Scene opens in a conference room of the Joe Louis Arena. "The Mack" Steve Orbit is pacing the room, cellphone in hand. He's wearing a bright green pinstripe suit with matching hat, piles of gold and of course Mauri 'gator shoes. Looking frustrated, he hits "send" on the screen of his iPhone 5 and waits...
"Please wait while this Verizon wireless customer is reached."
A ring back tone begins to play as the call is placed. Not surprisingly "The Only One" by Evanescence is the song of choice for the ring back. After a few moments of chorus, the call is connected to voice mail. Sarah's voice comes over the line.
"Yeah it's Sarah. I can't take your call because...well I'm busy right now, or I just don't feel like talking to you. Leave me a message and, if you are someone that I wanted to talk to in the first place, I'll call you back."
As the recorded message ends, the generic Verizon operator's voice returns.
"Please record your message after the tone...."
Orbit refuses to leave another message. He's already left three. He ends the call and takes a seat at one of the conference tables. The lights are dim-- he's alone.
Switching gears, we find FPV walking through a hall of the same arena. He also has a cellphone in hand, and is in the middle of a conversation. He holds the front a few inches from his face as he walks, and we can hear the conversation on speakerphone.
FPV: All I'm saying is we can't just let Pantheon say whatever they want about us. If there's ever a time for us to come together, it's the time when someone questions whether or not we're a cohesive group. We're fucking Genesis.
Waylon Cash: Are you outta your damn mind? I got a match with NvL, I got Eric Price kickin' my ass, and we got you AND Sarah goin' up for title shots, and you want me to come talk about what we're gonna do about Pantheon talkin' a little nonsense?! I ain't got time for that shit, son! I don't know if you noticed, but my ass has been pretty damn busy around here, and right now, I ain't got time for Pantheon. Let 'em say whatever the fuck they want, Genesis has bigger things going on, alright?
FPV: Yeah, fuck them, I agree, but still. They're taking it too far. Fly's talking about firing Steve if he can't beat him? Are we really gonna sit back and--
Waylon Cash: Orbit can handle his own shit, he's a big boy. Franky, you got a world title match comin' up, you gotta learn to focus on what's important. Pantheon talkin' shit ain't new, and it ain't important. Fuck those assholes. We run this bitch now, and it's time to start actin' like it. God dammit, I'm tired of everyone thinkin' Pantheon's the shit. Genesis runs WCF now! You tell everyone I said that. Pantheon ain't worth a damn second of our time right now.
FPV: ... So you're not coming to the meeting then?
Waylon hangs up the phone.
FPV: I'll take that as a no.
Franky reaches his destination-- the conference room. He knocks before entering, and finds Orbit sitting at the table alone in the dark. He flicks the light switch on as he enters the room, taking a seat at the table with Orbit. Orbit puts his head in his hands, rubbing his eyes before looking up at Franky.
FPV: I take it Sarah couldn't make it.
Steve Orbit: Homie, who the fuck knows. You know how she is. I'm used to it by now. I left her three voicemails... nothing.
FPV: Well, she did get jumped by Eric Price's douchebag friends last week-- knowing her, she's gotta be focused on making him pay for that. But we gotta let her rest this week, we need her in peak condition for Explosion.
Orbit says nothing. After a moment, he nods.
Steve Orbit: You talk to Waylon?
FPV: Yeah, uh...
Steve Orbit: Let me guess-- not gonna make it.
FPV: Steve, all of us have a shit ton of stuff going on right now. Waylon's got NvL to take care of, I have my World title match with Eric this week, Sarah's in the hospital. Dude, maybe it's just not a good week to have a meeting.
Orbit slams his hand on the table.
Steve Orbit: Well guess what, Franky? After Explosion, there might not be any more mother fuckin' meetings for me at all, aight? Yeah, everybody's doin' their thing, but I'm the only one who's fuckin' job is on the line! Do you guys even care that I might not be around after next week?
FPV: Of course we care, man. I guess none of us really think you're gonna lose, so we're not worried--
Steve Orbit: Nah, that's bullshit. Did y'all even listen to what Fly said? He said we don't do anything as a group. And here's our fuckin' chance to prove him wrong-- look what happens.
FPV: Steve... who really gives a shit what Fly says? He's a self-serving egomaniac. Plus, he OWNS the company now-- he just said all that to shake things up, you know? Make people tune in. He knows what we're capable of. He's well aware of our accomplishments. ... You wanna know what I think?
Steve Orbit: Yeah.
FPV: I think Fly's trying to get inside your head, man. He's trying to make you feel like Genesis doesn't have your back, he's trying to put all these questions in your head before your match with him. He doesn't want you to be your normal, super confident self. He wants you to be weakened, Steve. That's the type of games that Jonny Fly plays.
Orbit sits there, looking down at the table, pondering what Franky just said. At that moment, Tek and Steeltoe Joe walk in.
Tek: Yo guys, are we late?
Orbit stands up.
Steve Orbit: Meetings cancelled, y'all. It's all good.
Tek and STJ look at each other and shrug, before walking away. Orbit sits back down, facing FPV. He gets a serious look on his face.
Steve Orbit: I'm not gonna lose my job, Franky. I'm gonna beat Jonny Fly. I AM gonna beat him.
Franky puts his hand on Orbit's shoulder.
FPV: ... you're Genesis, Steve. I know DAMN well you will.
We see what looks like a mysterious masked man walking down the hallways. He is wearing orange shirt with a red kanji symbol on the back, a pair of blue trackpants with white stripes and white shoes. Suddenly, a security guard confronts him.
Security Guard: Hey, who the hell are you?!
In an instant, the masked man delivers a bicycle kick to the guard's face, knocking him out unconscious. Then suddenly...
He continues to walk down as we go to the regular opening. Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai plays as the Slam logo fades into shots of the crowd, and we go to the returning Zach Davis.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! I'd like to thank the wonderful Freddy Whoa for covering for me.
Shannan Lerch: I hope you never get hurt again. If I ever here "WHOA" again it'll be too soon.
Zach Davis: Be nice. Anyway, I'm glad to be back, because we have an amazing, albeit shortened, show tonight!
Shannan Lerch: That's right. We have a PPV calibur main event, as FPV challenges Eric Price for the World Title!
Zach Davis: You've got to wonder the thought process behind this match. Sarah Twilight is getting her World Title shot a week from tonight at Explosion - so why give FPV a shot now? Not sure who booked this or what the motivations are. I just hope either Twilight or FPV beats Eric senseless.
Shannan Lerch: We'll see. Eric Price is the Champion for a reason, Zach, and he'll do whatever he has to to hold onto that belt, as you found out not too long ago.
Zach Davis: We also have, in another PPV quality match, Oblivion returning to action to face Skyler Striker. Last week we saw him appear to help Christopher Kane, and Skyler Striker is Kane's opponent next week at Explosion. Coincidence? Maybe we'll see.
Shannan Lerch: Speaking of the Television Champ, he's been booked against a mystery opponent tonight. Bizarre situation with Chris lately, and his issues with Scott Savage. This young man has attracted a lot of attention.
Zach Davis: Sure has. We have Jonny Fly and Jay Price of Pantheon teaming up to face The Order in the Order's first ever matchup. That's a high profile debut if I've ever seen one!
Shannan Lerch: We also have Davey Ortega vs Tek. We learned last week that we'd see Tek versus Jay Price for the United States Title, and we've also got Davey Ortega vs Steeltoe Joe for the People's Title. We'll see if Ortega can beat Joe's Prophecy partner.
Zach Davis: Al Envy returns to the WCF to face Magnus as Jesse Styles faces Vengeance as well!
Shannan Lerch: Indeed! And I'd say it's time to start the show.
Zach Davis: Now we have our first match and…
“You Know My Name” plays over the speaker system as the crowd immediately gets to the feet booing loudly as Eric Price walks out wearing a black suit with a navy blue shirt and tie, a huge grin on his face as he has the WCF World Title draped around his shoulder.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price starts making his way to the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Well … say something!
Zach Davis: What is there to say?
Shannan Lerch: What is there to say? Ladies and gentlemen, here comes the WCF World Champion, the greatest champion in the history of the company Mr. Eric Price. And then you applaud, just like that.
Zach Davis: Will you shut up?
Shannan Lerch: No, I will not as Eric Price makes his way out here and he’s coming to ringside and addressing business with Kyle Steel, our ring announcer.
Eric Price approaches Kyle Steel and intimidates him as he yells at him to announce him properly.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the WCF World Heavyweight Champion, the greatest champion in history, Mr. Eric Price!
Eric gives an evil grin as he walks over to the announcer’s desk and simply looks at Zach Davis in the eyes as Zach avoids looking at him, Eric giving him an evil smile. Eric demands a microphone.
Eric Price: Hey Zach, how you doing? You feel better. You look a bit beaten, is that a few stitches, a few bandages, awww…that’s too bad. But you brought it on yourself Mr. Davis, I didn’t do this to you, you did this to yourself by disrespecting me. What do you have to say now, huh, what do you have to say?
Eric forces the microphone right in Zach’s face as he avoids the microphone and simply looks away from Eric Price.
Eric Price: Hahahaha, that’s what I thought. Now then, let me step into this ring to address some more business.
The camera shows Zach who looks downright saddened and pissed at this attempt at intimidation by Eric Price.
Eric Price: Speaking of bandaged and bruised, that brings me to another individual who suffered for disrespecting me and her name is Sarah Twilight! When I was simply trying to do my job last week and be the official for her match against my friend Davey Ortega, I have to check each opponent for any weapons by patting them down. Instead of letting me pat her down as was my job to do, she decided to slap me across the face!
Eric Price: Hey shut up! I SAID SHUT UP! My name is Mr. Eric Price and I am the WCF World Champion and that means that I deserve to be respected. Nevertheless, she slapped me and at that point, all bets were off and anything that I did was not my responsibility. This is all Sarah Twilight’s fault, not mine; I didn’t want to hurt her but she made me hurt her! She forced me to make an example out of her and that’s exactly what I did! And now she’s hurt, in fact she’s not even here this week!
*Crowd boos loudly*
Eric Price: And the way I hear it, she may not even be at Explosion.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Let me explain, last week, Ms. Twilight was beaten badly and refused medical treatment. As such, she could not be given a proper medical evaluation and is therefore not cleared to compete. Despite her claims that she suffered just a few scrapes, without a proper medical evaluation we cannot safely and more importantly, legally allow her to compete. And because I am a caring and loving human being, I simply cannot allow myself to compete against her when she may not even be medically well to compete against me next week. I cannot allow that happen because I am a man of integrity and intelligence.
Zach Davis: Hmph!
Eric Price: With that in mind, unless Sarah Twilight is officially cleared before my match next week at Explosion, I will not, I cannot compete against her because it simply would create too much of a legal liability but more importantly than that, it would create a level of guilt in my conscience that I could not bear to live with because I will not allow an unfair fight at Explosion. So Sarah, that’s okay, take all the time you need to heal. Take the night off as will I and I will defend my title at some other point, that’s quite all right. Besides, I already have a title defense tonight against Mr. Venable and that will be enough of a workout for me. Just relax at home and enjoy the match, get better and when you’re 100% maybe around Aftermath at the end of April, then we can have our match. I thank you all very much for your time! Have a pleasant evening!
“You Know My Name” starts playing over the speaker system of the Joe Louis Arena as Eric Price steps out of the ring with a huge grin on his face.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, looks like Eric Price may have found a way to not defend his title at Explosion here because if Sarah Twilight is not medically cleared, then she cannot compete. And to top it off, because he is such a caring man, he will not allow Sarah to compete until she is 100% healed, what a great champion!
Zach Davis: You done kissing his ass?
Shannan Lerch: What, you have something to say about him or do you need him to teach you about respect again?
Zach Davis: I’ll tell you this much, what we witnessed were the tactics of a desperate champion who knows his days as champion are numbered.
Eric Price is shown walking toward his locker room with a huge grin on his face when out of nowhere, Morientes attacks Price from behind.
Zach Davis: Wait, yes, yes Morientes, beat him, beat the hell out of him.
Shannan Lerch: Easy Zach, our World Champion getting the hell beat out of him by Morientes who was humiliated two weeks ago at the hands of Eric Price and I guess he’s getting his retribution.
Morientes clotheslines Eric Price from behind and starts elbowing him in the gut over and over and over. Price kicks Morientes away a bit as he tries to get up and fight back but Morientes is on the offensive again spearing Price down as many officials show up to separate the two men. About 10 officials, 5 for each man grabbing them and separating.
Eric Price: YOU SON OF A B*beep*! Who the hell do you think you are, I’m the World Champion, I deserve to be respected you piece of s*beep*!
Morientes: Payback’s a b*beep*!
Morientes and Price are both shown to be furious.
Zach Davis: Morientes getting some great shots against Eric Price who was not expecting it, retribution for two weeks ago. Guess it goes to show, what goes around comes around! And later tonight, he also has to defend his World Title against FPV, his time is up!
“This Fire Burns” blasts its way over the PA system, and the crowd cheers, as Christopher Kane steps out onto the entrance ramp. With a look of purpose on his face, he marches down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope, and grabs a microphone from the ringside attendant. His music dies, as does the cheering.
Zach Davis: Looks like Chris has some things to say before his match! Perhaps about the Scott Savage situation?
Chris Kane: I have been racking my brain for the last week, trying to decide the right thing to do. Do I reveal what I know, and risk everything? Do I piss off a man who might destroy me, in order to save a man I don;t care about? Do I keep my mouth shut, and live with this forever? It has been difficult, but I've made my decision, and I want Scott Savage and Waylon Cash to come out here. I want to know they are hearing me.
Chris stands in silence for a moment, before “White Trash Renegade” starts to play. Waylon steps out onto the stage, with Scott behind him. He has no microphone, but has a look of confusion plastered across his face.
Chris Kane: Look, I've been holding onto this for a while now. When I was going through some stuff, figuring out that Scott hired the men in white to attack me, I found out something else.
There is murder in Scott's eyes, as he tries to keep himself from storming the ring.
Chris Kane: Waylon, you may have attacked Franky, but Nathan didn't put Franky in a coma for no reason. It's also not chance that he kidnapped Roxxanne and left her unharmed. Waylon... Scott paid NvL to do what he did. Almost thirty thousand dollars was wired from an account in the Cayman islands, to NvL's personal bank account. Scott Savage made sure that he would torture you, Waylon! He did to you what he did to me, what he does to everyone.
Waylon glares at Scott, before disappearing behind the curtain once more. Savage grabs a microphone, but his eyes never leave Chris.
Scott Savage: You son of a bitch. You have no idea what you've done. Just because your father turned you into a spineless pile of garbage, who doesn't understand an opportunity to improve, doesn't mean you have the right to stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Mark my words, you worthless little piss ant, I will destroy you for this. I will end you without a moment's hesitation. You exist in this company because I have yet to paralyze you, and I don;t think that will be the case very much longer. I have my reasons for doing what I did with Waylon: friendship. I also have my reasons for doing what I'm going to do to you: revenge. I am going to pay you back for this with extreme prejudice.
Scott drops the microphone, and disappears before Chris can reply. He looks back and forth with a mix of anger and fear, before rolling under the bottom rope, and heading to the back.
Zach Davis: Well, regardless of what may come of it, I think Christopher did the right thing.
Shannan Lerch: He should have stayed out of it. This may prove to be a costly mistake for the Youngest Hero.
Zach Davis: Who is his opponent going to be?
Lost in Oblivion by Mastodon hits.
Shannan Lerch: OH NO! HERE COMES OBLIVION!
Zach Davis: OBLIVION IS COMING FOR THE TELEVISION TITLE!
Indeed, Oblivion steps out onto the stage! Chris gets into a fighting stance, ready to go. However, Oblivion has a microphone.
Oblivion: CHRISTOPHER KANE!! You may have thought IT was coming out here to fight you... but you're wrong! VERY WRONG!!
Both Christopher Kane and the crowd are confused.
Oblivion: You see, young Christopher, IT knows that you're not a fan of the current climate of WCF, with the stables running amok... AND NEITHER IS OBLIVION! Which is why IT decided to make it Oblivion's mission... to turn you to the dark side... turn you into a monster, just like Oblivion!
Chris is even more confused now.
Zach Davis: Turn him to the dark side? Chris already has Scott Savage to deal with, isn't that enough?
Oblivion: So IT is going to send out two victims for you, and IT doesn't just want to see you beat them... IT wants to see you... DESTRO-O-OY THE-E-EM!!
With that, Oblivion leaves and two men run out from the back.
"Kung Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas begins to play as Yoo Dun Fukt Uhp runs out, as Fat Dango struggles to slowly jog....
Shannan Lerch: Here come Yoo Dun Fukt Uhp and Fat Dango!
Zach Davis: I think Fat Dango is sweating chocolate syrup.
Shannan Lerch: by the looks of it, Fat Dango appears to be having a heart attack.
Zach Davis: Well, one of them has a chance at the Television Title, but.. I don't like their odds.
Yoo Dun Fukt Uhp makes it to the ring first, as Fat Dango is.. well, extremely fat, and taking his time. Chris shakes his head and ducks a Clothesline from him before rolling him up from behind.
Shannan Lerch: One down, one to go.
Fat Dango slowly rolls into the ring and gets to his feet, struggling to breathe. Again, Chris shakes his head in disgust with the situation and runs at him..
Zach Davis: HERO CRUSHER!
Kane pins Fat Dango.
Shannan Lerch: Aanndd just like that... it's over.
Chris stands up as the ref raises his hand in the air and hands him the Television Title.
Zach Davis: However, he didn't do as Oblivion instructed and focus on destroying the opponents, he just beat them quickly and efficiently. What will the God of Insanity have to say about that?
We cut backstage as members of MS-13 make their way into the building. Adrian leads two other gang members from the parking lot. The crowd boos as they notice the three men entering.
Zach Davis: Isn't this great. More cronies to do Eric Price's dirty work.
Shannan Lerch: They have done nothing! They can be here to support our world champion.
Zach Davis: Support? Pffft!
As the men enter the building, one of them pauses.
MS 13 Member: Forgot my bag. I'll be right back.
Adrian: Well hurry up, you know we have work to do.
The gang member nods and heads back toward the parking lot as Adrian and the other gang member continue on inside.
Zach Davis: Work to do, huh? More like thug style muggings as usual!
Shannan Lerch: Would you stop? Why are you so biased against Eric Price?
Zach Davis: Oh gee, I don't know? Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he assaulted me!
The gang member heads back to the parking lot and retrieves his bag from the lowrider. A Monte Carlo, decked out with chrome rims and custom paint. He closes the door to the vehicle when suddenly his head is sent CRASHING through the driver's side window from out of NOWHERE!
Shannan Lerch: What the...
Our cameras pan out to see SARAH TWILIGHT as the assailant. The crowd ROARS MASSIVELY as the PISSED OFF redhead looks down at her target. She is dressed in a black leather jacker, a white crop top and a pair of blue jeans. This is accompanied by a heavy pair of black boots. The Mistress of Mischief pulls the disoriented and bloodied gang member from the shattered window and THROWS him down against the concrete.
Zach Davis: YES! This is what I'm talking about. Sarah Twilight getting some retribution after that gang assault last week!
Shannan Lerch: How can you say this is fair? She blindsided him?!
Zach Davis: Good, now he knows what it's like!
Sarah opens the car door to the Monte Carlo and drags the bloody and battered gang member across the ground, she places him up against the door frame and SLAMS the door into his face OVER and OVER! The crowd is going absolutely BONKERS with cheers!
Shannan Lerch: Oh my GOD! She is crazy! Someone has to stop this!
Zach Davis: I am quite enjoying it, actually.
And so is the crowd, who continue to cheer loudly for the number one contender. Sarah places the door against the gang member's head and backs up away from the vehicle. She takes a running start and KICKS the door into his face for one final, NASTY blow using ALL of her force! The gang member slumps down from the frame of the door and lays motionless in a pool of blood. Sarah looks down at him and smirks.
Sarah Twilight: Payback's a bitch.
The redhead kneels down beside him and places something out of view near him.
Sarah Twilight: Now you be a good little bitch and give that message to Eric for me, will ya?
She smirks again with a hint of laughter as she walks off, leaving the gang member in a heap.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight systematically destroyed a member of MS-13. It looks as though Eric's cronies now have the target on THEIR backs. It's about damn time!
Shannan Lerch: I...I can't believe this is happening. Eric! Get everyone together...this is bad. This is very bad!
We come back from commercial with a shot of the jumbotron as it flickers to life. We're taken to the backstage area where Tek can be seen chatting with a few of the officials. The crowd pops as Jay Price walks into the shot and stands behind Tek, his arms crossed over his chest. Tek finally realizes that Price is behind him and turns around.
Tek: You need something?
Jay Price: You think you got me, don't you Tek? Goading me into a match at Explosion for my United States Title.
Tek: It was as easy as taking candy from a baby.
Jay Price: Well I'm glad that you're happy with yourself, because I have a little bit of news for you.
Tek: Oh? And what's that?
Jay Price: It seems as though the paperwork for that match was...mysteriously...lost.
Tek: What the hell are you talking about?
Jay Price: The match at Explosion isn't going to happen. That's what the hell I'm talking about.
The crowd can be heard booing as Price smirks.
Tek: Hell no! You agreed to that match Price. It is going to happen.
Jay Price: Hey man look, I wanted the match to happen as much as the next guy. But the paperwork...
Tek: Oh how convenient. And with you being on the board I'm sure you had nothing to do with it.
Jay Price: Are you accusing me of something?
Tek: You're damn right I am! You're weaseling your way out of our match because you're afraid to face me.
Jay Price: Oh that's cute, real cute. Look I just came by to let you know the bad news, okay? Tough look bud, maybe some other time.
Price turns and walks off as Tek looks like he's ready to explode.
Tek: You son of a bitch!
Price stops, the smirk on his face even bigger than earlier. He turns back around.
Jay Price: You know...maybe I can do something to make things a bit smoother between us.
Tek: You better start making sense before I put my boot down your throat.
Jay Price: You obviously are a bit pissed about the match being called off. And I of course am just heartbroken because I just wanted to face you so badly. So what if I can make you a deal.
Tek: I'm listening.
Jay Price: Like you said, I'm on the board. I can push the paperwork through for a match at Explosion real fast.
Tek: Well then why didn't you do that in the first place.
Jay Price: Well that idea just came to me, like right now. I'm a genius like that.
Tek: You mean a douchebag.
Jay Price: Calm down Teky, you'll like this. I'll push the paperwork through...but there's a catch.
Tek: I'm real shocked.
Jay Price: I'll give you the title match at Explosion, just like you wanted, but I want something in return.
Jay Price: Well since you decided you wanted to make things personal last week with those little cheap shots, I think I want to make things personal as well.
Tek: What the hell are you talking about?
Jay Price: You want the United States Title? Fine, you can have the match. You win, you get the belt. I win...I get your mask.
Jay Price: You heard me. You wanted to make things personal, well welcome to personal Tek. You want the title then you put your mask on the line.
Tek: This is bullshit.
Jay Price: Welcome to life. Take it or leave it Tek.
Price crosses his arms as Tek looks like he wants to kill Price.
Jay Price: Excellent. Great doing business with you sport.
Price winks at Tek and gives him a thumbs up before turning and walking off.
Price, now a bit annoyed, turns back around.
Jay Price: What?
Tek: I want something else.
Jay Price: Something else? I'm giving you a god damn title match. A title match that you don't even deserve but I figured what the hell, why not. Now you want more? Fine. What the hell do you want Tek?
Tek: I want to pick the match at Explosion.
Jay Price: You want to pick the match? Are you kidding me?
Tek: Come on Price, you seem so confident that you're going to win, why not raise the stakes?
Jay Price: You're joking, right?
Tek: Not one bit.
Jay Price: I...I...you know what, screw it. Pick whatever match you want Tek, it's your funeral so you might as well plan it.
Price turns and walks off as Tek is now the one smiling.
As we come back from commercial break 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."
"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.
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.
Zach Davis: I wasn't here last week but I did watch the show. Let's hope Jesse Styles has a better night tonight than he did last week!
Shannan Lerch: Remember, though, Vengeance became the Internet Champion just a few days ago. He's on a roll. And he has the chance at Doc Henry's Hardcore Championship too!
Indeed, Vengeance goes right on the attack, running at Styles. Styles ducks away from him and then hits him with a series of jabs before throwing him to the ropes. As Vengeance comes back Styles catches him and executes a Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zach Davis: Vengeance is NOT a small man, what an impressive move there.
Styles starts stomping away at Vengeance before backing up and running at him, dropping an elbow too. Styles then lifts Vengeance up and grabs her for a DDT.
Shannan Lerch: The DDT, one of the most common moves in wrestling... because it is one of the most devastating.
Vengeance knows it, and starts jabbing Styles in the side several times and breaking away from him. Styles runs at Vengeance but Vengeance gets his boot up, kicking Styles in the gut. He then takes him down with a Swinging Neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Looks like Vengeance is taking back control now.
Vengeance, angry that Styles got so much offense in, starts stomping him over and over. Vengeance then lifts Styles up and grabs him by the throat.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes a Chokeslam!
But no!, in mid air Styles reverses it and DDTs Vengeance to the mat after all! Styles quickly pins him!
No!, Vengeance kicks out!
Zach Davis: Great reversal there!, but no cigar for Jesse Styles.
Styles picks Vengeance up again but Vengeance gets him with a Knife Edge Chop. Then another, then another. Vengeance throws Styles to the ropes and then hits him with a Sidewalk Slam as he comes back.
Shannan Lerch: Can't keep the Internet Champ down for long.
Vengeance is ready to end the match. He pulls Styles in...
Zach Davis: He's going for the Death Blow!
Vengeance hits it! He then locks in the Death Lock!
Shannan Lerch: That's his move! He's got it in!
Styles has no choice but to tap out.
Zach Davis: And Vengeance picks up yet another win!
Vengeance's music hits as he gets to his feet, getting his arm raised.
Backstage, Eric Price, Gravedigger, Adrian and the other remaining MS-13 member make their way to the parking lot where they find one of their MS-13 cohorts laid out in a bloody mess. Gravedigger turns to Adrian and his remaining follower, angered.
Gravedigger: How the hell do you let something like this happen?
Gravedigger: JUST...UGH. Clean it up.
Eric notices something not quite right.
Eric Price: What a minute...what in the hell?
Eric leans in closely as he hears a ticking noise. He immediately starts to lose it.
Eric Price: That damn TICKING! I can't stand it! I hear it everywhere...EVERYWHERE!
Gravedigger: No wait, I hear it too.
The two of them roll the decimated gang member over only to see a clock attached to what looks like explosives. The ticking is happening very rapidly as the clock counts down.
Eric Price: IT'S A BOMB!
The men instinctively bring their arms up to shield their faces as the clock runs out and one final loud TICK is heard. But no bomb goes off. Eric slowly pulls his arms away from his face and looks at the device.
Eric Price: AHHH!
He jumps back as one final scare erupts as something shoots up from the device. It is a flag that reads 'TIME'S UP BITCH!' Eric about loses it.
Eric Price: That bitch! That caniving bitch!
Eric takes the 'bomb' and throws it against the ground, stomping on it a few times in anger.
Gravedigger: Don't worry, she'll get hers.
As the group focuses on the phony bomb and the fallen gang member, the crowd begins to erupt as in the far corner of the screen, we notice the other MS -13 gang member standing there and the faint hint of red hair glimmers in the dim light just behind him. Without warning, a belt is looped around his neck and he is dragged off screen in silence and unbeknownst to anyone there. We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: I love it! Sarah Twilight is eliminating the numbers! It's about time that someone taught these jackasses a lesson.
Shannan Lerch: I don't like it one bit. I think Sarah is unstable. Someone needs to put a stop to this!
As we come back from commercial, "Flashlight" by Parliament Funkadelic is playing over the PA. "The Mack" Steve Orbit is standing in the ring, draped in mink and gold. He's twirling a cane between his fingers. The crowd is going crazy. The music begins to die down, as Orbit holds his hand up to silence the crowd.
Steve Orbit: What's up Detroit?
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: Yo, yo. As y'all are well aware, Explosion is a week from tonight. And as you also know, Explosion is a big night for your boy the Mack... it's a night where, if you listen to the odds, and the people talkin'... I got a good chance of losin' my job. I got a good chance of gettin' fired by our CEO, Jonny Fly.
Orbit pauses for a mixed reaction from the crowd, mostly boos. Orbit begins to pace around the ring.
Steve Orbit: Here's the thing, y'all. I debuted last year at Aftermath in April, almost a year ago. When I first came here, I had no direction. I had no mother fuckin' gameplan. All I knew, was that I wanted to be big, and I wanted to be the best-- I knew I had a bright future here. So what did I do? I accomplished goal, after goal, after goal-- I won the Television championship, twice. I went into Ultimate Showdown last July, I came out with the United States title-- and I held that mother fucker until I lost it to Scoutmaster at One, smashin' the record for the longest United States title reign in United States history.
Pause for another pop.
Steve Orbit: Sure, I've had my ups and downs-- I've defeated some big names, and I've gotten defeated by some big names. Have I performed at a hundred percent every single week? If I'm honest with y'all... the answer is no, I haven't. But I put on a damn good show every time, inside AND outside the mother fuckin' ring. I've done more in the past year than I ever imagined was possible-- oh yeah, not to mention becomin' down with Waylon Cash and forming the Homegrown Players, winning the Tag Team titles, and helping form the supergroup that y'all know as GENESIS.
Pause for a huge crowd pop at the mention of Genesis.
Steve Orbit: I've had WCF gold around my waist for damn near my entire career. Out of eleven months, I've had maybe a month total, combined, without holding a mother fuckin' championship. Who else has done that? Huh? WHO ELSE?
Pause for an awkward moment as Orbit starts to lose his cool. He puts his fist to his mouth before taking a deep breath and continuing.
Steve Orbit: No one else, y'all. No one. Not since I been around. But despite all of that, I find myself in this mother fuckin' predicament. I find myself with Jonny Fly, the current CEO of the WCF, tellin' me that I ain't achieved enough. That I ain't tried hard enough. That I should have accomplished more, that I should have seventeen World titles and be in the Hall of Fame by now, or whatever the fuck he expects, I dunno. So excuse me if, looking back at everything I've done, all the hard work I've put in, that I take a little bit, no-- a LOT of mother fuckin' offense when this man calls me an underachiever. It ain't right. It ain't the truth.
Pause. Orbit continues to pace around the ring.
Steve Orbit: The truth is... I don't know what Fly is thinkin'. I don't know what his real motivation is for challenging me, and puttin' my career on the line. I'm not buyin' his story. There's somethin' else going on in his mind, there's some other motive... I don't know what it is, and honestly y'all, I don't even think I give a fuck. The match is a done deal, it's booked, it's ready to go-- it is what it is, you know what I'm sayin'. So at this point, my back is against the wall, and I only got one choice, one option-- and that's to get my fuckin' mind right, go to Explosion next Sunday, and BEAT JONNY FLY.
Mixed reaction from the crowd. Mostly cheers. Orbit starts to play to the crowd as they pop for him, and taunting Jonny Fly fans. After a few moments of this...
"300 Violin Orchestra" hits the PA. The crowd goes INSANE, anticipating the showdown between two of the WCF's top faces. Finally, Fly emerges from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp, mic in hand.
Jonny Fly: Say no more, Steve. You've said all there is to say. You've admitted to everyone here tonight that what I've been saying is true; "The Mack" Steve Orbit hasn't always given it his all. That's my entire problem with you. Do I dislike you as a person? Not really. We share a lot of common interests, don't we? The problem is that I should be able to count on you week in and week out as a Main Event caliber wrestler...and I can't. You've been thrown around on every big stage you've been on; Tag-Team and group matches against me, Ultimate Showdown, One...should I go on?
Fly pauses and takes a few steps forward. He's now at the top of the ramp.
Jonny Fly: Look at this from my perspective, Steve. I don't want to carry this company as its star wrestler anymore. I certainly can, but I'm busy cleaning up the mess Seth Lerch created. As a group, Pantheon wanted that person to be Jeff Purse. For awhile he was, until Eric Price took him out with a car. Fast forward nearly three months and we've sat back we've watched absolutely...nobody...step forward in our absence. That could have been you, Orbit. No, scratch that, it SHOULD have been you. Instead, we're left with Eric Price.
Fly shakes his head in disgust and takes another couple of steps down the ramp.
Jonny Fly: I agree with you in regards to your success here. That's why I'm saying what I am. I'm not standing here telling you that you can't wrestle worth a damn, quite the opposite. I know you're talented, which is why its frustrating to me that you're buried in the Genesis pecking order and buried in the WCF as a whole. These are the facts, Steve. Can you explain that to me? Can you justify why you think you're good enough to beat me, yet, not good enough to sniff the World Title scene going on an entire year in the company?
Fly takes a few more steps and now finds himself at the bottom of the ramp.
Jonny Fly: If you do manage to beat me, what are you actually proving? Think about it. The only time I've been pinned in this company Jay Price won a fuckin' World Title for it. All you would prove is that I was right about you. In reality, you can't win this match, Steve. You can only retain your employment as a middling tag-team champion, by far the worst title division in WCF. I'm going to come out on the other side golden, no matter what you do. In the meantime I'll successfully send a message to the entire roster. Anyone that wants to be as big of an UNDERACHIEVER as Steve Orbit, they'll be shown the door as well.
With that, Jonny Fly slides into the ring. Orbit moves in, inches from Fly's face.
Steve Orbit: Let me tell you somethin'-- I CAN win this match, and I WILL win this match.
Jonny Fly: That's the spirit, Mack. That look in your eyes? That's what's been missing. My experiment is working exactly as I planned. You finally look like you care about the direction of your career. Unfortunately, it's too late for you. But the entire roster should learn from this moment.
Steve Orbit: This is all a game to you, huh, Fly? Well I ain't playin' no games with you, and at Explosion, I ain't just gonna beat you-- I'ma stomp your head into the mother fuckin' mat!
With that, Orbit drops the mic and begins breathing heavily. His fists clench. Fly just stands there, smiling. Orbit starts poking Fly's chest, animatedly telling him why he should watch his mouth. Waylon Cash and Corey Black emerge from the back, together, and run down to the ring. Cash grabs Orbit and pulls him away from Fly and Black grabs Fly and pulls him away from Orbit. Fly and Orbit continue to bark at each other from across the ring.
Zach Davis: As we roll on here tonight, coming up next is Magnus vs Al Envy.
Shannan Lerch: Both men looking to gain momentum headed toward Explosion, Al Envy looking to establish himself here tonight. Wait, Al Envy? Are you serious?
Zach Davis: Yes, I’m just as surprised as you are. Al Envy, a man who had been rumored to be nothing but a figment of our collective imaginations is making his debut here again in WCF tonight.
“Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson begins to play throughout the Joe Louis Arena as the green flashing lights illuminate the arena.
Zach Davis: Can it be? Is it really him?
Shannan Lerch: This can’t possibly happen. He does not exist. He is not real! This crowd buzzing wondering if it can really be him.
Al comes out to a huge ovation.
Zach Davis: Oh my God, it is him! I can’t believe it, all the speculation, all the talk, all the rumors were false and Al Envy is actually gracing us with his presence here tonight! I don’t believe it!
Shannan Lerch: And looks like he’s not coming alone. That’s Tori Notorious with him tonight.
Al slaps a few hands as he walks down with Tori. He then springboards into the ring and climbs up to all four turnbuckles to acknowledge the crowd. The crowd receiving him well upon his debut as he gets back down and starts stretching while waiting for his opponent, Tori watching on the outside.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, from Fort Worth, TX, standing at 6’ 3”, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the Show Stealer … Al Envy!
Zach Davis: Well this crowd certainly came unglued at his arrival, I think mainly surprised that he is here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: This is already a promising debut as the crowd is solidly behind him.
The national anthem of Russia starts playing over the speakers as the Russian flag proudly waves on the screen as an octet of singers take the stage, four men and four women on the number of microphones along with the music starting and they sing the Russian national anthem as Magnus comes out from the back, proudly waving the flag of Russia, the crowd almost drowning him even louder in a chorus of boos as well as "Russia Sucks" chants.
Zach Davis: Loud chants of “Russia Sucks” as well as “U S A … U S A” permeate the crowd here tonight.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent from Moscow, standing at 6’ 3”, weighing in at 227 lbs., he is the Siberian Lion, Magnus!
Magnus unphased by the reaction of the crowd as he goes down the hill and go in the direction of going up the stairs, but eventually get into a verbal exchange with a member of the front row before turning his back to the ring, raising the flag high and finally get in. Magnus proudly wave the flag around more slowly as the octet soothes him and this match is about to start.
Crowd boos loudly
Zach Davis: And Magnus ever so confident despite this response from a hostile crowd.
Shannan Lerch: Well, everyone’s looking to make a name for themselves here in WCF, Magnus is no exception.
Zach Davis: That’s right and you do that by winning matches. Let’s see which of these two men prevails as this matchup gets underway.
Shannan Lerch: And we have Envy and Magnus approach either immediately and Magnus looks Envy over as if to evaluate him, seeing if this is not a mirage and slaps the taste out of his mouth.
Zach Davis: Guess it’s as real as it gets. And Envy looks incensed here but has no time to react as Magnus quickly grabs Envy for a DDT and I can’t believe it, he actually nails a DDT this early in the match on the debuting Envy.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Zach Davis: But a kickout with authority from Envy. He just threw Magnus to the edge of the ring. Looks like Magnus wanted to end this matchup quickly and get Envy out of the way.
As Envy is down from the DDT and is recomposing himself, Magnus decides to strike Envy with his elbow right to the chest.
Zach Davis: And looks like Magnus is really vicious here tonight as he strikes Envy with his elbow, again, and again, and again. Whoa, 5 times with his elbow here.
Shannan Lerch: Is Magnus going to pull off a victory against the debuting Al Envy here tonight?!
Zach Davis: And no, Envy kicks out again with authority! Magnus looking to put Envy away very early in this match up as Envy is a virtual question mark, no one knows what he brings to the table. However he is now coming to and looks ready to fight here. This crowd chanting for Envy.
Crowd: Let’s go Envy! Let’s go Envy! Let’s go Envy!
Envy 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 Magnus is now running toward Envy, going to try and clothesline him in the corner here.
Zach Davis: Envy however manages to stop him here and he lands a standing dropkick on him! Impressive as it connects! Cover!
Zach Davis: And Magnus barely kicks out of that one. A strong showing from both men in the early going of this match. Magnus and Envy both trying to get some momentum. Arguably a victory for Al Envy would really be great for his debut here and get his career off to a great start here in WCF!
Shannan Lerch: True although Envy needs to stay focused on this match, having the people on your side does not win you matches as Magnus can well attest to.
Zach Davis: Magnus is still down right now as Envy is getting up, he’s grabbing Magnus by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear Magnus down here.
Shannan Lerch: And Magnus appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Zach Davis: Lifting his arm and no, Magnus is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to Envy, and another elbow to the gut of Envy here as he’s forced to break the hold. Magnus dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Shannan Lerch: And Magnus now getting himself up as he looks to be on the attack. He goes after Envy but oh no, Envy lowers the ropes and Magnus goes over. And now a smile on the face of Envy.
Crowd: Envy! Envy! Envy!
Envy raises his hand with a smile on his face here as Magnus is down on the outside. Tori looking on from the opposite side of the ring impressed by his redebut here in WCF.
Zach Davis: Envy 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 Magnus can’t allow the chants to get to his head. He has to keep his focus on simply beating Envy here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I think Envy wants to make a name for himself in WCF again, he wants to continue what he started last year, despite his homosexual midget son.
Zach Davis: Magnus regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Envy now landing an elbow to Magnus in the gut over and over trying to wear him down and Magnus has not really been able to get almost any offense in this matchup. Envy really continuing to take it to Magnus here and looks like he’s grabbing him here and he’s setting him up for a bear hug.
Shannan Lerch: But Magnus knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to push Envy away toward the ropes. Envy coming back however and grabbing Magnus again. Magnus managing to push Envy down one more time and quickly jumps up on Envy and grabs him by the face and brings him down and a cross face to Envy.
Zach Davis: Magnus applies the crossface to Envy, Envy in pain here. But Magnus also trying to keep that crossface locked in on the Show Stealer here. You can feel the agony of Envy as he is trying to get to the bottom rope here.
Shannan Lerch: Inching closer, almost there. But wait Envy slowly breaking the lock, Magnus trying to hang onto it and Envy manages to break the submission hold.
Zach Davis: Envy recovering here but Magnus is shocked that Envy could break the crossface. Envy is getting up and Magnus is trying to sneak by but Envy meets him first with a hit right to the face. Magnus throws a punch at Envy, and another, and another. But Envy hits one well placed punch to Magnus right in the face.
Shannan Lerch: Cover!
Zach Davis: And Magnus manages to get his shoulder up. This has been an even contest so far, Envy and Magnus both showing why they are wrestlers and why they belong here in WCF! Although … midget homosexual son? Really, you have to bring that up Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: Well Al just found out recently, he didn’t even know. Nevertheless, both Envy and Magnus putting on a great match here, really pushing each other.
Crowd: Envy! Envy! Envy!
Zach Davis: The crowd of course behind Envy here. But, what does the son he just found out about have to do with anything? Shannan, sometimes…
Shannan Lerch: Nevermind that, Magnus also needs to remain focused on this matchup. But back to the point, first we find out Al Envy actually exists and now he also has a son, holy Moses what’s next? You’re going to tell me that Jay Price wants to be with me again?
Zach Davis: I’m going to leave that alone Shannan. And what’s Magnus doing now as he gets up, he’s arguing with the referee as Envy runs at him but Magnus 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 Envy. Envy comes again toward Magnus and oh no Magnus grabs him and he’s setting him up for it.
Crowd boos loudly.
Zach Davis: But no, Al Envy counters here and hits a Jawbreaker Lariat! Wow! And looks like the Show Stealer’s feeling it here and he’s going to finish Magnus off!
Shannan Lerch: And here we go, Waves of Envy! Connects! Cover!
Zach Davis: Wow, an impressive debut victory for Al Envy here tonight!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, the Show Stealer … Al Envy!
Zach Davis: And Envy getting on the top turnbuckle as Tori joins him in the ring to celebrate.
Shannan Lerch: Despite finding out about the midget gay illegimate bastard child he had, he was able to succeed here tonight!
Zach Davis: I … what is it with you about bringing that up? Does that really matter here? First we were even doubtful that Al Envy even existed and now Al Envy had an impressive debut and all you want to talk about are gay midgets.
Shannan Lerch: So, it’s a point to make because Al Envy brought it up as he’s leaving the ring here, the crowd solidly behind him.
Zach Davis: Nevertheless, an impressive debut and great momentum heading toward Explosion!
Scene opens in the office of WCF CFO and United States champion, Jay Price. Sitting in a chair directly across from him is "The Mack" Steve Orbit. Orbit has just handed Jay some papers, and we catch them in the middle of a conversation.
Steve Orbit: Basically, I want Havana to be my full-time valet. I think she can bring a lot to the company, you know-- she works in an industry that a lot of our viewers can... you know, "relate" to. It might even be a way to expand our audience.
Price looks up from the papers.
Jay Price: Her contract with Vivid Entertainment states that they have to be compensated every time she appears on TV.
Steve Orbit: I realize that, Jay, that's why I'm sayin'--
Jay Price: I know what you're saying. You want your girlfriend to be at your side. I get it.
Steve Orbit: She's not my girlfriend-- that's not the point. Think of the cross-promotional opportunities this could present.
Jay Price: Yeah, yeah. I'm not buying it, Orbit. Tell you what, if you want to reimburse the company for the Vivid compensation, then we'll bring her on board. If not-- I don't think she's worth the investment. Nothing personal.
Price hands the papers back to Orbit. Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: Aight, man. Your call. I'll think about it and get back to you.
Jay Price: Alright.
The two men shake hands. Orbit gets up and begins to walk out, when Corey Black enters the office. Noticing Corey's new "appearance", Orbit stops dead in his tracks. He looks Corey up and down, and there is a moment of awkward silence... until...
Steve Orbit: Sheeeeit, what's up my nigga?
Orbit and Black engage in an extended handshake, involving snapping fingers, lean-in hugs, a handstand, a breakdance headspin, dual backflips and ending with the exploding fistbump. It's a black thing.
Corey Black: Ain't nothin'. Just chillin' like it ain't no thang.
Steve Orbit: Word up. Hey man, let me holla at you for a minute.
Orbit motions towards outside the office. Corey nods, and follows Orbit outside to the hallway. They speak softly as if they don't want anyone to hear their secret black conversation.
Corey Black: What's up?
Steve Orbit: Yo, what's up with Fly, homie? Why's he doin' me like this?
Corey Black: Damn! Shit. It's wack, I know, homeboy. Straight up, I don't even know what Fly is thinkin'. He's one of my tightest homies, but I can't figure it out.
Steve Orbit: So, I mean, you really think he's gonna fire me if I lose? I mean, yo, I ain't gonna lose to the mother fucker, but you know... if it happened somehow, do you really think he'll fire me?
Corey Black: Shit, I dunno. Looks like he's for real, for real-- I hope he don't fire you, though, you know what I'm sayin'? I can't be the only strong, black voice in the WCF.
Steve Orbit: That's what I'm sayin', us colored folk gotta stick together, yo. I feel you. So you really don't know nothin' about it?
Corey Black: Nah. He just laid it on all of us, the whole Pantheon crew. Just told us that's the way it's gon' be-- he wants to make a example outta you. That's all he really said, yo.
Steve Orbit: Aight, man. Good talk. I'm 'bout to go get some hot wings, you down?
Corey Black: Damn! I wish, but I gotta go handle some biz with Jay. I'll holla at you.
Steve Orbit: Cool. Peace, brotha.
Corey Black: Peace.
Another extended handshake. Orbit turns and walks down the hall. Corey walks back into the office. Fade out.
Shannan Lerch: Davey Ortega versus Tek…RIGHT NOW!
“Sympathy for the Devil'' by the Rolling Stones fills the arena as the boos follow. Davey Ortega emerges from the back with a smile on his face. He slowly walks down the ramp, slowly raising his arms up as more boos come, which fuels his smile. He uses the stairs to get on the apron, casually getting into the ring.
Zach Davis: I have to admit, O-TV is pretty awesome.
“Am I Psyscho” plays and the arena goes dark and red and white pyro goes off from the sides of the stage. 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.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like we’re about ready to get this one started.
Ding, Ding, Ding.
Both men lock up to begin the match, but Ortega uses his in-ring experience to take control early. He pulls Tek close, and hits him with an uppercut to the face. Ortega then locks him in with a front facelock before taking Tek down with a DDT. Ortega immediately goes to turnbuckle and climbs to the top. He turns himself around and leaps, nailing Tek with a flying leg drop.
Shannan Lerch: Ortega showing off early, already going to top rope and inflicting a lot of damage.
Zach Davis: It appears…yes, he’s going to try the cover…
Shannan Lerch: Nope. There is a lot of fight left in Tek.
Tek pushes Ortega off of him and rolls to his feet. Ortega walks over, attempting a double ax handle, but Tek delivers a sharp kick to the gut. Tek quickly bounces himself off the ropes and comes back with a running knee lift to Ortega's face. Ortega is still standing, but not for long as Tek nails him with a clothesline that takes him to the mat.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes Tek!
Tek pulls Ortega up, and lifts him up with a show of strength. Tek holds Ortega for a second before taking him down with vertical suplex. It’s Tek’s turn for the cover now.
Zach Davis: NO! Davey Ortega shoots his shoulder off the mat just in the nick of time.
Tek attempts to pull Oretga back up, but Tek hits him in the face with an elbow. He shows his speed off by shooting the ropes and taking Tek down to the mat with a diving crossbody. Tek attempts to get up, but Ortega drills him with a drop kick.
Zach Davis: Another pin attempt!
Shannan Lerch: NO!
Zach Davis: It won’t get any closer than that, Shannan. Tek just manages to kick out.
Ortega quickly rolls off of Tek and makes his way to the turnbuckle once again. He climbs to the top and waits for Tek to get up to his feet.
Zach Davis: Watch out Tek!
Ortega jumps, but Tek quickly moves out of the way and Ortega hits the mat empty-handed. Tek quickly scrambles to his feet and runs over to the bottom rope and springboards himself and hits Ortega with a 450 splash. He immediately goes for the cover.
Ortega kicks out, but immediately hooks Tek and tries a roll-up.
Shannan Lerch: Look at this! I think he’s holding Tek’s shorts too!
Zach Davis: The referee doesn’t see it!
Shannan Lerch: NO! TEK KICKS OUT! SOMEHOW HE KICKED OUT!
Zach Davis: Wow, Shannan. Ortega almost stole that one…literally.
With that, both men get back to their feet. However, Tek is quickly taken down with a SPEAR!
Shannan Lerch: SETTING SUN!
Ortega drops on top of Tek, hooking his leg.
Zach Davis: Davey Ortega icks up the victory!
Shannan Lerch: But can he beat Steeltoe Joe!? We'll find out one week from today at Explosion!
Zach Davis: Wow what match, Those two men gave it there all.
Shannan Lerch: WAIT!!!!! What is Tek doing?
As Ortega gets his arm raised, Tek stumbles up and hits him with a Lariat from behind, right in the back of the head.
Zach Davis: NO TEK DON’T!!!!
Tek goes outside the ring and grabs chair. He throws the chair in the ring and then looks under the ring and grabs a table.
Shannan Lerch: Um, Zach I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel anything good coming from this.
Zach Davis: You can say that again.
Shannan Lerch: Um, Zach I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel anything good coming from this.
Zach Davis: You really said it twice?
Tek puts the table in the ring and slides back into the ring and picks up the chair and hit Ortega with it he drops the chair and sets up the table and he slides back out the ring and looks under the ring and finds something. Davey is getting up slowly and doesn’t know where he is at this point Cherokee sees this and grabs a microphone and slides in the ring and get behind Davey. He turns around and she throws the microphone high in the air and he looks at it and she drops to her knees and lands a low blow. Davey falls and the microphone lands on him and he is screaming in pain. Tek finally gets out from under the ring and is not empty handed he has a ladder. He slides it in the ring and follows it. Cherokee is in the ring laughing and smiling and helping Tek setup the ladder. He picks up Davey and hits the hatchet job. Cherokee picks up the microphone and they both climb the ladder till they are both at the top, Cherokee hands Tek the microphone.
Tek: JAY!!!! I want your title and you want my mask? That is already signed sealed and delivered for Explosion. I told you and the WCF fans that I would pick the match tonight well guess what I made my choice. In case don’t like hints or clues or you are just stupid just look around this ring and you should know what type of match I pick. At Explosion Jay you and I are going to make one huge explosion in Chicago. Because we are going to do it in a TLC MATCH!!! So mark the date zero three, three one, one three. Jay Price versus Tek the wildcard in a TLC match title versus mask.
”Am I a psycho” plays and Zach and Shannan are talking
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!
Zach Davis: Did we hear Tek right? Did he say a TLC match in the title versus mask at explosion?
Shannan Lerch: Yeah that’s what I heard, but did you see Cherokee climb the ladder in the outfit she is wearing? Fucking slut, but I also wonder where she got that outfit from?
Zach Davis: Oh come on after what Tek said you are thinking about shopping?
Yuo, El Taco De Genial, Motherfucking Danny, Rockajabroni and Skittlez are in the ring. Boos raining over them.
Zach Davis: Are you frickin' serious? We actually have to watch these nobodies?
Yuo: Listen up! We are the Jobbers For Hire! We are sick of being treated a low class sideshows and we will destroy anyone that gets in our way! Pantheon, Genesis, Rebellion and anyone in this locker room! Except Waylon Cash. He is too awesome! And kawaii! And--
Suddenly, "Walls of Innocence" by Egypt Central blasts through the arena. The Ninja comes out from backstage.
Shannan Lerch: The Ninja is out! Looks like he has something to say!
The Ninja: Kawaii? Are you that fucking gay?
The crowd is in confusion, giving strange laughter as they don't know what The Ninja is talking about.
The Ninja: Actually, I'm not surprised that you have sexual fantasies of Waylon Cash and Hatsune Miku. But if you have a retarded preference, then there's no point in telling anyone, considering that its very obvious.
The crowd begins to laugh.
The Ninja: On second thought, just crawl underneath the rock you came from. Because you retards wouldn't even last a single year in this business. Surprisingly, Cryboy McEmo holds the record for the jobber to have the longest WCF contract.
Shannan Lerch: True.
Yuo: Hey, why don't you come over here and I'll teach you how to fight like a real badass?
The Ninja: Are you asking the teacher, you insignificant worm? You need to know your place!
Yuo signals Rockajabroni to attack The Ninja. Rockajabroni slides out of the ring and runs towards The Ninja.
Shannan Lerch: It looks like the assault has begun.
Just as The Ninja prepares himself, a mysterious masked stranger, donning a white cheetah mask, speeds out from backstage and whacks Rockajabroni with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: What the--?!
Shannan Lerch: He's the guy that appeared on the Wednesday Night show! What's he doing here?
The man begins to stomp on Rockajabroni. Later, he looks at the jobbers, who are scared shitless, and points at them.
The man runs down to clean house, leaving a bewildered ninja watching from the stage. He begins to punch down several jobbers down. From Motherfucking Danny to El Taco De Genial and to Yuo. Skittlez tries to deliver his signature move.
Zach Davis: Are you serious?
The masked man kicks Skittlez in the midsection and delivers a jumping powerbomb, a huge crash on the canvas. Then, he grabs him by the legs and executes a giant swing, throwing Skittlez out of the ring immediately.
Shannan Lerch: What a throw!
Yuo rolls out of the ring and comes back in with a steel chair to attack the man from behind. Just as The Ninja tries to prevent this, a hand is placed on his shoulder. He turns around and to his surprise, Joel Hall is here. The crowd begins to go mad.
Zach Davis: IT'S JOEL HALL!
Shannan Lerch: Three months ago, he was injured severely by Gravedigger and Terry Roberts. But now, he's finally returned!
Yuo tries to attack the masked man. But to his surprise, he dodges it and kicks him in the midsection. Picking Yuo up, the masked man executes a Stretch Buster!
Zach Davis: STRETCH BUSTER!
Shannan Lerch: And right on the chair!
The masked man gets up and pretends to cut his own throat, following by a thumbs down. Joel Hall has a microphone in his hand.
Joel Hall: Meet my newest client, Cheetah Fighter! That's right! I'll be concentrating on becoming his manager--no wait! Manager sounds like the biggest asscrack in the entire WCF history. I'm his coach! That's right! He is the next revolution of WCF!
Cheetah Fighter walks back to backstage.
Joel Hall: And Ninja...good luck being in a new stable. You've just crossed the stable killer.
Joel walks back with Cheetah as The Ninja looks at the two.
Zach Davis: And now for team "Shares Shannan Sex Stories."
Shannan Lerch: HEY.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
"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.
Zach Davis: Here is Team Pantheon. The United States Champion is in the middle of a heated feud with Tek, while Jonny Fly kinda inexplicably wants to fire Steve Orbit.
Shannan Lerch: Steve Orbit is a low life delinquent.. he DESERVES to be fired.
The arena goes dark and all of a sudden a large blue O appears on the WCFtron. "Crush'em" by Megadeath starts playing as the rest of the word "Order" appears on the WCftron. Two blue lights fall from the rafters and smoke billows from the entrance. Odin and Zeus step out into the arena. They walk slowly towards the ring as the lights fade back up. They reach the ring and climb up into the ring ready for battle.
Zach Davis: Odin and Zeus are debuting as The Order here tonight. We've been waiting for this one for a while. High profile debut, too!
Jonny Fly starts for his team, Zeus for his.
Shannan Lerch: Good thing for Odin that Odin Balfore isn't currently around, or else I feel like there'd be some issues there.
Fly and Zeus tie up, with Fly getting early control and pushing Zeus to a corner. The ref orders a break, and although it looks like Fly is about to give it, he slaps Zeus, causing the crowd to "ooooh." Zeus explodes out of the corner and Clotheslines Fly down. Fly gets back up and Zeus lifts him over his head!
Zach Davis: Oh my God! What strength!
Fly shifts his weight, however, and lands behind Zeus. Fly spins him around, kicks him in the gut and drops him with a Neckbreaker. He then runs to the ropes, Springboards, and hits a Moonsault!
No!, the powerhouse Zeus kicks out. Fly gets up and tags in Price.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes the United States Champion.
Price gets into the ring and starts stomping at Zeus. He then puts him into a Single Leg Boston Crab.
Zach Davis: Price, ever the scientific wrestler. Wearing down Zeus's leg, good idea.
However, Zeus eventually reaches the ropes and grabs them. The ref tells Price to break the hold, which he eventually does, right before the count of five. Price lifts Zeus up but Zeus throws Price to the ropes and then hits him with a huge Spinebuster on the way back!
Shannan Lerch: HUGE Spinebuster!
Zeus then tags in Odin.
Zach Davis: Yep, here comes the former World Champio-...oh wait, wrong Odin.
Odin comes in and grabs Price. He lifts him up in a Stalling Overhead Suplex.
Shannan Lerch: Another huge display of strength!
And after several moments, Odin drops Price to the mat. Odin then covers him.
No!, Price kicks out!
Zach Davis: Fly and Price is a team of former World Champions. It doesn't get any more tough than these two, no matter how big you are.
Odin picks Price up and lifts him for a Release Powerbomb.
Shannan Lerch: KRS!
But no, Price flips over Odin into a rollup pin!
No! Odin kicks out! Both Odin and Price get to their feet, Price ducks a Clothesline and then hits a huge German Suplex! He then tags Fly, who is already on the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: FLY IS.. WELL.. FLYING!
Fly dives off the top with the Fly Swatter to Odin!
Price blocks interference from Zeus.
Shannan Lerch: Anndd Pantheon is victorious.
Fly and Price stand up and the ref quickly raises their hands.
Zach Davis: I'll give it to Jonny Fly. He's probably been the longest running non-Seth owner we've had in forever. And winningest, too.
Shannan Lerch: We'll see what happens when he gets in the ring with a guy he's put into a corner like he has Steve Orbit.
"Sex Type Thing" by Stone Temple Pilots starts playing as Adam Young walks out towards the ring in ripped blue jeans, a black "Kinks" t-shirt and black converse tennis shoes on. He grabs a mic and climbs into the ring.
Adam Young: You know every generation has its iconic figures and it has it loudmouth idiots. We here in WCF have both. I've been the one who sits back and just listens to all the crap comeing out of both kinds mouths. I figure its time I put my two cents into the convo. I say at the WCF Pay Per View we have ourselves a first in wrestling history a Three-way Last Man Standing street fight. Three men enter and one man leaves. You put three of the best tag team wrestlers in the ring together at one time and show these rookies how its done old school style. Adam Young versus Doc Henry versus Corey Black.
Crowd goes crazy.
Adam Young: Now folks don't get your hopes up yet cause in those three names there seems to be one coward and he goes by Corey Black. I know Doc's down to get brutual for all you WCF fans out there and you all know I have no reguard for my own self. Balls in your court Black, put up or shut up.
"Sex Type Thing" starts back up and Adam leaves threw the crowd.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing...
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lazers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage.
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.
Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out, with the lovely Vixens skipping behind The Monster. The gathering are already scattered throughout the crowd. There are some scattered screams throughout the crowd. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
NOW I'M LOST IN OBLIVION!!!
The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash.
Lightning strike the corners corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. Shannan looks down and sees Zach hiding under the commentary table.
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. the Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards Oblivion. Helf the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing.
The gathering and The vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman.... The god of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!!
"Hands" by The Almost plays over the PA.
“With our hands held high we're screaming..."
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: Striker's been doing well upon returning to the WCF. Oblivion is, of course, a legend as well.
Zach Davis: This is two of WCF's most notable stars facing off tonight, and it starts right now!
DING DING DING
Oblivion charges at Striker with a big right hand, but Striker steps out of the way. Striker starts kicking at the back of Obi's legs. Obi winces at the kicks but uses his reach advantage to push Striker away. This leads to a tie-up, with Oblivion getting the advantage, wrapping his arms around Striker and lifting him for an inverted atomic drop. Striker stumbles back holding his groin. Oblivion drops Striker with a running lariat.
Zach Davis: Oblivion seems to be taking control early.
Shannan Lerch: I wouldn't count out either of these guys-- they both have long and decorated histories, they know what it takes to win.
As Striker gets back up, Oblivion grabs ahold of him and does a headbutt, before shoving him into the corner. Again, he grabs Striker by the head and begins to smash his head into the turnbuckle repeatedly. Striker looks a bit dazed as Oblivion pulls him out of the corner and scoops him up, gorilla pressing him over his head.
Zach Davis: What a display of strength by the monster Oblivion.
Obi sends Skyler to the mat hard with a gorilla press slam.
Shannan Lerch: Striker may be wishing he stayed retired right about now.
Zach Davis: He might be forced to retire again after taking all this punishment at the hands of Oblivion!
With Striker on the mat, Oblivion lands stomp after stomp to his head and upper body. He starts with a boot choke, holding the top rope for leverage-- the ref warns him, but Oblivion ignores the warning. When the ref begins the five count, Oblivion finally releases the choke at four. He drags Striker to the middle of the ring and pins him.
Shannan Lerch: Striker gets a shoulder up at two!
Zach Davis: He's gonna need to mount some type of offense here.
Oblivion rests while Striker gets back to his feet. As soon as he hits his feet, Oblivion grabs him and whips him to the ropes-- on the return, Oblivion goes for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker--
Zach Davis: Striker reverses into a headscissors takedown in midair! He used the momentum of the tilt-a-whirl to take Oblivion down!
Shannan Lerch: That's what Hall of Famers do, Zach. They find a way.
Oblivion is still fresh. Striker is looking worn. They reach their feet at the same time. Oblivion makes his way towards Striker but Striker hits him with a superkick to the jaw! Oblivion staggers, holding his jaw. Thinking quickly, Striker hits the ropes and flies off with a springboard DDT, spiking Oblivion's head to the mat. Striker covers Oblivion.
Shannan Lerch: No, Oblivion powers out before two!
Zach Davis: But Skyler Striker is back in it!
Striker kicks Oblivion as he tries to get back to his feet. After a flurry of kicks, Striker pulls Oblivion to his feet and then shoves him into the corner. Striker hits a few chops to Oblivion's chest, and backs away to the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: Striker with a handspring, into a corner splash!
Oblivion collapses out of the corner. Striker pulls him away from the corner and hits a standing moonsault into a cover!
Zach Davis: Oblivion kicks out!
Shannan Lerch: Striker is really showing why he's been so successful here in the WCF.
Striker approaches Oblivion and attempts to grab him off the mat... but Oblivion sprays him with blue haze mist out of nowhere! The Vixens were distracting the ref. Stiker starts rubbing his face before he drops from the effects of the mist. Obi keeps on the attack, getting to a knee and catching Striker with a running legdrop. Oblivion grabs him off the mat and hits a two-handed chokebomb! Oblivion covers Striker.
Shannan Lerch: STRIKER KICKS OUT! It looks like the effects of that mist are wearing off.
They crawl to the center of the ring and start trading right hands, on their knees. Oblivion catches Striker with a good right hand to the head, and as he is reeling, Oblivion lunges forward with a clothesline. Striker hits the mat hard. Oblivion slowly grabs him off the mat and puts him in a fireman's carry--
Zach Davis: This could be it, 5150 time!
Oblivion executes a fireman's carry cutter!
Shannan Lerch: He hits it! Here's the pin!
DING DING DING
Oblivion's music plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Oblivion picks up the win over Skyler Striker!
Oblivion stands in the ring with his arm raised. Skyler rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well folks, it's about time that Eric Price gets what he has coming to him. Just one week away from having to defend the World Championship at Explosion against Sarah Twilight, Eric Price must first get by her Genesis stablemate Frank Patrick Venable. And that is no easy task.
Shannan Lerch: This is outrageous! Eric has defended his championship numerous times already. And he has a huge match at Explosion, why is he being forced to defend again now?
Zach Davis: Defended? DEFENDED? The man tried to permanently injure me! He hasn't defended a damn thing! He is a coward, an asshole and as far as I am concerned, the sooner someone kicks his ass, the better!
Shannan Lerch: Uh...let's get down to Kyle Steel before you blow a gasket.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!
HUGE pop from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger.....
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.
Kyle Steel: From Atlanta, Georgia...weighing in at two hundred and five pounds....representing Genesis...he is Frank Patrick Venable...FPV!!!!
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....
The crowd immediately begins to boo. You Know My Name - by Chris Cornell hits. Gold lights start flashing as the music starts.
Kyle Steel: From Pacific Palisades, California and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds.....he is the reigning and defending WCF World Heavyweight Champion.....ERIC PRICE!!!!
As soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shines on him as he makes his way to the ring with a slow and determined walk with a smirk on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and simply looks down on the audience. WCF World Title around his waist. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience with disdain and a grin on his face.
Shannan Lerch: And here we go!
Zach Davis: Ooooh I can't wait to see Franky whoop his ass!
Referee Stanley Moser takes the WCF World Title and holds it high in the air for everyone to see. He calls for the bell and the two rivals waste no time going straight at each othis. They trade blows back and forth for what seems like an eternity. Neither man backing down from their stance. Both of them continue to brawl, getting themselves against the ropes. FPV sends a few jabs at Eric, and has him reeling. However, Eric responds by punching FPV right in his throat. The challenger backs off, holding his windpipe and gasping for air.
Zach Davis: And things have already escalated already fierce into the fire!
Shannan Lerch: Did you see that? He punched him in the throat! That HAD to hurt!
Eric takes advantage, pulling FPV up and over for a perfect german suplex. This garners a round of boos from the crowd. FPV is down, still having no time to catch his breath and Eric continues on the assault, STOMPING his boot into the back of FPV's next. You can hear the air escape FPV. He gasps even louder and Eric hauls him up by the hair and picks him up for a scoop slam, But FPV shoves off, catching Eric with a reverse DDT. The champion is down and now FPV seizes the opportunity, rushing into the ropes and nailing a picture perfect running knee to Eric's head. FPV is back up quickly, climbing the turnbuckle, He sits thise perched, waiting. As Eric gets to his feet, FPV launches himself from the top with a flying clothesline, again taking the champion down
Zach Davis: FPV has turned this around, and quickly. He came to fight!! And Eric Price is finding that out right now. The coward that he is!
Shannan Lerch: I think both are well prepared for the other. It's just a matter of that one mistake. FPV is more likely to make that mistake with his risks to try and become champion. Eric has that advantage, he doesn't HAVE to pin Frank to retain, Frank HAS to take chances to try and win.
Zach Davis: Oh please! Eric hasn't had a real fight since he's been Champion. He takes shortcuts, and uses thugs to get the job done for him.
Eric is still reeling and FPV hauls him to his feet, sending him into the ropes with a whip. Eric ducks an elbow smash attempt on the return and stops himself short, just behind FPV, taking the challenger by surprise with a NASTY backbreaker. Again the crowd erupts with boos. Eric is grinning now as he takes a methodical approach as he sits his weight down on FPV's back and locks his hands under his chin, locking in a camel clutch.
Shannan Lerch: Eric Price is going to make an example out of Frank Venable. Making him admit he isn't worth it. He's going to make him quit!
Zach Davis: Gimmie a break. I am really getting sick of hearing you praise Eric Price. SICK OF IT!
Shannan Lerch: Alright, jeez, calm down.
Eric continues to wrench the hold and FPV is struggling, but He manages to get his knees tucked under his just far enough and tries to stand up. Eric is forcing all of his weight into FPV, trying to prevent him from reaching a vertical base. But somehow he does, and backs Eric into the turnbuckle, forcing him to release his grip. The crowd goes wild, chanting for FPV. Eric is down momentarily and FPV holds the small of his back in pain. He takes a few seconds to catch his breath and goes right back after Eric. He hauls Eric to his feet but receives a kick to the gut that backs him off. Eric rushes Frank with a clothesline, But FPV sends a standing dropkick that catches Eric right in the side of the head! The Champion falls backwards onto the mat and again, FPV is in control.
Zach Davis: FPV back in control. Can He capitalize from here?
Shannan Lerch: Eric looks to be out...this may be over right here!
FPV moves in now, going for the cover, but Eric pulls his into a small package. Stanley Moser drops for the count
FPV kicks out and gets back to his feet quickly. Eric is a bit slower to the draw and FPV rushes him with a clothesline, the momentum carries both men over the top rope and to the outside.
Zach Davis: A nearfall there as Eric was playing possum...how surprising. And this is getting crazy already!
Shannan Lerch: You can never count out the World Champion. He's remained on top for so long, and you never know where he will strike from.
Zach Davis: Do you even listen to yourself? Ugh!
Both FPV and Eric are out on the floor and slowly getting to their feet. FPV makes it up a second faster and grabs hold of Eric for another hard whip, but it's reversed and FPV is sent CRASHING into the ringpost HEAD FIRST!!! He bounces off of the ringpost and hits the ground like a sack of potatoes. A crimson mask flows down his face now. Eric remains relentless, moving towards FPV. He removes the top portion of the ring steps and tosses them aside. He now DRAGS FPV to the steps, placing the challenger's leg on the bottom portion of the steps. FPV lays thise prone, and Eric once again picks up the top half of the steps, and He SLAMS it down onto FPV's leg. Thise is a sickening CRACK as his flesh and bone is crushed between the two pieces of steel. FPV screams out a blood curdling scream and many in the crowd gasp.
Zach Davis: My GOD! I think He just broke FPV's leg in HALF!! He should be DISQUALIFIED! How is this allowed to go on?!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, let him get himself disqualified. He'll keep the championship that way.
Zach Davis: He won't have such an option next week at Explosion! Eric Price is despicable. He is a horrid human being. I hope Frank can even continue after that.
Shannan Lerch: He should just throw in the towel. If he keeps going, Eric may just put him on the shelf permanently.
FPV clenches his ankle and shin tightly as he cradles back and forth, trying to subside the pain. But this is short lived as Eric again drags him along ringside. He hauls him to his feet once again, FPV's ankle limp as he tries to fight Eric away. But the champion drops FPV for a DDT right into the concrete floor!! Moser is counting both men and warns Eric to return the match back into the ring. Eventually, Eric is able to drag FPV back towards the ring and rolls him in. FPV has not showed any signs of consciousness the entire time. Eric pulls himself back into the ring and goes for the pinfall. Moser drops into position
The crowd gasps
Zach Davis: NO! FPV got a shoulder up! Thank God!
Shannan Lerch: What an idiot! Just give up already!
Eric screams at Moser, demanding that it was a count of three. Moser stands firm that it was only two. Eric again hauls FPV to his feet, sending his for a HARD whip into the opposite end turnbuckle. FPV crashes against the turnbuckle pads. Eric follows in for a splash but FPV moves out of the way right at the last second.
Zach Davis: FPV has Eric Price in his sights ladies and gentleman!
As Eric dazily turns around, we can hear FPV scream at him...
FPV: THIS IS FOR PHIL!
As soon as Eric is on his feet, he is met with a superkick straight to the face!
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Zach Davis: This could be over right now!
Shannan Lerch: wait Zach, I don't FPV is going for it just yet.
Eric is sent tumbling backwards onto the mat. He is then picked up by FPV as we hear another scream...
FPV: AND THIS ONE IS FOR MARY!
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Again Eric is sent back, only to be picked up yet again by FPV.
FPV: AND THIS ONE IS FOR NICK!
For the third time...
Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Shannan Lerch: JESUS CHRIST, THREE HEADSHOT!? That may be overkill.
Zach Davis: A headshot for every fan Eric had thrown out of BLAMfest this Friday in Detroit! Wait...hold up, I think he's got one more ready.
Indeed, FPV picks up Eric one last time, and makes sure he can be heard from the Announcers table.
FPV: AND THIS...IS FOR ZACH!
FPV makes sure Eric is making full eye-contact with him, backs up, and hits it!
Zach Davis: BOOM! HEAD-FUCKING-SHOT, STRAIGHT TO ERIC PRICE!
FPV goes for the cover...
Shannan Lerch: NO! NO! ERIC KICKS OUT!
Indeed, Eric somehow kicked out!
Zach Davis: I really don't believe this...
FPV manages to once again perch himself on the turnbuckle and the crowd is on their feet. He LEAPS off and NAILS The Goomba Stomp!! The impact causes him to fall off of the move, holding his ankle again, but He scrambles on for the cover after a few seconds and Moser drops into position with the crowd counting along.
Zach Davis: New Champion! New Champion!!
Zach Davis: NO! Eric kicked out! He kicked out! Again!
Shannan Lerch: We almost had a new champion!!! I can't believe it....it was THAT close!!
FPV can't believe it eithis as the look on his face is complete SHOCK. The crowd boos a bit but continues to cheer FPV on. FPV is livid and He gets back to his feet, measuring Eric, waiting for him to get back to his feet. When He does, FPV RUSHES him for a spear but Eric uses his momentum, pulling his up and DROPPING him into THE CA$H FLOW!!!! The crowd is BOOING like MAD. It take a few seconds, but Eric is able to roll over and drape an arm over FPV as Moser again drops into position.
Zach Davis: And FPV now gets a shoulder up!!! This is INSANE!!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT?! I can't believe this! I don't know who is going to win anymore!!
Both men take a few moments to collect themselves, and again make it back to their feet. FPV staggering, swings a right at Eric, which stumbles him back. Eric returns the favor, nailing FPV with a right hand. FPV stumbles back, and Eric follows up with a kick to the midsection. FPV doubles over and is taken up for a perfect Falcon Arrow. FPV is down, and Eric is a bit slow to his feet now, taking his time. He rolls outside of the ring, deciding he's had enough of this match and he grabs hold of a folding chair from ringside. Eric moves to get back into the ring with the chair but FPV comes running out of nowhere with a baseball slide that nails Eric in the face and sends him back hard into the guardrail!
Zach Davis: Eric wanted to take the easy way out with that chair, but no such luck. Frank Venable isn't going to let it happen that way.
Shannan Lerch: I don't know how much more these two can possibly do to each othis!
FPV hops down outside of the ring. The crowd goes wild with cheers as he removes a ladder from under the ring and slides it inside. FPV follows and props the ladder up in the center of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Hey wait a minute! This isn't a ladder match!
Zach Davis: If he isn't using it to hit Eric with, I don't see the problem.
Shannan Lerch: Funny how when Frank brings an object into the ring, it's ok. But if it were Eric...
Eric slowly makes his way back into the ring, and Moser is warning both men, concerned with the ladder being in the ring. Frank catches Eric with a double knee gutbuster and has the champion reeling on the mat. He now starts to climb the ladder to a chorus of cheers.
Zach Davis: FPV is going for air here! Eric is in a world of trouble!
FPV slowly climbs each rung, finally approaching the top. By now Eric is moving and He rolls himself off of the table and also begins to climb the ladder opposite FPV. Both men reach the top and start trading blows to gain advantage. Eric catches FPV with a hard right that causes the challenger to fight for balance. Eric takes advantage, hooking FPV up for a suplex. But FPV blocks the attempt, locking his legs on the ladder rung. Eric tries again and FPV stays secure with his legs locked. He sends a few shots to Eric's ribs, getting his to break, and FPV follows up with a headbutt. Eric is now reeling atop the ladder. FPV now climbs up another rung and jumps OVER Eric sunset flip style and PULLS Eric into a ROLLING POWERBOMB from the TOP of the LADDER!!! Both men go CRASHING into the canvas below as they lay there motionless. Neither of them showing any signs of life, but Eric had obviously taken the most of that fall.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Zach Davis: This HAS to be it! All FPV has to do is crawl into the cover and it's over!
Shannan Lerch: I hate to say it, But I think you're right. That was the chance FPV needed and He nailed it!!
FPV is slow to move but manages to crawl over and covers Eric, hooking the leg. Moser drops in for the count
Zach Davis: It's elementary here.
Zach Davis: NO!! I can't believe it!! Eric kicked out of that!!!
Shannan Lerch: FPV HAS to be wondering now what He has to do to put Eric away. This is absolutely CRAZY!!
FPV is beside himself. He starts yelling at Moser for the three count, but he reinforces his stance. FPV hauls Eric up by the hair, completely frustrated. And Eric NAILS a DDT out of nowhere, buying himself some time. Eric slowly gets to his feet and FPV starts to stir. Eric measures him and rushes in for a clothesline as the challenger gets up. But Frank ducks and Eric collides with Stanley Moser! The referee is down and out! Eric realizes what he's done and turns around right into BOOM HEADSHOT! This time, Frank gets ALL of it!
Eric is OUT of it. But now, with no referee, the vultures begin to strike. Davey Ortega slides into the ring behind Frank and rushes him, taking him down and swinging hard rights and lefts at the challenger. FPV fights back, sending some shots of his own at Ortega.
Zach Davis: Son of a BITCH! I am sick of seeing this every time Eric Price competes!
FPV fights his way back to his feet. Ortega with a thumb to the eye however and he grabs hold of Frank for a tilt a whirl neckbreaker. Frank manages to shift his weight and wiggles free. Ortega turns around and BOOM HEADSHOT! Now Ortega is down and out! Frank turns around to go back on the offensive with Eric, but here is MS-13 member Adrian and he rushes Frank for a HARD clothesline. Frank ducks it and fires up another Headshot, but instead he is spun around by Gravedigger and is PLANTED with the Death Driver! The crowd is booing like MAD!
Zach Davis: DAMN IT! DAMN IT! It's another mugging, another DAMN mugging!
Shannan Lerch: Gravedigger and Ortega are smart men. They actually VALUE our World Champion. Something that you should be doing.
Zach Davis: Oh I cannot WAIT until Eric Price gets what he deserves!
Gravedigger, and Adrian quickly exit the ring after the ambush and collect Ortega, rolling him from the ring. Digger shakes Moser a bit to get him to stir, and by now, Eric is getting back to his feet, he surveys the carnage left by Gravedigger and the others with a sick grin. As Moser starts to stir, Eric hauls an almost limp Frank to his feet and makes certain Moser is coherent and sees as he DROPS FPV with the Reversal of Fortune!! Eric makes the cover. Moser checks and both of FPV's shoulders are flat against the mat. He begins his count.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Eric Price acting as if he did the work by himself! This is sickening!
Shannan Lerch: You just can't stand the fact that Eric is that damn good, can you? He is an honest man and he has defended his championship valiantly.
Kyle Steel:: Here is your winner...in a time of 51 minutes and 13 seconds...and STILL WCF World Heavyweight Champion....ERIC PRICE!!!
Eric grabs hold of the championship and climbs the turnbuckle, celebrating his victory as the crowd boos like crazy. Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits and Eric's face goes pale. He immediately clutches the World Championship close to his chest as he looks around in every direction. The crowd is roaring with cheers by now. Eric is pacing in the ring as Gravedigger, Ortega and Adrian all look on as well.
Zach Davis: That's right you punk! You know what's coming next week! Clutch that belt because it is the last you'll ever see of it!
Shannan Lerch: Control yourself, Zach!
Suddenly, the video screen comes to life as everyone in the arena can see inside of Eric Price's locker room. Sitting there, alone is another member of MS-13. He is tied to a chair that has been pushed up against the wall. His mouth is duct taped shut and he frantically wiggles and mumbles, trying to get free. Eric, Ortega and especially Gravedigger look on, horrified. Gravedigger is nearly coming out of his own skin with frustration. The camera is adjusted from off screen just before Sarah Twilight finally steps into the picture. The crowd ERUPTS.
Sarah Twilight: Eric, how are you?
Sarah Twilight: Enjoying your night? That's good. Looks like...well, someone isn't.
She steps to the side and again we can see the MS-13 member in view, he looks visably upset, and for good reason.
Sarah Twilight: You just haven't learned, have you? You see, every action has a consequence. You wanted to jump me last week, and this week...well let's just say that the numbers have been dwindling, haven't they?
She laughs a bit as Eric looks VERY concerned as he watches on.
Sarah Twilight: I've already left one of your rejects in a pool of his own blood...and believe me when I tell you Eric, I am JUST getting started!
Sarah reaches off screen and takes hold of something. She pulls the object into view. It is a glass jar, containing some form of clear liquid. She handles the container very carefully as a devilish smirk crosses her face.
Sarah Twilight: You know, the wonderful thing about hydrochloric acid is....well that it eats through just about anything. Well, anything except glass. Flash, ligament, muscles, tendons...even bone will be rendered into nothing more than a sticky, gooey mess. It's kind of disgusting actually.
Shannan Lerch: WHAT? No, she can't do something like that! How can people condone this? We can't possibly show this on live television!
Zach Davis: Normally I would agree with you. This is extreme, but Eric Price and his cronies deserve every bit of it!
Shannan Lerch: You are sick! SICK! Sarah Twilight is completely insane!
Eric's face is painted with the look of horror. Gravedigger is beside himself and the crowd is roaring like crazy.
Once again, we focus on the video screen where Sarah forcefully RIPS the duct tape off of the mouth of the MS-13 member, who instantly starts pleading with the redhead.
MS-13 Gang Member: No! No! Don't do this!
Sarah Twilight: SHUT UP!
She smacks the man across his face. This elecits another round of cheers from the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: Say goodbye to your compadre, Eric!
She untwists the lid from the jar and the MS-13 member cringes. Sarah splashes the contents onto the man and even people in the crowd gasp. Eric and Gravedigger turn their heads as the man screams bloody murder.
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!!!
MSS-13 Gang Member: AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! MY FACE! AHHHHHH!
Though...his face isn't melting away, not even a single burn. The man continues to scream for a moment until he finally opens his eyes and looks down as best he can. He is soaking wet, but his flesh isn't being eaten away by any stretch of the imagination. What is more noticeable is the huge stain that soaks his pants right in his 'sensitive' areas. Sarah is laughing her ass off as she looks back into the cameras.
Sarah Twilight: Oops! It was only water.
Zach Davis: Oh that was great! GREAT STUFF!
She continues to laugh for a moment.
Sarah Twilight: Aww, look Eric. He pissed himself...just like you! Well if that isn't loyalty, I tell ya!
Eric looks FURIOUS as he stands in the ring, watching this all unfold. Sarah's laughter ceases as she takes on a much more serious demeanor now, glaring at the cameras as she looks at Eric.
Sarah Twilight: We've had our fun and games. But if you think for one fucking SECOND that I have forgotten what took place last week, you are SADLY mistaken!
Without warning, Sarah reachess for something again off screen, it is a steel folding chair and she CRACKS it into the skull of the gang member, CRUNCHING his head between the chair and the concrete wall. The crowd again ERUPTS! The gang member slumps down in the chair, unconscious. Sarah discards the folding chair before she undoes his bindings and the man falls to the floor.
Sarah Twilight: You want to send a message, Eric? How about you get this message LOUD and fucking CLEAR!
Sarah drags the man across the floor, making sure he is in perfect view of the camera. She gets behind him and locks up his arms, putting him into Spellbound, he patented submission hold. The man is snapped back into consciousness as the pain shoots through his arms and shoulders. Gravedigger and Adrian leave the ring and start rushing toward the backstage area.
Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight sending a message here tonight as she takes out members of MS-13!
Zach Davis: Eric Price's days are numbered. He knows it and so does everyone else.
The gang member screams as Eric watches on, looking terrified at what he sees. Sarah wrenches back as far as she can and a sickening POP is heard. The MS-13 member screams even louder as she finally let's him go.
Sarah Twilight: Tick tock...BITCH!
The feed to the camera cuts off.
Shannan Lerch: She HAD to have dislocated his shoulder, or even broken something. That woman is crazed! I am worried for Eric's safety!
Zach Davis: Eric Price NEEDS to worry. He's getting a taste of his own medicine here tonight and I am enjoying every second of it! Not so tough now, are ya?
The crowd is roaring and chanting "SARAH TWILIGHT NEW CHAMPION!" and "TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK! TICK TOCK!" as Eric is completely LOSING his mind. We fade to black.