Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai plays as Slam comes on the air! We go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! We're a few days removed from XIII, and what a show that was.
Shannan Lerch: Once again, Corey Black proved just how much the home field advantage matters as his team won the match. Of course.
Zach Davis: That's right, but I'm not so sure it solved much of anything. Only heated things up, I would say. Gravedigger and Odin Balfore surely aren't too happy about the results of that match, nor Gannon and Fly.... those two men are actually opponents tonight!
Shannan Lerch: Well, Fly pretty much went into business for himself, I don't think he cared who won the match one way or another. He just started beating up Gage Gannon. So this match should definitely be interesting tonight.
Zach Davis: And Odin Balfore... he was Superkicked off the cage, hitting the hard metal of the entrance ramp.. will he even be able to compete tonight? He was loaded onto a stretcher, I haven't heard anything about his condition yet..
Shannan Lerch: But we're moving onto bigger and better things. Corey must now focus on his next challenge, Nathan von Liebert. In another team match, Black is teaming with Mr. FPV and Oblivion, up against Night Rider, Jeff Purse, and von Liebert.
Zach Davis: Very interesting match. Purse and 'Rider are the new Tag Team Champions, a bit of an unlikely team. von Liebert is an enemy of both of them. This is quite a big match for three men who have been in this company for such a short time.. will they be able to work together and step up?
Shannan Lerch: We've got a handicapped match tonight, Kaylyn James Evans and Roy Speede are teaming up to take on Chester. Chester requested this handicapped match, trying to prove himself to MS-13. I don't see how beating up a woman is going to do that, but..
Zach Davis: We'll see who will face Purse and Night Rider at the PPV, as the New Confederacy is once again forced to unite, facing newcoming team The GLS.
Shannan Lerch: And in our intro, we have a four way. Amanda Mosby, Tek, Yukon Jack, and Switches the Clown. Or Greenfever? I don't even know...
The lights in the venue suddenly cut to black as the familiar opening to "For Whom the Bell Tolls" plays.
Zach Davis: It seems the champ is making an early entrance.
Shannan Lerch: Does he have something to say about XIII?
The crowd is jacked up and gets louder after every toll. After six tolls, there is silence. A solitary light hits the stage, and out steps Nathan von Liebert.
Shannan Lerch: Wait, why is he coming out to that music?
Once the fans saw who stepped out to their booming cheers, they immeiately switched to boos for "The Devil's Right Hand." But Nathan only smirks as he walks down the entrance ramp towards the ring. Sliding into the ring, Nathan calls for a mic as the fans continue to rain down with boos. But Liebert gets his mic, and the fans do not get what they want: A quiet NvL.
Nathan von Liebert: Did I just ruin your night? Did I build your hopes up, playing the music that signals that Corey Black will be making his entrance, and then shatter all of it with one step out onto that entrance? Do you honestly think I care about your feelings if I did achieve any of those things? And I do mean achieve. I didn't come out here to win you people over. I'm not out here to tell people that I have turned over a new leaf. I am out here to show you I will always be Nathan von Liebert, no matter what anybody says.
Nathan turns to the entrance ramp, and points at it with one red finger.
Nathan von Liebert: I didn't change when Yukon Jack called me mouthy. Instead I did what I have done every week since arriving here; I won. I didn't change when Jeff Purse made an off-handed comment about how he had a chance to win gold before I. I didn't bring to light that Jeff had fought for gold twice before he won in his first attempt, and I have never contested for gold. I could've easily broke his statement into a thousand pieces, but instead I stayed static and did what I do every week; I won. I won the One Invitational, and I earned a title shot because of it. And I promise all of you out there watching this that I will not change. I will do what I do every week. I will win.
Nathan pauses, slowly dropping his right arm back to his side.
Nathan von Liebert: You see, Corey, I am not the one that is changing. You are not the one changing. Not one individual is changing. Instead the entire company is being turned upside down. Jonny Fly is Television champion. Rider and Purse are Tag champs. I'm competing for your World Title. And we did it without name value. We are no Torture. I don't bear the name Logan anywhere in my name. I didn't know how to spell Cairo until I arrived here. But yet here I will stand in a few weeks fighting you for the biggest belt of them all. History states that you have trouble substaining prosperous title reigns. And as you implied last week with your video highlghting all five title wins for you, history repeats itself. And it will repeat itself at Payback when I win and you lose.
Nathan von Liebert: I'm not going to insult you by calling you old. I won't point out the obvious fact that you needed interference to even win against Odin Balfore. The words untalented, boring, and nearly extinct will not come out of my mouth, even if some of it is true. You will be my toughest fight in WCF, no doubt. But I am fighting for much more than you. I have never worn gold around my waist, and my thirst for it is almost too much to bear. I need to win that gold. I want to win that gold. And nothing will stop me from winning that gold. Because my desire to win is sturdier than your desire to put on a decent match. Isn't that what you WCF boys do? Put on good matches when you're around for a while and great matches when you're returning after a hiatus? If I'm right, and I think I am, I see a great match in your future Corey. Two, maybe three months down the road you will return to WCF and put on a stellar performance against some no-body. And I do mean return. You will be returning because you're ashamed. Ashamed to be losing to the same person that you, two weeks ago called mouthy on Twitter, beat you in that ring.
Nathan shakes his head once, looking at the fans.
Nathan von Liebert: My win over Yukon Jack might've not taken that word out of people's mouth. I might always be "Mouthy" Nathan von Liebert. I doubt even diverting attention to the talentless Alaskan was enough to make people forget that you called me Mouthy. But I have gotten past that, as I do know this. After Payback, it won't matter if people still associate mouthy with my name. Because all I have to do is go on those chat rooms and debate forums, and enjoy the number one topic in all of WCF. "Championless" Corey Black.
AAAAND the lights are off. Crowd kinda confused.. spotlight on the stage. Heyo, Corey Black is there, looking down at NvL in the ring!
Corey Black: Haha, oh you. Nice use of my bells, never seen that one before. You know, if I gave enough of a shit, I'd walk down there and kick you directly in the face, but I don't. In fact, I can wait until later, no problem. The thing with you, is that you're all mouth and no action. You have six total wins here. Six. Three of them at One, earning you a Title Shot. Those three, those were the only ones to matter. This tag match later one? That means dick. All you need to worry about is Payback, Nate. No, I've never been the best at defending titles, but I used to only care about winning them, too. Not anymore. I used to win the belt and think to myself 'well shit, nothing to do now.' I'd lose focus and poof, title is gone. Now, though? Now the belt is only a prop. It's the proof to everyone else that I am the best. The only reason I carry it around is so people have no choice but to say I am the man in WCF. I know, though, that even without this title, I am the man.
Crowd pops, they know.
Corey Black: So talk all you want. Go on the internet and try and use me to make a name for yourself. You'll see later on that it's not that simple. The bells may have tolled for your entrance, Nate, but later on, they're tolling for you and your dignity.
Corey's music plays as he smirks at von Liebert, who stares intently at the World Champion.
Zach Davis: These two will face one another in the ring later tonight, Shannan! With four other men involved, but still!
Shannan Lerch: Commercial break time.
Shannan Lerch: Yukon Jack, did have a pretty good debut match against a very tough NvL. Switches the Clown is the one I am shaky about. He is a known creeper. Nothing more to say then that. The dude is seriously creepy. Now, Amanda Mosby is one sexy lady, but she is known to be a bitch.
Zach Davis: That is what I like about her. You have to be a bitch if you are going up against three guys.
The opening drums of Discipline by Nine Inch Nails start up as the lights go down and the blue and neon green strobes illuminate the fog that begins pouring in.
Shannan Lerch: Ladies first here in the four way match.
A quick flash of white strobe momentarily blinds all vision for a brief moment and once it clears Amanda is standing in front of the curtain, arms raised wide with middle fingers extended and head tilted back as if in defiance to the world in general.
Zach Davis: Well I wouldn't call that lady like.
Kyle Steel stands in the middle of the ring as Amanda Mosby, confidently stalks down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Tonight's four way match is secluded for one fall. First coming into the ring, From Brooklyn, New York. AAAAAAAAmanda Moooosby
Amanda steps into the ring, randomly pointing at nearby members of the crowd and making various decidedly unladylike gestures. Her music fades away. Snow starts to poor from the ceiling onto the stage. Mountain Song by Jane's Addiction starts, Yukon Jack comes out from the curtain and walks down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Yukon Jack is 6'7. He towers over Amanda like a angry giant.
Shannan Lerch:It's not the size of the dog in the fight, but the size of the fight
Zach Davis: You calling Amanda a dog?
Shannan Lerch: Don't be a jerk Zach.
Snow seams to fallow Jack down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from, Ketchikan, Alaska.
Zach Davis: Oh, that's how you pronounce it!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 320 pounds. YUUUUUUkon Jaaaack.
Jack steps into the ring by raising his foot over the top rope. Yukon Jack takes off his hat and tosses it into the crowd. His music dies down as he walks to a corner waiting for the other wrestlers. The lights go out in the Arena. Hollywood Undead, Tear It Up plays over the arena.
Shannan Lerch: He is the Legend Thriller.
Zach Davis: You mean, the self proclaimed Legend Thriller. Tek hasn't been in that many matches here in WCF.
The camera goes to the stage there is a figure standing there. A spot light shines on the figure that stands on the stage. Tek, comes walking down the ramp, wearing long black basketball shorts and a black pair of DC shoes.
Shannan Lerch: There is Tek, in his trademark black and white LA Dodger hat. I was told the dodgers use to give him a lump sum of money when ever he wore it to the ring.
Zach Davis: Now, I bet he has to pay them to ware it.
Kyle Steel: Our next opponent comes from Stockton, California. Weighting in at 165lbs. He is Teeeeek.
Tek's music disappears as he leaps to the second rope and poses for the fans. Suddenly, hundreds of balloons begin to drift down into the ring as “Grease Paint and Monkey Brains” by White Zombie squawks through the speaker-system.
Shannan Lerch:This guy creeps me out.
Zach Davis: Well, you have something in common with Yukon Jack then.
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. Before the ring announcer can say anything about Switches, Yukon Jack runs at him with full speed and shoulder tackles Switches, causing him to go flying off the top turnbuckle and landing hard onto the mat outside the ring. Kyle Steel runs out of the ring and the referee calls for the bell.
Shannan Lerch: What a way to start a match.
Zach Davis: Switches falls outside the ring like a bag of bricks.
Jack steps through the ropes onto the out side and stands over the clown. Amanda runs at the distracted Tek and leaps in the air hitting Tek with a flying forearm smash. Tek bounces off the ropes and Amanda grabs Teks head under her arm and drops him to the mat with a float-over ddt.
Shannan Lerch: Amanda is showing great speed and skill out there.
Amanda hits Tek, with a standing moonsault and goes for a pin.
Zach Davis: A quick pin from Amanda Mosby.
The referee counts. One, two, just in the nick of time, Jack picks up the 190 pound Switches like a rag doll. He tosses him over the top rope on top of Amanda stopping the count.
Shannan Lerch: Wow! What a test of strength shown by Yukon Jack.
Jack slides back into the ring and grabs Switches by the hair. Jack Irish whips him into a corner and starts to charge at the clown.
Zach Davis: Yukon Jack is focusing everything on Switches.
Shannan Lerch: Yukon Jack hits Switches with all his weight.
Zach Davis: That was a body splash heard all around this arena.
Switches falls to ring mat like a lump of coal. Yukon Jack goes to attack Switches again, but instead it hit in the back of the head with a Flying heel Kick by Tek. Jack drops to one knee and Tek bounces of the ropes and splits Yukon Jacks lip open, driving both feet into Jacks face. Tek then runs and climbs to the top rope.
Shannan Lerch: Tek is known to be a high flyer.
Tek goes to jump and sores through the air spinning and landing a beautiful 450 splash on to Yukon. He goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: This could be it. The referee counts 1,2,
Just before the referee counts three, Switches stops the pin with a double axe handle to the back of Tek.
Shannan Lerch: Switches is putting the boots to Tek over and over again.
Out of no ware Amanda side swipes Switches with a running lariat. She runs to the corner and gets on the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: This time Amanda is taking the high risk.
Amanda does a springboard cross body and lands on top of Yukon Jack.
Shannan Lerch: And she goes for the pin. This time on Yukon Jack.
The referee starts to count. 1,2... Then Switches ends the count by kicking Amanda in the ribs. He stomps on all three wrestlers.
Zach Davis: It looks like Switches is enjoying this.
Switches dances around the ring stomping over and over on all three wrestlers.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like the crazy clown is going to the top rope.
Indeed, Switches is on the top rope waving to the people in the arena. He leaps in the air maneuvering a beautiful MoooooonSault. Landing all of his body on top Yukon Jack. The referee counts 1,2, but Switches breaks the pin.
Zach Davis: What is he doing? He could clearly win the match right now.
Switches rolls Yukon Jack onto his belly and sits on his back. Switches jams his fingers into Jacks mouth, viciously yanking backwards, trying to rip the skin from his face.
Shannan Lerch: Switches is preforming the smileyo'matic.
Zach Davis: Is Yukon Jack going to tap out.
The arena watches as the referee is down looking into Yukon Jacks aching eyes. Yukon try's to hold on as long as he can, but starts to slap the mat with his hand. The referee calls for the bell ending the match and forcing Switches off of Yukon Jack.
Zach Davis: There you have it! There you have it, Switches the Clown, makes Yukon Jack tap out.
Shannan Lerch: That was a good opening match to an amazing Slam. Stay tuned. You have seen nothing yet.
"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system as Johnny Reb and Doc Henry step out onto the stage. Images of past matches play on the Jumbotron, while both men make their way down the ramp, working the crowd at ringside. Well, Doc does. Reb is fairly miserable. 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 before going to their corner to await the bell.
Welcome to the Family by Avenged Sevenfold hits and The GLS enters. Teck Draven, Leviathan, and Deaven Benett all head to the ring.
Zach Davis: Which of these three men will be wrestling tonight? They're new to the company, I'm not sure how they got the Freebird rules for all their tag matches..
Apparently it will be Teck Draven and Leviathan tonight. Teck starts the match and Leviathan stands on the apron. Without a word to Doc, Reb starts the match for his team.
Shannan Lerch: Say what you want, but Reb is a competitor. You can't say that he's not giving these New Confederacy matches his all.
Zach Davis: Well, most of the time.
Reb runs at Teck and goes for a Dropkick, but Teck bats him down like a fly. Reb quickly stands up and goes for another Dropkick, this time to the knee, but again Teck sidesteps him. Reb gets up again and before he can go for another offensive move, Teck Boots him right in the face!
Shannan Lerch: Ouch.
Zach Davis: Reb and Henry both better have some kind of gameplan, these men are monsters...
Reb gets back to his feet but Teck is on the move, he grabs Reb, picks him up and Snake Eyes' him! Reb goes down and Teck pins him, using all of his weight.
No, Reb kicks out.
Shannan Lerch: Reb is a multiple time World Champion and a War winner, he's pinned Odin Balfore, he knows a thing or two about overcoming giants, Zach. But this isn't look good so far.
Teck tags in Leviathan. Leviathan picks Reb up and throws him to the ropes before executing a Pick Up Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Shannan Lerch: Reb is just being taken apart out there... he needs to tag in Doc Henry.
Reb begins crawling towards his corner, but Leviathan grabs him and drags him back to the middle of the ring. Leviathan picks Reb up and throws him to the ropes again, this time picking him up for a Press Slam, and then into a Powerslam!
Zach Davis: What a move!
Into the pin..
No! Reb kicks out again!
Shannan Lerch: I really thought that might've been it.
Leviathan takes several steps back and waits for Reb to stand on his own.
Zach Davis: He's going to Unleash the Beast!
Once Reb is up, Leviathan runs with full force!, but Reb sidesteps him! Leviathan crashes into the Confederacy's corner turnbuckle! Reb summons enough strength to dive and tag in Henry.
Shannan Lerch: Here we go!
Leviathan has stumbled backwards, and as he turns around he's met with the Confederate Rocket from Doc Henry! Henry quickly pins the huge man, hooking his leg.
No!, Teck is in the ring and kicks Henry off.
Zach Davis: That could've been the Confederacy's lucky break..
The two men pick Henry up now and both grab his throat, and hit a Double Chokeslam!
Shannan Lerch: Come on ref!
Teck pins Henry, even though he isn't the legal man. The ref, being inept or maybe just not caring, counts the pin.
No, Henry thrusts his shoulder up at the last second.
Zach Davis: Reb has a long list of accomplishments, but Henry is no slouch either, he's one of the best wrestlers WCF has.
Leviathan has left the ring, leaving Teck. Teck picks Henry up and lifts him up into the Fireman's Carry position before bringing him back down with a Gutbuster.
Shannan Lerch: Ouch. These men are dismantling the New Confederacy.
Zach Davis: Remember, the winners of this match face Jeff Purse and Night Rider for the Tag Team Titles. This could really catapult the GLS into stardom here in WCF.
Teck picks Henry up again and puts him in the Tombstone position.
Shannan Lerch: He calls this the Facelift!
And he hits it! He pins Henry, Undertaker style.
No! Reb Springboards over the top rope and kicks Teck in the head, breaking the pin up. Leviathan enters the ring but Reb ducks a Clothesline, sending Leviathan flying to the outside. Teck is up and attacks Reb but Reb ducks another Clothesline from him, sending him right into Doc Henry, who grabs him and hits the Gambler's Hand!
Zach Davis: This is the chance the Confederacy has been waiting for!
Reb is up top, he flies off with the Southern Discomfort!
Shannan Lerch: This is it!
Quickly, Henry pins Teck, hooking his leg. Again, the ref, not caring about tag team rules against double teaming apparently, makes the count.
Zach Davis: The New Confederacy wins it!
Renegade hits as the crowd begins to cheer. The ref raises the arms of Reb and Henry. Both men are excited about the hard fought victory for a second, until Reb looks over at Henry and remembers the circumstances that he finds himself in. Reb's face sours a bit as he drops down and leaves the ring, heading to the back.
Shannan Lerch: Welp, the new Tag Team Champions will now be slated to face what is arguably the greatest tag team in WCF history, the New Confederacy, at Payback.
Zach Davis: Gotta wonder how Johnny Reb feels about this...
The lights flicker throughout the arena, the beginning beat of Fabolous' “Lights Out” takes control of speakers, soon pouring out into full song.
Zach Davis: Oh, Jesus. Not this guy. Wait…
Logan cockily struts from behind the curtains to the reaction of a slightly confused audience. They’re confused, well, because Logan doesn’t appear anything like himself. He’s cut his hair much shorter. And more importantly, his style of dress just seems.. off.
Shannan Lerch: What is he wearing? Oh no.
He sports a black leather vest with yellowing lettering that reads “AVERY” and “TRUTH” stitched on opposite sides. A fat sparkly sliver belt buckle holds up his sagged blue jeans.
Zach Davis: I can’t believe what I’m seeing right now.
Shannan Lerch: Neither do I, or the crowd, or anyone.
Logan’s ridiculous walk stops near the front of the ramp. The entire arena simply buzzes, they have no idea what to think, something off-putting has been witnessed here, something damn weird, something wrong. He doesn’t seem to mind though. Just the opposite really, he looks like the most comfortable man in the arena, a man relaxed in his own… skin. He shrugs them off with a dismissing shake of his head, completely disgusted with the people occupying the dome that are sucking up his air. He goes on down the ramp, taking his time.
Zach Davis: …
Logan hits the ring and rolls in underneath the bottom rope. He reveals a microphone from the back waistband of his pants, and looks toward the entrance signaling the overpaid white folks to cut his music, and it does.
He hesitates into the microphone, looking around at the murmuring crowd. A small “LOGAN” chant breaks loose.
The chant grows more and more.
And soon the entire arena is engulfed with the name. He grits his teeth this time before speaking into the microphone.
Logan: What about.. Logan? What about that CRACKA BITCH!
The chant slowly begins dying.
Logan: Did you numbnuts watch One? Didn’t you all see what happened to your beloved five time white man? He got in a fight with another white man. He got hurt. He’s finished. So why are you chanting his name? This confuses me. You hadn’t seen Logan in MONTHS, MONTHS! He shows up for One, has a match, and then left the WCF just as quick as he came. And yet, look at you all chanting his name. HIS name. Logan isn’t here. He’s gone. So, stop chanting that stupid name…
The audience does not quite know how to react.
Shannan Lerch: This is scaring me, Zach.
Zach Davis: I know. Logan needs some serious help right now.
Logan: And that’s not the only thing that bothered me about One. You see, last year I promised that 2011 would be the year of Chris Avery. And at the time I honestly believed in that. But what you all fail to realize is that being a black man makes words like that a little harder to keep, and it has everything to do with just that – being black. I can’t get title shots like all those other dry chapped white people like Creeping Death and Odin Balfore. They just don’t GIVE them to me. So, yeah, I let myself down last year. I let down my damn race man. One was supposed to be me in the main event, the first ever black man competing on the biggest stage of them all and winning the biggest prize of them all. But that didn’t happen. I can play the race card, I can and I will, because it’s the real truth. But at the same time I will admit that maybe I could’ve put in a little bit more effort. And this time there will be no exceptions. I don’t care that Seth Lerch is back and I don’t care if that honkey bitch tries and hold me down again. Because this time.. THIS TIME..
He turns vicious eyes into the camera lens and shouts.
Chris Avery: IS THE YEAR OF CHRIS AVERY!
A bit of spit drools over the lens.
Chris Avery: That’s the truth. I will be world champion, and soon, damn soon. AND the first ever black world champion! But I’m also realistic. It’s going to take a little time, and even a little more than usual since I ain’t white. But that’s the truth. The white man ain’t going to hold me down no more, no more! Tired of that shit!
And with a fit of anger, Logan.. Chris Avery throws the microphone down into the ring as hard as he possibly can, and then spits on it. The crowd is still a little, well, bent. There isn’t boo or cheers, just awkward silence as they watch him stomp around the ring with his arms rose in some sort of victorious form. Perhaps he had beaten Logan. Not just beat him, maybe ended him.
Zach Davis: Bizarre. We’ll be right back..
Shannan Lerch: Oh, Loogie..
"What you get is what you see
the sideaffects are sexual
I'm your favorite drug
The lyrics to Porcelian 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. Roy Speede steps out with her.
Zach Davis: Wow, they're entering together. Interesting.
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. 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 stripped 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 managers face. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.
Shannan Lerch: Oh. And Roy Speede was there the whole time, too.
"Dust" by Cypress Hill plays on the speakers. After a few seconds, Chester walks out from the back and stands on the top while fireworks go off on the sides of the entryway.
Chester starts walking down the ramp and then up the ring steps. He steps through the top and middle rope and walks around the ring for a few seconds. Chester finally takes off his hoodie and tosses it into one of the corners of the ring and leans back against the ropes testing their strength, then prepares for his match to begin.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Kaylyn starts the match. As does Chester, obviously. The bell sounds. Kaylyn runs at Chester, Chester ducks a move, Kaylyn crashes into a ref instead.
Shannan Lerch: Uh oh.
D-Day slides into the ring and starts to go after Chester with a chair when Gravedigger and Adrian come running out from the back and down the ramp. Adrian slides into the ring first and receives a stiff chair shot from D-Day. Before D-Day can do anything else with the chair, Gravedigger is in the ring and tackles him to the mat, the two men brawling in the middle of the ring. Adrian goes to jump on him but Roy Speede gets in the way and a couple of seconds later, KJE and Chester are fighting each other as well.
Zach Davis: MS-13 comes down for the save for Gravedigger's brother Chester.
D-Day, Speede and KJE start to get the upper hand and Gravedigger slides out of the ring, followed by Adrian and Chester who also bail. Gravedigger puts an arm around Chester and points towards D-Day talking trash as the three men start walking up the ramp while D-Day's music plays on the speakers.
Zach Davis: Looks like Chester may have proven himself enough to Gravedigger.
Shannan Lerch: Either that or he just didn't want to watch his brother get his head caved in by D-Day.
D-Day leans forward over the ropes, begging MS-13 and Chester to get back in the ring.
The jumbotron comes to life revealing a live feed backstage. The shot is settled on a lockeroom door that reads, “LOGAN”, it’s been crossed out however and underneath in handwritten print reads, “LOGAN? SCREW THAT HONK-MEAT. THIS IS AVERY’S ROOM.” Seth Lerch stops into the shot, standing at the door and reading the text with discomfort. He knocks. A ‘yo’ is heard from behind the door.
Seth Lerch: Hey, uh, Logan?
The door opens and reformed Logan stands in the door way still suited in the clothes he showed up earlier on Slam with.
Chris Avery: Sup masa. Logan ain’t here. You read?
Seth Lerch blinks.. and he blinks again, and once more for the desired effect.
Chris Avery: Sup?
Seth Lerch: Well –
Chris Avery: Need a nigga to mow the lawn or something? What, don’t tell me, you got a cotton field out back now and I’m the perfect guy for the job.
Seth Lerch: Jesus Christ.
Chris Avery: Well.. what?
Logan shrugs his shoulders, looking impatient with Lerch.
Seth Lerch: Logan, if you need help or something, do not be afraid to ask me, man. This just isn’t healthy –
Chris Avery: What’d you call me?
Seth Lerch: Huh?
Chris Avery: Are you honestly trying to say that you can’t tell the difference from a black man and a white man?!
Seth Lerch: Eh.. you’re not black.
Chris Avery: WHAT?
Seth Lerch: Stop this nonsense.
Chris Avery: Nonsense? I’ll tell you some nonsense AND some truth. YOU.
Seth Lerch: You what?
Chris Avery: That was the truth and the nonsense.. wait, what? You trying to confuse me ain’t cha? You think just cuz I’m black then I must be ignorant too. You know what you get your honkey ass out of my sight for I slap those pencil thin lips off yo dumbass face.
Seth Lerch: Alright, fine. ALRIGHT, LOGAN. Slap me then, you crazy bitch, if that’s what it tak-
Logan slaps Lerch.
Chris Avery: And another thing, fool. You quit calling me Loga-
Lerch slaps Logan.
Chris Avery: Pfft.
Lerch slaps Logan again.
Chris Avery: Why don’t you put some hotsauce on that, bit-
Lerch slaps Logan with great force. A little gash under his lip that he got from his match with Bobby Cairo at One opens back up and dribbles.
Seth Lerch: Snap out of it!
Chris Avery: Muthafuck.
He reels back and punches Seth in the mouth, and before Seth has much time to react he follows up, grabbing Seth, and viciously nailing him into the hallway floor with a True-Spin. Seth painfully rolls onto his side, clutching his head. Logan flexes his chest a little, looking down over Seth Lerch with a gleam of hatred in his eyes. The tron fades.
The Fresh Prince theme blares over the P.A. speaker as Gage Gannon comes sauntering out on stage with his shades on taking a look at the crowd. Gage looks around and takes his shades off as he ignores the boos of the crowd and walks down the ramp smirking his cocky smile. Gage slides into the ring and goes to the opposite turnbuckle and raises his hands out to the side.
Zach Davis: Here is the challenger, Gage Gannon, in only his third match here in WCF...
"The Champ" by Ghostface Killa hits.
Shannan Lerch: And here is the Champ, one of the hottest commodities in WCF today, Jonny Fly!
Jonny Fly enters the arena, stands on the stage, and raises his Title high in the air to a chorus of booing. He begins his walk to the ring.
Zach Davis: Fly won that belt at One, but quite frankly, the TV Title hasn't looked better on any other superstar in quite a while. Well, since Kaylyn James Evans in fact.
Fly slides into the ring but before he can continue any more entrance related activities Gage attacks him, pummeling him with forearms to the back. Fly drops his belt as Gage throws him to the ropes, and as the bell sounds, Gage follows up with Spinebuster into pin.
No, Fly kicks out. Fly rolls away and gets to his feet, blocks a shot by Gannon, hits a few punches of his own, ducks a Clothesline and in the process lifts Gannon up and hits a Death Valley Driver! Fly pins Gannon!
Gannon kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: WOW! What an opening!
Zach Davis: Really! A lot of heat here between these two men after what Fly did to Team BMF at XIII...
Shannan Lerch: Given the nature of the Television Title, we don't always get to see a lot of personal feuds develop, but this is a very personal match indeed.
Zach Davis: The last guy to get in a personal feud with Jonny Fly got knocked the #^$& out and is currently mentally retarded in a coma somewhere, so that may be for the best.
Fly follows up by climbing to the top. He looks behind him for a second before diving with a Moonsault, but Gage rolls away. Fly lands on his feet however, realizing this was a major possibility. Gage turns around and Fly gets him with a European Uppercut. Gage falls backwards into the turnbuckle. Fly climbs up and starts punching him.
Possibly being energized by the crowd, Gannon grabs Fly and steps forward, executing an Atomic Drop. Fly holds his nether regions as Gannon bounces off the ropes, runs at him and hits a Lou Thesz Press before raining punches down on the Television Champion!
Shannan Lerch: Typically, Gage Gannon is not a fan favorite. But compared to Jonny Fly, the crowd is on his side.
Gannon gets up and Fly stumbles up as well, Gage grabs him and goes for a Diamond Cutter!; or RKO; or Kanyon Cutter;
But no, Fly pushes him away. Gannon hits the ropes, stumbles backwards, Fly grapples him from behind and goes for a German Suplex but Gannon blocks it with his leg. Gannon elbows Fly and breaks free. Fly goes for a Clothesline, Gage ducks it, Gage kicks him and hits a Floatover DDT.
Zach Davis: Fly's head spiked to the mat!
Gage pins Fly, hooking the leg.
Fly kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: CLOSE!
Gage stands up and starts kicking at Fly repeatedly, mercilessly.
Zach Davis: If only Jonny Fly had the Master Sword...
Shannan Lerch: What?
Zach Davis: Nevermind.
Gage picks Fly up and follows up with a simple Vertical Suplex. Fly knows he's in trouble and rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.
Shannan Lerch: Coward.
After several moments, and several fans yelling swears at him, Fly gets back onto the apron. But Gage was ready. He runs at Fly and knees him in the stomach while he's still on the apron. He then grabs Fly's head in a DDT position.
Zach Davis: He's going for the...
DDT through the ropes!
Shannan Lerch: And here it comes. Zach:
Zach Davis: OOF!
Gage Gannon pins Jonny Fly.
Shannan Lerch: NEW TV CHAMPION!
NO!! Fly kicks out at the last second!
Zach Davis: What!?
The crowd can barely believe it. Gage backs up and signals that he is once again going for the GKO. Or Gage Cutter, as it could also be called.
Shannan Lerch: Here it comes!
But Fly has it well scouted!, he ducks out of the way of the GKO. He then hits Gannon with a Twist of Fate!
Taz: TWIST OF HATE, TENAY!~
Fly pins Gannon.
No! Gannon kicks out!
Zach Davis: Almost!
Jonny Fly begins climbing to the top rope.
Shannan Lerch: Jonny has a variety of moves he can choose to use from up there...
Gannon stumbles to his feet and Fly flies off with the Fly Swatter!
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS!
Fly pins Gage once more, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: Jonny Fly retains the Television Title!
Fly stands up, victorious. The ref hands him the Television Title. Fly, wisely, rolls out of the ring before Gannon can regain enough consciousness to attack him.
Zach Davis: Very competitive matchup, but once again Jonny Fly comes out on top.
Fly heads to the back as Gage Gannon stumbles to his feet.
The jumbotron sparkles inside the arena. The cameras feed backstage and the audience watches Seth Lerch behind a desk, nursing his forehead with a bag of ice. He’s shaking his head over a pile of papers, seemingly frustrated with whatever it is. Then, suddenly, without much warning at all, Logan opens the office door and casually follows in taking a seat in front of his desk.
Logan: Hey boudle, what’s shaking?
He idly fumbles a sheet of paper from Seth’s desk, arranging it in his hands and folding it into an airplane.
Seth Lerch: … Logan?
Logan: You know, I have been thinking –
He stares at Logan with upright confusion, moreso because he notices that Logan has changed his clothes and is now wearing familiar appeal, like a “SHUT UP” t-shirt.
Logan: - a lot of thinking. It’s been years, quite a few years since I’ve actually had a match here in WCF.
Lerch suspiciously raised his eyebrow wondering if Logan had any memories of the match at One that happened just a month before. He was also suspicious because of Logan’s calm state of mind, and the fact that he is no longer acting like Chris Avery when just minutes ago Logan himself was dead set convinced that he WAS Chris Avery.
Logan: I hate to flatter myself, but I’m a still a draw, of course. You know that as well as I do, you know that whenever the ticket master of Connector City shows up, that trashcans and babygurls alike quiver with excitement – babygurls especially.
Seth Lerch: Are you.. okay?
He throws the paper airplane across the room and watches it take flight. Seth, however, ignores the amazing feats of the airplane, never taking his eyes off the broke Face of Treachery.
He looks almost disgusted.
Logan: Fine, babygurl, just fine. Why are you looking at me so funny?
Seth Lerch: Really? Chris Avery doesn’t ring any bells for you?
Logan appears to be in deep thought for a second, only for a second though, because a light bulb soon brightens above his head and lights his eyes.
Logan: OH! I noticed he had graffiti my locker room door, which I thought was odd that I even had a locker room door here to begin with. Heh. Nice to see you’re still keeping one around, ah, always waiting for the ole Loogie, huh? If you build it, they will come!
He snickers a little before soon returning his stare to Seth.
Logan: Nevermind that boudle. You see, Seth, I noticed that Steve Carr had just won the WCF world title – who would’ve thought, right? That old horse still trucking along, AND to think that I’m running out of gas, ha!
Seth Lerch simply blinks, what else can he do?
Logan: I have considered the facts that maybe my time has come and passed, sometimes I do, but Steve Carr? That guy is ancient. He’s probably a Grandfather by now. How is it that I’m sitting at home doing absolutely…
He freezes up, creating a loss of words.
Logan: … Carr-Carr.
He breaks back into rhythm.
Logan: Carr on the other hand is winning fuckin’ titles and worldly ones at that! Do you see where this is going, Scott, er, Seth? I want back in coach. One more time – let’s do it again, we’ll get PC Cradle and Cyrus, we will find them and we will take control of it all again.. one more time, ole boy, you and I.
Despite being startled, Seth, maybe feeling a little sympathy for Logan and knowing that it might just be ‘too late’ to make any sense of him, kindly plays along.
Seth Lerch: Sounds good, Logan. Sounds good.
Logan: Thought you’d like it!
He stands excitedly, slapping his hand down on Seth’s desk.
Logan: The T.o.T will rise once more. 2007 is our year!
The calendar stuck to the office wall clearly reads 2012, Logan seems not to take any note of that. Seth Lerch forces a smile.
Seth Lerch: I’ll be sure to call the boys up soon as I can…
Or a mental hospital, he might’ve probably thought or actually wanted to say, but he knew Logan’s mind was too fragile for such a thing right now, and it’d just be cruel.
Logan: And make sure you call up Logan too -
His face went blank again, as if his mind froze and needed something warm to wake it back up long enough to finish a sentence. He stood like that for a while, finally turning back to Seth and speaking again.
Logan: Call that man, call Logan. I have this oddest feeling that Chris Avery wants Logan to watch his match next week. That’s s’sstrange, isn’t it?
Seth Lerch: … very.
Logan: Maybe Logan is a fan of Chris’ss. Guess we’ll see what happens next week. I wonder who Chris will be facing.. I betcha he’ll be ready though, damn ready.
Seth looks down, staring off into one of the papers lying among his desk.
Logan: And Seth…
He has turned to leave the office, he has his back kept toward Seth, but his face has turned just enough to eye Seth out the corner of his eye.
Logan: I think Logan wants to say goodbye. I think he’s going to be away for a long time, but I think he might be okay, Seth. Do you think he will miss you, Seth? I think so.. I think so. So he says see you in the 60’s, Seth, that’s what he says – that’s what he says..
He disappears from Seth’s doorway and into the hall. Seth stares into the empty doorway, his lips clamping tight and his eyes watering a little.
Seth Lerch: … end of f’n quote.
Anatomy by The Devil Wears Prada is blasted through the arena. After the intro of the song is finished, the pyro starts blasting out everywhere in the arena. The ramps, the stage, the ring, titantron, everything in the arena. Coming out from backstage is Joel Hall. The crowd starts to cheer for his arrival. He walks down the ramp and jumps on the canvas. Then, he rolls into the ring and looks at the crowd. He gives the devil horns sign.
Zach Davis: Here is Joel Hall, the former El Mideo Extremo.
Shannan Lerch: He's lucky my brother hasn't fired him yet.
With Oden By Our Side hits, and the fans are all on their feet, awaiting Odin Balfore!
Zach Davis: And here comes Odin Balfore, former World Champion, and...
Zach notices that Odin hasn't appeared yet.
Zach Davis: What the..
Hall looks annoyed, but indeed, Odin Balfore hasn't shown up yet. Hall paces a few times, annoyed. Odin's music cuts.
Kyle Steel: Once more, introducing the former World Champion, OODDIINN BAALLFFOOREE!
Odin's music plays again, but still nothing. No one comes out.
Shannan Lerch: Perhaps the injuries Odin sustained are more serious than we thought...
Odin's music stops. The bell rings, the ref has no choice.
Zach Davis: ...he's counting Odin out!
Shannan Lerch: I doubt Joel Hall will be happy with a victory like this..
Zach Davis: ...come on, Odin...
The bell sounds again.
Kyle Steel: And your winner, by count out.. JOEL HALL!
The fans boo.
Shannan Lerch: Well that was just a bit disappointing...
Until suddenly, With Oden By Our Side plays again!
Zach Davis: OH MY!
Shannan Lerch: Could it be?!
Finally, and much to the crowd's delight, a figure emerges from the back.
Zach Davis: ODIN!
...But no! It is Seth Lerch. The fans begin booing.
Seth Lerch: Well, look at that! Odin Balfore isn't here!
Booing, so much booing. Joel Hall looks quite annoyed.
Seth Lerch: And for whatever reason, Jay Price hasn't shown up this week, either! Everything's going my way! My plan of pitting CD and Odin against each other until one of them killed the other succeeded, and Price did what he always does and randomly disappeared.
Seth Lerch: Unfortunately for me, you, Joel Hall, you're still here. You're one more problem I could stand to eliminate. I also have to find an opponent for the most mentally unstable man in WCF for next week.
Joel Hall: Who is it, Seth? Is it Oblivion? Switches the Clown? Nathan von Liebert? Which one?
Seth Lerch: ...No, I'm talking about Chris "Logan" Avery. So consider it booked! Joel Hall vs Chris Avery next week. I hope ONE of you knocks some sense into the other...
Master of Puppets plays as Seth heads to the back.
Zach Davis: Well Shannan, what have you thought of Slam so for tonight?
Shannan Lerch: Zach it has been a very...
Every single light in the WCF Arena in Reading, Pennsylvania goes out with a burst. Nothing is seen no one can see a inch in front of them. The people on the steps of the arena just stand in silence waiting for the lights to come back on. Everyone in the crowd is silent thinking that there could be a technical problem with the lights.
Shannan Lerch: What is going on Zach?!
Zach Davis: How should I know Shannan? Do I look like a mechanic or a technical professional?
Shannan Lerch: Well you would know more about this stuff then I do!
The crowd starts to chant over the complete darkness.
Crowd: WHAT THE HELL? WHAT THE HELL? WHAT THE HELL?
Zach Davis: Well whatever is going on, everyone in the crowd does not like this atmosphere at all either.
The crowd then quiets up...music blares through the speakers. The song of Bulletproof by 12 Stones seem to energize the crowd like the energizer bunny. The crowd goes crazy with D-Day chants as well as mixed forms of cheering. The lights then come on in red, white, and blue. The lights finally return back to normal when pyros hit echoing through out the WCF Arena. Donald then struts out from the back with his United States Championship around his shoulder.
Zach Davis: Well Shannan we have found the culprit of the power outage. I wonder why he is out here? I thought already left tonight?
Shannan Lerch: Well apparently not. He is right here and he just rose this crowd from the dead. I don't think I have ever heard such loud cheers before in my entire here commentating in the WCF.
Zach Davis: What ever he is out here for it must be damn important to go to all this trouble.
Donald goes from one side of the entrance stage to another pointing at fans and nodding of approval to the warm welcome. After he makes a lap around the stage he stops in the dead center before reaching for the United States Championship on his left shoulder. He takes it, and looks deeply into it. He kneels down and places it about a foot in front of himself. He then looks back up directly at the ring before rotating his head to look at the face once more. He then immediately drops to his knees with his arms out. Red, White and Blue pyros go off on the stage to his left and right. Right before the final one hits he reaches down for the United States Championship with both hands and jumps back to his feet with the championship proudly in his hands once again. The crowd continues to chant the name of D-Day while he makes his way down the ramp. He stops by every single person on the left handed guard rail and gives them a high five or a hand shake.
Donald makes the transition to one side of the guard rail to the opposite, but before he reaches it to the other side he stops and looks up at the very top of the rafters in Readers, Pennsylvania. The crowd still goes crazy. He continues to the other side of the guardrail with his United States Championship still on his left shoulder. He continues to give high fives to the fans before he reaches the metal steps. He stops before the first step, he pauses and looks around the WCF Arena before proceeding to ascend up the steps to the apron. He reaches the apron and turns around facing the north side of the crowd. He looks on while they continue to cheer. Donald finally lefts his left leg and ducks under the top rope to enter the four sided ring.
Zach Davis: Well, what a hell of an introduction for the newly crowned United States Champion. I am getting goose bumps just from him walking out to the ring, I cant even guess how the fans of the WCF Universe are feeling right now.
Shannan Lerch: Well, I am sure as hell ready to see what this giant introduction is about. He has pumped us up, but for what?
Zach Davis: Well Shannan, if you would have some patience maybe we will listen to him say it himself instead of us rushing him.
Donald gets to the middle of the ring and pauses before he signals for a WCF microphone. The bell ringer gets up and retrieves a microphone and slides it into the ring where it stops just in front of Donald's feet. Donald bends over and juggles the mic in his hands before finally reaching it up to his mouth to speak, the crowd seems to quiet down from the loud and abrupt uproars of the cheers and chants.
Donald Deruty: Hello Reading, Pennsylvania.
The crowd cheers again before becoming silent once again allowing Donald to talk once more.
Donald Deruty: Well I bet you all are wondering why I am here on this very day. Well I am here to talk about the real importance in the WCF. You see Seth has been preaching the message that the WCF is having these new and young faces take over the world of the WCF. Faces such as Johnny Fly, Nathan von Liebert, Gabe Gannon, Jeff Purse, Nightrider, and Joel Hall. You see he says that it is the era of the newcomer, but I am here to say that I am not going to let these little nob of newcomers just come into the WCF and take what they want. I am here and I am not going to let that happen. You see, Seth may think that the newcomers are taking over, but in reality the veterans of the WCF are still going strong. I am still the United States Champion...
The crowd interrupts with cheers and uproars of chants.
Crowd: D-DAY!!! D-DAY!!! D-DAY!!!
Donald smiles before shushing the crowd and returning to speak.
Donald Deruty: As well as Creeping Death is still the World Champion, so I think your little era of the newcomers aren't turning out as well as you planned Seth. You may have a little match for Nathan von Liebert for the World Championship, but that championship isnt going to change hands to a little steam punk of a man like Nathan. You may think, and the magic word is think, that you have all of these great fresh and new faces that will be the future champions, but all I see is fresh meat. Seth, I know you have had your differences with the veterans here in the WCF, including Torure...Logan...Creeping Death...and Brad Kane, but you have never had problems with myself. I have never had problems with you either, and what so ever. I have never argued with your decisions of this company, but I do have a question to ask you. What do you see in these newcomers?
Donald shakes his head in a left to right motion and then wipes his face before smiling and continuing on speaking into the WCF labeled microphone.
Donald Deruty: I am so sorry, but I am getting a little out of hand and off subject at the moment. Even thought that may be what is at the top of Seth's watch list, I am not here to talk about the newcomers. I am here to talk about something that he should be paying attention to besides these no good newcomers that he calls the future of the WCF, because we know how his last protege that he called “The Future” turned out. He should be paying attention to this little beauty of a championship on my shoulder as I speak. The United States Championship!
This championship has been over looked for the longest time. It has been almost the laughing stock of the entire WCF. Nobody wants to be the proud United States Champion, they all think that it is just another step to the top. Well I see the true importance of the United States Championship and I am going to turn it into the championship that it should have been long before now. You see I am a man that could easily be a contender for the World Championship shown by the multiple wins against many WCF Hall of Famers and former World Champions. I also helped win the match at XIII just two nights ago. These many accomplishments in my career show that I am a man that could be at the very top of the WCF in the World Championship division, or in any federation for that matter, but I decide to hold the gold known as the United States Championship. I have had a list of championships that are on my WCF resume, and this specific one is the most impressive...I am a four time United States Champion! I might as well be known as the best United States Champion that the entire WCF has ever known and seen compete in this ring. I have won the United States Championship four times, and I am only one more capture of this championship to be tied with the most United States Championship reins in the WCF. I am behind a WCF Hall of Famer, a man that you all should know...Logan. As well as I am the man that has been and is the 2010 and 2011 United States Champion of the Year! With all of these impressive accomplishments with the United States Championship, I should be put in the record books as the best United States Champion to ever step foot in the entire WCF. I am greatness, along with this piece of gold laying on my shoulder. It definitely deserves more than what it gets in the WCF.
Donald then grabs the United States Championship off of his shoulder and holds it up in the air to show all of the WCF Universe. He then continues.
Donald Deruty: This championship deserves to be at the top of the championship chain, not at the bottom where it is seen right now. I tell you all that are sitting here in Reading, Pennsylvania as well as sitting in the comfort of your warm household. I will be the man to turn the future of the United States Championship back to the top. I will hold this championship until I have successfully turned the United States Championship into something more than a piece of gold on a leather belt. I take the honor as being the WCF's American Hero to turn the United States Championship back into a interesting and exciting championship that it deserves and is willing to be. I am not going to let go of this championship until that time for me to move on comes. Now everyone out there that think they can take this championship away from me, why don't you let your presence known besides biting your tongue. I send out a challenge to anyone that wants to try and put their skills up against mine, and if you succeed then the reward will be the United States Championship. So everyone, start running your ass to Seth's office, because you don't want to wait too long before someone gets there before you. It is time for a change in the WCF, and I am going to be the individual to make a mark in history and make the United States Championship important again. I will leave my name written in stone on the locker room walls of the WCF. Everyone that will walk through that hallway and everyone that will compete in this ring in the future...they all will know the name of Donald “D-Day” Deruty. The name will be remembered as the greatest WCF United States Champion...of...all time. Everyone watching this at home and in the bleachers in front of me, also the people recording this on DVR...have a nice night. See you next year Reading!
The crowd starts to chant once more.
Crowd: D-Day!!! D-Day!!! D-Day!!!
Donald looks up at the crowd before laying down the microphone and scooting it down to the side of the ring where it came from. Donald then makes his way to the apron and down the steel steps.
Zach Davis: Well what an announcement from D-Day tonight. He literally made an open challenge to anyone in the locker room that thinks that they can beat him and capture the WCF United States Championship.
Shannan Lerch: That could have been one of the most dumbest moves in the history of the WCF, or the most brilliant!
Zach Davis: Why so Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: Well, he just opened a path to the United States Championship wide open to anyone who desires to take that chance. He could have just put himself on a silver platter and gave the challengers a fork and knife. I mean did he just leave himself open for any attack, not just from Chester and the MS-13.
Zach Davis: I see where you are coming from Shannan, but I think Donald knows what he is getting into when he made that statement.
Donald continues to descend down the steps to the entrance ramp, high fiving everyone around the guard rails. He walks up the ramp placing the United States Championship on his shoulder from his hands. He walks backwards up the rail as the crowd still goes crazy for Donald. He then stops right before he returns to the backstage to look at the crowd one more time before Slam returns to its normal schedule.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentleman, the main event is a six man tag team match set for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 337, standing 6'7", NIGHT RIDER!!!!
Explosions rip through the arena. The lights dim, a strobe light lowers from above the ring. Pyrotechnics explode a bright Red down the entrance ramp as Angel Fyre walks through the curtain. She holds it open as Night Rider walks through holding his World Tag Team Title across his shoulders. It's time for war begins playing over the PA System as they make their way down to the ring. The four corner posts explode one by one as Night Rider walks over to each one and lifts his belt high into the air. Angel Fyre walks over to the announcers table and grabs a microphone. She climbs back into the ring and hands the mic to Night Rider.
Night Rider: Okay, Enough with the music. How the Hell is everybody doing out there tonight? I want every one of you to pay close attention as we rip through this bunch of old school has beens and show them just what the new breed coming in here is capable of doing. Oh Seth is going to wish he had never signed this match by the time we are done.
Shannan Lerch: Strong words from Night Rider, lets see if they back it up.
Zach Davis: With him, Jeff, and Nathan, it will be amazing if they do.
Night Rider hands the mic back to Angel Fyre who in turn returns it to the announcers table.
::"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 Seville's, 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, giving him the tag title, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. He puts the title over his shoulder. 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. He anxiously awaits his competition::
Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Venice Beach, California, weighing 215lbs, standing 6'2", "The Future" JEFF PURSE!!
The camera pans to the titan-tron, where an oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.
"No, go away!
Leave me alone!"
Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titan-tron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.
"Don't you come in here!
I don't want you here.!"
The mystery man watches the titan-tron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titan-tron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.
"No, No, No, NO!!
The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso, as Kyle Steel Announces him.
Kyle Steel: And from the Nightmare Realm, at 5'10" and 229lbs, "The Devils Right Hand" NATHAN VON LIEBERT!!!
Zach Davis: Here we go, we have a rematch of One about to start.
Nathan had come face to face with Jeff and Night Rider. The three of them were staring each other down as...
Red and black strobe lights begin flashing, as the electronic beat of "Ghosts N Stuff" by deadmau5 begins blast eardrums, when Mr. FPV emerges from the curtains to a round of applause from the crowd. He runs down the ramp, giving fans high fives along the way before leaping under the bottom rope into the ring.FPV climbs to one of the turnbuckles and fist bumps to the music. Many fans join him. He does this with all of the other turnbuckles before moving to the center of the ring in a lotus position.
Kyle Steel: The opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, at 5'11" 205 lbs, MR. FPV!!
Night Rider, Nathan, and Jeff separate as FPV gets in the ring. They move to the outside, as FPV stares down Jeff and Night Rider.
The lights go out. Oblivion by Mastodon begins to play, as the thunderous combination of the guitars, bass, and drums explode through the arena's speakers.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
There are a mixture of cheers and boos, more cheers than boos. The crowd stands onto their feet and rush towards the security railings. Oblivion slowly slinks out to the entrance stage, low to the ground. The arena explodes with cheers and some boos. Oblivion has it's arms extended outward, with it's index fingers pointing out. The Vixen are nearly undressed, as they come slithering out and walks next to Oblivion. The Vixen are dressed with bra-like bikini tops, with very short skirts. They have glitter plastered everywhere. Their makeup is smeared, but maintained to be very attractive. The guitar solo begins, lasers flash throughout the arena. Thunder-like sounds rattle the arena, as lighting strike-like sounds shake the foundation of the arena. The music continues to thrash as The Vixen are divided in two groups. As, one group are twirling around with the insanity of the music, while the other group, of The Vixen are thrashing with the music. Their energy has the arena going completely crazy!
Oblivion slowly stands up, with it's arms extended outward, spins around. Oblivion, The Vixen, and The Gathering get to ringside. As IT pops IT's neck, Oblivion holds IT's arms outward. The Vixen rub their hands all over Oblivion's well sculpted abdominal muscles. A couple of girls begin to french kiss. The Gathering continues to slink around, tormenting the crowd, nearby. Oblivion proceeds to slide under the ring ropes and is walking over to a corner. The half naked women slide into the ring, in various sexual manners. Oblivion climbs up to the second turnbuckle and is raising IT's arms to a mostly cheering crowd. Oblivion jumps down and walks over to the center of the ring. The Gathering slithers away under the ring, with blood on their hands. Several thousand cameras flash throughout the arena, as Oblivion strikes a muscular pose, with The Vixen rubbing all over Oblivion. All of the women, of The Vixen, begin to kiss. The Gathering peak, from under the ring, as they begin to snarl and bark, while white foam drips out of their mouths.
NOW I'M LOST IN OBLIVION!!!
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 night sky 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.
Kyle Steel: And introducting the WCF Heavyweight Champion....from Minneapolis, Minnesota, at 5'9" and 202lbs...CREEPING DEATH!!!!!
Shannan Lerch: Well, this is it. Its old vs new. Who you got on this one Zach?
Zach Davis: I think I am going to go with the old and reliable crew of Oblivion, Mr. FPV, and the champ, Corey Black.
Shannan Lerch: Well, I guess I am forced to take the new blood, and happy to do so Zach, I think they may have this match.
Which starts the match with the two big men, Oblivion and Night Rider. Jeff and Nathan are on one apron, CD and Mr. FPV on the other. Rider and Oblivion tie up in the middle of the ring, with Oblivion quickly taking the upper hand and putting Night Rider in a side headlock. Rider pushes him off and into the ropes, and get a shoulder to the chest for his efforts from Oblivion and goes down. He gets up quick though to be met with another shoulder and down he goes again. Oblivion picks him up, a few shots to the head, and whips Rider into the corner with FPV and CD. Oblivion tags in FPV, twist Night Riders arm, and FPV delivers a shot to the sternum with his foot. FPV hits the ropes, slides under Night Rider, and eats a giant clothes line from Night Rider for his trouble.
Zach Davis: Good time for a tag here.
But Night Rider doesn't tag, instead he picks FPV up, and drops him right back to the mat with a snap suplex. Speedy from the big man. He pulls FPV to the center and tags in Jeff Purse. Jeff climbs to the top, and comes down on FPV with a moonsault.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, that had to hurt. FPV got his knees up.
Zach Davis: Rookie mistake by Purse.
Indeed, Jeff is now on the ground clutching his stomach as FPV gets to his feet. He kicks at Jeff a bit, before picking him up off the mat. He whips Jeff over to where Oblivion is, and Oblivion grabs Jeff and holds him against the ropes. FPV delivers a few shots to Jeff's midsection and tags in CD. The crowd pops a bit as CD enters the ring, and starts stomping on Jeff. He picks Jeff up off the mat and puts him right back down with a harsh DDT. CD shoots to the ropes, jumps onto the middle and hits a springboard dropkick right to the chest of Nathan Von Liebert. NVL goes flying off the apron and hits the barricade, prompting Night Rider to try to get in the ring. The ref holds him back, and while he is distracted all three men on the "oldies" team come in and start stomping Jeff. Oblivion gets a tag from CD once the ref turns around, and together they hit a double suplex on Jeff.
Zach Davis: "The Future" should change his name to "The Rag doll" after that.
Shannan Lerch: Ha. Ha.
Oblivion gives Jeff another suplex, to even further prove Zach Davis right of The Future resembling a rag doll. He whips Jeff against the ropes, Jeff ducks a clothes line, jumps over the ropes on the apron. He jumps on the top rope once Oblivion turns, and nails a 720 DDT, bringing both men down in the middle of the ring. The ref starts the count, the fans go crazy, Oblivion slowly making his way to his corner, Jeff trying to roll to his corner.
Shannan Lerch: What a move by Jeff Purse!
Zach Davis: yes, but Oblivion gets a tag on CD first, and here he comes.
CD grabs Jeff's leg before he could tag anyone in and pulls him to the center of the ring. He stomps him a few times and throws him into his corner. He tags in FPV. They execute a double DDT on him as CD exits the ring. He picks Jeff up and gets him in the maneuver for the Double Knee Gut Buster. When FPV tosses Jeff up in the air, he comes down with a strong DDT reversal. FPV gets up quickly though, almost out of shock, and grabs Jeff again, whipping him to his corner. But Jeff goes up the ropes and comes back down with Taking Off The Training Wheels.
Zach Davis: Purse may now have a chance to make a tag here.
Shannan Lerch: And...he...DOES!
Jeff tags in NvL as FPV tags in Oblivion. NvL flies at Oblivion, taking him down with a huge forearm slam. FPV comes in the ring, swings at Nathan, which he ducks, and responds with a full nelson suplex. FPV goes down hard.
Shanna Lerch: And while Night Rider tends to Jeff Purse, Nathan von Liebert goes for the pin.
The pin is broken by CD. Nathan stands and faces CD in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. The ref tries to get CD out of the ring, he is not the legal man. He turns, then turns back and hits Nathan with a hard right. And another, and another, Nathan doubles back, up against the turnbuckle. CD continues his onslaught, getting up on the middle rope raining down rights and lefts on Nathan. Nathan, however, is able to push CD down to the mat, and pulls himself up on the top rope. CD gets up and Nathan comes flying off the top, nailing a flying cross body. CD goes down, Nathan gets up, to be met with a giant boot to his face from Oblivion. In comes Night Rider and smashes into Oblivion with a standing dropkick. The impact sends him out of the ring on to the mat below. CD has rolled out of the ring, followed closely by Nathan. While Night Rider and FPV go back and forth with rights and lefts, Nathan sets CD up on the announce table.
Shannan Lerch: What does Nathan have planned here?
Zach Davis: I don't know, but I am getting out of the way.
Shannan Lerch: Me too.
He hits Corey a few times to keep him there, and notices Jeff perched on the top rope. The two lock eyes for a moment, and Nathan holds CD down. Jeff flies off the top rope, DEFLATOR THROUGH THE TABLE!
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!
Shannan Lerch: NEITHER TWO MEN ARE MOVING!
Both CD and Jeff's body lay, looking broken, and inside the ring, Night Rider and FPV are still trading blows, the ref trying to get between them. Taking the opportunity with the ref distracted, Oblivion grabs a chair from under the ring. He walks up to Nathan, turns him around, and smashes him right in the head. Nathan goes down like a log as Oblivion hides the chair.
Shannan Lerch: Thank God Vlad is still under wraps, NvL isn't busted open.
Zach Davis: What is Oblivion up to now?
Oblivion starts getting up, shaking the cobwebs off when on the opposite side of the ring, out in the crowd, MS-13 member Adrian can be seen parting the crowd. He steps over the barricade as the rest of the participants watch on. Adrian jumps up onto the ring apron which causes the referee to run over and demand that he leave.
Shannan Lerch: What is he doing in the ring like that? Get him out of there.
Zach Davis: Yeah, I figured he was going to go straight for Obli---uh oh, that explains it.
Gravedigger runs out from the back, down the ramp and Oblivion turns around just in time to see Gravedigger charging at him. Gravedigger spears Oblivion with a full head of steam and both men start hitting each other with huge lefts and rights. Gravedigger irish whips Oblivion into the side of the ring and Oblivion yells out and arches his back in pain. Gravedigger starts kicking him, but Oblivion takes Gravedigger's feet out from under him and they start hitting each other again. Gravedigger gets whipped into the barricade and Oblivion walks Gravedigger over before he can recover and slams his head onto the ring steps.
Zach Davis: Get some people out here to stop this. Gravedigger and Adrian have no business being out here!
Shannan Lerch: Oh I'm sure my brother OK'd it.
The referee hears the noise of the ring steps and starts to turn around, but Adrian climbs into the ring, keeping the referee's attention as several security members come out from the back and start trying to split up Oblivion and Gravedigger who are still hitting each other wildly.
Corey Black finally gets tired of the bullshit as Gravedigger is pulled away towards the ramp and he lays Adrian out with Your Plague. He then uses his feet to kick him out of the ring as the match is finally able to continue.
Oblivion pulls out a sludge hammer from under the ring, and aims at Jeff Purse. "The Future" gets to his feet, after struggling, as Oblivion swings at him with the hammer, however Jeff ducks this and Oblivion ends up hitting CD right between the eyes. He goes down as Oblivion turns into a Spoke by Jeff Purse!!
Shannan Lerch: THE SPOKE!
Purse pins Oblivion, hooking the leg.
Kyle Steel: THE WINNERS OF THIS MATCH UP, NIGHT RIDER, JEFF PURSE, AND NATHAN VON LIEBERT!!!!
von Liebert gets to his feet rather quick and rolls the two men from the other team out of the ring. The ref grabs his arm and throws it in the air. Jeff is up in the ring and Night Rider is out side the ring. Jeff lingers behind Nathan for a moment. When he turns, Jeff nails him in the chin with The Spoke. Nathan goes down, and Jeff grabs a mic.
Jeff Purse: Make sure you do the same thing you did tonight at Payback. Because I want to steal that gold away from you, Nathan.
He throws the mic to the ground. The fans cheering, some booing, but mostly cheering like crazy.
Zach Davis: Some strong words and warnings from Jeff to Nathan.
Shannan Lerch: More importantly, Zach, Jeff Purse pinned a former WCF World Champion.. can he do it again when he has Johnny Reb in the ring?
Zach Davis: Well Shannan, I guess we will have to wait and see. One thing is for sure, it won't be an easy match for either team.
Master of Puppets hits.
Shannan Lerch: Ha!
Seth Lerch steps out from the back. He has a bottle of Bicardi 151; he's clearly drunk.
Seth Lerch: ..HeY~!
Shannan Lerch: uh.
Seth Lerch: ...Nathan! You.. you're.. you're gonna pick ... Creeping Death's opponent toniihgt!
The crowd cheers.
Seth Lerch: Er ugh umghh I mean next week.
Seth Lerch: NvL, you're gonna pick Creeping Death's opponent for next wee, which we will find out on Slam. And CD, you pick out NvL's opponent. Pick Your Poison!, except that your opponent will be picking your poison. So Opponent Picks Your Poison, live on Slam!
Black and NvL are all confused as Slam fades to black, as Seth passes out, drunk.