Our attention is drawn to the video wall as it displays footage, obviously from an earlier time. Judging by the look of what we are seeing, it appears to be one week ago.
Rain falls heavily as the crack of thunder echoes throughout the night. Lightning crashes in various brilliant streaks across the clouds of the pitch black sky. The vastness of space hidden behind the rolling thunder of this stormy night. As our cameras fall lower to the horizon we can make out a vehicle approaching through the rain. It is an emergency vehicle....an ambulance. Although the lights and sirens have been turned off. It pulls against the curb and our camera angle shifts to see a structure in the background. The overgrowth of moss and vines on the extreior of the building would suggest that it hadn't been used in some time. Leaves and various debris litter the landscape of unkempt brush that surrounds the building. A flash of lightening illuminates the facade of the structure just long enough for us to read the engravings at its forefront. "Morgue", it reads. Beyond this building lies a medical campus, with structures much newer, and well kept. This building seemed almost out of place compared to the rest.
The driver side door to the ambulance swings open as we watch the Mistress of Mischief, Sarah Twilight emerge from the vehicle. Her face stained with dried blood that begins to roll off of her cheeks in a pink hue as the rain begins to wash it away. Her hair, stringy and wet. But she doesn't seem to care. No, not on this night. There was a purpose for her being here. And sure enough, it doesn't take long before she gets to work. Sarah disappears to the rear of the ambulance and our cameras lose her for the time being. Though the sounds of the rear doors to the vehicle can be heard as they are swung open. This is followed by the sounds of the stretcher unfolding so that it's scissored lift legs touch the asphalt below. A few moments pass, and the sounds of the doors being slammed shut are heard.
It is not long after that we can see the stretcher make it's way around the side of the ambulance. Famine of the Vile is still restrained to the mobile bed as he was when we had last seen him. He begins to stir, slightly as the rain hits him. He is not, however given the chance to make heads or tails of what is going on as Sarah wheels him onto the run down property. The front doors are boarded up, as one would expect of a run down structure such as this one. And after a few fierce kicks, Sarah manages to rattle the doors enough to get them opened. She pushes the stretcher inside and follows. The sounds of the rain pouring down outside continue as she seems to navigate the corridors and halways flawlessly, as if she'd been here already. Perhaps she had gained entry through a window or such beforehand? It definitely seemed as though she had this planned to the last detail.
As our cameras follow inside, we can't help but to notice the campus security vehicle that approaches, pulling up behind the ambulance. The officer inside notices the opened front doors.
Back inside, Sarah races the stretcher down corridors like a madwoman. She turns a corner, almost tipping the stretcher over. Finally, she comes to a halt at a large wooden door in front of them. A solid kick and this door swings open wildly. There is a flight of stairs leading down into what is presumably the basement of the buiding, Though beyond the first few sets of steps, all else is pitch black. Sarah looks down at Famine who's eyes are opening and closing on the stretcher. He is still unaware of where he is, or what is happening. The drugs having their hold on him still. Sarah smirks.
Sarah Twilight: I think it's about time that we had some fun, don't you think so?
The sarcasm of her tone oozes from her like sap. This was so very enjoyable to her. Famine was helpless, and she was exacting her revenge. One swift motion and...she pushes the stretcher over the first step, letting go of it completely!
CLINK! CLANK! CLINK! CLANK! RAT A TAT TAT TAT CLANK! CRRRRRASSSSSHHHHHHH!
The horrifying sounds of the stretcher racing down the stairs wildly, only to come to a crashing end echo throughout the building. Sarah cackles, satisfied with what she's heard. She reaches into her pocket, removing a small flashlight before she follows down the flight of stairs. The tiny light illuminates just enough to make out the wreckage. The stratcher, bent and deformed with Famine still trapped in its bindings lay at the foot of the stairs, against the wall. It is still standing upright, amazingly enough as the wall and narrow passage of the stairwell had prevented it from overturning.
Sarah reaches the bottom of the stairs and proceeds to climb over the mangled stretcher. Once there on the basement floor, she manuevers the stretcher out of its contorted prison. The lights from the cameras pan around the room. The realization of just where we are brings about a cold chill. Complete horror. We are down in what was once this morgue's crematorium. Sarah leaves the stretcher for a moment once it is free and makes her way over to the large cement drawer that was used to cremate bodies. Using all of her might, she pulls the rusty drawer open from its casing. There is a loud screeching noise as she does so.
The sadistic, twisted smirk upon her face remains as she labors at this task. She opens an old storage bin, containing coal. She begins shoveling it into its own enclosure just beneath the large drawer. Her hands black with soot, and her face full of sweat, and blood, she continues on.
Once the enclosure was filled with coal, Sarah discards the shovel. Now, she turns her attention back to Famine, and the stretcher. She wheels the mobile bed over toward the crematorium and begins to undo the restraints. One by one she removes them until finally, she is able to begin sliding, and pulling Famine from the stretcher and onto the drawer slab. It takes a bit of time, but she manages to force the drugged Famine onto the concrete slab. Now, exerting even more enegry, she pushes the slab in. The top portion is exposed, and we can see Famine as he lies there, unaware that he is soon to be roasting alive in what amounts to a giant oven.
She now reaches below, and turns a vave, allowing the natural gases to the crematorium to flow freely. Luckily for her, the fact that these gas lines were tied in with those of the main campus meant that they were still active. Despite the natural fuel being pumped into the enclosure, she wanted to be certain. A few moments of searching finds what she had been after. A glass container of kerosine. Normally used for ignition in small quantities. Though she pours most of the bottle onto Famine's body. The smirk upon her fac is replaced by a sinister, completely evil grin as she looks at the fallen Famine one last time.
Sarah Twilight: You like to play with fire, mother fucker? This is how you get the job done right!
She reaches into her pocket another time and removes a book of matches. This was going to have to be ignited the old fashioned way as although the gas still was active, the electricty needed to spark the crematorium's own ignition system was not. She strikes the match. The flame dances in glorious harmony as it casts a glare over her mischievous emerald eyes. She prepares to toss it upon her victim when she is interrupted by the glare of a flashlight and a voice.
"What is going on down here?"
She turns to see a campus security officer. The commotion from all of these preparations had led him here. He shines the light at Sarah who glares at him for just a moment. She cackles, ignoring him as she turns back and TOSSES THE MATCH! The crematorium BURSTS into flames almost instantly! Fire engulfs the entire slab. The coals below feeding the intense fire. This was capable of turning bone to dust.
The problem however, was that Famine was nowhere to be seen! In an instant, he had somehow slipped away and avoided certain peril. Sarah's eyes grown dark with anger and she is FURIOUS! The security guard steps down, still confused as to what was happening. And he is met by an irate Sarah Twilight who charges him, causing his head to smack into the stone wall behind him. The man falls unconscious quickly. His flashlight hits the ground and rolls forward as Sarah catches the small framed man.
She drags him along in a fit of anger. Enraged at the man's interference as she pushes him into the slab. She grabs him by his feet and pushes upwards, using him as a counterbalance for her own safety as he is pushed forward into the burning enclosure. The scorching flames cause him to regain consciousness immediately as he screams in complete agony. Sarah pushes the stretcher against the opening of the slab, trapping him inside.
Sarah Twilight: Wrong place, wrong time...asshole. No loose ends.
Our scene cuts out before we can see anymore of what had taken place. The last sounds we can hear are the blood curdling screams of a man being cremated alive. Though the question remains, what had become of Famine?
We cut back live to the arena.
Shannan Lerch: I....I am speechless after what we just witnesssed.
Zach Davis: This has gone too far, something needs to be done. We can't have psychotic bitches running around here doing as they please!
Shannan Lerch: Zach, did you see what she did?
Zach Davis: Yes Shannan! Yes, I saw it...what do you want me to say here?
Shannan Lerch: Just....just let's move on to something else! Let's start the show!
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai plays as the fans come alive and Slam is on the air! We go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Happy Mother's Day, everybody. Shannan, doesn't today wish you hadn't had all those abortions?
Shannan Lerch: ...
Zach Davis: The Trios Cup Tournament marches on tonight, as we have four big tournament matches! Things are really heating up, especially now that the jobber teams are out of the way..
Shannan Lerch: Indeed! What a main event. Gravedigger and the Tag Team Champions, Sarah Twilight and Ayria Adams, are taking on the powerhouse team of Jay Price, Odin Balfore, and... what I guess.. is Greenfever.. blegh. Why does this thing still exist?
Zach Davis: Wonderful question, Shannan! Beats me. But yeah, all three of them are former World Champions. So is Gravedigger, however, and Sarah Twilight almost was herself. Adams has a victory over Balfore, actually, so could history repeat itself there?
Shannan Lerch: Triple L has been let go of the company, leaving poor Gein Spector and Benjamin Atreyu without a partner. OBLIVION of all people has been entered into her place, lucky him! They're facing the crazy team of Super FPV, Nathan von Liebert, and Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: A lot of Title holders in that matchup, should be a good one.
Shannan Lerch: I'd call this one of the most anticipated matchups in a while, as Jonny Fly and the Unstable Elements take on Johnny Reb, Chad Evans, and Kira Sakazaki. A lot of people want to see Kid Phantasm and Chad Evans in the ring together, I know Seth did before.. well.. you know.
Zach Davis: How's he doing, by the way?
Shannan Lerch: ...
Zach Davis: But yeah, not to mention Jonny Fly being in the ring against Reb and Evans, two former World Champions in their own right. This is quite a match.
Shannan Lerch: We've also got Parental Advisory up against The Business. That should be a classic as well, those two groups really hate each other.
Zach Davis: In non tournament matchups, we have Logan versus Tek. Logan's ToT actually lost to the Mulisha a short while ago, so I'm sure Logan wants to avenge that loss.
Shannan Lerch: Eric Price and Famine of the Vile team up to take on Nic Daniels and Joel Hall. Eric Price has really been stepping up his game as of late.... while quite frankly Famine of the Vile should be in jail. Uh, if he's alive, and stuff? We don't even know.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit took exception to GEKIDO's actions last week, and they're involved in a one on one matchup. We'll see if Orbit can shut GEKIDO up.
Shannan Lerch: We have a four way match between Anibal, Jakobs, Hank Lane, and Apathy. Anibal and Hank Lane are both making their debut, and Apathy is making her return!
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is in an exhibition match, one on one with Ryan Elias, Business member. The ToT and the Business haven't had much involvement yet, but this could start a war.
Shannan Lerch: And in our opener, Waylon Cash and Gein Spector are finally fighting, one on one. You WCF fans have been following this story for a while now, I CAN'T WAIT to see Cash kick his ass. Or, you know, try to kill him. I'm not too sure who is right about that yet.
Zach Davis: More action to come here tonight WCF fans, we have…
“Back in Black” by AC/DC begins to play throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute, what the hell is this?
Shannan Lerch: You know who it is.
Eric Price walks out onto the top of the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: What is Eric Price doing out here right now?
Shannan Lerch: I don’t know. But I’m sure we’ll see.
Eric begins to walk down the ramp but signals first.
Zach Davis: And looks like he’s signaling for something. Oh, he’s not coming alone tonight, those are the men that last week helped him in assaulting Jonny Fly, our World Champion.
Shannan Lerch: He certainly made a very bold statement last week with that.
Zach Davis: As they make their way down to the ring, we’ve got 8, 10, looks like 12 men and they’re bringing something covered in a black veil.
Shannan Lerch: And looks like Eric Price is making his way over here. The men are going into the ring.
Eric walks over and stands right in front of Zach Davis and makes a signal at him to watch what happens in the ring.
Zach Davis: And what is he doing? Yeah, I’m watching, I’ll be watching.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like you’d better watch yourself Zach or he might come after you.
Zach Davis: (silence)
Shannan Lerch: Nevertheless, Eric Price makes his way into the ring as the men have dropped the covered object in the center of the ring and they stand around outside the ring looking toward the audience.
Zach Davis: You have to wonder his state of mind since Explosion and even more since Aftermath, he is not the same Eric Price we came to know.
Eric Price: Ahem!
Zach Davis: Chorus of boos to greet Price this evening and I can’t say I’m surprised considering his reprehensible actions as of late.
Eric Price: I said, ahem!
Crowd: You’re a loser! You’re a loser! You’re a loser!
Shannan Lerch: Absolutely no respect from these fans here tonight.
Eric walks toward a corner of the ring and sits on the top turnbuckle with microphone in hand and a grin on his face.
Eric Price: Finished?
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: Look at this show of defiance. Eric Price is just looking at his watch and doesn’t give a damn what they’re saying.
Shannan Lerch: Well, you heard what he said last week, they didn’t care about him before so now, he doesn’t care about them.
Eric Price: You done now?
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Well, thank you for your irrelevant and unneeded opinion. Nevertheless, if Aftermath was shocking, then last week, Slam, I sent shockwaves through WCF when I came out here and executed a Ca$h Flow on the WCF World Champion, Jonny Fly, single handedly I might add! Let’s watch the footage!
Zach Davis: What is he talking about single handedly?
Shannan Lerch: You heard him.
Footage starts playing on the titantron showing Eric Price delivering the Ca$h Flow on Jonny Fly. It repeats from three different angles.
Shannan Lerch: You see the footage, he did it by himself!
Zach Davis: Oh please!
Eric Price: A Kodak moment. Brings a tear to my eye! Let’s watch it one more time. Now watch here, Ca$h Flow delivered to Jonny Fly, and bam! It was a moment to behold, a moment to remember! I said it earlier this week, this particular piece of footage was so shocking, so surprising that is has actually been added to the signature of our program here, it is going to be played in many highlight reels for years to come. I said it last week, I did it to make a statement out here and that it did. Between you people and even the superstars in the back, it was an uproar the likes of which I’ve never seen.
Eric Price: It did in fact get the attention of many superstars, many who previously simply did not know who I was or didn’t care. There’s something that surprised me though. No one said “way to go man, that’s how you do it” or “good job, can’t believe you actually had the courage to do that”, no; instead something I didn’t expect occurred. Many of the guys in the back, including guys who actually hate Jonny Fly instead of rallying behind me or encouraging me to go on, they turned on me even further and went quickly to defend Fly and vilify me in the process. It seems that they can all hate and fight each other whenever they want but if a third party, a virtual unknown to them who is disrupting their order, their supposed hierarchy, their normalcy, then they will quickly try to silence and quell it completely. In other words, they’re nothing but lying hypocrites! Well, I’ve got two words to say about them and what they did, f*beep* them!
Shannan Lerch: Wow.
Eric Price: They want to rush to the aid of the hierarchy, of the status quo then that’s on them. Guess they like more of the same, they like the safety of predictability, they like the certainty of what is to come.
Eric Price: Now, let me get off the top rope here and address what’s in the center of this ring. Last week was about putting all of WCF on notice and that I did by attacking the biggest kahuna I could find. Let me address another situation, Nic Daniels. Last week, you asked me for a rematch and I told you NO! I thought about coming out here this week and simply having the cops come arrest you for what you did to my house and my folks but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that simply wouldn’t be good enough and that brings me to our special surprise tonight! Now, Nic Daniels isn’t here yet but I’ll see to it he gets a copy of this footage. You just had to try to push me too far didn’t you Nic, you tried to get in my head and many prior to Aftermath thought you had done a good job against in the mental game but you see, all you really did was awaken me and unleashed upon the world a man who simply gives a damn only about himself and will do anything and everything to get what he wants. First, I beat you at Aftermath when I made you quit in this very ring. Second, last week I attacked Jonny Fly in this very ring by planting him with a Ca$h Flow and humiliating him in front everyone not only shaking up WCF and the entire landscape here but also putting myself on the map. This week, this week it’s about vengeance for what you did.
Eric takes off the black veil to reveal sitting in a chair tied up, gagged, a bloodied up, half conscious Deadly Clown, Nic Daniels’ friend from the home invasion prior to Aftermath.
Eric Price: Yes, this week, it’s all about revenge for what you did.
Zach Davis: Oh my God!
Shannan Lerch: What the hell?
Eric Price: Now, Clown, tell me, was it worth it? Was it worth all this to get in my head huh? Was it worth you getting decimated by yours truly Eric Price?
Eric slaps deadly clown around in his face and removes the gag to he can speak.
Deadly Clown: You bet your ass it was!
Shannan Lerch: I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to incense him further at this point.
Zach Davis: Looks at Eric’s face, he’s smiling at that response.
Eric Price: Oh Clown, you never cease to amaze me. Despite what you did not really netting you anything as your friend still lost to me at Aftermath and now you’ve been beaten senseless as well. You shouldn’t be so defiant, so confident because let’s face facts, you and your buddy just can’t cut it against me. You two are nothing but thugs, hoodlums who don’t deserve to even breathe the same oxygen that I do. You’re just like these people, (crowd cheers), oh yeah, just like them. A pack of miserable losers!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: The truth hurts doesn’t it? The truth hurts. Now then Clown, I’m going to ask you another question. If I were to accept a rematch with Nic Daniels, if I were to indulge him with such a request, whom do you think would come out the victor in that encounter? Or to put it in words that even you can understand, who would win in a rematch between Eric Price and Nic Daniels?
Deadly Clown: You want the truth?
Eric Price: Haha, of course, as a man of integrity, I always want the truth!
Deadly Clown: Truth is that the truth, Nic Daniels, would kick your teeth down your throat!
Crowd: You’re a loser! You’re a loser! You’re a loser!
Eric’s face immediately turns from a smile to a look of anger.
Zach Davis: I don’t know if I would have given him that answer.
Eric Price: Well Clown, you have a right to your opinion.
Eric slaps Clown across the face.
Zach Davis: And Price now slaps a defenseless Deadly Clown in the ring.
Shannan Lerch: This is why you don’t piss off Eric Price.
Eric Price: Do you have a different opinion now Clown? Huh, do you have a different opinion now?!
Eric Price is lightly slapping Clown around in the face but in a second where his hand is too close, Clown goes to bite Eric’s hand as the crowd erupts at this in cheers.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, this is not going to end well.
Zach Davis: Deadly Clown just biting Eric Price’s hand and Price goes to work on Deadly Clown in a fit of rage, he drops his microphone and quickly starts punching him right in the head.
Shannan Lerch: He’s busted him wide open now.
Zach Davis: You can see the blood on Eric’s hands as Eric continues to punch him. And now, we have some referees coming down the ramp but looks like the security are not letting them through as Eric continues to pummel him.
Shannan Lerch: What is this now? Eric is untying Clown. He has him untied and now, ooh, Olympic Slam!
Zach Davis: Look at the blood on Eric’s hands. And he’s staring at it intently as well. Look at that, look at that sick smile on his face!
Shannan Lerch: And wait, he’s not done here. He’s putting Clown in a sharpshooter.
Zach Davis: Deadly Clown is defenseless here! Come on, someone has to stop this.
Shannan Lerch: But who will Zach? Nic’s not here yet and no one else is going to dare get in the ring with him in this crazed state.
Eric lets go of the sharpshooter, grabs the microphone he had dropped earlier and stands up.
Eric Price: Now Security, grab this piece of trash and get him out of my ring!
The security proceeds to grab Deadly Clown and slide him out of the ring and pushes him toward the entrance ramp where referees are waiting to attend to him as Eric Price continues to speak.
Eric Price: Now that, THAT is what happens when you disrespect me. Nic, is this what you want? Is this what you’re asking for, more of me, a rematch with me?! This is what is going to happen if you decide take a one on one match with me again! But I am a fair man; I’ll give you one week to think about it. If you still want the rematch, I’ll give it to you out of pity but don’t say I didn’t warn you of the consequences! Now, I said it last week and I’ll say it again, I will no longer tolerate disrespect. It’s zero tolerance at this point, you disrespect me and you’re going to get hurt. This has been another public service announcement courtesy of yours truly, Eric Price. Have a nice evening!
“Back in Black” by AC/DC again.
Zach Davis: And look at that huge grin on his face! He’s so proud of himself, of what he’s done here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: He certainly isn’t the same man we knew just a few short weeks ago.
Zach Davis: But how far is he willing to go? This, this heinous assault and now look at this! He’s walking by Deadly Clown as the referees are taking him up the ramp and, a low blow! What a sick human being! And now look, he’s smiling, this sick bastard is smiling!
Shannan Lerch: Definitely not a man to be trifled with! He said he wants respect and I think now, people are going to listen!
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. Instead of his usual dance and swagger routine, Waylon walks quickly to the ring, hate in his eyes.
Kyle Steel: From Macon, Georgia, weighing in at –
Waylon grabs the microphone from Kyle before he can finish his introduction.
Waylon Cash: Fuck your introduction bullshit! Gein, you worthless pig fucker! Get your ass out here and let’s do this!
“I Know” by David Lynch begins to play. Gein struts out onto the entrance ramp with a smile on his face, and the Hardcore title wrapped around his waist. He taunts to the booing crowd, taking his sweet time with his entrance. Waylon tries to jump out of the ring, but the referee stops him, and tries to keep him inside. Waylon shakes his head, and kicks the ref in the gut before hitting him with the Killshot.
Shannan Lerch: Waylon doesn’t care WHAT he has to do, he wants Gein!
Waylon sprints up the ramp, and Gein meets him halfway. The two me trade vicious punches, and Gein’s title falls off of his waist. Waylon quickly gets the upper hand, and hits Gein with a snap suplex on the steel ramp.
Zach Davis: There’s no ref! This match isn’t even a match yet!
Waylon looks down, and smiles before grabbing the Hardcore title. As Gein slowly rises to his feet, Waylon readies himself. Once Spector stands to his feet Waylon runs at him full speed and swings with the belt. Gein ducks at the last second, and spins around, kicking Waylon in the gut. Cash double over in pain, and Gein throws him from the ramp, over the barricade, and into a group of fans sitting at ringside.
Shannan Lerch: Gein doesn’t care how many people he hurts, as long as one of them is Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: They’re gonna draw some lawsuits for WCF wrestling this way!
Waylon slowly begins to climbs over the guardrail, but hallway over, Gein meets him with a Hardcore title belt to the skull, sending him back behind the barricade. When Waylon stands back up, blood is running down his forehead.
Shanna Lerch: Gein busted Waylon Cash open! The first match of the night hasn’t even begun yet, and already someone is bleeding!
Zach Davis: What else do you expect from WCF?
Waylon rolls over the barricade, and lands on the concrete floor. Gein grabs him by the hair, and lifts him to his feet before rolling him under the bottom rope. Spector follows him in, and a referee begins running down the ramp. He slides into the ring, and immediately signals for the time keeper to ring the bell.
Shannan Lerch: And this match has begun!
Gein bounces off the ropes, and goes for a Midwest Nail, but Waylon dives out of the way, and hits Gein with a chop block before he can turn around. Waylon stands up, and starts stomping and kicking Gein’s head. Spector quickly scrambles to the ropes, and pulls himself out of the ring to the floor below.
Shanna Lerch: Gein Spector escaping the attack of Waylon Cash.
As Gein is recuperating on the outside, Waylon bounces off the opposite ropes, and leaps over the top, hitting Spector with a flying crossbody. Both men drop hard to the concrete floor, and lay there for a little while as the crowd chants “Holy shit!”
Shannan Lerch: There is no doubt in my mind that these two men are trying to kill each other.
Zach Davis: WCF Management may regret booking this match.
Shannan Lerch: Are you out of your mind? If one of these guys dies tonight, ratings will skyrocket.
Slowly, Waylon Cash rises to his feet, and drags Gein Spector up with him, he hits him with a few clubbing blows to the shoulder blades, but Gein shoves his shoulder into Waylon’s mid-section, and rams him backwards into the barricade. Spector then brings him away from it, and slams his spine into the barrier again. He follows up with a kick to the gut, and a fast powerbomb on the floor. Gein smiles, standing over a motionless Waylon Cash as the crowd showers him with boos. HE lets Waylon lay on the ground for a minute, before lifting him up by the hair, and tossing him back first into the barricade again. This time Waylon crumples to the ground as Gein laughs.
Zach Davis: Gein Spector is a sick man. He is really enjoying inflicting his punishment.
Shannan Lerch: In Gein’s mind I’m sure he thinks he’s doing the right thing, but this crowd loves Waylon. I’m not sure Gein is gaining any new fans tonight.
Spector grabs Cash, and rolls him under the bottom rope. Gein takes his time climbing into the ring, and covering Waylon.
Gein chuckles and shakes his head, as he stares down at the bloody face of his opponent. He suddenly grabs Waylon, and shoves the Hellbilly’s skull between his knees, setting up for a piledriver. He lifts Cash, and pauses for a minute. That minute is all it takes for Waylon to start bringing the heel of his boot down on Gein’s head three times in rapid succession. Gein sets Waylon back down, and stumbles backward, dazed/ Waylon takes his chance, and bounces off the opposite ropes, and flies back toward Gein, hitting him with a high knee to the chin. He then grabs Gein’s legs, locking him in a Texas Cloverleaf.
Zach Davis: The Georgia Two Step!
Shannan Lerch: He can’t possibly think he’s gonna make Gein Spector tap out this early into the match.
Zach Davis: It looks to me more like he put this on in an attempt to regain his bearings, and clear his head a little after taking the brutal, fast pace offense of Gein Spector.
Shannan Lerch: And he has lost a lot of blood. His mental state can’t be good, and you have to be at full capacity against a man like Spector. This could be dangerous for Waylon going forward.
Waylon wrenches back on the hold, trying to shake the cobwebs out of his head. As he pulls back, a loud eruption of booing causes him to look toward the entrance ramp. Benjamin Atreyu, and Blake Updegraff IV are slowly making their way towards the ring.
Zach Davis: What the hell are these two doing here?
Shannan Lerch: Probably protecting their investment. Don’t forget, Gein has a trios match later tonight too.
In the confusion, Waylon struggles to keep the hold on, but lets go before Gein can power out. He walks over to one side of the ring, and warns Blake not to get involved, as Atreyu jumps up on the opposite apron, distracting the ref. Quickly, Blake blasts Waylon in the eyes with his pepper spray. Cash stumble, blindly to the middle of the ring, where Gein is waiting. Spector kicks Cash in the shin, sednign him to one knee before bouncing off the ropes, and sending his knee cap on a collision course with Waylon’s temple.
Zach Davis: Gein just hit Waylon with the Midwest Nail. There is NO getting up from that.
Benjamin directs the ref’s attention to the match, just in time for him to count.
Gein leaps to his feet, as Blake and Benji join him in the ring to celebrate. However, instead of celebrating, Gein walks over and whispers in Benji’s ear. Atreyu smiles, and grabs the motionless Cash, lifting him up to a halfway sitting position. Quickly, Gein bounces off the ropes and this him with another Midwest Nail.
Zach Davis: Alright, that’s enough. Soemone needs to stop this.
The referee steps in, but Gein seems to be interested in doing no more, as he and his whole crew climb out of the ring. The ref takes a minute to check on Waylon, before standing up and giving the “X” sign, drawing a group of paramedics down to the ring. They take a look at the bleeding, unconscious wrestler, and slowly begin sliding him onto the stretcher they brought with them.
Zach Davis: This is certainly not a good sign… I just hope Gein Spector is fucking happy with himself. Let’s go to commercial.
Zach Davis: Well fans, we're barely getting started on Slam and yet it's already been a hectic and crazy day here at the WCF Arena. For those of you who haven't been keeping up to date on the WCF Twitter page, WCF was invaded earlier today by the Occupy Movement, or more specifically the OccuFly Movement.
Shannan Lerch: It was one of the strangest things that I've ever seen, Zach, and that covers some territory. Thousands upon thousands of protestors, and we're estimating that it was at least five-thousand, assembled in the parking lot outside of the Arena and essentially demanded Jonny Fly's head on a platter.
Zach Davis: Fly has gone to great lengths to rehabilitate his image in recent weeks, but apparently he has yet to win over America's most diehard grassroots political activists. Here, take a look at this video and see for yourself how it all went down.
We see footage from the WCF Arena parking lot, taped early this afternoon, with the OccuFly protest already in progress. Thousands of protestors, mostly young idealistic folks wearing sensible shoes are marching through the parking lot carrying homemade signs with such popular phrases as "DOWN WITH GREED!", "OCCUPY EVERYTHING!" and "FIRE FLY!" The protestors are chanting along with their sign waggling. Their eyes burn with a hate that is reserved for America's most draconian corporatist entities. The WCF security staff does their damnedest to contain the unpermitted protest, though the three dozen or so guards are easily toppled by the thousands of unruly liberals and trampled under their feet.
Zach Davis: Lord in heaven... Did you see the way that Charlie's spleen spilled onto the pavement? It must be jelly cuz jam don't shake like that!
Shannan Lerch: Damn shame what they did to that dog. He was just three days away from retirement. Oh well... that's more money in my pocket! Hahahaha!
Zach Davis: YESS! Greed is awesome!
Zach and Shannan exchange a high-five and then walk into the Arena on their way to rehearsing for tonight's show, ending their impromptu parking lot commentary. The OccuFly protestors clash with WCF fans who have arrived early for the show, resulting in all-out fist fights between the loyal WCF patrons and the anti-corporate protestors who shun such barbaric rituals as "professional wrestling". Pacifists throwing punches? Hypocritical? Perhaps so, but extreme times call for extreme measures and these toothless wrestling fans aren't in the mood to have their evening's entertainment ruined by the unwashed hippie protestors who are blocking their way to the entrance, so the shit hits the fan.
The blunt wooden handles of OccuFly protest signs are driven through the meaty eye sockets and into the brain tissue of WCF fans, shutting down their neurological systems and killing them instantly. The OccuFly protestors cackle gleefully at their handiwork and continue to spread their terror throughout the parking lot, chasing the fat Mexicans and rednecks that make up WCF's core fanbase for as far as the eye can see. Hank Brown shows some drunken courage by arriving on the scene with his trusty microphone and cameraman in tow. Hank approaches a handsome young Latino in a black T-shirt and jeans, the apparent leader of the protest based on the fact that he's shouting into a megaphone while the other protestors heed his commands and continue to murder fat wrestling fans.
Hank Brown: Sir! Excuse me, sir! Are you the leader of this protest?
The Latino ceases squawking blood-thirsty commands into the megaphone long enough to look at Hank.
Protest Commando: What's it to ya, chubs?
Hank Brown: Chubs! I've been using Sugar Busters, man!
Protest Commando: You need to change that. That's not working for you. To answer your question, yes I am the organizer of the OccuFly protest. My name is Mannion Spitz.
Hank tries to shake Mannion's hand, but Manny wants no part of the unsavory Caucasian slimeball.
Mannion Spitz: You keep that hand in your pocket playing with your pee-pee. Touch me and I shall be forced to thrash you.
Hank Brown: Uh, I'm Hank Brown. I'm the head interviewer for WCF. I was just curious as to why you've decided to take your protest onto private property and commit, uh, several instances of homicide?
Mannion Spitz: The anarchist does not yield to the corporatocracy's laws, Hank Brown, despite Jonny Fly's ill-informed yammering in his recent promo.
Hank Brown: You didn't like that shit? I thought it was funny.
Mannion Spitz: You're an idiot, Hank. It wasn't funny. It was puerile and frankly dangerous in the misinformation that it spread to the public. We were told lies about how the government will keep us safe from the big bad corporate machine, when in reality everyone who hasn't been living under a rock for the past decade knows that elected officials are inseparable from the teats of their corporate overlords. Jonny Fly is a hypocrite, a fool, a liar and a leech and we're here to expose him as such.
Hank Brown: Is it really necessary to murder innocent security guards and WCF fans in order to make your point?
Mannion Spitz: Murder? We're defending ourselves. We came here for a peaceful protest, and maybe to spread a little anarchy, and we were attacked by Gestapo thugs and inbred wrestling fans. Some welcoming committee you have here in Reading, Hank.
Hank Brown: We weren't exactly preparing for thousands of protestors.
Mannion Spitz: Is that so? Well then today's bloodshed is truly on your hands. Who the hell is running WCF these days anyway? Seth Lerch is in prison, Shannan Lerch has the Grand Canyon between her thighs.
Hank Brown: Well, uhm, as a matter of fact Bobby Cairo is now in control of WCF. He randomly took over the other night after having a few too many shots of Smirnoff.
Mannion Spitz: Cairo. The Senator?
Hank Brown: I don't think he's actually a Senator, but yes sure?
Mannion Spitz: That slimy motherfucker gets around. Where can I find the government shill?
Hank Brown: Cairo? He texted me earlier to let me know that he would be fashionably late for tonight's broadcast. He said he had some errands to run over on the shady side of time. I'm guessing hookers and blow.
Mannion Spitz: Of course. The man is a grown adolescent baboon. Okay, we will meet with Cairo tonight during the Slam broadcast.
Hank Brown: Are you sure you want to do that? Bobby has killed people. He's not really the type of guy that you want to confront.
Mannion chuckles while looking around at the carnage in the parking lot: vehicles have been overturned and set ablaze, security guards and fans have been impaled with wooden stakes from protest signs, liberals are eating tofu. The horror... the horror!
Mannion Spitz: Do I look like the type of man who backs down, Mr. Brown?
Hank Brown: No, you do not.
Hank takes a deep breath and looks into the camera with eyes embiggened.
Hank Brown: It looks like the crazy is about to pick up around here!
Protestors: FIRE FLY! FIRE FLY! FIRE FLY!
The video abruptly ends with a shot of the parking lot in total disarray amidst the sea of impassioned protestors. We return to Zach and Shannan at the announce table.
Shannan Lerch: I agree with the browncoats. Fox never should have cancelled Firefly.
Zach Davis: ...were you even paying attention?
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, I just really miss Firefly.
Zach Davis: Fortunately the protestors gradually dispersed over the course of the day and moved their protest down the street to Starbucks. However, Mannion Spitz, the leader of OccuFly Reading, is currently in the building preparing to meet with interim WCF president Bobby Cairo with a purported list of demands.
Shannan Lerch: What could be on that list, Zach? You don't think this whole protest is a ruse to get into my pants, do you?
Zach Davis: Considering that Mannion compared the gaping chasm between your legs to the Grand Canyon I would say that's unlikely, Shannan.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage, the Confederate Title around his waist. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the rooes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more boos as Mary takes the belt. Mocking them, he sits on the turnbuckle and awaits his opponent.
The arena plunges into darkness as the opening instrumental begins to play. At the 20 second mark, the arena turns blue as a pyro explodes on the stage, Ryan Elias emerging through the smoke of the pyro. Wearing a large smile, he makes his way to the ring, occasionally stopping to flirt with the women at ringside, all the while making sure to show off his well formed physique.
Shannan Lerch: Ooh la la!
Sliding under the bottom rope, Elias moves for the far corner. Mounting the middle ropes he places both hands on the back of his head, showing off his abs for the crowd and the camera. Finally he drops down and moves to the opposite corner, again assuming his pose before dropping off the corner and awaiting the beginning of the match.
Zach Davis: ToT versus Business; here we go.
Henry runs at Elias and hits him with a vicious Clothesline to start things off; Henry stomps at Elias, showing no mercy. He then backs up and waits for Elias to stand; once Elias is up, Henry runs up behind him and Chop Blocks him.
Shannan Lerch: Ouch. Henry workin' the leg.
Indeed, Henry grabs Elias' leg and kicks away at it before putting him into a Leglock Grapevine. Elias yells in pain but refuses to tap.
Zach Davis: It may be too early for Elias to tap, but if Henry keeps this move locked in too long, the damage will be done.
Many women in the crowd begin yelling for Elias to make it to the ropes. He crawls, crawls... right before he's about to make it, Henry releases the hold, grabs his leg and pulls him back to the middle of the ring to continue stomping on him.
Shannan Lerch: Darn. Come on, Ryan, get that sexy body of yours in gear!
Henry climbs to the top rope. Elias stumbles to his feet and Henry flies off the top with a Flying Neckbreaker! He then pins the Business member.
No, Elias kicked out, just barely.
Zach Davis: Close, but no cigar for Doc Henry.
Henry backs up and waits for Elias to stumble to his feet. He does, turns around and gets the Gambler's Hand from Doc Henry!
Shannan Lerch: This has to be it!
Henry pins Elias, again, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: Ding ding! The ToT gets the win!
Henry stands up, grinning, getting his arm raised.
Waylon is laying, bloody, and unconscious in the medical center of the arena. Slowly, his eyes flutter open. He looks at the nurse wiping blood from his wound for a moment, before jumping to his feet.
Waylon Cash: Where is he!?!?
Before Cash can go anywhere, FPV and Bobby Cairo step into the frame. Waylon tries to run out the door, but the two men hold him back, and attempt to set him back down on the stretcher.
Bobby Cairo: Waylon, you have to calm down and take care of your injuries!
FPV: He’s not worth it man! You can get him later. Right now you need to see a doctor!
Waylon struggles for a moment, but eventually calms down.
Waylon Cash: What the fuck are you two doing here anyway!?
Bobby Cairo: I came to stop you from doing exactly what you just tried to do
FPV: and I came to help him. You need to relax, get taken care of, and you can worry about Gein later.
Waylon Cash: I want a rematch, and I want it next week!
Bobby Cairo: Not a shot in hell Waylon. The crowd is going insane over you two. There is no way you two are getting anywhere near each other until the pay per view. At the pay per view though, I will let you pick any match you want, and Gein is yours for the night.
Waylon thinks to himself for a minute, smiles, and quietly lays back on the stretcher.
Waylon Cash: Take me to the hospital.
Zach Davis: Next up we've got ourselves a fatal fourway match featuring two of WCF's newest additions!
Shannan Lerch: Indeed Zach, once again our roster is ever expanding. I sure do feel bad for whoever has to book our shows.
'Riding The Storm Out' by REO Speedwagon begins playing on the Jumbo-Tron as Hank 'Thunder' Lane makes his way towards the ring. He is wearing a long Satin robe with Thunder on the back of it in Diamonds. As he passes by the announcers table he grabs a mic from one of them and takes it into the ring with him.
Hank 'Thunder' Lane: Now I want ALL of you Fat, Disgusting, Out of shape worthless pieces of crap to close your eyes while I take my robe off! Your eyes don't deserve to gaze upon a body as fine as this!
He throws the mic down and takes his robe off. His Muscular body is glistened with sweat and shines under the light. He has on a pair of Black wrestling trunks with Thunder on the back of them. The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos as he awaits his opponent.
Zach Davis: Well that certainly was interesting. Thoughts Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: Can't speak.....lost in his eyes.
All of the lights in the arena dim simultaneously... Next, a massive pulsing light pierces through the vicinity as a barrage of pyrotechnics erupt. Smoke pours from the stage in the midst of various colors & hues. "Riot" by 2 Chainz pumps from the speakers as "The Dare Devil" Jonathan Jakobs emerges from behind the curtains. He briefly stops and places his right fist in the air, the crowd screams in pure euphoria. Jonathan strides down to the ring as he exchanges high-fives with a few of the fans. He climbs the steps & enters the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits his opponent.
Zach Davis: And here is Jonathan Jakobs! Quite the energetic one isn't he?
Shannan Lerch: Indeed! And what an entrance might I say.
The haunting guitar riffs of Cold's Confession drift through the arena as the Femme ICON makes her way out onto the stage and down the ramp amidst the chorus of boos and jeers. She saunters her way down, slides into the ring and goes to the far corner, climbing the turn buckle, raising both arms into the air, egging the crowd on.
Zach Davis: And here is the returning Apathy. Quite good to see her back in a WCF ring.
Shannan Lerch: I'm always excited to see the ladies in the ring.
A generic rock instrumental with an aggressive drum beat and guitar rift hit the speakers as "La Máquina de Muerte" Aníbal walks out onto the stage, Felipe flanking close behind him with a cigar in his mouth. Aníbal measures up the crowd from the stage before heading down the ramp and climbing up onto the ring apron as Felipe takes a spot at ringside. He then steps over the top rope and walks out to the center of the ring where he waits for the match to start.
Zach Davis: And finally we have our other new signee, the masked man known as Anibal.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my, he's a rather big boy isn't he?
The referee signals for the bell...
[DING DING DING]
...and this match is officially underway. Right off the bat all of the other competitors rush Anibal, catching him a bit off guard. He's able to fight back for a bit, connecting with a few lefts and rights, but the numbers game quickly gets to be too much and the big man is taken to the mat.
Shannan Lerch: We should have seen this one coming Zach. The big guys are always the easiest targets in matches like this one.
Zach Davis: It ain't easy being big.
Hank Lane is directing traffic now and he instructs Apathy and Jakobs to pull Anibal to his feet. They start to when Anibal fights back and pushes them both off. Anibal now charging Lane and he takes him down with a big football style tackle. Anibal back up to his feet and Jakobs charges him. Anibal with a back body drop and Jakobs is sent up and over the top rope, but he lands on the apron. Apathy is right there to meet Anibal with a few punches, but he turns the tables and hits back with a few of his own. Jakobs from the apron leaps back in with a springboard double axe handle to the back of Anibal, knocking the big man to the mat.
Shannan Lerch: And just like that these three have taken control once again.
Hank Lane dives on top of Anibal before he can get to his feet and begins hammering away with his fists. The refereee moves in to try and break it up but Lane rolls off on his own. Apathy and Jakobs both move in at the same time, both looking to continue the attack. They begin to argue over who should do it and suddenly the fists begin to fly.
Zach Davis: Well there goes that alliance. Why does that always seem to happen?
Apathy ducks one of Jakobs punches and then snaps off a superkick from out of nowhere. Apathy with the first pin attempt of the match!
Lane dives on top of Apathy and breaks up the pin. Apathy up to her feet and Lane is right in her face.
Zach Davis: And Hank Lane is letting Apathy know that this match is his for the taking.
Shannan Lerch: And Apathy seems to be agreeing. This is odd...
Zach Davis: Actually, I think she just sees what's behind Lane.
Apathy does indeed see what's behind Lane and she backs away. Lane spins around and is immediately met with a crushing lariat from Anibal.
Shannan Lerch: Holy crap! Lane just got flipped onto his head!
Anibal back up to his feet and the crowd is hot after that lariat. While he's listening to the crowd, behind him Apathy is going for the pin attempt.
Anibal spins around and grabs Apathy by the leg before pulling her off. Apathy back up to her feet and she charges the big man. She hits him with a clothesline but he barely budges. She runs, hits the ropes and comes back with a second clothesline but again he barely feels anything.
Shannan Lerch: Apathy might want to think up a new strategy for herself. She's not going to be able to power the big man to the mat.
Apathy quits bringing the attack to the big man and calls on him to come after her. Anibal starts to do just that when from out of nowhere Jakobs runs and dives, hitting Anibal from behind in the back of the legs. The big man is dropped down to one knee and immediately Apathy is on the attack, connecting with a kick to the side of the head. Anibal hits the mat and Apathy looks to go for the pin attempt when Jakobs cuts her off. Jakobs now jawing off and from out of nowhere Apathy with a kick to the gut and she hits him with the evenflow ddt.
Shannan Lerch: Affliction!
Apathy goes for the pin attempt on Jakobs when Hank Lane cuts her off, hitting her from behind with a big forearm shot. Lane spins her around, shoots her into the ropes and then takes her to the mat with Thunder Lane. Lane now walking around the ring soaking in the crowd reaction as everyone else is laid out in the ring.
Zach Davis: Lane, standing tall here.
Lane turns and he's met with a stiff kick from Anibal, followed by a Sidewalk Slam! Lane rolls out of the ring. Jakobs goes to attack him next, but Anibal ducks a Clothesline attempt... then hits the Muertes Bienvenido!
Shannan Lerch: Death's Welcome!
Anibal pins Jakob, hooking his leg.
Zach Davis: Anibal gets the win!
Anibal stands up to a mixed reaction as the ref raises his arm.
Shannan Lerch: A few weeks away from Asesinato de Mayo, and Anibal is victorious tonight. He'll get a chance at the one time only International Title match.
Anibal leaves the ring as the other competitors try to figure out what exactly happened.
Joel Hall is standing in the center of the ring.
Joel Hall: As you all know, I will be training new wrestlers and jobbers of WCF. I saw how they wrestled. And we all know that it looked like shit.
The crowd laughs at the true statement.
Joel Hall: So here comes my new students. They're the 5 I've picked 'cause I wanna start small.
Joel Hall: Introducing first, probably WCF's DJ, Liv3ratt!
"Bangarang" by Skrillex hits the speakers, and Liv3ratt comes out, bobbing his head to the music with his hands up in the air, and the fans cheer for him as he proceeds down the ramp.
Shannan Lerch: He seems to be a favorite for the crowd.
Zach Davis: If he's a DJ, how come he hasn't performed live?
Shannan Lerch: The WCF doesn't pay jobbers to perform.
Zach Davis: Hmmm...acceptable answer.
He slaps a few hands and climbs up the stairs, and then climbs the outside of the turnbuckle and steps over the turnbuckle before climbing down the inside of the turnbuckle into the ring, his mask to f---ing fat to fit between the ropes.
Joel Hall: This'll take awhile.
Joel manages to pull Liv3ratt in the ring.
Joel Hall: Next up, we have the poorest wrestler in WCF, who has the most common name in the world, John Smith!
"Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen is blasted through the arena. John Smith comes out, waving to the fans. He walks down the ramp and waves. He slides into the ring and waves at the crowd.
Joel Hall: On number 3, this guy is probably the ugliest motherfucker in the world. Introducing, the one and only master of the Uglifier, Rancid!
"Leb Doch Selber!" by Dark Kirchensteuer is blasted through the arena. A man in a hood comes out from stage. He takes out his hood to reveal his ugly face.
Zach Davis: Oh, god! What the hell?! Is he even legal for the crowd?
Rancid runs down the ramp like a madman and slides through the ropes. He makes crazy gestures until Joel Hall calms him down.
Joel Hall: Eh. I'm starting to have second thoughts about him. Next up, we have a hairstylist who will give his opponents a bad hair day, introducing Corey Rosdale!
"What What (In the Butt)" by Samwell is blasted through the arena. Coming out of backstage is Corey Rosdale. He does some poses and starts strutting down the ramp as if it's a catwalk.
Zach Davis: His hair...dafuq?
Shannan Lerch: I probably have the same reaction too.
Then, slowly he climbs over the ropes. And he poses to the crowd.
Joel Hall: Well, we almost wasted time with his retarded poses. What's next? The duckface? Bitch please. When you look at him, he's already doing it. Whatever. And finally, we have the superhero himself, the one and only, Subarashi!
Joel Hall: The one and only, Subarashi!
Shannan Lerch: I think he's just--
Suddenly, the arena lights go dark.
Zach Davis: Who turned off the lights?
Deep Voice: At the dawn of time, many have fallen to see the light. They have been blinded by the shadows of darkness. Only one man will rescue them all. He is the new Kamen Rider. He is...
Deep Voice: Kamen Rider Subarashi!
Silent once again. All of the sudden, "Kamen Rider Black" by Tetsuo Kurata is blasted through the arena. A shadow walks out from backstage and stands in the center of the stage. After the intro of the song, pyro is blasted on stage. Kamen Rider Subarashi is revealed. The crowd starts to cheer.
Zach Davis: I thought that this guy was a joke!
Shannan Lerch: So have I. But we'll see if he's jobber material or not next Slam.
Subarashi walks down the ramp, giving high fives to the members of the crowd. In the middle of the ramp, he starts jogging on the spot. In a few seconds, he runs to the ring. Reaching the ring, he high jumps over the ropes, landing in the center of the ring on his feet.
Shannan Lerch: What agility!
Zach Davis: You don't say?
He climbs up the turnbuckle and looks at the crowd. He raises his arm. He gets off and performs a kata.
Zach Davis: And he's a martial artist!
Shannan Lerch: This could be a new generation of WCF.
After that, Subarashi's theme song fades.
Joel Hall: Seriously? A Kamen Rider suit? Whatever. Anyway folks, we have my five new students here in the ring. They will train under me, so that they can wrestle better. That is all. Now if you all don't mind, I've got a match to prepare for.
"American Capitalist" by Five Finger Death Punch is blasted through the arena as Joel Hall and his so-called students leave the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Well up next, we have a match that is meant to perhaps settle a bit of a score here. Last wekk, GEKIDO seemingly walked out on his partners in the Trios Cup Tournament. Steve Orbit definitely was not happy about it, and he gets a chance to do something about that here tonight.
Zach Davis: Oh please! He can blame GEKIDO all he wants. The fact is, if their team was good enough to move on, they would have. GEKIDO saw the dead weight he was carrying and decided to cut his losses. I mean, the man surely cannot be expected to carry a team for an entire tournament, can he?
Shannan Lerch: What match were you watching last week? GEKIDO was simply trying to get attention. And he's gotten it. He has Steve Orbit's attention tonight and we're about to get under way!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall......Introducing first, from Osaka, Japan......GEKIDO!
"Surprise! You're Dead!" by Faith No More hits as GEKIDO walks to the ring and up the steps entering the ring and giving the crowd the double middle finger.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....from Oakland, California....weighing in at 240 pounds.....he is "The Mack" STEVE ORBIT!!!!
"Flashlight" by Parlaiment Funkadelic. He walks ahead of Golden Joey, talking to girls who mostly give him disgusted looks, which he is oblivious to and continues blowing kisses and making rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to Golden Joey. He continues to "flirt" with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring.
Shannan Lerch: And here we go!
Zach Davis: Oh, this should be good. I am looking forward to this one.
Our referee calls for the bell and neither man wastes any time. A collar and elbow tie up to start things off. GEKIDO takes Steve over with a quick arm drag. Orbit gets back to his feet and GEKIDO again tries for an arm drag, but Steve hops out of it, now catching GEKIDO with a belly to belly suplex. GEKIDO lands on the mat and Steve leaps to the top turnbuckle, taking off for a stomp. GEKIDO rolls out of the way and Orbit catches himself, landing on his feet.
GEKIDO rolls back to his feet now and the two circle each other a few times, each man throwing in a "test" grab at the other, getting a feel for what pace was going to be set. Again, the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Steve shooting into a side headlock. GEKIDO with the shove off and Steve into the ropes. On the return, Orbit with a double leg grab takedown and GEKIDO slaps the mat in frustration after being taken down again.
Shannan Lerch: Very fast paced action here to start with. GEKIDO showing signs of frustration early on.
Zach Davis: He'll settle in. All of this showboating crap from "The Mack" is going to tire him out. That's when GEKIDO will capitalize.
Orbit moves in, keeping the offensive pressure on GEKIDO, who suddenly burts out with a dropkick to Steve's knees. "The Mack" falls forward and hit the mat face first. GEKIDO capitalizes immediately as he hits the ropes and nails a running corkscrew splash onto Orbit's back. He rolls him over quickly for the pinfall. Our ref in position.
1...2....And Orbit shoots his shoulder up!
GEKIDO is undetered as he remains in control. He gets to his feet quickly, pulling Steve up with him and immediately takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. Orbit hits the mat hard and arches his back up in pain. The attempt at relief is short-lived as GEKIDO follows up with a jumping leg drop for good measure. GEKIDO stands ready, waiting for "The Mack" to get back to his feet. As Orbit does make it back to a vertical base, GEKIDO uses the middle rope to shoot himself off with a springboard back elbow, though Steve meets him with a dropkick to the back instead.
With GEKIDO now down, Steve takes a moment to regain himself and begins climbing the turnbuckle. GEKIDO begins to stir just as Orbit reaches the top. However, as GEKIDO does pull himself back to his feet he is immediately send back down to the canvas courtesy of a diving cross body. Steve remains positioned on top of GEKIDO after the impact, hooking the leg. Our ref slides into position.
1....2....No! GEKIDO is able to get his shoulder off the mat.
Shannan Lerch: And a few near falls here already!
Zach Davis: I'm telling you, this is going to tire him out.
Orbit remains focused after the unsuccesful pinfall attempt and takes hold of GEKIDO's arm, he pulls back into am arm scissors, but GEKIDO instead rolls into it for the counter, grabbing hold of Steve's tights for extra leverage as he pins all of his body weight down against "The Mack". Our ref back down for the count.
1....2...Steve forces his way out just before three!
Shannan Lerch: He tried to steal it right there! But Steve manages to kick out!
GEKIDO scrambles back to his feet as does Steve. "The Mack" for a roundhouse kick, but GEKIDO ducks and instead pulls Orbit down into a backslide. Our ref is again there to check the shoulders.
1...2...and another kick out by "The Mack"!
Both men quickly back to their feet and this time Steve uses his speed to get the jump on the challenger, taking him down with a running forearm. GEKIDO hits the mat and rolls back to his feet. Steve still all over him as he now blasts him with a clothesline. GEKIDO goes back down and Orbit now taking a running start into the ropes, GEKIDO staggers back to his feet, a bit unbalanced after the onslaught and he is caught right in the temple with a flying spiing wheel kick. The force of the blow sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the outside.
"The Mack" gets himself a head of steam once more as he launches himself over the tope rope and to the outside with a suicide dive that barrels into GEKIDO. Both men crash into the floor with the impact. Our ref now begins his ten count.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my! Did you see that?!
Zach Davis: Yeah, real smart, hurt yourself in the process!
Neither man is stirring right now as the momentum took its toll on Steve just as well as it had Orbit.
Orbit begisn to stir now. He slowly struggles to also pick up GEKIDO and get him back to the ring. However, GEKIDO takes an opportunity out of desperation and grabs the front of Steve's tights, using them to pull him forward and Orbit is sent head first into the ringpost!
Zach Davis: That's one way to ring his bell!
Shannan Lerch: Do you even listen to yourself sometimes?
Zach Davis: Of course I do. It's how I avoid paying any attention to you.
GEKIDO now struggles to get Orbit back into the ring. He finally manges to get "The Mack" up near the apron. But the ten count is still going on.
GEKIDO manages to roll Orbit into the ring and quickly follows after him, stopping the ten count. Now covering "The Mack" after the ring post tactic, GEKIDO is looking to end this. Steve looks to be completely out of it. Our ref checks the shoulders and slides into position.
1...2...3..No! Somehow, Steve manages to kick out before the count of three!
Zach Davis: What?! Come on Our ref, that was three if I ever saw it!
GEKIDO almost jumps out of his own skin with anger and frustration as he begins screaming at our referee, insisting that the count was three. Orbit is starting to stir on the mat and GEKIDO finally abandons his argument with with the ref.
Shannan Lerch: GEKIDO having words with the ref but to no avail. He needs to keep his attention on Orbit.
Now returning focus to "The Mack", the wheels are starting to turn as GEKIDO looks ready to pull out all the stops. Steve begins making it back to his feet, but is only planted back into the canvas with a DDT. GEKIDO again goes for the cover, this time positioning his feet on the middle rope for added leverage. The ref doesn't notice this as he checks the shoulders.
1...2....3...NO! Steve Orbit still manages to kick out somehow.
Zach Davis: What kinda crap is this? Learn to count, ref!
Shannan Lerch: There is nothing wrong with the officiating here, Zach.
Zach Davis: He needs to count faster, dammit!
GEKIDO is less than thrilled. Nonetheless he gets back to his feet, ready to deal out as much punishment as necessary to keep Steve down. He hauls "The Mack" back to his feet only to be stunned by a jawbreaker! "The Mack" gets back into this now as he's bought himself some breathing room. However, he doesn't take a moment's rest as he now has an opportunity to capitalize on. And capitalize he does as tosses the dazed GEKIDO up and over with a belly to back suplex. GEKIDO crashes down on the mat hard and the momentum has shifted back into Steve's favor.
Shannan Lerch: And "The Mack" has an opportunity here. He's shifted things back in his direction!
"The Mack" once again makes his ascent to the top turnbuckle and stands, measuring GEKIDO. The challenger makes it back to his feet and turns around just in time to be taken over with a diving hurricarrana! GEKIDO is sent sailing across the ring by the momentum. This has GEKIDO quite dazed and he staggers back to his feet only to be met again by "The Mack" as a foot snaps swiftly across the side of his head. Enziguri by Orbit.
He opts to once again head for the top. However, this time, GEKIDO purposely stumbles himself into the ropes which causes Orbit to lose his balance and he falls down, straddling the top rope before falling to the canvas.
Zach Davis: That was brilliant! GEKIDO showing up this fool yet again.
Shannan Lerch: I believe it was desperation. There was no real thought to that.
GEKIDO stumbles to his feet, and is a few steps quicker than Orbit. As "The Mack" gets to his feet as well he staggers right into GEKIDO's waiting arms and a 狂骨の鳴! It connects FULL force but the impact also further dazes GEKIDO as he bounces away from Orbit just from the momentum and he is unable to capitalize immediately. The crowd boos loudly at this turn of events. Though luckily for them, GEKIDO is still dazed a bit and holding his head as well.
It takes him a moment to regain himself enough to crawl back to his downed opponent and he drapes his arm over for the cover. Referee is down in position and makes the count.
Zach Davis: It's over! It's over!
1...2...3 NO! Orbit just BARELY gets his shoulder up!
Zach Davis: No! There's no way!! He should have been done!!!
Shannan Lerch: Orbit somehow manages to get a shoulder up! This is unbelievable! These fans here are loving every moment of this high paced contest!
GEKIDO can't believe it! He is losing it and you can see the frustration mounting on his face. He slams his fist down into the mat a few times, getting highly agitated. He forcefully yanks Steve back to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle with the hardest irish whip he's ever executed. The momentum and force sends Orbit tumbling upside down into the turnbuckle, sending him to the top, and he rests in a dazed, seated position now, perched on the top. GEKIDO rushes in after him. He perches himself on the second rope and grabs hold of "The Mack". But Orbit shoots a few elbows back at him, knocking GEKIDO down to the mat.
Unphazed, GEKIDO rolls back to his feet quickly and hops back to his perch, but again, some hard elbows from Steve knock him back. Steve is able to reposition himself to face forward. By this time, GEKIDO is right back after him. Steve respons with a hard side kick to the head. GEKIDO stumbles back. Steve, still positioned on the turnbuckle...he stands and dives off for a sunset flip.....Big Pimpin' off the top! He catches every bit of it with almost flawless execution and the crowd stands out of excitement. Our ref is there for the count.
Zach Davis: No! No! No!
Shannan Lerch: And Orbit with the victory! Steve successful here in a hard fought battle. What a night, what a match!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner...."The Mack" STEVE ORBIT!!!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a tag team contest! Introducing first....from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 270 pounds...he is "The Truth" NIC DANIELS!!!
The Lights Shut off and My Name By Eminem FT Xzibit Blasts Through the Speakers and Green smoke fills the entrance ramp as red and blue lights flash through out the crowd and Nic Daniels Walks Out With the Lovely Gina Caldwell as they both Walk through the smoke then look into the crowds for their reaction, He then looks at Gina Nods then Heads down to the ring as he poses into the ring as Gina Caldwell Claps at ring side as Nic waits for his opponent
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner....from Des Moine, Iowa...weighing in at 224 pounds...he is "Xtreme Fear" JOEL HALL!!!
American Capitalist by Five Finger Death Punch is blasted through the arena. After the intro of the song is finished, the pyro starts blasting out everywhere in the arena. The ramps, the stage, the ring, titantron, everything in the arena. Coming out from backstage is Joel Hall. The crowd starts to cheer for his arrival. He walks down the ramp and jumps on the canvas. Then, he rolls into the ring and looks at the crowd. He gives the devil horns sign.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents....First, from Pacific Palisades, California....weighing in at 250 pounds....he is ERIC PRICE!!!
Back In Black - Live by AC/DC, Gold lights will start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight will shine on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a grin on his face.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner....from Los Angeles, California....weighing in at 267 pounds.....he is FAMINE OF THE VILE!!!!
The End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage begins to play as the lights in the arena begin to strobe. However, there is no sign of Famine. Eric Price doesn't seem too surprised either. Nic Daniels smiles widely as the Vile One fails to arrive.
Zach Davis: You had to figure Famine wouldn't be here tonight. Not after what that sick bitch, Twilight tried to do to him.
Shannan Lerch: We still aren't exactly sure just what DID happen to him? But it doesn't look like we are going to get answers anytime soon.
Kyle Steel: (clears his throat) Ahem.....and his tag team partner....FAMINE OF THE VILE!!
The End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage begins to play again as the lights in the arena begin to strobe once more. The entrance ramp fills with smoke as this time Famine DOES make his way out from the back. He walks forward and stops for a moment before continuing to walk down to the ring as the music continues to play. The crowd boos in unison as the Demon King continues to walk until he gets to the steel steps.
Zach Davis: He's HERE! Shannan he's here!
Shannan Lerch: Famine looking to be in a foul mood, but other wise he's okay after last week's happenings.
He walks up and enters the ring over the top rope. Once inside he looks around at the crowd who is still booing as the music dies down
Zach Davis: This one is gonna be good! Famine is looking to murder someone!
Shannan Lerch: Be careful what you say, Zach. We may just have that happen.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah! Damn....uh...forget I said that!
The ref calls for the bell as Price starts the match off against Daniels. Nic and Eric circle each other, and Daniels leads in with a few jabs. Price replies with a headbutt that sends Nic down. But he is quickly back up and he nods his head, ready to go. Daniels now catches Price with some HARD gut shots that stun him. Nic keeps up the pressure, backing Price into the ropes and he continues to fire away the gut shots. Finally Price shoves Daniels off and the two again meet in the center of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Seems to be a little bit of a test going on here between the two.
Zach Davis: Boring! Nobody wants to see this crap!
Shannan Lerch: This is fast paced action, right from the start!
Zach Davis: Violence! That's what people want to see. Not two idiots dancing in there!
Nic is the quicker of the two and beats Price to the punch as he launches in with a high knee that rattles him, sending him stumbling back into the ropes. Nic follows in after him and takes Price for an irish whip into the opposite ring ropes. On the return, he attempts a back elbow that is ducked by Price. Once more he bounces off the ropes and this time, he fires at Daniels with a clothesline. However, Daniels had the same idea and both men collide! Taking each other down.
Shanna Lerch: Both men go down! They need to make a tag!
Zach Davis: I agree. Get Famine and Hall in there so we can see some blood!
Daniels starts crawling for his corner, as does Price. Nic makes the tag to Hall, Price gets the tag to Famine and these two now meet in the center of the ring. Hall swings a fist but it isn't fast enough as Famine grapples him into a front falling suplex. Hall hits the mat hard and Famine stays on him. He sends a stinging kick to his back and as he gets to his feet, he sends him for a whip into the ropes. But Hall leaps to the turnbuckle and returns with a jumping snap sidekick to the face. Famine falls backwards to the mat and Joel, knowing full well not to allow a moment's rest, follows up with senton splash. Famine is dazed and Hall looks to end it early as he backs away, measuring him.
Famine gets back to his feet and Hall moves in for the kill. Jumping for a bicycle Kick...but it's missed! Instead, Famine capitalizes with a sidewalk slam, catching Hall from behind as he missed his opportunity. Famine doesn't waste any time in delivering the beating to Hall. A knee drop to the face sends a shockwave of pain through Hall and he stumbles to his feet, clutching his nose. He walks right into Famine's waiting arms for a devastating spinebuster. Famine drops down for the cover and our ref is there to make the count.
No! Daniels rushes the ring, breaking up the pin attempt. Price now enters the ring to keep Daniels out of the mix. But Daniels notices him and rushes full force, diving at Price before he can do anything. The momentum sends Price tumbling through the ropes and to the floor outside!
Shannan Lerch: Nearfall there for Famine! Hall still has fight left in him.
Daniels doesn't hesitate to keep Famine off of Hall either as he catches the Vile One with a spinning neckbreaker, putting him down as well. The Ref has begun his five count warning on Daniels, who now drags Hall to their own corner and tags into the match. He enters the match legally now like a house of fire. Famine gets to his feet only to be met by a scoop slam that sends him back down. This is followed by a series of vicious, limb targeting stomps. Famine is dazed as he slowly makes it to his feet only to be taken over by surprise in a release german suplex.
Shannan Lerch: Nic Daniels lights this one up out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: He's getting lucky. It won't last!
Famine is staggering as he makes it back to his feet and Daniels moves in, staying on the offensive. However, this time, Famine catches him off guard with an oklahoma slam, buying himself some time for recovery. Daniels slowly makes it back to his feet as Famine shakes off the effects while leaning against the ropes. Daniels with an Irish whip attempt, but it's reversed by Famine. Nic is sent into the ropes and Hall uses this opportunity to blindly tag himself in. Daniels on the return NAILS a running spear and takes Famine off of his feet with authority! He immediately drops into the cover and it takes a moment or two for the ref to explain to him that he isn't the legal man. Daniels is about to lose it as he argues.
Zach Davis: That's right moron. Get back to the apron. Joel Hall is the legal man!
Shannan Lerch: Obviously the heat of the moment caused some confusion.
Zach Davis: More like the fact that he's an idiot.
Meanwhile. Hall has himself perched on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Famine to get back to his feet. As the Vile One does so, he leaps from the top rope, only to be caught with a sickening Big Boot! Hall is down and out of it, and Famine looks pissed! He hauls Joel to his feet and shoots a glare at Daniels as holds Joel, in a reverse DDT position and DROPS him with The Hellseeker! Referee gets into position. Daniels makes a move for the ring, but here comes Price who BLASTS him with a forearm and knocks him from the apron.
Zach Davis: And this one is over! You can add this to the books, wrap it up and sent it to momma! That's all she wrote.
Shannan Lerch: Very impressive victory here tonight for Famine and Eric Price.
Zach Davis: I wouldn't want to mess with Famine or Twilight right now. The both of them are fucking crazy!
Shannan Lerch: Truer words have never been spoken.
Zach Davis: The match is over. Eric Price and Famine of the Vile get the victory here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: He said he was coming out here to make an example out of them and he did just that.
Zach Davis: Wait, what the hell is he doing?
Famine walks over to Nic Daniels who is still knocked out on the mat. He grabs him by the neck and lifts him up. From the rafters we see that same metal cross that Sarah Twilight was on over a month ago. Famine drags Nic over to it and places him on there. Eric Price just stands there looking on as on the other side of the ring, Joel Hall appears to be coming to.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell is Famine doing?
Zach Davis: Looks like another crucifixion!
Famine begins to tie Nic to the cross once it's in the ring. He gets both arms tied but then Joel Hall comes from behind and hits Famine with a forearm to the back of the head. Famine doesn't move, doesn't stumble back or anything. He just stands there for a moment and then turns around. His eyes, white as a ghost now.
Shannan Lerch: What the fuck?! What happened to his eyes?
Zach Davis: I don't know but this doesn't look good for Joel.
Famine hits him with a boot to the gut and then plants him with the Hellseeker! He then stands up, puts his arms out to his sides and raises them. From the rafters a red viscous fluid comes falling down and it lands on top of Joel Hall who is now covered by it.
Shannan Lerch: Is....is that blood?
Zach Davis: It can't be.
Shannan Lerch: Knowing Famine, it just might be.
Famine then turns his attention back to Nic Daniels and finishes tying him up. He slaps him a few times to wake him up and he does. Nic tries to get free but he's unable to. Famine then grabs him by the neck and forces him to look into his eyes. After a few seconds, Nic starts to scream and shuts his eyes. Famine lets go as Nic continues to yell.
Zach Davis: What the hell did he do?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know but whatever he saw has him freaking out.
The cross then begins to ascend back up into the rafters as Famine stands there watching it go up. Eric Price now walks up to Famine and says something but no one can make out what it is he said. Famine just looks at him for a moment before taking him out with a monstrous chokeslam
Zach Davis: Good lord. He just took out his own partner.
Shannan Lerch: Well, ex partner now. The match is over. I think it's safe to say these two will never team up again.
Famine then leaves the ring as the crowd looks on at the carnage left in his wake.
Zach Davis: Is there anyone that can put an end to this mans sadistic ways?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know. I thought maybe Sarah Twilight had taken care of that but it looks like even she can't do it.
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 finger goes down till one and the one second finger is the middle finger. Then Hollywood Undead's Tear It up plays and the camera goes to the stage there is a figure standing there. They put a spot light to the figure stands and it shows 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.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall. Now coming to the ring, hailing from Stockton, California. Weighing in at 165 lbs. Standing six feet, two inches tall. TEK!
This man comes walking down the ramp as he drinks from the water bottle and bopping his head to the song and in his other hand has a black baseball bat, and has he starts comes to the ring the screen goes from color to black and white and when tek gets in the ring the screen goes back to color and black smoke falls from the roof.
Shannan Lerch: This match may be a heated one, as the ToT was defeated not that long ago by the Mulisha. I wonder what sort of mindset this next man will be in.
The beginning drum intro of "The Struggle Within" by Metallica plays loudly and rumbles the speakers. Fans all too familiar to the theme for this certain superstar cover their ears to shield them from the extremely loud drum roll. After the climax of the epic drum intro the song breaks into rhythm and Logan appears at the top of the ramp to stand in place.
Kyle Steel: Your next competitor hails from Chesapeake, Virginia. Weighing in at 250 lbs, and standing six foot four, this… is… LOGAN!
He looks totally furious yet determined, narrowing his eyebrows and clamping his lips tight and taking deep breaths in through his nose while looking around at the screaming excited audience. Despite the maddening expression, something about his presence gives off the idea that he's happy to be there. And so, Logan makes his descend down the ramp. He hits ringside and slides in underneath the bottom rope with a quickness. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle and fixates glaring eyes on the booing crowd, then, both his arms slowly rise above his head. The passion in his eyes refuses to die as he drops his arms back down to his sides and hops off the turnbuckle. "The Struggle Within" fades out leaving Logan to pace the ring.
The referee checks both man for weapons as they glare at each other from across the ring. As the bell rings, the two men begin to circle the center of the ring. They spend a few moments trading half hearted attempts, trying to test out the opponent.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like both of these men are putting the beef behind them, and making this win the important part. It will be interesting to see how this progresses.
Logan suddenly goes for a leg tackle, but Tek back up, and stomps his ribs a few times before Logan rolls out of the way and jumps back to his feet. They go back to circling each other for a moment. Tek lunges forward, but Logan catches him with an arm drag, and turns it into an armbar. He wrenches on Tek’s arm while he grimaces in pain, and tries to reach for the ropes. After a little bit, he manages to drape a toe on the rope, causing the ref to reach in and break the submission. The two men stand to their feet, and face each other again.
Zach Davis: Neither man wants to lose any ground after the Mulisha got a win over ToT.
Shannan Lerch: That’s a good point. Logan doesn’t want to fall farther behind Tek, and Tek doesn’t want to lose whatever momentum his team gained for themselves. This match is really about more than the two men in the ring.
Logan and Tek lock up, and struggle for a moment before Logan gets the upper hand. He whips Tek into the ropes. On the rebound, Logan ducks down, and Tek leaps over him, before doing a front handspring, hitting the ropes upside down. He bounces off, and goes for a back elbow, but Logan catches him in a sleeper hold.
Zach Davis: Logan is gonna end this one early!
Logan jumps up, going for a Connector, but Tek pushes him off, and hits him with a hard kick to the face on his way down. Logan falls to the ground, and Tek goes for a quick cover.
Tek wastes no time in slipping Logan into a sitting head scissors.
Zach Davis: There’s a hold you’re quite familiar with Shannan.
Tek squeezes on Logan’s neck, cutting off his oxygen supply as the ref asks him if he wants to quit. Logan says no, and starts to turn Tek onto his stomach. As soon as he does, he pulls himself out of the hold, and quickly goes to lock and STF on Tek, but the smaller man grabs the bottom ropes, and slips out of the hold, and onto the floor below. Logan back up, and yells for Tek to get back into the ring. The smaller man climbs up onto the apron cautiously. Logan stands in the center of the ring, waiting for him to get in. Suddenly Tek jumps up, and bounces off the top rope. He goes for a hurricarana, but Tek stops his momentum, and this him with a stiff powerbomb, before going for a cover.
Logan grabs Tek, and lifts him up. He whips his opponent into the roeps, and goes for a clothesline, but Tek ducks. Tek then bounces off the other ropes, and hits the hurricarana he wanted, grabbing Logan’s ankle for the pin as he rolls through.
Tek slowly stands to his feet, and measures Logan.
Zach Davis: Both of these men going for early wins, taking any opportunity they can to get the “W”
Logan stands up, and Tek goes to kick him in the head, but Logan blocks it, grabs his leg, and knocks him down before quickly slipping him into a Figure Four leg lock. Tek screams in pain as Logan lays back, putting immense pressure on the high flyer’s shin bone and ankle.
Zach Davis: This is an incredibly painful hold, and you can just SEE it in Tek’s face right now.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like your face when your boyfriend shoves… you know what, I’ll let the viewer’s imaginations finish that one.
Logan pulls hard on the hold, as Tek’s eyes bulge, and he grasps at the pretzel that is his legs. Eventually he loosens the hold, and removes on leg. Tek delivers a few hard kicks to Logan’s chest before wriggling out of the hold, and dragging himself into the corner. Tek uses the ropes to bring himself to a standing position, but is immediately hit by a spinning heel kick by Logan. Both men fall to the ground, but Logan stands back up first, and drags Tek up with him. Without stalling, Logan this him with a spinning belly to belly suplex, and goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: My god, Tek wants this win bad!
Shannan Lerch: But Logan wants it too, and as a great man once said: It usually comes down to who wants it more.
Zach Davis: Who was that man Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: I don’t know. Could be no one. We don’t have good fact checkers.
The two men lay exhausted on the mat for a moment or two. Logan is the first to stand. Logan drags Tek to his feet, and bounces off the ropes. He goes for a hard lariat, but Tek ducks. Logan spins around, and gets met with a boot to the stomach. Tek ducks Logans head between his knees.
Zach Davis: PIPE BOMB!
Tek jumps, but Logan quickly turns it into a hard Samoan drop. He pops back up, lifts Tek up, and puts him in a sleeper hold.
Zach Davis: This could be it.
Logan jumps up in the air and hit The Connector, and in one swifts motion grabs tek’s leg for the pin.
Logan jumps up as the ref raises his hand in celebration.
Kyle Steel: Your winner, LOGAN!
We pick up the scene backstage in WCF interim president Bobby Cairo's office. The entire room is ensconced in red velvet and ornate gold furnishings. It looks more like a King's throne room than an office, but this is Cairo's nature and he must be appeased or... bad things will happen. Large-breasted women wearing string bikinis and nothing else feed Cairo grapes by hand while stroking the insides of his thighs. Cairo looks positively dashing in a pinstriped Armani suit with his long black hair slicked back. Cairo is enjoying the company of his lovelies when he hears a knock at the door.
Bobby Cairo: Ah shit... must be that OccuFly asshole. Uh, ladies, would you excuse me for a few minutes.
Bobby Cairo: I know, I know. Bobby Cairo's boudle is irresistible, but I have some WCF-related business to which I must attend. I have responsibilities, ladies. I was chosen, by myself, to replace the ill-fated Seth Lerch. That means that his problems are my problems and they will be solved... the way that Bobby Cairo solves problems.
Cairo pops his knuckles, creating a cacophonous crackling sound that causes the bikini-clad lovelies to cringe. The ladies slide into their high heels and hop away like Playboy bunnies, leaving the door to the office open behind them. Mannion Spitz casually steps into the room, a smirk on his face.
Mannion Spitz: Attending to business I see, Mr. Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: What the hell is your name, son?
Mannion Spitz: Mannion Spitz. My friends call me Manny though.
Bobby Cairo: You have friends? I find that impossible to believe.
Mannion Spitz: You can get girls like them without paying for it? I find that impossible to believe.
Bobby Cairo: Listen, buddy, what I do with the WCF corporate credit card is my business. The only people that I answer to are the board of directors and they're currently locked up in federal prison on murder charges.
Mannion Spitz: Ah yes. Your buddy Seth Lerch. Shame what happened to him. That's what happens when you get caught up with Jonny Fly. That's precisely the fate that I'm trying to save you, WCF and, frankly, the world at large from, Mr. Cairo.
Cairo goes all wishy washy with his hand gestures.
Bobby Cairo: Fly? Uh, he's my top star so I have no idea what you're talking about. The fans have even started to cheer for Jonny ever since he had sex with the redhead and then bought everybody tickets to the pay-per-view down in Mexico... presumably because he was feeling so good after sex with the redhead.
Chad Evans: [off-camera] He doesn't have a penis!
Bobby Cairo: What the fuck was that?
Mannion Spitz: Would you mind if I sat down?
Bobby Cairo: Fine, fine. Just don't put your feet up on the desk. I only let women do that.
Mannion sits down in the crushed velvet paradise that awaits him in front of Cairo's desk.
Mannion Spitz: So you've stated that Jonny Fly is your biggest star?
Bobby Cairo: Listen, Charlie, facts are facts. You may hate the man, but Jonny Fly puts asses in seats. We haven't had a star of his caliber in WCF since the great "Slickie T" Allen Guiliano. I think they might be brothers or cousins or something, haha! Same line of work, you know?
Cairo winks at Mannion. Mannion nods his head in complete understanding of the gangland undertones that Cairo is implying.
Mannion Spitz: I hear you, sir, but doesn't it bother you that Fly commands a salary in excess of five-million-dollars per year while most WCF employees are earning less than minimum wage, being forced to work two or three jobs as a means of supporting themselves? Zombie McMorris is a former Internet Champion yet he sells drugs to people as a means of supplementing his WCF income. Former World Champion Jay Price has been seen rifling through the dumpsters outside of WCF Arena, searching for bottles and cans with trace elements of alcoholic residue.
Cairo appears aghast by Mannion's revelation.
Bobby Cairo: Are you serious?
Mannion Spitz: Yes, I am. Now do you understand the gravity of the situation, Mr. Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: I do, I do. We're only paying Jonny Fly five-million-dollars per year? I thought he was making seven-million per. This is an absolute outrage!
Mannion is dumfounded.
Mannion Spitz: Are you... are you serious? I've just told you that a former World Champion rifles through the dumpsters outside the Arena, and your concern is that Jonny Fly isn't making enough money?
Bobby Cairo: Jay Price is still allowed on the premises? Christ, I have some work to do, don't I?
Cairo presses down the talk button on his intercom.
Bobby Cairo: Chiquita, please instruct security to escort Jay Price from the property, pronto. I don't want that bum within five-hundred feet of WCF Arena or even the dumpsters outside of WCF Arena.
Chiquita: [through the intercom] Sir, the entire security staff was disemboweled in the parking lot this afternoon.
Cairo furrows his brow.
Bobby Cairo: No shit? By who?
Chiquita: OccuFly protestors.
Bobby Cairo: WHAT!?!?
Cairo scowls at Mannion.
Bobby Cairo: What the fuck did you do?
Mannion Spitz: If you weren't so busy getting your pickle tickled pink by those blonde bimbos you might have realized that me and my fellow OccuFlyers brought a taste of anarchy to the parking lot outside of the Arena earlier today.
Bobby Cairo: I could kill you right now. Do you realize that?
Cairo reaches into his desk and pulls out a pearl-handled revolver.
Mannion Spitz: Oh, I don't think you want to do that. See, I'm good friends with your buddy Chad Evans.
Bobby's pee-pee inverts. It crawls inside his body.
Bobby Cairo: WHAA!??!
Mannion Spitz: Chad has become highly active in Occupy politics. In fact it was his idea for us to protest outside of the Arena today.
Bobby flicks the talk button on his intercom.
Bobby Cairo: Chiquita, summon Chad Evans to my office immediately. And bring me Jonny Fly while you're at it.
Bobby, who is fuming at this point, grits his teeth while sneering at Mannion.
Bobby Cairo: We're going to hash this shit out right here and now. I just... I can't believe that Chad would sell out his libertarian principles by aligning himself with a bunch of touchy-feely liberals. That shit's just gross, man.
Mannion Spitz: Chad is an anarchist, not a libertarian, you dolt.
Bobby Cairo: When I find out what the words anarchist and dolt mean I'm going to be mighty pissed, but right now I'm just confused.
Bobby Cairo: Come in, motherfucker!
The door opens. Chad "Dogg" Evans walks into the room and takes a seat in one of the crushed velvet loungers in front of Cairo's desk. Chad and Mannion share a smile and a fist bump.
Chad Evans: Looks like we're making some progress?
Mannion Spitz: Eh... not quite yet.
Bobby Cairo: Hey, Chad? Eyes?
Cairo holds two fingers in front of his eyeballs, summoning Chad to look at him.
Chad Evans: Hey, Bobby. What's up? You still banging my wife?
Bobby Cairo: You still banging my wife? And causing riots in my parking lot?
Chad Evans: We had to make a statement, Bobby. This company treats its employees like crap unless they're one of the golden boys at the top of the capitalist food chain.
Bobby Cairo: Yeah, and?
Chad Evans: I, uh... am kind of against that?
Chad looks at Bobby like he's stupid. Bobby does the same to Chad. Neither one can make heads or tails of the others perspective.
Mannion Spitz: It seems as though we have a stalemate here. Listen, we're not asking for the world. All we want is for WCF workers to be granted collective bargaining rights--
Bobby Cairo: Whoa, ho! Wooaahoh!! You're talking about a union?
Mannion Spitz: That is correct, Mr. Cairo.
Bobby Cairo: You have to be shitting me.
Cairo rises from his seat and props himself up on his black Italian leather loafers as he breaks away from the confines of his desk and strolls around the palatial office suite. He stares at the pictures of topless ladies on his walls and sighs.
Bobby Cairo: It never ceases to amaze me how naive some people can be. You think porn stars ever formed a union? If they had it would've collapsed the industry. We wouldn't have anything to yank our cranks to.
Chad Evans: You're being a tad overly dramatic, Bobby. WCF generates untold millions in profits. All we want is for the wrestlers to be recognized as full-time employees and granted regular salaries, medical benefits and pensions. We also want provisions to ensure the safety of the mentally handicapped members of the roster such as The 8th Wonder and Parental Advisory.
Mannion Spitz: We also want you to eliminate all forms of death matches in WCF.
Bobby Cairo: Death matches? Are you talking about that shit with Greenfever and Baines back at XIII? That wasn't even sanctioned by WCF, so don't get your panties in a twist about it. That blood was on CD's hands. Besides, Greenie is alive again. He's a cyborg... or something.
Mannion Spitz: I'm talking about the two wrestlers that died at Aftermath, Roy Speede and Switches the Clown.
Bobby Cairo: Eh. Speede was a boudle and Switches was a PCP-addicted failclown. This company is better off without them.
Mannion Spitz: That flippant attitude toward employee safety is exactly what I'm talking about.
Bobby flops down into his crushed velvet throne behind his desk.
Bobby Cairo: Will you please shut up? God, you're more annoying than Shannan Lerch during a bender. Where the fuck is Fly!?
Fly waltzes into the room, fashionably late, stuffing his face with Vienna fingers and hot fries from the vending machine.
Jonny Fly: You rang, El Presidente?
Chad and Mannion turn around in their seats. They look at Fly with disdain on their faces.
Chad Evans: What the fuck are you eating?
Jonny Fly: What? I like it! It's the breakfast of champions!
Mannion Spitz: Breakfast? it's eight-thirty at night.
Jonny Fly: Heeeeey...... uh, who the fuck is that guy?
Bobby Cairo: That's, uh, Marion something. He's the OccuFly guy.
Mannion Spitz: Mannion. My name is Mannion Spitz.
Jonny Fly: Oh yeah?
Fly stuffs a final handful of Vienna fingers down his yap and washes them down with hot fingers.
Jonny Fly: You know... *munch-munch-munch* ...you're a real asshole, buddy!
Chad Evans: Hey, you can't talk to him like that!
Chad bounds up from his seat and confronts Fly, getting nose-to-nose with him... or at least nose-to-chin since Fly is a few inches taller.
Jonny Fly: Excuse... *munch-munch-munch* ...me?
Chad Evans: You've got some nerve, Fly. Who the hell do you think you are spreading bullshit about my wife being into you, or me being a child molester and a corporate banking shill... and having a prosthetic penis!? I ought to rip your throat out right now so you can't spread anymore of your damned poisoned lies!
Jonny Fly: First of all, you can't touch me. I have a biggggg contract. You lay a finger on me and you will be sued, lose every penny that you have, and then you'll be begging for change on street corners with the rest of your deadbeat OccuFly buddies. Secondly, all of those things could have been true! How was I supposed to know whether they were or not!?
Jonny smirks at Chad in classic Fly form. Chad flares his nostrils while fighting the urge to punch Fly in the mouth.
Jonny Fly: Third, didn't you spread some nonsense about how Jonny Fly rendered all of the women of the world infertile in the year 2525? Now, you can ask any of the female Flyfans that have been Fly-ertapped by the Flyaconda through the years and I can guarantee you they will refute every bit of that nonsense.
Chad Evans: You can't compare a premonition, which is what I had, to a propaganda film, which is what you produced and so proudly put your name all over. You want to talk about lawsuits? I could sue your ass for slander, you dirtbag. I'm not going to do that though. I'm going to beat the ever-loving shit out of you in that ring tonight and feed you my--
Bobby Cairo: Gentlemen! Gentlemen! Order, please!
Jonny Fly: This Flyentologist threatened me!
Bobby Cairo: You will have your chance to settle your differences in the ring tonight. Jonny, the reason why I summoned you here is because Chad, Mannion and their OccuFly group has a list of demands. Namely they want to improve worker conditions in WCF and I must say they raise an interesting point when they talk about how you're earning all of that money and most of the roster is making peanuts.
Fly looks incredulous.
Jonny Fly: Are you... serious? I'm the biggest star in WCF history, not to mention the greatest World Champion! Why wouldn't I make--
Chad Evans: Ahah! So you really haven't changed at all, have you?
Jonny Fly: You didn't let me finish! I was going to say why wouldn't I make...
Chad and Mannion glare at Fly.
Jonny Fly: Why wouldn't I make sure that the Flyentologists in WCF have fair and equal working conditions?
Chad nods his head. Mannion stares at Fly with a suspicious look on his face. Cairo drops his head in his hands, openly sobbing.
"Kill the King" by Megadeth starts playing as a huge Parental Advisory pops up on the WCFtron as green and red lights fly across the arena. Smoke fills the entranceway as Boss steps out in a grey pinstripe suit. Right behind him is Bo Young and Bong. They step aside and out walks Adam Young and the crowd beigins the chants of "BTJ". They walk towards the crowd with a mixture of boos and chants of BTJ. They climb into the ring and huge bursts of white pyro go off from all four turnbuckles.
Until The End by Breaking Benjamin hits, and out step Johnny Stylez, Hunter Valentyne, and Al Envy. The three look around the arena as the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: The crowd hasn't yet mind up their mind about The Business as a whole, but tonight since they're against Parental Advisory.. they're pretty popular.
Stylez, Valentyne and Envy all walk to the ring and slide in. But as they do, Bong, Adam and Bo run and start kicking them! Bong kicks at Envy, Adam at Valentyne, and Bo at Stylez. Eventually the Business members work their way up and each man is brawling with the other!
Shannan Lerch: All hell has broken loose!
Bong Clotheslines Envy over the top rope, sending both men out. Bo pokes Valentyne in the eyes and throws him outside too. Bo and Adam then grab Valentyne and hit a Double Suplex before stomping on him repeatedly.
Zach Davis: Parental Advisory, double teaming Hunter Valentyne here and getting the early edge.
The Youngs pick Valentyne up again and throw him to the ropes before hitting a Double Flapjack. Bo leaves the ring as Adam pins Valentyne, finally determining who the legal men are.
No, Valentyne kicks out. Adam picks Valentyne up and executes a Vertical Suplex. He stomps his legs a few times before applying an Indian Deathlock.
Shannan Lerch: Adam Young is a submission expert! Not good for Hunter Valentyne.
But his Business partner comes right to the rescue: Stylez enters and kicks Young off. Bo enters the ring again and runs at Stylez but Stylez hits a Back Bodydrop, sending Bo flying to the outside. Valentyne and Stylez quickly hit Adam Young with a Double Russian Legsweep before Stylez once again gets on the apron. Valentyne stomps away at Young before picking him up, putting him in a headlock and dragging him over to the Business corner and tagging in Al Envy.
Zach Davis: The Business, back in control.
Envy climbs to the top and hits an Axe Handle Smash to Adam's back. Adam stumbles away, and as he turns back to Envy, Envy hits a big Belly to Belly Supex! Envy then pins Young.
No, Young gets his shoulder up. The fans boo.
Shannan Lerch: Say what you want about Adam Young, but he is a WCF veteran, and he has been here longer than a LOT of people on the current roster. He's definitely an icon around here. Maybe not a positive icon, but an icon nonetheless.
Envy goes to pick Adam up but he hits him with a Low Blow! Envy's eyes go wide as he holds his groin, giving Young the chance to tag in Bong.
Zach Davis: If we did drug testing around here I feel like this match wouldn't even be happening; everyone would've been fired.
Al Envy turns around and is met with a Clothesline from Bong. Bong stomps him several times before picking him up and throwing him to the ropes.... Spinebuster!
Shannan Lerch: Ouch! What impact!
Bong pins Envy, hooking the leg.
No! Stylez and Valentyne both kick him off. Stylez and Valentyne pick Bong up quickly and before the rest of Parental Advisory can interfere, they hit him with the Total Elimination!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Shannan Lerch: Great move!
Envy throws his arm over Bong, and Stylez and Valentyne run at the Youngs, stopping them from breaking up the pin.
NO! Bong kicks out!
Zach Davis: That was damn close!
Shannan Lerch: There are a lot of random teams in this tournament, but these two teams are as unified as it gets. Great tag team wrestling on display, especially with that classic move.
The Youngs are still brawling with Domestik Disturbance, and Adam hits Valentyne with a Bulldog. Valentyne rolls out of the ring. Bo throws Stylez out as well, who lands on top of Valentyne. Both Adam and Bo step back, and as Valentyne and Stylez stand up, Adam and Bo hit them both with a Suicide Dives!
Zach Davis: OOOOF!
The crowd begins to chant "holy shit!" as all four men lay in the ground outside, holding their heads in pain. In the ring, Bong has gotten up and he's leaning against a turnbuckle. Envy runs at him but gets a boot to the face. Bong then hits Envy with a Death Valley Driver!
Shannan Lerch: RIP!
Bong pins Envy.
No!, Stylez pulls Bong out of the ring at the last second. Bong angrily goes for a Clothesline, but Stylez ducks it and Bong hits the turnbuckle post with his arm. Stylez then grabs Bong's arm and slams it into the post again, and Bong yells in pain. Stylez throws Bong back into the ring before quickly jumping up onto the apron. Envy tags Stylez in.
Zach Davis: Here comes LA Johnny Stylez! The Paragona of Americana! The DoN of DiSResPecT!
Shannan Lerch: Why did you say that so weird?
Zach Davis: The Epitome of New Age Wrestling! The Saint of Sin!
Shannan Lerch: This guy has A LOT of nicknames.
Stylez comes in and starts stomping away at Bong before putting him into a Camel Clutch.
Zach Davis: Shades of the Iron Sheik here. Stylez is making Bong humble!
However, the Youngs have made their way back into the ring, and quickly kick Stylez off. However Stylez then hits them both with Double Low Blows!
Shannan Lerch: How do you think that feels, Zach?
Zach Davis: ...sigh. Too many low blows in this match. It makes my little Zachy hurt.
The Youngs tumble over the top rope and to the outside of the ring once more. Stylez turns back to Bong, who hits HIM with a low blow!
Zach Davis: ARGH.
Stylez stumbles away as Bong stands up, and yells down at his partners that he needs to tag out. Bo jumps back to the apron, still holding his junk, and makes the tag. Bo enters the ring and starts kicking at Stylez, who works his way back up using the ropes. Soon they're brawling, Stylez ducks a Clothesline attempt and hits Bo with an X Factor!
Shannan Lerch: Stylez just smashed Bo's head into the mat!
Stylez backs up and waits for Bo to stand up. Once Bo is to his knees, Stylez runs at him and hits a Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: G.I.G.! Could this be it!?
Johnny Stylez pins Bo, hooking the leg!
No! Bo kicks out! The crowd boos like crazy.
Shannan Lerch: I don't believe it!
Stylez waits as Bo begins to stand.. he hits him with the Curtain Jerker!
Zach Davis: This has to be it!
Stylez pins Bo.
Shannan Lerch: The Business pick up another victory!
Stylez, Hunter and Envy enter the ring and raise their arms in the air, cocky.
Zach Davis: Great teamwork by them tonight... and they move on in the tournament to the semifinals.
The opening strains of "Today I Woke To The Rain Of Blood" by Combichrist filter through the PA system. The standard arena lighting is replaced by a flickering strobe effect that fills the arena as the music picks up with a thumping bass beat. The entrance way is illuminated by a green neon glow and the first one out from the back is King Jimmy Dean! King Jimmy draws a loud cheer from the crowd as he holds his gold and diamond scepter high in the air, ready for action. The cheers grow louder as Johnny Reb, Chad Evans and Kira Sakazaki appear atop the ramp, taking their place next to Jimmy.
The quartet of Big Dick Superstars triumphantly raise their arms into the air and then gesture thusly toward their crotches, sending the thousands of females in attendance into a collective squeal of orgasmic bliss that temporarily drowns out the music. Jimmy leads his troops down to the ring and walks up the ring steps to the apron. Jimmy smiles and waves out to the fans, while the Big Dicks hop onto the apron and flip over the top rope in unison. Jimmy climbs through the ropes and each man takes a corner of the ring, climbing onto the turnbuckles and signaling to the fans that it's time for some Big Dick Action!
"From Out of Nowhere" by Faith No More rings out over the PA system... and out come Kid Phantasm and Nightmare, the Unstable Elements. On their way to the ring they slap a few fans' hands... upon reaching ringside, they slide into the ring and begin quietly whispering to each other as they size up their opponents.
Zach Davis: Chad Evans is attempting to assist Nightmare with... something in the region of her buttocks. Kid Phantasm shoos Evans away.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “Requiem for a Tower” begins to play. 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 Jonny Fly.
Fly stands with the WCF World Heavyweight Championship around his waist and his eyes directly fixed on the ring. He stands motionless on the stage as the jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He cracks his trademark arrogant smirk causing another negative reaction from the crowd. Fly unwraps his World Title belt and nonchalantly tosses it off to the side, refusing to even bring it into the ring. He walks toward the ring steps and uses them to elevate himself into the ring, where takes a position in the corner to await the start of the match.
Zach Davis: The very potent team of Jonny Fly and the Unstable Elements are preparing to start this match. We saw them defeat Waylon Cash, Doc Henry and Nic Daniels last week.
Shannan Lerch: That was a good solid victory for Fly and the Elements, though they're facing a much more cohesive unit this week in the Big Dicks.
Zach Davis: The Big Dicks don't play as we know, and you have personally experienced, Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: I've also experienced Fly.
Zach Davis: Who was better?
Shannan Lerch: Hmmm.... they were both reeeeaaally good.
Shannan drools at the announce table while the wrestlers prepare for competition inside of the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks like Kira and Nightmare have opted to start off for their teams. A couple of wily kids hell-bent on setting the world aflame.
A handshake between Kira and Nightmare starts thing off though business quickly picks up as fists and feet go flying. Kira makes contact with a Handpalm Punch to the jaw, while Nightmare answers with a standing sidekick that makes Kira go "oof!"
Zach Davis: He stole my line!
Nightmare picks up the pace with a back elbow smash, clobbering Kira's eye socket and sending the Japanese superstar into the corner turnbuckles. With Kira prone, Nightmare pounces, dazzling the spectators with a cartwheel handspring elbow. Evans reaches into the ring and slaps Nightmare on the caboose. Nightmare retaliates with another back elbow smash, dropping Evans from the apron to the floor below. Nightmare Irish whips Kira into the turnbuckles in the Fly/Elements corner of the ring and then charges in behind him. Kira counters with a Drilling Dropkick that staggers Nightmare and drops her to a single knee on the mat. With Nightmare in prime position, Kira attacks with a Shining Wizard that throttles the poor woman's noggin. Phantasm winces when he sees that shit, but he knows that it's part of the game. Still, he reaches in, trying to make the tag. Kira will have none of it as he gives Nightmare flying lessons with a Judo Hip Toss that shotputs her back into BDS territory.
Shannan Lerch: We have some Big Dicks that are eager to explode on Nightmare.
Evans and Reb are bouncing up and down on the ring apron, begging for the tag from Kira. Kira tags Reb since he's closest. Reb comes into the ring as Kira whips Nightmare into the ropes. Reb and Kira take their stances, ready, aim and fire with double-team roundhouse kicks to Nightmare's head.
Zach Davis: Big Dicks just got head from Nightmare! Wooo!
Shannan Lerch: That is not sitting well with Phantasm. He looks furious out on the apron.
Zach Davis: He shouldn't take it personally. It's part of the business. Sometimes other dudes get head from your girlfriend.
Reb waits for Nightmare to get to her feet then springboards in and hits a bulldog in mid-ring. Nightmare appears dazed as she gets up, though she catches Reb off-guard with a desperation hurricanrana that, at least temporarily, levels the playing field. Nightmare rolls to her corner and makes the tag to Phantasm. Phantasm flies into the ring and blasts Reb with an Elbow smash, throwing the Inveterate Confederate's equilibrium for a loop. Kid stays on the offensive with a Swinging Neckbreaker that plants Reb's noggin firmly into the mat. Reb returns to his feet and Kid hits the Inveterate One with a German Suplex into a bridging pin.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
TW--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Reb fights to his feet and throttles Kid with a Facebreaker DDT. Reb rolls to the corner, flips up to the top turnbuckle and flashes his athletic gifts with a Corkscrew splash onto the prone Kid. Evans is bouncing up and down on the apron and Reb drags Kid over to their corner and makes the tag. Chad flies off the top rope and hot foots Phantasm with a Missile dropkick. Chad somersaults to his feet, flips Jonny Fly the bird and goes to work on Kid with Muay Thai knees from the clinch. Chad pounds Kid and then Irish whips him into the ropes. Chad tries some fancy floaty move that nobody really recognizes except for Kid - and Kid counters with a Jumping back kick to Chad's brain. Chad is sprawled on the mat and Kid pulls him up. Kid wastes no time setting Evans up pump-handle style. Kid hits a Pump-handle power bomb into the pinning combination.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
TWO--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Chad arches out of it and backflips to a vertical base. Chad ducks another kicking move from Kid and porks him to the mat with an Implant DDT.
Zach Davis: Evans Implant! That's a big move!
Chad slaps the mat next to Kid's head, taunting the New Orleans native. "His pee-pee is tiny!" Chad screams.
Shannan Lerch: I think Chad is drunk.
Zach Davis: That is highly probable.
Nightmare runs into the ring and lays Chad out with a HUGE kick to the back of his head. The ref corrals her back to the Fly/Elements corner but the damage has been done.
Shannan Lerch: That was not a sporting gesture by Nightmare.
Zach Davis: I disagree. I think it was the ultimate sporting gesture.
Kid pulls himself up from the mat and pays the same courtesy to Chad. Kid Snap Suplexes Chad with all of the grace and technique of Bret "The Hitman" Hart. No lie. Chad is left to collect himself on the mat while Kid makes the tag to WCF World Champion Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: Here we go! Fly versus Evans! This is what the hype was about all week!
Fly charges into the ring and hits a Leg Drop across Chad's throat. Fly quickly grabs Chad's legs and takes him airborne with the Airplane Spin. Fly spins around three full rotations before tossing Evans head-first into the turnbuckles. When Chad's head impacts the buckles it makes a mighty wallop that nearly knocks Chad Dogg unconscious. Fly pulls Chad up to his knees and drags him out to mid-ring. Fly smirks like the cocky mofo that he is and lifts Chad onto his shoulders. Fly lets out a yell as he brings Chad down with immense centripetal force in the form of a powerbomb. Fly hooks the leg.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
T-NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Chad pops up to his feet and, unfortunately for him, right into a makeshift Fireman's carry by Fly. Fly readjusts the positioning and aims for the Death Valley Driver. Chad wiggles his body loose and lands behind Fly. Fly spins around and eats a lightning-quick roundhouse kick to the teeth from Chad. Fly stumbles backwards. Chad measures, pursues and mashes Fly's dome with a leaping, crane-style front kick. Chad is nonplussed by the cheers from the fans. He believes their reaction was due to the flash rather than the technique itself.
Zach Davis: Chad is wasting valuable time arguing with the ringside fans over semantics.
Fly rolls Chad up from behind.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
Shannan Lerch: Kira made the save for the Big Dicks!
Chad protests to the referee that the pinfall should not have been counted since Fly cheated. Fly grapples Chad and hits the Original Big Dick Superstar with not a single suplex, not a double suplex, but a Triple Suplex. Fly holds position and bridges into a pin.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Chad kips up to his feet and ducks a European Uppercut from Fly. Chad runs up the ropes next to Fly, springboards and cracks the World Champion in the back of the head with an enzuigiri.
Zach Davis: Decapitation Style by Evans!
Chad cradles Fly into a pinning scenario.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
T--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Fly has only been pinned by one man in WCF and that is Jay Price. It will be difficult for Evans or any of the other BDS to finish Fly off in this match.
Shannan Lerch: Maybe they won't finish Jon-Jon but they can try to wear him down, weaken the strongest link on that Fly-Elements team.
Chad grabs a solid hold of Fly's torso and spearheads him onto the canvas with a Snapmare driver. You can tell from his reaction that Fly did not enjoy the impact from that move. Chad wrangles Fly into the BDS corner and makes the tag to Kira. Kira flies off the top rope and hits a Double Spinning Roundhouse Kick.
Zach Davis: Gakuran Kick by Kira on the World Champion!
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Kira hops up and waits for Fly, who is soon on his feet. Kira gets a running head-start and tries for his Path of the Moon. Fly evades the technique and shucks Kira through the ropes. Fly takes a slight breather, then hops to the top turnbuckle in a single bound. In the blink of an eye Fly leaps into action and pounces on Kira with the Suicide Dive, sending both men crashing into the ringside barrier.
Zach Davis: Both men hit the security barrier, but Kira definitely took the brunt of that blow.
Shannan Lerch: Tremendous athleticism from Fly. He's such a gifted all-around competitor. There's no shortage of ways that he can defeat an opponent.
Fly recovers from his wounds and rolls Kira into the ring. Fly considers going his risk again for the Fly Swatter, but thinks better of it for now and tags Nightmare into the match. Nightmare immediately makes her impact felt with a head & arm suplex on Kira. Kira is flipping and flopping all over the mat. Nightmare senses that Kira is just about ready to go. She pulls him up and flat-out pummels him with an inverted DDT that leaves Kira as stiff as a board... before his body goes limp. Nightmare goes for her California Roll-style pin on Kira.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Kira is a gutsy street fighting warrior. He's not going to be put down easily.
Shannan Lerch: Nonetheless he will be put down if he can't change his fortunes, and that might well mean getting a tag to one of his fellow Big Dicks.
Zach Davis: Don't ever count Kira Sakazaki out of a wrestling match, woman. Don't you ever do that in my presence.
Nightmare is stretching Kira out with a Surfboard hold, digging her feet into his spine as if his body were literally a surfboard. Kira screams out in Japanese-style agony. Reb and Evans shout encouragement from the apron and King Jimmy works his charms on some of the ladies at ringside, prompting them to show Kira their tits.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah, Kira's digging that titty action. He's no softie below the belt, despite what some have claimed.
Kira is digging for the ropes, he's hungry for them... hungry for big titties. Kira reaches out.... and grabs the bottom rope! Nightmare refuses to break the hold until the ref counts off to four and she knows she doesn't want to get disqualified. Kira is dragged to the Fly/Elements corner, where Nightmare tags Kid into the match. Kid climbs in and together with Nightmare hits a double reverse Russian leg sweep.
Zach Davis: Pyroclasm by the Unstable Elements!
Kid pins as Nightmare climbs out to the apron.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Kira is in desperate need of making a tag here.
Shannan Lerch: Perhaps so, but as much as Kid likes Kira... I don't think he's going to let that happen.
Kid shows little mercy and less concern for the Asian Phantasm as he lifts Kira up with the gutwrench and suplexes him into the mat. Kira's body is showing a heavy bruising from the punishment that he's sustained, though he remains conscious and fighting. Kid backs himself into the corner and waits for Kira to get off. Kira slowly rises and Kid pounces, hitting Kira with a running punt kick to the head that causes several dozen audience members to lose their meals from the sheer nastiness of the impact. The referee checks in with Kira to make sure that Kira is still conscious and Kira gives him the thumbs up. Kid promptly makes the cover.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
Zach Davis: Reb makes the save!
Kid takes a swing at Reb, but Reb scoots out of the way just in time. Kid turns his focus back to Kira, who is stirring on the mat. Kid brings Kira to his feet and cinches him in a steady rear waistlock.
Shannan Lerch: Looks like Kid has designs of taking Kira for a German sleighride.
Kira blocks the suplex attempt and counters with repeated back elbows to the jaw and cheekbone. Kid loosens his grip around Kira's waist and Kira turns the tables, slipping behind the Kid. With an almighty yell, Kira lifts Kid into the air and hits a German, Dragon and Tiger Suplex Combination followed by a pin.
Zach Davis: Tricolor Suplex! Whoa!
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THR-NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Shannan Lerch: Brilliant counter by Kira, but he looks spent on the mat. Kid is already on his knees and rising.
With a last gasp Kira does a Ninja roll into his corner and tags to Reb. Reb comes in with a prideful Confederate swagger, schooling Kid with rights and lefts from the heart of Alabama. Reb is throwing everything with power and precision while Kid is simply trying to keep his bearings. Reb backs Kid away with a push kick, then flips up to the top rope and takes flight. Reb twists his body into an Inverted Frankensteiner, dragging Phantasm to the mat and contorting him into an unnatural posture with the pinning combo.
Dash Monogan: ONE...
Zach Davis: Fly makes the save!
Shannan Lerch: Chad is in the ring now! He's had enough of Fly's antics!
Fly hits Chad Dogg with an all-powerful European Uppercut. Chad counters with a wheel kick to the jaw that stammers Fly. Chad leaps up for the Hurricanrana, but Fly catches Chad upon his shoulders. Fly tries to powerbomb, but Chad is resisting. Fly carries Chad over to the ropes, in a crazed state of mind, and tries to dump Chad to the floor, but Chad hangs on with the Hurricanrana position and flips both Fly and himself over the top rope.
Zach Davis: Cock-gobbling Christ monkeys, Fly and Evans both took a hard spill onto the floor!
Shannan Lerch: I'm not sure that either man accomplished what they were going for there, but both men are injured which is sure to please the other.
Zach Davis: These fans sure loved it! You think they don't like seeing people get hurt? Listen to these crazy motherfuckers!
Crowd: KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!
Shannan Lerch: Who are they talking to?
Zach Davis: It doesn't matter! That's the beauty of it! They just want to see somebody die!
Shannan Lerch: That kinda... gets me wet!
Zach Davis: Me too!
Inside of the ring Kid and Reb are brawling in one corner of the ring, while Kira and Nightmare are exchanging hard knocks in another. Kira bounces Nightmare with the Gakuran Punch. Nightmare returns the favor with a Fireball (yes, a fireball!)
Zach Davis: Kira Sakazaki is on fire!
Shannan Lerch: You're not kidding, Zach! Look at him go. I didn't know he had those kinds of breakdancing moves in his arsenal!
Kira's fleet-footed urban dance rhythms extinguish the flames on his person, but the mental scars shall remain for an undetermined period of time. Meanwhile, Kid hits the Ice Cap on Reb.
Zach Davis: We have a pin attempt by Kid on the other legal competitor in this match, Johnny Reb!
Dash Monogan: ONE...
THREEeeeee-NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPE!!!
Zach Davis: Reb's survival instincts kicked in that time and Kid Phantasm cannot believe that he didn't get the pin!
Shannan Lerch: Nightmare is consoling Kid, but Kid looks flummoxed. He clearly thought that was going to be a three-count.
Chad and Fly climb into the ring and bring their hatred with them. Fly spears Chad to the mat and unloads with punches. Chad absorbs a plurality of the strikes but manages to use his grappling skill to sweep Fly to the mat and gain top position. Chad gets the full mount on Fly and drops intense hammer fists to the World Champion's noggin. Fly flips Chad off of him, gets to his feet, hits a stiff boot to the midsection and plants Chad with a DDT.
Zach Davis: The referee is warning everybody but Kid and Reb to exit the ring, but no one is listening.
Shannan Lerch: Is the ref going to nut up or let these superstars throw the rulebook out the window?
All six wrestlers simultaneously put their pain and agony aside and let loose with a brawl in the middle of the ring. Fly and Evans trade powerful kicks, punches, knees and elbows that would make mortal man break into pieces, but they accept the punishment like it's nothing. Reb is engaged in a battle of Southern-style brawling with Kid, both men returning to their roots as a table is introduced into the match. They actually pull the table from under the ring together in between a back-and-forth volley of hard punches to the eye socket and behind the ears. From out of nowhere Kira and Nightmare come flying over the top rope and crash through the table. Kid and Reb look on in horror and help pull their respective partners out of the wreckage.
Zach Davis: Wow! The action is coming faster and more furiously than we can keep track of here at the broadcast booth!
Shannan Lerch: It's a table, Zach, not a booth. A broadcast table.
Inside of the ring, Fly has finally gained the upper hand on Chad. Fly whips Chad into the ropes, boots him in the midsection and lays him out with a BiG Spinebuster. Fly says that's a wrap as he heads to the top rope.
Shannan Lerch: I think we're about to see the Fly Swatter from Jon-Jon! This would spell doom for Chad Dogg!
Fly jumps off the top turnbuckle, forming his body into a missile as he aims for Chad's heart with the top of his head.
Zach Davis: No! Chad moved! There was nobody home for Jonny Fly!
Chad doubles over in pain before staggering to his feet. Chad gains his marbles and sets up Fly for the Anarchist Uprising, his modified Crucifix powerbomb. Fly manages to grab hold of the top rope and pulls himself to security on the ring apron. Chad gets a burst of energy, springboards off the top rope and sends himself and Fly to the arena floor with a crazy-looking corkscrew plancha. The crowd is HYPED. If all that weren't enough Kid and Reb are still brawling, as they threaten to spill into the stands, to the delight of the ringside fans.
Shannan Lerch: Wow. This is lawlessness. This is anarchy! This is anybody's match to win!
Indeed, Reb hits Kid in the head several times before throwing him over the guardrail onto a pair of middle aged female fans, one of which grabs his booty.
Zach Davis: Nightmare ain't gonna like that!
Reb then stumbles away, exhausted. He slides into the ring, and stands.... and the ref signals for the bell.
Shannan Lerch: Whaaa?
Apparently, the ref had been counting the legal men, Reb and Kid, all along. And Kid couldn't get back in the ring by the ten count, and Reb did.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! I don't believe it!
Shannan Lerch: The Big Dick Superstars have gotten the victory, via countout!
The bell sounds. From outside the ring, Kid Phantasm looks up, horrified, mouthing "what the fuck?" The fans begin to boo.
Zach Davis: Not the kind of resolution the fans wanted here tonight, but... I'm not sure how else this match could have ended, actually, all six of these competitors were putting their lives on the line, I'm not sure if it ever would have ended!
Reb gets his arm raised for a moment before he falls to the mat, exhausted.
Shannan Lerch: Our next match is another six man match for the Trios Cup Tournament.
Zach Davis: This one should be really interesting. We have one team that features Super FPV, who has to contend with Oblivion, the Monster who craves revenge against Super FPV. You have Nathan von Liebert and Jeff Purse have issues with each other due to the fact that Purse beat The Devil's Right Hand in ACW.
Shannan Lerch: On the other side, of the coin, you have two champions, Benjamin Atreyu and Gein Spector. In fact Spector beat the third member of their team, Oblivion for the WCF Hardcore Championship. So, a lot of underlining stories running, in this match.
Zach Davis: Get ready folks. Everybody better buckle up and hang on. This one will be electrifying!!
All the lights in the arena go out, as the title screen music from A Link to the Past plays on the P.A, causing all the fans to pop like a frickin' balloon as the lights begins to erratically blink.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Super FPV! He better have his track shoes om.
Zach Davis: Why?
Shannan Lerch: That's because, Oblivion will be in the same match and Super FPV will running, for his life!!
The epic 8-bit sounds of "Scott Pilgrim Anthem" rings out, as Super FPV practically jumps out the curtain and onto the entrance ramp, extremely hyped up. His fans form a row of hands as he runs down the ramp slapping every single one of them. He slides under the ropes and into the ring, smirking like a madman. He climbs up to the turnbuckle and points to the crowd, causing another largep op, before he gets off and begins to leap around a little bit waiting for the match to begin.
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.
Zach Davis: Here comes Nathan von Liebert!
Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.
"No, go away!
Leave me alone!"
Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.
"Don't you come in here!
I don't want you here.!"
The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.
"No, No, No, NO!!
The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso, as Heather Lee announces him.
Shannan Lerch: Now, all we are waiting for is Jeff Purse. That's another we should mention.
Zach Davis: What?
Shannan Lerch: The Angels of Death.
Zach Davis: What about them?
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse was like an unofficial member, of the Angels of Death.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He anxiously awaits his competition.
Zach Davis: Now, we are awaiting for the other team.
“I Know” by David Lynch plays on the sound system. Gein Spector walks out and heads straight to the ring, eyes to the ground; ignoring comments being shouted from the crowd. Johnny Slick walks out with a silver microphone, he stands at the top of the ramp with a grin. Johnny taunts the crowd as Gein turns to see Johnny, he shakes his head . Johnny dances his way down to ring side, yelling back at the fans as they booed him all the way down. He reaches the end of the ramp then raises his fists up in the air and yells “No Survivors.” Gein hangs his head in embarrassment.
Kyle Steel: Accompanied to the ring by Radio sensation Johnny Slick, weighing in a two hundred and forty five pounds. Hailing from Tomah, Wisconsin...GEIN SPECTOR!
Boos rise from the crowd. Gein rolls 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.
"Ecstasy of Gold" by Ennio Morricone plays on the sound system. The intricate melodies sweeping over the arena.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Benjamin Atreyu!!
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!
He slides into the ring as his manager walks up the stairs taunting the crowd. Benjamin Atreyu jumps to his feet as Blake Updegraff slips in between the top and middle rope.
He walks to the center of the ring, his manager raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner and his manager slips back out of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Boy oh boy!! Now, it's time to start the party!! Oblivion is next!!
Zach Davis: Shannan we are having confirmation, there is a problem backstage.
A quick camera view to the backstage, as Oblivion, both sets of Gathering, and the lovely Vixens are destroying the backstage arena. Hank Brown approaches Oblivion.
Hank Brown: Oblivi.... -OOF!!
Hank goes flying backwards, Oblivion picks up the dropped mic.
Oblivion: WCF ARENA!!
The crowd cheers!
Oblivion: Who wants to see a fight?!
Crowd: FIGHT!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!! FIGHT!! FIGHT!!
Oblivion: Oblivion doesn't give a flying fuck about von Liebert. Jeff Purse, you're just on the wrongside at the wrong time!! But, IT'S RAGE!! IT'S TORMENT!! SUPER FPV!!
Crowd cheers, some boo.
Oblivion: Little Franklin!! Once, Oblivion gets to that ring.... YOUR ASS WILL BELONG TO THE MONSTER!! MAYHEM!! CHAOS!! BLOODSHED!! That's all what's gonna happen in that ring coming up.... RIGHT NOW!!
Oblivion punches straight at the camera. The cameraview falls sideways.
Oblivion by Mastadon begins to play. The WCF Arena shakes, as the crowd erupts with thunderous boos and cheers!!
Crowd: OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!!
Zach Davis: This crowd is absolutely going totally crazy!! I can barely hear myself speak!!
Shannan Lerch: Same here!! No one can rile up this crowd better than Oblivion!!
Oblivion comes out from onto the stage, just for a second, as the crowd erupts with ear-shattering screams and boos. Oblivion proceeds to haul ass down the ramp....
Zach Davis: Here comes Oblivion, bolting down to the ring!
Shannan Lerch: Here comes The Gathering and The Vixen right behind him.
In the rush of chaos, all of Oblivion's entourage enters the ring, clearing it, in the process. The Gathering large and small, run all over the ring. The Vixen scatter, all over the ring, posing and conducting themselves in a very sexual manner. Oblivion goes to a corner and climb to a second turnbuckle. The Monster thrust IT's arms into the air. The crowd completely goes insane with their cheers and boos. That causes Zach Davis to stand up and look at the screaming crowd. Some, of them are losing their minds with the sight of Oblivion. While, the others are spitting out venomous remarks towards The Monster.
Shannan Lerch: THIS is why, Oblivion is completely awesome! Oblivion doesn't have to say word one and this crowd goes completely off unhinged!! This is completely amazing!!
Zach Davis: With everyone, in the ring, WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser signals, for the bell.
Shannan Lerch: And this match is under way.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse and Gein Spector will start off this match for their respected teams.
Purse and Gein Spector circle the ring.
Crowd: Let's go Jeff Purse!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!> Let's go Jeff Purse!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!> Let's go Jeff Purse!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!>
That infuriates Gein Spector, as Spector leans up against the ropes, with his right side. He looks at the crowd and raises his right arm, as if to backhand the crowd and shouts...
Gein Spector: SHUT UP, YOU IDIOTS!!
The WCF Arena rattles with thunderous boos.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Spector walks away from the ropes and collides with Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: Gein Spector and Jeff Purse, hook up, in the center of the ring, with a collar and elbow tie up.
Zach Davis: Both men about the same height, but Spector has a slight weight advantage.
Spector pushes Purse back into the corner, but....
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse gains control and pushes Gein Sperctor back into the corner.
Immediately, Stanley Moser is there to separate the two. Spector is yelling at the referee, as he grabs the back of his own hair.
Gein Spector: C'mon Moser. Couldn't you see that this chump had a handful of my hair?!
Moser quickly says he didn't see any hair pull. Purse aggressively walks towards Spector. The Hardcore Champion aggressively pushes Purse away and says...
Gein Spector: Get up off me, bitch!!
After being slapped and pushed on his chest, Jeff Purse takes offense and takes one good swipe at Spector...
Spector grabs the side, of his face, with a look of shock. Both men charge each other. with the energy, of the match so early with high energy, Purse takes the advantage of the early momentum and Irish whips Spector towards the ropes. Spector bounces off the ropes, quickly. Specotr charges at Purse, but Purse leapfrogs over Spector. Purse lands and spins around an awaits for Spector to bounce off the ropes again. Spector bounces off the ropes, Purse drops down and Spector leaps over a laying Jeff Purse. Spector bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: Spector bounces off the ropes, chargin at Jeff Purse....
Shannan Lerch: SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
With Gein Spector laying, on the mat, Purse flies towards the ropes and springboards off the ropes and...
Zach Davis: Gein Spector moves out, of the way!!
Shannan Lerch: But, Jeff Purse lands on his feet. Jeff was attempting a springboard moonsault, but he had enough sense and awareness to see Gain Spector moving out of the way and land on his feet...
Zach Davis: LARIAT!!
Gein Spector nails Jeff Purse with a lariat, which causes Purse to hit the mat. Spector goes to grab for Purse, but the high flyer kicks back and hits Spector on the forehead.
Shannan Lerch: While Purse was on his back he just kicked Gein Spector, on the head.
Zach Davis: Spector stumbles back. Jeff Purse just got up quickly and....
Shannan Lerch: Enzuigiri!!
That kick drops Gein Spector to one knee. Jeff Purse goes off and bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: This match is already full of action. Jeff comes off the ropes and ready to kick a kneeling Gein Spector with a modified spinning kick...
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse misses the kick!!
Spector ducks the kick, but grabs Purse and nails him with a capture suplex. Purse lands hard, on the mat.
Zach Davis: Gein Spector grabs Jeff Purse, as he drags him over to his own corner.
Shannan Lerch: Spector tags in Benjamin Atreyu.
Spector and Atreyu whips Purse into the ropes. Purse charges at an awaiting Gein Spector. The crowd cheers!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse leaps over Spector! Atreyu misses with a wild clothesline!!
Purse flies and bounces off the ropes....
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse springboards off the ropes and hits the US champion with a springboard clothesline!!
Zach Davis: Here comes Gein Spector!!
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse with a spinning heel kick on Spector!!
The crowd is in a complete frenzy, as the crowd encourages Jeff Purse!!
Crowd: Let's go Jeff Purse!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!> Let's go Jeff Purse!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!> Let's go Jeff Purse!! <CLAP-CLAP!!> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!>
Purse sees an opportunity and makes a dive to his own corner...
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse makes the tag!
The crowd cheers!
Immediately, Nathan von Liebert comes in, charging the ring.
Shannan Lerch: The Television champion loads off on Spector, who recieves a hard fist to the jaw.
Zach Davis: That wild haymaker sends Spector over the top rope!!
The crowd is cheering wildly!! Spector gets to his corner.
Liebert goes after Atreyu....
Shannan Lerch: MASSIVE HEADBUTT!!
The headbutt sends the US Champion straight down to the mat. Sensing an opportunity, The TV Champion goes off towards the ropes.
Zach Davis: We could be seeing that infamous legdrop!
Von Liebert goes towards the rope...
Shannan Lerch: Spector is trying to enter the ring, but Stanley Moser stops him.
The Television Champion flies towards the ropes....
Zach Davis: Did you see that, Shannan?!
Shannan Lerch: I sure did, Zach!!
The replay shows Oblivion dropping to one knee, on the ring apron, while grabbing the top rope down. That causes Von Liebert to tumble over the top rope and falls down to ringside.
Zach Davis: Gein Spector is trying to enter the ring. Senior referee Stanley Moser is trying to do his best in preventing Spector from entering the ring!
As the distraction is continuing. Oblivion drops down to the ringside mats and grabs the Television Champion...
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion just tossed the WCF Television Champion into the ring barriers, almost head first.
Zach Davis: I think that collision banged up Von Liebert's right shoulder.
Spector backs off, as Oblivion gets back onto the ring apron.
Shannan Lerch: There goes Benjamin Atreyu, leaving the ring!
Immediately, Atreyu begins to stomp down on Von Liebert.The United States Champion picks up the Television champion...
Zach Davis: SNAP SUPLEX!! Right in front of us!!
Atreyu picks up von Liebert and hits him with an European uppercut. Liebert stumbles back.
Shannan Lerch: Atreyu charges at Von Liebert!!
The Television Champion was waiting...
Zach Davis: Von Libert tosses the US Champion with a throwing belly to belly suplex.
Atreyu flies a few feet, before landing hard on the ringside mat, just a foot away from the ringside barriers. von Liebert grabs Atreyu, by the head and both of them heads towards the ring....
Shannan Lerch: Von Liebert slams Benjamin Atreyu's head down onto the ring apron, not once, but...
Shannan Lerch: But, a total of four times.
Von Liebert rolls Antreyu under the bottom ring rope.
Zach Davis: Ben Atreyu is inside the ring. The Television gets up onto the ring apron...
Shannan Lerch: Out of nowhere... A BIG BOOT FROM OBLIVION!!
Ben Atreyu see the opportunity, from Nathan von Liebert being kicked in the head by Oblivion. The TV Champion spins from the momentum of the kick, Atreyu grabs Liebert on the back of the neck and snaps him chest. neck area across the ropes, sending von Liebert crashing backwards and off the ring apron....
Nathan von Liebert falls, crashing down on the annoucing table. Shannan and Zach stand up, just in case they have to scatter out, of the way. von Liebert maintains blance and remains on his feet. He turns around...
Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu is standing, on the ring apron....
Atreyu leaps off the ring apron...
Shannan Lerch: Black Eye Sonata!!
Atreyu hits von Liebert with a spinning elbow!!
The US Champion grabs the Television Champion and rolls him back into the ring. Benjamin Atreyu throws his arm outward, as he tilts his head sideways. He is rained down with thunderous boos.
Zach Davis: Typical Benjamin Atreyu, gloating his "self proclaimed" genius!!
Atreyu rolls into the ring. There is a wierd feel in the WCF Arena. The crowd, all of a sudden hushes.
Shannan Lerch: The crowd senses something!!
Atreyu grabs von Liebert. The crowd begin to stir up, waiting....
The crowd explodes as Benjamin Atreyu drags von Liebert over to....
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD.... HERE COMES OBLIVION!!
Shannan Lerch: Atreyu tags in The Monster Oblivion!!
Oblivion begins to slam IT's meaty fists into the side of von Liebert's head! Oblivion Irish whips the Television Champion into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Von Liebert ducks a clothesline attempt and leaps in the air...
The crowd cheers!!
Shannan Lerch: Nathan von Liebert has made the tag!!
Zach Davis: Look at the face on Super FPV!!
Super FPV looks terrorfied. The referee instructs Super FPV to enter the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Super FPV looks scared as Hell!!
Zach Davis: Wouldn't you be?! That's Oblivion, in that ring!!
Super FPV slowly enteres the ring, with his arms up and he walks up to Oblivion for a handshake.
Shannan Lerch: Are you serious?! Oblivion dont shake hands!!
Zach Davis: IT EATS THEM!!
Oblivion looks down at the handshake attempt and slaps away the hand. That infuriates Super FPV.
Shannan Lerch: I think Super FPV is angry!
Zach Davis: I don't think that was a smart move!!
Oblivion begins to shake and roar out with ferocious anger!!
Shannan Lerch: Super FPV runs away and bounces off the ropes.
Super FPV bounces off the ropes and charges at Oblivion...
Super FPV hits the mat hard!!
The replay shows Super FPV bouncing off the ropes, charging at Oblivion. The Monster swings IT's two massive fists and slams the double sledgehammer across the head of Super FPV.
Zach Davis: Super FPV is NOT moving!!
Oblivion looks around, quickly before dropping down for a pin attempt.
Shannan Lerch: Surprsingly, the first pin attempt, of the match.
Stanley Moser slides into position and makes the count....
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-OO-O!!
Zach Davis: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!
A dazed and confused Super FPV is picked up and tossed into the ropes. Super FPV runs towards Oblivion...
Shannan Lerch: Super FPV charges, but slides between the legs of Oblivion....
Zach Davis: Super FPV dropkicks Oblivion's left leg!!
Super FPV runs towards the ropes...
Shannan Lerch: There goes the other leg!!
After Super FPV dropkicks both legs, Oblivion drops down to the mat, on both knees.
Zach Davis: Super FPV is off again, running towards the ropes.
Super FPV yells out...
Super FPV: FUS ROH DUH!
Super FPV nails Oblivion with a clothesline, that sends Oblivion backwards and hits the mat. Super FPV goes over and tags in Jeff Purse.
The crowd cheers!
Both Jeff Purse and Super FPV Irish whips Oblivion into the ropes. Oblivion charges off the ropes....
Super FPV dropkicks Oblivion's knees, from under The Monster. Oblivion drops to his knees, on the mat.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Jeff Purse!!
Jeff Purse leaps off from the top turnbuckle...
Zach Davis: Jeff nails a flying dropkick onto Oblivion!!
Shannan Lerch: Jeff Purse is making the pin attempt!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-OO-O!!
Purse grabs Oblivion and Irish whips The Monster into a corner...
Zach Davis: The Monster just bounces off the corner and...
Shannan Lerch: MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE!!
Zach Davis: ANOTHER CLOTHESLINE!!
Oblivion ducks a wild swing from Jeff Purse and catches the high flyer....
Shannan Lerch: T-BONE SUPLEX!!
Oblivion walks over to Purse...
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse desperately kicks Oblivion on the left thigh, but with no effect.
Oblivion grabs Jeff Purse and tosses him towards his own corner. The crowd cheers, mixed in with some boos.
Shannan Lerch: Purse makes the tag. Here comes Nathan von Liebert!
von Liebert and Oblivion are facing off, right square in the middle, of the ring!!
WHAM-WHAM!! WHAM-WHAM!! WHAM-WHAM!! WHAM-WHAM!!
Zach Davis: These two men are trading punch for punch!! The winning team will continue, in the tournament for the Trios Cup!!
Both men are hitting each other with punch for punch, knees for knees, and kick for kicks. Oblivion kicks the mid-section of von Liebert and...
Shannan Lerch: DDT!! This match has been back and forth!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs for von Liebert and drags him over to the corner. Oblivion tags in Gein Spector!!
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion stays in the ring, as Benjamin Atreyu enteres the ring!!
That causes Super FPV and Jeff Purse to enter the ring. Atreyu charges at Jeff Purse...
The crowd cheers wildly!!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse just nailed Benjamin Atreyu with The Spoke!! A quick, but devastating Super Kick.
Shannan Lerch: Jeff charges at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: BOOT TO THE FACE!!
Spector grabs von Liebert, but Liebert slaps the hands away and...
Nathan lifts Spector in a reverse suplex, and then lets go, letting Gein Spector, drop head first to the mat.
Shannan Lerch: Straight Jacket Drop!!
At the same time, Super FPV goes screaming at Oblivion...
Zach Davis: IT'S CHECK OUT TIME!!
Shannan Lerch: A nasty superkick!!
Oblivion picks up Super FPV and locks Super FPV into an inverted face lock, by reaching with IT's own left arm draping over Super FPV's throat/neck area. Oblivion reaches with his right hand and grabs a hold to Super FPV's ring wear, by the knees. Oblivion tosses Super FPV's over IT's left shoulder, while still holding onto Super FPV's neck and head. Then, finally crashing down into a Stunner.
Zach Davis: SOULTAKER!!
Shannan Lerch: Nathan Von Liebert is making the pin on Spector!! noone is available to stop the pin!!
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-OO-O!!
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell, did he come from?! Benjamin Atreyu, stops the pin!!
Oblivion grabs Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: NO-NO!! GOD, NO!!
Zach Davis: What's Oblivion doing?!
Oblivion walks over to a corner, with Jeff Purse over IT's right shoulder and....
Jeff Purse: AHH-H-H!!
Shannan and Zach has to scatter out of the way!!
Shannan Lerch: OBLIVION JUST TOSSED JEFF PURSE OVER THE TOP ROPE AND RIGHT ON OUR TABLE!!
The commentary table is in splinters, as Jeff Purse is motionless. Atreyu looks around and cheers as he celebrates stopping the pin attempt. Nathan von Liebert stands up and walks up behind an unaware Benjamin Atreyu!!
Zach Davis: SLEEPER!!
Stanley Moser is looking at Ben Atreyu. Moser is telling Liebert, than Atreyu is not the legal man. All of Moser's attention is on Atreyu and Liebert.
Shannan Lerch: Von Liebert totally forgot about Gein Spector!
Zach Davis: Look everywhere!! There's carnage everywhere!! Look at our commentary table. Jeff Purse still has not moved!!
Gein Spector creeps up behind Nathan Von Liebert....
Shannan Lerch: Spector clips von Liebert!!
Von Liebert let's go of Atreyu, as Spector stands behind Liebert.
Zach Davis: AUTO-DA-FE!!
Benjamin Atreyu charges at Super FPV.
Shannan Lerch: Stanley has lost control of this match!!
Atreyu grabs Super FPV and tosses him into the ropes. Super FPV bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: OH HELL!! OBLIVION!!
Oblivion waits for Super FPV to come off the ropes....
Shannan Lerch: A HUU-UGE BACK BODY DROP!!
Zach Davis: This is what the fans want!! Simple revenge!! That's all Oblivion wanted revenge on Super FPV!!
Oblivion creeps around the body of Super FPV!! The Gathering creeps around the ring, as the Monstrous Gathering roars out. The Vixens are licking their lips for a possible post-match snack!! Super FPV stands up and Oblivion is behind Super FPV!!
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion has the Straight Jacket full nelson, on Super FPV!!
As Oblivion squeezes the full nelson on Super FPV, The Monster in a psychotic rant, Oblivion belts out a high pitch squeal, as IT shakes Super FPV violently, like a ragdoll. Oblivion slams down Super FPV, who is somewhat motionless. Oblivion looks at IT's black gloved right hand.
Zach Davis: Oh God, what now!!
Oblivion drops down and proceeds to clamp down across Super FPV's head, with The Claw!! Super FPV begins to scream out, in extreme pain!! Oblivion's face has a wild and scary expression across it!! Oblivion keeps squeezing the head of Super FPV, whose left leg is twitching, spasming from pain.
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!! OBLIVION IS NOT RIPPING THE FOREHEAD OF SUPER FPV, WITH IT'S OWN TEETH!! SUPER FPV IS LACERATED!! BLOOD IS POURING OUT OF SUPER FPV'S HEAD!!
Super FPV has had enough. He taps out, not wanting his face, his bread and butter, to continue to be mauled by a maniac. The ref quickly calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: There you have it! Oblivion, Gein Spector and Benjamin Atreyu walk away with the win!
Shannan Lerch: Too many maniacs in one match..
Oblivion finally releases his "hold" and stands up, getting his arm raised. FPV rolls out of the ring and runs to the back, wanting to get medical attention immediately to reduce scarring.
The cameras catch up to the back entrance to the arena where the guards are stopping someone from entering the building. Black baseball cap pulled down to cover the face of the one speaking to the guards was all that could be seen as the cameras tried to get closer.
?: Look, I don't know who you get your information from... but I work here.
Security: I'm afraid you used to work here... I can not let you in if you're not a current employee of the WCF.
?: You have got to be fucking kidding me! You're going to let me through this fucking door if its the....
Sarah Twilight: Are you deaf? Our manager works here. Now back the fuck off!
Our cameras pan back to see the current reigning WCF Tag Team Champions, Sarah Twilight and Ayria Adams as they approach the moronic security guard. Sarah looks like she is ready to kick his ass just for the hell of it.
Security: I.....well I was unaware of that.
Sarah narrows her eyes at him and shakes her head in disgust.
Sarah Twilight: Well now you're aware. So that would mean, go....eat a fucking donut or something. We don't need your rent-a-cop ass for anything.
Security: Yes ma'am....my apologies.
Ayria Adams: That's right robo-cop! Get moving! Don't look at the Awesomeness with that tone of voice or I'll smack the taste out of your face!
The tag team champions share a laugh. Finally, as the bumbling idiot of a security guard moves along, taking head to the threats...our cameras can focus in on just who exactly was this manager that Sarah had spoken of. Our cameras pan ahead to see the manager of the two finally stepping through the doors.
?: You came just in the nick of time. I was so about to shove my heel up his ass!
That black cap was pulled off before her hair was tossed back and none other then Kaylyn James Evans was standing there with a smirk on her face.
Kaylyn James Evans: Ah, finally. I knew if I stepped foot into this place again it would be for a damn good reason, and managing you two ladies seems like the best reason that has come around. These boys had better watch out... because the ladies... are taking over.
Sarah Twilight: Damn right. Well Kay, I guess we'll see you out there. We're going out tonight afterwards. You shoud come.
Kaylyn James Evans: Oh hell yes I am there!
Sarah Twilight: Good. We'll be glad to have you around. Well, business first, shall we?
The three lovely ladies make their way down the corridor toward the arena as we head back down to ringside.
All of the lights in the arena drop as the stage and ramp light up with an eerie red glow. The smarks in attendance get ready to start up a "Jay Fucking Price" chant when suddenly..."Huntin' Humans? Ain't nuthin but nuthin'. They all run like scared little rabbits. Run rabbit run. RUN RABBIT RUN!" blasts over the PA system. Aggressive drums kick in and crescendo into "Clap for the Killers" by Street Sweeper Social Club. The theme is drowned out by the crowd, who are split in half by boos and cheers as Jay Price and Greenfever emerge from the darkness. The two make their way down the ramp toward the ring, not paying attention to the trash being hurled at them. Greenfever slides into the ring as Price opts for the ring steps. The music fades out and the lights come back on as they discuss strategy in their corner.
"With Oden On Our Side" hits the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer and once the vocals start, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, center stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow and methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know why we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin joins Price and Greenfever to discuss strategy as they wait for the match to get underway.
"Better Than You" by Metallica hits and Gravedigger, Sarah Twilight and Ayria Adams converge at the top of the ramp... along with Kaylyn James Evans!
Zach Davis: This is a hugeee Slam main event and a great way to end the second round of Trios Cup matches.
Shannan Lerch: Zach, Zach! That's Kaylyn James Evans with Better Than You! What is she doing here?
Zach Davis: Well, I... don't know! This is a total surprise!
The members of Better Than You make their way down the ramp, never taking their eyes off of the Nordic LadyKillerz inside of the ring as they do so.
Shannan Lerch: It's been a great night of action and with these six superstars meeting in the same ring, and Kaylyn apparently joining Better Than You in some sort of managerial capacity, anything can happen. There's certainly no shortage of bad blood.
Better Than You takes their place inside of the ring, huddled in their corner discussing strategy. The Nordic LadyKillerz do the same across the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks like Adams is going to start for Better Than You and... Greenfever is starting for his team.
Shannan Lerch: And that's not Switches, that's the REAL Greenie! A very scary man indeed.
Adams and Fever circle a bit to start before moving in for the lock-up. Greenie gains the edge with a headlock and Ayria shoves him into the ropes. Greenie rebounds, Ayria leapfrogs, Greenie rebounds again and hits an S.T.O.-to- FlatLiner -to- Chokeslam combo. Greenie tries to pin, but Ayria rolls out of the ring. Greenie follows her outside and Adams pokes Greenie in the eye when the ref isn't looking. Greenie returns the favor with an eye gouge. Ayria returns fire with another eye poke and Greenie is now temporarily blinded in both eyes. As if guided by an unseen force, Greenie gouges Ayria's eye and she's now blinded in both eyes as well. They instinctively roll into the ring to avoid being counted out and then follow their partners' voices to find their respective corners. Ayria is tagged by Twilight while Greenie is tagged by Price.
Zach Davis: A strange start to this match, that's for sure, but now we have Twilight and Price in the ring!
Shannan Lerch: They represent two-thirds of the World Title match from Aftermath, albeit the unsuccessful two-thirds.
Twilight and Price grapple for the advantage. Price gains the upper hand and Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplexes Twilight to the other side of the ring. Twilight regains her footing and Price charges with a running Yakuza kick that knocks Twilight into the corner. Price charges into the corner and eats a Forearm smash from Twilight. Twilight follows with a Front Toe Kick and then Face Plant DDTs Price. Price covers his face with his hands and gets to his feet. Twilight hits a High Angle Backbreaker and really asserts her will with a powerful Sit Down Tiger Bomb. Twilight can feel the momentum on her side as she gets to her feet and waits for Price. A "TWI-LIGHT!" chant breaks out, which Sarah ignores. When Price stands Sarah hits him with a Standing Dropkick that knocks the former World Champion over the top rope.
Zach Davis: Price took a big spill on the floor outside of the ring!
Shannan Lerch: He's resilient though, Zach. He's already getting to his feet.
Twilight greets Price with a Baseball slide dropkick to the face, through the ropes. She lands on her feet outside of the ring while Price drops down to the floor. Sarah pulls Price up and Irish whips him into the steel ring post, but Price reverses it and sends Sarah into the post.
The sound of spine meeting steel resonates through the Arena as Sarah winces in pain. Sarah steps forward and walks right into an Exploder Suplex from Price. Price hops to his feet and rolls Twilight and himself into the ring before the ref counts them both out. Price drags Twilight into the Nordic LadyKillerz corner of the ring and makes the tag to Odin. Odin steps over the top rope and walks on Twilight, pressing down on her with the full weight of his three-hundred and forty pound frame.
Zach Davis: Odin is showing no respect for Twilight. He's walking on her like she's a welcome mat.
Shannan Lerch: That could be a big mistake by Balfore. We know how dangerous Twilight is when she gets mad.
Zach Davis: Famine of the Vile knows all about that!
Odin pulls Sarah up and whips her into the turnbuckles. Balfore hits Clubbing blows to Twilight's face and chest and follows with a European uppercut that rocks her head back. Odin continues his attack with a strong head butt and then lifts Twilight for a stalling suplex. Kaylyn climbs onto the apron, drawing the attention of the referee. Meanwhile, Ayria runs into the ring and hits a chop block on Odin, causing Balfore to fall to the mat as Twilight lands on top of him. Kaylyn drops down from the apron and the ref turns around to see Twilight pinning Odin.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
TW-NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Kaylyn is already paying dividends for Better Than You! She just assisted Twilight and Adams and it was Odin who paid the price.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of Price, he's yelling at the referee about what happened but the ref says he didn't see the interference from Adams. Apparently he was too busy ogling Kaylyn's cleavage to notice.
Zach Davis: Can't blame him for that!
Twilight gets to her feet and hits a Running snap kick to Odin's face. Odin angrily lumbers to his feet and gives chase. Balfore thinks he has Sarah trapped in a corner, but Twilight uses her speed to slip out of there before any harm can be done. Odin spins around just as Sarah hits a Running Dropkick to his knee. Odin lets out a grunt but instead of going down he stands tall and clobbers Twilight with a running knee lift. Odin grabs hold of Sarah and German Suplexes her nearly through the ring.
Zach Davis: Odin shook the ring with that suplex! Damn that was some nasty impact!
Shannan Lerch: Balfore is one of the strongest men in WCF history and when he gets his hands on you, you're in trouble as Twilight found out.
Odin cricks his neck and tags Greenfever into the match. Twilight looks toward her partners, but Greenie cuts her off before she can make the tag and drags her to the NLK corner of the ring by her foot. Greenie pulls Sarah up and flurries with Trapping Head-Butts. Greenie peppers Twilight with a dozen of the strikes and then lets go, allowing her to fall to the mat. Greenie follows her as he drops down and sinks his teeth into Twilight, biting her face like a madman.
Zach Davis: Yuck! Greenfever is making Twilight's face his dinner!
Shannan Lerch: Poor Sarah. I mean I'm sure she's been eaten before, but not like this.
The referee chastises Greenfever while Sarah's Better Than You teammates scream at the ref to disqualify Fever. Fever finally ceases gnawing on Sarah's face after the ref's count reaches four. Greenie whips Sarah into the ropes and catches her with his famous Side kick to Round-house kick to Spin-Kick Combo. Greenie follows it up by trapping Sarah in a Dragon Sleeper. Sarah yells out in pain while reaching out for the ropes.
Zach Davis: Greenie doesn't show his technical submission arsenal very often but when he does, he's potent.
Shannan Lerch: Oh for sure. Greenie can coax the submission if he has to, but he typically prefers to batter and bloody his opponents until his heart's content. Right here for example, I think he's using this Dragon Sleeper to wear Sarah down rather than to submit her, but it looks like he's got it locked in pretty tight.
The hold is tight, but Sarah gets close enough to the ropes to grab them and Greenie is forced to break. Greenie gets Sarah to her feet, positions her... and hits a Deathdrop out of the corner! Fever makes the cover on Twilight.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Greenie tags Price and remains in the ring with his LadyKillerz cohort. They scoop Twilight up from the mat and hit a Double Snap DDT.
Zach Davis: !DISCOMBOBULATION! by The LadyKillerz!
Price makes the pin.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
T--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Shannan Lerch: Impressive resiliency being shown by Twilight here but she needs to make a tag to one of her teammates. She's taking too much punishment.
Twilight gets a fire lit under her ass when she sees Price's cocky smirk. Sarah explodes with a Burst Clothesline that stuns Price. Price returns to his feet and is spun around and taken for a ride with a Released German Suplex by Twilight. Sarah ties Price to the Tree of Woe and then climbs up to the top turnbuckle, where she stands on Price's ankles. Price looks up for escape and Twilight leaps off the top and hits a double foot ghetto stomp to the face. Twilight leaves Price tied in the Tree of Woe and tags Gravedigger into the match. Digger comes in with a head of steam and stuffs hard boots to Price's chest and face. After landing a solid barrage of the stomps, Digger unties Price from the Tree of Woe and drags him out to mid-ring. Digger lifts Price onto his shoulders and plants him with a BIG powerbomb that knocks all the wind out of Price. Digger makes the pin.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
T--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Digger pulls Price up from the mat and hits a Russian Leg Sweep. Digger grabs Price's legs and tries to set him up for the Sharpshooter, but Price shucks Digger away and kips up to his feet. Price lands Knife Edge Chops to Digger's chest and throat. Price goes for a kick, Digger catches his leg, Price flips up and hits an Enzuigiri.
Zach Davis: Price cracked Gravedigger in the skull with that Enzuigiri!
Shannan Lerch: You just know that these two men take immense pleasure in hurting each other.
Zach Davis: There's no doubt about that. Price and Digger have one of the most storied rivalries in modern day WCF.
As Gravedigger gets to his feet Price hits a Springboard Shoulder Block that knocks him back down. Digger sits up on the mat... Price hits a Running Dropkick to the face. Price builds up a head of steam and hits Digger with a Rolling Snapmare, further punishing the big man.
Shannan Lerch: Price is really taking it to Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: He's all fired up. Price would love to win this match by beating his arch-nemesis.
Price gets Digger up and goes for his Price-plex, a Spinning Fisherman Suplex. Digger has the move scouted and blocks it. Digger changes positions and plants Price with a Rock Bottom.
Zach Davis: Respecto! Gravedigger hit Respecto on Price! Can he make the pin?
Digger is still a little groggy and he's only able to drape an arm over Price's chest.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Shannan Lerch: Price took a chance, trying to finish Gravedigger off, and maybe he let his emotions get the best of him that time.
Zach Davis: Fortunately for Price he had done enough damage to Gravedigger to prevent him from being able to make a proper pin attempt. That might have been the difference in Price kicking out.
Shannan Lerch: Although it's worth noting that Odin and Greenfever were both in the ring, ready to make the save.
Zach Davis: And Ayria and Sarah were both in the ring, ready to cut them off.
Shannan Lerch: Man, that's a showdown that I would love to see.
Zach Davis: Well, keep watching. We may get some tornado tag action before the night is over.
Digger and Price both scrape themselves off of the mat and once up they exchange heavy punches back and forth. They stagger like drunken barroom brawlers, both men landing hard shots and neither flinching over even attempting defense. Price gets the upper hand. Then Digger gets the upper hand. They continue to land big punches as the crowd cheers on both men, loving the all-out brawl that they're witnessing. Price finally backs Digger into a corner and climbs onto the turnbuckles, raining punches down on Digger's head as the crowd counts along.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Price looks like he wants to add one more for good measure, but Digger grapples him around the waist and spins him around before hitting a stiff Belly-to-belly suplex. Ayria, Sarah and Kaylyn cheer Digger and offer him encouragement. Digger looks toward his corner and smiles. He walks over and tags Adams into the match. Ayria leaps over the top rope and propels herself with a Rocket Launcher Kick to Price's head. She quickly follows with a Backbreaker / Reverse STO combo and makes the pin.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Zach Davis: Odin made the save that time and you know he'd like to get a piece of Adams!
Shannan Lerch: They have history that goes back to Explosion where Adams scored the upset of the year in my opinion.
Ayria stays on Price like a pit bull on a poodle. She whips Price into the corner and follows with an explosive Running Double Knee Attack to Price's chest. Ayria backs away, waits for Price to move forward and then attacks with a Rolling Back Elbow.
Zach Davis: Adams with The Awesomelbow! Could she pin Jay Price?
Skip Bennett: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Price is starting to get to that point--
Shannan Lerch: Where he needs to make a tag.
Zach Davis: I didn't want to say it, so you finished my sentence for me.
Shannan Lerch: Never want to count Price out of a match, but the punishment is starting to add up.
Adams floats to the top rope, but before she can go for the McMuffin Top, Price dropkicks the top turnbuckle, causing Ayria to be crotched. Now, for sure, this is different from a man being crotched with cock and balls on that unforgiving turnbuckle pad... but does it still hurt a chica? The pain on Ayria's face is evidence that it does. Price looks at his corner, as if contemplating a tag, but then he throws caution to the wind and climbs to the top rope as the crowd lets out a cheer. Price reaches the top and sets up Ayria in the Fisherman position. Without warning Price leaps off the top rope and hits a Spinning Fisherman Suplex all the way from the top.
Zach Davis: Super Price-plex by Jay Price and both he and Adams are down! Price needs to make the cover or make the tag! He can't afford to dally with the tally!
Price is closer to his corner than he is to Adams and when he looks up and sees the big man Odin Balfore he knows what he must do.
Shannan Lerch: Tag to Odin! Odin is in the ring and Ayria Adams is on the mat!
Odin eschews the cover in favor of pulling Ayria up to her feet. He roughly shoves Ayria's head between his legs and signals that it's time for his Mark. In an instant Ayria is lifted into the air and violently jackknife powerbombed to the mat. Odin makes the pin.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Zach Davis: Twilight just saved her co-tag team champion!
Shannan Lerch: That she did but she's now being ushered back to her corner by the ref. Odin is still in firm control of this match and Adams looks like she's about ready to call it a night. She's on rubber legs.
Odin growls at Ayria as he wraps his massive hand around her neck and lifts her up for the Ragnarok. Ayria reacts instintively and defensively by kicking Odin in the groin. Odin howls in pain and drops Ayria to the mat. Sarah, Digger and Kaylyn get a good laugh at Odin's expense, though Ayria isn't laughing since she landed rather awkwardly on her shoulder. The ref warns Ayria about the low blow, but she's not really paying attention because she's kinda in a lotta pain right now. Ayria rolls over to her corner and uses her good arm to tag Sarah into the match. Sarah comes in like a house of fire and lands repeated Strong Punches to Odin's cranium. Odin absorbs the punches and returns fire, staggering Sarah back on her heels. Odin measures Sarah for a big boot. She ducks, shoots off the ropes and hits a Cross Body. Odin catches Twilight and flips her onto his shoulder.
Zach Davis: Looks like Odin is going for the Lawmaker, that Running powerslam of his!
And he does just that... and hits it. Odin pins Twilight.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Shannan Lerch: Odin puts his ENTIRE body into that powerslam. It's incredible that he doesn't break his opponent's body in half when he hits it.
Zach Davis: Twilight is still in one piece, but she definitely felt the brunt of Odin's power and she's grimacing as she gets back to her feet.
Odin bulls Twilight into the corner and unloads with Strong headbutts while holding Sarah in place. He hits six of the strikes and then whips Sarah into the far corner. Odin charges in and tries for a clothesline, but finds only turnbuckle as Sarah darts out of the way and counters into a Schoolboy pin.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Twilight gets to her feet but Odin is right there with her and he cuts her down with a nasty big boot.
Zach Davis: Wow! Odin almost put his boot through Sarah's face! Good lord, what impact!
Shannan Lerch: Well he got reckless charging into the corner and Sarah made him pay, but he got his heat back. Odin is a proud man.
Odin pounds his chest like King Kong and lets out a roar before tagging Greenfever into the match. Greenie measures Sarah, who is on her knees now, and unloads with a plurality of pinpoint, rapidfire kicks to her torso. Sarah's body reverberates with each kick as if she were being shot by machine gun blasts. Finally Greenie lands one final kick between the eyes and Sarah flips backwards to the mat. Greenie sits down on her legs, pinning them onto her shoulders, and pinning Sarah to the mat.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Lot of near-falls in this match--
Shannan Lerch: And a couple of saves!
Zach Davis: Both teams working very hard to win this ever important match, and right now it's the Nordic LadyKillerz in command with Greenfever doing his thing against Sarah Twilight.
Shannan Lerch: Greenfever has Twilight in a gutwrench. Normally a guy has to buy me diner before I let him put me in that position.
Zach Davis: Sure, Shannan. Sure.
Shannan Lerch: HMPH!
Greenfever lifts Twilight into the air and hits an impossibly violent Gut-wrench Spinning Crucifix Sitdown Powerbomb, pinning her shoulders to the mat with his legs upon completing the move.
Skip Bennett: ONE...
Zach Davis: Gravedigger just made the save and now Price comes into the ring and they're brawling!
Shannan Lerch: And Odin and Ayria are brawling!
Zach Davis: We've got rivals galore going at it here in the ring and yet Greenfever and Twilight are the legal members for their teams.
Shannan Lerch: The ref is trying desperately to restore order and he's having no success. This match has officially devolved into clusterfuck status!
With all of the carnage going on in the ring, the referee hardly notices as Kaylyn climbs onto the ring apron and begins shaking her tail feather. Greenfever certainly takes notice though, after all serial killers have an eye for the ladies. From out of nowhere, with Greenfever distracted, Ayria Adams appears and rolls him up from behind.
Zach Davis: Whaaa!?
Shannan Lerch: Ayria Adams has scored the win for her team!
Greenfever gets up and it looks like he's about to murder her, but she quickly rolls out to the outside, smirking.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it! Gravedigger, Twilight and Adams have beaten THE team to beat in this tournament!
Price and Odin look on, like what the F? Greenfever is emotionless. The lights go out.
Shannan Lerch: Whaaaaa-
The lights come back on, and Greenfever has disappeared.
Zach Davis: Where has Greenfever gone?!
Shannan Lerch: Who cares? I hope he never comes back! The biggest freak in this company, and that's saying something!
Zach Davis: We've got to go to commercials.... we'll be back to discuss what just happened!
The scene opens up... IN JAIL. The crowd cheers.... cheering that Seth is in jail.
Zach Davis: Huh! Let's see how your brother is doing?
Seth is in front of a TV screen... of course, with a big intimidating black man standing behind him, eyeing him hungrily. Seth gulps.
Seth Lerch: Um... I have to make this fast.
The crowd laughs.
Seth Lerch: After tonight's events, you're probably all wondering what will happen to Jonny Fly at Asesinato De Mayo. Well, Jonny, after that WONDERFUL job you did defending me..
Seth rolls his eyes.
Seth Lerch: I think its about time you see what the ToT is really all about.
The crowd cheers in anticipation of the announcement.
Seth Lerch: Jonny, at the PPV, you will face a man who now resides from Arizona, a man who might as well be a Mexican himself, and a man that has held the WCF World Title more than anyone else in history... JONNY FLY, YOU WILL GO ONE ON ONE WITH LOGAN!
The crowd pops huge for that!
Shannan Lerch: WOW!
Zach Davis: WHAT AN ANNOUNCEMENT!!
Seth Lerch: Good luck, Fly. The Team of Treachery is taking over.
The screen fades to black.
Shannan Lerch: Wow...
Zach Davis: And there you have it. Logan versus Fly, Seth's revenge. Goodnight.
The scene cuts backstage where we see Sarah Twilight in her dressing room getting ready to leave. She is over by the sink washing her face. As she grabs a towel and wipes her face, the lights begin to flicker on and off. She looks around for a second but doesn't see anything unusual. When she looks back in the mirror, Famine of the Vile is standing right behind her.
Famine: Hello Sarah.
Famine grabs Sarah by the back of the head and slams her face into the mirror shattering it. Sarah falls to the floor unconscious.
Famine: Payback time bitch!
Famine then picks her up off the floor and flings her over his shoulder. He starts to walk out of the dressing room with her and heads out the door toward the parking lot. As our cameras follow, we see that Famine is heading toward a hearse. He opens the back door and tosses her inside.
Famine: Your turn to go for a ride now!
He gets in the drivers side and peels off as the show comes to an end.