The shot opens with the WCF logo shown in the background with cheers heard in the background as Slam is kicking off. The shot immediately switches to show Eric Price wearing sunglasses, a black suit with a gold shirt and tie, the WCF World Title draped around his shoulder as he grins and the cheers now immediately switch to boos in the background.
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WCF’s Slam, live from Anchorage, Alaska. My name is Mr. Eric Price and in case you didn’t watch Explosion, yes, I am still the WCF World Heavyweight Champion because I did what all of my peers said I couldn’t do, what all you losers said I couldn’t do and that is beat Sarah Twilight!
The shot switches to show Eric is being broadcast over the titantron to the live audience in attendance as well as on TV.
Crowd: You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah!
Eric Price: I said when I won this that we were entering the era of Mr. Eric Price and we are firmly entrenched in that era as my title reign is not ending any time soon.
The shot widens to reveal Davey Ortega and Gravedigger standing next to Eric Price
Eric Price: Now then, as I won last week in what was a great match, match of the year candidate really as I gave the performance of my life, I’ve decided to take this week off and deliver what I so richly deserve. Mr. Ortega and Gravedigger have taken the liberty of coordinating some of the preparation, as have I for what will forever be known and remembered as Eric Price Appreciation Night! A night that is a tribute to the greatest WCF World Champion in the history of this company, yours truly Mr. Eric Price! It is my understanding that a superstar or two had something to say in my honor and those videos will be aired tonight; they have not been coached on what to say, they are airing their true feelings about yours truly. And at the end of the night, mark my words, you will all remember and more importantly respect the name of Mr. Eric Price!
Eric smiles into the camera as he holds up the WCF World Title proudly presenting it to the crowd.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and Slam is on the air! "I'd Rather Be At Wrestlemania" is a sign held up by.. no one ever.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! Tonight we've got the fallout from Explosion, and I regret to inform you that Eric Price is still your World Champion.
Shannan Lerch: That's thanks to one Mr. Davey Ortega, who somehow became the referee and called for the bell. It's a cliche, but people are saying Sarah Twilight got screwed.
Zach Davis: Screwed or not, the recordbooks will forever say that Eric Price defeated Sarah Twilight. And I have a feeling that FPV will be out for revenge in our main event tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Next week, we've got a Tag Team Titles match between John Gable and Morientes, and the Homegrown Players. Uh... I think, at least.
Zach Davis: Yeah, we also saw Waylon Cash turn on Steve Orbit and Genesis, and align himself with Scott Savage. Disgusting.
Shannan Lerch: Regardless, Orbit and Cash ARE the Tag Team Champions. Tonight each of them has a one on one match against their opponents for next week, so hopefully we'll get some answers.
Zach Davis: And actually, despite all that, Steve Orbit DOES still have a job, as he was able to accomplish the biggest win of his career and defeat Jonny Fly. Tonight, Fly and Jay Price team up to face Rebellion's Vengeance and Blizzard.
Shannan Lerch: Rebellion is really moving up in the world, as Vengeance is a double Champion and Morientes and Gable have a chance at the Tag Titles.
Zach Davis: Al Envy and Tori Notorious are in action against Prophecy. Steeltoe Joe was able to keep his People's Title, thankfully, defeating that dastardly Davey Ortega.
Shannan Lerch: Some controversy in one of our Trilogy Cup Tournament matches; Valentine and Striker went to a draw. At Aftermath, we'll see a Triple Threat: Striker versus Atreyu vs Valentine. Tonight, Striker and Atreyu team up to face Valentine and Bundy.
Zach Davis: Big Triple Threat between Oblivion, Magnus and the debuting Cheetah Fighter. We've also got three debuts! The Beholder debuts against Justin Turner, and Trey Reed and The Disease debut against one another.
Shannan Lerch: Let's start the show!
As we come back from commercial, "Flashlight" by Parliament Funkadelic is playing over the PA. The crowd is popping like... Jiffy Pop. They're Jiffy Popping. "The Mack" Steve Orbit is strutting at ringside with the WCF Tag Team belt over his shoulder, and he's slapping hands with fans. Finally, he enters the ring, and calls for the music to cut. As it dies down, a ringhand gives him a microphone. The fans, well, they keep on a-poppin' even after the music stops. Orbit soaks in it for a moment, smiling. Finally, he begins to speak.
Steve Orbit: Look who still got a job.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, Explosion was a hell of a night. I won my match, I kept my job. That's the good news. Unfortunately, there's also some bad news.
The crowd starts to boo. They know what Orbit is talking about.
Steve Orbit: At Explosion, my tag team partner, my good friend, Waylon Cash-- he beat Nathan von Leibert... and we all knew he would. That was no surprise. The surprise came after the match. See, after he beat NvL, I went down to congratulate my tag team partner-- my good friend. I went to the ring to help him celebrate, because that's what friends do. We lift each other up when we down, and we congratulate each other when we up, right? But somethin' happened. I handed Waylon his Tag Team title belt... aannnnnnndd, he cracked me in the head with it.
The crowd boos.
Steve Orbit: And then... after he cracked me with the belt, he hit me with the Killshot. My tag team partner... my HOMIE, the man who I trust more than anyone around here... he turned on me, y'all. Now, it would be easy for me to come out here and say, fuck Waylon. Fuck the Hellbilly, and fuck Homegrown Players. But I ain't that type of pimp, you know what I'm sayin'? Waylon... he ain't been himself lately. He's got Scott Savage in his ear, and I don't like it. I don't like it at all.
Steve Orbit: I believe in the Homegrown Players, and I believe in Waylon Cash-- not the Waylon that attacked me, but the Waylon that I been side by side with for all these months-- the laid-back, weed-smokin', cool-ass Waylon Cash, the real Waylon Cash. Not this... scary-ass lunatic that he's become with Scott Savage. And I'ma tell you like this, I ain't givin' up on my homeboy just like that. That's why... Waylon, I know you're backstage, and I want to talk to you. I want you to bring your ass out here. Right now.
Orbit stares up the ramp, towards the curtain, waiting. After a few moments of silence...
"Criminals" by Big B hits the PA. Waylon comes out of the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp with Scott Savage close behind. In the ring, Orbit motions for the music to cut.
Steve Orbit: Just you, Waylon. This is between me and you. Come down here-- man to man.
Waylon looks at Scott, who gives him a nod. Waylon walks towards the ring as the crowd boos him. He enters the ring and stands a few feet away from Orbit, facing him. He looks emotionless.
Steve Orbit: Waylon.
Orbit points to Scott Savage.
Steve Orbit: I dunno what kinda bullshit this mother fucker been feedin' you, but what's up? You got a problem with me now?
Waylon just grins, saying nothing. Orbit points to the Tag Team title belt on his own shoulder.
Steve Orbit: What about this? This don't mean nothin' to you either? All the hard work, all the training? Everything we did, together, to get this far?
Waylon remains silent.
Steve Orbit: Nah, I ain't buyin' it. I ain't buyin' this shit. You trippin', man-- wake up! It's me, Waylon! It's Steve!
Steve Orbit: Look, man-- you obviously stressed out or somethin', you know what I'm sayin'? You need to take a break. You need a moment to yourself-- away from Scott Savage, away from everybody. You need to figure out what's goin' on inside your head. And when you get back-- we return to form, and start defendin' these mother fuckin' belts again, aight? Here.
Orbit sticks his hand out for a handshake. Waylon looks at Scott, and then out to the screaming crowd, as a smile creeps across his face. He goes to shake Steve's hand, but uses the moment of vulnerability to kick him in the gut, and hooks both his arms, before hitting him with a Killshot. The crowd boos loudly, as Waylon grabs his title off the ground, and slings it over his shoulder. Orbit lays on the ground, unconscious as Waylon grabs a microphone.
Waylon Cash: All damn week, I been gettin' all kinds of people runnin' up to me askin' the same fuckin' question. “Why Waylon? Why'd ya do it?! Did Scott get to you?! What about Genesis?” Let me tell y'all a little story about Genesis. I thought I had some friends I could trust. I hate teaming with people, but I finally thought I found a group of people good enough to team up with. I thought they had my back. That's why I jumped NvL after he put Franky in a coma. I thought Franky was my friend. Turns out, he ain't never been my friend. I got my girl kidnapped, and my house burned down tryin' to get revenge for him, and what does the sumbitch do when he wakes up? Does he help me fight NvL? No. that pile of garbage proceeds to lose a match for me, and then takes his shot at the World Championship, leavin' me all alone to damn near lose my career in a Hardcore Hell match!
Waylon pauses, smirking down at Orbit's prone body, as the crowd shouts their disapproval.
Waylon Cash: In fact, ain't a damn one of ya tried to help me. Y'all just let my life go up in flame, while you did your own thing. This past month has done a damn good job of showin' me who my real friends are. I had their backs! I was ready to shout Genesis for life! Then I found out I wasn't nothin' but a tool to them. A fuckin' pawn. You know how that made me feel?! Those bastards made me feel like I wasn't a damn bit of nothin'. I'm Waylon fuckin' Cash! I won the triple crown in my first year! I've held the World title, somethin' Sarah fuckin' Twilight ain't been able to do. I shoulda known I was too good for you shit stains from day one. Instead I wasted over six months of my career helpin' you self servin' pricks! To all the people booin' me, understand somethin'. I didn't turn my back on Genesis, they turned their backs on ME!
Waylon pauses, but the fans don't seem to take his explanation. In fact, it makes them louder in their anger. Cash then looks at his title, before looking down at his fallen partner.
Waylon Cash: And now for you. You, Steve, are the biggest pile of shit on this entire roster. I was in the darkest place of my life, and all you gave one damn about was these titles. My fiance was kidnapped, Steve! My house was burned down, Steve! But, all you wanted to do was wave around these damn belts. That ain't all either. You weren't happy just ignorin' the fact that I lost everything, you had to walk around with your little sluts, snortin' coke up your nose like you play bass for Motley Crue! The way I see it, I don't blame Scott or NvL for what I've become, I blame YOU! I blame the fact that you never gave one damn about anything but yourself! You turned me into a monster, Steve, and now you're gonna have to face me.
Waylon walks over to the ropes, and points his finger up the ramp at Scott.
Waylon Cash: That man right there! That's the only man here who's ever had my back. Scott Savage has been there for me the entire time, tryin' to make me better, tryin' to help me. He showed me the light! He showed me that I was better than this shitty team was ever gonna let me be. Genesis tried to use me, and drag me down. Now, I'm gonna destroy every last one of them, and I'm gonna do it with that man's help.
Waylon drops down onto the ground, and gets in Steve's face, as veins bulge from his neck.
Waylon Cash: As for these titles... we're gonna keep 'em, but it ain't got nothin' to do with you. We're gonna keep these belts because I ain't plannin' on losin' any time soon. I'll do what I been doin' for months, and carry your ass as far as I can, but I ain't gonna make it fun for you. One of these days, we're gonna have to face off, and when that happens, I'll be glad to do what Fly couldn't. I'll smile, while I end your career.
Waylon stands back to his feet, and grabs Steve's tag team belt, laying it over his torso, before spitting in the man's face. He drops the microphone, to a chorus of booing, as “Criminals” plays over the P.A. Waylon steps up the ramp, and embraces Scott, enticing the fans to scream even louder, as the duo disappears behind the curtain.
"Forgot About Trey" by Dr. Dre featuring Eminem, Trey Reed, Weird Al Yankovic and Los Angeles Philharmonic begins bumping bass so gangster that seats in the crowd begin to vibrate. Out from the fog of the entrance emerges a group of eleven beautiful backup dancers all krumping wildly and violently down the rampway. Suddenly the Last Action Hero appears running towards them with a head full of steam, and leapfrogs over the middle three dancers and breaks out into a C-Walk as the crowd goes APESHIT, because they all simply love the gangs of the 90s.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...from Beverly Hills, CA...weighing 220 lbs...Last Action Hero...TREY REED!!!
"Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got somethin to say,
His dancers follow his C-Walk toward the ring while snapping their fingers and moving like it was a Westside Story musical, as Trey alternates between throwing up gang signs and slapping high fives of those reaching out to touch him. At one point a fan tries to hand him a bottle of water, but he seems to have trouble unscrewing the cap to it and shrugs his shoulders, then hands it back! As he reaches the square circle, he effortlessly hops onto the apron and turns back, blowing kisses to his female dance crew, all of whom faint as the air kiss is delivered. He then slingshots over the ropes into the ring and begins stretching on the turnbuckles.
The lights dim down as a hush falls over the crowd. Left Behind blares over the PA system as lights begin to flash, The strobes kick on to show Disease standing in the ring, head down.
Kyle Steel: And the opponent...from Parts Unknown...weighing 190 lbs...THE DISEASE!!!
Everything goes dark and silent for a moment before a very audible primal scream is heard throughout the arena. The lights return to normal to find The Disease standing in the ring, looking on at the crowd.
Both men stand off against each other. Immediately, Trey Reed delivers an open-palm bitchslap to The Disease's face. Reed taunts him and poses in front of the crowd, but The Disease immediately runs and attacks Reed, obviously in rage. The Disease delivers several violent punches to Reed. The referee tells him to back off, which Disease ignores. After several punches, The Disease gets up and picks up Reed, but Reed kicks The Disease in the midsection! Reed goes behind The Disease and executes a release German suplex! Reed picks The Disease up and delivers an irish whip. He positions himself to execute another move, but because he's paying attention to the crowd, The Disease rams his knee to Reed's stomach real hard! Reed is on his knees, clutching his stomach. The Disease delivers a powerful kick to Reed's torso, knocking him down. He goes for the cover.
Trey Reed kicks out! The Disease picks Reed up and delivers several punches to his head. The Disease irish whips Reed to the turnbuckle! Just as The Disease is about to run towards Reed, Reed counters by kicking The Disease's face. Right when The Disease turns around to see Reed, the Last Action Hero delivers a jumping 360 uppercut, which makes his victim land on the ground. Reed goes for the cover!
The Disease kicks out. Trey Reed goes on top of the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. He jumps and delivers a swandive headbutt, unfortunately, The Disease counters with his knees in front, allowing Reed to only land his head hard on Disease's knees. Reed is clutching in pain. The Disease goes to Reed and executes an elevated figure four!
Trey Reed tries to go for the ropes....but struggles. He refuses to tap out. The Disease adds more pressure.
Trey Reed tries to get out of it...but can't get out. He still refuses to tap out. The Disease once again adds more pressure.
Trey Reed tries to reach for the ropes again...and he succeeds!
The Disease lets go of the hold. Then, he picks up Trey Reed, but Reed counters with a low blow! The Disease is on the floor as Reed poses in front of the crowd. As The Disease gets up, Reed executes Broken Wings! He poses for the crowd again as he goes for the pin.
The Disease kicks out! Trey Reed picks him up and delivers a dragon suplex. He picks him up again and taunts The Disease before executing a Yakuza kick, but The Disease reverses by catching Reed's foot, and delivering a clothesline! The Disease lays Reed on his stomach and...executes the Ebola Scare!
Trey Reed tries to get out...but fails. He refuses to submit. The Disease adds more pressure.
Trey Reed tries to reach for the ropes...but the pressure is too much. He still refuses to submit. More pressure is added.
Trey Reed tries to get out...but he fails again. He won't submit. The pressure becomes heavier.
Trey Reed is screaming in pain, but still refuses to submit. The referee can hear The Disease give out a sadistic laugh.
Trey Reed tries to reach for the ropes...and touches it!
To his chagrin, The Disease has no choice but to let go of the hold. Trey Reed is on the ground, clutching in pain. The Disease picks him up and delivers several pummeling fists to Reed's head. He throw his head to the ground, smashing it. The Disease tries to go for the Disease With Ease, but Reed jumps up and executes a Hiptoss Suplex! Reed sets The Disease up. He pumps up the crowd, who starts to become anticipated. He lifts him up and...BAM! LAST NIGHT STAND! He goes for the cover.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Here's your winner..."Last Action Hero"...TREEEEEY REEEED!!!
Trey Reed gets up and has his arm raised by the referee. The crowd begins to cheer for him. He goes out of the ring and celebrates with the crowd, giving them high fives on the way back to the locker room. He even signed someone an autograph.
Zach Davis: We take you to Hank Brown who is backstage and from what I understand you have some information for us?
We cut to the video wall where Hank Brown is standing by...in the parking lot.
Hank Brown: Yes, Zach. Despite earlier rumors that Sarah Twilight was going to remain in Los Angeles and would not be here this evening, I have it on good authority that she will in fact be here in Anchorage tonight.
Zach Davis: No one has heard much out of her since Explosion and the controversial ending to the World Championship match. How do you think that will turn out?
Hank Brown: Well Zach, I intend to be the first to get her thoughts on that very situation. I'm not going anywhere until I get the chance to speak to her. I will keep you updated as I get information.
Zach Davis: Alright, thanks Hank!
Shannan Lerch: What is he making a big deal about? Sarah's not the World Champion. Who cares when she gets here?
Zach Davis: Take a look around at this capacity crowd...that's who cares!
"The Memory Remains" by Metallica hits.
And out walks Beholder in his custom made jersey; he turns his back to the fans and holds his arms out either side to a standing ovation. Beholder walks down the ramp hitting his chest with his right hand and kissing his index and fore fingers of left hand and points to the crowd. Beholder rolls under the bottom rope goes to the corner as he climbs it as a sparkle pyro surround the ring, he then raises his arms with a determined look on his face.
The Lights in the arena go out.
We see the flashs of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the tron. After a moment "Cowboy Way" by HellYeah hits.
Ya see I left my soul by the side of the road,
From the back comes out a confident Justin Turner. The fans raise to their feet and cheer as he makes his way down the ramp.
What ever you say,
Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.
Zach Davis: Well we have a match between WCF's resident high-flyer king, and newcomer The Beholder, a renowned powerhouse.
Shannan Lerch: Oh yeah he's a thick cut of meat, powerhouse more like porterhouse!!
Zach Davis: Ca.. Calm down, Shannan.
The bell rings and the two wrestlers immediately lock up. The much bigger Beholder gets a quick advantage and turns it into a headlock. Turner tries to fight out of it and begins driving Beholder into the corner trying to push him off. Finally the lock comes free and Turner immediately does a drop kick to the back of Beholder, forcing him into the corner. Beholder turns quickly to put his back to the turnbuckles, but Turner is already charging in full steam with a body splash. Beholder looks a little dazed so Turner hops onto the middle rope and then springboards into an Enziguiri kick to Beholder's head.
Zach Davis: Ooh! Executed to perfection! Turner goes for a quick pin.
ONE.. TW- Kickout!
Shannan Lerch: Gonna take a lot more than that to keep down a prime piece of hoss like that.
Beholder kicked out furiously enough to send the smaller Turner towards the ropes. Turner pulls himself up quickly by the ropes and waits on the apron as Beholder slowly gets to his feet. Once The Beholder looks up Turner quickly jumps onto the top rope and goes for a springboard body splash, but Beholder catches him and turns it into a quick power slam. The Beholder gets up quickly instead of going for a pin and throws his arms up while shouting to the crowd. They give a quick pop. He then turns to see Turner trying to scramble to his feet, and grabs him by the back of the head. He Irish whips Turner into the ropes and swings a lariat, which Turner ducks and keeps running. As Turner comes back his stops and gets for a high flying dropkick, but Beholder backs up a foot and it just barely doesn't connect, making Turner fall hard onto his face.
Zach Davis: Beholder just simply side-stepped that kick, it looks like he has been studying for this match.
Beholder quickly drops on top of Turner's back with an elbow drop. He moves spryly back to his feet for two more elbow drops, after which he goes for a quick pin.
ONE.. TWO.. Th-Kickout!
Beholder grabs Turner and lifts him up, then pushes him back with knife-edge chops till Turner lands back into a corner. He then begins to work Turner over with shots to the body, and crosses to the ribs. Turner fights back with a knife-edge chop of his own that the whole crowd hears and responds with “OHHH!” Beholder gets upset and lands a haymaker, twisting Turner's body towards the turnbuckles, and then Beholder grabs him by his hair and begins slamming his face into the turnbuckle.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
Beholder lets go and Turner comes stumbling out of the corner, his face flushed red and his eyes looking crossed, and begins wobbling to the center of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: He moves so fast for such a thick guy!
Beholder runs up behind the wobbly Turner and lands a bulldog. The crowd pops as he gets up and raises his arms once again to their cheers. He then goes back to the ground and attempts the pin.
ONE! TWO! THR-Shoulder up!
Beholder lifts turned up again and scoops him up for a power slam, however Turner slips out behind his back and begins to land kidney punches. Beholder turns around and begins to get an onslaught of body shots. Beholder tries to strike back with a haymaker but Turner ducks and runs into the ropes, he ducks another lariat and on his way back to the ropes springboards for an Asai moonsault. He follows it right into a pin.
One! Tw- Kickout!
Turner seems to have a second burst of energy as he is quick to jump back to his feet, and begins climbing to the top turnbuckle. He hops off and lands a corkscrew 450° splash perfectly, bouncing up and off the sternum of the Beholder. The Beholder sits up in pain, letting out a howl as he turns over doubled in pain on his knees. Turner is first to recover, landing a stiff kick to the face of the keeled-over Beholder, which knocks Beholder backwards to sitting on his knees, looking dazed. Turner then runs past Beholder into the ropes, and comes back at him hopping onto his shoulders and landing a reverse frankensteiner.
Zach Davis: SHINING NINJA!
Shannan Lerch: Amazing! How is it even physically possible to land that manuever?
Zach Davis: I think Justin Turner simply defies the laws of physics, Shannan.
Turner crawls back over to the tossed Beholder and goes for the pin.
One! Tw- Kickout!
Turner looks frustrated with the quick kick out and gives a couple stomps to the head of the Beholder. He leans onto the back of Beholder and locks in a double armbar submission. It looks like it is locked in tight, however it is too close to the ropes and Beholder manages to get both his legs wrapped around the bottom before he has to give up. The referee breaks it up and forces Turner to back up while Beholder grabs at both of his shoulders in pain. Turner quickly brushes the ref aside and begins to stomp on the shoulders of Beholder, which causes him to bail out of the ring by sliding under the ropes to try and regain his composure. However, the ref does not give him much time before he begins to count him out.
One.. Two.. Three.. Four.. Fiv-
Zach Davis: FREAK CODE! Justin Turner springboards into a SEVEN TWENTY moonsault onto The Beholder!
Shannan Lerch: Looks like he botched it a little though.. Too tough of a move to land..
Zach Davis: You're absolutely right, and now both men are down at ringside.
Both men struggle to get up and moving again as the ref restarts his count.
One.. Two.. Three..
Beholder begins to show signs of life, squirming around..
Turner sits up and begins to shake his head, as Beholder climbs to his feet.
Beholder slides under the ropes and begins to watch Turner, who looks like he won't be able to make it.
Beholder slides back out of the ring, making the ref restart his count.
Shannan Lerch: Why!
Zach Davis: It looks like Beholder is a true competitor, who doesn't want to win by a technicality, he wants to bring punishment.
Beholder finishes helping Turner to his feet, and then nails him with a European uppercut. As Turner begins to fall back from the smack to the face, Beholder follows up with a kick to the gut. He locks Turner up and lands a snap suplex onto the hard concrete. Turner writhes in pain grabbing at his back, as the ref has resumed his count and it is back up to four. Beholder quickly lifts Turner back up and throws him into the steel steps, to “OOOH's” from the crowd. He then sends Turner under the ropes and begins to climb the steps, and then the turnbuckles as the ref's count stops at eight.
Zach Davis: What's the big man doing up top?
Shannan Lerch: SHOOTING STAR PRESS! He just gave Turner a spoonful of his high-flying medicine!
Zach Davis: I'll say, more like a bottle of it!
Instead of going for the pin, Beholder locks in his submission finisher, The Liberation.
Zach Davis: LIBERATION! Turner isn't tapping, he's knocked out! He's been put to sleep! The ref is checking on him..
ONE.. TWO.. THREE!
The bell rings.
Shannan Lerch: Well that meaty chunk of man has proven himself in an impressive debut!
"Sex Type Thing" by Stone Temple Pilots starts playing and the fans erupt as "The Villain" Adam Young steps into the arena. Adam is wearing a black old school WCF t-shirt, ripped stone washed jeans, black leather jacket, black VANS shoes, and black Oakley Whisker shades. Adam walks to the ring and takes a mic.
Adam Young: Its come clear that Doc and Black are only in it for themselves and not you the fans. I'm the Villain and I do what I do for the fans.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!
Adam Young: Hey no need, I'm here for you and that's why WCF current admins are keeping me off the card. Things are about to change around here. I know you want to know whats on my mind but its a secret. The winds of change are blowing in the distance but they will be blowing into the WCF real soon. I'm begging you give the fans what they want and put Adam Young in the squared circle. I'll bring the violence like no one else can.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!
Adam Young: Time to get Villainess!
Adam pulls out a bottle of lighter fluid and a bic lighter.
Adam Young: Balls in your court fellas.
A stage hand throws in a steel chair and a new WCF t-shirt. Adam pours the lighter fluid on the t-shirt and then lights it up.
Adam Young: Old is not going anywhere boys. We are WCF and we shall fight.
"Sex Type Thing starts playing and Adam rolls out of the ring. He stands next to the fans and then walks out threw the crowd.
As we come back from commercial, Oblivion is already in the ring. His music is dying down.
Zach Davis: We're about to get into a triple threat match! First out is the monster, Oblivion.
Shannan Lerch: IT looks ready for action.
A lights go dark and the arena becomes eerie. "When Did This Storm Begin?" by Shiny Toy Guns is blasted through the arena. Loud cheers all around the arena. After the intro of the song, Cheetah Fighter comes out from backstage with a cheetah cape. The moment the song reaches the chorus, he throws his cape into the crowd and raises his arms. Then walks down the ramp, slapping some of the audience members' hands. He points to a nearby audience member and flexes with them. Then he gets on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He gets on one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. He goes to another turnbuckle and raises his arms again. Then, he points at a random audience member before getting off the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: And of course, the mysterious Cheetah Fighter.
Shannan Lerch: I don't know what to make of this guy.
The USSR flag proudly waves the screen WCF video as an octet of singers take thestage, four men and four women on the number of microphones, as the music starts, and they sing the Russian national anthem, as Magnus comesout from the back, proudly waving the flag of Russia, the crowd almost drowning him evenlouder chorus of boos and "Russia Sucks" chants. 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 and magician awaits his opponent.
Zach Davis: Magnus! The Siberion Lion.
Shannan Lerch: Do you understand a word this guy is saying?
Zach Davis: ... No.
DING DING DING
All three men collide in the middle of the ring, fists flying everywhere.
Shannan Lerch: Those are three big men in the ring right now.
Zach Davis: Oblivion's a little bit, well, beefier than the other two, but they all stand around 6'5 or 6'6. They could be the WCF basketball team!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah. Or not.
Zach Davis: Or not.
Magnus and Cheetah are on opposite sides of Oblivion, trying to double team him. Oblivion breaks free from their grasp and clotheslines them both to the mat. Oblivion then turns his attention to Cheetah. He goes to grab Cheetah off the mat, but Cheetah grabs his leg and throws him to the mat with a dragon leg screw. Cheetah gets up and begins stomping away at Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Magnus is back to his feet, turn around Cheetah--
Cheetah senses Magnus behind him but its too late, he turns around and Magnus drills him with a boot to the gut, followed by a DDT to the mat. Oblivion gets up and joins with Magnus, pulling Cheetah off the mat and pressing him over their heads!
Shannan Lerch: Magnus and Oblivion just tossed Cheetah Fighter outside the ring! His head bounced off the guardrail, he could be knocked out.
With Cheetah outside the ring, Magnus and Oblivion face each other. After a brief staredown, the two big men tie-up. Oblivion gets Magnus in a side headlock. Magnus struggles and eventually breaks free, but Oblivion stays on him with some punches to the gut. He then grabs Magnus by the head and executes a running bulldog.
Zach Davis: This is an all-out brawl.
Oblivion pulls Magnus off the mat. He hits Magnus with a headbutt before whipping him to the corner. Oblivion charges into the corner--
Zach Davis: Magnus with a boot to the face!
Oblivion stumbles backwards. Magnus charges out of the corner, spearing Oblivion to the mat. He hits several mounted punches before pulling Oblivion back to his feet-- Magnus knees him in the gut a few times and then clocks him with a haymaker punch!
Shannan Lerch: The Ivan Drago Special!
Magnus drops down, pinning Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Here comes Cheetah Fighter back into the ring!
Shannan Lerch: And he's got a steel chair!
Cheetah Fighter cracks Magnus in the head with the chair! The ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Cheetah hits Oblivion with several chair shots to his body! As Magnus starts to get up, Cheetah again cracks him over the head with the chair!
Zach Davis: The referee is instructing Cheetah to leave, but he's assaulting both of his opponents with chair shots. This guy is off his nut!
Finally, Cheetah tosses the chair outside the ring. He makes some loud growling sounds before exiting the ring and leaving.
Shannan Lerch: Well, clearly Cheetah Fighter is disqualified, but it looks like the ref is calling for the bell again.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: Looks like we've ended up with a one-on-one contest, but both of these guys are laid out from so many chair shots.
The ref starts the ten count, waiting for both men to get to their feet.
1.. 2.. 3..
Shannan Lerch: This may end in a double countout.
Zach Davis: Magnus is starting to get up!
Shannan Lerch: And so is Oblivion! They're both back to their feet.
And the match officially restarts, but both men are clearly hurt and weary. They tie-up... after a few moments, Oblivion breaks the tie-up and the two men begin trading right hands.
Zach Davis: Magnus is reeling, Oblivion kicks him in the gut...
Oblivion executes an inverted suplex into stunner!
Shannan Lerch: SOULTAKER! Oblivion pins Magnus!
DING DING DING
Oblivion's music plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: In a bizarre triple threat match, Oblivion is the victor!
We see Cheetah Fighter walking back from his match. Hank Brown approaches him.
Hank Brown: Uh, Mr. Cheetah. Could you explain your actions tonight on why you disqualified yourself?
Cheetah Fighter: RAAARGH! <Win or lose, it doesn't matter.> GRRR RAAARRRGGH! <As long as I finish the match, I still get paid.>
Hank Brown: But won't you worry that you'll get fired on the spot?
Cheetah Fighter: RAARRGGH! <They can't fire me.> GRRRR AAARRAARRGGH! <I have one of the most expensive contracts in WCF history.> ARRRGGHH <If they did terminate my contract, they would lose a lot of money.>
Hank Brown: What kind of statement are you bringing?
Cheetah Fighter: RAAAARRRRGGGHH! <Statement?> AAAARRGGGHH! <It is a plan!> DAAARRRAAAGGGHH! <I'll make sure Pantheon crumbles!>
Hank Brown: And will you be having allies?
Cheetah Fighter: AAARRRRGGGHH! <I work with no one but myself!> RAAAARRRRGGGHHHH! <This war is no one else's, but mine alone!>
Cheetah walks off.
Zach Davis: Up next we have a tag-team match with the Television Title on the line!
Shannan Lerch: Mmm Mmm Mmmm... I'd jack his lumber any day...
Zach Davis: GOD Shannan, what is wrong with you?!
The sound of a chainsaw being pull started reverberates through the arena, as The Lumberjack starts. With the start of the lyrics Buzzsaw walks out, pausing on the stage to raise a fist. As he raises the fist, his music cuts to Don't Cha! by The Pussycat Dolls. Ana steps out onto the stage to the side of Bundy and leans forward to blow kisses to the audience as pink pyros shoot up behind them both. As the crowd pops, they make their way to the ring, Bundy slapping the hands of the fans, Ana blowing kisses. Grabbing the top rope, Buzzsaw Bundy steps onto the apron, and over the top rope into the ring. He places a huge booted foot on the bottom rope in front of him, awaiting Ana. He rolls his eyes and leans on the top rope as she continue to wave and put for the fans. Ana glances back at Buzzsaw and shrugs her shoulders. Jumping up onto the apron she walks past Bundy and bends low, slipping between the middle and bottom ropes to the left of him. Ana smirks and folds her arms, cocking her head to the side at Buzzsaw. Bundy laughs without humor and takes off his plaid flannel shirt, throwing it at Ana and turning his back on her. She kicks the shirt out of the ring in annoyance.
Zach Davis: Looks like Valentine and Bundy are yet to resolve their earlier differences...
Shannan Lerch: Combining business and pleasure can put a strain on both relationships...
Zach Davis: They had better get it together and fast, or they could find themselves on the wrong side of a three-count!
Buzzsaw Bundy turns back to Ana and throws his hands up in exahsperation, they trade off a few words, which are dulled out by the crowd. Ana crosses her arms over her chest and stares Bundy down. Their silent stand off holds for a minute or so, before their attention is called to the stage.
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.
Entrance and music: “Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.
Zach Davis: These two competitors certainly have the upper hand here, an exciting partnership indeed...
Shannan Lerch: A force to be reckoned with, there is no doubt about that.
Zach Davis: It really brings into question just what shot Valentine and Bundy have, without their usual chemistry, they could be in real trouble tonight!
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" Benjamin Atreyu!
Before the bell rings, both teams are sent to their corners and given a moment to discuss who will start the match. Atreyu steps out onto the apron for his team and leans into the turnbuckle with a cocky smile on his lips. Ana and Buzzsaw appear to be in disagreement in their corner. Not willing to waste any more time, Buzzsaw Bundy lifts Ana and plants her on the outside of the ring and onto the apron, carefully and with ease. Ana smacks a hand against the turnbuckle in sheer frustration as the bell rings.
Zach Davis: Woah now! Aren't they supposed to be a team?!
Shannan Lerch: I'd let him man-handle me like that any time,,,
Zach Davis: *Looks around* Nope... no voulunteers...
Shannan Lerch: Shut up and watch the match!
Ding ding ding.
The bell rings and the match commences. The two men match eachother blow for blow, Bundy lands a right hook, Striker lands an elbow to the temple. Bundy manages to turn Striker into a headlock, but the lithe man is too quick for him and reverses it, bouncing Bundy off the ropes, he nails a clothesline. It shakes the huge man but doesn't knock him down. Bundy shakes the cobwebs from his head and swings Striker by the left arm round and into a clothesline of his own. Knocking him clear down to the mat, Striker barely stays down for a second before he is back on his feet and the men are once again trading blow for blow.
Shannan Lerch: God he's huge... makes you wonder...
Zach Davis: No, NO it doesn't...
Shannan Lerch: Thanks to the tape, there's no need to wonder, did you see his
Zach Davis: AND back to the match.
The men are still trading blows, but Striker has gained the upper hand, Bundy looking a little sluggish, a little slow. Striker bounces Bundy off the ropes once more and nails a Superkick! then Another! Bundy's head is spinning, his feet stumbling beneath him...
Zach Davis: Uh oh....
Shannan Lerch: No, he can't be!
Zach Davis: Timmmmberrrrrrrrrrr!
Striker nails the Reimplementation, both men crash to the mat with a force that rattles the very frame of the ring. Striker is out flat next to Bundy, both men are panting heavily and making no move towards their corner.
Zach Davis: Perfect Reimplementation!
Shannan Lerch: But the sheer force needed to execute the move on the man mountain himself has taken it's toll on Striker too!
Both men are still lying in the ring, Bundy a little closer to Ana than Striker to Atreyu. Ana leans right over the ropes, screaming at Bundy to get up, Atreyu, doing the same! Ana manages to get her fingertips on Bundy first and she launches herself over the top rope grabbing striker just as he rises and bouncing him off the ropes straight into a swinging neck breaker. Striker hits the mat hard and Ana smiles, eager to take out some of her anger.
Zach Davis: Chemistry or not... Ana certainly seems ready for this!
Shannan Lerch: I'm not her biggest fan, but even I have to admitt she is all over this!
Bundy has finally made his way to the apron and is pulling himself up into a standing position using the turnbuckle. Ana picks Striker up from the mat and grabs him from behind, belly to back. She nails the Cupids Bow on Striker perfectly! Not pacing her space first costs her though, as she launches Striker straight into his corner and Atreyu tags himself in and runs at Ana with a cutter, she ducks it and slams on an ankle locks, tripping him using his own force. Atreyu kicks back at Ana, managing to connect with her ribs she lets go on instinct, protecting her weak spot.
Shannan Lerch: Well, that's where showing off gets you...
Zach Davis: What are you talking about?! She hit that Cupid's Bow perfectly... And slowed her opponent with an automatic ankle lock...
Shannan Lerch: I don't see Striker or Atreyu rolling about the mat in pain...
Ana has curled slightly to the left, both arms around her ribs as Atreyu viciously stomps on the weakened area. Crawling through the pain, Ana pushes up, catching Atreyu by the boot, she slams him onto his back hard and scrambles to her feet. As she lines up for a spear, Atreyu jumps out of the way and Ana collides full belt with Bundy. Her body crumples against the turnbuckle, Bundy flies off the apron, his back hitting the barrier with force. Ana rolls off the apron and onto the floor, both opponents now out of the ring. Bundy stands over Ana for a moment yelling at her, she stands slowly, shouting back that it was clearly accidental. Atreyu decides to try and capitalize with a frog splash from the top rope, he connects on Valentine, bundy managing to move out the way, but his left shoulder hits the barrier and Atreyu is down too.
Zach Davis: This match is turning out to be way more than anyone could have hoped.
Shannan Lerch: And Striker can just sit back and let this happen, he's tagged out!
Zach Davis: Striker's no slacker... look at him, he's dying to get back in there.
Bundy grabs Atreyu and literally throws him over the top rope, he lands in the centre of the ring with a thud. Unable to supress his underlying concern, Bundy turns back to Ana to check she is ok, the ref begins a count.
Bundy gets down on one knee next to Ana and rolls her onto her back, her eyes start to open and she nods stiffly.
Whilst he is distracted with the wellbeing of his partner, Striker capitalises on the situation and jumps just ever so slightly through the ropes to tag in, the ref only sees the tag, not the foot.
Bundy rolls back into the ring and straight into the boot of Striker, who stomps down hard several times over. Bundy pushes Striker off and gets up, Atreyu rolls out onto the apron and lets himself fall to the mat to recover as action continues in the ring.
Ana starts to make her way around to that side of the ring, whilst the men in the ring really start to go toe-to-toe. Bundy grabs Striker in a bear hug and begins to squeeze. He squeezes harder and harder... locking in the Grizzly Bear! And now, Striker is fading fast!
Ana makes her way to Atreyu slowly, her boot connects several times with his gut and ribs, a small, slightly twisted smile on her lips, as she exacts some revenge. She places both hands on the barrier, allowing herself extra exertion as she stomps down on Atreyu over and over.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my god! Somebody stop her! That's not even legal!
Zach Davis: Aaaand the red mist has descended for Miss Valentine, no one knows where to look!
As if getting strength from nowhere, Atreyu grabs Ana's ankle and slams her face first into the apron!! Valentines nose smashes with full force onto the apron and blood pours down her face. Ana staggers back holding her hands to her face.
Shannan Lerch: Hah Not so pretty now...
Meanwhile in the ring, the Television Champ is all but faded and the ref begins a count.
As if pulling the strength from right down in his boots, Striker raises his hand. Frustrated, Bundy drops Striker to the mat like a rag doll. He glances over to see Ana's bloody face and a flicker of concern crosses his face. The crowd are totally torn, cheering for Ana and Striker like crazy... Ana takes a running spear at Atreyu and collides straight into the barrier.
Zach Davis: I don't know where to look next... Action is EVERYWHERE!
Both Ana and Atreyu get it together at the same time and start trading blows. Nailing hard right hooks and elbows to the temple one off the other...
Bundy stomps a few times on Striker, then grabs him and lifts him to his feet by Striker's head! Striker stumbles, almost in small circles as he attempts to regain focus and walk straight into a Big Boot!! Bundy goes for the pin..
Zach Davis: NO! Holy Shit I have never seen anything like it!
Shannan Lerch: Ana Valentine may have just cost Buzzsaw Bundy the Television Title!!
Ana and Atreyu had still been battling outside the ring. Ana nailed a suplex onto the hard mats and, disorientated from all the blows, rolled Atreyu full force back into the ring, breaking up the pin!! For a few moments Chaos ensues as the ref tries to establish who the active players in the match are...
Atreyu capitilizes and rolls Striker out of the ring and onto the Apron. Ana is standing dead still in shock, her hand over her mouth, shaking her head. Bundy is physically shaking with the supressed anger of losing what could be his only shot at the Television Title tonight. Backing up slowly Ana returns to their corner and stands on the apron, Bundy still staring her down in utter disbelief.
Shannan Lerch: What the HELL was Valentine thinking?!
Zach Davis: Clearly she wasn't... Now what?!
Buzzsaw turns back around and is met with a huge elbow to the face!
Shannan Lerch: BLACK EYE SONATA!
Atreyu drops and pins Buzzsaw, hooking his leg.
Zach Davis: The bizarro team of Skyler Striker and Benjamin Atreyu picks up the win!
Shannan Lerch: Somehow, without killing one another.
The ref rings the bell as Atreyu stands, getting his arm raised. Striker grabs his Television Title and slides out of the ring.
Shannan Lerch: Oh wow...this can't be right. In any case, I am pleased to take us backstage to Mr. Davey Ortega who has another clip for us dedicated to the telented, unmeasurable Eric Price!
Zach Davis: Ugh! I am sick of this! It's disgusting.
We cut backstage to Davey Ortega who has a very smug looking mug on his face. He seems to be in an almost orgasmic state as he readies himself to introduce the next clip.
Davey Ortega: Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, as you have noticed, several superstars of the WCF have been paying homage to our wonderfully gifted World Champion, Mr. Eric Price.
The crowd boos as they listen to him on the screen.
Davey Ortega: This next one may surprise you. But it doesn't surprise me as this woman was humbled, and put in her place by my friend Eric Price just this past week. I commend you, Sarah Twilight for finally coming to your senses and realizing that Eric Price is the measuring stick of the WCF. For realizing that he is, and always will be better than you. I can't wait anymore...I have to see Sarah grovel and humble her own ego having no choice but to admit the facts. Roll the clip!
Davey turns toward the small monitor beside him and smiles smugly as the footage begins to roll.
Explosion - 3-31-13
Zach Davis: Uh oh...this isn't good. I know how this goes.
Shannan Lerch: Eric has a chance here! Get her! Get her!
As Sarah turns around from the collision with the ref, Eric attempts the Reversal of Fortune! However, Sarah spins out of it and lands him with a flashback! Eric hits the canvas hard and sits up, moving his hands up to hold his head. Sarah drops down, wrapping her legs over his arms and pulling back and she presses her calves against the back of his neck.
Zach Davis: SPELLBOUND!
Shannan Lerch: NO! NO! NO!
Eric screams out in pain, struggling for a few moments. Sarah wrenches the hold, cinching it tighter. Eric screams and moans in pain, trying to continue fighting it but eventually he starts TAPPING! Eric Price is TAPPING OUT!
Zach Davis: Damn it there's no referee!
Shannan Lerch: Oh Thank God!
Sarah doesn't release the hold being as no one is there to signal the match having ended and she just continues to apply pressure to the hold. Eric is SCREAMING and the crowd is in a FRENZY.
Zach Davis: Eric Price damn near begging for his life and he will get NO REMORSE! There is no referee to stop it, there is no mercy. Eric Price getting EXACTLY what he deserves!
Davey Ortega: Wait! NO! NO! Stop the tape! STOP THE TAPE!
Ortega frantically scrambles to get the tape stopped as we cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: That was GREAT! Appreciate THAT Eric!
Crowd: ERIC TAPPED OUT! ERIC TAPPED OUT! ERIC TAPPED OUT! ERIC TAPPED OUT! ERIC TAPPED OUT!
Shannan Lerch: That is appalling! This is Eric Price appreciation night! And besides, if the referee didn't see it, it never happened!
Zach Davis: Oh it happened. And I can watch that over and over and over. I loved it!
Shannan Lerch: UGH! Let's just move on!
Zach Davis: I have it on good authority that Al Envy is wrestling against doctor's orders. He's injured, but he's refused not to compete in his scheduled matches.
Personal Jesus begins to play as the green flashing lights eliminate the arena. Al Envy comes out to a huge ovation and slaps a few hands.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for a tag team match...introducing first...from Forth Worth, Texas...weighing 240lbs..."The Show Stealer"...AL ENVY!!!
He then springboards into the ring and climbs up to all four turnbuckles to acknowledge the crowd. He then hops down and starts to stretch waiting for his opponent.
Pink pyro showers from the top of the entrance way as Tori walks on to the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And his partner...from Miami, Florida...weighing 135 lbs...TORI NOTORIOUS!!!
The lights go out in the arena, “Hero/Papercut” plays when the lights come one there is smoke filling the stage. Cherokee Winters walks out to the stage and the crowd cheers. She walks down the ramp and gets to the ring she stop and turns around to face the stage as it is still filled with smoke, she widens her arms to each side of her. Then STJ and Tek the Wildcard come from each side of the stage and the crowd goes crazy.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...at a combined weight of 497 lbs...accompanied by Cherokee Winters...from Santa Monica, CA...Tek the Wildcard...from Stockton, CA..."The Holy Flame" Steeltoe Joe...they are...THE PROPHECY!!!
They go through the crowd and they are giving high fives and fist bumps to everyone. They get to the barricade they head nod to each other and hop over and met at Cherokee. They give her a hug and hand her all the entrance attire they have they fist bump each other and get in the ring. They get on the tunrbuckles across from each other Tek shows his gloves to each other and STJ raises his arms.
Things start off with Al Envy and Tek in the ring, as they circle around the arena. They lock hands as the grapple one another. Because of his weight, Envy gets the advantage. He delivers a DDT! He picks Tek up and attacks him with several Muay Thai kicks. He picks him up, but Tek counters with an uppercut! Tek gets the upperhand and executes a bulldog. Tek irish whips Envy to his corner and tags in Steeltoe Joe!
Steeltoe Joe gets in the ring and he and Tek execute The Message on Al Envy! Tek gets back out while Joe goes for the cover.
Al Envy kicks out! Steeltoe Joe picks him up and executes a scoop slam. He picks him up and irish whips him to the ropes. He gets ready to execute a flapjack, but Envy counters with an enzugiri kick! He picks Joe up and goes for the belly to belly suplex! He goes back to his corner and immediately tags in Tori Notorious!
Just as Steeltoe Joe gets back up, Tori Notorious enters the ring and executes an Air Canada on him. After that, she picks him up and throws him into an empty turnbuckle. She goes to him and licks the palm of her hand. Immediately, Tori delivers a powerful backhand chop to Joe's neck. Tori carries Joe up on the top rope, climbs up, and executes a superplex. She goes for the cover.
Tek breaks the cover! He runs back as Steeltoe Joe gets up and tries to clothesline Tori Notorious, but Tori evades the move with a MaTori! Joe turns around, but is greeted by a Spinebuster! She picks him up and irish whips him to her own corner, tagging in Al Envy!
Al Envy and Tori Notorious execute the Poultry In Motion on Steeltoe Joe! Envy delivers several punches to Joe's head and goes behind him to execute a German Suplex with a bridge.
Tek once again breaks the cover! He goes back to his corner and waits for Steeltoe Joe to regain his consciousness. He does and tags in Tek!
Tek goes in and begins to attack Al Envy with several elbow smashes. He irish whips him into the ropes and delivers a Japanese arm drag! He picks him up and kicks him in the midsection, followed by an implant DDT. He goes for the cover.
Tori Notorious breaks the cover by kicking Tek real hard in the head as revenge for the previous two breaks! Tek is clutching his head as Al Envy manages to gain his composure by going for a springboard senton splash! He goes for the cover.
Steeltoe Joe manages to break the pin! Joe picks Al Envy up and deliver a belly to belly suplex. Tek gets up and delivers a boston crab!
Al Envy reaches for the ropes...but couldn't move! He refuses to submit. Tek adds more pressure. Tori Notorious' hand is out.
Seeing her hand, Al Envy manages to move to her quite a bit while Tek adds more pressure.
In a nick of time, Al Envy tags in Tori Notorious! She climbs up the turnbuckle and delivers a diving clothesline to Tek in the back of his neck, breaking Al Envy free. She picks Tek up and goes for a hurracanrana pin!
Unfortunately for her, Cherokee Winters is distracting the referee while in the pin. Steeltoe Joe tries to break it up, but Al Envy intercepts him! Envy throws Joe out of the ring and jumps out of the ring to attack Joe with a suicide dive!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Just as the referee looks back, Tek kicks out of the pin while Al Envy and Steeltoe Joe are still brawling outside the ring.
Tek grabs Tori Notorious by the arm, but Tori counters by tossing him over. It's become a cruiserweight battle as they counter each others' moves.
Meanwhile, Steeltoe Joe and Al Envy still battle it out around the ring, trading punches towards each other. Joe tosses Envy into the barricades. He begins to deliver several gut kicks to Envy's stomach. He picks him up, but Envy counters with a European uppercut.
Back in the ring, Tek has just executed the Mask Effect on Tori Notorious. However, Tori has already reached for the ropes.
Tek lets go off the hold. He picks Tori Notorious up and tosses her to the turnbuckle. Luckily, Tori jumps on the turnbuckle and flys back towards Tek with a diving crossbody. Tori Notorious isn't quite finished as she picks Tek up and finishes him of with the Twist of Fate! She goes for the cover.
Unfortunately, Cherokee Winters distracts the referee while Steeltoe Joe hits Al Envy with a Divination. He gets back in and breaks the cover. He begins to attack Tori Notorious while Tek regains his composure. With Cherokee still distracting the referee, both Tek and Steeltoe Joe finish Tori off with The Crisis! When Joe returns to his corner and the ref turns back to see Tek covering Tori, he begins the count.
Al Envy tries to get back, but slumps back on the apron.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners...Tek...Steeltoe Joe...THE PROPHECY!!!
Tek and Steeltoe Joe celebrate with Cherokee Winters entering the ring to join them.
Zach Davis: We take you again to Hank Brown who is still back in the parking lot area awaiting the arrival of Sarah Twilight. I understand you have some new information for us?
We again cut back to Hank Brown, who is pacing back and forth anxiously.
Hank Brown: Yes, I have just confirmed that Sarah Twilight IS in Anchorage and she is on her way to the arena now. I am going to be here the moment that she arrives and will try to get some word from her on her thoughts about Explosion and the Eric Price celebration taking place tonight.
Zach Davis: I can't imagine she'll be too pleased.
Hank Brown: Oh not at all. But you will hear it here first!
Zach Davis: Alright, thanks for the update, Hank.
Shannan Lerch: This is just ridiculous. Hank SHOULD be interviewing Eric Price about his hard fought victory!
Zach Davis: Uh...yeah, that's not going to happen.
Nightmare by Avenged Sevenfold blasts through the arena. 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.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag team match! Introducing Rebellion...from Parts Unknown...weighing 325 lbs...the Internet Champion...and the Hardcore champion..."The Violent Nightmare"...VENGEEAAAANNCCEEE!!!
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.
unforgivin 2 by Metallica starts playing as the arena turns blue.
Kyle Steel: And his partner...from Juneau, Alaska...weighing 340 lbs...BLIZZAAARRRD!!!
White and blue pyros go off on the stage as low laying fog fills the entrance ramp Blizzard comes down slapping the hands of fans as he enters the ring he stands on the second turn buckle pointing at the fans then raising his arms as lights come back on.
"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.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...representing Pantheon...from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...the United States champion...and CFO...JAAAYY PRIIIICCEEE!!!
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.
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.
Kyle Steel: And his partner...from New York, New York...weighing 225 lbs...the owner of WCF..."The Dynasty"...JONNNNYYY FLYYYY!!!
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 Vengeance before finally sliding into the ring.
Vengeance and Jay Price start off by performing a test of strength. At first Vengeance has the advantage, but Price ends up getting the upperhand and kicks him in the midsection. He goes for the snap suplex. He picks Vengeance up and attacks him with two knife edge chops before irish whipping him to the ropes. Price gets ready to deliver another move, but Vengeance counters with a jawbreaker as he returns to Price! Vengeance picks up Price and hits him with a brainbuster. Vengeance picks him up and irish whips him to the ropes. As Price runs back, Vengeance hits him with a big boot. Vengeance goes to his corner and tags in Blizzard!
Blizzard enters the ring and begins to assault Jay Price. The referee warns him to stop, he does. Blizzard picks Price up and hits a DDT. He picks him up again, but Price counters with a European uppercut! He hits Blizzard with a rolling snapmare before sitting him up. Running to the opposite side of the ropes, he goes in front of Blizzard and dropkicks his face. Price immediately tags in Jonny Fly!
Jonny Fly climbs up the turnbuckle and waits for Blizzard to get up. Finally as he gets up, Fly knocks Blizzard down with a flying clothesline. He picks him up and executes a suplex. Carries him back up and another suplex. Again and a final suplex. He goes for the pin.
Vengeance quickly breaks the cover and goes back to his corner! Blizzard gets up, picks up Fly and hits a belly to belly suplex. Blizzard tags in Vengeance!
Vengeance enters the ring and starts beating up Jonny Fly! The referee warns him and Vengeance stops to pick Fly up. He lifts him up in a chokeslam, but as he is up, Fly counters with a DDT! Fly gets up and jumps down on Vengeance's face with a leg drop. He picks Vengeance up and irish whips him to the ropes. When he rebounds, Fly delivers a hip toss. He picks Vengeance up and tags in Jay Price!
Jay Price and Jonny Fly try to hit Vengeance with a double suplex, but Vengeance counters by suplexing both of them! Fly rolls out of the ring as Vengeance picks Price up for a double arm DDT. Vengeance hits him with an armbar, but Price has already reached the ropes!
Vengeance lets go off the hold and picks up Jay Price, but Price counters with a short arm clothesline! Price hits him with a sleeper hold.
Vengeance reaches for the ropes...but fails to do so. Luckily, Blizzard breaks the hold by dropkicking Jay Price. Vengeance rolls out of the ring, leaving Blizzard inside as the legal man. Price stumbles away and tags in Fly.
Zach Davis: Here comes Jonny Fly!
Fly begins to climb to the top as Blizzard runs at Price. Price hits him with THE DOWNFALL out of nowhere!
Shannan Lerch: Oh shit!
And Fly comes off the top with the FLY SWATTER! He pins Blizzard, hooking the leg!
Zach Davis: Pantheon picks up the win!
Pantheon's music hits as Price and Fly get to their feet.
Zach Davis: Minor setback for Rebellion, as Pantheon continues to dominate.
This is one of those "tribute" videos as part of the Appreciation Night where a WCF wrestler speaks his true feelings on Eric Price. This one is from FPV. If you could just post it somewhere in the middle of the show, not really important where it is.
The camera cuts to the Titantron, where FPV is seen seated on a chair, talking to someone off-camera.
FPV: So...what do you want me to talk about again?
Person: We just want your thoughts on our World Champion Eric Price for Eric Price appreciation night.
FPV: Eric? FUCK ERIC. That man is the biggest waste of egg and semen in the world. I have met cowards before...I have met leeches before...and I've had my issues with those people. But Eric...that motherfucker just takes the cake and eats it too. It seems whenever he has to defend his title against anyone not named Zach Davis, that he has to get his brain-dead lackeys to help him out along the way. It's appalling, and I am not going to stand for it! This man needs to be reprimanded for his crimes against decency. I don't care if I have to bring him to hell myself...
Upon hearing this, the man cuts FPV off.
Person: AAAAAAAND we're done here...
Zach Davis: Now, we have the first of two Rebellion vs. Genesis matches tonight. It's Waylon Cash from Genesis going up against Morientes from Rebellion. Both very talented, both very good at what they do, and both coming off huge victories off Explosion.
Shannan Lerch: Indeed! And Steve Orbit might wanna pay a little notice to this match if he's watching! Waylon's opponent Morientes, is going to team up with Orbit's opponent John Gable next week to challenge The Homegrown Players for their WCF World Tag Team Championships! Do you think they can do it?
Zach Davis: Well, I don't know to be honest. I mean, Gable and Morientes are skilled no doubt, but are they really ready to dethrone Genesis and ascend to become champions? They may have beat two other teams to become the new number one contenders, but they have yet to face a team like The Homegrown Players yet.
Shannan Lerch: That's actually quite true and accurate, no surprise coming from a nerd like you.
Zach Davis: Hey!
Shannan Lerch: Just kidding.
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his air into the air as the crowd boos loudly.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied by his manager Scott Savage... from Macon, Georgia... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... he is one half of the WCF World Tag Team Champions... THE HELLBILLY...WAYLON CASH!
They look back and forth, sneering at the crowd, as Waylon Cash makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rools into the ring, and jumps to h is feet with his fist in the air. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Cash. He seem to have only one thing on his mind.
Shannan Lerch: Wow. It's still so mind-blowing to see that the WCF Galaxy has changed their opinion on Waylon Cash so drastically after one action from the Hellbilly.
Zach Davis: Indeed. Cash was one of WCF's most popular wrestlers, but I fear that the trauma that NvL has inflicted on him has changed him. His association with the despised Scott Savage and attack on Steve Orbit last Sunday didn't exactly help matters as well.
Shannan Lerch: You do have to wonder if this sudden change might result in The Homegrown Players splitting up.
The clashing of two swords fills the arena for a couple of seconds as the lights dim, before the sound of a shotgun goes off. The crowd cheers loudly as "Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play, when Morientes comes out from the back, dressed in his usual fighting attire.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Madrid, Spain... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pounds... MORIENTES!
Posing for the crowd for a few moments, the lights come back on as the first verse of the song is belted, and he makes his way to the ring while nodding at cheering fans. Morientes slides into the ring and raises his arms into the air as the fans cheer. He then sheds his leather jacket in the middle of the ring and throws it to the crowd. Next, he climbs up the upper left turnbuckle and gestures to the crowd. Morientes jumps back to the mat, eager to get this match on the way.
Shannan Lerch: This man, has had quite a few eye-opening performances ever since his entrance into the WCF at the start of the year. However, none of his past opponents ever had the pedigree of his opponent here tonight. Waylon Cash is a former WCF Champion, former Television Champion, and current Tag Team Champion! Morientes, on the other hand... has not won a single title yet.
Zach Davis: With Waylon Cash's new mentality, this might be a tougher battle for The Bull as compared to some of his previous foes. But don't let accomplishments soil your impression of the match. Morientes has gotten the better of Cash in one of his very first matches in the company, and will be looking to get a victory over him tonight. This should be a fantastic bout to watch.
Cash and Morientes exchange fierce words as they await the match to begin. The crowd is firmly on Morientes's side, chanting his name loudly across the arena, as referee Emily Westbrook signals for the bell to be rung.
The two men immediately lock up in the centre of the ring.
Zach Davis: And they are off! Both men jockeying for position and looking to make the first move here tonight.
Cash gets the advantage and takes Morientes to the mat with a hard right hand. He continues to stomp on the Spaniard while Morientes is still on the ground, forcing the Rebellion member to do his best to fend off the dangerous feet of Cash. A few hard stomps land on the body of Morientes, before he manages to roll out of the way.
Zach Davis: Waylon is certainly not letting easy on Mr. M!
Shannan Lerch: There's a new... aggression to Waylon that we haven't seen in a long time.
As Morientes gets to his feet, Cash charges at him once more, hellbent on taking him down and ending the match. However, this time, Morientes is a little more prepared, and manages to leapfrog the rampaging Waylon, who doesn't lose momentum and returns from the ropes with another clothesline attempt. Morientes manages to dodge that as well. When Cash returns for the third time with another attack, the Spaniard responds with a stunning pele kick, his left leg impacting with the Tag Team Champion with a sickening thud!
Zach Davis: Ouch! What an impressive aerial move! Beautiful acrobatics from Morientes!
Shannan Lerch: Waylon is dazed. Will Morientes take advantage and try and take the bigger man down with a power move, or will he continue to press with his striking ability?
Zach Davis: Whatever he is thinking, he better do it fast. That pele kick may have hurt, but it is far from sufficient to defeat Waylon Cash.
Apparently, Morientes is of the same mindset, as he is quickly sizing up Cash, and backing off from the Genesis member. He waits for Cash to regain his bearings, before dashing at him with a leg lariat.
Zach Davis: Bullwhip! Morientes is going for the same move he used months ago to eliminate Waylon from the battle royal! Will he hit it this time!
But Cash reverses it! He catches Morientes by the legs, and uses his own momentum against him, pushing The Bull away at the same time into a sit-down facebuster! The head of Morientes slams into the canvas hard, and Cash wastes no time going into the first pinfall of the match. Emily Westbrook at the ready.
No! Morientes manages to kick out just before the referee's hand slapped the mat for a second time.
Zach Davis: Oh my goodness! I nearly thought that the match was over already, given how hard Mr. M hit the ground with that facebuster.
Shannan Lerch: I stand corrected. Waylon Cash HAS turned into a new beast altogether! As much as I hate to say it, his reaction time and strength has reached unparalleled levels even since he linked up with Scott Savage.
And speaking of the man of the hour, Scott Savage is at ringside, watching the match intently. Cash glances at his manager for a moment before hoisting Morientes back to his feet. He throws Morientes into a corner turnbuckle and delivers a running high knee to the Spaniard. Morientes's eyes glaze over for a moment as he starts to crumple to the floor. But before his knees could buckle, Cash walks over and holds him up by the neck. He starts to shout at Morientes, as the crowd's booing grows louder.
Waylon Cash: You think you can come and challenge ME for my belt next week? Huh punk? Huh!?
Cash slaps Morientes's cheek once, as the crowd starts to jeer massively. He smirks as he studies those in the front row, before irish whipping Morientes into the opposing corner.
Zach Davis: Such disrespect! Morientes DID NOT deserve that at all! You were right Shannan. This man in the ring is definitely NOT the man the WCF audience know and love. Scott Savage has transformed him into a beast! I have lost absolutely all respect for him!
Shannan Lerch: Come on now Zach, you might want to watch your mouth. Remember what happened the last time you insulted somebody? You got put out of commission by our WCF champion Eric Price! Besides, I got to say he looks pretty hot all of a sudden.
Zach Davis: ... disgusting.
The crowd is still booing immensely as Cash charges at Morientes with a high knee once again. However, they soon turn to massive cheers when Morientes slips out of the corner at the very last moment, and Cash's exposed knee hits the turnbuckle with full force. He collapses to the ground, clutching his knee in pain.
Zach Davis: HA! I knew it, overconfidence does breed failure! Morientes was just recovering in the corner when Cash was doing all that taunting! Now it's time for him to take advantage of the situation!
Shannan Lerch: Don't say that just yet. The Bull has sustained quite a bit of damage in the match thus far. I still got my money on Morientes.
Morientes, who's on the ground as well, appeared to be making his way to his feet. Buoyed by the crowd's chants, the Spaniard hobbles his way to the groaning Waylon, while an irate Scott Savage is shouting orders at ringside. Morientes grabs Cash, and drags him to the centre of the ring, before placing him in a single leg boston crab! Cash screams in torment as his previously tweaked knee is being stretched to new limits, and he clutches his head in agony.
Zach Davis: That was the leg that Waylon bruised earlier against the turnbuckle while attempting to give Morientes a high knee! Will he tap now!
Shannan Lerch: Come on Waylon, stay strong! Reach for the ropes, reverse the hold, anything!
Zach Davis: Why are you cheering for the bad guys! I don't get it!
Shannan Lerch: I don't know! I just think that he has gotten so much more hot!
Zach Davis: Gross. Whatever, let's go Morientes, make that cowboy tap!
Cash is inching his way to the ropes, slowly but surely. But to the delight of the fans, Morientes drags him back to the centre of the ring once again, eliciting another fresh wave of yells from the Hellbilly. Scott Savage is besides himself at this point of time, and is frantically gesturing at the referee, trying to garner his attention.
Emily Westbrook notices Scott Savage, and orders him to behave himself. He takes advantage of the opportunity to pick an argument with the referee, when behind her back, Waylon Cash, who had held up admirably thus far, has finally decided to call it quits! The crowd is roaring with delight!
Zach Davis: He wins! He wins!
Shannan Lerch: No he didn't! The match official didn't ring the bell!
The crowd's cheers start to turn to boos as the referee is still not noticing the submission. Morientes loosens his hold, obviously of the impression that he has obtained victory. With a sudden burst of adrenaline, Cash kicks Morientes away, and lunges to the ropes. The Bull hits the bottom turnbuckle hard, and slumps to the mat.
Just then, Scott Savage decides to stop bugging the referee, and steps away. The arena is echoing with boos, as the match continues, Emily Westbrook oblivious to whatever had happened just seconds before.
Zach Davis: What the hell! This is freaking insane! Morientes had the match if it wasn't for the dastardly Savage! What the heck, I am so unhappy!
Shannan Lerch: No he didn't! The bell didn't ring, and rules are rules!
Zach Davis: This is absurd. Has Waylon Cash turned his back on the WCF Galaxy entirely?
Using the ropes as a walking aid, Waylon Cash makes his way up to his feet and limps over to a still prone Morientes. A feral grin on his face, Cash lifts Morientes up to his feet, and puts him into position. The crowd is infuriated, with some even starting to throw paper cups into ringside, but Cash ignores them all. His eyes are fixated solely upon the Spaniard.
Zach Davis: This is crazy. This seems like it is over. Morientes is about to be hit by The Killshot by that cheating, no-good, Hellbilly.
Shannan Lerch: You know, screw it. I'm done helping you. If you want to continue insulting people, and complain when they attack you, suit yourself. I am perfectly fine watching you get what Morientes is about to get soon. The Killshot.
Zach Davis: Whatever. I stand for justice, and this is certainly not what it is supposed to be.
With The Bull lifted firmly above his head in a butterfly hold, Waylon Cash yells out his dominance, as Scott Savage applauds at ringside.
Shannan Lerch: This is it!
But before Cash could slam Morientes headfirst into the mat, the Rebellion member came back to life, and somehow managed to squirm out of the deadly hold! He drops behind Cash, and nails the Hellbilly with a kidney shot, causing the man to flinch.
Zach Davis: He got out of it!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Morientes used whatever strength he had left to roll the bigger man up. The crowd, shocked by this sudden change in events, started chanting along with the referee's count.
The WCF Galaxy explodes in cheers as Morientes came out on top of a very angry Waylon Cash. The Spaniard wisely got out of the ring as Cash sprung back to his feet, looking around in disbelief.
Zach Davis: Oh my! What a comeback from Mr. M! Huge victory going into next week!
As Morientes makes his way up the ramp, he turns and smiles cheekily at an enraged Cash, who's accompanied by a stony-faced Scott Savage. The Hellbilly begins shouting in disbelief, his face turning red. Without warning, he starts ripping out turnbuckle covers with his bare hands, as the WCF audience boos heartily for the drastic turn of their former hero.
Zach Davis: It is official folks. Waylon Cash has turned his back on the WCF Galaxy.
Shannan Lerch: I have to admit it. Morientes was very impressive tonight. Will this be a similar outcome for Waylon's partner Steve Orbit later on when he faces Morientes's comrade John Gable? We'll be back after this commercial.
Backstage at the arena, soft voices can be heard in the medics room. Ana Valentine sits on, what can only be described as a makeshift "Examination" table. Now that the blood has been cleaned from her face, small patches of purple and blue are mottling and forming across the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. On the centre of the bridge sits 5 "butterfly" stitches, the old paper kind. Knelt by her side, the picture of concern is Buzzsaw Bundy. They are deep in a hushed discussion.
Ana Valentine: I really am sorry... it was all a blur and....
Bundy raises a hand signalling her top stop and half smiles shaking his head.
Buzzsaw Bundy: Ana, I said forget about it... it doesn't matter now... what matters is that you're ok?
Ana half smiles back, flinching at the sharp pain the stretch of muscles causes. She raises her hand to her face instinctively and shakes her head softly, shooing Buzzsaw away as he jumps up, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Ana Valentine: I'm fine.. really. Hey... could you go grab my bag from the locker room? I'm a little cold and my jacket is in there....
Buzzsaw Bundy nods softly, he runs a hand over her shoulder and squeeses it softly in a sign of affection before he walks out the room and down the hall. Ana leans forward and watches him leave, she gages a safe distance, sure he wont turn back and then picks up her celphone. She opens a new message and the contact she selects is masked, she types her messagee quickly, her eyes darting up to the door to ensure that Bundy is not coming back...
Text: It's ok, it's all done. Doesn't suspect anything. Heat is off.
As she hits send, Buzzsaw Bundy walks back into the room. Ana drops the phone quickly back into her lap and smiles sweetly at him as he drapes her jacket around her shoulders.
Buzzsaw Bundy: Ready to go?
Ana shakes her bottle of pain meds at Buzzssaw Bundy to signal she has all she needs and they share a brief, tenseless laugh.
Zach Davis: Wow. Just wow. We just saw an incredible match moments ago in Waylon Cash vs. Morientes. Now, it's time for the other half of the teams to square off in a match of their own. Genesis's Steve Orbit goes one-on-one against Rebellion's John Gable. This should be a cracking one.
Shannan Lerch: Both these men have something in common though - neither of these men want to lose tonight, having come off hard-fought victories at Explosion a week ago. And I am sure that they want to build up as much momentum as they can before their huge tag team match next week.
Zach Davis: It remains to be seen if Orbit is able to cope with Waylon Cash's newfound... attitude. If so, well, they are what I call unbeatable. Out of all the tag teams here in the WCF, The Homegrown Players are on top. Morientes and John Gable got their work cut out for them.
Shannan Lerch: That's if they can still coexist. I mean, come on. Orbit rushed out to celebrate with Cash, and what did that no good Hellbilly do? He delivered a Killshot to his tag team partner! I'm rarely on Orbit's side, but that was uncalled for.
"Flashlight" by Parliament-Funkadelic plays over the PA. The arena goes dark and a pink strobe light flashes throughout the arena. Small pink lights swirl around the crowd and the entire arena, eventually converging into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... from Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... he is one half of the WCF World Tag Team Champions... THE MACK...STEVE ORBIT!
Steve takes his time, strutting down the ramp, talking to fans who mostly cheer him on - however, he does occasionally offend a girl or two with his sometimes rude, sexual, comments. At ringside, he begins the process of taking off his pimp attire of the night - a mink coat tonight. He hands his gold chains and hat to a ringhand, and continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all around the arena.
Zach Davis: Just listen to that crowd reaction. Can you imagine what it would be like if Fly had actually won at Explosion, and fired him?
Shannan Lerch: Hey, I get it. He beat the love of my life Jonny Fly. Let's move on, thank you very much. He survived being a Flyjobber one night. He might be one another. Grrr.
Zach Davis: God, you're really in love with our CEO, aren't you?
Shannan Lerch: I really am...
Shannan's lovelorn sighs are cut off abruptly, as "Things That You Oughta Know" by Chronic Future blasts over the P.A. System. John Gable enters through the current wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, a leather jacket acting as if he was trying not to be noticed. He looks out to the crowd while trying to hide his face. He steps down the ramp, as Humphrey Craig followed with a sign reading "Future Oscar Recipient". John Gable slides into the ring and rips off his 'disguise'. He poses for a few seconds, smiling cockily as he soaks in the deafening jeers from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Cleveland, Ohio... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds... JOHN GABLE!
Zach Davis: Oh, I have never been happier to hear Gable's music. Thank you for sparing me another Shannan Lerch romantic seizure.
Shannan Lerch: Hello there sailor! What do you mean by that!
Zach Davis: Err... I was talking about how Gable has been impressing the WCF Galaxy in recent times. Despite his less-than-welcoming attitude towards the fans, his association with Morientes and Rebellion has gathered him a cult following of sorts. I mean, just look, there are actually a couple of signs with his name on it around the arena!
Shannan Lerch: He's no Jonny Fly, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: Yeah, we're past that topic of conversation already. It's match time! Let's see who can win here tonight and obtain bragging rights heading into next week!
Senior referee Stanley Moser signals for the bell to be rung.
Orbit and Gable pace around the ring, each cautious of being caught by the other and allowing him to get the upper hand. The two men meet in the centre of the ring, and tie up in a collar-and-elbow tie up.
Shannan Lerch: Smart move from both gentlemen. Neither of them is willing to take unnecessary risks this early in the match, opting to go for a safe lock-up instead.
Gable gets the advantage and manages to take Orbit down with a hip toss, holding on to his left arm tight in an armwrench attempt. Orbit breaks free, rolling to his feet a safe distance away. Gable charges at the Oakland native, and tries for a clothesline. He misses though, and Orbit takes advantage of the small opening with a double-knee backbreaker!
Zach Davis: Yikes! I could almost hear those bones of Gable crack all the way over from here!
Shannan Lerch: No you didn't. You're hearing things.
Orbit is not letting up. Without wasting a single second, he scales to the top rope, preparing to deliver his patented Oakland Splash. He makes his way up, posing for the crowd a little... before leaping high into the sky in a somersault senton splash!
Zach Davis: That was quick! He wants to get this over and done with as soon as possible!
But no! Gable rolls out of the ring, showing great ring awareness. Orbit crashes hard into the canvas, stunning himself in the process. He lies down for a moment to recuperate, as Gable recollects himself outside. The Rebellion member breathes hard for several moments, before heading back into the ring to pick on the fallen Orbit.
Shannan Lerch: And he misses! And stop getting all excited at the slightest touch Zach. Your wife is not going to like that at all.
Zach Davis: That's uncalled for Shannan. I do not appreciate that.
Shannan Lerch: Heh. Sorry.
Meanwhile, Gable has Orbit in an arm wrench, once again targeting the left arm. Gable holds his arm against the canvas, smiling sadistically as he does so. He pushes himself off the mat with his feet, and sends his knee crashing down onto Orbit's shoulder with all his might. Orbit groans in pain upon impact, as Gable continues abusing the targeted shoulder of Orbit. The former actor finally releases the hold, and hauls Orbit to his feet.
Zach Davis: Why is Gable taking such a technical approach all of a sudden? I mean, yes, he is skilled in that aspect, but I always saw him as more of a brawler.
Shannan Lerch: Who knows? Maybe hanging out with Morientes on their off-days made him pick up some of The Bull's habits.
Zach Davis: I highly think they hang out outside of work Shannan.
Gable is setting up for a power move, when suddenly, Orbit strikes out with a Pimp Slap, hitting Gable off-balance! The crowd cheers as that move connects, and Gable stumbles back a little, clutching his mouth as he does so. Orbit smirks at the crowd a little, but frowns as he tries to massage his left arm back to life.
Zach Davis: Hilarious, as always. But I think he just made Gable mad. Not a good plan when your arm is a little tweaked.
Indeed, Gable is back on focus, and he is MAD. He charges in once again, thirsty for pimp blood, but yet again, Orbit is prepared for it. Orbit ducks the blow, and readies himself. When Gable turns back to face Orbit, he is met in the face with a fierce short-arm clothesline, spinning Gable in mid-air! He immediately covers the Rebellion member. Stanley Moser slides into position.
NO! John Gable shoots his shoulder off the mat after a two-count.
Zach Davis: Gable is still in it. Don't count him out just yet.
Orbit grabs Gable and tries to bring him to his feet, but Gable responds with a couple of body shots, stunning the Genesis member. Gable then moves behind Orbit, and brings him to the ground hard with a full nelson slam. Instead of letting go, Gable locks in an armbar onto the hurt left arm of The Mack, forcing a slight cry of agony from him.
Zach Davis: Armbar! Armbar! Will Steve Orbit tap!
Shannan Lerch: That left limb again! Gable has been targeting that all night!
Orbit yells out in pain as Gable continues to lock the submission hold on him, applying constant and ever-increasing pressure on him. Stanley Moser is by their side, checking for any sign of Orbit passing out or giving in. Gable laughs cruelly as he continues to wrench on that injured left arm of The Mack.
Zach Davis: Will he tap! Will The Mack tap just one week removed from his career-threatening match against Jonny Fly?
Shannan Lerch: He better! Yes Gable, take some revenge for my Flytoy!
Zach Davis: I don't even want to know where you got that name from.
Flailing his legs wildly in an attempt to get out of the submission manuever, Orbit manages to move himself to the ropes. He reaches out, stretching, yearning for that piece of twine, so close, just a few inches more...
And yes! He reaches it!
Zach Davis: Orbit got it! But has the damage already been done?
The crowd is fervently cheering for Orbit as the match continues. Gable pulls on the arm a little more, before letting Orbit go. He stumbles to his feet and moves to a corner, willing for the match to end by count-out as Orbit is still on the ground recovering from the painful experience.
Amazingly, Orbit is starting to rise to his feet, even before the third count is even up. He stares at Gable, before gesturing to him and mouthing a taunt to him. Orbit smiles, basking in the cheers from the crowd, before moving closer to Gable, who does the same.
Shannan Lerch: Wow, say what you like about both men, but they are giving it their all this week, even when they know that there's a major match the next! Will any of these four men be in any form to compete at all for the tag team titles?
The two men meet in the centre of the ring, trading blows when they are within range of one another. The crowd is feverish, following every punch, cheering when it's Orbit, booing when it's Gable. This goes on for close to thirty seconds, before Orbit gets the advantage.
Zach Davis: Incredible, injured arm and all. Looks like he's about to send a message to his number one contender!
Orbit delivers a flurry of low kicks to Gable's knee and thigh area, forcing him down to one knee, clutching his leg in pain. With Gable dazed and vulnerable, Orbit changes his position to a mock Kung Fu stance, eliciting hearty laughs from everyone in the crowd. The light in Gable's eyes come back, and when it does, Orbit strikes!
Zach Davis: Crane Kick! Damn, I've never seen one delivered with as much impact!
Shannan Lerch: Yikes! I think this one might just be over.
After the impact, he hooks the leg, keeping Gable down for the pin.
NO! Gable once again manages to shoot his shoulder up to beat the three-count. Rolling off his opponent, Orbit looks at Stanley Moser in shock, and starts talking to the official, disbelieving that the match isn't over yet.
Shannan Lerch: Uh-uh, it's not 1-2-3 just yet. The match goes on Orbit!
Shaking his head in frustration, Orbit moves the prone body of Gable into the centre of the ring, before once again ascending up into the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Looks like he's going for The Oakland Splash again. Will he succeed this time round!
Shannan Lerch: I'm sorry to say, but this one looks to be in the books. Gable is out from the vicious kick, and Orbit's in the air! If Jonny Fly can't kick out of this, no one can!
Zach Davis: Stop treating our CEO like a god! He's good, but please, we're with two very able competitors right now as well!
Shannan Lerch: ... fine.
Orbit leaps off the top turnbuckle, executing a picture perfect Oakland Splash!
Zach Davis: This is it! This is it!
But once again no! Gable manages to roll out of the way at the last moment, and is on his feet awaiting the stunned Orbit to get back to his. Slowly, but surely, he does, and he turns into a kick by the Ohio native!
Zach Davis: Is Gable going for one of his trademark moves?
Shannan Lerch: I think so! It looks like... Some Like It Hot! Yes, Gable is going for the body scissors DDT!
However, Orbit dodges the attack by slipping out of Gable's grip at the very last second. Delivering multiple headbutts to the back of Gable's head, Orbit grasps the former actor, and slams him HARD on the ground with a half-nelson suplex.
Zach Davis: The Honey Dip!
Orbit keeps him hooked in a bridge for the pinfall attempt.
Zach Davis: The match is over! Orbit wins!
The referee lifts Orbit's arm in victory, as the crowd starts cheering his name once again. Gable rolls out of the ring, clearly unhappy with Humphrey Craig following close behind.
Shannan Lerch: The Mack got off to a rocky start in this match, but still managed to come off with a victory against a very determined John Gable. Will this be the same result next week when Rebellion and Genesis face off for the WCF World Tag Team Titles?
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentleman, it's time for the main event, of the evening.
Shannan Lerch: As my unfortunate broadcast partner had just mentioned...
Zach Davis: He-e-ey!! Why do I have to be an unfortunate anything?!
Shannan just briefly looks at Zach, before continuing her comment.
Shannan Lerch: ...our next match is our main event, pitting former World Heavyweight Champion FPV against former Slam General Manager Davey Ortega.
Zach Davis: Not to take away from this potentially epic match-up, but it's pretty damn cold up here in Anchorage, Alaska!!
Shannan Lerch: Don't be such a baby!!
Zach Davis: With a mixture of rain and snow, I might end up catching a cold and might end up missing some more work.
Shannan Lerch: Oh great!! That's just fanfrickintastic!! You get sick and I'll end up being paired up with some braindead yokel. But, the more I DO think about it, it wouldn't be much of change.
Zach Davis: Ha-ha. Ver-ry funny, Shannan Lerch. With that said, let's get this main event started.
"Sympathy for the Devil" by the Rolling Stones fills the arena as the boos follow.
Shannan Lerch: With THAT reaction... here comes The Genius.... The Jewel of the East
Davey Ortega emerges from the back with a smile on his face. he slowly walks down the ramp...
Kyle Steel: From Atlantic City, New Jersey weighing in at 190 pounds, he is The Genius, The Jewel of the East... DA-A-AVE-E-EY-Y-Y OR-OR-ORTE-E-EGA-A-A-A!!
Ortega slowly raises 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: Now, we are just waiting on FPV, to make HIS way down to the ring.
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, wearing his signature duster and Genesis T-Shirt, comes out from behind the curtains. He plays to an excited crowd, like a circus ringmaster. Fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music...
Kyle Steel: His opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 205 pounds !!
Zach Davis: Both of these men are well trained cruiserweights with storied careers.
Shannan Lerch: Cruiserweights? Really?
Zach Davis: Surprising as it seems, both men are under 225 pounds.
Shannan Lerch: I don't think anyone really cares. These two could be 400 pounds each, they still have outstanding careers. So, labeling them cruiserweights is irrelevant.
Zach Davis: Cruiser-Super heavy weight, it truly doesn't matter...
Shannan Lerch: ...like I just said.
Zach Davis: What IS relevant is these two men ARE outstanding ring technicians.
Shannan Lerch: Agreed.
Each fist bump triggers off an explosion of black pyro, from the stage. FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans' hands before climbing the ring steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fist bumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotus position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: A-a-and this match is underway.
The crowd starts to chant out loud, while clapping and stomping their feet.
Crowd: FPV!! FPV!! FPV!! FPV!!
Zach Davis: This crowd is one hundred percent behind FPV tonight!!
FPV looks around with excitement, while circling the ring. Davey Ortega just stares a burning hole through FPV.
Shannan Lerch: And of course, as usual, FPV plays the crowd just like the puppet boy he is. But, just like any other veteran, Ortega isn't phased, he is just concentrating just on his opponent.
Both men circle the ring, right as they lock up in the center, of the ring.
Zach Davis: Both men are jockeying for control.
Shannan Lerch: Davey Ortega will gain control any second now.
Zach Davis: FPV slowly pushes The Jewel of the East...
Shannan Lerch: I think you mean The Genius, Zach.
FPV has Ortega in the corner. Immediately Ortega screams out...
Davey Ortega: Damn it, ref!! The man's got my hair.
Stanley Moser quickly intervenes, trying to get in between the two combatants. With just the perfect opportunity Davey Ortega pops Venable in the face with a quick right jab.
Crowd: BOO-OO-OO-OO!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Ortega pushes Frank Venable into the corner...
Zack Davis: Ortega just nailed FPV with a quick European uppercut to the jaw.
Shannan Lerch: FPV already looks stunned.
Ortega quickly steps back and looks, briefly at FPV before running towards his opponent and...
Zach Davis: A NASTY dropkick to the face of FPV!!
Frank Venable falls down to the mat. Ortega quickly makes the pin attempt. The referee slides into position...
Shannan Lerch: FPV kicks out at one and a half.
Ortega picks up FPV and quickly has the former World champion in a side headlock. The Genius quickly shakes the headlock.
Zach Davis: That will quickly give FPV cauliflower ears.
FPV tries push Davey Ortega off of him.
POP!! POP!! POP!!
Shannan Lerch: Futile attempts with a few forearm shots to the ribs by FPV.
With the headlock still intact, Ortega decides to run.
Zach Davis: Here comes a running bulldog.
Shannan Lerch: FPV pushes Ortega off of him.
The Genius runs towards the ropes and charges at FPV...
Zach Davis: Shoulder block by The Jewel of the East.
Ortega runs towards the ropes, bouncing off of them. FPV quickly gets off the mat, turns and sees a charging Davey Ortega. FPV drops down to the mat, as Ortega hops over him, continuing to run to the other side of the ring, bouncing of the ropes.
Shannan Lerch: The Genius bounces off the ropes and runs towards FPV...
But, The Boudle slayer is waiting and leapfrogs over Ortega, who quickly stops and turns around...
Crowd: FUS!! ROH!! DUH!!
Zach Davis: Already with the devastating clothesline!!
Shannan Lerch: Doesn't look TOO devastating.
Zach Davis: Tell THAT to Davey Ortega!!
Ortega shaking his head, as FPV walks over to him...
Shannan Lerch: Back fist by Ortega.
FPV quickly backs away before charging back at his opponent.
Davey Ortega grabbed FPV by the arms and twisted him into a twisting neckbreaker. Immediately, Frank Venable grabs his neck.
Shannan Lerch: HA!! You see!! Davey Ortega has the match completely under control.
Looking around, Davey Ortega clearly sees FPV writhing around in pain. The Genius quickly bolts towards a corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: What's Davey Ortega plan on doing?
Shannan Lerch: Watch and see...
Ortega stands on the top turnbuckle, as the crowd showers him with thunderous boos. Ortega sneers at the crowd before leaping off from the top turnbuckle and landing hard across the chest of his opponent with a top rope leg drop. The ring makes a loud thunderous bang when Ortega lands. Venable's body reacted violently, but Ortega continues control and goes for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Davey Ortega is going for the pin!!
As the crowd boos loudly and feverishly, Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: THRE-.... NO-O-O-O-O!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Shannan Lerch: FPV kicks out at two and a half.
The Jewel of the East picks up FPV by the hair, as the crowd berates Ortega.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
At that time, FPV, pops Davey Ortega in the gut with a back fist. That slightly stuns Ortega, but not enough to prevent Ortega to nail FPV with a stiff elbow to the back of the neck.
Zach Davis: FPV is trying his hardest to fight back, with another shot to the stomach.
FPV hits Ortega three more times, in the stomach causing The Genius to let go and stumble back.
Shannan Lerch: the Genius is coming back at FPV!!!
Zach Davis: Beautiful standing dropkick!!
Crowd: LET'S GO FRANKY, LET'S GO!! <clap-clap> LET'S GO FRANKY, LET'S GO!! <clap-clap> LET'S GO FRANKY, LET'S GO!! <clap-clap>
As the cheers slowly fade out, FPV grabs Davey Ortega and nails him with a scoop slam. Ortega arches his back, while grimacing in pain.
Shannan Lerch: FPV grabs The Genius and...
FPV picks up Ortega and drops him...
Zach Davis: Double-knee gut buster!!
Venable picks up Ortega and irish whips him into the ropes...
Shannan Lerch: Davey Ortega reverses the Irish whip and he sends FPV into the ropes, but FPV jumps into the ropes and springboards off the ropes and....
The crowd goes absolutely crazy.
Zach Davis: As you can see on the replay, FPV was tossed into the ropes, but he had enough scruples...
Shannan Lerch: Scruples?!?
Zach Davis: Yes, scruples to think to use his feet and springboard off the ropes, twist around and dropkick Davey Ortega.
The Genius is close to the ring ropes. FPV walks over to Ortega, but....
Shannan Lerch: Ortega just grabbed FPV by the front of his tights and pulled FPV out the ring.
FPV lands hard on the ringside mats. Ortega just stands by the ropes looking at Venable. the crowd begins to shout at Davey Ortega, but Ortega responds back.
Davey Ortega: SHUT UP, YOU GARBAGE!!
That nearly entices the crowd into a riot!! The crowd responds back not too kindly...
Crowd: ASSHOLE!! YOU SUCK!! ASSHOLE!! YOU SUCK!! ASSHOLE!! YOU SUCK!!
Ortega rolls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh!! Looks like FPV could be in serious trouble!!
Davey Ortega grabs FPV and tosses him into the security railing. FPV's momentum causes him to bounce off the railing and Ortega nails him...
Shannan Lerch: SHINING WIZARD!!
Zach Davis: The Genius...
Shannan Lerch: See?! It rolls right off the tongue.
Zach Davis: Oh my God!! Davey Ortega whips FPV towards the ring side ring post!!
Shannan Lerch: UGH!! FPV reverses it...
Zach Davis: But, Ortega reverses FPV's reverse....
FPV crashes hard into the ring post, causing him to spin around, as he grabs his forehead. Ortega walks up behind FPV, as The Boudle Slayer slowly stands up....
Shannan Lerch: BULLDOG!!
FPV's head bounces off the ringside mats.
Zach Davis: Davey Ortega grabs FPV and sends him back into the ring.
Immediately FPV is picked up...
Shannan Lerch: A perfectly executed snap-suplex!!
Zach Davis: Kiss ass!!
FPV arches HIS back, while screaming out in pain. Davey Ortega looks down at his opponent, then runs towards the ropes. FPV slowly gets to his knees, then up to one knee, Ortega leaps off the middle ring rope and springs off....
Shannan Lerch: YES!! 21!!!!
Davey Ortega clobbers FPV with a disaster kick.
Zach Davis: The Genius is going for the pin...
The referee slides into position.
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NO-O-O-O-O!!
Shannan Lerch: HOW?!? FPV kicks out of the 21!!
Ortega gets FPV in a side head lock.
Davey Ortega: I GOT HIS ASS NOW!!
FPV nails the ribs of his opponent, with a forearm smash.
Davey Ortega: SHUT UP!! IDIOTS!!
FPV nails, once again, Davey Ortega in the ribs, but this time with an elbow. Ortega tries to squeeze down onto FPV's head, but Venable squeezes out of the side head lock and goes behind Ortega and clamps down with a three quarter nelson.
Shannan Lerch: What does he have in mind?
With his left arm under the chin of Davey Ortega and his right arm behind the head of The Genius, he pick up Ortega and...
The crowd roars out with thunderous cheers. Ortega falls backwards nearly is bent in half. The crowd continues to chant out...
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
FPV runs over to the heap, of what is supposed to be Davey Ortega.
Zach Davis: FPV is going for the pin.
FPV: I got you now, boudle!!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE!! NO-O-O-O-O!!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!?!
FPV leaps into the air and lands with a stomp. The crowd cheers. The Boudle Slayer picks up his opponent in the air...
Shannan Lerch: Looks like this will be a vertical suplex.
FPV keeps Ortega in the air for a few second before snapping him down...
FPV finishes up the move with a leg drop.
Zach Davis: DUSTER!!
While Ortega is on the ground, FPV rushes over to his fallen opponent. As Ortega rolls over onto his stomach, FPV reaches for Ortega left leg...
Shanan Lerch: This looks like... wait... STS!!
Ortega is scrambling around trying to reach for something, anything while screaming out in pain.
FPV: TAP BOUDLE!! TAP!! TA-A-A-AP!!
The Jewel of the East is thrashing out his arms trying to grab for the ropes.
Shannan Lerch: Oh, he is so-o-o close to the ropes. Maybe... maybe... YES!! The Genius has grabbed the bottom rope~
Stanley Moser: Alright, Venable let go!!
FPV: NO-O-O-O-O!! NEVER-ER-ER!!
Stanley Moser: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FI-...
FPV let's go and slides away, as Davey Ortega slides out of the ring.
FPV: OH HELL NO!!
FPV climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Ortega has slightly collapsed at ringside. FPV flies off the top turnbuckle...
Zach Davis: This could be that fist drop!!
Crowd: We Herd U Liek Fist Drops!!
FPV, standing next to his opponent executes several more fist drops.
Shannan Lerch: This FPV is an animal!!
FPV jumps up and lands back down, while thrusting out his arms screaming out...
FPV turns around to look back at Davey Ortega....
Zach Davis: HEY!!!
Shannan Lerch: THE HOUSE WINS!!
Ortega nails FPV with a stiff kick to the groin. Ortega grabs a hold of the ring side barrier. He proceeds to stomp down on FPV. Quickly Ortega grabs FPV and rolls him inside the ring.
Zach Davis: Ortega follows behind FPV....
FPV despite being nailed with a low kick, FPV rolls up Davey Ortega...
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NO-O-O-O-O!!!
Both men get up quickly...
FPV has his back to Ortega, as he was standing up, The Genius bolts over to FPV....
The Crowd/FPV: BOOM!! HEADSHOT!!
FPV nails Davey Ortega with a superkick.
Shannan Lerch: What a superkick. Davey Ortega looks like he's out cold!!
FPV collapses down onto a fallen Davey Ortega. Stanley Moser is right there.
With sweat running down his face, FPV collapses to his knees, as the crowd erupts.
Crowd: FPV!! FPV!! FPV!! FPV!!
Zach Davis: Folks, I have just been informed that Sarah Twilight is here! Her car just arrived to the building and Hank Brown is backstage ready to get her thoughts about what took place last week. This is what is effectively being called 'The Chicago Screwjob.' We take it to Hank!
Shannan Lerch: Screwjob? What screwjob?
Zach Davis: Shh...Hank? We're ready for you.
We cut backstage again where Hank is standing by. We watch as a 2013 Mustang GT Convertible pulls up. Sarah Twilight steps out from the vehicle off camera and is not seen just yet. Hank, anxiously rubs his hands together as she approaches.
Hank Brown: Sarah! Everyone is wanting to know what your thoughts are regarding what happened at Explo--UMPH!!
Sarah violently SHOVES Hank out of her way as she storms by, still unseen by the cameras who had been focusing on Hank for the interview. Hank stumbles into the cameraman and the two men fall, the camera now getting a shot of the ground as a pair of high heeled boots walk off in the distance.
Zach Davis: Uh..Hank? Hank? What's going on?
Hank stumbles around and helps the cameraman focus the camera back on him. He looks back in the direction the boots walked off and looks back at the cameras.
Hank Brown: Well...she's here.
He looks back once more in the direction down the hall and then leans in close to the camera while he and the cameraman are still close to the ground. Hank almost whispers his next piece of information.
Hank Brown: And she's pissed!
We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: Well, Hank confirming that Sarah Twilight is here. Eric Price about to have his celebration. I wonder how that is going to go?
Shannan Lerch: She should have just stayed home. She lost, too bad!
The ring is being setup with black carpeting with Eric Price’s logo. Two tables are setup with Champagne bottles on each of the tables in ice, three large portraits of Eric Price are hanging above the ring, one on the left showing him winning the title belt against Jeff Purse, the picture in the middle showing Eric Price wearing the title belt around his shoulder with a suit on, the third picture on the right showing Eric Price placing the sharpshooter on Sarah Twilight at Explosion. The ring ropes have been changed from the standard color scheme to black and gold colored ring ropes.
Shannan Lerch: And coming up next is … oh I can’t wait!
Zach Davis: Ugh…
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on Zach, you should be excited!
Zach Davis: Please, spare me this nonsense.
Shannan Lerch: Nevertheless, coming up next is the culmination of one man’s hard work. The culmination and celebration of a night in his honor…
Zach Davis: Oh stop it, please stop the nauseating nonsense.
Balloons are now placed at each corner of the ring as a small orchestra is now near the entrance stage, many bugle players are also lining the entrance ramp now as the crowd is buzzing about wondering what is happening here.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…
Davey Ortega steps out from the backstage area with a microphone in hand as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly and Gravedigger follows next to him.
Davey Ortega: Hang on just one second, Kyle Steel, please remove yourself from the ring and be quiet as I will announce the champion properly. Ahem! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a man with great integrity, intensity, intelligence, the man who beat Sarah Twilight at Explosion when he made her tap out…
Crowd: You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah!
Zach Davis: These fans chanting the truth!
Shannan Lerch: Oh you people need to shut up!
Davey Ortega: Quiet! Now then, this man made Sarah Twilight unquestionably tap out at Explosion, ladies and gentlemen … and you people, stand up and show the proper respect to this man, he is the WCF World Heavyweight Champion and the greatest WCF World Heavyweight Champion in the history of WCF, Mr. Eric Price!
Crowd boos loudly
The bugle players begin playing a trumpet riff opening to the song “Sweet Victory” by
Zach Davis: And of course in typical Eric Price fashion, here comes the arrogant son of a…
Shannan Lerch: Zach please, show some respect to our World Champion!
Eric Price steps out onto the entrance stage wearing the same suit with a gold shirt and tie, a huge grin on his face with his sunglasses on as he has the WCF World Title draped over his shoulder. He takes his time savoring in the music and crowd as he begins to walk down the entrance ramp with Davey Ortega and Gravedigger closely following behind him.
Shannan Lerch: Here is a man with great courage, great wisdom, a man who knows what it takes to get the job done and at Explosion he did what no one thought possible, he made Sarah Twilight tap out!
Zach Davis: That’s BS and you know it. Eric Price and Davey Ortega screwed Sarah Twilight out of the World Title, Gravedigger got involved as well; it took 3 men to beat Sarah Twilight and they couldn’t even beat her, instead they robbed her of the victory.
Shannan Lerch: What a … what a biased story you’re telling!
Zach Davis: The truth!
Shannan Lerch: That men of integrity like Eric Price and Davey Ortega would steal a match, please. That’s nonsense! Eric Price made Sarah Twilight tap out and that’s why he stands before you still the WCF World Heavyweight Champion!
Zach Davis: That’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous! Nevertheless, you are right about that last part, he is still the WCF World Champion if only by the skin of his teeth but he should be stripped of the title, Sarah Twilight should be champion right now, not this … individual.
Shannan Lerch: I don’t understand why you hate Mr. Eric Price so much, he’s a great champion, a great example and role model for people everywhere.
Zach Davis: Will you stop? How much is he paying you to say this? Nevertheless, Eric Price stepping into the ring with his cronies here as he demands a microphone from the ring announcer, standing in the center of the ring, of course Davey Ortega and Gravedigger flanking him because Eric Price couldn’t fight his own battles if his life depended on it.
Shannan Lerch: Zach please be quiet! The champion is about to speak!
Zach Davis: This crowd certainly letting him have it!
Crowd: You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah!
Eric looks on at the crowd in disgust but simply decides to talk over them
Eric Price: Thank you for that warm reception! Tonight, you cannot deter me as tonight is Eric Price Appreciation Night!
Crowd boos loudly and continues chanting: You screwed Sarah!
Eric Price: Oh, is that what they teach you out here in the sticks? Now I know why Slam never comes to Alaska, because of disrespectful idiots like you people who clearly do not know greatness when you see it! Nevertheless, at Explosion, I did what none of my peers in the back thought I could do, what none of you miserable cretins thought I could do and that is beat Sarah Twilight and retain the WCF World Heavyweight Championship! More than that though, I made Sarah Twilight tap out!
Crowd: Get the **ck out! Get the **ck out! Get the **ck out!
Eric Price: You know, you should show some more respect to a living legend such as myself, this is only guaranteeing that I will never, ever come back here to Anchorage!
Crowd: Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye! Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye!
Zach Davis: And this crowd clearly wanting no part of Eric Price, they want him gone tonight!
Eric Price simply shakes his head and goes to a turnbuckle and sits on the top rope with his World Title draped over his shoulder waiting for the crowd to die down
Shannan Lerch: And Eric Price defiantly waiting it out, not caring one bit what the crowd has to say about him.
Zach Davis: Well this crowd has a right to be livid with him, he shouldn’t be champion anymore!
Eric Price looks on from the turnbuckle and grins at the crowd
Eric Price: Now that you understand who holds all the cards around here, I’ll continue.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price steps back to the center of the ring
Eric Price: One week ago at Explosion, I came in as the underdog, no one had any faith in me, no one in the back, none of you people, no one thought I could beat Sarah Twilight. For a moment, I even doubted that I could get it done but thanks to the moral support of Gravedigger and Davey Ortega, I was able to overcome the odds and quell any fears I may have had and I went on to do something historic, I not only beat Sarah Twilight with the World Title on the line, I made her quit, I made her tap out to the sharpshooter!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Out of everyone in WCF, I managed to beat Sarah Twilight, one of only two people who can claim to have done that in WCF history and both one year apart. Of course for the record, for the record, I am a far better competitor than the other person who beat her one year ago, I am a far better champion than he was too.
Zach Davis: That other competitor he’s referring to is now WCF Owner Jonny Fly!
Eric Price: Nevertheless, I persevered and because of my great resolve, my great will, my great intelligence and ring prowess, I was able to beat a rather tough competitor last week and now Sarah Twilight, she is in the past. I beat her decisively and it is time for me to move on to other competition. Aftermath is coming up but the way I see it, considering I’ve defended my title twice in the last two weeks, I think I should get the night of Aftermath off.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Zach Davis: Night off? He is so full of it!
Eric Price: I already beat two, excuse me, three Genesis members, let’s not forget Timebomb now so it’s only fair that at Aftermath, I get the night off to relax. After all, being the greatest WCF World Champion of all time, it’s only fitting that I get the recognition I deserve and with the Trilogy Cup ending that night, I will be looking forward to defending my title in May at Asesinato De Mayo against the winner of the tournament. As a fitting end to tonight, I would like to say that if you work hard, your dreams come true and tonight, this title, this Appreciation Night in my honor, this is proof that good things do happen to good people!
Eric smiles at the crowd as they continue to boo him
Eric Price: I thank you all very much. Have a good night and see you next week at Slam!
Eric moves to exit the ring as suddenly 'The Only One' by Evanescence begins to blast throughout the arena. The Anchorage fans ERUPT with cheers. Eric's jaw drops and he immediately looks to Gravedigger and Davey Ortega who stand ready to back him up.
Zach Davis: Here she is! Now let's see Eric continue to run his mouth.
Shannan Lerch: Do you really think that she is going to intimidate him? Gravedigger and Ortega aren't going to allow her to lay a hand on our World Champion.
Zach Davis: Yeah, Eric always has to have his bodyguards. Such a coward! Nonetheless, Sarah Twilight is on her way out here and Eric Price is going to have to answer for his actions one way or another.
The music continues and the crowd is on their feet waiting for the arrival of The Mistress of Mischief. Finally as a spotlight centers on the stage, the familiar silhouette of the usually vibrant redhead can be seen shadowing just behind the curtain. This causes a huge spike in cheers from this Anchorage crowd. Sarah walks through the curtain to a deafening pop. Eric is mouthing in the ring as he points and shouts at his rival, obviously not happy that she is out here.
Zach Davis: For someone who is so proud that he 'defeated' Sarah Twilight at Explosion, he certainly wants no part of her!
Shannan Lerch: Because he's already beaten her. Why should he still have to deal with her? This isn't right.
Zach Davis: No, Shannan. What this is called is someone who isn't going to take Eric Price's bullshit, and it is exactly what is needed!
Sarah's emerald eyes are locked on Eric Price as she slowly makes her way down the ramp, staring a hole through the World Champion. Gravedigger and Davey Ortega move in front of Eric, stepping up and challenging Sarah to get in the ring. Sarah stops just before the ring and she smirks up at them, shaking her head with a slight laugh.
Zach Davis: Typical, have Gravedigger and Ortega fight the battles for him.
Shannan Lerch: He's already beat her, she has no right being out here!
As Eric continues to run his mouth, and Gravedigger and Ortega have their sights on Sarah, they never notice another individual enter the ring from behind them. The crowd ERUPTS once again.
Zach Davis: FPV! Frank Venable is out here to support his Genesis teammate!
Shannan Lerch: What the hell is he doing? He has no right being out he--OH MY GOD!
Frank walks up behind the trio and he reaches into his waistband and removes a PISTOL! The crowd has a mixture of cheers and shocked gasps. Even Sarah looks a bit surprised by this action. Eric is the first to notice and as he turns around to see FPV he nearly jumps out of his skin. Gravedigger and Ortega now see what is going on and they are forced out of the ring as FPV waves the gun at them, he looks crazed and orders them from the ring.
Zach Davis: My God, Frank has a GUN! I...I don't even know what to say here.
Shannan Lerch: Someone call the police! This is criminal!
Gravedigger and Ortega are shuffled from the ring by the gun toting Frank Venable. He keeps the weapon drawn on them and forces them to back up the ramp where he remains to keep them at bay. Meanwhile, Sarah slowly climbs the ring apron, never once removing her gaze from a visibly shaken Eric Price, who no longer has back up. The smirk across her face tells the entire story. Eric looks in all directions, realizing he is out of options now.
Zach Davis: Finally! Eric Price is going to answer for his actions!
Shannan Lerch: This is sickening. FPV pulls a gun and these idiots are loving it.
Zach Davis: All he's done is even the playing field. Now it is just Sarah and Eric...and I have a feeling that things aren't going to end up well for our 'esteemed' World Champion.
Sarah is handed a microphone just before she steps through the ropes. She remains focused on Eric Price, looking at him and getting ready to speak, but instead, she pauses to just shake her head and laugh. Eric is very cautious and nervous as he wonders just what she was up to.
Zach Davis: Look at him, he's shaking he's so scared!
Shannan Lerch: He isn't afraid, he's just...under a lot of pressure.
Sarah offers up a sarcastic applause which comes in the form of a golf clap before she finally begins to speak.
Sarah Twilight: So, here you are. Eric Price, STILL the World Champion. So proud, so arrogant. Telling anyone who will listen that you've done the impossible. That you've defeated all the odds and despite what everyone said...you walked out of Explosion with that strap. You brag that you are now one of two men who have defeated Sarah Twilight.
HUGE amounts of boos from the crowd. Eric nods his head, though not very confidently, even though he is trying to appear that way.
Sarah Twilight: But you didn't....
Eric continues to nod his head, now feverishly as he mouths "Yes I did!"
Sarah Twilight: Oh no, Eric...you couldn't get the job done. No matter what you, or Gravedigger or Davey threw at me....you couldn't keep me down. You couldn't beat me, Eric. You couldn't beat me with Gravedigger and Ortega...you couldn't beat me no matter what it is that you tried. You CAN'T beat me and you know that. That is why you concocted that little stunt of yours. Now...don't get me wrong, you won that match because of it...but you...didn't...beat me.
Zach Davis: That's the damn truth! Eric Price is a weasel. He couldn't get the job done because he knows he can't beat Twilight, so just like always...he has lied, cheated and stolen his way to victory.
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on, she tapped out. Sarah, you and everyone else just need to get over it!
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight never gave up and everyone...including you, knows it. Eric Price tapped out at Explosion when Sarah applied Spellbound, but there was no referee to count it. Stop kissing Eric Price's ass already!
Eric is livid as he nearly throws a tantrum with insistence that he did beat Sarah. She just laughs as she holds her hand up, continuing on.
Sarah Twilight: Hold on, hold on. You claim that you made me...'tap out' in the center of the ring. And that is why I am out here, Eric.
Eric Price: I did make you tap out! Everyone saw it! Everyone knows it! I beat you with honor and integrity.
HUGE boos from the crowd. Many begin to chant.
Crowd: LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!
Sarah Twilight: Alright Eric. You say that you made me tap out....
She looks down for a moment as she pauses. Eric doesn't see the wide grin that forms on her face as she does so. She looks back up suddenly, with a statement that shocks Eric and causes him to rethink his words.
Sarah Twilight: PROVE IT!
The crowd ERUPTS once again.
Sarah Twilight: That's it, Eric. I'm giving you the opportunity to prove it. If you were capable of making me 'tap out' at Explosion, then you should have no problem doing it again, right? Come on, Eric...you and I, right here...right now! Make me tap out RIGHT here RIGHT now and I will walk away. I will admit that you are the Greatest WCF World Champion in history and I will walk away. I will not torment you...I will not continue to come after you. Your precious little gold belt will be safe and sound because Sarah Twilight will no longer be placing you in her sights.
Eric looks around as the crowd cheers and hollers. Sarah stands in front of him, ready to fight. Ortega and Gravedigger are losing their minds on the top of the stage, but can offer no help as FPV is still readily holding them at bay with the pistol.
Zach Davis: Come on, Eric. Show us how 'great' you are.
Shannan Lerch: He has nothing to prove. He's already proven it at Explosion.
Zach Davis: Oh please! Sarah Twilight just called him out and he knows he can't beat her...and he sure as hell can't make her tap out. The chips are on the table, what is Eric Price going to do?
Sarah gets nose to nose with Eric, the seething anger burning in her eyes as she taunts him once again, bringing the microphone to her lips which hover just inches from his face.
Sarah Twilight: Come on, Eric! MAKE.ME.TAP.OUT!
Eric snarls and scowls, knowing he is being placed on the spot and humiliated. To not take any action would only prove Sarah to be right. He balls his fists up and can't stand how Sarah is taunting him to do something. Finally he cocks back a fist and....it's blocked! Sarah unloads a FURY of rights and lefts into the champ! Eric is reeling as each shot fired off staggers him, eventually forcing him back against the ropes. Sarah sends him for an Irish whip into the opposite side of the ring. Eric comes back with a front dropkick that gets sidestepped. He falls to the canvas flat on his back. The crowd is on their feet!
Zach Davis: And Eric Price getting a continuation of the ass kicking he received on Sunday! This crowd is loving it! Frankly, so am I!
Shannan Lerch: Twilight can ASSAULT the champion...but the fact is, he still IS the Champ!
With Eric on his back, Sarah grabs hold of his legs and Eric wiggles and tries to get away to no avail. The crowd comes UNGLUED as Sarah steps in and applies a sharpshooter to Eric Price! She turns the champ over and cinches the hold. Roars fill the entire arena.
Zach Davis: What a way to make a statement! The very hold that Eric 'claims' to have defeated Sarah Twilight with...and he's suffering in it tonight!
Shannan Lerch: This is an outrage! How dare she do this to our World Champion! She is just angry that he beat her fair and square at Explosion.
Zach Davis: He robbed it, and now he is paying the price for his actions.
Sarah wrenches the sharpshooter tightly as she arches back, placing maximum torque on Eric's lower back and his thighs. He scrambles and flails his arms about, screaming in agony until he finally starts slapping his hand against the canvas.
Zach Davis: He's tapping! Eric Price is tapping out for the second time in a week! Though that isn't going to help him here and now. This is revenge, plain and simple!
Shannan Lerch: This is disgusting is what it is!
After making Eric suffer for what seems like an eternity in her own version of the sharpshooter, Sarah finally releases the hold. Eric holds his hands to his back, still writhing in pain. The crowd starts chanting at him in the wake of his misery.
Crowd: YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT! YOU TAPPED OUT!
Sarah stalks the World Champion who crawls his way toward the ropes to help pull himself up after being humiliated. Sarah moves in after him, but Eric notices her and quickly makes his escape from the ring. He shouts up at her angrily and turns to leave the arena. However as he turns, he sees the barrel of a pistol aimed right at his face as FPV stands there, not about to let Eric Price go ANYWHERE.
Zach Davis: Not today, Eric. There is no escape for you!
Eric reluctantly makes his way back into the ring as the threat of being shot forces him to do so. Gravedigger and Ortega make a step forward on the ramp, to which FPV quickly responds by aiming the gun back in their direction. They both back off once again.
Shannan Lerch: Why is this allowed to happen? The man has a gun, there should be SWAT teams tackling him by now!
Zach Davis: Oh be quiet! Eric Price is getting his just desserts and everyone from the crowd to the people in the locker room are loving every minute of it!
Eric climbs back into the ring, not of his own accord, and Sarah sweeps his legs out from under him. He falls onto his ass in the middle of the ring as FPV now climbs inside. He too is handed a mic by the stagehands.
FPV: NO MORE! No more of your fucking bullshit, Eric! It's done. You hear me, DONE!
Frank places the gun to the side of Eric's head as he remains sitting on the canvas, by now far too frightened to move. Sarah attempts to calm Frank down a bit.
Sarah Twilight: Frank....it isn't worth it.
FPV: Naw Sarah, FUCK THAT! This asshole deserves it!
Sarah Twilight: Don't give him the easy way out.
Eric is nodding his head, agreeing with Sarah as he certainly doesn't want to be shot.
FPV: This motherfucker needs to pay the consequences. Enough is e-fucking-nough!
Sarah looks down at Eric, who is actually crying right now. His eyes clenched tightly closed as he absolutely fears being shot in the center of the ring.
Sarah Twilight: You see this, Eric? You fucking SEE THIS? You and your fucking bullshit. Pulling the shit that you have every week. Now, Frank wants to blow your damn head off...and honestly, I think I should let him!
Eric Price: Please no, please! I'll do anything...ANYTHING! Please don't do this!
Sarah kneels down beside Eric, looking at him.
Sarah Twilight: What was that? I don't think I quite heard you.
Eric Price: I'll do anything you say! Just please, don't let him kill me!
Sarah Twilight: Anything hmm?
Eric Price: ANYTHING!
Sarah stands up, smirking.
Sarah Twilight: It's settled then. Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight once again for the WCF World Championship at Aftermath!
HUGE cheers from the crowd.
Eric Price: Wait I--
FPV presses the gun harder against the side of Eric's head, tightening his grip on the handle.
Eric Price: ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! You have it...Eric Price versus Sarah Twilight at Aftermath for the World Title! Let me go, I've done what you said!
Sarah Twilight: Oh, we aren't finished....
Eric starts crying once again, wondering what more they can possibly do to him. Sarah paces back and forth a few times as if she was contemplating what more she would have to say. Of course, she already knew and kneels down in front of Eric once more.
Sarah Twilight: That match...is going to be on my terms.
Eric Price: WHAT?! I already gave you the mat--
FPV again reasserting his grip on the pistol.
Eric Price: FINE! Whatever you want, match is on your terms!
Shannan Lerch: This is blackmail! How are they getting away with this?
Zach Davis: This is justice! And I am loving every second of it!
Sarah glances over to Zach Davis, who immediately nods his head.
Zach Davis: That's my queue!
Shannan Lerch: What? Where are you going?
Zach takes hold of a clipboard and makes his way up the ringsteps. Sarah heads over and collects the board from him and Zach returns to his post. Sarah meanwhile, heads back to Eric who is still scared out of his mind. FPV holding the gun to his head.
Sarah Twilight: Now, I'll tell you what my terms are when I am good and ready. But, just to make sure we have an understanding...sign it!
She shoves the clipboard at Eric which is a contract for a match against Sarah Twilight at Aftermath with the World Championship on the line. There is a pen attached to the clipboard. Eric stares down at the contract for a long time and starts crying once again, not wanting to sign it and wanting no part of another match with Sarah. FPV grows very impatient.
FPV: SIGN IT MOTHERFUCKER!
Shannan Lerch: You disgust me. You had part in this?
Zach Davis: And I would do it all over again!
Eric, reluctantly signs his name to the contract. Davey Ortega and Gravedigger throw their hands over their foreheads. But Eric had no choice in the matter.
Eric Price: (crying and screaming frantically now) THERE! I SIGNED IT! YOU HAVE YOUR MATCH, YOU HAVE YOUR TERMS! YOU HAVE ALL OF IT! ALL THAT YOU WANT! PLEASE! PLEASE LET ME GO!
Sarah takes the contract from Eric, smirking. She gives FPV a nod to let the champ go...however.
FPV: Fuck it, I have to do it!
Sarah Twilight: Frank...No...wait!
Eric's eyes widen and he trembles and screams in terror as his life flashes before him. Eric clasps his hands together and he starts praying. His pants darken in color around his groin and the crowd is laughing at him.
FPV: I'm sorry, Sarah.
Eric Price: OH GOD! I'M GONNA DIE!
Shannan Lerch: I can't watch this!
Zach Davis: Frank...don't do it!
The soaking stains on Eric's pants only grow larger and FPV...pulls the trigger.
Zach Davis: HOLY SH--
Eric opens his eyes as he feels some moisture rolling down his head that is neither his sweat or his own tears...which, he has had plenty of going on tonight. Instead, he sees Frank again pull the trigger and a golden, bubbly carbonated liquid squirts at him. Eric grows red in the face as Sarah, FPV and everyone in the crowd begins to laugh their asses off at him. Gravedigger and Ortega, realizing there is no longer a threat begin back toward the ring, but they are cut off by Prophecy, who hop the guardrail and block their path. FPV now squirts the liquid into his own mouth.
FPV: Damn I love Monster!
Eric looks like he is ready to burst as he realizes he's been had. Sarah motions the cameraman to focus in on Eric as she comments to the capacity crowd.
Sarah Twilight: His name is Mr. Eric Price, and he just pissed his pants!
Zach Davis: Finally, Eric gets a taste of his own medicine! He has used and abused every tactic in the book to remain champion, and now...he has to step into the ring once again with Sarah Twilight!
Shannan Lerch: This shouldn't count, they tricked him!
Zach Davis: By that logic, Eric's world title reign shouldn't count then.
Eric gets back to his feet, urine stains on his pants. Eyes bloodshot from crying, sweat dripping from his head from his nervous pants. And overall he is humbled and his ego defeated. He also suddenly realizes that he's just agreed to another match with Sarah Twilight and he looks ready to rip his own hair out as he stomps and protests. FPV in turn sends his foot directly into Eric's face.
Crowd: BOOM HEADSHOT!
Eric is spun around into a waiting Sarah Twilight who hauls him up and...
Zach Davis: TWILIGHT ZONE!
Shannan Lerch: This isn't right! They have assaulted and attacked a man of honor. A man of integrity. They have attacked our great, honest Wor--
Zach Davis: OH SHUT UP!
Eric is laid out in the ring as Sarah lays down on the canvas beside him in a very sarcastic manner. She takes the microphone to her lips once more as she looks again at the contract with Eric's signature on it and she semi-whispers into the microphone and into Eric's ear.
Sarah Twilight: See you at Aftermath!
"The Only One" by Evanescence hits as Sarah gets back to her feet. She and FPV stand triumphantly in the ring over the fallen World Champion. The crowd is going APESHIT with cheers.
Zach Davis: And there we have it! Eric Price has another date with Sarah Twilight at Aftermath! He thought he could get away with his actions at Explosion and the games have finally caught up to him. Someone is standing up to his bullshit, and that someone is Sarah Twilight!
Shannan Lerch: Wait, what are her terms? She has to tell us!
Zach Davis: She said she will tell Eric when she's good and ready. How does it feel, Eric? How does it feel to have the tables turned?
Shannan Lerch: There will be hell to pay for this! Complete and utter disrespect of our World Champion on his own Appreciation night!
Zach Davis: It was great. I really appreciated how it all ended! Well folks, we'll see you next week!
We fade out.