Slam begins by catching Logan entering the arena! He’s entering the building making his way in from the parking lot, fashionably ToT decked out with the brand new “#ROYSPEEDEISABOUDLE” shirt. Logan follows up into a hall, carrying a leather black duffle bag to his side, gawking at the ladies he passes and glaring at the peon stage workers. His attention becomes more than focused when he nearly bumps into Hank Brown whilst turning a corner.
Logan: Whoa, whoa.. watch it boudleface.
Hank Brown steadies the coffee in his hand, almost having dumped it into Logan’s chest.
Logan: So what’s up trashcan? Huh? Stinkin’ things up?
The interviewer is reluctant to answer.
Hank Brown: Nothing… it’s.. uh.. personal.
Logan: Personal?! Babygurl!
Very comforting-like, Logan places a hand over Hank Brown’s shoulder, eyes gazing with sympathy.
Logan: What’s wrong man?
His hand softly caressing Hank Brown’s shoulder, Hank’s bottom lip flutters and his eyes begin flowing with water.
Logan: We go back, Hank.
Hank Brown: My Mom, man, my Mother died this morning.
Logan’s hand falls off Hank’s shoulder and he pats Brown’s back.
Logan: Man… oh man. Haha, oh man.
Browns eyes curiously grow with confusion.
Hank Brown: Did you just laugh?
Logan: What? No, babygurl. That grief is making you loco, man, you’re hearing stuff.
Hank Brown: Eh.. the last time we talked, we uh, had an argument. I wish I could’ve just said goodbye one more time, told her that I was sorry. It’s just not fuckin’ fair.
The Face of Treachery crimps his lips, fighting a burst of enjoyment, obviously amused by Hank’s despair.
Hank Brown: She.. just.. she… ohhhh.
His hands fall into his face and Hank coats them with eye water.
Logan: Hey Hank.
He peers up at Logan, wiping tears from his cheeks.
Hank Brown: Y-y-eah?
Logan: SHUT UP!
Mr. WCF nonchalantly throws his head back and has a chuckle, patting Brown on the back once more before passing by him and continuing on down the hall. Hank follows Logan’s exit with an ever glaring hatred in his eyes.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits once again as Slam comes live on the air! We go to the announcers for the evening.
Zach Davis: What can I say, fans? The more things change, the more they stay the same.... we've gotta talk about it...
Shannan Lerch: The Team of Treachery is back.
Zach Davis: Indeed. The biggest cancer WCF has ever seen has returned, with Logan and Mr. FPV and its helm. I can't even begin to wonder what the hell is going on here, or why this came about. Why did FPV turn his back on Brad Kane? After Kane found out all that information about his wife!?
Shannan Lerch: He didn't, Zach. He just made the decision to join up with Logan, it was nothing personal, I'm sure!
Zach Davis: Whatever. Tonight, with any luck.. and I don't believe I'm saying this.. I hope Gravedigger and Roy Speede kick some ass and stamp out this fire before it starts.
Shannan Lerch: What, so MS-13 can just run rampant instead?! Come on, Zach, at the very least you've got to agree that the ToT is the lesser of two evils.
Zach Davis: I don't even know! Ugh. Not only that but Logan said that they're bringing back friggin JACK OF BLADES! A man whose claim to fame is terrorizing a young girl and basically bringing her to the point of suicide! We don't want him around here!
Shannan Lerch: Let's just see how this whole situation plays out.
Zach Davis: I guess so... moving on, we have a six man match. Of course we do. But this one is for World Title contendership!
Shannan Lerch: Our World Champion, Jonny Fly, teams with Doc Henry and Nic Daniels to take on the team of Sarah Twilight, Johnny Reb, and Jay Price. What a crazy match.
Zach Davis: Of course, if Fly wins, he apparently gets out of defending the Title until God knows when. But if anyone else in the match gets the deciding pinfall, they get a shot at Fly at Aftermath.
Shannan Lerch: Keep in mind, Jay Price.. ugh.. already has his shot at XIII. If Jay wins this match, AND at XIII, what happens then? And if Fly wins tonight but loses at XIII, does he get a Title shot against Price at Aftermath?
Zach Davis: Who knows, Shannan, we'll cross that bridge if and when we get to it. Hey Shannan, by the way..
Shannan Lerch: I KNOW, I know. You're wondering about the status of my brother. Rumors have been circulating about a situation in New York, but I can't discuss it.
Zach Davis: Interesting. If you say so.
Shannan Lerch: MOVING ON, we have quite a match when Odin Balfore goes one on one with Zombie McMorris, the new Internet Champion, in a non-title bout.
Zach Davis: Balfore is going to be in the worst possible mood he could be, I believe. After a distraction by whoever his jackass XIII opponent ends up being, he lost to Ayria Adams last week. That's gotta hurt. And he's gonna take it out on Zombie McMorris tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of Ayria, her win earned her a People's Title shot against Switches. She's built up quite a cult following since beating Balfore!
Zach Davis: The TV Title is also on the line tonight as Gina Caldwell and Jack Slash, two people that also got victories at Explosion, are in a triple threat with the new Champ, Nathan von Liebert. NvL has finally tasted WCF gold, and I'm sure he doesn't want that to end here tonight!
Shannan Lerch: We have a huge clusterfudge of a match, in fact about as clusterfudgy as a match can possibly get. The Mulisha is in action, Tek, Steeltoe Joe, and Eric Price.. against the Weed Homies and Overdose.. against Jeff Purse, Night Rider, and Kendrik Masters. Nine people! This is gonna be insane.
Zach Davis: We have an exhibition match, a fatal fourway. Benjamin Atreyu, Kira Sakazaki, Erin Archer, and Jayway are all in action.. with Kid Phantasm as the special guest ref! Word is that Phantasm is looking to find some partners for a Trios team, and he's scouting here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Benjamin Atreyu seems to think being booked in four ways is a conspiracy to keep him down, but I can tell you for sure, he shouldn't think that, and that there is nothing wrong with four ways.
Zach Davis: ...ahem. Moving on.
Shannan Lerch: In our opener, we'll have Gein Spector going one on one with Waylon Cash! Those guys were going at it online and now they're gonna go at it in the ring!
The lights in the arena go out. Calmness comes over the sold-out crowd. After a few suspense-filling seconds the jumbotron springs to life flashing the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ Loud boos begin to ring out from the crowd as their least favorite WCF superstar prepared to make an appearance. The beginning of “Requiem for a Tower” hits over the loudspeakers and a single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song hits the 50 second mark and the music picks up the lights come on revealing…
Shannan Lerch: There he is! WCF World Heavyweight Champion Jonny Fly is in the house!
Zach Davis: Ugh. I don’t want to have to listen to this asshole.
Fly stands with the WCF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist looking out at the sold out crowd as the pelt him with boos. This reaction brings out Fly’s trademark smirk, obviously relishing in the hate. The music begins to slow down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off. Slowly, and deliberately, Jonny Fly begins to make his way toward the ring ignoring the shouting and taunts from the crowd as he passes down the ramp. The music picks up one last time as Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp. Fly scans the crowd and cracks his trademark arrogant smirk before sliding into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Okay, first off, I want to point out to everyone that despite what you may have heard, I did not have sex with Jonny Fly after Explosion.
Zach Davis: Considering your reputation, I don’t believe you.
Shannan Lerch: Shut up Zach! We only fooled around…a lot…and then his penis went in my…
Zach Davis: SHANNAN! Family show! Stop talking!
Fly is thrown a microphone by Kyle Steel and immediately brings it up to his mouth and begins to talk.
Jonny Fly: Come on, were you all REALLY expecting me to lose at Explosion?
Shannan Lerch: I didn’t!
As impossible as it may seem, the booing gets even louder. Fly pulls the microphone down to his side to wait for the crowd reaction to subside. Finally he holds his hand up to the air and asks for silence.
Jonny Fly: You will all like where this is going, trust me. What I’m about to announce is going to make you all, and every wrestler backstage a little happier.
Zach Davis: What the hell is he talking about?
Jonny Fly: It’s time that we all face the truth; I can’t be beaten. Every week I come out into this ring and make an absolute mockery of whoever my opponent may be. It’s boring. With that being said, there are also some personal things in my life that I need to sort out. I need time away to do that. Therefore, I’m out here to announce that I’m VACATING THE WORLD TITLE and taking an indefinite leave of absence from the WCF.
Zach Davis: WHAT!?
Shannan Lerch: NO!!!!
The crowd explodes into a loud ovation.
Zach Davis: JONNY FLY JUST VACATED THE WCF WORLD TITLE!!
Shannan Lerch: WORESE, HE’S TAKING AN INDEFINITE LEAVE OF ABSENCE!!
Zach Davis: This is certainly going to send shockwaves through the WCF roster!
Fly looks out at the crowd with a blank expression on his face. Slowly, his trademark smirk begins to come back. He soaks in the cheers from the crowd for a few more seconds before bringing the microphone back to his lips.
Jonny Fly: JUST KIDDING! I’m not going anywhere!
Zach Davis: That mother…
Shannan Lerch: HAHAHA!! I LOVE HIM….literally….I love him.
Zach Davis: You can love him all you want, that wasn’t funny at all!
Fly brings the microphone down to his side and can be seen visibly laughing inside the ring. After a few moments he composes himself and begins to speak again.
Jonny Fly: You really think I’m just going to give this belt away? Fuck no. I assume some of you are looking forward to the match later on today that will determine who my next challenger will be. If you are one of those people, please know, you’re a fucking dumbass. My team is going to win tonight, and I’m going to secure the pin. After tonight, you won’t be seeing me until June.
The crowd is mixed in their response. There is some cheering at the idea of Jonny Fly being off television for the next month, but also a fair amount of booing at the thought of not having a World Title defense at the next WCF PPV.
Zach Davis: I can’t believe Seth has given Fly that stipulation. It’s bad business to not have your World Champion defending his title at a PPV. There’s no chance he allows this to happen, right?
Jonny Fly: Some of you are possibly smart enough to realize what I’m saying. I don’t think people are taking me seriously enough when I say; I WILL NOT BE WRESTLING AT XIII.
LOUD BOOS ring out from the crowd. Fly ignores them and continues on.
Shannan Lerch: Corey Black and Jay Price are not going to be happy about this.
Jonny Fly: I promise you that I’m not joking this time. I have a contract from WCF that stipulates I have the authority to opt out of any match not directly booked by Seth Lerch. Corey Black isn’t Seth Lerch. I’m announcing right now that I’m officially opting out of the Main Event at XIII. That’s the end of the discussion. If Jay Price is able to get a pin against my team tonight, then he’ll deserve a shot at the World Title and I’ll see him in Philadelphia for Aftermath. That’s the end of the discussion.
With that Fly simply tosses the microphone onto the ring canvas and slides out of the ring as “Requiem for a Tower” begins to play again over the arena’s PA system. Fly walks toward the back and disappears behind the curtain.
Shannan Lerch: He’s looking good tonight, isn’t he Zach?
Zach Davis: Would you cut that shit out, Shannan. The bigger news is that Fly is invoking a clause in his contract stipulating that Corey Black cannot make him wrestle at XIII. It appears the Main Event of XIII is…dead.
Shannan Lerch: Yep. It’s obvious Fly has no desire to put his World Title on the line simply because Corey Black wants him to. It’ll be interesting to see how Black and Jay Price take this news.
The opening trumpet riff of "White Trash Renegade blares over the PA systems as red and orange strobe lights flash. Suddenly the strobes stop, and Waylon Cash comes running out onto the entrance ramp. He runs back and forth, illiciting cheers from the crowd on either side before dancing his way towards the ring. Sliding under the bottom rope, Waylon runs and jumps onto the second turnbuckle before tossing his hat out into the crowd. He winks at an attractive woman in the crowd before jumping back down to the mat.
Zach Davis: And here comes our first participant of the match, Mr. Waylon Cash. He's looking to be the crowd favorite in his debut here tonight folks.
“I Know” by David Lynch plays on the sound system. Gein Spector walks out slowly, eyes to the ground; ignoring comments being shouted from the crowd. He reaches the end of the ramp then raises his fists up in the air and yells “No Survivors.” Boos rise from the crowd. Gein runs into the ring, jumps on to a turn buckle and trash talks the audience. He jumps off, walks to the opposite turnbuckle and lifts his fists in the air.
Shannan Lerch: The crowd is really hating on this guy right now. You think that'll affect his performance here tonight?
Zach Davis: From looking at his promo he cut this past week, I highly doubt it.
Both Gein and Waylon are in the ring, and coldly stare at each other until the bell rings.
Zach Davis: And here we go, who's gonna' walk out of their debut with the W here tonight?
Cash and Spector lock up in the middle of the ring, both men struggling to get the advantage. Gein gets the upper hand, and scoops Waylon up from his feet for a scoop slam. Waylon quickly gets back up to his feet and runs to Gein for a running tackle, but Gein catches him and slams him down once again. Waylon is a little slower getting to his feet, as Gein sizes him up for something more then a regular old slam, but Waylon thinks fast and lands a hard right onto Geins face.
Zach Davis: And Waylon, gaining control of the situation!
Gein looks at Waylon in anger, and trys to hit him with a lariat, but Waylon catches him with a running calf kick, sending Gein to the ground. Waylon goes for the pin...
Kickout by Gein.
Shannan Lerch: Waylon almost ended it right then and there! What's gonna' happen next?
Waylon trys to get a headlock on Gein while he's still down, but Gein powers out of it, grabbing a hold of Waylons arm as he stands up and gets the chicken wing/rear choke combination going on. Waylon looks like he's in pain, but as the ref asks if he wants to give up, Waylon screams out "NO!" as he manages to pull himself out of the hold.
Zach Davis: Wow! What heart from Mr. Cash here tonight!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, but just look at him, that choke took alot of his breate away, he's losing focus.
As Waylon trys to get his air back, Gein hits him with a running clothesline, sending him to the gorund. Gein goes for the pin.
Thr-no, kickout by Waylon!
Zach Davis: OOOH, so close!
Shannan Lerch: Neither of these men want to back down Zach, it's a matter of pride at this point.
Both men get back up, as Gein gets ready...and Gein looks like he's about to do more damage, until Waylon trys the same thing, sending both men down.
Zach Davis: Whoa, what the fuck?
Waylon quickly gets up to his feet, along with Gein. waylon sizes him up and hits him with the double-arm brainbuster!
Zach Davis: WAYLON HITS THE KILLSHOT!
Waylon goes for it...
Shannan Lerch: Waylon with the win here tonight! Just great, another redneck to have to worry about in WCF right, Zach.
Zach can't hear Shannan, as he's too busy popping along with the crowd in celebration of Waylons victory, as his arm is raised by the ref.
Shannan Lerch: Just friggin' great.
The camera focuses on someone doing a playthrough of one of the later stages of Mass Effect 3. The scene pans out to reveal Erin Archer tapping the buttons furiously in the women’s locker room. Next to her is interviewer Hank Brown. She takes a moment to guzzle her Mountain Dew Code Red before going back to pounding down the buttons. Hank begins to speak.
Hank Brown: I am here with brand new and debuting star, Erin Archer.
She pays no attention to the interviewer.
Hank Brown: In just a few minutes you are going to take part in a fatal four way between yourself Kira Sazaki, Jayway, and Benjamin Atreyu with Kid Phantasm as the special guest referee. What are your thoughts about making a debut in such a hard to win match.
She begins to speak while continuing to play.
Erin Archer: Do you know what I do every time I die in this game?
He looks confused.
Hank Brown: I don’t know.
Erin Archer: I keep my hand on the controller and keep playing until I beat the level. There is no difficulty that is impossible. That is the same case with wrestling matches. I don’t care what they throw at me… I’ll master the level and come out on top. Plus, I have extra lives.
Hank Brown continues the interview as she continues to own on Mass Effect 3.
Hank Brown: With that said, what are your goals here in CWF?
She smiles as she destroys an oncoming enemy in her game.
Erin Archer: I want to unlock achievements.
He looks confused again.
Hank Brown: Achievements?
Erin Archer: You know… challenging myself to unlock the many achievements that are in this game known as CWF. From first woman to hold the world title WITHOUT choking during the final boss battle to small achievements like the Television title achievement. I don’t stop playing at this high difficulty until I have unlocked EVERYTHING.
Hank Brown: You do know that your match is next right.
Erin looks frustrated as she pauses her game and looks at her cell phone time.
Erin Archer: Crap… make sure no one unpauses this.
She then jumps off the chair and heads to the ring.
Zach Davis: Well this should be an interesting match... up next, we've got a four-way match with a special guest referee. Kid Phantasm has been planning his Trios Cup team for weeks now, and apparently he requested this match of non-committed talent to scout out team members.
Shannan Lerch: And we've got a debut in this match, too. Right?
Zach Davis: That's right, Shannan - newcomer Erin Archer debuts-
Shannan Lerch: Did you say 'Aaron' or 'Erin'?
Zach Davis: That's 'Erin Archer', Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: Yuck.
"Ecstasy of Gold" by Ennio Morricone plays on the sound system. The intricate melodies sweeping over the arena. Benjamin Atreyu pushes pass the curtains, Blake Updegraff IV following right behind him, stepping out onto the entrance ramp. Blake Updegraff points at Benjamin, presenting him to the booing crowd.
Kyle Steel: Accompanied to the ring by the C.E.O. of "Future Gods Incorporated" Blake Updegraff IV, weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Benjamin struts down the entrance ramp with a golden microphone in his hand. Blake Updegraff IV has one as well. Smiles spread wide across both of their faces as they climb the steps, and slip between the ropes. Slowly the music quiets, but the hateful crowd does not.
Benjamin Atreyu: I see we have a lot of ungrateful bastards in the crowd tonight.
Atreyu pauses for a moment as the booing overwhelms him, and eventually dies down.
Benjamin Atreyu: I come out here. I risk my life on a weekly basis. I compete in unfair matches.
Blake Updegraff IV: Disgustingly unfair.
Benjamin Atreyu: And despite my iron will, and heroic perseverance, you all still feel righteous enough to boo me.
Benjamin stops for a second, allowing the crowd to demonstrate.
Blake Updegraff IV: Listen up mental midgets; you will show Benjamin Atreyu the respect he deserves when he is speaking! You should all be bowing in respectful silence as Benjamin Atreyu graces you with his very existence. Seeing Benjamin Atreyu tonight will be the highlight of your month, and none of you appreciate it. Benjamin Atreyu is right. You are the most ungrateful people in existence.
Benjamin Atreyu: It doesn’t surprise me. Considering that the WCF has shown a lack of any regard for Wrestler safety, it makes sense that their fans would be the type of fans who respect nothing. Sure, you all cheer when the ass-kissers prance around out here, spouting their tired catchphrases, and jerking each other off, but when you are lucky enough to be present for the rise of a true star… you boo, you spit at me, you say the most horrible things you can think of, and why? Because you wish you WERE me. Your jealousy, the collective jealousy of this crowd is a festering sore. It burns, and itches, and it won’t let you be. You lay in bed at night dreaming of the man you wish you could be. You stare at your morning cup of coffee, kiss your hideous wife and think ‘If only I was more like Benjamin Atreyu.’ You go to work with that pain lingering deep inside your chest, and it turns you all into bitter, resentful embarrassments.
The crowd erupts in hatred as Atreyu and Updegraff beam with pride.
Blake Updegraff IV: Now, it’s no surprise that you’re all disgusting, but we’ve recently received some woefully unprofessional treatment from a source we didn’t expect. The WCF itself has done everything it can to hold back the career of this amazing young talent. These outrageously dangerous fatal four way matches are placing my client at a disadvantage, and shortening his career. Seeing as how the management here refuses to answer any of my letters, we have had no choice but to come out here, and fight the fight of the disenfranchised. WCF, tonight Benjamin Atreyu is competing under protest!
With that, Blake drops his mike, and grabs something from the time keeper at ringside. Blake walks to the center of the ring, and unfurls a black t-shirt, with white lettering that simply read: Competing Under Protest. With a smug grin, Atreyu slides it over his muscular frame. Updegraff climbs out of the ring as they await the first opponent.
Zach Davis: Well would you look at that, Shannan... Atreyu's found a stupid cause to support!
Shannan Lerch: And his manager... wow, what an a jerk. How rich do you think he is, anyway?
"Holla 2 The World" by MVP begins playing over the loudspeaker. The lights turn gold and Jayway appears on the stage in his wrestling gear.
Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at two hundred fifty-two pounds... JAYWAY!
Zach Davis: And here comes Jayway. He hasn't found much success here in WCF yet, Shannen... what do you make of his chances in this one?
Shannan Lerch: He's definitely the biggest in this match, but I don't think he's got much staying power... and he lost to a girl last week at Explosion. I'm looking at this match and I'm ashamed to say I'm pulling for the Japanese guy.
Zach Davis: Ashamed to say?
Shannan Lerch: Well... not to stereotype, but... you know.
The lights go down as PowerGlove’s cover of the X-Men theme song hits the P.A system. Blue and Gold lights blink on the rampway as the song picks up and Erin Archer’s silhouette appears onstage. Once the main theme hits the lights go up and Erin runs across the ramp and jumps up in the air and lands on the walkway. She then runs down the walkway and slides into the ring. She gets on the top turnbuckle and throw up a piece sign before hopping off the turnbuckle and into the middle of the ring.
Kyle Steel: And in this corner, weighing in at one hundred seven pounds... ERIN ARCHER!
Zach Davis: Quite an entrance for Ms. Archer...
Shannan Lerch: Ugh. My brother will hire anything, won't he?
Zach Davis: I wish I could argue with you.
Chance! by UVERworld hits the speakers...
Kyle Steel: And the final competitor... accompanied by Haruna Sakazaki, weighing in at one hundred ninety-nine pounds... KIRA SAKAZAKI!
Kira walks towards the ring at a usual pace. Haruna walks behind Kira while she plays with some bird feathers. In the middle of ramp he does his 'signature greeting'. Kira enters the ring while Haruna waits on the ringside. Kira climbs to the second turnbuckle and raises his arms to the crowd.
Zach Davis: And here's Kira Sakazaki! He was a semi-finalist in the WCF Television Title Tournament last month, and many would say a favorite to win this match.
Shannan Lerch: Not to mention the only one of these three that's even kind of do-able. Is that his girl or what?
Zach Davis: You mean his sister, Haruna?
Shannan Lerch: Oh, alright... now that's a close family. I didn't know those kinky animes were based in reality.
Zach Davis: Each week you find new ways to disgust me, Shannan.
Kyle Steel: And now, introducing the special guest referee for this contest...
"From Out of Nowhere" by Faith No More begins playing over the PA.
Zach Davis: New music for Kid Phantasm?
The curtain parts and out come Kid Phantasm and Nightmare. They are wearing the GEW Deathmatch Title belt on one arm each, strapping their arms together in a ridiculous fashion. They wave to the crowd on their way down to ringside.
Shannan Lerch: And who is this bitch?
Kyle Steel: ...being accompanied to the ring by Nightmare... KID PHANTASM!
Zach Davis: We're being told that this woman wearing the face makeup here is Nightmare... she comes to us from GEW in New Orleans. Apparently not only is she Kid Phantasm's girlfriend, but also his tag team partner.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, whatever. She doesn't look like much.
Zach Davis: Well it looks like she's coming over here, Shannan... perhaps you two can work this out.
Nightmare sits at the announce position, then puts on a headset.
Nightmare: Testing, one... two. Hello, WCF.
Zach Davis: Uh, nice to meet you... Nightmare, is it?
Shannan Lerch: Where'd you get the full body condom, anyway?
Nightmare: It's body armor, and I made it. Where'd you get the heartbreaking look of disillusionment in your eyes?
Shannan Lerch: Oh... you're commenting on it.
Kid Phantasm wisely gets out of the way and lets the fight unfold... Atreyu heads right for Kira, locking up with him and tossing him across the ring. Archer and Jayway trade blows for a minute, then Jayway gets tossed out of the ring.
Zach Davis: So Nightmare, what exactly are you and Kid Phantasm hoping to see here tonight?
Nightmare: Phantasm's got a plan for the Trios Cup, and before the night's over we'll announce who will be our third team member.
Shannan Lerch: Here's hoping you don't pick this Archer girl. Two girls in ridiculous outfits? It's not a costume party, it's a wrestling tournament!
Nightmare: Oh, trust me - she's not getting anywhere near my Kid. I don't trust that bitch for a second.
Zach Davis: Hey, Shannan, I think you two might have something in common; irrational hatred for the new girl!
Atreyu whips Kira into the ropes. Kira leaps over Atreyu, then catches him on the return trip with a Shining Wizard. Archer follows Jayway out of the ring... Kid Phantasm yells to them to bring it back inside. When he turns his attention back to the fight inside the ring, he misses Blake Updegraff IV firing a blast of pepper spray in Jayway's face.
Zach Davis: And Benjamin Atreyu's manager has inserted himself into this match! Kid Phantasm just missed that blatant shot of pepper spray!
Shannan Lerch: That's the kind of stuff that happens when you've got a four-way match and an unqualified ref.
Nightmare: I hate to agree with this tart, but Kid's not a professional referee by any means. He's got plenty of other skills, though...
Archer comes from out of nowhere with a rolling shoulder block from off the ring apron, nailing Blake Updegraff IV. Archer then takes advantage of the blinded Jayway, taking him down with a rough kick to the head and nailing him with a corkscrew moonsault. In the ring, Kira tosses Atreyu into the turnbuckles and chases him in with a back elbow... Atreyu moves out of the way, then grabs Kira from behind and nails him with a pump handle slam.
Zach Davis: And this newcomer, Erin Archer, seems to be putting on a show here for the fans at ringside!
Shannan Lerch: If she's not careful she'll get counted out here... not sure where her head's at.
Nightmare: Yes, what a shame that'd be.
Shannan Lerch: And they call me a bimbo!
Archer rolls Jayway into the ring. Atreyu hits Kira with a german suplex with a bridge, but a quick-moving Erin Archer breaks up the count at 2.
Nightmare: That's right, Kid - keep that skank honest!
Zach Davis: Our first near-fall of the match. Benjamin Atreyu is on fire tonight... looks like his protest is giving him new life.
Shannan Lerch: Too bad about his manager, though. That nerdy slut mussed up his Italian suit.
Jayway is up but still rubbing at his eyes. Kid goes to check on him and gets slugged in the face by a half-blind Jayway... Phantasm goes down. Archer rolls Atreyu up into an inside cradle, but no count is given. Kira finally runs in and breaks it up.
Zach Davis: Phantasm got taken down in a case of mistaken identity there!
Nightmare: Or was it?
Shannan Lerch: I wouldn't let my man get pushed around like that.
Zach Davis: ...yes you would!
Kira runs over and nails Jayway with the Path Of The Moon (running russian leg sweep). He goes for a cover - at a one count, Archer picks him up and throws him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Erin Archer's taking care of business here!
Shannan Lerch: Somebody do something!
Nightmare: Don't tempt me.
Atreyu runs towards Archer and gets backdropped over the top rope. Erin Archer begins to climb the top rope.
Zach Davis: Jayway is down and Kira and Atreyu are outside the ring! Erin Archer's gotta be going for her corkscrew 630 splash, 'The Cake Is A Lie'!
Shannan and Nightmare: That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.
Shannan Lerch: Jinx!
As Archer leaps down, Atreyu grabs Jayway by his head and pulls him over. Archer lands hard across Jayway's knees and rolls out of the ring. Benjamin Atreyu rolls into the ring and easily scoops Jayway up into an inverted fireman's carry, laying him out with Requiem In D Minor. He goes for a cover.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match... BENJAMIN ATREYU!
Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu has done it! He's won his first match here on Slam.
Shannan Lerch: And under protest, no less.
Nightmare: If you'll excuse me, sir and 'lady'...
Zach Davis: I guess she's going to check on the Kid.
Shannan Lerch: Well she'd said they were scouting for the Trios Cup, right? Maybe this is their big announcement.
As the ring clears from the match, Kid Phantasm grabs a microphone from ring announcer Kyle Steel. Nightmare rolls into the ring to join him.
Zach Davis: Well I guess you were right, Shannan. There's a first time for everything.
Kid Phantasm: So Nightmare and I have done a lot of thinking... among other things... and we've figured out a plan for the Trios Cup. All of these competitors that weren't Jayway put up a tremendous effort tonight. We thought about who we could work with... we thought about who we could become friends with. We even thought about who would sound the coolest teamed up with us. And we finally decided that if we're gonna do this - and we are definitely doing this, as pudding's not going to eat itself out of that trophy - then we're going to do it big.
Zach Davis: What does he mean, 'do it big'?
Shannan Lerch: What does he mean about pudding eating itself?
Kid Phantasm: Fans of the Wrestling Championship Federation, we are pleased to announce... come this May, in the Trios Cup, the Unstable Elements will be joined by none other than...
Nightmare grabs the microphone.
Nightmare: WCF WORLD CHAMPION JONNY FLY!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
MASSIVE boos ring out from the crowd. Without any music introduction Jonny Fly struts onto the stage.
Shannan Lerch: I take back everything mean I might have ever said about these two - that's the smartest thing anyone's said on this show all night.
Fly stops onto the stage and smirks at the reaction from the crowd. He begins walking down the ramp pointing at the World Title belt around his waist. Fly slides into the ring and walks over to Kid Phantasm and shakes his hand. He then moves toward Nightmare and shakes her hand. Nightmare hands Fly the microphone and he turns and smiles out at the crowd.
Jonny Fly: I sense that you guys are happy to see me again!
Crowd: BOOO! FUCK YOU FLY! BOOO!
Jonny Fly: I've been sitting around watching all of these Trios Cup Tournament teams forming and I really feel that they are all lacking one critical element. ME! I'm here to officially announce that the most dominant wrestler this company has ever seen will be joining the equally talented team of the Unstable Elements...
The crowd continues to boo. Fly pauses briefly, before continuing.
Jonny Fly: To all of the other teams that will be competing, you are unmistakably now underdogs. Please proceed as such.
Fly drops the microphone and flashes his trademark smirk. Fly, accompanied by Kid Phantasm and Nightmare, the new Trios Cup team, begins to make their way toward the back.
Zach Davis: Well folks, you heard it here first... this May in the Trios Cup it'll be Jonny Fly and the Unstable Elements.
The camera view switches from ringside to backstage, as an interesting interruption has occurred. Gravedigger is standing outside his lockerroom, back to the camera. The body language of the Hardcore Champion radiated cold anger. But for what?
Zach Davis: We cannot see what is making Gravedigger so angry.
The cameraman understands this, and moves to the right side of the champ, giving viewers a clear view of the disturbance. In GD's right hand is one, square card with a picture of Chester on the front. And there was a whole bag of these cards hanging on the door.
Zach Davis: I bet you the rest of MS-13, or atleast the members we know about, are on those cards too.
Shannan Lerch: What are they?
Zach Davis: Green Cards.
Shannan Lerch: But they aren't green-- hey look at the chair!
Propped up on the door was a simple steel chair, but on this one a note was attached. The camera zooms in on it so it can be seen, while Gravedigger reads it from above, a sneer on his face.
I figured you needed this chair tonight; you usually do to win big matches. And please, I beg of you, give out those cards to your illegals. Hate to see what happens when they get deported and you're left to face Oblivion by yourself without backup.
Your Friend, NvL
Gravedigger shakes his head, and rips the bag off the wall, tossing it off camera. He then kicks the chair down, a second kick sending it too off screen. Looking at the green card in his hand, he flicks it onto the floor and disappears into his locker room without a second glance.
Zach Davis: A message to Gravedigger from the Television Champion..
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, I'd like to see-- EWW!
Zach Davis: What?
Shannan Lerch: Look!
After Gravedigger had disappeared into his locker room, the camera had panned over to focus on the green card with Chester's face on it. And now a rat, pure black with blood red eyes, had appeared out of no where, and picked up the card. The bag with the rest of the cards had vanished, but they were soon seen again because in the distance at the end of the hallway stood NvL, watching with bag in hand. The rat runs up to him, drops the card into his open palm, and climbed up his arm. With what appears to be one final smile from Nathan, he turns, and exits stage right.
Shannan Lerch: Why does he have a rat?
Zach Davis: There are bigger questions that need to be answered. But I guess we have to wait for answers.
Shannan Lerch: Well, Zach our next match is guaranteed to be full of action!!
Zach Davis: Why is that, Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: Our next match will be a three on three on three match!
Zach Davis: You mean a nine man, three team match?
Shannan Lerch: Exactly!
Zach Davis: This match will defiantly have full of action!!
Who runs this by Kingspade rings throughout The WCF Arena. There is a mixed reaction, from the crowd. The lights go out and then on the screen you see a hand that is holding five fingers up and every second that goes past and a finger goes down, till the index finger and the middle finger is held up. The camera goes to the stage there are three figures standing there. They put a gold spot light the figures standing there and it shows a man wearing long black basketball shorts and wearing a black pair of DC shoes and wearing a black and white LA dodger hat with a water bottle in hand.
Standing next to him is Steeltoe Joe and Eric Price. Joe wears leather biker pants with arm bands and Light Steeltoe Boots, modified for wrestling. He is sporting a pair of “Cheap” sunglasses. Eric Price is wearing Usually a full suit, vest, and tie with sunglasses. Stage begins to flicker with white lights and neon blue flashes mixed in the flickers. Fog fills the stage. The Mulisha then walks down the ramp. Tek bob his head, as he takes a drink from his water bottle. He has a black baseball bat, in his right hand. Eric Price makes his way to the ring at a jovial pace as he goes to each side of the audience and slaps hands with them. The Mulisha gets to the ring steps where they stop. Steeltoe Joe does a Catholic Crucifix motion and then walks up the steps and into the ring. He climbs up two turnbuckles and does the same crucifix motion and raises his arms and points towards Heaven. Tek enters the ring as well does Eric Price. All three walk to the center, of the ring, and look around The WCF Arena, as black smoke slowly falls down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Now, that's one team....
"Homies" by ICP starts playing as flashes of green fly across the entrance and out step Bo and Bong the Weed Homies. They pass a doobie between themselves as they walk towards the ring. When they reach the ring they put out what's left, of the joint. Bo puts the roach into his back right pocket, right before they pull out Bud Light Lime beers out of their back pockets and shotgun them. they toss the bottles, before sliding into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Some teams have their pre-match warm-ups, but I guess The Weed Homies have theirs.
Zach Davis: Speaking of Weed Homies, here comes their partner...
The lights in the WCF Arena fade, making the arena pitch black except for a green glow, fogged with a layer of smoke. The screen on top of the titan tron is showing t.v. snow. Suddenly Headup by The Deftones echoes throughout the arena. When the song kicks in, there is a huge explosion of pyros and out walks Overdose. There is a lit joint in between his lips.
Zach Davis: I thought WCF had an anti-drug policy?!
Shannan Lerch: Seriously, Zach?! Are you serious?! Seth Lerch runs WCF. THERE IS NO DRUG POLICY.... well except for guys he doesn't like, sometimes.
The screen is now playing clips of Overdose in various situations while flashes of cocaine, marijuana and pills play in between. Overdose is dressed in a black suit jacket and black slacks. There is white powder streaks on the sleaves. Obviously tweaking, Overdose keeps scratching his nose as he storms down to the ring. There is an obvious intensity in his eyes. When he reaches the ring, he leaps onto the apron than leaps over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring, take a large pull and puts both arms out and tilts his head back. The arena flashes green as Overdose exhales. He than drops the joint and stomps it out. The arena is still glowing green as The Human Heroin walks to the south end of the ring reaches over the ropes and grabs the mic. He walks to the center of the ring and scratches his nose one more time. The lights turn on.
Shannan Lerch: Team Stoner is in the ring!
Zach Davis: Shannan!!
Shannan Lerch: What?!
Zach Davis: That's not nice!!
Shannan Lerch: Who cares!! The next team are on their way to the ring....
The sound of motorcycles begin to roar out as "Orion" by Metallica begins to play and The WCF Arena rattles with cheers. Pyro explode down the entrance ramp, as silhouettes of Night Rider and Kendrick Masters. On the Jumbotron various clips of AoD scenes flash. Onnica and Angel Fyre walk behind them. e 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. On the Jumbotron various clips of AoD scenes flash. Onnica, his manager follows behind him. They make their way down the ramp to the ring in a slow strut. They walk up the steel ringsteps, to the ring apron. Both men step on the bottom rope, and lifts the middle rope for Onnica and Angel Fyre to enter the ring. After the girls are in the ring, they enter the ring. When they enter the ring, fireworks fire off again. After getting a look at the crowd from each section of ropes, they look down the ramp waiting for their partner.
Zach Davis: Here comes Jeff Purse....
Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him. He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time.
Zach Davis: Now, with everyone in the ring, let get this match underway...
Shannan Lerch: Bo Stoned and Night Rider begin the match.
They circle the ring. They rush into each other....
Bo Stoned stomps down onto Rider's right boot, before poking him in his left eye....
...before slamming the big man down with a spinebuster.
Zach Davis: Night Rider hits the mat hard with a spinebuster, delivered by Bo Stoned.
Night Rider stands up and Stoned nails the big man with an overhand right. But, Rider throws an heavy right haymaker, in response. Back and forth both men throws lefts and rights. Rider strikes Stoned with a forearm smash and a karate chop to the top, of the head before....
Shannan Lerch: A dropkick by Night Rider!
Rider grabs Stoned and nails him with a clothesline. Stoned gets up and Rider grabs him and tosses him into the ropes...
Zach Davis: Bo Stoned reverses the Irish Whip and tosses Night rider into the ropes.
Night Rider bounces off the ropes and comes in screaming, knocking Stoned down with a shoulder block. Rider picks up Stoned and Irish Whips him into the ropes. Rider goes for a clothesline, but misses. Stoned stops and catches Rider off guard with a bulldog.
Shannan Lerch: A lot of action, early in this match. Rider is down. Bo Stoned goes over and tags in Bong.
Bong enters the ring, but Night Rider notices Bong come in running....
Zach Davis: Night Rider catches Bong with a side slam. Rider tags in Jeff Purse.
Bong stands up and both men circle each other. They collide into each other.
Shannan Lerch: They hook up with an collar and elbow tie-up!
With a considerable amount of size difference, bong pushes Purse into a corner. WCF Senior Referee Stanley moser tries to get in between Bong and Jeff Purse.
Stanley Moser: Alright, you two. Enough!! Break it up!!
Moser forces Bong to let go, before....
Zach Davis: Bong takes a HU-U-UGE swipe at Jeff Purse, but hits nothing but turnbuckle...
Purse moved out of the way, from the clubbing right fist.
Purse hits Bong with a spinning heel kick. Bong just stumbles back. Purse flies towards the ropes and springsboards off the ropes and hits Bong with a clothesline, but all Bong did was brush off the hit and laughs!
Shannan Lerch: The last two shots has barely no effect!!
Bong, with a wild look in his eyes, cracks his neck and snarls at Purse. Jeff Purse just snickers before flying towards the ropes. Purse bolts towards Bong. the big man is waiting, but Purse slides un between the big legs of Bong and....
Zach Davis: In a quick move Jeff Purse dropkicks Bong's leg from underneath him. The big man hits the mat.
Jeff Purse takes this opportunity and flies for a corner and climbs up the turnbuckles. As Bong is still on the mat, facedown, Purse flies off the top turnbuckle nad...
Shannan Lerch: MOONSAULT!!
Purse flies towards the boards and springboards off the ropes and hits another moonsault.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse is in full motion and it looks like he is going for an ankle lock.
Bong begins to laugh as he flips around and kicks off Jeff Purse. Purse charges at Bong, who just smashes Purse with a swinging double fist to the skull of Purse.
Shannan Lerch: That massive double fist causes Jeff Purse to hit the mat, like a ton of bricks!!
Bong picks up a limp Jeff Purse...
Bong hits a scoop slam. Purse hits the mat. Bong flies towards the ropes and flies into the air....
Zach Davis: A flying headbutt by the big man.
The headbutt collides with Purse's left shoulder. Bong picks up Purse and nails him hard with a clothesline. Bong, once again picks up Jeff Purse and hits him with a spinebuster.
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse is almost out of it!!
Bong Irish whips Jeff Purse into a corner....
Zach Davis: Bong didn't notice that he just Irish whipped Jeff Purse into the corner of The Mulisha.
Bong walks over to Purse, but Steeltoe Joe tags in himself, by tagging Bong!!
Shannan Lerch: Smart move by Joe. Tagging Bong, which causes him to have to leave the ring and go after the smaller man.
Steeltoe Joe quickly goes for the pin. Moser slides in, but Kendrik Masters and Overdose rushes in, to stop the potential pin attempt. Overdose and Masters just stare into each others eyes, right before they....
Zach Davis: Overdose and Kendrik Master are smashing each other with massive lefts and rights!!
The crowd boos, as Stanley Moser tries to break up the action. Meanwhile, Steeltoe Joe motions for Tek to get to the top rope.
Shannan Lerch: Steeltoe has Jeff Purse bent over his knees. Tek flies off the top turnbuckle.....
Zach Davis: Tek flies off and lands with a legdrop across the body of Jeff Purse!!
The crowd roars. The referee rushes to Steeltoe Joe who is making a pinning attempt...
Shannan Lerch: How in the blue hell, did Jeff Purse kick out of that!!
Steeltoe picks up Purse and....
Steeltoe Joe kicks Purse in the mid-section and picks him up and nails him with belly to belly suplex!! Joe picks up Jeff Purse and drags him over to his corner and tags in Eric Price.
Zach Davis: Joe Irish whips Purse into the ropes but....
Shannan Lerch: Kendrik Masters just tag himself in. Masters bolts over to Steeltoe Joe, but he leaves the ring.
As Masters snarls at Joe, Price creeps around Masters....
With the referee being distracted by the screaming Steeltoe Joe, Eric Price nails Masters with a low blow. Then, in a swift motion...
Zach Davis: An inverted ddt!! Now, Eric Price is stomping down onto Masters with multiple stomps!
Price picks up Masters and Irish whips him into the ropes and goes for a backbody drop, but dips down too early...
Shannan Lerch: Masters nails Price with an elbow to the back of the neck!! Now, Kendrik Master is picking up Eric Price!!
Zach Davis: Kendrik Master just slammed Eric Price almost through the ring, with an awesome chokeslam!!
Master goes for the pin. Stanley Moser slides in....
Crowd: THREE-EE.... NO-O-O-O!!
Overdose runs in and breaks up the pin. Stanley Moser walks Overdose back to his corner. But, Tek runs in and slams down a quick legdrop across the back of the neck of Kendrik Masters. Tek takes this chance and drags Price to the corner, of the Mulisha. Moser turns around to see Tek tag himself in.
Shannan Lerch: Tek goes for the pin....
Crowd: THREE-EE.... NO-O-O-O!!
Overdose runs in and breaks up the pin. Stanley Moser walks Overdose back to his corner, but starts to yell at Overdose!!
Stanley Moser: I'm not going to tell yopu again!! I'm the damn referee!! I'm the law, in this ring!! YOU WILL LISTEN TO MY ORDERS!!!
That gives Tek and Steeltoe Joe a perfect time to double team on Kendrik Masters, Masters gets Irish whipped into the ropes. Tek and Joe are waiting to hit him with a double clothesline, but Masters comes screaming off the ropes and....
Zach Davis: Masters nails both men with a double clothesline on both men!!
Masters grabs Steeltoe Joe and tosses him out of the ring. Masters Irish whips Tek into the corner of The Weed Homies.
Shannan Lerch: Kendrik Masters wants Overdose in the ring!!
The crowd roars for the chance to see them go at it!! Overdose tags Tek and enters the ring. Tek falls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Masters and Overdose clubs each other with thunderous and massive lefts and rights!
Overdose Irishwhips Masters into the ropes...
Shannan Lerch: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Overdose picks up Masters and...
Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER!!!
Overdose picks up Kendrik Masters again...
Shannan Lerch: Overdose smashes Masters on the mat with a vertical suplex!!
Overdose just stands there twitching and rubbing his nose. He begins to scratch his right forearm. Overdose grabs Masters and tosses him into a corner....
Overdose looks and stares, whiling pointing his right index finger at....
Zach Davis: NIGHT RIDER HAS BEEN TAGGED IN!!
The crowd is worked up in a frenzy!!
Shannan Lerch: Clothesline!!
Zach Davis: Dropkick by Rider!!
Shannan Lerch: Shoulder block by Night Rider!!
Zach Davis: A belly to belly suplex by Rider onto Overdose!!
Night Rider picks up Overdose, who is a bit wobbly, but manages to kick Rider in the mid-section and...
Shannan Lerch: DROPKICK BY OVERDOSE!!
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!!! HERE COMES EVERYONE!!
Night Rider stands up. Overdose takes a wild swing at Rider, but misses. Rider grabs Overdose and nails him with a powerslam. Rider grabs Overdose and takes him to the corner and pciks him up and has him on the top turnbuckle.
Shannan Lerch: Night Rider just nailed The Drop of Death on Overdose!!
Night Rider executed a face first DDT, from the top turnbuckle on Overdose!! Steeltoe Joe nails his Batism, a perfectly executed is a “Spinning” Rock Bottom on Jeff Price. Kendrik Masters nails his "The Irresistible Force, Super Tiger Bomb on Bo Stoned. Eric Price hits Bong with an Inverted Death Valley driver...
Zach Davis: Ca$h Flow!!
Tek flies off the top turnbuckle and lands with a hard 450 splash...
Night Rider covers Overdose with an pin attempt....
Shannan Lerch: In the midst of all the chaos, we have a pin attempt!!
Zach Davis: Rider is making the pin attempt. Stanley Moser slides in for the pin count...
Shannan Lerch: There you have it! The Angels of Death pick up the victory!
Rider stands as the referee raises his arm. Purse also enters the ring to get his arm raised, as well as Masters.
Zach Davis: Great showing by these three, and that has to be good for Purse and Night Rider as they head into Aftermath and their shot to regain the Tag Team Titles.
The Weed Homies are walking towards the back when the lights go out. "Runnin with the Devil" by Van Halen starts playing as the Videotron reads. I'm In!. The Weed Homies start high fiveing each other and yelling out "He's back!" as the leave the arena.
The camera cuts backstage, where Roy Speede is walking down the hall. He stops at the door to one of the wrestlers’ personal locker rooms, knocks three times, and cracks the door open. He pulls the door shut and turns around awkwardly when he feels a hand on his shoulder, and looks over to see Erin Archer standing in front of him. Erin takes a sip of her Mountain Dew Code Red.
Erin Archer: Sup?
Roy Speede: Nothing, I was just looking for... Wait a second, aren’t you that new girl... Archer, uh... Erin, right?
He sighs in relief that he thought of her name.
Erin Archer: Yep. That be I. If you want to buy me armor in World of Warcraft... you are a little too late.
Roy rubs his temples and looks at her confusedly.
Roy Speede: I’m sorry, but, um... what? I just wanted to talk to you about that match you just fought. You have a lot of talent in the ring, young lady.
She nods at him.
Erin Archer: Thanks Ray. I appreciate that... and there is more where that came from.
Roy Speede: Uhh... It’s Roy. But good to hear that you’re not going to bail out after just one match like most of these people. So, uh, anyway, I hear there’s a tournament coming up for trios of wrestlers to compete, and I was wondering if you wanted to see about finding a third person and teaming up?
Erin puts her index finger on her chin.
Erin Archer: What should Erin Archer do? Should Erin Archer team up with Roy the Wonder Boy? Or should Erin Archer decide that she needs to focus on singles competition?
Roy can’t help but chuckle at her little joke.
Roy Speede: Uh... What are you doing?
Erin Archer: Erin Archer is wanting to join in the third person.
Roy Speede: Uh, okay... Erin Archer has now joined Roy Speede’s... uh... party?
Erin pulls out a replica buster sword from outside her dressing room and spins it above her head.
Erin Archer (singing): Da-Da Duh-Da-Ta-da!
Erin then puts the Buster sword to the side.
Erin Archer: Okay, now we just got to find our third party member. Come in, let’s discuss strategy.
Roy steps aside and lets her step inside first, and then follows. Once inside, he looks around, and then back at her.
Roy Speede: So I take it you really like video games, huh?
Erin Archer: They are cool... I guess.
She then stops and points at Roy.
Erin Archer: Has anyone ever told you that you look like that werewolf guy?
She stops to think for a moment. Roy rolls his eyes.
Erin Archer: You know... Seth Green?
Roy Speede: Oh, that’s who you meant! Um... No, I don’t think so. I guess that’s... not such a bad thing.
He shakes his head for a moment, and then looks back up at her.
Roy Speede: But I don’t even have red hair?
The shot cuts back to the ring before an answer can be given.
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.
Kyle Steel: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship! In the ring, weighing in at two hundred twenty-nine pounds, he is the Television Champion, Nathon von Liebert!
"A Gorey Demise" by Creature Feature hits the PA. Jack walks out to the entrance ramp. He looks around at the fans, with a sadistic smile on his face. He then seems to talk to several people near him who either aren't there or can't be seen, and then runs into the ring. Once in the ring, he again talks to the people who aren't there, or can't be seen, and waits for the bell.
Kyle Steel: And his opponents, first, from Greystone Park State Hospital, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, Jack Slash!
The lights dim and “More Human Than Human” by White Zombie Hits and the lights start moving through the crowd flashing red and green. Gina Caldwell then walks out with her hands in the air looking really full of herself. She then chuckles at the boos and walks down into the ring and slides in and gets on the top rope and yells at the fans as she raises her arms.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent, she is from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, ‘The Canadian Bombshell’ Gina Caldwell!
< DING-DING-DING! >
Zach Davis: Here we go!
NvL goes right after Slash, and the two lock up as Gina steps back and watches the two. NvL gets the upper hand and hits him with an elbow to the face. Slash staggers back into the ropes and bounces off before dropping NvL with a clothesline. Slash gets to his feet and Gina drops him with a clothesline of her own.
Shannan Lerch: Whoo, go Gina!
Zach Davis: Try not to show any sexist bias, Shannan. Geez.
NvL gets to his feet as Gina turns around, and the two stare one another down. NvL motions for Gina to bring it on, and the Canada native charges forward. NvL drops her with a big boot, and raises his arms in the air only to be clubbed in the back by Jack Slash. Slash grabs hold of NvL and hits him with a DDT, and goes for the pin.
Shannan Lerch: Close.
Gina grabs hold of Slash and pulls him up as best she can the man almost twice her size. As Slash gets up, Gina kicks him in the gut, and drives an elbow into his forehead, but Slash shoves her away into the ropes, and on the rebound catches her with a spinebuster. NvL grabs Slash as he’s on his knees and sets him up. Piledriver! He pins.
Zach Davis: Close, again! NvL almost retained.
NvL gets to his feet and drives a boot to the chest of Slash, and then a second, and then turns around to see Gina waiting for him. She drops him with a jumping knee to the face, and he lands right on top of the Slash. She turns around to taunt the crowd, but the referee counts it as a pin attempt.
Gina realizes what’s going on and pulls NvL off of him. He shoves her with his boot, and gets to his feet as she comes running forward, and he spins and whips her into the ropes. On the rebound he drops her with a spinning roundhouse kick and pins.
Slash makes the save, and gets to his feet.
Shannan Lerch: Smart wrestling here, everyone realizing they have to make the saves to stay in this.
Slash grabs NvL, and the two lock up for a moment before NvL shoves him away, Slash goes back after him only to receive a fist to the face. Slash returns the favor and punches NvL. NvL punches Slash! Slash punches NvL! Slash punches NvL again! Gina rolls Slash up for a pin!
NvL with the save, and he sets up Gina for a powerbomb of some sort. Sit out powerbomb! Slash is to his feet though, and NvL spins around in time to see Slash waiting for him and counter the hard shot with a knee to the gut, and whips Slash toward the ropes as Gina is getting toward her feet. NvL moves out of the way as Slash comes back, going for a Clothesline to Gina. Gina moves out of the way however and hits a Jumping Knee to Slash, sending him out of the ring. As she turns back to NvL he hits her with the Straight Jacket Drop!
Zach Davis: There it is!
NvL pins Gina, hooking her leg.
Shannan Lerch: And NvL retains the TV Title!
Nathan's music hits as he stands, grinning ear to ear.
Zach Davis: Great Title defense by the Champ. Still not sure what he's up to with Gravedigger but maybe we'll see.
The jumbotron breathes life and cuts the audience to a live backstage feed. The camera follows Logan decked out in wrestling attire, pacing a hole into the hallways floor. The tron splits in half, keeping the feed of Logan to one side whilst playing new footage on the other.
Zach Davis: Oh boy..
The left side shows Gravedigger slowly walking down the hall with Dobbie, Adrian, and a couple of other muscle-bound MS-13 members keeping an identical speed behind him. The group turns a corner and Logan comes into their place of the shot, thus merging the jumbotrons two separate feeds into one. Gravedigger stops, his posse of MS-13 stopping as well. Logan freezes up like a statue, staring straight into the eyes of Gravedigger, in turn; Gravedigger removes his shades and joins the furious eye lock.
He slowly inches into Gravedigger, nothing but a little air and opportunity keeping their noses from touching. The tension between the two silences an entire audience and they watch on with quiet excitement. Logan sniffs.
Logan: You smell like beef and cheese.
Adrian starts to step forward but Gravedigger holds his arm out, signaling him to stop. Gravedigger holds his stare despite Logan’s comment. He finally breaks the locking of eyes to glance past Logan. Gravedigger smirks.
Gravedigger: Well, Logan, looks like you’re all alone. You know, if I wanted to I could just save myself the time and energy of tonight’s match and just bury you here.
Logan grins and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out what appears to be tickets. He glances past Gravedigger at the group behind him and holds up the tickets.
Logan: I would love to see you try. I have enough tickets to Connector City for anyone that is ready.
Logan glances at the tickets and then counts the people in front of him. He shakes his head and then points to one of the MS-13 bodyguards.
Logan: Except for him, he’ll have to pay for his own ticket, I have enough for the---
Logan is interrupted when the bodyguard steps forward, but he is stopped by someone’s voice from behind.
Voice: Excuse me, hey excuse me. Oops, sorry about that. Pardon me.
The group of MS-13 members split apart as someone comes pushing through the group. It’s Logan’s tag team partner Super FPV. He pushes past everyone and pats Logan on the shoulder, grinning and then turns to see who he pushed through. He stops and looks back and forth at Logan’s serious look and the pissed off look on Gravedigger and MS-13’s faces.
Super FPV: Oh man, did I interrupt something? Oh wow, my bad bros. I feel so stupid right about now. Here, let me contribute: Hey nice immigrants. You got them half-price at the Home Depot in Phoenix, Arizona or something?
Gravedigger’s had enough of the games and jumps forward, both groups start brawling with each other but WCF security comes running down the hall as if on cue and breaks up the two groups. Logan tosses the tickets in Gravedigger’s face, further riling him up as he and Super FPV back away from security and start walking the other way, both men laughing loudly. Gravedigger stands there, fuming.
Zach Davis: It's time now for the populist portion of our show... The-the-the People's Title match!
The vocals of Ayria Adams's "No Duh" serenade over the P.A. system as The Awesomeness herself makes her way out from behind the curtains. The moment she emerges, the crowd erupts in rage induced fury, throwing their perishables in her general direction. Security tries extra hard to hold back the crowd as some brave souls lean over the railing to give Ayria an earful. Adams spreads her arms spread eagle-like with a facial expression that oozes confidence and awesomeness as she says to the camera, "They love me, they really really love me."
Gingerly making her way down to the ring with her Alaskan swag, she takes time to talk trash with some of the occupants in the front row. A select few loyal fans pay credence to Ayria's Awesomeness, but she ignores them all the same. As usual someone reaches out to touch her but she evades their glancing touch and stares them down before continuing her trot to the squared circle. Upon arrival she slides into the ring, prances around in her best Muhammad Ali impression before spinning around three times with her arms out stretched before dropping down to one knee and flexing.
The people detested her, the little kids booed at the top of their tiny lungs. Adults threw up their middle fingers as the juvenile ones simply gave her a thumbs down.
As the music died down Ayria jumps up on the turnbuckles to face the crowd, taunting them to elevate their hate.
Zach Davis: Ayria Adams is not a popular woman, as one can tell by the reaction of this capacity crowd in Reading. But, you know, in a way she is popular... with the higher ups in the WCF front office at least.
Shannan Lerch: You are correct, Zachariah. WCF management has taken notice of Ayria's performances in recent weeks and they believe that she's championship material, thus they've granted her this opportunity to compete for the People's Title.
Zach Davis: After her shocking victory over former World Champion Odin Balfore at Explosion, I'm hard-pressed to disagree with their logic. She pinned Odin, yo!
Suddenly, hundreds of balloons begin to drift down into the ring as “GreasePaint and Monkey Brains” by White Zombie squawks through the speakersystem. The lights flicker to a momentary darkness. Just as the song kicks into gear, the lights blare back on - revealing Switches glaring down from a top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Holy flipping Christbubbles, it's creepy how he does that!
Shannan Lerch: I'm with you, Zach. Switches casts an ominous specter every time he sets foot upon the WCF ring, but this clown is no mere whacked out sideshow act. Switches has reigned supreme as the People's Champion for more than two months! That's tangible because we all know that gold is a go-to commodity in today's uncertain economy.
Zach Davis: It's been an impressive run for Switches, especially when one considers how notoriously fickle the wrestling public can be.
Shannan Lerch: What are you saying, Zach? It's not like the People's Title is decided by some sort of arbitrary popularity contest. You have to win it in the ring!
Zach Davis: Oh, right, right... of course.
Newbie ref Dash Monogan, filling in for the injured Zip Wingdinger, checks both competitors for weapons. Once he's satisfied that Switches and Ayria are each adequately armed, Monogan calls for the bell.
Switches dives in for the kill with a springboard lariat from out of nowhere. Ayria is stunned by the clobbering blow and grasps at her throat. Switches cackles gleefully while stomping at Ayria with his magic clown shoes. Switches abruptly drops to the mat and begins strangling Adams, with blatant disregard for the rules of the match.
Zach Davis: Frankly, I'm tired of Switches breaking the rules week after week in these People's Title matches! You can't just choke the life out of a young woman here, Switches. This ain't East Hollywood, it's Reading!
Ayria throttles Switches with a hard knee to the ball-sack, and Switches groans, relinquishing the primitive chokehold. Ayria gasps for breath as she gets to her feet. Switches is still holding his grapefruits when Adams pulls him up and...
Shannan Lerch: Heart punch! Good lord, Switches' chest may have just imploded from the impact of that heart punch. Not literally, we hope, but you know them heart punches is some deadly shits!
Ayria follows the quite possibly (?) lethal heart punch with a brutally stiff Yakuza kick to the mug. Switches is sprawled on the mat and Ayria decides that it's time to make her move-- she measures Switches while waiting for him to get up. Switches coughs up a litany of phlegm before awkwardly regaining his footing upon the ring canvas. Adams stands poised, waiting for Switches. She charges at the clown and throttles him with a Rocket Launcher Kick; Switches' head whips back after absorbing the blow, and his body contorts three-hundred and sixty degrees before toppling ungracefully to the mat.
Zach Davis: Ayria is staying aggressive here in the early-going against Switches. It's important for her to keep Switches on his heels. He's a... just a real shady character, that Switches. I always get the feeling that he has something devious up his sleeve. You don't want to give him any kind of a working margin.
Ayria sizes up the dazed and confused clown and then snaps her knee into his head with an old-school, Muta-style Shining Wizard... not the bastardized American version.
Shannan Lerch: Right now Ayria Adams is telling Switches the Clown, 'You can't beat me on the grade. You can't beat me on the grade!' That's what she's saying with her aggressive gameplan in this match!
After wiping an abnormal amount of clown's blood from her brow, Ayria makes the cover on Switches.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: It's going to take more than that to finish off Switches. This clown has been shot at during his matches, he's been thrown off balconies and powerbombed from every kind of platform that you can imagine, even set on fire during his previous incarnation--
Shannan Lerch: Eye gouge from Switches! This crowd doesn't like it-- they're booing their collective cocks off! But Switches is now blasting Ayria with trapping headbutts!
Zach Davis: Oops! Switches got a little too excited during that last headbutt!
Shannan Lerch: Keep it in your pants, Switches!
Referee Monogan issues an official warning to Switches, but the clown cannot be contained by man's mortal law. Switches headbutts Ayria all the way into the corner buckles and then... he backs off. Switches holds his index finger up to his lips, silencing the booing Reading, PA faithful.
Shannan Lerch: What in the Devil's arsenal is Switches conjuring now?
Switches spins with all the grace of a ballerina PLUS the fury of a hurricane before clobbering Ayria flush in the nose with the full brunt of his pointy clown elbow. Blood gushes from Ayria's nose but rather than panicking, she appears rejuvenated! Ayria comes out of the corner swinging for the fences, like the Alaskan brawlers of yore. Switches is prepared, however. He ducks a flurry of punches and counters with a rolling wheel kick to the yap. Ayria is clearly stunned by the move-- for every punch that she threw, Switches seemed to be a step ahead of her.
Zach Davis: The crowd has rallied behind Adams--
Crowd: AYRIA! MCMUFFIN! AYRIA! MCMUFFIN!
Shannan Lerch: I think they're tired of Switches' bullying antics. America is ready for change! They're ready for a new day--
Shannan's train of thought is interrupted when Switches flies off the top rope with a MoooooonSault.
Zach Davis: Switches with the razzle dazzle! Hey-- you might not like him, but this clown has ups and he's not giving up his belt without a fight!
Switches is on Ayria like a pit bull on a pork chop as he stretches her arm out with a simple armbar, a move that is derived from the earliest days of grappling... yet still it remains an effective tool for wearing down and ultimately submitting one's opponents.
Shannan Lerch: Switches is off his rocker. He might not even know where he is right now, but he's got Ayria howling in pain.
Zach Davis: Ayria was raised right, in Alaska, where the men are men and the women are men... and the sled dogs are scared. My point is that Ayria might be in pain, but she will die before she quits.
Shannan Lerch: Hey, Zach, that's not an expression to use loosely around here. We've seen at least one death take place inside of this ring.
Zach Davis: True enough stuff, sweet vagina lady, but Ayria is negotiating the leverage of Switches' armbar as she searches for an escape route. Ayria is showing Miesha Tate levels of toughness here as Switches attempts to coax the tap-out.
Shannan Lerch: He would have a better chance of getting one of those giant stone heads on Easter Island to tap out.
Zach Davis: I don't get the reference, Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: I... I got into Kid Phantasm's stash before the show tonight, Zach. I'm sorry if that didn't make sense.
Zach Davis: Well, at least you didn't fuck Jonny Fly... again.
Shannan Lerch: Ha! At least I didn't fuck Sarah Twilight... again.
Zach Davis: Did that actually--
Zach's train of thought is interrupted as Ayria reaches out and grabs the middle ring rope, forcing Switches to abandon his deftly applied armbar. Switches isn't happy about it, either. He gets in the ref's face and gives him a jawful of northside Chicago-style dialect.
Shannan Lerch: Switches is going Gacy here on Dash Monogan, but he BETTER BE CAREFUL OF--
Ayria rolls up Switches from behind and grabs TWO HANDFULS of clown suit for leverage.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
T--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Switches has a goddamn motherfucker of a temper, and it nearly cost him his most cherished possession that time-- the WCF People's Title!
Ayria sch-macks! Switches with a rolling back elbow, the impact knocking Switches through the ropes and down to the floor.
Shannan Lerch: Switches got himself a taste of The Awesomelbow and now he's scrambling to collect his marbles on the arena floor!
Ayria shoots off the far ropes, building a head of steam as she--
Zach Davis: Ayria isn't giving Switches the chance to recover! She's directing her body with all the trajectory of a--
Ayria dives through the ropes and hip checks Switches into the steel guardrail at ringside.
Crowd: AYRIA! MCMUFFIN! AYRIA! MCMUFFIN!
Switches coughs up blood and teeth, then reaches into one of the many pockets of his pastel-colored clown suit.
Zach Davis: What is Switches reaching for-- oh my god he pulled out a switchblade!
The referee is too busy checking on Ayria after she landed hard outside of the ring to notice that Switches is now holding a switchblade knife.
Shannan Lerch: Switches takes a swing with that switchblade--Ayria dodges it and kicks the knife into the crowd!
Zach Davis: Oh shit that guy in the fourth row just got stabbed in the eye!
Shannan Lerch: Eh, good riddance. He looks like the deadbeat type who owes money on child support.
Ayria swipes her cheek with her hand... and sees a trickle of blood. Apparently she wasn't able to completely avoid Switches' knife. It's not the first time Switches has made Ayria bleed tonight, but this time the sight of her own blood causes Ayria to transform into crazy bitch mode. Switches tries for one of his elaborate kicks, but Ayria catches his leg and violently whips him to the floor, dragon screw-style, nearly pulling his leg out of its socket. Ayria holds onto the leg and pulls Switches up before hitting another violent dragon screw onto that unforgiving arena floor, with all of its concrete goodness.
Ayria isn't done yet. She yanks Switches up and plants him arse-first with a third unyielding dragon screw, then she bounces to her feet. Ayria jumps into the air and lands on top of Switches, burying both of her knees into his chest. Ayria holds the position for a moment, allowing some of the blood from her face to drip down into Switches' eyes, temporarily blinding him. The ref warns Ayria to get the match into the ring before he counts her and Switches out. Ayria complies by rolling herself and the clown into the ring.
Zach Davis: That was a nasty exchange on the outside of the ring, but Ayria certainly got the better of it!
Shannan Lerch: Not only did she drop Switches with a trio of dragon screws, but she kicked his beloved switchblade into the crowd, perhaps terminally injuring one of our fans. That just adds insult to injury for Switches.
Zach Davis: You're right, Shannan. Switches didn't even have the pleasure of personally stabbing that fan, and you know that has to be burning him up inside.
Ayria drills Switches with her patented backbreaker/reverse STO combo and then signals that it's time to go high-risk for the McMuffin Top.
Shannan Lerch: Ayria's calling for it! She's ready to end this match! We could have a new champ, Zach! Imagine if a woman ended Switches' title reign!
Shannan's body shudders to a full-on convulsion at the announce table, as Ayria bounds to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Ayria's going for the McMuffin Top and I do believe that my broadcast partner just 'had one'!
Shannan Lerch: Yes I did, Zach, and it was awesome!
Ayria waits for Switches to get to his feet and then flies off the top rope, looking to hit her diving Stunner. Amazingly, Switches has the awareness and the agility to counter with an Ace Cutter of his own in mid-air! The crowd OOHHHS and Switches quickly flips Ayria onto her back for the pin attempt.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Ayria kicks out, but Switches nearly had her! What a brilliant counter by Switches the Clown! He used Ayria's own momentum against her as she was coming down from the top rope for the McMuffin Top!
Shannan Lerch: Switches is both kinds of crazy, Zach. Sometimes he's just plain old crazy, like a Tea Partier. But sometimes, SOMETIMES he's crazy like a fox.
Zach Davis: Now it's Switches' turn to go high-risk... he lets out a gigglefart as he makes his way to the top rope, and you know what that means!
Switches leaps off the top rope, executes a front flip while tucking his body into a ball, and then slams into Ayria with the full force of his one-hundred and ninety pound frame.
Zach Davis: Switches hits The GiggleBox!!!
Shannan Lerch: Poor Ayria... that poor, poor McMuffin! She fought so hard but it wasn't enough!
Switches confidently hooks his opponent's leg while his cacophonous laughter sounds off amidst the chorus of booing fans.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THREee--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Crowd: AYRIA! MCMUFFIN! AYRIA! MCMUFFIN!
Zach Davis: I don't believe it! Ayria got her shoulder up! I thought for sure that would be three!
Shannan Lerch: You don't believe it? Take a look at Switches! His jaw is on the floor! Even that smile that's painted onto his face can't hide the look of pure shock!
Zach Davis: Uh-oh, that shock is now turning to anger! Switches is on his feet and he's in Dash Monogan's grill-- no, Switches just decked the referee! Dash never even saw it coming!
Shannan Lerch: Switches faked with his left hand and then fed Dash a right hand to the chin. The ref is down and so is Ayria... and Switches is reaching into another of one his pockets!
Switches pulls out... a brick. Yes, a brick!
Zach Davis: What the fuck? Switches walks around with a brick in his pocket!?
Shannan Lerch: That's just smart planning, Zach. That way if somebody kicks your switchblade into a crowd of people you still have the brick as your back-up weapon.
Ayria pulls herself up to her feet and Switches immediately takes a swing with the brick-- Ayria ducks, grabs Switches' arm and then drops him with an inverted stomp facebreaker, which is aided by the brick.
Zach Davis: Ayria hit The Egg Scrambler but the referee is still down!
Ayria starts to make the cover on Switches, but looks around and sees that the ref is slumped on the mat. At first she turns her head away, fearing that the ref might be masturbating, but then she realizes that he's been the victim of a random act of clown-related violence. Ayria scoots over to the referee and attempts to revive him the conventional way... by slapping the shit out of him. This doesn't work, so Ayria gets to her feet and walks over to the ropes. She peers around the crowd.
Zach Davis: What is she looking for?
Ayria looks as if she's scanning the crowd with her eyes when suddenly... her eyes lock onto something. Ayria's eyes grow wide, and she smiles. She climbs out of the ring and walks over to the ringside area, near the fans.
Zach Davis: What is she doing? I don't--
Shannan Lerch: A fan just handed Ayria an Egg McMuffin! He must have brought that from home, because I know McDonald's isn't still serving breakfast at this hour!
Ayria winks at her fan, who gives her a "WOOOOOOO!" in return. Ayria climbs into the ring and kneels down next to the referee. She manually opens his mouth and shoves the McMuffin in there. The referee's eyes suddenly bulge open. The taste and scent of the McMuffin appear to be reviving him!
Zach Davis: This is one of the craziest things that I've ever seen! Oh sure, we see ref bumps in just about every other match, but I've never seen a referee brought back to his senses by an Egg McMuffin before!
Shannan Lerch: Perfect timing! It looks like Switches is also coming to now... and he's sneaking up behind Ayria! Oh babygurl, you gots to look behind you!
Switches grabs Ayria's bosom from behind for leverage and then shoves a crusty, glove-covered hand into her mouth. Switches yanks back violently with his fingers, as if trying to rip Ayria's flesh off her face.
Zach Davis: The Smileyo’matic! Ayria Adams is in big trouble!
Desperate to escape, Ayria frantically shoves Switches backwards into the turnbuckles. Unfortunately for her, the impact actually causes Switches to tighten his grip, and he hops onto her back and grapevines his legs around her waist for added leverage. Ayria tries to fight it and now desperately lunges for the ropes, but it's too late... she's fading. Ayria falls to the mat with The Smileyo’matic still locked in tight.
Shannan Lerch: Ayria's not tapping, but she's also not moving! I think she might be out cold!
Referee Dash Monogan intervenes, Ayria's body having gone limp on the mat. Dash pries Switches off of Ayria and then calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Switches wins again! The clown continues his reign of terror as he makes another successful defense of his People's Title, although Ayria gave him one hell of a fight!
Switches snatches the championship belt from the referee like a crackhead looking for a hit... and then pulls his crackpipe from his pocket. Miraculously it did not break during tonight's action!
Shannan Lerch: Okay, we're just going to cut from the action in the ring and focus the cameras on my cleavage for now. This is a family show and we heavily discourage the use of all illegal narcotics.
Switches continues his celebration in the ring while the cameras zoom in on Shannan's titties.
Shannan Lerch: This next one is going to be interesting!
Zach Davis: I’m looking forward to it Shannan, rising star Zombie McMorris versus two-time World Champion Odin Balfore. This is a big test for Zombie, to be sure.
"Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie blasts through the PA system as Zombie McMorris makes his way onto the stage all pumped up and wearing his newly-won Internet Championship. Hopping on the balls of his toes and shaking his arms out, Zombie rushes the ring as the 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.
Shannan Lerch: There’s the Internet Champion! He seems ready to go.
“With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer and once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, center stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow and methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down at McMorris as the match gets ready to begin.
Zach Davis: I bet you Balfore is going to come out and make a statement tonight. He’s struggled lately, but he’s not going to struggle forever.
Shannan Lerch: I agree, Zach. Odin has to be looking forward to knocking around one a guy like Zombie, a newer and younger wrestler with a big mouth.
Ding, Ding, Ding.
The bell is rung and the contest begins. Zombie begins jumping up and down in excitement. He takes off on a dead spring toward Balfore….WHAM!
Shannan Lerch: OH SHIT!
Zombie is cracked over the skull by a HUGE right hand from Balfore. He crumbles to the ground motionless.
Zach Davis: WOW! Welcome back Odin Balfore!
Balfore drops to his knees and goes for the cover.
Shannan Lerch: ZOMBIE KICKS OUT!
Zach Davis: Wow, he’s not ready to quit yet!
Balfore stares down at McMorris and then gets back to his feet bringing Zombie up with him. Balfore whips McMorris against the ropes and nails him with a big boot to the face as McMorris bounces back. Balfore looks down at McMorris and begins circling, waiting for Zombie to show signs on life. McMorris rolls over and gets on all fours to try and get to his feet, but a kick from Balfore to the side of his head sends him back to the mat.
Balfore reaches down and grabs McMorris again. He picks him all the way up and locks him into a bear hug. McMorris begins squirming around violently trying to get out of the hold, but it only causes Odin to tighten it on him. Finally, McMorris begins to slam his head into Odin’s with a series of headbutts. Balfore stumbles backwards into the ropes and releases the hold. Zombie quickly begins hammering away at Balfore before Odin pushes him off and all the way to the mat.
Zach Davis: Zombie is really struggling so far in this one.
McMorris gets back to his feet as Odin lifts himself off the ropes. The two men exchange a long stare before Zombie again runs at Balfore. Balfore holds out his arm to attempt a clothesline, but McMorris ducks under it, bounces off the ropes, and hits Balfore with a missile-drop kick…only, Balfore doesn’t fall to the mat. He looks down at McMorris and shakes his head ‘no.’
Shannan Lerch: My god, Balfore is an animal.
Zach Davis: We haven’t seen him this focused in months, Shannan. This isn’t good for Zombie McMorris.
Balfore reaches down and grabs Zombie McMorris. He lifts him in the air and puts him onto the mat with an Atomic Drop. Balfore quickly gets back to his feet, picks up McMorris again, and hits him with an Atomic Drop. Then again…and again…
Shannan Lerch: FOUR STRAIGHT Atomic Drops!
Zach Davis: Unbelievable power and ruthless aggression from Balfore.
Balfore hooks the leg after the fourth Atomic Drop.
Zombie McMorris kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: This guy is glutton for punishment it appears.
Balfore smiles as Zombie kicks out. He gets back to his feet and looks out at the crowd. From behind him, McMorris has quickly gotten back to his feet. With Odin’s back turned McMorris runs and hits him with a neckbreaker, bringing Odin down to the mat. McMorris quickly spreads Odin’s arm and lifts his leg for the ‘Curb Stomp’….
Zach Davis: Balfore rolls away! Zombie McMorris missed!
McMorris quickly adjusts and tries to land a boot into Odin’s mid-section, but Balfore grabs the boot, twists it, and takes him down to the mat. Both men quickly rise back to their feet. Odin advances on McMorris, Zombie tries to throw a couple of punches to his midsection, but Balfore reaches out and grabs McMorris and headbutts him to the ground. McMorris quickly gets back to his feet but this time Balfore picks him all the way up over his head and hits ‘The Mark of Odin.’
Zach Davis: Goodnight. Have a safe trip back to the hotel Zombie McMorris.
Shannan Lerch: He sure doesn’t look like he was ready for someone like Balfore.
Odin sets his boot on top of Zombie McMorris’s chest for the arrogant cover.
KICKOUT BY ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT!?
Zach Davis: Incredible. Zombie McMorris will not give up!
Odin wastes no time. He grabs McMorris again, picks him up, walks over to the turnbuckle and sets him on the top. He steps onto the bottom of the rope, turns around, and simply destroys McMorris with a DDT from the top rope. Balfore gets up and looks down at McMorris one more time before lifting him and hitting him with the Ragnarok.
Shannan Lerch: That HAS to do it, right?
Zach Davis: I would certainly hope so.
Balfore drops to his knees and hooks the leg for the cover.
Shannan Lerch: What dominant performance tonight by Odin Balfore. That’s one hell of a way to end a losing streak, dominating a guy who has been really hot of late.
Zach Davis: I agree, Shannan, but I think we saw a lot of heart tonight by Zombie McMorris. He took a lot of punishment, but he wasn’t going to stand down to Balfore.
Inside the ring the referee raises Balfore’s hand in victory as ‘With Oden on our Side’ players over the loudspeakers.
Our scene opens with a close-up shot of a glass water pitcher sitting atop a polished wooden conference table, the kind that one might see in a corporate boardroom. Of course, there's nothing particularly distinctive about the table or the pitcher. They're certainly not why we've been brought here, and as such they don't remain the center of our attention for very long. Our view gradually zooms out, allowing us to see a broader view of our surroundings. As this happens we spy two drinking glasses, each filled about halfway with water, sitting on opposite ends of the wooden table. Next to one of the glasses rests a white legal pad, upon which various notes have been scribbled in black ink. We also see a hand that is holding a black ballpoint pen. As our view of the room continues to expand we're treated to the cheesy, instantly recognizable grin of the man holding the pen...
Hank Brown: It's damned good to see you again, Chad. I was wondering what the heck happened to ya-- it was like you fell off the face of the earth!
Hank flashes that phony thousand-megawatt grin of his at the man sitting across the table from him, former WCF World Champion Chad Evans. Chad smiles politely in return. The image within our frame is now complete as we see Hank and Chad sitting at opposite ends of the table, in cushy black office chairs, inside the nondescript confines of a brightly lit conference room. The dim hum of florescent lighting is barely audible above them.
Chad Evans: Believe it or not, Hank, I actually missed you.
Hank smiles, for real this time. He has a look of genuine enthusiasm on his face as he leans back slightly in his chair and lifts his arm from the table, flexing the sleeve of the neatly pressed charcoal colored suit that he's wearing in the process.
Hank Brown: You flatter me, sir. To be honest I always thought that you hated my guts. Of course I get that feeling from most of the people that I interview, so maybe I'm just paranoid.
Chad, who's dressed far more casually than Hank in a red tracksuit, half-cocks his head.
Chad Evans: Perhaps so, Hank. Perhaps so.
Hank takes a sip of water and then sets his glass back down onto the table while glancing at his notes. He looks up at Chad and their eyes lock, signaling the official start of the interview.
Hank Brown: Chad, it is truly my pleasure to welcome you back to WCF after an absence of nearly two years. The last time that we saw you here in WCF, you were defending the World Championship against masked Mexican superstar Hector Rodriguez in the main event of Explosion. That match took place on April 26th, 2010. Much has changed since then, both for Wrestling Championship Federation and for you personally.
Chad nods his head, nary a hint of emotion upon his face.
Hank Brown: During the course of that match, you were struck with a vicious chair shot to the head by Hector's manager JJ. Not only did that chair shot cause you to lose the match and the belt, but it also caused you to suffer a concussion-- your second concussion in as many months of competition. Can you give us your perspective on what happened that fateful night in Austin, Texas?
As Chad responds, he stares straight ahead at Hank with those baby blue eyes of his.
Chad Evans: It was a chaotic and quite frankly surreal experience that night, Hank. I had trained very hard for that match. I worked my ass off to prepare for the man who, at that time, was known as Hector Rodriguez, even traveling down to Hector's homeland of Mexico to work with Biohazard in the harshest of Mexican heat. My stamina and conditioning were impeccable. I was more determined to win than I had ever been before. Of course, the match was a hard-fought battle that tested the wills of both myself and my opponent. I expected nothing less. Unfortunately the outcome was tainted by the cheap shot that you mentioned.
Chad uses his middle finger to scratch an itch upon his forehead.
Chad Evans: I blacked out after the chair slammed against my skull. It wasn't until afterwards in the locker room that I learned what had happened, when Bobby explained it to me.
Hank Brown: Bobby Cairo, your friend and mentor.
Chad Evans: Of course. Bobby told me that JJ had hit me with a chair, allowing Hector to get the pin, and that after the match Hector unmasked, revealing himself to be Gravedigger. I was totally mind-fucked by that. Of course my mind was already fucked by the concussion that I didn't even realize I had at that point, but it was surprising news nonetheless.
Hank Brown: Did you ever suspect that it was Gravedigger under the mask of Hector Rodriguez?
Chad Evans: I honestly didn't have a clue. In fact I was surprised that someone who had accomplished so much in WCF would stoop to such desperate levels to get the World Title around his waist, but chalk that up to inexperience on my part. The rest of the world learned who Hector Rodriguez was that night; I learned who Gravedigger was, as both a human being and a competitor.
Chad scowls as if he's staring at Gravedigger right now, but in fact he's staring at Hank. Hank becomes visibly uncomfortable as he shifts in his seat.
Hank Brown: You mentioned that you didn't realize that you had a concussion when you were in your locker room after the match.
Chad Evans: That's correct. After I talked to Bobby and he did his best to console me, he left me alone for awhile. I changed out of my wrestling gear and hopped into the shower. At some point I must have blacked out right there in the shower because the next thing that I remember I was waking up on a hospital gurney with a flashlight shining in my eyes. The hospital staff performed the full series of tests on me and determined that I had suffered a grade III concussion, which is the most serious concussion that one can suffer.
Hank Brown: Were you given a timetable for recovery at that point?
Chad Evans: Not initially, no. The doctor advised me that I would not be cleared to compete as a result of my condition and provided me with a list of neurologists who specialized in dealing with brain trauma. After returning home to Connecticut I met with one of the neurologists that he had recommended. The diagnosis was not good. I was told flat out that my post-concussion symptoms were too severe for me to continue wrestling.
Chad casts his eyes down to the polished sheen of the conference table in front of him. Hank clears his throat into his hand before asking his next question.
Hank Brown: Were those symptoms exacerbated by the fact that you had suffered a concussion just two months earlier during your feud with Slickie T?
Chad's eyes perk up upon mention of the Italian-American wrestling superstar and Las Vegas entrepreneur.
Chad Evans: Yes indeed, Hank. The truth is that I never gave myself the proper time to heal after suffering that first concussion. The WCF medical staff had examined me and cleared me to compete, and in doing so they gave me a thorough explanation of the possible risks of returning to action. I chose to ignore them and jump right back into the fray. That was my decision. I don't blame anyone else for it. I could've chosen to take time off at that point, but there was no way that I was going to give up my shot at Slickie T and the WCF World Championship. Of course once I won the belt taking time off to recover from my injuries was not an option. In the blink of an eye I was back out there on Slam competing against two opponents in a handicapped match. That's the kind of champion that I was.
Chad nods his head emphatically while a focused look permeates his face.
Hank Brown: Do you hold a grudge against Slickie T or Gravedigger because of the concussions that you suffered while competing against them?
Chad Evans: Not at all. I hold a grudge against them because our rivalries became very personal, but I don't begrudge them because of the concussions and I'll tell you why. I never went into a match with the goal of sidelining an opponent, but the truth is that if it happened I wasn't particularly going to lose any sleep over it. Why? Because it's the nature of this business. People get hurt. It's the hurting business, Hank.
Hank Brown: So you don't regret injuring your opponents and, in turn, you don't hold a grudge against them for injuring you?
Chad Evans: Exactly. Now if I suffered an injury as the result of a sneak attack outside of the ring or some sort of post-match beatdown then that would piss me off, but anything that happens during the course of a match is fair game.
Hank Brown: After you were forced to retire from WCF due to your health, you disappeared from the spotlight entirely. Where did you go? What has your life been like since then? What have you been up to?
Chad Evans: That's three questions at once, Hank, you sneaky devil. I shall do my best to answer them in as expedient a manner as possible. With my wrestling career over and my personal life in disarray due to the severe neglect that had resulted from dedicating myself completely to said wrestling career, I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time. I eloped to Denmark with Seth Lerch's secretary.
Chad pauses for a moment, as Hank raises an eyebrow.
Chad Evans: From an outsider's perspective that may have seemed like a rash decision at the time, but it ending up being the thing that saved my life. After marrying Leanne I finally discovered the inner peace and tranquility that had eluded me during my time as one of WCF's most popular superstars. I truly felt as though my life was beginning for the first time. All of the bitterness and resentment that I felt over my injury and losing the World Title had subsided. When I was World Champion, wrestling every week on Slam and on pay-per-view, there was constant conflict around me and within me. My relationship with Leanne gave me fulfillment for the first time in my life. As I sit here before you, Hank, I am a wiser man, a more enlightened man than whence last we spoke.
Hank Brown: You're also a healthy man, I presume? Your body is covered up by clothes unfortunately, but from where I sit you look to be in absolutely fantastic shape.
Chad Evans: I am healthy. It's been a long time coming, but the post-concussion syndrome has been expelled from my body like so much waste product. I'm in the best shape of my life. I'm eating a one-hundred percent organic diet these days and I'm slimmer, trimmer and faster than ever before. The last time you saw me in a WCF ring I was competing at two-hundred and five pounds. I'm now one-hundred and eighty-nine pounds and I can drop another ten to fifteen pounds without losing any of my strength or stamina.
Hank Brown: How have you been preparing to return to WCF, specifically from a competitive standpoint?
Chad Evans: For the past few months I've been training at Crimson House Dojo in Hartford, Connecticut. I'm not talking about little pitty-patty sparring sessions either. I've been working full-contact drills with the likes of Bobby Cairo, Phillip Baines and Biohazard.
Hank's eyes widen and he drops his pen.
Chad Evans: You like that, don't you, Hank? I can tell that you do. If there was ever any doubt, then you should know that I'm taking this comeback seriously. I'm not returning to the ring to be somebody's sacrificial lamb on their way to getting a shot at the World Title. I spent the better part of two years rehabilitating my body. I didn't put in all of that intense physical rehab just to screw around and blow it now that I'm back and ready to compete.
Hank Brown: I know that you said you're healthy, but deep down inside are you at all worried about any lingering effects of post-concussion syndrome or a possible recurrence of symptoms?
Chad Evans: No, sir. I've been given a clean bill of health by doctors in the US and Europe, in addition to the WCF medical staff. More pertinently, I feel healthy. I feel it in my heart, my brain and in my bones. I wouldn't be returning if I wasn't over the concussion issues. There's no way that I would take that risk now that I'm a married man, Hank. This time I heeded my body's warnings and worked myself back to full health. It took a long time, longer than I expected, but it was worth the sacrifice.
Hank Brown: Now that you're back, what are your goals? What do you hope to accomplish in WCF in 2012?
Chad Evans: I'm not here for the nostalgia factor, Hank, that's for damn sure. I'm here to belly up to the bar and compete my ass off. I'm not guaranteeing that I'll be World Champion again, but I'm excited about having the opportunity to set foot into the ring and test my mettle against the best superstars that this sport has to offer. I'm an ambitious man, but I'm also humble. I've been humbled by life and by love. I'm not expecting anything to be handed to me, nor would I accept it if it were. I know that I have to prove myself all over again inside of the ring and that's what I intend to do.
Hank Brown: I'm not sure if this is official, but according to internet reports you will be competing at the upcoming XIII show in Tokyo against...
Hank purses his lips and takes a deep breath before sharply exhaling.
Hank Brown: Jam Willy Jesus!
Hank Brown: Can you confirm or deny whether that match has been officially signed?
Chad Evans: It has been signed. Jam Willy and I will compete at XIII. I'm hyped for it. Most of the matches on any given XIII card have some sort of crazy stipulation with ladders or chainsaws or alligators, but CD took one look at this match and said to himself 'These two motherfuckers are crazy enough.'
Hank chuckles and nods his head in perfect understanding.
Chad Evans: It's just a regular one-on-one match, albeit with "The Anarchist Killing Machine" and "The Madman From The Badlands" dragging each other to hell and back.
Hank Brown: That show is in just under two weeks on April 13th. Do you know whether you'll be competing before that on next week's Slam card?
Chad Evans: I have no idea, Hank. That's up to Seth. He books the matches. I'm happy to compete on Slam next week, but if my name isn't on the card when it's announced then I'll turn my full focus toward preparing for Jam Willy and XIII.
Hank Brown: I know that you're a busy man these days, Chad, so I don't want to take up much more of your time, but I do have to ask you this last question. After your return was announced on WCF.com speculation immediately ran rampant about the possibility of a Big Dick Superstars reunion in WCF. What do you say, Chad? Can we expect to see a BDS reunion anytime soon?
Hank flashes his pearly whites. That thousand-megawatt smile has returned to his face, and it's heinous and perpetrating. Chad grins slyly and clears his throat before taking a drink of water. He keeps Hank dangling in anticipation as he acts like he's really pondering his reply, perhaps even guarding some highly speculated secret. Finally Chad replies in the most coy and understated voice that he can muster.
Chad Evans: I guess you'll just have to wait and see what happens, Hank.
Chad winks at Hank, then rises from his chair, spins on his heel and walks away. Hank looks as though he's about to break wind as our scene draws to a close.
As we head back down to ringside, our six person tag match is about to begin. Jay Price, Johnny Reb, and Sarah Twilight are in their corner, going over match strategy as Jonny Fly, Doc Henry and Nic Daniels are in the opposite corner, not getting along at all. The referee calls for the bell and it appears that Nic Daniels will start the match for his team, and Sarah Twilight starts the match for hers. For about a good five minutes there is a technical war in the ring that spills to all corners of the squared circle. Daniels seems quite shocked that Twilight is as technically sound as she is. She takes a decisive advantage over Daniels after catching him suddenly with a Royal Butterfly overhead suplex that rattles the veteran.
Shannan Lerch: Twilight taking an early advantage here. There was a bit of discussion before the match. I find it hard to believe Twilight is on the same page as Price and Reb.
Zach Davis: They might be for now, but when it comes down to it. Only one person can get the pinfall victory here tonight and become the number one contender for Jonny Fly's World Championship.
At that time, the Titan Tron screen begins to flicker....
Zach Davis: What's going on?
The screen begins to flicker as the words.... SARAH TWILIGHT IS.... NEXT!!!!
Shannan Lerch: Next?! What does that message mean.... next?!?
Then violent images flash of bloody corpses and mangled bodies flash on the giant screen. Then one flash of a corrupted image of a bloody Sarah Twilight is left showing on the giant screen. In bloody red lettering..... MY PRECIOUS is under the bloody image of Sarah Twilight. The crowd is hushed....
Zach Davis: Whoa!! Looks like someone has it in for Sarah Twilight!
Shannan Lerch: Those images, my God!! They were disgusting!! Who would want to do something like that to Sarah Twilight?!
Zach Davis: Who knows, but I guess we will find out soon enough!
Although she's clearly disturbed by what she's just seen, Sarah keeps the pressure on Nic Daniels, keeping him from ever getting to his corner to make a tag. Doc Henry is growing frustrated and wants in the match, while Fly doesn't seem to care that Daniels is in trouble. Twilight takes Nic down a for a few near falls, and every time she does, Henry hits the ring to break it up before three. Fly doesn't lift a finger to assist. Twilight now with an Irish whip that sends Daniels into the turnbuckle. She follows up by setting him into the tree of woe position and climbs over him, catching him with You Don't Matter. Daniels is out of it, but before Sarah can capitalize for a pinfall, Henry explodes into the ring with a clothesline out of nowhere. Daniels and Twilight are both down.
Zach Davis: And Doc Henry saving this match on a few occasions now. Jonny Fly has yet to show any indication he is willing to play ball.
Shannan Lerch: I find it odd that Price and Reb haven't tried to break up any of Twilight's pinfall attempts. This is basically everyone for themselves.
Zach Davis: Perhaps this early in the match, they weren't too concerned?
Twilight makes her way to her corner tagging in Jay Price. Meanwhile, Nic Daniels manages to make it to his corner and tags in Doc Henry. Both Price and Henry have a war in the ring. Trading blows back and forth with neither of them getting a clear advantage. Henry delivers a German suplex finally to gain an edge in the match. Slowly and methodically he begins to wear down Price. He also attempts a few pinfalls on the current number one contender for XIII which are broken up by Reb and Sarah respectively. Price manages to come back from Henry's onslaught and he begins to mount an offensive of his own, taking Henry for a loop as he pours the pressure on.
Zach Davis: Price and Henry are going at it tooth and nail. Henry and Daniels came very prepared tonight. If only they could get some cooperation out of Jonny Fly.
Price unleashes a flurry of fists and kicks that stagger Henry. Finally catching him with a double underhook backbreaker and immediately goes for the pinfall attempt. Henry gets a shoulder up before three as neither Daniels or Fly bother to jump in for his aid. However, Reb and Twilight seemed ready to break up any such attempt. Price keeps the offensive going, but Henry manages to mount a comeback of his own, once again taking advantage of the matchup. He comes out of nowhere with the Gambler's Hand, that floors Price. And now, is ready to move in for the kill with All-In , however now that Henry has the match in their favor, Fly blindly tags himself in.
Henry is absolutely furious by now. Fly ignores the protests and begins working Price over, however it is quickly put to rest as Sarah Twilight rushes the ring, knocking him down with an exploder burst clothesline. Henry, who was being warned by the referee about getting to the apron, leaves one final impression as he drops Twilight with a DDT.
Zach Davis: Fly taking advantage of a weary Jay Price. He let his teammates do the work and now plans to take the spoils for himself!
Shannan Lerch: That is a sound strategy. He doesn't want to have to defend the championship twice in the next few weeks. If he gains the pinfall, he won't have to.
Zach Davis: Well there are five other competitors out here who don't plan on allowing that to happen!
Back in the ring, Fly makes it back to his feet only to be demolished by Price. After the small commotion, Jay Price was back to the task at hand of fighting. And he brings the fight to the World Heavyweight Champion. Wearing him down with a variety of suplexes and mounted grapples. A flurry of kicks, throws and grappled locks keep Fly on the defensive as the number one contender for his championship shows that he is ready for their upcoming matchup without question. Fly manages a rake to the eyes that disorients Price for a moment, but he manages to tag in Johnny Reb. Fly is unable to make it to his corner in time and Reb picks up right where Price left off. Stinging punches and a few headbutts stagger the world champion.
Reb continues to have his way with the World Champion, not giving him any room to breathe. Reb has the champ reeling and sets himself up for his patented Southern Star however, Fly purposely bounces himself into the ropes, appearing to stumble which causes Reb to lose his balance and he slips, straddling the top rope. Fly wastes no time in capitalizing as he takes Reb off the top rope with a superplex. Now, with that ever so cocky grin, he in turn climbs the turnbuckle and is off with The Fly Swatter and he connects with ALL OF IT! However, before the ref can even begin to count, DOC HENRY yanks Fly from the pinfall attempt!Now it is Fly who is furious and he shoves Henry with authority. Henry answers back with a right hand and the two teammates are fighting it out! Meanwhile, Nic Daniels blindly tags himself into the match while Fly and Henry battle it out.
Zach Davis: Fly having things under control and looking to pick up the scraps, but Henry was having none of it. Now Daniels back into this thing with the blind tag.
Shannan Lerch: Things seem to be imploding for this team as we speak. Though the opposition doesn't seem to be getting along any better.
Jay Price and Sarah Twilight stand on the apron in their corner, arguing amongst themselves now as Johnny Reb is still in a bit of trouble. Daniels heads in, putting the boots to the Southern Man. Tensions are running high among everyone at this point. Daniels goes to grab Reb's leg, but Reb kicks him away. Reb quickly gets to his feet, as quickly as possible anyway, and goes for a kick. Daniels catches it but Reb snaps off a quick Enziguri!
Zach Davis: Oof!
Reb then dives and tags in Sarah Twilight! She runs in with a head of steam, ducks a Clothesline from Daniels, bounces off the ropes and hits a Running Cross Body. Daniels stumbles up and Twilight grabs him..
Shannan Lerch: The Twilight Zone!
She hits it! She pins him, hooking the leg.
Doc Henry goes to enter the ring to break it up, not wanting to lose (and wanting the Title shot for himself).
Jonny Fly stops him!, Fly stops his own teammate, grabbing his arm. Doc turns around, mouthing "what the f-"..
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight has earned a rematch!
Fly grins, dropping down off the apron. Sarah stands, getting her arm held in victory, smiling ear to ear. She turns towards Jonny, pointing. Fly simply laughs to himself.
Shannan Lerch: Fly stopped Henry from breaking it up! Do ... do you think he WANTED Sarah to win?
Fly disappears to the back as Henry marches on back there as well, angry. Price and Reb both leave the ringside area as well as Sarah celebrates, the fans cheering her on.
Zach Davis: Great performance by Sarah, and- wait a minute, who the hell is that?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know but I don't think they're supposed to be in the ring.
Zach Davis: Of course not. You can't just come in from the crowd and get into the ring like that. Where the hell is security?
The hooded figure slides into the ring and heads straight for Sarah Twilight. She doesn't see him coming but the man grabs her by the hair and then flips her over hitting an Osaka Street Cutter. As Sarah drops to the mat, the hooded man stands up and looks down at Sarah who is completely laid out. He then starts to remove his hood.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell?!
Zach Davis: No way! It's Famine of the Vile! What the hell is he doing here? He's supposed to be suspended.
Famine gets out of he ring, walks over to grab a mic and then slides back in. He walks over to Sarah and stands over her one more time.
Famine: You thought you were pretty clever huh? You thought you could take me out and that I would never be seen or heard from again. Well bitch, your plan failed. You wanna get me suspended by framing me? I'm going to make your life a living hell from now on until I get reinstated!
Shannan Lerch: What the hell is he talking about? Framed?
Zach Davis: I'm curious.
Famine then begins to look at the crowd
Famine: For those of you who didn't know. I was suspended because they found performance enhancing drugs in my locker. That's why I haven't been seen around here. That's why you're not looking at your new world champion. Because this bitch thought she would be clever and look what happened. She got me suspended and then took my spot in the world title match. And you all know what happened next. She lost! She lost the goddamn match! So tell me something sweetheart? Was it worth it? I hope it was because you haven't seen the last of me.
Suddenly security starts running down to the ring.
Famine: Seth! I know you're watching. I promise you, this is going to continue week after week until you let me back in. I am going to make this bitch's life AND yours miserable. Famine of the Vile doesn't lay down for anyone. I will not let this stand and until you let me back in, things are going to be real painful. Not just for Sarah but for anyone who gets in my way!
Famine drops the mic as security rolls in and grabs him. Famine then starts fighting back and knocking security guards left and right. After a few moments there are too many for him to handle and he is taken out of the ring and removed from the arena.
Zach Davis: Frankly fans, I don't think I believe that Famine's accusations are true, did Sarah really get him suspended?...
The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, tonight escorted simply by JJ.
The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.
Gravedigger steps through the top and middle rope and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the middle pad and holds the hardcore belt high over his head as the crowd rains boos down upon him.
Zach Davis: Here is Gravedigger. I'm so confused, I don't know who to root for in this whole situation...
The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.
As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage with Abbie Grande at his side. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists as Abbie starts down the ramp slowly.
Kyle Steel: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, accompanied to the ring by Abbie Grande, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”
Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins walking down the ramp toward the ring, high-fiving fans one side of the ramp as Abbie high-fives the cheering fans to the other side. He climbs onto the apron, and then climbs the outside of the turnbuckle as Abbie circles around the ring. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: He defeated Super FPV for the US Title last week, and after that, well... things went bizarre.
“The Struggle Within” by Metallica explodes within the arena. Logan and FPV step out onto the stage to the screaming eruption of the excited audience. Logan idly jumps in place, scanning the people with furious eyes while FPV takes charge down the ramp, slapping outstretched hands. Logan eventually follows up breaking into a fast walk, joining FPV and strutting towards the ring with him. FPV and Logan spilt up and climb opposite ring steps, stepping in through the middle rope and respectively climbing a turnbuckle. FPV throws his arms into the air, enthusiastically playing air guitar along with the audience. On the opposite side, Logan looks over the crowd with wide eyes, his arms slowly rising into the air and up over his head. They hop down from the turnbuckles and pace the ring until the music cuts.
Zach Davis: And.. sigh.. here is the newly reformed Team of Treachery.
Shannan Lerch: But where is Jack of Blades?
The bell sounds. Gravedigger and Speede don't communicate whatsoever; Speede decides to start for his team, and FPV for his.
Zach Davis: XIII is right around the corner, I doubt that that brings any happy memories for Speede or Gravedigger tagging together.
The two former teammates circle each other and tie up. Speede gets the early advantage, pushing FPV into the corner. The ref calls for a break, and Speede obliges... or acts like he's going to, anyway, because he then goes to slap FPV right in the face! FPV, of course, predicted it; he ducks the slap and fires back with several forearms to Speede's face. FPV throws Speede into the opposite corner, Speede stumbles out of it and FPV hits him with a running Clothesline, shouting FUS ROH DUH!
Shannan Lerch: ..nerd..
Speede stumbles to his feet and FPV goes for a Brainbuster, but Speede shifts his weight and lands behind FPV. Speede grapples from behind but FPV elbows him several times, breaking out of it. FPV throws Speede into the corner once more, but this time it is the ToT corner. Logan grabs Speede's head and drops down to the apron, causing Speede's chin to bounce off the top rope. FPV puts him in a headlock and then tags Logan in, who climbs to the top rope then jumps off with an Axehandle Smash to Speede's back as FPV releases the hold.
Zach Davis: The ToT in control thus far! Thanks to some questionable tactics.
Logan measures Speede up as Roy once again stumbles to his feet... Logan runs and hits a One Handed Bulldog!
Shannan Lerch: This is Logan's first match in quite a while, Zach. We'll see if he shows any ring rust, but I doubt it, he's a veteran.
Logan begins stomping on the man he once thought was his son. He grabs his leg and kicks it several times. Gravedigger simply looks on, though he's clearly itching to get into the ring and fight Logan. Logan notices, and backs off Speede.
Zach Davis: He's going to let Gravedigger tag in so they can fight!
Shannan Lerch: After what we saw earlier tonight, I'm sure Gravedigger can't wait!
Speede is an inch away from Gravedigger... but Logan quickly flips Gravedigger off, grabs Speede's leg and pulls him back into the middle of the ring! The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: ...oh, damnit Logan.
Logan laughs and grabs Speede's legs, wrapping him in a Figure Four!
Shannan Lerch: Is he setting him up for the LoganShooter?
This has given Gravedigger an opening, however. Disregarding the rules, of course, Gravedigger enters the ring and kicks Logan off! Logan's eyes widen in shock as Gravedigger's boot comes down on his midsection. Gravedigger picks Logan up, throws him to the ropes and then grabs him and hits a huge Belly to Belly Suplex! The ref is yelling at Gravedigger to get out of the ring. But now Super FPV is involved, he enters the ring and spins GD around from behind before hitting a Double Knee Gutbuster!
Zach Davis: All hell has broken loose here!
Shannan Lerch: Surprised it took THIS long...
GD rolls out of the ring, and FPV follows him, continuing the attack. Speede and Logan both stumble up and turn, face to face with each other. They both hit each other with stiff shots, back and forth! Dueling chants ring throughout Reading, "SPEEDE'S A BOUDLE!" and "LO-GAN SUCKS!"
Zach Davis: How bizarre.
Logan goes for a kick but Speede catches it. Logan then follows up with an Enziguri but Speede moves his head, avoiding the kick, and shoves Logan away. As Logan gets up Speede hits him with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick, then picks him up and executes an Angel's Wings!
Shannan Lerch: Speede with a beautiful move!
Speede pins Logan!
No, Logan gets the shoulder up. Speede backs up, measuring Logan as he stumbles to his feet... Speede runs and goes for a Floatover DDT, but Logan reverses it into a Northern Lights Suplex into bridge pin!
No! Speede kicks out now!
Zach Davis: Two close nearfalls just now! Both men are showing signs of fatigue.
Both Speede and Logan rest on the mat for a few moments now, catching their breath. FPV and Gravedigger have both returned to their corners, and Logan begins crawling towards FPV as Speede crawls towards Gravedigger.
Shannan Lerch: The ToT has concentrated their attack on Speede thus far, which is sound strategy... until Speede manages to tag his partner in and they'll have a totally fresh opponent to deal with.
Both Logan and Speede dive at the same time, and both tag at the same time! FPV and Gravedigger both enter the ring with heads of steam, and begin brawling, trading rights and lefts, both full of fury! The crowd is on their feet watching these two go at it!
Zach Davis: These are two men that just plain do not like each other, ToT or no ToT. Quite a lot of animosity here.
Shannan Lerch: WCF doesn't have too many house shows, so the wrestlers have a lot of time to talk shit on each other online. Then this happens.
Gravedigger gets the advantage. He hits FPV with several shots to the head, then takes him down with a Russian Legsweep. He then puts FPV into the Camel Clutch.
Zach Davis: Great time to wear the man down, since Logan is still trying to recover from Speede's attack.
A brief "MS-13!" chant has erupted from the largely latino crowd in Reading. Gravedigger ignores it, not used to any kind of positive response from the crowd at all. He releases the Camel Clutch and then begins stomping at FPV, mercilessly. He then picks FPV up and lifts him up for a Torture Rack.
Shannan Lerch: Gringo Stretch! This could be it!
But no, FPV lands behind Gravedigger! GD spins, FPV goes for a Clothesline, Gravedigger ducks it and hits the RESPECTO!
Zach Davis: RESPECTO! This has to be it!
Gravedigger pins FPV, hooking the leg.
NO! FPV kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: Close call, the ToT almost lost it!
Gravedigger stomps FPV a few times before he begins climbing to the top. He signals that he's going to end it.
Zach Davis: He's going for Death From Above!
But Logan grabs Gravedigger's leg, stopping him from flying off. Gravedigger kicks at Logan several times, trying to kick him away, but Logan hangs on for dear life. This gives FPV enough time to get up and run at GD, hit him quickly, climb up and hit a DDT from the second rope!
Shannan Lerch: Super DDT from Super FPV!
FPV pins Gravedigger quickly!
NO! Speede breaks it up!
Zach Davis: SO close!
Speede is about to attack FPV, but Logan runs at him and Clotheslines the former Seed of Treachery out of the ring! FPV backs up as Gravedigger stumbles to his feet, runs, and hits a Superkick!
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
But no! Gravedigger manages to duck it, grab FPV's throat quickly and hits a Chokeslam!
Shannan Lerch: Hey wait, what is that?
The crowd turns to the entrance ramp and sees Oblivion standing there.
Zach Davis: Looks like we have an uninvited guest!
Shannan Lerch: Shut up, Zach!! Oblivion can go where ever IT pleases!!
Oblivion has a mic in IT's hand...
Oblivion: Gravedigger!! Yo, Gravedigger!! You might think it's over between us!! Oblivion says it's not!! You may have Seth protecting you, but come Hell or high water..... YOU'RE THE ONE GONNA BE LEFT FOR DEAD!!!
Oblivion drops the mic and throws IT's arms in the air. Lighting like pyro crashes all over, as the lights above the ring spark violently. Oblivion points at Gravedigger, right before the arena blacks out. The crowd screams out, right as the lights come back on....
Shannan Lerch: What the Hell?! Where did Oblivion go?!
Zach Davis: Speaking of Seth, look who is in the ring?
Seth Lerch is in the ring now, apparently having arrived as Oblivion began his speech. Gravedigger looks at him, shaking his head in anger.
Shannan Lerch: Between NvL, the ToT, and now Oblivion... EVERYONE is messing with Gravedigger tonight.
Seth shakes his head back. Gravedigger raises an eyebrow. "You know what Oblivion just said about me protecting you?," Seth mouths... before kicking Gravedigger square in the nuts!
Zach Davis: WHAT-
FPV comes OUT OF NOWHERE with the Headshot Superkick!, nearly taking GD's head off! Seth backs off, grinning, as FPV pins Gravedigger again, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: Heh.
Seth grabs a mic.
Seth Lerch: Security!
Zach Davis: I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS! I MEAN I CAN BEING THAT ITS SETH LERCH AND LOGAN BUT DAMNIT!
Shannan Lerch: YES! Seth Lerch and Logan are back, ToT is back! YES! I knew Seth Lerch didn’t really like those MS-13 boudles.
Zach Davis: And Seth Lerch has grabbed a microphone!
Seth Lerch: Get those TRASHCANS out of my arena!
An army of black shirt security men rush down the ramp, grabbing at Gravedigger and Roy Speede. They put off a bit of a fight of course, however the twenty plus security is far too much and they’re eventually overpowered and escorted from the outside of the ring and up the ramp. Logan and FPV mockingly stay within the ring, pressed against the ring ropes and applauding the security as they take Gravedigger and Roy Speede away.
Zach Davis: And listen to the audience, Shannan. I figured they’d be excited by a Logan and Seth reunion but damn.. things sound pretty heated.
And indeed, popcorn, cokes, and anything projectile pours from the audience and into the ring. FPV is actually picking some of the trash up and throwing it back at the audience.
Seth Lerch: Don’t get jealous because you assjacks aren’t in the Team of Treachery.
The arena heavily fills with more booing.
Seth Lerch: Should Gravedigger honestly be surprised? MS-13 is a joke. He struts around here with a posse he recruited from Taco Bell and thinks he’s hot shit. Hell, I only joined MS-13 because I thought it could possibly get me some free Volcano Tacos from there!
Booing at racism!
Seth Lerch: THIS, however, is not MS-13. THIS is the ToT. The REAL Team of Treachery. You fans haven't seen the real ToT in... I don't know how long!, but its about time that we take WCF back.
Seth Lerch: You dare boo me!? I'll have each and every one of you MURDERED-
Something clicks in Seth's mind, reminding him that maybe claiming that he'll murder people might not be a good legal move right now.
Seth Lerch: Erm, anyway, when I looked around the company two weeks ago.... I didn't recognize it anymore. Sarah Twilight, a WOMAN, in my PPV main event!? Roy friggin Speede winning a belt?! A bunch of nobodys running around here like they own the place!? Well we've got news for you, all of you new guys and flavors of the month. THE TEAM OF TREACHERY BUILT THIS HOUSE! The Team of Treachery is forever! Anyone who has ever stood against us is GONE, and anyone that decides to stand against us now will be too!
Zach Davis: I still can’t believe this would happen, not in today’s WCF at least.
He hands the microphone off to Logan, who has trouble speaking at first because all of the booing.
Logan: SHUT UP!
More booing. The audience actually begins a ‘Hank Brown’ chant.
Logan: Haha really? That trashcan is too stunk up right now to come out here and get a ticket to Connector City. But no, really, SHUT UP! As all you boudles know I announced the return of Jack of Blades last week at Explosion.
The audience shifts from boos to cheers, eventually after a while back to boos though.
Logan: Jack of Blades IS coming back and he IS returning back home to the Team of Treachery! But…
Zach Davis: But?
Shannan Lerch: But.
Logan takes the microphone and moves it over to Seth Lerch’s mouth.
Seth Lerch: BUT not in dumbass Reading, PA! This city doesn’t deserve something as awesome as a Jack of Blades return.
MASSIVE booing. The audience begins a ‘traitor’ chant, indirectly to Seth Lerch bashing his own homeland. Super FPV responds to the audience’s displeasure by showing off some air guitar skills.
Logan: This city is a gigantic trashcan full of little Oscar the Grouch boudles. I won’t leave you all hanging however, no, Jack of Blades returns… he will return. Not next week, not the week after that..
Zach Davis: WHEN?!
Logan: SHUT UP! Jack of Blades returns at AFTERMATH! Why at Aftermath? Because it’s a pay-per-view, boudles. Geez.
“Sympathy For The Devil” by Guns 'n Roses blasts into the speakers. The ToT all look up towards the stage.
Zach Davis: Jack of Blades returning in just a few short weeks at Aftermath, but what the hell is Doc Henry doing out here?
As the drums hit the house lights fade, and red and blue lights strobe. At "Please allow me to introduce myself", Doc and Mary walk out onto the stage, and look back and forth over the audience. FPV begins shouting into the microphone over the music.
Super FPV: Hey, whoa! HEY! WHAT are you goomba’s doing out here? This is ToT’s night.
The entrance music fades out, Doc Henry reveals a microphone from behind his back and brings it to his lips.
Doc Henry: Now that should be real simple, Mario. I ain’t out here to celebrate the ‘great’ ToT…
Zach Davis: Bit of sarcasm there.
Shannan Lerch: Obviously.
Doc Henry: No. I want to go to Connector City tonight, you got any tickets on ya, bitch?
The crowd “OOOOH’s”.
Seth Lerch snatches the microphone from Super FPV.
Seth Lerch: Securi-
Logan snatches the microphone from Seth Lerch.
Logan: No, we go-
Super FPV snatches the microphone from Logan. Seth Lerch and Logan stare at FPV, who hesitates to bring the microphone to his mouth.
Super FPV: … Nevermind.
Super FPV hands the microphone back to Logan.
Doc Henry: You Three Stooges done playin’ grab ass yet?
Logan: SHUT UP! You want a ticket of treachery then this is all you have to do… bring your ass into the ring.
Doc Henry: Sounds good to me.
Henry drops the microphone and begins running down the ramp.
Shannan Lerch: Jesus! Does Doc Henry have a death wish?!
Logan, FPV, and Lerch all back up into the ring as Henry slides in. They face off, maintaining their positions.
Zach Davis: It’s three on one, why aren’t they taking Doc Henry?
The ToT look from Doc Henry and then to each other and they begin an exchange of laughs, even Doc Henry begins laughing. Doc’s manager, Mary, has made her way down the ramp and joined them in the ring.
Shannan Lerch: What’s happening?
Logan approaches Doc Henry and they nonchalantly shake hands.
Logan: Got you boudles again didn’t we?
Zach Davis: Treachery!
Logan, Super FPV, Doc Henry, and Seth Lerch all center the middle of the ring raising their arms into the air for a massive booing audience. Mary claps on while watching them, ending Slam ToT style. Slam fades to black.