04/14/2013


Rebellion Segment

The scene opens in a lounge located inside the arena. Blizzard, The Ninja, and Vengeance are sitting on plush sofas, awaiting the arrival of two more members of Rebellion. All three men are looking very bored, with Blizzard switching channels on the wall-mounted television every five seconds or so. The Ninja is dozing off, and Vengeance is checking his watch.

Just then, the door bursts open, and Morientes and John Gable walks in, arguing loudly as always.

Morientes: Are you freaking serious Gable? We are going up against one of the toughest teams tonight, and you got absolutely no brains at all if you think they don't need any preparation at all.

John Gable: You mind your own goddamn business Morientes. I honestly don't care if you piss your pants over Waylon Cash and Steve Orbit, but I am cool with that.

Vengeance stands up, looking annoyed at the scene unfolding before him.

Vengeance: Enough!

The two men look up at him, and proceed to find an empty chair to sit in. At opposing ends of the room of course. It's noteworthy that despite being a very strong team together, they still can't stand the sight of one another.

Vengeance: We have been waiting for close to thirty minutes. Get your asses in order. I got something to say at this meeting.

He moves to the centre of the room and looks everyone in the eye. Even The Ninja is awake from his light nap. Of course Ninjas don't go into a deep sleep, because they are badass like that.

Vengeance: It's been slightly over a month since Rebellion has been formed, and we have had quite a good time thus far. We have made our mark here, and we have been turning some heads. I won titles, and we were recently awarded contendership shots at Explosion. We didn't all win, but Morientes and Gable here have the chance to win the tag team titles tonight from Orbit and Cash, and we know they are going to do it.

Ninja: Hear hear.

Vengeance glances at Ninja, before shifting his attention back to the tag team title contenders.

Vengeance: You two should get along slightly better. You've been teaming for about a month now, and I know you guys didn't like it when I invited the other into Rebellion, but hey. Look at the results, you guys work well, and it is a fact. So buck up tonight. Don't let your ego get in the way of glory. Waylon Cash has turned on Orbit, so chances are that this is another victory for Rebellion.

There was a still silence as everyone in the room absorbs his words. Then, Blizzard speaks.

Blizzard: It's nice giving out congratulations and all around here, but what about Pantheon? They posted a promo video about us not too long ago. Should we be worried about them?

Ninja laughs.

Ninja: Heh! Pantheon are just another group that have stolen glory from us, the so-called midcarders! But right now, many of them are falling out. Jonny Fly and Corey Black have heat between each other and have swapped bodies or some garbage like that, Jeff Purse is still incapacitated, Skyler Striker has lowered himself from legend to lackey and Jay Price? I still remember that loss he gave me. He's good, but I've become better. Next time we face off, it's gonna be different. For all we know, Pantheon are having a bit of a fallout. And we're on the rise! And Jonny Fly has became the next Seth Lerch, just look at what he's been trying to do recently!

Morientes raises an eyebrow at that statement.

Morientes: Look, I don't know Ninja. Fly may be a little loco lately, trying to fire Steve Orbit and all, but that doesn't mean he's crazy about power. I'm not defending him, I'm just saying that we haven't had enough to judge him by. Pantheon is definitely still something here, there's no denying that.

Vengeance: Morientes is right. Corrupted or not, Fly is still formidable. Last week was proof enough. I won't deny that he is good. He is. But Sethcretary has a point when it comes down to his leadership qualities. If Fly starts to go crazy, we WILL step in. For now, I suggest we keep a very close eye on them. Once they start letting power go to their head, it's time for this Rebellion to bring them down.

Once again, silence fell upon the group, before Gable talks, a man who has been silent thus far.

Gable: I honestly don't get why everyone cares about Pantheon. There are only two people who are worth anything in that damn group and one of them lost to Steve Orbit, who along with his partner, I am no doubt going to single-handedly beat this week. So that instantly puts me above the entire WCF management team. It isn't like these guys are giants but people wet their pants when they see the name Pantheon and that is all it is...a name.

Gable: Look, whatever you all want to do with your free time is fine, because to be honest I think you all have different aspirations than I do. I am just hoping that this group will start selling tickets soon enough for me to bank on it. Don't get me wrong, I am sick of the favoritism too. I could have joined with anybody, they would be lucky enough to have me. But I chose you all and now I want results. Am I going to have to be the one to actually get the ball rolling by beating Steve and Waylon tonight? Both of them are spineless jackasses and Genesis is falling out from under. That means those Tag Titles are as good as ours. I mean c'mon, if we can't beat two out of touch drugged up losers that seem to be nothing but bobble heads, then I think we should be ashamed to call ourselves wrestlers. But the fact is we are going to win the WCF Tag Championships tonight and I think you all spend to much time building these guys up in your head that you start to get worried.

Morientes turns to frown at Gable.

Morientes: You know, you can show a little more respect to our opponents tonight. He did win against Jonny Fly, and he did beat you last week, don't forget about that. Plus, Orbit's not that bad a guy. Can't say the same about his tag team partner though. Waylon Cash seems like he could be a cuestión. I want to win as much as any of you here, but you got to admit that The Homegrown Players are a force to deal with.

Ninja scoffs.

Ninja: Homegrown Players? Hah! They've separated thanks to "Mr. Satan" Scotty Savage! With their morale down, this will be an easy win for you guys! Gable and Morientes, c'mon, you guys better wipe the floor against them later on. Mr. M, you may be on good terms with Genesis as a whole, but don't you dare let off easy on them tonight. I may be taking a break, but a ninja's gotta work hard so that I can play hard! Go kick ass out there tonight fellas! Win one for us.

The camera closes with a shot of all the Rebellion member faces, all of whom have their game faces on.

Slam Intro

The crowd in Montreal, Canada erupts as Slam is on the air! Drunk and Crazy plays as we pan the arena, getting a shot of the fans before going to Zach and Shannan.

Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! We're on the first stop of our international tour. I just got in from Australia, and THAT was an experience I'd rather not talk about.

Shannan Lerch: Well we're in Montreal now, Zach, and we've got a hell of a main event. Sarah Twilight is gonna get her hands on Eric Price.

Zach Davis: Presumably, that is, unless he weasels out of it somehow. We've got Sarah Twilight and her Genesis friends Tek and Steeltoe Joe up against the team of Eric Price, Davey Ortega, and Gravedigger, who is stepping into a WCF ring for the first time in many, many months.

Shannan Lerch: We now know that we'll get a rematch between Twilight and Price at Aftermath, so Eric better watch himself.

Zach Davis: We've got what is sure to be a classic: Tag Team Titles on the line between John Gable and Morientes... and The Tag Team Formerly Known As The Homegrown Players, Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash.

Shannan Lerch: Bizarre dynamic here. Gable and Morientes used to be enemies and now they're a team, Orbit and Cash used to be a team and now they're enemies.

Zach Davis: I'd say it makes things a pretty even playing field. Very interesting match at any rate, can't wait to see how it all plays out.

Shannan Lerch: We've got a Triple Threat. Oblivion, FPV, and the one and only Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: Genesis, Pantheon, and independent, all in one match!

Shannan Lerch: Champion versus Champion match as Jay Price faces Vengeance, who is both the Hardcore and Internet Champion.

Zach Davis: Of course, Price and Vengeance will be competing at Aftermath in a big Clockwork Orange House of Fun match for both the Hardcore and US Titles, so they're looking to gain momentum heading into that.

Shannan Lerch: We've got a rematch from Explosion, as Benjamin Atreyu faces Ana Valentine one on one. They'll face once more at Aftermath in a Triple Threat, with Skyler Striker involved, but the last time they fought it was a double knockout. Tonight hopefully we'll find out who the better wrestler is.

Zach Davis: Speaking of Striker, his Television Title is on the line against Magnus. Insert Russian joke here.

Shannan Lerch: We've got lots of other exciting matches, too. Trey Reed, who will soon be getting an Internet Title shot, faces The Beholder. Johnny Stylez returns to face Doc Henry, and we've got Adam Young versus The Disease.

Zach Davis: Not to mention Cheetah Fighter versus Voodoo, and Justin Turner versus Blizzard vs Tori Notorious!

Shannan Lerch: Definitely a stacked card tonight. Let's start the show!

Oblivion Segment

Zach Davis: Alright, Shannan, before we get started....

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur.

Shannan Lerch: What's this?!

Both Shannan and Zach look through their notes.

Zach Davis: It seems we don't have anything scheduled.

Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. Oblivion by Mastodon begins to play. The dual guitars to play, as the rest of the music begins. The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing...

Zach Davis: This always gives me heebie jeebies!!!

Shannan Lerch: After all these years, this monster... this beast still makes me feel uncomfortable!!

I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Burning all the gold that held me inside my shell
Waiting for you to pull me back in
I almost had the world in my sight
Lost love, bright eyes fading
Faster than stars falling
How can I tell you that I've failed
Tell you I failed...

Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Leaving you behind with my lonesome song

NOW I'M LOST... IN OBLIVION!!!

As the music continues....

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.

Zach Davis: HOLY SH-...!! THAT SCARED THE HOLY HELL OUT OF ME!!!

Shannan Lerch: Speaking of "Holy Hell" here comes Oblivion.

Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out, with the lovely Vixens skipping behind The Monster. The Gathering are already scattered throughout the crowd. There are some scattered screams throughout the crowd. The music continues the blare out and rattled the Arena Et Maurïce Richàrd.

Zach Davis: Look at Oblivion!

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera, before thrusting out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away.

Shannan Lerch: That was NOT necessary!! What did that cameraman do to Oblivion?!?!

Zach Davis: He got in The God of Insanity's way!!

Shannan Lerch: No excuse!!

Zach Davis: Now, that Oblivion has gone past through that whole religious phase, maybe now this monster of a beast of a man can continue to tear into the competition!!

The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash.

Zach Davis: I STILL hope, Oblivion doesn't end up as a false prophet. Then the Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and as mock lightning flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

Shannan Lerch: Like no matter what anyone thinks or says about this... this... nasty nasty individual, Oblivion is STILL a major force to deal with here in the WCF!!

Zach Davis: I agree with you one hundred percent, Shannan!! Now with his Church has been dissolved, what is next for The Monster?

Lightning strike the corners corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. Shannan looks down and sees Zach hiding under the commentary table.

Shannan Lerch: For crying out loud. Quit being such a big baby, Zach!! Get up here and sit!! DO YOUR DAMN JOB!!

Zach Davis: Holy....

Shannan Lerch: Love or hate Oblivion, you DO have to give props to The Monster!!

Zach Davis: ....

The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

Shannan Lerch: NO!! NO!! NO-O-O-O!!

The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. the Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards Oblivion. Helf the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing.

Zach Davis: The Arena Et Maurïce Richàrd is defiantly divided tonight!

Shannnan Lerch: They sure are!!

The Gathering and The Vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman.... The God of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!!

Oblivion already has a mic in hand. The crowd responds...

One half of the crowd: LET'S GO OBLIVION!!

The other half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!

The crowd seems now to playing a game with each other. Oblivion braces IT's back against a corner, as IT waits for the crowd to finish.

One half of the crowd: LET'S GO OBLIVION!!

The other half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!

Oblivion looks around, as IT slowly puts mic to lips.

Oblivion: Are you done?!

Crowd: WHAT!?!?

Oblivion: A-A-ARE YOU-OU-OU DO-ONAH?!

Crowd: WHAT?!?

Oblivion: Enough of this horse shit!!

Oblivion grabs the side of IT's head and slightly stumbles.

the crowd gasps...

Zach Davis: Wait!! What's... going on?

Oblivion tries to shake it off, but still grimaces in pain, while still grabbing the side of IT's head.

Shannan Lerch: I don't know or understand. We didn't hear anything about an injury.

Oblivion begins to murmur to ITself.

Oblivion: stop it... stop it... STop it... STOP it... STOP IT!! STOP IT!! STO-O-OOP I-I-I-IT!! I'M GONNA DO THIS MY WAY AND MY WAY ONLY. YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME HOW TO DO THIS!!!

Shannan Lerch: Who is Oblivion talking to?

Zach Davis: I have no idea. This IS Oblivion we're talking about.

Shannan Lerch: That's true...

Oblivion: This is gonna sound pretty strange and odd, but... Jonny Fly get your ass out here.... NOW-OW-OW!!

Oblivion continues to grimace in pain, as the lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.

Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on Oblivion 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 Oblivion, before finally sliding into the ring.

Jonny Fly: What in the hell could you possibly want with me, that can't wait until later tonight?

Oblivion: IT's gonna make this short and sweet. No one around here has the balls to say it!!

Jonny Fly sneers away then looks back at Oblivion quickly, then says...

Jonny Fly: I'm waiting.

Oblivion: Ever since you took over... THIS PLACE SUCKS!! You and your girls have completely taking advantage!!

Jonny Fly: Wel...

Oblivion: You're always pushing your authority around here, although it's undeserved!!

Jonny Fly: I mean, I did beat...

Oblivion: You're using your position with the company and using it to the advantage of Pantheon. What happened to being fair? You're in charge of the company!! We might as well call a spade a spade and call it what this is...

Jonny Fly: Which is?

Oblivion: BULLSHIT!!

The Arena explodes with the crowds cheers for a reaction.

Oblivion: Let The Monster make ITself very clear... IT'S NOT DOING THIS FOR THE CROWD'S ADULATION.

Jonny Fly: Look, Flyjobber, who the hell do you think you are talking to? Do you think I really give. a. fuck. what you think? You're lucky that I even employ you. You might as well and get down on your knees and...KISS MY FUCKIN' ASS.

Zach Davis: This is getting heated very quickly.

Shannan Lerch: There MUST be an underlined issue between these two.

Zach Davis: They DO have a triple threat match, that also involves FPV.

Oblivion: The problem with you Fly is that you're just like any other corporate scum bag....

Crowd: Whoa... ou-u-u-u-u!!

Jonny Fly: Yeah?

Oblivion: Yea!! You can't wait and get your hands dirty. And another thing is you'll end up bringing down Price, Purse and Black along with you!! They don't need that!! You're the problem, not them!! But, as long as they support you, they will end up going straight to Hell, along with your punk-ass!!

Oblivion and Jonny Fly go straight after each other. The crowd goes absolutely crazy.

Shannan Lerch: All kinds of Hell has broke loose!!!

Both men are tumbling around, striking and kicking.

Zach Davis: Here comes some WCF officials!!

Several WCF personnel come running down and enter the ring, trying to separate Fly and Oblivion!!

Jonny Fly: Tonight, you lose to me for the third time Oblivion. THE THIRD FUCKING TIME.

Oblivion: KISS IT'S ASS!!!

The officials are trying their damndest keeping the two apart. The crowd explodes with cheers.

Zach Davis: Both men broke free and are now trying to go after each other, once again.

The officials try to keep the two separated, as Oblivion is guided out of the ring. Oblivion pushes the officials away for IT, as The Monster to Fly. A camera is close enough to hear what Oblivion is rambling on about...

Oblivion: Your ass belongs to Oblivion, Fly. Mark IT's words! You're finished!!!

Oblivion turn to IT's right and stares into the camera...

Oblivion: That goes for you too, FPV!!

Jonny Fly separates himself from the other WCF officials...

Jonny Fly: Get the fuck off me before I fire every one of you.

Fly separates himself from security and recomposes himself and begins walking to the back.

Justin Turner vs Blizzard vs Tori Notorious

As we come back from commercial, Blizzard and Notorious are already in the ring.

The Lights in the arena go out.

YEAH!!!

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,
Somewhere down in Texas,
Where the minister spoke,
Said boy ya better find god,
Cause you're destined for sin
So I did a shot and smiled,
With a black-tooth grin,

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,
What ever you think,
Cowboy,
Hillbilly what ever you say
We love 'em and leave 'em,
It's just a cowboy's way,
Outlaw or redneck what ever you think,
What's mine is mine,
What's yours is mine,
It's just a cowboy's way

Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: Here we go!

The bell sounds, and Turner runs at Blizzard, Dropkicking him out of the ring. Notorious grabs him from behind but he switches behind her, spins her around and hits a Sitout Suplex Slam. He stomps her a few times before running to the ropes, Springboarding, and hitting her with a 450 Splash! He doesn't go for the pin yet as he gets back up, Springboards again, this time out of the ring, hitting a 720 Moonsault onto Blizzard!

Zach Davis: Freak Code! The High Flying Freak is putting it all on the line!

Turner gets up as the crowd cheers him on. He rolls Blizzard into the ring and pins him.

One.

Two.

Not quite yet, Blizzard kicks out. Turner turns towards Notorious....

Shannan Lerch: What's next?

He hits her with a Shining Ninja!

Zach Davis: This guys moves are crazy!

She rolls out of the ring. He turns back towards Blizzard who is stumbling up... and hits him with his Blackout Kick!

Shannan Lerch: OOF!

He then jumps to the top rope and hits Blizzard with a Corkscrew 630 Senton!

Zach Davis: DOUBLE OOF!

Turner pins Blizzard.

One.

Two.

Three.

Shannan Lerch: And a victory here tonight for Justin Turner!

The bell sounds as Turner stands up, getting his arm raised to a cheering crowd.

Eric Price Segment

Zach Davis: Slam gets started here in Montreal, Quebec, Canada tonight as…

“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the arena as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly. Eric Price makes his way out from the back wearing a white suit with a navy blue shirt and tie, a serious expression on his face. The WCF World Title is draped around his shoulder.

Zach Davis: And here comes a man who was completely humiliated and embarrassed last week, not that he didn’t deserve it.

Shannan Lerch: Zach please, I can’t believe you were in on it. He did not deserve that, he’s the WCF World Champion.

Zach Davis: He’s a no good son of a b*beep* who deserved it, a first class a*beep*h*beep*le.

Shannan Lerch: How dare you?!

Zach Davis: And Eric Price now taking a microphone again, hopefully he doesn’t piss his pants again.

Shannan Lerch: How disrespectful, I should go tell him what you’re saying. Maybe he’ll beat some sense into you again.

Zach Davis: Oh, come off it and stop kissing his ass so much.

Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!

Eric Price: What a lovely reception here from you Canadians, I thought this was supposed be a country of good manners, of respect; I thought you were supposed to be better than Americans.

Crowd boos loudly

Eric Price: Nevertheless, last week … last week was incredibly embarrassing and I did not deserve to be treated that way. I’m the WCF World Champion and I deserve to be respected damn it! I’ve been champion for nearly 100 days already and that means that I am a great champion, the greatest champion of all time!

Crowd: You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah! You screwed Sarah!

Eric Price: No no, I didn’t screw anyone … well actually, yes I did but we’ll get to that in a moment. I know you people here in Montreal know all about screwjobs but that’s not why I’m out here tonight. I’m out here to talk about Aftermath and apparently the World Title match I agreed to. The contract that I signed one week ago is completely null and void!

Crowd boos loudly

Zach Davis: How can that be? That’s nonsense, it’s a binding legal document!

Eric Price: You see, I signed that contract at gunpoint against my will therefore it does not count as a legally binding document.

Shannan Lerch: Haha, that’s right, you tell them Eric!

Zach Davis: Oh you shut up!

Eric Price: Now you Canadians probably don’t understand much about law or common sense so let me spell this out in a way you can understand it. Ahem … I at gunpoint means signee document no good, no good.

Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!

Zach Davis: And Eric Price talking down to this raucous crowd here tonight thinking he got the better of Sarah Twilight here tonight.

Eric Price: I talked to my lawyer about this and he told me this is the case. Therefore at Aftermath, as no opponent has been named and I defended my title four times in the last month, I will indeed be taking the night off! Sarah Twilight, you don’t get a rematch. And remember, I didn’t screw you Sarah … now I may have screwed your sister Rachel but you’d have to ask her about that, her warm sensual skin, her beautiful moist lips, truly a great experience. And she rides well too!

Crowd boos even more loudly

Zach Davis: What a … what a sick human being!

Eric Price: So no match at Aftermath and I will continue on to become the longest reigning World Champion in WCF history. Thank you all very much, have a pleasant evening!

All of a sudden on the big screen, Sarah Twilight appears

Sarah Twilight: Hey asshole!

Eric looks up at the screen in shock

Eric Price: What the hell are you doing…

Sarah Twilight: Oh shut up for once! You think you have me snowed yet I talked to a lawyer and he seems to have a different opinion about that contract you signed.

Eric Price: I don’t give a *beep* what your lawyer says, I’m the World Champion and what I say goes.

Sarah Twilight: Oh I think you’ll care, perhaps you know this man here.

The camera shows Eric’s lawyer David Monati tied up in a chair as Eric looks on horrified

Eric Price: What the … what are you doing you sick…

Sarah Twilight: Actually, the only sicko here is you! But I asked him about that contract and it seems he was only telling you what you wanted to hear for fear of being fired. Now let’s ask him, David, that contract that Eric signed last week while he was pissing his pants, was that contract valid?

David being coerced to answer truthfully is shown on the screen

David Monati: Yes.

Sarah Twilight: Is that contract still valid and legally binding?

Eric Price: Shut up!

David Monati (hesitantly): Yes.

Crowd cheers

Sarah Twilight: Let’s see now, does Eric Price have to face me with the World Title on the line on my own terms in two weeks at Aftermath?

David Monati: *sigh* Yes!

Eric Price: No, no that’s not true!

David Monati: Actually Eric, it’s true. I hate to tell you but it is, I was looking into getting out of this contract but…

Sarah Twilight slaps the taste out of David’s mouth

Sarah Twilight: Oh shut up, we’ve heard enough out of you David. So Eric, it seems you will be facing me with your World Title on the line once again in two weeks but it’s about so much more than the title this time, I simply want to end you.

Crowd cheers

Crowd: Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass!

Eric looks on mortified at what he has heard and is witnessing

Sarah Twilight: But I don’t want you to forget this so let’s play once again…

Eric is begging screaming NO at Sarah

Sarah Twilight: Oh yeah, let’s play the footage again from last week.

Footage from Slam on 4/7 is shown as Eric Price is screaming “I’M GONNA DIE!”. The trigger on the gun is pulled only to shoot out liquid from a Monster drink! Sarah Twilight then says “His name is Mr. Eric Price and he just pissed his pants”. The video goes back to the live feed of Sarah Twilight.

Sarah Twilight: Now wasn’t that just great? In fact, let’s loop it.

Eric Price: No damn it! I deserve to be respect, I’m the…

The footage starts playing again on a loop showing the urine stain.

Crowd: Pee pee Price! Pee pee Price! Pee pee Price!

Eric looks on in horror at the crowd is mocking and laughing at him

Zach Davis: Wow, this is great!

Shannan Lerch: How dare these sick people laugh at our champion?!

Eric Price: You people think that’s funny?!

Crowd: YES!

Eric Price: I’ll tell you what’s not funny, what I’m going to do to Sarah Twilight later tonight!

Crowd: You pissed your pants! You pissed your pants! You pissed your pants!

Eric Price: I swear to you, if you don’t stop showing me this disrespect, I will leave!

Crowd cheers loudly

Eric Price: I’m very serious, stop showing me this disrespect or I will leave right now!

Crowd cheers again and starts chanting again: You pissed your pants!

Eric Price: You know what? You people in Montreal can go square to hell or since I know many of you are French Canadians, let me say it in words you can understand. Allez-vous faire foutre!

Eric proceeds to flip off the crowd as he storms off as he drops the microphone in anger as he stomps angrily up the ramp

Zach Davis: Wow, so the title match is still on in two weeks, the rematch the world wants to see, Eric Price vs Sarah Twilight II, still unknown what the terms are but Eric Price looks to be leaving here as he is incredibly infuriated by the crowd simply telling him what he is.

Shannan Lerch: These people brought it on themselves, he did not deserve to be treated like that and now it looks like our main event is not happening though I don’t know.

Zach Davis: Probably a handicap match tonight! Oh, and backstage here now.

Eric Price is shown storming toward his limousine in the backstage area as Gravedigger and Davey Ortega are shown approaching him

Gravedigger: Where are you going?

Eric Price: I’m leaving.

Davey Ortega: We have a match later on tonight!

Eric scoffs and laughs at that notion a bit

Eric Price: I don’t care about the match, you heard how those people disrespected me! I will not be disrespect liked that, I’m not going to take it, not ever again! I’m outta here!

Gravedigger: But the match…

Eric Price: Deal with it. You two take the match, two on three, you can easily dispatch them anyway but I will not take this crap from them. They don’t deserve to see the World Champion in action. Montreal can kiss my ass!

Eric gets into his limousine enraged screaming at his limo drive “GO!” as the limo speeds off and the scene shows Gravedigger and Davey Ortega a bit concerned about both the match

Zach Davis: And Eric Price just left the arena. Looks like we have a handicap match later tonight as our main event as Slam rolls on!

Shannan Lerch: These people brought on themselves for being so disrespectful to our World Champion!

Cheetah Fighter vs Voodoo

Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the strange match, of the night.

Shannan Lerch: Strange is not the word I would use.

Zach Davis: What word would you use?

Shannan Lerch: BIZARRE!! You have one dude, who only speaks in growls going up against another dude who believes in voodoo.

Shannan Lerch: Stra-a-ange things are gonna happen...

Shannan taps down her right index finger on the commentary desk...

Shannan Lerch: TONIGHT!!

Lights go dark and the overall feeling of the arena becomes eerie. "When Did This Storm Begin?" by Shiny Toy Guns is blasted through out the arena. Loud cheers is heard from all around the arena.

Zach Davis: It's obvious who is the fan's favorite is in this match.

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. The roof, of the arena, nearly comes off due to the explosive cheers from the crowd. Cheetah Fighter walks down the ramp, slapping some of the audience members' hands. He points to a nearby audience member and flexes with them, as he gets on the ring apron. Cheetah Fighter jumps over the ropes, then runs over quickly to a nearby corner. He gets on one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms into 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.

Shannan Lerch: You can say, for one thing, Cheetah Master has heart and determination!

Zach Davis: And the crowds loves him for it!

The lights go out in the arena and there is a fire that lights up in a circle. “Blood” by Jim Johnston plays as it starts another fire, that lights up in the circle in a “V.”

Zach Davis: Are you sure we have clearance for fires on the entrance stage?

Shannan looks at Zach with a look of disbelief, while slowly shaking her head. The lights come on and Voodoo is seen sitting in front of the fire. He slowly stands up and starts to walk down the ring he stops at the end of the ring and turns around and starts moving his hands as he is chanting a spell and the fires
start to rise above the ramp.

Zach Davis: OH SHOOT!!

Zach dives under the desk.

Shannan Lerch: Zach, get your ass back up here and help me call this match!!

Zach Davis: I'm REALLY getting sick of all these strange wrestlers, that Jonny Fly hires.

Voodoo turns back to the ring and walks to the ring and crawls in and goes to the middle of the ring and sits and looks at the fires and he is laughs.

Zach Davis: Now, he's sitting there laughing at fire. Hell, we might as well as say it....

Shannan Lerch: What's that?

Zach Davis: He might as well start hanging out with Oblivion...

Shannan Lerch: Oh good God!! NO!!!

{DING!!-DING!!]

Zach Davis: This match begins...

Both wrestlers circle the ring, as Cheetah Fighter is low down to the mat, ready to pounce at any second, while Voodoo just stares, while muttering silently.

Shannan Lerch: The two are about to lock up...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Cheetah Fighter pops Voodoo with a back fist.

That backs off Voodoo. They approach each other, once again, as Voodoo tries to get in the head of The Spotted Devil, by throwing a burst of flame in the air, from out of nowhere.

Zach Davis: WHOA!!

Shannan Lerch: Don't you dare do it. Be a man and stay up here with me!!

Zach Davis: Whatever!!

Shannan Lerch: The two hook up with a collar and elbow tie up,

Zach Davis: Voodoo pushes Cheetah Fighter in a corner.

Voodoo rolls his eyes back and begins to roll his tongue. That doesn't phase Cheetah Fighter, as he pounds down his hands to the mat and growls, before he stomps the mid-section of Voodoo.

Shannan Lerch: The strange one from parts unknown spins Voodoo around and tosses HIM into the corner...

WHAM!!

Cheetah Fighter spins around and nails Voodoo with a spinning kick, to the face. Voodoo stumbles out from the corner and...

WHAM-THUD!!

Zach Davis: Cheetah Fighter slams a boot in the stomach of Voodoo and slams his head to the mat with a quick and massive ddt!!

Cheetah fighter screams out before bouncing off the ropes...

WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: A double knee to the chest!!

Zach Davis: Cheetah Fighter is already going for a pin!!

Cheetah Fighter covers a temporarily stunned Voodoo, as Stanley Moser slides into position...

Crowd: On-...

Shannan Lerch: Not even a one count.

Cheetah stomps down on both legs of Voodoo, as the strange one from New Orleans begins to swings at The Fatal Fury from parts unknown. But, Cheetah Fight just grabs a leg of Voodoo and flips over Voodoo and administers a half Boston crab.

Zach Davis: A half Boston crab and Voodoo is in the middle of the ring!!

Shannan Lerch: It's early, in the match up for something like this. People have been lucky before.

The referee slightly bends down and asks Voodoo...

Stanley Moser: Voodoo, is it time to give up yet?!

Voodoo: No.

Stanley Moser: What is it?

Voodoo: NO!

Stanley Moser: What will it be?!

Voodoo grabs the shirt of the referee and screams out, with a demonic-like expression across his face....

Voodoo: NO-O-O-O-O!!

Voodoo spins around onto his back and kicks off Cheetah Fighter.

Zach Davis: Voodoo kicks off his opponent.

Shannan Lerch: We can see that.

Cheetah Fighter scrambles back, as Voodoo slowly gets up. Guepardo Blanco charges at Voodoo. With a blink of an eye....

Zach Davis: Voodoo stomps the mid-section of Cheetah Fighter...

WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!!!

Voodoo quickly grabs the throat of Cheetah Fighter and without any hesitation Voodoo slams his opponent down.

Shannan Lerch: Voodoo has choke bombed Cheetah Fighter straight to Hell!!!

The crowd reacts accordingly, as they leap out of their seats. Some of the crowd boos as some cheer. Voodoo covers Cheetah Fighter...

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE!!! NO-O-O-O!!

KICKOUT!!

Voodoo: WHA-A-A-TT-T?!?!

Shannan Lerch: My sentiments exactly... WHA-A-AT-T?!?!

Voodoo gets up, with a slight limp and picks up a stunned Cheetah Fighter...

Zach Davis: Voodoo has Cheetah Fighter exactly where he wants him.

Shannan Lerch: Oh, I have a bad feeling about this!!

Voodoo grabs his opponent and presses him over his head. Voodoo walks around with cheetah Fighter above his head. Voodoo has his eyes, once again rolled back and his tongue sticking out. He gets close to the ropes several times, causing the crowd to gasp several times.

Zach Davis: OH MY GO-O-ODD-D-D!! Voodoo is about to toss Cheetah Fighter over the top rope.

The facial expression across the fans' faces is basically priceless as the nearby fans are expecting Cheetah fighter to be tossed near them, but that doesn't happen as Voodoo turns around and walks to the center, of the ring and slightly tosses his opponent in the air. Cheetah Fighter shows an expression of complete fear as he drops body and face first to the mat. Voodoo turns over Cheetah Fighter.

Shannan Lerch: Voodoo is going for the pin...

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE!!! NO-O-O-O!!

KICKOUT!!

With rage in his eyes, Voodoo proceeds to flip over Cheetah fighter, who is face down on the mat. Voodoo drops an elbow across the back, of the neck of Cheetah Fighter. Quickly right afterwards, Voodoo drops a leg across the back of his opponent's neck. Cheetah Fighter's body flops with the impact. The crowd are screaming insults at Voodoo, as some of the other fans are screaming encouragement as well as tremendous fearful statements towards the referee.

A fan: Get Voodoo away from him... HE'S KILLING HIM!!!

As a limp Cheetah Fighter lays there, Voodoo kneels beside his opponent with his hands raised up and he begins to laugh manically.

Zach Davis: This Voodoo is a complete psycho!!

Shannan Lerch: So, that means he will fit in here very well!!

Voodoo picks up a dazed Cheetah Fighter and ceremoniously tosses him into a corner with complete power.

Zach Davis: Cheetah fighter crashes hard into the turnbuckles! OH MY GO-O-OD-DD-D!!

Voodoo with the speed from an unknown source comes barreling towards Cheetah Fighter....

A Fan: CHEETAH MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!! HURRY!! HUR-UR-URR-RY-Y-Y!!

With his eyes glazed over, Cheetah fighter slowly picks up his head and sees, at the last second, Voodoo crashing right into him...

Shannan Lerch: BODY AVALANCHE!!

The impact of Voodoo crashing into his opponent causes Cheetah fighter comes stumbling out, almost falling over. With exact timing, perfect timing, as Cheetah Fighter is stumbling around and is nearly bending over as he is falling over, Voodoo had already bounced off the ropes and....

WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: BICYCLE KICK!!

That massive kick causes Cheetah Fighter to slam down to the mat. Immediately, Voodoo goes for the pin. with a limp body, on the mat, Voodoo places both of his hands across the chest of his opponent.

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE-E!!! NO-O-O-O-O!!!

KICKOUT!!

The crowd screams with thunderous cheers, as voodoo looks at Stanley Moser with complete confusion.

Voodoo: Why won't he stay down?!?

Voodoo kneels there, with his eyes rolled back as well as his head. With his arms raised up in the air...

Zach Davis: Did it just get real cold up in here?!

Shannan Lerch: Holy sh-... IT DID!!

Voodoo continues to mumble out something, as Cheetah Fighter... SITS UP!! The crowd goes hysterical!

Zach/Shannan: HOLY CRA-A-AP!!

Cheetah begins to shake, as Voodoo, with a look of complete shock to his face throws a couple of thunderous shots at the face of Cheetah Fighter. But, the animal-like fighter begins to twirl around while slamming his hands down onto the mat, while growling. Cheetah Fighter slams his fist to the mid-section of Voodoo, then the Savage Rouge shrugs his shoulders before using his left thumb to indicate a cutting motion before thrusting that thumb down. The fist to his stomach causes Voodoo to bend over. The Spotted Devil runs off and bounces off the ropes. with an extremely loud growl, Cheetah Fighter leaps into the air and lands with a thunderous....

Zach Davis: CONVICT KICK!!

Shannan Lerch: Bicycle kick!!

Cheetah Fighter picks up Voodoo and locks in an arm, before...

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM-THUD!!!

Zach Davis: ARM LOCK SUPLEX!!

Cheetah Fighter begins to stalk Voodoo, as he puts two thumbs out, then down. he grabs Voodoo and goes behind his opponent, grabbing him by the waist...

WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: Waist suplex!!

Cheetah growls into the air, which cause the crowd to do the same.

Zach Davis: GROWL!!

Shannan Lerch: Please... don't do that.

Fighter leaps into the air and lands with a thunderous double knee drop to the mid-section of Voodoo. Fighter picks up Voodoo and nails him with a Manhattan Drop, which causes Voodoo to to be stunned for a brief second, but enough for Cheetah fighter to....

WHOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: SAVATE KICK!!

That spins Voodoo around...

WHOO-OOO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Shannan Lerch: SPEAR!!

Voodoo crumbles down hard, to the mat. But, he ends up picking up Voodoo. Cheetah Fighter growls loudly, before...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: NECK CUTTER!!

Cheetah Fighter nails Voodoo with a jumping cutter. Voodoo lays thee motionless. Cheetah fighter looks around the arena.

Shannan Lerch: Uh-oh!! This crazy sum-bitch has a wild look in his eyes.

Cheetah Fighter looks around right as he runs to a corner. He quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle before quickly leaping off....

WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: MOONSAULT!!

Cheetah Fighter grabs his own mid-section, before grabbing Voodoo, who out of desperation jams a thumb in the eye of Cheetah Fighter. The arena is shaking from the thunderous boos.

Crowd: BOO-OO-OO!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!

Voodoo walks over to his opponent...

Cheetah Fighter quickly grabs Voodoo in a side headlock, but... SMASHES VOODOO'S HEAD WITH A KNEE SMASH!!

Shannan Lerch: Coconut Smash!!

That causes voodoo's head to fly back....

WHOO-OO-OOSH-WHAMM-MM!!

Zach Davis: STUNNER!! STUNNER!! STUNNER!!

Voodoo's body is flung back and lands hard onto the mat. Cheetah Fighter flies over to the prone body of his opponent and makes the cover. Stanley Moser dramatically slides into position....

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE-EE-EE-EEE!!!

Crowd: YE-E-E-ESS-S-SS!!

[DING!!-DING!!-DING!!]

Zach Davis: Cheetah Fighter has done it!!

Waylon Cash/Jonny Fly Segment

We’re magically transformed to Jonny Fly’s office where the WCF’s Chief Executive Officer is busy doing…actually, he’s not doing anything. Despite the fact that he has a match tonight and his signature weekly show is going on, Fly appears to be playing Fruit Ninja on his phone. A scowl comes over Fly’s face and he suddenly bangs his fist on the desk and throws his phone against the wall. He leans forward in his office chair and touches the button that dials him directly to his secretary. Sethcretary picks up after two rings.

Jonny Fly: Seth! Why the fuck did it take you so long to pick up?

Seth begins to say something, but Fly cuts him off immediately.

Jonny Fly: Get me another cell phone, mine just broke. IMMEDIATELY.

Fly hangs up before Sethcretary can even get a single word in. At that point he looks up and, whoa…Waylon Cash and Scott Savage are in his office.

Jonny Fly: What the…how did you…ah, fuck it. What’s up?

Scott Savage steps forward and leans over, putting his hand otu for Fly to shake. He looks him directly in the eyes.

Scott Savage: I don’t think we’ve ever been properly introduced.

Fly smirks and stands up. Savage straightens himself out as Fly extends a hand forward.

Jonny Fly: Well then, I am Captain Jonny Motherfuckin’ Fly. You may have seen me in the movie, “I sign all of your paychecks.” That movie is up to 93% on Rotten Tomatoes, by the way. My interests are destroying inferior wrestlers, hookers, Pantheon, hard liquor, and owning giant houses and wrestling organizations. My disinterests are…when people barge into my fuckin’ office for absolutely no reason. What do you want?

Savage grasps Fly’s hand and smiles.

Scott Savage: No need for the hostility. I’m here on behalf of my client. It appears the two of you share a mutual annoyance in Steve Orbit. I thought it would be in our best interests to discuss a possible plan for dealing with him.

Fly nods his head and motions for Savage and Cash to take a seat. He returns to his chair as well.

Jonny Fly: I saw that. I’m glad that there’s someone out there with some common sense. Splitting with Steve Orbit and turning your back on Genesis, by far the smartest thing you’ve ever done, Waylon. That group is dotted with failures. The group succeeds only in stunting the careers of its members.

Waylon Cash: Shut up, Fly. I don't give a shit about any of that. I’m here because I want a match with Orbit.

Scott Savage: Tonight. Right now.

Fly raises his eyebrows and shifts his eyes from Cash to Savage. The two return the glance emotionlessly.

Jonny Fly: You’re serious?

Scott Savage: Yes. It is a pretty simple request with one very big consequence if it is not granted. If Waylon Cash does not get a match with Orbit tonight, he is going to go create his own match with him backstage, and it won't be anywhere near as crowd pleasing as a sanctioned match. It will be nothing short of a blood bath. If that is what you want, Waylon would be happy to oblige. Rest assured though, Waylon is going to get his hands on Steve Orbit one way or another, and when he does…

Jonny Fly: Hold on a second. What makes you think I’m against that? I love backstage fights. I encourage them, in fact. Everyone beat the fuck out of everyone, that’s my new motto.

Scott Savage: In a way, we were hoping you would say that. Just so we are clear though, you will be willing to cover all damages that Waylon will certainly cause, the personal injury lawsuits, damage to the arena, all of it?

Jonny Fly: The WCF will cover that, yeah. Kill the motherfucker, I don’t give a shit. I’ll pay for the funeral. Seriously, guys, I HATE Steve Orbit. Don’t either of you think for a second that you don’t have my full support in destroying that motherfucker.

Scott Savage beams widely. He rises from his seat.

Scott Savage: Good. That is all we needed to hear. You…may want to call in ambulance in about ten minutes. It might be best for everyone to think you tried to stop this.

Fly nods his head in agreement. Waylon rises from his seat and shares a handshake with Fly. Savage and Cash move toward the door when Fly yells out…

Jonny Fly: Oh, fuck…

Cash and Savage turn around.

Jonny Fly: We have one small issue.

Waylon Cash: What's that?

Jonny Fly: Well, you and Orbit are scheduled to defend the tag-team titles tonight. Unfortunately, I can’t change the rule that both competitors need to be present for it to be a valid title defense. If you don’t want to be stripped of the titles...

Scott Savage: That is certainly a good point.

Waylon Cash: I'm keepin' the tag-titles. For all the work I’ve done carryin' Orbit, I deserve them.

Jonny Fly: Wait until after the match then?

Without another word said, Cash and Savage exit the office.

Adam Young vs The Disease

Zach Davis: Up next is a match that's sure to be a firecracker! Esteemed manager Adam Young is going one-on-one with one of WCF's hottest new commodities. The Disease is an intriguing character to say the least, and I am interested to see how he'll fare against a veteran of the squared circle.

Shannan Lerch: The Disease impressed in his debut match last week. Sure, a little hiccup happened, and he lost to Trey Reed, who also had an impressive start to his career here as well. No shame at all.

Zach Davis: I agree Shannan. Adam Young is infamous for bringing talent from all around the world to the WCF, but other than that, he is also quite a skilled competitor. I don't think he'll be wanting to lose tonight, especially when he's hankering for a match against Corey Black and Doc Henry!

Shannan Lerch: Psst. I don't think either of them would even want to step in the ring with Adam Young at this point of time. Call it cowardice or overconfidence, but they both think they are too good for him.

The light dims down as a hush begins to fall over the crowd. "Left Behind" by Slipknot blares over the PA system as lights begin to flash.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... from parts unknown... weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds... THE DISEASE!

The strobes kick on to show The Disease standing in the ring with his head down. Everything goes dark and silent for a moment, before a very audible primal scream is heard throughout the arena. The lights return to normal, and the crowd sees The Disease standing in the ring, looking on at the crowd.

Zach Davis: Woah. What an intriguing entrance.

Shannan Lerch: Disturbing is more like it. We might just have found someone who can rival Oblivion's entrance in terms of creepiness.

Zach Davis: Indeed. The Disease is out to prove his worth tonight, and one can only begin to fathom what thoughts are running through his head right now.

Shannan Lerch: Not pleasant ones, no doubt. He's probably thinking how to best destroy Adam Young later on in the ring.

And speaking of Adam Young, the man of the hour has arrived. "The Final Countdown" by Europe starts playing as Adam Young steps out from the back. He looks at the crowd and smiles, before starting towards the ring and rubbing his wrists.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Abilene, Texas... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... ADAM YOUNG!

He delivers an icy stare into the ring at his competitor, as he continues to walk down the ramp. He reaches the ring and runs his left thumb across his throat, before climbing the ringside steps, looking deep into The Disease's eyes as he does so. The two men stand tall in the ring, each serious about tonight's bout.

Zach Davis: Adam Young is looking focused tonight. Do you think he will be able to defeat The Disease tonight though?

Shannan Lerch: I... honestly don't know. Adam Young is not my beloved Jonny Fly, but one cannot discount the many years of experience he had thus far. But on the other hand, The Disease looks like he means business as well. I'm going to call this right down the middle Zach. Should be a nice one to watch.

Referee Nigel Martin calls for the bell, and the two men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring. The larger Young quickly gains an advantage as he forces The Disease against the turnbuckle. Nigel Martin pays close attention to the grapple, before finally deciding that the two wrestlers have to break it up. The Disease immediately puts some space between himself and Young, before the two men start circling each other, each waiting for an opportunity to strike.

Zach Davis: Adam Young is really using his strength against the lighter Disease tonight.

Shannan Lerch: Well... you know what they say about diseases! Even the lightest touch can kill!

The circling continues for several seconds, before Adam Young decides to move in quick for the kill. He attempts to catch The Disease in another grapple, but this time, The Disease manages to avoid the move! He takes advantage of Young's miscalculation, quickly bringing the southerner to the canvas with a series of fists and kicks. The Disease continues to hammer Young with a series of stinging rights, before taking a breather and observing his opponent.

Zach Davis: Well, I guess you're right! The Disease is looking strong tonight, and is currently on the attack!

Shannan Lerch: Told ya.

The Disease stares at Young for a moment or two, before running to the ropes and delivering a running dropkick to the head of Young. The southerner crumples to the mat stomach-first, clearly dazed by the superior speed of his opponent. The Disease doesn't let up though, as he immediately puts Young in a Boston crab hold! Young lets out a scream of pain, as he arches his back in a fruitless attempt to avoid the submission hold.

Zach Davis: I heard from numerous sources that The Disease is an expert in submissions. Adam Young is finding that out first-hand in that devastating Boston crab. Will Young submit!

Perspiring in exertion, Young crawls his way to the ropes slowly. His fingers graze the bottom rope... so close... before finally, he manages to get a hand around it! The Disease is not relinquishing the move though, forcing the official to start the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

FI--

The Disease finally breaks the hold, fully utilizing every second to inflict as much pain to the wrecked body of Young. Despite the mask, it is still obvious that the newcomer is smirking at the fallen body of Young, and the crowd is not happy with this display of arrogance.

Zach Davis: Can you hear those boos resonating around the arena! These Canadians are not happy with this man!

Shannan Lerch: Hmm. He's looking mighty sexy with Adam Young crumpled on the floor in front of him. Do you think he can kiss well with that mask.

Zach Davis: WHAT?! SICK! Get back to business Shannan!

The Disease hauls Young back to his feet, and places him in a grapple hold. However, before he could fully lock it in, Young responds with a STO out of nowhere! The Disease's head ricocheted back against the canvas with a sickening thud, and he grasps his head in pain.

Shannan Lerch: Wow! Vanity Killer delivered with such impact! He could be out!

Seeing the opportunity, Adam Young jumps on to The Disease's body. Nigel Martin at the ready for the count.

ONE!

TWO!!

TH-

NO! The Disease shoots his shoulder off the mat after a two-count.

Zach Davis: Decent effort by Adam Young and a big move. Will he take advantage of the situation?

Shannan Lerch: I'll take advantage of The Disease, just look at that fit bo--

Zach Davis: And back to the wrestling!

Shaking his head, Young brings a still groggy Disease back to his feet, before delivering a suplex to him. Young immediately follows it up with a submission of his own, a crossface this time! He wrings the head of The Disease back painfully, eliciting a few groans of agony from the masked superstar. The crowd cheers audibly, happy that momentum is back with the good guy.

Zach Davis: A crossface! Now, will The Disease tap! It seems like things are changing so quickly in this match with two submission specialists!

Shannan Lerch: The Disease seems to be fading! Will he go down!

Indeed, The Disease appears to be weakening beneath the strong arms of Young. His breathing is turning shallow, and his cries of pain are echoing around the arena. The audience is cheering, eager to see a submission finish. And then... Disease's head starts lolling about, almost as if he fell unconscious.

Shannan Lerch: That's it, the match is over!

But just as Shannan Lerch said those words, The Disease comes back to life, and manages to roll Young to his back! Young's shoulders are on the mat, and he immediately lets go of the submission hold in an effort to break the pinfall. But will he make it? Nigel Martin is already making the count, ever the vigilant referee.

ONE!

TWO!!

TH-

But no! Adam Young manages to kick The Disease off at the very last moment!

Zach Davis: Wow, what a match, and it's only our third match! Tonight looks good!

Shannan Lerch: It most certainly does, but for these two, it might just come down to these last few minutes. Both Adam Young and The Disease have been through quite a bit, and just one more big move might end this match!

Both men manage to make their way to their feet, and are meeting in the middle of the ring right now. They trade blows, each trying his best to outlast the other. The crowd is into it, and it seems that it may just come down to a battle of wills. Whoever wants it more, will win it. The Disease manages to clip Young with a firm right hand. The fist impacts the southerner's head, and he immediately falls to the canvas, with his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

Zach Davis: OOH! I think Adam might just have been knocked out!

But instead of going for the pinfall, The Disease crawls his way to Young, and applies a standing scissors lock around his leg! The Disease then slams himself down on the mat, landing so that they are lying side-by-side. He pulls on Young's leg; trying his best to hyper extend the knee.

Zach Davis: Yet another submission!

Shannan Lerch: The Disease With Ease! Its hurting Adam Young bad, and I think he might tap!

Indeed, the pain shocks Young awake, and he is squirming with all his might to escape the submission hold. He moves and moves, and extends a hand out in hopes of reaching a rope. He holds on for several seconds, before finally, he taps out, with referee Nigel Martin just beside him to validate it.

DING-DING-DING!

The WCF Galaxy explodes into boos as The Disease lets go of the Disease With Ease. Adam Young clutches his leg in pain as The Disease looks down on him contemptuously. He looks back up at the jeering fans, and flips them off, before laughing maniacally.

Zach Davis: It's obvious that these fans have absolutely no love for The Disease. He apparently cares naught for them too. Just look at him!

Shannan Lerch: But what a win for him! He made a veteran submit, and looked very impressive in the process. Despite trying his best, the younger wrestler was just too much for Adam Young to defeat. We can just hope he wasn't permanently injured after that devastating hold. Damn.

Steve Orbit/Corey Black Segment

Scene opens in a hallway backstage. "The Mack" Steve Orbit is leaning against a wall, filing his nails. Like a pimp. Which he is. Anyway, here comes Jonny Fly, except it's not Jonny Fly, it's Corey Black in Jonny Fly's body, and stuff. Orbit leans forward off the wall and stands firm, almost in a defensive position.

Corey Black: Yo, dogg.

Corey puts his fist up for a pound. Orbit looks down at his fist, then at Corey's face.

Steve Orbit: Do I know you?

Corey puts his hand on Orbit's shoulder.

Corey Black: It's me, homeboy. It's Black.

Orbit nods his head and pounds Corey's fist... but then, he gets suspicious.

Steve Orbit: How do I know it's you, man?

Corey Black: Come on, dogg-- I know us white folks all look the same, but--

Steve Orbit: But nothin'. Let me ask you somethin'. Who's THE king?

Corey Black: Shit, Michael Jackson, Rest in Peace, homie.

Orbit nods.

Steve Orbit: Aight... whiteboy woulda said Elvis, ok... what's a number one at KFC?

Corey Black: Five dollar two peice meal, that's my joint right there.

Orbit nods again.

Steve Orbit: Ok, ok... what about this, what's the best flavor of Kool-Aid?

Corey Black: ... Red, dogg. Everybody know the best flavor is red.

Steve Orbit: Aight, good enough... wait, one more. Bonus question. What cost more, yo' car, or the speakers inside yo' car?

Corey Black: Shit, my boomin'-ass system cost like twice as much as my fly-ass ride.

Orbit laughs and grabs Corey for a lean-in hug.

Steve Orbit: My nigga. So whatchu doin' man?

Corey Black: Maxin' and relaxin'. Just comin' to check you out.

Steve Orbit: Yeah, I'm good. I'm kinda trippin' off this thing with Waylon, homie. I feel like his ass is gonna cost me the Tag Team titles tonight-- or somethin' worse-- and I don't know what to do about it. I feel like knockin' some sense into the mother fucker.

Corey Black: Yo, fuck that turncoat backstabbin' mother fucker. I say you check his ass before he checks you first, you feel what I'm sayin'? E'rybody know that YOU been carryin' his ass all along. Dude wouldn't even have those belts if it wasn't for yo' ass. That fool ain't got nothin' on you.

Steve Orbit: I feel you, I just-- it's hard, man, you know? I thought this was my roll dogg. I thought we were gonna be a team forever.

Corey Black: I hear that. I'm goin' through some thangs with Fly right now, and I don't even know if I can trust his ass either. So check it out, check it out. Just sayin'-- you got my back, and I got yours. None of this shiesty-ass shit. We know we can trust each other, dogg.

Steve Orbit: You know it, homie. Aight, so that's what it is, then. No matter what happens-- Pantheon, Genesis, that shit ain't really a factor right now. We need to have each other's back, and that's what we gon' do. Word up.

Corey Black: Word up.

The two men hug again.

Steve Orbit: Aight man, I gotta get ready for this match. I'll holla at you.

Corey Black: Peace.

The two men part ways and we fade out.

Doc Henry vs Johnny Stylez

Zach Davis: Big match coming up next Shannan!

Shannan Lerch: Oooh YEAH! Are you excited as I am to see the DON OF DISRESPECT return Zach?!

Zach Davis: N-no.. no one I think gets as excited as you about fresh meat, Shannan. Let's go to our ring announcer Kyle Steel!

Kyle Steel: Coming first to the ring standing at six feet five, weighing in at 235 lbs., The Confederate Ambassador, The Mustache of the South, DOC. THE COCK. HENRYYYY!!!

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps through the ropes and grins proudly as he poses for the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, making his return to the Wrestling Championship Federation.. He stands at six feet four inches, weighing 245 lbs., blood type Tee-Ayche-See.. The “Paragona of Americona”, The “DoN of Di$ResPecT”, The SAINT OF SIN.. JOHNNNNYYYY... STYLEZ!!

~*~ 4:19 ~*~
-GoT-
-A-
-MiNuTe?!?-

Flashes over the titantron, as green smoke begins to fill the entry way. The arena goes completely black and then-

~ExPLoSiOn~
-Looking Back At Me-
-I See That I Never Really Got It Right-
- I Never Stopped To Think Of You-
-I’m Always Wrapped Up In Things I Cannot Win-
-You Are The Antidote That Gets Me By-
- Something Strong Like A Drug That Gets Me-
-H.I.G.H.-

Cold by Crossfade plays over the loud speaker as out struts the Paragona of Americana , LA Johnny Stylez. Stylez moves with the rhythm of the music while yelling at the crowd. Naturally Stylez is met with a course of boos so loud that it almost shakes the arena. Stylez is dressed in a pair of baggy cargo pants and he is wearing a P.o.P T-shirt Outsider’s style. On the front of the shirt is P.o.P in white bold letters with (Players of Perfection) written in captions. Stylez is wearing a pair of silver oakleys and he has a cigarette hanging from his lips. After dancing to his music and taunting the fans, Stylez makes his way down the ramp.

-What I Really Meant To Say-
-Is That I'm Sorry For The Way-
-I AM-
-NeVeR MeAnT To Be-
-So Cold-

Stylez arrogantly struts to the ring, stopping to blow smoke in the face of a few fans sitting front row. Stylez then puts his cigarette out, and slides in the ring on his stomach. He then shoots up and immediately begins talking trash to the fans, who are letting him have it. Stylez walks up to Kyle Steel and playfully slaps him over the head a few times, before walking over to the turnbuckle and laying across it pretending to fall asleep. Doc Henry takes this opportunity to run over and begin laying haymakers onto his head, so the bell rings.

Zach Davis: Doc not waiting for the bell! He takes advantage of Johnny Stylez' cockiness and begins bringing down the hammer with forearm smashes!

Johnny Stylez is still hung up on the turnbuckles from laying there, and now his body slips down but his legs get caught, Doc aids this by setting him up in the Tree of Woe. Johnny tries to fight back quickly by swinging his arms wildly towards Doc, who backs up and sends a boot to the jaw of Stylez, knocking him back down. He then begins to work Johnny's ribs with hook shots, as Johnny lets out yelps of pain. Doc seems to be relentlessly working on him, sending kicks to the chest and even back elbows to the sternum.

Shannan Lerch: Oh Johnny, when will you learn not to trust a dirty fighter like Doc!

Zach Davis: Dirty? Doc just took advantage of a situation! Johnny Stylez is the one who is widely known as a dirty wrestler.

Henry backtracks away from Johnny, still stuck in the Woe, and throws his arms up to the crowd who return his gesture with a huge pop. He walks to the corner opposite Stylez, and begins rushing towards him. Doc goes for a dropkick to Johnny's head, but at the last second Stylez manages to lift his torso up like a crunch, making Doc slide underneath and right into the ring post. Doc curls up in pain grabbing at his crotch.

Zach Davis: OUCH! I don't think that move has “The Cock Seal of Approval!”

Johnny, sitting up, manages to untangle his legs from the turnbuckles, and then drops back down onto the head of Doc with an elbow. Johnny rolls backwards out of it and hops to his feet, giving a couple stomps to the back of Henry. He then helps Doc up grabbing him by his head, and begins to slam him into the top turnbuckle – One, Two, Three, Four, FIVE times! Styles lets go of Doc and he begins to stumble back, at which point Johnny charges at him and lands a swinging neck breaker. He rolls on top of Doc and pulls up the leg.

One! Two! Th-No!

Doc gets the shoulder up, and Johnny proceeds to send a quick elbow right to his jaw. Stylez stands back up and stomps Doc a couple more times. He then backs into the ropes and runs forward, jumping over Doc's body, bouncing off the other ropes, and crashing down with a quick leg drop. He then gets on top of Doc's back and pulls his face off the mat by the back of his head.

Shannan Lerch: Bitch slaps! Get em Johnny!

Zach Davis: Johnny is just slapping the hell out of Doc right now, who is scrambling to get Johnny off of him!

Finally Doc manages to buck Johnny off of him, and Doc looks furious. He gets right up chest to chest with Stylez.

Zach Davis: Doc bitchslaps Johnny! Johnny comes back with one of his own! Furious slaps back and forth!

They continue exchanging hard slaps until Doc balls up his fist and lands a haymaker, Johnny strikes back with one of his own. The two begin exchanging punches until Doc grabs Johnny's fist and lands a second haymaker, then a third. Johnny goes falling back into the ropes and Doc charges at him with a clothesline, sending him over the top and out onto the mat. Stylez quickly tries to jump to his feet, and before he can become aware of what's going on Doc lands on top of him with a slingshot body splash. They both go to the ground and Doc is up first. As Johnny tries to rise to his feet he gets hit with a double axehandle smash, Doc sending him back to the ground. Doc picks him up and throws him face first into the ringpost. The ref's count is up to six, so Doc picks Johnny up and slides him into the ring. Doc then climbs the steps and begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Doc is up top, ready to take Johnny for a ride!

Shannan Lerch: So nevermind these two Zach, I've been waiting and wondering for you to tell me about that special card of yours, silly.

Zach Davis: Huh?! What card?

Shannan Lerch: You knoooow... The card you won on One Fly Game Show?

Zach Davis: Oh god no, you didn't actually see that did you?!

Shannan Lerch: mmmHmmm... So when you gonna cash in baby? When you gonna slip that winner into the ballot box hunny?

Shannan begins to run her fingers down Zach's chest.

Zach Davis: HELL NO. I'm Out!

Zach takes off his headset and ditches the seat, he dives over the guardrail and goes running through the crowd.

Shannan Lerch: Hehe.. that worked, I thought I would never get him to shut up.

Just as Shannan speaks, Doc launches off the top and lands a frog splash onto Johnny Stylez! He goes for the pin.

Referee Teddy Warbux: One.. Two.. THRE-- Kickout!

Doc goes right back to work on Stylez, dropping an elbow on Johnny. He lifts Johnny back up and locks him up for a suplex. Before he can lift Johnny puts a leg out blocking Doc's ability to lift him. Doc responds with a punch to Johnny's side and tries once again, but Johnny gets his foot out in time to prevent the lift. Doc once again lands a hard right to the ribs of Johnny, and this time lifts him up and has Stylez in the air for a vertical suplex. Johnny however manages to twist in the air and slip out of the suplex, landing right behind Doc. He grabs Doc and puts him into a sleeper hold. Doc scrambles, swinging his arms around and trying to get a hold of Stylez, which only helps the hold lock in deeper. Eventually Doc stops squirming and drops to his knees, he is losing oxygen and starting to go to sleep. The referee Teddy Warbux lifts Doc's arm up once, and it drops. He lifts it up a second time, and it drops. He lifts it up a third time, and it stays, as the crowd pops!

Shannan Lerch: No no! Doc's hand stays up!

Doc can't seem to get leverage to get up, so the veteran pulls a crafty move and gauges Stylez in the eye with his thumb. Stylez lets go of the hold and reaches to grab his eye, yelling in pain. As he removes his hand to check his eyesight Doc comes rushing in with a spinning heel kick, knocking him to the ground. Doc gets up first, though looking a bit dizzy and winded, and kneels waiting for Stylez to get up. Stylez slowly makes it back to his feet and Doc runs and launches him back into the mat with a spear. Doc covers.

Referee Teddy Warbux: ONE! TWO! Kickout!

Doc slams his hand on the mat in frustration, and he begins to pick Stylez back up to his feet. He grabs Stylez from behind going for a German suplex, but Stylez counters with a back kick to the groin.

Shannan Lerch: Just what the Doc ordered! Perfect execution by Stylez!

Stylez gets back to his feet and yells, throwing his hands up as the crowd rains in boos for the dirty maneuver, which has Doc on his knees grabbing his family jewels in pain. Stylez looks to take quick advantage of the situation and runs into the ropes, coming back and landing a Shining Wizard.

Shannan Lerch: G.I.G.!! Stylez nails Doc with a knee right in the face! Now Stylez is looking to end this from the top rope!

Johnny begins climbing the nearest turnbuckle and gets onto the top rope, he gives a pose for the crowd to boos. Doc is up, though, and he runs and jumps onto the turnbuckle!

Shannan Lerch: What athleticism!

Doc Superplexes Stylez down! The crowd pops as Doc lifts Stylez up....

Zach Davis: JACKPOT! He's got him in the Jackpot!

After several moments, Stylez is forced to tap out!

Shannan Lerch: Doc Henry picks up the victory here tonight!

Henry releases the move as his music hits and the ref raises his arm.

Zach Davis: Welp, another victory for the multi-time, multi-belt Champion.

Cut.

Genesis Segment

We cut backstage to the locker room area where an angry Steve Orbit paces back and forth in front of FPV who is seated on the bench in the Genesis locker room. The two men share an awkward silence for a few moments during Orbit's pacing before 'The Mack' finally breaks it.

Steve Orbit: Is this what we fuckin' have left? Out of everythin' since October and this is what we got?

FPV: Dude, I know how you feel, alright? But you can't be losing it...not now.

Steve Orbit: Naw man, again I left messages and she fuckin' knew this was important. That we needed to set some shit straight after Explosion and look. Where she at homie?

The locker room door is pushed open as Sarah Twilight steps inside. Orbit turns around immediately and holds nothing back.

Steve Orbit: Well look who finally decided to show up.

Sarah shoots him a slight glare, taking exception to the cold greeting.

Sarah Twilight: I'm here, aren't I?

Steve Orbit: Barely.

FPV: Alright, relax. She's here dude. Let's get down to business, ok?

Frank stands, trying to ease the tension that has already started to build in the room.

FPV: We can't be looking at past shit. We just need to get things together and fuck all the bullshit.

Steve Orbit: I hear that, homie. But how you gonna say forget past shit? I gotta go out there and still defend my belts with Waylon. That ain't past shit, that's right in my mother fuckin' face.

FPV nods and is about to respond when Sarah adds in her own take on things.

Sarah Twilight: Look, if that's what this is about, I'm sure you and Waylon will come out strong like always. I have other things to worry about right now and--

Orbit doesn't let her finish whatever it is she was going to say. The look on his face says it all as he vehemently expresses what he thinks about her comments.

Steve Orbit: Did you hear what the fuck she just said? Me and Waylon will do come out strong? She don't even have a fuckin' clue Frank. Not a fuckin' clue.

Sarah Twilight: What the fuck is your problem, Steve?

She retorts quickly and seems to be agitated by the exchange in her own right. Orbit folds his arms over his chest and has no trouble explaining what his problem is.

Steve Orbit: My problem is you. Are you fuckin' blind, or do you just not care that Waylon turned his fuckin' back on me? How could you not know that shit?

Sarah narrows her eyes and responds with a hint of malice in her voice as well.

Sarah Twilight: You know, I have a bunch of shit going on in my own life right now. I can't be watching every step the rest of you take.

Orbit is looking furious by this point. FPV steps in to again, try and ssettle things down.

FPV: Dude. We don't need to be having this shit.

Orbit ignores him and his eyes are deadlocked with Sarah's.

Steve Orbit: Naw homie. This shit needs to happen.

Orbit continues to stare at Sarah as he expresses the concerns he has right now with her demeanor.

Steve Orbit: You can't be bothered huh? You was fuckin' interested enough when we had to team after One, right? You was all worried about my career back then. But that's right, only when it worked out for you. You ain't never seem to be around when we need you, but we always been there to back yo ass up. Frank helped you get a mother fuckin' rematch with Eric, and you can't be bothered to know some shit like the fact that Waylon quit on us? That shit just ain't right.

FPV: Yo, enough of this shit. Steve, dude...you know how much shit Sarah's had on her plate. That's part of why we're all here. We need to get shit back together, not be separating.

Steve Orbit: Homie, I'm all for that shit, but I tell you right now somethin' ain't right with her.

Sarah is going to respond herself, however Frank is still trying to hold everything together and does not have the same train of thought towards Sarah. He continues to work at settling Steve down.

FPV: Look man, we get it. What Waylon did was fucked up. But you are taking it out on the wrong people. Sarah has had just as much of a fucked up month as you have. You're right, her head ain't where it should be. That's why we need to fix this shit dude. Genesis needs to make a fucking statement and we ain't doing that by arguing.

Steve Orbit: I guess you right. We can try to work this shit out.

Orbit looks back to Sarah, who now has her arms folded as well. She looks at both men with a scowl as she shakes her head.

Sarah Twilight: Don't bother.

Before either of them can say anything, she turns and storms out from the room, slamming the door behind her. Orbit looks at FPV with a reaffirmation of his previous theory.

Steve Orbit: Like I said....shit ain't right with her.

FPV: Give her some time, dude. She has to clear her head. Then she'll be back in the game like normal.

Steve Orbit: I hope you right.

The two men continue to talk as we cut back to ringside.

Trey Reed/Beholder Segment

Cut to backstage in the locker room area, where The Beholder has just finished gearing up for his match tonight, the crowd letting off a cheer. He dons the red biohazard symbol across his stomach area, and is lacing up his boots. There seems to be a calmness about him, a focus, as he finishes knotting the strings together. The loud noise of his locker slamming shut right behind his head causes him to suddenly look up, and see Trey Reed standing above him. The crowd begins to pop at the image. Trey stands with his hair spiked forward and up, wearing his gear and a t-shirt that says “Respect Your Elders” but the t-shirt also seems to be hemmed with a pair of jeans, zipper included. It looks really weird, like a mini-skirt on the end of his t-shirt.

Beholder: What are you doing here.. What are you wearing?

'lah' Trey Reed: Hey bruh! Sup? Oh these? They are part of my new line of fashion-forward clothing, they're called Shirt-Pants! They hide the naked shame of shirts.

Beholder: You really have smoked yourself retarded.

'lah' Trey Reed: Uh, no? It's the hottest trend in Europe right now, I'm like selling tons of em brah!

Beholder: Nevermind what do you want?

'lah' Trey Reed: Just here to say congratulations on your last match bro, and to show you a little respect for it. I want to shake your hand dog, and say good luck to you tonight!

Beholder looks intensely into Trey's eyes as Trey extends his hand forward, right in front of Beholder. He looks weary to trust his opponent, but goes ahead and reaches in, squeezing tightly on Trey's hand while standing up and getting face-to-face with him.

'lah' Trey Reed: Whoa bro, not.. so.. tight..

Beholder: I should be the one wishing luck for you.

Beholder lets go of his tight hand grip, making Trey immediately grab his hand and begin shaking it to let the blood rush back to it. Beholder turns his gaze from Trey and begins to walk out of the locker room, ready for his entrance to start. Trey watches Beholder walking away the entire time, holding his breath for several seconds after Beholder has disappeared out of view.

'lah' Trey Reed: Phew.. Thought he would never leave!

Trey opens the thought-to-be-slammed-shut locker of the Beholder, and grabs the credit card he set in the side of the lock to make sure it didn't lock on him. He then grabs Beholder's bag and begins to search through it, throwing out his clothing.

'lah' Trey Reed: Eureka!

Trey pulls a prescription bottle out and holds it up high, the crowd giving off cheers and laughs as Trey stares at it in its magnificent glory. He struggles for a minute to open the child proof safety lock on top, and then begins to pour the bottle down his mouth just as the Beholder walks back in with his head down.

Beholder: *Muttering to himself* Can't believe I forgot my elbow pads..

The Beholder looks up and sees Trey is going to town on his medicine.

Beholder: Two-timing bastard!

Beholder quickly runs forward and tackles Trey before he can get any more pills swallowed down his gullet, and then begins pounding fists into Reed's face.

Trey: I am.. so.. many.. colors..

Beholder: I'LL KILL YOU!

Beholder lifts up the drug-induced Reed and Irish whips him into a set of the steel lockers, then quickly follows up with a HARD superkick that knocks the entire set of lockers completely over. He isn't done as he gets back on top of Trey and sticks his head inside of one of the lockers, and then repeatedly SLAMS it shut right on his skull!

Zach Davis: By gawd, he's gonna kill him!

Shannan Lerch: Nooo not his sexy face!

Officials come rushing into the locker room and it takes three of them to pull Beholder off of Trey, who still seems to be in a rage. Suddenly he realizes his medicine that he needs to take, and rushes to the floor to scoop all the spilt pills back into the bottle. Once he gets them in, huffing and puffing in his rage, he begins charging at Trey again. This time it takes four officials to grab him again and escort him out of the room. A couple paramedics come rushing in to check on Trey, who is rushing blood from the side of his head, completely knocked out. The scene cuts back to the arena where Kyle Steel stands in the middle of the ring in shock, with his eyes wide open. He turns to look at Zach and Shannan, shrugging his shoulders, having no clue what to do.

Zach Davis: Well, that was completely unexpected.. Uhm...

Shannan Lerch: Poor Reedy.. I need to go visit him and stroke his hair while holding his head in my bussoms.

Zach Davis: No Shannan, I think the guy has suffered enough tonight.. Well sorry folks, it looks like there is no way this match is going to happen tonight. It also looks like there is NO WAY anyone should EVER mess with Beholder's pills. Wow. Let's go to commercial break.

Cut.

Sarah Twilight Segment

We cut to the backstage area again as Sarah Twilight makes her way down one of the many hallways throughout the arena. She is still visibly annoyed at the exchange with fellow Genesis members earlier on. As she moves along the corridor, something up ahead catches her eye. Though it does not catch the cameras whatsoever. A young girl, perhaps ten or twelve years of age is facing the concrete wall at the end of the hallway in the corner. The little girl can be heard crying to herself as Sarah approaches. The redhead kneels down as she gets close to the girl and tries to offer some help. On camera, Sarah is knelt down in the corner alone.

Sarah Twilight: Hey there. How'd you wind up back here? Are you lost? Where are your parents at?

The girl stops crying almost instantly. She does not yet turn to look at Sarah, but she begins to speak very loud and clearly.

Little Girl: They're right you know? You don't care about anyone but yourself. That's why you left me. That's why you let it happen.

Sarah is both startled and confused by the girls' words. The youngster finally turns to face Sarah and the look upon Sarah's face is as if she'd seen a ghost. Her face goes completely pale and there is a raspy trembling to her voice as she looks at the young girl's face.

Sarah Twilight: R...Rachel?

Sarah stares at her younger sister exactly as she had looked when they were both children. The young version of Rachel stares at Sarah with disdain and contempt. Sarah falls backwards from her knelt position, unable to handle what she is seeing.

Young Rachel: You left me to have a better life for yourself. You never cared about me, only yourself. You let mommy and daddy do this! You let them! It's your fault, just like it was with Eric!

Suddenly, before Sarah's eyes...this image of Rachel seems to transform. Her face swollen and bruised. Her lips cut open and almost her entire face was black, blue and purple. It was exactly as Sarah had seen her back at the hospital all those years ago. Sarah is freaking out as she sees this. She stands up, shaking her head.

Sarah Twilight: No. I did everything I could. I tried to get you out sooner. You have to believe me!

Young Rachel: It's your fault! All your fault!

Sarah cannot handle any more of this and she turns to get away from what she is seeing, only to turn around and bump...literally into Hank Brown who had been walking backstage looking to get a few words from people before their matches. Hank looks at Sarah, completely puzzled.

Hank Brown: Are you ok?

Sarah responds quickly and rudely to the interviewer. She tries to keep him from seeing her young sister behind her.

Sarah Twilight: I'm fine, Hank. What do you want?

Hank peeks around behind Sarah to look at the corner of the wall which is plain as ever, his eyes perked up a bit. He asks a question of his own.

Hank Brown: Then who were you just talking to?

Sarah does not want to admit to just having had a conversation with her sister who hasn't been twelve for a great many years. So instead, she tries a coy approach.

Sarah Twilight: No one...it's just a young fan who must've gotten lost and wound up back here somehow. I am helping her find her way back.

Hank again peeks behind Sarah, who shuffles herself to try and prevent him from doing so. Hank nods, looking at Sarah very curiously.

Hank Brown: I see. But, Sarah....there isn't anyone there.

Sarah sighs as she steps out of the way to reveal....well the wall and nothing else. No Rachel, no little girl...no one. Sarah now looks on with confusion.

Sarah Twilight: No, she was right here! Right fucking here!

Hank Brown: Sarah, I don't mean any offense...but maybe you need some rest...or a vacation or something?

Hank and the cameras make their way back down the corridor from where they came. Hank glances back at Sarah, shaking his head. Sarah stands there silently for a long moment before running her hands over her face once again. She sighs.

Sarah Twilight: Get a fucking hold of yourself, Sarah.

She comments to herself. Not understanding why this was all happening to her. We cut back to ringside.

Zach Davis: I...don't know what to make of that.

Shannan Lerch: She's completely bonkers! I think a vacation is exactly what she needs.

Zach Davis: Cute. You'd love that so she doesn't have her rematch with Eric Price.

Shannan Lerch: She is not in a stable mental condition. It is for her safety and the safety of the wrestlers she is competing against!

Zach Davis: What are you, Benjamin Atreyu now?

Shannan Lerch: Ass. Whatever, let's move on.

Television Title Match
Magnus vs Skyler Striker

We come back from commercial just in time to hear the beginning of the USSR Anthem start to play.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship. Coming out first, the challenger. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty-seven pounds, from Moscow, Russia....."The Siberian Lion" Magnus!

The USSR flag proudly waves the screen WCF video as an octet of singers take the stage, four men and four women on the number of microphones, as the music starts, and they sing the Russian national anthem, as Magnus comes out from the back, proudly waving the flag of Russia, the crowd almost drowning him even louder chorus of boos and "Russia Sucks" chants. Magnus unfazed 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.

“With our hands held high we're screaming..."

The crowd screams 'whoa-oh whoa-oh oh' and in doing so introduces Skyler Striker.

Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Perth, Australia, he is the WCF Television Champion....Skyler Striker!

Striker makes his way to the ring in his usual fashion, focused and determined. Once inside, he stands in the center of the ring and bows his head, his arms outstretched and fists clenched. He then opens his palms to the audience, causing white pyro to explode from the ring posts. Striker throws his effects out of the ring and prepares for the match.

Zach Davis: This should be a very interesting match-up to watch Shannan. Magnus has the height advantage of almost seven inches and with it the longer arms, but both men are around the same weight. They also both use a lot of strikes in their offense.

Shannan Lerch: Indeed. The key difference in this match is going to be Striker's use of his aerial attacks and his quickness to try and counter the technical expertise of Magnus. The last place the champion is going to want to be is on the mat where Magnus can get hold of a leg or arm.

Zach Davis: With that let's get to the action.

Referee Tom Jones holds up the TV Title for everyone to see before handing it off to a ringside official and signaling for the bell.

{DING! DING! DING!]

Magnus and Striker immediately lock up in the center of the ring, with the technical savvy Russian taking the early advantage, taking Striker's arm and twisting it behind his back in a hammerlock. Striker trying to fight out of it but Magnus has the arm twisted tightly and he torques it. Magnus now driving Striker forward, chest first into the corner. With his arm behind his back, Striker is being pushed chest first into the top turnbuckle by Magnus as the referee starts up a five count.

Shannan Lerch: It's almost as if Magnus is trying to push Striker's body through the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Well if Magnus pushes any harder we might see just that.

The referee's count reaches four and Magnus finally lets go to avoid a disqualification. Magnus stepping back, his arms raised as the referee gives him a warning to follow instructions. Magnus responds by holding up his hand and reminding the referee that he has until five, not four. Striker now pushing himself out of the corner, a nice red mark on his chest from the turnbuckle. Striker turns around and Magnus catches him with a big chop right to the mark. Striker grabs his chest but Magnus rips his arms down and delivers a second chop that drops Striker to the mat.

Zach Davis: And that spot on Striker's chest might as well be a bulls-eye for Magnus.

With Striker on the mat Magnus measures him up and goes to drop an elbow to the chest but Striker rolls out of the way at the last second. Magnus' elbow connects with the mat and he howls out in pain. Striker back up to his feet and as he holds his chest he delivers a stomp to Magnus' arm. Striker with a few more stomps to the back and arm before Magnus' rolls out of the ring. Striker starts to go after him but the referee gets in his way and tells him to stay in the ring.

Shannan Lerch: And how quickly this match has pulled a one-eighty. Magnus looked to have the hot start but then Striker turned it on him just like that.

Magnus now slapping the apron in frustration as he looks into the ring at Striker. The referee starts a ten count as Striker is begging Magnus to get back in the ring. Magnus seems content with taking his time as he waits until the referee reaches seven before pulling himself up onto the apron. Striker starts to go after him but the referee quits counting and holds back Striker as Magnus yells for him to get back. The referee doing his best to Striker at bay as Magnus makes his way through the ropes. The referee starts to back off Striker when Magnus runs straight at him and hits Striker in the face with a forearm over the referee. The crowd boos the cheap shot as the referee is screaming at Magnus for it.

Zach Davis: Totally uncalled for and the crowd knows it. Magnus seizing the opportune moment when Striker was being restrained by the referee, unable really to see it coming.

Magnus waves off the referee and grabs Striker, pulling him in close as it looks like he's trying for a suplex. Magnus lifts him up and now showing off the strength as he keeps Striker in the air.

Shannan Lerch: Oh my, look at those muscles working.

Zach Davis: Calm down Shannan, we can't afford to keep having your chair cleaned after every show.

Magnus still with Striker up in the air but Striker delivers a knee to the head from out of nowhere. Magnus tries to shake it off but Striker with a second knee and Magnus drops him. Striker somehow lands on his feet as Magnus grabs at his head. Striker now running to the ropes and he comes flying back with a low dropkick to the back of Magnus' legs. Magnus dropping down to his knees and Striker quickly snaps off an enzuigiri.

Shannan Lerch: What an impact!

Striker quickly getting on Magnus for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

And Magnus kicks out at two. Striker not fit to let Magnus recover as he stomps down on the back of Magnus and then heads over to the corner. Striker climbing up onto the top turnbuckle as he measures up Magnus. Magnus back up to his feet and Striker jumps off the top turnbuckle looking for a crossbody but Magnus catches him! Magnus catching Striker off the top rope and then delivering a backbreaker.

Zach Davis: The strength of this Russian is just incredible.

Magnus keeping hold of Striker as he delivers a second backbreaker before dumping him onto the mat. Striker holding onto his back as Magnus backs up onto the ropes, bounces off of them and comes back, dropping an elbow onto Striker. Magnus looking confident as he tries for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

And Striker kicks out at two as Magnus looks displeased. He shows the referee three fingers and says that the match is over. The referee tells him that it was only a two count and Magnus gets angry. Magnus back up to his feet and he's screaming that it was a three count.

Zach Davis: Your new boyfriend is losing it in the ring Shannan. That was clearly a two count but he's so sure of himself that he can't comprehend how Striker kicked out at two.

The referee is backing away from Magnus, pointing to the WCF logo on his chest as he reminds Magnus he can't touch him. Magnus waves him off and turns his attention back to Striker, who has made it to his feet but is doubled over. Magnus pulling Striker in and looks to be going for a gutwrench suplex. Striker however hooks his leg around Magnus' leg and blocks it. Striker now with elbows to Magnus' side and gets some space between the two. Striker now with some quick kicks to the legs, trying to cut down the big man. It works as Magnus drops down to one knee. Striker running and hitting the ropes before coming back looking to hit a hurricanrana. He hits it and Magnus goes tumbling toward the ropes. Striker now going after Magnus to try for a pin attempt but Magnus wisely pushes himself under the ropes and out of the ring. The referee does what he can to keep Striker at bay as Magnus tries to recover outside of the ring, but Striker is having none of it. As Magnus gets to his feet, Striker hits the ropes, runs across the ring and leaps over the top rope with a crossbody. He connects and Magnus is driven to the ground.

Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD! That was just insane!

The crowd is just loving it as we see replays of Striker flying out of the ring and connecting with the crossbody. The referee has no choice but to start the ten count as both men are still laid out on the ground, both in obvious pain from the collision.

Zach Davis: Striker went high risk trying to win this match but it may have backfired as he isn't able to capitalize right away.

Shannan Lerch: You might be right Zach. This might all come down to who can get back up first.

Both men begin working to their feet, Striker is up first. He pulls Magnus in...

Zach Davis: WELCOME TO OBLIVION!

Striker hits it! He falls on top of Magnus, hooking his leg for the pin.

One..

Two..

Three!

Shannan Lerch: Striker retains!

The bell sounds and the fans begin to cheer. The ref hands him the Television Title as he struggles to his feet after a hard fought battle.

Ana Valentine vs Benjamin Atreyu

Shannan Lerch: Tonight, we see Ana Valentine face off against Benjamin Atreyu once again!

Zach Davis: Things are getting pretty personal between these two...

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada.... accompanied by Buzzsaw Bundy... Ana Valentine!

Do You Wanna Touch?! by Joan Jett blasts through the speakers as Ana Valentine steps out onto the stage, she blows kisses to the crowd and bends forward as pink pyros shoot off behind her. She makes her way down the ramp, chatting casually with Buzzsaw Bundy whilst blowing kisses to the fans. Bundy walks up the steel steps and holds the middle rope up for Ana, who slips between the bottom and middle ropes. The pair stand to the side of the ring, talking quietly, Ana nodding her head as she talks.

Zach Davis: As promised, Ana is bringing a little extra muscle with her tonight in the form of boyfriend Buzzsaw Bundy, the pair seem on better terms this week at least...

Shannan Lerch: The only good thing about having to sit through another run of the 'Ana Valentine Show' is the visual delight that is her arm candy, Buzzsaw Bundy!

Zach Davis: There's around 3,000 people here who wholeheartedly disagree with you there... I for one, have no complaints in regard to being in the presence of the beautiful Miss Valentine!

Shannan Lerch: Put it away Zach! Besides... she's not so pretty after last week, huh?!

“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness" Benjamin Atreyu!

He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. He walks to the center of the ring, raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner.

Shannan Lerch: And here's the man responsible for that facial reconstruction....

Zach Davis: Atreyu picked up the win last week - but I have a feeling this is about more than a pinfall for these two this week.

The match official asks Bundy to exit the ring and he does so quickly. Standing close to the apron his eyes do not waiver from the figure of Ana Valentine. Atreyu and Valentine square off and Atreyu runs two fingers across the bridge of his nose to mimmick stitches, then laughs in her face, proud of the lasting damage he has left. Ana half nods and returns a smile, before slapping him, open palmed across the cheek, hard. The sound of the slap reverberates in the arena. The crowd pops, errupting into a chorus of cheers. As the ref waves his hand quickly, getting the bell rung.

Zach Davis: Damn! Ana is pissed!

Shannan Lerch: She's gonna pay for that....

The two go toe to toe, trading blows. Atreyu gains the upward momentum and swings Ana into the ropes, nailing a clothes line as she bounces back. Valentine jumps back up quickly, sweeping Atreyu's leg, she lands a knee to the face as he falls. Atreyu jumps back up and he and Valentine continue to trade blows. Atreyu nails a hard elbow to the chin of Ana, she returns the shot with a swift and powerful left hook to his temple. Atreyu shakes it off and locks in belly to belly with Ana, he flips her easily and she crashes into the mat. Her body bounces slightly on impact and she throws her arms around her ribs, rolling to her stomach she pushes up, almost standing, but gets caught in a swinging neckbreaker from Atreyu.

Shannan Lerch: Neither one of them is pulling any punches tonight..

Zach Davis: This is an absolute slaughter!! How is Valentine still going?!

Atreyu stands over Ana, a twisted smile on his lips. He raises his boot and stomps down hard directly on Ana's ribs. She screams in pain, attempting to roll over onto her stomach to protect her more vunerable areas, she pushes off with an elbow. Atreyu shakes his head with a laugh and waggles his finger, with a laugh. With a quick flip of his foot he turns Ana over onto her back and stamps down even harder onto her ribs, several times in a quick succession. As Ana's screams of pain pierce the tense arena air, Bundy jumps up onto the apron and the ref turns to confront him, yelling at him to back away from the ring. The crowd are going wild, screaming at Ana to get back on her feet. Atreyu bends down on one knee next to Ana, grabs her by the hair and pulls her face to his, asking her something with a smile.

Zach Davis: Atreyu just said to Ana - have you had enough yet? - this is one sick individual ladies and gentlemen.... Someone has to stop this, surely?!

Shannan Lerch: Who says a man can't enjoy what he does?! After all... Valentine is the one breaking the rules, with Bundy up on the apron...

Atreyu looks up and sees the ref is still distracted by Bundy. He laughs, a little and shrugs, signalling he's in no rush. Ana capitalizes on his cockiness, using up the last shred of adrenaline she has left, every ounce of her being to reach out and grab Atreyu by the ankles and pulls, slamming him face first into the mat.

Shannan Lerch: Woah! I really didn't think Valentine had anything left to give!

Zach Davis: Some people never say die Shannan....

Atreyu is taken off guard by tthe move and slams face first into the mat - Bundy jumps back odd the apron and the ref issues a final warning to him, before returning back to the match. Ana has crawled to the ropes and pulls herself into a standing position, gritting her teeth as she pulls Atreyu up, slamming him back into the mat with a belly to back suplex.

Zach Davis: Wow! She pulled that out of nowhere!

Shannan Lerch: This is the match that keeps on giving!!

Ana Valentine yells, this time the pain pushing through her veins like a form of adrenaline, as they both stand, she swings Atreyu into the ropes and he reverses it half-way through. As they both hit the ropes, Bundy makes to grab Atreyu's ankles (or so it seems) but misses and catches Ana's by mistake! Unable to stop his force mid-move, he inadvertantly slams Ana face down into the mat.

Zach Davis: What the hell is Bundy doing?!

Shannan Lerch: Ooops! Now that's why cheaters never prosper....

The pressure of the fall proves to be too much for the paper stitches, they burst open and once again, Ana is dazed and bloody.

Zach Davis: Uh Oh! This didn't end well for Valentine last time....

Atreyu laughs and shoots Bundy a thumbs up, shouting some words of thanks over the ropes to him. Bundy switches between anger and concern as he argues with Atreyu across the ropes. Ana is slowly pushing herself up from the canvas, blood dripping from her nose as she faulters at the pain in her ribs. Meanwhile, the ref is shouting at Atreyu, to get back to the match. Atreyu and Bundy continue to trade insults, Atreyu inviting Bundy to step into the ring, the crowd going wild.

Zach Davis: What's going on?! Atreyu should be moving in for the pin!

Shannan Lerch: Well... I guess even men aren't immune to the attraction of the Lumberjack....?

Bundy continues to hurl insults and Atreyu returns them. Bundy waves a hand in a mocking fashion, daring Atreyu to come outside the ring and face him... carefully biding Ana some time. Thanks to the distraction, she's able to roll Atreyu up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Atreyu breaks out of it. Angrily, realizing what was going on, Atreyu gets to his feet, as does Ana. He kicks her and hits his Requiem in D Minor!

Zach Davis: THERE IT IS!

Atreyu quickly pins Ana, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Shannan Lerch: And there it is! Benjamin Atreyu picks up the victory.

Zach Davis: And he's one step closer to winning the Trilogy Cup Tournament, if he can do that again at Aftermath!

The bell sounds as Atreyu gets to his feet and Buzzsaw checks on Valentine.

Champion vs Champion Match
Non-Title
Jay Price vs Vengeance

Sethcretary randomly shows up on the jumbotron.

Seth Lerch: This match.... IS CANCELLED! Suck it, Price. Pantheon, don't forget what I said at Explosion. I'm biding my time, planning things out.. but soon, soon. I'm getting my company back.

And the jumbotron fades to black.

Jonny Fly vs FPV vs Oblivion

The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.

Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.

The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and Genesis T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like the circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.

FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fistbumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed WCF Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing...

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lazers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. As the music continues....

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp.

Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out, with the lovely Vixens skipping behind The Monster. The gathering are already scattered throughout the crowd. There are some scattered screams throughout the crowd. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Burning all the gold that held me inside my shell
Waiting for you to pull me back in
I almost had the world in my sight
Lost love, bright eyes fading
Faster than stars falling
How can I tell you that I've failed
Tell you I failed...
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Leaving you behind with my lonesome song

NOW I'M LOST IN OBLIVION!!!

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera, before thrusting out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Vixens continue to skip around the ring, as The Gathering slowly comes down to the ring, through the crowd. Strobe lights continue to flash. Lightning strike the corners corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. Shannan looks down and sees Zach hiding under the commentary table.

The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

The lights flicker, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. the Gathering and The Vixens are kneeling down, with their torsos against the mat, with their arms extended outward, towards Oblivion. Helf the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The gathering and The vixens slowly leave the ring, as the music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Zach Davis: Best entrance in wrestling, that's for damn sure.

However, Jonny Fly is not impressed. Before Oblivion can really get his wits about him, Fly runs at him and hits him with several clubbing blows to his head!

Shannan Lerch: The match is on!

Oblivion gets up his hands up to block Fly's shots, but Fly presses him against the ropes and irish whips him. As he comes back, Fly hits a Back Bodydrop, sending Oblivion flying out of the ring. This gives FPV the chance to grapple Fly from behind. Fly elbows him several times before breaking free of it. As FPV stumbles away Fly goes to Spear him down, but FPV sidesteps it and Fly is sent shoulderfirst into the turnbuckle! FPV again grabs him from behind and executes a Half Nelson Slam!

Zach Davis: Beautifully executed!

FPV then hits his classic fist drop.

Shannan Lerch: I Herd U Liek Fist Drops!

Oblivion enters the ring now, and as FPV turns around to face him, FPV is met with a Lariat! Oblivion then starts stomping on both he and Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: The monster known as Oblivion back in control after being blindsided by Fly earlier.

Oblivion picks FPV up and tosses him out of the ring. He then picks Fly up and grabs him by the throat.

Shannan Lerch: Not looking good for Fly here-

Fly kicks Oblivion, breaking out of it. Fly then goes for a Discus Lariat but Oblivion ducks it, grabs him by the throat again and hits a Two Handed Chokebomb into pin!

One!

Two!

No!, Fly kicks out!

Zach Davis: VERY few individuals in WCF are able to say they've pinned Jonny Fly, and if either Oblivion or FPV are able to do it tonight, that'd be huge for them.

Oblivion gets up and stomps on Fly several times before picking him up and shoving him into a corner. Oblivion then backs up and measures him... then runs and hits a Corner Splash!

Shannan Lerch: No! Fly moves out of the way!

Oblivion hits the corner and stumbles backwards; Fly grabs his head and drops him with a Neckbreaker. He then runs to the ropes, Springboards.... Moonsault into pin!

One!

Two!

No! FPV is back in the ring to break it up!

Zach Davis: Saved by the FPV!

FPV backs up as Oblivion and Fly work their way up to their feet.... they both turn around to face him at once, he runs and hits his patented Clothesline!

Shannan Lerch: DOUBLE FUS ROH DUH!

All three men go spilling over the top and to the outside! FPV manages to land on his feet and fist pumps as the crowd around him chants FPV! FPV! FPV!

Zach Davis: Frank has the momentum, but you can't win on the outside. He's gotta make sure to translate this momentum into a winning strategy.

Frank lifts Fly up and gives him a stiff forearm to the head before executing a Snap Suplex, right onto the fallen body of Oblivion. FPV then picks Fly up and slides him back into the ring. He then pulls him into the middle of the ring and begins locking in his STS.

Shannan Lerch: Can we say this? He's going for the F Your Everything!

Fly fights out of it before FPV can get it locked in, however. Both get to their feet..

Zach Davis: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

FPV snaps off a surprise Superkick!, but no! Fly ducks it!, then lifts FPV up and drops him with a Death Valley Driver! Fly quickly drops down and pins Frank.

ONE!

TWO!

NO! FPV kicks out!

Shannan Lerch: CLOSE!, but no cigar!

Oblivion gets back into the ring, running at Fly. Right before impact, Fly grabs the top rope and drops down; this sends Oblivion once again flying over the top and to the outside. Fly quickly capitalizes by getting to the top, looking down at FPV...

Zach Davis: FLY SWATTER!

Fly hits it! He quickly covers FPV.

One!

Two!

Three!

Shannan Lerch: And there you have it!, our fearless leader picks up yet another victory.

Fly's music hits as the bell sounds.

Zach Davis: I suppose being the CEO of the company hasn't taken away any of his in ring prowess!

Tag Team Titles Match
John Gable/Morientes vs Steve Orbit/Waylon Cash

Zach Davis: And now it's time for our Tag Team Titles match!

Shannan Lerch: How are Orbit and Cash going to get along? Time will tell.

"All For The Glory" by KISS plays as the crowd pops loudly. The lights flicker for a moment, before the arena is plunged into darkness. The fans cheer even louder as they eagerly anticipate the arrival of Rebellion. The screen starts a clock countdown, as the crowd chants along with it.

3!

2!!

1!!!

Pyrotechnics ignite on the stage as the first verse of the song is belted. The lights come back on, and the fans are on their feet roaring WILDLY as the team of John Gable and Morientes appear from the back. Accompanied by Gable's manager Humphrey Craig, the two men make their way to the ring as the cheering crowd tries to touch them, Morientes slapping hands with some members of the audience while Gable ignores them outright. As they enter the ring, Morientes jumps onto a turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, as Gable remains in the centre of the ring to face the audience. The two members of Rebellion raise their left hand in the air simultaneously as their music fades out.

Kyle Steel: Now, approaching the ring, accompanied by their manager Humphrey Craig, at a combined total of four hundred and forty-three pounds, representing Rebellion... the team of John Gable and Morientes!

"Flashlight" by Parlaiment Funkadellic 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 and eventually converge into one big pink spotlight as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the aisle. 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 whatever pimp attire he is wearing that night, whether its a mink coat, designer suit, etc and always hands his gold chains and his hat to a ring hand. His in-ring attire consists of black spandex shorts with "Pimpin" on the back in pink, and pink boots. He has a body that resembles a model more than a wrestler, he is perfectly chiseled and cut, but he is not huge and muscular like some wrestlers. He continues to flirt with the girls in the crowd as he enters the ring, showing off his body and blowing kisses. The crowd goes bananas when he hits the ring, as OR-BIT chants are heard all over the arena.

"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 fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.

Zach Davis: Well, Cash hasn't assaulted Orbit yet, and Orbit hasn't assaulted him, so we're off to a good start.

Shannan Lerch: They ARE the Tag Team Champions and Cash doesn't want to lose his Championship status.

Orbit is already in the ring so Cash stands on the apron; Gable starts the match for his team. The two tie up but after each man jockeying for the advantage, they come to a stalemate. The crowd begins to chant OR-BIT, OR-BIT. Gable ignores it as Orbit claps, getting into the groove, and the two tie up again. This time Orbit gets the advantage and forces Gable into a neutral corner. The ref calls for a clean break, and Orbit obliges. They tie up again and Orbit puts Gable into a headlock. Gable is able to push Orbit off, however, sending him into the ropes. As Orbit comes back Gable drops him with a Shoulder Block. Orbit gets back up and Gable kicks him in the gut before delivering a Snap DDT!

Zach Davis: One of the most dangerous moves in wrestling!

Gable pins Orbit.

One.

Two.

No!, Orbit kicks out.

Shannan Lerch: Even though this match just started, a vicious DDT like that can end it in a second.

Gable stomps at Orbit repeatedly before tagging in Morientes. Gable then slingshots Orbit into an elbow by Morientes, who then hits him with an elbow drop onto Orbit's neck!

Zach Davis: Oof! Good teamwork by Morientes and Gable, believe it or not.

Morientes goes for another pin on The Mack.

One.

Two.

No!, Cash actually breaks it up by kicking Morientes square in the head. He then gives Orbit a kick too, for good measure, yelling at him to stop messing around and get the advantage.

Shannan Lerch: Oh come on... was that neccessary?

Zach Davis: Of course not. This new Waylon Cash.. ugh, I hate to see this.

Morientes gets up as Orbit is getting to his feet as well; they begin to trade blows. Orbit does gain the upper hand and hits Morientes with a big elbow smash. He then begins hitting a series of low kicks to Morientes' knees and thigh area; he follows this up by perfectly executed Dropkick! Morientes drops and gets to his feet, dazed. Orbit whips him to the corner and then begins lifting him up.

Shannan Lerch: Orbit is going high risk!

Orbit climbs up with Morientes.... and hits a Superplex! Cameras snap all around the arena as the two men fly through the air. After the impact, Orbit quickly goes for the pin.

One.

Two.

No!, Gable breaks it up!

Zach Davis: If Cash had been there to stop Gable from interfering this match could be over!

Cash yells at Orbit from the apron for not seeing Gable coming. Annoyed, Orbit walks over to him and slaps him on the chest, tagging him in. The two look like they're about to come to blows before Morientes Dropkicks Orbit from behind, sending him flying over the top rope and out of the ring. He then grabs Cash and throws him into the ring.

Shannan Lerch: The fans' reactions are going to change now.. they're going to be firmly on the side of Morientes, I'd say.

Indeed, they've begun to chant "MOR-I-EN-TES" already. Cash gets up and is met with a European Uppercut from Morientes, sending him reeling into the turnbuckle. Morientes runs at him but Cash sidesteps him, kicks him in the stomach and hits a Snap Suplex! He then gets up and stomps away at Morientes which gets booing from the crowd. Outside the ring, Savage claps for him.

Zach Davis: Why he ever let Savage turn him around like this... geez. I just don't understand it.

Cash then puts Morientes into a Dragon Sleeper. Once again the crowd boos.

Shannan Lerch: Well, I hate to say it, and they can boo all they want... but like him or not, Cash IS in control here.

MOR-I-EN-TES chants again flood the arena, urging Morientes to get out of it. Morientes' arm shows movement, and after several moments he's able to get to his feet. Cash keeps the Dragon Sleeper locked in, up until Morientes is able to kick him in the head. Morientes then transitions into a Suplex position and hits Cash with a Vertical Suplex! Cash hits the mat hard, stumbles up, and then gets hit with a Fireman's Carry Gutbuster from The Bull!

Zach Davis: Yeah! I know I should probably be impartial but get him, Morientes!

Morientes turns to tag in Gable, but as he does Cash rolls away and tags in Orbit.

Shannan Lerch: Figures. Once the going gets tough, Cash gets Orbit back into the match.

Orbit and Gable both enter the ring and run at each other. Orbit ducks a Clothesline attempt from Gable, hits the ropes and comes back, and drops Gable with a Clothesline of his own. Gable gets back up and Orbit runs at him, dropping him with a Codebreaker!

Zach Davis: Beautifully executed!, this just could be it!

Orbit pins Gable, hooking the leg.

One!

Two!

No!, Morientes breaks it up.

Shannan Lerch: This is going to be tough for the Homegrown Players if Cash isn't willing to help Orbit out with pins.

Zach Davis: One, I don't think we can call them the Homegrown Players anymore, Shannan. And two, I think Cash expects Orbit to be able to win the match without help... but you're right, it's definitely handicapping them.

Gable picks Orbit up and hits him with his Some Like It Hot!-

Shannan Lerch: Oh no!

-While Morientes hits the Spanishsault!

Zach Davis: Some Like It Spanish! We've got new Tag Team Champions!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Orbit gets his foot on the ropes!

Shannan Lerch: Whoa! I thought that was it!

Zach Davis: Watch it, Shannan, you're stealing someone else's catchphrase.

Shannan Lerch: Oh come on, one guy can't own the word "whoa"... can he?

Zach Davis: It IS his last name, after all.

Gable heads to the apron, making Morientes the de facto legal man. Morientes pulls Orbit into the middle of the ring... AND LOCKS IN THE BULL'S CHOKE!

Shannan Lerch: This is it! This is it! Morientes has him!

This time, Cash enters the ring. Gable does as well, running at him to cut off the interference, but Cash uses his own momentum to throw him out of the ring. He then looks down at Orbit, stuck in the hold, but doesn't break it up. Instead, he taunts him, asking him if he's going to give up.

Zach Davis: COME ON, WAYLON! What's the point of this!?

Waylon grins at Orbit for several more moments as Orbit yells out in pain before FINALLY kicking Morientes, right before it looked like Orbit may have reached his breaking point. Cash then drags Orbit over to his corner, gets onto the apron, then tags himself back in.

Shannan Lerch: Some day he'll get what's coming to him. Time will tell if that'll be today.

Cash runs at Morientes and takes him down with a chop block right before he could tag in Gable. Cash then decks Gable before grabbing Morientes again and hitting an Alabama Slam!

Zach Davis: PEACH STREET SLAM! Ugh, Cash may've just won it.

Cash drops and pins Morientes, hooking the leg.

One...

Two...

NO! MORIENTES KICKS OUT!

Shannan Lerch: PHEW. That was close.

The fans cheer as Cash sits up, looking angry. He turns to the ref and yells that that was three, but the ref, of course, keeps saying no, it was two. After several moments of arguing Morientes is able to roll Cash up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

No!, Cash gets out of it!

Zach Davis: Cash's cocky new attitude almost lost him the match right there!

Both Morientes and Cash are to their feet. Morientes hits him with a Russian Legsweep, and then Morientes goes up top, leaping off with a Spanishsault onto Cash!

Zach Davis: Morientes with the pin--

1..

2..

Shannan Lerch: Orbit breaks up the pin, kicking Morientes in the head!

Morientes rolls around holding his head. Waylon dives, tagging in Orbit--

Zach Davis: Orbit enters the ring-- WAIT!

Waylon grabs Orbit, setting him up and hitting an Alabama Slam!

Shannan Lerch: Waylon with the Peach Street Slam to Orbit! No surprise here, we've been waiting for this.

Morientes has made his way back to the top turnbuckle--

Zach Davis: ANOTHER SPANISHSAULT! Onto Orbit this time!

Shannan Lerch: Waylon Cash just gave this win to Rebellion!

Zach Davis: WAIT! Here comes Corey Black!

Mori pins Orbit.

1..

Zach Davis: Gable is going crazy on the apron, pointing to Corey Black--

2..

Shannan Lerch: The ref is busy holding back John Gable! COREY BLACK BREAKS UP THE PIN!

As the ref finally turns around, Corey slides out of the ring. Struggling to regain control of the match, the ref turns his attention to Mori and Orbit.

Zach Davis: Both of these men are laid out. Morientes is to his feet--

Mori approaches Orbit, but Orbit rolls him up in a small package!

1..

2..

THREE

DING DING DING

"Flashlight" by Parliament Funkadelic plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: ORBIT AND CASH RETAIN!

Shannan Lerch: What the hell is going on?!

Gable and Morientes are beside themselves. Meanwhile, Black catches Waylon from behind--

Zach Davis: Corey Black throws Waylon into the ringpost head first!

Orbit slowly gets back to his feet. Corey grabs Waylon from behind and holds him, giving Orbit the opportunity to get a shot in.

Shannan Lerch: Orbit looks like he's not interested.

Orbit shakes his head, saying he's not gonna fight Waylon like that--

Zach Davis: After all this, Steve Orbit still refuses to fight Waylon-- wait, here comes Fly!

Indeed, Jonny Fly (in Corey Black's body) runs towards the ring. As Orbit turns around, Fly spears him into the guardrail. Waylon uses the distraction to slip out of Corey's grasp, hitting him with a knee to the gut. Corey stumbles away, and Fly tells Waylon to hang back. Fly scolds Corey Black.

Shannan Lerch: This is crazy.

Zach Davis: Fly is pissed that Corey came out here to help Orbit!

Waylon turns his attention to Orbit. He grabs Orbit and whips him into the ring apron, before hitting him with a high knee to the head. Orbit drops to the floor at ringside. Fly and Corey are still yelling at each other--

Zach Davis: Fly pushes Black! Black pushes back!

Shannan Lerch: Jonny Fly kicks Corey Black in the gut! Waylon spins him around and...

Zach Davis: KILLSHOT! Killshot to Corey Black!

Fly grabs Waylon's arm and raises it in the air. Fly kicks Corey while he's down. The scene ends with Fly and Waylon standing tall over Black and Orbit.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

As we come back from commercial, Gable and Morientes are in the ring after the shenanigans with Fly, Orbit, Waylon, and Black. The fans are cheering for them.

Shannan Lerch: Well, they gave it all they had and only lost after interference from that asshole Corey Black. This certainly wasn't their last shot at the belts. IF they keep teaming up, that is.

Gravedigger and Davey Ortega come running out from the back, down the ramp and they slide into the ring.

Zach Davis: What are THEY doing here!?

Gable barely even has a chance to turn around as Davey charges across the ring and nails him with a Setting Sun. Morientes has more time and runs at Gravedigger, attempting to Clothesline him. Digger just barely ducks it. He spins around as does Morientes but the veteran Gravedigger is already leaping forward and catches Morientes with a vicious Grave Marker!

Shannan Lerch: OMG! He almost took Morientes’ head off with that clothesline!!

Davey and Gravedigger don’t even give them a second to breathe as they both stomp away repeatedly at Morientes and Gable. The crowd pops as the remaining members of Rebellion run out from the back and down the ramp. Gravedigger and Davey Ortega wisely bail out of the ring and hop the guardrail into the crowd. Digger and Davey laugh as they walk up through the booing crowd. The members of Rebellion tend to their fallen teammates while keeping an eye out to make sure Gravedigger and Ortega don’t return.

Zach Davis: What the hell was that for!? Gravedigger and Ortega should be worrying about the main event!

Shannan Lerch: Between Genesis and Rebellion... they've made A LOT of enemies.

HE'S BACK...

Zach Davis: From what I understand someone has requested some promo time in the ring and I haven't any idea about who it is.

Shannan Lerch: That's weird. Suppose we'll find out!

The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the crowd rises to their feet as the following words are heard echoing through the arena.

"The age of the old vision has passed away
The birth of a new way
This is confrontation"

Fans cheer loudly as "No End In Sight" by Killswitch Engage is blaring through the sound system. The introduction for the song keeps building until that magical moment...

"NO END IN SIGHT!"

Pyro explodes as the lights come back on in the arena. Standing before them is that old familiar face with a slight smirk.

Shannan Lerch: Well then!

Zach Davis: I was expecting the other one.

Brad Kane stands on the stage telling people to get up to their feet if they aren't already. Feeling the pounding music he begins to walk to the ring slapping the hands of all the fans who have their hands over the barricade. Brad continues to walk around ringside showing more love for the fans who made him into a world traveled wrestler before hopping up to the ring apron. He jumps up over the top rope and leaps up to the second turnbuckle closest to him. Brad throws his arms into the air before jumping off and backing into said corner as he has a microphone handed to him. Brad raises the microphone to his mouth but the overwhelming response from the crowd causes him to lower it for a few moments until it dies away.

Brad Kane: Ladies and gentlemen... Brad Kane is home where he belongs.

A huge ovation from the crowd. Brad keeps smiling as he looks out into the sea of people that fill the arena tonight.

Brad Kane: I've been trying to fill the wrestling void in my life for a while now. My neck is completely healed up and there isn't any signs of anything being worse for wear. I consider myself a lucky man to be able to get back into the business that I love so much. I've been away from WCF for far too long as part of this roster... as part of its active wrestling roster!

More cheers from the crowd while there are some boos from the long standing Brad Kane haters. Brad paces around the ring before coming to a standstill.

Brad Kane: Wrestling Championship Federation is my home, the place that made me into a superstar around the world over. I've tried so many other places and I've found myself failing because this... this is where my heart is. WCF is where I want to for the rest of my career. The last time I wrestled in this ring was at One and it was a bad night for myself. WCF One was pretty bad in general and that was for one simple reason...

The crowd hangs on his words thinking he's going to start trashing Roy Speede to keep up the status quo. Brad takes a seat in the middle of the ring before looking back up.

Brad Kane: WCF lost the man I signed my first contract for to wrestle in a major promotion. While I don't really like the guy WCF isn't right to me unless Seth Lerch is in charge of things.

Oh everyone hates that. Boos begin to reign down from the ceiling as Brad doesn't look phased at all.

Brad Kane: Like it or not eventually Pantheon will screw this company up more then he ever could. I look at it like this... devil you know over the devil that you don't. We all know that Seth is a giant idiot, common fact, but with Fly and his boys running things who is to say everything is going to keep being all fine? I don't trust any of those men in Pantheon. I don't trust anyone in WCF for that matter. Suppose its safe to say I'm a lone wolf. I've been all over the world and with this current crop of talent here in this company all they have is my past.

Brad stands back up as the crowd is mixed at the moment. He glares out at them while continuing on.

Brad Kane: Like it or not I will continue what my son started only I don't care about Genesis. I want Pantheon gone from this company. Love it or hate it I will make it happen. None of those men deserve to be in the professional wrestling more so when they have Corey Black and Jay Price within' their ranks! So, gentlemen, come at me because I'm not a hard guy to find.

He hands the microphone back off to the ringside worker and hops out of the ring heading towards the back as the crowd doesn't know what to really make of this. The camera cuts back to ringside where Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch are a bit confused too.

Zach Davis: Does Brad Kane dislike Pantheon that much to where he'd be willing to help your brother somehow regain control of this company?

Shannan Lerch: Well Seth always did let him around when he did something stupid so its loyalty, I think. Loyal to the man who really let him become a star.

Zach Davis: I suppose so. Just never figured Brad Kane for those words...

Sarah Twilight/Prophecy vs Eric Price/Davey Ortega/Gravedigger

Zach Davis: Folks, up next...I can't tell you how excited I am for this next match. After everything that Eric Price, Gravedigger and Davey Ortega have done to Sarah Twilight, finally the odds are even. Sarah has been looking for revenge since Explosion and tonight, she is joined by fellow Genesis members, the Prophecy...who have had their share of issue with Eric Price and company as well.

Shannan Lerch: Sarah Twilight out for revenge? More like she's lost her damn mind. She is unstable and allowing her to compete is just a bad call. She should be barred from competition tonight...and for the rest of the month pending a mental and emotional evaluation.

Zach Davis: You can try any which way to spin this. But you, Eric or anyone else can't weasel out of this one. Eric Price got a lesson in humility last week and I believe that is going to continue here tonight.

Shannan Lerch: Except that Eric isn't competing...just like he said he wouldn't.

Zach Davis: If I were Pantheon, I'd strip him of the World Championship for pulling a stunt like that.

Shannan Lerch: And what, give it to Sarah Twilight? Please!

Zach Davis: Honestly, yes. She should be champion right now and would make a hell of a better one than Eric Price!

Shannan Lerch: You are so bias for her!

Zach Davis: And you're not bias for Eric Price?

Shannan Lerch: Whatever...Kyle Steel is standing by.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our Main Event!

Huge pop from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first...

''Sympathy for the Devil'' by the Rolling Stones fills the arena as the boos follow.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from Atlantic City, New Jersey...weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds....he is DAVEY ORTEGA!!!

Davey Ortega emerges from the back with a smile on his face. he slowly walks down the ramp, slowly raising his arms up as more boos come, which fuels his smile. He uses the stairs to get on the apron, casually getting into the ring. The boos continue and chants begin.

Crowd: SCREWJOB! SCREWJOB! SCREWJOB! SCREWJOB! SCREWJOB!

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner....

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ.

Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona...weighing in a two hundred and fifty eight pounds...he is 'The Epitome of Hardcore'....GRAVEDIGGER!!!

The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Adrian walks over to the side of the ring, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron with one of the ropes and then climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.

Gravedigger steps through the top and middle rope and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the middle pad and holds his arms high over his head as the crowd rains boos down upon him.

Kyle Steel: And their tag team partner....

The crowd is booing like CRAZY before the introduction even starts. They grow even louder as 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell hits. Gold lights start flashing around the arena as the music starts.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Pacific Palisades, California and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds...he is the WCF World Heavyweight Champion....ERIC PRICE!!!

The boos continue to grow but...there is no Eric. He doesn't make his way out through the curtain and the music eventually dies down. The crowd continuing to boo and many of them chanting.

Crowd: COWARD! COWARD! COWARD! COWARD! COWARD!

Shannan Lerch: I told you, Eric just isn't up for this tonight and has taken the night off.

Zach Davis: This is bullshit! Eric Price can't just decide to compete whenever he chooses and not when he doesn't feel like it.

Shannan Lerch: Of course he can, he's the World Champion.

Zach Davis: Yeah "some" champion....

Kyle Steel shrugs and just moves along.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents....

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.

Kyle Steel: First...at a total combined weight of four hundred and ninety seven pounds....representing Genesis...they are TEK and the WCF People's Champion STEELTOE JOE...THE PROPHECY!!!

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. 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, holding the People's Championship. The crowd cheers LOUDLY.

Kyle Steel: And their tag team partner....

The crowd EXPLODES with cheers before the announcement is even made. The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to cheer MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred and forty two pounds, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play...however, Sarah never appears on the stage. Everyone looks around and is as confused as Kyle Steel was by now after having made two introductions for people who haven't shown up.

Shannan Lerch: Oh what the hell is this now? Twilight thinks she can just take off when she wants to?

Zach Davis: Oh but it was fine for Eric Price?

Shannan Lerch: That's different, he deserves it.

Zach Davis: Uh...No. Just no.

Finally after the commotion among the crowd, the video screen lights up. The capacity crowd cheers like MAD as they see Sarah Twilight walking backstage at a quickened pace. The cameras follow her as she comes to the dressing room of the World Champion, Eric Price. And she KICKS the door open with authority.

Sarah Twilight: Come on you piece of shit. I know you're still here!

She enters the room to find it empty. She quickly and furiously exits the room and continues on down the hall looking for Eric. The crowd is ROARING at the turn of events and we cut back to ringside.

Zach Davis: That answers that question. Sarah Twilight in pursuit of Eric Price who decided not to "grace" us with his presence for this contest.

Shannan Lerch: Someone should call security! She shouldn't be allowed to carry out her vigilante crap back there!

Zach Davis: Eric Price should be out here for this match! He isn't going to get away with it, not tonight!

Shannan Lerch: Ugh, you and your whining. Whatever. Anyhow, looks like we have ourselves a regular tag match. Gravedigger and Ortega should have no problem making short work of the Prophecy.

Zach Davis: I beg to differ, anyhow. Let's take it back to the ring where Emily Westbrook is ready to start this match.

In the ring, Ortega and Gravedigger are discussing things in their corner as STJ and Tek work out who will begin the match on their end. Ortega opts to start things out as does Tek who takes a few steps forward. However, before Westbrook can even call for the bell, STJ CLOBBERS Tek from behind causing him to stumble forward towards Ortega who BLASTS him with THE SETTING SUN! The crowd is about to RIOT as they boo louder than they have all night.

Zach Davis: What the hell? WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?

Shannan Lerch: I...I have no idea.

Gravedigger enters the ring with a sinister grin on his face. The members of MS-13 at his side also enter the ring like a pack of wolves. They start beating on Tek mercilessly. STJ seems to be enjoying the display and watches on with a smile. The crowd is losing it as the savage beatdown continues. Ortega and Adrian haul Tek to his feet, almost dragging him up and they shove him into a waiting STJ who drops his...now former partner with THE BAPTISM!! Even though it was obvious from the get-go that STJ had just betrayed Tek, by now it was completely fact. The crowd is disgusted and display their displeasure for the People's Champion.

Zach Davis: This is disgusting! Why would Joe do something like this? Tek has been his best friend forever....this is reprehensible!

Shannan Lerch: I think Joe has just finally woken up to reality. Eric Price can take him places. Tek...is just baggage. Genesis is just baggage.

Suddenly 'You Know My Name' by Chris Cornell hits and this time, Eric Price shows his face as he walks out onto the stage with the World Title draped over his shoulder and a microphone in his other hand. The crowd BOOS like crazy as Eric finally arrives.

Eric Price: I told you people, I told all of you that I would never be disrespected again! I rule the WCF...not Sarah Twilight, and not Genesis.

The boos grow even LOUDER.

Eric Price: Oh you people can boo all that you'd like. It doesn't change the fact that there is a lesson being learned here tonight. An example is being made...

Eric slowly starts down the ramp as the beatdown on Tek continues. Gravedigger stomping a mudhole into Tek and enjoying every moment of it. Eric watches on as he continues to address both the crowd, and the WCF locker room.

Eric Price: I have asked politely for the respect that I have earned. I have even demanded it of those with less integrity than myself. This has fallen on deaf ears, so tonight...I am TAKING my respect! If I have to beat it into someone like Tek...or Sarah Twilight, that is what I will do!

Eric grins as he casually strides down the ramp taking his time.

Eric Price: Speaking of Miss Twilight. Such a shame that she could not partake in the festivities of welcoming Steeltoe Joe to the family. I believe she is on a wild goose chase looking for me in the parking lot. However, I will--

Eric doesn't get to continue. The crowd ROARS like mad as Sarah Twilight rushes out from the back and WALLOPS Eric in the back of the head, knocking him down face first onto the steel entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: Finally! Eric ran his mouth and he is getting his once again!

Shannan Lerch: Who the hell does Twilight think she is? Putting her hands on the World Champion again!

Sarah grabs two handfuls of Eric's hair and she SLAMS his face repeatedly into the entrance ramp. The crowd is going CRAZY cheering her on. Eric's face is filled with agony as it is BASHED against the steel. Ortega and Gravedigger rush from the ring to Eric's aid. Ortega reaches him first.

Shannan Lerch: Now what are you gonna do? Huh?

Zach Davis: She is going to fight, fight hard and fight with purpose like she always does!

Shannan Lerch: As much as you, and these fans think she is Superwoman...she just isn't going to fight off everyone out here. Nope, not gonna happen.

Ortega grabs Sarah by the back of her head, but, she was ready for him...or just that pissed off. She sends an elbow into his gut that backs him off and before he knows what is going on, he is whipped HARD into the barricade. Sarah follows up with Ortega as she had with Eric, by bashing his face into the barricade. The crowd continues to cheer her on. This is short lived however as she is HAMMERED in the back with a massive forearm shot from Gravedigger.

Zach Davis: It's always the numbers game with these guys. This is sickening!

Shannan Lerch: It's reality. I told you, Sarah Twilight is not a one woman army and she isn't going to 'somehow triumph'....get used to it.

Sarah abandons her beatdown on Ortega as she is hit from behind. Gravedigger wastes no time as he spins her around and hauls her up onto his shoulders. The crowd is booing like mad as he PLANTS her down into the entrance ramp with the DEATH DRIVER! The crowd is very vocal with their thought about this situation.

Crowd: THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!

Sarah writhes in pain as she is sent crashing into the steel. Gravedigger and a very disoriented and pissed off Davey Ortega grab hold of her arms and begin dragging her to the ring as Eric Price tries to collect himself. He is obviously quite pissed off as well. There is another eruption from the crowd as FPV and Steve Orbit rush out from the back. But any hope that they would save the day is soon put to rest as Adrian heads up the ramp with a folding chair. Almost on queue, a number of MS-13 members come from the back, and from the sides of the stage, surrounding Frank and Orbit, denying their attempted aid and forcing them to the back, much like Genesis had denied them the week prior.

Zach Davis: I am sick of seeing this week in and week out! Eric Price surrounds himself with a bunch of ...thugs because he can't do it by himself. I can't stand it anymore!

Shannan Lerch: Eric Price is SMART, that's why he surrounds himself with people of value. This is something that you, Genesis and Sarah Twilight should learn and accept.

Sarah is rolled into the ring by Gravedigger and Ortega. Eric follows slightly behind...still feeling the effects of the beating he'd just received. Eric is completely pissed and he demands that Sarah be brought to her feet. Gravedigger and Ortega haul her up, restraining her.

Eric Price: You bitch! You rotten lousy bitch! I am going to enjoy this.

Eric grasps hold of the World Title and stares at Sarah with hatred in his eyes. He is ready to blast her in the face with it. However, Steeltoe Joe, who had continued the vicious beating on Tek as the rest of the group had gone to deal with Sarah....places a hand on Eric's shoulder.

Steeltoe Joe: Allow me.

Eric pauses, looking at Joe. Price is still completely pissed off, but he manages to calm himself thinking about the idea. He nods his head.

Eric Price: Yes. Yes this will be perfect.

Eric steps aside and allows Joe to take the moment. The crowd is BOOING INSANELY as Joe picks up the People's Championship...he takes it firmly in his hands and he BLASTS Sarah in the skull with it! Gravedigger and Ortega release her just as Joe nails her with the belt. She is knocked to the canvas and the crowd is consuming the arena with the volume of their boos.

Zach Davis: DAMN IT! DAMN IT JOE! DAMN IT ALL!

Shannan Lerch: Looks like the 'people' aren't on the Twilight bandwagon any more!

Zach Davis: What the HELL are you yapping about? They are DISGUSTED! And they should be. Joe has just sold his soul to the devil himself! This is absolutely disgusting.

Shannan Lerch: I just figure since Joe is the People's Champion...he represents the people....and it looks like the people don't want to back Twilight anymore.

Zach Davis: How...you....UGH you are so deluded it isn't even funny. You are drinking that Eric Price kool aid like it's going out of style. What this means...is Joe doesn't represent the people anymore!

Shannan Lerch: If you say so.

Back in the ring...it is clear that the group isn't finished. STJ unceremoniously kicks Tek under the bottom rope and out from the ring as Gravedigger and Ortega haul Sarah to her feet once again. Eric Price still wants his due and he paces back and forth in front of a very dazed and beaten down Sarah Twilight. Eric looks at his World Title again and grins, laying it down on the canvas.

Eric Price: I want you to know something, Sarah. This is as close as you will EVER come to MY World Championship!

Without Warning, Digger and Ortega shove Sarah forward into Price, who locks her up for the REVERSAL OF FORTUNE and he DRIVES her head right into the World Championship. This brings even MORE boos from the crowd. Sarah is laid out on the canvas as Eric collects the World Title. He, Gravedigger, Davey Ortega and Steeltoe Joe exit the ring triumphantly as the crowd begins throwing garbage at them. The men hold their hands high regardless and celebrate their 'victory' of having left Sarah beaten down once again.

Zach Davis: I cannot wait until Aftermath. Eric Price has gotten away with this crap for far too long! Sarah will have her rematch...on her terms...whatever they may be. This ends at Aftermath!

Shannan Lerch: I don't know why you are so excited for that. Sarah is only going to wind up choking again....like she always does. It will be no different than Explosion. Deal with it.

Zach Davis: I have to believe that this will be different. Sarah isn't going to let the same crap that cost her at Explosion happen again. Eric Price continues to go too far and he has to suffer the consequences!

Shannan Lerch: Twilight can't get it done. That's a fact. She is the one who will have to suffer the consequences of her failure.

Zach Davis: We'll see, Shannan. We'll see.

Eric and company make their way up the ramp. The World Champion holds his title high to another chorus of boos as he turns to look back at the ring and once more admire his handiwork. Though to his complete shock and dismay...Sarah, although wobbly and struggling, is managing to pull herself up with the ropes, despite the vicious beating she'd just received. Eric's jaw drops and he starts flipping out again as he screams and yells, pointing.

Eric Price: HOW? HOW DOES THIS HAPPEN?

Sarah finally gets herself back to her feet, using the ropes to keep her balance as she was obviously very dazed and out of it. She stares up the ramp at the group and the crowd ERUPTS in cheers for her as she defiantly stands there, refusing to lie down for Eric Price or anyone else. Eric is losing his mind on the stage as Digger, Joe and Ortega try to calm him down.

Zach Davis: That's right Eric. She wouldn't stay down at Explosion, she won't stay down now and this is what you have to deal with! Get ready asshole, your time is just about up!

Shannan Lerch: I think she's NUTS! Only a mental case is capable of what she has been doing. But it doesn't matter. Eric has and will continue to outsmart her. Get ready for some more heartache you crazy bitch!

Sarah continues to stare a hole through Eric and his posse as we fade out.

Table of Contents

Rebellion Segment

Slam Intro

Oblivion Segment

Justin Turner vs Blizzard vs Tori Notorious

Eric Price Segment

Cheetah Fighter vs Voodoo

Waylon Cash/Jonny Fly Segment

Adam Young vs The Disease

Steve Orbit/Corey Black Segment

Doc Henry vs Johnny Stylez

Genesis Segment

Trey Reed vs The Beholder

Sarah Twilight Segment

Television Title Match: Magnus vs Skyler Striker

Ana Valentine vs Benjamin Atreyu

Champion vs Champion/Non-Title: Jay Price vs Vengeance

Jonny Fly vs FPV vs Oblivion

Tag Team Titles Match: John Gable/Morientes vs Steve Orbit/Waylon Cash

HE'S BACK...

Sarah Twilight/Prophecy vs Eric Price/Davey Ortega/Gravedigger

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Trey Reed
Match:
Gable/Morientes vs Orbit/Cash
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Eric Price
Hardcore:
Vengeance
Television:
Skyler Striker
United States:
Jay Price
Peoples:
Steeltoe Joe
Internet:
Vengeance
Tag Team:
Steve Orbit/Waylon Cash