Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is on the air! The fans are especially electric tonight, one week removed from War XI. We go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Where should we even begin!? At War XI, the entire WCF changed. That is not hyperbole. On a show that we thought would set up our One main event, instead we crowned a new World Champion.
Shannan Lerch: Recap! First, Jay Price becomes the referee for our World Title match. THEN we get footage of Jonny Fly from jail, revealing that he's been arrested and that the Title has been vacated.
Zach Davis: So FPV and Waylon fight, and good old Jay Price ends up declaring the match a draw. So Seth comes out and now, bam, the War match is once again for the World Title. Which is interesting because none of the competitors knew it would be the case.
Shannan Lerch: From there, it was anyone's game. Anyone except FPV, that is, having started the match and also gone through a grueling match with Waylon already. I'm not sure where to even begin describing what happened at War.
Zach Davis: Go buy the replay if you want to see. You had Mikami, Skyler Striker, and Torture. You had Steve Orbit, Roy Speede and Eric Price giving it their all and lasting SO damn long in the match. And you had Jeff Purse winning the big gold belt.
Shannan Lerch: Which brings us to tonight. Blockbuster tag match set for our main event, as Jeff Purse teams with Pantheon member Polar Phantasm, as the Future Elements, up against Genesis, Roy Speede and FPV.
Zach Davis: This is Purse's first night as THE man. We'll see how he reacts under pressure. Especially the pressure of the current People's and Hardcore Champions.
Shannan Lerch: And there is no rest for the wicked. After getting lucky enough that he didn't have to defend his TV Title at War, Price is forced to put his belt on the line against Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: The TV Title is one of the most sought after belts in WCF, for sure; this one should be a classic. Especially after Price pinned Cash at War.
Shannan Lerch: Seth's "hit" on Kid Phantasm and Johnny Stylez at War didn't quite work out as he intended, as Stylez made sure that he himself earned an Internet Title shot! However, HE was pinned by Nathan von Liebert.
Zach Davis: Thusly, those two will fight tonight for the Scoutmaster's vacated belt. NvL and Johnny Stylez are two VERY different wrestlers, this should be a good one.
Shannan Lerch: Sado has finally defeated Oblivion, after two months of training. Tonight, she and Tommy Kain team up against Oblivion and Famine of the Vile. Famine managed to pin Kain last night, so I bet Kain wants revenge.
Zach Davis: We have... ugh, I don't even want to talk about this one. We have a Tuxedo Match between Steve Orbit and a person who is definitely a man but thinks he is a woman, Logan or "Sarah Twilight" or whatever. I hope he actually wears a tuxedo and not something else. Either way, the clothes have to be ripped off, and... I just, I don't want to watch this.
Shannan Lerch: Me neither, Zach, me neither.
Zach Davis: Prophecy takes on Synn and Doc Henry in a Tag Team Titles match. Synn and Henry are an interesting team; former enemies, they then came together as part of the Darkside of Treachery, which disbanded. Now Synn is part of the Church of Dark Saints, and Henry is surprisingly becoming a fan favorite... it's just weird.
Shannan Lerch: Thanks to interference from Gravedigger, ADAM YOUNG HAS A PINFALL VICTORY OVER COREY BLACK!
Zach Davis: And he might have TWO pinfall victories over Corey if he can win tonight, as they go one on one yet again.
Shannan Lerch: Either Joel Hall or Kale Windsor will be facing Steve Orbit next week for the US Title as they face each other tonight for contendership.
Zach Davis: The 8th Wonder is in tag action against Diablo and Hank Lane, the Angels of Death. Good luck, 8th Wonder....
Shannan Lerch: Odin Balfore, Jimmy, Chris "The Cocky" Guy, and the debuting Don Cedric Marcelless are all in the ring in a four way match. But which Odin?
Zach Davis: Yeah, no clue who that other Odin was, hopefully we can get some answers. And in our opener... what the hell is this?
Shannan Lerch: Jay Price is in a handicapped match against the beloved El Taco Genial, and the much hated "Tortured Soul" Timmy Timmons. No idea what this is about, but I guess it'll be interesting to find out.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Slam. As you can see, the ring has been decorated with red white and blue streamers and banners.
Shannan Lerch: That is because someone, tonight, will have a special announcement.
"Jesus Built My Hot rod" by Ministry begins to play. The WCF Arena echoes with thunderous boos, mixed with some cheers
Zach Davis: Well, it looks like we are about to be visited by The Church of the Dark Saints.
Famine of the Vile, Zombie McMorris, Synn, and Nathan Von Liebert, and Andrew Warhawk comes out, in a hurry. They have ear pieces and they continuously talk into their watches. They are wearing beige shirts and blue jeans, with loose fitting jackets to conceal their service revolvers.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like The CoDS have become The Secret Service of the Dark Church.
After the Secret Service take several steps down the entrance ramp, Oblivion walks out in a dark colored suit.
Zach Davis: Holy cow!! The Monster is wearing a nice looking suit!! I wonder what this madman is up to tonight?!
Shannan Lerch: Whatever it is, it's not going to be good news for WCF.
Secret Service surrounds the ring, occasionally looking around for those who want to harm The God of Insanity. Oblivion approaches the ring. Once The Monster enters the ring, The Secret Service enters the ring, behind Oblivion. There is a podium, in the center of the ring. with the rest of the Secret Service in all four corners, Oblivion approaches the mic...
Oblivion: Good evening. Ladies and gentlemen of WCF. With the Presidential being 30 days away, IT, Oblivion will like to toss IT's hat into the Presidential race. For those critics and/or naysayers who say that this is too late for another candidate... Oblivion says... KISS IT'S ASS!! This is the United States of America, Oblivion meets the requirement of age and citizenship... SO, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN LOOK AT YOUR NEXT PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE AND YOUR NEXT PRESIDENT OF THESE UNITED STATES!!
Oblivion has many plans for economic reform, Medicare, healthcare reform, State and Federal Aided assistance. It will take some time, America, put as a united unit, we can grow from all this. As a monster of IT's true word, Oblivion promises it won't use IT's religious connections in IT's Presidency!! United States will maintain a connection with IT's allies against terrorism. But, there WILL have to be SOME changes. As soon as Oblivion becomes President, there is word we are about to administer The Selective Service System. The rest of the world has made a mockery of this great country. We used to be a major military force and once Oblivion enters into power, we will once more become a major military juggernaut. the rest of Earth will bow down to not only to the U.S. of A, but bow down to The Church of the Dark Saints!! We will run this country. We already have established ourselves in Canada. It won't be long before "our neighbors of the North" will be crumbling down and it won't be too hard for these United States to march in and take over Canada. Next step, is Mexico and Central America. Evetually we will have Chapters in Europe and in Asis.... WE WILL RUN THIS DAMN PLANET!!
The crowd boos very loudly, as a quarter, of the Arena are standing up and chanting out....
Crowd: C... O... D... S...!! C... O.... D.... S...!! C... O... D... S...!! C... O.... D.... S...!!
Oblivion: Do you hear that WCF?! First we take over Slam, then the rest of WCF!!! We will not be stopped!! Oblivion WILL become President of the United States. Oblivion will have no choice but to run IT's Presidency as a Dictatorship!! That will be the ONLY WAY... THE-E-E-E O-O-ONLY WAY you Meatsacks will ever learn!! Broken down then built back up!! But, for tonight, Tommy Kain your lives will be forever changed, as Famine of the Vile and Your God Oblivion will destroy you both!! If you two don't like than you two can just...
Oblivion holds up the mic...
Crowd: CHOKE... ON... THAT!!
The Vixen crawl out from under the ring, dressed up in black military skirts. They enter the ring and Melissa grabs for the mic and screams out....
The Vixens: BITCHE-E-E-ESS-S-S-S!!!
The Vixens, the crowd and the rest of the CoDS chant out...
The Vixens/The crowd/The CoDS: LONG LIVE OBLIVION!! LONG LIVE OBLIVION!! LONG LIVE OBLIVION!!
Shannan Lerch: OH... MY GOD!! WHAT HAVE WE JUST SEE?!
Zach Davis: The regime of The Dark Church seems to be on the way. I think we are in big trouble, Shannan!! BI-I-IG TROUBLE!!
And we come back from commercial with a shot of El Taco De Genial skipping around the ring as best as he can while "Taco Flavored Kisses" plays over the PA System. Timmy Timmons is sitting in the ring, looking tortured.
Zach Davis: I've seen some odd teams here in WCF, but this might just be the most randomly put together one yet.
El Taco finally rolls his way into the ring as he makes the attempt to try and strategize with his partner. "4 Words To Choke Upon" by Bullet For My Valentine hits the PA System as the lights in the arena drop. Strobe lights emanate from the stage area as Jay Price explodes from the curtain, his right arm seemingly pulling his left half onto the stage. He's yelling at himself to "come on", to which he can be heard replying "I'm coming, I'm coming". The other half of him finally gives in and "they" head down the ramp together. Along the way down the ramp his left hand tries to slap a few fan's hands, but each time his right hand pulls his left hand back. His right hand then grabs a beer from a fan at ringside but the left hand slaps it to the ground. Finally the halves seem to pull themselves together long enough to roll in under the bottom ropes as his music fades out and the lights come back to normal.
Zach Davis: I wish there were words to describe what we're saying out of Jay Price right now.
Shannan Lerch: Bizarre. Insane. Mentally disturbed.
Zach Davis: I suppose those work.
Price walks over to the corner of El Taco and Timmy and offers his hand to them. El Taco goes to shake it when Price's other hand reaches out and pulls back the extended hand.
Jay Price: DAFUQ ARE YOU DOING MORON? THEY'RE THE ENEMY!
Jay Price: But I like tacos!
Jay Price: NOT TODAY YOU DON'T!
Price grabs himself by the hair's on his chin and yanks himself backward into his corner. Timmons and El Taco don't know what to make of all this. Referee Skip Dangle looks equally confused so he just calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Timmons and El Taco decide to take the fight straight to Price as they rush him in his corner. Price responds with a nearly decapitating clothesline to Timmons, flipping him onto his back. Price springs back up to his feet and El Taco is waiting for him, his fists raised. The two circle each other like a pair of 1920's bare knuckle boxers.
Zach Davis: Does the word bizarre accurately describe this site Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know Zach. But I'm starting to understand why my brother is such an alcoholic.
El Taco throws out a punch but the stubby arms of his costume leave his well short of the target. Price, however, does not miss. A right. A left. A right. A left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Price is throwing so many punches you'd think someone somewhere was holding a controller and just mashing away at the buttons. Referee Dangle finally decides to step in and break things up as he tries to send Price to his corner.
Jay Price: WHAT'D I DO?
Jay Price: You idiot! You're gonna get us disqualified!
Jay Price: WHO YOU CALLIN' IDIOT, IDIOT!
Price now turning his fists on himself as El Taco and Timmons both back away. Referee Dangle looks like he's going to try and break it up but isn't quite sure how. Price now rolling around on the ground, one hand strangling himself while the other hand tries to pull the other off.
Zach Davis: So Shannan, how does it feel knowing you once dated a guy like Jay Pr...SHANNAN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Shannan has pulled a flask out from under the announce desk.
Shannan Lerch: Family tradition. Cheers!
Back in the ring the referee has finally gotten Price to stop choking himself. Timmons has decided that he's had enough of the shenanigans and is moving in to continue the match. Timmons now trying to tie up with Price, who obliges. Price quickly takes control, spins around into a rear waist lock and then takes Timmons to the mat with a German suplex.
Zach Davis: And there's the old Jay Price we're used to seeing. The technical wizard is back!
El Taco is now trying to tie up with Price, but Price hits him in the face with a forearm shot. Price now tackling El Taco to the mat...and he tries to eat his shell! Referee Dangle has to all but drag Price off of the Taco man, who now has a chunk of his costume between Price's teeth.
Referee: Price if you do that again I'll disqualify you.
Jay Price: BUT HE'S A TACO!
Jay Price: You idiot he's a guy in a costume.
Jay Price: A TACO COSTUME!
Price goes to dive on El Taco for another bite when Timmons gets back into the action. Timmons now kicking at the shins at Price before he connects with a right to Price's jaw. Price shakes it off and delivers a massive right of his own. Price now with a knee to the gut before dropping Timmons to the mat with a gutwrench suplex. El Taco back up to his feet finally and Price whips him into the corner. Price now pulling Timmons up to his feet and he shoots him into the same corner. With both men stacked up, Price goes to whip the referee into them when his other hand stops him from doing something stupid.
Jay Price: You can't touch the referee!
Jay Price: DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!
Price now once again stranging himself as the referee has given up on trying to stop him. Timmons rushes across the ring but Price side steps him and Timmons crashes into the corner. El Taco has finally stumbled his way to the center of the ring and Price grabs hold of him. Price now with the atomic drop before dropping the Taco man with a standing dropkick. Timmons is met with a knee to the gut before Price lifts him up for the suplex and then drops him right on top of El Taco.
Shannan Lerch: Is it over yet?
Zach Davis: I...I don't even know anymore Shannan. The referee looks like he's contemplating a career change. Price is...whatever he is. And we've got a giant Taco laying on the mat with a man wearing leather on top of him. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WCF.
Price now looking toward the corner, a smile on his face. He goes to climb up top when his one hand grabs the rope and refuses to let go.
Jay Price: Think about your neck!
Jay Price: FUCK MY NECK!
Price now battling with his hand, trying to force it to let go. He finally gets it loose and then jumps off, connecting with a moonsault.
Zach Davis: The WTF Maneuver!
Price now pulling Timmons up to his feet before pulling him in and lifting him up. Price keeps him up for a few seconds and then drops him with the Sunny No More. He goes for the pin when El Taco starts to get up. Price lets him get to his feet and then drops him with The Downfall, right on top of Timmons. Price now with the pin attempt.
[DING! DING! DING!]
The referee goes to raise Price's arm but then decides against it when Price threatens to bitch slap him. Price now walking over to the ropes where he demands a mic.
Jay Price: You know, ever since WAR I've been hearing a lot of people talking about how I wasted my chance to win the match when I took the bullet for Steve Orbit. People talking about how I've lost my mind. People talking about this and that and this and that and this and that and I just can't fucking take it anymore.
Price now grabbing his hair, pulling it as he begins mumbling to himself.
Jay Price: THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND!
Jay Price: I know they don't, I'm trying to explain it.
Jay Price: WELL DO IT FASTER!
Jay Price: Look, I've had it up to here with your shit.
Jay Price: MY SHIT? MY SHIT? LOOK HERE ASSHOLE I'M IN CHARGE!
Jay Price: Are not!
Jay Price: ARE TOO!
Jay Price: Are not!
Jay Price: ARE TOO!
Price now dropping the mic to the mat as he punches himself in the face with a left. Now a right. Now a left. Now a right.
Jay Price: Wait! This is accomplishing nothing.
Jay Price: AGREED!
Jay Price: Now then, as I was saying. People have been doing a whole lot of talking recently, but not one of you knows what is really going on around here.
Jay Price: IDIOTS!
Jay Price: Quiet you! You want know what's really going on around here? I did what I did because...
Jay Price: I WANT THE US TITLE!
Jay Price: No! I mean...yes. But that's not why I did it.
Jay Price: LIAR! YOU KNOW THAT WAS THE PLAN!
Jay Price: Shut up! Damn it, you know that's not what we were going to say. We were supposed to say that we respected Steve Orbit and thought that by helping him, he'd help us. You ruined everything, you asshat.
Jay Price: ASSHAT? ASSHAT!? YOU SONOFAMOTHERFUCKER!
Price now grabbing himself by the throat and pushing himself out of the ring and onto the arena floor. The camera mercifully switches to the announce table where Zach and Shannan are both shaking their heads.
Zach Davis: ...let's just go to commercial already.
And we do just that.
The lights in the arena go out in an instant. “Barton Hollow” by the Civil Wars begins to play through the speakers as neon blue and white lights flicker to the beat of the music on the entrance gate and stage area. Fog fills the entrance area and then to the sound of roaring applause Steeltoe Joe walks slowly out of the midst of the fog. The fans are just nuts. Joe is, with no exception the fan favorite, the WCF Hero. He stops at the edge of the fog and before walking down the ramp he looks all around the arena and sees some of the signs that are being held up.
“MARRY ME JOE”
Joe kind of blushes at the “MARRY ME JOE” sign, then he sees a girl in the stands that actually flashes him!
Zach Davis: Did you see that!
Shannan Lerch: Hell Yes I did! Joe here’s mine too!
Shannan Lerch begins to lift up her shit and flash he wonderfully fake breast at the Holy Flame. Joe sees it from the top of the entrance ramp and shakes his head but still, he’s impressed. Joe begins to walk down the ring ramp and while he is, he is slapping some hands of the fans and playing to the crowd to get them even more hyped up then they already are. Joe gets to the ring steps and when he is there he grabs one more sign that he just cannot ignore. Its reads:
“CODS VS HOLY FLAME”
Joe holds the sign up high as the fans roar to the beat of Joe’s drum. Joe is just playing to the crowd more and more to get them going. Joe gives the sign back to the fan that was holding it up ad then burst with a great deal of speed up the ring steps and into the ring. Joe climbs a turnbuckle and raises his arms up in victory, he jumps down and then motions for a microphone. The ring announcer gives him a microphone and then he tries to speak but the fans keep cheering his name. Chants break out:
Crowd: STJ!!! STJ!!! STJ!!! STJ!!! STJ!!!
Joe is excited as he yells.
Steeltoe Joe: How is San Francisco doing RIGHT NOW! Let me hear yah in your loudest and baddest behavior!
The fans roar like thunder as Joe lifts his arms up, one with the microphone in his hand and the other one in a tight fist. Joe is even more excited but he has to get something off his chest. He lifts the mic to his face as he begins to speak:
Steeltoe Joe: You know it wasn’t even a month ago when we were at GEW’s Shoot to Thrill PPVV and when we all witnessed the following happen. Let’s take a look:
Joe lifts his hand and points his finger to the jumbotron so everybody can see what happened. We see the following:
Boomer: Pugh claws at his face, blinded, stumbles into the ropes and falls out of the ring. Tek is up and he starts clubbing Kief in the back. The distraction was enough that McMorris manages to escape Stylez's move. McMorris stumbles to his feet and Stylez hits him with an X Factor! All hell has broken loose... just like we knew that it would. Meanwhile, believe it or not, Joe and Warhawk have brawled all the way into a concession stand. Joe grabs a full soda can and smashes it into Warhawk's head. Warhawk shrugs it off, however, and then ducks a Clothesline attempt from Joe. Warhawk picks Joe up onto his shoulders!
Buford: What strength! God damn, I don't believe it!
Boomer: Andrew Warhawk hits a Death Valley Driver on Joe, through the concession stand! That thing is made of METAL! Joe might be dead.
The jumbotron stops as Joe brings the mic back up to his face and talks some more. Joe speaks up.
Steeltoe Joe: Did you all get reminded of something? Not the fact that there is a Holy War being unleashed here in the WCF but the fact that the Crimson Prophet has made this Holy War very, very personal towards Steeltoe Joe, but… The feeling is very, very mutual. I don’t think much of Andrew Warhawk and as a matter of fact I consider him the most fiendish of them all in the Church of Dark Saints. Sure you have Obi-Christ, the leader, then you have Famine and Von Liebert who are the enforcers but then you have somebody like Andrew Warhawk who is the propagator of it all. This Dark Church would have no effect if Warhawk would not be spending his money, passing out pamphlets, and campaigning this cult of bullshit everywhere he went. Just as Christ would have no followers without disciple’s… The Church of Dark Saints would have no followers if it weren’t for its great, crimson liars… Andy Warhawk, you are no missionary of truth, you are a contagion spreading disease and cancer into the hearts and minds of people everywhere. Andy, you are nothing more than a whimsical believer of a false idea. Steeltoe Joe on the other hand is a devoted preacher of the “True” Gospel.
The people in the stand cheer for Joe. They might not all be Christians but they know Joe is faithful to God, his beliefs and them. They know there is nothing whimsical about Joe and his Faith. Joe brings the mic back up to his mouth and continues:
Steeltoe Joe: Now I don’t want to be the man who talks a big game and keeps the trash talk going until he is blue in the face. I will walk the damn walk too. Ill play the game. That is why at this time I want to invite Andy Warhawk to come down to this ring and confront me, if he thinks he can stand in the ring with me, man to man, one on one. Joe barely finishes what he says when:
"Anarchy" by KMFDM hits the PA... The Crimson Prophet, Andrew Warhawk, comes through the curtain holding his book before him as if warding off the audience. As he aims down the entrance, he can be seen either mumbling to himself or chanting something, after he is done doing what some would describe as praying, He stares Joe straight into the face. Andy is showing no signs of fear towards Joe at all. Joe stares at him and he keeps staring back. You can cut the tension between the two of them with a butter knife. Warhawk slides into the ring as soon as he hits ringside he puts his book in one corner with some religious histrionics. As he is kneeling in the corner, he gives his back to Joe, again it doesn’t appear as he fears Joe as most men would, instead as he gets up he walks straight over to Steeltoe Joe and takes the microphone from his hands and speaks up, loud and clear, with no hesitation in his voice. Of course his voice is sounding unusual to most, as usual but he speaks with no problems whatsoever and no reservations.
Andrew Warhawk: So it finally comes down to this Joe… Wait, what is this? You look confused. Did you not think I would come out here and face you as you said, “Man to man” or “One on one.” Joe don’t get me wrong, I am not a fighter by nature but I am a believer in a truth that has obviously not set into your head yet or a truth that was lost when your head hit the metal table after I dropped it with a death valley driver.
The fans begin to boo as he puts down Joe and shows that he has no fear. Andrew Warhawk is in Joes face. Joe is getting even more agitated but he keeps his composure. Andy speaks up some more.
Andrew Warhawk: Joe, you may have a lot of people who are afraid of you, and the people who are not afraid of you must be fools but as for me Joe, Andrew Warhawk, The Crimson Prophet… I don’t fear you and it isn’t foolish on my behalf to not fear you either, for I know my God, “IT” will protect me. Some people would hide in the back or pay you mind through the big screen up to the back of you but me, “IT” protects me. “IT” looks after my back and Oblivion holds my soul. I have no need to fear you but Joe… You have much need to fear me. Whether you like it or not, the Church of Dark Saints is growing. We are gaining more ground each day and with each soul that pledges to “IT,” Oblivion grows stronger in his might, so if I were you id end this war you have unleashed against us as soon as you possibly can. Let’s make a deal Joe… You end this War, and Join the Church of Dark Saints and I will not cause you anymore bodily harm. Deal? After all Joe, I am just looking after you my brother.
Joe looks a little confused as the fans boo very loudly.
Andrew Warhawk: Joe, I have seen the dedication you have to your book of lies and the power that you receive from your faith in it, but imagine if you were to derive your faith and dedication from The Gospel of Oblivion and get your strength from the Book of Dark Times? You and I, with the Church would have all the power in the world. Nothing could stop us Joe. Leave Prophecy behind you, walk out of your Tag Team Partner tonight, don’t worry about the belts with him, and rather gain the gold with me and the Dark Church. If you do not accept my offer, there will be no pardon for you when “IT” takes over and there will be no shelter for you when the darkness falls like a fog. Accept my deal and you will gain power, gold, and all the money in the world. Decline and you will die in the despair I bring you. What do you say?
Andrew Warhawk puts his hand out for Joe to shake it, but Joe has a funny look on his face. The kind of look whether you don’t know if he is considering it or just rolling over the retard logic in his head. The fans boo as Joe reaches his hand out but just as he reaches it out he pulls it back up, the fans cheer when he brings it back up and then Joe motions for another microphone since his last one was taken by The Crimson Prophet. Joe gets one from the ring announcer and then speaks:
Steeltoe Joe: No, Andrew, in fact… HELL NO!!!
The fans cheer as loud as they can. I mean the San Francisco stadium is thunderous for Joe. Andrew gets a disgruntled look on his face as He speaks into his own mic.
Andrew Warhawk: Sadly, I was afraid you might choose to decline. Well Joe, I have come out here with a contingency plan though because a person like me is always prepared. You mentioned earlier how devoted you are to your faith and you just proved that you would never deny It, but would you bleed for it Joe? I mean you just got done calling me a “Whimsical” believer in the Dark Church and basically made it sound like the Dark Church was just the flavor of the week for me, but even though you stand there and say these things Joe, the fact remains that I would bleed for my beliefs. In fact, I would go to the cross for them.
Andy gets sick look on his face as he looks at his hands and pictures the martyrdom in his mind.
Andrew Warhawk: Joe, The Apostle John was exiled to the Island of Patmos for Christ. Paul was beheaded the very same day, on the very same street as Peter was being crucified upside-down for the case of Jesus. Joan of Arc was burned at the steak, Martin Luther was run out by the establishment and Martin Luther King Junior was hot in his skull, all for his faith. I am prepared to do the same for Oblivion but are you prepared to do the same for Christ?
Zach Davis: Andrew Warhawk has something sick planned in his head. I know he does. I know a rotten mind when I see one.
Shannan Lerch: I think your right Zach but let’s calm down and see what Warhawk is talking about.
Andrew Warhawk: Joe, I propose we find out who is more fervent in his faith and who is ready to make the ultimate sacrifice. I propose that at One, just weeks away… I propose that you and I meet in a match.
Joe nods his head in a yes motion. He wants to fight Andy Warhawk and he wants to fight him bad. Andy continues to speak because he isn’t done yet.
Andrew Warhawk: I wasn’t done Joe, I don’t think this should just be any regular type of match with regular ramifications. I think this should be a religious crusade with a crusaders mindset at hand. I suggest that this match be Steeltoe Joe vs Andrew Warhawk IN A CRUCIFIXION MATCH!!!
Zach Davis: What the fuck?!?!?
Shannan Lerch: What the fuck!?!?!?!?!
The fans cheer for Joe and they like the idea. Andy goes on to explain it in more detail.
Andrew Warhawk: It would be me vs you Joe. The goal of the match would not be to beat the other but to lay the other person onto a wooden cross and nail his hands to it, then lifting that said person up for the whole arena to see. The person hanging on the cross obviously is the loser but has obviously paid the ultimate price for his faith. The one who stands tall, with no nails in his hands would be the winner. What do you say Joe…?
Joe looks concerned but Andy wants it.
Andrew Warhawk: Don’t stress to much about it Joe but realize that there comes a time when the men stand for what they believe and the boys fall away. This “Whimsical” believer is ready to stand his ground to the cross, but are you? Ill give you until next week to think about it Joe but remember… If you don’t do it, you prove to the world that The Church of Dark Saints practice what they believe in while the Holy Flame just talks a good game.
Just then Andrew Warhawk rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the ring ramp. Joe is in serious thought of this challenge and a little shaky. Just then Andy Warhawk turns back around to say one more thing:
Andrew Warhawk: Oh and Joe, I want you to know this. If you do choose to accept and I somehow lose, there will always be somebody to take my place. Just when you think you have cut the head off of the Church, two more pop right back up.
Just then two people jump from out of the crowd and begin to beat Joe to the mat. Andrew Warhawk runs back into the ring to get in on the action. Warhawk and the two masked men from the crowd kick at Joe and keep him floored while the fans boo.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on!?
Shannan Lerch: I know! Joe has a tag Team Title Match coming up in under an hour! How is he going to compete!
Zach Davis: I don’t know Shannan but tonight certainly is not Joe’s night. He’s getting busted in his body!
The two men remove their mask. One man and then the other in unison remove the ski mask and it reveals:
Zach Davis: Well Zombie McMorris isn’t much of a surprise but look! What the hell is this! Its SYNN!!! SYNN HAS MADE HIS PRESENCE FELT!!!
Shannan Lerch: You are right Zach, I have a feeling that Joe is seriously hurt and his competition tonight just got an unfair advantage on the Holy Flame.
Zach Davis: Unfair? Well he is a part of the Church of Dark Saints and he certainly did send a very clear message, but look they aren’t done!
Zombie hits Joe with a crippling Suplex and then a leg drop for more insult and injury. Synn picks Joe up and hits the biggest Dreamcatcher anybody has ever seen and then begins to barrage Joe with fist after fist. Anrew Warhawk picks Joe up then and in a perfect way he connects Joe for the FAITHBREAKER.
Zach Davis: THE FAITHBREAKER!!! If that’s not a clear message to Joe I don’t know what is!!!
The three men kick Joe, punch Joe and spit on J with the fans booing as loud as they can. The fans are even throwing trash at the three mobsters in the ring. Joe has clearly been beaten within an inch of his life as the three men, in this order, Zombie, Andrew Warhawk and Synn raise each other’s hands in victory. They all roll out of the ring and head backstage except one person… Andrew Warhawk, he grabs a mic and tells Joe one last thing.
Andrew Warhawk: (As he is knelled down in Joes face. Joe is screaming in pain). You have one week Joseph, seven days to give me your answer to my challenge. The clock is ticking brother…
Andy Warhawk has a sinister look on his face as he exits the stadium and goes backstage. There is carnage in the ring, it is what used to be a fully intact Steeltoe Joe but now it is nothing more than a bloody, beaten man who still has a Tag Team Title Match tonight.
We cut to commercial break.
“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Shannan Lerch: Well, that is indeed Original Odin. Or "Old Odin" or whatever you want to call him.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace.
Zach Davis: Wait... look!
The "other," younger version of Odin Balfore is coming down behind Old Odin. Once Old Odin gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin waits for the match to get underway.
Lights go out and the Main Event Mafia music plays. Don Cedrice Marcelless comes out to a spot light and he is wear and suit and is holding a rose. As he walks down the ramp he smiles and smells the rose and than tosses it to the fans who are booing him. He enters the ring and and stands in the middle of it and undos the coat and has the ref take off his coat.
Shannan Lerch: Classy!
Kidrocks "Cocky" plays and Chris comes out. He stands in the middle of the stage and opens up his zip down jacket to show off his abs. He points to the crowd and than points to his abs and the crowd boos loud, He makes his way to the ring and gets on the turnbuckle and shows his abs.
Zach Davis: Cocky!
Awesome by Spose plays in the background as Jimmy comes out to a smattering of cheers. Most of the crowd is laughing at Jimmy but he thinks they are cheering him. He cups a hand to his ear to hear the cheers more but in the end he is a pathetic loser.
Shannan Lerch: Poor Jimmy...
The bell sounds as Odin Balfore runs at Jimmy and Big Boots him right in the face.
Zach Davis: OOF. Poor Jimmy indeed.
Odin turns and quickly Big Boots Mercelless right in the face as well! Odin turns and goes for one last Big Boot, taking down Chris Guy!
Shannan Lerch: A trio of Big Boots!-
But no, Chris Guy ducks it! Odin turns and is met with several rights and lefts from Guy, sending him reeling, followed by a stiff kick to the gut and a DDT!
Zach Davis: Chris Guy just took down Odin Balfore, holy crap!
But Odin, of course, doesn't stay down for long. He gets back to his feet and angrily hits Guy with a knee lift, taking his breath away. Odin then headbutts him before lifting him up with a Stalling Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: Damn... Odin is keeping him up there for a long time!
Indeed, it seems like almost a minute.... until Chris Guy is able to shift his weight! CHRIS GUY LANDS BEHIND ODIN and takes him down with a Bulldog!
Zach Davis: Holy crap!
Chris Guy quickly pins Odin, hooking the leg!
No!, Odin quickly powers out of it. Jimmy and Don have reentered the ring, and along with Chris, they all begin hitting Odin with several strikes!
Shannan Lerch: All three of these guys are trying to take Odin down!
From outside the ring, the other Odin Balfore is actually seeming to yell words of encouragement, telling Odin to fight through them. And Odin soon does!, he begins throwing headbutts lefts and right!, sending all three of them reeling. He once again Big Boots Jimmy out of the ring, and then Clotheslines Chris Guy out as well!, leaving only Don Marcelless. Odin grabs him...
Zach Davis: Ragnarok!
Odin drops down and pins Don, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: Aanndd it's over.
Young Odin nods in approval to Old Odin as we go to commercial.
Zach Davis: Coming up next, I've been told that we have Waylon Cash and "The Mack" Steve Orbit coming to make a special announcement.
Shannan Lerch: Rumors have been swirling about these two forming an official tag team since their impromptu tag performance at Shoot to Thrill, one can only imagine that's what they're coming to talk about.
Waylon Cash and Steve Orbit appear at the top of the ramp to a huge pop from the crowd. Orbit has the US title over his shoulder. They take their time on the way to the ring, stopping to slap hands and interact with the fans.
Zach Davis: One thing is certain, the WCF fans love both of these guys.
Cash and Orbit enter the ring, each with a mic in hand.
Waylon Cash: How y'all feelin'?
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: I gotta say, it feels good to be home in Cali, with my WCF family here with me!
Crowd pops again.
Steve Orbit: And speakin' of fam... this mother fucker right here, Waylon Cash. This is my fam, y'all. Somethin' special happened down in Louisiana, at Shoot to Thrill.
Waylon Cash: Yeah, somethin' happened alright. I walked into Shoot to Thrill lookin' to crack this man's skull. And I reckon he walked in feelin' the same way 'bout me. But that ain't the way it went down.
The jumbotron shows highlights from Waylon Cash versus Steve Orbit at Shoot to Thrill, and quickly transitions to the Egomaniacs storming the ring, and then some Waylon Cash/Steve Orbit double team highlights from the tag match that followed.
Steve Orbit: That's right. We formed a team to defend our home, to defend the WCF.
Waylon Cash: We realized our singles match wasn't as important as defendin' the WCF's name... defendin' our family.
Steve Orbit: So we been talkin' back and forth for a while... we watched the tape of us workin' together. We talked about the state of the WCF tag team division... how the titles just been gettin' passed back and forth, with no real dominance, no real solid, superstar team.
Waylon Cash: And we concluded that Waylon Cash... and "The Mack" Steve Orbit... well, that's 'bout as solid a team as the WCF could ever see.
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: Ladies and gentlemen, we said we had an announcement to make. And here's the announcement. We're here to introduce to you, for the first time... "The Mack Steve Orbit...
Waylon Cash: And the "Hellbilly" Waylon Cash...
Steve and Waylon: THE HOMEGROWN PLAYERS!
The crowd goes APESHIT INSANE.
Waylon and Orbit raise each others arms in the middle of the ring, soaking in the positive reaction from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Well, there it is. The newest tag team in the WCF, the Homegrown Players.
Shannan Davis: Waylon Cash and Steve Orbit have been incredibly successful in the singles division, could we be looking at future tag team champions?
Zach Davis: I wouldn't doubt--
Unknown Voice Over the PA: WAIT! Hold up!
Frank Patrick Veneble appears at the top of the ramp.
FPV: Hold on, guys. Let me get this straight. You two, a tag team?
Waylon Cash: That's right, Frank.
Steve Orbit: You got a problem?
FPV: No, no problem Mack. It's just that... seeing you two join forces, it just reminded me of how Roy Speede and I came together. And then I thought, why stop there? This might sound crazy, but... Speede and I are great as a team, but the four of us? As an alliance?
Orbit and Cash look at each other, and then look back FPV.
FPV: Why don't you guys join Genesis? The four of us would be unstoppable!
Steve Orbit: I dunno--
Waylon Cash: Give us a minute, Frank.
Orbit and Cash huddle in the middle of the ring, as FPV looks on. After a minute, Orbit and Cash face FPV.
Waylon Cash: Speede know about this?
FPV: Well, uh...
Roy Speede walks out and stands next to FPV.
Roy Speede: Personally, it's fine with me. Mack, it's no secret that you and I did some serious damage during War. And Waylon, I've got a lot of respect for you. I've got no problems with either of you, so if you want in, feel free.
The crowd starts chanting "GEN-E-SIS".
Cash and Orbit look at each other, and shrug.
Steve Orbit: Fuck it...
Waylon Cash: We're in.
The crowd goes crazy. Chants of "GEN-E-SIS" get louder and louder. Waylon and Orbit invite FPV and Speede into the ring, and all four men stand in the ring, shaking hands and eventually standing with all of their arms raised together.
Shannan Lerch: What a shock!
Zach Davis: We sort of expected the tag team, but a new stable? Roy Speede, Frank Patrick Veneble, Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash? This is huge!
Shannan Lerch: Anything can happen on Slam!
Cut to commercial.
We come back from commercial with a shot of the Angels Of Death already standing in the ring talking strategy as "Orion" by Metallica plays.
Zach Davis: And welcome back to Slam ladies and gentlemen!
Shannan Lerch: Welcome back indeed. Next up for you we have some tag team action.
Their music fades out and "8th Wonder" begins to play over the PA System and both members of The 8th Wonder are pushed onto the stage by a WCF staffer. The crowd responds with a huge ovation for the duo. The loud noise causes Kelvin Staylor to cover his ears as Markus Jayson waves his hand out at the crowd. Staylor hurriedly power walks down the ramp toward the ring while Jayson takes his time and shakes his hands with every single person he walks by. Finally at ringside he slides into the ring and continues waving toward the crowd as Staylor sits in the corner in a fetal position
Zach Davis: Well action might not be the word to use here Shannan. I think we're going to see ourselves a tag team beatdown, and a short one at that.
Shannan Lerch: You never know Zach. This is WCF, home to the strange and bizarre.
Zach Davis: We shall see Shannan. There's the bell and this match is officially underway. Hank Lane is going to start for his team and for the 8th Wonder....they're playing Rock, Paper, Scissors.
Shannan Lerch: Ah, so winner gets to start the match.
Zach Davis: Based on the look on Markus' face, I'd say he lost and is going to be starting this match. Man these guys really don't seem too excited about wrestling matches, but they're always so pumped up before them. Bit odd, but oh well.
Shannan Lerch: Markus tries to avoid that tie up attempt by Lane, but Lane grabs the arm and twists it behind the back in a hammerlock. Markus tries to fight out of it, but Lane releases it on his own and then hammers Markus in the back of the head with a forearm shot.
Zach Davis: Markus now running to the corner and he slaps the chest of a fearful Kelvin before rolling out of the ring. Kelvin looking at the referee and shouting out that he doesn't want to get in the ring but the referee is insisting.
Shannan Lerch: Hank looks to be having none of this and he walks over to the corner. Hank now grabbing the hair of Kelvin and he pulls him over the top rope. The referee is giving Hank an ear full but Hank brushes it off.
Zach Davis: Hank now pulling Kelvin to his feet and pushing him into the corner where he starts to unload with chops to the chest.
Shannan Lerch: Oww those look like they hurt. Markus is finally getting back up onto the apron, a look of concern on his face but he still seems to be hesitant about getting into the ring again.
Zach Davis: Lane now shooting Kelvin across the ring to the other corner. Lane follows and he tags in Diablo. Diablo entering the ring and the pair take turns chopping at the chest of Kelvin. The referee forces Lane to step out of the ring and Diablo uses the opportunity to get a cheap shot in as he rakes the eyes.
Shannan Lerch: Kelvin blinded by that dastardly act and Diablo lifts him up before dropping him with a fireman's carry slam.
Zach Davis: Diablo with the pin attempt.
Shannan Lerch: And there's Markus with the break up. Diablo back up to his feet and Markus looks to be regretting his decision to get involved. Diablo pushes Markus off...AND KELVIN ROLLS HIM UP!
Zach Davis: Pin attempt!
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Hank Lane to break it up but Markus tackles him. It's a weak looking tackle but Lane is being held down.
Zach Davis: THEY DID IT! HOLY CRAP THEY PULLED OFF A WIN!
Shannan Lerch: What an upset!
Kelvin and Markus hug each other and hop up and down in celebration as Diablo and Hank Lane stand outside the ring, looking at the referee in disbelief.
Zach Davis: I think Hank is yelling at the referee that it was a fast count but that certainly looked legitimate to me Shannan. Kelvin Staylor got Diablo with the old school boy for the 1, 2, 3.
Hank Lane and Diablo walk up the ramp arguing with each other over the loss as Kelvin and Markus continue to celebrate. We go to commercial as the referee holds their arms up.
The arena goes dark. Suddenly, a voice can be heard.
"This is the year where hope fails you
Pulse of the Maggots by Slipknot is blasted through the arena. The crowd cheers as the intro of the song is played. Pyro is blasted on stage, which causes the lights to come back on. Out from backstage, Joel Hall comes out. He is wearing a black trenchcoat and a random kabuki mask. He looks around the arena.
"I fight for the unconventional
Joel walks down the ramp and looks straight ahead at the ring. He stops and looks back at the stage.
"We, we are the new diabolic
Then, Joel jumps on the canvas and rolls over the ropes, entering the ring. He takes his mask off and throws it into the crowd. He goes onto each turnbuckle and looks at the crowd.
"I won't, be the inconsequential
At the final turnbuckle, after looking at the crowd, he raises his right arm with a devil horns sign. He gets off and takes his trenchcoat off. He does some stretches while he waits for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it will determine the number one contender for the United States Championship! Introducing first, he is from Des Moines, Iowa, ‘The Iowan Massacre’, Joel Hall!
Zach Davis: Joel Hall had quite the showing at the WAR match, Shannan! I’m looking forward to seeing if he can keep what he had going here tonight!
Shannan Lerch: As am I, Zach, but don’t count out Kale Windsor. He can hold his own in the ring, and lasted longer than a lot of former champs at WAR, too!
“Headstrong” by Trapt starts and the lights strobe as Kale Windsor steps out on the stage at the top of the ramp. He stands there for a moment, as if he's taking in all of the love in the area, paying no mind to the boos, for he feels everyone loves him.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Beverly Hills, California, he is ‘The Rising Star’, Kale Windsor!
He casually walks down the rampway towards the ring. Once at the ring he slides in under the ropes. He then stands in the middle of the ring as if he's king of the world while each ring post pops with pyros.
Zach Davis: I dunno, Shannan. I’m just not too impressed by this kid, to be honest.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, please, Zach! He’s hot, and he’s a great wrestler!
Zach Davis: We’ll see, Shannan, because it’s time to get this match underway!
< DING-DING-DING! >
Windsor goes right after The Iowan Massacre, and catches him with a right, followed up by a slap to the chest, and then whips him across the ring into the turnbuckle. Kale goes running, and Hall slides out of the way of the move, causing Windsor to smash face-first into the turnbuckle. Joel rolls him up for a quick pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And the quick pin attempt by Joel Hall only gets two, but great ring awareness by the WCF veteran.
Shannan Lerch: So he’s a WCF veteran now?
Zach Davis: Not exactly, but he’s been around longer than Kale Windsor has, and he’s done a lot more too.
Shannan Lerch: If you say so. It’s only a matter of time till Kale makes it big though.
The two men get to their feet, and Hall catches Windsor with a slap to the chest. He follows it up with a right, and then kicks Windsor in the gut. He bounces off the ropes, but on the rebound, Windsor drops Hall with a clothesline. Joel is right back up, but The Rising Star grabs him and hits him with a scoop slam. He pauses and shows off to the crowd for a moment, and then goes for a standing moonsault. Hall slides out of the way at the last moment, however, and Windsor hits the mat hard.
Zach Davis: Crash and burn, Shannan! What do you think of Kale now?
Shannan Lerch: He didn’t damage his face did he?
Zach Davis: I don’t know, Shannan, but I’d be more worried about his health as a whole.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, shut up, Zach!
Hall gets to his feet and pulls Windsor up, and into the KWAS hold. Windsor drops out of it and lands on his feet behind Hall, and as The Iowan Massacre turns around, Kale nails him with a huge uppercut to the jaw, sending Joel reeling. Windsor follows it up with a kick to the boot, and then grabs him for a suplex.
Shannan Lerch: What was that, Zach? Kale’s looking pretty good to me!
Zach Davis: Shut up, Shannan!
Shannan Lerch: Bridging Northern Lights Suplex by Windsor, and the pin!
Zach Davis: And the kickout before three by Hall, proving that the Iowan Massacre isn’t going down easy.
Windsor gets back up and goes to the top rope with Hall still on the mat.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my god! Kale’s going for the Rodeo Drive! If he hits it, Hall’s a gonner!
Windsor takes off... And hits the Rodeo Drive! He pins Hall.
< DING-DING-DING! >
Zach Davis: Kale Windsor gets the shot!
Shannan Lerch: We'll see Windsor versus Orbit next week!, if Orbit survives the upcoming tuxedo match...
The Latin chanting of Machine Head’s “I am Hell (Sonata in C#)” come over the PA system as the lights in the arena fade to nothing. Once the guitars and drums kick in, a white light flashes along with each note. As the lyrics begin, a spotlight hits the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The white strobe light continues as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.
Shannan Lerch: Corey Black, back in action on Slam. Against this man..
From the crowd comes someone with a hoodie on! He attacks Corey from behind, but gets met with a kick to the fucking head as Corey turns. The hooded man crumbles to the mat.
Zach Davis: That has to be Adam Young!
Corey locks in a seated abdominal stretch and begins raining elbows to the hooded person! He taps! He taps!
Shannan Lerch: Ugh, Corey wins again against Adam You-.. wait who IS that?
The hooded man removes his hood and rolls out of the ring. That's not Adam Young. No idea who that person is. HERE'S ADAM YOUNG NOW RUNNING DOWN THE RAMP!
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on here? Did Adam try to have someone sneak attack CD?
Adam hits the ring and is immediately hit slap to the face! An epic slap, almost louder than the ring bell which has just rung. Corey has Adam up and A BRAINBUSTER! Jesus Christ he just dropped Adam Young on his head. Adam rolls to his stomach instinctively, he has no idea where he is but he's to a knee, COREY BLACK WITH A SHINING WIZARD ALMOST TAKING HIS HEAD OFF!
Zach Davis: Oh my god, the attack to the head is relentless.. this is almost sick..
Adam's out cold, almost in the middle of the ring. Black's not done, he climbs to the top rope, motions to the crowd who is going ape shit, and he flies off with a Frog Splash! Corey hits with such force that he bounces off Adam Young!
Shannan Lerch: Brainbuster, Shining Wizard, and Frog Splash. Count it.
Corey on his feet and places one foot on Adam Young's chest.
Zach Davis: And there you have it. A jobber killing if I have ever seen one.
As the fans clamor to and from their seats, quick runs to the bathroom, or the concession stand in hopes of not missing anything big, "Swamped" by Lacuna Coil brings every to attention. They look around, those who are familiar with the song, and whom it represents, that is. They are slightly shocked when they spot Synn, wearing hsi signature ponytail bandana, and trench coat, dressed in street clothes, the WCF tag team belt draped over his left shoulder, walking to the ring down the aisleway, with big Mondo Massive, dressed in all white dress clothes, right behind him. Most jeer, but there is a small contingent of fans who cheer him passionatley. He ignores both sides, a face of rock solid concentration, he is here strictly for business, and his face shows. Stepping into the ring, he holds the beautiful tag team title high over his head, gettting the reaction he wanted, he places the belt back over his shoulder. Synn then waits for the crowd to quiet down before he speaks.
Synn: Tonight, Doc Henry and i are to defend the tag team belts against former champions, the very men we beat, or more correctly, the very men I beat, when i pinned Steel Toe Joe, for these belts.
Crowd: PROPHECY!!! PROPHECY!!! PROPHECY!! PROPHECY!!!
Smiling, Synn just shakes his head, the chant lasts momentarily, then the fans become silent eager to hear what Synn has to say about the match.
Synn: The road was not an easy one for me. The first step was when i beat then tag team champs Michael Santiago and Ryan Blake in a handicap match. Then i had to find a partner, being a member of a stable, i didn't figure it would be such a bitch to accomplish something that minor. first, was Logan, whom had hand picked me for Darkside of treachery in the very beginning. He turned coat, abandoned me, and the stable. So i was left partnerless, until Doc Henry stepped up, at first i was impressed, this is a man with many accolades, and a impecable tag team pedigree. I have regretted that choice ever since, he has been nothing but dead weight, riding my coat tails to his fourth tag team title reign. In the mean time, we challenged, and i beat for a second time, Michael Santiago and Ryan Blake to become number one contenders to titles that were already rightfully mine. Then Doc continued riding my coat tails into the tag titles match against Prophecies Steel Toe Joe and Tek, i pinned Joe to win the titles, i did all the work, he got half the credit.
The fans Boo Synns vision of events, not sharing Synn's thoughts on Doc Henry's lack of input into the team. Synn smiles, not caring anymore. This time he doesn't even give the crowd time to become silent before continuing on.
Synn: Go right ahead and cheer him, but as for me, i'm tired of carrying you Doc Henry. I have gone to great lengths to accommodate you, i have gone out of my way to try and build chemistry with you, i have worked diligently to try and be on the same page as you. Every phone call, every voice mail, every email message, i get the same bullshit. Naw, we are good. or no, it's alright, you do your thing and i'll do mine. Or no, i don't want to promo for the tag team titles this week Synn, you go on and do your thing. Week in, and week out Doc, i have busted my fucking ass, while you coasted and did as little as possible to get by. I've had enough, the final straw was when you went behind my back, and reformed the New Confederacy with Johnny Reb at Shoot to thrill. Since day one it's been a fucking chore just trying to communicate with you, but you go behind my back and team up with Reb as if it were just yesterday that you both were tag team champions.
Synn smiles, walking around the ring, passing Mondo who almost takes up one whole corner of it. Synn carefully pulls his tag team belt off his shoulder, looking at it as he holds it in front of him.
Synn: Since day one i have had to carry your ass, carried you to a tag team title reign, and this is the thanks i get? Well, since your so hard up to rejoin Johnny Reb, let me help you!
With a huge gasp from the crowd, Synn spins around once, tossing the title high into the air, there is a brief squeal as the metal grinds against the floor when the belt slides to a stop halfway down the entryway.Everyone turns their focus back to Synn, the entire audience in shock.
Synn: THERE, ARE YOU HAPPY NOW DOC HENRY? Why don't you take that belt, doll yourself up all nice and pretty like, AND FUCK JOHNNY REB WITH IT!! I'm done with you Doc Henry, i am so sick and tired of carrying your no working lazy ass around, making ME do all the work and trying to take all the credit for MY tag team champion reign. WE ARE DONE! oh, and good luck with YOUR tag team title defense against Prophecy tonight.
The Crowd is too stunned to boo, they have never seen anything like this before, many can't even believe what they just saw, there are those who even refuse to believe. Synn smiles, he cares little for what people think anymore, and his facial expression and body language makes that plain and clear.
Synn: With that bit of business done and finished, while i have your attention, i would like to address one more bit of business here tonight. I'm not gonna sit here and congratulate that coward Jeff Purse for winning War, and the world heavyweight championship.
Crowd: JEFF PURSE!!! JEFF PURSE!!!! JEFF PURSE!!!
Synn smiles, but again his face shows he doesn't care.
Synn: That is right, Jeff Purse, the man whom BARELY beat me for the United States title not too long ago, and in typical Pantheon fashion, has been hiding behind politics and Seth Lerchs skirt ever since. He's had his pansy ass kissed enough by everyone on the WCF roster, and besides, i have no respect for a man who has been running and hiding like a coward such as he has. Jeff Purse will do everything in his power to NEVER face me, because he knows he barely beat me once, he knows he can never repeat that miraculous feat ever again, so he hides behind the weak fact that he beat me one time, and uses his leverage, gained on bended knees in front of Seth doing what Purse does best, to make sure he never has to face me again. So fuck you Jeff Purse, i predict a long tidy title reign, with as few defences as you can possibly squeeze by with. Other than that, the big talk has been about the number of eliminations, Steve Orbit and Eric Price tied each other with 4, other talk is how impressive Nathan Von Liebert was, and what an amazing showing he had at War, with his three eliminations.
Synn pauses, as the fans notice the Jumbo tron slowly fading from black to white. Synn turns facing the jumbo tron, the fans filled with anticipation of what might come next.
Synn: I congratulate my fellow Church of the dark saints member for his efforts at War, but as is the case since i came back to WCF, Synn has done all the dirty work, and someone else gets all the rewards. First Bishop and Priest with the Darkside of Treachery, then Doc Henry with MY world tag team title reign, and now at war, others have taken my hard work and stolen what was...IS...rightfully mine. I'm sick and tired of working my ass off, trying to be everything to everyone, and getting shit on in return. So tonight, for all those who rather talk shit about me rather than give me my due respect, fuck you, tonight i set the record straight, and WCF can go fuck itself.
Synn points peoples attention to the massive jumbo tron, the scene picks up immediatley after Synn finishes off Phantasm with a shining wizard.
Shannan Lerch: Meanwhile, Synn has taken Phantasm down with a Shining Wizard. Synn turns and gets hit with a Superkick from Stylez!, sending him flying out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Sensing his opportunity, Stylez quickly picks Phantasm up and hits The Curtain Jerker! Holy crap! Here's the pin, one, two...
The screen goes black, the scene returns to Synn.
Synn: YOUR WELCOME, FILTHY SCUMBAG! Again, someone taking all the credit for MY work. Typical alcoholic piece of shit, stealing a title shot he didn't rightfully earn. Which is oh so very ironic, since my next subject is the alcoholic thief's opponent in the internet title match, Nathan Von Liebert.
Synn pauses for reaction, smiling evilly at the crowd as they feed him with their emotions.
Synn: Other than Jeff Purse winning War to become the world heavyweight champion, Fly proving what an unworthy champion he is, the number of eliminations by Price and Orbit, and the miserably failed return of Jay Price, Nathan Von Liebert's 3 eliminations has been a hot topic around the WCF universe. People are all talking about what an amazing showing he put in at War. Can i return your attention to the jumbo screen one more time?
The screen once again pops to life, taking everyone back to War.
Zach Davis: They exchange words... and begin brawling! This is so bizarre. Here comes our next entrant, three, two, one...
Shannan Lerch: AANNDD here comes Nathan von Liebert. This match just got very interesting.
Zach Davis: We've now got TWO Church of Dark Saints members. And if they use their numbers like Prophecy did earlier, this isn't good for anyone in this match.
Shannan Lerch: Synn and Nathan join forces immediately, grabbing Joel Hall and sending him into a turnbuckle. They kick at him mercilessly.
Zach Davis: Nathan pulls Hall out and then throws him to Synn, who gives him a stiff shot to the head with his cast! Nathan then hits Hall with a Straight Jacket Drop!
Shannan Lerch: Nathan drops and pins Hall.. one, two-
Shannan Lerch: They now turn their sights to Johnny Stylez. Stylez doesn't see them coming. Synn hits him with a stiff shot from behind, once again using his cast.
Zach Davis: Poor Stylez, he can't catch a break. And remember, whoever pins him will face him for the Internet Title. Synn throws him to Nathan, who hits another Straight Jacket Drop!
Shannan Lerch: Nathan drops down and pins Stylez. One, two..
Zach Davis: Three. We've got Nathan von Liebert versus Johnny Stylez next week for the vacant Internet Title!
Shannan Lerch: Next entrant. Three, two, one..
The scene cuts to black, with everyone returning their attention to Synn, who is smiling cockily in the ring.
Synn: Of course, as said earlier, history could have been different, as the alcoholic scumbag stole that title shot from me. So i hear everyone talking about how amazing Nathan did at War, as you all just saw, you all apparently forgot, TWO of Nathans eliminations were handed to him...BY ME!!!
Looking over to Mondo, nodding in agreement, Synn slowly walks around the ring, seemingly addressing every single member of the audience.
Synn: Styles stole my elimination of Phantasm, and i handed Nathan TWO eliminations in addition to that, do the math you morons, with my own elimination of Hank Lane, that would have tied me with Steve Orbit and Eric Price in first place with FOUR eliminations. Yet Styles and Liebert get the internet title shots, and credit for MY work.
That has been the way of things since i returned to WCF. I bust my ass off, and everyone else gets the credits and rewards. Same damn thing with Darkside of Treachery, same damn thing with Doc Henry, same damn thing with WCF, same damn thing with Church of dark saints. Synn does all the dirty work, everyone else gets the spotlight!!
NOT ANYMORE. Get this straight, just as Logan with Darkside of Treachery, I was approached and asked to join the Church, and by Oblivion himself no less. We have Helloween just weeks away, so listen up, and listen very closely Nathan Von Liebert, Andrew Warhawk, Famine, Zombie McMorris, and even YOU Oblivion, i am NOT a hired fucking gun, i didn't approach you to join, YOU asked me, i am a MEMBER, Oblivion has already looked into my soul, he knows where i stand, come Helloween, every single last one of you better step up and pull your own weight, yes, even YOU lord Oblivion.
I am SICK and TIRED of working my ass off and getting nothing back in return. I have beaten champions, i have gone toe to toe with the best WCF has to offer and proved worthy of being here, i AM a champion myself, all this, and i get treated like garbage, yesterdays trash. Bishop and Priest trying to take credit for ME being the workhorse, the flag bearer of DOT, Doc Henry rides my coat tails to a fourth tag team championship. I beat tag team champions in a handicap match, i beat multiple time tag champs and us champs in a fatal four way to become number one contender for the U.S. championship, i almost defeated current world champion Jeff Purse several times in that U.S. title match, i become number one contender to the tag team belts, i pinned Steel Toe Joe to win the tag team belts, i main evented Slam against a hall of famer in Corey Black, and a future legend in Johnny Fly, both multiple time world champions, and proved myself worthy of being a main even championship contender, yet i get no respect or recognition of my accolades and accomplishments. People would rather talk about how amazing Nathan Von Liebert did in War, ignoring the fact two of his eliminations came by way of Synn. People rather talk about how Johnny Styles earned the hit on Phantasm, earning a shot at the internet title, and not how he got that pin on Phantasm after SYNN nailed him with a shining wizard, setting Styles up for the easy pin that should have been mine. People wanna talk about how awesome Jeff Purse looked, winning War and the world title, and not how he's been ducking me like a fucking pussy because he knows i could take that title from him.
Synn pauses, quietly reflecting on these things for the briefest of moment. Taking a quick peak over to Mondo, his evil smile gets more sinister. Reaching into his trench coat, Synn pulls out a butterfly knife, working the knife masterfully he quickly opens the blade, wrapping his hand around the sharp edges he slowly pulls the knife from his hand, then holds it up showing the deep gorging gash he has just cut into it, the crowd gasps in horror as blood, thick oozing, begins to flow out of the wound. The image makes Synn's smile even more horrific looking.
Synn: There, you have drawn first blood, are you happy now? Cut me do i not bleed? can you not see the crimson flow from my veins? I will no longer sit idly by, letting YOU take credit for MY hard work and success. I will no longer sit idly by, letting YOU ignore and not recognize my accolades and accomplishments. Doc Henry, your on your own tonight, i will no longer allow you to burden me with your dead weight, hold me back and keep me down to padd your own lack of success. Church of the dark saints, i will NOT allow a repeat of Darkside of Treachery, i will NOT become your workhorse, becoming the flag bearer for someone else to try and steal what i have hard earned. Tonight i take back what is rightfully mine, the respect i have been denied. Tonight i relinquish that which is holding me back, Doc Henry and the tag team championships. Tonight, is the dawning of a new age, the coming of a new era. I will no longer be disrespected, and pity to those who do.
Synn throws the mic down to the mat, causing a high pitched bit of feedback that rings in everyone's ears. Mondo steps forward, handing him a handkerchief with which to wrap his bleeding hand in, the two men leave the ring, the fans all stand in stunned silence, unsure whether to cheer or boo the new Synn. He does not care, not even allowing a small peak at the tag team title belt laying on the ground as he walks by it, he and Mondo soon quickly disappear behind the curtain that leads to the back of the arena.
Shannan Lerch: World tag team titles on the line, what was supposed to be Synn and Doc Henry defending the belts, has now turned into a handicap match with Doc squaring off against Tek and Steel Toe Joe all by his lonesome.
Zach Davis: Shocking comments earlier tonight by Synn, accusing Doc Henry of riding his coat tails to the tag team belts. Synn then giving up his half of the tag belts to Johnny Reb accusing Doc of reforming the New Confederacy behind Synn's back at Shoot to thrill.
Shannan Lerch: Doc, a four time world tag team champion, and United States champion, is a hell of an athlete, but i don't like his odds against the caliber of opponents he faces tonight. Tek and Steel Toe joe are former tag champs looking to regain their titles.
Zach Davis: And with Synn removing himself from this match, they just may do it here tonight. It would be a big feather even in Doc Henry's cap to defeat Prophecy here tonight, but as you said Shannan, the odds are severly against him, and i don't like those chances.
"Faith" Limp Bizkit signals the arrival of Prophecy. The fans rise to their feet as Tek and Joe enter the arena from behind the back stage curtain. The two men stand at the beginning of the walkway leading to the ring, raising their arms up leading the crowd in a chant for Prophecy. Confidence in their strides they quickly make their way to the ring, taking center stage in the ring as pyrotechnics explode everywhere getting the fans wild with excitement.
Zach Davis: Definitley favorites with the fans, the masked warrior and the holy flame are two very incredible athletes, former champions, who lost their belts a month or ago to Synn and Doc Henry ironically enough. Finally getting their rematch, they have to be liking their odds in a two on one handicap.
Shannan Lerch: True that they are fan favorites, but even they know you have to take every advantage one can, especially when titles are on the line. They may not like it, but there here to regain the titles, even if it be a handicap match.
"Dr. Feel good" plays, the fans still on their feet, share the love with Doc Henry in admiration of his bravery here tonight. Chants of "Synn sucks" let's Doc know he has their support. As he walks out from behind the curtains, both belts draped over each shoulder, Doc's face is stern, serious as death. Looking the fans over, he quickly focuses on his opponents in the ring, slowly making his way down.
Shannan Lerch: Dead man walking! Dead man walking here!
Zach Davis: Shannan, show the man some respect!
Shannan Lerch: What? I am, he's a dead man walking to his funeral, just saying.
Zach Davis: A cold bitter night for the confederate champ. Dumped by his partner, accused of being a coat tail rider by said former partner, and now having to defend the world tag team belts alone against Prophecy in a handicap match.
Shannan Lerch: Can only imagine what is going through Johnny Rebs mind watching this all transpire.
Zach Davis: One can never accuse Synn of not speaking his mind, that is for sure.
Shannan Lerch: Or for having a lack of a filter for said mind, i wonder if he can even keep his thoughts pg-17. He taught some very impressionable young children a whole new vocabulary here tonight.
Zach Davis: And it sure wasn't brought to them by the lovable muppets at Sesame street.
The scene quickly cuts back to the ring, with Doc Henry getting the action started fast and furious, grabbing Steel Toe Joe and hitting a wind up forearm shot to the face before tossing him out onto the ring floor, then quickly dodging a Tek right hand cross, quickly spinning on his heels welting Tek with hard rights and lefts that have little effect through the mask.
Shannan Lerch: Seems Doc's fist aren't phasing Tek too much, ever wonder what that mask is made of? could be used as a weapon Zach.
Zach Davis: Never thought about it Shannan, but with Tek's recent breakdowns, one might have to wonder if we should put it past him to do such a thing, as use his mask for a weapon.
Doc quickly restrategizes, stepping into Tek with a hard knee to the gut, Tek doubles over from the blow. Doc then points the ref's attention to Joe, who has recovered from being unceremoniously tossed from the ring. The ref cuts Joe off, ordering Joe to get in his corner. Doc takes the momentary distraction to toss Tek into an opposing corner, and began a merciless pounding.
Shannan Lerch: Doc has to wrestle smart. And end the match quick, the longer this match goes, the better the odds in favor of Prophecy.
Zach Davis: This is where Doc would probably tag in Synn, to keep a fresh man in the ring as long as possible, but with no partner to keep him rested, he has to keep one member of Prophecy in the ring to wear him down, but i don't like those chances, Tek has raised him game significantly the past few weeks, and Joe is a major impact player already, it would be a huge upset if Doc were somehow able to retain the titles against this amazing team.
Shannan Lerch: And what if he does? Does Synn have the power to name his successor as world tag champ? Can he hand the New Confederates a fourth tag team reign just like that?
Zach Davis: Guess we will have to wait and see what your brother Seth says about it.
Shannan Lerch: Synn certainly has a way with the tag team division, every time he shows up, shit happens and everything changes.
Zach Davis: He does have quite the track record with tag teams when he joined WCF, and that record keeps getting ever more impressive.
Back in the ring, Doc continues his assault on Tek. Doc now has the masked warrior center ring in a modified sleeper hold, Joe is screaming at Tek to "HOLD ON" from his corner, but Tek is visibly wearing down and fast. The ref raises his arm, it falls limp by his side, Doc begins cranking the sleeper, trying to add more pressure to the carotid artery cutting off the oxygen in the blood to his brain. The fans begin chanting Tek's name, getting fully behind him in support, Joe steps up on the bottom ropes, clapping his hands together in unison with the fans hoping Tek can get a second wind, the ref raises an arm, it falls again.
Zach Davis: A third failed check, and we might have an upset here Shannan.
Joe's face is wrought with concern, he begins to step into the ring, planning on breaking the hold, but just as he gets halfway through the ropes, Tek stirs, the fans get fully to their feet cheering loudly as Tek begins to shake violently, his eyes get wide with a second burst of adrenaline, slowly getting to a knee, Tek strikes out at Doc with a hard right hand to the stomach, Doc recoils but tries to keep Tek in the sleeper, Tek strikes out again, a hard punch to the stomach, this weakens Doc's hold.
Shannan Lerch: IT'S ALIVE! IT'S ALIVE!!
Zach Davis: And Tek trying to fight back, he needs to make a tag to to the fresh man.
Tek grabs Doc's face, rocking back, he shoots forward headbutting Doc, the blow stuns the confederate champ back a few steps. Tek waves his hand in the air getting the fans into the match, running to the ropes he rebounds going for a forearms smash. But Doc catches him, planting the masked marvel to the match with a rock bottom. The fans moan in shock at the sudden turn of events
Zach Davis: Oh my, gamblers hand out of nowhere, Doc might just pull off an upset, this could be it.
Shannan Lerch: THE REF COUNTS ONE!
Zach Davis: There is the two!!!
Steel Toe Joe quickly dives through the ropes, hitting Doc in the back of the head with a clubbing fist, Doc rolls breaking the count.
Shannan Lerch: DENIED!!!
Zach Davis: Joe with the save, that could have been it right there.
Thinking quickly, Toe grabs Tek dragging him into their corner. Before Doc can recover from the hard clubbing hand, Joe steps onto the ring apron, grabbing the tag rope tied to their corner, reaches in and slaps Tek on the shoulder, Tek, still dazed, just looks up slightly confused.
Zach Davis: Joe with the teamwork, dragging Tek to the corner for the hot tag, Now Doc is in trouble, he has no partner to tag out to himself.
Shannan Lerch: I hope Synn is happy with himself right now.
Zach Davis: Something tells me he is pretty exstatic with himself Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: What an asshat!!
Joe storms the ring, scooping Doc up in his arms, he punishes the confederate rogue with several rib breakers, then in an awesome display of strength, Joe waves towards the locker room before swinging Doc Henry high over his head. Doc slams back first extremely hard onto the mat behind Joe.
Shannan Lerch: WOW!
Zach Davis: I think that wave was to Synn in the back locker rooms, what a display of strength, and a bit of show of disrespect towards the self proclaimed Hell Raiser, by the Holy Flame.
Knowing of Doc's intestinal fortitude, Joe doesn't go for the pin right away, deciding on punishing his opponent further. Grabbing Doc, Joe wraps his big arms around Doc's waist, lifting him up he begins squeezing the air out of his lungs.
Zach Davis: A big bear hug by the powerhouse Joe, you definitely don't want to find yourself in this kind of a predicament against a man who can bench a reported 550 pounds Shannan, Joe can literally squeeze the life out of Doc Henry right here.
Shannan Lerch: Strength on strength was one of the most talked about high lights of this match Zach, people wanted to know how Synn, a powerhouse in his own right, could measure up in the strength department against Joe. Synn has a bench mark of just over 500 pounds himself, people wanted to see the two big tanks go head to head.
Back in ring, the strain of the bear hug is beginning to show on Doc's face. Joe smiles up at Doc, then starts rocking left and right putting more strain on Doc's ribs from the swinging momentum.
Zach Davis: OUCH! Joe violently tossing Doc around like a rag doll.
Shannan Lerch: A sack of potato's.
Zach Davis: Or a sack of potatoe's.
Shannan just stares at Zach with a raised eyebrow. Zach smiles half assed.
Zach Davis: Or just a bad habit?
Shannan scoffs, back in the ring, Doc desperately tries to fight out of the bear hug. Having landed several hard right hands to the head of the holy warrior, to no effect, Doc reaches both arms back wide, then claps, popping Joe in the ears.
Zach Davis: Other than a poke to the eyes, that is a sure fire way to break the hold.
Shannan Lerch: Your gonna have to speak up Zach, he can't hear you!
Shannan laughs at her own joke as Zach groans.
Joe releases the powerful bear hug to grab at his ears, he lets out a loud moan as the ringing reverberates throughout his head, Doc falls to his feet, he catches himself against the ropes.
Shannan Lerch: This is where he would normally tag Synn in most likely, if the asshole bothered to show up that is.
Zach Davis: No doubt Synn would bring up the fact he beat then world tag team champs Blake and Santiago in a handicap match, something tells me he is having little remorse, or sympathy, for Doc Henry right now.
Shannan Lerch: That was months ago Zach, is he ever going to let that go?
Going back into the ring, Doc rebounds off the ropes, knowing he has to go for the quick kill, he wraps his arms around Joe's neck. swinging around he brings Joe down to his back with a swinging neckbreaker. Doc then runs over, narrowly missing Tek with a wild right cross that Tek is able to lean back away from just in time to not get hit. But the plan works as Doc had hoped. Tek quickly hops through the middle ropes, but is cut off by the ref, Doc viciously stomps at Joe before picking him up. Doc throws an arm over his own neck lifting up the big man, taking every single ounce of strength he holds the big powerhouse over his head in a stalling suplex, then brings the big body down hard to the mat with a jackhammer
Zach Davis: What a display by Doc Henry there, though not in the same league as Joe or Synn, people do forget Doc has power himself.
A maniacal look comes over Doc's face, looking back towards the curtain that leads to the back arena, Doc yells something incoherently, flipping a bird towards the curtain he quickly turns his focus back on the still stunned Joe, grabbing one of Joe's wrists, doc slides it under his farthest leg, then wraps the leg around Joe's head he quickly brings the foot back tucking it under his his knee, Doc then grabs Joe's arm, wrapping his under then back around synching in an american keylock armbar, Joe screams in pain.
Shannan Lerch: HOLY SHIT ZACH!! YOU SEE THAT??
Zach Davis: OH my god, i think this is a message to Synn, Doc Henry has Steel Toe Joe trapped in Synn's very own TSN submission hold!!
Shannan Lerch: That shit looks painful, how the hell ya supposed to get out of that?
Zach Davis: That's the point Shannan, there is absolutely NO escape or reversal, it's quite possibly THE most dangerous submission ever, there are only three ways out, Tap, Snap or Nap, and Doc has it applied almost expertly here, this could be it.
Doc wrenches the armlock, causing Joe to scream in intense pain, Joe begins to feel the effects of the triangle choke, he's fading fast, but refuses to tap. Tek senses Joe's trouble. He slides through the middle ropes, dodges around the ref and nails Doc with a shin kick to the chest.
Shannan Lerch: Shit, did you hear the pop from that kick?
Zach Davis: We heard it, but Doc most certaintly FELT it.
The kick knocks the air out of Doc's lungs, he releases the TSN submission clutching his chest in pain. Tek repeats Joe's earlier actions in playbook fashion, he drags the big man to their corner. Hoping back onto the ring apron, he grabs the tag rope and slaps Joe's shoulder. Grabbing the top rope he flings himself over landing right in front of Doc, who tenses up at the sudden sight of Tek landing right in front of him. Just before Doc takes a swing, Tek begins clapping, the fans get solidly behind Tek, who starts break dancing. First a few quick hops to the left, then back to the right, Tek follows that up with a perfect moonwalk, then a worm leads into a break dancing spin on the mat. The fans are eating it up as Doc looks on smirking but a bit confused. Tek then stirkes a pose out of the spin before kipping back to his feet, he does a couple arm waves to the crowds delight, then before Doc realizes what happens, Tek nails him right in the face and chest with an amazing standing drop kick that causes the crowd to gasp in awe. The kick drops Doc to the mat. Tek rebounds off the ropes, moonwalking past Doc's head before hitting a senton splash onto his opponent. Quickly running over to his corner he tags Joe in. Tek turns around, as Joe grabs him from behind.
Zach Davis: What is this?
Shannan Lerch: No time for a love affair boys.
The fans cheer on as Joe lifts Tek up in the air, Tek kicks his feet out as Joe brings him down legs first onto the top rope, using the momentum Joe then tosses Tek over his head flipping Tek over in mid air. The fans pop like crazy when Tek lands on top of Doc with a big splash.
Shannan Lerch: WOW, what team work!!
Zach Davis: team work like no other, what an unorthodox move that was, a slingshot belly to back flipping suplex slam? Are you kidding me?
The fans rise in unison, Tek quickly hops back to his feet, then steps on Doc's feet, keeping him from being able to kick out as Joe covers him for the pin
Zach Davis: One count on Doc Henry.
Shannan Lerch: TWO!!
In unison with the ref, and the fans, the whole building echoes with the count of three. The crowd erupts in cheers. The ref takes the world tag team belts from the time keeper handing them to Steel Toe Joe and Tek, who raise them high over head to the crowds delight. The new champs celebrate their win as "Faith" by Limp Biskit plays over the loudspeakers.
Scene opens backstage. "The Mack" Steve Orbit, dressed in his ring gear, stands outside his locker room with a concerned look on his face. He is talking on his cellphone.
Steve Orbit: Slow down, slow down. ... She WHAT? ... Is she alright? ... Ok. ... Fuck, man. What the fuck. ... This mother fucker is crazy. But he gettin' crazy with the wrong one. ... Aight, what's the room number? ... Yeah, I'll come by tomorrow morning, for sure. ... Aight, peace.
Orbit throws his cellphone against the wall, smashing it to pieces. He opens the door to his locker room and walks inside, where Golden Joey is sitting.
Steve Orbit: That was Marco Velasques, Maria's brother... yo, this fuckin' drag queen attacked Maria at her office, homie. She's in the fuckin' hospital, she's all fucked up.
Golden Joey: ... You serious?
Steve Orbit: Yeah I'm fuckin' serious! This shit... how can it get any more personal? Maria... FUCK!
Golden Joey: Maria's a good one, dogg. She go to church every Sunday...
Steve Orbit: She volunteers for charities and shit, homie! She ain't deserve this. Not at all. I can't believe... it's my fault, man. It's my fault Maria got hurt. I shoulda killed this Twilight bitch by now.
Golden Joey: All I'm sayin' is, send her the message, right now. Fuck her up so bad that she won't never fuck with you again.
Steve Orbit: That's exactly what I'ma do. I'ma kill this bitch...
Orbit grabs the camera and looks directly into it.
Steve Orbit: SNAP OUT OF IT, LOGAN!
Orbit paces back and forth as we fade out.
Zach Davis: Coming up next is a match that a lot of us aren't really looking forward to... although we ARE in San Francisco, so some of these fans might love this match!
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on, it's gonna be fun!
Zach Davis: Tuxedo Match! Mack versus 'Twilight'!
"Parliament Funkadelic" by plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Mack, I think he's been dreading this night.
Shannan Lerch: Well, he's wanted a chance to "knock some sense" into Logan, or Sarah, or whatever. Here's his chance.
Orbit makes his way to the ring, shaking his head with a disgusted look on his face. Golden Joey is nowhere to be seen. Steve is not his usual self, he's not playing to the crowd at all. His eyes are focused on the ring. He's dressed, of course, in a tuxedo-- as the camera pans around him, we can see that it is midnight blue in color, consisting of a midnight blue jacket, midnight blue slacks, a white shirt, lavender bow tie, a silver vest and black Mauri "Anniversary" style shoes. He is also carrying a decorated pimp cane, which he leaves at ringside. The crowd pops as he hits the ring, but he takes a corner and fixes his eyes on the ramp, awaiting 'Sarah'.
Zach Davis: Just to be clear, this match is anything but a standard one-fall match-- no disqualification and cannot be won by pinfall or submission.
Shannan Lerch: That's right, Zach. The only, ONLY way to win a Tuxedo match is to strip your opponent down to their underwear.
"The One" by Elena Siegman plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: And here's um... 'Sarah Twilight'.
Shannan Lerch: ... She looks hot.
'Sarah Twilight' appears at the top of the ramp. She is wearing some variation of a tuxedo-- a short, tight black jacket on top of a "baby doll" tuxedo shirt and a red sequin vest. Black heels and a red bow tie complete the outfit. She slowly makes her way to the ring as boos echo throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: I have a feel this is gonna be one of the most bizarre and memorable matches we've ever seen. At this time I'd like to say to parents with any young children, now might be a good time to put them to bed--
Shannan Lerch: 'Sarah' takes the corner opposite Orbit and winks at him, licking her lips...
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: I feel bad for the ref.
'Sarah' and Orbit circle each other. Orbit has a look on his face like he can't believe this is really happening right now.
Zach Davis: The Mack with a wild swing, 'Sarah' ducks and spins Orbit around, grabbing him from behind--
Shannan Lerch: Orbit shakes her off and he slides out of the ring!
'Sarah' laughs like a maniac inside the ring as she watches Orbit pace around the ring, trying to collect himself. Finally, Orbit grabs a mic from a ring hand.
Steve Orbit: You know what? FUCK this. I ain't sign up for this, y'all. I'm tryin' to be a mother fuckin professional and this is the type of shit that Seth puts me in to. This is a fuckin' joke. I'm the UNITED STATES Champion. Seth can find somebody else to do this circus bullshit. I'm out.
Orbit drops the mic.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has lost his cool, and understandably so.
Shannan Lerch: He's leaving the arena... but wait, I don't think 'Sarah' is gonna let that happen!
'Sarah' starts to slowly stalk Orbit as he makes his way towards the exit... as he gets closer to the exit, she starts to scream like a banshee and runs top speed after him. Orbit turns around, and as he does--
Zach Davis: 'Sarah' leaps and catches Orbit with a flying forearm!
Orbit goes down and 'Sarah' gets on top of him, straddling him and keeping the forearm smashes coming to Orbit's head and face. Orbit kicks his legs trying to throw 'Sarah' off of him, meanwhile using his arms to try to block the blows to his head. Finally, Orbit shifts his body and now he is the one on top of 'Sarah'. He has no mercy, hitting 'Sarah' with big right and left hands to the head.
Shannan Lerch: The Mack tries to stand, but 'Sarah' pulls him right back down! Now they're rolling around on the ramp!
They continue to brawl while rolling back down the ramp towards the ring. As they hit ringside, Orbit finally frees himself from 'Sarah's grasp and gets to his feet, stomping on 'Sarah'. He grabs her and whips her into the ringpost, quickly following up by smashing her face over and over again into the steel ringside steps.
Zach Davis: The Mack is ruthlessly beating on Log-- er, 'Sarah Twilight'.
Orbit is talking trash, saying "this is what you wanted bitch?" Orbit shoves her back-first into the guardrail as she laughs. Orbit cocks back his arm--
Shannan Lerch: 'Sarah' swerves back, avoiding the Pimp Slap-- 'Sarah' comes back with her own backhand slap!
Zach Davis: The Pimp gets Slapped!
Orbit is furious, holding his jaw as he rolls back into the ring. 'Sarah' stalks the outside of the ring, still laughing to herself. She rolls back into the ring and Orbit is right there, trying to grab her but she hits him with an elbow to the midsection. 'Sarah' gets back to her feet and hits Orbit with a big European uppercut, followed by a second.
Zach Davis: Orbit sent reeling backwards into the corner. 'Sarah' charges the corner and hits a running hip smash. She climbs to the second turnbuckle and rubs Orbit's head-- Orbit is trying to come to his senses, but 'Sarah' has the collar of his shirt and she is trying to take off his bow tie--
Shannan Lerch: She's got it off! 'Sarah' tosses Orbit's bow tie into the audience, and now she's trying to unbutton his shirt.
Finally, Orbit is able to grab 'Sarah's arms and throw her off of him. She doesn't leave her feet though, but Orbit hops up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a double axehandle smash, taking 'Sarah' down. 'Sarah' scrambles to get back to her feet but Orbit is hitting her with quick jabs, dancing around her, sticking and moving.
Zach Davis: The Mack with a headbutt-- and a spinning backfist! 'Sarah' falls into the ropes, holding on to the bottom rope trying to stay up.
Orbit puts his shoe to the back of 'Sarah's neck, pressing her into the bottom rope, choking her-- he carefully changes position, now using his knee to keep the pressure on. He uses his hands to grab 'Sarah's jacket with both hands, trying to rip it off of her.
Shannan Lerch: 'Sarah's face is turning red, almost purple-- and Orbit has successfully ripped her jacket off, and thrown it to the middle of the ring.
Orbit backs off from the choke as 'Sarah' hangs across the rope, and Orbit moves to 'Sarah's feet, grabbing her leg and trying to take off her heel--
Zach Davis: 'Sarah' is kicking-- she kicks Orbit in the face!
Shannan Lerch: I doubt that's the first time Steve Orbit's gotten kicked by a high heel, but he looks stunned nonetheless.
Sarah recovers back onto his feet, bouncing off the ropes, and hitting Orbit with a dropkick. Orbit goes down onto his back and Sarah tugs at his pants ripping them off his legs-- exposing his black Playboy speedo underwear.
Zach Davis: There goes Steve’s pants!
“Sarah Twilight’s” eyes light up with amusement and he childishly giggles to the sight of a pantless Orbit.
Shannan Lerch: And the Mack is... busting out of that banana hammock.
Zach Davis: Oh please, he probably stuffed a sock in there.
Shannan Lerch: Jealousy...
Sarah is on her feet, stomping away at Orbit as he tries to get back to his feet. As he gets to a knee, she stands in front of him, trying to draw his jacket off. Orbit resists, trying to elbow her midsection, but not doing too much damage. Finally, Sarah gives up on the jacket and grabs Orbit--
Zach Davis: SNAP suplex by Sarah Twilight. Orbit is laid out once again, not looking good for him right now.
Sarah goes behind Orbit, locking him in a sleeper.
Shannan Lerch: There you go, wear him out, honey. Then you can have your way with him.
Zach Davis: Sounds like you have some expertise in this area.
Shannan Lerch: I usually just use alcohol as a sleeper.
Orbit struggles, but is fading fast. Sarah draws one of the arms of his jacket off, and goes for the other arm but Orbit resists. Sarah locks the sleeper in tighter, but Orbit is using his free hand, punching him in the side of the head. Finally the punches take their toll and Sarah releases the hold, but not without kicking Orbit in the back of the head.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit's gotta find a way to get back in this thing, or... well, it's not gonna be good, I can say that much.
Sarah finishes taking Orbit's jacket off, but Orbit quickly low-blows her as she tosses the jacket aside. Orbit gets back to his feet, but he's exhausted, leaning on the ropes. Sarah recovers from the low-blow, backs up and charges him--
Zach Davis: Orbit ducks-- Sarah goes over the top rope to ringside!
Sarah landed hard at ringside-- she's trying to collect himself. By the time she looks up--
Zach Davis: The Mack goes over the top rope and SPLASH!
Now they are both laid out ringside. They both start to stir, trading blows as they slowly get back to their feet.
Shannan Lerch: Steve is reaching for that cane... he's got the cane--
Zach Davis: Orbit just broke the pimp cane over Sarah Twilight's head! Sarah collapses!
Orbit, with a look of disgust, goes to work. He literally rips the vest off of Sarah's chest, and throws it to the crowd. He quickly goes back for the bow-tie, and rips it off, leaving red marks on Sarah's neck.
Shannan Lerch: The Mack is back in control, doing what he does best-- removing women's clothing.
Zach Davis: I think he would say wrestling is what he does best.
Shannan Lerch: Whatever, Zach.
Zach Davis: So let's review what's going on-- Orbit's lost his tie and his pants, he still has his jacket, vest, shirt and shoes. Sarah's lost her tie, jacket and vest, but still has her shirt, pants and heels.
Sarah is still laid out, Orbit goes back down and tries to grab her shirt, but is being very careful not to touch his skin-- Sarah takes advantage of his timidness, and grabs him by the back of the neck--
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight pulls Orbit in AND PLANTS A KISS ON STEVE ORBIT'S LIPS!
Orbit struggles and squirms but Sarah won't let go. She monkey flips him over and he crashes into the ringside barricade. Sarah rips open Orbit's vest and shirt, then grabs the top of the broken pimp cane and jabs him in the midsection with the splintered edge, over and over again.
Shannan Lerch: That's gotta hurt-- I think Orbit's bleeding.
Orbit's gut is welted up and indeed his skin has been lightly punctured in some spots. Orbit is doubled over, holding his stomach-- Sarah takes advantage and pulls the shirt and vest over his head, clubbing him in the back a few times (hockey style) before pulling the shirt and vest off of him and throwing them to the ground.
Zach Davis: This match is getting closer and closer to being R rated-- Orbit's got nothing but his shoes left!
Shannan Lerch: Annnnd that is one fine looking man. I'll say one thing, at least tranny Logan has good taste in men.
Zach Davis: Well now he has a chair, and he's... she's setting it up.
Sarah climbs a few of the ringside steps, leaps off and drops Orbit with a scissor kick to the back of his neck.
Zach Davis: This might be it for Steve Orbit. He's hurt.
Orbit is laid out, face down at ringside. Sarah circles him, laughing to herself and lightly kicking at him, admiring what she's done to him. Finally, she turns him over, and straddles him--
Zach Davis: She should be trying to take his shoes off-- I think she's just toying with him now.
Sarah leans in for another kiss--
Shannan Lerch: ORBIT SPITS IN HER FACE! Ewww!
Sarah gets up, bringing Orbit up with her. She drags him over to the chair that she set up.
Zach Davis: She's visibly upset. It looks like she's setting him up for the Twilight Zone-- Orbit slips out-- drop toe by Orbit and Sarah goes face first into the chair, collapsing it!
Orbit immediately goes for Sarah's legs, taking her heels off as she kicks to avoid it, but he manages to take them off. Now Orbit's behind her, putting her arm in a half-nelson--
Zach Davis: HONEY DIP (half-nelson suplex) ONTO THE CHAIR!
Shannan Lerch: These two are gonna kill each other. Talk about star-crossed lovers.
Zach Davis: I would call it fatal attraction-- Sarah has rolled over and is face down, Orbit's got her pants down to her ankles-- he's got the pants off!
Shannan Lerch: It's down to Orbit's shoes or Sarah's tuxedo shirt.
Sarah rolls over, with her leather thong underwear-- and a standing pink dildo sticking out. The crowd collectively gasps.
Zach Davis: Oh God... parents, turn off the television. Actually, EVERYONE. Turn off the television. I'm covering my eyes.
Shannan Lerch: The Mack looks like he's gonna be sick.
Orbit stumbles back at the sight of the dildo. He slides back into the ring, taking a breather. Sarah is barely moving, laid out at ringside... after a few moments, she starts to get up.
Zach Davis: Orbit's exhausted, but taunting Sarah now. He wants to finish it in the ring.
Sarah finally slides back into the ring, met by strong kicks to her upper body and head, which she mostly blocks with her arms. She gets back to her feet and starts brawling with Orbit... Orbit takes a wide swing which Sarah ducks--
Zach Davis: Sarah catches him with a jumping neckbreaker! How much fight can these two have left in them?
Sarah lifts up Orbit and whips him to the corner. Orbit is dazed and Sarah charges the corner, hip-checking him. She then climbs the turnbuckles, until the pink dildo attached to her crotch is level with Orbit's face...
Zach Davis: OH NO! Orbit, snap out of it! He's resisting!
Sarah tries to shove the dildo in his face. Orbit has both of his hands on her hips and is resisting with all of his might as she tries harder and harder, the dildo gets closer and closer. Orbit turns his head to the side as it gets closer, still resisting with all of his might.
Shannan Lerch: I have to wonder if this is karma catching up to Steve Orbit.
Just as the dildo touches the side of Orbit's face, he shoves her off the turnbuckle with all of his might, catching her with a knee to the face on her way down. Orbit quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle--
Zach Davis: Sarah is down, Orbit's up top-- OAKLAND SPLASH! He hits it!
Shannan Lerch: In a standard match, that usually means it's over, but he's still gotta get that shirt off of Sarah Twilight.
Orbit finds his jacket, which is still on the mat in the ring. Sarah is totally out of it. Orbit walks over to Sarah and flips her over on the mat, wrapping the jacket around her neck-- he wraps the two arms of his jacket around his hands, puts his knee on her back and pulls back as hard as her can, choking Sarah with the jacket.
Zach Davis: Orbit's really trying to end it. He said he wanted to knock her out, this is one way to due it.
Sarah's face goes through the different shades of red and eventually blue from the oxygen being cut off. When he can feel she is limp, Orbit lets go of the jacket and Sarah slumps to the mat, face first. Orbit kicks her to make sure she's out, and she doesn't move. He grabs her shirt, pulls it over her head, and throws it to the mat-- exposing Sarah's leather bra.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: The Mack has done it! He's won the Tuxedo match!
Shannan Lerch: That was not an easy fight by any means, but in the end, it's Orbit who strips Sarah Twilight-- although he's got nothing but his alligator shoes on, that was definitely a close match.
Zach Davis: I'm sure this is not the last battle we'll see from these two.
The ref checks on Sarah who is starting to come to, as Orbit grabs his clothes and gets the hell out of there.
After hearing Seth’s announcement, Kain looks panic. Suddenly Famine gets out from the ring and attack Kain fiercely.
Zach Davis: Wouldn't want to be Tommy Kain right about now... uh oh.
Famine whips Kain into steel steps. Kain screams in pain. Then Famine puts Kain into the ring while Oblivion is ready to fight him. Obi stands Kain up with one hand by pulling his hair. Obi gives Kain a punch with ITs big right hand right into Kain’s face. Then Obi takes Kain down with a vicious Scoop Slam. Obi bounces the rope and hits a Big Splash to Kain’s downed body continued by a PIN!!!
Shannan Lerch: Don't kick out, Kain, just let this one go.
Kain kicks out!!!
Zach Davis: Guess he didn't want to take your advice, Shannan!
Obi tags to Famine and Famine quickly drops an Axe Handle to Kain. Then Famine locks Kain into Headlock. Kain tries to break the lock while Famine strengthens the lock. Kain slowly rolls aside and elbows Famine’s gut until he loses grip. Kain gives Famine a Dropkick and he’s down. Kain runs through Oblivion in the apron and hits a Flying Forearm Smash to Oblivion until he falls outside the ring. Without Kain realizes, Famine is already stand and give a Bulldog to Kain. Famine pins Kain.
No! Kain kicks out again!
Shannan Lerch: Tommy Kain isn't giving up!
Zach Davis: He never does, Shannan.
Famine argues with referee but Kain already stands and gives Famine a series of uppercut until Famine cornered in TB. Then, Kain furiously stomps Famine. Referee tries to stops Kain but he refuses. Referee counts Kain for DQ and Kain stops his attack at 4. Kain stands Famine up and whip him to another side of TB. Kain runs and hits Shining Wizard and continued with Bulldog. Kain goes for a PIN!
NO! Oblivion comes to make a save!!
Shannan Lerch: Kain almost had it!
Kain complains to ref but Famine pushes him to Oblivion’s side of TB. Oblivion runs at him but Kain hits a Back Bodydrop, sending Oblivion fly to the outside! Famine runs at him next but Kain kicks him in the gut and hits the TommyDriver!
Zach Davis: TOMMYDRIVER! I don't believe it!
Tommy drops and pins Famine, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: Tommy Kain manages to pick up the win! Even without Sado, wow.
Oblivion slides back in and is going to attack him, but Kain drops and rolls out of the ring, escaping while he can.
Zach Davis: Next up ladies and gentlemen, a match bred from the War battle Royal last week. Having each acquired the hits put forth in place by Seth Lerch, Johnny Stylez and Nathan Von Liebert have a chance to win the vacant Internet championship. These two men have light up the wires not seen since Stuart Slane and Kale Windsor fought over said championship.
Shannan Lerch: I can't even begin to imagine what WCF.com videos will be like after tonight.
As Kyle Steele steps into the ring to give the introductions, a huge guitar rift rattles the ribcage of everyone in attendance, quickly followed by a hard drum line, the fans get to their feet curiously awaiting the revelation of whomever has so blatantly interrupted the match.
Shannan Lerch: Uh, that doesn't sound like the entrance theme to either competitor here tonight Zach, what's going on?
Zach Davis: So right Shannan, it seems we have a surprise guest, it truly goes without saying, you never know what will happen next here in WCF.
In the ring, Kyle stares up the ramp way with a mixture of shock and anger on his face at being cut off so rudely, as the song "Trick or treat" by Fast way continues to play, the fans erupt in utter surprise as Synn steps out from behind the curtains.
Shannan Lerch: OH JEBUS CHRIST? Him again?
Zach Davis: Oh, isnt that your future boyfriend Shannan? You two seem to hit it off so well when your in the same room together.
Shannan Lerch: Fuck you Zach, i'm the original Flygirl, asshat.
A huge chorus of boo's rain down upon Synn from the crowd, scattered with supporting cheers from a grassroots fanbase can just be heard. Synn cockily strolls to the ring, soaking in both the cheers and boos with a sly grin on his face.
Zach Davis: After his little rant earlier this evening i'm surprised he's still here.
Shannan Lerch: We all know Synn is never one to back down from controversy, hell, he seems to thrive on it.
Zach Davis: That he does Shannan, he sure does seem to try and create more than his fair share of it.
"Trick or treat" slowly fades out, with the boos and small ring of cheers dying down shortly after. Synn walks straight up to Kyle Steele, dwarfed by the 6 foot 5, 260 pound monster, Kyle readily gives up the mic immediately to Synn upon request.
Shannan Lerch: Oh gee's. Guess he hasn't said enough so we gotta listen to him again.
Zach Davis: Shannan, i thought you went for them badboy types.
Shannan Lerch: Not when they wear more make up and lingerie than i do. Key word is BAD, i LOVE me a badboy, not so much the mentally whacked out nutjobs.
Zach Davis: Synn is far from a mental whack job, he's a tough competitor and one hell of an athlete.
Shannan Lerch: He think's he's the son of the devil!
Zach Davis: And you think Johnny Fly actually loves you!
Shannan Lerch: What did you just say?
Zach Davis: It looks like Synn is about to address the audience here tonight, let's get back to the ring.
With a most evil of glares, Shannan let's slide Zach's insolate
Synn: So you all may wonder why i am here, very good question. And the answer is simple, because Johnny Fly quite literally stole this very title shot from underneath me when i put the lights out on Polar Phantasm at War, simply to have Stylez superkick me from behind like the coward he is and steal my rightful spot here tonight. Secondly, in my tradition of being the most selfless and true team player, i handed Nathan Von Liebert the right to challenge Stylez here tonight, as you all saw earlier on this evening. Since by all due rights, i should be challenging here tonight for the internet championship, i feel it only fair i get front row ringside seats to watch the two men whom took, or were given, that opportunity by me at War.
The Crowd boo's very loudly, Synn pays them no mind.
Shannan Lerch: All's fair in love and war crybaby, Stylez beat you for his shot, and you literally gave Liebert the other. So now we have to deal with Synn being ringside for this? Is he for real?
Zach Davis: Shannan, get ready, i think he intends to do more than just watch, it looks like Synn is about to do the introductions here.
Shannan Lerch: Oh shit, is he for real?
As if to answer her, Synn waves his arm to the crowd as addressing them and begins doing Kyle Steele's job of introducing the competitors for the match.
Synn: First, the man who attacked me from behind to steal this title shot, Coming from the big easy, New Orleans Lousianna, L.A. Johnny Stylez.
“Cold” by Crossfade accompanies the arrival to the ring of Johnny Styles. Smirking at Synn as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Stepping into the ring, keeping a distance from Synn at center ring, Stylez climbs up to the top turnbuckle, striking an arrogant pose to the jeers of the fans. Running his hands across his midsection in a title belt motion he talks trash to the fans letting them all know that he is about to become a two time internet champion. Stepping down from the turnbuckles, Stylez then get's in Synn's face talking trash to the demon of WCF, then steps to a corner facing the rampway as he waits for his opponents arrival.
Zach Davis: Some deep tension between the former internet champion, and former tag team champion there.
Shannan Lerch: I'm sure Stylez hasn't forgotten that Synn and FPV defeated Tommy Kain and himself just a few weeks back. He's most definitley wanting to get a measure of payback for that loss.
Zach Davis: Stylez has a huge advantage here tonight Shannan. He's already held the internet championship before, no doubt he wants to wear that gold around his waist and be the ever present representative for WCF once again.
Shannan Lerch: Nathan Von Liebert is also familiar being a champion. He, a former television champion, wants to bring a title to the Church of the dark saints, especially since Synn has seemingly thrown away the tag team titles earlier tonight.
Back in the ring, Synn seems unrattled by Johnny Stylez in your face trash talking. Obviously wanting to remain professional, he continues on with the match introductions.
Synn: And Mister Stylez opponent, hand given this title opportunity by yours truly, gift wrapped like a christmas present, coming from the nightmare realm, the devils right hand, Nathan Von Liebert.
The camera pans to the titantron, where an oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.
"No, go away!
Leave me alone!"
Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.
"Don't you come in here!
I don't want you here.!"
The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.
"No, No, No, NO!!
The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd.
Zach Davis: Seeing Nathan Von Liebert and Synn standing in the ring together at the same time, it's really creepy knowing the kinds of freaks Oblivion has put together.
Shannan Lerch: Birds of a feather Zach, evil twisted minds that enjoy causing others pain and misery, these dudes just don't care about anything but hurting people, and bad.
Zach Davis: Liebert is going to have his hands full here tonight, Stylez is no slouch........wait. Shannan are you seeing this?
Shannan Lerch: Oh for the love of all that is holy what is he doing?
Zach Davis: Synn, as much as i would like to say it's good to see you, what are you doing?
Synn: Well, as i stated earlier tonight, and just a few minutes ago, Stylez stole one spot, and i gave Nathie-boy the other, so no one deserves to be here more than me. So i'm getting a ringside bird's eye view of a match i should rightfully be in.
Shannan Lerch: Your are such an insufferable arrogant asshole!
Synn: Thank you.
Shannan rolls her eyes, scoffing at Synn either playing stupid, or totally ignoring the insulting tone of her comment.
Zach Davis: I hope you remain totally and completely professional here tonight Synn. We all know about what you did to Doc, and the circumstances you created in the tag team title match, but we want to keep the focus on the internet title match if you don't mind.
Synn feigns shocked surprise at Zach and Shannan, as if completely hurt that they would imply he is anything but professional.
Synn: But of course, i'm hurt you would imply such a horrible thing Zach.
Shannan Lerch: I'm sure you are!
Back in the ring, the ref has rung the bell getting the match underway. NVL and Stylez slowly circle each other, before stepping into the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. NVL outmuscles Stylez, pushing him back into the turmbuckle. Stylez takes a quick look, not liking the situation, he quickly grabs a handfull of NVL's hair, pulling him back into the ropes, stepping out from the corner.
Synn: Handful of hair there, ya know, everytime i look at my boy Nathie, he looks like a freaking eraserhead to me. Wonder what kind of hair gel he uses.
Shannan Lerch: Did you just call your fellow Saint's member an eraser head?
Zach Davis: God i hope this doesn't turn into a long night.
Back in the ring, the ref tries to separate the two men. Forcing his arms between the two he begins to pry them apart. Stylez jumps on the opportunity to quickly turn the tide to his favor. He raises his arm, bringing it crashing down hard on Nathan's chest. Nathan grunts, the ref pushes Stylez back warning him to break any holds when his opponent is against the ropes. Styles just laughts at the ref, before stepping back up Nathan hitting several knife edge chops, each one get's a loud "WHOO" from the crowd.
Synn: You know, its funny. Men such as Wahoo McDaniel, Mad Dog Vachon, Ricky Steamboat, and even the Rock and Roll Express used that move, how come they don't get no stupid sound effects from these idiot fans?
Zach Davis: Did you just mention Wahoo McDaniels and Mad Dog Vachon?
In the ring. Stylez whips Nathan to the opposite ropes, hitting a high back body drop on the rebound.
Shannan Lerch: OOH some serious height on that move.
Synn: A little known factoid here. Did you all know Nathan likes to go deep sea diving?
Zach Davis: What?
Shannan Lerch: Nathan Von Liebert, deep sea diving?
Synn: Yeah, he trains by wrestling great white sharks and giant squids. Dude is a beast amongst beast i tell you what.
In the ring, Stylez does a little gloating to the fans, who make it abundantly clear they don't like his cocky attitude. Stylez stalks NVL, as he slowly gets to his feet. Nathan looks around, looking for Johnny, when he turns around he is caught in the chest with a dropkick. Using his low center of gravity and strength, Nathan takes the brunt of the impact, the force causes him to take several steps back, but he sucks in the pain.Stylez quickly hops back to his feet, landing another dropkick. Just as the first, Nathan is forced back by the impact, but sucks in the pain. Stylez has had enough, a swift kick to the stomach, he wraps his arm around Nathans waist, picks him up holding him aloft for a few brief seconds, then tosses Nathan up and over in a stalling gut wrench suplex. Johnny hops back up, satisfied with the better results. Grabbing a hand full of Nathan's hair, he pulls up his opponent, wraps his arm around Nathan's midsection, nailing another stalling gut wrench suplex. Picking up Nathan a third time, Stylez scoops up the former t.v. champ, slamming him back first hard onto the mat. Styles steps over the body of Nathan. Climbing up to the second turnbuckle, he waves to the crowd,evoking a satisfactory response before jumping up and crashing down on Nathan with a hard elbow to the head of his opponent.
Shannan Lerch: Stylez in complete control thus far, the match is still early, but the misfit is truly looking good at this point.
Zach Davis: Stylez definitely looking sharp, if he can keep the tempo of the match at his pace, he could easily leave with a second internet title reign.
Synn just shakes his head, watching on intently, as if studying the two participants in the match. Zach Davis looks over at Shannan, who nods in acknowledgement, they both just hoped scouting the two men was the only thing on his mind. Back in the ring, Stylez continues wearing down Nathan as he secures a tight headlock. Playing a bit of mindgames with the monstrous Liebert, Stylez runs his hands through the thick black hair tussling it all up. Nathan muscles out of the headlock, eyes wide in at the slight, he runs towards the misfit but is met with a big hiptoss, the move flings Liebert up and over the top rope. Stylez smiles arrogantly as he watches Nathan crash land hard onto the bare mats covering the concrete floor below.
Zach Davis: Oh a high hip toss sends Liebert outside. Stylez really keeping the pace in his favor here.
Stylez walks over, wiping his hands down his face, he proceeds to flick them in an outward motion towards Synn, giving the impression of him flinging his sweet at the HellRaiser. Synn leans back, giving a slightly cocky smile of his own in appreciation of Stylez attempt to get into his head.
Zach Davis: A little show of disrespect there Synn. Stylez definitely seems to have little care for your presence here.
Synn: I know what he's trying to do Zach, and it's not gonna work. If he was smart, he would worry alot less about me, and a little more about his opponent, as you might notice. has gotten back into the ring as we speak.
Finished with his little taunt against Synn, Styles turns back around to focus on Nathan. His face shows the utter surprise of the monster standing right behind him. Nathan doesn't wait for Stylez to react, he pushes the misfit back into the ropes, tossing him to the opposite side, Nathan places one foot immediately behind himself, lowers his body as he plants himself to a lower center of gravity, then explodes out off the stance like a 3 - 4 linebacker hitting Stylez with a hard shoulder spear. The crowd gasps in unison with the Misfit as all the air is forced out of his lungs. Nathan quickly hops to his feet, crossing his arms then swinging them out wind to signal that the end is near. The fans pop big as Nathan picks up Styles, tossing him again to the ropes he sets the former Internet champ up for the straight jacket drop!
Shannan Davis: He's going for the straight jacket drop, he earned this title shot with that move, wouldnt' be something if he became champion with the same move?
Zach Davis: Stylez goes into the air, we could have a new champion in just a few short seconds fans.
Stylez thinks quickly though, as Nathan lifts him up for the deadly finisher, Stylez uses the momentum to slip over Nathans head and slide down his back. Nathan stumbles, completely surprised by this, Stylez uses Nathans lost balance to roll him up onto the mat.
Zach Davis: What a sweet reversal!
Shannan Lerch: Stylez reverses the straight jacket drop and get's Nathan with a schoolboy rollup.
The ref quickly checkes NVL's shoulders
The fans cheer in a unified gasp at how close to seeing crowned a two time internet champion. Disappointment is written all over Stylez face, but he foregoes arguing the count and presses the advantage. Stomping all over Lieberts body to further punish his opponent. Stylez bends down screaming obscenities into Nathan's face.
Zach Davis: Looks like Stylez has that fire lit under his ass right now.
Shannan Lerch: Getting in some brutal kicks. Coming that close to being hit with the Straight jacket i think reminded him how quick a match can be over.
Synn: It makes me no never mind who is the champion. Nathan and i are the future of the Saints. Oblivion chose us for a reason, we get the job done regardless of the consequences to ourselves. or others.
With not another word, Synn continues intently watching the match, giving more credence to the feel that he is scouting both competitors. In the ring. Stylez has Nathan leaned against the ropes pounding the stocky frame with hard rights and lefts further punishing his monstrous looking opponent. Satisfied with the results, Stylez works the crowd again with a cocky smile and an arrogant wave to them. Grabbing Lieberts wrist for an irish whip, his body suddenly jerks as Nathan pulls back stopping Stylez dead in his tracks. Synn smiles, nodding his head knowingly as Stylez elicites several for Ric Flair "Whooo's" from the crowd hitting Liebert with several stinging knife edge chops that literally echo throughout the arena. fans almost cringe as they watch Liebert's chest turn a beet red. Stylez attempts another irish whip, but Nathan fakes him out, bursting out of the corner he stops dead on a dime, spins around using the momentum against Stylez, throwing the misfit instead into the opposing turnbuckle. Nathan then smiles devilishly, putting himself back first into the corner he and Stylez just occupied, he starts from a dead run sprinting into the corner that Stylez is in hitting a hard clothesline to the chest of the Misfit. Stepping back, he allows Stylez to stumble out of the corner.
Synn: The man may have an eraser head and be as squat as a fireplug, but Nathan has so much raw power. And when he explodes that man can take down a building. It's awesome watching this man just beat the snot out of people.
As if to prove Synn's point, Nathan charges against the ropes using the momentum to hit a running clothesline on Stylez. The move nearly takes Stylez head off as the crowd gasps.
Shannan Lerch: What a clothesline. He nearly took the poor mans head off.
Synn: Headless misfit. Dude doesn't use it much but to blow smoke up a goats ass and talk shit anyways.
Zach Davis: Rather disturbing visual there Synn. thank you for the mental pictures.
Synn: Mental Pictures? What, you ain't seen the swimsuit pics "Sarah" has been passing around?
Shannan Lerch: "Sarah Twilight" has swimsuit pics?
Zach Davis: Oh dear lord.
Back in the ring. Nathan has continued the beating of Stylez, having just gotten a near three count after a text book Lex Luger style power slam. Picking up his opponent. Nathan Smiles out to the crowd, the smiles gives more a chill up the spine that makes the fans boo him hardily. Loving the reaction, Nathan pickes up Stylez, pressing him overhead several times.
Synn: Showing that awesome brawn. Ever wonder what Nathie goes as during Halloween?
Zach Davis: What?
Synn: Dudes a monster 11 months out of the year, does he go as a geek nerd, or something like that, for Halloween? ya know, dress up as something other than what he already is?
Shannan Lerch: Your seriously asking THAT question?
Synn shrugs as if saying why not, causing Zach and Shannan just to shake their heads in disbelief. Back in the ring. Nathan has slammed Stylez back to the mat. taking another run to the ropes he comes off using the momentum this time to jump high in the air.
Zach Davis: Big Splash off the ropes!
Synn: Eraser head going airial!!
Shannan Lerch: What??
Stylez rolls out of the way at the last second, the crowd gives out a loud moan as Nathan doubles up in pain. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Stylez ducks a powerful clothesline, sprinting towards the ropes, he jumps up for a cross body, Nathan catches him in mid air, propping him up for another attempted Straight Jacket Drop.
Shannan Lerch: OH, Nathan caught the crossbody and looks to finish it off here.
Synn: New Internet Champion baby, goat sacrifices every Friday!!
Zach Davis: WHAT???
Synn: Just kidding
Nathan lifts Stylez up, but again Styles shimmies out, Nathan catches himself this time not allowing Stylez to catch him in a schoolboy
Shannan Lerch: Close!
Nathan reaches down, catching Stylez by the throat, Styles throws his body forward, expecting another straight jacket drop, but Nathan smiles up at Stylez. Stylez thinks quick, before Nathan can hit whatever finisher he has in store for the misfit, Styles reaches out and thumbs both eyes of Nathan.
Synn: Typical, dude has to cheat and resort to dirty tricks.
Zach Davis: Thumb to the eye, never fails.
The fans rise as one, wondering if Synn will intervene on behalf of his dark saint brethren, Synn does not. He chooses to watch ever more closely as Styles ducks behind Nathan. he takes several steps away from the monster, planting his feet solid to the mat, the fans excitement rises as they know what is coming.
Zach Davis: Oh, we've seen this before, Stylez has Nathan right where he wants him.
Shannan Lerch: This could be over any second now.
Synn stands up, but doesn't move towards the ring. Stylez gives a cocky smile to the Hellraiser, followed by two middle fingers in the air. Once Nathan has fully turned. Stylez puts his lights out with a well placed superkick to the chin. Nathan is unconscious before he even hits the mat. Stylez, keeping his eye on Synn to make sure no funny stuff happens, drags the stout frame of his opponent to the center of the ring. Positiont himself to cover Nathan, yet keep his eyes on Synn. the ref makes the count.
The fans cheer wildly. The match over, Synn smiles sadistically before rushing the ring. Stylez is ready though, ducking a round house clothesline, both men spin on their heels. Stylez is a few seconds faster, the fans explode with excitement as Stylez hits Synn with a superkick, Stylez smiles gloatfully watching Synn's eyes roll up back into his head then fall unconscious to the mat just like NVL.
Zach Davis: Two birds with one stone, what a night for the misfit.
Shannan Lerch: And he's won his second internet championship. What a showing my mister L.A.
Grabbing the internet title from the ref, Johnny Stylez stands over both fallen members of the Church, raising up the title high for all to see as he celebrates his hard won victory.
“Fallen, broken – simply… dissolved, into an incomplete thought…”
Zach Davis: Well well! I know he appeared at War, but it seems that former World Champion and Hall of Famer Skyler Striker isn’t content with a cameo appearance!
Shannan Lerch: The crowd still love him, too – listen to that pop!
Striker appears on stage to a flurry of crimson pyro as “Fallen Angels” by Ra blasts the speakers. He is all smiles and hi fives the fans on the way to the ring, dressed in white trousers and a smart black shirt. His look is a far cry from the white-haired younger man of the past.
Zach Davis: For those of you who weren’t around for the original run of Skyler Striker in WCF, this man has some serious history.
Shannan Lerch: True that. Infamous feuds with Danny Vice, Jack of Blades and Bobby Cairo spring to mind – not to mention a certain Creeping Death.
Zach Davis: One Tag Team Championship, one Hardcore Championship, one World Championship – the man’s in the Hall of Fame for a reason!
Shannan Lerch: Shush now – listen to the man with the mic.
Skyler goes to speak, but is content to wait as the crowd cheer and chants of ‘One more match’. Eventually they quieten enough for him to begin.
Skyler Striker: Wow. I mean, in all seriousness – thankyou all so much, you are amazing. I wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for every fan who’s ever come to a WCF show or tuned into their television. I’m thrilled to be here tonight.
Zach Davis: Listen to the fans – they love him. One of the most beloved alumni of this federation.
Shannan Lerch: Could you be any more of a suckup? Honestly.
Skyler Striker: Coming back for another round of War was good fun, even if it was a little short. Maybe next time. But-
Chants of ‘One more match! One more match!’ get louder and louder, forcing Striker to smile and acknowledge them.
Skyler Striker: One more match, huh? You know, that chant usually works. But no, I don’t think I’m up for one more match anymore. I don’t have it in me-
The crowd boo at this statement, although Striker simply laughs.
Skyler Striker: Let me finish, are you going to let me finish? Ha. I said I don’t have it in me to do JUST one more match. If I’m back, there’d better be more than just ONE match!
Zach Davis: Big news! Skyler Striker could be back for another go around!
Shannan Lerch: Watch out, Jeff Purse!
But suddenly, Master of Puppets hits, and Seth walks out, escorted by two security guards and with a microphone in his hand.
Zach Davis: Uh... is Seth here to congratulate his newest acquisition and protect him with security?...
Seth grins and begins to speak.
Seth Lerch: So, hold on. Mr... Striker, is it?
Seth is pretending not to know who Striker is; the crowd boos as Striker glares at him.
Seth Lerch: I've reviewed your recent application for employment at the Wrestling Championship Federation. However, after your showing at War, you're clearly not the kind of talent WCF is looking for.
The crowd boos heavily now, Skyler mouths "really!?" Seth and security continue to advance to the ring.
Zach Davis: Is Seth... is he really denying employment to one of the biggest stars the company has ever seen? Striker's return is guarenteed buyrates and ratings! What has gotten into him!?
Seth Lerch: As such, Mr. Striker, I'm going to have to ask you to exit the ring immediately. Sadly, whenever I ask anyone to do that, they never do, so I'm just going to have security get you now. Good luck in the wrestling business, kid.
The security guards enter the ring. Striker looks like he's about to take them on, seeing as it's only two of them and he's a former World Champion; however, more security quickly hits the ring, and soon Striker is surrounded by six men. He looks at them, looks at Seth, and just shakes his head in disappointment before allowing himself to be taken out of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Welp, sorry Skyler, see you later-
It was all a ploy!, Striker starts fighting back! Lefts and rights to one guard, then another, and the crowd is on their feet!, but the numbers game soon catches up to Striker. They finally get him out of the ring and handcuffed. Striker glares at Seth as he's taken to the back.
Zach Davis: What a shame. I've seen Seth make some dumb business decisions, but really!?
Zach Davis: Folks, coming up next is our Television Title match and you have to know that Eric Price is furious over what took place at War. He touted for weeks that he would win War but in the end, he lost to Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: Don’t know how it happened, in fact I still can’t believe it.
Zach Davis: Nevertheless, Price has been in a foul mood all week, firing people left and right over this as any little thing has set him off and he’s looking to vent his rage here tonight.
The opening trumpet riff of "White Trash Renegade blares over the PA systems as red and orange strobe lights flash. Suddenly the strobes stop, and Waylon Cash comes running out onto the entrance ramp. He runs back and forth, eliciting cheers from the crowd on either side before dancing his way towards the ring, Roxxanne Savage following behind him. Sliding under the bottom rope, Waylon helps his manager in, before running and jumping onto the second turnbuckle. He raises his fist hig in the air, soaking up the cheering of the fans.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash soaking in all the atmosphere but he’s also not in a good mood as he got removed from the War match by Eric Price. He’s looking for some retribution and to get some momentum going again. Price has attacked him constantly over losing to Tek.
Shannan Lerch: And he has a mark to prove it with that chrome dome of his.
“You Know My Name” plays over the speaker system as Eric Price steps out onto the entrance stage with a very angry look on his face as the crowd immediately starts booing him loudly.
Zach Davis: And that’s not the usual grin we’re used to from Eric Price this week. He looks angry and on a mission to simply come in and take care of business tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Notice his walk to the ring, no strut, no gall, nothing, just straight to business as he steps into the ring right now, the crowd over him.
Zach Davis: He’s completely tuning them out it seems as he pays them no mind.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, standing a 6’ 5”, weighing in at 230 lbs., from Macon, GA, “The Hellbilly” Waylon Cash!
Zach Davis: And the crowd cheering very loudly for this man as many hope he will finally be the one to beat Eric Price for the Television Championship.
Shannan Lerch: With his recent losing streak, I doubt it.
Zach Davis: And what’s Price doing here, he’s handing a card to ring announcer Kyle Steel. He’s instructing him to read from it.
Kyle Steel: And to my right, standing at 6’ 4”, weighing in at 245 lbs., from Pacific Palisades, CA, he is the current WCF Television Champion and the greatest WCF Television Champion of all time, he is greatness personified and a man of honesty and virtue, Mr. Eric Price.
Zach Davis: What a self aggrandizing piece of work he is, obviously a prepared introduction as the crowd only boos him louder for this.
Crowd: Jeff Purse beat you! Jeff Purse beat you! Jeff Purse beat you!
Shannan Lerch: Those chants have to be eating away at Price tonight who is outright furious that he didn’t win the War match. He felt he deserved it and it was his God given right.
Zach Davis: Well, he needs to put himself back on the map tonight. And as the bell rings, this match up is underway.
Shannan Lerch: And we have Eric Price and Waylon Cash approach either immediately and Price immediately slaps the taste out of Cash’s face.
Zach Davis: Not a wise move in my view to start this matchup. And Cash is not going to take it as he just smiles but surprises Price with a snap DDT.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Zach Davis: But a kickout from Eric Price. Looks like Cash wanted to end this matchup quickly and get Price out of the way. But with the Television Championship on the line, I doubt Price is going to allow this match to go easily.
As Price is down from the DDT and looks almost out, Cash decides to go up to the top rope to try for a Swan Dive Headbutt.
Zach Davis: And looks like Cash is going to up high here, taking a risk. I don’t know about this. The crowd completely behind him.
Crowd: Let’s go Cash! Let’s go Cash! Let’s go Cash!
Shannan Lerch: And he connects with Price but can he take advantage. Cash rolls over and cover!
Zach Davis: And no, Price kicks out. Cash looking to put Price away very early in this match up as Price is still kind of out of it.
Price slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He decides to step out of the ring to take a breather.
Shannan Lerch: Smart man, he’s taking a break.
Zach Davis: The ref starting his count.
Zach Davis: But I don’t think Cash is going to put up with any of Price’s antics here tonight. Price is taunting the crowd here but he has his attention away from the match as the referee continues to count.
Shannan Lerch: But Cash is now on the top turnbuckle, he’s climbed up and he goes for it.
Zach Davis: Price just turning around but too late as Cash nails another Swan Dive headbutt on Price. Both men down now outside the ring as the referee is looking at the carnage right now and restarts his count.
Shannan Lerch: Cash taking a high risk move but it could very well pay off. As Cash is starting to regroup here, he grabs Price and throws him back in the ring. Cash slides back in and cover on Price.
Zach Davis: And Price barely kicks out of that one. Cash definitely is taking it to the Television Champion here tonight and showing him exactly why he was World Champion. I think Price severely underestimated him.
Shannan Lerch: Normally, I don’t agree with whatever you say but you have a good point there.
Zach Davis: Price is still down right now as Cash is getting up, he’s grabbing Price by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear Price down here.
Shannan Lerch: And Price appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Zach Davis: Lifting his arm and no, Price is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to Cash, and another elbow to the gut of Cash here as he’s forced to break the hold. Price dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Shannan Lerch: And Price now getting himself up as Cash looks to be on the attack. He goes after Price but oh no, Price lowers the ropes and Cash goes over. And now a smirk on the face of Price.
Price raises his hand with a smirk on his face here as Cash is down on the outside.
Crowd: Jeff Purse beat you! Jeff Purse beat you! Jeff Purse beat you!
Zach Davis: Price’s smirk turns into a huge frown as you know he is still furious over that. And wait, what is this?
Shannan Lerch: Price flipping the bird to all the audience in attendance tonight as they only boo him louder now.
Shannan Lerch: I think Price is really letting the crowd get to him. He needs to ignore their disrespectful behavior and focus on this matchup.
Zach Davis: Cash regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Price now stomping Cash in the gut over and over trying to wear him down as he has not been able to get any offense in until this point in the matchup. Price really taking the wind out of Cash here and looks like he’s grabbing his legs and he wants to set him up for the sharpshooter.
Shannan Lerch: But Cash knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to kick Price away toward the ropes. Price coming back however and grabbing the legs again, Price kicks Cash in the gut this time and turns him around and sharpshooter is now locked in on Cash.
Zach Davis: Cash in tremendous pain here but he manages to get to the bottom rope. Referee instructing Price to break the hold here.
Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.
Zach Davis: And Price breaks the hold just barely before a count of 5, he needs to be careful to not disqualify himself here as he could cost himself the title.
Shannan Lerch: He’s simply using the rules to his advantage. Although I think Price wants out as he’s not in a stable mental state tonight.
Zach Davis: Cash recovering here as the referee forces Price to step back. Cash is getting up and Price is trying to sneak by but Cash meets him first with a hit right to the face. Price responds with another strike to Cash’s face. These men trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like Cash is getting the upper hand here. And Price is now almost out of it. Cash grabs Price and bam, DDT, nails another DDT on Eric Price.
Shannan Lerch: Cover!
Zach Davis: And Eric Price barely managing to get his shoulder up. What a close combat this has been thus far, many near falls and both men really pushing themselves here.
Shannan Lerch: Price really being pushed to his limit.
Zach Davis: Yes, but Cash is showing why he should be taken seriously and why he has been a World Champion.
And Cash is going to try and finish Price off. Price is down on the mat. Cash is going to get him up and set him up for the Killshot!
Zach Davis: Is he going to be able to pull it off?!
Shannan Lerch: The crowd completely behind Cash here tonight and Cash connects! Here we go, new WCF Television Champion!
Zach Davis: Yes yes! He did it, we have a new WCF Television Champion! The reign of Eric Price is over and Waylon Cash is your new Television Champion!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner and NEW WCF Television Champion, Waylon Cash.
Shannan Lerch: And Waylon Cash celebrating by getting up to the top rope as Eric Price is screaming at the referee over this decision. He can’t accept the loss.
Zach Davis: Cash climbing back up the mountain here in WCF, taking it off a man who has been on a hell of a roll, this definitely sets the momentum back in Cash’s favor. You have to know however that Price is not going to take this very well.
Shannan Lerch: The crowd cheering loudly as they really hated Price. I have to wonder what Price is going to do about this though. This past week, he has been furious over losing War and now, he lost his Television Title. This week has been terrible for Eric Price.
Zach Davis: Who cares! This is Waylon Cash’s moment and he should have it. Congratulations Waylon Cash!
The lights in the arena shut down very suddenly as the sounds of a ticking clock can be heard. On the video screen, the hands of the clock swirl around and around, clockwise--and then counter-clockwise.
"Time is dwindling--time is fleeting."
Images burn into the screen once again. Photographs of Oblivion, Eric Price, Johnny Stylez, Nathan von Liebert, Doc Henry, Adam Young, Odin Balfore, and Famine of the Vile. The images continue to change, depicting even more WCF athletes. Each one of the photographs stains with blood as it dissolves away before our eyes.
Zach Davis: Uh, well it appears that we are being treated to another message. Any ideas this week, Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: I heard exclusive tape of Corey Black speaking backstage at WAR, and he thinks the messages are being sent by Werewolves.
Zach Davis: ...werewolves? Shannan really--werewolves?
Shannan Lerch: I am just telling you what he said!
Zach Davis: I think the mentioning of the moon was some kind of a clue, but I don't think it had anything to do with werewolves.
Shannan Lerch: What then? Because we have almost nothing to go on.
Focusing again on the video screen, some disturbing images flash rapidly. Decaying corpses, scenes of murder, war and torture. Now a bunch of numbers rotate on the bottom of the screen. 1216468. Though this number continues to change, almost as if this was a countdown of some kind.
"During the harvest, as the dead roam freely over the earth, so too shall the wicked be punished. The stained shall look unto the face of evil with fear. For the entity of evil shall punish the condemned. Consequence awaits."
Zach Davis: I--wow that is as creepy as I have ever seen!
Shannan Lerch: Now do you believe it's werewolves? I told you!
Zach Davis: Shannan, I--you just need to--Nevermind, this is pointless with you.
The screen now changes once again. An open door beckons us from up ahead. We are unable to see what is inside of it. Darkness causes the space within the room to appear illuminated. An eerie music box begins to play its ominous sounds in the background. A voice erupts into speech once more.
"The messenger shall leave the mark upon the stained. And when it is time to offer penance for their transgressions, the wicked shall be known."
Suddenly the open door slams shut. The entire crowd looks on to see that this is backstage right here in San Fransisco. The door is in the locker room area and it reads "Oblivion" across the top on a gold nameplate. Written across the entire door in what appears to be blood is the word CONDEMNED.
Zach Davis: Oh My God! This is right here! That's Oblivion's locker room! The Church of Dark Saints--is this person here?
Shannan Lerch: I--I don't know, Zach. But something is going on. The finger has clearly been pointed. Everyone that we just saw in those photographs is potentially "condemned" by this mystery person.
Zach Davis: We are no closer to finding out what is going on here. But I tell you Shannan, this week, it feels like this person, or persons--or whatever are a lot closer than before. I wonder exactly where they are? If they are here, just waiting to strike.
Shannan Lerch: The more intense these messages get, I just have to assume that we're getting closer to finding answers.
Zach Davis: MAIN EVENT TIME!!
Shannan Lerch: Calm down. Jesus.
The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.
As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
The lights slowly come back on as "Professional Griefers" by deadmau5 hits the P.A. and Roy Speede and FPV, signature duster and Genesis T-Shirt, come out the curtains. FPV plays to excited crowd like the circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage. Speede has the Hardcore Title slung over his shoulder.
Zach Davis: Here are the People's and Hardcore Champions!, here is Genesis.
FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fistbumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. Speede enters the ring and hands the Hardcore Title to the referee as FPV climbs into the ring and sits in a lotus position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Shannan Lerch: Next, the team of the current World Champion and former People's Champion himself...
"Paradigm Shift" by Liquid Tension Experiment hits the PA, and three white spotlights crawl to the top of the ramp... AND THE CROWD ERUPTS AS the Unstable Elements and 'the Future' Jeff Purse appear from the curtain!
Crowd: PURSE! PURSE! PURSE!
They wave to their many fans, then break into a photo pose, World Heavyweight Title around Jeff's waist, for a second before heading toward the ring. As Purse slaps hands on the way down, Polar cases the ring and begins plotting strategy... Nightmare slides under the bottom rope, leaping up and lifting her billy clubs triumphantly.
Zach Davis: What a match... here we go!
Nightmare leaves the ring as each team discusses who should start out; the teams settle on FPV and the Polar Phantasm.
Shannan Lerch: LOTS of history and mutual respect between these two. I think. You never quite know where FPV stands. And this is an entirely new Phantasm.
The two meet in the middle of the ring, nod to each other, both looking deadly serious, and tie up. FPV twists Polar's arm, putting him into an Arm Wringer. Phantasm rolls through it and ends up putting FPV into an Arm Wringer himself. Phantasm then kicks FPV down so he's on his knees and goes for a stiff kick to his head, but FPV ducks it, and hits Phantasm with a Jawbreaker. Phantasm staggers back and FPV then fires off several quick jabs, sending him reeling, before throwing him to the ropes. As Phantasm comes back, FPV hits him with a Hip Toss. FPV then locks in a Sleeper.
Zach Davis: Nice wrestling to open this contest up here.
The crowd is split: chants of "LET'S GO POLAR" and "F-P-V!" ring throughout the arena. After several moments, Phantasm begins to work his way up; he jabs FPV in the gut and escapes. FPV swings with a wild Clothesline but Phantasm ducks it and hits a beautiful Dropkick, sending FPV staggering back into his corner. He tags in Speede.
Shannan Lerch: Aanndd here comes Roy Speede. Quite a showing at War himself, and we can't forget: he got that belt by taking Jonny Fly to the limit.
Speede quickly Springboards into the ring and takes Phantasm down with a Leg Lariat. He then begins stomping on the Phantasm, quite aggressively. He follows up by dropping an elbow on him.
Zach Davis: While we know there's a previous friendship between FPV and Phantasm, that is not the case between Phantasm and Speede. This could get ugly.
Speede backs up and lets Phantasm begin to get to his feet. Once he's up, Speede kicks him in the gut and executes an Angel's Wings!
Shannan Lerch: What a move!, beautifully executed!
Speede falls on top of Phantasm and goes for a quick pin.
No, Phantasm is able to get his shoulder up. Speede follows up by climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: Roy Speede, going high risk now.
Speede flies off and connects with a Diving Leg Drop! Purse was yelling for Phantasm to get out of the way but he was too dazed by the Angel's Wings earlier. Speede then grabs Phantasm, pulls him to the middle of the ring and locks in the Anaconda Vise!
Shannan Lerch: Anaconda Vise! This could be the end!
Phantasm's free arm is stretched out towards Purse, trying to make an impossible tag. But the fans are behind it anyway. "PURSE! PURSE! PURSE!" rings throughout the arena, and Purse is clearly itching to get into the match. But Phantasm roars in pain.
Zach Davis: Polar wants to make the tag, but the pain may be too much, he might just have to tap out!
With one final burst of energy, Phantasm rolls his body so he escapes the Vise and ends up pinning Speede!
No, Speede gets out of it and both men are to their feet. Now Speede is the one swinging wildly; Phantasm ducks it and tags in the World Champion!
Shannan Lerch: There's the tag!
Zach Davis: HERE COMES JEFF PURSE!
Purse enters the ring and Clotheslines Speede down. FPV, fearing the worst for his team, has entered the ring; he fires off his Superkick!
But Purse ducks the Headshot!, then hits FPV with The Spoke!, sending FPV flying out of the ring! Speede has gotten back to his feet and Purse takes him down with a Spinning Heel Kick. He then jumps to the top.
Shannan Lerch: He looks like he's getting ready for the Deflater!
Indeed, Purse flies off the top with The Deflater!, but it was too soon for that! Speede gets his knees up and Purse crashes into them! Purse rolls off Speede, holding his stomach in pain, and Speede wastes no time pinning the World Champ.
NO! Purse gets his arm up! Speede curses and stands up, still hurting a little, and lifting Purse up with him. Purse is still quite winded, and Speede locks him in a Full Nelson.
Zach Davis: HE'S GOING FOR THE SILVER BULLET!
No!, Purse slips out of it and rolls Speede up!
No! Speede gets out of it! Purse quickly gets to his feet and dives, tagging in Phantasm. Phantasm Springboards in, Dropkicking Speede. FPV enters the ring and is met with a Jumping Back Kick from Phantasm. Speede has stumbled up and Phantasm grabs him...
Shannan Lerch: THE ICE CAP!
Phantasm drops on top of the Hardcore Champ, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS! The Future Elements pick up the win!
Shannan Lerch: What a night. We see Genesis fully formed, we see Waylon Cash bring the TV Title to that group... but we also see FPV and Speede fall victim to Pantheon.
Phantasm's music plays as he stands, getting his arm raised. FPV and Speede exit the ring, none too happy with the conclusion of the match. Jeff meets Phantasm in the middle of the ring, but before they can celebrate, Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. What does Seth have to say?
Seth steps out from the back, mic in hand.
Seth Lerch: My, my, my. Things sure are heating up, aren't they? Pantheon loses their leader, Jonny Fly, but they still manage to come out on top against a stable dedicated to getting rid of stables. Beautiful.
Seth rolls his eyes.
Seth Lerch: Helloween is coming up, which, of course, means that its time for the Hellimination match. For a while now, Pantheon versus the Church of Dark Saints seemed like the obvious choice for that match. But now? We've seen the formation of Genesis. Things aren't so clear.
Seth pretends to think for a moment; clearly, he already has this all planned out.
Seth Lerch: The way I see it, things aren't quite settled between the Church and Pantheon, that's for sure. And Genesis wants to get rid of both of you. The only solution I see? The biggest clusterfuck in WCF history. A THREE TEAM HELLIMINATION MATCH!
The crowd cheers!, because why not? In the ring, Purse and Phantasm look at each other, not too sure what to make of this. Outside, Speede and FPV seem happy with the developments.
Seth Lerch: Jeff Purse, Polar Phantasm, Corey Black, and Johnny Reb. Or Nightmare, if Reb doesn't decide to come back from wherever the hell he's disappeared to by then. Waylon Cash, Steve Orbit, Roy Speede, FPV. Oblivion, Nathan von Liebert, Famine of the Vile, and Synn. Good luck, everyone.
Seth turns to leave... before turning back around.
Seth Lerch: Oh yeah, one more thing. This year, Hellimination will take place.. INSIDE HELL IN A CELL!
BIG pop now! The fans love the Cell. Now, Seth really does leave, as the members of Genesis and Pantheon discuss these developments.
Shannan Lerch: Holy crap... what a Helloween main event!
Zach Davis: Jesus, a TWELVE person tag team match! Pantheon vs The Church of Dark Saints versus Genesis!
Shannan Lerch: Well, fans, we'll see you at Slam!
Slam fades out as Purse and Phantasm celebrate their victory.