Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is on the air, sponsored by WCF '13!, which is Seth's term for content he's uploaded to a more popular promotion's video game servers. Anyway, we go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! Great to have you here, what a huge night we have.
Shannan Lerch: The WCF Classic 2012 begins tonight! Sixteen of the top stars in WCF compete for a ride in Seth's helicopter.
Zach Davis: Uh, yeah, I don't think anyone cares about that. Either way, winning the Classic puts you in the historybooks, and leading towards One? Couldn't get any sweeter.
Shannan Lerch: In our main event, Nathan von Liebert and Waylon Cash face one another. Nathan is one of the most hated superstars in the company right now, but one of the most successful as well. However, he's yet to hold the World Title, unlike Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: Indeed, and despite men such as Gein Spector, Benjamin Atreyu and Blake Updegraff IV messing with him his entire career here, he's had a lot of success himself! However, we can't forget that last year NvL was the winner of the One Invitational Tournament, so this one could definitely go either way.
Shannan Lerch: We've also got Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight... oh lord.
Zach Davis: This one... well. I can only imagine. Eric Price and a female, wrestling one on one? It won't be pretty.
Shannan Lerch: This is Sarah's first singles match since she's returned, and yeah, she's up against Eric Price. Say what you want about Price but he started at the bottom and is working his way up to the top. A victory against Twilight and advancing in this tournament sure will help him towards that end.
Zach Davis: Speaking of first singles match since their return, former WCF World Champion Dake Ken goes one on one with FPV. And when I say former World Champion, let me make one thing clear: he was World Champion at a time when TORTURE was an active competitor. So yeah, being Champ at that time meant something, that's for DAMN sure.
Shannan Lerch: FPV is a former World Champion himself, and took the belt from Jonny Fly. This is going to be a huge matchup. God damn, this show should be a PPV.
Zach Davis: Television Champion Henri Ducos goes one on one with the leader of the Church of Dark Saints, Oblivion. The election is a few short days away... do you think Oblivion will be elected President?
Shannan Lerch: I hope not!
Zach Davis: In this humble announcer's opinion he'd be better than Mitt Romney, but that's just me. Anyway, rarely have we seen someone like Henri Ducos. He came in here and quickly took the WCF Television Title, one of the most prestigious belts in the company. So, uh, yeah. Kinda a big deal.
Shannan Lerch: We've got Odin Balfore up against Tommy Kain, Roy Speede against Tek... and Stuart Slane versus Johnny Stylez!
Zach Davis: Big matches there. Slane versus Stylez should be huge, wondering if Slane can defeat the second man that put him out of action, and the reigning Internet Champion!
Shannan Lerch: Not to mention Tek against the current Hardcore Champ. And former Hardcore Champ, Tommy Kain, up against Odin... dios mio!
Zach Davis: And lastly, we'll see the United States Champion Steve Orbit up against Benjamin Atreyu. Atreyu has just arrived back in the company but a win against Orbit sure would be huge for him.
Shannan Lerch: It sure would!, but Orbit is one of the most winningest stars in the company. Every match in this tournament is a nailbiter, I can't wait to see how this goes.
Zach Davis: In our non tournament matches, well... what can I say about this match? Hunter Valentyne and Apathy are facing Synn and Kale Windsor.
Shannan Lerch: Smart marks have been talking about this match all week. All I can say is, may the better team win!
Zach Davis: Speaking of tag teams, we've got a match for the Tag Team Titles tonight. In their first defense, the Unstable Elements face the team of Joel Hall and Doc Henry.
Shannan Lerch: Hall and Henry have been strong opponents of the Church of Dark Saints, but we'll see how they fare against Pantheon!
Zach Davis: We've also got Famine of the Vile teaming with the mysterious new Creeping Death up against... "Sarah Twilight" and Jay Price. That'll be.... that'll be something.
Shannan Lerch: Two big four ways-
Zach Davis: -I don't want to hear about your weekend-
Shannan Lerch: -tonight. Harkie, Mr. Happy, Dexter Davis, and John Gambino is one. Chris Guy, Adam Young, Steeltoe Joe, and Zro Nova is another.
Zach Davis: All in all? This show sounds YABBA DABBA! Let's get to it!
Zach Davis: And kicking off Slam, we have a match…
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays over the speaker system as gold lights starts flashing around the arena.
Zach Davis: Ugh … what is he doing here?
Shannan Lerch: After Helloween, God only knows.
Eric Price with a huge smile on his face on top of the stage, dressed in a full black suit with a navy blue shirt and tie as he briskly makes his way to the ring.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: And this Milwaukee crowd all over Eric Price here tonight, not surprising with his dubious officiating at Helloween. Ever since then however, he has taken to Twitter promising all of us a surprise with those results at Helloween. I wonder what he has in mind.
Shannan Lerch: Knowing him, you never know what he brings to the table.
Zach Davis: A huge smile on his face tonight so it probably isn’t good news as he grabs a microphone standing in the center of the ring. He’s just soaking in the jeers.
Eric Price: Tonight …
The crowd boos get louder
Eric Price: Ahem!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: For the record, it’s not my fault you people have to live in this s(beep)hole known as Milwaukee, Wisconsin!
Zach Davis: This crowd is even more lit now.
Eric Price: Regardless, I am here tonight to address a controversial situation; something that has been much talked about all this past week on Twitter and on WCF programming, the Hellimination match and its outcome. For those of you who could afford to watch … ah who I am kidding, I’m in Milwaukee, I know known of you could actually afford to watch Helloween. You probably pirated the signal like the lying, cheating thieves that you are; you most likely went to a bar, didn’t buy a thing and made the poor business owner be stuck with the bill for Helloween because you’re too poor to order it; I guess it’s not your fault you’re poor, uneducated, borderline mentally retarded, especially up north here where people just ain’t quite all that bright, after all, you border Minnesota.
Eric Price: Anyway, at Helloween, let’s take a look at the footage I’m talking about.
Footage starts rolling showing Waylon Cash covering Nathan von Liebert and Price being forced to make the count.
Eric Price: Take a look, I’m counting fairly, 1 …. 2 …. and watch here … look what Sarah Twilight does, she forces my hand down for the 3!
Crowd: Genesis! Genesis! Genesis!
Eric Price: Oh I’m sure you all enjoyed the victory of Genesis. You love Genesis, you love Sarah Twilight oh so much, oh yeah. Well I’m going to tell you all something you’re not gonna love, I am here to correct a grave injustice! That’s right, I am here to correct a travesty of justice that took place at the end of that match as you just saw. Therefore, I am here to announce that Genesis did not win the Hellimination match last Sunday!
Zach Davis: What the hell is he talking about?
Shannan Lerch: What?!
Eric Price: You heard me right, Genesis did not win that match. You see, I was the official in that match; I told them all that I held their fate in my hands and indeed I still do and when Sarah Twilight decided to put her hands on the official, when she decided to put her hands on me by forcing my hand down to make what then became an illegal count, that actually did not enter the record books. With that said, let me finish my announcement that the official winners of the Hellimination Match at Helloween were Synn, Odin Balfore, Famine of the Vile, Nathan von Liebert, and Oblivion, the Church of Dark Saints! YES!
Zach Davis: What the, he can’t do that?
Shannan Lerch: I … don’t know, he was the official but … that’s not right.
Crowd: Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
Eric Price: You’re absolutely right ladies and gentlemen and I have just corrected the bullshit by reversing the decision last week. I was the official in that match and therefore I have the authority to do that. I am simply doing the right thing and giving some righteous people the victory they both earned and deserved. Mr. Lerch I’m sure would approve of what I’m doing.
Brad Kane, the WCF Commissioner appears on the screen at the top of the stage as the crowd starts cheering
Zach Davis: Oh my, I don’t think Price has seen the screen.
Brad Kane: Hey Price, Price?!
Eric Price: Who the hell are you? Why are you interrupting me? My name is Mr. Eric Price and I…
Brad Kane: Shut up! No one wants to hear you’re “I’m Mr. Eric Price” blah blah blah bullshit that no one cares about.
Shannan Lerch: Price is fuming here.
Brad Kane: That decision you claim to have reversed, see here’s the thing about that, you don’t have the authority to do that.
Eric Price: But I was the official in that match, I made that decision and can change it!
Brad Kane: True, you were the official in that match but once you rendered the decision, you can’t change it, it’s FINAL! Therefore, still officially the winners of the match at Helloween, the winners of the Hellimination, Sarah Twilight, Steve Orbit, Waylon Cash, Roy Speede, and Franklin Patrick Venable FPV, Genesis!
Eric Price: You can’t do that!
Brad Kane: The hell I can’t. I’m the WCF Commissioner, I have the authority to do that and just did do that. Deal with it!
Brad Kane disappears off the screen as Price looks livid
Eric Price: You …
Zach Davis: Price looks like he’s about to blow here.
Eric Price: You no good washed up piece of shit! You can’t do that to me, I’m Mr. Eric Price damn it! I AM MR. ERIC PRICE!
“Won’t Back Down” by Eminem starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd gets on their feet and starts cheering!
Zach Davis: And wait a minute, is that Jeff Purse going to come down to the ring now?
Shannan Lerch: Price and Purse have had a very heated war in recent months and in the last few days, quite the exchange of words especially after what went down at Helloween.
Jeff Purse appears on stage by himself holding wearing his WCF World Title around his waist pointing to it much to the chagrin of Price.
Eric Price: No, no you don’t get to interrupt me Purse! CUT THE MUSIC! Damn it, I said CUT IT!
The music stops playing.
Eric Price: Purse, why don’t you get on your little bike or better yet, get a little skateboard for yourself and learn a new trick for the X games. No one cares about you, what these people care about is ME!
Eric Price: That’s right! You people are all here to see me! I simply tell the truth!
Jeff Purse: The truth? How ridiculous that word coming out of your mouth considering everyone knows that you’re a chronic and pathological liar.
Jeff Purse: Speaking of your lying, let’s talk about that fast count you had against me during the Hellimination match.
Jeff Purse walks into the ring at this point
Eric Price: Oh, I’ve been waiting for this moment. You and millions of other sheep have been accusing me of fast counting you during the match. First, let’s replay what happened shortly before that.
Footage of the Hellimination match is shown where Jeff Purse walks in the ring, spins him around, and punches Eric Price right in the head. Then it is shown when Price starts to get back to his feet and just before Purse is about to his The Spoke, Price counters and hits the Reversal of Fortune on Purse.
Eric Price: Look at that, you for no reason decided to put your hands on me during the match, viciously attacking me! Then look, you wanted to follow it up but what happened, Reversal of Fortune, Purse is down! And let’s look at that allegedly fast count.
Footage continues playing and as it gets to the count, the footage slows down and shows the count as if it were at normal speed, obviously edited and doctored to show this. It then returns to normal speed to show Price throwing Purse out.
Eric Price: Admittedly I threw you out with a huge smile on my face as you deserved it but you saw the count, it was a normal three count.
Zach Davis: What a load of horse maneur, that footage was obviously edited!
Jeff Purse: Are you serious?
Eric Price: Absolutely. Look at the replay again.
The footage of the count, edited to look normal plays again.
Crowd: Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
Jeff Purse: That’s a load of shit and you know it. You fast counted me out of the match, why don’t you be a man and admit that you screwed me out of the match?
Eric Price: But you saw, it was a normal count.
Jeff Purse: Admit it! You simply can’t stand that I’m the World Champion, that I’m the man and you are not! It kills you inside doesn’t it so you do what you can to remain relevant, to get the spotlight on you, to get all eyes on you, now isn’t that right?
Shannan Lerch: This is going to end badly. Price is about to explode here as he simply looks down with that sick look in his eyes.
Eric Price: I hate you Purse! I hate you you son of a bitch! You haven’t done a damn thing that makes you worthy of being World Champion yet somehow like the accident that you were for your parents, here you are as World Champion right in front of me, undeservedly! You’ve been riding the silver lining too because since you’ve become World Champion, you’ve competed a total of two times! TWO! Once on the edition of Slam following War and the other at Helloween. That’s it!
Jeff Purse: What’s your point?
Eric Price: What’s my point Purse? Ever since becoming World Champion, you’ve made the title so irrelevant, so unimportant. You simply hold it and carry it as if it were some adornment but you don’t actually love or appreciate it in any way. You don’t show it the respect it deserves! People come and challenge you for World Title matches and instead of responding, all we ever from you is “talk to Lerch”. Since when did Seth Lerch become your best friend Purse?
Jeff Purse: Hey…
Eric Price: No, don’t you cut me off Purse! I’m not done. You’ve been World Champion for 35 days since winning the title at War and you have yet to defend the title. At least the former champion Fly, yes, he and I hated each other, absolutely! But unlike you, I actually had a modicum of respect for him because of the fact that he actually would put his money where his mouth was and defend his title, he actually defended his title successfully and had no qualms about doing it. Yet you, you cower from the challenge and tell us to go talk to Lerch. How about you grow a pair for once, get them from your fiance’s purse and actually accept a challenge. I’m laying the challenge down right here and now. You and me Purse, I know I can beat you, I just need one shot! That’s all I’m asking for, one fair title shot! Give me that and I will shut up. Prove it to me and to the world that you’re not a fluke.
Jeff Purse: I am the WCF World Champion! You need…
Eric Price: Oh I know where this is going, talk to Lerch, right? Here think about this little gem as well Mr. Purse; the only reason you’re standing here as World Champion right now is because your little buddy Jonny Fly was taken to jail prior to the War match, otherwise you would not be World Champion right now. Much like to your parents, you’re also an accidental World Champion.
Zach Davis: I don’t think Purse is going to take much more of this.
Jeff Purse lunges right at Eric Price and starts punching him in the face and runs to the ring ropes and attempts to clothesline him but Price quickly slides out of the ring.
Crowd: Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass!
Zach Davis: And folks, this turned physical after all that taunting by Eric Price as he heads up the ramp. Looks like he’s still asking for a microphone.
Eric Price: Oh shut up!
Shannan Lerch: The crowd all over Price here.
Eric Price: Hey Purse, the truth hurts doesn’t it? You don’t have to answer me tonight but I will expect an answer soon. Remember, One is on December 30th this year. If you don’t defend your title until then, you have a guaranteed 90 reign as World Champion without a single title defense, how pathetic. We’re up to day 35 right now so enjoy the next 65 days as World Champion because once the clock strikes midnight, this little Cinderella story is over and reality will hit and the reality is that you never deserved to be World Champion!
Zach Davis: Some poignant words by Eric Price here tonight to Jeff Purse. I wonder what the World Champion will respond to this challenge.
Shannan Lerch: I wonder if Price will come to regret these words to Jeff Purse.
Miss. Mercedes comes out and is holding a vinyl briefcase. She opens it and pulls out a microphone.
Miss.Mercedes: Shut up. SHUT UP!! I would like to introduce the sexiest man in WCF, he is Chris “Cocky” Guy.
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 then 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.
The arena goes black. "Broken Dreams" by Shaman's Harvest starts playing as a single white light hits the entrance. Out comes Adam in a black "Villain" t-shirt with a skull with a yellow rose in its mouth and black wrestling tights with red "Villain" on each side. Adam stops half way down and points at a fan in the crowd. Adam grabs the sign the fan has and shows it to the camera, "Time to get Villainess". A vulture flys out of the rafters and lands next to Adam.Adam slides into the ring and the fans begin the "BTJ" chant as he throws his t-shirt into the crowd. The vulture flys up on to the top turnbuckle and The lights fade out and a loud screache echoes threw the arena. The lights come back on and Adam's face is covered in red.
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously “Barton Hollow” By The Civil Wars begins to play through the audio systems. The Entrance Gate area and Stage begin to flicker with White lights and neon blue flashes mixed in the flickers. Fog fills the gate area as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the Fog. Joe Stands on stage and plays to the crowds who are cheering for him. Joe then walks down the ramp and gets to the ring steps where he stops, does a Catholic Crucifix motion and then walks up the steps and into the ring. He climbs up two turnbuckles and does the same crucifix motion and raises his arms and points towards Heaven.
Final Countdown hits and Zro Nova runs out and slides into the ring!
Zach Davis: Well that was fast. There's the bell!, here we go.
Nova attacks Chris Guy, and Adam Young attacks Steeltoe Joe. Young takes Joe down and locks in the Crossface immediately.
Shannan Lerch: A lot of Young's offense is submission based, and as long as he can keep Joe down, that may be a good way to deal with this mountain of a man.
Meanwhile, Nova hits several shots to Guy. Nova throws Guy to the ropes and hits a Back Bodydrop as he comes back. Nova then runs to the ropes, Springboards, and hits a Superman Punch to Guy! Nova runs to the ropes again, Springboards again, and hits a Moonsault, landing on Guy!
No, Guy kicks out. Nova picks Guy up but Guy breaks free from him and hits a Dropkick. Nova staggers back and Guy then kicks him in the gut and Powerbombs him!
Zach Davis: Big offense from these two to start the match.
Meanwhile, Joe has broken out of the Crossface. He's up and Adam Young hits him with a few stiff strikes, but Joe shrugs them off. He throws Young to the ropes and as he comes back, Joe hits a Flapjack.
Shannan Lerch: Steeltoe Joe is virtually unstoppable.
Young gets to his feet and Joe takes him down with a Scoop Slam. Joe then grabs Guy, spins him around, and hits him with a Belly to Belly. Lastly, he grabs Nova and lifts him in a Suplex, holding it for several moments.
Zach Davis: What strength!
Finally, Joe drops it with a Brainbuster! Joe pins Nova!
No!, Young dives and breaks it up. Young quickly gets Joe into a Dragon Sleeper!
Shannan Lerch: Another submission from The Villain!
But Joe works his way up, fighting out of it! Young goes for his signature Superkick!, Joe tosses him out of the ring. Zro Nova runs at Joe and Joe catches him...
Zach Davis: THE BAPTISM!
Joe quickly pins Nova, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: And there you have it! The Holy Flame picks up the win.
Joe stands up, victorious, getting his arm raised before rolling out of the ring. Adam Young gets back in and begins arguing with the referee.
Zach Davis: Oh geez.
Suddenly, the arena lights flash off for fifteen seconds and a masked figure the same size as Adam Young is standing behind him. He raises his hand like a gun towards his head and then nails Pain Killer on Adam Young. He crosses his throat with two fingers as "Last Resort" by Papa Roach starts playing and Seppuku appears on the jumbotron in purple with red outline. A loud screach echoes threw the arena and the lights flash out and as quick as he entered the arena Seppuku is gone.
Shannan Lerch: Young just got attacked! Ouch.
Zach Davis: I understand before this four way takes place, Brad Kane has asked for some airtime. So here we go.
The crowd is buzzing as "Guile's Theme" by The Minibosses begins to play. Out comes the commish, Brad Kane with a look of annoyance on his face. A few people slap his hand as he rolls into the ring. Music fades.
Brad Kane: I got a few things to address. The first and foremost is about what this Roy Speede kid said last week on Slam. Now, I don't know about any of you people who pay to watch this show every week on the quality of it's wrestling, but this guy brings it down. Roy Speede...
Brad looks down at the canvas shaking his head before tilting it back up.
Brad Kane: You honestly think that calling me out is doing to work? You think that people honestly thing I suck? What kind of dream world are you living in, son? You think I can boss you around? I AM YOUR BOSS! I make the goddamn matches around these parts. I control what you do! The only man that can overrule my decisions is Seth Lerch and I believe he doesn't think a whole hellva lot of you either.
A pause from the commish as he paces around the ring rather frustrated with Speede's speech from last week.
Brad Kane: You want me at One to prove yourself? You really want to know my answer?
The crowd builds to a complete silence. Brad looks right at the entry with pure disgust and contempt.
Brad Kane: My answer is FUCK NO! You are not worth my time. I left you half for dead last time we got in the ring. Yet you want more? I don't want to be held responsible for ending your career if I got back into that ring with you. Keep trying kid.
The crowd hates that. They wanted to see Brad vs. Roy at One in a couple of months. Brad pays zero attention to them before continuing on.
Brad Kane: Now I regret to inform you that Dexter Davis is not here tonight. He and Freya decided against fulfilling their contractual obligations here this evening. So, sadly, Dexter has been let go. But! I have found a suitable replacement for him this week and every other week...
Brad looks towards the entry way again as "2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember begins to play.
The crowd is in shock and cheers to see "Young K" Christopher Kane standing before them. He hurries to the ring slapping hands along the way. Chris hops up onto the apron and goes to the nearest turnbuckle going to the top to raise his arm, index finger too, into the air. He then jumps down into the ring with a roll before jumping to his feet.
Brad Kane: Good luck tonight, son.
Christopher nods at his father as he paces back and forth ready for the four way.
Zach Davis: WOW! What a surprise.
Shannan Lerch: The youngest member of the WCF roster, ever, is back!
The bell tolls twice in the start of the song. When the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena and after the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as orange light fills the arena the music starts as Harkie makes his way down to the ring as he gets in goes to the center looks up at the roof and raises both arms as pyros go off on all four turnbuckle poles then the lights come back on right after that.
"Mr. Happy" by ICP hits. Bubbles rain down from the entrance as Mr. Happy emerges, burrito in hand. Finishing it off, he high fives children as well as adults (sending them flying back a row or two from his sheer enthusiasm).
Entering into the ring, his 'Happyshades' fall down and he casts his trademark scared 'flinch' before taking them off and staring directly into his opponent's eyes. Then he belches. Following that, he smiles and giggles.
The arena lights slowly dim until they're fully off and the entire place is consumed by darkness. The sound of John Gambino's voice echos throughout the arena...."BLEED FOR ME!". The crowd in attendance erupts into cheers, as "If you want blood (You've got it)" by AC/DC begins playing. Multi-colored strobe lights flash off and on throughout the arena as John Gambino steps out onto the stage. He is dressed in his shiny black trunks, a black leather biker jacket with the NY Giants logo on the back and black boots. A black Fedora hat sits atop his head and a pair of silver aviator sunglasses rest upon his face. Besides Rigg stands his girlfriend Jen, dressed in a short leather mini skirt, a "Mr. Bigg" t-shirt tied up to show off her belly and naval piercing and a red high school cheerleader letter jacket. Also, beside Rigg are his brothers Alcide and Dominic both who are dressed in a black Armani suits, also sporting black Fedoras and Silver aviator sunglasses. Rigg looks up from beneath his sunglasses, surveying the crowd. As the song hits the chorus, Bigg Rigg raises his arms into the air; growling. Red pyros shoot up from the stage behind the crew. The fans continue cheering, starting up a chant of "Bigg Rigg, Bigg Rigg, Bigg Rigg!". As the pyros end, the four walk down the ramp together, slapping hands of various ramp side fans along the way. Once at ringside; Bigg Rigg climbs up onto the apron and holds the ropes down for Jen. She climbs into the ring, Rigg, Dom and Alcide then climb into the ring. Inside the ring, Jen stands to the left of Gamnino whilst Alcide and Dominic stand to his right, all doing the nWo point toward Gambino. Bigg Rigg ascends to the top rope, lifting his arms into the air in a Triple H-like taunt. A curtain of gold pyros rain down into the ring. Rigg then climbs down from the top rope, as the music slowly fades and the lights comes back on.
Zach Davis: Well... here we go!
Gambino runs at Harkie and Clotheslines him down before stomping at him. Kane ties up with Jack Happy. Happy gets the early advantage, throwing Kane to the ropes and then hitting him with a series of slaps.
Shannan Lerch: Slap Happy! Mr. Happy is quite the unorthodox wrestler, and Christopher Kane is relatively inexperienced, so Kane may not have that great of a time here.
Happy picks Kane up and runs with him, hitting a Running Powerslam into pin.
No, Kane kicks out.
Zach Davis: Either way, the dude has heart, gotta give him that.
Gambino tires of stomping at Harkie. He picks Harkie up and throws him to the ropes now, but Harkie reverses it. Gambino comes back and Harkie picks him up in a Sidewalk Slam! Gambino stumbles up and Harkie grabs his throat....
Shannan Lerch: Chokeslam!
Harkie pins Gambino, hooking his leg.
No!, Gambino kicks out. Harkie picks him up and goes to DDT him back down but Gambino jabs him in the ribs several times and escapes. Harkie goes to Clothesline him but Gambino ducks it, kicks him in the gut and hits an Impaler DDT!
Zach Davis: Beautiful move!, perfectly executed, he just planted Harkie's head to the mat.
Before Gambino can follow up, he's spun around by Mr. Happy!, who kicks him in the gut and hits an Evenflow DDT!
Shannan Lerch: DDTapalooza!
Happy quickly pins Gambino.
No! Christopher Kane breaks it up with a kick. Happy stands as Kane runs to the ropes, Springboards, and takes him down with yet another DDT!
Zach Davis: Jesus. Whichever doctor in the back handles concussions, it's looking like he's going to have a busy night tonight.
Kane pins Happy now.
No!, Happy kicks out. Kane isn't done; he jumps to the top and flies off with a 450 Splash into another pin!
Shannan Lerch: The kid's got it!
No!, Gambino breaks it up! Gambino lifts Kane up and lifts him for a Spiral Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: He calls that the Road Rage! This could be it!
NO! Kane kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: There's that heart again!
Gambino backs up as Christopher Kane gets to his feet, he won't stay down... Gambino runs at him and hits a GORE!
Zach Davis: THE RAGE! And here's another pin!
Shannan Lerch: That's it! Gambino wins his debut match!
Gambino's music hits as he stands up, getting his arm raised. Harkie and Happy both see what happened and neither is happy about it.
Zach Davis: Gotta wonder what Brad Kane is going to think about this!
WCF owner Seth Lerch is standing in his office. He’s got a dart in his hand and is facing the wall. Hanging on the wall are posters of Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight and Seth has to make the tough choice of which one of them to hit in the face with his dart. He chooses Purse…and misses. Now there’s a small hole in his wall. Seth takes in a deep sigh before being interrupted.
??: Nice shot, Mr. Lerch.
Seth turns toward the voice and notices a man standing in the open doorway to his office.
Seth Lerch: Who the fuck are you?
Abe: I’m Abe Pearson…
Seth Lerch: Who the fuck is Abe Pearson!?
Abe: I’m your financial adviser.
Seth Lerch: I have a financial adviser?
Abe: Yes, I’m appointed by the WCF board of directors, and we need to talk.
Seth Lerch: WCF has a board of directors?
Abe: Of course it does.
Seth Lerch: That’s news to me. Anyway, take a seat. What’s on your mind?
Seth moves to his desk and takes a seat. Abe Pearson grabs the chair across from Seth.
Abe: Mr. Lerch, I’m afraid the board is becoming suspicious of your spending activities over the last few weeks. They believe you may be using company money for personal purchases like mansions, cars, and…
Seth Lerch: Don’t forget helicopter. I love that thing.
Abe: So, you are using company money for those purchases?
Seth Lerch: It’s my company. It’s my money.
Abe: Mr. Lerch you do have stakeholders in this company who are affected by your spending choices. From my review the Wrestling Championship Federation is very low on operating cash.
Seth Lerch: Seriously? Okay financial adviser, what do you advise I do about that?
Abe: You need to reinvest the money you've taken out of the company back into the company.
Seth Lerch: Do you know how much a helicopter depreciates after bought? That’s not an option, I’m afraid. What if I just cut more salaries and staff?
Abe: I suppose that’s one way to go about it, though the more unethical approach since this problem was caused by your excessive spending.
Seth Lerch: Great! Now we have a plan to correct this.
Abe: We do?
Seth Lerch: Yes. I’m firing all of the board of directors. Who the fuck do they think they are trying to tell me how I can spend my money? Now, I want you take the total amount of money they were receiving from me and my company and look into any private islands that might be for sale. I want one. Make it happen.
Abe: Sir, you can’t just fire your board of directors.
Seth Lerch: How much do you make?
Abe: Just over one-hundred thousand dollars.
Seth Lerch: Are you kidding me? Christ. You’re fired too. That gets me almost halfway to a Bentley!
Abe: These are now fiscally responsible decisions Mr. Lerch. I implore you to reconsider your actions.
Seth Lerch: You know what the great thing about having your own island is? I don’t have to talk to people like you. You’re free to leave whatever the fuck your name is.
Abe Pearson gets up from his seat shaking his head and walks out of the room leaving Seth Lerch alone once again in his office.
Seth Lerch: I guess I’m going to have to cut salaries again. Another ten percent!
With that, we go to commercial.
“Master of Puppets” hits the speakers and the crowd boos as Seth Lerch walks down the ramp, climbs the ring steps and steps into the ring.
Zach Davis: Geez. Whole lotta Seth tonight, first that scene with his advisor Abe and now he's in the ring!
A crew member hops up onto the apron and hands Seth Lerch a microphone. Seth lifts the mic.
Seth Lerch: Well, well, well. It’s a great night we have in store for you guys with the beginning of the WCF Classic and a classic it will be with the level of competition we have. I was looking at the upcoming pay-per-views we have for the remainder of this year and I looked at One’s potential matches and I see that we’ve only got one match being slowly built up. The match is Andrew Warhawk against Steeltoe Joe.
The crowd pops.
Seth Lerch: So I’m thinking to myself, it’s time to add another match, but honestly a lot of the potential match-ups are dependent on how things go for the next month or so. I decide to look back at last year’s One to see what made it so great and I come to rest upon one of the biggest matches from last year’s One: Bobby Cairo versus Logan.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, you’re right. Awesome match. So, with those two big legends duking it out, I got this idea. What if we pay homage to that great match and the legends of WCF by starting a tradition with last year’s match by having a Legends match at One each year? What if this year we have another match featuring two of WCF’s legends going at it in the ring?
The crowd cheers loudly again.
Seth Lerch: So, with that said. I would like to introduce you to the first legend in this year’s match…GRAVEDIGGER!!
“Change” by Deftones hits the speakers and a mixture of boos and cheers come from the fans. They hate the guy, but they know he will deliver. Gravedigger steps out from the back and walks down to the ring, climbs up the steps and steps through the ropes.
Gravedigger walks up to Seth Lerch and shakes hands with him. Seth lifts the mic once more.
Seth Lerch: So, who can we pit against the mighty and legendary Gravedigger? There’s Pantheon’s Corey Black.
The crowd pops.
Seth Lerch: No, no. That’s not a big enough match for me. What about Logan, even if he is wearing that ridiculous Sarah Twilight outfit. That’s two insults in one if you think about it.
The crowd pops at this idea as well.
Seth Lerch: No, I’m not too keen on that idea BECAUSE of the whole Sarah Twilight thing. What about another legend who has been seen recently…Dake Ken? Nah, I’m not too big into that idea either.
Chants of “Skyler Striker” start coming from the crowd and they grow louder and louder. Gravedigger looks around at the crowd, smirking. Seth laughs.
Seth Lerch: Skyler Striker? Are you people kidding me?! I already told that bum on TV the other week that War was a one time thing. Ah! I know which legend Gravedigger will be facing at One. At One there will be a Legends match with a to-be-determined match type added to it in the near future between WCF Hall of Famer Gravedigger…and…ADAM YOUNG!
Gravedigger is absolutely shocked and yells “WHAT?!?” at Seth as the crowd boos loudly at Seth Lerch. Seth puts his hand over the microphone as Gravedigger argues with him about this decision. Seth finally lifts the mic again.
Seth Lerch: That’s my decision and I have spoken!
“Master of Puppets” plays once more but can barely be heard over the loud booing still coming from the crowd. Skyler Striker chants and “This is Bullshit” chants eventually take over as Gravedigger exits the ring with a pissed off look on his face.
During commercials, Creeping Death entered the ring.
The End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage begins to play as Famine of the Vile makes his way out to the arena.
Shannan Lerch: Wait a second. Am I seeing this right?
Zach Davis: I don't know Shannan but i'm seeing it too so whatever's in your water is in mine too.
Famine of the Vile looks different. His hair is in a pony tail, he's wearing some ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with some J.B. Hill boots. Famine walks down the aisle and gets into the ring. The music dies down as the crowd continues to boo the Vile one.
Shannan Lerch: After last weeks match I have no idea how this man is even standing. Regardless of how many days have passed.
Zach Davis: The man is a machine. He's legendary in this business so he knows how to train himself to deal with matches and injuries. Not sure what's up with this look but I guess we'll find out.
"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.
Next, Master of Puppets hits.
Shannan Lerch: Uh? Is Seth going to be Jay's tag partner?
Zach Davis: I haven't seen Logan all day... I don't know if he's here.
Seth steps out and Jay is, predictably, more than a little annoyed. Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: Well Jay, sorry to say this, but Logan isn't here. Probably won't be for a while. So he won't be your partner tonight.
Jay looks unhappy at being partnerless; then he looks happy he won't be teaming with Logan. Then unhappy, then happy again.
Seth Lerch: But don't worry, Jay Price, you will have a partner tonight.
Jay raises his eyebrow.
Seth Lerch: Jay Price, your partner will be none other than.... drumroll please... JAY "FUCKING" PRICE!
The crowd boos and Jay, well... who knows whats going on in HIS head.
Seth Lerch: Good luck!
With that, the bell rings, and Famine rushes Price, clubbing him from behind. Famine whips Price to the ropes and then hits him with a Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: WELL, this match has essentially become a handicapped match.
Shannan Lerch: What are you talking about? Jay "The Nice One" Price and Jay "Fucking" Price, looks like a great team to me.
Famine stomps Price several times and the fans boo. They then begin to chant "NICE ONE! NICE ONE!" Famine ignores them and lifts Price up, then whips him into the corner.... Big Boot! He then pulls Price into the Powerbomb position.
Zach Davis: Jackknife Powerbomb, coming up.
Famine lifts Price up but Price hits a few punches to Famine once he's up!, causing Famine to fall backwards, with Price landing on top of him. Price rolls off and Famine gets to his feet. Price hits him with several Knife Edge Chops before throwing him to the ropes. As Famine comes back, Price hits him with an Arm Drag. Famine gets back up, bam, another Arm Drag. Famine gets up again, Hip Toss. Famine gets up one more time and Price executes an Exploder Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: Damn, beautiful Exploder there!
Price pins Famine, hooking his leg.
No!, Famine kicks out. Price lifts him up and throws him to the ropes again but Famine ends up hitting a Clothesline From Hell!
Zach Davis: Damn... there goes Price's offense.
As Price gets up Famine pulls him in and hits the Jacknife Powerbomb he'd been going for earlier! Price is planted on the mat and Famine drops down for the pin.
No, Price kicks out.
Shannan Lerch: JAY NEEDS TO MAKE A TAG!
Zach Davis: And how would you propose he do that?
Famine picks Price up and grabs him by the wrist before climbing up the turnbuckle.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes his Top Rope Forearm!
Famine hits it! Before Famine can pin him, Jay rolls out of the ring. Frustrated, from under the ring he grabs a bat.
Zach Davis: What's he going to do with that? He's got his Louisville Slugger!
Price thwacks Creeping Death in the back of the leg with it! The ref sees it, obviously, and calls for the bell.
Shannan Lerch: I'd say this is Jay Fucking Price right now!
Price is about to slide into the ring and attack Famine, until The Nice One seems to take control again. He throws down the bat, horrified at his actions, and quickly heads up the entryway.
Zach Davis: Uh.... okay.
Famine shakes his head in disgust. He also grabs a mic.
Shannan Lerch: Famine has something to say!
Famine: Over the last month i've been pondering a lot of things. This business, my life and the direction i've been going in lately. That direction includes the Church of Dark Saints.
The crowd begins to boo again.
Zach Davis: Not a lot of fans for the church Shannan
Shannan Lerch: You think?
Famine: At this time i'd like to call Oblivion out to the ring. So, Obi, if you don't mind.
A dubstep mashup of Gregorian Chant by the Benedict Monks and Oblivion by Mastadon begins to play as Oblivion makes his way out to the ringside. The crowd is once again united in boos as the leader of the church makes his way down to the ring. After a minute, he is finally up the steps and in the ring standing before Famine as the music dies down.
Famine: Oblivion, I called you down here because there's something I need to say and I prefer to say it out here instead of in the back because the world deserves to know. While the church has done things and is exactly the type of place a guy like me belongs in, it's not that place anymore. You see Obi, i've been in this business for over twenty years. Longer than a few of the guys in the back have been alive. I am a hall of famer and a legend. But aside from that, i'm a leader. I've never been a follower.
Shannan Lerch: Where is this going?
Famine: As of this moment, I am no longer a part of the Church. I'm done with all that.
Oblivion grabs the mic from Famine and gets right in his face.
Oblivion: No one, leaves the church! You get taken out. So if you wanna leave, be prepared to get the shit beat out of you.
Zach Davis: Wait a second, who the hell is that coming down to the ring?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know but damn he's hot!
The mystery man gets in the ring and hits Oblivion from behind with a hard elbow to the head immediately knocking him out. Famine then grabs the mic and continues to talk.
Famine: You were saying Obi? Ladies and gentlemen, before I continue allow me to introduce you to my best friend. A man who has had my back for years in every company we've worked for. His name is John Gambino. He is known as the Angry Fucking Italian. You're probably wondering why he's here. Well, it's like this. I brought John in because it's time for a change around here. It's time for things to be how they used to in this business. Now it's all about egos and guys taking the easy way out to make it to the top. John and I are going to bring back respect to this company. We're going to teach these little punks in the back a thing or two about what it's really like to lace up those boots and get in this ring. As of this moment, Famine of the Vile is dead. It's time I bring back respect to my family name and legacy. So from this moment forth, I will be known as Hadrian Burke.
Shannan Lerch: What? Ok, now i've seen everything.
Zach Davis: You? I never thought i'd see the day when this would happen. Famine of the Vile is gone?
Shannan Lerch: That's what he said.
Famine: John and I are road warriors. We've fought together, bled together, hell we've even fought one another a time or two. But the one thing that has remained strong for all these years is respect. Because we know how this business used to work and how it needs to work. So everyone take notice because we are The Legacy. And it's time to put wrestling back where it belongs.
Famine drops the mic and proceeds to pick up Oblivion who is just starting to come out of it. Famine lifts him up and drops him with the Blood Driver before exiting the ring. The crowd begins to cheer as he and John Gambino slowly walk up the ramp.
Shannan Lerch: The crowd is actually cheering. They've never cheered for Fam...err Hadrian Burke before.
Zach Davis: I've come to a conclusion Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: What's that Zach?
Zach Davis: We're in the Twilight Zone. That's the only explanation I can come up with.
Shannan Lerch: Twilight Zone or not Zach, Oblivion is going to be looking for payback. THAT we can definitely count on.
"Something in Your Mouth" by Nickleback plays over the loud speakers as Hunter makes his way down the ramp to a chorus of boos. He stops in the middle of the ramp as green and black pyros go off behind him. Hunter slides in underneath the bottom rope as he puts his hands on the top rope and glares menacingly into the camera. He is cascaded by boos as the intensity in this face is shown to the world. Pyros go off in the background as his glare is never changing. The boos continues.
Zach Davis: Here is one of the most hated men in the WCF, Hunter Valentyne.
Shannan Lerch: He's come back from his hiatus with a vengeance, shocking the entire 'fed by winning the Clockhouse Orange House of Fun match at Helloween.
Zach Davis: Maybe his greatest victory in WCF thus far. No doubt, he'll be looking for another win tonight.
As the twisted guitar intro to Halestorms "You Call Me A Bitch Like It's A Bad Thing" begins to fill the arena, the lights go down to a hued shade of red. The screen comes alive with a vintage picture reel of paraphelia from Elizabeths career, still shots. Scratches, pops and clicks dance across the screen as the haunting voice echoes through the arena cuing that the Femme ICON is about to arrive.
#You took me to your little crib
Elizabeth emerges, clad in a full body catsuit, knee high boots, center stage, bathed in a sea of red light. Her arms raised high, hips slightly cocked to the side, her presence met with a chorus of boos and rejections. She poses, for a moment then makes her way to the ring, swaying her hips with her strut as she makes her way down the ramp.
#You call me a bitch like it's a bad thing
As she enters the ring she poses in the middle of the ring, basking in the glow of the absolute bitterness and hatred that's being brought down on her.
Shannan Lerch: And here's Apathy. No stranger to Hunter Valentyne.
Zach Davis: Apathy couldn't quite pull of the win against Henri Ducos at Helloween, but she did give him a run for his money.
An eerie tune begins to play as the lights go dim, a dazzling bright red and purple laser lights show fills the arena. Sounds of children laughing signals the beginning of a gothic techno beat heralding the arrival of Synn. He almost ALWAYS come to the ring through the crowd, usually with a small group of two to four members of Security. Either hopping over the guardrail, or walking through an entry Security makes for him, he cirlces the ring, working the crowd as he does (sometimes he will make comments to Zach Davis or Shannan Lerch at the announce table). Stepping up on the ring steps, he blows a massive fireball over the ring (there are two ways he does this*). Synn then slowly enters the ring, taking off his non wrestling attire, crouching in the corner staring straight at his opponent like a predator about to pounce on his prey.
Zach Davis: And here is Church of the Dark Saints member, Synn. His team made huge waves at Helloween, coming close to winning Hellimination and just being all-around scary.
Shannan Lerch: Synn has been feeling unappreciated by pretty much everyone lately, and as a man who is already dangerous, I can only imagine it will bring out an even darker side of Synn.
"You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies plays over the PA. The song starts as the lights strobe to the beat. Smoke fills the entrance way just before Kale Windsor appears on the stage as the crowd reacts. Windsor stands at the edge of the rampway bowing his head for a moment before standing in a worship me type of taunting pose as several pyrotechnics go off behind him and he walks down the ramp way towards the ring. Half way down the ramp way, Windsor pauses for a moment before charging the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. Kale then slithers to the middle of the ring on his stomach before standing to his feet and rushing to one of the post,jumping onto the middle rope as he does a bow and arrow type pose[i.e. Randy Orton] for a moment before hopping down and crossing the ring to the side ropes, where stands with one foot on the bottom rope and the other on the middle rope.
Shannan Lerch: And here's Synn's tag team partner for the night, Kale Windsor.
Zach Davis: Windsor has been showing his dark side as well, recently coming close to taking Steve Orbit's United States title, and faring well in the Clockwork Orange House of Fun match at Helloween.
Shannan Lerch: Synn didn't seem too thrilled about having Windsor as a tag partner, but who knows if a win tonight could change all that?
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: Hunter Valentyne and Synn starting things off tonight.
Hunter and Synn immediately start brawling in the middle of the ring. Hunter gets the upper hand backing Synn into a neutral corner and hitting him with knees to the gut. Hunter takes a few steps back and as Synn comes forward, Hunter catches him with a running knee lift.
Shannan Lerch: Hunter Valentyne and Synn are two evenly matches superstars. Both technically sound but also excellent brawlers.
Zach Davis: Both of them were quite vocal about their feelings about being excluded from the Classic tournament.
Shannan Lerch: I'm sure all four of these competitors would rather have a slot in the tournament than be here in this tag match.
Synn gets back to his feet, hitting Hunter with an elbow to the midsection. Hunter shakes it off, hooks Synn and hits a Russian legsweep.
Zach Davis: Hunter hits the ropes and... legdrop across Synn's chest. Here's the cover...
Shannan Lerch: Kickout right before two.
Synn is quick to get back to his feet, shaking off the early assault. Hunter approaches with a right hand, Synn ducks and catches Hunter with a forearm uppercut. Hunter stumbles back holding his jaw. Synn capitalizes, kicking at Hunter's legs. After a few strikes, Hunter falls to a knee.
Zach Davis: Synn catches Valentyne with a roundhouse kick!
Shannan Lerch: Big impact! And Synn tags in Kale Windsor--
Zach Davis: Windsor flies over the top rope with a slingshot headbutt! Windsor drops down, hooking the leg!
Shannan Lerch: No, Valentyne kicks out!
Windsor grabs Hunter as he gets up, hitting a European uppercut before whipping him to the ropes-- Hunter ducks a clothesline, and catches Windsor with a dropkick on the way back. Windsor drops as Hunter makes the tag to Apathy.
Zach Davis: And in comes Apathy, swinging at Windsor but not really connecting-- Windsor comes back with a headbutt.
Windsor charges Apathy, who ducks and pulls down on the top rope, sending Kale to the outside!
Zach Davis: Smart move by Apathy, the ring veteran-- wait, SUICIDE DIVE through the ropes!
Shannan Lerch: Windsor crashes into the guardrail with Apathy on top of him!
Apathy slowly gets back to her feet, feeling the effects of the high-risk move-- but not as much as Windsor, who is laid out at ringside. Apathy grabs him by the arms, pulling him up and whipping him into the steel ring steps!
Shannan Lerch: The ref has started the ten count.
Zach Davis: Apathy is dismantling Kale Windsor-- here comes Synn from behind!
Apathy turns around and Synn sprays green mist in her face! And now here comes Hunter Valentyne, cracking Synn with a steel chair as HE turns around.
Windsor is up, making his way towards the ring.
Windsor has rolled back into the ring. Hunter is helping Apathy back into the ring, as she is partially blinded by Synn's green mist.
Zach Davis: Apathy is back in the ring, but she's rubbing her eyes, she can't see!
Shannan Lerch: Hunter is trying to help Apathy make the tag but Windsor clips her legs from behind!
Windsor stomps on Apathy. He pulls her off the mat, whipping her into the corner where Synn is waiting. Synn holds her as Windsor charges, splashing her into the turnbuckles. Apathy drops, Windsor covers her.
Zach Davis: Apathy gets a shoulder up!
Shannan Lerch: Windsor makes a quick tag to Synn.
Apathy is trying to get up, on her hands and knees. Synn brutally kicks her midsection over and over as she tries to crawl to her corner. Synn puts her on the mat with a big stomp to her head.
Shannan Lerch: Apathy is hurt. Synn is doing a good job of isolating her from her tag team partner.
Zach Davis: Synn is locking in some type of hold... yes, he's got her in that gogoplata submission hold, which he calls No Man's Land.
Shannan Lerch: Apathy's gonna be forced to tap, there's no way out.
Synn tightens the submission maneuver as Apathy screams in pain. The ref checks but she refuses to submit.
Zach Davis: I don't know how much longer she can hold on-- WAIT!
Hunter charges the ring with a boot to the back of Synn's head. Hunter pulls Synn off of Apathy, ignoring threats of disqualification from the ref. Hunter drags Apathy to his corner before going back through the ropes to the apron.
Shannan Lerch: Synn lunges towards Apathy-- Hunter is able to make the tag, Hunter Valentyne is the legal man!
Valentyne comes in the ring, Synn swings but Hunter catches his fist. Hunter drops Synn with a short-arm clothesline-- but holds on to the arm! He pulls Synn back up, and whips him to the ropes, hitting a big boot! Hunter covers Synn, hooking the leg!
Zach Davis: No, Synn kicks out at two.
Hunter tries to grab Synn off the mat, but Synn jabs him in the throat! Synn with a quick DDT, then crawls to Kale Windsor, making the tag.
Zach Davis: Here comes Kale Windsor, with a dropkick to Hunter Valentyne.
Hunter stumbles back, but stands his ground. Kale hits the ropes, and comes back with a crossbody--
Zach Davis: Hunter catches Windsor-- POWERSLAM!
Hunter stomps at Windsor, staying on him. He grabs the back of Windsor's head and slams him face first into the mat. Hunter lifts Windsor off the mat, kicking him in the gut, doubling him over. Hunter sets him up with the double underhook--
Shannan Lerch: Uh oh... it's Valentyme! (double underhook Canadian destroyer) The pin, this is over!
DING DING DING
"Something in Your Mouth" by Nickelback plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Hunter Valentyne and Apathy pick up the win tonight!
Shannan Lerch: After a hard fought match, I thought Synn and Windsor had it a few times. But it's Hunter and Apathy standing tall in the end.
Hunter and Apathy stand triumphantly in the ring as the crowd boos. Kale Windsor rolls out of the ring and joins Synn, heading to backstage.
Zach Davis: Tag Titles match coming up!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage, the Confederate Title around his waist. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the rooes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more boos as Mary takes the belt. Mocking them, he sits on the turnbuckle and awaits his opponents...
Shannan Lerch: Here's the Confederate Champ, Doc Henry.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is also #1 contender to the United States title, meaning he could potentially hold two titles at once if he pulls off both wins!
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.
Zach Davis: And Henry's tag team partner for the night, "The Iowan Massacre" Joel Hall.
Shannan Lerch: An unlikely pair, but both WCF veterans. I would say they are the underdogs tonight, though.
Joel Hall gets up and looks at the crowd. He takes a microphone from Kyle.
Zach Davis: What's The Iowan Massacre got to say now?
Joel looks at the crowd. Then, he finally says something.
Joel Hall: At the end of this month, it's gonna be the end of the world as we know it.
The crowd murmurs.
Joel Hall: That is why, this calls for a challenge at this month's PPV, The End of The World!
The crowd cheers at the Massacre's challenge.
Joel Hall: I want my match to be a Steel Cage Barbwire match!
The crowd gets more excited.
Joel Hall: Uhh...that's all. I guess.
Joel puts down the microphone.
Shannan Lerch: That's what's all the hype was about?!
Zach Davis: We all know for sure Joel's gonna issue a challenge.
Shannan Lerch: Well, we don't have to waste time for now. Bring on the Unstable Elements!
"From Out of Nowhere" by Faith No More rings out over the PA system... and out come the Polar Phantasm and Nightmare, the Unstable Elements. At the entrance, they take each other's hands - on the opposite hands they hold up their wedding bands and take a quick bow for the fans. On their way to the ring they slap a few fans' hands... upon reaching ringside, they slide into the ring and begin quietly whispering to each other as they size up their opponents.
Zach Davis: The Unstable Elements have achieved their goal of becoming Tag Team champions, I don't see them losing the belts tonight, or any time soon.
Shannan Lerch: I agree, but anything can happen on Slam!
DING DING DING
Doc and Phantasm stay in the ring, starting off the match for their respective teams. They circle each other for a few moments, and then tie up. Phantasm gets Henry in a side headlock.
Zach Davis: Henry is struggling, Phantasm grabs him by the tights-- nice inverted suplex by the Polar Phantasm.
Doc gets to a knee, but Phantasm stays on him with elbow smashes. Phantasm whips Doc to the ropes, and catches him with a dropkick on the way back. Doc drops and Phantasm again stays on him-- he tries to pull Doc off the mat, but Doc counters with a series of elbows to the gut.
Zach Davis: Phantasm swings a big right hand, but doesn't connect-- Henry does connect with a jab, and another-- Doc Henry with a neckbreaker!
Shannan Lerch: I expect a lot of good back and forth competition in this match.
Doc tags in Joel Hall. Phantasm is back on his feet, but Joel Hall catches him with a bicycle kick! Hall drops and covers Phantasm.
Shannan Lerch: Kickout before two.
Hall whips Phantasm to his own corner, and starts with a series of shoulder thrusts. Hall backs up and charges the corner--
Zach Davis: Phantasm dives out of the way and Hall splashes the turnbuckles!
Shannan Lerch: Not exactly what he had in mind there-- Phantasm rolls him up in a small package!
Zach Davis: No, Joel Hall with an early kickout. Barely a one count there.
Both men get to their feet and begin to brawl in the middle of the ring. Phantasm begins to get the upper hand, dazing Hall with a series of quick punches, and topping it off with a front kick, doubling Hall over.
Zach Davis: Polar Phantasm with a snap suplex! And he makes the tag to his bride, Nightmare.
Shannan Lerch: Hall and Nightmare are a fairly even match-- both very dangerous and unpredictable.
By the time Nightmare hits the ring, Hall is on the apron-- he springboards in with a dropkick, but Nightmare side-steps it. She keeps him on the mat by digging her foot into his throat, using the ropes for leverage. The ref warns her, and she takes her foot away before the five count.
Zach Davis: Hall is rolling around on the mat in pain, holding his throat.
Nightmare goes to a corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, awaiting Hall to get back to his feet. As he begins to get up, she leaps off the top--
Zach Davis: Somersault scissor kick by Nightmare!
Shannan Lerch: Ouch!
Zach Davis: Nightmare with a pin attempt--
Zach Davis: NO! Kickout at two and a half.
Hall is clearly hurt from that legdrop. Nightmare stomps away at him, still working the neck and throat area. She pulls him to a sitting position and wraps her arm around his neck, putting him in a chokehold.
Shannan Lerch: I don't see the hardcore Joel Hall giving up.
The ref checks Hall but he refuses to submit. He begins to power out of the hold, getting to his feet-- but Nightmare switches her arm position and drops him again with an inverted DDT.
Zach Davis: And now Nightmare makes the tag, Polar Phantasm is back in the ring.
Hall slowly gets back to his feet. Phantasm runs towards him and attemps a flying headscissors, but Joel Hall holds on and reverses it into a sitout powerbomb!
Zach Davis: Great reversal by Joel Hall!
Shannan Lerch: Desperation kicking in right there.
Hall leaps and makes the tag to Doc Henry. Phantasm gets back to his feet only to be speared into the corner by Doc. Doc climbs to the second turnbuckle and starts drilling Phantasm with big right hands, one after the other. Doc climbs down and grabs Phantasm by the hair, dragging his face along the top rope.
Zach Davis: Henry is smiling at Nightmare as he rope burns her husband, clearly an illegal move.
The ref warns Doc but he ignores him. Doc whips Phantasm to the ropes--
Zach Davis: GAMBLER'S HAND! (Rock Bottom) Here's the pin, new tag champs?!
Zach Davis: NO, Polar Phantasm kicks out!
Phantasm is down, hurt. Nightmare is going crazy on the apron, Doc begins to taunt her as he stomps on Phantasm. Doc picks up Phantasm and whips him to his own corner. While the referee is trying to calm down Nightmare, Joel Hall is on the apron with a steel chair.
Zach Davis: Hall just cracked Polar Phantasm with the chair! The ref didn't see it!
Shannan Lerch: I don't believe it! Come on, ref!
Phantasm looks to be out cold. Doc drops, hooking the leg, as Hall yells to the ref to start the three count.
Zach Davis: Nightmare runs in the ring with a steel chair of her own, breaking the pin! She hits Doc Henry across the back-- now over the head, and he goes down!
Shannan Lerch: She hits Joel Hall over the head with the chair! This is chaos! The ref is calling for the bell!
DING DING DING
Doc Henry rolls out of the ring, meeting with Joel Hall. Nightmare drops to Phantasm's side, checking on him. The ref meets with the ring announcer briefly.
Zach Davis: What's the call gonna be?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me of his decision. Your winners, via disqualification... DOC HENRY AND JOEL HALL!
The crowd boos intensely at the injustice.
"Dr. Feelgood" by Motley Crue plays over the PA.
Shannan Lerch: So Henry and Hall pick up the win by disqualification, but of course the titles remain with the Unstable--
"Dr. Feelgood" cuts off, and "Master of Puppets" hits.
Zach Davis: What the...
Seth Lerch appears at the top of the ramp with a mic in hand.
Seth Lerch: Wow, what a performance by Doc Henry and Joel Hall!
The crowd boos.
Seth Lerch: Hey, Polar Phantasm and Nightmare. Don't feel bad, you guys gave it your best shot! But there is just one thing... maybe I forgot to mention, that this match was being held under TV title rules.
The crowd boos INTENSELY.
Zach Davis: TV title rules... titles change hands by DQ?
Seth Lerch: So ladies and gentlemen, your NEW WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... DOC HENRY AND JOEL HALL!
Seth laughs, turns around and walks backstage. The Unstable Elements cannot believe what's happening. Henry and Hall are handed the tag belts and start to celebrate as they walk up the ramp towards the back.
Zach Davis: I can't believe it... why, Seth?
Shannan Lerch: Bad night for the Unstable Elements, for sure! You may not agree with it, but Seth is the boss, he can do what he wants!
Zach Davis: So the Unstable Elements lose their belts via disqualification. New WCF Tag Team champions. Like you said Shannan... anything can happen on Slam.
The backstage area is shown as Eric Price is walking by and he sees Sarah Twilight doing some stretches, he observes intently and approaches her.
Eric Price: Hey Sarah, I know what you’re trying to do, you’re trying to get my attention, how about we just forget about the match, I take the win and I take you out to dinner tonight.
Zach Davis: Is he serious?
Sarah Twilight: Tempting, but I have a better idea.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my, a slap right to the face of Eric Price.
Sarah Twilight: See you out there tonight when I kick your ass.
Twilight walks away and Price gives a bit of a grin.
Eric Price: I think she likes me.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall, and it is a WCF Classic match! Introducing first. . .
“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" Benjamin ATREYU!
He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. He walks to the center of the ring, raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent. . .
"Flashlight" by Parlaiment Funkadellic plays o ver the PA. The arena goes dark and a pink strobe light flashes throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit and Golden Joey appear at the top of the aisle. Steve walks ahead of Golden Joey, talking to fans who mostly cheer him on-- however, he does occasionally offend a girl or two with his sometimes rude, sexual comments. At ringside he begins the process of taking off whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to Golden Joey. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. He continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena.
Kyle Steel: From Oakland, California, he weighs in at 240 pounds. He is your United States Champion, Steve "The Mack" ORBIT!
Zach Davis: Two United States Champions are about to clash in this one. It should be a great match.
The referee goes over the rules to both men, but neither of them seem to be listening. But the referee finishes anyway, before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Benji and Steve meet in the center of the ring, exchanging words. And suddenly, Atreyu strikes out with a backhand across Orbit's face.
Shannan Lerch: The pimp just got pimped slapped!
Orbit, shocked at the attack, returns with a pimp slap of his own, but Benji ducks. Atreyu gets behind Orbit, taking him up and over into a bridged German suplex.
Zach Davis: Benjamin is seeking a quick victory.
Shannan Lerch: But Orbit won't be finished off that quickly.
Atreyu doesn't allow Orbit to stand, instead attacking the US champion with stomps, focusing on the legs of Orbit. But Steve gets to his feet, despite the constant barrage of boots to his legs, and catches Atreyu in the jaw with an uppercut. Orbit shoots the ropes, but on his rebound, Benji lowers the shoulder, and hits a chop block to Orbit's left knee. Steve goes up and over Atreyu, landing on his back. He is allowed only a slight respite before Benji drops an elbow on the left leg, followed by locking in a figure four leglock.
Zach Davis: Atreyu attempting to keep Orbit grounded this evening, not allowing him to fight back.
Shannan Lerch: Benjamin doesn't realize how close Orbit was to the ropes. Steve latches onto the bottom rope and the referee is calling for the break.
Zach Davis: Of course, Atreyu doesn't release his hold until four.
Finally releasing his hold of Orbit, Benji attempts to drag Orbit to the center of the ring, but he eats a boot to the face in the process. Atreyu stumbles back, and Orbit rises to his feet. But he isn't up completely when Benjamin charges him. But Orbit uses Atreyu's own momentum, taking him over with a powerslam. Stepping back, Orbit leaps high before coming back down with an elbow drop of his own. Except this one is across Atreyu's face.
Zach Davis: The Mack is on the attack!
Orbit pulls Benji to his feet, and hits a few jabs to the jaw to soften the man up. The attack on Atreyu's skull continues as Steve plants him with a DDT. A pin follows
Orbit, figuring he shouldn't let Benji get to his feet, instead locks in a camel clutch to the prone Atreyu. But the former US champion hasn't been worn down enough yet, and in a display of true strength, Atreyu stands, Orbit still on his back. Grasping Orbit's head from behind, Atreyu drops to his knees, connecting with a stunner that sends Orbit flying backwards. Standing quickly, Atreyu runs towards the corner, leaping once he reaches the turnbuckle, and hits a splash onto Orbit, making a pin attempt of his own.
Zach Davis: Both men are taking it out of each other. They want this win.
Atreyu glances at the referee, probably thinking that the count was slow, but he doesn't say anything. Instead, he begins to hammer elbows onto the back of Orbit's head. Steve, his in-ring awareness kicking in, rolls out of the ring to escape the onslaught. But Orbit hops right back onto the apron, faster than Atreyu can stand. So, when the former US Champion is on his feet, Orbit levels him with a backhand.
Shannan Lerch: Orbit finally connects that Pimp Slap!
Zach Davis: And he's about to connect with something bigger.
Benjamin stumbles back, but doesn't fall to the mat. So Orbit, already positioned on the apron, goes out of his comfort zone for a moment. He springboards up, and launches off the top rope to take Atreyu to the mat with a crossbody. A pin attempt follows immediately.
Steve just shakes his head, but he continues his attack. He pulls Atreyu to his feet, and locks in the Half-Nelson; Honey Dip was on his mind. But Benjamin uses his free arm to hit one, two, three back elbows to release Orbit's hold. And here comes the spinning elbow!
Zach Davis: Black Eye Sonata!
Shannan Lerch: But Orbit ducks!
Indeed, Steve ducked beneath the crushing elbow, using his new position to pick Atreyu up onto his shoulders. But Benjamin wiggles free, and puts Orbit on his shoulder in the Burning Hammer position. But Orbit shifts his weight, causing Atreyu to lose hold of the US Champion. Orbit hits the mat, and is quick to lock in the Half-Nelson once more, this time connecting the Honey Dip.
Zach Davis: Orbit is ascending the ropes. He's looking to end it!
On the top turnbuckle, Orbit takes aim, and then leaps off.
Shannan Lerch: Oakland Splash!
Zach Davis: Straight into the knees of Atreyu!
Indeed, Orbit had leaped straight into the lifted knees of Benjamin. Clutching at his stomach, Steve couldn't resist as Atreyu pulled him up onto his shoulders, and connected with his Burning Hammer Variation.
Zach Davis: Benjamin connects with the Requiem in D Minor, and this one should be over.
Shannan Lerch: WHOA!
Zach Davis: You've almost gotta consider this an upset!, but Benjamin Atreyu takes it!
Atreyu stands, getting his arm raised. Waylon Cash enters the ring, checking on his tag team partner and glaring at Benjamin. Atreyu grins cockily at Cash and Orbit before leaving the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Benjamin Atreyu advances in the WCF Classic. I guess leaving Gein Spector and Benjamin Atreyu behind was a good career move after all!
The crowd in attendance is going insane after the action they have just seen. As the music was playing we see the camera switch to the back stage area and more specifically to Seth Lerch’s office. Seth was speaking to someone from the other side of the door as the camera shows the darkness of his office. The owner of the WCF flips the light switch and nothing happens. He gently curses at his fate as a clap in the background can be heard. The room is illuminated as his huge swivel chair is facing the office wall and the back of it is facing Lerch. He wants to know the meaning of this.
Seth Lerch: Who in the fuck are you and why the hell are you in my office? If it is deemed necessary I will call security to have you removed. It better not be that Abe guy again.
?: Now Sethie my Boy is that really necessary?
With a quick spin of the chair the intruder is made known to the world. It is none other than the man the world seems to have heat with. He is wearing the first ever Domestik Disturbance t shirt from the old days. Across the front of the black shirt in green lettering is the words...’We ain’t yo momma’s tag team” and on the back of it reads…”We tag team yo mamma.’ Seth appears to be shocked by the man in his office.
Hunter Valentyne: Lerch we need to talk. Normally I would walk into your office and wreck the fucking thing but now it appears we have common interests. You see you intervened in Tommy Kain’s match at Helloween and that shit simply cannot happen. So I felt we needed to communicate a little better. You can call this a threat, a warning, or straight pu whatever the fuck you want. You and your Corporate Ministry wannabes stay the fuck away from the Misfits. They are all mine…well both of them anyways.
Seth Lerch: Let me make sure I have this straight, Hunter. You break into my office and then to tell me what the fuck to do? You might want to remember who is in charge of who before you run your mouth.
Hunter Valentyne: For the first time in your life be reasonable, Lerch. You do not want your over rated and over hyped jackoffs in the Corporate Ministry to waste their time on the Misfits when I can handle it just fine. Just mind your own business and put them in matches they are not worthy of. Leave the curtain jerkers in the misfits to me. We can call this me doing you a favor for the first and last time ever.
Seth Lerch: Let’s say for argument’s sake that I was to allow you to take care of my little problem. What would you ask for in return? Hunter Valentyne is a selfish little prick. He would not rid me of my headaches for nothing. And the name is The Church of the Dark Saints.
Hunter Valentyne: I am not asking you for shit because I never have and never will. I would prefer not to have to get physical to make my fucking point but I will if I have to. Tommy Kain is mine next week. I hope you understand this is not a request. You see there is only so much my black heart can take. Watching my best friend parade around like Han Solo was the last fucking straw.
Seth Lerch: Why do you have a problem with Tommy?
Hunter Valentyne: Originally this was not personal but business. I was only going to get rid of the Misfits so Johnny could quit being a pussy and stand on his own two feet for once. But as I watched shit I knew Tommy had to not only be eliminated but he needed to bleed for his sins against me. You see I have seen a lot of talented cats try to destroy Johnny over the years. Hell I even tried it and failed. If you think I am going to let a little shit like Tommy destroy everyone’s hard work you are fucking retarded.
Seth Lerch: So you want to take out Tommy Kain next week?
Hunter Valentyne: Did I stutter jackass?
Seth Lerch: Hunter, you need serious work on your people skills. Let’s assume I gave a shit about you and what you want and booked that match next week on Slam. What will you do for me?
Hunter Valentyne: Well I happen to know a little dark secret of yours that you damned sure do not want to get out. How about this you take a look at the contents of this envelope and yo tell me if you agree.
Hunter slides the manila envelope across the desk. Seth casually opens the top of it and slides out some pictures that the audience cannot see. His smile is gone and he looks quite grim.
Seth Lerch: So if I do not do what you ask you will publish these?
Hunter Valentyne: You bet your ass I will publish those. Hell they will be on the internet by the end of the day. Now for all the times you treated me like a bitch this is poetic justice don’t you think?
Seth Lerch: How so?
Hunter Valentyne: Now you are my bitch! I have a match to get ready for. Later prick licker.
Seth Lerch: I remember why I hate you now.
Hunter Valentyne: I am shocked at your age you can remember anything.
Hunter stands up to show off his shirt and glare at Seth with a smile on his face. Seth responds by flipping Hunter off. This could get real interesting.
Zach Davis: Well it appears we are ready for another first round match in the WCF invitational. This one will pit old rivals when Stuart Slane takes on LA Johnny Stylez. This promises to be one hell of a match.
Shannan Lerch: They are both ugly to me. I cannot wait for better matches with cuter guys.
~*~ 4:19 ~*~
Cold by Crossfade plays over the loud speaker as out struts the Paragona of Americana , LA Johnny Stylez. Stylez moves with the rhythm of the music while yelling at the crowd. Naturally Stylez is met with a course of boos so loud that it almost shakes the arena. Stylez is dressed in a pair of baggy cargo pants and he is wearing a P.o.P T-shirt Outsiderâ€™s style. On the front of the shirt is P.o.P in white bold letters with (Players of Perfection) written in captions. Stylez is wearing a pair of silver oakleys and he has a cigarette hanging from his lips. After dancing to his music and taunting the fans, Stylez makes his way down the ramp.
-What I Really Meant To Say-
Stylez arrogantly struts to the ring, stopping to blow smoke in the face of a few fans sitting front row. Stylez then puts his cigarette out, and slides in the ring on his stomach. He then shoots up and immediately begins talking trash to the fans, who are letting him have it. Stylez walks up to the ring announcer and playfully slaps them over the head a few times, before walking over to the turnbuckle and laying across it pretending to fall asleep as he awaits his opponent and or the bell.
Zach Davis: It looks like Johnny is good to go after having last week off. He is ready to take on his opld enemy in Stuart Slane. The Scoutmaster has been on a roll.
Shannan Lerch: Hopefully this match will be better than I think it will be. Too many goody goodies for my liking.
“Follow Me, Boys!” plays as Stu marches out from the back, silently mouthing the lyrics to his theme as he heads down the ramp. He does a circuit around the outside of the ring before climbing the steps and entering. After some last minute old timey calisthenics (Indian twists, deep knee bends, etc) The Scoutmaster goes his corner. He hands his hat and sash off to a WCF stagehand and assumes a fighting position.
Zach Davis: It looks like these two are ready to go as the referee calls for the bell. They are in the middle of the ring standing face to face. It looks like a good old fashioned stare down.
Shannan Lerch: Hopefully they both has the sense to use mouthwash. Bad breath could make that situation intolerable.
Zach Davis: Thanks for the tip, Shannan. Now they are ready for action. This one should be…
Just as the announcer was about to put over the match, the lights in the arena go out as Indestructible by Disturbed plays on the sound system. Out from behind the curtain steps the Myth Killer Hunter Valentyne wearing his Domestik Disturbance t shirt and blue jeans. Across his shoulder is a shovel. The fans are pissed off at this seeing as Hunter is the most hated man in WCF history. Hell even the so called smart marks hate him.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!!!!! You SUCK!!!!!
Hunter makes his way down to the commentator’s booth as the old school Domestik Disturbance entrance fades away. He takes his seat as he steals the headset from Shannan. She glares at Hunter as he begins to offer his expertise about this match.
Zach Davis: I wish I could say thank you for joining us out here but that would mean I would actually want you here. So try not to change the outcome of this match and try to be a professional.
Hunter Valentyne: I am a better announcer than you are jackoff. You see I wanted to get a look at the new Johnny Stylez and try not to puke when I see it. Two years ago Johnny would beat the shit out of a tool like Slane in record time.
Zach Davis: Why are you here and why did you come out to you and Johnny’s old theme song?
Hunter Valentyne: I came out here to see how my old buddy was doing. He has not exactly had the best luck against The Scoutmaster so I thought I would remind him of who in the fuck he is. I am not here to interfere in his match but to help him win. I will motivate him to greatness like I did all those times in the past.
Zach Davis: Johnny Stylez starts this one out with a nice arm drag take down. Look at that awesome luche libre style of Johnny Stylez.
Hunter Valentyne: Americans do arm drags all the time, jackass. Try to know what the hell you are talking about before trying to educate the fans of the WCF. It’s a damned good thing I came out to save this show. The action in the ring damned sure isn’t going to do it.
Zach Davis: Stylez is taking the early advantage with his quickness. Slane is a larger man so he needs to use his skill in the ring to overcome that.
Hunter Valetyne: He needs to quit being a pussy and be Johnny Fucking Stylez. Until he realizes that Slane will beat his ass.
Zach Davis: Slane is a little slow out of the block in this one. This is a big time match in the first round of the WCF invitational. Mr. Valentyne I wonder why you are not in the WCF Invitational.
Hunter Valentyne: Look who booked it. I need to go motivate my little buddy over there. Hold on a second.
Zach Davis: What the hell are you going to do? Oh damn Hunter inserted himself physically into this match with a vicious right hand to the face of Stylez. That gives Slane a big advantage. Oh damn he is coming back. I was hoping he would leave.
Hunter Valentyne: Johnny just needed a wakeup call is all. Now he is good to go.
Zach Davis: You are telling me that punching your best friend in the face is what he needed?
Hunter Valentyne: What he really need is to have his as kicked like it has never been kicked before. But for now the wakeup call will have to work. Johnny is not looking good right now. Maybe he needs another.
Zach Davis: You just sit right there and quit causing trouble. Slane is taking the advantage with his power game. He hit Stylez with a nice hangman’s beck breaker and Johnny is feeling the effects of that move. The Scoutmaster is giving his scout salute to the crowd who do not like him any more than they like Hunter.
Hunter Valentyne: It is time to see what Johnny is made of. Maybe he could quit being a Star Wars geek and be Johnny fucking Stylez. I have a surprise for him under the ring. Take over and try not to screw this shit up, Zach.
Zach Davis: This does not look to be good news for Stylez. He would be winning this match if it were not for Hunter. Slane is hitting Johnny with every power move he has. Hunter is under the ring and grabs two bags made of burlap. He smiles at his best friend. What the hell is Hunter doing? He unties the bags and it is Mr. Tibbs and Mr. Jacoby. These men have been at Johnny’s side for as long as I can remember.
Shannan Lerch: I like his style =even though he is a dick.
Zach Davis: Hunter has really messed with the mind of the man he calls his best friend. Johnny is glaring at Hunter from the ring as Stuart is behind him. He is going for the Scoutmaster Slam. Johnny was distracted by Hunter and could no defend it. Stuart Slane is going for the pin and the referee is counting it.
Zach Davis: Hunter has screwed Johnny out of this match. I hope someone comes out and kicks his ass. Now what the hell is he doing? Hasn’t he done enough to steal Johnny’s dreams of winning the WCF Invitational? He has handcuffs? That son of a bitch!
Shannan Lerch: I know all about handcuffs, Zach.
Zach Davis: I am sure you do. But now Johnny is cuffed to the top rope with nothing he can do. Hunter is going to decimate him. Now he has a microphone.
Hunter Valentyne: Johnny I would never do anything to hurt you unless you made me. This is a little message to you about your fate. In time you will thank me for this.
Zach Davis: Now Hunter has slid out of the ring and has brought Mr. Tibbs and Mr. Jacoby into the ring. He also has that god damned shovel.
Hunter Valentyne: Watch closely buddy boy.
Zach Davis: Hunter has reared back and hit Mr. Tibbs in the face with that damned shovel. He is out of it and is going to need medical attention. Now he has done the same thing to Mr. Jacoby. Those two midget ninjas are out fucking cold. That son of a bitch!
Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
Hunter Valentyne: I am sure you are wondering where Tommy is in all of this. I had his locker room door welded shut. He will be of no aide to you.
Zach Davis: Someone end this shit! Thank God Tommy is coming out here and Hunter slides out of the ring like the coward he is. Johnny is going to kill him and so is Tommy. He better find help or he is a deadman. Fuck this we need to go to commercial.
Kyle Steel: The following WCF Classic first round match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing-
Blake Updegraff IV raises the mic to his lips, interrupting the ring announcer.
Blake Updegraff IV: If you don't mind, I'll handle this introduction. Ladies and gentlemen, before you, is the greatest thing any of you will ever see. Tek is not just the greatest athlete in this company, he is the picture of what future wrestlers will strive to be. Simply put, Tek is nothing short of absolute excellence!
Tek throws his arms out in front of him, and puts his palms together, showing that his gloves spell out “Tek”. He slaps hands with a few fans, as he makes his way to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, leaving his manager at ringside. Tek hops up on the second rope, and throws his fists in the air. He drops down, and stretches out his arms, and legs, as he waits for his opponent.
Zach Davis: Well, Shannan, what are you thinking about this one? It’s certainly a long time in the making, isn’t it?
Shannan Lerch: Tek’s going to win. Roy got eliminated way early in the Hellimination match, proving that he’s weak.
Zach Davis: I dunno. I mean, he’s the Hardcore Champion...
The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.
As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.
Kyle Steel: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, Wrestling Championship Federation's own Silver Lining AND your Hardcore Champion of the world, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”
Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion should be the Hardcore Champion, in my opinion.
Zach Davis: Don’t you remember, he-
Shannan Lerch: I know. I’m saying he doesn’t deserve to be, and he shouldn't be parading around with that belt. He’s the least hardcore wrestler in the history of that belt!
< DING-DING-DING! >
The two stare one another down, circling one another, and Speede takes initiative, dashing across the ring. Tek ducks, and Speede bounces off the ropes. Tek catches him with a spinning drop toehold. He gets to his feet and drops a knee into the back of the downed and prone Roy Speede. He gets up again and follows it with a double knee drop, rolls through it, and flips Speede over for a quick pin.
Kickout by Roy Speede!
Zach Davis: See, Shannan, what’d I tell you? Roy Speede isn’t a wuss!
Shannan Lerch: We’ll see. It’s been fifteen seconds, and already he’s on his face.
Tek gets up to his feet first, and pulls Speede right up with him, and the masked man drives a knee into ‘The Silver Lining’s gut. He drops Speede with a neckbreaker, and then stands up and-
Zach Davis: Oh my god! Standing 450 Splash!
Shannan Lerch: That’s it already! Speede’s a punching bag for him tonight!
Speede kicks out, and Tek gets up again, driving a boot to the chest of Roy with force.
Zach Davis: Tek still in firm control here, and I’m starting to think you’re right, Shannan!
Shannan Lerch: Of course I am. I’m me.
Tek drops down for the pin and-NO! Speede rolls him up with the possum!
One-NO! Tek kicks out right away! Speede gets up to his feet as does Tek, and Tek goes for a quick punch which Speede wraps up into an arm drag! Tek springs back up, and Speede takes initiative, dashing forward looking for a spear. Tek uses Speede’s momentum and throws him through the ropes out onto the floor. He steps over to the ropes and looks out at Speede, waiting for him to get up.
Zach Davis: Come on, Speede, don’t get up! It’s a trap!
Shannan Lerch: He’s probably too tired, Zach.
Speede gets to his feet, and Tek takes off, looking for a springboard 450 splash to the outside! Speede has him scouted and jumps, catching Tek in midair with a dropkick to the gut, and both men crash hard to the floor.
Zach Davis: Speede is stirring, pulling himself up! Tek is still reeling from the double boots to the ribs.
Shannan Lerch: They’ll be fine. Tek will be anyway. I know that much.
Speede is up, and he pulls Tek up.
Speede whips Tek into the steel steps at ringside, and Tek crashes hard, shoulder first.
Speede grabs Tek and smashes him, mask first, into the ring steps. Tek shakes it off and shoves Speede away, and then slides into the ring.
Speede slides in under the ropes, and is met by a boot right between the shoulder blades. He cringes, and Tek pulls him into the ring the rest of the way and up to his feet.
Zach Davis: Well that was... Certainly interesting back and forth there!
Shannan Lerch: And as I said, Tek comes out on top.
Tek drops to the mat and puts Speede in a chin lock, his knee driving into the lower back of Speede as he wrenches back on the hold. The ref asks Speede if he wants to submit.
Roy Speede: NO!
Tek wrenches back harder, but Speede’s foot flails, and hooks on the bottom rope. The ref starts his count.
Tek lets go of the hold and Speede falls to the mat.
Zach Davis: That looked dangerous right there for Speede, but he got out of it!
Shannan Lerch: It was all luck, Zach. He’s not winning this, and we both know it.
Zach Davis: Shut up!
Shannan Lerch: No, you shut up, Zach. I actually know what I’m talking about.
Tek pulls Speede further into the ring and flips him on his back, hooking the leg for the pin.
Speede powers out!
Zach Davis: And a good display of heart being shown by Roy Speede tonight!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, but Tek’s showing spectacular offense right now to dissect that lower back!
Tek gets back up to his feet and looks over at the top rope. He climbs up, looking to go high risk with Speede still flat on the mat, and leaps for the Anti-Mask!
Shannan Lerch: This one’s over, Zach! Anti-Mask!
Zach Davis: NO! Speede rolls out of the way and Tek crashes hard!
Speede gets to his feet with Tek flailing like a fish out of water after crashing on his lower back from the missed 630 senton. He pulls Tek to his feet and then drives a knee to the gut of Tek. He sets him up, and without hesitation flips Tek over with a strong T-Bone suplex! He goes for the pin.
Tek powers out!
Shannan Lerch: See, Zach? What did I tell you? Tek kicks out!
Zach Davis: Yeah, but that was one move, Shannan, and I don’t think Speede was anticipating finishing the match with that.
Shannan Lerch: For your sake, I hope not.
Speede gets to his feet and stomps into the gut of Tek. He drops down and tries to slap on an anaconda vise, but Tek manages to fight his way out of it and scrambles to his feet. Speede scurries to his feet and the two stare one another down again, both breathing heavily and looking for an opening.
Zach Davis: Both men looking about equal right now, and neither man showing a clear advantage.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, but we’ll see what happens. I still say Tek’s got this one.
Tek moves first, and ducks the attempted clothesline, but Tek rolls over him and plants him with the float-over DDT! He pins.
Thr-Kickout by Speede!
Zach Davis: So close!! I don’t believe Speede kicked out of that one!
Shannan Lerch: Neither do I, and I don’t think Tek does either.
Tek gets to his feet, leaving Speede on the mat, and goes back to the top.
Zach Davis: Could it be?!
Shannan Lerch: Anti-Mask!
NO! Speede gets his knees up and connects with Tek’s back, and Tek rolls forward onto his stomach, holding his back in pain. Speede gets up. The crowd pops as he pulls Tek to his feet and lifts him into a fireman’s carry.
Zach Davis: Oh my god! Speede dodges it! And he’s going to put Tek down now!
Shannan Lerch: He hits the Silver Slice!
Speede doesn’t stop there, and with Tek on his back, he climbs the top rope, pointing out to crowd, taunting for a second.
Zach Davis: SPEEDE BUMP! SPEEDE BUMP! HE HITS IT!
< DING-DING-DING! >
Shannan Lerch: Dammit... I guess maybe you were right.
Speede stands to his feet and looks down at Tek as he raises his hands in the air. He looks back up at the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: The winner, advancing to the next round in the WCF Classic Tournament, he is ‘The Silver Lining’, Roy Speede!
“FU Pay Me” By Tech N9ne begins to play, as Blake Updegraff IV steps out form behind the curtain, to a chorus of boos. Blake smiles, almost absorbing the jeers of the crowd around him. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, grabbing a mic from the attendant.
Zach Davis: What does this wind bag have to say?
The music dies, but the booing doesn't. Blake waits for a minute, until it is quiet enough for him to be heard.
Blake Updegraff IV: I would like to take a minute, and recognize a great man. A great man who has turned nothing, into something quite powerful. You see, not that long ago, Tek was floundering at the bottom of the card. He was nobody, and it was looking like this may not have been the right career choice for him. Then, something almost miraculous happened. Tek came into contact with yours truly, Blake Updegraff IV.
The crowd boos the man's brazen display of self congratulation, but he doesn't even seem to notice.
Blake Updegraff IV: Once I got my hands on him, the sky was the limit for Tek. I took something that no one gave a damn about, and made him into a superstar. Right now, I would just like to call Tek out, so he can thank me personally.
Blake drops the mic to his side, and waits in silence for a moment, before Tek's music hits. The masked wrestler steps onto the ramp, to a mixed reaction. He stares at the ring in confusion, before stepping down the ramp. He rolls under the bottom rope, and pops up, starring Blake in the eye. Is music dies, and they stand in silence, as the crowd loudly chants “Fuck you Blake!” over and over. After a few moments, Barton Hollow, by the Civil Wars begins to play, and Steel Toe Joe steps out from behind the curtain. He already has a mic in his hand, and he watses no time.
STJ: Tek! Tek, don't listen to him! That man doesn't care about you in the least!
The crowd cheers loudly at Joe's proclamation.
Blake: Tek, you were nothing before I met you. You owe me your entire career. Are you gonna let this glorified jobber, who you've been carrying for months, tell you what to do?
STJ: Tek, this man is a liar, who care nothing for you. All he cares about is the money he can make by exploiting you. You have to listen to me.
During the back and forth Joe steps down the ramp, and rolls into the ring.
STJ: You're my tag team partner. We fight together, we travel together, we spend most of our time together. I care about you. Blake only wants to use you. You have to see that!
Blake Updergraff IV: Tek, need I remind you... the more money I make, the more money you make. We're in this together, and I'm a winner. If you want to be stuck with some overpaid loser like Steel Toe Joe, you'll have to do it without me.
Tek looks back and forth, form his partner to his manager, a silent war being waged behind his eyes. After a few tense moments, Tek reaches down, and raises Blake's hand high in the air, as the crowd voices their displeasure. While he does this, Tek winks at Joe, while leading Blake right to him. Once he is in place, Joe grabs him, hitting him with the Baptism!
Zach Davis: HA!
Shannan Lerch: It was a setup all along!
Joe then jumps outside, before leaping up to the top rope, and hitting a springboard 450 splash onto his now former manager. Blake howls in agony, as he rolls out of the ring, and STJ raises Tek's hand into the air. The crowd cheers loudly, glad to have the old Tek back.
Shannan Lerch: This was good to see. Maybe now we'll be rid of Blake Updegraff IV for good.
Zach Davis: I doubt it, but we can only hope.
Shannan Lerch: At this time, we have Hank Brown backstage with The Church of the Dark Saints.
The camera angle changes as the cameraman backstage aims the camera towards Hank Brown. then out of nowhere...
The cameraman: OO-OOFF-FF!!
The cameraman is pushed aside as The Pet comes forward, as some of the crowd cheers. The Pet adjust his position, when the rest of The Dark Church comes up walking. Oblivion is his full religious garb with "Crimson Prophet"Andrew Warhawk, Famine of the Vile, "Honey Badger" Zombie McMorris, Nathan Von Leibert, Synn, and Creeping Death standing behind The God of Insanity.
Hank Brown: Oblivion, you have been having a war of words against the newcomer Henri Ducos, any words about that?
Oblivion looks at the camera, before snatching the mic away from Hank Brown.
Oblivion: Words?! Words?! Does Oblivion have any words for Henri Ducos?! You're damn straight IT does?! Henri, you're biggest flaw was trying to get personal. It was so transparent, that it was comical. You don't try to play mind games with a monster. You want to see blood? You're gonna see blood. Oblivion will paint the entire ringside area with your own personal red goo. Your screams will be silenced with gurgling of blood. We are Church of the Dark Saints, we run WCF!! The rest of everyone else are nothing but whiney little bitches, so says Oblivion...
The rest of The Dark Church: So, it must be true.
Oblivion: So, Henri boy, you will find out real soon, that once you talk mad smack about Oblivion and/or The Church of the Dark Saints you will be handled with complete rage and furious anger. Once The Monster tosses you aside like ordinary garbage, Oblivion will continue with the WCF Classic 2012 Tournament. So, Mr. Ducos you may want to get down on your knees and pray to your fake God. Pray that your true God shows you mercy. If not, may Oblivion have mercy on your soul. With that...
The Gathering rushes in and looks into the camera and screams out...
The Gathering: You can choke... on... that!!
The Vixen skips past, briefly looking at The Pet...
The Vixens: BITCHEE-E-ESS-S-S-S!!!
The Dark Church stares at the camera then walks away. Andrew Warhawk looks at the camera and says...
Andrew Warhawk: Henri Ducos... give your soul to the Church of the Dark Saints. That will be your only chance for survival.
The Crimson Prophet walks away as Hank Brown shakes his head in confusion.
Shannan Lerch: Wow. The Dark Church truly means business.
Zach Davis: Yes and it looks like Henri Ducos is going to have a lo-o-ong night.
Bar room hero by The Dropkick Murphys hits the P.A. and Tommy Kain makes his way down to the ring with a signature dance move, maybe some running man or a little cha cha slide. He looks out to the crowd and sings the chorus of Bar Room Hero with the crowd. Becoming even more excited when he hears OY OY OY!
Zach Davis: Here comes Tommy Kain, a member of the Misfitz.
Shannan Lerch: And in this, the first round of the WCF classic, he is looking to make an impact against Odin Balfore.
Zach Davis: Balfore was the insurance man for The Church of the Dark Saints at Helloween and they couldn’t get it done.
Shannan Lerch: Which isn’t good for Tommy Kain, as Odin will be trying to take it out on Kain.
“ 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.
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. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway. The two men circle each other for a moment, as the referee signals for the bell and the match is underway. Instantly, Odin takes the initiative, attacking fast on Kain with a powerful clothesline. Tommy goes down but pops right back up, getting taken down with another quick clothesline. He begins stomping Kain on the ground, taking a firm advantage.
Zach Davis: Well, we all know Odin isn’t happy about Helloween.
Shannan Lerch: Yup.
Odin picks up Tommy Kain and because hitting him hard with clubbing blows. He hits the ropes but Tommy ducks the big boot, hitting the ropes himself and coming back with a clothesline of his own that takes Odin to the ground. Tommy, hitting the ropes again, hits a big leg drop perfectly, turning quickly to make a pin.
Zach Davis: Odin isn’t going to go down that easily.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, Tommy will have to do much more damage to end this.
And he is in the process of doing that. As he hits another strong leg drop. After rolling off of Odin, he begins to climb to the top rope, looking for something high risk. However, Odin is no dummy, and he gets up and runs to the rope, grabbing Tommy from behind, and taking him down off the turnbuckle with a huge german suplex which shakes the ring. Both men take a moment, but Odin is on his feet well before Kain. He steps over Kain’s back and grabs up his chin, putting Tommy Kain in a camel clutch.
Shannan Lerch: And Odin gets a camel clutch. Tommy is in a lot of pain.
Zach Davis: Odin is just stretching him to his limits.
This is true, Tommy trying to flail about, trying to break the hold. Its getting tough, and right before Tommy is seemingly about to tap out, Odin gets up and breaks the hold. Tommy rolls over in to the corner, trying to buy himself a little more time. He walks over to Tommy, grabs his hair, and pulls him up. Quickly, however, Tommy puts his hands on the top turnbuckle, pulling himself up and kicking Odin in the face, sending him back and too his knees. Tommy then runs toward Odin and hits a Shining Wizard, taking Odin to the ground. After that, though, he runs and jumps up on the ropes…
Zach Davis: THE MORNING AFTER!!
Shannan Lerch: That was amazing, KWI followed by The Morning After. Tommy Kain going for the pin, he may have this one in the bag…
Odin kicks out. Tommy Kain can’t believe it. Odin almost had the match, and now Tommy felt that this was his. He retreats to a corner, waiting for Odin to get up, signaling for Odin to get up. TK walks over to Odin, who is slowly circling around. Once he comes face to face with Kain, Tommy kicks him in the gut…
Shannan Lerch: TOMMYDRIVER!!!
Zach Davis: THE PIN!!!
DINGDINGDING. The match is over. Bar Room Hero blasts on the PA, Tommy Kain begins to celebrate in the ring, winning big here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I don't believe it! Holy crap!
Tommy stands, but as he's up, THE MAVERICK hits the ring! Maverick runs at Tommy and takes him down with a Running High Knee Lift.
Zach Davis: Oh come on, here's that.. other Odin...
Maverick lifts Kain up and hits him with a Running Powerslam!
Shannan Lerch: There's the Lawmaker!
Odin is up now and he and Maverick stomp at Kain repeatedly. Afterwards they raise their arms to a chorus of booing.
Zach Davis: Tommy Kain may've gotten the victory here tonight but Odin Balfore and The Maverick get the last laugh.
The crowd from Milwaukee stir in their seats, loudly stamping on the ground and starting the occasional chant. There are a decent amount of banners proudly held high by this Milwaukee crowd, but they are clearly thrilled at being able to see the WCF here. As Kyle Steel climbs slowly back into the ring, the crowd begin to cheer loudly once again.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen... I have been informed that the following match is first round match for WCF Classic 2012. It will involve two of the most extreme icons in professional wrestling, Church of Dark Saint‘s Oblivion and the current WCF Television Champion, the undefeated, Henri Ducos.
There are loud cheers at the words 'WCF Classic', but they quickly turn to boos when the wrestler’s names are uttered. Trash begins to fly toward the ring, and Kyle Steel quickly sidesteps a flying beer bottle as he continues with the introductions.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... The current WCF Television Champion, Henri Ducos!!!
The crowd, in warbly drunken, adrenalized unison, join the announcer’s spiel.
That last syllable, chanted by Henri Ducos’s dark minions and echoed no doubt, by millions upon millions in front of monitors in dens, living rooms, sports bars and less wholesome establishments across the world.
The crowd leans forward.
Then the lights in the arena dim. The Big Screen comes to life with just static. The static seems to zoom back, revealing a television. Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
Skrillex's "Kill Everybody" starts blaring around the arena.
The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. Henri Ducos appears; then, raising his arms over his head in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy with the WCF Television title belt in his hands as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns to the heavens behind him.
Zach Davis: Oh this guy continues to impress me week after week.
Shannan Lerch: It’s going to be an interesting match. Two self-proclaimed dark wrestlers clash in WCF for the first time.
Zach Davis: Don’t forget Oblivion’s minion Synn is the number one contender for his television title.
He slowly walks towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Henri Ducos, dressed in a "Nation of the Bloodless" T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face.
He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and ignoring the ring announcer and roars as pyros explode behind him.
Zach Davis: I think maybe his streak is about to end.
The house lights go out, as lighter coloured lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering; While, the rest, of the crowd are booing...
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
Zach Davis: This highly anticipated matchup of the night is about to start.
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur.
Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage.
There are winged angel statues, one on each of the two front corners, of the entrance stage. Down the ramp, on both sides are winged angel statues, several feet apart. In between the statues are standing lit candles. From the entrance stage and down the ramp is a red carpet.
Zach Davis: Look at all this!! This is amazing!! Angel statues?! Standing candles?! A red carpet?!
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Oblivion.
Then right about the time, everyone's curiosity is at a fever pitch, a Dub step mash up of Gregorian chant by the Benedict Monks and Oblivion by Mastadon begins to play. Fog begins to roll out onto the entrance stage and down the ramp.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
NOW I'M LOST IN OBLIVION!!!
Zach Davis: The Arena is defiantly divided tonight!
Shannan Lerch: They sure are!!
Oblivion slowly makes his way down the ramp way. He climbs into the ring. Oblivion takes off its ceremonial robe and folds it neatly and hands it to a member of the ring crew. He turns towards Henri. Their eyes lock.
Zach Davis: This is it.
Henri snaps out his arms at the same time as Oblivion and the two lock up in the centre of the ring. Henri hooks his arm and swings around back, but Oblivion shoves him to the side and grabs his head in a quick headlock. Henri ducks out and jerks on the leg, but Oblivion steps over and grabs him around the neck with his forearm. Henri shoves forward, then slips out from under and hooks the leg again, swinging Oblivion around and down to the mat. Oblivion leaps up with a quick kip up and grabs Henri's arm and swings him into the ropes and then shoves him down to the mat. Henri comes up, grabs the arm of the man and twists it around his back in a standing arm bar hold. Oblivion bends out and reverses it, causing Henri to yelp in pain before breaking the hold and backing away.
Zach Davis: Ducos sure doesn’t get easy matches; first Waylon Cash and now Oblivion.
Shannan Lerch: Definitely, plus the number one contender for his belt is Synn.
Zach Davis: That’s true.
The crowd cheers loudly for the quick display of counter wrestling, and Henri and Oblivion look around at the crowd before locking eyes with each other once more. The referee watches from a corner.
Henri comes forward with a running lariat, but Oblivion steps to one side and grabs him around the waist as he comes by with an impressive display of power. He lifts the champion up and drives him into the mat with a backdrop side suplex that causes the arena to explode with applause. Oblivion covers and gets a two count before Henri powers out with an elbow into Oblivion's mask. As Oblivion rolls off, Henri grabs his head with one hand and repeatedly drives elbow after elbow into Oblivion's jaw until blood flow freely from his mouth.
Zach Davis: I still can‘t believe that this is not the main event?
Shannan Lerch: Shut up, looking Oblivion’s bleeding.
Henri jumps to his feet and stretchers Oblivion out with a standing espanso submission hold. Oblivion struggles to get free, but Henri has the leverage of the hold on his side and Oblivion is forced to drag himself toward the ropes to break free. Henri lets go of the hold, but shoots another elbow into Oblivion's throat before he walks away. The referee grabs him and shoves him back, screaming at him to cut out the dirty business and focus in the ring.
Henri goes for another lariat, but Oblivion reverses it on contact and scoops up Henri for a quick Uranage and a pin fall attempt. Again Henri kicks out at two, and Oblivion hauls him roughly to his feet. Oblivion goes for a stiff German Suplex, but Henri cracks him in the skull with a stiff enzugiri that sends Oblivion stumbling into the ropes. Henri shouts and waits for Oblivion to turn around, then locks the arms and hit a devastating Northern Lights Suplex.
Zach Davis: This match is looking amazing.
Shannan Lerch: I think both of them are trying to outdo each other.
Henri hooks the leg and covers, but the referee is out of position and Henri is only able to get a two count before Oblivion throws him off. His mouth is still spurting blood and his eyes are not focusing correctly.
Shannan Lerch: Oh this can’t be good. Can it?
Oblivion shakes his head and blindly charges Henri, but Henri puts up a boot and catches Oblivion in the face, then hits a quick flying DDT. Oblivion drops and Henri goes for another cover. Oblivion kicks out a split second before the referee's hand drops for the three count and moves quickly to his feet and steps around Henri, dropping Henri with a double under hook cradle. Another cover, but Henri slips out at two and backs away. Henri spits on the mat and urges Oblivion forward.
Oblivion runs, but stops short as Henri raises another boot up and grabs the leg to spin him around. Oblivion hits an overhead belly to belly suplex, but Henri rolls out before a cover can be made and drops a rolling elbow that causes the crowd watching to stand up in their seats. The noise in the arena is deafening.
Oblivion ducks a lariat and slams Henri to the mat with DDT, but the move seems to hurt Oblivion more than Henri. Henri doesn't go for the cover and instead climbs to the top rope. Spreading his arms wide, he dives with a swan dive head butt that connects with the big man. Henri goes for a cover, but on two a hooded person jumps the guard rail and slides into the ring and pulls Henri off of Oblivion. Henri looks around, his teeth bared and his eyes bulging, but the referee is already shoving the hooded figure out of the ring, screaming at the person to get out of the ring.
Zach Davis: That person could have cost him the match.
Henri uses the distraction to remove the turnbuckle padding, and goes back to retrieve Oblivion. But Oblivion is up and pummels away on Henri with hard lefts and rights, then picks up Henri and tosses him into the ropes. Henri becomes tangled there, and finally drops to the ringside area with a thick thud of body against concrete. Oblivion raises his arms to the crowd, who cheer the big man loudly.
Meanwhile, the referee has noticed the unlaced turnbuckle pad and goes over to fix it. On the outside of the ring the hooded figure is kicking down on Henri, putting thick leather boots against the man's head. Oblivion slides out of the ring. Henri slowly got to his feet. Oblivion throws him back in the ring.
Zach Davis: Get that person out of here!!
Oblivion connects with a swift right punch to the side of Henri’s head, fazing him, but not grounding him. Oblivion opts to try again, this time with his left hand, throwing another punch at Henri. This time, however, Henri blocks the punch and grabs Oblivion’s wrist, pushing down on it and creating pressure on the joint. Oblivion slowly falls to his knees, struggling to push back, but the power is too much for him.
Henri stands in all his glory keeping his grip locked, smiling at his plaything which is now Oblivion. Henri’s rage all flows to his shaking foot and as he screams out in hate, a kick straight into the face of Oblivion stuns the crowd.
Zach Davis: Jesus Christ! That kick looked stiff!
Shannan Lerch: Who cares?
Henri takes a small step back allowing Oblivion, whose head is hanging from fatigue, to regain a sense of where he is. Yet, to show remorse is to show weakness and Henri refuses to be weak, ploughing into Oblivion with yet another kick right when the leader of the Church of Dark Saints lifts his head. This time, Oblivion’s head snaps back quickly prompting Henri to release Oblivion’s wrist. However, Henri mounts Oblivion right after, knocking the monster’s head against the canvas repeatedly. Finally, the referee interjects, pulling the angry Henri off of his opponent.
Zach Davis: Leave them to fight referee!!
Henri makes moves toward Oblivion, who is now on all fours struggling to rise. About an inch away from Oblivion’s seemingly broken body, Henri reaches down to pick up his victim, but is surprised to see Oblivion hop up and shock the world with a super kick. Henri bounces back against the ropes in a haze, sending him right back to the now standing member of the Church. Oblivion hops up onto Henri’s shoulders, flying through the air and bringing him down over the ropes with a stunning hurricanrana. Henri falls onto the ringside mats while Oblivion hangs on to the ropes with his legs, propping himself back up into the ring.
Zach Davis: Oblivion doing a hurricanrana? He‘s huge compared to Henri.
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion‘s trying moves that we don‘t usually see from him. That‘s how much is on the line for him.
Oblivion leans on the ropes, mind wandering, glancing between his fallen adversary and the other side of the ring. Calculating distance, Oblivion performed a practice run against the ropes, turning it into a somersault just to annoy the fans with his stalling. Once again he turns to the battered Henri, smiling through his teeth and spitting on his body. Walking backwards, Oblivion flies against the ropes with fierce tenacity and runs toward where Henri lay, hopping on top of the upper rope and diving onto Henri with a corkscrew plancha. Oblivion rolls off of Henri’s body following the move, holding his midsection in pain.
Zach Davis: It looks as if that excellent manoeuvre hurt Oblivion just about as much as it hurt Henri. The fans, despite their obvious hatred for Oblivion, seemed to enjoy that high spot. Yet, if Oblivion keeps taking risks like that, I’ll sincerely doubt how long he’ll last in this match.
Shannan Lerch: Listen, Oblivion can fly around like a retarded midget all he wants, it won’t help him. For Henri is in my opinion the better wrestler.
Zach Davis: What? I may have my problems with Oblivion but Henri is just a rookie!
Still outside the ring, Oblivion lifts Henri up and grabs him by the wrist this time around. Locking up with his other arm, Oblivion begins to swing around and release, sending Henri into the guard rail with an Irish Whip. Henri collapses to his knees following the connection with the steel while Oblivion runs forward and leaps off of Henri’s own back, landing on top of the guardrail in front of the fans live in the arena. Not looking back at all, Oblivion once again leaps, this time with a variation of a leg drop. Paying the price for his not paying attention, Oblivion connects with the bare ground as a revived Henri rolls out of the way. Oblivion rolls over onto his back grasping for air, Henri crawls back onto the ring apron and answers Oblivion’s attack with an aerial Cross body Frog Splash. Landing perfectly, it would’ve been the opportune time for a pin fall; however Henri immediately realizes that he needs to do more damage.
Henri gets up slowly off of Oblivion’s body, grabbing his still laid out opponent by his mask and rolls him into the ring. Oblivion now lies inside of the ring, bleeding, while Henri runs around the ring rallying the fans. His eyes suddenly lock on the hooded figure.
Shannan Lerch: Is he still here? Someone needs to get him out of here.
Zach Davis: We’re really not supposed to be biased.
He approaches the figure but stops before he gets to him. Henri climbs back into the ring where an angry Oblivion waits. Now the two wrestlers are right back where they started, they exchange punches and inflating egos. This time around, Henri strikes first with closed fist punches, knocking Oblivion’s around the ring. He stands there dazed and confused; Henri leaps forward with a flying lariat. Oblivion, showing his intellect, ducks and Henri rolls over his back. Not to be outdone, before Henri hits the ground he grabs Oblivion from under the legs and brings both bodies down to the mat with a school boy roll-up. He gets a two count.
Zach Davis: Close call.
Oblivion kicks out with power, sending Henri a good two feet away from him. Standing up, Oblivion grabs Henri, who is nearly standing, by the midsection. He picks up Henri and gets into the formation for a power bomb. Henri fights back mid-air, ploughing into Oblivion’s body with severe lefts and rights, finally causing Oblivion to drop him. Henri then battles back with a leg sweep, but rather than allowing his opponent to fall, he catches Oblivion and then throws him into the left turnbuckle with a T-Bone Suplex. Oblivion hits awkwardly, upside down with his legs caught in the ropes.
Zach Davis: This is amazing, especially as Oblivion is still not right.
Henri threw a fist right into the genitalia of Oblivion, who screams out in pain, but can do nothing due to the constraints on his legs. Henri hops over the ropes and smiles at the adoring public who are screaming over every brutal punch, grabbing Oblivion’s head and pulling backwards from outside of the ring. Oblivion coughs out in rage and begins to spit blood, unable to breath and spinal cord about to break in two. The crowd erupts following that sentiment as Henri saunters over to the announce table, picking up the robes Oblivion was wearing down to the ring. Henri could care less, raising the robes to his face and blowing his nose in it. Devilishly grinning, Henri walks back to where Oblivion is trapped; opening up the robes so each and every camera can see the entrails from “Henri’s Nose”. At that moment, between Oblivion’s constant coughing, Henri proceeded to rub Oblivion’s face with his own robes.
Henri leaves the robes on top of Oblivion and loosens the ropes, causing Oblivion’s body to topple over.
Shannan Lerch: Not only is that entertainment, but it proves that there was a lost commandment. Thou shall not fuck with Henri.
Zach Davis: That’s going to give us such negative press. I mean, people are here to see weapons, not Oblivion eating another wrestler’s snot. Jesus, I think we’ve lost perspective.
Oblivion is laying there on his stomach, not moving in the least, as Henri climbs back into the ring. Henri senses the weakness inside of Oblivion almost as if it were instinct, choosing to lay the boots to his opponent. Kicking a man when he’s down if you will. The referee once again tells Henri to back off of Oblivion, except now he lifts Oblivion’s arm to make sure he’s able to continue.
The referee picks his arm up once … it falls back down to the ground.
Henri stands up onto the turnbuckle facing the audience, raising his arms as a symbol of victory. They eat it up of course, no doubt thinking that the bleeding Oblivion is down and out.
Once again Oblivion’s arm is raised … it falls again to the mat.
For what would be the final time, Oblivion’s arm is lifted … IT STAYS UP!!
As Henri wastes his time posing and primping for the cameras, Oblivion flips up to his feet and then rushing over to Henri and reaching under his legs; Oblivion slowly picks Henri up, trying to climb the turnbuckle at the very same time. He reaches the top with Henri hoisted on his shoulders and in a reckless move; Oblivion seemingly defies gravity by driving Henri’s body down to the canvas with a sit-down power bomb. Oblivion has used his pent up energy to his own advantage, what will he do with it?
Zach Davis: Oh my God, that was amazing.
Rolling into a Boston Crab variation, which is very uncharacteristic for Oblivion, Oblivion struggles to keep Henri grounded. Henri resists at first, but Oblivion stomps inward on top of Henri, causing enough distraction for the move to be solidly locked in. Right in the middle of the ring, Oblivion is making a comeback, and in the process making Henri squeal. The man is slowly but surely fading after blowing himself out early on in the match.
Oblivion taunts the crowd, making them feel their insecurities, enabling them to watch Henri crumble. However, with one burst of last minute strength, Henri makes a small step with his hands toward the ropes. Then, even with Oblivion on his back trying to pull him back, Henri makes another slow step. Soon, Henri is one inch away from the bottom rope.
All it took was one blink of the eye. A single instant. The crowd erupting again as Henri restored the dream, grabbing the rope, forcing Oblivion to break the hold. Oblivion, in a weird change of plan, drops the legs with no problem and climbs outside of the ring. Even Henri seems astounded. But as a camera switches everyone can see exactly what Oblivion is up to. Slowly but surely, he’s searching for a weapon.
Henri refuses to take this, rising up from his pain with a limp, but manages to get outside the ring alright. Tapping Oblivion on his shoulder, Henri stands there waiting with a clenched fist. However, Oblivion is just too quick, turning around and blasting Henri with a chair.
Zach Davis: That’s got to hurt?
Shannan Lerch: DOH!
Zach Davis: Shut it.
Shannan Lerch: Henri didn’t fall down! HE’S UP! HE’S UP!
Henri just stands in front of Oblivion, a small cut on his forehead, gazing at the man with a sense of malice. Oblivion throws a punch at Henri, who was supposed to be just as weak, but with one slip of the fist … the attempt was blocked. The crowd stomps their feet in support as Henri fires with one punch immediately followed up by another. Oblivion dreamily hits the announce table and falls back onto Henri, who is ready with a plan. Henri hops up onto the table with Oblivion’s head in grasp, opting to jump off with a Flying DDT. In mid-air Oblivion swings and takes down Henri’s with a cutter, connecting with the ring mats and the chair.
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Zach Davis: These guys are pushing each other to the brink and these fans love it!!
However, both wrestlers are now tired and weary, and despite the crazy things which have gone on … the match is for a place in the next round of WCF: Classic 2012. Henri and Oblivion are both lying ringside with nothing left while the referee counts inside the ring.
1… 2… 3…
Shannan Lerch: GET UP Henri!!!
4… 5… 6…
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Henri begins to claw up the ring apron, stumbling up and raising an arm to show that he’s alright.
Oblivion gets up at that same moment, the fans booing as they get to their feet. This last second is all that matters and it would only take one hit for one of these wrestlers to win the match by knock out. However, neither have that much of a lack in pride, thus they both get into the ring at the same time.
For the third time its back to square number one, Oblivion and Henri facing one another; the blood dripping down both of their faces. Oblivion grabs hold of Henri and hits him with DDT. He rolls him up…………………..1………………………2……………………….Henri grabs hold of the ropes and the referee stops the count. Both men slowly make it to their feet. Henri charges at Oblivion and clotheslines him so hard he knocks him over the top rope and follows him over and to the concrete.
Zach Davis: Oblivion should have defeated Henri by now?
Shannan Lerch: Henri’s showing his tenacity.
Oblivion shouts at the hooded figure. While this is going on Henri is slowly getting to his feet. Blood drips down his face, covering it like a crimson mask. Oblivion has his back to him and he waits for him to turn around and charges hitting him with a big time Spear. Henri set's up Oblivion’s prone body on the ramp way. Henri pulls something out of his pocket and pours it onto the ramp way.
Zach Davis: That smells like lighter fuel?
Henri position’s Oblivion for a power bomb. He throws a flame, lighting up the ramp way and then goes to hit a big time power bomb onto the flaming ramp way. Oblivion slams onto the burning steel. He hit the back of his head. He is out but he is burning. The hooded figure grabs him by the feet and drags him out of the fire and puts his hooded coat over his head putting out the fire. He turns and is met with the Ascent.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my god that’s Andrew Warhawk, the Herald of Oblivion!
Zach Davis: Can you smell chicken?
Shannan Lerch: Henri’s hit him with the Ascent.
Zach Davis: He shouldn’t have tried to interfere.
Security come running down the ramp way; carefully avoiding the fire and drag Synn up the ramp way escorting him back stage. Henri picks Oblivion up and throws him into the ring. Ring crew with fire extinguishers rush down to put out the fire. Henri sets Oblivion up in the centre of the ring; he picks him up and hits him with the Prophecy and then lays across Oblivion for the pin.
Zach Davis Oh my God, Ducos has done it!!!!!
Shannan Lerch: ANOTHER UPSET! Henri Ducos defeats the former World Champion, Oblivion!
Zach Davis: Not a good night for the Church of Dark Saints.
Shannan Lerch: And Ducos remains undefeated.. this tournament sure is turning out interesting!
Zach Davis: Next up, we've got a battle of two former World Champions.
Shannan Lerch: Dake Ken won the belt back in June of 2009, taking it from Torture; however, Torture was not pinned in that match. Similarly, FPV won the Title in June of this year, taking it from the unbeatable Jonny Fly without actually pinning him.
The lights go dark in the arena as the ominous intro to "Never Dead" by Megadeth beings to play over the PA system. The crowd stirs with anticipation as the song creeps along. The first set of heavy guitar accents hit and the lights pulse along as a large blue Canadian Maple Leaf appears on the HD screen. The guitars continue to accent as the eerie high pitch frequency in the song begins to intensify and the stage fills with smoke. When the frequency reaches its climax an intense strobe light beings to pulse on stage as a fast barrage of 16th notes ring through the speakers. Now standing amongst the smoke is the WCF Legend Dake Ken taking in the rising energy from the crowd. As the the main riff kicks in a large explosion of blue pyro goes off as Dake breaks from his stoic stance by jumping and throwing his fist forward while letting out a warrior like yell all as the crowd goes crazy. Dake stops for a moment after taking a few steps forward and points into the crowd motioning for them to raise the intensity level with a slightly twisted smirk on his face. Dake makes his way to the ring and quickly runs up the steps. He hops over the top rope and makes his way to the far turnbuckle. Dake climbs to the second rope and points out the sea of fans as he yells that they love him because he is the best. He raises his hands up in the air all the while a smug narcissistic smile on his face.
Shannan Lerch: And here is Dake Ken. He reminds me of a dog from hell.
Zach Davis: A hound from Hades?
Shannan Lerch: Exactly! That.
Dake asks for a mic while he's on the turnbuckle. One's tossed to him and he catches it.
Zach Davis: Looks like Dake's got something to say.
Dake hops off the turnbuckle and paces around the ring for a bit. He stop in the middle of the ring and holds the mic up.
Shannan Lerch: It's been a long time since we've heard from Dake.
Dake Ken: It's been a long time WCF, and I must say ... it's good to be back!
The crowd pops and Dake continues.
Dake Ken: I'm sure you all have been wondering why I came back, why am I associated with Pantheon, am I going to stick around or am I going to just up and disappear? Well I'm going to answer those questions right now.
I came back because I have unfinished business. For years I have been part of a group of the past. Although my name has been associated with greatness, I don't feel it sits as high atop the mountain of greats as it should. So I am here to cement my legacy, to make sure that when you look at the WCF greats, that my name is right at the top, if not, at the very top ... right where it belongs!
Dake gives a cocky smile.
Dake Ken: Now, Pantheon. Although I have my own agenda, hope that belt is snug Jeff ...
The crowd buzzes at the mention of the World Champion.
Dake Ken: Although I have my own agenda, I feel as though I should be a part in this giant war that is taking place in the WCF right now. So when it came down to who I associate with, it's simple. I am going to associate with the best. As all of you know, I'm not into mediocrity. I would never associate with a group that sounds like it was founded by a 15 year old kid trying to be a bad ass, would I Church? I would never associate myself with a group of nobodies that no one gives a damn about, would I Genesis? I am going to associate with greatness, and that is what Pantheon is. Pantheon is the bar for the WCF right now, even if we did come up short and Helloween, there is no denying who the elite group ... of the WCF is at today.
Dake pauses and looks around the arena at the crowd before speaking for the final time.
Dake Ken: As to the question of will I stick around. Let me put it this way ... I won't leave until my goals are accomplished, no matter how long that takes!
Dake drops the mic and hops back on the second rung of the far turnbuckle. He raises both hands and yells out to the crowd as he awaits FPV.
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Professional Griefers" hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and Genesis T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He 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.
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. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Here is Frank Patrick Venable! Current People's Champion, mainstay of WCF, and I hear he's the owner of some nightclub or something. Just a rumor, may or may not be true.
Shannan Lerch: Huh.
Dake and FPV stand in their respetive corners; the bell sounds.
Zach Davis: Two former World Champions, it doesn't get more epic than this. Here we go.
Dake and Frank meet each other in the center of the ring and shake hands; the crowd applauds them. They then tie up. Dake gets the upper hand, forcing Frank into the corner. The ref calls for a clean break, and Dake obliges. They tie up again, and this time FPV gets the upper hand!, forcing Dake into the corner. And again, the ref calls for a break.... and again, FPV obliges. The crowd again applauds.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, a mutual show of respect... not every day we get that!
This time, instead of tieing up, Dake hits a forearm to FPV's skull, followed by a few punches. FPV is sent reeling. Dake sends FPV to the ropes and hits him with a Belly to Belly Suplex as he comes back! FPV gets to his feet and Dake executes a Dropkick as he does, sending him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Oof! Dake Ken takes control.
Shannan Lerch: I have it on good authority that FPV is very mindful of WCF and its history; he's honored to be in the ring with a legend and Hall of Famer like Dake Ken.
FPV hits the mat and stands up, facing the audience. He's too dazed to listen to them as they yell at him not to turn around; he turns and gets hit with a Suicide Dive from Dake!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Frank and Dake both hit the outside mats hard! Dake gets to his feet after a moment, however, fueled by momentum; he slaps a few fans' hands and then lifts FPV up. He pulls Frank in and hits a Snap Suplex on the outside!
Zach Davis: OOF, again!
Shannan Lerch: Dake Ken is a suplex machine. Not the human suplex machine or anything, but certainly A suplex machine.
Dake picks FPV up and throws him into the ring. He slides in himself and pins him.
No! FPV gets the shoulder up.
Zach Davis: This match won't be an easy win for either man.
But Dake doesn't quit. He backs up and waits for FPV to get to his feet... he grapples him from behind and executes a German Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: DAMN! FPV lands right on his neck!
But Dake doesn't let go. He picks him back up.. BOOM! ANOTHER GERMAN!
Zach Davis: He's going for the hat trick!
Shannan Lerch: What does that even mean?
Zach Davis: No idea, but he's gonna hit a third German.
FPV realizes it. As Dake goes for the third German, FPV shifts his body weight and lands on his feet! Dake doesn't realize it in time and FPV lunges at him, hitting his head with a Lariat from behind. Dake quickly gets back to his feet and FPV hits him with a few shots to the head followed by a Snapmare and a Dropkick to his back!
Shannan Lerch: Spinal Tap! And here's a pin.
No, Dake kicks out. FPV is in the driver's seat now and he picks Dake up, he elbows Dake in the head and hits a Snap Suplex!
Zach Davis: And FPV keeps it connected!, he's hitting a Multiple Suplex too!
FPV hits a second Snap Suplex!, Dake yells out in pain. FPV picks Dake up... and instead of hitting a Snap Suplex, lifts Dake up and hits a Brain Buster!
Zach Davis: OOF!
FPV quickly pins Dake!
No! Dake kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: Huge move!, guess Dake didn't have FPV as scouted as FPV has Dake!
Zach Davis: But it still wasn't enough to put away the Hall of Famer.
FPV grabs Dake and puts him in a Chinlock. However, surprising the People's Champ, the fans begin to get behind Dake Ken.
Shannan Lerch: Lots of "Dake Ken!" chants throughout the arena tonight!
The energy of the fans empowers Dake Ken to get to his feet, elbowing Frank in the gut several times and running to the ropes. Dake Clotheslines FPV down; FPV gets back up and goes to Clothesline Dake, Dake ducks it and then grabs him and hits a Dragon Suplex!
Zach Davis: DAMN!
And into the pin!
NO! FPV kicks out of it!
Shannan Lerch: CLOSE!, wow. Close.
Dake backs up, he wants to put FPV away early. As FPV stumbles up Dake runs at him.
Zach Davis: RUNNING SUPER KICK!
NO! FPV DUCKS IT! HE HAD IT SCOUTED!
Shannan Lerch: BOOM!
Zach Davis: HEADSHOT!
FPV HITS IT!
FRANK PINS DAKE, HOOKING THE LEG!
NO! DAKE KICKS OUT!
Shannan Lerch: That's the thing about Superkicks, they can come out of NOWHERE!
Frank backs up, looking to put Dake away. Dake gets to his feet and FPV throws him to the ropes. FPV then lifts Dake up...
Zach Davis: He's going for a Butterfly DDT thingy!
NO! Dake hits several shots to the head and FPV falls down... Dake flies off with a Flying Elbow Drop!
Shannan Lerch: FULL MOON! SHADES OF TRENT HUNTER!
Zach Davis: TRENT HUNTER, THE FIRST ONE MAIN EVENTER!
Shannan Lerch: NO! TWO!
Zach Davis: DAMN!
Dake is shocked! He stands up though and begins stomping away at Frank.
Shannan Lerch: Dake Ken is learning that the WCF People's Champion is not defeated easily!
Dake stands up, slowly, tired out. He backs up and waits for FPV to stand... grabs him, and hits the Uranage Slam!
Zach Davis: This has got to be it!
Dake drops and pins Frank, hooking the leg.
Shannan Lerch: THERE IT IS! Dake Ken walks away with the victory!
Dake's music hits and he stands, getting his arm raised, holding his side, still hurting a bit.
Zach Davis: He had some strong words before the match began, and Shannan, he lived up to them tonight.
Slam comes back from commercial and WCF Hall of Famer, Gravedigger, is walking down to the ring with a microphone in hand. The crowd boos as he stands there grinning. He lifts the mic up as he speaks.
Gravedigger: Yes, Yes. I’m sure you’re all glad to see me once more. So I’ve been seen on the last couple of episodes of Slam trying to convince Synn to leave the Church and that’s basically why I returned although as you all saw earlier, I’m apparently returning at One as well to face a…”legend”.
Gravedigger has a look of disgust on his face as he says the word.
Gravedigger: So far I’ve failed to get Synn to wise up and leave them and after he worked with the group as a cohesive unit, despite them still losing at Helloween, I feel like I should make one more effort to put Synn back on the right path here in WCF. So with that said, Synn…can you come down here?
After a few seconds, Oblivion’s music starts playing and the crowd gets to their feet booing. Gravedigger scows at the entryway as Oblivion himself slinks out from the back and walks down the ramp, a sneer upon his face. Oblivion walks around the side of the ring and snatches a microphone from one of the ring crew and walks up the steps. Gravedigger turns and keeps Oblivion in front of him. Oblivion slowly steps into the ring.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I’m sure this is obvious, but you’re not Synn.
Oblivion: Nothing gets by you, Digger! You’re damn right IT's not Synn. IT sat by the past couple of weeks and watched IT's old enemy speak into the ear of one of disciples of Oblivion, trying to turn him against IT. Oblivion has to say IT's had enough and decided to finally stop waiting in the wings each week and confront you ITself. Synn is not coming out here to speak to you. Not because IT told him not to, no. He’s not coming out here because he’s already heard what you have to say and you’re not going to convince him.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I’m not giving up on the guy that easily. You and I can both see that your little brainwashing tactics are not working on him as well as you think. I’ve seen the look in his eye when I have spoken to him. He’s thinking about it more than someone following you should. Now, how about you leave the ring and go to the back, find Synn and send him out here so I can come here to do what I came to do.
Oblivion grins as he responds.
Oblivion: Make me leave.
Oblivion’s grin leaves IT's face as The Monster lowers the mic.
Gravedigger grins and nods. Both men toss their microphones down and Gravedigger takes a wild swing at Oblivion who ducks the clothesline. The lights suddenly go out. A couple of seconds later they come back up and when they come back on Zombie McMorris, Andrew Warhawk and Nathan Von Leibert are all standing in the ring, one man in each corner. NvL smiles wickedly at Gravedigger and waves. Oblivion stares daggers through Gravedigger who looks around himself. The crowd is on its feet as Gravedigger laughs loudly. He suddenly stops and leaps right at Zombie McMorris, pummeling him. The rest of the Church immediately run over and jump Gravedigger who fights against the five men wildly but Gravedigger is getting overwhelmed.
The crowd starts cheering a little bit as PSWF World Champion, Keynan Isara, runs out from the back sans belt and down the ramp.
Shannan Lerch: We didn’t know he was here, but I’m not so sure this is going to help Gravedigger much.
Zombie McMorris backs up from the group as Keynan slides into the ring. He beckons Keynan to come get some and Keynan obliges, charging across the ring. A loud OOH is heard from the crowd as Keynan cuts McMorris in half with a huge spear. Keynan rolls through the spear and is standing right back up immediately and runs at the charging Andrew Warhawk, cutting him down with another huge spear as well.
Zach Davis: Wow, look at this guy! He is a machine! Gravedigger may be saved yet!
Keynan rolls through this spear as well, showing off his agility and quickness and he’s instantly on his feet once more, this time targeting NvL. NvL rolls out of the way of the spear attempt and Keynan stops himself in the corner, but turns around into a Straight Jacket Drop from NvL, stopping Keynan’s momentum. Zombie and Warhawk slowly get back up and run over helping NvL in the attack when the crowd starts booing as none other than Synn runs down from the back, steel chair in hand. Synn slides into the ring and everyone is in total confusion as Synn cracks Andrew Warhawk over the head with the chair, the momentum sending him out of the ring. And then Zombie McMorris receives one too. The rest of the Church bail out of the ring before Synn can take everyone out. They pull McMorris and Warhawk out of the ring and stand at the bottom of the ramp in shock.
Shannan Lerch: What the hell just happened?! Did Synn just turn on the Church of the Dark Saints?
Zach Davis: First Famine, now this! I believe the talks combined with the Church jumping Gravedigger got through to Synn!
Synn leans over the ropes, begging the members of the Church to come back into the ring. Oblivion sneers at Synn and yells at Synn as the Church members walk back up the ramp slowly, each member still in shock or angry at Synn for his betrayal. Synn walks over and checks on Keynan and Gravedigger.
Oblivion: For your sins against The Dark Church, we will not rest until we can hear your screams for mercy.
Shannan Lerch: Well as our Classic Tournament moves along we are down to the final two first round match-ups of the evening. This next one is quite interesting as both Sarah Twilight and Eric Price have had heated words for each other over the past few weeks.
Zach Davis: More than that. Eric Price as we all know was the referee for the Hellimination match this past week in Los Angeles. When he refused to count three for Waylon Cash, Twilight forced him to do so. The tension has been boiling over ever since.
Shannan Lerch: Both Eric and Sarah have a chance to prove something here tonight and advance in our annual Classic Tournament. We've seen some people move ahead already. Which of these two will join them?
Zach Davis: Eric Price has been on a roll recently. He came up shy at WAR and has done everything he can to get in the head of our World Champion, Jeff Purse since. Is he focused on Purse or will he set that aside to push past Twilight here in the first round? Sarah Twilight has been making waves ever since her return here a few weeks ago. She has a new-found bond with the WCF fans and vows to show the world what she is truly capable of. Will she defeat Price here tonight to set that example?
Shannan Lerch: Let's not waste anymore time! It's time we find out. The WCF Classic continues now!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a first round WCF Classic Tournament match and is scheduled for one fall!
Gold lights start flashing as "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell begins to play over the loudspeakers. The crowd begins to boo loudly.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...from Pacific Palisades, California and weighing in at 250 pounds...he is ERIC PRICE!!!!
Eric Price makes his way onto the ramp. A gold spotlight shines on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a grin on his face.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to cheer MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 142 pounds, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening cheers and soaks them all in. The vibrant redhead confidently swaggers towards the ring and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle in succession, pointing out toward the crowd and smiling. The cheers become even LOUDER. As the music continues, Sarah rolls outside of the ring and finds a young fan sitting at ringside. She removes her signature "You Don't Matter" tee shirt that she wears over her wrestling attire and gives it to the young fan before returning to the ring as the music dies down.
Zach Davis: Here we go! We're about to get down to business!
Sarah and Eric meet in the center of the ring staring each other down and the place looks like it is about to erupt wanting these two to begin a war with each other. However, Eric Price asks for a microphone and delays the start of the match. Sarah doesn't seem to be very impressed.
Eric Price: Whoa whoa, hang on one second. Ms. Twilight, Sarah … we don’t need to do this. No no, we don’t need to have this match.
Zach Davis: Looks like Price is trying to weasel his way out of this.
Eric Price: Sarah, even though your actions earlier tonight said no, I can see it in your eyes, you want me and that’s understandable, after all, I am a handsome and charismatic man!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Oh shut up, I’m having a moment here. Sarah, honey, all you have to do is simple, you forfeit this match.
Shannan Lerch: What a disgusting human being this Eric Price is.
Zach Davis: Sarah does not look surprised at this attitude of Price.
Eric Price: That’s right, you can forfeit this match, either walk away to the back or better yet, simply lay down. I know you’re used to that position much more. You get down, I get on top of you, cover you for the 1 .. 2 .. 3.
Eric Price gets real close to Sarah Twilight and touches her hair.
Eric Price: Then after that, how about you and I get out of here, celebrate my victory in style in my hotel room. You, me, a bottle of champagne and we can have some fun tonight.
Zach Davis: What a perverted individual is Eric Price, trying to come on to Twilight.
Sarah Twilight smiles at Eric Price as if seeming to accept the proposal.
Eric Price: What do you say?
Twilight grabs the microphone from Price in a sensual way and Price gets an excited look on his face.
Zach Davis: Is Sarah seriously considering this?
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on! Don't do it, Sarah!
Sarah Twilight: Oh Eric, what do I say here? You mean all I have to do is let you pin me and we can get out of here?
Eric nods his head feverishly and mouths something like "That's all you have to do, baby." Sarah smiles warmly and touches a finger to her lip as if she was contemplating the idea. Suddenly, she sends a hard right hand at Price which surprises him and staggers him back.
Zach Davis: Oh my, a hard right into the face of Eric Price!
Shannan Lerch: I think he just got his answer!
The crowd goes absolutely wild as Twilight delivers that message loud and clear.
Shannan Lerch: And Price looks noticeably furious here as the bell rings to start this matchup.
Zach Davis: Twilight looking pissed just the same!
Sarah gives Eric no time to even think as she lunges at him sending fist after fist at him. He backs into the ropes covering up as she continuously connects with a flurry of punches. For what seems like an eternity, she just keeps firing off shot after shot. The redheaded temper obviously in full control. After finally relenting, she takes Price for an Irish whip which is reversed by the larger athlete. Sarah is sent into the ropes and on the return she nails Price with a jumping calf kick that sends him down to the canvas.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight starting this out with pure aggression and fury!
Shannan Lerch: But is that wise? Allowing her emotions to dictate the pace here in the early goings?
Zach Davis: Only time will tell. But right now this crowd is loving every moment of it!
Sarah wastes no time as she sends kick after kick at Eric's chest and abdomen. Each kick a little sharper than the last. This flurry is just as intense and as long lasting as the punches. Finally, she takes a few steps back and rushes Price with a running snap kick to his face! Eric Price again goes back to the mat holding his head. Sarah takes just a moment to compose herself.
Shannan Lerch: Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Eric Price's attempt to get out of this match may have caused all the fury in the world from this woman.
Zach Davis: May have? I think she just tried to kick the teeth out of hiss mouth!
Sarah heads back over to the downed Price and grabs him by the hair to pull him back to his feet. However, Price sends a well placed thumb to her eye and she staggers away from him, rubbing at her sockets to regain vision. Price takes full advantage of the opportunity he created, despite the warnings from the ref for his cheap shot. Eric is back to his feet quickly and he takes Twilight down with a vicious backbreaker. He wipes the sweat from his face and looks down at her with disgust.
Zach Davis: Price with a thumb to the eye! How cowardly.
Shannan Lerch: That it is, but like I said, if Twilight controlled her anger, he might not have had that opening.
Price hauls Twilight to her feet, slapping her in the back of the head a few times as he yells at her. He looks furious as he picks her up and CRASHES her down with a gutwrench sitout powerbomb. He stays with it for the cover as the referee slides into position.
Sarah kicks out before three. Price becomes even more angered as he screams at her to stay down.
Zach Davis: Whoa! Eric Price trying to make a statement right there and end this one quickly.
Shannan Lerch: High impact offense by Price. Twilight in her first singles match since returning two weeks ago. Many wondered if she suffered any ring rust. I think Helloween answered that question.
Zach Davis: Let's not forget that it was in single competition where she had success earlier this year earning two world championship opportunities. Eric Price is going to be a true test for her in this first match back.
Shannan Lerch: Price firmly in control at the moment.
Eric hauls Twilight back to her feet again, and now he sends her for a hard whip into the turnbuckle, following in behind her. But she puts on the brakes and stops herself, moving out of the way JUST in time as Price launches himself into nothing but turnbuckle. He bounces off, arms flailing and Sarah takes the opening as she nails a jumping neckbreaker, taking him down to the canvas. She wastes no time in hooking the leg and tries to put this one away. Ref slides into position.
Price shoots a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight answers with a near fall of her own!
Shannan Lerch: The offset of the match has taken a slow and methodical pace now as both competitors have essentially burned the steam quickly at the start.
Sarah starts making it back to her feet as Eric also begins pulling himself up. Sarah bursts into the ropes and rushes back with a dropkick, catching Price in the jaw. She follows this up by climbing the turnbuckle, measuring Eric and leaps off with a moonsault double foot stomp!
Zach Davis: Broken Spirit!
However, Price rolls himself out of the way. Sarah lands on her feet hitting nothing but canvas. Price clobbers her with a hard running clothesline to the back of her head. He follows up with some hard stomps to her back. Each stomp of his foot in anger and disdain. Price backs off, ascending the turnbuckle himself and he leaps off with a top rope flying elbow nailing Sarah in the small of her back. He rolls her over for the pinfall.
NO! Sarah shoots a shoulder up. Eric Price is livid.
Shannan Lerch: Another near fall! Eric Price keeping the pressure on now.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight needs to turn this around and do so fast.
Price has a few words with the referee, ironically about the counts. But after realizing he wasn't going to get anywhere with that he grabs a handful of Sarah's hair and drags her over toward the turnbuckle. Keeping a firm hold of her red locks of hair he climbs the turnbuckle, seating himself on the top rope and he pulls her up onto the turnbuckle as well. The crowd boos loudly as he steps himself over the top and places his feet down on the middle rope. He now hooks Sarah up in a suplex position.
Zach Davis: Oh my God! He's going to suplex her to the outside!
Shannan Lerch: He doesn't just want to win, he wants to end her career! This is madness!
Eric grins as he hoists her up, but she wraps her feet around the middle rope and blocks the attempt. He tries again, and again she places her feet to block him. Sarah fires off a few shots to his ribs and uses the opportunity to take him off guard. She pulls back and manages to unseat him from his perch. He goes up and over and both of them come CRASHING down to the canvas in the middle of the ring. Sarah having superplexed him back into the ring instead! Both of them are down and out.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Zach Davis: Wow! Was that ever a close call! Sarah was looking at possibly a broken neck or WORSE if Price had taken her to the outside with that suplex. Somehow she managed to battle back and instead, Price finds himself the one dumped...but into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: But can Sarah capitalize here?
Sarah slowly crawls her way over to Price who is still pretty well out of it and she drapes an arm over him for the pinfall attempt. The referee in position.
NO! Eric Price manages to get a shoulder up!
Zach Davis: This match can go either way. Every time Eric Price gets something going, Sarah battles her way back.
Shannan Lerch: And every time Sarah gains some momentum, Eric pulls another trick from up his sleeve.
After Price is able to kick out, both competitors remain down, trying to collect themselves. The referee contemplates a ten count, however, Sarah starts crawling to the ropes, using them to pull herself up. Eric heads to the opposite side of the ring and also starts using the ropes to pull himself up. Sarah makes it to her feet just a few seconds before Eric and she rushes him with a cross body. However, he catches her and slams her to the canvas with a scoop slam!
Zach Davis: Twilight in some trouble here!
Shannan Lerch: Eric Price again with the momentum. Neither of them have really been able to keep substantial control of this match.
Price begins to stomp away at Twilight, taking his time as he yells at her. Kick after kick he stomps on her legs. With confidence he leans down to once again haul her to her feet, and she in turn reaches up and grabs hold of him, pulling him into a small package pinfall attempt. Price wiggles and kicks frantically as the referee slides into position.
At the last possible millisecond, Price manages to break free.
Zach Davis: And ANOTHER close call there for Price!
Shannan Lerch: He was overconfident and Sarah just reminded him that it can be over as quick as a hiccup. It almost was!
Zach Davis: Almost, yes. But this one isn't over just yet. The momentum is shifting constantly in this see-saw battle!
Price scrambles to his feet as Sarah rolls out to hers. Eric rushes her for a hard kick, but she sidesteps it and instead, Price connects with the referee! The official is down and out as Sarah rebounds with a Russian leg sweep that takes Price off guard. The crowd is on their feet now as Sarah again picks up momentum. She measures Price again and as he makes it to his feet, she is there with unbelievable quickness, NAILING a baseball slide dropkick to his ankles and he smacks the canvas face first. Sarah back to her feet, now looking to end this one.
Shannan Lerch: The tide shifts again! Sarah Twilight now in control. Eric Price in some serious trouble.
Zach Davis: I think he's about to take a trip to the Twilight Zone!
Price appears to be favoring one of his ankles and is slow to make it back to his feet. Sarah waits, stalking him for the opportunity. Price turns to get on one knee and suddenly blasts Sarah in the face with a powder, blinding her.
Zach Davis: There was nothing wrong with his leg, he was faking to get to that illegal substance.
Shannan Lerch: Do you mean he just tossed drugs at her?
Zach Davis: Wha...NO! I mean the powder, whether it's baby powder or Ajax is not legal in the match!
Sarah stumbles around, blinded for the second time in this match. The powder cakes in her eyes mixing with the sweat that has accumulated during this battle. Price shows his leg is just fine as he hops up, taking complete advantage. He grabs hold of a blinded Sarah and Ca$h Flow! Sarah is down and out of it. Price immediately drops down for the cover.
Zach Davis: No referee!
Shannan Lerch: Thank God for that. He is trying to steal this one!
Price is frustrated as all hell as he abandons the pinfall and heads over to the referee, kicking him a few times in an attempt to wake him up. After realizing that there is no hope, he finally just starts dragging the ref over toward Sarah. It takes him a minute to move the dead weight, but he manages to. Now, he resumes the pinfall and he grins, taking hold of the referee's arm.
Zach Davis: On no! He is going to make the count himself. Sending a clear message to Twilight.
Shannan Lerch: Not like this!
Price lifts the referee's arm and begins to count, and FAST...
Sarah manages to kick out of the pin, despite Eric Price's attempt to make the fast count himself. The crowd roars as she breaks free of the pin.
Zach Davis: Eric Price is absolutely beside himself! Sarah Twilight somehow manages to kick out!
Shannan Lerch: And that is a clear message to Eric Price! But how much longer can she hang on? There is no referee and this is exactly the way Eric Price likes it.
Zach Davis: She has to, she has to dig deep and pull this one out. I think she can. Price has tried every underhanded thing he can think of, and it hasn't worked.
Price is indeed beside himself as he rolls to the outside, determined to find something to finish the job. Meanwhile, Sarah's vision is still impaired as she rolls to the side and finds a bottle of water to clear out the powder from her eyes. Eric settles on a steel folding chair and collects it, heading back for the ring. Sarah washes the debris from her eyes and also makes her way back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Watch out Sarah! She has no idea what Price is planning here!
Shannan Lerch: Look at him, he looks crazed!
Eric storms the ring, chair in hand and he races toward Sarah and takes a swing. She ducks it JUST in the nick of time. Price steadies his grip as he raises the chair in his hands once again and turns around. But Sarah doesn't give him a second opportunity to swing. She kicks him DIRECTLY in the GROIN! The chair falls to the canvas and Price doubles over right into Sarah's waiting arms as she delivers The Twilight Zone right ONTO the CHAIR! Price's face hits the steel and he is OUT! The crowd ERUPTS!!!
Zach Davis: Payback! Eric Price got exactly what he deserved right there and this Milwaukee crowd is loving it!
Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight is not one to avoid being underhanded when she has to. And in this case, it couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.
The referee is starting to come to just as Sarah kicks the steel chair out of the ring. She drops down on the unconscious Eric Price for the pinfall. The referee is a bit slow due to recovery, but he makes the count.
The bell rings and the crowd explodes in cheers.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Zach Davis: What a match! Sarah Twilight proving that she does indeed belong where she is in this tournament. Eric Price brought all of the dirty tactics he could to send her packing, but in the end, turnabout was fair play!
Shannan Lerch: Just when you thought all hope was lost, the groin kick felt round the world will have Eric Price signing Soprano all the way back to his hotel room.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight advances in the 2012 WCF Classic. Eric Price, undoubtedly still on his quest for the World Championship....and his possible future date with Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: And now that leaves us with just one last WCF Classic match! What a night!
MURDERRRRRRR! CLIMB ABOARD THE MURDER TRAAAAAIIIIIIIN!!!
The unmistakable music of Hardcore McMurderkill blares through the arena, as a small section of fans erupt in applause. The short, but determined superstar steps out onto the entrance ramp, with a steel folding chair in his hands. He raises it high, as his small, but loyal fan base cheers him on. He steps down to the ring, a smile plastered across his face. He rolls under the bottom rope, and grabs a microphone from the ringside attendant. Once his music dies, he begins to speak.
Hardcore McMurderkill: Over the last few-
He is suddenly interrupted by the sounds of “Night On Bald Mountain” drifting through the arena.
Zach Davis: Oh good lord. This could only mean one thing.
Shannan Lerch: That security in this place has taken a dive?
Slowly, Scott Savage struts out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd boos, as a grin slowly spreads across his face. He already has a microphone in his hand, as his music dies down.
Scott Savage: Hardcore! Hardcore! Since you interrupted me at Shoot to thrill, I only thought it fair that I interrupt you tonight.
Hardcore McMurderkill: and what the hell do you want? You want to finally debut whatever your big fucking surprise is?
Scott Savage: I considered it, however, these fans, much like many of the other crowds we've dealt with, are entirely unworthy.
Hardcore McMurderkill: then what is it. You're wasting everyone's time, and boring the shit out of me!
A larger section of the fans cheer, as Scott chuckles.
Scott Savage: Oh, Hardcore. I promise, I have no intentions of wasting anyone's time. I'm merely here to show you... the light.
On cue, the lights in the arena shut off, plunging them into total darkness. After a few moments, the lights come on, and no a dark haired, leather clad young woman stands behind Hardcore, with his own chair in her hands.
Zach Davis: It can't be!! Is that...?
Shannan Lerch: Yes! That's Kaylyn James Evans!!!
Before McMurderkill can figure out what's going on, Kay swings for the fences, and clobbers him in the back of the head. Hardcore collapses, motionless, to the ground. Kay only stands over him, with a sadistic smile on her face. Slowly, she unfolds the chair, and sets it on the ground. Once that is in place, she grabs Hardcore by the hair, and drags him over to the corner. As she climbs the ropes, she brings him up with her. Once she is sitting on the top, she locks McMurderkill in a half nelson, and leaps off. With great impact, she hits the KY bomb onto the unfolded chair, sending it flying across the ring. Hardcore lays motionless once again, as Scott savage rolls under the bottom rope, and raises the microphone to his lips.
Scott Savage: This is what you can expect. The darkness has descended upon WCF, and THIS is your future!
Scott lowers the mic to Kay's lips so she can say something, Instead she just winks, and Scott laughs, as Dead Girl Superstar by Rob Zombie plays them off.
Zach Davis: What has Scott Savage done to this woman? This is deeply upsetting.
The opening trumpet riff of "White Trash Renegade blares over the PA systems as red and orange strobe lights flash. Suddenly the strobes stop, and Waylon Cash comes running out onto the entrance ramp. He runs back and forth, illiciting cheers from the crowd on either side before dancing his way towards the ring, 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 got the pin on Nathan Von Liebert in order for Genesis to win Hellimination.
Shannan Lerch: NvL is going to be looking for a little bit o’ revenge.
The camera pans to the titantron, where an oak door comes into view. A thump is heard, and the door shakes on its hinges. Several more thumps occur, until the blade of an ax busts through the door. Smoke begins to form on the stage, as a dark figure steps out. Suddenly a woman voice yells out from the speaker.
"No, go away!
Leave me alone!"
Smoke billows down the aisle as the man walks down it to the ring, his identity shrouded in the smog. Meanwhile, on the titantron, the ax makes a large hole in the wood, and a hand reaches in for the door knob, the fingernails painted black. Again the frightened voice rings out as the mystery man slides into the ring.
"Don't you come in here!
I don't want you here.!"
The mystery man watches the titantron now, as the door opens, and the same man standing in the ring, steps into the house. A lightning bolt cracks behind him, equal in volume to the string of fireworks that fire up on the ramp. The man on the titantron rubs his thumb on the door, leaving a bloody smear on the polished oak. He lifts the ax with both hands, as the voice pleads.
"No, No, No, NO!!
The scream is cut off as the man swings the ax. Blood appears to splatter across the tron, and then the name "Nathan von Liebert" is written with a finger painted black. Nathan, who is in the ring, falls on his knees, never taking his eyes off the 'tron until it goes black. He then scans the members of the crowd that he could without contorting his torso.
Zach Davis: There is the bell, and the two men begin circling each other.
Shannan Lerch: This is going to be awesome!
The two men are indeed circling each other. As the circle, they are both talking trash to each other. They get closer and closer, still talking trash to each other. They get rather close and are now just staring each other down, no more trash talking, no more circling. Finally, Nathan decides it a good idea to spit onto Waylon’s face, causing him to double back a bit. Nathan doesn’t waste time taking the advantage here, jumping at Waylon, taking the fight to him with punches to the head. He continues punching at Waylon, pinning him against the turnbuckle. The ref comes over, and begins to pull Nathan off of Waylon. This just pisses Nathan off. He turns and pushes the ref off of him, which gives Waylon the chance to take initiative. When Nathan turns back toward him, Waylon lets a loogie of his own fly right into Nathans eye. As NvL goes to wipe it away, Waylon jumps at the opportunity, throwing punches wildly, pinning him against the opposite turn buckle. The ref has had enough and pulls Waylon off, NvL dropping to the mat, rolling out of the ring to regain composure.
Zach Davis: This match is already filled with the equal back and forth.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah. These two are pretty evenly matches, similar styles, similar attitudes in the ring.
Waylon begins working the crowd up in the ring, while Nathan takes his time trying to plan a new form of attack. Deciding to roll in the ring and try to in one motion, take Waylon down, he gets caught up after rolling into the ring by Waylon’s boot. He begins stomping NvLs head, making NvLs plan unsuccessful. Waylon pulls NvL up, putting him back down with a snap DDT. He lifts ‘The Devil’s Right Hand’ back up, and takes him down with another snap DDT. He rolls NvL on his back and begins climbing the turnbuckle, going for a big move. He makes it as Nathan is getting up, on his feet, yet stumbling. Waylon flies off the Turnbuckle, hitting Nathan with a missle dropkick, sending Nathan outside of the ring. Waylon begins working the crowd again as Nathan starts to stand up on the outside, but Waylon wants to keep his momentum going, and runs to the ropes, running up them and flying off toward Nathan. And for his trouble, he gets a face full of barrier as NvL steps out of the way.
Shannan Lerch: That would have been cool to see. But NvL is smart, and he is constantly aware of everything going on around him.
Zach Davis: That’s true, Waylon has to make more precise attacks to put a guy like NvL down.
Nathan helps himself gain some momentum by slamming Waylon’s head into the barrier. He picks up Waylon, letting him drop on the barrier again. The ref, reaching an 8 count, has to restart do to Nathan rolling in and rolling out. He grabs Waylon off the barrier, hitting him a few times, then sending him into the steel ring steps. Then separate as Cash hits with a very large bang. Nathan is good as using his surroundings, and it shows when he grabs Nathan up over his head, and drops him chest first onto the now broken steps. The ref reaches a 9 count, as Nathan rolls back in the ring. He gets up to the top rope, Waylon rolls over on his back, clear of the stairs, in pain. Nathan smiles as he flips off the turnbuckle, nailing a beautiful moonsault onto Waylon on the outside.
Shannan Lerch: That was one of the most perfectly executed moonsaults I have ever seen.
Zach Davis: Nathan rolls Waylon back in the ring. He could be looking to end this now.
Nathan von Liebert picks Waylon up in the middle of the ring. The crowd is chanting for Waylon, who seems to be in a bad position. He kicks Waylon…STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!!! NvL drops for a pin, the ref coming down for the count…
WAYLON KICKED OUT!!!! Nathan sits up, looking somewhat shocked. He pulls Waylon up again, and hits ANOTHER STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!!!! NvL, confident, drops for another pin.
NO! CASH KICKS OUT AGAIN!!
Zach Davis: NATHAN CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!
Shannan Lerch: CASH WON’T STAY DOWNN!!!
NvL picks Waylon up and puts him in the turnbuckle. He hits the ropes and runs at Waylon, looking for a round house kick. However, Waylon moves, and Nathan ends up kicking the turnbuckle. A shocked face from the vibrations which give Nathan some bad pain. He turns into Waylon, who drops Nathan with a KILLSHOT!! Waylon drops for a pin…
NVL KICKS OUT!!! Waylon slowly sits up…he made a weak pin, and he pulls NvL up with him, hitting another KILLSHOT!!! He drops again, this time hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: NATHAN KICKED OUT AGAIN!!! NEITHER MAN WILL STAY DOWN!!
Shannan Lerch: Both men are fighting not just for the chance to move on in the WCF Classic, but for a chance at the bragging rights of this match. Both of them starting to stir, both get to there feet.
Both men are up in the ring again, and this time they decide to tie up in the middle. Nathan calling for a test of strength. Waylon takes the bait, as he connects with Nathan. But NvL is too smart for that, kicking Waylon in the midsection and pushing him against the ropes. Nathan wraps Waylon up in the ropes…DEMON BOUNCE!!!
Zach Davis: That move has to hurt so bad.
Shannan Lerch:…I find it kinky.
Waylon drops out of the ropes, and Nathan makes the cover.
Nathan stands, claiming victory, and moving on in the WCF Classic.
Zach Davis: Well shit. There it is.
Nathan stands up, an evil smile spreading across his face.
Shannan Lerch: And he faces Sarah Twilight next week! That's gonna be something...
Nathan gets his arm raised as the copyright information appears on the bottom of the screen.
Zach Davis: Nathan von Liebert! Sarah Twilight! Dake Ken! Henri Ducos! Tommy Kain! Roy Speede! Stuart Slane! Benjamin Atreyu! Eight men advance tonight, but next week, it's down to four... see you then!
We fade to black.