Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is on the air, live as always! Pyro explodes all across the arena, on the stage, ramp, in the ring, everywhere, seriously why is there so much damn pyro? Anyway, we go to the announcers.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam-
Shannan Lerch: HURRY UP ZACH WE HAVE LIKE A BILLION SINGLES MATCHES WE HAVE TO MAKE THIS FAST!
Zach Davis: Relax, Shannan, we have plenty of time. But yes, what a show! We have a huge tournament, one of the biggest in WCF history, for the Television Title. Which-
Shannan Lerch: Which is currently held by our new World Champion, Jonny Fly!
Zach Davis: That's right. Jonny Fly unseated Corey Black to become the World Champion in one of the fastest rises to the top of WCF we've ever seen. And after that match, we saw the shocking return of the one and only Odin Balfore.
Shannan Lerch: We thought he was retired, but he came out and destroyed Corey Black. I loved it.
Zach Davis: So anyway though, you can't really hold the TV Title and World Title simultaneously due to the rules of the belt. So tonight, Fly is going to vacate it, and we'll have this tournament. It features a myriad of newcomers, the entire Society stable, and the returning Kaylyn James Evans!
Shannan Lerch: And don't forget the newest Angel of Death, Kendrik Masters. And the one and only Nathan von Liebert. And the man who won last week's Clockwork Orange House of Fun match, Zombie McMorris. One of these men, or KJE or Alexis Moore, will become the TV Champion.
Zach Davis: And in our main event, we've got a US Title match. D-Day gets his rematch at Mr. FPV, after literally destroying Roy Speede last week.
Shannan Lerch: That's right. I've heard rumors that Speede is out indefinitely after that attack.
Zach Davis: Anyway, let's start the show!
The lights in the arena go out. White text appears on the titantron; ‘Hello, WCF.’
Shannan Lerch: What the hell is this?
The message disappears and is replaced by a new message;”Take a look at perfection.” The crowd begins to anxiously stir. After a few seconds, blue strobes emerge on the stage zooming around in no particular pattern. The strobes center themselves onto the stage, overlapping, and illuminating the silhouette of a man. “The Champ” by Ghostface Killah begins playing and the crowd immediately begins to boo. The lights flicker on and off in conjunction with pyros shooting upward. The lights turn on and Jonny Fly is seen standing of the stage. Fly is wearing his usual suit and tie and carrying both the World Title and Television Titles over his shoulders.
Shannan Lerch: The World Champion is in the house!
Fly stares out at the crowd and cracks a cocky grin as they continue to boo him. He slowly begins walking down the ramp oblivious to those shouting around him. Fly slides into the ring and, has a microphone thrown to him. Fly begins circling in the ring staring out at the crowd making eye contact with those who are shouting and yelling. Fly shakes his head and begins speaking.
Jonny Fly: Do you like what you see, WCF? This is what perfection looks like. This is the image of a man who cannot be beaten. Welcome, all of you, to the era of Jonny Fly!
Loud boos are heard.
Jonny Fly: It should come as no surprise to any of you that I stand here today as WCF World Champion. It should come as no surprise that your legend, Corey Black, fell as hard as everyone else. You all can hate me as much as you want, but I’m untouchable. Three..fucking..months. That’s all it took for me to get this belt. I ask a serious question to all of you in the back; why even show up at this point? You’ve all kept waiting for me to fall off. You’ve all kept waiting for me to slow down. I’ve just kept getting better. I’ve just kept winning. I still haven’t been pinned. Now, I’m the top of the fucking food chain. This isn’t a bad dream. I’m not going away. The WCF is MINE. The hierarchy starts at me and I decide how it plays out from there.
Fly brings the microphone down and the booing picks up again. Fly smiles and takes a few more moments to revel in the reaction.
Zach Davis: Heir? Can this guy get any more arrogant?
Shannan Lerch: Shut up Zach, I can’t hear his speech!
Jonny Fly sets the WCF Television Title onto the mat in front of him.
Jonny Fly: That belt you see on the ground, I’m relinquishing, to the winner of a sixteen person tournament that will begin TONIGHT. The winner of this tournament will have large shoes to fill, in fact, the largest shoes to fill ever. It’s without question that I’m the most dominant Television Title holder in WCF history. My success as the Television Champion should serve as motivation to every participant in the tournament.
Shannan Lerch: Do you know if Fly is single, Zach?
Zach Davis: Could you be a bigger slut?
Shannan Lerch: …..yes
Jonny Fly: That’s not to say it will be an easy title to obtain. For the person who does win this belt, it’s not easy to defend…for most. To hold the Television Title for any considerable length of time means that you are consistently good, if not dominant, every..single..week. That’s the type of thing that gets you noticed. Not everyone can hold the title for a long period of time, but those who do are able to use it as an avenue to greater success. Think about it, you could parlay that title into a World Title shot, your very own chance to get your ass wiped off the canvas by the best wrestler who ever walked into a WCF ring, me, Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: Seriously, at this point I can hardly stand listening to Fly.
Jonny Fly: Effective immediately I hereby vacate the Television Title. I wish the best of luck to the sixteen participants who will be vying for it. For the rest of you, have fun playing in my shadow.
With that Fly drops the mic and poses with the World Title in the middle of the ring. The crowd picks up the booing and a chant of ‘Fuck you, Fly’ begins to make its way around the arena. As always, Fly takes the reaction in stride before sliding out of the ring and making his way back up the ramp toward the stage.
Zach Davis: Typical Fly speech. He talked himself up, and belittled everyone else. Unbelievable.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah Zach, I liked his speech too!
Zach Davis: Let’s just move on.
Shannan Lerch: Folks, we got a long and exciting night ahead of us!
Zach Davis: The entire card is dedicated to a tournament for the TV title, vacated by Johnny Fly who is now our new World Champion.
The lights shut off and "Blackout" by Hed PE blasts through the speakers. Green smoke fills the entrance ramp as red and blue lights flash throughout the crowd and Nic Daniels walks out through the smoke. He looks into the crowd, reacts to their reaction and then runs down to the ring. He slides in and gets on the turnbuckle and throws up the T sign with his hands.
Shannan Lerch: Out comes Nic Daniels to start off our opening match.
Zach Davis: Opening match against Alexis Moore, might I add - -
"Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" by Cage the Elephant hits as pyro begins flowing out of the stage. Alexis Moore steps out as the fans reaction is a mixed one. She makes her way slowly down the ramp as she hops up on the apron. She blows a kiss as she slides in slowly. Making it to her feet, she walks over to each corner blowing kisses.
Zach Davis: Speaking of Alexis, here she comes! Look at all that um, talent.
Shannan Lerch: Hopefully we’ll see all the talent she’s got considering tonight’s her debut.
Zach Davis: All indeed.
Both competitors are in the ring as the ref calls for the bell.
DING - DING
Alexis and Daniels lock up in the middle of the ring despite the size difference, but it plays a factor as Daniels shoves Alexis away with ease.
Shannan Lerch: Into the turnbuckle she goes.
Daniels charges the buckle but Alexis pushes herself up and over Daniels and pulls him down with a backslide pin.
Zach Davis: Early pin attempt by Alexis Moore, catching Nic Daniels off guard.
Daniels kicks out, rolling backwards and immediately springing forward after Alexis whose barely risen to a knee.
Shannan Lerch: And Daniels plants Alexis down with a DDT.
Zach Davis: Daniels wastes no time in applying a sleeper.
Shannan Lerch: The ref checks.
The arm stays up as Alexis tries to rally herself back up to her feet, jamming her elbow in between Daniels' ribs. Nic loosens his grip and finally lets go with one last elbow strike. Alexis takes a step back and hits a front dropkick.
Zach Davis: Alexis hits the ropes..
Shannan Lerch: Swinging neck breaker.
Zach Davis: Another quick pin attempt.
Shannan Lerch: And Nic Daniels powers out at two!
Both wrestlers to their feet now as Alexis tries to stay in control of the match but Daniels knees her in the gut and sends her off the ropes with an Irish whip.
Zach Davis: Spine Buster! The pin!
KICK OUT !!
Shannan Lerch: That spine buster really knocked the wind right out of Alexis Moore.
Zach Davis: She got the shoulder up though. I hope the brass is paying attention because we might have another strong female on our roster.
Shannan Lerch: My brother? He never pays attention.
Daniels pulls Alexis to her feet, hooks her up and hits a belly to belly suplex!
Shannan Lerch: Look at Daniels gloating. Seth better be watching because it seems we have another asshole on our roster too.
Zach Davis: Look at him playing up the crowd.
Shannan Lerch: Well he better turn around!
Alexis comes back at Daniels with a spring board clothesline!
Shannan Lerch: She missed!
Alexis hits the ropes again immediately after as Daniels lifts his shoulder back up from the dodge.
Zach Davis: Cat's Paw! Daniels is down.
Immediately Alexis takes to the turnbuckle and wastes no time flying off.
Zach Davis: The Cat's Meow! Frog Splash!
Shannan Lerch: Another pin attempt!
Zach Davis: Alexis Moore did it! She wins her debut match and advances in the TV Title Tournament!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a first round match in the WCF Television Title Tournament
"Cult of Personality" blares through the arena as Amazing Alex steps out on the stage. He points to opposite sides as some pyro goes off with a bang behind him. He walks down the ramp slowly, his muscular physique shining in the light, as he slides in the ring. He walks over and ascends to the top rope, pointing side to side. The fans are torn on whether to cheer or boo him but either way Alex looks read
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, standing six feet two inches tall and weighing in at seventy five kilos, from Adelaide, Australia, "Amazing" Alex Hughes.
The fans are still half cheering, half booing but all are looking in the direction of the stage to see who will be the opponent for Amazing Alex. The arena goes dark, "Cells" by the Servants begins to play through the PA as the entrace gate fills with smoke and neon blue flickers to the pusl of the music. Then the Lights of Glory begin to pulse as Steeltoe Joe comes walking slowely from the midst of the Smoke. He poses with his arms spread and then pumps his muscles. He slowely walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans and talking trsh about his ooponants. He walks up the ring steps and then walks through the ropes. he climbs the turnbuckle and flexes his chest and then raises his arms. He steps down and then begins to kick some ass and take some names. The clolors of the lights of his entrance are blue, green, yellow and birght spot light. The fans cheer loudly as it is obvious that Steeltoe is the new fan favorite to win this match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Stockton, California, he stands six feet five inches and weighs in at two hundred and seventy five pounds. "Steeltoe" Joe.
The fans cheer again as the bell rings and the two men lock up as the much larger Joe overpowers Alex. He locks in a hammer lock on Alex as Alex writhes in pain a bit. He battles back and does a hip toss on Steeltoe. Steeltoe falls to the ground with a thud. Alex hits a snap mare on Joe.
Shannan Lerch: What a beginning to this match up. These guys both are stacked.
Zach Davis: Yes Shannan. This tournament is for an honorable title. The Television Title is...
Before Zach can finish Steeltoe and Alex lock up again and battle in a test of strength. The smaller Alex pushes Joe down to the ground as the fans are clearly behind Joe.
Crowd: Let's go Joe. Let's go Joe.
As Joe battles back and the fans begin to shout louder the referee is in position. He checks on the two men, trying to get them to break. The fans keep cheering Joe on as he fights to a vertical base. As he attempts to push Alex down Alex pokes him in the eye, the referee unaware. Steeltoe falls back into the ropes and is met with a clothesline by Alex.
Shannan Lerch: Some underhanded tactics there by Alex. He needed something because Joe was on his way to a comeback.
Zach Davis: That is for sure. I just think this tournament belongs to just about anyone. It is gonna be interesting to see.
Joe makes it back to his feet as he gets into Alex's face. The much taller Joe looks down at Alex with an angered look on his face. Joe hooks Alex for a suplex but Alex rolls Joe into a small package. 1. 2. Joe kicks out in the nick of time. Alex and Joe both get to their feet and Steeltoe Joe lifts Alex up into a Torture Rack!
Shannan Lerch: The Steel Mill!
Amazing Alex is forced to tap out!
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe advances in the tournament!
Gold lights start flashing as "Longhorn (JBL's Theme)" starts playing. As soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shines on him. As he makes his way to the ring at a jovial pace, he goes to each side of the audience and slaps hands with them. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring. He stands in the center of it looking around at the audience, pointing to the audience as he walks to a corner in the ring and smiles at the audience.
Zach Davis: Here's Eric Price! He and his fellow Society members all managed to save their jobs last week at Timebomb.
Shannan Lerch: They saved their jobs and cost Gage Gannon and Alex Bankmanship their jobs. It was a good night for The Society, and tonight will be a good night for Eric Price if he can advance in this TV Title Tournament, a task that will be easier said than done against...
Chance! by UVERworld hits....
Kyle Steel: Introducing from Akihabara, Japan accompanied by Haruna Sakazaki, weighing in at 199 lbs. Kira Sakazaki!!!
Kira comes to the arena and is walking as usual. Haruna walks behind Kira while she plays with some bird feather. In the middle of the ramp he does his signature greeting. Kira enters the ring while Haruna waits on the ringside. Kira climbs to the second turnbuckle and does the raise hand taunt.
Zach Davis: Kira is a dynamic young superstar and he's certainly looking to get back on track after a black hooded man interfered in his match against Xavier Laroux last week, causing him to lose.
Shannan Lerch: Who was that man and will he reappear tonight?
Zach Davis: I've been told that we have extra security on hand in the arena tonight to prevent any such shenanigans from taking place.
Shannan Lerch: Oh well that puts me at ease. Let's get this match started!
DING DING DING!!!
Kira and Eric circle around the ring. Then, they start to lock-up. Eric grabs Kira’s head and applies a headlock, Eric throws him into the ropes, Kira bounces... Eric starts to bend his body but Kira rolls through Eric’s back. Eric turns his back and sees Kira’s smile. Eric feels mad, he lays some punches and kicks but Kira smoothly dodges it. Lastly, Eric lays a jab but Kira catches his hand and counters it into a Judo Hip Throw. Haruna looks happy and applauds to her brother.
Kira wakes him up and gives Eric a few chops until he's cornered in the turnbuckle. Then, he Irish Whips Eric to the other side of the ring. Kira charges and goes to hit a Crossbody but Eric ducks his attack. Kira is bumped to the top turnbuckle. Eric sees the chance and gives Kira a Schoolboy PIN!
Kickout at 2!
Zach Davis: Whoa nelly that was a close call! Price nearly had the pin.
Shannan Lerch: Price is always thinking three, four, five steps ahead of his opponent. He's one of the most cerebral superstars on the WCF roster for sure.
Without giving a word, Eric gives Kira a headlock. Kira struggles to release the hold but Eric strengthens that headlock. Kira slowly stands and the crowd starts to cheer Kira up. Kira finally punches Eric’s stomach three times, but Eric doesn’t release his hold. Besides, he hits an elbow to Kira’s back. Kira is down again. Eric wakes Kira up and throws him out to the apron, trying to throw him out of the ring, but Kira hangs onto the ropes. Eric moves toward him but Kira gives Eric an overhead enzuigiri!
Zach Davis: Brilliant move by Kira! This is why the fans are so hyped on this kid!
Shannan Lerch: He's turned the momentum of this match around in the blink of an eye!
Eric looks staggered. Kira jumps from the top rope, but Eric runs to Kira and pushes him out to the floor. Kira bumps into the guardrail. Eric smiles at Kira.
Zach Davis: And Price sends Kira crashing to the guardrail! Just when it looked like Kira would take control, Price takes the advantage once again!
Shannan Lerch: He's the thinking man's wrestler, Zach, just like I said before.
Eric leaves the ring and walks toward Kira, but Kira grabs Eric’s shirt and crashes him into the guardrail. Kira stands up and he holds his head, the effect from his crash into the guardrail. Kira stands Eric and puts him inside the ring. Eric stands but Kira punches Eric’s stomach with his palm of his hand. Kira bounces to the ropes and gives him a Knee Trembler. Kira goes for a PIN!
Eric Kicks out!!
Zach Davis: Oof! Another close call! Kira almost won this match!
Shannan Lerch: And wouldn't he love to move one step closer to his first taste of gold in WCF?
Kira recovers in the bottom rope and starts fighting again. Kira stands Eric but Eric punches Kira in his guts. Kira is off guard. Eric sees that chance to give him an Inverted DDT!! BAAAMMM!!! Kira’s head lands hard in the mat.
Shannan Lerch: There it is, the counter by Price! Give him an opening and he'll make you pay!
Zach Davis: He's working Kira over now!
Eric stomps Kira fiercely. Kira slowly stands but Eric runs to the ropes and gives Kira a beautiful Shining Wizard right into his face! Eric PINS Kira now!
Kick out in 2,5!
Zach Davis: So close but Kira shows his heart by kicking out!
Shannan Lerch: Price has to be frustrated now. He's come close to putting his opponent away, but he can't quite get the job done. How will he react?
Eric feels desperate. Kira slowly stands and Eric punches him. Kira punches Eric back. There’s a trading of punches here. Eric wins the trading punch battle as he punches Kira simultaneously. Eric Irish Whips Kira, Kira bounces and Eric gives him a Knee Facebuster! Kira staggers and then goes down. Eric climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Kira to stand. Kira finally stands. Eric jumps and tries for a Crossbody to Kira but Kira notices it and gives him a Roundhouse Kick in mid-air to Eric’s stomach. Both men down!
Zach Davis: Another innovative move by Kira, but will he be able to follow it up!?
Shannan Lerch: Right now it's all about who wants this victory more. It's either man's match to win!
Eric stands first and goes to Kira. Eric stomps Kira’s body before he stands Kira up. Eric chops Kira twice and Irish Whips Kira to the ropes. But the smart “Black Rat” steps into the middle rope, he jumps and turns around and hits GAKURAN PUNCH!!! WHAMMM!!! Eric flipped! Kira goes for a PIN!
Because of Kira’s carelessness, Kira pins Eric near the rope as Eric touches the rope. Ref stops his count. Kira releases his pin and argues with the ref. but, as Kira turns around, Eric gives Kira a Spear. Eric grabs Kira’s feet and locks in a SHARPSHOOTER!!! Kira struggles to release it. He tries to reach the rope but Eric drags him to the center. Kira lifts his own body using both of his hands and he rolls his body to the left side. With that position, Kira grabs Eric’s left leg and arm. GAKURAN LOCK locked in. Eric tries to survive but he is far from the ropes. Kira strengthens his lock until Eric doesn’t have a choice except surrender. Eric TAPS OUT!!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner as the result of submission, KIRA SAKAZAKI!!
Zach Davis: Kira wins it and this crowd is going wild!
Kira automatically jumps knowing his victory has been sealed. Haruna enters the ring and joins Kira’s celebration. But suddenly… the lights go off!!
Shannan Lerch: What the hell? Did Seth forget to pay the electric bill?
The lights go on again and that hooded guy appears again. Kira tries to attack him, but the lights go off and on again and the guy has disappeared.
Zach Davis: That was weird! Who is that man and why is he stalking Kira?
Shannan Lerch: The plot thickens...
Shannan Lerch: Alright, Zach. We have ourselves another match for the Television Championship tournament.
Zach Davis: It will be featuring Tek "The Legend Thriller" facing off against "The Fear" Jason Fear!!
Ace of Spades by Motorhead begin, lights start to slowly flash, as smoke slowly fills up the entrance ramp. Jason fear stands there, in the lightly lit entrance ramp. with a water bottle in his right ahnd, Fear slowly begins his descend down the entrance ramp. As the music rips through the air in the WCF Arena, Jason Fear slowly walks down the entrance ramp. He finally gets to the end, of the entrance ramp, Fear stops, as he slowly looks around the arena. Jason Fear walks forward. As he walks to the right and around the ring, Fear takes a long drink, from his water bottle and tosses the bottle. He slowly gets up to the ring apron. He slightly holds the top rope, with his right hand. Fear looks to the left, then to the right.
After adjusting his feet, Jason Fear looks down, right before he thrusts his arms up, as he sprays the water, into the air. As the water vapor slowly descends downward, Fear goes into a muscular pose, as he sprays out the existent watewr, in his mouth. fear walks into the ring and goes to a nearby corner. Fear climbs up to the second turnbuckle. He points to his right, then to his left, right before he points his thumbs at himself. Jason Fear strikes another muscular pose, before jumping down and begin to watch, his opponent's ring entrance.
Shannan Lerch: That's Jason Fear. Now, all we are waiting for his Tek.... The Legend Thriller.
The lights go out as Hollywood Undead's Tear It Up begins to play. The camera goes to the stage. There is a figure standing there. They put a spot light on the standing figure. A man is wearing long black basketball shorts, a black pair of DC shoes, and a black and white LA Dodger cap. He has a water bottle in hand. This man comes walking down the ramp as he drinks from the water bottle and bopping his head to the song.
Zach Davis: There he is The Legend Thriller, who has a TREMENDOUS record of one win, fourteen loses, along with two draws.
Shannan Lerch: Zach, that's... that's just not right.
Zach Davis: What's wrong with what I said?! I spoke the truth! In seventeen matches, Tek has only won one match. Let me said it again. In seventeen matches.... TEK HAS ONLY WON ONE MATCH!!
Shannan Lerch: True, but you didn't hav to be a dick about it!!
Zach Davis: I didn't!! I spoke the truth!!
Shannan Lerch: But, you do HAVE to admit.
Zach Davis: What's that?
Shannan Lerch: Tek does have heart. He always lays it on the line. He might not always win, but The WCF Galaxy can be rest assured that Tek will always put in the effort in a match. This should be a good and decent match-up.
Zach Davis: There's the bell. Tek and Jason Fear circle each other in the center, of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: They lock up....
Immediately Fear kicks Tek, in the mid-section.
Shannan Lerch:...looks like a ddt.
Tek wiggles free and quickly, very quickly pops Fear in HIS stomach and places him on Tek's shoulders. The crowd cheers. Before the next eye blink, Jason Fear went from being in the torture rack to almost having his back break in half. Power slam by tek.
Shannan Lerch: RACK BOMB!!!
Zach Davis: A quick pin....
Stanley Moser slides into position....
Shannan Lerch: A kickout by Jason Fear.
Without wasting another micro-second, Tek quickly stands up and....
The crowd stands and cheers.
Zach Davis: Standing 450 splash!!!
Tek collapses, from the effects of the 450 splash. Tek crawls towards Jason Fear and goes for the pin....
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-O-O!!!
Tek looks displeased.
Both men stand up, staring at each other. Tek stomps Fear's mid-section.
Fear strikes back by stomping onto Tek's midsection, before....
Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER!! Now, Jason Fear has control and is going for the pin.
Crowd: TW... NO-O-O-O!!!
Shannan Lerch: Tek kicks out!!
Fear steps back to let a slow moving Tek to stand up.
Zach Davis: Tek stands up....
Shannan Lerch: Clothesline!!
Zach Davis: Another clothesline!!
Tek quickly gets up and charges at Jason Fear. Fear drops down, Tek hops over a laying down Fear. Tek bounces off the ropes and charges at Jason Fear, but Fear leapfrogs over Tek, who runs towards the ropes. The Legend Thriller bounces off the ropes and runs towards Jason Fear....
Shannan Lerch: A flying knee to the face of Tek!!
Fear picks up Tek and hits him with a perfect vertical suplex.
Zach Davis: Jason Fear smiles, as he goes for the pin.
The referee slides into position...
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-O-O!!!
Jason Fear gets angry and charges at Stanley Moser. The referee reminds Fear, who is REALLY in charge!!
Stanley Moser: Don't get in my face!! It's not my fault you cannot finish the job!!
Jason Fear looks as if he was about to strike Moser.
Stanley Moser: You strike me and your ass will DQ'd. You hear me?!?
The crowd cheers, giving the referee encouragement. But the crowd cheers even louder as Tek stands up. The referee points behind Jason Fear.
Shannan Lerch: The Fear doesn't even see it coming!!
Tek hits Jason Fear with a swinging reverse STO.
Zach Davis: WAVE OF THE FUTURE!!
Shannan Lerch: Tek is going for the pin!!
The crowd cheers loudly, as Tek goes for the pinfall. Excitement fills The Arena, as the referee slides in to count the pinfall....
Zach Davis: It looks like that The Legend Thriller has this one in the bag!!
Shannan Lerch: That's two!! It DOES look like that Tek is gonna get the win!!
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-O-O!!!
The crowd groans, as Tek looks disappointed!! Fear doesn't take much time, before exiting the ring. Tek doesn't hesitate and flies to a nearby corner and climbs up, quickly to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Air Tek is ready to fly!!
Tek flies off the top turnbuckle with a flying plancha. Tek hurls towards Jason Fear....
Fear moves out of the way and guides Tek into the nearest security railing. Instantly, Tek falls and grabs for his ribs. Jason recuperates and stares at Tek with evil intentions.
Shannan Lerch: Tek is in a very bad situation!! He already did some self-inflicted damage when hit Jason Fear with a standing 450 splash!!
Fear quickly and methodically moves over to Tek. The Legend Thriller is grabbed and...
Zach Davis: Right into the steel ring steps!!
Stanley Moser: Alright Fear, get it back in the ring!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!!
Jason Fear picks up Tek and then...
Shannan Lerch: Fear kicks Tek in the stomach and nails him with a ddt, at ringside!!
Tek is NOT moving, as The Fear stoops down and begins to hurl insults at The Legend Thriller.
Jason Fear: YOU'RE A LOSER, TEK!! YOU'LL ALWAYS BE A LOSER, WHILE THE FEAR JASON FEAR WILL ALWAYS BE A WINNER!!
Jason Fear poses to the crowd, who boos loudly!! Fear picks up Tek, then slaps him on the face. The crowd, once again boos at Jason Fear. Fear tosses Tek, in the ring, under the bottom ring rope.
Zach Davis: This looks like the end, once again for Tek!!
Jason Fear picks up Tek and tosses him into the ropes. Tek stumbles to the ropes and bounces off....
Tek approaches Fear, who grabs his opponent by his legs and spins him around. Tek's upper body flails, in the air, right before....
Shannan Lerch: SPINEBUSTER!!
Zach Davis: You know what that means?!?
Shannan Lerch: Fear 5!!
Fear taunts the crowd with the “I cant hear you” taunt. Jason Fear throws up both thumps in the up position, with a huge grin. But, that grin turns to a sour frown, when he throws his thumbs into the down position. The Arena shakes with thunderous boos towards Jason Fear!
Zach Davis: It looks like the end for Tek!!
Tek is on the shoulders of Jason Fear, screaming for his life. Tek keeps wiggling...
Shannan Lerch: Tek is wiggling free!! I don't believe it!! Tek was good as dead!!
Tek wiggles out of the Fear 5....
Crowd: OU-U-U DAMN!!
Zach Davis: TLT!!!
Tek, from out of nowhere hits an Ace Crusher on Jason Fear!! The crowd erupts with cheers as Tek stumbles around before collapsing on Jason Fear.
The referee slides in...
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GO-O-ODD-D!! Tek gets the pinfall!!
Tek quickly stands up and begins to run around the ring, before sliding and dropping to his knees, with complete excitement!!
Zach Davis: I wouldn't necessarily call this an upset. But, I'm sure there was some fans out there in The WCF Galaxy who didn't expect Tek to win tonight, against Jason Fear!!
Shannan Lerch: what a surprising ending!!
The lights go out as “Change” by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entryway and Adrian, Chester and Dobbie walk out from the back. Soon after, Gravedigger and JJ step out from the back as well, the hardcore title on Gravedigger’s shoulder. The crowd immediately boos at the sight of MS-13. Gravedigger smirks at the boos as MS-13 makes its way down the ramp and into the ring. Gravedigger is handed a mic and as the music stops playing and the lights come back up, Gravedigger taunts the crowd in attendance for a few seconds before finally getting serious and lifting the mic.
Gravedigger: I stand before you STILL the WCF Hardcore champion. People said it couldn’t be done. Those of you watching on television, those of you in the crowd, and even some of the boys in the back, you doubted the hardcore reign of Gravedigger could last, you doubted I could survive the onslaught of Oblivion. That the monster Oblivion would get his revenge and regain what was rightfully his, what I stole from him months ago.
Last week at Timebomb, I shut the mouth of every naysayer and critic. I proved you all wrong. Not only did I survive a hardcore match with Oblivion, but I proved that I really am the Epitome of Hardcore. I proved that I deserve to be called the WCF Hardcore champion. These men in the ring with me…Dobbie, Adrian, and Chester. They wanted to get involved, they wanted to interfere on my behalf, but as I have done nearly my entire career, when a title is on the line, I can do it on my own and I proved that. So with that, all you scum-sucking leeches can kiss my ass.
The crowd boos loudly.
Gravedigger: Boo me, boo me because you know I’m right. No one believed in me in the hardcore title match at Timebomb. Not only did I survive, but I thrived in the hardcore realm with Oblivion. He brought his best, but so did I and my best was just that much better. This hardcore title, Oblivion no longer has a claim upon it. I am the real and true hardcore champion. Now, we have another pay-per-view coming up…Explosion and I’m looking for another opponent. At Timebomb, I was watching the Clockwo---
Oblivion by Mastodon hits the speakers and the crowd pops loudly. The Monster Oblivion steps out from the back, microphone in hand. Gravedigger turns to the entryway, with an annoyed look on his face.
Oblivion: GRAVEDIGGER!! You son of a bitch!! How dare you so easily dismiss IT! Do you actually think that you are done with IT? Do you think that because you were able to get past Oblivion at Timebomb that you can just move on?! YOU WILL MOVE ON WHEN OBLIVION DECIDES TO LET YOU MOVE ON!! This isn’t over until IT has IT’s…..PRECIOUS….BACK!! THIS IS OVER WHEN OBLIVION SAYS IT IS!!
Gravedigger smirks and lifts his mic up again.
Gravedigger: Really, Oblivion? What you went through at Timebomb wasn’t enough? Defeating you in front of the world and retaining MY hardcore title wasn’t clear enough for you? Oblivion, move on, amigo. Be Jonny Fly’s first opponent in his world title reign….go tag with one of your Angel of Death buddies and go for the tag titles. You’re through in the hardcore division.
Oblivion erratically moves, as IT looks at the crowd.
As Oblivion begins to walk, IT's head begins to twitch to the right shoulder, then immediately goes through an almost seizure like spasm and IT's head twitches to the left three quick times. The Monster continues to walk down the entrance ramp.
Oblivion: Oblivion is just getting started!! Timebomb was just the beginning for you! This is far from over!! FAR FROM OVER!! You just didn't win, you ignited a burning fire deep within this body!! You're not just gonna be another victim.... YOU'RE GONNA BE THE PRIZED POSSESSION MOUNTED ON IT'S WALL!!
Gravedigger: So, do you want a rematch?
The crowd cheers like crazy. The thunderous cheers rattle The WCF Arena!! Oblivion looks around, grinning slyly and looks back at Gravedigger, nodding.
Gravedigger: Well, here’s my answer.
Shannan Lerch: THIS will not be good!!
Out from the back, walks two very large Hispanic men. It’s two of the muscled up freaks from Gravedigger’s beat down by Diagur. Oblivion turns around just as the two men jump him. They start pounding away at him and Oblivion is taking some huge blows from the two men. They knock him down, but Oblivion fights back, holding IT's own, as Oblivion manages to scramble away and pounces on them. Oblivion slaps the taste out of one of the Hispanic man's mouth. Then The Monster kicks the one, behind him, with a low blow.
Zach Davis: Oblivion seems to have this under control.
Just as it looks like Oblivion is getting the upper hand, Gravedigger looks over at Adrian, Chester and Dobbie and points towards Oblivion.
Gravedigger: GO KICK OBLIVION'S ASS!!!
All three men quickly exit the ring and run up the ramp behind Oblivion.
Oblivion is quickly overwhelmed by all five men as they pummel him mercilessly until IT goes down. Then all five men start kicking away at him over and over. Gravedigger is standing in the ring with a big smile on his face, as the crowd rains boos down upon him. Gravedigger exits the ring, mic still in hand and walks up the ramp. He looks past everyone and gestures to the back.
Zach Davis: What does Gravedigger have in mind?!
Shannan Lerch: God knows!!
Two more men come from the back, this time it’s members of The Facility and they’re carrying a straight jacket. Gravedigger takes the straight jacket from them and with help from one of the muscled MS-13 members, they put the jacket on Oblivion and tie him up in it. Oblivion starts thrashing, with every fiber in IT's body. Oblivion tries to claw IT's way out, but the members of MS-13 start pounding away at him again until he stops fighting. The crowd begin to hurl trash towards Gravedigger and MS-13
Zach Davis: It looks like the crowd is about to riot!!
Shannan Lerch: No kidding, Zach!! Just listen to them!!
Crowd: OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!!! OBLIVION!!
Gravedigger: You can cheer all you want!! This mental midget is not breaking away!!
The crowd continues to boo and throw debris at MS-13 and Gravedigger. The two members of The Facility pick Oblivion up and start carrying him towards the entryway. Just as they are about to disappear to the back, Gravedigger speaks.
Gravedigger: Wait. Don’t take him to The Facility.
The crowd is in total confusion as are the members of MS-13 and the two men from The Facility. Gravedigger pushes through the men on the ramp and gestures for the two Facility members to bring Oblivion back. They eventually listen to him and walk back over, dropping him to the steel ramp in front of Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: Oblivion. I’m showing you mercy tonight. Not because I’m going soft. Not because I’m trying to get on your good side. No, Oblivion, you’re not going back to The Facility like I originally planned if you had shown up. Tonight, Oblivion, you’re going to end up getting out of that strait jacket and you’re going to go home…wherever the hell that is for a freak like you. You’re going to go home and the one thing that’s going to be on your mind is this: I AM IN CONTROL!!! You are free tonight, only because I allowed you to be free. Your future and your life in general are under my control. At any time, I can have you thrown into The Facility. Don’t forget that.
Gravedigger hurls the mic at Oblivion’s head. Oblivion is pulsing, twitching with complete psychotic rage. Oblivion stares at Gravedigger.
Oblivion's head twitches to the left, right before.....
Shannan Lerch: I know THAT look. WATCH.... THIS......
Zach Davis: BLUE HAZE MIST!!
Oblivion sprays out a toxic blue mist into the face of Gravedigger. The Hardcore Champion drops to the metal entrance ramp, screaming in pain, grabbinh his face. MS-13 begin to beat down Oblivion. But, The Monster laughs hysterically. Chester runs to the nearest security railing and grabs for the closest drink, from one person, in the crowd.
Shannan Lerch: Chester just took that child's drink!!
Chester comes back with the drink and splashes it in Gravedigger's face, trying to remove the remnants of the mist. Once the mist has been removed from his eyes, Gravedigger leaps up and staggers over to a fallen Oblivion.
Gravedigger: Stand up that motherf-....
The Hardcore Champion gives Oblivion one good kick to the kidneys. “Change” by Deftones hits the speakers as Gravedigger glares down at Oblivion for a few seconds more before finally turning to the entryway and heading to the back with the rest of MS-13 and the two men from The Facility. Oblivion moves around in pain screaming out....
Oblivion: GRAVEDIGGER YOU'RE DEAD!! MS-13 IS DEAD!! ALL YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE DEA-EA-EA-EADD-D-DD!!
As Gravedigger and MS-13 walk up the entrance ramp, The Arena's lights begin to flicker, right before they flicker quickly, then....
The lights go out. The crowd screams out...
Shannan Lerch: What now?!
The lights come back on, block MS-13 and Gravedigger are the new and improved monster-like Gathering. With their arms crossed, the muscular menaces stare at Gravedigger and MS-13, who decides to take a safer route and jump off of the entrance ramp. They stare at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: Where did Oblivion go?!
Gravedigger is now pissed, as Oblivion has apparently been moved. The crowd cheers as they too realized that Oblivion has been moved.
Crowd: OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!!
Gravedigger rages, right before he turns around and walks away....
The lights lower and "Young Men Dead" by the Black Angels starts to play. Vegas makes his way down to the ring with a sense of purpose on his face. He is wearing his Bret Hart style singlet with white skull in the middle, on the right leg going down is Vegas. He cracks his neck, knuckles and stretches his arms while walking down the entrance. He enters the ring and stands in the middle facing the entrance ramp. His eyes focus squarely on the entrance as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the jumbo-tron.
Zach Davis: Hello everyone and welcome back to Slam and the next match in the WCF Television Title Tournament. These two men are sure no stranger to each other and Tim Vegas will be looking for a little payback after what happened at TimeBomb!
The lights go down and at the top of the ramp, Kendrik's silhouette can be seen. When the beginning breaks into the hard rock, fireworks fire off and Kendrik makes his way down the ramp to the ring. Onnica, his manager follows behind him. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring in a slow strut, followed by Onnica. He climbs the stairs to the ring apron, steps on the middle rope, and lifts the top rope for Onnica to enter, and after she is in the ring, he climbs over the top rope and into the ring. When he enters the ring fireworks fire off again. After getting a look at the crowd from each section of ropes he stands directly in front of Tim Vegas.
Shannan Lerch: No sign of the rest of the AoD yet? Is that some kind of sign?
Zach Davis: It could be Shannan, It could be! Let's get to the action in the ring.
The bell rings as the two men stare each other down as Kendrik slaps his chest as if daring Vegas to knock him down. Vegas runs back bouncing off the ropes and hits Masters squarely in the chest. Kendrick stumbles backwards a couple of steps and then stands squarely as he glares at Vegas. Vegas bounces off of the ropes again. This time instead of trying to knock the big man down he slides between his legs and catches him behind the knee with a forearm smash. Masters goes down to one knee. Vegas grabs Masters in an Armbar and begins driving an elbow onto his arm. Masters counters and whips Vegas into the ropes. Vegas ducks a clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes on the other side. He comes off the ropes and hits Masters with a Flying forearm and knocks the big man to the mat. Vegas goes for the early pin attempt but Masters throws him off before the ref can even begin to count.
Shannan Lerch: What was Vegas thinking trying for the pin there?
Zach Davis: He'll have to wear Masters down a lot more than that to keep him down. 'OUCH' That had to hurt!
While they were talking Vegas attempted a Suplex and was blocked by Masters. Masters goes for his own suplex, Not realizing how close they were to the ropes. Vegas goes over the ropes and crashes to the floor below. Masters follows him out, Picking him up and throwing him into the steel railing that surrounds the ring. Masters rolls back into the ring under the ropes to stop the count as Onnica goes over and talks trash to Vegas.
Onnica: Get up! Get up you bum and get into the ring!
Vegas swings at Onnica and misses. He slowly gets to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs. He climbs up on the ring apron where he is met by Masters who brings him into the ring the same way he put him out of it. Vegas hits the mat with a thud and lays motionless as Masters goes for the pin, 1, 2, NO. Vegas gets the shoulder up. Masters bends over to pick Vegas up off the mat. Vegas wraps him up in a small package and grabs a handful of tights. the ref begins counting, 1, 2, Oh, That was close but Masters breaks out of it.
Shannan Lerch: These two men are giving it everything they have out there. Hey look, up the entrance ramp!
'Dangerous' Don DeBeers and Oblivion stand at the top of the ramp watching the action in the ring. Vegas notices them and picks up Masters, hitting him with a snap suplex. Vegas picks him up again and connects with a standing drop kick sending him right back down to the mat. Vegas goes for the cover. 1, 2, ..Masters gets the shoulder up just before the ref's hand was about to hit the mat for the third time. Onnica begins screaming at Masters "Come on, Come on Kendrik!" Vegas grabs Masters in a side headlock and really applies the pressure. The ref lifts Masters' hand and it drops right back down. He lifts it a second time and the arm begins to fall but Masters gets it raised back up and takes a deep breath as he lifts Vegas up and flips him over his head. Masters gets back to his feet and grabs Vegas by the throat, Picking him up and connecting with a choke slam. Oblivion and DeBeers applaud from the entrance. Masters picks Vegas up again and connects with a Jacknife Powerbomb. Only he is too weary to make the cover. Both men lay motionless in the middle of the mat when the lights in the arena go out.
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Shannan Lerch: The lights are out!
When they come back on Masters is covering Vegas and the ref begins to count. 1, 2, 3! Kendrik Masters has done it. He defeats Vegas and moves on to the next round.
Zach Davis: Kendrik Masters picks up the win!
Shannan Lerch: But what the hell happened? Did Oblivion and DeBeers interfere?
I'm a cash stealin'...
The massive sea of people would perk up upon hearing that set of lyrics. Black velvet curtains swaying ever so slightly as Theory of a Deadman's Lowlife began to pulsate through the WCF Public Announce System. The aforementioned curtains thrown open would give way to the arrival of none other than Xavier Laroux!
'Cause I'm a low life and I'm lovin' it!
Nodding his head to the music, Laroux would extend the both of his arms outwards, seemingly presenting himself to the rather negative reaction he was receiving on this night. That oh so cocky smirk growing upon the handsome features of young Laroux. He would shrug his shoulders as he began the long descent down the ramp.
Not particularly paying any mind to the reaction he was given, opting to use it as motivation for the task in front of him tonight. Finishing up the descent, Laroux would climb up onto the apron, ducking down between the upper and middle sets of ropes. Emerging into the ring, Laroux did a few turns, looking out at the massive sea of people.
Reaching down as he reached the middle of the ring, Laroux would grasp hold of that tank top, pulling it up and over his head before pitching it out to ringside. Backing up into the lower left corner, Laroux clutched the top set of ropes before throwing his right knee forward, rapidly, stretching out the denim material of his jeans, readying himself.
Shannan Lerch: Mmm... look at that denim stretch!
Zach Davis: Shannan! Focus!
Shannan Lerch: Errr, right yes well Laroux looked good in his debut last week against Kira but the so-called "Lowlife" will be fighting an altogether different animal this week, yes Zach?
Zach Davis: Yes indeed, Shannan. Zombie McMorris is not the one to fuck with.
"Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie blasts through the PA.
Zach Davis: I hope the censors are on stand by because they’re gonna be workin’ overtime.
Shannan hums the melody to "Senses Working Overtime" by XTC as Zombie McMorris makes his way onto the stage all pumped up. Hopping on the balls of his toes and shaking his arms out, Zombie rushes the ring as his music kicks up. Sliding into the ring he makes it across the ring, stepping on the bottom rope and points to the crowd before making his way to the corner turn buckle and pointing to them again and beating his chest in excitement. Zombie gets a microphone from the time keeper and begins to speak.
Zombie McMorris: WCF, here we go into the new era. Hate to break your heart Fly but it’s not your era, it’s mine! That TV title is vacant and I’ll be the guy to pick it up and carry it as you’re off playin’ tummy sticks with yourself. Now it seems that I got my work cut out for me but Zombie McMorris is more than up for that challenge, if the world calls this a challenge. All I see is an opportunity. All Zombie McMorris has on his mind is making it to the finals of this tournament and curb stomping whoever it is that’s going against me. Be it N-V or Kaylyn, after tonight you’ll be shaking your heads because this coked out freak will be holding gold and not just another one of these “cookie cutter heels“ that plagues the roster, all pining for the love, affection and acceptance of the WCF but once again I’ll rise where all else will fail because I have substance. It is because the Honey Badger don’t care, because I don’t care. This is true apathy in effect, let’s see whose got the balls to keep up. Deuces Bitch!
Zach Davis: Short, sweet, what more do you want?
Shannan Lerch: For him to lose and get out of the ring before we have to steam clean it again.
Zach Davis: Zombie looks pumped and ready to get this match started! Wait just a minute-- look at that white powdery substance on Zombie's nose. Is that cocaine residue?
Shannan Lerch: Honestly I wouldn't know but as seedy and unpredictable as McMorris is it could just as easily be anthrax, in which case I'm the fuck outta here!
Shannan promptly removes her headset and rises from her seat. Zach grabs Shannan's arm as she turns to walk away, but Shannan punches him in the brain. Zach is relentless though and manages to yank Shannan back to her seat.
Zach Davis: Ouch! That hurt, Shannan!
Shannan Lerch: Serves you right for putting your hands on me, Zach.
Zach Davis: Anyway, cocaine or not, Zombie McMorris is coming off the biggest win of his career. He won the Clockwork Orange House of Fun match in spectacular fashion, capturing a month's supply of Subway footlongs in the process. But more than that... he captured respect!
Shannan Lerch: Zombie is a shit-talkin' mofo but he backed up his words at Timebomb, beating Jay Price in his own match. Will he beat Xavier Laroux tonight or will Laroux continue to prove that impossibly handsome men can be no holds barred bad asses too?
Zombie and Laroux circle like sharks in a feeding frenzy before charging forward and unloading with a mutual striking onslaught. Laroux uncorks with balled rights and lefts that find a home on Zombie's chin, while Zombie answers with haymaker style combinations of his own that clobber Laroux. Both men are connecting freely and neither is flinching as the crowd inside the WCF Arena goes balls-out crazy for the action.
Zach Davis: These men went back and forth all week long with trash talk but now they're letting their fists do the talking!
Shannan Lerch: There's no pulled punches in this match, just good old fashioned American barroom style brawling and- oh my poes, Zombie just leveled Laroux with a right hand that staggered the Frenchman into the corner!
Zombie is relentless now, he climbs in front of Laroux using the turnbuckles and unloads with Donkey Kong style fisticuffs onto Laroux's noggin. After enduring about twenty of the savage, relentless blows, Laroux grapples Zombie around his waist and charges to the opposing corner, where he viciously sandwiches Zombie between the turnbuckles and himself.
Zach Davis: Oof! I'm sure that's not the kind of sandwich that Zombie was looking for after winning that Subway gift card last week.
Shannan Lerch: Eww... what the fuck is that yellow bile spewing from Zombie's mouth?
Zach Davis: Unfortunately Shannan, it could be any number of things that I'd rather care not to speculate about.
As Zombie coughs up, whatever that yellow shit is, he stumbles out from the corner and doubles over. Laroux takes advantage by running full steam at McMorris and throttling him with a knee lift to the right side of his body. Zombie does a semi-flip before landing back first onto the mat.
Zach Davis: Laroux calls that the Kitchen Sink and it's one of many moves in his arsenal that he'll use to wear down his opponent over the course of these proceedings!
Shannan Lerch: Zombie's body is all twitchy and shit. I don't like the looks of this, Zach. Do you think he could be ODing?
Zach Davis: That is entirely possible, Shannan. And do you know who doesn't care? Xavier Laroux!
Laroux puts a flurry of shit-kicking boot stomps to McMorris, who is still struggling to breathe comfortably on the mat. Laroux shoots off the ropes then drops a knee across Zombie's larynx. Laroux continues the assault with repeated short punches to Zombie's already jacked up looking face. Referee Bill Pizza warns Laroux about closed fists so Laroux simply switches to using short elbows, which succeed in slicing Zombie's face open.
Zach Davis: Oh shit blood is flowing from Zombie's face like it's your cooch during that time of the month, Shannan. Hell that cut even looks like your cooch.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell would you know about my cooch or any cooch for that matter, Zach!
Laroux finally ceases his onslaught and allows Zombie to rise to a kneeling position on the mat. Zombie eventually drops to all fours and Laroux gets an inclination. Xavier sprints toward McMorris and delivers a powerful punt kick to the ride side of his body. Zombie winces in pain before finally bouncing up to his feet.
Zach Davis: Xavier has been working over the right side of McMorris' body, but I think Zombie has had enough of getting his ass kicked for now.
Shannan Lerch: Zombie is okay with taking a bit of punishment just to make things interesting, but if Laroux is gonna be a dick about it then Zombie is gonna have to set him straight.
Zombie appears rejuvenated as he stalks Laroux around the ring. Xavier looks like he doesn't know quite what to do. Laroux suddenly springs forward and cracks Zombie in the jaw with a Superman punch. Zombie accepts the blow and retaliates with a big boot that drops Laroux to the mat. Zombie piles on top of Laroux and is relentless in his assault, gripping Laroux's neck with one hand and using his other hand to pummel Laroux with hammer fists. Bill Pizza warns Zombie to clean it up and Zombie begins repeatedly headbutting Laroux's chest cavity with great effect.
Zach Davis: Z-Mac is unleashing his fury now! This is why you don't want to make him angry! He's like the Hulk, and I'm not talking about Hogan!
Shannan Lerch: Z-Mac? Seriously, Zach? That's what we've come to? Even Zombie McMorris has a cute little abbreviated nickname now?
McMorris finally lets Laroux up but only to drag him to the corner of the ring. McMorris hoists Laroux onto the top turnbuckle and then climbs up to join him. Zombie starts to lift Laroux for the superplex as the crowd clamors in anticipation, but Laroux manages to block Zombie from completing the move. Undeterred, Zombie tries to lift Laroux again, but the smaller man manages to block it and actually counters with a flurry of knee strikes to the midsection, some of which may have drifted below the belt. With McMorris compromised, Laroux turns the tables and lifts Zombie for a superplex of his own. Rather than taking the ride with McMorris, Laroux simply releases McMorris from his grip and sends him hurling to the floor outside of the ring. McMorris' body flips in mid-air but incredibly he manages to land on his feet, drawing a pop from the mesmerized crowd.
Zach Davis: Amazing agility from Zombie McMorris! How did he not land on his head out there?
Shannan Lerch: With as many metal concerts as McMorris has attended through the years, I'm sure that's not the first time his body has been sent hurtling from an elevated platform, but still that was damned impressive. Zombie looked like the late, great Kerri Strug with that move.
Laroux turns around while still standing atop the uppermost turnbuckle and faces the outside of the ring, where he finally notices that McMorris has in fact landed on his feet. Laroux grits his teeth and flashes a sneer on that million dollar mug of his before leaping off the top rope with a flying body press. Laroux lands on Zombie, but both men are sent into the ringside guardrail, where they land with a thunderous clatter. Both men take a few moments to recover as referee Bill Pizza initiates his count. With a sense of urgency Laroux steps to his feet, pulls Zombie up and attempts an Irish whip into the steel ring post. McMorris reverses it and sends Laroux into the post with a loud CLANG and then takes a moment to headbang to the White Zombie song that's playing inside of his head. McMorris charges Laroux with a big boot, but Laroux darts out of the way and McMorris eats steel post.
Zach Davis: Zombie hit that post hard with his leg and ballsack! Laroux is trying to take advantage as he rolls McMorris into the ring and attempts the cover!
Bill Pizza: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Shannan Lerch: Poor strategy by Laroux. You're not going to beat a man whose balls slammed into the steel post when that man's balls are already made of steel.
Sensing that a new approach is needed, Laroux gets to his feet and builds up a head of steam then drills Zombie in the ribcage with a baseball slide. Laroux becomes merciless now, violently contorting Zombie's body into a full body stretch of sorts while raining down knee strikes to his unprotected ribs.
Zach Davis: "The Lowlife" is attempting to shatter Zombie-Mac's ribs! What brand of homicidal urging has afflicted this young man's conscience!?
Shannan Lerch: Zombie has no one to blame but himself. When you unleash the sheer volume of epic smack talk that he did this past week, it's a foregone conclusion that your opponent will be seeing red and attempting to hospitalize you.
Seemingly satisfied with the accumulated damage, Laroux pulls Zombie up from the mat and drags him toward the ropes. Laroux locks McMorris in a painful abdominal stretch, really working the lower torso of McMorris that he's already softened up. Laroux even lands some quick strikes to those ribs of Zombie's while continuing to crank on the stretch. While the ref is checking on Zombie, Laroux craftily reaches out to the top rope and grabs it for added leverage. Zombie howls in pain and the crowd heartily boos, but Bill Pizza is oblivious to Laroux's blatant cheating.
Zach Davis: Come on, Bill, you gotta see this from where I'm sitting, bro!
Shannan Lerch: I think Bill is finally getting suspicious, he just looked over at Laroux but Laroux let go of the rope before Bill saw him!
Zach Davis: Ehh Laroux knows his vintage heel spots, that's for sure. He gets to keep the abdominal stretch locked in for now while Zombie McMorris howls like a panther in the night, but I strongly suspect that we'll see Laroux's hand gradually creeping toward the rope-- ahah! There it is! I knew it!
Laroux once again uses the top rope for added leverage but this time he shakes the rope a little too vigorously-- he has to in order to keep his advantage while Zombie struggles to escape, but it's a dead giveaway to the ref who scrambles over and catches Laroux in the act. Bill admonishes Laroux and orders him to break the hold. Before Laroux even has the chance, Zombie sends Laroux reeling across the ring with a motherfucker of a hip toss. Zombie clears the cobwebs then pursues the floundering Laroux with a hateful gleam in his eye. McMorris unleashes a torrent of heavy boots about Laroux's head, neck and torso as the crowd goes wild.
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris is stomping a mudhole in Xavier Laroux... and ahh he's walking that sumbitch dry!
Zombie emphatically punctuates the onslaught with one last stomp between the eyes. Suddenly McMorris gets an evil grin on his face.
Shannan Lerch: Uh-oh, Zombie is untying his boot! No good can come of this!
Zombie yanks the boot off of his green-tinged, disease-ridden foot and shoves the opening of it into the prone Laroux's face, forcing Laroux to inhale his toxic foot fungus fumes.
Zach Davis: Good god this is absolutely horrifying! I can smell the stench from Zombie McMorris' boot here at the announce table and we're at least a football field away from the ring!
Shannan Lerch: I'm... dying... dying... can't... breathe.
The referee, with shirt collar covering his nose in a desperate bid for reprieve, vociferously commands Zombie to put his boot back on, but Zombie isn't done yet. McMorris is using the heel of his boot to choke Laroux in the corner of the ring. Laroux is frantically struggling to escape, though he's clearly disoriented by the combination of being choked and having his nasal cavity overwhelmed by a scent of foot funk that exists beyond all reason. Finally Zombie relents, after the count of four-and-a-half by the referee and to the relief of the entire arena slides his boot back on.
Zach Davis: That was truly a harrowing experience for everybody in this capacity crowd, but especially for Xavier Laroux. What must his mind state be right now, if his mind is even still capable of processing information?
Shannan Lerch: I cannot imagine, Zach, and I cannot imagine that I would ever want to.
Zombie has a supremely smug smile on his face, no doubt proud of his unorthodox assault, as he pulls Laroux to his feet and then further assails him with an inverted suplex. Laroux lands awkwardly on the mat, causing his body to shudder a bit. Zombie makes the cover now.
Bill Pizza: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zombie is fuming at what he perceives as being a slow count and while he's arguing with the ref Laroux is given time enough to recover. Zombie turns around to face his opponent and absorbs a superkick to the already banged up right side of his body. As Zombie keels over Laroux quickly moves in and locks in the double underhooks, then uses the position to punish the right side of Zombie's ribcage with rapid fire knee strikes.
Zach Davis: Give credit where it's due, Laroux's gameplan from the beginning has been to work the rib area of Zombie McMorris, specifically the right set of ribs and Laroux has implemented that strategy at every turn.
Shannan Lerch: Xavier Laroux is a tough guy with a brain and that's what's kept him on even ground with the eccentric and most probably insane Zombie McMorris throughout this bout.
Laroux finally ceases his barrage of knees, traps Zombie in a leg lace and then uses the double underhooks to lift Zombie before planting him with a vicious snap DDT.
Zach Davis: Brilliant move by Xavier Laroux! He calls that the C-O-A and just used it to obliterate Zombie McMorris! Zombie looks to be out cold on the mat! Laroux covers!
Bill Pizza: ONE...
Shannan Lerch: Zombie got his foot on the rope!
The crowd is in ecstasy while Laroux is in disbelief. Laroux appears white as a sheet as he attempts to process the fact that he didn't just win this match.
Zach Davis: I know that Laroux is disappointed but he has to keep his head in this match. He's doing great right now. He can't afford to let up.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like Xavier has collected his thoughts and now he's ready to go back on the attack. He pulls Zombie up to his feet-- oh, Zombie with the eye rake!
Zombie pounces on Laroux and spikes his head on the mat with a nasty double-arm DDT.
Zach Davis: World Tour '69! Zombie hit it!
Shannan Lerch: But Laroux instinctively rolled out of the ring to avoid being pinned! Smart move by Laroux!
Zombie is a bit confused when he looks around and spies a distinct lack of Xavier Laroux in the ring. Suddenly he spots Laroux outside of the ring and an idea hits his coke-addled brain. Zombie kips to his feet, bounces himself off the far ropes and charges toward Laroux, flying through the ropes with a suicide dive and crashing into Laroux outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris went flying! What a move by the Zombie man!
Shannan Lerch: Laroux hit hard the ground hard with his head, he could have a concussion!
Zach Davis: Zombie looks a little bit worse for wear himself after that impact, but then Zombie McMorris always looks worse for wear.
Zombie takes a moment to shake off the damage then grabs a steel chair. Zombie sets the chair down on the ground and pulls Laroux to his feet. Zombie gets the double-arm on Laroux and tries for another World Tour '69, but this time Laroux blocks it and drives McMorris backwards into the steel post.
Zach Davis: McMorris tried for the World Tour onto the steel chair but Laroux had it scouted that time!
Shannan Lerch: I told you, this Laroux guy is smart! He was a step ahead of Zombie and made him pay!
Laroux rolls McMorris into the ring and immediately locks him in an inverted Sharpshooter. Laroux adds a Dragon sleeper for added pressure and McMorris is in a world of hurt.
Zach Davis: Pandemonium! Laroux has it locked in tight! He promised he would submit Zombie McMorris with this before the match and it appears that he's on the verge of following through with his prediction! Will McMorris tap? How long can he hold on after the extensive damage that he's already suffered to his ribs?
Shannan Lerch: McMorris is a tough, tough man. He's in a buttload of pain right now but he's fighting for those ropes! He's close but I don't know if he can quite reach out and grab them!
McMorris is digging for the ropes as the crowd cheers him on, with Laroux straining to pile on every ounce of pressure that he can muster. Zombie reaches out... he's almost there... he's close...
Crowd: ZOM-BIE!!! ZOM-BIE!!! ZOM-BIE!!!
Zach Davis: Will Zombie make it?!
TAP! TAP! TAP!
Zach Davis: McMorris taps! I don't believe it!
The ref forces the break and calls for the bell.
Laroux bounces to his feet and accepts the boos from the stunned Reading, PA crowd.
Shannan Lerch: Super impressive win for Xavier Laroux! I never thought we would see Zombie McMorris tap, but Laroux made the impossible happen tonight!
Zach Davis: Laroux gets the bragging rights over McMorris and he moves on to the next round of the TV Title tournament!
The camera caught up with Roy Speede backstage in a tee shirt and jeans; he stopped and knocked on a door with a nameplate that read Kaylyn James Evans. With no answer, he turned the knob to find it locked, and his hand reached into his pocket. He pulled out his keys, and slid one into the lock before opening the door. He stepped inside and saw Kaylyn on her laptop, playing World of Warcraft.
Roy Speede: Kay!?! I thought we agreed you’d stop playing that ridiculous game!
The sound of Roys voice was distant and therefore she didn't respond. Ulduar was the raid she had decided would keep her busy before the match. Footsteps coming closer as they took a break while resurrecting someone had her looking up.
Kaylyn James Evans: Oh, hey Roy. Did you say something?
Roy Speede: Yeah, babe. I was just thinking that, since you have a match tonight, it might be a good idea to sign off and get ready.
Yeah, Roy, nice job backing your original statement.
Roy Speede: You know, since you’re back in the TV Title hunt.
He held his hands out for her to give him the laptop.
Kaylyn James Evans: Oh, right. I still have time before the match though, so it's not a big deal. Oh, I can probably finish the last boss even before the match comes. That would work out perfectly too. Then I can focus on... wait... didn't I tell you that I didn't care about the title anymore?
Roy Speede: Yeah, you told me, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to look out for you babe. Holding that belt means you get paid a higher salary, and I know how you love shopping money.
Roy closed the laptop, and took her hand.
Roy Speede: But you’re mistaken. You’ve got one match to go before they’ll be expecting you out there, and it’s going to last about two minutes, judging by the lack of talent in that match. I want you ready to go, and we can go to a movie or something after you win your return match?
Kaylyn James Evans: Wait what! Damn it Roy! Again, really?
Kaylyn sighed as the laptop was taken away from her.
Kaylyn James Evans: This is not what I call fun. I could have stayed on there until they called for me to the ring. And I could have still gone out afterwards. Either way, I don't really want to win the match tonight. Least, I don't think I want to...
Roy chuckled lightly, and nodded.
Roy Speede: Yes, Kaylyn, you do want to win that match. Believe me, there is more than one reason you’ll be glad you did.
He rested on one knee on the couch beside Kay, and leaned in, kissing her deeply, with noticeable tongue, but pulled back after only a few seconds.
Roy Speede: Because there’s a lot more where that came from if you win.
Kaylyn sat there with a smirk on her face looking up at him.
Kaylyn James Evans: I am pretty sure if I lost I could still get more as well, but... I'll see what I can do in the ring.
Roy gave her a glare for a brief second before cracking up with a grin.
Roy Speede: You know my weaknesses way too well. As long as you do your best babe; you know I love you. Now come on, let’s get this win so we can have our little celebration.
Roy got Kaylyn to her feet as the camera cut back to the ring.
“The Champ” begins playing over the PA System and Jonny Fly walks out onto the stage to a loud chorus of boos from the crowd.
Zach Davis: What the hell does he want?
Fly walks down the ramp and circles around the ring pulling up a seat at the announcer’s table.
Shannan Lerch: YES! Hellloo Jonny!
Jonny Fly: Hello Shannan, looking good today!
Shannan Lerch: *faints*
Zach Davis: Uh, is there something we do for you, Jonny?
Jonny Fly: I figured I’d come out here and get a front row seat for some of these Television Title matches and provide a little commentary.
Zach Davis: Um, okay, I guess. I mean we’re the professionals but…
"420" by Kottonmouth Kings starts playing and green lights fly around the arena as Bo Stoned steps out from the gorilla position in his trademark muscle shirt and jean shorts with black biker boots and a pair of cheap black shades.
Zach Davis: Here is Bo Stoned making his WCF debut!
Stoned pulls a joint out of his pocket and lights it up and then he pulls a Miller Lite out of his pocket and pops it open chugging it on the way to the ring. Bo throws the empty can into the crowd and slides into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: What just happened to me? Did I fall?
Zach Davis: Something like that.
The camera pans to the titantron, where an oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.
"No, go away!
Leave me alone!"
Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.
"Don't you come in here!
I don't want you here.!"
The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.
"No, No, No, NO!!
The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso, as he’s announced by the ring announcer.
Zach Davis: Well here comes Nathan von Liebert, trying to get back on track after a string of loses.
Shannan Lerch: Wait, I thought he was making his debut tonight?
Jonny Fly: Nathan von Liebert is one fucked up individual. In his mind he has wiped out all of his loses, but that doesn’t mean they haven’t happened. I had a lot to do with his losing streak; he’s not going to re-write that history. I know Nathan as well as anyone else in this company. He’s a worthy successor for the Television Title, but he’s got to start reaching deep and picking up some wins.
Shannan Lerch: So Jonny, who is your favorite to win this tournament?
Jonny Fly: That man in this match right now has as good of a shot as anyone; Nathan von Liebert. I’ve only faced two people in this tournament, Kaylyn and him. Those two are my favorites, but I saw some great things from some of the rookies in the tournament earlier.
The bell is rung and the match begins.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
The match starts with NVL and Stoned meeting up in the center of the ring. Nathan begins viciously attacking Bo Stoned with right hands to the face. NVL back him into the corner of the ring and then whips him across to the opposite corner. Von Liebert runs toward Stoned and splashes into him. Stoned falls to the mat and NVL quickly makes his way to the top of the turnbuckle. NVL jumps from the top looking for a diving elbow drop but Stoned quickly rolls out of the way.
Jonny Fly: NVL making mistakes already.
Shannan Lerch: …….
Stoned gets to his feet and grabs hold of Nathan von Liebert and picks him up to his feet. Stoned sends a finger into NVL’s eye and then bounces off the ropes and hits Nathan with a running bulldog. Stoned immediately gets back to his feet and runs over to the ropes once more, hops off the bottom rope launching himself backward hitting Nathan von Liebert with a moonsault.
Zach Davis: Whoa, where did that come from by the rookie?
Jonny Fly: This is embarrassing! What has happened to the Nathan von Liebert who won his first seven matches here?
Shannan Lerch: ……
Bo Stoned goes for the cover.
Nathan von Liebert kicks out!
Zach Davis: Well, just barely, Nathan von Liebert stays alive.
Shannan Lerch: ……
Jonny Fly: This isn’t fun to watch. I expected much more from Nathan von Liebert tonight.
Stoned gets back to his feet and brings NVL up with him. Stoned whips NVL against the ropes and clotheslines him to the ground as he bounces back. Stoned drops a leg over NVL face and then puts Nathan into a headlock on the mat. NVL begins squirming around and quickly is able to elbow his way out of the hold. Both men get back to their feet.
Nathan von Liebert stares directly at Bo Stoned with a sadistic grin on his face. He begins taking short, quick breaths and then runs directly at Bo Stoned and clubs him over the face. From there NVL grabs Stoned and quickly takes him to the mat with a DDT. NVL gets back to his feet and immediately goes to the ropes. Nathan climbs to the top and turns himself around so that he is facing his fallen opponent.
Jonny Fly: Don’t miss this time, dumbass!
Shannan Lerch: …….
NVL jumps off the top and lands a frog splash on Bo Stoned. He immediately hooks the leg for the cover.
Zach Davis: Kickout by Bo Stoned!
Jonny Fly: Seriously, when is the last time you seen a frog splash finish someone off?
Shannan Lerch: ……..
Zach Davis: Shannan, are you going to do your job, or what?
Shannan Lerch: Oh sorry, I was looking at Jonny.
NVL hits himself over the head violently, lets out a scream, and then gets back to his feet bringing his opponent up with him. NVL proceeds to hit Stoned with a combination of moves starting with a rake to the eyes, and following it up with a headbutt and then a European Uppercut. Stoned stumbles backwards into the corner of the ring. NVL runs at Stoned and hits him with a forearm splash before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the corner and then hitting him with a superkick taking the rookie down to the mat once more.
Zach Davis: Nathan is rolling now!
Jonny Fly: He looks pissed, guys. He’s dangerous when he’s seeing red!
Shannan Lerch: I think he’s letting five matches of frustration that have built up out on Bo Stoned.
NVL circles around Stoned before violently reaching down and picking him back up to his feet. Nathan grabs Stoned in a reverse suplex hold, picks him up, and then drops him for the ‘Straight Jacket Drop!’
Jonny Fly: Big-time move from Nathan right there!
Nathan von Liebert sets his foot over his opponent for the nonchalant cover.
Zach Davis: Nathan von Liebert picks up the win in the first round of the Television Title tournament!
Jonny Fly: He turned it on about mid-way through the match, and then buried Bo Stoned. The losing streak is over.
The referee grabs Nathan’s hand and raises it in victory inside the ring. Nathan pulls away, takes one look at Jonny Fly at the announcer’s table and cracks a sadistic smile before sliding out the ring and making his way back up the ramp.
Shannan Lerch: Please tell me you’re going to stay for the next match, too.
Jonny Fly: I will. I’m excited to see what Kaylyn James Evans can do in her return.
‘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’s Joel Hall!
Jonny Fly: Hall’s an interesting guy, but he’s going to have his hands full tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I’m hoping my hands are full tonight too!
Zach Davis: Jesus Christ, stop talking Shannan!
The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- ‘I'm Your Favorite Drug’ 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 than Kaylyn James Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage.
Zach Davis: Good news WCF fans, she still looks good!
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 manager’s face.
Shannan Lerch: It’s good to see Kaylyn James Evans back in action, it’s been awhile.
Jonny Fly: On paper, she may be the best competitor in this entire tournament. She certainly the only former Television Champion.
The bell rings and the match is started.
Evans immediately whips herself at Hall, pelting him with an array of spinning strikes. Hall hits Evans across the mouth with a stiff right hook. Evans stumbles back and is hit by a big clothesline by Joel Hall.
Zach Davis: Joel Hall showing his strength advantage here early.
Jonny Fly: Won’t matter Zach, Kaylyn is always at a strength disadvantage.
Hall lifts Evans and hits him with a side suplex. Evans rolls across the mat in pain. Hall goes to lift Kaylyn, but is caught by a spinning kick! Hall stumbles back, surprised. Evans gets to her feet and backflips onto the top-rope.
Zach Davis: Great show of athleticism there!
Kaylyn James Evans launches herself skyward and at the same time Joel Hall gets back to his feet. Kaylyn drives both of her knees into the standing Hall and takes him down to the mat right into a pin.
Joel Hall kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: Kalyyn almost stole one right there!
Jonny Fly: Just a matter of time, Shannan.
Zach Davis: Joel Hall doesn’t look like his normal self out there at all.
KJE gets back to her feet and sends kicks into Hall’s ribcage for nearly 30 seconds. Hall rolls around on the mat trying to avoid the kicks before Evans finally ends the assault.
Zach Davis: Evans is going to work on the midsection of Joel Hall with brutal precision.
Joel Hall is holding his stomach and trying to get to his feet. KJE is already on her feet and runs at Hall who quickly moves out of the way allowing Evans to run into the turnbuckle. Before Evans can even turn around Hall strikes with an elbow to the head…then another one…then another one.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Joel Hall!
Jonny Fly: About fucking time he does something.
Hall grabs KJE and DDT’s her down to the mat. He quickly picks her back up and follows with a big powerbomb. Hall drops to his knees for the pin.
Jonny Fly: No chance this works.
Kickout by Kaylyn James Evans!
Zach Davis: Still too much life left in Kaylyn.
Jonny Fly: No fucking shit Zach.
Shannan Lerch: Ha! Suck on that Zach.
Zach Davis: No, but I bet you would!
Hall lifts Evans and attempts to pick her up. Evans blocks the attempt and counters with a low blow! Evans hits Hall with a running bulldog and then hops to the top of the turnbuckle. Kaylyn flies off and hits hall with a leg drop from the top rope.
Zach Davis: Kaylyn back on track now.
Kaylyn lifts Hall up and sets him right back down with a Snap Suplex! James follows with a Belly-to-Back Suplex and then again begins sending kicks to Hall’s midsection.
Shannan Lerch: Kaylyn is absolutely on fire right now! She hasn’t lost a step in her absence.
Zach Davis: Shannan Lerch providing actual commentary? What?
Jonny Fly: Not that you’re any good at it either, Zach.
Kaylyn picks Joel Hall back up and absolutely demolishes him with the Crusher!
Jonny Fly: Time is running short for Joel Hall..
Kaylyn smiles at her fall opponent and then pauses for a moment to pose for the crowd. She reaches down and brings Hall back up to his feet. She pauses once more and then takes Hall down to the mat for the last time with the KY Bomb!
Zach Davis: Game over, folks.
Kaylyn hooks the leg for the cover.
Shannan Lerch: Kaylyn James Evans advances in dominating fashion!
Zach Davis: Welcome back Kaylyn indeed!
Kaylyn takes a position on the top turnbuckle and poses to the delight of the crowd.
Jonny Fly: This has been a lot of fun. I’m excited to see how the rest of this tournament is going to play out!
Fly gets up from his seat at the announcer’s table and begins making his way to the back as the fans continue to cheer on Kaylyn in the ring.
Zach Davis: Thank god he’s gone, let’s get to the Main Event-
Suddenly, after Joel Hall rolled out to the outside, he is once again attacked by El Mideo Extremo!
Shannan Lerch: Oh no!
El Mideo Extremo hits Joel Hall several times before the two begin brawling up the ramp and to the backstage area.
Zach Davis: Where are they going?
Joel Hall throws Extremo into a table. He then grabs Extremo's head and smashes it into the wall. El Mideo Extremo responds by kicking Hall hard in the gut and smashing his head into a wall as well!
Shannan Lerch: For weeks, Joel Hall has been haunted by this El Mideo Extremo fake, and now they're beating the hell out of each other!
Joel Hall and El Mideo Extremo continue to brawl in this fashion all the way to a truck dock area, which for some reason happens to have a door open. Joel Hall throws El Mideo Extremo out of the open door, and Extremo hits the cement hard. Joel Hall then jumps off and hits a Senton Splash!, onto El Mideo Extremo, laying prone on the concrete!
Zach Davis: Holy shit..
Both men lay motionless. EMTs quickly arrive to check on their status.
Shannan Lerch: Joel Hall may've just killed himself AND El Mideo Extremo!
Both men are loaded onto stretchers as we go to commercial.
Shannan Lerch: Main event time here on Slam!
Zach Davis: It's like Christmas Morning. This match has so much build to it, it's insane. D-Day wants his property, the US title, after losing it to FPV the other week.
Shannan Lerch: D-Day looks to become a five time US Champion, which is probably some kind of a record.
Zach Davis: I think it is.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of which, here he comes now!
The lights in the stadium dim to pitch black as "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 with the sound of BANG!!! from "Bulletproof". The pyros continue to go off on cue with the word being said. After the third pyro goes off the lights focus on the entrance of the stage where Donald Deruty is standing with his head tilted down. He falls to his knees and throws his hands up in the air, where a final set of multi-colored pyros is fired. At the signal of the final pyros the dimmed lights turn back on and light the whole stadium with red, white, and blue lights.
D-Day jumps to his feet as soon as the lights are back on. He takes his time walking down the ramp, as he gives high fives and shakes the hands of the fans. Once he reaches ringside he slowly walks up to the steel steps where he goes one step at a time until he reaches the ropes where he enters the ring with a swaggery hop to his walk. He looks up at the titantron where the sights of his memorial moments in his WCF career can be seen.
Zach Davis: You can just feel that he wants the title.
Shannan Lerch: But can he take it from FPV?
Zach Davis: It will most probably be a tall order, Shannan, but this is D-Day we're talking about.
Red and black strobe lights begin flashing, as the electronic beat of "Ghosts N Stuff" by deadmau5 begins to blast eardrums, when Mr. FPV emerges from the curtains to a round of applause from the crowd. He runs down the ramp, giving fans highfives along the way before leaping under the bottom rope into the ring. FPV climbs to one of the turnbuckles and fistbumps 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.
D-Day isn’t wasting time in attacking FPV from behind, clubbing him down and stomping away at him.
The ref calls for the bell, the match officially starts as D-Day is doing some Italian step dancing on FPV, kicking him right out of the ring and onto the floor.
Shannan Lerch: Do you think he’s mad?
Zach Davis: Just a little!
D-Day rolls out of the ring and continues to kick the hell out of FPV.
Zach Davis: It ain’t pretty, it ain’t sound but we like it!
Shannan Lerch: Well, this isn’t good.
D-Day lifts FPV up and tries to slam his head off the apron but it's countered! D-Day's head bounces off the apron and then he gets whipped into the steps. He tries for a running knee smash, looking to decapitate D-Day…
Zach Davis: He missed!
D-Day gets out of the way as FPV’s knee takes the full brunt of those steel steps.
D-Day goes over to FPV and starts hammering away with rights, he picks FPV up and peppers away..
Shannan Lerch: Super Kick!
Zach Davis: FPV is out! D-Day gets back into the ring and waits for FPV to get up. It takes FPV a moment but he crawls to the announce table and uses it to get back to his feet.
Shannan Lerch: What's D-Day doin..
Zach Davis: SUICIDE DIVE TROUGH THE ROPES!
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!
Zach Davis: D-Day just crashed and burned into our announce table like a bug off a windshield.
Shannan Lerch: The count is broken too.
FPV takes D-Day and rolls his near lifeless body back into the ring.
Zach Davis: D-Day nearly broke his neck, not even ten seconds ago and he kicks out of a pin. This kid's got balls.
FPV gets right back to it, giving D-Day some tap lessons of his own. Boots to skull, boots to the gut, FPV is going around the world with this one. Pissed off, FPV takes D-Day and whips him into the turnbuckle. FPV charges…
NO ONE HOME!
FPV’s shoulder connects with the ring post as D-Day nearly gets away. D-Day gets his second wind as FPV stumbles out of the buckle, D-Day runs and connects with a spring board enzuigiri.
FPV gets his foot on the bottom rope. D-Day lifts FPV back up and pushes him back into the ropes, connecting with shoulder after shoulder.
Shannan Lerch: It’s like they’re trying to one up each other.
Zach Davis: This is supremacy, of course they are!
D-Day takes to the second rope and starts pounding away..
D-Day motions for the end with a cut throat hand motion but takes just a moment too long as FPV drops down, gets D-Day up and onto his shoulders…
Shannan Lerch: Fall away power bomb!
FPV does the same hand motion and spits at D-Day before taking to the turn buckle!
Zach Davis: Diving head butt from across the ring!
Shannan Lerch: D-Day rolls out the way!
Zach Davis: FPV just busted himself wide open from his head skidding across the mat.
D-Day gets up and locks in an ankle lock. FPV fights, he struggles, ripping at the mat. What seems like forever but he makes it to the ropes!
D-Day keeps the hold, the ref counts.
The Ref pulls D-Day away as FPV uses the buckle to get to his feet. D-Day moves in for the attack but FPV enraged by the blood scoops D-Day off the ground and hits a running spine buster!
Zach Davis: FPV is callin for it! DUSTER TIME BABY!
Shannan Lerch: He picks D-Day up… he hits it!
FPV doesn’t stop there. He gets up and hits another leg drop, again and again. FPV looks over and points to the buckle, nodding his head. The fans are going crazy! FPV walks over to the buckle and undoes the lashing,tearing off the protective pad and exposing the steel eye screw underneath.
FPV goes back over to D-Day, picking him up and bringing him over to the buckle and is ready to smash his head against it.. ..
D-Day rakes the eyes, bloodying up FPV’s vision! A kick to the gut, creates some space between the two men. FPV leans up against the ropes, trying to clear his eyes. D-Day goes for a quick clothesline but FPV somehow manages to low bridge the ropes!
D-Day manages to hang on though and stays on the apron. He swings at FPV, it's ducked…
Zach Davis: FPV guillotines D-Day on that top rope.
Shannan Lerch: FPV is still blinded though, he’s reacting on instinct!
FPV takes D-Day by the head and runs him over to that exposed post.
D-Day's head bounces off the exposed buckle. D-Day is dazed, he's gone, he’s barely hanging on but FPV grabs him by the head and pulls him through the second rope, setting D-Day up..
Both men are down, FPV still trying to get the blood out of his eyes, rolls out of the ring and over to the time keeper, grabbing a bottle of water and pouring it all over his face.
Zach Davis: D-Day is seeing red now too. D-Day's been busted open!
Shannan Lerch: If D-Day wasn’t out cold before, he is now.
It takes a while for FPV to wash away the blood. D-Day finally gets to his feet as FPV answers the five count.
Shannan Lerch: That may have taken FPV till the five count but at least he can see, where as D-Day is still having trouble standing.
D-Day still wobbling, still feeling the effects of the DDT as FPV slides into the ring and charges D-Day.. …
DEAD AND FORGOTTEN!!!
Zach Davis: This is madness!
Shannan Lerch: THIS IS WCF!
Crowd: DUB-CEE-EFF, DUB- CEE- EFF.
Zach Davis: FPV just came back into the ring, thinking he had control of the match, gets hit with Dead and Forgotten out of nowhere and THEN kicks out? I’ll tell ya, after tonight, whoever wins deserves that title.
D-Day can’t believe it! Dead and Forgotten out of nowhere and FPV kicks out?! D-Day starts to argue with the ref for what HAS to be a slow count. That US title should be his right now.
Zach Davis: Don’t argue with the ref, get back on FPV!!
FPV gets to his feet, surprises the unsuspecting D-Day, spinning him around, tripping his legs out, hooking him up…
Zach Davis: NOOO!!!
Shannan Lerch: The Pearly Gates!
Zach Davis: Pearly Gates right into that exposed steel buckle..
Shannan Lerch: FPV retains HIS US TITLE!!
Zach Davis: D-Day's on dream street too, he won’t be happy when he figures that out.
Mr. FPV stands up, as the ref hands him the United States Title.. and he's quickly attacked from behind!
Shannan Lerch: What the hell!?
ROY SPEEDE! Speede is back!
Zach Davis: I thought he was injured!
As Frank goes down, Speede stomps on him repeatedly, sneering down at him. He takes the United States Title and waits as Mr. FPV stands up... once FPV is to his feet, Speede runs at him and smashes him in the head with the US Title!
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on..
The fans are booing like crazy as Speede stands up, taking the blood smeared US Title and raising it high in the air. FPV's tag team partner Brad Kane slides into the ring, ready to attack Speede, but Speede sees him coming and quickly slides out, dropping the US Title before he does. Kane checks on FPV, whose face contorts with anger as he begins to realize what happened.
Zach Davis: I guess the rumors of Roy Speede's injury have been a bit premature... wow.
"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.
Shannan Lerch: It seems that Odin Balfore is back in WCF.
Zach Davis: I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, considering what he did to Corey Black.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why 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 why we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin Balfore leans over the ropes and gets a mic from the time keeper.
Shannan Lerch: The unexpected return of Odin Balfore.
Zach Davis: One of the most disliked men in WCF history, which is saying a lot right there.
The fans settle down so Odin can speak.
Odin Balfore: It comes as no surprise what I did to Corey Broken at Timebomb. Once again, I drove that piece of shit from the WCF.
Odin Balfore: You boo me for that but Corey Black is a man who feels entitled to do what he wants, when he wants. Well, so am I. There’s only room in WCF for one of us to exist and you are looking at him. Leading up to the match, Corey came out here and told you that WCF just wasn’t good enough. That this other place, had greener grass, that the women had bigger tits and made a mean steak sandwich. He told you a lot of things about some other place that WCF doesn’t give a shit about, that I, don’t give a shit about. Well after hearing all that for a week, I pulled some strings and got back into the WCF arena for one more night. It was at Timebomb where I was going to put Corey Broken out on his ass for a second time. Now not to take away from Jonny Fly's accomplishment, after all, Weeping Death was just doing the job and even then Fly barely got it done but he did what he had to do, Corey Broken.. Did.. What he had to do and yet here’s Odin Balfore, doing what he wants to do.
I know that there’s a lot of guys in the back that think they can run loose and do what they please. A lot of you guys think you're bad asses. I’ve read all the Twitter hate, all you internet warriors telling me that I’m not welcome, that nobody wants me here, that I’m not missed. Well I can read that at home on my computer screen, all day everyday because I get more damn hate mail than the entire locker room has fans! The problem with that though, is that I read it all day long but when I get to the arena, there’s not a damn soul that’ll say it to my face! Just like there’s not a soul that’ll say it to Black's face, no one's gonna say it to mine because they know what’ll happen. So that just tells me where you all stand because you’re tough guys in the parameters that Seth allows you to be. You guys are the dog, barred by the electric fence, while I’m the lone wolf, ruling the streets. Now if any of you have a problem with that, I’d say come to this ring right now.
Odin walks over to the ropes and sits on the middle rope to invite members of the roster into the ring. He waits a moment but nothing happens.
Odin Balfore: Just as I thought. Don’t get it twisted though, I didn’t come out here to call ya’ll pussies. I don’t need a camera crew and a microphone or a keyboard or even an expired coupon from Subway to tell all you fucks, exactly what I think about you. I’m not out here to challenge Fly. He’s the product of my hard work in letting other talent that hasn’t been here since the grapes of wrath, get their shot. No, I’m here to call out Corey motha fuckin Broken. The guy who claims he’s better than all of you. The guy I had to lay down for at ONE so he could have his little moment. Ya, that guy. Not Creeping Death, but Corey Black. I laid your ass out at Timebomb and I know you’re watching this so what do ya say we finish this six month feud we got goin on here? No XIII bullshit, no Jay Price, no Seth Lerch, no Torture. Hell, we don’t even need the title. Just you and me. I’ll tell you what though, since you’re busy perusing other interests, I’ll give you till the Pay Per View to give me an answer. That’ll give me enough time to hammer out a contract with Seth for my return and enough time for you to make the proper funeral arrangements cuz there ain’t no more goofy promos, there ain’t no more will is law, no. It's just the baddest motha fucka in WCF history taking on the biggest prima donna in WCF history. You got till Explosion to make a choice, if you puss out and don’t wanna show up, fine. That just tells the world what they already know; that you’re afraid of me and that I.. am better than you.
Odin drops the mic as he exits the ring, his music playing to catch up with him.
Zach Davis: Odin Balfore just challenged Corey Black to a match at Explosion!
Shannan Lerch: Odin planted the seeds for this when he attacked Corey at Timebomb, and now he wants to finish Black off once and for all at Explosion! Will Black accept Balfore's challenge!?
Slam fades to black. Not Corey Black, the color black.