Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is once again on the air!
Zach Davis: Welcome to the show! WCF grows every week and tonight is no exception, we've got five big matches tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Our main event features seven of the top talents in our industry fighting to see who is going to face my brother's-
Zach Davis: Stooge?
Shannan Lerch: No. I think "bodyguard" may be more appropriate. Anyway, the winner will face him at One.
Zach Davis: I can't wait to find out what the deal with this is.
Shannan Lerch: The World Champion himself is in action tonight as Odin Balfore takes on the returning Roy Speede. Speede versus Kaylyn James Evans is confirmed for One, and if he can beat Odin tonight... all I can say is "wow."
Zach Davis: The New Confederacy is back in action yet again, speaking of Kaylyn. Evans and D-Day team up to take on the Confeds.
Shannan Lerch: D-Day seemed to have a little thing going on with Ashley, Kaylyn's... um.. mentor? I don't know if thats the right word.
Zach Davis: Newcomer Night Rider takes on the Legend Thriller, Tek.
Shannan Lerch: And in a very special match, we have three men competing. Nathan von Liebert, Blade LaVigne, and Dalton Henry. These three newcomers should be very familiar with each other, and I'm excited to see what they'll bring to the WCF audience.
Zach Davis: We have one more show until One, not counting this one.... rumor has it that Seth is in the middle of setting up a huge World Title match for the show. And after what we saw last week... will we get an announcement tonight?
Shannan Lerch: I can't wait to find out!
Zach Davis: Let's get to the show!
Once more Kaylyn decided to show up late to the show just to piss Ashley off. It was rather fun watching her get irritated at the littlest things. This time, once she arrived at the arena she walked right past her locker room, pushing the door open causing Ashley to look at it, but before she could say anything Kaylyn continued on... not stopping until she was in front of another locker room. Donald Deruty. Not knocking as she used to once upon a time... she pushed the door open and looked at the man standing inside.
Kaylyn James Evans: Well if it isn't Donald Deruty... my tag team partner for the evening.
She stated with a smirk, and also an evil glare on her features. Donald looks rather confused as she just barges in. Donald wearing his usual formal attire looks at Kaylyn for a couple of seconds before replying.
Donald Deruty: Indeed you are correct. What can I do for you, Miss Evans?
Kaylyn James Evans: Enough small talk. I'm not here for that. What you can do for me... is tell me that you're not going to be pulling any bullshit behind my back in our match tonight. I already seen what Ashley is capable of... and I seen the replay of the show last week so I know she was talking to you. I swear, Deruty... if you pull some shady shit on me...
Kaylyn let her sentence trail off as she was trying to keep herself calm.
Donald Deruty: Woah Woah! Calm down, Kaylyn. Ok I didn't have a thing to do with what happened last week and the talking was just an introduction to the WCF. I can assure you that there will not be any trickery by myself or because of myself. You can trust me, Kaylyn, I will do whatever is in my power to make sure we win our match this week. That is certain.
From behind Kaylyn, Ashley's voice would ring through.
Ashley Davis: Surely you don't think I would sabotage you to lose, Kaylyn...
When Kaylyn turned her head she glared at the smiling goody good.
Kaylyn James Evans: I had that match last week. It was a win for me until Roy stepped in pushing my feet off the ropes. I am sick of the games you have been playing, and they are only going to piss me off if they continue. Knowing you... you might have sweet talked Deruty into your games.
Ashley Davis: Kaylyn... I do not have to sweet talk anyone into doing anything for me. Roy was more than happy to step into the ring again... and Donald here is much too proper to do anything to you. More so to cost him the match as well... he even just said so himself..
Kaylyn James Evans: You know what... you had better be telling the truth... both of you.
She stated looking back and forth between the two before walking off and more than likely heading to her own locker room to get ready.
Ashley Davis: I guess I should apologize for her outburst.
Donald Deruty: No apology needed. It is a misunderstanding that is all. She will be ready for the match and that is good that she is fired up she will do better in the match. So...you really did set that thing up last week didn't you?
Ashley Davis: Actually.. I didn't set anything up. Roy just happened to come down.. and he made my job easier also. If he was not there.. I would have had to run around the other side of the ring to push her feet off the ropes. I refuse to let her take the cheap way out. Surely you can understand that. She wants to prove herself... do it with skill, not with sneak shots.
Donald Deruty: Indeed I do, but everyone has their own type of style and Kaylyn takes advantage of every opportunity she gets. There is nothing wrong with that to an extent. Preferably I agree with you, you should win fair.
Ashley Davis: And if you two are to win tonight... it will be fair. I will let you know that right now. You might not like me stopping her from doing anything like that to win, but I won't let it happen.
Donald Deruty: I have no problem with it, you do your job and I will do mine, win the match tonight.
Donald just chuckles a little before talking to Ashley again.
Donald Deruty: So...how have you liked your time here in the WCF?
Ashley laughed softly.
Ashley Davis: With Kaylyn to look after, it's been rather... stressful, but I knew what I was getting into. Nothing has changed since last week... as you just witnessed.
Donald Deruty: Well that seems to be the case. Now could you excuse me for a second.
Grabbing at the tie around his neck, he began loosening it, until it was just resting against him no longer tied.
Donald Deruty: So are you at least having any fun here in the WCF?
Ashley Davis: Fun is a given. I always enjoy a challenge. I guess I should let you be so you can get ready for the match as well. Good luck tonight.
Donald standing with his untied tie around his neck begins to reply to Ashley.
Donald Deruty: Thanks and good luck with your little "client" problem.
Ashley Davis: Thanks, looks like I am going to need it.
She said before smiling softly and heading away from him to check on Kaylyn. Donald smirks as he grabbed his tie from around his neck pulling it off as the camera went back to ringside.
The camera pans to the titantron, where an oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.
"No, go away!
Leave me alone!"
Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.
"Don't you come in here!
I don't want you here.!"
The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.
"No, No, No, NO!!
The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso, as Kyle Steel announces him.
Shannan Lerch: Here is Nathan von Liebert.. he seems like a very disturbed individual. He'll fit in well.
"Bleed For Me" plays. Blade hesitates for a moment before walking into view. He cocks a smirk and walks to the ring. He slides into the ring and pirches himself on the top rope and looks into the crowd and trash talks while pointing to himself.
Zach Davis: Next up, Blade LaVigne. A very athletic young man.
The arena goes dark. "A Cut Above" by Avery Watts blasts through the PA System and Dalton Henry steps out from behind the curtain. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of this handsome young man. Henry has a large grin on his face. He points to sections of the crowd and starts walking down the ramp. He stops at certain fans with signs that compliment him. Henry goes around the ring, slapping hands with most of the front row. He walks up the steel steps into the squared circle. He goes to the second rope at each turnbuckle and does his signature taunt: the right arm raise. The music stops and he waits for the match to start.
Shannan Lerch: And lastly, a self described "straight edge hero," Dalton Henry!
All three men are in the ring and the bell sounds. The three circle each other before Nathan dives in and attacks Dalton, tackling him down and hitting him with punch after punch. Blade keeps his distance for now. Nathan lets Henry up, and then grabs him and executes a Gutwrench Suplex. He stomps on him a few times before Blade decides to assert himself, grabbing Nathan, spinning him around and hitting him with a big Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zach Davis: Lots of big moves from these men already!
Blade quickly pins Liebert, but Dalton dives in and breaks it up. Dalton picks Liebert up and throws him out of the ring. Blade is up now, Dalton kicks him in the gut and lifts him up in a Vertical Suplex. He lets him hang for several moments... and then drops him down to the mat. He follows up by dragging Blade to the middle of the ring and putting him in a Boston Crab.
Shannan Lerch: Perfectly executed submission move here, can Blade resist tapping?
But Nathan von Liebert is back in the ring. He runs at Dalton and kicks him square in the head.
Zach Davis: Oof!
Nathan picks Dalton up quickly and pulls him in for a Snap DDT. He then pins him.
Now Blade kicks Nathan off. Blade goes to throw Nathan out of the ring but Nathan lands on the apron. Blade runs at him and Nathan knees him in the gut before Suplexing Blade over the ropes and to the outside of the ring!
Shannan Lerch: Ouch! Blade LaVigne crashes hard to the outside.
Nathan climbs back into the ring and runs at Dalton, hitting him with a Lariat. Dalton goes down. Nathan quickly follows up by running to the ropes, Springboarding, and hitting a Moonsault into pin!
No, Dalton kicks out this time. Nathan follows up by putting his foot on the back of Dalton's neck and balancing on it.
Zach Davis: He calls that The Choker, and he's putting all his weight on Dalton Henry's neck!
After several moments Nathan releases it. He then indicates that he's going for the Straight Jacket Drop.
Shannan Lerch: His finisher, the Straight Jacket Drop, focuses on the opponent's head... he's going for the win here!
von Liebert does indeed hit the Straight Jacket Drop on Dalton! He pins him!
Blade slides into the ring..
Zach Davis: Blade is too late! Nathan von Liebert debuts with a victory!
Nathan rolls out of the ring, grinning with self satisfaction. Inside the ring, Blade curses to himself.
Shannan Lerch: Good showing by Blade, just a second too late there. Impressive victory by Nathan von Liebert, that's for sure!
Zach Davis: We're a few short weeks away from One, wins matter now more than any other time in the year.
The lights in the arena go black. The arena goes quiet, but not quite silent. An air of confusion and excitement are in the air, nobody quite sure what is going on. Suddenly, pyros explode on the stage.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. The fans light up, some knowing exactly what is going on, some not so sure.
"You can sound the alarm
From behind the black curtain, a man comes flying out of the back. He has thick, reflective aviator sunglasses. He is wearing a black tee shirt with the words "The Future" written across the chest in jagged, lightning letters. Loose fitting blue jeans and white sneakers, and to top of the outfit, a green Monster hat, perfectly centered.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
He stops half way down the ramp to high five some fans and take pictures, then he points back to ramp, where a young woman comes out from the back waving. The arena is pumped, fans cheering, some of them unsure why, but cheering anyway. The girl meets him in the center of the ramp and they continue to the ring.
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He jumps up onto the apron of the ring, then jumps over the top rope into the ring. He then separates the middle and bottom rope for his lovely lady, and stands dead center of the ring. He 'air guns' a corner, pyros shoot out. He does this for every corner. He requests a mic, and stands mid ring. The music has stopped, and now he is just soaking in the audience. He looks around, smiles at the lady, then lifts the mic to his mouth.
Jeff Purse: Ladies and Gentleman, WCF roster, I am The One, The Only, The Future, JEFF PURSE!
The crowd explodes, saying the line with him. As they are cheering, a part of the audience starts a "WELCOME JEFF" chant. He smiles and nods.
Jeff Purse: Well, thank you very much, everyone, I appreciate such a warm welcome. Now, many of you who have also been tuning in to ACW over the past few months know who I am. For some of you, you have no idea who I am. You just see this young, handsome man standing in the ring next to one of the most beautiful young ladies you have ever seen in your life. That's ok though, because, I don't expect you to keep up with ALL of the wrestling world. But for those who don't know me, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Jeff Purse, and this, this beautiful lady is Kari Kendall. My better half, if you will. And...
Jeff has looked over and noticed something in the audience.
Jeff Purse: You see the reason, I am...here. Hold on.
Jeff jumps out of the ring, Kari tries to stop him but to no avail. He stops at an older guy in the front row. He looks him up and down, then straightens the hat on his head, perfectly center. He looks, makes one more adjustment, then smiles. He walks back to the ring, talking.
Jeff Purse: Sorry sir, see, a little background on myself. I, Jeff Purse, have a sever case of obsessive compulsive disorder. I found a medication that controlled it when I was about 13, but recently that medication had been recalled. It was...bad for pregnant women. Anyway, getting back to what I was saying, I was on a roll in ACW, just months ago. Challenging for the Bare Knuckle Title after only three matches...unfortunately the champion, Xavior Laroux, got the best of me. But I grew, and I won more matches. I even defeated the superstars here Nightrider and Nathan Von Liebert. Of course Nathan was the most disgusting human being I have ever had the displeasure of coming in contact with. You know this guy has a rat that he just lets live ON him. That's-
Kari steps in and stops Jeff from rambling.
Jeff Purse: Thanks, Kari. Basically, I am here for a few things...and that is to be the absolute best this company has ever, EVER seen. And I will do that, because I am the Future. So I am here to let everyone on that roster know, from Switches the Clown to the big bad beast Odin, to the man who made his return last week Torture, that I am here to win. I am here to give you fans the best damn show you have ever seen, and that is a guarantee. Many of you know me, many of you don't, but I promise soon enough, you will all be fans of The Future.
The fans explode. Some start chanting "The Future" some just cheer. Kari claps, and smiles.
Jeff Purse: And to any of you in the back, big or small, bald or hairy, clean or dirty, whatever your gimmick may be, you are about to be introduced, to, The Future!
Jeff drops the mic as his music blares once again on the PA. He grabs Kari's hand and raises them in the air.
Zach Davis: Well, Shannan, here we go again! Can you believe this crowd!?
Shannan Lerch: WCF is rockin’ the house tonight!
Zach Davis: SLAAAM!
Zach and Shannan high-five each other, like a couple of badasses. The crowd roars like maniacs!
Shannan Lerch: Who’s coming up next?
Zach Davis: Night Rider versus Tek!
The crowd loses its collective mind!
The sound of roaring motorcycles could be heard over the PA system as Pyrotechs explode down the entrance ramp and around the ring. “It's Time for War” by LLCOOLJ then begins as Night Rider makes his way to the ring with the Lovely Angel Fyre leading the way.
Shannan Lerch: Night Rider looks focused on winning his first singles match here in the WcF.
Zach Davis: He’s an impressive fighter, Shannan. No question.
The lights go out in the arena.
Zach Davis: Who could it be!?
Shannan Lerch: Ten dollar’s say it’s Tek.
Zach Davis: You’re on!
Hollywood Undead's Tear It up play and the camera goes to the stage there is a figure standing there. They put a spot light to the figure stands and it shows Tek wearing long black basketball shorts and wearing a black pair of DC shoes and wearing a black and white LA dodger hat with a water bottle in hand. This man comes walking down the ramp as he drinks from the water bottle and bopping his head to the song.
Shannan Lerch: Pay up, chump!
Zach Davis: That’s ten dollars to you… aaaand it looks like Zip has checked both competitors and is ready to get this match under way!
Zip Wingdinger enthusiastically points for the bell and chirps a tiny, yet shrill whistle.
Tek immediately whips himself at Night Rider, pelting Rider with an array of spinning strikes. Rider swats Tek across the mouth with a stiff right hook. Tek stumbles back and is bulldozed by Rider’s heaving clothesline.
Zach Davis: Night rider just about knocked Tek out of his shoes!
Crowd: Boo! We hate you Night Rider!
Shannan Lerch: This crowd is more spot-on and articulate than I’ve ever seen!
Night Rider lifts Tek and Side Suplexes him back onto the mat. Tek rolls across the mat in pain. Rider goes to lift Tek, but is caught by a spinning mule-kick! Rider stumbles back, surprised and maybe injured! Tek whips himself to his feet and backflips himself onto the top-rope.
Zach Davis: Such Agility!
Tek launches himself skyward and rockets a kick directly into Night Riders face!
Shannan Lerch: Flying Sky-Twister Face-Kick! OMG!
Zach Davis: That’s exactly right! Have you been studying the technical move-lists that I’ve been giving you?
Shannan Lerch: I’m just putting words together!
Tek spikes soccer kicks into the Night Rider’s ribcage for a full minute. Night Rider can’t escape the barrage!
Zach Davis: Tek is like surgeon with those kicks! So many!
Shannan Lerch: It’s getting pretty brutal! Jeez!
Crowd: Twenty Eight!
Crowd: Twenty Nine!
Night Rider finally manages to roll out of the ring, holding his ribs in agony. Zip Wingdinger waves his arm, commanding Night Rider back into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like Rider’s gotta rethink his inks, with this super-fast mofo.
Crowd: Tek! Tek! Tek!
Tek hot-dogs it for the fans for a moment. They eat it up, like crack-fiends.
Crowd: Tek! Tek! Tek! Tek!
Tek bounces himself off the ropes and launches himself over the top-ropes, firing a backflipping-drop-kick directly at Night Rider, but Night Rider dodges it! Tek careens into the steel guardrail! Several crowd-members are wiped out by the sliding metal rail.
Night rider capitalizes by lifting Tek and literally tossing him back into the ring. Night Rider bounds up onto the apon, before blasting Tek with a sky-high elbow drop right into Tek’s lower back. Tek howls in pain!
Zach Davis: I think Tek is hurt!
Night Rider stomps Tek’s lower back viciously.
Night Rider lifts the quivering Tek up and spikes him down with a back-splitting Snap Suplex! Then, a Belly-to-Back Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: Night Rider is sadistic!
Night Rider lifts Tek into a bearhug and slings him around like a wild-beast!
Zach Davis: Tek better do something now! He can’t take this for much longer!
Tek is screaming in agony! Tek claps his hands onto Night Rider’s ears, Night Rider is stunned and loses the hold. Tek manages to whip NightRider down with a Swinging Reverse STO!
Crowd: HOLY MOTHER OF THE LORD!!
Zach Davis: I can’t believe it! Tek outta’ nowhere with the Wave of the Future!
Tek pulls himself up to the top turnbuckle, weakly raising his fist in strength.
Crowd: Tek! Tek! Tek!
Shannan Lerch: Night Rider is up! Look out Tek!
Night Rider bounds up to the same top-rope! Tek and Night Rider trade devastating haymakers. They sway dangerously from the impact of each skull-bending impact!
Zach Davis: Here it comes! This is it!
Night Rider lifts Tek and abosolutely crushes him with a top-rope Death Drop
Zach Davis: The Drop of Death! The Drop of Death! Night Rider with the cover!
Zach Davis: That’s it! Night Rider did it!
Night Rider’s arm is raised in victory. His theme song blares back in over the P.A. System
Shannan Lerch: He came in and won his first singles bout, like some kind of champion!
Zach Davis: Ch’Yea!
Shannan Lerch: SLAM!
Zach and Shannan high-five each other, like a couple of badasses. The crowd roars like maniacs!
As the camera switches from ringside after the match, the viewers find themselves watching Nathan von Liebert and Hank Brown, WCF interviewer. Nathan has a towel around his neck, which he reaches for to dab his forehead with. This almost looked classy except for the fact that the towel had a tear and brown stain on it. Really nothing Nathan had on could be considered classy, with his Pittsburgh Steelers shirt on and black gym shorts with combat boots on. He has on a leather jacket on, which is probably the reason of his profuse sweating.
Hank Brown: Nathan, do you feel you did what you needed to do to make a good first impression on the WCF universe?
Nathan looked at the camera, and shook his head.
Nathan von Liebert: No I didn't. I could've made a good impression if they booked me in that Hardcore Battle Royal later this evening. I would've done better teaming with 'The Bitch' instead of Donald Deruty. Hell, I could've done better selling hot dogs instead of facing those two wannabes earlier.
Hank Brown: You don't feel they deserve to be in the ring?
Nathan von Liebert: No.
An awkward silence.
Hank Brown: One more question, Nathan. It seems there has been an influx of wrestlers from the recently shut-down American Championship Wrestling. One of which is Nightrider.
Nathan von Liebert: Who is that?
Hank Brown pauses, unsure how to continue.
Hank Brown: Umm. . . He's the very large man who wears biker leather. Angel of Death is his moniker. Walks around with the red-head Angel Fyre. His finisher. . .
Nathan von Liebert: What is his record in WCF?
Again, Hank is unsure how to continue. Usually the person he is interviewing doesn't ask so many questions. And usually the person he is interviewing isn't so negatively unique like Nathan is.
Hank Brown: Well he lost his debut again--
Nathan places his fingers, shushing Hank's answer.
Nathan von Liebert: That was all I needed. All you had to say was he lost. Because when I think of a loser, I think of Nightrider. Of course he was good in 2009. But fast-forward to 2011 and he is nothing but a loser. Sure he made it farther than me in the tourney of eight. . . in 2009. But his return to ACW had him lose to Connor Murphy. Connor is decent. . . but only when he teams with his long-time partner Gabriel Krown. Break them apart and it is like breaking up Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez. . . You know what nevermind. Not a good comparison.
Nathan steps closer to the camera, only to have the cameraman step back. Maybe he didn't want Nathan to breathe on the camera. Or maybe the rumors on Twitter that Nathan smells horrible are really true.
Nathan von Liebert: All I'm trying to say is Nightrider is pathetic. He should've stayed gone two years ago when his career on paper looked good. Now he comes back winning only against Slade Griffin, who never cut a promo, and Duke Dice, whose promos lasted twenty seconds and consisted of a few gambling statements. And that was it. He lost to Jeff Purse, who I beat. He lost to Derryk Aires, who I Beat! He lost to Evan Harrison, who I BEAT!
Nathan yells the last word, getting the point across that Nathan doesn't like Nightrider. And for some reason the last few words were spoken with a Russian accent. Who knew Nathan had Russian in his blood?
Hank Brown: So you don't like Nightrider?
Nathan von Liebert: Not at all.
Hank Brown: Would your dislike of Nightrider prompt you to nail a rat to his locker room door last week?
Nathan von Liebert absorbs the last question, and chuckles.
Nathan von Liebert: Probably not. If I were to do something like that, I'd probably target someone with more power in this federation. I'm sure Tek probably did it since he doesn't really like Nightrider.
Hank Brown: What if I told you Nightrider believed you did it?
Nathan shakes his head.
Nathan von Liebert: Who gives a shit? Do you honestly think he'll do anything?
A small pop is heard as the camera pans out and Nightrider is standing behind him, arms crossed.
Nightrider: Well, Well, Well. If it isn't Nathan Von Liebert. I just thought I'd let you know that I got your little calling card you left on my dressing room door. So, What's the deal?
Nathan turns, a little shock on his face, but he hides it quickly enough. Nathan does have to look up though at the man.
Nathan von Liebert: Calling card? You must be mistaken. You're not even worth my time to give you a calling card.
Nightrider shakes his head once, cracking his neck as he looks down at Nathan.
Nightrider: Yeah right, You know what I'm talking about. Don't act stupid with me. It's you, Just like you did before. You got a problem with the Night Rider then let me know.
It is Nathan's turn to shake his head as he chuckles softly. No joy was in the chuckle though. But what couldn't be determined in his laughter could be seen in his eyes. Nathan seemed eager about where this confrontation was going.
Nathan von Liebert: Do I have a problem with Nightrider? Maybe it is because you don't deserve to be in the same company with me. Maybe I don't like you so close to me. Maybe I just don't like you. But whatever the reason, that doesn't explain why you can just accuse me for what happened last week. Why me out of all the others in this federation?
Nightrider: Like I picked you out. You're the one who left the dead rat hanging on my door. Deny it all you want but I know it was you. Let me tell you this much boy, I don't care if you like me or not. I don't care if you think I don't deserve to be in the same company as you or not. If you have a problem with me then I suggest you either do something about it or stay the hell out of my way.
Nathan chuckles, and turns away from Nightrider.
Nathan von Liebert: This conversation is over, Nightrider. You might believe I did this. The fans might believe I did it. I don't care who does because without proof I didn't do it. Of course you could just kick my ass and let that be your proof. But you're not good enough for that are you?
Nathan slowly begins to walk down the hall away from Nightrider, the camera staying in front of him at the same time. Suddenly, the front pocket of Nathan's vest squirms, and a squeak is heard. Nathan pats his pocket quickly, shushing it.
Nathan von Liebert: Quiet, Rocky. You can tell me later.
And with that, Nathan and his friend Rocky turn the corner as the scene goes to commercial.
Roy Speede walks up to where Hank Brown is standing by backstage.
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing by with Roy Speede. Now Roy, you had something you wanted to say?
Roy Speede: Yeah, Hank. I have something I wanted to get off my chest. Kaylyn James Evans, you are nothing but a harlot. You need to get it through your skull that you will ne-
He is cut off as he is hit in the back of the head by none other than Kaylyn James Evans herself. He turns around to see her, and swings a punch at her, but she ducks, and wraps him up in a full nelson. She powers him down with the KY-Bomb, and stands back up, grabbing the microphone from Hank.
Kaylyn James Evans: What, Roy? I’ll ne- oh, were you going to tell me I’d never win? Well, I’m the female version of Charlie Sheen; I am so fucking winning, it’s not even funny. Now, I’ll take that as you accepting our little match at One then. Good luck, little brat. You’ll need it.
She hands Hank back the microphone, turns around, and throws brass knuckles at the fallen Roy Speede before starting to walk away; the microphone catches some of what she is muttering to herself.
Kaylyn James Evans: That’ll solves you trying to cost me a match this week you little-...
Zach Davis: Mmm... grapes.
Shannan Lerch: Are you eating grapes at the announce table, Zach?
Zach Davis: I didn't have the chance to eat dinner yet. Need a snack to keep my energy up.
Shannan Lerch: Sure you could eat a snack to get your energy up... or you could watch The New Confederacy and Kaylyn and D-Day tear the roof off this place!
The lyrics to Porcelain and the Tramps' "I'm Your Favorite Drug" continued 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 as none other than Kaylyn Evans steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. 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 events would be.
Dressed in a long black coat covering everything including her legs she came down the ramp with a smirk on her face. As she made her way down her manager Ashley followed behind her dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button up shirt, with the top two left undone. 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.
Zach Davis: We just saw Kaylyn attack Roy Speede... she's in a fighting mood tonight.
Shannan Lerch: She's ALWAYS in a fighting mood, Zach.
Coming to stand in the middle of the ring she smirked once more before pulling the jacket off revealing a black and white striped shirt, that crisscrossed in the back and front, leaving her torso open, and her bottoms consisted of only a black bikini bottom garment. She laughed softly knowing how pissed Ashley was, as she looked over at the scowl on her manager's face. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.
Zach Davis: Ashley might be pissed, but I'm loving every moment of this!
Shannan Lerch: You and every other horny prepubescent nerdbomber who's watching this.
Zach Davis: Hey, that's ninety-percent of our viewing audience, Shannan! Have a little respect!
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" hits. 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: D-Day might not be World Champion anymore, but he's as popular as ever with the WCF fans!
Shannan Lerch: He also seems to be pretty popular with Kaylyn's manager Ashley Davis. Did he just wink at her? Did she just wink back at him!? I do believe we have a love connection, ladies and gentlemen!
Zach Davis: That has to get under Kaylyn's skin. We know that she and Ashley don't see eye-to-eye about much of anything. Kaylyn even blames Ashley for costing her the TV Title against Aaron Miles last week. You have to wonder if Day and Kay will be able to function as a cohesive unit in this match.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of dysfunctional duos...
"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system as Johnny Reb and Doc Henry step out onto the stage. Once again, Reb looks none too happy. Images of past matches play on the Jumbotron, while both men make their way down the ramp, working the crowd at ringside. Doc mounts the ring steps in a dignified manner, while Johnny slips through the ropes. Reb takes a moment to pose for the fans.
Zach Davis: It is a damn shame to see what has happened between the two members of, arguably, the greatest tag team that this sport has ever seen.
Shannan Lerch: You can just see the hate in Johnny Reb's eyes. He would love to exact his vengeance upon the man who injured his neck and sidelined him for all those months, but instead he's forced to team with him. It's a contractual obligation that has been forced upon Johnny by Doc and, well...
Zach Davis: Your brother. Just admit it, Shannan. Doc bribed your brother, Seth Lerch, the owner of WCF, with a briefcase filled with cash.
Shannan Lerch: Bribed is such an ugly word, Zach. I'd like to think it was encouragement, more than a bribe.
Zach Davis: Whatever helps you sleep at night, Shannan.
Referee Zip Wingdinger checks both teams for weapons, paying special attention to the lovely and curvaceous Kaylyn Evans. Kaylyn winks at the ref and Zip grins bashfully at her. Zip finishes up his pre-match, TSA-style patdowns, offers his final instructions to both teams and calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: It looks like Johnny Reb is going to start things off with sometimes friend/sometimes foe D-Day.
Shannan Lerch: It was Day who brought Reb back into WCF after Reb's injury and we've seen them team together on several occasions. Now they find themselves on opposing teams with partners that they don't know if they can trust. Wrestling is funny sometimes, isn't it?
Reb and Day circle a bit before locking up. Day gains the upper hand and traps Reb in a headlock. Reb backpeddles into the ropes and shoves Day toward the opposite side of the ring. Day bounces off the ropes and comes at Reb full-steam. Reb leapfrogs, then when Day rebounds once again, Reb drills Day with a kick to the ribs and follows with a Facebreaker DDT. Reb huffs a bit, looking over toward the nefarious Doc Henry in his team's corner, but keeps his focus on Day. Reb lands a couple of stiff elbows to D-Day's temple then nails him with a short-arm clothesline. Day is on the mat and Johnny takes the moment to climb out to the ring apron, where Reb stands poised. Day gets to his feet and Johnny springboards and nails Day with a bulldog.
Zach Davis: These men might be friendly, but Reb is taking the fight to D-Day. Day has yet to really get out of the starting blocks here.
Reb glares at Doc in the corner, looking as if he's not happy to be doing the work that he's doing against a friend, but he knows that he has little choice in the matter. Reb drags Day into the corner and unloads with heavy shoulder strikes to the ribs.
Shannan Lerch: Reb looks to be working the ribs of D-Day here. Not a bad strategy to wear him down. Reb is one of the more cerebral superstars that we've seen in WCF.
With Day worn down from the shoulders, Reb wraps Day's arm around his neck and lifts him up, placing Day in a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Reb climbs the ropes himself now and takes a standing position next to where Day is seated on the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Reb going high-risk now, what's he got in mind? Oh, he went for an inverted Frankensteiner but Day held onto the top rope!
Reb didn't hit his move, but he did manage to land on his feet when he hit the mat. Still, D-Day's counter skewed Reb's momentum (not to mention his equilibrium) and the temporary distraction allows D-Day to fly off the top rope with a missile dropkick. Day slaps the mat with his hand before kipping to his feet. Reb gets to his feet and Day greets him with a super kick that staggers the Inveterate Confederate. Day quickly follows with a Judo hip toss that sends Reb reeling to the mat.
Zach Davis: D-Day is rallying back now after that slow start! It's interesting to note that neither Doc or Kaylyn look very animated in their respective corners of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: You're not kidding, Zach. Normally tag partners are hopping up and down on the apron shouting encouragement or calling out for a tag, but Doc and Kay are standing as still as statues and showing about as much emotion.
Reb gets to his feet and takes a swing at D-Day. Day ducks and counters right into a sweet Float-over DDT that pops the crowd. It's Day's turn to go high-risk now as he scales the ring ropes with all the agility of a feline. D-Day tucks his body into a Frog splash before landing on Reb with the brunt of his two-hundred and thirty-pound frame. Day looks like he's about to make the cover on Reb, but Kaylyn suddenly starts bouncing up and down and yelling for Day to tag her. The crowd pops for Kaylyn's jiggly bouncing good stuff, but Day looks a bit perplexed. Nevertheless, Day complies with Kay's wishes and gets to his feet and tags her into the match. Kay hops over the top rope and immediately covers Reb, hooking his leg.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Kaylyn scowls at the ref and curses at him under her breath. The ref asks Kaylyn for a clarification on what she just said, but Kay ignores him and begins pummeling Reb with quick punches as she pulls Reb to his feet. Kay gives Reb some space, measures him and then lashes out with a running front kick to Reb's face. Kaylyn lets out a primal yell, or at least as much of a primal yell as a sexy lady can, before standing over Reb and taunting him.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like Kaylyn is taking out some of her frustrations from the last couple of weeks on Johnny.
Zach Davis: She can't really blame Johnny for what Speede and Ashley have done to her.
Shannan Lerch: She's a woman, Zach. Her actions don't have to make sense to anyone other than her.
Ashley chastises Kaylyn from ringside and this only incenses Kaylyn even more. Kaylyn furiously stomps at Reb's body and then pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Kay puts her head down for a back body drop, but Reb Sunset flips over her and pins her shoulders down to the mat.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Kaylyn bounces up to her feet with a shocked look on her face, as does Reb minus the shocked look.
Zach Davis: It appears that Reb caught Kaylyn off-guard with that Sunset flip.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, and now she's beginning to realize that she's in the ring with a former World Champion.
Kaylyn grits her teeth and moves in for the lock-up with Reb, who complies with her wishes. Kay gains the advantage with a stiff knee to the mid-section and pulls Reb's hair as leverage before locking him in a headlock. Reb shoves Kaylyn into the ropes then drops to the mat as Kay leaps over him. Kaylyn rebounds off the ropes once again and this time drills Reb with a Spear. Even Ashley has to give Kaylyn props for that move, and she does so with an approving nod.
Zach Davis: Kaylyn definitely looks motivated to prove herself in this match, against an elite level of opponent, and amidst the backdrop of that frustrating loss last week and the conflict with Ashley.
Shannan Lerch: Sisters are doin' it for themselves, Zach. This is 2011, you ape.
Zach Davis: What!? I didn't say anything!
Shannan Lerch: But you were thinking it. Women always know what men are thinking, Zach.
Kaylyn drags Reb by his legs toward the general vicinity of the corner. Kaylyn attempts to catapult Reb into the turnbuckles and she's mostly successful in her attempt, except for the fact that Reb lands ON the turnbuckles rather than smashing into them. In the blink of an eye Reb springs from the top turnbuckle with a Moonsault. Kaylyn turns around just in time to be clobbered by Reb. Reb bounces to his feet and stands over Kaylyn, with an "It's a goddamn shame" look of pity/sympathy on his face.
Zach Davis: Reb looks a bit wary of having to throw down with a lady, though he has little say in the matter.
Shannan Lerch: Of course he's wary, Zach. He is, after all, a true Southern Gentleman, unlike that Southern Rogue Doc Henry.
Speaking of the Devil... Reb looks over at Doc in the corner. Doc grins mischievously at Reb.
Zach Davis: It looks like Doc wants him a piece of Kaylyn and unlike every other man who feels the same way, he will get his chance if Reb tags him in.
Reb looks at Doc and shakes his head. Doc scowls at Reb, a look of disbelief on his face.
Shannan Lerch: Reb is not going to appease Doc. He's spent the duration of this match in the ring and it's going to stay that way, at least for now.
Reb starts to pull Kaylyn to her feet, but Kaylyn surprises Reb with a small package.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Kaylyn stunned Reb with that move and she nearly pinned the former World Champion!
Shannan Lerch: Oh, it's on now, bitch!
Reb and Kaylyn immediately spring to their feet. Kaylyn goes for an STO, but Reb slips out of it, spins Kay around and belly-to-back suplexes her. Reb quickly scales the ropes and leaps with a dazzling Corkscrew splash that finds its mark. Reb hooks Kaylyn's leg for the pin attempt.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Reb wastes no time in pulling Kaylyn up to her feet. Reb snapmares Kay to the mat and locks her in a Dragon sleeper.
Zach Davis: Sweet Water Sleeper from Reb! He's finished many a men with this move in his illustrious career!
Shannan Lerch: I don't know if he's ever put a lady to sleep with it, but this would be a perfect time for a first. Who wouldn't want to go to bed with The Perfect Ten, amirite?
Zach Davis: Shannan, behave!
Shannan Lerch: Ain't no thang but a chicken wang, beezy.
Zach Davis: I thought you were Miss Women's Lib anyway, Shannan, as Reb attempts to squeeze the life out of Kay, who's thrashing about on the mat in a vain attempt to escape?
Shannan Lerch: I am, Zach. I support Girl Power to the nth degree, Zachariah, but let's be honest: Kaylyn has developed a bit of an attitude as of late. She's a tad nuts, even by female standards. She snubbed me in the hallway before the show tonight. I said hello to her... no response!
Zach Davis: That's what makes Kaylyn nuts, as he tries desperately to reach the ropes while Reb piles on the pressure? She snubbed you in the hallway before the show?
Shannan Lerch: Yes, only a disturbed individual would do something like that, and frankly I hope that Reb knocks some sense back into her. She used to be such a charming lass.
Zach Davis: Kaylyn looks to be inching closer to the ropes, but hold the phone! D-Day! D-Day is stretching for all that he's worth to reach out and make the tag! He wants into this match!
Shannan Lerch: It doesn't look like Kaylyn is eager to tag him in though, Zach. Kay sees Day reaching out, but she's looking right past him toward the ropes, even as her face is turning from bright red to purple thanks to Reb's punishing Sweet Water Sleeper. I swear, she's snubbing Day the same way that she snubbed me! I'm reliving that horrible moment!
Zach Davis: Well I don't know what issue she might have with you, but we know that Kaylyn doesn't trust Day because she thinks that he's in bed, so to speak, with Ashley, whom she definitely doesn't trust.
Kay looks like she's on the verge of passing out in the throes of the Sweet Water Sleeper. Reb is showing her little mercy at this point as he digs deep to finish what he started and either coax the tap or put Kay to sleep. Kaylyn is not giving in though... she's doing her damnedest to reach out and grab those ropes, as an exasperated D-Day is wondering why she's not tagging him.
Zach Davis: Kay's reaching... can she grab the rope? She's... not quite... almost there... yes, yes, Kay grabbed the rope!
Reb finally shows Kaylyn some more of that sympathy from before, releasing the hold before the ref even instructs him to do so. Nevertheless, Reb drags Kaylyn into the middle of the ring before she can change her mind about tagging Day. Reb looks over toward Doc. Doc extends his hand toward Reb, eager to tag into the match, an almost pleading look in his eyes... though of course it's mixed in with that general aura of evil that Doc has about him.
Zach Davis: Is Reb going to tag Doc!?
Reb looks as if he's thinking about it... then he shakes his head once again.
Shannan Lerch: He will not!
Reb pulls Kaylyn up, measures her and then attacks with a double knee-lift that rocks her head back and drops her to the mat. Reb attempts to mercifully end the match by covering his weary female foe and hooking her lithe, shapely leg.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Reb bites his lip and slaps the mat with both of his hands in a slight sign of frustration, but he doesn't waste time venting. Reb reaches the top rope in a single bound and waits for Kaylyn to rise. Kaylyn staggers to her feet and spins around, facing Reb. Reb leaps into the air, contorts his body and hits Kaylyn with a breath-taking Corkscrew Shooting Star DDT. The crowd oohs and aahs as Ashley and D-Day grimace and hold their heads in light of this disastrous scenario for their team.
Zach Davis: Saturday Night Special! Reb hits it! That's gotta do it! Here's the cover!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THREE--NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!
Reb's eyes go wide. He gnaws at the inside of his mouth and then grinds his teeth before looking down at Kaylyn and shaking his head.
Zach Davis: What courage and fortitude by Kaylyn to get her foot on the rope!
Shannan Lerch: Reb is looking up at Doc. Is he going to make the tag?
Reb shakes his head, rises to his feet... and finally relents. Reb tags Doc into the match. Doc looks giddy as he climbs through the ropes. Doc takes one look at the distressed Kaylyn Evans on the mat and licks his lips. Doc pulls Kaylyn to her feet and grabs two handfuls of that fine ass of hers before shoving her head between his legs.
Zach Davis: Doc is a dirty, dirty man...
Shannan Lerch: No, it's OK, Zach. He's just setting her up for the Pedigree. See? Look.
Doc gets double-underhooks on Kay's arms before lifting her into the air and plowing her into the mat with all the power and fury of his loins. Doc chuckles heartily and then drapes an arm on Kaylyn's bosom.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Doc pulled Kaylyn up! What the hell!?
Shannan Lerch: Doc's not ready for this to be over, Zach. Look at the gleam in his eyes. He's like a kid on Christmas morning!
Doc once again pulls Kaylyn to her feet. Doc grinds against her booty before wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her into the air and dropping her head-first on the mat with a vicious German suplex.
Zach Davis: Ooh... nasty German by Doc. He's showing Kaylyn absolutely no mercy.
Shannan Lerch: I always figured him as the dominant type in the bedroom and he's proving it right here.
Zach Davis: Doc is standing poised in the corner now. He's got that look in his eyes. I think he's about to spear Kaylyn right out of her wrestling boots!
Shannan Lerch: He might snap her in half. Hee-hee, that would teach her a lesson.
Doc waits for Kaylyn to get up and then charges at her with the Spear attempt. Kaylyn incredibly manages to leap-frog Doc. Doc stops just short of hitting the turnbuckles and spins around. Kaylyn uses her last burst of energy to spear Doc down to the mat. D-Day reaches down and makes the blind tag to Kaylyn, who appears completely out of it. Day leaps over the top rope, pulls Doc to his feet and unloads with rapid-fire kicks while the capacity crowd cheers him on. Doc is wobbled. Day blasts Doc with one last kick straight between the eyes that drops him to the mat.
Zach Davis: D For Destruction! This crowd has come to life as D-Day has taken firm control of the match for his team!
D-Day pumps his fist and then calls out to his legions of adoring fans in the crowd.
Shannan Lerch: He's calling for it! D-Day is about to go for Dead And Forgotten on Doc!
Day waits for Doc to get to his feet and then pounces, lifting Doc onto his shoulders and planting him with a thud in the middle of the ring with Dead And Forgotten. Day makes the cover on Doc while Reb looks on from the ring apron.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Reb immediately shakes his head in disgust and drops down from the ring apron, making his way to the back. Ashley joins D-Day in the ring to celebrate, while Kaylyn looks on with a scowl on her face, apparently unhappy that D-Day was the one to get the win AND that he and Ashley are becoming so closely acquainted.
Zach Davis: Well, Kaylyn might not trust D-Day or Ashley, but Day came through and picked up the win tonight for his team.
Shannan Lerch: Did you notice how Reb didn't even try to make the save when Day had Doc covered? He looked like he didn't want to spend one more moment teaming with Doc than he had to.
Zach Davis: No doubt, Shannan. The distrust between those two will no doubt continue. The question is where will it lead them?
Doc comes to on the mat and looks around for Reb, not seeing him anywhere. Doc shakes his head in disappointment, both at losing the match and Reb's refusal to play ball, as he gets to his feet and climbs out of the ring.
A shirtless, beaded necklace wearing Jam Willy Jesus approaches Hank Brown backstage with a nearly-empty bottle of Jack in hand. Hank's eyes grow wide when he sees the state that Jam Willy is in: hair and beard matted with filth, eyes bloodshot, jeans tattered, boots untied, gut shamelessly protruding over the waist of said jeans. The silver-suited Hank is holding a microphone in his hand. He looks sharp, ready to perform his duties conducting an interview, but he appears uncertain as to whether Jam Willy is ready, willing or able to comply.
Jam Willy Jesus: Is this that thurr interview spot they toll me to be at before my match?
Jam Willy squints at Hank and then looks at him with a hardened glare.
Hank Brown: Are you drunk?
Jam Willy looks at the bottle and holds it up.
Jam Willy Jesus: Gnaw, I ain't drunk. I'm drinkin'. Drunk is past tense, as if I had bin drinkin' and then stopped at some point.
Hank raises an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by Jam Willy's line of reasoning.
Hank Brown: Do you really think that's the best way to prepare for a hardcore battle royal with a shot at the Hardcore Championship at stake?
Jam Willy Jesus: Hank, did you see what I did last week? Two curb-stomps to hapless foes an' a bloody stabbin' via crusty dinner fork?
Hank nods his head, clearly uncomfortable with where Jam Willy is heading with this.
Jam Willy Jesus: Which of those acts will drinkin' a coupla liters of Jack before the main event prevent me from duplicatin' this week?
Hank Brown: You may have a point there, Jam Willy, but aren't you worried about losing your focus or just... falling face-first onto the mat? I mean, you really look like shit!
Jam Willy Jesus: Not all of us was born with a silver-suited spoon in mouth, Hank. To the point of your question though, I'm not preparin' for a wrasslin' match. I'm preparin' for a fight. This battle royal ain't about makin' a statement, showcasin' my abilities or even clinchin' the Hardcore Title contendership. This match ain't about the match. This match is about finishin' what I started last week on Slam.
Hank Brown: So you don't even care about clinching #1 contendership for the Hardcore Belt?
Jam Willy snorts incredulously.
Jam Willy Jesus: I'll let the other guys who care about shiny gold title belts and gettin' they names in the headlines worry about Hardcore Title contendership. That whole system is corrupt anyway. How the hell does a masked man attack the Hardcore Champion, steal the belt, get awarded the championship by the owner of the cump-knee, Seth Lerch, and then get to stand on the sidelines while seven men rip each other apart for a shot at "his" belt? It's pure unadulterated horseshit, Hank.
Hank Brown: But don't you want to win tonight so that you can earn your title shot against the masked man and make him pay for his actions?
Jam Willy Jesus: The masked man is a coward and so is his masked buddy. I don't suppose I'd even waste my time wit 'em, Hank. I'm certainly not gonna kill myself in that ring to get a shot at a man who don't even deserve to hold the belt. The masked man is supposedly gonna unmask tonight? Big whoop. Bravo. You attacked 'blivion from behind and stole HIS belt. You're a coward, plain and simple. That's why you hide behind that mask. Sure, I'm a lil curious to see who he is, but all-a that is a 'straction from the business at hand. I want to kill Switches the Clown. Not beat him in the ring. Not hurt him. Not even end his career. I want to end his life.
Hank Brown: Wow... those are, uh...
Hank looks a little concerned for both his safety and Jam Willy's present state of mind.
Hank Brown: Those are strong words. Jam Willy--
Hank bites his tongue, appearing uncertain as to whether he should even raise his next point... but, of course, he does.
Hank Brown: Some people, emphasis on some people which means that I'm not necessarily referring to myself, some people might say that what you did to Switches last week is awfully similar to what the masked man did to Oblivion. I mean, you did attack him from behind... in a gentlemen's restroom, no less.
Jam Willy Jesus: I attacked that mofo from behind. Sure I did. You bet chur ass I did. Here's the difference: What I did to that bastard Switches was provoked by his actions to me. He done cheap-shotted me like a lil bitch on my first night on Slam. He kept The Smileyo’matic locked in at Aftermath after I reached the ropes and the ref done ordered a break. That clown is a coward and he received his jus' desserts last week on Slam, no question. I even warned Switches before the show. I toll Switches an' the entire whirl that I was gonna track him down like a bloodhound and exact my revenge upon him in excruciatin' and blood-thirsty fashion. Punk mufucka never had a chance then... and he don't have a chance tonight.
Jam Willy hits the last of that Jack in his bottle and abruptly walks away. Hank looks into the camera and shrugs his shoulders, not sure what to make of it all.
Hank Brown: There you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Jam Willy Jesus... and he looks ready for action!
Hank can be seen scoffing in disgust just before the scene fades.
"With Oden On Our Side" hits 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 and once the vocals start, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, center stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans 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 Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow and methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his fist in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin grabs a microphone from the time keeper as he’s greeted with rolling chants.
Crowd: Robot Bitch! Robot Bitch!
Zach Davis: I guess Torture’s nick name for our champion has stuck.
Shannan Lerch: It would seem that way.
Odin can’t help but chuckle a little bit because either way you slice it, it's kinda funny.
Odin Balfore: Oh yes, if there’s one thing Odin Balfore gets, it’s Robot bitches. Now if all you band wagon morons would just take a moment, step back and go fuck yourself. The only Relevant talent in WCF has something to say.
Shannan Lerch: I didn’t know my brother was in the ring.
Zach Davis: Maybe he was talking about Hank Brown?
Odin Balfore: I think I need some help with this WCF painting by numbers because I just don’t get it. Torture, the man that pissed on all you fans, on all the boys in the back, including myself has took it upon himself to return to the ring because he doesn’t like the way I do things. Well boo fucking hoo. The "baddest" man in WCF history, supposedly got his huggies in a bunch because he knows I have far exceeded anything he has done in WCF- ever! He comes back, the heel and you cheer him. He comes back as what used to be the baddest and most feared guy in WCF and he throws "robot bitch" at me? This really is The Band Wagon Wrestling Federation because that’s all that’s ever here. Every three weeks another legend or hall of famer has to come back because they got that "spark" back. When Torture left, CD took over, I grabbed the belt from D-Day who Torture put over as taking him to the limit. D-Day, the very man that couldn’t beat me, the same D-Day that had to dig up Williams and what’s his face over there. The same D-Day I put out of action and the same D-Day who returned to exact revenge against me and has failed yet again to do that. So tell me Torture, where do you feel like you got the upper hand? Because you begged Seth to let you do what ever you want to the point where you had to sign the suicide note to face Odin Balfore as the only means of getting what you wanted.
Ya know, you make fun of my entrance but we’ll see how much fun you’ll be poking at it when it's your ass in this ring, waiting for me. I know you’ve been watching at home and you’ve been in the back as the boss watching me compete but now you're just one of the boys.. One of Jay Price's kids, one of the guys that nobody cares about anymore. Now you can sit back there watch the monitor and really get a sense of what this Nordic Tank can really do in the ring against guys who think they can run their mouth against me. I know what you're thinking too. "Who's Roy Speede?" and well.. Roy Speede’s you.. And you’re a dead man.
Odin drops the mic.
“Not Without A Fight” by Pillar hits the speakers, and Roy Speede steps out onstage, a smile on his face as the fans cheer loudly. Wearing his customary ring gear and his vest, the hood over his head, he pauses atop the ramp, holding his arms out horizontally, his hands in fists as the crowd chants.
CROWD: SPEEDE! SPEEDE! SPEEDE!
He drops his pose as he begins toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing, weighing in at 197 pounds, he is from Richmond, Virginia, ROY SPEEEEEEEDE!
As he proceeds down the ramp, Roy high-fives the fans on either side of the slope, and as he approaches the ring, Roy continues around to the ring steps. He pauses for a moment, throwing the hood off his head as he steps up the steps, and continues out onto the ring apron. Again he pauses, this time pointing out into the audience as a tribute to the fans that made his career before stepping into between the top and middle ropes into the ring. From there, he crosses to the far turnbuckle, climbing to the second rung before pointing out to the fans in attendance, and doing his signature arms spread pose. He hops down off the turnbuckle and removes his vest, tossing it into the audience, giving one lucky fan a souvenir before leaning against the second turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Here is Roy Speede. He got attacked earlier tonight by Kaylyn James Evans, so he probably isn't 100% going into this match.
The bell sounds. Speede and Balfore tie up.
Shannan Lerch: This is a non Title match. I don't think Seth wants to risk any fluke victories messing up the One main event he has planned-
Zach Davis: What One main event that he has planned!?
Shannan Lerch: Oh nevermind, forget it. Anyway look at Odin!
Odin throws Speede to the ropes and goes for a Big Boot right away, but Speede has it well scouted and ducks it. He hits Odin with a few forearms to the head followed by a kick, which Odin catches... and Speede follows it up with a stiff Enziguri kick!
Zach Davis: Did you hear that? Ouch.
But still, Odin doesn't quite go down. Speede bounces off the ropes and hits him with a Spear! This time, Balfore goes down and Speede pins him!
No! Balfore powers out.
Shannan Lerch: Close, but no cigar there.
Speede gets to his feet as Odin stumbles up, Speede kicks him in the gut and goes for the Angel's Wings!, but Balfore quickly gets out of it. Speede runs at him and this time Balfore does snap off a Big Boot, sending him down.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. Odin back in control..
Speede gets up and Balfore hits him with a Headbutt, sending him reeling. Odin then throws him to the ropes and then catches him in a Bearhug.
Shannan Lerch: The World Champ is wearing Speede down now..
But Speede quickly gets his arms up and claps them against Odin's head, causing Odin to release him. Speede then hits a Swinging Reverse STO! And another pin!
NO! Another kickout.
Zach Davis: Speede is really on the ball here, can he stay on the attack?
Speede quickly gets to the top, waiting for Odin to get up... and then flies off and hits a One Legged Dropkick! Balfore stumbles backwards, resting on the turnbuckle. Speede runs at him but Balfore quickly sidesteps, causing Speede to crash frontfirst into the turnbuckle. Odin then snaps off a huge German Suplex, into the bridge pin!
No! Speede kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: So close! Yet again!
Suddenly, Locust by Machinehead begins to play.
Zach Davis: Uh oh....
Odin stands up and turns towards the entryway.
Shannan Lerch: UGH, its just like Corey Black to interrupt a perfectly good matchup.
Black steps out onto the stage. He has a mic, which he raises to his lips-
Zach Davis: Wait! In the ring!
Speede rolls Odin up from behind!
Shannan Lerch: Speede puts his feet on the ropes!
The crowd erupts with surprise!
Zach Davis: WHAT AN UPSET!
Shannan Lerch: ROY SPEEDE HAS JUST DEFEATED ODIN BALFORE!?
Black can barely hold in his laughter. Speede quickly rolls out of the ring as his music begins to play.
Kyle Steel: AND YOUR WINNER..
Before Kyle can announce it, Balfore is up and Big Boots him right in the face. Before Balfore can attack, Speede is exiting via the crowd.
Corey Black: ...and I'm not even done here tonight.
Black exits to the back as Balfore continues to be pissed inside the ring, looking for more people to Big Boot.
Zach Davis: I can't believe what we just saw! Sure, you could call it a fluke, but Speede just pinned the World Champion, I don't believe it.
Shannan Lerch: And what else is Corey Black going to do here tonight!?
Seth is on the phone in his office.
Seth Lerch: So... okay! Next week it is, we make the announcement... Yeah, I'm excited, the buyrates for this One could be the biggest since you versus Slickie... yep, see you on Slam next week for the contract signing!
Seth hangs up the phone just as Kyle Steel rushes in.
Kyle Steel: Seth! Did we just hear what we thought we just heard? Is.. is Tort-
Seth Lerch: Let me cut you off right there. I don't know WHAT you heard or what you're thinking, or what the rumors are... but next week, the One main event is going to be set in stone. That's all I have to say.
Kyle Steel: But-
Seth Lerch: But while you're here... I do have another announcement. In addition to next week's blockbuster contract signing, we'll also have the reintroduction of the Tag Team Titles!
Kyle Steel: Whoa!
Seth Lerch: That's right. Despite Reb's disappointing actions, I have a great deal of respect for Doc Henry. And despite the Confederacy's loss, I'm going to grant them a shot at the Tag Titles next week!
The crowd in the arena cheers.
Seth Lerch: Against who? You'll just have to wait for the card for that one.
Seth walks out of his office, leaving Kyle speechless.
We come back from commercial. All seven of the competitors are in the ring, waiting for the match to begin.
“Master of Puppets” by Metallica hits before the bell can ring to start the match. Seth Lerch emerges from the back, flanked by his two new buddies…the masked Hardcore champion and his larger masked friend.
Shannan Lerch: Well, here comes my brother and his new friends.
Zach Davis: Maybe now we can get this match started and find out who is under those masks after the match is over.
Seth and the two masked men walk down the ramp and around to the opposite side. A chair is set up by a ringside attendant for Seth who sits down in the chair. The two masked men stand on each side of Seth and all three turn their attention to the ring as the bell sounds to begin the hardcore battle royal.
Shannan Lerch: Here we go!
All hell breaks loose immediately. Jesus and Switches attack each other immediately, as well as Fly and Miles. Blake takes a step back as Vic and Hunter begin to brawl with one another.
Zach Davis: All of these men are great competitors, but it scares me to imagine what Switches, Vic, or Jesus would do in a Hardcore Title matchup.
The ring can not contain the hatred between Switches and Jesus! They've both already spilled outside, and the ref indicates that they're eliminated !
Shannan Lerch: What!? Already!?
Zach Davis: I didn't see who eliminated who, I think both men just kinda forgot about this whole over the top thing and just want to fight.
Of course being eliminated doesn't stop the men from fighting. Jesus and Switches both keep throwing punch after punch at one another, despite the ref yelling and telling them to stop. Switches pulls out his switchblade.
Shannan Lerch: Somebody stop this! We could be seeing a murder!
...and Willy pulls out his shiv.
Zach Davis: Oh God..
Before the two men can turn this into a Saw film, a gaggle of security guards arrive, grabbing the two maniacs. There have to be like seventy of them or something. Anyway, seventy security guards are no match for a man named Jesus and a disturbed clown. The men do manage to get the deadly weapons away from them, but Switches and Jesus break free, heading into the stands... with the crowd.
Shannan Lerch: We're gonna have a lawsuit for sure here..
Switches and Jesus brawl up into the crowd!
Zach Davis: Well, finally, lets get back to the real match here-
...but in a bizarre twist, Aaron Miles and Jonny Fly have just eliminated one another as well... and have ALSO begun brawling outside the ring!
Shannan Lerch: Oh for Pete's sake...
Zach Davis: These two will meet at One, but they're not going to wait!
The sound of a chair hitting the back of Jonny Fly echoes across the back halls of the WCF Arena. Jonny Fly and Aaron Miles have taken their fight to the backstage area of the WCF arena. Miles stands over Fly with the chair in his hand, as Fly falls to the concrete floor. Watching on the monitor from the arena, Shannan Lerch and Zach Davis commentate….
Shannan Lerch: These two are still fighting!?!
Zach Davis: There is some bad blood growing between these two. The television title match at One is certainly heating up!
Miles reaches down to pick up Fly, but Fly spins his legs around tripping Miles down to the cement. Fly springs to his feet and grabs Miles by the hair. Miles is whipped face first into the cement wall of the arena and crashes down to the floor. Fly pauses for a moment and looks around at the various WCF staff members watching this fight unfold. The sight forces a thin smile onto his face, and he turns his attention back to Aaron Miles.
Zach Davis: This fight started in the battle royal for a Hardcore Title shot, but these two are having their own hardcore match right now backstage!
Fly goes to help Miles up but is jabbed in the abdomen by a Miles elbow. Fly bends over in pain and sensing the opportunity Miles lands a European Uppercut to the bottom of his jaw. Fly stumbles backwards and falls to the ground. Both wrestlers scramble to their feet, but the more agile ‘Epitome of Cool’ is quicker, and spears Fly right back onto the cement. He begins punching Fly on the right side of his face, and then switches hands and continues punching Fly on the left side of his face.
Zach Davis: Miles is on top of Fly landing left and right hands at will!!
Miles punches have started to cause blood to fall from Fly’s nose. The defenseless Jonny Fly attempts to deflect the blows but Miles continues to hammer away. After a few more punches he relents and gets to his feet. Miles looks down at Fly and yells ‘Stay down, bitch!’ before turning and walking away down the hallway.
Shannan Lerch: Thank god, it looks like this is finally over!
Miles has reached the end of the hallway, a door leading to the parking garage of the arena. Fly, refusing to quit, has forced himself to his feet and begins to sprint down the hallway after Miles.
Zach Davis: Wait a second…..
Miles turns just as Fly crashes into him with both wrestlers spilling out the door onto the pavement into the parking garage.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! They’re in the parking garage now!
Fly catapults back to his feet and begins stomping away at Miles’ chest. Fly grabs Miles by the arm and drags him closer to one of the parked vehicles in the lot. He climbs up the hood of the car to the roof and jumps off with his head aimed at Aaron’s heart.
Shannan Lerch: FLY SWATTER!
Zach Davis: OFF A CAR ONTO THE PAVEMENT!!
Fly hits the move and then spins back to his feet. He looks down at Miles and mutters ‘I’m not done with you yet.’ Fly turns and walks toward and through the door back into the arena.
All of a sudden Jonny Fly re-emerges from the door holding a table. He sets up the table next to Aaron Miles and then lifts Miles on top of it. He climbs back to the roof of the car next to the table.
Zach Davis: NO!! IS HE GOING FOR ANOTHER ONE??
Shannan Lerch: Someone needs to stop this! He’s going to kill him!
Fly stands atop of the car and smiles down at the lifeless Aaron Miles. He signals for another Fly Swatter and then leaps into the air with his head once again aimed at Miles’ heart.
Shannan Lerch: MILES MOVED!!!
Zach Davis: Fly just went headfirst through the table onto the cement!
Shannan Lerch: Where is security!?
Fly hits the ground with a large thud. Blood can be seen trickling out of his skull as he lies motionless amongst pieces of the broken table. Miles rolls around on the ground still recovering from the previous Fly Swatter and slowly picks himself up onto his feet. He reaches down and picks Fly up. Fly, unable to stand on his own feet, is leaned up against a car. Miles turns away from Fly, smiles, and then spins around quickly…
Zach Davis: THE COOL SHOT!
Jonny Fly is hit in the face by Miles’ right foot and goes airborne onto the windshield of the car.
Shannan Lerch: FLY JUST WENT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!
Miles quickly jumps onto the hood of the car, grabs Fly’s arm, and pulls him off the destroyed windshield. Miles stands Fly back up, grabs him by the head, and hits him with a standing shiranui ending with Fly crashing down headfirst onto the hood of the parked vehicle.
Zach Davis: MILES HIGH CLUB ON THE CAR!
Shannan Lerch: The Cool Shot and the Miles High Club back to back!!
Miles lands on his feet and hops off the car. He begins strutting around mocking Fly as he lies motionless on the hood of the car. After about ten seconds….Fly sits up.
Shannan Lerch: How is this possible!?
Zach Davis: Oh, god, Fly isn’t dead yet!
Miles stops and stares at Fly. Fly begins picking small pieces of glass out of his arms. He moves his legs over the edge of the hood of the car and gets back to his feet. Fly eyes and Miles’ eyes meet…the two men stare at each other from opposite ends of the hood of the automobile they have destroyed.
Shannan Lerch: This is one intense stand-off.
Zach Davis: Look at these two. Both bloodied, and both with absolutely no quit in them.
The door to the parking garage is opened, and six members of the WCF security team coming running toward Miles and Fly. Miles springs toward Fly, hops over the car, and lands one right hand into Fly’s face before three security guards restrain him. The other three security guards stand between Fly and Miles to make sure Fly cannot retaliate.
Jonny Fly: I’ll be seeing you soon, Miles!
Aaron Miles: Not soon enough you motherfu....
We cut back to the arena.
Shannan Lerch: Okay, can we PLEASE get back to the real match now-
Hunter has just been thrown out by Vic, leaving himself and Ryan Blake. And Blake quickly comes from behind and tosses Vic out!
Zach Davis: WHAT!? Now that we finally got back to the match, its over!?
Blake's music begins to play!
Shannan Lerch: Ryan Blake is going to One to fight for the Hardcore Title... against who?
The two masked men climb into the ring as the referee raises Blake’s hand in victory. The referee sees the masked men and quickly bails out of the ring, but Blake isn’t fast enough as the bigger masked man catches him with a huge spinebuster in the center of the ring. The masked man wearing the hardcore title picks up Blake and hits him with a Rock Bottom in the center of the ring.
Seth Lerch climbs into the ring with a microphone and starts talking.
Seth Lerch: Well, well, well, now that we got that over, we have our hardcore match settled for One. At One, it will be Ryan Blake versus the WCF Hardcore Champion….
Seth gestures as the hardcore champion walks to the nearby turnbuckle and stands on the second buckle. He reaches up behind his head and slowly unties the mask. He slowly pulls it down to reveal the sinister grin of the man least expected to be behind the mask….GRAVEDIGGER!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT THE HELL!?
Gravedigger holds his arms out and just soaks in the boos for a few seconds.
Zach Davis: Wait…what?!
Gravedigger hops down off the turnbuckle as the larger masked man takes his mask off to reveal Adrian of Mara Salvatrucha.
Shannan Lerch: Whoa!! That’s a member of MS-13!!
Gravedigger and Adrian turn to Seth who starts laughing loudly as he steps forward and shakes hands with both men.
Shannan Lerch: I still don’t understand this…my brother was in with Gravedigger??!!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger and Seth have teamed up?!? I don’t understand!
Seth, Adrian and Gravedigger go to one side of the ring. Gravedigger climbs the turnbuckle again and pulls off his shirt. He points to the MS-13 tattoo on his chest and just over the noise of the crowd and “Change” by Deftones, the words “MS-13 has returned!” can be heard coming from Gravedigger.
All of a sudden, "Locust" by Machine Head is playing in the WCF Arena. The crowd is going nuts-bonkers-palooza, and out walks Corey Black, wearing normal clothes. Jeans, black t-shirt, nothing special. He stands on stage as Seth, Gravedigger and Adrian look pissed inside the ring.
Seth Lerch: Creeping Death, who do you think you are, interrupting us-
Corey Black: Shut it, Seth. And Gravedigger, don't even think about opening your mouth. I have something to say.
Seth and Gravedigger both frown.
Corey Black: You know, I've got this friend. Let's call him something that isn't his real name.. we'll call him Charlie. Charlie used to be a bigshot around WCF, winning everything you could imagine. Then the entire world was seemingly places on good ol' Chuckie's shoulders. He handled it for a bit, but then, he turned his back on everyone. Charles up and fucking left. No warning, no reasoning, no nothing. Just gone. He dropped that world he was carrying on his shoulders into my lap, and I ran with it. I didn't ask any questions, I just knew the show had to go on.
Fast forward a bit. WCF is heading into the biggest pay-per-view of the year, and our World Champion is without an opponent. The big mystery comes up, who is it going to be? Nobody seems worthy except that dude that happened to pin said World Champion in a tag match at the UWA Supershow. Hey, how about that guy that the World Champion tried to put in a wheelchair, only for that dude to come back and fucking own bitches? How about the guy that was pinned by Ryan Blake..
Corey Black: ..only to beat that douchebag where it counts; in a WCF ring? Oh no no no, Chaz-Master Supreme decides he's going to come back, for the billionth time, and take my rightful place in my VERY FIRST One Main Event. I'm calling 'epic' bullshit on that one, Torture. Name one positive thing you've done for WCF since you left and let Mark Markman be all marky mark around here. You can't, because it never happened. While everyone is in imagination land, I'm honing my skills in IWF and burning through WCF like a fat kid eating cake on his birthday. If anyone should face Odin Balfore for the World Title in the Main Event of One, it should be me.
Seth Lerch: Okay, okay, CD, let me cut you off right there. I know you were probably too busy playing video games in the back or something, but did you not pay attention to earlier in the show when I said I'd make an announcement next week?
Corey Black: That doesn't change anything. If you're going to make YET ANOTHER huge mistake with this company by putting Torture in the One main event, at least I got to come out here and tell the whole world how stupid you are.
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: How stupid I am?! Look around me!
Seth motions to Gravedigger and Adrian.
Seth Lerch: I have, beside me, one of the GREATEST WRESTLERS TO EVER COMPETE IN A WCF RING. The only man in history who actually had the balls to put me out of business. You just about put the company out of business too, Creeps, don't get me wrong, but that was due to your own ineptitude. Regardless, let me further explain why you've just made a huge mistake by interrupting me and MS-13.
Corey raises an eyebrow.
Seth Lerch: You've just inspired me to book next week's Slam main event. I didn't plan on Gravedigger getting back into the ring until One, but plans just changed. Next week, you are going to once again team up with your buddy Odin Balfore..
Pop from the crowd.
Seth Lerch: ...to face the powerhouse team of MS-13!
Black smiles; he certainly won't mind getting his hands on the men that have attacked him.
Seth Lerch: Really? You're HAPPY about this!? You're going to be tagging with a man that hates you, and hell, a man you yourself hate... to face two men powerful enough to tear you limb from limb!? You really are even more dumb than I thought! Gravedigger is going to do to you and Odin what he did to Oblivion. He's going to put you BOTH on the shelf and walk away with the World Title, just like he took the Hardcore Title!
Corey Black: We'll just see about that Seth, we'll just see!
Corey Black's music hits as he heads to the back and Seth, Gravedigger, and Adrian talk over what just happened. Slam fades to black.