Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is once again on the air!
Shannan Lerch: Welcome to Slam! Zach Davis is off due to injury sustained last week... I don't even want to comment on it. Joining me is the new Wednesday Night announcer, Freddy Whoa.
Freddy Whoa: Thank you, Shannan. With a few weeks to go until Explosion, things are really heating up. And hey, Happy St Patrick's Day... our theme song has never been more appropriate!
Shannan Lerch: You said it. We're finally seeing Sarah Twilight get her World Title shot, and it's going to be against Eric Price. We've been waiting for this one for quite a while now.
Freddy Whoa: We sure have! In the meantime, Eric is going to make her life a living hell, I'm sure. Tonight, she goes one on one with Eric's associate, Davey Ortega, with Eric as the special guest ref... yeah, good luck, Sarah, you're going to need it.
Shannan Lerch: Jonny Fly returns to the ring!, and he's one on one with Tek. Prophecy, and Tek in particular, seem to be gunning for Pantheon lately so this is getting personal. We saw Tek particularly vicious in his match against Jay Price last week.
Freddy Whoa: Big Champion versus Champion match, as Christopher Kane faces Jay Price. The Youngest Hero has been highly critical of the stable situation here in WCF, this one could be a hell of a match.
Shannan Lerch: After a big victory last week, Blizzard faces Skyler Striker. Rebellion versus Pantheon. Rebellion has gotten a handful of opportunities coming up at Explosion, and a victory over a legend like Striker would really prove himself to the WCF decision makers.
Freddy Whoa: The returning Adam Young is facing Doc Henry in a Confederate Streetfight for the Confederate Title! Doc Henry has held onto this belt every time it was on the line, so we'll see if he can hold onto it one more time.
Shannan Lerch: We've got Benjamin Atreyu versus Buzzsaw Bundy. Atreyu faces Bundy's ... special friend.. Ana Valentine at Explosion, so this could potentially make things personal.
Freddy Whoa: Waylon Cash and FPV team up to face Vengeance and The Ninja. Genesis and Rebellion have been up against each other a lot lately. To be honest, ever since the Nathan von Liebert and Roxxi Savage situation, however, Waylon really hasn't been the same... we're all hoping that once Waylon actually faces Nathan at Explosion, things get better for him.
Shannan Lerch: Jesse Styles debuts in the WCF tonight, facing the one and only Ana Valentine! We've also got John Gable up against Magnus.
Freddy Whoa: And for our opener, Judge Mental, Deuce Maximus, John Thomas, and Steeltoe Joe are going at it.
Shannan Lerch: ALSO! Hank Brown has travelled all the way to Japan to get an exclusive interview with the one and only Gein Spector, former WCF Hardcore Champion... can't wait to see that.
Suddenly 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: Ladies and Gentlemen....would you please welcome at this time...."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.
Shannan Lerch: Well it looks like we're being joined out here by the number on contender to Eric Price's World Championship.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! She's gorgeous! Da-ay-um!
The exquisite redhead is dressed casually for the time being. A pair of black denim jeans, black Nike sneakers with a green swoosh on the side and a white crop top covered in green shamrocks. The crowd continues to go ballistic. Sarah is handed a microphone as she smiles, looking out among the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: Happy St. Patrick's Day St. Louis!
The crowd pops.
Sarah Twilight: Come on you guys. You know how it works. Let me hear you!
The crowd POPS insanely for the Mistress of Mischief.
Sarah Twilight: That's more like it! I can feel it. The luck of the Irish is loud and proud here tonight!
More HUGE pops.
Sarah Twilight: Now, where can we find someone around here who is Irish? Hrmmmm?
She places her finger on her chin playfully as if she was unsure on this one. The crowd almost immediately shouts out in unison.
Sarah looks around, listening to them. She points at herself in a questioning manner.
Sarah Twilight: Me?
Sarah Twilight: Oh! It must be the red hair.
She laughs, casually twirling the ends of her beautiful locks between her thumb and forefinger.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa this is pretty awesome. Sarah's out here just having a good time with the crowd.
Shannan Lerch: Don't let that fool you. She is as hardened as they come when she competes.
Freddy Whoa: No doubt on that.
The crowd continues to soak up this moment with Sarah as she speaks.
Sarah Twilight: Well one thing we know for sure is that Davey Ortega isn't Irish....I mean, he's named after salsa or something. I don't know, he isn't even important.
The crowd laughs loudly.
Sarah Twilight: And Eric Price...well he wanted to be Irish, but he couldn't meet the prerequisites. You know, cause the Irish are always willing to fight. Well that and....you can't be a coward little BITCH like Eric is!
HUGE pop from the crowd as they begin to chant.
Crowd: ERIC IS A BITCH! ERIC IS A BITCH! ERIC IS A BITCH! ERIC IS A BITCH!
Sarah Twilight: So tonight we begin our celebrations. Today it is festive and joyous as we wear our green, drink lots of alcohol and just have a grand old time. Good music, good food and great fun. It's what this day is all about, and I want everyone to enjoy it. Even Eric and Davey.
More loud cheers that turn to some boos at the mention of Eric Price and Davey Ortega.
Sarah Twilight: But today is only the beginning of OUR celebration.....that's right. Eric and Davey won't be celebrating with the rest of us on this one. You see, in fourteen days, we will continue to celebrate after I beat Eric Price in the middle of the ring. After I end his reign of cowardice and as I walk away from Explosion as the very FIRST woman to EVER hold the WCF World Championship, we will have a celebration that rivals even the BEST St. Patrick's Day party you've ever seen!
MASSIVE POP from the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: Mark my words Eric. Tonight might be fun and games. But your time is slowly running out. That clock is winding down and at Explosion you are going to find out the meaning of the phrase 'Fighting Irish' first hand! And with that...there is only one thing left to say to you....
She holds out the microphone to the capacity crowd in St. Lousi.
Crowd: TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!
Shannan Lerch: A confident Sarah Twilight looks as ready as I've ever seen here. She is set to challenge Eric Price for the World Championship in just a few short weeks. This will definitely be Eric's toughest challenge to date. But later tonight, Sarah must first get through Davey Ortega. With Eric Price as the referee, I'm not sure if that is even possible.
Freddy Whoa: I mean Whoa! I got goosebumps. I am looking forward to see that fight come Explosion. But you right, something ain't right with Eric Price out there to help his boy in his match against the lovely Sarah Twilight. If anyone can do it though, it's this chick for sure!
Sarah exits the ring, mingling with the fans as she makes her way toward the back.
All four men are in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I can't wait to call my first match on Slam!-
John Thomas Clotheslines Deuce Maximus over the top rope as Judge Mental runs at Steeltoe Joe. Joe catches Mental and hits THE BAPTISM! Joe quickly pins him.
Freddy Whoa: ...That was fast. Sadface.
Shannan Lerch: Did you just say "sadface"? Save corny stuff like that for Wednesday night, Freddy.
Joe's music hits and he celebrates in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Regardless... we're starting off with a victory here tonight for Genesis!
Scene opens in the halls of WCF headquarters. "The Mack" Steve Orbit is strutting down the hall, dressed in a purple tux with a matching top hat, gator boors and draped in gold. Gone is his usual carefree aire. With a noticable scowl on his face, he stops in front of a door... Jonny Fly's office. Orbit bangs on the door.
Steve Orbit: Fly!
After a moment, the door unlocks. A young woman opens the door, holding the top of her blouse together as if she'd just thrown it on. Orbit winks as he slides past her and into Jonny Fly's office. Fly is seen standing, his back to the camera, looking out the large window behind his desk. The girl disappears off to the side somewhere, out of our view.
Jonny Fly: How can I help you, Orbit?
Steve Orbit: You mind tellin' me what the fuck is goin' on? I gotta beat you or I'm fired?
Fly turns around and takes a seat at his desk, facing Orbit.
Jonny Fly: Yes, that's correct. Jonny Fly versus Steve Orbit at Explosion-- you lose the match, you lose your job. What's there to explain?
Orbit breathes heavily, and puts his fist to his mouth, as he tries to find calm words to question the decision that's been made by the owner of the WCF.
Steve Orbit: Why? Why me? Look man, if you wanna fight me, that ain't no problem. Whoever, whenever-- I'm down. But puttin' my career on the line? I don't get it.
Jonny Fly: I can see that you don't get it. The fact is that you should be thanking me.
Steve Orbit: Thankin' you for what?
Jonny Fly: Yes. Call this...motivation. You need it.
Steve Orbit: Who the fuck are you to tell me what I need?
Jonny Fly: Your boss. The Chief Executive Officer of the Wrestling Championship Federation. I'll be honest with you Steve, you're the only of your Genesis friends that I can even stand watching. Yet, you are by far the most disappointing. You've been here a little while now and what have you actually accomplished?
Steve Orbit: You know damn well what I accomplished. I been a Television Champion, Tag-Team Champion, and I was the United States Champion of the Year! Longest US title reign in WCF history. That ain't enough?
Jonny Fly: *Yawn*
Steve Orbit: Okay Fly, let's hear it. Tell me what YOU think I should be.
Jonny Fly: Think about it, Steve. Your tag-team partner, Cash, he has a World Title. FPV has one. Roy Speede had his long, albeit overrated, Hardcore Title reign. Sarah Twilight is going on her third World Title shot and throws herself at a television camera as much as possible. You're being overshadowed by you're own friends, and you appear to be perfectly content with that.
Steve Orbit: So what you sayin', I should leave Genesis? Because you say so?
Jonny Fly: You can do whatever you want in that regard. I'm saying I've faced every single member of Genesis, and I've beaten each and every one of them. More so than anyone, I'm qualified to tell people who the best wrestler in that group is. My problem is that person, you, Steve, doesn't even fucking know it.
Steve Orbit: I ain't gonna sit here and say nothin' bad about my friends, Fly. You talkin' about my family, homie. Every one of us is good, and we know it. If you don't watch yourself, you gon' know it, too.
Jonny Fly: Yeah, I doubt it. We can go back and forth about this all day. The fact is, Orbit, you're going to have to do the, well, impossible to keep your job. You're going to have to beat me. It's really a win-win for me. In the likely event that I do win, I send a message loud and clear that I demand the best out of everyone, every week, no exceptions. Underachievers like you...
Steve Orbit: Underachiever?! [laughs] Don't you dare fuckin' call me that. I've done more than 80% of your roster could even dream of.
Jonny Fly: As I was saying; I demand the absolute best in everyone. If I win, I make that message loud in clear. If I lose, well, then you Steve Orbit will finally have a signature win in your career, something you can hang your hat on and something that will help you wrestle attention away from your limelight-crazed Genesis brethren.
Steve Orbit: Look man, I ain't got nothin' to prove to you, or nobody. But if this is the way you want it, there ain't shit I can do about it. Truth be told, I've wanted a match with you since day one... because I know I can beat you, Fly. I know I can. So we'll have our lil' match at Explosion, no problem. But I plan on keepin' my job, so... I'll just have to do what it takes to keep it. No problem.
Jonny Fly: Heh. This ought to be interesting.
The two men lock eyes for a moment, before Orbit snickers and begins to walk away. He stops short and turns around, facing Fly once again.
Steve Orbit: Just one more thing. When I DO beat you, what's in it for me? It don't seem fair that I got so much to lose, but nothin' to gain. Oh, except a win over "the great" Jonny Fly.
Jonny Fly: That's the spirit, Orbit. Managing to beat Jonny Fly surely has rewards on its own, but that should never be enough. In this business you have to take, take, take. You beat me Orbit, and I'll make sure you are handsomely rewarded.
After a brief silence, Orbit nods towards Fly, turns and walks out of the office. Fly looks at some papers on his desk, until the girl at the beginning of the scene returns, seductively moving towards Fly. Fly motions for the camera to cut, and we fade out.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.....
“Things That You Oughta Know” by Chronic Future blasts over the P.A. System.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...from Clevland, Ohio...weighing in at two hundred and twenty one pounds....he is JOHN GABLE!
John Gable enters through the current wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a leather jacket acting as if he was trying not to be noticed. He looks out to the crowd while trying to hide his face. He steps down the ramp as Humphrey Craig followed with a sign reading “future Oscar recipient”. John Gable slides into the ring and rips off his 'disguise'.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
The Russian Flag proudly waves over the WCF video screen as an octet of singers walks out on stage, four men and four women to a row of microphones as the music starts up and they sing the Russian National Anthem
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Siberia and weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds....he is "The Siberian Lion" MAGNUS!!!
Magnus walks out from the back, proudly waving the Russian flag, the crowd nearly drowning him out in an even louder chorus of boos and " Russia Sucks" chants. Magnus is unphased by the crowds reaction as he walks down the ramp and towards goes to walk up the stairs but ends up getting into a verbal exchange with a member of the front row before turning back towards the ring, raising the flag up high and finally getting in. Magnus proudly waves the flag around the some more as the octet slowly quiets and Magus waits for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, it's about to get serious. I can feel it.
Shannan Lerch: Whatever, let's just get this thing started. The sooner that Russian is out of here the better.
Referee Peter Laos calls for the bell and neither man wastes any time. A collar and elbow tie up to start things off. Gable takes Magnus over with a quick arm drag. Magnus gets back to his feet and Gable again tries for an arm drag, but Magnus hops out of it, now catching Gable with a belly to belly suplex. Gable lands on the mat and Magnus leaps to the top turnbuckle, taking off for a stomp. Gable rolls out of the way and Magnus catches himself, landing on his feet.
Gable rolls back to his feet now and the two circle each other a few times, each man throwing in a "test" grab at the other, getting a feel for what pace was going to be set. Again, the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Magnus shooting into a side headlock. Gable with the shove off and Magnus into the ropes. On the return, Magnus with a double leg grab takedown and Gable slaps the mat in frustration after being taken down again.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Very fast paced action here to start with. Gable showing signs of frustration early on.
Shannan Lerch: He'll settle in. All of this showboating crap from that damn Russian is going to tire him out. That's when Gable will capitalize.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa whoa whoa! He isn't showboating, he's competing! You need to get off of this Russian hate trip.
Magnus moves in, keeping the offensive pressure on Gable, who suddenly burts out with a dropkick to Magnus's knees. "The Siberian Lion" falls forward and hit the mat face first. Gable capitalizes immediately as he hits the ropes and nails a running knee to the face that connects squarely against Magnus' jaw. He rolls him over quickly for the pinfall. Laos in position.
And Magnus shoots his shoulder up!
Gable is undetered as he remains in control. He gets to his feet quickly, pulling Magnus up with him and immediately takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. Magnus hits the mat hard and arches his back up in pain. The attempt at relief is short-lived as Gable follows up with a jumping leg drop for good measure. Gable stands ready, waiting for "The Siberian Lion" to get back to his feet. As Magnus does make it back to a vertical base, Gable uses the middle rope to shoot himself off with a flying forearm, though Magnus meets him with a dropkick to the chest instead.
With Gable now down, Magnus takes a moment to regain himself and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Gable begins to stir just as Magnus reaches the top. However, as Gable does pull himself back to his feet he is immediately send back down to the canvas courtesy of a diving cross body. Magnus remains positioned on top of Gable after the impact, hooking the leg. Laos again slides into position.
THR--No! Gable is able to get his shoulder off the mat.
Freddy Whoa: And a few near falls here already! WHOA!
Shannan Lerch: I'm telling you, this is going to tire him out.
Magnus remains focused after the unsuccesful pinfall attempt and takes hold of Gable's arm, he pulls back into am arm scissors, but Gable instead rolls into it for the counter, grabbing hold of Magnus's tights for extra leverage as he pins all of his body weight down against "The Siberian Lion". Laos once more back down for the count.
Magnus forces his way out just before three!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He tried to steal it right there! But Magnus manages to kick out!
Shannan Lerch: Damn it! So close!
Gable scrambles back to his feet as does Magnus. "The Siberian Lion" for a roundhouse kick, but Gable ducks and instead pulls Magnus down into a backslide. Peter Laos is again there to check the shoulders.
TH--NO! and another kick out by Magnus!
Both men quickly back to their feet and this time Magnus uses his agility to get the jump on the Rebellion member, taking him down with a running forearm. Gable hits the mat and rolls back to his feet. Magnus still all over him as he now blasts him with a clothesline. Gable goes back down and Magnus now taking a running start into the ropes, Gable staggers back to his feet, a bit unbalanced after the onslaught and he is caught right in the temple with 'In Soviet Russia...Wizard Shines You"( a flying shining wizard.) The force of the blow sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the outside.
"The Siberian Lion" gets himself a head of steam once more as he launches himself over the tope rope and to the outside with a suicide dive that barrels into Gable. Both men crash into the floor with the impact. Our ref now begins his ten count.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Did you see that?!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, real smart, hurt yourself in the process! Stupid Russian!
Neither man is stirring right now as the momentum took its toll on Magnus just as well as it had Gable.
Magnus begisn to stir now. He slowly struggles to also pick up Gable and get him back to the ring. However, Gable takes an opportunity out of desperation and grabs the front of Magnus's tights, using them to pull him forward and Magnus is sent head first into the ringpost!
Shannan Lerch: That's one way to ring his bell!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa there girlfriend. Do you even listen to yourself sometimes?
Shannan Lerch: Of course I do. It's how I have been avoiding paying any attention to you.
Gable now struggles to get Magnus back into the ring. He finally manges to get "The Siberian Lion" up near the apron. But the ten count is still going on.
Gable manages to roll Magnus into the ring and quickly follows after him, stopping the ten count. Now covering "The Siberian Lion" after the ring post tactic, Gable is looking to end this. Magnus looks to be completely out of it. Laos checks the shoulders and slides into position.
THRE--No! Somehow, Magnus manages to kick out before the count of three!
Shannan Lerch: What?! Come on ref, that was three if I ever saw it!
Gable almost jumps out of his own skin with anger and frustration as he begins screaming at Laos, insisting that the count was three. Magnus is starting to stir on the mat and Gable finally abandons his argument with with the ref.
Shannan Lerch: Gable having words with the ref but to no avail. He needs to keep his attention on Magnus.
Now returning focus to "The Siberian Lion", the wheels are starting to turn as Gable looks ready to pull out all the stops. Magnus begins making it back to his feet, but is only planted back into the canvas with a DDT. Gable again goes for the cover, this time positioning his feet on the middle rope for added leverage. Laos doesn't notice this as he checks the shoulders.
THRE--NO! Magnus still manages to kick out somehow.
Shannan Lerch: What kinda crap is this? Learn to count, ref!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa hold up. There is nothing wrong with the officiating here, Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: He needs to count faster, dammit! And seriously, must you constantly say 'whoa' about everything? It's irritating!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa that ain't necessary. I'm just doing my job. Dayum.
Gable is less than thrilled. Nonetheless he gets back to his feet, ready to deal out as much punishment as necessary to keep Magnus down. He hauls "The Siberian Lion" back to his feet only to be stunned by a jawbreaker! Magnus gets back into this now as he's bought himself some breathing room. However, he doesn't take a moment's rest as he now has an opportunity to capitalize on. And capitalize he does as tosses the dazed Gable up and over with a belly to back suplex. Gable crashes down on the mat hard and the momentum has shifted back into Magnus' favor.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Magnus has an opportunity here. He's shifted things back in his direction!
"The Siberian Lion" once again makes his ascent to the top turnbuckle and stands, measuring Gable. John makes it back to his feet and turns around just in time to be taken over with a flying headscissors! Gable is sent sailing across the ring by the momentum. This has Gable quite dazed and he staggers back to his feet only to be met again by Magnus as a foot snaps swiftly across the side of his head. Step-up Enziguri by Magnus.
He opts to once again head for the top. However, this time, Gable purposely stumbles himself into the ropes which causes Magnus to lose his balance and he falls down, straddling the top rope before falling to the canvas.
Shannan Lerch: That was brilliant! Gable showing up this fool yet again.
Freddy Whoa: I believe it was desperation. There was no real thought to that. That wasn't even a whoa moment.
Gable stumbles to his feet, and is a few steps quicker than Magnus. As Magnus gets to his feet as well he staggers right into Gable's waiting arms and the City Lights! It connects FULL force but the impact also further dazes Gable as he bounces away from Magnus just from the momentum and he is unable to capitalize with the usual dragon sleeper cincher immediately. The crowd boos loudly at this turn of events. Though luckily for them, Gable is still dazed a bit and holding his head as well.
It takes him a moment to regain himself enough to crawl back to his downed opponent and he drapes his arm over for the cover. Laos is down in position and makes the count.
Shannan Lerch: It's over! It's over!
THREE--NO! Magnus just BARELY gets his shoulder up!
Shannan Lerch: No! There's no way!! He should have been done!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! DAYUM WHOA! Magnus somehow manages to get a shoulder up! This is unbelievable! These fans here are loving every moment of this high paced contest!
Gable can't believe it! He is losing it and you can see the frustration mounting on his face. He slams his fist down into the mat a few times, getting highly agitated. He forcefully yanks Magnus back to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle with the hardest irish whip he's ever executed. The momentum and force sends Magnus tumbling upside down into the turnbuckle, sending him to the top, and he rests in a dazed, seated position now, perched on the top. Gable rushes in after him. He perches himself on the second rope and grabs hold of The Russian. But Magnus shoots a few elbows back at him, knocking Gable down to the mat.
Unphazed, Gable rolls back to his feet quickly and hops back to his perch, but again, some hard elbows from Magnus knock him back. Magnus is able to reposition himself to face forward. By this time, Gable is right back after him. Magnus respons with a hard side kick to the head. Gable stumbles back. Magnus, still positioned on the turnbuckle...he stands and dives off for a HARD shoulder tackle off the top! He catches every bit of it anknee tod Gable is floored onto the canvas. Magnus is back to his feet as he measures Gable now and as the former actor makes it to his feet, Magnus RUSHES at him for the Russian Superiority. However, Gable still has the pressence of mind to avoid the devastating knee and instead counters with Some Like It Hot! He jumps up, wrapping his legs over Mangus' abdomen as he pulls him down for the damaging DDT with almost flawless execution and even the capacity crowd is impressed. Gable immediately covers. Laos is there for the count.
Shannan Lerch: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner....JOHN GABLE!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA DAMN! John Gable with the victory! Gable is successful here in a hard fought battle. What a night, what a match!
Shannan Lerch: Haha! I love it, that Russian was put in his place! John Gable is my hero as of this very moment! Thank you! Thank you for knocking that Russian ego down a few pegs!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, someone needs to let up on the caffeine. For real.
The camera flickers on to reveal the image of Hank Brown sitting on a bench in what appears to be a locker room. He holds a microphone up to his lips as he smiles.
Hank Brown: Hello WCF fans. I am her at Korakuen Hall in Tokyo Japan. I've been sent here on special assignment to interview a former WCF talent about the Hardcore Hell match. That man, of course, Gein Spector.
The camera pans back to show Spector sitting on the bench next to Hank. He's let his hair and beard grow a little, and has adopted a slightly less severe look. He slowly wraps his fists with white athletic tape as he speaks.
Gein Spector: Good to see you again Hank. Let em first say, I honestly can't believe another Hardcore Hell match has been sanctioned.
Hank Brown: That gets right to the meat of why I'm here. That Hardcore Hell match is a match where a cage is erected around the ring, and then a giant cell is lowered over that. Nine different weapons are secured to the ceiling, and the only way to win is by pinfall or submission.
Gein Spector: You forgot the barbed wire.
Hank Brown: Right, there is also barbed wire surrounding the top of the inner cage. Why don't you tell us a little about the Hardcore Hell match. Do you think WCF was wrong to sanction another one?
Gein thinks for a minute, as he tears the tape, and smooths it over his wrist. He flexes his hand back and forth, making sure he has full motion.
Gein Spector: Wrong isn't the word I would use. Dangerous, risky, an amazing match, but if Waylon and NvL want to risk their lives that way, that's their call. It's a hell of a match. All the hyperbole used to describe other matches, hellish, career threatening, demonic, it all applies to this match. Any number of things could happen that could end a man's career in an instant. It's the kind of match you ask for only if you're willing to kill yourself to paralyze your opponent. It is a match full of hate, and evil violent acts. It's definitely something I wouldn't do again.
Hank Brown: You mentioned Waylon Cash, the man who beat you in the last Hardcore Hell match. He is in this one as well. What sort of insight can you give us into what it's like standing across the double cages from him specifically?
Gein Spector: Waylon... he is an interesting man. He's pretty laid back, but if you piss him off, he turns into an animal, and I have a feeling NvL has pissed him off way more than I did. I definitely don't envy him at the moment. With Waylon... something in his eyes changes. I can't exactly describe it. It's like he's tapping into a dark part of his brain. He turns on some sort of hate mechanism in his head, and loses any sense of right or wrong. All he wants to do when that happens is kill. I saw it in his eyes the night we met, and I knew I was in a fight for my own survival. I didn't like that feeling.
Hank Brown: Do you feel like you have any advice you could give to NvL?
Gein chuckles, as he thinks about it, and begins to stretch.
Gein Spector: I'm not sure there's anything I could say that would help much, but I'll try. Nathan... fight like your life depends on it, and for god's sake, don't let him use those damn thumbtacks. That shit hurts.
Hank Brown: Thank you very much for your time Mr. Spector, and good luck with your match tonight.
Gein Spector: I don't need luck. I'm good.
Suddenly, Blake Updegraff IV walks into the shot.
Blake Updegraff IV: What the hell are all these cameras doing here? I told you not to do any interviews. Hank?! Why don't you stop bothering my client, and go back to those ignorant, brutish American fans. We're about to go out in front of an audience of REAL wrestling fans.
Blake grabs Gein, and rushes him out of the room, leaving Hank to look on, confused.
Shannan Lerch: Up next, the lovely and talented Ana Valentine takes on our newest addition to the WCF roster, Jesse Styles. Some stiff competition for the newcomer right off the bat!
Freddy Whoa: Ana Valentine is like whoa! I hope this Styles fella know what he getting into.
Shannan Lerch: Well we're about to find out what the young man is made of. Ana Valentine, Jesse Styles...it happens now!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall....
The lights dim and blue strobe lights hit the rampway. A song plays over the speakers.
"I hurt myself today.....too see if I still feel....I focus on the pain.....the only thing that's real.....the needle tears a hole.....the old familier sting.....try to kill it all away....but....I remember anyway....What have I become....My sweetest thing....Everyone I know goes away....In the end!....And, you could have it all my empire of dirt... I will let you down i will make you hurt."
Kyle Steel: Making his WCF debut....from Chicago, Illinois...weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds....."The Hype" JESSE STYLES!!!
"Hurt" by Johnny Cash continues to play over the speakers and out steps the Owner of New Edge Wrestling Jesse Styles himself wearing black jeans, his black wife beater, black boots, and black sun glasses. He slowly walks down the ramp with a bit of that cold look across his face, just ignoring fans that are booing him loudly
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
'Don't Cha' by the Pussycat Dolls hits the loudspeakers and the crowd begins to roar.
Kyle Steel: From Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing in at one hundred and nine pounds...she is "The Pristine Princess" ANA VALENTINE!!!
Ana walks down the ramp to pink pyro’s shooting off behind her. She pauses at the steps to the ring to blow kisses to the crowd. She then steps into the ring bending low to slip between the middle and bottom rope.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Now that is what I like to see in an entrance! Dayum!
Shannan Lerch: Control yourself, sheesh!
Referee Charles Whitman calls for the bell as the two start in a collar and elbow tie up with Jesse gaining the quick advantage as he forces Ana back against the turnbuckle. Whitman calls for the break and Jesse makes the clean break. They start again circling each other and Jesse goes back in for the tie up but Ana with a quick hip toss. Jesse back to his feet quickly. Ana nails a dropkick sending him right back down.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Some fast paced action here and Ana looking quite impressive already.
Shannan Lerch: She has been impressive as of late. Jesse Style is going to have a tough time with her, that's for sure.
Freddy Whoa: Despite the size advantage to Styles, this girl's skills are whoa! Unbelievable man!
Shannan Lerch: And to think, I have to listen to this all night...yay me.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, you ain't gotta be like that now.
Jesse gets back to his feet again and Ana delivers another dropkick, but Jesse steps away from this one. He capitalizes as Ana falls to the mat and applies a step over leg lock, setting himself in optimal position to apply torque. Ana cringes and reaches for the ropes. They are just inches away. Whitman steps in to ask Ana if she quits. She shakes her head no and struggles even more for the ropes. Jesse pulls her back away from them as she almost gets a hold of one. Ana yells out in pain but refuses to quit, finally using all her strength to turn her body and shove Jesse off, breaking the hold.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Close call there for Ana.
Jesse moves right back in as he pulls Ana to her feet, but she starts right off with punches, backing him off and lands a flying headscissors out of nowehere, regaining momentum. As Jesse wobbly makes it back to his feet his is brought down to the canvas again with a cutter courtesy of Ana Valentine. She goes for the cover.
Jesse manages to get a shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I thought she had it there! This guy has some damn fight to 'em.
Shannan Lerch: Jesse Styles looking to impress in his debut no doubt.
Ana hauls Jesse back to his feet and he catches her unexpectedly with a thumb to the eye. Charles Whitman issues a warning but the tactic worked. He takes full advantage of her momentary blindness, nailing her with a DDT. He clenches his fists and outstretches his arms, letting out a loud yell. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, that ain't cool. Dude outweighs her by like a hundred an' fifty pounds an' he gotta stick thumbs in her eye?
Shannan Lerch: The strategy seems to have worked however.
Freddy Whoa: Man, this ain't right.
Jesse gets to the top turnbuckle looking for Death from Above, but Ana is back up and she rushes to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of the newcomerand she PLANTS him with Cupid's Bow from the TOP ROPE! Jesse is down and out of it as Ana stays with him for the pinfall. Whitman in position.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA! LOOK AT THAT!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner....ANA VALENTINE!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That was something! That Styles cat tried to steal it, but that sexy thang Ana Valentine was ready for 'em. She had that dude's number the whole dang time.
Shannan Lerch: Jesse Styles did all he could to walk away with victory, but Ana Valentine maintaining her status as one of the WCF's top competitors. Solid performance by Ana here tonight.
Waylon Cash sits in his locker room, a towel draped around his neck. He stares at the locker in front of him with a stone faced glare. Slowly, he turns to the camera, but his expression doesn't change.
Waylon Cash: Before I talk about what I really wanna talk about, I feel like I should say somethin' about last week... Eric, you and your little circle jerk group can do whatever you want. Frankly, I ain't got the time to get involved in your catfight with Sarah. I got bigger things to worry about, so good luck to you. OH, and the t-shirts that said I heart Eric Price, nice touch... if it was 1998. You can win all the matches you want, but until you stop pullin' bush league crap like this, ain't no one gonna take you seriously.
Waylon wrings his hands, as his eyes shift around the room quickly, almost as if checking for intruders. He scratches at his beard, and looks down at the floor for a few moments.
Waylon Cash: Nathan... you got your screen time, and you pissed me off. I have a feelin' that's what you wanted, though. What I'll bet you didn't expect was what effect it was gonna have on you. You got yourself in a whole mess of trouble, son. You got yourself involved in Hardcore hell. You might be thinkin' it's no big deal, but this is a nasty match. Most men ain't even got the guts to show up for somethin' like this. I'll tell ya, there've only been three Hardcore Hell matches ever, and I been in two of 'em. Your odds ain't looking' good goin' into this one.
Waylon grins, as his mind drifts back to the memory of almost destroying Gein Spector inside the evil double cage.
Waylon Cash: Hardcore Hell is somethin' that's gonna take a lot of time off both of our careers. It's gonna be bloody, violent, and possibly tragic. With all the anger I got built up inside of me, I might just kill you at Explosion. When they lock that door, and I see the weapons hangin' from the ceiling, I might just get a little excited. When I see the barbed wire around the top of the inside cage, visions of your funeral might start dancin' in my head, and I might just get carried away. I might hang you upside down, cut you open, and watch you bleed to death. We're gonna have to put a disclaimer at the beginnin' of this one, and I'll tell ya this, everything I do to you at Explosion... you'll deserve every second. You're a disgusting pile of garbage, and I hope to God I put you out of our misery at the Pay Per View. My advice: stay the fuck away form me until then, or you ain't even gonna make it that far.
Waylon pushes the camera away, and the image fades out.
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, Scott Savage following behind him. Sliding under the bottom rope, Waylon runs and jumps onto the second turnbuckle. He raises his fist high in the air, soaking up the cheering of the fans. He jumps down, and stretches out his limbs.
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" 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.
The bell tolls twice in the start of the song. When the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance he slowly raises his arms as four individual burst of fire come from each ring post one by one as arena lights slowly turn on.
The arena lights go dark.
"Well I am ninja,
The song becomes slow to silence. Suddenly, Walls of Innocence by Egypt Central is blasted through the arena. Suddenly, pyro is blasted on stage. The Ninja is standing on the titantron, hands on hips with a belt. The crowd starts to cheer. He glides down through the rafters. Nearby the ring, he lets go of the buckle and leaps down on the ring. He lands on his feet and gives the crowd an intense stare. He climbs up the turnbuckle and looks at the crowd. He raises his arm. He gets off and performs a kata. Then, he warms up.
Freddy Whoa: Tag team action coming up. Big test for Rebellion, a team of two former World Champions.
Ninja starts for his team, Cash for his. Cash runs at Ninja and Clotheslines him down before stomping at him. Ninja rolls out of the ring and Cash gives chase. However, that allows Ninja to get the upper hand by catching Cash with a kick to the gut unexpectedly. Ninja then hits him with a Roundhouse Kick, but still, Waylon won't go down. Ninja grabs him and throws him into the guardrail, with the fans near Cash urging him on. Ninja runs at Cash but Cash hits a Back Bodydrop, sending the Ninja into the crowd!
Shannan Lerch: Watch out, fans! He'll kill you!
The ref is telling them to get back into the ring, which Waylon does. The Ninja throws himself over the guardrail then rolls back in. As Ninja gets up, Cash hits him with a Running Dropkick, sending him stumbling backwards into the Genesis corner. Cash tags in FPV.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Frank Patrick Venable!
Frank gets into the ring and lifts Ninja up onto the top. Frank gives Ninja a shot to the stomach before climbing up with him.
Shannan Lerch: He's setting him up for....
Frank goes for the Top Rope Enziguri, but Ninja is able to shove him off before he can hit it! Frank hits the mat, still standing, and Ninja launches himself off...
Freddy Whoa: FIST OF FURY!
Ninja hits his top rope punch! Ninja quickly pins FPV, hooking the leg.
No! FPV gets the shoulder up!
Shannan Lerch: What an upset that would've been!
Ninja gets up and tags in Vengeance. Vengeance comes in with a head of steam, Spearing Franky down. Cash enters the ring, only to get hit by a Superkick!, sending him flying back out. Vengeance then grabs FPV...
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the Last Rights!
Vengeance picks FPV up for the Jacknife Powerbomb, but FPV shifts his weight and flips over him, rolling him up in a pin!
No!, Vengeance kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: Close call for Vengeance!
Both Vengeance and FPV get to their feet and FPV ducks a Big Boot attempt by Vengeance, before taking him down with a huge Brainbuster!
Freddy Whoa: Great move!
FPV tags Cash back into the match. Cash climbs to the top...
Shannan Lerch: Waylon Cash has just gotten high!
Freddy Whoa: ...High up on the top rope...
Cash flies with a Swan Dive Headbutt onto Vengeance! Into the pin!
No!, Ninja breaks it up!
Freddy Whoa: Genesis almost had it there!
Ninja gets back onto the apron as Cash gets up. He picks Vengeance up and throws him across the ring, which allows Ninja to reach and tag himself in. Cash hits Vengeance with a Drop Toehold, but then turns and is met with an STO from Ninja!
Shannan Lerch: Surprise STO!
Ninja pins Cash.
No! Cash kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: This is anybody's matchup!
Both Cash and Ninja stumble to their feet, turn, dive, and tag their respective partners.
Shannan Lerch: And we're back to Vengeance and FPV!
The two meet in the middle and begin to brawl as Cash and Ninja roll out. FPV gets the upper hand, dropping Vengeance with a Jawbreaker. FPV then begins climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: FPV, going high risk... I think he might be going for a Moonsault?
But Vengeance is able to get up quickly, position himself back-against-the-turnbuckle, facing FPV, and hits his Powerbomb!
Shannan Lerch: LAST RIGHTS!
Vengeance drops down and pins FPV, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
Shannan Lerch: Rebellion wins again!
Rebellion's music hits as Vengeance gets to his feet, being joined in the ring by Ninja. FPV holds his head in pain.
Freddy Whoa: Welp Rebellion continues their momentum leading up to Explosion, where they have some of their biggest opportunities yet, including Vengeance's Hardcore Title shot!
“Am I Psyscho” Plays and the arena goes dark and red and white pyro goes off from the sides of the stage. (Chris Jerhico’s pyro that goes up and down.) The lights come back on and there is a Cherokee Winters is there wearing a mask that looks like Tek’s she starts to walk down the ramp. She gets to the bottom of the ramp and open spreads her arms wide while she smiles and the spotlights start to look over the arena for Tek. The crowd goes crazy in one area of the arena. The spotlight and camera finds the roaring crowd and there is Tek. He is making his way through the crowd. He is slapping fans hands as he is on the way to the ring he jumps the barricaded and goes to where Cherokee is and she helps remove the hoodie and Tek takes off the shirt and throws into the crowd and then gets in the ring and gets on the turnbuckle and puts his gloves together and shows his name on the gloves. Cherokee gets in the ring and stands in the center of the ring while Tek is asking for a microphone. He walks to the center of the ring where Cherokee is and starts to talk.
Tek: Last week I was in the main event against Skyler and Jay Price and in a later tonight you will see me in a match against the boss Jonny Fly, but I wanted to take some time and no demand time and what I want I get. Now last week STJ and I didn’t win the match. Now I could be like Eric Price and go and I will use my Eric Price voice “I didn’t lose the match STJ did.” But I helped in that result so to STJ am sorry brother and to all the members of Genesis am sorry as well. We didn’t get the job done and I take my fair share of the blame.
Crowd starts to chant “WE STILL LOVE YOU, WE STILL LOVE YOU!”
Tek: Thank you everybody. But there was something I need to say. When I went to break up the pin count on STJ, Jay Price got in the way and stopped me. Now I see Jay you got in the way and stopped me from doing what I was supposed to do and that was to help my brother. So now I have an issue with you. See, I was fine with tag teaming against you so I can learn what it takes to beat you, but now see you took way a victory from me, well Jay I am going to take something away from you and that is THE U.S TITLE!!!!!!
Crowd goes crazy over what Tek just said and Cherokee is trying to get the crowd even more pumped up and is getting the crowd to chant with her “WILDCARD, WILDCARD, WILDCARD!”
Tek: Now Jay we all know your thinking “Well it won’t be tonight.” Well no fucking shit. You are in a match already and that is against the dual champion Chris Kane. I have a match against your friend our boss your stable mate Jonny Fly.
The crowd cheers for that.
Tek: So Jay what do you say YOU AND I FOR THE U.S TITLE!! Are you going to man up or are you going to cower away?
Tek lowers his microphone as he stares up at the stage, almost as if he's daring Price to come out. Seconds turn into minutes and there's no sign of Price as the crowd begins to grow restless. A smirk comes over Tek's face as he realizes Price isn't going to come out to respond.
Tek: There you have it everyone! Jay Price is nothing more than a cow-
"4 Words To Choke Upon" hits the speakers as Tek looks annoyed at being cut off. Jay Price strolls out from the back wearing a navy blue suit with a little American flag pin on his collar and the WCF United States Title slung over his shoulder. He too looks a little bit annoyed as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring. Price walks over to the center of the ring where Tek is standing and asks for the microphone. Tek obliges and then steps back, a smirk on his face as he waits to hear what Price has to say. Price stares him down for a few seconds and then raises the microphone.
Jay Price: You....want a shot at this United States Title? You?
Price taps the title belt with his free hand as Tek nods yes.
Jay Price: You? Tek?
Tek again nods yes, this time looking a bit annoyed.
Jay Price: You do realize that you have never won a match against me, right?
Tek shouts out something that the microphone doesn't pick up.
Jay Price: Look, Tek, you're not a bad guy. Hell you're one of the few knuckleheads running around WCF that I can stand, even though you're part of Genesis. But you have to face facts kid. You've done nothing as of late to warrant a United States Title match. Hell, at this point if Seth was still in charge you'd have been thrown into one of his infamous "Get Eliminated and You're Fired" Battle Royals. And you know what Tek? Your ass would have been the first one to get a pink slip.
The crowd begins booing Price as a "WILDCARD" chant breaks out.
Jay Price: So in response to your little challenge for a match for my United States Title, I'm going to give you an emphatic "No.". And if I could give you just a bit of advice, you might want to start looking for a new career path because this one is obviously not for you.
Price drops the microphone to the mat with a thud and turns to leave. Tek angrily grabs the microphone from the mat and raises it.
Tek: What? Just like that you're going to walk off? I didn't know Stuart Slane was still the United States Champion.
Price, who was halfway through the ropes on his way out of the ring, pulls himself back inside and goes nose to nose with Tek.
Jay Price: You want to say that again?
Tek: I said I didn't know that Stuart Slane was still the United States Champion. What happened to the "new kind of champion"?
Tek lowers the mic and grins as he sees the anger on Price's face. Price isn't amused as he reaches out and snatches the microphone from Tek's hand.
Jay Price: You want a match? Fine, I'll give you a match at Explosion you little son of a bitch. But I'm telling you right now Tek, when I'm done with you you're going to be wishing that I had fired you instead.
Price roughly shoves the microphone into Tek's chest before turning and leaving. "4 Words To Choke Upon" hits as Price makes his way up the ramp, holding the US Title above his head. The camera zooms in on the smile on Tek's face as we go to commercial.
Freddy Whoa: As we roll on here tonight, coming up next is Benjamin Atreyu vs Buzzsaw Bundy.
Shannan Lerch: Atreyu certainly on a roll, lost a bit of momentum last week but he will keep rolling on this week. Bundy losing a number one contender’s match for the People’s Title last week looking to gain momentum as well.
The sound of a chainsaw being pull started reverberates through the arena, as “The Lumberjack” by Jackyl starts playing all over the Pepsi Center. As the lyrics start, Buzzsaw walks out pausing on the stage to raise a fist. The crowd pops and he makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans. Grabbing the top rope, he steps onto the apron, and over the top rope into the ring. As he prepares for his match, he removes his flannel shirt, revealing his muscled body.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Forks, WA, standing at 6’ 11”, weighing in at 365 pounds, Buzzsaw Bundy!
Freddy Whoa: Bundy making his way down to the ring here, this crowd cheering for him.
Shannan Lerch: This should be an interesting matchup.
Shannan Lerch: This crowd definitely behind Bundy here tonight.
“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: And his opponent, hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" Benjamin Atreyu!
Crowd boos loudly
Freddy Whoa: And Atreyu ever so confident especially after securing himself a spot in the Trilogy Cup and a shot at the coveted WCF World Title.
Shannan Lerch: True.
Freddy Whoa: But tonight is not about the World Title, tonight Atreyu has to get through Buzzsaw Bundy, no easy task but Atreyu, like him or not proves week in and week out that he deserves his spot as this match gets underway.
Shannan Lerch: And we have Bundy and Atreyu approach either immediately and Atreyu looks Bundy over as if to evaluate him and slaps the taste out of his mouth.
Freddy Whoa: Not a smart way to start this match I think. And Bundy looks incensed here but has no time to react as Atreyu quickly grabs Bundy for a DDT and I can’t believe it, he actually nails a DDT this early in the match on the big man.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Freddy Whoa: But a kickout with authority from Bundy. He just threw Atreyu to the edge of the ring. Looks like Atreyu wanted to end this matchup quickly and get Bundy out of the way.
As Bundy is down from the DDT and is recomposing himself, Atreyu decides to strike Bundy with his elbow right to the chest.
Freddy Whoa: And looks like Atreyu is really vicious here tonight as he strikes Bundy with his elbow, again, and again, and again. Whoa, 5 times with his elbow here.
Shannan Lerch: Is Atreyu going to pull off a victory against the big man here tonight?!
Freddy Whoa: And no, Bundy kicks out again with authority! Atreyu looking to put Bundy away very early in this match up as Bundy now coming to and looks ready to fight here. This crowd chanting for Bundy.
Crowd: Let’s go Bundy! Let’s go Bundy! Let’s go Bundy!
Bundy slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He raises his hand up for the crowd and they cheer for him!
Shannan Lerch: The crowd’s on his side here. But Atreyu is now running toward Bundy, going to try and clothesline him in the corner here.
Freddy Whoa: Bundy however manages to stop him here and he’s got him by the neck here and chokeslam! Connects! Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And Atreyu barely kicks out of that one. A strong showing from both men in the early going of this match. Atreyu and Bundy both trying to get some momentum. Arguably Bundy needing the momentum more here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: True although Bundy needs to stay focused on this match, having the people on your side does not win you matches as Atreyu can well attest to.
Freddy Whoa: Atreyu is still down right now as Bundy is getting up, he’s grabbing Atreyu by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear Atreyu down here.
Shannan Lerch: And Atreyu appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Freddy Whoa: Lifting his arm and no, Atreyu is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to Bundy, and another elbow to the gut of Bundy here as he’s forced to break the hold. Atreyu dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Shannan Lerch: And Atreyu now getting himself up as he looks to be on the attack. He goes after Bundy but oh no, Bundy lowers the ropes and Atreyu goes over. And now a smile on the face of Bundy.
Crowd: Bundy! Bundy! Bundy!
Bundy raises his hand with a smile on his face here as Atreyu is down on the outside.
Freddy Whoa: Bundy is truly a fan favorite as the crowd cheers for his every move here.
Shannan Lerch: Both men have been very resilient thus far but Atreyu can’t allow the chants to get to his head. He has to keep his focus on simply beating Bundy here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I think Bundy wants to make a name for himself in WCF and win some titles. He has to win some matches before that can happen however.
Freddy Whoa: Atreyu regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Bundy now landing an elbow to Atreyu in the gut over and over trying to wear him down and Atreyu has not really been able to get almost any offense in this matchup. Bundy really continuing to take it to Atreyu here and looks like he’s grabbing him here and he’s setting him up for a bear hug.
Shannan Lerch: But Atreyu knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to push Bundy away toward the ropes. Bundy coming back however and grabbing Atreyu again. Atreyu managing to push Bundy down one more time and quickly jumps up on Bundy and grabs him by the face and brings him down and a cross face to Bundy.
Freddy Whoa: Atreyu pplies the crossface to Bundy, Bundy in pain here. But Atreyu also trying to keep that crossface locked in on the big man here. You can feel the agony of Bundy as he is trying to get to the bottom rope here.
Shannan Lerch: Inching closer, almost there. But wait Bundy slowly breaking the lock, Atreyu trying to hang onto it and Bundy manages to break the submission hold.
Freddy Whoa: Bundy recovering here but Atreyu is shocked that Bundy could break the crossface. Bundy is getting up and Atreyu is trying to sneak by but Bundy meets him first with a hit right to the face. Atreyu throws a punch at Bundy, and another, and another. But Bundy hits one well placed punch to Atreyu right in the face.
Shannan Lerch: Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And Atreyu manages to get his shoulder up. This has been an even contest so far, Bundy and Atreyu both showing why they are in wrestlers and why they belong here in WCF!
Shannan Lerch: Both Bundy and Atreyu putting on a great match here, really pushing each other.
Crowd: Bundy! Bundy! Bundy!
Freddy Whoa: The crowd of course behind Bundy here.
Shannan Lerch: Nevermind that, Atreyu also needs to remain focused on this matchup.
Freddy Whoa: And what’s Atreyu doing now as he gets up, he’s arguing with the referee as Bundy runs at him but Atreyu slips out of the way and oh no, the referee gets hit. The ref is down and out for a bit.
Shannan Lerch: The crowd shocked here as is Bundy. Bundy comes again toward Atreyu and oh no Atreyu grabs him and he’s setting him up for it.
Crowd boos loudly
Freddy Whoa: And now Atreyu calls for it, the Requiem in D Minor and here we go and he connects, facebuster, whoa, that’s gotta hurt. Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And Benjamin Atreyu wins this match.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner, self-proclaimed “God Given Greatness” Benjamin Atreyu!
Shannan Lerch: And Atreyu celebrating by getting up to the top rope as Bundy is still in pain here.
Freddy Whoa: A great contest, both men giving it their all but Atreyu clearly the better man here tonight and looking forward to continuing on in the Trilogy Cup in two weeks at the Explosion PPV.
Shannan Lerch: Indeed, with a World Title shot on the line for Asesinato De Mayo in May, definitely a lot at stake for him.
Freddy Whoa: Atreyu slides out of the ring now content with his victory as the crowd boos him loudly.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Shannan Lerch: Regardless of that, he has momentum on his side now for sure.
The jumbotron in the arena loses it's blackness and exhales life. The audience pops catching sight of Logan backstage. His eye sockets are covered with thick black plastic shades and a wrinkled black leather jacket clings to his body.
A box of red wine sits by his feet and a magicmaker of the same color is clutched within his hand. He's drawing hearts on the locker room door of Sarah Twilight.
Freddy Whoa: ... yikes!
Shannan Lerch: Whoa!
Freddy Whoa: What?
Shannan Lerch: Huh?
He guzzles a little wine back before giving the door of Sarah a soft gentle loving pelvic thrust.
Shannan Lerch: Dirty bastard.
Logan walks off with his wine and a arkward laugh. The tron fades to black, leaving limegreen lettering on the screen that reads, "3/31/pelvic thrust".
Shannan Lerch: All right folks, next up we've got a match that is sure to get violent. Adam Young versus Doc Henry in a Confederate Street Fight for the Confederate Title!
Freddy Whoa: This should be one heck of a m- wait a second! What's that? I'm being told that there is something going on backstage!
We quickly cut to the backstage area where Adam Young and Doc Henry are tangled up in a fistfight in one of the hallways backstage. Henry pushes Young off of him and into the wall before going to town on his midsection with some quick punches.
Shannan Lerch: Well it looks like these two didn't want to wait for the match to start.
At that moment a group of officials enter the scene and fight to get in between them. By the time Young and Henry are finally seperated, Jay Price has decided to make his presence known. There's a pop from the crowd for the CFO.
Jay Price: All right, you two don't want to start things off in the ring? Fine. You (Price points out one of the referees holding back Henry), you're in charge of this match. Ring the god damn bell and let them at it.
Price waves his hand and walks off as the bell is sound. The officials holding the two men back all run off leaving Young and Henry to go right back at it as the referee scoops up the Confederate Title and hands it to the cameraman to hold. Young now has Henry backed up against the wall and he drives his head back against the concrete. Henry shakes it off and Young connects with a right to the jaw that has Henry reeling. Young now grabbing Henry by the head and he starts leading him down the hallway.
Shannan Lerch: And we're back folks, sorry for that delay in commentary. This street fight is officially underway in the back by orders of the CFO, Jay Price.
Freddy Whoa: I still can't believe he's one of our bosses. Guess you slept with him too soon.
Henry now fighting back as Young leads him down the hallway, landing a left jab to the kidneys. Young's grip is loosened and Doc rams his shoulder into Young's gut, driving him back into a doorway. The door gives and both men spill into the small janitor's closet that doubles as Sethcretary's office. Luckily Sethcretary is elsewhere as Young falls onto the card table that doubles a desk, causing it to collapse. Doc quickly tries for a pin attempt on the clutter but Young pushes him off before the referee can even start the count. As Doc starts to get back to his feet, Young grabs a stapler from the clutter and smacks it into Doc's temple. When Henry puts his hand up to his head, Young takes the stapler, opens it up and jams a staple into Doc's exposed stomach.
Shannan Lerch: What is this? Jackass?
Doc howls in pain at the sting of the staple and Young shoves him back out into the hallway. As Doc tries to pull the staple from his stomach, Young grabs Seth's folding chair and throws it at Doc, hitting him in the side. Young now walking out into the hallway and he delivers a forearm to Doc's head. As Doc slumps against the wall, Young reaches down and retrieves the chair. Young now swinging the chair but Doc ducks it at the last second and Young makes contact with the wall. He drops the chair and it's Doc with a spinning heel kick that takes Young to the ground. Doc again with a quick pin attempt.
But Young quickly kicks out before the one count. Doc now grabbing Young by the hair and he leads him down the hallway. The camera starts to follow the action when Seth Lerch walks down the hall from the other end. When Seth reaches his office he lets out a yell.
Seth Lerch: WHAT THE HELL? MY OFFICE!
Seth then notices his broken stapler.
Seth Lerch: MY SWINGLINE!
Seth drops to his knees and curses God for letting this happen as the cameraman hurries to catch up with the action.
Freddy Whoa: Your brother is just weird.
Shannan Lerch: Yeeeah, but he's family.
The cameraman catches up with the action as Young and Henry are trading shots in front of a crowd of fellow wrestlers. The scene looks like a scene from a middle school playground as chants of "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" break out. Henry blocks a right from Young and shoves him into a door. Doc now lowering his head and runs right at Young, spearing him through the door!
The two men land inside of the women's locker room and end up knocking over a stack of bags that had been set up. The top bag hits the ground and spills open sending lacy bras and underwear everywhere.
Shannan Lerch: NOOOOOOOOOO!
Shannan is devastated as her most intimate of apparel is in plain sight for the world to see. With Young still down on the ground, Doc grabs one of the bras, feels up the fabric and then wraps the strap around Young's neck. Doc now trying to choke the air out of Adam Young's body with a bra as Shannan Lerch rips off her headset and runs to the backstage area. With Doc trying to strangle him to death, Young gets his hand on another bra and stars whipping the strap backward at Doc's face. He finally connects with Doc's eye and Doc is forced to let go. As Doc covers his eye, Young grabs one of the thongs from the ground and tackles Doc to the ground, stuffing the undergarment into his mouth. As Doc tries to breath through the fabric, Young begins raining down blows. Shannan Lerch then runs into the room.
Shannan Lerch: GET AWAY FROM MY CLOTHES YOU BASTARDS!
As Young looks over to see what's going on, Doc realizes who's underwear are stuffed in his mouth. He quickly begins to desperately pull them from his mouth before he chokes on his own vomit. Young, not wanting to get puked on, rolls off of him. Shannan begins gathering up her things as Doc spits out her thong and begins dry heaving.
Freddy Whoa: Uhh...we don't normally do this but I think we really need to go to commercial.
And we do just that.
And we're back from commercial with Adam Young and Doc Henry now duking it out in the catering area.
Freddy Whoa: In case you're wondering what's going on, let's get you quickly caught up from what happened during the commercial. These two mutually agreed to get the hell out of the women's locker room and away from a very angry Shannan Lerch. Their fight resumed back in the hallway and they fought all the way into the catering area where we are now.
Adam Young now taking Doc Henry's head and smashing it into one of the many tables set up with food on them. Young grabbing a tray full of cupcakes, he raises it in the air and then swings it down, connecting with Doc's back and sending cupcakes everywhere. Young now grabbing one of them and he mashes it into Doc's hair. Adam now grabbing Doc by the hair and he pulls him up from the table, but Doc catches him off guard by bitch slapping him with half of a club sandwich. Young tries to wipe the mayonnaise from his eye and Doc grabs a punch bowl and smacks him upside the head with it. Young drops to the ground, dripping with sticky fruit punch, and Doc covers him for the pin attempt.
But Adam kicks out at one. Doc now looking around for something else that he can get his hands on. He spots a wedding cake, which for some reason isn't too odd to find at a wrestling show, and starts to go for it when he spots a tray of pies. As Young starts to get up, Doc grabs the first one, winds up and throws it. The pie explodes all over Young's head and he goes down to one knee. Doc fires a second pie and Young goes down. Doc grabs a third pie, starts to throw it and then decides to dig in for himself. Tossing the pie off to the side, Doc runs over to Young and drops an elbow across the chest. Doc with another pin attempt.
Young with the kickout at one and a third. Doc pulls Young up to his feet by his hair as the catering staff rushes to save the rest of the food. Doc shrugs his shoulders and leads Young over to a set of double doors before shoving him through them. Young lands on his back on the asphalt in the rear parking lot as Doc's eyes light up at the sight of all the cars. Meanwhile, Shannan Lerch has finally made her way back to the announce booth.
Shannan Lerch: Immature jerks. I had to throw out one of my thongs because that idiot threw up all over it.
Freddy Whoa: Eesh, come on Shannan we don't want to scare off viewers.
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on, it's not like none of them have ever seen puke.
Freddy Whoa: Actually I was referring to you talking about your underwear.
And back to the action as Doc Henry has Adam Young laid out across the hood of a beat up looking Honda Civic and is laying into his chest with chops. Young has finally had enough as he rolls off of the hood and onto the ground. He starts to crawl off when Doc grabs him by the foot. Doc starts to turn him over when Young lands a kick to the gut that pushes him off. Young now scampering between two cars and Doc takes off after him.
Shannan Lerch: I swear to god if those two mess up my car...
Freddy Whoa: I never heard you say that all those times my car got destroyed!
Doc has apparently lost Adam Young as he's still searching for him. Young sneaks up behind him, drops down and delivers a low blow! Doc doubles over and Young opens up the door of one of the cars and smacks it into Doc's head.
Shannan Lerch: I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!
Doc's still on his feet but he's feeling it. Young now pulling Doc over and propping him upright against the inside of the open door. Young takes a few steps back and then runs at Doc before leaping up and hitting a stinger splash that pushes Doc and the door backward.
Shannan Lerch: AHHHH!
Once again Shannan Lerch rips off her headset and runs from the booth.
Freddy Whoa: This is the greatest day of my life.
With Doc on the ground and the door badly bent backward, Young goes for a pin attempt.
But Doc gets the shoulder up just after the two count. Young looks a little pissed that Doc isn't staying down as he pulls him to his feet. Young pulls him in and sets him up for the Damnation into the car door when Shannan Lerch runs out into the parking lot.
Shannan Lerch: GET AWAY FROM MY CAR YOU JERKS!
It's enough of a distraction for Doc Henry to get himself loose and get a measure of revenge as he hits Young with a low blow. Young is doubled over as Henry leads him out to the front of the car and sets him up for a German suplex. Shannan lets out a scream of rage as Henry hits it, sending Young crashing into the hood of the car and badly denting it. As Shannan is left to cry over the damage, Doc places his hand on Young's chest for the pin attempt.
Young somehow gets a shoulder up just before three as Doc looks shocked.
Freddy Whoa: What is Doc Henry going to have to do to keep Adam Young down? Or is the question really, can Doc keep Adam Young down?
Henry seems to have something in mind as he hits Young with a few quick punches to the face before rolling him down off the hood and onto the ground. Doc now climbing up onto the hood and then the roof.
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap what is he doing?
Doc takes a step back and then runs forward before leaping off the car's roof and hitting the All-In! Doc writhing in pain but he gets a hand on Young's chest.
Freddy Whoa: And Doc Henry retains!
The referee helps Doc to his feet and hands him the Confederate Title. Doc looks like he's ready to collapse but raises an arm into the air in victory. He starts to walk off when he spots a merchandise vendor nearby. Doc now walking over to him as the referee moves to check in on Adam Young.
Doc Henry: You got one of those Confederate Title replica belts?
Doc Henry: I'll take one.
As the referee is trying to wake Young back up, Doc walks over to him and drops the toy Confederate Title on his chest.
Doc Henry: There, now you finally got one of your own.
Doc walks off back to the building as we go to commercial.
Shannan Lerch: Blizzard versus Skyler Striker coming up next! Rebellion versus Pantheon!
“ Unforgiving2” by Metallica starts playing as the arena turns blue. White and blue pyros go off on the stage as low laying fog fills the entrance ramp Blizzard comes down slapping the hands of fans as he enters the ring he stands on the second turn buckle pointing at the fans then raising his arms as lights come back on.
Freddy Whoa: Here’s Blizzard, the Rebellion member.
Blizzard makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Quite the opportunity tonight for Blizzard, taking on the Hall of Famer Skyler Striker.
“With our hands held high we're screaming..."
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Striker!
The crowd scream 'whoa-oh whoa-oh oh' and in doing so introduce Skyler Striker. Striker makes his way to the ring in his usual fashion, focused and determined. Once inside, he stands in the center of the ring and bows his head, his arms outstretched and fists clenched. He then opens his palms to the audience, causing white pyro to explode from the ring posts. Striker throws his effects out of the ring and prepares for the match.
Shannan Lerch: We’re about ready to go!
Striker stretches on the ropes before making his way to the center of the ring where Blizzard awaits.
Ding, Ding, Ding!
Freddy Whoa: You taking odds on this one, Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: You have to go with the heavily favored Skyler Striker, but don’t sleep on Blizzard. He’s hungry.
Striker and Blizzard two lock up with Striker gaining the advantage and backing Blizzard into the corner. He drives a knee into Blizzard’s gut and slaps him across the face, and transitions it into a quick neckbreaker. Blizzard hits the mat hard. Striker smiles in satisfaction of his work, and gets back to his feet. Once up onto his feet Striker decides to execute a standing moonsault and after connecting immediately goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: Quick cover attempt…
Kickout by Blizzard.
Freddy Whoa: Nothing doing there. It’ll take more to keep the big man down.
Shannan Lerch: How big do you think he is Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Well, he’s listed at…
Shannan Lerch: That’s not what I’m talking about.
Freddy Whoa: Ugh. Gross.
Striker gets to his feet, and pulls Blizzard up with him. Striker whips Blizzard into the ropes, and on the rebound, Blizzard catches him with a clothesline. Blizzard bounces off the ropes as Striker gets to his feet, and Blizzard drops him with another clothesline. Blizzard goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: Blizzard’s turn here for the quick cover…
Shannan Lerch: I can’t believe that didn’t earn him a three-count.
Freddy Whoa: Heh. Good one.
Blizzard and Striker both get back to their feet. Blizzard attempts to run at Striker, but Striker anticipates it and takes Blizzard to the mat with a superkick. Not done yet, Striker runs over to the ropes, springboards off the bottom rope and hits a flying elbow into Blizzard’s midsection.
Shannan Lerch: What a combination by Skyler Striker! He’s got the leg hooked!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Blizzard is able to kick out!
Striker gets back to his feet and smirks before climbing to the second turnbuckle. Striker stares down at Blizzard, waiting for him to get back to his feet. As Blizzard gets his feet back underneath him, Striker jumps off the turnbuckle and takes him down with a flying missile drop kick. Striker spins right back to his feet and tries to bring Blizzard back up with him, but the big man has other plans and shots an elbow into Striker’s midsection.
Shannan Lerch: Smart move by Blizzard to stop the bleeding there. Striker can inflict a lot of damage in a short amount of time, Blizzard needed to get the momentum back.
Blizzard quickly rises back to his feet. After trading punches with Striker, Blizzard is able to get an advantage and quickly execute a suplex. Striker gets right back to his feet, but Blizzard drops him with a DDT. Blizzard proceeds to send several boots to Striker’ face that he follows up with a leg drop.
Shannan Lerch: Blizzard is simply punishing Skyler Striker right now.
Freddy Whoa: He’s having one hell of a showing tonight, that’s for sure.
Blizzard helps Skyler Striker back to his feet. Striker approaches and swings with a right hand. Blizzard ducks it, then responds with a HUGE uppercut knocking Striker backwards. Skyler shakes it off and approaches again looking for a right hand, but Blizzard grabs hold of him and lifts him up in the air onto his shoulders…
Shannan Lerch: Blizzard is looking for the ‘Perfect Storm!’
Freddy Whoa: If he hits this, this match is going to be over.
Hits it he does. Blizzard completes the powerbomb maneuver and then drops to the mat for the cover.
Shannan Lerch: BLIZZARD WINS!
Freddy Whoa: Wow! What an upset here tonight!
Blizzard rises to his feet, his hands lifted in the air in victory. As he’s announced as the match winner he takes another look at Striker down on the mat and smiles.
Shannan Lerch: I think it’s clear that Blizzard, just like the rest of his Rebellion teammates, are trying to show the world that they are for real…and they should be feared. What a victory for him tonight!
Christopher Kane walks through the hallway, one title belt slung over each shoulder as he runs his hand along the sterile, white wall. A faint smile hangs on his face as he steps slowly through the arena. In the middle of his walk, he is rudely thrown up against the wall, as a large hand closes around his throat to keep him from talking. The man holding him against the cold, brick wall is Scott Savage, who looks to have murder on his mind. He glares at the smaller man for a while before speaking.
Scott Savage: Listen to me, you little shit stain. I know you think you have some secret about me, and it's cute, but you need to realize that what you think you know is bullshit. You have a choice, you can either keep your mouth shut, or find yourself in a world of pain. If you decide to blab what you THINK you know, it will end very poorly for you. Do you understand?
Chris tries to speak, but his face is beginning to turn purple from the pressure on his throat.
Scott Savage: No need to answer now. Understand this: Doctor LaVey always said that the power in a secret is greatly diminished once that secret is revealed. In your case, it may actually end your life.
Scott lest go of the young man, who drops to the ground, gasping for oxygen.
Scott Savage: I am a very powerful enemy, Chris. You do not want to upset me further, I promise you it would be a mistake. One you would not soon be able to forget. Think wisely on your next move.
Without another word, Scott walks away, leaving Chris to try desperately to regain his breath.
The beginning of "The Air That I Breathe" by All That Remains begins to play as people rise to their feet. A few moments pass by as out steps "The Youngest Hero" Christopher Kane. He motions for people to get to their feet if they're not already. Christopher begins to walk to the ring, slapping hands with the many fans who have their hands out over the guard rails. The WCF fans are cheering loudly for Christopher Kane as he hops up onto the ring apron before going to the turnbuckle and heading up to the top buckle. He raises his arms into the air for more noise before jumping into the ring, making a roll and popping back up to his feet. "The Youngest Hero" backs off into a corner and waits for the match to begin.
Freddy Whoa: Time for our Champion vs Champion match! Next up, Jay Price.
But instead, Master of Puppets hits.
Shannan Lerch: That isn't Jay's music!
Freddy Whoa: I'm new, but I do believe that is your brother's theme.
Indeed, Seth Lerch steps out from the back. Microphone in hand. From inside the ring, the Television Champion eyes him, annoyed.
Seth Lerch: Well-
A "SETH-CRE-TARY" chant begins ringing throughout the arena. Seth glares at the fans before continuing.
Seth Lerch: You fans haven't seen me for quite a while, mostly because Fly and Pantheon has been having me do paperwork behind the scenes, and not letting me have a chance to get out here. But, as you all know, I AM allowed to make one match every show.
Kane is getting bored, not sure what this has to do with him.
Seth Lerch: And, as you know, Chris, the Television Title is supposed to be defended on every show. Now that your dad isn't here to protect you, I'm going to make sure that rule is followed every single week. Which is why you WILL defend the Television Title.. TONIGHT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! We thought this was going to be a Non-Title match, but it looks like Jay Price is getting a shot at the Television Title!
Seth Lerch: ...but, Jay Price will NOT be getting a shot at the Television Title.
Freddy Whoa: ....oh.
Seth Lerch: Chris, you're going to wrestle in two matches tonight. Let me introduce to you your opponent....
Seth drops the mic and goes to the back.
Shannan Lerch: Where is he going?
The theme from Jackass begins playing as Seth Lerch comes back, pushing Jack "The Jackass" Carnie through the curtain in a shopping cart. Carnie stands up in the cart as it rolls full speed down the ramp. When it crashes into the side of the ring, he'll be propelled violently through the ropes and slide across the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Well-
As Jack Carnie flies through the ropes, Chris catches him and hits him with a Cutter!
Shannan Lerch: HERO CRUSHER!
The bell rings as Chris quickly pins Jack, hooking his leg.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That was fast!
Shannan Lerch: Possibly the fastest match in WCF history!
Seth angrily leaves the ringside area, his one match this week ruined. Carnie rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Can we please get to our real match now please?
"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 strolls out from the back carrying a bag of popcorn. He'll take a moment to pause at the top of ramp and look out at the crowd as he taps the US Title belt wrapped around his waist before he makes his way down to the ring. He'll stop by the announce table, pop a few kernels of the delicious buttery treat into his mouth and then set the bag down before rolling in under the bottom rope. He'll then walk over to the corner, unstrap the belt from around his waist and then take a seat on the top turnbuckle as he holds the belt over his head. His music will then fade out as he stays in the corner until the start of the match.
Shannan Lerch: Well, after all that craziness, here is the United States Champion, Jay Price. Hopefully Seth doesn't have any jobbers to sick on him.
Freddy Whoa: The Hero Crusher versus The Downfall, here we go!
Kane and Price circle each other before going to tie up. Instead of actually grappling, Kane switches behind Price, waits for him to turn around, and then goes for the Hero Crusher right away!, but Price has it well scouted and pushes Kane away. Kane hits the ropes and Price grapples him from behind, hitting a Release German Suplex!
Shannan Lerch: Great move! Rookie mistake by young Christopher Kane, going for a finisher that Price would be so familiar with so early in the match.
Kane hits the mat hard. Price kips up as Kane struggles to his feet. Price throws Kane to the ropes and then hits him with a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker as he comes back. Price quickly drops and pins the Television Champion, hooking the leg.
No! Kane gets the shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Christopher Kane hasn't come this far in the company, and taken the Television Title from Sarah Twilight, by not being tough. He IS tough.
Price gets to his feet and runs at Kane, hitting an Elbow Drop. Price then grabs Kane by the neck and executes a Snapmare before locking Chris into a Chinlock.
Shannan Lerch: Jay is wearing Chris down, smart move on his part.
Freddy Whoa: Didnt you two have a thing a while ago, Shannan?
Shannan Lerch: I.... don't want to talk abuot it.
The fans begin getting behind Christopher Kane, with a chant of "YOUNG-EST HER-O!" ringing throughout the arena. Price looks around, part annoyed, part apathetic. However, Chris begins gathering energy from the crowd, slowly working himself up with their support. Once to a vertical base Chris is able to elbow Jay in the gut several times and break free. He then grabs Jay's head and hits him with a stiff elbow to his face.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Followed by several stiff kicks to Jay's shins, then another elbow to his head, and finally a Snap Suplex. Kane goes for a pin.
No! Price gets the shoulder up.
Shannan Lerch: Jay is practically a WCF legend, and a former World Champion. It's going to take more than that to beat him.
Freddy Whoa: Keep in mind, Chris was trained by a Hall of Famer and multi-time Champion... so... I think he knows that.
Kane gets back to his feet as Price struggles to get to his. Kane runs to the ropes, Springboards, timing it so Price is to his feet, and hits a Hurricanrana into a pin!
No! Another kickout!
Shannan Lerch: Close, but still no cigar!
Freddy Whoa: Good, because he's too young to smoke.
But Chris quickly jumps to the top and flies off with a Moonsault into another pin!
NO! Jay kicks out again!
Shannan Lerch: It only takes on second, one pin, to get the win. You never know.
Chris Kane backs off, done with high flying moves for the time being. But he's ready for one move in particular.
Freddy Whoa: He's going for another Hero Crusher!
Chris grabs Price's head, but Price shoves Chris off, sending him flying into the referee. Chris squashes the referee between himself and the turnbuckle.
Shannan Lerch: Oh great. This is never good.
As Chris stumbles backwards, Jay catches him from behind and hits him with a vicious Low Blow.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Come on, Price, dastardly!
Shannan Lerch: This is the same way he beat Stuart Slane!
Price then rolls Chris up, but naturally, there is no ref to count. And then... the lights go out.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Why are the lights out!?
Shannan Lerch: We don't know, idiot! But we will in a second!
The lights come back on...
Freddy Whoa: OBLIVION IS IN THE RING!
Oblivion grabs Jay Price, lifts him up into the air and hits him with the 5150!
Shannan Lerch: 5150! Oblivion hits it!
Oblivion quickly grabs Christopher Kane and pulls him on top of Jay before leaving the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Christopher Kane doesn't want to win like this!
NO! PRICE KICKS OUT!
Shannan Lerch: DAMN!
Jay Price kicked out!
Freddy Whoa: Why did Oblivion attempt to help Kane? I could see him attacking Price, but... putting Kane on top for the pin attempt? I don't get it!
Shannan Lerch: There's a lot you don't get, Freddy.
Christopher Kane is coming to and he can't believe it. He pulls Jay to his feet....
Freddy Whoa: JAY PRICE HITS THE DOWNFALL OUT OF NOWHERE!
But before Price can pin the Youngest Hero, TEK enters the ring!
Shannan Lerch: TEK! What is he doing here!?
Tek runs at Price and hits the Shiranui!
Freddy Whoa: Hatchet Job! Hatchet Job from Tek!
The referee has no choice but to call for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: A disqualification victory for Jay Price!? Aw come on... I can't "WHOA" that!
Shannan Lerch: Good.
Tek stomps angrily and mercilessly at the United States Champion. Kane rolls out of the ring as the bell continuously rings for some unknown reason. Tek grabs Price's United States Title and waits for Price to stumble up..
Freddy Whoa: No.. no..
Tek runs at Price and hits him in the face with it!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Hey, I got to say it after all!
Tek gets back up but JONNY FLY RUNS OUT FROM THE BACK!
Shannan Lerch: I'd say our next match is about to begin .... NOW!
Shannan Lerch: Ugh... I don't want to be attracted to him, but God damn is that a fine man.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Shannan. Too much information. Anyway, Jonny Fly is a beast. This guy said to himself, alright. I've been World Champion three times in a year, how much higher can I go? What's better than that? Oh, I know, I'll just OWN THE COMPANY. WHOA.
DING DING DING!
Medics help Price up and to the back, as Christopher Kane heads to the back as well. Fly attempts to brawl with Tek until retreats to the outside.
Shannan Lerch: Aw come on, be a man, Tek!
Freddy Whoa: He's being smart and slowing the pace down. Fly has too much adrenaline to compete with him right now, after Tek attacked his Pantheon bretheren.
Tek rolls back into the ring and the two men meet in the center of the ring, circle each other before a moment before the tie-up. Fly goes behind Tek with a hammerlock. Tek quickly spins out of it, connecting with a high kick to Fly's head as he does. Fly shakes it off and they tie-up again, this time Tek gets Fly into a side headlock. Fly shoves Tek off towards the corner--
Freddy Whoa: Tek leaps off the second turnbuckle and catches Fly with a backflip kick!
Fly goes to a knee. Tek closes in, hitting Fly with elbow smashes before landing a dropkick. Fly falls forward onto the mat-- Tek rolls him over and pins him.
Shannan Lerch: Kickout, nice try Tek. It's gonna take a lot more than that to beat Jonny Fly.
Freddy Whoa: I'd like to point out that this is essentially a Genesis versus Pantheon match, and last week, Jonny Fly called out "The Mack" Steve Orbit for a match at Explosion. The stipulation is if Orbit loses, Fly's gonna fire him! Whoa.
Shannan Lerch: Hey, the Mack had a good run. Thanks for coming.
Freddy Whoa: I'd say he could be Fly's secretary, but I believe that position has already been filled.
Shannan Lerch: HEY!
Tek has pulled Fly to his feet and brought him to the corner, chopping at his chest. He goes for an Irish whip... Fly reverses it, and Tek is sent to the opposite corner. Fly charges into the corner and connects with a running back elbow. Fly follows with a series of European uppercuts, wearing Tek out until he drops into the corner. Fly begins to stomp Tek out in the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly, taking control. He makes kicking ass look effortless.
Fly pulls Tek to his feet and sets him up for a hangman's neckbreaker! He brings Tek down hard, and covers him for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Tek kicks out at two! Plenty of fight left in this guy.
Shannan Lerch: We'll see.
Fly waits for Tek to get to his feet. They square up and Fly hits a right hand, sending Tek reeling. Fly sends a kick towards Tek's gut, but Tek grabs his leg and sends him to the mat with a dragon screw legwhip!
Freddy Whoa: Great reversal by Tek! I told you, Shannan, Tek is here to fight.
Tek drops a few elbows to the inside of Fly's leg, before backing off and then hitting a double knee drop. Fly gets to his feet and Tek drops him with a burning lariat! Tek covers Fly.
Shannan Lerch: Fly throws Tek off! Powering out at two.
Fly rolls out of the ring before Tek can get to him.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly is taking a breather.
Tek climbs onto the apron and flies off with a double axehandle! But Fly side steps it and catches Tek, using his own momentum to toss him into the guardrail!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Fly grabs Tek, smashing his head into the apron a few times before rolling him back into the ring. Fly climbs onto the apron and slingshots in with a legdrop across Tek's chest.
Freddy Whoa: Back and forth action.
As Tek gets to his feet, Fly quickly grabs him in a gutwrench, hitting a gutwrench powerbomb! He runs to the ropes and hits an elbowdrop on the return, before hooking Tek's leg for the pin.
Shannan Lerch: No, Tek is out at two and a half!
Fly starts looking confident. He pulls Tek to his feet and whips him to the corner. Fly charges into the corner and crushes Tek with a corner splash!
Shannan Lerch: Here it comes!
Freddy Whoa: Tek stumbles out, Fly spins into the DISCUS FLY! WHOA!
Tek collapses to the mat! Fly covers Tek again.
Freddy Whoa: Tek gets the shoulder up! I don't believe it!
Shannan Lerch: I thought he was finished.
And Fly looks like he's gonna finish it now. After pumping the crowd for a moment, he goes to the corner and begins to climb the turnbuckles.
Shannan Lerch: I think Tek is about to get Swatted.
But Tek begins to slowly get up. Fly, on the top turnbuckle, begins to re-think his next move. As he looks like he's about to leap, Tek dives into the corner, crotching Fly on the top! Tek runs up the turnbuckles, hitting Fly with a kick to the back of the head, knocking him off the top and onto the mat. After the burst of energy, Tek hits the mat in exhaustion.
Freddy Whoa: Both men are laid out. This end of this match might depend on the next big move.
After a few moments, both men begin to stir. They crawl to opposite corners of the ring, each using the ropes to help them get back to their feet, slowly. Finally, they meet in the middle of the ring and begin a back and forth of right hands. After a short exchange, Tek leaps and hits an enzuigiri!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Tek's going for his finisher!
Tek stands in front of Fly, hooking his head for the Hatchet Job-- he leaps, but Fly shifts his momentum and slams Tek to the mat!
Shannan Lerch: Classic Jonny Fly.
Fly heads up the turnbuckles once more, and leaps off with the Fly Swatter.
Freddy Whoa: Fly Swatter! Fly with the cover!
DING DING DING
"300 Violin Orchestra" plays over the PA.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly picks up a return victory!
Shannan Lerch: Fly is back, ladies and gentlemen.
Jonny Fly celebrates in the ring as Tek heads up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: And it’s now time for our main event.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest it scheduled for one fall.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd gets to their feet and starts booing loudly.
Freddy Whoa: And I guess first is the special guest official for this contest.
Eric Price makes his way out from the backstage area already wearing a referee’s shirt, microphone in hand…
Eric Price: Alright Kyle, enough enough, get out of the ring and let a true professional handle this. Hit the bricks.
Freddy Whoa: And Eric Price, the WCF World Champion making his way out here, he is the special guest official for our main event and he is making his presence felt. Don’t forget fans, he is the reason Zach Davis is out tonight with injury, we wish you a speedy recovery.
Shannan Lerch: Yes, a brutal beating last week the likes of which I had never seen against an announcer.
Kyle Steel steps out of the ring as Eric Price makes his way in with a smug grin on his face, the crowd all over him.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: This is Southern Hospitality, really? It’s no wonder you’re in the lower tier of education in the US if you treat your American heroes like myself this way. Nevertheless, ladies and gentlemen … and you people, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first is a human being who personifies greatness, this person is in this ring week in and week out demonstrating their ability, this person has worked for everything and is of great intellect, please welcome this great beacon of humanity, he is the jewel of the East, the Genius … a foreign concept to you people I know, the number one contender to the People’s Title, from Atlantic City, NJ, Davey Ortega!
Freddy Whoa: And this match is going to be very biased.
Shannan Lerch: You don’t know that for sure.
''Sympathy for the Devil'' by the Rolling Stones fills the arena as boos fill the Pepsi Center. Davey Ortega emerges from the back with a smile on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, slowly raising his arms up as the chorus of boos only grows, fueling his smile. He gets into the ring using the ring steps casually biding his time, shaking hands with Eric Price.
Eric Price: And now, his opponent.
Eric Price: Hey shut up! I’m not done, when I talk, you listen. This person is a proven cheater, a liar, a conniving thief, this person does not understand the concepts of integrity, of intelligence, of morals, of values, she’s kind of like you people, contemptible, ignorant, tasteless, and will sell herself to the highest bidder. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the bitch herself and the woman who will lose to me at the Explosion PPV proving once and for all that she does not deserve to be WCF World Champion, from Los Angeles, CA, the mistress of failure, the only one who does not matter, Sarah Twilight!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, the bias definitely showing here as he introduces Sarah Twilight, Price still seething over the announcement last week that he will have to defend his title against her in two weeks at the Explosion PPV.
Pyros shoot up from the stage as the melody strums from a 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 shoot off from the ring posts and simply stares down Eric Price who simply glares at her with disdain. 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.
Eric Price: You really like to suck up to these people don’t you Twilight? You truly are needy and pathetic. Now, to make this match fair, I need to check both opponents for weapons. In the case of Mr. Ortega here, he is a man of integrity, of intelligence and I believe it when he tells me he does not have any weapons. But you Ms. Twilight, I have to check you for weapons, that means I’m going to pat you down.
Sarah Twilight looks at Eric Price with a look of “are you serious”? Eric getting right in Sarah’s face here.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, that’s crazy.
Shannan Lerch: Price not exactly known for treating women well here and definitely some biased officiating already before this match gets underway.
Eric Price: Ms. Twilight, I’m not asking again, I’m going to have to pat you down.
Sarah Twilight grabs the microphone from Eric Price
Sarah Twilight: Listen you sick pervert, you will not touch me or frisk me in any way, you hear me you f*(beep)*n bastard?!
Eric Price: I’m not asking.
Sarah Twilight reaches back and slaps Eric Price right across the face!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, Twilight slapping Price right across the face as this crowd cheers that move obviously but Price looks downright infuriated.
Shannan Lerch: I … damn, not a smart move. What’s that smile on Price’s face? What’s he going to do here.
Eric Price: Fine, have it your way. Both of you, in the center of the ring. This match starts now, ring the bell.
And before Sarah Twilight has time to react, Eric Price hits a clothesline on her.
Freddy Whoa: And this match starting and what the hell kind of officiating is this? A clothesline right to Twilight as Price has a huge smile on his face and now he’s yelling at Ortega to cover her.
Shannan Lerch: And a kick out! That was the fastest count I think I’ve ever seen. Price pissed looking at Ortega telling him to cover her again.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, another kick out here. Twilight not going to be done in by Price who looks downright livid at this point that his strategy backfired; another very fast count against Twilight, Price again yelling at Ortega to cover her. Cover but wait, Twilight reverses it and rolls Ortega up. What’s Price waiting for to start counting?
Price slowly gets down on his knees pretending to verify if Ortega’s shoulders are on the mat and he slowly starts to count…
Shannan Lerch: And that was an extremely slow count as Ortega rolls out from the predicament. Twilight rolling out as well here and simply glares at Price who looks at her and tells her it was a 1 count. This is Helloween all over again.
Freddy Whoa: You’re right about that, a very slow count from Price who is trying to get in the head of Twilight here. Twilight looks absolutely infuriated but Price reminding her that he is the official and she must do what he says. Twilight turning around here and Ortega meets her with a DDT, no doubt helped by the distraction by Price.
Shannan Lerch: Price now telling Ortega not to cover her, what’s he instructing him to do?
Freddy Whoa: Oh, I got it now, Ortega putting a sharpshooter in an homage to his friend, the WCF World Champion Eric Price, Twilight locked into the sharpshooter by Ortega. Twilight reaches the bottom rope however.
Shannan Lerch: But Price turning around while Twilight is in pain, completely ignoring the fact that she has her hand on the bottom rope. Clearly he wants to hurt her before the PPV.
Freddy Whoa: Price turning around now and pretending to just notice.
Shannan Lerch: And he’s sure taking his sweet time with that count.
Shannan Lerch: Ortega better be careful not to disqualify himself here.
Freddy Whoa: Oh please, I doubt that would happen. Price making that count as deliberately slow as possible to have Twilight in as much pain as possible and Ortega finally letting go of the hold. Price clearly directing traffic here as he tells Ortega to drag her into the center of the ring and cover her.
Shannan Lerch: And Twilight kicks out again! Price completely not believing what he is seeing.
Eric Price: Quit damn it! QUIT you f*beep*ing bitch, quit I said! Cover her again!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, Price losing his composure here wondering how Twilight can keep going, what fuels her as the fans are loudly cheering the Mistress of Mischief here who is making a valiant showing despite the odds being completely stacked against her. And now Price rolling out of the ring and he’s making his way over here as Ortega is also stunned.
Price puts on a headset at ringside.
Eric Price: Hey guys, how are you?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, aren’t you the official in this match? What are you doing here?
Eric Price: I thought I’d spectate a bit as well and enjoy this great contest because Ortega is poised to take this match.
Shannan Lerch: Hello Mr. Price sir, how are you?
Eric Price: I’m well Shannan, I’m well. You understand what it means to respect me.
Freddy Whoa: So what’s with this biased officiating here tonight?
Eric Price: Freddy, you’d better learn quickly. You saw what I did to your predecessor last week, don’t make me do the same to you.
Twilight slowly makes her up although she is clearly in pain as Ortega is shocked that she is still moving, Ortega tries to clothesline her but he misses and Twilight nails a DDT against Ortega.
Freddy Whoa: And now a DDT against Ortega, Ortega down. Twilight covers. Hey ref, she’s covering Ortega.
Eric Price: She is? Let me see here, the monitors confirm that she is indeed covering Ortega. Let me get up here and let me confirm are the shoulders down, I can’t tell from this distance, let me get back into the ring.
Eric slowly makes his way back into the ring for a count.
Freddy Whoa: And of course a kick out, this is ridiculous, come on! Twilight had the match but because of Price, this contest continues as she looks at him incredulously.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Shannan Lerch: In all this confusion however, Ortega getting up here and knocks Twilight down from behind with a clothesline of his own. Twilight down and Ortega making his way to the top rope here as the crowd does not like what they are seeing.
Freddy Whoa: Ortega on the top rope calling for the leg drop can he pull it off? WHOA, he jumps and no, he misses as Twilight rolls out of the way here. Ortega down and Twilight rolls in for the cover. Price in position and he counts.
Shannan Lerch: And what the hell? Price grabs Ortega’s leg and puts it on the bottom rope for him, immediately stopping the count. He informs Twilight that Ortega’s foot is on the rope despite the fact that she saw him put the foot on the rope for him.
Freddy Whoa: This is not right. Price talks about being honest, about understanding integrity yet all we’ve seen from his tonight is this farce of a match.
Shannan Lerch: He’s doing the best job he can, come on now.
Freddy Whoa: He’s paranoid, he’s delusional, he knows his days as champion are numbered and in two weeks it’s all over for him. Twilight looking downright furious now at Price as Price tells her to calm down and again reminds her that he is the official. I don’t think the fiery redhead is up for any of his antics tonight however.
Shannan Lerch: And Twilight clotheslines Price right out of the ring as Price looks infuriated at this point. Ortega however sneaks up from behind and hits her in the knee knocking Twilight down. Price coming to the ring announcer’s area and grabbing a steel chair. He slides back into the ring now.
Freddy Whoa: And Price now instructing Ortega to hold up Twilight as he gets ready to swing the chair at her, come on, this is not right.
Shannan Lerch: Price swinging that chair at Twilight but Twilight ducks out of the way and oh no!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Price trying to take down Twilight here but instead hits Ortega with that steel chair knocking him down as Twilight ducked out of the way. Price looks positively stunned as he now tries to go after Twilight but she nails a drop kick here against Price hitting him with that steel chair. Price is down, the ref is down!
Shannan Lerch: And cover.
Freddy Whoa: But there’s no referee here, wait, here comes an official and the count.
Freddy Whoa: And a normal count here with an unbiased official as Price is still coming to here as Sarah Twilight takes the victory.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, The Mistress of Mischief, Sarah Twilight!
Shannan Lerch: Price still coming to here, just realizing what happened, he looks furious.
“The Only One” by Evanescence begins to play over the speaker system.
Freddy Whoa: And what’s Price signaling for here.
Shannan Lerch: And through the crowd, what the hell? Oh no, we know what’s coming now.
Freddy Whoa: And here come Gravedigger from the top of the stage and through the crowd Adrian, and 2 members of MS-13 with him as it looks like Price is not done. Twilight trying to get ready here but this is not right as Price is also at ringside. Ortega coming to as well in the ring.
Gravedigger, Adrian, Ortega, and the MS-13 members quickly slide in the ring and Twilight tries to fight back but they take her down as the numbers game quickly takes over.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on, this is a 5 on 1 assault, this is ridiculous. These men stomping away at Twilight who just won the match but Price being the sore loser that he is can’t accept that. Price strutting his way here to the ring announcer’s area demanding a microphone and his World Title as he slowly steps into the ring. He’s ordering that Gravedigger and Ortega lift Sarah Twilight up so she can see him.
Eric Price: Hey Twilight, last week you tried to humiliate me and proved just how selfish you are by saying that you are going to take my World Title, this title right here but let me remind you that my name is Mr. Eric Price and I will not be humiliated this way. You may have won tonight due to your cheating tactis but in two weeks we have the Explosion PPV coming up and Twilight, you will self-destruct. You will not beat me for this coveted championship and when all is said and done, I will prove once and for all that you do not deserve this title!
Shannan Lerch: And Price right in Twilight’s face here but oh my God, Twilight spitting right in Price’s face!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Price now instructing Gravedigger and Ortega once again to hold up Twilight as he takes his title and he hits her right in the head with it busting her open! And look at that sick smile on his face.
Eric Price: Oh before I forget Sarah Twilight, happy St. Patrick’s Day!
Eric Price looks at his title proudly as he drapes it over his shoulder and “You Know My Name” starts playing over the speaker system as Ortega, Gravedigger, Adrian, and Eric Price raise their hands in victory with the two MS-13 members behind them as backup.
Shannan Lerch: Price certainly proud of himself tonight this heinous 6 on 1 assault against her despite the fact that she won her match but he is clearly sending a message as well that he will not go down without a fight and that he is the WCF World Champion.
Freddy Whoa: He’s clearly paranoid and knows his days are numbered. We will see what happens at Explosion in two weeks. Eric Price knows he’s on borrowed time and is doing anything he can to try and weaken Twilight prior to their one on one encounter. What will Twilight do about this heinous assault?
As Eric Price and his entourage make their way up the ramp, leaving Sarah Twilight battered and bloodied in the ring, the crowd boos like mad. Eric Price enjoys the reaction as he had made his statement loud and clear. However, he would find himself in a bit of shock once again in regards to his Explosion opponent. The Mistress of Mischief manages to crawl her way toward the side of the ring and retreives a microphone from one of the stage hands. She breathes heavily into the microphone as she was still quite out of it, but manages it nonetheless.
Sarah Twilight: Hey...asshole....we're not... fucking... finished!
Eric turns around immediately in utter astonishment that Sarah is even moving at all. Blood runs down her face, oozing from her forehead as she sits on her knees in the ring. Still too disoriented to stand back up. She takes her hand, wiping the blood from her forehead and looking at it as she starts to laugh, almost insanely at the actions of Eric Price, Ortega, Gravedigger and MS-13.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Twilight just let it go, you've taken enough damage girl. You can't survive another beating like that.
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, I don't know how wise this is at all.
Eric looks to Gravedigger and to Ortega, shaking his head in disbelief, contemplating if they should return to the ring to finish her off. Sarah glares back at the group defiantly, though she was obviously in no shape to endure another mugging. However the puprose of her defiance was about to beccome crystal clear.
Sarah Twilight: This....all of this. What you did Eric....revel in it. Because this is the end for you.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, what is she talking about?
Shannan Lerch: I have no idea?
Sarah Twilight: I told you...Eric. I fucking told you....my terms.
The crowd begins to cheer wildly for Sarah. Obviosuly giving her much respect for mustering up the strength to speak after the vicious assault. Eric Price is looking slightly concerned however with the direction of Sarah's statements.
Sarah Twilight: You wanted...a fair fight? You claim that...that you can beat me? PROVE IT!
Eric is looking back and forth among his allies now, growing increasingly nervous.
Shannan Lerch: It appears as though Sarah is going to clue Eric in on the terms for their match at Explosion!
Sarah Twilight: No Ortega, no Gravedigger, no MS-13...nobody! If any of them...if ANYONE at all gets involved in our match at Explosion, if you try to get yourself disqualified or counted out. You will LOSE that World Championship!
Eric is about to rip out his own hair as he paces back and forth on the stage. The crowd ERUPTS at the revelation of Sarah's terms for Explosion.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Now how do ya like dem apples? No interference! What is Eric gonna do now?
Sarah Twilight: You wanted a fair fight...mother fucker? Well YOU GOT IT!
Sarah's breath is heavy as she laughs slightly, the blood still pouring from her wound. Eric is going ballistic on the stage as Gravedigger and company try to calm him down and reassure him. Sarah looks down at the mat as her blood soaked, sweat filled locks of red hair hang down over her face. She continues to laugh between heavy breaths as she delivers her final statement to the World Champion.
Sarah Twilight: Tick.....fucking.....tock!
"The Only One" by Evanescence hits as the crowd again cheers. Sarah drops the microphone and lays back on the canvas holding her head as the loss of blood and effects from the severity of the mugging had taken their hold once again, ending her brief...defiant stance to deliver her message. Exhaustion from the horrific assault settles in once again.
Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight beaten down and battered here tonight. But her ever present spirit has not been broken. The announcement made, there will be no outside interference at Explosion. There will be no disqualification edge for Eric Price. He is in for a fight. That is for certain.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, I tell ya. The game has just changed again on this one. Eric Price got the better of Twilight here tonight but like we just heard, she ain't letting it go down like that when that gold is on the line.
We fade out as Eric Price looks on nervously after the shocking announcement. Our final image is a close up of a bloodied Sarah Twilight in the ring in the aftermath of the carnage caused by Eric Price and his crew.