Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is once more on the air!
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! This is the 199th episode of the show, I don't believe it. Well, technically its probably more than that because of all those "lost shows" but-
Shannan Lerch: Shut up, Zach. Anyway, we have a huge night tonight. Hopefully we'll see Corey Black murdered by Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: Tonight should be a night of answers. Why are Seth and Gravedigger aligned? What kind of contract is Torture signing? Who will Odin Balfore face at One for the World Title!?
Shannan Lerch: Either way, he'll be teaming up with Corey Black against MS-13... we'll just see what happens with that.
Zach Davis: We've got a Tag Team Titles match! That's right, the Tag Team Titles are back. In a rematch from last week, Kaylyn James Evans and D-Day once again team up to face the New Confederacy.
Shannan Lerch: Last week, Evans and Day managed to get the win. But the New Confederacy is arguably the best tag team to ever step foot in a WCF ring, even when they're not on the same page. This is anybody's matchup.
Zach Davis: And once again we'll pay close attention to the ongoing drama between Kaylyn James Evans, Roy Speede, Ashley, and D-Day.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of Roy Speede, huge six man match. Speede, Jam Willy Jesus, and Jonny Fly all team up to take on Ryan Blake, Switches the Clown, and Aaron Miles.
Zach Davis: What a bizarre cast of characters..
Shannan Lerch: That's for sure. We could possibly witness a murder whenever JWJ and Switches are anywhere near each other. Plus, Fly and Miles' feud sure got personal last week.
Zach Davis: In another tag match, FTW AKA the Redneck Express takes on the team of Night Rider and Nathan von Liebert, versus Blade LaVigne and Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: A lot of tension between Night Rider and Nathan von Liebert.. how is that gonna play out?
Zach Davis: And in our opener, Vic, Joel Hall, Tek, and Dalton Henry are in a four way. Very important match heading into One and the One Invitational Tournament.
Shannan Lerch: Let's get to the show!
Jeff Purse is seen walking around the halls of his new home, WCF. He is wearing a black hoodie with cut-off sleeves, black track pants, white sneakers, and his Monster hat, turned backwards but perfectly center. As he is walking, he stops to look at various pictures of past champions, but mostly to straighten the pictures on the wall. He walks past a door, stops and comes back. The name on the door, "Nathan von Liebert". Jeff turns to the camera, with a smile, and knocks.
A few moments pass before the door is answered by "The Devil's Right Hand" Nathan von Liebert. If he is prepared for his match later in the evening, it doesn't appear so. The rookie is sporting a wifebeater with a leather jacket and black shorts along with Converse shoes. The look on Nathan’s face isn’t what you call inviting, and Nathan doesn’t invite Jeff in at all. Instead he shut the door behind him, staring Jeff eye-to-eye. Much easier than trying to look Night Rider in the eyes.
Nathan von Liebert: Out of anybody paying me a visit, I didn’t expect you, Jeff. Might I ask why ‘The Broken Future’ is here?
Jeff takes a step back, not because he is intimidated by Nathan, but because he is rather dirty for Jeff's taste. He looks Nathan up and down, then focuses on something and sets down his water bottle. He reaches out and adjusts Nathan's jacket.
Jeff Purse: You can thank me later, pal. Well, I figured we are both ACW alumni, just thought I would stop in and say hi to the Devil's 'Favorite' Hand. Impressive match last week.
Nathan glares at Jeff, undoing what he had just done. And he doesn’t appear to be any happier about Jeff “stopping by.” Nathan crossed his arms, shaking his head.
Nathan von Liebert: If only I believed you, Jeff. You don’t like me and I don’t like you. So when I had turned my sights away from you, I’d think you'd try and get as far away from me as possible. But you were never very smart. Now why are you here?
Jeff reaches out to adjust Nathan's coat again, but stops himself. He stares at it though, throughout talking to Nathan.
Jeff Purse: Wow, where is the hospitality? I guess it's true what they say about homeless people... Anyway, Nathan, I am here for a few reasons. First, I want to say that in our last match at ACW, where you had me trapped in the ropes, and Bane came out and grabbed Kari... I thought maybe you would do the honorable thing and let me go after him, but you didn't do that... and well, buddy, I am a little upset about that. So concerning that, I just wanted to warn you about tonight. I know you didn't like The Spoke too much, and just, keep an eye out, because you never really know where it is coming from, buddy. Also, Nathan... Nate... can I call you Nate?
Jeff finally decides to reach out and adjust Nathan's coat again.
Jeff Purse: Nate, as much as I don't care for Night Rider, he showed me proper respect when I beat him... so maybe you should, you know, come clean. Huh? How 'bout it?
Nathan looks down at his jacket once more, sighing softly. Looking back up at Jeff, Nathan stares at him, unknown emotions flashing across his cold eyes.
Nathan von Liebert: Honor is a funny thing, Jeff. You’re not going to make it anywhere in wrestling when you follow some honor code. You do what you need to do to win. And your concern over Kari’s well-being was not my concern. You cared for a woman, and I cared for my second win over you.
Now how about the real reason you're here? I figured Night Rider had something to do with your visit but, you know, I don’t really care why you’re here. Because unlike Night Rider, I don’t respect you. You earned his respect because you’re better than him, but you’re not better than me. Thus I won’t respect you. Thus you won’t get an answer from me. And thus you’ll be sitting out here while I prepare for the match where I cement my role in WCF as the top rookie.
Jeff let out a small chuckle at Nathan's statement. He covered his mouth quickly, and made as though he was wiping it.
Jeff Purse: Nathan, you are good, I will give you that. Better than me? No. Better than Night Rider? Maybe. Better than the others in that match? Possibly. There is no denying that. I find it funny that whenever you bring up my name, you always mention that you beat me. And you did. But you forget, Nate, I beat you. We are one and one, my friend. And a three-way tag match to determine who is better? Not going to cut it. Especially not for you because, despite the fact I am teaming with someone that you beat, who thinks he is "The Future", I am going to take you out. But Nathan, all that aside... as much as I don't like you... at all, I know you left that disgusting rat on Night Rider's door. You did the same thing to Derryk Aires. And it's got YOU written all over it... disgusting.
Jeff has to take one more step back, at the mention of rats. He remembered Nathan's "friend' Rocky, and really didn't want to see him. Nathan can only shake his head, but for once, the viewer’s could see Nathan getting frustrated with his constant clenching and loosening of his fists. Nathan takes one step forward, and then stops, chuckling softly.
Nathan von Liebert: You know I might sound like a broken record to these fans, but I’ll say it again. You might believe I did it. Night Rider might believe I did it. The fans might believe I did it. But none of that matters without proof. And like I explained it to Night Rider; beat me in the ring and that’ll be all the proof you need. But you couldn't do that unless Kari's life was at stake, example being your fluke win over me. Now our conversation is over.
Nathan reaches to open the locker room door, but Jeff reaches out to keep the door shut. But this proves to be the point that takes Nathan over the edge. He stops, turning his body, and swings with a precise haymaker at Jeff's head. "The Future" ducks under Nathan's attack and steps around him. Nathan turns for a second attack, but eats a superkick (The Spoke) for his trouble. One boot under his jaw and Nathan falls backwards onto the floor.
Jeff stops, considering if what he did was right. But any doubt was erased when Nathan begins to slowly chuckle, his cold laughter slowly rising in volume. Between chuckles, he speaks, with a hint of a Russian accent peeking through.
Nathan von Liebert: Oh you better hope when I get up you aren't still standing around, Jeff.
To many, what Nathan just said would mean nothing other than an idle threat. But Jeff knows more about Nathan than most others, and he turns, heading down the hall. Not at a run, but fast enough to allow viewers to realize something is up. And as Jeff turns the corner, the video feed fades out.
Zach Davis: We’re ready for our opening match!
Shannan Lerch: Looks like Tek, Vic, Dalton Henry and Joel Hall are already in the ring.
The four wrestlers are each in their corner and the referee signals for the bell to start the contest. Tek and Vic tie up in the middle of the ring, with Vic gaining the advantage with a side headlock. Dalton Henry and Joel Hall stalk each other, circling slowly around the ring.
Zach Davis: I don’t know much about Dalton Henry, but it’s good to see Joel Hall back in the WCF.
Vic swings Tek against the ropes and hits him with a clothesline as he bounces off. He quickly pounces on top of him and begins hitting him with right hands to the face. Hall and Henry finally tie up, with Hall grabbing a quick advantage and delivering a boot to the chest. Henry kneels over in pain and Joel Hall drops him with a DDT.
Shannan Lerch: Vic and returning superstar Joel Hall are in control early!
Vic gets to his feet and turns his attention to Hall. Hall gets to his feet just as Vic engages him. Vic grabs Joel Hall and hit him with a suplex. Tek gets to his feet and moves toward Dalton Henry. Tek picks Henry up to his feet and moves him to the corner. Henry is whipped across the ring where Vic is.
Zach Davis: Look at this!
Shannan Lerch: Vic with a missile drop kick on Dalton Henry!
Zach Davis: Nice assist by Tek!
Vic gets to his feet but before he can Tek is on him, and delivers a forearm across the back, sending Vic back down to the mat. Tek walks over to the ropes and waits for Vic to get back to his feet. Vic gets up on a knee not noticing where Tek is. He stands all the way up, turns around…
Shannan Lerch: Look at Tek!
Tek springs himself off the bottom rope and hits Vic with a 450 degree splash.
Zach Davis: Tek with the quick cover!
Before a two count is reached Joel Hall grabs Tek by the leg and pull him off of Vic. Tek scrabbles to his feet but Hall sends him right back down to the mat with a spinning neckbreaker. Hall quickly gets back to his feet and stands over Tek. He looks out at the crowd, smiles, and then leaps into the air…
Zach Davis: BOOM!
Shannan Lerch: Shooting Star Splash by Hall! He’s going for the cover!
Before the three count Dalton Henry runs over and drops an elbow onto the back of Hall breaking up the three-count. Joel Hall immediately gets to his feet. Hall and Henry stand in the middle of the ring staring at each other. Henry lunges first getting Hall into a side headlock. Hall quickly wiggles out, reverses the hold, and puts Henry into a sleeper maneuver. After about ten seconds Henry slumps to the ground on his back.
Zach Davis: It looks like Hall is ready to end this!
Joel Hall looks down at Dalton Henry and then positions himself with his back to his opponent. Hall lunges himself backwards in the air, spinning his body as he comes down on top of Henry.
Shannan Lerch: That’s called Xtreme Fear!
Zach Davis: I think that’s going to do it!
Joel Hall hooks the leg for the pin.
Hall rises to his feet and the referee raises his hand in victory.
Shannan Lerch: Impressive return tonight by Joel Hall.
Zach Davis: That’s right Shannan, he was in control the entire match and won this one easily.
Ashley Davis: Kaylyn, you cannot be serious!
As the cameras cut backstage it was to catch Ashley having a few words with Kaylyn.
Kaylyn James Evans: You have no idea how serious I am. Everything I said... I meant. Doc put his hands on me in that match in a way that was very unprofessional. He had his fun, now it's my turn to enjoy giving him paybacks.
Ashley Davis: Kaylyn, this is not about you. You want to get at Doc? Do it another time, this is about you and Mr. Deruty working together to get the tag titles.
Kaylyn James Evans: I don't give a flying fuck about the tag titles. There is only one title I give a damn about, and everyone knows that. As far as the tag titles are concerned... Deruty has the wrong partner this week, because I plan to kill Doc Henry in the middle of the ring.
Donald walks in on the conversation, overhearing the ruckus.
Donald Deruty: Well Kaylyn, I don't know if I have the right partner considering what you pulled last week. What were you thinking? Why wouldn't you tag me in? I told you I had nothing to pull or anything and yet you still stayed in that ring thinking I was going to screw you over.
Hearing Deruty chiming in, Kaylyn rolled her eyes.
Kaylyn James Evans: Don't take it to heart, kid. Here's the thing... I work better on my own. I don't need anyone and I didn't need your help last week. I had that win. Until you tagged yourself in. I can handle Doc, and Johnny. I didn't need your help last week, and this week... when it comes to Doc, you had best stay out of my way.
Ashley Davis: You can't seriously do this. And as for that "you working alone" thing, you need to be a team player.
Kaylyn James Evans: Yeah, because that's going to happen.
Donald Deruty: Kaylyn, I don't have anything against you, but you really need to chill. We got the win, and I am sorry but personally without me I don't know if we would have got the win. You looked pretty exhausted out there, not meaning anything offensive. I saw an opportunity and I took it. This week, I am not looking for the Tag Team Titles but if we do win I will gladly accept them. And as far as Doc goes, you can have him all you want.
Donald winks at the end of that statement about Doc to Kaylyn. Kaylyn glared hard at Deruty's last words.
Kaylyn James Evans: I'd watch my tone if I was you, boy. Words like that don't sit well with me, and I'd hate to have to hurt you before our match.
Kaylyn didn't even look Ashley's way as she pushed pass Deruty roughly before walking off from both of them. Ashley shook her head sighing softly.
Ashley Davis: This woman is impossible.
Donald looks around thinking in his head
Donald Deruty: What did I say?
Ashley heard the words of Deruty and raised a brow slightly.
Ashley Davis: Well, you told her to have Doc. The way you said it, and the wink after... yeah.
Ashley shook her head and crinkled her nose slightly letting him know how bad of a move that had been. Donald laughs a little bit before responding.
Donald Deruty: I was kidding. Can't a man get a laugh around here?
Ashley Davis: Did you forget who you were talking to for a minute there? It's Kaylyn. Does she have a fun bone in her body?
Donald laughs before responding once again.
Donald Deruty: Well, you should know more about her, Ashley. You are indeed her manager. Hell you probably know a lot more about her than anyone else on this show.
Ashley laughed softly.
Ashley Davis: That is true. I worked with Kaylyn back in ACW. We never did see eye-to-eye, but from what I know of her... her sense of humor is something else. If she is the one making the "jokes" then fine, otherwise... ehh.
Donald peeped a little smile at Ashley.
Donald Deruty: There you go. Laugh a little bit. You have to be having fun here. You haven't run out yet as Kaylyn's manager, so you must like it here in the WCF. What keeps you from leaving with all the yelling you get from Kaylyn? What keeps you here in the WCF?
Ashley tilted her head to the side thinking that one over a little bit.
Ashley Davis: Honestly, I don't give up. That is what keeps me from running away. She can't chase me off, and she knows it. She can lash out at me all she wants, however... she knows I can step into the ring with her if need be to knock some sense into her. And if it comes down to that...
Ashley trailed off shrugging her shoulders slightly.
Donald Deruty: Determination. I like that about you. You don't give up, whatever happens to you. So any plans for yourself, Miss Ashley?
Ashley Davis: Outside of working on Miss Evans, I have yet to decide. I guess only time will tell what's going to happen with me.
Donald Deruty: Well whatever happens, I wish you the best of luck. I think you will have a bright future ahead of you, Miss Ashley. I have a good feeling about you.
Donald winks before tightening up his tie and turning around with a small grin on his face. He walks away from the almost scheduled speaking between Ashley and Donald. Ashley watched as he made his leave before smiling softly to herself.
Ashley Davis: I do indeed have a bright future.
She stated to herself before heading out of the room to go find Kaylyn and make sure she was ready for their match when the time comes.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat tag team match and it is set for one fall. Already in the ring we have the team of the “Devil's Right Hand” Nathan von Liebert and Nightrider!”
Zach Davis: An odd team in the form of those two in the ring. Most people in attendance this week understand that these two men don't like each other.
Shannan Lerch: And this might hinder their teamwork tonight. Which is really the point of this match.
The announcer's judgment wasn't far off. Nightrider is standing outside the ring, loosening some of his muscles with some last-minute stretching. Nathan is sitting on the bottom turnbuckle, watching Kyle Steel with his cold eyes. Not what you called friendly people.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents. . .
"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 perches himself on the top rope and looks into the crowd and trash talks while pointing to himself.
Kyle Steel: Weighing at 260 pounds, he is from Gladstone, Michigan. He is Blade “The Future” LAVIGNE! And his partner. . .
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. When he passes to the corner Nathan is in, he is sure to “shoot” Nathan in the head.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 215 pounds, he is from Venice Beach, California. Accompanied by Kari Kendall, he is Jeff PURSE!
Zach Davis: While it can't be “proven” that Nathan left that gift for Nightrider two weeks ago, everyone can tell that Jeff Purse and Nathan do not like each other.
Shannan Lerch: You and I both know that he did it. He's disgusting enough to do something like that.
Zach Davis: But Nathan is dead set on being proven wrong. He states to get your proof, his ass needed to be handed to him in that ring.
Shannan Lerch: Well let us hope Jeff does just that tonight.
Zach Davis: But they also have to contend with FTW, who is also fighting in this match. Jeff doesn't just have two opponents to worry about.
Nightrider rolls into the ring as “Take it Outside” by Bradly Gilbert begins to play over the PA. But the curtain isn't thrown back by Gator, and FTW didn't burst through the curtain. In fact, nothing happened at the stage that anyone could see. And then the camera cut back to the announcer's table.
Zach Davis: We're getting word that FTW aren't here or something? So this match will now be a regular tag team match.
Shannan Lerch: Well we now know what FTW means. Fuck the Wrestling.
The camera feed cuts back to the ring, where Nightrider is standing in the ring while Nathan steps onto the apron. Maybe it is because The Devil's Right Hand noticed that Blade was starting the match on the other side of the ring. So as the referee calls for the bell, both big men slowly begin to circle each other.
Ding Ding Ding
Nightrider calls for a test of strength in the middle of the ring, which Blade accepts. Which proves to be a mistake early on as Nightrider slowly but surely pushes Blade onto his left knee. A quick kick to the gut, and Rider has Blade where he wants him, which is on the ground after a standing dropkick. Nightrider shoots the ropes, jumping over Blade as the masked man lands on his stomach. On the rebound, Rider hits Blade with a clothesline, knocking the large rookie onto his back. A quick leg drop, and Rider goes for the quick pin.
Zach Davis: Quick Pin by Nightrider.
Rider isn't flustered, lifting Blade up only to put him back down with a Snap Suplex. With that done, Rider goes over to his corner to tag in Nathan. But the Devil's Right Hand only drops onto the concrete, breaking the tag attempt. And this allowed Blade enough time to stand. Rider has only the chance to turn around before Blade drops him to the mat with a DDT.
Shannan Lerch: I was right when I said teamwork was missing between these two men.
Zach Davis: But I don't think Nathan cares. He just knows Nightrider took the damage and not him.
Shannan Lerch: But I believe he'll freak out if he loses. Especially with Purse involved.
At the moment, it did appear Nathan wasn't getting involved. He wasn't going to help Rider when Blade tries to lock him into a sharpshooter. Not that Rider needed it, as with the use of his strong legs, he pushes Blade into the ropes. But Rider can only be on his knees before Blade hits him with a big boot. Blade only allows his opponent a a moment of rest before pulling him up. And with a show of his strength, Blade takes Rider up for a fisherman suplex bridged for the pin.
Zach Davis: And again Nathan is no help for his partner.
Nightrider rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up to his knees, and is then helped up the rest of the way by Blade. But the hero's momentum is broken by a forearm smash across the face. And with that Rider whips Blade into the corner, not knowing that was the corner where Jeff Purse was standing. So when Blade's back hit the turnbuckle, Jeff tagged him on the shoulder. But Jeff didn't jump into the ring just yet, letting Blade stumble out into a powerslam from Rider.
Shannan Lerch: An impressive move from Rider.
Zach Davis: But here comes Jeff!
And Jeff is coming full steam in the form of a springboard clothesline into Nightrider. Rider doesn't fall, but is groggy enough to allow Jeff hit an enzuigiri without any resistance. This sends Rider to his back, and Jeff continues his hot streak with a stand moonsault into a pin.
Shannan Lerch: What a good first impression from Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: It was good enough to catch the attention of Nathan von Liebert, who is back on the apron.
Shannan Lerch: Correction. Nathan is in the ring.
What Shannan was talking about was Nathan scaling the turnbuckle and hitting a frog splash from the top to break the pin. Jeff rolls onto his back, but Nathan ignores him for the moment to pull Nightrider over to the corner. But Jeff is on his feet before Nathan could get Rider close enough to the corner to tag in. But Nathan was ready, as he lunges over Rider's body, performing a handstand and wrapping his legs around Jeff's neck. And with a shift of his weight, Nathan performs a unique headscissors toss, sending Jeff back to the mat.
Zach Davis: An excellent move from the Devil's Right Hand.
Shannan Lerch: It doesn't make him any better.
By now Nightrider is crouched in the corner, so Nathan steps onto the apron enough to tag in by tapping Nightrider on the shoulder. And with that, Nathan steps in as Jeff rises to his feet. Both men step forward, staring each other down, unmoving as the fans cheer for Jeff and boos Nathan.
Zach Davis: We're about to see a fight now folks. Forget a wrestling match.
And this fight begins with Nathan slapping Jeff across the face. Jeff fires back with forearm smash, and both men begin to trade blows. Nathan switches over to forearm smashes, and slowly begins to take control as he appears to be the better brawler. But Jeff gets a good lick in long enough to spin around for a heel kick. Nathan stumbles back, allowing Jeff to hit a neckbreaker to take the man down to the mat. And Jeff tries for an ankle lock.
Shannan Lerch: Break his ankle!
Zach Davis: I see there is a Jeff Purse fan already made tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Just a Nathan hater, Zack.
But Nathan kicks Jeff off of him rolling to his feet, and locks in a half nelson. But Jeff shows his technical wrestling skills by reversing this into a side head lock. Nathan pushes Jeff off of him into the ropes, and pulls The Future back to try and lock in an abdominal stretch. And the trading of techniques continues with a Jeff Purse arm drag into an armbar. Nathan isn't caught long though, raking the eyes of Jeff even though the referee was watching. And Nathan ignores the warning as he tries to lift Nathan up for a German suplex. One, two, three back elbow smashes from Jeff has him getting behind of Nathan and putting him to the mat with a northern lights suplex. But instead of bridging for a pin, Jeff rolled through the move, and pulled Nathan up to his feet onto to take him down with a second northern lights suplex, which is bridged into a pin.
Zach Davis: A nice sequence by both men with Jeff coming off top.
Shannan Lerch: Jeff was very flexible in the end. I wonder if Kari can tell me how he uses it in other. . . things.
Nathan kicks out, rolling to his feet. Jeff does the same, and steps back to tag in Blade. When Nathan sees this, Nathan then tags in Rider. So both men meet each other in the center of the ring, trading blows. While this is going on, Nathan drops off the apron, and begins to head around the ring towards Kari.
Shannan Lerch: This isn't going to be good. What does he want with her?
Zach Davis: It doesn't matter because Jeff is coming to the rescue.
Indeed Jeff meets Nathan outside the ring, and both men begin to wail on each other once more. Meanwhile in the ring, Blade shoots the ropes and catches Rider with a dropkick. Stunned but not down, Rider was still ripe for the picking for a powerbomb from Blade. But Blade doesn't capitalize on Nathan's absence as he pulls Rider up to just put him back down with a second powerbomb. And with that, Blade again forgoes the pin as he instead climbs the top rope. And Blade then leaps off for a flying headbutt. . .
Zach Davis: A mistake in the end as Nightrider rolls out of the way.
Shannan Lerch: And Nathan is taking control outside the ring also.
While the fight was going on in the ring, Nathan was laying Jeff out with his punches. What began as Nathan appearing to be going for Kari was merely a ploy to bring Jeff to him. Which ended with Nathan sending Jeff into the barricade. Pulling Jeff up to his feet, Nathan steps behind him, grabbing Jeff in a inverted facelock. And with that, Nathan lifts Jeff up, dropping him with a Straight Jacket Drop onto the concrete.
Zach Davis: A freefall onto the concrete. Those cushions don't protect you from the cold concrete under it.
Shannan Lerch: That monster!
Zach Davis: And Nightrider has taken control in the ring, as he has Blade up on the top rope. Will we see the Drop of Death?
Nightrider hits it! He pins Blade quickly.
Shannan Lerch: Welp, Nightrider and Nathan win it!
Nightrider stands up, victorious... but as he stands up, Nathan von Liebert quickly kicks him in the gut and hits the Straight Jacket Drop!
Zach Davis: So much for that tag team!
The fans boo as Nathan slides out of the ring, grinning, happy with himself. As von Liebert walks up the ramp, Nightrider rolls out of the ring as well. Jeff Purse leaves the ring also, pissed at the entire situation.
Shannan Lerch: Zach, this whole situation with these three is very interesting. I can sense quite the rivalry between Nightrider, Jeff Purse, and Nathan von Liebert.
Gator walks out in a black "Redneck Express" t-shirt and jeans waveing a Confederate flag with his houndog right beside him. He points towards the ring and the lights go out.
Zach Davis: What now!?
After close to tweenty seconds and lots of flashes going off the lights come back on and Blade LaVigne is locked in Black Death by Hunter, from the Redneck Express. Gator is walking to the ring with his bloodhound as Adam climbs into the ring with a microphone.
Adam Young: Why do you make me do these things. Am I not a easy going Southern dude who loves to just relax and have some fun. No you have to push the buttons and get me all worked up don't ya. You ask me to return and bring pride back into my kingdom, yet you keep me out of the championship matches. Lerch this blood drinched body will be on your hands.
Hunter picks up Blade as Adam throws the mic out of the ring. Gator starts waveing the Confederate flag as the boys nail Family Traditions on Blade. They stand over Blade as he lays there bloody and motionless. They climb out of the ring and Adam picks the mic back up.
Adam Young: Pain is a short time thing but what we are about to do to you will haunt you in your sleep forever. Fuck The World!
"Take it outside" by Brantley Gilbert starts playing as the boys walk towards the back. Hunter is rubbing the blood from his black glove on his face as they exit the arena leaveing a calling card at the announce table with Shannan for Seth, a Redneck Express trucker cap.
Jam Willy Jesus is seen walking backstage, minding his own business, humming that new Black Keys tune. Jam Willy certainly seems to be in an upbeat mood this evening. Willy nods politely to a couple of backstage staffers as he gets ready to make his ring entrance, which is no more than a few minutes away from happening. Nothing can possibly go wrong. No, sir. Nothing at all... can go wrong!
Suddenly EVERYTHING goes wrong when a lead pipe wielding lunatic in a clown outfit pulls a Tonya Harding and whacks Jam Willy in the kneecap with the pipe. Willy yells out in pain and grabs his knee as he tumbles to the ground. The staffers flee for help. The clown spins around toward the camera, revealing his identity to be none other than Switches! His eyes are bugging out of his head. This is obviously a clown who is hopped up to the gills on smack. Switches stands over the fallen Jam Willy now, taunting the North Dakotan Messianic figure with lead pipe still firmly in hand.
Switches the Clown: I told ya, you were making a big mistake, Jesus! I told ya not to mess with Switches, dick!
Switches peppers Jam Willy's knee with three more whacks from the pipe. Willy tries to swipe at Switches with his fists, but Switches, with two healthy knees, is easily able to evade him.
Switches the Clown: How does it feel to have your bread and butter taken from ya by a hated enemy!? You ruined my face so I ruined your knee, Willy! Your days of walkin' are over, assface! HaHA!
Switches is escorted, kicking and screaming, from the area by a swarm of armed guards, who force the pipe from his hands, while medics feverishly tend to the injured Jam Willy.
Switches the Clown: Hey, everyone! Look at how the mighty beard salesman has fallen! No more knee for you, Willy! HaHA! Suck my pipe, Jesus!
Willy grits his teeth as he's helped to his feet by the medics.
Jam Willy Jesus: Damn you, Switches! Damn you to hell, demon clown!
Zach Davis holds his hand up to his ear, real official-like.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, I am receiving word that Jam Willy Jesus will not be able to participate in our next match due to the violent, lead pipe assault by Switches the Clown! I repeat, Jam Willy will not be able to compete in tonight's six-man tag!
Shannan Lerch: What does that mean, Zach? Does it become a three-on-two handicap match? Or do we throw Switches out of the match because he attacked Jam Willy?
Zach once again holds his hand up to his ear like a real life broadcasting professional. Bryant Gumbel would be proud. Zach Davis makes Bryant Gumbel look like Malcolm X, by the way.
Zach Davis: I am also receiving word that... what's this? Turnabout is fair play! Jam Willy attacked Switches two weeks ago so that means that, legally, Switches was allowed to attack Jam Willy tonight without repercussion.
Shannan Lerch: Wow. That's weird, isn't it? I mean Fly and Speede lose their third-man just like that, and there's nothing anyone can do about it?
Zach Davis: Turnabout. It's, uh... it's fair play, Shannan. That's written in stone. It's timeless.
"The Champ" by Ghostface Killa hits over the PA system and the crowd pops for Jonny Fly. A spotlight shines onto the stage, but Fly is nowhere to be found. After a few moments the music stops and then restarts. The crowd pops again, but still... no Jonny Fly.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell is going on? Did someone attack Jonny Fly now? Is this going to become a three-on-one handicap match?
With Fly nowhere to be found, his music stops. “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: We know that Roy Speede is "not without a fight", but even this hard-working, industrious young man may be hard-pressed to overcome the odds, if in fact he's left to fend for himself against the team of Aaron Miles, Switches the Clown and Ryan Blake.
Shannan Lerch: To put it bluntly: he'd be up shit's creek without a paddle.
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: Woo-hoo! I caught a balloon! Yeah! Balloons! Woo!
Shannan Lerch: Shut up, Zach, and act like a gentleman and give a lady your balloon. Hmm?
Shannan offers bedroom eyes to Zach, who in turn hands her his prized balloon.
Shannan Lerch: Haha! Sucker!
Shannan coddles the balloon while Zach is left with blue balls... again.
The lights dim and “Down and Out” by Tantric pounds the P.A. system. A white fog rushes the stage. When the lyrics start, Ryan Blake walks onto the stage. The fans go crazy, some boo and some cheer. He rolls his neck, and begins to walk down the ramp. On his way down he gives some high-fives to his fans. When he reaches the ring and slides in on his stomach. He comes to his feet and raises his arms, ready for the match to start.
Zach Davis: A Ryan Blake signature entrance by the signature Ryan Blake... signature. And will Ryan Blake have a Ryan Blake signature performance in this match? Only Ryan Blake's signature watch will tell, because that thing keeps Ryan Blake's signature time like nobody's business... signature.
Shannan Lerch: Always throw an extra signature in there just to be on the safe side... signature.
All of the lights in the arena drop as a fantastically awesome laser light show begins, dazzling the crowd. A fog machine kicks in filling the stage and ramp as "Narcissistic Cannibal" kicks in over the PA System. "The Epitome Of Cool" Aaron Miles then walks out onto the stage, flanked by a pair of busty beauties and followed closely by Lil Jon. Miles pauses at the top of the ramp, lowers his shades as he looks around at the crowd with a bit of a cocky smirk on his face, and then he pushes them back up over his eyes. He then unties the robe and seductively, for the benefit of the ladies in attendance, opens it up, revealing the Television Title gleaming proudly underneath. Finally he begins the walk down the ramp, ignoring the majority of the peasants with the exception of a few of the bustier attendees--and proceeds to get thwacked in the head with the business end of a steel ladder, courtesy of Jonny Fly!
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly is here! And he just attacked the Television Champion Aaron Miles with a ladder! What the fudge!?
Shannan Lerch: Oh the irony! Miles is the one who introduced the ladder stipulation for his match with Fly at One, and now he's getting fed his breakfast, lunch and dinner because of it! Fly must have stopped by Home Depot on his way to the Arena tonight!
The beauties drop their pamphlets and scatter, titties and ass-cheeks bouncing at a furious pace as they do so. Lil Jon finally notices what's happening and he tries to stop Fly from attacking Miles. Fly football tackles Lil Jon, lands a flurry of punches to his brain and then tosses Jon off the stage, badly injuring him. Fly turns his attention back to Miles and bashes him in the head five, six, eighteen more times with the ladder before stripping Miles of his TV Title belt and bashing him in the face with it for good measure. Fly then tosses Miles off of the stage, on stop of Lil Jon. Fly sets up the ladder near the edge of the stage, and climbs all the way to the top as the crowd gets behind him.
Zach Davis: No, no! Don't do it, Fly! You have your entire career ahead of you!
Shannan Lerch: I guess this is payback for that brawl with Miles last week. Godspeed and fare thee well, Jonny Fly!
Fly completely loses his mind and leaps from the ladder while thousands of flash-bulbs go off across the Arena, creating a mock lightning effect. After hanging in the air for what feels like a brief eternity, Fly lands on top of Miles and Jon with the most incredible, miraculous and breath-taking Fly Swatter ever witnessed in history.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly! Fly Swatter! Fly Swatter! He's a human fly! Jonny is a human fly!
Fly bounces to his feet and brushes the dirt off his shoulder like a pimp as "The Champ" once again hits over the PA system. Fly marches triumphantly down to the ring to a mighty roar from the crowd as the other three wrestlers in the ring look on at what's happened in a collective state of disbelief.
Shannan Lerch: Wow... I am speechless. I am completely without speech after what I just saw!
Zach Davis: This match was three-on-three, then it was three-on-two, then it was three-on-one, or so we thought, but now it's two-on-two! Jonny Fly teams with Roy Speede to take on Switches the Clown and Ryan Blake! No Jam Willy Jesus! And the TV Champion Aaron Miles? He might be dead! We are waiting for official confirmation!
Fly slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He bumps fists with Roy Speede and they discuss strategy as their opponents, the duo of Blake and Switches stand in their corner of the ring with mutual looks of disgust on their faces. Blake doesn't say a word. He steps out to the apron, leaving Switches the Clown to start the match. On the flip side, Speedy opts to start, after wisely advising Fly that he should take a breather after his high-risk theatrics moments earlier.
Zach Davis: It looks like Speede and Switches are starting things off!
Referee Bat Lewis calls for the bell...
Speede darts toward Switches and tries for a flippy move, but Switches anticipates it and kicks Speede in the teeth. Speede rolls back toward the corner and Switches pursues with a murderous gleam in his eyes.
Shannan Lerch: I could see Roy Speede as being the type of guy that Switches wouldn't really care for.
Switches begins strangling Roy in the corner, but Roy defends himself with a snap-jab that pops the clown in his jaw. Switches giggles a bit before gouging Roy's good eye and smashing his head repeatedly into the turnbuckles. Switches whips Roy into the ropes and hits a spinning elbow then, with Roy staggered, smacks him upside the head with a Flash kick. Roy kips up and kicks Switches in the gut, dropping Switches to a knee, then hits a step-up Enzuigirl that cracks the clown proper-like in the back of his head.
Zach Davis: Not the type of crack that Switches likes, but it was effective.
Roy waits for Switches to get up then shows off some fancy footwork on his way to blasting Switches with a Swinging Reverse STO. Roy does another spinny thing to get back to his feet and salutes his fans. Switches catches Roy off-guard, trapping him in a simple armbar. It's really nothing fancy at all. Just a simple, basic, traditional armbar. Roy has been in this move a million times, but Switches... his variation of this basic hold is the most painful to date. Switches really wrings the arm and Roy is hurting. He's feeling it right down to the socket. Roy spins and flips and does some floaty things, but he cannot escape the simple armbar of Switches the Clown.
Zach Davis: Wow, Switches is really showing some grappling expertise here.
Shannan Lerch: He's a deranged face-painted lunatic, Zach, but he's no slouch between the ropes. Hell, I'm not even sure if Switches is aware of where he is right now, but somehow, someway, he's performing.
Roy finally grabs hold of the ropes, forcing a break of the hold. Switches plays along at first, pretending to offer Roy a clean break, but Switches was setting him up all along for the ol' "Pretending to be a nice, law-abiding fellow so I can bash you in the face with a Frontflip Face Chop" routine. Works every time... Switches follows up his successful fake-out by planting Roy quite firmly upon the mat with an Ace Cutter, and then just for giggles and shits, Switches hoists Roy skyward and crumples him into the mat with a jumping piledriver. Switches bizarrely forgoes the pin and instead tags Ryan Blake into the match.
Zach Davis: Kind of strange that Switches didn't go for the cover.
Shannan Lerch: Switches did something that was only kind of strange? That's kind of strange, Zach.
Ryan climbs through the ropes and immediately pounces on Roy Speede, droppin' bombs with some heavy-duty UFC-style ground and pound.
Zach Davis: Would you say that Blake's ground and pound is influenced more by the old-school smash-em, bash-em style of Mark Coleman, Mark Kerr and more recently Brock Lesnar, or the new-school, "I keel you now", precision approach of Jon Jones?
Shannan Lerch: I'm not sure, Zach, but he's giving Roy Speede the business right now, just spankin' that ass. I guess Ryan wants revenge for his mentor Odin Balfore, whom Roy pinned last week.
Spittle is oozing from Blake's mouth as fists and elbows o' fury meet with the fleshy face of Roy Speede. Blake finally lets Speede up and goes for a Hurricanrana, which Speede is able to counter by catching Blake and blocking his momentum. Speede even spins around and tries to powerbomb Blake, but Blake follows through and flips Speede into the air. Incredibly, Speede lands with his feet firmly on the ropes and then springboards and hits a moonsault on Blake, who had no idea what was just happening. Speedy hooks a leg.
Bat Lewis: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Speede rolls toward his corner and tags Fly into the match. Fly scales the ropes and flies off the top with a clothesline that crushes Blake's neck and related vertebrae. Fly aggressively follows with a Twist of Fate that draws a big pop from the fans. They really liked that move! Blake is looking like he's just about ready to go down for the count when he grabs hold of Fly and shoves him through the ropes. Fly takes a tumble outside of the ring. Blake snickers at his awesomeness and then climbs out to the floor, amid protests from Speede and all of the good-hearted people in the Arena. Blake lands a couple of hard stomps to Fly's body and then German suplexes him onto the floor, and it's a nasty-looking German. Blake rolls Fly into the ring and then follows. With Blake sensing that he's softened Fly up, he springboards off the ropes and goes for a moonsault, trying his damnedest to upstage Roy Speede, but Fly gets his knees up and Blake's ribcage is wishing he hadn't tried that move.
Zach Davis: Blake tried to one-up Speede and he got fudged up instead!
Shannan Lerch: Fly is a real life tough guy, that's the problem. You can't assume that he's down and out just because you hit a suplex and some of these moves.
Fly gleefully gets to his feet as Blake writhes about in pain. Blake pulls himself off the mat and Fly unloads with vicious European uppercuts, the kind that could knock out a giraffe. After landing thirteen of the uppercuts, Blake sprawls upon the mat and Fly sprints toward the ropes, goes airborne, flips and lands on Blake with a Lionsault. Fly hooks the leg, eagerly trying to pin Blake.
Bat Lewis: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
What better way to follow-up a Lionsault than with a Liontamer? That's what Fly aims to do as he grabs hold of Blake's legs. Blake, to his credit, manages to roll forward, ninja-style, and makes the tag to Switches. Switches bellows with all the furor of a drunken, wigged-out, homicidal, children's party clown as he flips over the top rope and does a fancy, jukin' and jivin', fleet-footed shuffle before busting out a cartwheel kick that catches Fly in the temple.
Zach Davis: That kick didn't catch Fly flush in his noggin, but it hit him in just the right spot to disorient him.
Shannan Lerch: You've been hit with a few of those kicks in your day, Zach, by me, at this table.
Switches lifts Fly for a choke-bomb but Fly is able to block the move and clap Switches' ears to free himself. Landing on his feet, Fly swoops Switches up and spikes him down with a gnarly spinebuster. Switches lets out a slight whimper but quickly covers it up with a heinous bout of giggle-fitting. Fly is undeterred as he climbs the ropes.
Zach Davis: Jonny is about to fly, and just what does "The Equalizer" have in mind this time?
Shannan Lerch: Frog splash! Fly just hit the Frog splash, and I gotta believe that one's for Eddie!
Fly is rocking and rolling with his head and body as he makes the pin attempt, and the fans rabidly cheer his every move.
Bat Lewis: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Fly was feelin' it that time, but Switches had just enough left in the tank! I guess the many illicit substances that Switches intakes give him fuel for his engine.
Shannan Lerch: Or maybe, just maybe, pain don't hurt him. Have you ever considered that, Zachary?
Fly gets to his feet and forces Switches to do the same. With both men standing, Fly suplexes Switches once... hangs onto it and suplexes Switches a second time... hangs onto it and suplexes Switches a third time. Switches could be heard uttering "NO! STOP IT! DAMN IT!" before his body hit the mat that third time, but obviously it did him little good.
Zach Davis: Fly was definitely NOT complying with Switches' demands that time.
Shannan Lerch: I cannot envision a scenario in which Jonny Fly would comply with Switches' demands, whatever they might be.
Zach Davis: Good call, Shannan.
Fly is done having his fun with Switches, and he tags Roy into the match. Roy leaps over the top rope, ducks a wild haymaker from Switches and hits a Float-over DDT. Roy kips up, waits for Switches to rise and smacks him in the kisser with the business end of a superkick. Switches gets up again and Roy charges with a striking spear. Switches alertly leapfrogs Roy. Both men spin around and Switches whacks Roy in the face with a roll kick. Back to their feet, Switches arm-traps Roy and head-butts him repeatedly and with relentless hatred. Roy eats twenty of the punishing head-butts before Switches releases the hold and DDT's Roy to the mat, further punishing his noggin. Switches is feeling his oats as he gets to his feet and cuts loose with some hip-hop inspired, interpretive dance moves. The crowd loves the moves but Switches isn't the type of guy they would normally cheer for... so they give a mixed reaction.
Zach Davis: Switches is one resilient clown. Just when you think he's down and out he finds a way to get back into the match, and he puts on a nice little show while he does it.
Shannan Lerch: The man is nothing if not a consummate entertainer.
Switches finishes his dance, takes a bow and tags Blake into the match. Speede greets Blake with a dropkick, then quickly tries to go for his Silver Bullet, but Blake fights out of it, spins Roy around and hits a German suplex... holds onto it, hits another German suplex... holds onto it, hits another German suplex. Blake charges toward the corner, springboards and hits a moonsault onto Roy. Blake hooks the leg.
Bat Lewis: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Both men are up. Blake whips Speede into the ropes-- Speede springboards, back flips and smacks Blake in the head with a Pelé kick that brings the crowd to its feet.
Zach Davis: High-Speede Impact by Roy! Here's the cover!
Bat Lewis: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Speede gets to his feet and claps his hands, and the crowd quickly joins him. Speede whips Blake into the ropes and tags Fly. Speede with the drop toe hold, Fly does his shuffle and drops a leg to the back of Blake's head. Speede takes his place upon the apron and Fly goes to work.
Shannan Lerch: It seems appropriate to me that two guys named Speede and Fly would work well together. If you are going to fly then you want to do so with speed, after all there are no speed limits... up there.
Shannan points toward the heavens as Fly plants Blake with a Rude Awakening-style neckbreaker and then ascends the ropes. Blake awkwardly stumbles to his feet and Fly gives flight, taking him down with a beautiful Hurricanrana that pops the Reading crowd.
Zach Davis: I tell ya, this Jonny Fly is putting on a show tonight. I would say the sky is the limit for this young man, which is ironic because his name is Fly.
Shannan Lerch: So not even the sky can limit him.
Zach Davis: Right, right. Good point.
Fly is practically begging Blake to get to his feet, but Blake wisely says "No mas" and rolls out to the floor to regroup. That dastardly clown Switches has no qualms about clobbering Fly from behind with a lariat.
Shannan Lerch: Switches was never tagged, although he might think it's scramble rules, when one guy hits the floor you can enter the match.
Switches forms a sledgehammer with his hands and mercilessly pummels Fly until Roy Speede intervenes on behalf of his tag team partner. As Switches winds back for another sledgehammer blow, Speede grabs Switches' hands and twirls him around like a ballerina. The good times stop there for Switches however as Speede unloads with big, solid, American punches that rock the mentally unstable clown. Speede has the full support of the ticket-buying public as he measures Switches for one last punch and then connects, sending Switches teetering to the brink of being flipped over the top rope. Switches manages to hang onto the rope. Speede charges with a clothesline, which Switches ducks and sends Speede over to the outside, but Speede is able to land on the ring apron.
Zach Davis: A dangerous game of cat and mouse being played here by Speede and Switches!
Switches and Speede scramble for position on the apron, with Switches seizing the opportunity to chomp down on pretty boy Speede's face. Switches and Speede take their fight outside to the floor, while Blake climbs back into the ring and sneaks up behind Fly.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like it's gonna be a Ryan Blake signature ambush!
Blake pops Fly in the face with a quick kick and then schoolboy roll-ups him, but Fly actually rolls though and has Blake pinned as Blake desperately tries to kick-out.
Bat Lewis: ONE...
Switches sees what's happening and tries to make the save.
But Speede is holding Switches back.
Zach Davis: Wow! What a match and just like that Jonny Fly and Roy Speede pick up the win for their team in this impromptu tag match!
Fly and Speede shake hands in the ring and the ref raises their hands as Fly's music plays on the PA and the fans gave the victorious duo a hearty cheer.
Shannan Lerch: This was an entertaining and unpredictable match and the ending came from out of nowhere, but Fly and Speede certainly earned their win tonight against the tough duo of Switches and Blake!
Blake stomps the mat at his rotten luck, so close to winning yet so far away. Switches seems disinterested in the whole affair, most likely hoping to get backstage as quickly as possible so that he may return to his preferred recreational activities.
Kaylyn was heading to the stage, knowing her match was up next. Ashley had yet to catch up to her, but she knew when the time came, she would be there. Just as she was turning the corner to head to the stage, Roy Speede happened to be coming towards her having just finished a match of his own.
Kaylyn James Evans: Oh great, my luck just keeps getting better and better.
Roy sees her coming, and a grin crosses his face as he hears her words.
Roy Speede: Good! Wouldn't want you to suffer any more... unfortunate accidents, now would we?
Hearing his words, Kaylyn tilted her head to the side.
Kaylyn James Evans: You mean like what happened to you last week on Slam? Oh yes, I would hate to slip and knock you out again.
Roy Speede: I was actually alluding to the week before. What, was that two Silver Bullets, or three? I forgot to count.
A soft chuckle escapes his lips. Kay faked a smirk, before letting it vanish quickly.
Kaylyn James Evans: And to think, at one point I actually joined you for lunch and considered you a friend. Now if only you didn't have to try to be a knight in shining armor... oh wait... where is little Aubrey anyway? Looks like she used you, didn't she?
It was Kaylyn's turn to laugh softly. Roy shakes his head lightly, that chuckle still there.
Roy Speede: And we both know who turned into the better wrestler when that happened, don't we?
Kaylyn laughed harder before stepping closer to him, closing in on the space between them.
Kaylyn James Evans: I believe we do know who became the better wrestler. What happened at Ultimate Showdown? Who pinned who? I don't think you have one up'd me one-on-one yet, Speede.
Roy Speede: And Ultimate Showdown was anything but one-on-one, Kaylyn. You should know that.
A cocky sneer crosses his face as he waits for a response.
Kaylyn James Evans: That might be true, however, it was just you and I in the ring at that point. No one else touched you, Roy. That was all my work. You however, have never pinned me. And at One, you won't be doing so either.
Roy Speede: Why wait for One? I could take you down right here, right now, and you won't even get your shot at the tag titles.
He pulls back, as if he's going to punch her, and swings a fake punch, stopping his arm a couple inches from her face before pulling it away from her.
Roy Speede: And if I wanted to actually hit you, you couldn't have stopped me.
Kaylyn shook her head slightly.
Kaylyn James Evans: Who says I would have stopped you? If that's what you want... do it.
Kaylyn James Evans: Go ahead, Roy... hit me.
She stated, taunting him to do so. Roy pauses to think about it for a moment.
Roy Speede: I'll spare your ass this time. I have too much respect for Deruty to screw him out of a tag partner, whether he's teaming with an idiot or not.
He smirks, shrugging his shoulders.
Kaylyn James Evans: Aww, how cute. You have respect for someone. Not only that, but you have gone back to your childhood days with name calling.
Kaylyn smirked before raising her hand and tapping his cheek lightly with her palm. Roy smirks, and grabs her by the waist.
Roy Speede: I have respect for quite a few people, Kaylyn. I have respect for the fans. I have respect for Seth Lerch, this company's owner. I have respect for the wrestlers here. I even have some respect somewhere inside me for a bad girl like you. Now, I'll spare your butt this time, but come One, I won't be so nice.
Roy steals a kiss on her lips, and smirks as he lets go of her.
Roy Speede: Now you get your butt out there. I want a chance to find a partner and take those tag titles from you sometime. And good luck; you'll need it.
He sidesteps and walks by her, back toward the locker rooms. Kaylyn was caught off-guard when he put his hands on her, and by the time his lips touched her own she was completely confused. After he walked past her she leaned against the wall, and shook her head trying to clear it. God damn it. Why right before a match did she have to deal with shit like this!? What the hell kind of game was Roy playing at? Did he expect to throw her off her game before One? That had to be it. It's not like it could be anything else... right? Hearing the announcing of the next match, she sighed before moving off the wall, ready to head out to the ring. Shaking her head once more she took a deep breath before the camera moved back to ringside.
"What you get is what you see
the sideaffects are sexual
I'm your favorite drug
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 but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who 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 event's would be. Dressed in a long black coat covering everything including her legs she came down the ramp with a smirk on her face.
Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Tag Team Championships! On her way to the ring, from New York City, she is professional wrestling’s only Perfect Ten, Kaylyn James Evans!
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. 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: Wow, Kaylyn looks great today!
Shannan Lerch: You always say that.
Zach Davis: So? It doesn’t mean I don’t mean it!
Shannan Lerch: Shut up, you idiot.
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.
Kyle Steel: And her tag team partner, he is from New York City, WCF’s American Hero, Donald ‘D-Day’ Deruty!
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: And The American Hero looks fired up.
Shannan Lerch: That’s not exactly shutting up.
Zach Davis: it’s not about Kaylyn though.
Shannan Lerch: For once... Good, keep it that way.
"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system as Johnny Reb and Doc Henry step out onto the stage. Reb's title strap is slung over his right shoulder, while Doc wears his around his waist.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, they are the team of Johnny Reb and Doc Henry, The New Confederacy!
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. Both men take a moment to pose for the fans, holding their title belts high for all to see, before handing them to the ref, and going to their corner to await the bell.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is a bitch.
Shannan Lerch: ZACH!
Zach Davis: I’m just telling the truth. He’s turning Reb into his little slave boy. He’s worse than Kaylyn James Evans and Aubrey Summers. At least then it was two hot babes!
Shannan Lerch: No, seriously, someone turn of his microphone again. Please. Really.
< DING! DING! DING! >
Kaylyn and Doc step out onto the apron as Reb and Deruty circle one another. The two lock up head to head in a classic collar and elbow until Deruty backs Reb into the corner. He hits Reb in the gut with a shoulder shot, and backs up, letting Reb regain his footing. Reb steps out of the corner, and the two lock up until Reb catches Deruty with a boot to the gut, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Reb hits Deruty with an elbow to the chest that knocks him flat. He pins.
Zach Davis: And a nice kickout by Donald Deruty to start this matchup.
Both men get to their feet, and Reb hits Deruty with a dropkick, knocking him into the turnbuckle. Kaylyn makes the blind tag, and springs to the top rope before hitting Reb with a diving shot, planting her knees on Reb’s shoulders. She keeps the position, hooking his legs for a pin.
Kaylyn rolls to her feet, and Reb gets to his feet, too. Kaylyn goes for a clothesline, but Reb ducks it, and as Kaylyn turns around, Reb hits her with a dropkick, and Kaylyn falls into the referee, knocking him down and out. Doc drops off the ring apron, and grabs a steel chair from ringside before sliding back into the ring. Reb sees this, and starts arguing with Doc about the illegal tactic. Kaylyn gets to her feet behind Reb, and just watches, an almost amused look on her face.
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on! What is this, a soap opera? Come on, somebody hit somebody!
Zach Davis: Now who’s the weirdo, Shannan?
As the ref finally comes to, he pulls himself up with the ropes, his back to the three. Doc tosses the chair in the air and slides out of the ring, and Reb catches it. The ref turns around, and sees Reb with the chair in his hands, and calls for the bell; Reb tries to argue it, but the ref doesn’t let him.
< DING! DING! DING! >
Kyle Steel: Here are you winners by disqualification, Kaylyn James Evans and Donald Deruty!
Zach Davis: What was that? Reb didn’t do anything!
Shannan Lerch: But the ref thinks he did, Zach.
Zach Davis: And what about the tag belts?
Shannan Lerch: I guess they’ll stay vacant then.
With the match over, Johnny Reb exits the ring, looking annoyed with the whole situation. Doc Henry remains behind, smirking; he settles his Confederate Title on one shoulder and snatches a mic from a ring attendant.
Doc Henry: Johnny, Johnny, Johnny… What have you done?
Reb pauses, turns to face him, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.
Doc Henry: After all the hard work I did getting us this opportunity… you just went an’ threw it away. We coulda been champions again, you an’ me, just like old times. But what’d you do? The one thing you’re always raggin’ on me about: ya cheated, Johnny Reb – an’ cost us our Tag Titles.
Clearly, this gets under Reb’s skin. He stalks back to the ring, teeth clenched, features contorted in anger.
Shannan Lerch: Uh-oh. I don’t like that look in Reb’s eyes. Doc better watch out!
Sure enough, as soon as he’s through the ropes, Johnny unloads a haymaker that knocks the smirk right off Doc Henry’s face. As Henry staggers back a couple of paces, Reb takes the mic from him.
Johnny Reb: Don’t you EVER accuse me of cheatin’ again, ya lyin’ sonofabitch! This is the last goddamned straw, d’ya hear me? I ain’t playin’ your games anymore. Contract or no contract, you an’ me are finished!
Rubbing his jaw, Doc looks at Johnny, amusement dancing in his eyes.
Doc Henry: D’ya REALLY think it’s that easy, Johnny? Hmm? You said yourself that contract’s airtight. Only way out of it’s if you put me on the shelf – an’ we both know that ain’t gonna happen.
Johnny Reb: Oh, yeah? How’s about we put that to the test? Let’s say… at One. An’ just to make things real interestin’, why don’t ya put that Confederate Title of yours on the line?
The audience gives a moderate cheer for this idea. Doc, however, just laughs in Reb’s face.
Johnny Reb: I mean it, Doc. You an’ me, at One in the first-ever Confederate Title match! …Unless… you’re afraid of losin’…
Henry’s cold gaze narrows as he ponders this. After several seconds, a slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, and he nods.
Doc Henry: All right, Johnny. If this is what ya really want… you got yourself a shot at MY Confederate Title. I just hope ya don’t actually expect to win…
Reb looks his partner right in the eyes, staring him down for a full minute before he, too, smiles.
Johnny Reb: You let me worry about that, Mr. Henry. Deo vindice.
He drops the mic and leaves the ring to a burst of wild applause from the crowd. Doc watches him go, looking thoughtful…and just a little uncertain.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! Did you hear that, Shannan?! Johnny Reb just challenged Doc Henry for the Confederate Title at One!
Shannan Lerch: A title, I might add, that is in no way officially recognized by WCF management – or, apparently, anyone else on the roster… Kinda makes you wonder what’s going through Johnny’s head right now.
Zach Davis: Revenge, Shannan. Pure and simple revenge for everything Doc has put him through. Win or lose, one thing is for sure: this is going to be a hell of a match!
Seth is in his office, preparing for later in the night, when Kaylyn James Evans barges in.
Kaylyn James Evans: SETH!
Seth Lerch: Uh, hello, Kaylyn-
Kaylyn James Evans: What the hell was that? I was about to add Tag Team Champion to my resume, and some stupid referee made a bad call. I haven't worn gold in too long, Seth.
Seth Lerch: ...and what do you want me to do about it?
Kaylyn James Evans: I don't know the results of this whole "Of The Year" thing you've got going on, but you know as well as I do that no matter what, I'm the best Television Champion this company has ever seen. I get viewers to tune in every week, for my entrance alone! And I couldn't help but notice that the TV Champion, Aaron Miles, got put out of commission earlier.
Seth Lerch: So? What're you getting at?
Kaylyn James Evans: Well, the way I see it, you need a TV Title match for One.
Seth Lerch: You already have your match with Speede, Kaylyn. This is an important show, and-
Kaylyn James Evans: I don't care! I'll beat Speede, and then I'll beat Jonny Fly, and walk out of One the rightful Television Champion.
Seth Lerch: Sorry, Kaylyn. No can do. You have your match with Speede, and that's final.
Kaylyn James Evans: UGH! Fine!
Kaylyn turns around and marches out of the office, slamming the door as she goes. Seth simply checks out her ass as she leaves, shrugs, and continues preparing.
Crowd: Bobby C! Bobby C! Bobby C!
The chant continues as darkness comes over the WCF Arena and "I'm Not Done" by Fever Ray hits the speakers at maximum volume. Sparkly fireworks illuminate the entrance as Bobby Cairo appears, donned in a gold and black robe, with a pep in his step.
"So, I lost my head a while ago, but you seem to have done no better.
The only thing louder than Cairo's entrance music is the cheer of the crowd. Cairo salutes his fans and then makes his way down the ramp, slapping five and shaking hands with delirious fans along the way.
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo is BACK on Slam! We know that the match between him and Logan at One is official, but I didn't know that he was going to be here tonight!
"Some do magic, and some do harm.
Cairo reaches the ring and walks up the steps before flipping over the top rope and into the ring. Cairo climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans once again, with both arms raised into the air and a jubilant smile upon his face.
"Who is the Alpha? And what is made of cloth?
The lights return to the Arena as Cairo climbs down from the turnbuckles, reaches through the ropes, and receives a microphone from a ringside attendant.
"One thing I know for certain, ohhh I'm pretty sure.
The music ceases and Cairo clears his throat before lifting the mic to his lips.
Crowd: Bobby C! Bobby C! Bobby C!
Cairo's face beams with a thousand-megawatt smile and he nods his head in acknowledgement of the fans.
Bobby Cairo: Thank you all very much, from the bottom of my heart! It's great to be back on Slam, even if only for one night. That's precisely the point though, isn't it? The great Neil Young said that it's better to burn out than to fade away. Apparently, Logan never received the memo.
The crowd reacts mostly with cheers at the mention of Logan's name, but there is some angered hissing and boos mixed in as well.
Bobby Cairo: There are those in this world who go out on top of their respective professions and there are those who simply become afterthoughts, irrelevant, a shell of their former selves. Unlike Logan, I had the sense to not hang around for five years past my prime and become a punchline in the WCF locker room. I left this company and this business with my dignity firmly in tact. Logan is still scraping the bottom of the barrel after all these years. He's still leeching off of the people who do put in the hard work, the people who shed their blood, sweat and tears for WCF. In short, Logan is looking for somebody to finger his bum.
There is laughter among the audience members, but Cairo looks dead serious as he stares straight into the camera and delivers his hate-filled diatribe.
Bobby Cairo: Logan is stalking around in the darkness just waiting to lash out at his next innocent victim. The problem for Logan is that Bobby Cairo is nobody's victim. You have the nerve to call me out, Logan? You want to run your mouth with that pejorative crap about Bobby Cairo? Let me tell you something, asshole: I'm like James Woods. You talk shit about me, I will kill you. I have pride. I'm not like Torture. I respond when my manhood is challenged. You can take that Copacabana boy-toy bullshit that you push and tell your story walking, homo. Bobby Cairo don't play that game. I'm calling YOU out, you hag, you whore, you burn-out, you bitch. I want you to bring that little cocktail wiener of doom down here right now so l can shove it straight up your ass!
The crowd lets out a roaring cheer for the possibility of a Cairo-Logan showdown.
Zach Davis: Oh my! Cairo is calling out Logan!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, no kidding. He just said that, Zach. Geez...
After looking toward the entrance way for a few moments and seeing that there is nary a Logan to be found, Cairo turns his attention back to the camera.
Bobby Cairo: What's the matter, Logan? I know that you like it when the big boys play rough with you. Oh well... back on point. I could have ignored your immature taunts, Logan. I could have paid no mind to the challenge that you issued. I could have dismissed it as the inane ramblings of an irrelevant asshole. I could be at home, right now, playing grab-ass with my wife. You know what though, Logan? I'm a compassionate man. I feel for you, bro. I know how lonely you get during those long, cold winter nights in Bumfuck, Virginia or whatever shithole you crawled out of. There's just one problem for you, bud: I didn't walk out here to the ring to play kinky S&M games with you tonight. Sure, I could tie you to the ring post and slap your ass with a cat o' nine tails. I could do that, but that's not my style. Tell you what though, I am up for a technical wrestling exhibition. How does that sound, Mr. Loganberry Boudle?
The fans cheer their asses off. They like the sound of that.
Zach Davis: Is Cairo challenging Logan to a match right now!?
Cairo holds up his hand and the crowd quickly quiets down.
Bobby Cairo: Or better yet, how about a good old-fashioned knock-down, drag-out brawl?
The crowd roars in orgasmic pleasure and a "CAIRO! CAIRO! CAIRO!" chant breaks out.
Shannan Lerch: It sounds like he's challenging Logan to a fight!
Bobby Cairo: Or would you rather just come out here, drop your catchphrases, strut around with your dick on hard, and then disappear for six months? After all, that would be a typical night's work for Logan, wouldn't it? Yeah that's more your style, bitch boy.
The crowd is imploring Logan to answer Cairo's call now.
Crowd: LOGAN! LOGAN! LOGAN!
Zach Davis: These fans want to see Cairo and Logan get it on!
Bobby Cairo: You can mosey on down that ramp at any old time, Loogie, and defend your honor. Or you can stay home and write in your little journal like all you little emo bitches do nowadays, bitching about how the world has wronged you and you're going to make every last one of them pay. You might mean every word of it too, Logan. There's just two problems: This ain't Watchmen and you're not Rorschach. Now get your ass out here! Bobby Cairo doesn't like to be kept waiting!
Cairo has a scowl on his face as he stalks back and forth in the ring.
Zach Davis: I haven't seen Logan all day, Shannan. Have you? I don't think that he's even in the building tonight!
Shannan Lerch: Don't tell Bobby that. This is good shi--, uh, stuff.
Bobby Cairo: That's just what I expected. A no-show by the king of no-shows. You can hide from me tonight, but you won't be able to hide at One. Not inside of that steel cage. Not with a plunderin' of weapons at my disposal for me to rip you apart with. You talk a lot of shit, Logan, but when was the last time that you backed it up in the ring? They should call you Ace Ventura because you spend so much time talking out of your ass. Hell, I got more respect for the actress who played the mom on The Wonder Years than I got for you. That's a hard-working American lady who earns every paycheck that she gets. You steal money, Logan. You steal from these fans when you pretend to have pride and pretend to have honor and pretend that you're going to give them their money's worth when you step into this ring. I know better, Logan. I know that it's never that easy with you. You have to be motivated to give a fuck and motivating you is not easy. That's why I'm gonna light a fire under your ass and give you a reason to care about One.
Cairo nods his head emphatically and glares into the camera, as if looking into Logan's soul.
Bobby Cairo: It seems like once in a blue fucking moon you can get Logan all ginned up and he'll magically grow a pair of testicles and put on a show for the fans, for the locker room, for himself. It's a damn shame about you, Logan. For all of the talk that we've heard about how you're the greatest superstar in WCF history, five-time World Champion, three-time WAR winner, I have to question whether all of that is just smoke and mirrors, hype that's been designed for the express purpose of selling tickets and generating pay-per-view buy rates. To me... it sounds like pure fluff because you just haven't justified it with your performances over the last few years. Let's really think about it here: When was the last time that Logan stepped up and carried WCF on his back? We've seen Torture do it. We've seen Slickie T do it. Odin Balfore is doing it right now. Where has Logan been for all of this time while others have been carrying the load for WCF? Because whether the fans booed those guys or cheered 'em, they cared about watching them perform week in and week out. That used to be you, Logan. What happened to The Face of Treachery? What happened to the evil son of a bitch that used to run roughshod over WCF and raise hell every week on Slam?
Cairo shrugs his shoulders while still glaring into the camera lens.
Bobby Cairo: He's nowhere to be found, and I know why. I'm afraid that Logan, the feared and respected Logan, is dead and buried and in his place we've been left with a fat, lazy, self-promoting, imbecilic, catchphrase-spewing hack whose time in the spotlight has long since expired. I don't enjoy saying these things about you, Logan. It pains me to be so brutally honest with you, fat man. I've tried to spare your feelings through the years, but you're clearly too much of an egotistical asshole to recognize the gesture, much less appreciate it. That's why you're grasping at straws while desperately flailing about, trying to do something, anything you can to get your name on the marquee one last time at One. You're a bitter, has-been, loser bitch and that's why I'm tossing you this bone, because I know that you have nothing else going on in your life.
Zach Davis: Cutting words from Bobby Cairo. Cutting... ruthless words.
Shannan Lerch: He knows that he has to get under Logan's skin, Zach. It's the only way to make Logan care.
Bobby Cairo: What about Bobby Cairo? What's he been up to? Well, let's see... I'm married to the love of my life, a wonderful woman named Emily, I own a highly respected wrestling school, Crimson House Dojo in Hartford, and in little more than one year I'll be representing the state of Connecticut as a member of the United States Senate. Wow! That's a lot of good shit! What will you be doing one year from now, Logan? Will you still be up to your old tricks, issuing hollow challenges to retired WCF superstars? Jay Price, perhaps? Maybe you'll be moving onto the next phase of your professional life, taking that logical next step of sucking trucker dick for crack money at America's finest highway rest stops? Maybe you'll even do the world a favor and finally drop dead? So many possibilities, Loogie, but do you know what? I've made up your mind for you. I've decided that I'm going to do you a favor by giving you one last thrill before I put you out of your misery at One. I'm gonna splatter that shit you call brains all over the ring. I'm gonna paint the cage with your brain mist. Lest you think that I'm just whistlin' Dixie, let me assure you that this IS real. This IS happening. This IS NOT a test or a trick or an attempt at mind-fucking. You see this wrestling gear?
Cairo opens his black and gold robe and shows off his shimmery gold wrestling pants and black and gold boots. He once again nods his head while glaring into the camera.
Bobby Cairo: I haven't been strapped like this in four years, homie. You issued a challenge that you thought would fall on deaf ears, but I accept and if you no-show at One... then it gets real simple, and real ugly. I will hunt you down and beat the ever-loving shit out of you. I will beat you like you raided my wife's panty drawer, Logan. You have two weeks...
Cairo holds up two fingers to the camera, in a similar fashion as the hippie peace sign, but this isn't a man who's preaching peace.
Bobby Cairo: Two whole weeks to prepare for a man who wants to put your skull on his mantel. I want you to have yourself a nice little breakfast tomorrow morning, Logan. Get your scrambled eggs and your English muffins with the butter and the jam. Make sure you can keep your energy up, then I want you to hit the gym and train your ass off like you've never trained before. When the time comes for our match, I want you to bring the best shit that's ever been brought because that will make my victory all the sweeter. At One you will be eating Bobby Cairo's lasagne, bitch. All that hearty meat, the seasoned cum sauce, that savory cheese that constitutes the taste of my sweaty balls... layer after layer and it just don't stop until it fills you up right!
Cairo winks into the camera now as his glaring scowl is replaced with a mischievous smile.
Bobby Cairo: You're welcome, Logan! You are welcome for the bountiful feast that you are about to enjoy at One! Consider it... Your last meal!
Cairo strikes a pose and the camera hits his profile just right. He's rocking that George Michael five o'clock shadow that was so big in the eighties and beaming from ear-to-ear. After a few moments Cairo hands his mic to a ringside attendant and takes his place upon the turnbuckles once again to absorb the cheers of the fans.
Zach Davis: Well what an impassioned speech from Bobby Cairo! He sounds ready for Logan at One, and he certainly looks to be in the best shape that we've seen him in!
Shannan Lerch: I guess training younger wrestlers at his gym is paying dividends, Zach. Cairo is in wrestling shape even though he hasn't been wrestling and it sounds like Logan has him mighty pissed!
Zach Davis: Logan has awakened a sleeping giant, and that may or may not have been a mistake on his part, but personally I'm thrilled by the prospect of seeing Logan and Bobby Cairo in a steel cage deathmatch at One!
Shannan Lerch: You are not alone, Zach. It's a dream match that some would say is nearly six years in the making.
Zach Davis: It's time for the main event and this is sure to be an explosive affair.
Shannan Lerch: You're not kidding, Zach. There's bad blood all around in this match.
"Hit Em Up" by Lil Wayne hits the speakers as Gravedigger and Adrian walk out from the back. Seth Lerch is with them. The crowd starts booing as both men throw up the MS-13 handsign on each side of the ramp. Eventually they walk down the ramp. Gravedigger walks over to the ring steps as Adrian reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron. He steps over the top rope after Gravedigger climbs through the top and middle rope.
Zach Davis: I get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach whenever I'm in the vicinity of either of these guys.
Shannan Lerch: I think that's the idea, Zach. Deadly street gangs aren't supposed to be warm and cuddly.
Zach Davis: Frankly, I was hoping we had seen the last of Mara Salvatrucha in WCF.
Shannan Lerch: You are not alone, Zach, but here they are in all of their psychotically violent and bloodthirsty glory.
Adrian walks around the ring loosening up his muscles and preparing for the start of the match while Gravedigger goes to each turnbuckle and stands on the second one, taunting the crowd. His taunts are cut short when the lights in the venue suddenly cut to black as the familiar opening to "For Whom the Bell Tolls" plays. The crowd is jacked up and gets louder after every toll. After six tolls, there is silence. A solitary light hits the stage. Out from the back walk six men. These are big dudes, too. Vikings to be exact. Three stand on each side of the entrance. They're all carrying shields and swords, long hair, beards, legit looking vikings.
"Locust" by Machine Head hits the PA system and the place explodes into cheers. The lights flash to the music as it chugs along. As soon as the lyrics kick in, Creeping Death emerges from the back. He's decked out in viking garb as well. Armor, shield, sword, and even a viking helm with face plate. Colorful lights now circle the Arena and through the crowd. CD marches down to the ring, all six vikings behind him in two single file lines. The crowd is going ba-fucking-nanas. As he reaches the ring, CD places his shield against the ring, and his sword by the steps. Creeping Death then drops the viking armor and furs off his body, and takes off the horned helm. CD rolls into the ring itself and sits in the far corner, waiting for the match to begin. As he does, the six vikings walk up and remain on the stage for the duration of the match.
Zach Davis: Here is Corey Black! CD has been on quite a roll as of late--
Shannan Lerch: Ugh, don't remind me...
Zach Davis: He's had a fire lit under his ass since joining, well, a rival promotion that shall remain nameless, but that fire has carried over to his performances in WCF.
Shannan Lerch: The irony of it all is that, despite my personal feelings about the man, he's easily one of the top contenders for the World Championship that is currently held by the man that he will be teaming with tonight.
Cue the Amon Amarth, soundman! "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 stares down his opponents as he waits for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: Corey and Odin both look focused but this has to be an uneasy alliance for the two of them. Though they've teamed together before, it's certainly strange to see Balfore and Black on the same team after everything they've been through in recent weeks.
Shannan Lerch: Stranger than seeing MS-13 aligned with my brother, and vice versa?
Zach Davis: Touché, Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: There's no doubt that Odin would rather be teaming with his Alliance-mate, Ryan Blake, who happens to be the number-one contender to Gravedigger's Hardcore Championship, but Seth knew what he was doing when he teamed Odin and CD together.
Zach Davis: Did he, Shannan? Sure he's trying to drive a final wedge between Odin and Black, but what if it backfires? What if they're actually able to co-exist and overcome MS-13 tonight?
Shannan Lerch: Then my brother is going to be a VERY unhappy man, Zach.
Referee Slappy Johnson searches Odin and Black for weapons in their corner of the ring and then walks over to the opposite corner and begins searching Gravedigger and Adrian.
Zach Davis: Slappy seems to be paying special attention to the members of MS-13, who are known for their underhanded tactics.
Shannan Lerch: Would Slappy be eyeballing them like that if they weren't Latino?
Zach Davis: Oh, come on, Shannan. You said yourself MS-13 is a deadly street gang. You really think they're above bringing weapons into the ring?
Shannan Lerch: I bet they all look alike to you too, eh Zach?
Finally satisfied, Slappy finishes his weapons search and instructs both teams to choose who they want to start the match. Adrian remains in the ring for Mara Salvatrucha, while Gravedigger climbs out to the apron. Odin stares Adrian in the eyes and looks as if he's going to start for his team, until Corey tugs him on the arm. Odin looks at Corey, who looks back at Odin and nods. Odin shrugs his shoulders and climbs out to the apron. Slappy calls for the bell.
Adrian immediately moves in and tries to lock up with Corey and utilize his size and strength advantage, but Black uses his speed to easily avoid the MS-13 member. Corey lands a switch kick and a flurry of open-palm strikes. Adrian tries to grab hold but Black hits a flip kick that staggers the big man. Corey unloads with another flurry of palm strikes, then springboards off the ropes and hits a dropkick to the chest of his much larger foe. Adrian is staggered but still standing, and now he looks pissed. Corey isn't backing down. He charges and hits Adrian with a badass barrage of Tony Jaa-style Muy Thai flying knee strikes that draw a loud pop from the crowd and back Adrian into the corner.
With the big man stunned, CD leaps onto Adrian's shoulders using the ring ropes and flips him onto the mat with a Reverse Hurricanrana. Gravedigger's face is emotionless as he watches his partner and fellow MS-13 member stumble to his feet. While that's happening, Corey has bounded to the top rope with such quickness and agility that you would miss it if you blinked. Adrian spins around to face Black, and Corey leaps off the top rope and hits a diving corkscrew splash that topples the big man. Black stands over Adrian and verbally taunts him before dropping on top of him and uncorking with big punches. After feeding his opponent a steady stream of punches, Black finds a huge hand wrapped around his neck... it's Adrian's!
CD grimaces as Adrian wraps his hand tighter around Corey's neck. Adrian gets to his feet and takes CD with him. Corey is lifted into the air, as if for a chokeslam, but he manages to tense his body and shift his weight just enough to throw off Adrian and avoid being slammed. Adrian simply adjusts his grip around Corey's neck and shoves him into the corner with a furious whipping motion. Black hits the turnbuckles hard and Adrian wastes no time in charging CD and hitting a big boot to the face. Corey's head and body are rocked by the force of the kick. Adrian wraps Black in a body-lock, lifts him with ease and ragdolls him to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. The boos rain down from the Reading, PA fans, but Adrian pays them no mind as he viciously stomps at the fallen CD, who has suddenly had the wind knocked out of his sails.
Zach Davis: Corey Black got off to a white-hot start in this match, but Adrian is now asserting his will.
Shannan Lerch: This is exactly what Adrian has to do against an opponent like CD. Keep him grounded, don't allow him use his speed or his aerial moves. That's the only way that Black can beat a giant brute of a man like Adrian. He's so weak and puny that damned CD...
Zach Davis: Shannan! Behave!
CD eats a couple dozen furious stomps before Adrian abruptly pulls Corey to his feet and Irish (or should it be Mexican?) whips him into the ropes. Black manages to duck a Clothesline attempt by Adrian that is straight from Hell, but he's not so fortunate to avoid the powerslam that Adrian plants him with. Adrian once again wraps his hand around Corey's neck and begins blatantly choking him in front of the referee. Slappy warns Adrian and then begins counting. Adrian finally releases the choke at four-and-a-half and pulls CD to his feet. Adrian lifts Black and then drops him spine-first onto his knee with a vicious backbreaker. CD's legs kick the mat and the air while Adrian continues to grind Corey's spine into his knee, a malicious sneer on his all the while. The fans are booing but they have little other recourse until Odin begins stomping the mat and starts a "CD!" chant that quickly catches on with the crowd and spreads around the Arena like wild fire. The chant encourages Corey and gives him new life as he lashes out with blunt strikes to Adrian's face and chest. Adrian flings Black to the mat and then walks on him, like a doormat.
Corey cannot abide the blatant show of disrespect and he bounds to his feet and stuns the big man with rapid-fire kicks straight to the knee. Adrian grimaces in obvious pain and takes a swing at Black. Corey easily avoids the wild haymaker, springboards off the ropes and lands flush with a back elbow to Adrian's jaw. With Adrian staggered, Corey grabs a hold of him around the neck, runs toward the ropes and hits a picture-perfect Tornado DDT that plants Adrian in the Balfore-Black corner of the ring. Corey slaps Odin's extended hand, tagging him into the match, and the World Champion steps over the top rope and enters the ring with a focused look on his face. Odin pulls Adrian to his feet and lands head-butt, after head-butt, after head-butt, each one of them strong-style Japanese head-butts. Adrian's eyes roll back in his head and he's backed into the turnbuckles from the sheer force of the blows as Odin continues his furious onslaught.
Zach Davis: You think Odin doesn't remember what the then-masked Adrian did to him at Aftermath? This is payback for the World Champion!
Shannan Lerch: And payback, as they say, is a bitch. Nope that saying doesn't offend me just because I'm a woman. Not at all, not one bit. Not to state the obvious here, but Adrian REALLY needs to make the tag to Gravedigger. Too bad he's in the wrong corner of the ring.
Odin beats on Adrian with a plurality of clubbing blows and then unloads with a powerful European uppercut, that would decapitate any normal man. Adrian is a big, strong dude in his own right, so his head is still attached to his neck and shoulders, but he's not looking too hot. Odin moves away from the corner and gives Adrian some space. Adrian stumbles forward and Odin lunges toward his foe and drills him in the face with a running knee lift. Adrian shows his toughness by getting to his feet, but it doesn't impress Odin, who whips Adrian into the ropes, charges forth and drills Adrian with an Odin Balfore signature big boot straight to the kisser. Odin raises his fist to the sky and lets out a roar. Even the fans who don't like him let out a cheer, because well... they don't like MS-13 even more. Gravedigger is beginning to stew at ringside. The reigning Hardcore Champion and Hall of Famer extends his hand toward Adrian and yells for him to tag him in. Odin wags his finger at Gravedigger, taunting him and then pulls Adrian to a kneeling position. Adrian stuns Odin with a low blow that the referee somehow misses, but the fans do not as they let out a sympathetic gasp followed by boos.
Odin bellows and grabs his gonads as Adrian seizes the opportunity to get to his feet and blast Odin in the head with a big boot of his own. It might not be an Odin Balfore signature big boot but it gets the job done. With momentum back on his side, Adrian pulls Odin to his feet and whips the World Champion into the ropes, BUT Odin reverses the whip and he sends Adrian into the ropes. Adrian tries to rip Odin's head off with a clothesline, but Odin has the awareness to duck the attempt before spearing Adrian with all the force of a Mack truck hitting a moose on a Canadian highway. Odin starts to make the cover on Adrian, but little does he know that Gravedigger made the blind tag to Adrian when he was near the ropes. As such Gravedigger steps in through the ropes and STOMPS Odin as hard as he can to the back of the head. Odin scowls in pain as Gravedigger pulls Odin up by his long hair and wallops him repeatedly in the head with blunt-force strikes. Odin paws at Gravedigger, trying to give himself space to stand, but as soon as he does Gravedigger clobbers him with a huge clothesline that drops the World Champion to the mat.
Zach Davis: Oof! I'm sitting all the way over here at the announce table and I felt that clothesline from Gravedigger!
Shannan Lerch: No kidding, Zach. I think it knocked one of my teeth out.
Gravedigger pulls Odin up and whips him hard into the turnbuckles in the MS-13 corner of the ring. Gravedigger unloads with a barrage of heavy shoulder strikes to Odin's ribs, thirteen, fourteen and fifteen of them, to be exact. Gravedigger unloads with a forearm shiver to the face that further punishes Odin. Gravedigger suddenly drags Odin to mid-ring and drops him with a smooth Russian legsweep. Gravedigger holds onto the move, pulls Odin up and hits another Russian legsweep. Gravedigger gets to his feet, bounces off the ropes for added momentum and then drops a knee across Odin's throat. Odin grasps at his trachea in obvious pain. Gravedigger ever so kindly helps Odin to his feet, only to whip him into the MS-13 corner of the ring. Gravedigger distracts Slappy while Adrian mercilessly chokes Odin with the tag rope, a demented smile on his face as he does so.
Corey screams at the ref to look at what Adrian is doing, and even steps through the ropes and points across the ring, but this only prompts Slappy to order CD back onto the apron. Corey and Slappy argue for a few moments, before CD finally complies with the ref's demands. Meanwhile, Odin is still struggling for air as Adrian continues to strangle him with the tag rope. Finally the ref turns around and Adrian simultaneously releases Odin from his grip. The World Champion stumbles forward into the waiting arms of Gravedigger. Gravedigger lifts Odin and slams him to the mat with a Rock Bottom, that draws a mixed reaction from the crowd, cheers because it looked cool, and jeers because they hate Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: Gravedigger just hit Respecto on Odin Balfore! Here's the cover! Could Gravedigger pin the World Champion!?
Slappy Johnson: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Gravedigger doesn't protest to the referee. Instead, he quickly pulls Odin to his feet and tries for another Respecto, but Odin blocks it and counters with repeated elbows to Gravedigger's head. Gravedigger looks incensed but Odin isn't backing down as he slips out of Gravedigger's grip and slides behind him. Odin lifts Gravedigger up and drops him head-first onto the mat with a German suplex. Gravedigger incredibly bounces to his feet, but in doing so he walks right into the welcoming arms of Odin. Odin lifts him up, runs and plants Gravedigger with a running powerslam.
Zach Davis: Lawmaker! Odin hit it! Gravedigger is down!
Adrian charges into the ring and eats a Balfore big boot for his efforts, that sends him right back to the ring apron, albeit in a slumped position. Odin spins around and sees Gravedigger getting to his feet, so kicks Gravedigger in the gut, hooks his shoulder and legs and hits a Fisherman suplex into a pin. The ref drops to the mat and makes the count.
Slappy Johnson: ONE...
THR-NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Wow! Gravedigger kicks out after the Maverick-Plex, and that was after Odin had already hit him with the Lawmaker!
Shannan Lerch: Both of these men are incredibly tough, Zach. They can absorb moves that would defeat 99% of the competitors in this business. Their bodies can recover much quicker than the human body is supposed to. That's not to say that they're unaffected by such punishing maneuvers as the ones that we're seeing, but you really have to bring out the big guns to put either of these men away.
When Gravedigger gets up this time, Odin boots him in the midsection and sets him up for the Mark of Odin jackknife powerbomb. When Odin goes to lift Gravedigger, Digger manages to block him. Gravedigger then counters and tries for the back body drop, but Odin is simply too big and has to much leverage for Digger to get him up. Gravedigger does manage to yank himself away from Odin's grip and then drills Odin in the ribs with another stiff shoulder strike. The accumulation of those strikes to the ribs, causes Odin to wince. Gravedigger capitalizes by scooping Odin up from the mat and hitting his own version of the running powerslam, the Toluca Slam. Gravedigger cackles gleefully as he covers Odin in the middle of the ring.
Slappy Johnson: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Gravedigger scowls at the ref in a most menacing fashion and then curses Odin en español.
Zach Davis: The frustration is building for Gravedigger as he finds himself unable to put away the World Champion. Much as you said a few minutes ago, Shannan, neither of these men will easily be defeated. They are both decorated champions in this great company for a reason.
Shannan Lerch: Who will deal with the frustration more effectively? That's the key. Gravedigger and Odin are both used to having their way in the ring, but it seems as though their power games have neutralized one another, though Gravedigger has the advantage right now.
The look on Gravedigger's face says that he's ready to end this match. Gravedigger pulls Odin to his feet and whips him into the ropes, then shoots off the ropes himself for added momentum. Gravedigger goes for the South of the Border, an incredibly agile move for a man of his size and stature, but Odin held onto the ropes and Digger connected with nothing but air before hitting the mat. Odin grits his teeth before shoving off the ropes and pulling Gravedigger to his feet. Corey is barking at Odin from ringside, urging him to make the tag, but Odin ignores his partner and instead sets up Gravedigger in the pumphandle position. Odin lifts Gravedigger up and powerbombs him to the mat with the Fall From Asgard. Odin pins Gravedigger's shoulders to the mat with his legs and the ref counts it.
Slappy Johnson: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! HAND ON THE ROPE!!!
Zach Davis: Gravedigger reached out and grabbed the rope with his hand! A crafty move by the veteran!
Shannan Lerch: Odin is fuming. He can't believe that wasn't a three-count.
Zach Davis: And while Odin's barking at the ref, Gravedigger rolls out to the floor to regroup. Hmm... I think Digger just said something to Adrian.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell? Adrian is running into the ring with a steel chair! He's gonna whack Odin with that chair!
From out of nowhere, Corey Black flies into the ring and saves the day with a top-rope Van Daminator that launches the steel chair into Adrian's face. Adrian drops to the mat, as the ref tries to figure out what the hell is going on and instinctively kicks the chair out of the ring so that it cannot be used again. Amazingly, Adrian bounces to his feet, with blood trickling from his face but otherwise he doesn't appear any worse for wear. Needless to say, Corey is a bit shocked by Adrian's resiliency, but before much of anything can happen, Odin drops Adrian with a big boot. Without warning, Corey leaps over the top rope with a corkscrew plancha onto Gravedigger, but Digger catches Corey and rams him into the steel ring post before rolling him back into the ring. Gravedigger climbs into the ring and makes a beeline toward Odin.
The current World and Hardcore Champions get in each others faces and talk trash as the crowd gets to their feet. It's not long before both men are swinging for the fences and connecting with big, haymaker-style punches. Both men get battered by the punches, but neither man budges so much as an inch. These are some hardcore motherfuckers, to say the least. The crowd goes wild at the spectacle of Odin and Gravedigger pummeling the shit out of each other, but their fun is cut short when both Odin and Digger are rolled up from behind, Odin by Adrian and Digger by Black. The ref counts both men down, even though neither is being pinned by a legal man.
Slappy Johnson: ONE...
THR--NO!!! DOUBLE KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: What the hell!? We almost had a double pin fall!
With both men failing to get the pin, Black and Adrian both roll out to the floor and take turns pounding the crap out of each other, with both the steel guard rail and ring steps coming into play as weapons. In the ring Odin and Gravedigger continue their Rock 'Em, Sock 'Em Robots-style brawl to the delight of the fans. Both men have blood oozing from their faces due to the accumulation of strikes. Odin gradually gains the upper hand and backs Gravedigger into the corner. Odin connects with a knee that doubles over Gravedigger and then lifts Digger up and straddles him onto the top rope, in a seated position.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh... I got a feeling that Odin is setting up Gravedigger for a superplex version of that stalling suplex of his, unless the World Champion has added a Hurricanrana into his arsenal!
Shannan Lerch: Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, Zach. I wouldn't be surprised to see Odin go all Rey Mysterio on us if that's what it takes to get the win.
Odin climbs to the top rope and pulls Gravedigger up, indeed setting up for an elevated version of the stalling suplex. Odin lifts Gravedigger up slightly, but Gravedigger manages to block Odin from getting him up all of the way and regains his footing on the top rope. Gravedigger unloads with a couple of big punches, reminiscent of his brawl with Odin moments earlier, and before long Odin finds himself in a free-fall toward the mat. Odin lets out a roar before landing on the ring canvas with a thunderous clamor. Digger takes a moment to gather himself then, noticing his advantageous position, decides to go for the kill. Gravedigger jumps into the air, tucks his body like a frog, and unleashes Death From Above. Unfortunately for Gravedigger, Odin manages to roll out of the way at the last possible second and Digger collides with the mat with unspeakable force.
Zach Davis: Oh my! Gravedigger tried to put this match away for good, but Odin had enough left to get out of the way, and now both men are down on the mat! Neither looks eager to return to their feet either!
Shannan Lerch: They would if they could, but Odin and Gravedigger have both been through hell in this match.
Adrian and Corey are still pounding the bejesus out of each other on the outside of the ring, so neither of them can offer assistance to their partner at the moment. Gradually, Odin and Gravedigger manage to muster the energy and sheer willpower to return to their feet, with both men beating the referee's count.
Zach Davis: Odin and Gravedigger are up! What, if anything, does either man have left in the tank?
Outside the ring, Black snatches the steel chair that had been used earlier from ringside and wallops Adrian in the head with it, dropping him to the ground in absolute agony. Black measures Adrian and delivers another devastating chair shot to the head to keep him down and then climbs onto the ring apron. Gravedigger sees Black coming with the chair and cuts him off in his path, smashing the chair into his face with a big boot as he tries to enter the ring. Gravedigger snatches the chair away from Corey and turns around just in time to see Odin charging toward him. Digger ducks a Balfore big boot, and defends himself by swinging the chair and clobbering Odin in the head with it. The ref immediately calls for the bell...
...Disqualifying MS-13. Gravedigger shrugs his shoulders, not really caring about the DQ loss. What's more important to him is that Odin is still standing after the chair shot so Gravedigger winds back with the chair and drives it down onto Odin's skull with as much force as he can muster. The sound of chair meeting skull is akin to the sound of a freight train barreling off the tracks in all of its screeching metallic horror. Needless to say Odin is left with a severe head-ache and probably a concussion, as Gravedigger drops the chair and climbs out of the ring to check on Adrian. They both climb back into the ring, where Slappy Johnson is checking on both Balfore and Black.
Zach Davis: Don't tell me... they're not going to attack the referee now! Haven't they done enough damage?
Sure enough, Gravedigger spins Slappy around and then suplexes him onto Adrian's shoulders, who catches Slappy and lays him out with a massive powerbomb that folds Slappy's body like an accordion. Slappy lies utterly destroyed on the mat.
Zach Davis: Mara Bomb from MS-13, and good night, Slappy! That move would finish any superstar on the WCF roster, much less a referee!
Shannan Lerch: They might not have gotten the win, but MS-13 has made a statement tonight, laying out the World Champion Odin Balfore and top contender Corey Black with a chair, not to mention what they did to poor ol' Slappy Johnson.
Gravedigger and Adrian taunt the fans with MS-13 hand signs as boos rain down from the crowd. Digger soaks them in while cackling maniacally, while Adrian just smiles, proud of his and Digger's handiwork. The MS-13 members finally make their way to the back and we see Odin and CD getting to their feet in the ring, both men looking extremely pissed.
Security has rushed to the ring. They're holding Corey Black in one corner, like five guys, and a bunch of guys are holding Odin Balfore in the other corner. Seth Lerch has a microphone as Gravedigger and Adrian stand behind him.
Seth Lerch: Last week, I promised that tonight, we would finally sign the contract for the One main event. And now that time has come. The time to sign the contract for the biggest match on WCF's biggest show of the year.
The crowd cheers, anticipating what's to come.
Seth Lerch: Now, Creeping Death, you just calm down and hold on a few moments. You too, Odin. You're about to find out exactly who your opponent is going to be.
A big "TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE! TOR-TURE!" chant breaks out on one side of the arena, and a "COR-EE-BLACK! COR-EE-BLACK!" chant on the other. Seth looks around before continuing.
Seth Lerch: At this time, let me introduce to you...
Crawl by Kings of Leon hits, and the crowd erupts.
Seth Lerch: TTOORRTTUURREE!
Torture steps out from the back to RAVING RABID fans! Spotlight shines down, and flashbulbs are going off as Torture walks down the ramp and smiles to his adoring fans. He gets into the ring and gangsta-hugs Seth Lerch to which Seth has no idea what he's doing and just awkwardly tries to hug back. Torture turns around and goes face to face with Gravedigger.
Torture looks at the crowd and smirks and Tort just pats GD on the shoulder.. then Torture notices Corey Black and Odin Balfore being held back in the ring and just shoulder shrugs, all while taking a microphone from a ring official.
Torture: MAN, MAN, MAN WHOA WHOA WHOA WHOA!!! WE HAVE A GOOD OL' FIGHT GOIN' ON HERE DON'T WE SETH?!
Seth rolls his eyes.
Torture: I'm just glad I'm not throwing punches but let's get to it shall we, the whole reason we're here, the whole shebang!
Seth Lerch: Okay, Tort, let's sign some contr-
Torture: WHOA! I'm not talking about the One Main Event, Seth, I'm talking about the obviously huge elephant in the room.. the big elephant.. I'm talking about a certain match these fans want to see at One!
Seth Lerch: What? What?!
Torture: I'm talking about a match that can pull in buy rates, I'm talking about two young stars showing everything they got in front of these fans, for a shot at immortality, I'm talking about Fly and Kaylyn James Evans!
Seth Lerch: No, Torture, absolutely not!
Torture: COME ON SETH!!! THESE FANS WANT TO SEE EVANS, NOT ONCE, BUT TWICE! THEY WANT TO SEE CARNAGE AND THEY WANT A GOOD PAY PER VIEW! GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT!!
Crowd begins cheering and chanting "WE WANT KAYLYN " CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAP "WE WANT KAYLYN " CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP. Torture smiles as Seth looks pissed off.
Torture: Come on, Seth, make it happen! These two stars will make you money, millions of it, just give them the chan-
Seth Lerch: NO! NO NO NO!
The crowd boos and Torture looks down in disappointment.
Torture: Fine, Seth, I didn't want to do this.. but here it goes. Make that match happen, or I walk out of Wrestling Championship Federation.. forever.
The crowd boo's and gasps.
Seth Lerch: No... Tort.. no, don't do that..
Torture: I guess this is it then.. goodby-
Seth Lerch: Fine...
Seth Lerch: FINE! The match is officialthen *mumble*
Torture: I didn't hear that, what?
Seth Lerch: THE MATCH IS OFFICIAL! KAYLYN TAKES ON FLY FOR THE VACANT TELEVISION TITLE AT ONE NOW SHUT UP!!!
Torture smiles and celebrates by running to the nearest corner and raising his arms up in the air. The crowd begins cheering!
Shannan Lerch: Did Torture seriously just pressure Seth into making a One match?
Zach Davis: A lot of guys in the back want to complain about Torture, but he just proved, once again, he's all about pushing WCF forward.
Shannan Lerch: Ugh, whatever.
Seth Lerch: Now quit celebrating and let's get to it!
Torture: Yes, yes, yes, the contract signing, the big bad contract signing, where we put in finalized words what is going to happen at One..
Corey Black and Odin Balfore try to attack each other again but are being held back, Torture turns his attention back to Seth. Somewhere in the arena, quite a few "WE WANT JAY PRICE!" chants break out, but everyone in the ring ignores them.
Seth Lerch: Hold on, Torture. We have to do this right. Kyle, get over here.
Kyle Steel walks over, and Seth promptly pushes him.
Seth Lerch: KYLE!
Kyle Steel: ... ?
Seth Lerch: GET A TABLE!
Kyle sighs and the crowd groans at the ten year old joke. Kyle does indeed go get a table, though. Odin and CD's testosterone is finally dying down and they're calming down a bit.
Seth Lerch: Now, first of all, Odin? Creeping Death? Contrary to popular wrestling mythology, two men that are under contract do not need to sign some other contract for a match to be booked. The one man who DOES need to sign a contract for a match, however...
Seth glances at Torture.
Seth Lerch: IS THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE FOR THE BOUT, TORTURE!
The crowd pops, and CD's eyes grow a little more intent as he realizes maybe he isn't being screwed out of his Title match after all. Odin looks on with interest as well as Seth hands Torture a pen. Torture grins and signs the document.
Torture: I know you people may've thought I was coming in to steal the spotlight and contendership, but that isn't me anymore! I'm here to give you fans what you want, and make sure you get the match you want... COREY BLACK WILL FIGHT ODIN BALFORE FOR THE WCF WORLD TITLE!
Pop from the crowd.
Torture: No matter what Corey thinks about me, he picked up Mark Markman's pieces and carried WCF on his back for months! And in that time Odin proved he was a monster, but now Corey Black gets his one shot.. he gets to do something in the over ten year history of WCF that he has never done.... he gets to make his One moment! He's in the main event, he's in the spotlight! He's Frankenstein and Balfore is his monster, can he destroy what he has created?!
Black nods, not worrying about Torture any longer, but with all his attention focused on Odin Balfore and the WCF World Title. Odin seems pleased with this news as well, ready to finally get Black in a one on one matchup.
Torture: ...But I AM going to do what is best for WCF. And Corey, if you CAN'T destroy the monster known as Odin Balfore...
Torture turns his attention towards Odin.
Torture: THEN I SURE AS HELL WILL!
Odin has had enough. He breaks past security, going to Clothesline Torture, but Torture quickly ducks it and rolls out of the ring. Corey breaks free from security as well, tackling Odin down and hitting him with punch after punch after punch!
Zach Davis: ALL HELL HAS BROKEN LOOSE ONCE AGAIN!
Seth and MS-13 clear the ring as well, backpeddling up the ramp. Torture leaves via the crowd as Balfore and Black try to brawl as security once again tries to break it up.
Shannan Lerch: One week from now, the Of The Year show, and one week from that, two from today... ONE!
Zach Davis: BLACK AND BALFORE FINALLY GO ONE ON ONE! CAIRO AND LOGAN RETURN TO THE RING!
Shannan Lerch: CAN KAYLYN JAMES EVANS MAKE HER MARK ON THIS SHOW!? CAN RYAN BLAKE TAKE DOWN GRAVEDIGGER?!
Zach Davis: WILL SWITCHES AND JAM WILLY JESUS MURDER EACH OTHER!? AND JOHNNY REB AND DOC HENRY FIGHT ONCE MORE, THIS TIME FOR THE CONFEDERATE TITLE!
Shannan Lerch: WE'LL SEE YOU THEN!
Slam fades to black as security gets Black and Balfore away from each other... before they dive and attack each other once more.