We see Hank Brown parking his sedan in the parking lot. As he walks into the backstage hallways, his jaw drops.
Hank Brown: What the hell...?
All the walls are filled with realistic cheetah drawings, markings that look like black spots and graffiti art that are cheetah themed. As Hank walked along the hallways, he even noticed the locker rooms are full of cheetah as well.
Hank Brown: Wait a minute...
He ran to the arena and to his shock, the ring was cheetah themed as well. Turnbuckles, mats, aprons and canvases. Even the announcer's table is full of cheetah. Barricades full of black spots.
Hank Brown: Holy shit. The show starts in 10 minutes!
Panicking, he walked off like as if nothing was there. The show was going to be cheetah themed.
The camera displayed the front of the et Campagnie arena then zoomed out to a stand with a sign that read “CHEAP CHEAP REBELLION MERCH - Better Prices than WCF!” John Gable stood behind the stand holding up a shirt and hat yelling to the people passing by.
John Gable: Get your Rebellion gear right here. Ten bucks for shirts and hats. Better than those corporate sell outs inside. Little childrens’ jobs depend on you buying this stuff…so…don’t be a bitch!
The rest of Rebellion enters the frame with Morientes out in front. He raises an eye brow to the unusual sight.
Morientes: John, what the hell are you doing?
John made an attempt to ignore Morientes, continuing to yell out to the crowd. Morientes steps into John’s eye sight with each evasion.
John Gable: Can you beat it, pal? You’re scaring the customers away with your…you-ness.
Morientes: I don't know about the rest, but I have NEVER agreed to lend my image to your... side business. What's wrong with you? Just because you won the TV Title you think you are the kingpin of network television? Face it Gable, you are a wrestler, not an entrepreneur! Get your priorities in line and wake the hell up culo! No wonder Gravedigger and Ortega couldn't take you seriously when you are behaving like such an imbecile.
John Gable: You guys wanted to get out of the mid-card. This is how you do it. Pro-wrestling is hardly ever about the actual matches. You guys have been reaching for the wrong brass ring. You have to get your name out there, you out sell them and hold on to the titles you are given. Isn’t that right, Vengeance?
Vengeance steps forward to confront Gable but Morientes stuck out his arm to stop him.
Morientes: Forget it Vengeance, he's not worth your time. I told you at the very start that I didn't like him in Rebellion, and look what he has degenerated into. Putting cash before camaraderie, a snake in the grass if I have ever seen one. If he wants to continue putting his other aspirations before the greater good, this entire tag team thing might soon be over.
The Spaniard steps forward, tilting his head to the side, almost as if he's analyzing Gable.
Morientes: Vergonzoso. And if you are really doing all this, where's all the money for the merchandise John? When are you going to show us the... 'profits'?
John Gable: Hey hey hey hey hey…hey...Gotta spend money to make money. I am not quite in the black yet and there are the middle men that have to be paid and there is still the loan I had to take out, not to mention the money for the stand, don’t even get me started on the chair I had to buy. The steel one was hurting my back so I had to find one with a cushion and there is just some things you want to put the money into…
Morientes: ...urgh. You're obviously not listening bobo. Whatever, I give up. Just show up for the Trios Cup match tonight, capiche? Don't screw either Ninja or my chances to win.
Morientes walked out of frame and the others members followed. As soon as they left, sirens could be heard in the distance.
John Gable: Oh shit, it’s the popo!
Gable grabs as much of his merchandise had he can and rushes into the arena, the camera following close behind him. He runs down the hall and to the locker room where he seats himself on a bench, and no sooner does he let out a sigh of relief, than his cell phone rings. He jumps in the air a bit, before reaching into his pocket, and pulling out the device.
John Gable: Hello?... I haven't made my decision yet... I know it's what's best for the group... Look! I will let you know.
Gable hangs up, and jams the phone back into his pocket, before dropping his gaze to the floor. He stays that way for a few minutes, and when he looks up again, Scott Savage is leaning against the wall with a knowing smirk on his face.
Scott Savage: It's funny... It seems the rallying cry of the parasite is universal. When they can't get what they need on their own, they run to the true creators, and demand that they share. 'It's what's best for everyone!' they shout. 'You need to think about the community!' When in reality, we know the truth. The truth is that sharing your gift, your blood, your sweat, your tears with those people is the worst thing you could do.
Gable lets out a grunt, trying to acknowledge the infamous manager as little as possible.
Scott Savage: They say it's best for everyone, but it's not, is it? It is certainly what's best for them, but what about you? Wouldn't it be best for YOU to use YOUR talents to advance as far as you can? I know from experience, you can't do that with talentless, shiftless dead weight hanging around your neck. An eagle cannot soar to his highest heights with weights on his talons.
Gable looks up into Scott's eyes, and let's a smirk cross his lips. Scott returns it, knowing he's hit his mark, and continues on.
Scott Savage: There are few of us, John, who are TRULY great. There are a lot who are good. Talented, able to make money, and that's all well and good. However, there are precious few of us who choose to be greater, who have the ability to fly far above our peers. Every time one of us begins to rise, the rest of the crowd demands we slow down, so they can catch up, so they can reap the benefits of our work. And why should they? They have neither the talent, nor the inclination to be like us, so why should they get to thrive, as we deserve to? The answers is they shouldn't.
Scott reaches into his breast pocket, and removes a white business card. He sets it on the bench next to Gable.
Scott Savage: My number is on there. I don't have to tell you when to call. You have already made your decision. I look forward to hearing from you.
Gable hesitates for a moment, but grabs the card, before rising from the bench. He turns, as if he has something to say, but thinks better of it, and walks away. Scott leans against the wall behind him with a smirk, and begins texting on his phone. After a few moments, Brad Kane steps into the shot, as the crowd in the arena cheers. Scott glances over at him with a look of annoyance, before putting his phone away. Murder is obvious in Brad's eyes, but Scott plays it cool.
Scott Savage: Is there something I can do for you? Perhaps you are seeking representation?
Brad Kane: Representation...? Representation from a snake like you? Ah, that's a good one Savage. What you can do for me, though, is get your ass in that ring and get what you got coming to you for what you did to Christopher. He didn't deserve that sort of attack, he's just a kid!
Scott chuckles, before turning to face the man directly.
Scott Savage: One would think, if he really was a kid, he would have a responsible father that would tell him that professional wrestling is an incredibly dangerous career, especially on a body that has yet to fully develop. However, all he had was you, so he got hurt. I scarcely see how that can be blamed on me.
Brad Kane: I've been around this business for a long time and I know when someone it taking liberties with a rookie. What you did was one of the most dickless, cowardly bullshit...
Scott Savage: I might choose my words a little more carefully if I were you. It is a dangerous thing, to
Brad Kane: The devil? I've been face to face with the devil and spat in his face so why don't you drop this little bullshit act.
Scott drops his gaze, and takes a deep breath, before looking up with a far more serious tone.
Scott Savage: You know nothing of the infernal. You haven't the spine to walk through hell, as I have more times than I can count, but fine, we'll cut the bullshit, as you so eloquently put it. I did what I did for a few reasons. First, I did it to teach your son a very important lesson. If you bite the hand that feeds you, you will starve. Second, I did it to punish you.
Brad lets out an angry laugh, and glares at Scott with a gaze of indignation.
Brad Kane: You wanted to punish me all you had to do was call me out and I would've been here with bells to get in that ring. So tell me, how is trying to destroy Chris my punishment?
Scott Savage: For being the kind of father who puts your child in a situation like the one you put him in! He isn't hurt because of me, he's hurt because of you, and now you won't even take responsibility.
Brad Kane: How does that even make any sense. In wrestling there is a moral code between everyone. A code that tells us when something is right and wrong when you're in there with a kid like that. You spat into the face of professional wrestling. There is no responsibility to take when a young man wants to be treated like an adult. I treated him as such. As far as you're concerned, Savage, your rhetoric is nothing but grade A bullshit. What the hell kind of monster does something like that?
Scott Savage: The kind of monster who sees the world for what it really is! A cold, hard, Darwinian existence, where the strong survive, and the weak are devoured. What I did was perform a test. If your son makes it out of this, he will be stronger, and wiser. He will have passed the test of natural selection. If he proves too weak, he will show that he deserved to be snuffed out. His failure will prove that evolution passed him by, and I have a feeling you'll know exactly whose fault it is.
Brad's nostrils flare, as he slams his fist into a nearby locker, denting the door. Scott gives him a legitimately impressed look.
Brad Kane: Dammit Scott, you wanna punish me? Why don't you grow a set of balls, and fight ME? Not my kid, not anyone else, me. You talk about learning lessons, well I got one to teach you. So let's do this! You and me! I'm sure Fly would love watching me kick the crap out of you.
Scott Savage: Be careful what enemies you make, young Caesar, for all men have a time to reap, a time to sow, and a time to die. You may well find yourself the seeds for another's crop.
Brad Kane only has time to respond with a look of confused hatred, as Scott walks away, his eyes glued to his phone. We close up on the veins bulging in Brad's neck, as we fade out.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits, and the fans of Paris, France cheer as Slam goes live on the air! We go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Our overseas tour continues as we're in France tonight! We must be making a crazy amount of money to fly us all over the world like this. Good job, Pantheon!
Shannan Lerch: Ugh. Anyway, there is so much to talk about. The aftermath of Aftermath.. heh.
Zach Davis: Well, we have a new World Champion!, firstly. Sarah Twilight, after months and months of feuding with Eric Price, was FINALLY able to defeat him and win herself the World Title, becoming the first ever female World Champion in WCF's ten plus year history. Unbelievable.
Shannan Lerch: I can't believe it either. And what happened AFTER the match was almost just as shocking: Eric Price got kicked while he was down as Jeff Purse returned to kick his ass!
Zach Davis: Plus, we found out that Seth has rehired former World Champion, Odin Balfore, who attacked the new Champion, Sarah Twilight. Pure crazyness. I understand we should hear from Sarah tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Also tonight the Trios Cup Tournament begins! We're tournament crazy lately.
Zach Davis: Pantheon faces an anti-Pantheon team. Brad Kane, Odin Balfore, and Oblivion team up to face Jonny Fly, Corey Black, and Jeff Purse. Fly and Black are the new Tag Team Champions, and this is Purse and Balfore's returns to WCF rings!
Shannan Lerch: And Oblivion is the new Hardcore Champion, too. The face of WCF changed at Aftermath, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: And Corey is, believe it or not, holding two WCF Titles right now. He's got the Internet Title too. I'm not sure what happens if Team Pantheon wins this tournament since they're already the Tag Team Champions but I guess we'd deal with that when we got to it.
Shannan Lerch: Former World Champion, Eric Price, is in action tonight. He's teaming with Gravedigger and Buzzsaw Bundy to face FPV, Steve Orbit, and Ana Valentine in Trios action.
Zach Davis: We saw the relationship between Buzzsaw and Valentine crumble before our very eyes at Aftermath, which was something I never thought I'd see happen. Lovers have become fighters.
Shannan Lerch: Our one singles match tonight features the winner of the Trilogy Cup Tournament, Skyler Striker, facing Adam Young. Striker has earned himself a Title shot against Sarah Twilight at Asesinato De Mayo!
Zach Davis: What a success story. Striker hasn't held that belt in over five years, but he gets his shot a few weeks from now in Mexico. That's IF he can get past Adam Young.
Shannan Lerch: We have Team Rebellion, Morientes, Gable and Ninja, facing the bizarro team of Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu, and Tek. Those three men... are not the best of friends, to say the least.
Zach Davis: In fact, Cash and Atreyu made names for themselves here beating the crap out of one another. But with Cash's recent attitude change, well.... who knows what kind of company he keeps nowadays.
Shannan Lerch: And in our opener, we've got The Beholder, The Disease, and Denise D'evil facing Kira Sakazaki, Grave Dancer, and Voodoo.
Zach Davis: Great opportunity for whoever wins that match to move up in the WCF rankings! Let's start the show.
“With our hands held high, we’re screaming…”
The guitars ring over the P.A. along with a chorus of cheers from the crowd as Skyler Striker appears on stage, a series of crimson pyro explosions silhouetting him from behind.
Zach Davis: Well, what a way to kick off the show! Skyler Striker, who’s been a little shaky as of late, overcame the odds last night and defeated Benjamin Atreyu and Ana Valentine to win the Trilogy Cup!
Shannan Lerch: Making him the number one contender to Sarah Twilight’s World Championship, too.
Zach Davis: Yes indeed! And the Hall-of-Famer looks excited to be here, let me tell you!
Striker slides into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, nodding in appreciation of the crowd and atmosphere. He is passed a mic from ringside and his music slowly dies down.
Skyler Striker: So, here I stand. I gotta say, I’ve had louder cheers and perhaps bigger moments in my career, but I have NEVER felt more of a sense of accomplishment than winning the Trilogy Cup last night and coming out here as the Number One Contender!
The crowd pop for this, and Skyler smiles, continuing.
Skyler Striker: In one night the landscape of this company changed. Only an hour after I became number one contender to the World Title, the World Title itself changed hands, and now Sarah Twilight is the World Champion. But I didn’t come out here to declare war or put anyone on notice. That’s not my style. People should know me better than to do that. I came out here to let people know what to expect from me.
Zach Davis: The former World Champion always telling it like it is.
Skyler Striker: I’m not bothered whether I face Eric Price or Sarah Twilight for the World Championship. All that matters is that I’m doing exactly what I came here to do. I told people when I started that I was here to become the World Champion and I have pursued that relentlessly. This isn’t about Pantheon, it’s not about Genesis, it’s not about gimmicks or hatred or reputation or anything like that. This is about me, it’s about Sarah Twilight, and it’s about the World Championship. Three weeks, Sarah. You picked a bad time to be World Champion – because I’m the number one contender and you’re standing between me and the reason I came here. And right now? I don’t think there’s a more dangerous place in the WCF.
“Hands” hits again and the crowd cheers as Striker rolls out of the ring, heading back up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Strong words from the Number One Contender!
Shannan Lerch: I’m sure Sarah isn’t going to roll over having just won the title.
Zach Davis: It’s going to be a hell of a collision between those two at Asesinato De Mayo! Don’t go away!
Master of Puppets by Metallica hits.
Shannan Lerch: Say what you want about Jonny Fly, but at least he's let Seth keep his entrance music.
Zach Davis: Now that you say that, he'll probably decide to take it away. But, yes, here comes the man that just won't go away no matter how much of his pride is stripped from him, Sethcretary.
Indeed, Sethcretary steps out from the back. He ignores the jeering fans as he heads to the ring, slides in, and demands a mic from Kyle Steel. Kyle acts like he doesn't have to listen to no damn secretary, but eventually gives Seth the mic, which Seth snatches out of his hand.
Shannan Lerch: Everyone is giving him so much shit lately. Seth started this company. Granted, it has been stolen from him about a billion times, but at least he created something worth stealing! He deserves respect.
Zach Davis: "Stolen from him" might be pushing it - more like his boneheaded business moves left it open to be taken. But anyway, let's see what he has to say.
Seth clears his throat before speaking.
Seth Lerch: A few short weeks ago, I appeared before you ungrateful fans and told you that I had had enough. Enough of Jonny Fly, and enough of Pantheon. And it wasn't just me, but I wanted to see who would truly put their money where their mouths were. And a few men had the courage to come up to me backstage, or to send me a Tweet or whatever the hell, and say "Hey, Seth! I'm with you. I'm tired of Jonny Fly too." Men like Adam Young.
Booing at the mention of the Big Time Jerk.
Seth Lerch: ...Men like Odin Balfore.
Massive booing from the crowd at the mention of Odin's name.
Seth Lerch: Men like Oblivion!
Seth Lerch: And this one shocked even me, but men like Brad f'n Kane.
Mixed reaction for Kane.
Seth Lerch: So, you can see where this is going. I rewarded the men that told me they'd have the courage to take out Jonny Fly and Pantheon. I made sure to use what little power I have left to make sure Balfore, Oblivion, and Kane have a chance tonight to take Pantheon out of the Trios Cup Tournament. And I'm sure Mr. Adam Young plans to take Skyler Striker, the Number One Contender, out too. Tonight, my friends, is Pantheon's last stand.
A brief "Suck-re-tary" chant starts, which Seth cringes at and tries to ignore. He begins pacing the ring, facing down, running his thoughts through his head.
Seth Lerch: Only... my plan isn't good enough, is it? No, at best, tonight I could win a battle against Fly and Pantheon, but I certainly wouldn't be winning a war. No, tonight would just be the first shot fired in a long and bloody war. Let's face it, Pantheon have the resiliency of a group of cockroaches. Beating them isn't enough. Which is why I have a proposal for Jonny Fly.
The crowd's interest is peaked; Seth stops pacing and stares directly into the camera.
Seth Lerch: Fly, let's make tonight's match for all the marbles. Your guys versus my guys, that's already set in stone. But let's add a stipulation. If Pantheon wins... I'm done, that's it, I walk away from trying to get rid of you and that's that. I pretend to be a good little Sethcretary. But if MY guys win... I GET WCF BACK!
Seth Lerch: This match is inevitable, Fly. You know it and I know it. It's gotta happen. You can't take WCF from me without me getting a match to get it back. Let's not wait, let's do it TONIGHT!
"300 Violin Orchestra" hits. A mixture of cheers and boos greets the WCF CEO as he makes his way onto the stage holding a microphone. Fly is wearing dress slacks and a button down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He doesn't look very happy.
Jonny Fly: Seth...what the hell are you doing? I mean, seriously, what is this?
Seth Lerch: I want my company back! Balfore, Kane, and Oblivion versus Black, Purse and Fly...COMPANY ON THE LINE! Book it!
Fly pretends to think about it.
Jonny Fly: Okay, deal.
Shocked pop from the crowd.
Seth Lerch: Really!?
Jonny Fly: Uh...NO. Why the fuck would I do that, Seth? Are you even thinking right now? This is why you lost the company in the first place. You're an idiot.
Seth Lerch: But...but...I want my company back, and some people want me to have it back!
Jonny Fly: Okay. What are you offering?
Seth Lerch: What do you mean?
Jonny Fly: It's a simple question, Seth. You want something that I possess. What are you offering me for it?
Seth Lerch: I told you that, I'll leave WCF forever.
Fly rolls his eyes.
Jonny Fly: Seth, I'm your boss. If I really wanted to get rid of you forever all I have to do is fire you. It's not your right to be here. Your're going to have to do better than that.
Seth Lerch: Well, I don't have...anything else.
The crowd begins to laugh. Seth's face begins turning red.
Jonny Fly: So for no reason and with nothing to gain, I'm supposed to put my CEO title on line? Why in the hell do you think I would go along with that?
Seth Lerch: Because I want my company back!
Jonny Fly: Yeah, Seth, you've already established that. Let me ask you this, what are you going to do if I say no?
Seth Lerch: Well, I don't know...nothing, I guess.
Jonny Fly: Okay, let's recap. I'm supposed to put up my CEO title without anything to gain, AND if I refuse, there is absolutely nothing you're going to try to do about it?
Seth Lerch: Stop being a pussy, Fly! Book the match!
Fly laughs at Seth, who is clearly frustrated at this point.
Jonny Fly: I'm sorry Seth, no deal. Why don't you go ahead and get back to work. I think you've taken up enough of our time tonight. Have a good night, Seth.
With that Fly turns and casually walks away leaving a very upset Seth Lerch in the ring. Dejectedly, Seth slides out of the ring and makes his way to the back as he's pelted with jeers from the crowd.
The Memory Remains by Metallica hits
The lights dim down as a hush falls over the crowd. Left Behind blares over the PA system as lights begin to flash, The strobes kick on to show Disease standing in the ring, head down. Everything goes dark and silent for a moment before a very audible primal scream is heard throughout the arena. The lights return to normal to find The Disease standing in the ring, looking on at the crowd.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze."Thunder Horse" by Dethklok begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Beginner by VSK hits and Kira Sakazaki comes out sprinting. He is high fiving fans before he slides into the ring, hoping up on the turnbuckle, arms raised.
The lights go dim as sirens begin sounding throughout the arena. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo tron as red Pyrotechnics explode along the runway. Grave Dancer steps through the curtains and makes his way toward the ring. He wears a hooded Black robe with Grave Dancer printed on the back in red letters. With his head down and the hood over his head he climbs into the ring. After bouncing off the ropes he stands in the middle of the ring and removes his robe. The crowd gasps in awe at they see who is underneath. Grave Dancer moves to his corner and awaits his opponent.
The lights go out in the arena and there is a fire that lights in the a circle then “blood” by jim Johnston plays (Brood theme) as it stars another fire lights in the circle and it lights a “V.” The lights come on and Voodoo is seen sitting in front of the fire. He 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. 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.
The three teams are tying to figure out who will start this, though it doesn't take long as Beholder barrels down and squashes Kira in the corner. Grave Dancer and Voodoo get out of the rhe ring as the match and the tournament officially begin. Beholder keeps Kira in his corner, delivering a vicious chop that the crowed woos too. Beholder then whips him to his own corner, and once again runs at him. He jumps looking for a second big splash but no. Kira is able to gets out of the way at the last second and Beholder crashes into the turnbuckle. Kira doesn't wast this opportunity as he quickly delivers kicks to Beholders kidneys, alternating right and left before he leaps placing both knees square in the back of Beholder hitting a beautiful Back Stabber. Beholder holds his back with a look of anguish as Kira is on his feet, pandering to the crowed.
Shannan Lerch: Ever the show boat. Don't turn you back on Beholder!
Zach Davis: He is just giving the crowed some love, Shannan. Something I'm sure you can relate too..
With Kiras back to him Beholder gets on his knees about to explode out of the corner when he feels a hand slap his back hard, and Denise D'evil gets in the ring telling Beholder to get out. He starts to argue but they fall on deaf ears as Kira turns around Denise sprints towards him knocking him down with a clothes line. Kira gets up only to be met with a kick to the midsection and quick snap suplex follows.
Shannan Lerch: Go girl!
Zach Davis: She is on fire.
Indeed she is as she picks up Kira and throws him to the ropes, he catches him in a power slam on his way back. She covers.
No. Kira kicks out and rolls away from Denise so he can get his bearings. Denise doesn't pander to the crowed, and instead goes straight for Kira who is on one knee, when she gets close enough he ensnares her in a small package!
No! Denise able to get the shoulder up and now she is the one with a shocked look. Kira locks up with Denise, and gains the upper hand when he puts her in a headlock, he starts running and leaps...hitting a beautiful bulldog. Kira gets up and goes to his corner, tagging in Grave Dancer.
Zach Davis: The Other GD on his way.
Shannan Lerch: There is only one GD.
Grave Dancer walks over to Denise, grabbing a handful of her hair ''helping'' her up. Denise screams in pain ad Grave Dance laughs. Though this only serves to anger Denise as she grabs his hand with hers and violently kicks him in the midsection not once, twice, but three times. Dance has nor released his grip and doubled over and Denise hits perfect DDT. Denise stomps on Dance for a bit, before picking up and launching a roundhouse kick which misses wildly. Dance was able to see it coming and duck, Denise spins a complete one eighty allowing Grave Dancer to wrap his arms around her waist hitting a German suplex, he doesn't let go and gets up and hits another one. He gets up with arms wrapped firmly around her waist and and delivers another one, this time relasing her mid way and Denise crashes hard on the mat.
Zach Davis: Wow! Did you see that?
Shannan Lerch: How could I have missed that?
Grave Dancer walks over the limp body of Denise D'evil and drops to his knees, pushing her one her back pinning her.
No! The Disease is able to break it up. Grave Dancer is back on his feet, angry at Disease and pushes him. Grave Dancer turns around and goes for the pin again. This time not even getting past one as Disease once again breaks it up. This time Grave Dance nails Disease in the gut and positions him for a powerbomb, though before he can even lift him up Beholder comes out of no where with a clothesline. Grave Dancer is down and the ref is trying to restore order though no such luck as Kira Sakazaki comes out of nowhere with a dropkick to Beholder, knocking him towards and through the ropes. Disease is up and goes towards Kira but is knocked back down with a vicious clothesline from Voodoo, of all people.
Zach Davis: The ref has lost complete control of this match!
Shannan Lerch: This is nothing new, Zach.
Through all the chaos Denise is able to get back to her feet. The ref is trying to get both Kira and Voodoo out of the ring, and Grave Dance is also on his feet, going straight for Denise but she ducks his clothes line attempt. Bouncing off the rope she dives at Grave Dancer and hits a sick spear. She stand up and hurriedly gets to the turnbuckle, ascending it.
Zach Davies: I think she has so high hopes...
Denise steadies herself, and then leaps into the air looking for The Quickening. Alas it is not to be as Grave Dance was able to roll out of the way at the last possible second. Denise is writhing in pain and quickly makes the tag to The Disease. Disease comes in and runs into a kick by Dancer. Grave Dancer then throws him into a neutral corner. Grave Dancer wastes no time and hoists him up, sitting him on the turnbuckle. He climbs the turnbuckle and hits the Death Dance! He pins.
D'Evil and Beholder go to stop it...
Kira and Voodoo are able to stave them off just long enough to secure the victory and advance.
Shannan Lerch: Kira Sakazaki's team advances! Kira, former member of the Big Dick Superstars, the first and last team to win the Trios Cup!
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system in the Arena in Paris as the crowd immediately knows who it is and starts booing loudly.
Zach Davis: And here comes … oh I’ve been waiting for this for a while…
Shannan Lerch: Zach please, show some respect…
Eric Price steps out from behind the curtain wearing a neck brace, a few bandages on his face, using a crutch, walking slowly from behind the curtain, sunglasses on, wearing a black suit with a black shirt and tie as he has a frown on his face. He slowly makes his way clearly limping as he walks down with the crutch.
Zach Davis: Talk about the walking wounded, wow.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the FORMER … WCF World Champion, Eric Price!
Shannan Lerch: And you can see the twitch when Kyle said “Former”.
Zach Davis: And yes, you heard that right, if you did not watch Aftermath, Eric Price finally lost the World Title to Sarah Twilight in what can only be described as a massacre last Sunday in the first ever Abject Humiliation match.
Shannan Lerch: Yes, unfortunately Eric Price lost his World Championship where he had to … I don’t even want to remember.
Zach Davis: Well I’ll say it because it was a great night, Eric Price lost it when he finally quit after suffering a hell of a beating though to his credit, both he and Sarah Twilight went to a place that is not often seen in WCF in that both competitors really took it out of each other. And now Eric Price slowly stepping into the ring, clearly in pain. He’s asking for a steel chair here as he is having trouble with his crutch but he takes a seat nevertheless, microphone in hand getting ready to address this raucous crowd who clearly dislikes our former World Champion.
The crowd continues to boo loudly as Eric gestures for them to quiet down
Eric Price: A little respect please! My name is Eric Price and I am ...
Eric looks to be in pain at the next word he has to say
Eric Price: I am … the FORMER WCF World Champion.
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: Now first things first, before I address anything else, I’d like to bring up a point and that is the attack on Morientes. Now many of you have speculated that because I was there, I had something to do with it, that perhaps I was behind the masked man or that I paid him off or something but let me clear this up right now, I have nothing to do with that masked man. He is a free agent acting of his own will and I am in no manner, shape, or form affiliated with him. Admittedly, I enjoyed the fact that he beat down someone who deserved it because Morientes had previously attacked me without reason so to see him get his, I was pleased but again, I had nothing and I repeat … NOTHING to do with that! As a man of integrity, you can take my word on that!
Zach Davis: Integrity … my ass!
Shannan Lerch: Come on now Zach, he’s a great man and an honest man and you know it!
Eric Price: Last Sunday, I was blindsided into a match that I did not deserve because clearly Sarah Twilight had been planning this match for weeks yet I had not a clue about it. That’s how she plays, she likes to always have the unfair upper hand and that’s what she did to beat me, she used unfair advantage to steal my World Title from me. Now, I will admit that we went to hell and back during that match and I beat her up to a bloody pulp, which is why I found it especially satisfying to see Odin Balfore, despite the fact that I hate the son of a b*beep* take out Sarah Twilight. Now mind you, what I didn’t enjoy apart from losing my title was having Jeff Purse out of nowhere come out and attack me…
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: After showing me footage of him destroying my home in Pacific Palisades, CA!
Crowd cheers even more
Eric Price: Hey, my name is Eric Price and I did not deserve to be treated that way! I DID NOT! I SHOULD STILL BE THE CHAMPION! THIS SHOULD BE DAY 120 OF THE GREATEST WCF WORLD TITLE REIGN IN HISTORY! Yet here I am, beaten, bruised, battered by a sick and sadistic individual in Sarah Twilight except unlike her, I am a man, I am a valiant competitor, I have the fortitude to come here tonight … sure it’s a dump here in Paris with a bunch of stinky, smelly, disgusting French people but I will compete here tonight!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Pour ces personnes ici qui ne savent pas qu’est-ce que j’ai dit, vous êtes rien que beacoup de tocards!
Crowd boos even more loudly
Zach Davis: I don’t speak French but I’m sure what he said wasn’t flattering to the fans here in Paris.
Eric Price: Now then, why am I out here? Despite everything, I am a man of principles, of ethics, of morals, concepts I know are foreign to you people, especially here in France. With that in mind though, we have a situation brewing, a situation, which both Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse have vehemently denied this entire week but I’ve seen the footage, Jonny Fly has seen the footage and I have both pictures and video footage of the affair that Jeff Purse is having with Sarah Twilight. You see, at some point this past week, Tuesday night to be specific, it seems that Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse went out “dancing” at a club to “celebrate” her “triumphant” victory over me at Aftermath. Now that’s the new World Champion in a nutshell – she has time to go out dancing like the tramp she is with another loser but she can’t compete tonight because she’s “injured”. What a croc that is and just for the record, just for the record, I’d like to thank our leader, my boss Mr. Fly for his integrity and for reporting the truth and siding with me in that despite both Ms. Twilight and I being told not to compete here tonight, I actually told the doctors to screw off whereas Ms. Twilight being the lazy bitch she is decided simply to not compete. I understand she has a championship celebration later tonight. Let me just state right now that I will not be there and I will most likely be gone from the arena because I have no interest in witnessing a farce.
Zach Davis: Clearly still bitter over his loss last Sunday. Just accept it Eric, Twilight beat you, she’s better than you.
Shannan Lerch: Oh shut up, our former World Champion deserves respect.
Eric Price: Now then, let’s get to these pictures because trust me, once you see this, you will understand that I was right the entire time.
“Won’t Back Down” by Eminem plays over the PA system as the crowd gets on its feet cheering knowing who will be coming through the curtain.
Zach Davis: And hey wait a minute, I think someone has heard enough of Eric Price here tonight.
Jeff Purse starts making his way down to the ring steel chair in hand as Eric looks extremely concerned and flustered at this point.
Shannan Lerch: Now Jeff, calm down man, please, please…
Eric Price: Now Jeff, Mr. Purse, you need to take it easy. That’s far enough!
Jeff keeps walking down toward the ring, determined look in his eyes
Eric Price: I said that’s enough, Mr. Purse, I had nothing to do with your car accident and you know it!
Jeff steps into the ring as Eric slowly tries to get up to defend himself but before he can even mount an offense, Jeff hits Eric with the steel chair in the back knocking him down!
Crowd cheers loudly
Zach Davis: And oh my … Jeff Purse attacking Eric Price with that steel chair!
Shannan Lerch: That’s not right!
Jeff again hits Eric with the steel chair on his back again, and again, and again. He then hits Eric in his leg with that steel chair as Eric is screaming in pain. He hits him again in the leg damaging it even more as Eric is begging for him to stop!
Zach Davis: And this arena has come unglued as Jeff Purse looks nearly possessed attacking Eric Price here tonight! He’s hitting his leg again with that steel chair and again, and again! My God this is a vicious attack, retribution however for the pain Eric Price has caused him.
Shannan Lerch: What pain? Eric hasn’t done anything to him!
Jeff Purse now low blows Eric Price while he’s down hurting him even more and he lifts him up and steps back as Eric Price can barely stand!
Zach Davis: Eric Price barely able to stand here and oh my, he hits The Spoke to Eric Price knocking him down. Now he gets down and starts punching him right in the face busting Eric Price open as many officials come down to pull Jeff Purse away from Eric Price who is now completely out of it! This was retribution you have to know for running him over many months ago!
Shannan Lerch: But Zach, no one knows or can confirm that he actually did it!
Zach Davis: Oh please, you actually believe that BS that he and Fly are spewing out as of late. Everyone knows it was him, come on!
Shannan Lerch: But what proof do you have Zach? What proof? Zero proof, that’s right. As of right now, this is just an unprovoked assault by a crazed Jeff Purse.
Zach Davis: Unprovoked? Hardly. Eric Price has had it coming for a while.
Jeff Purse is escorted back up the ramp by many officials as Eric Price is still rather out of it but slowly starts coming to but is not able to walk under his own power as officials help him up and basically start dragging him toward the back.
Zach Davis: Well folks, nothing revealed here tonight as Eric Price claims to have pictures and video of Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse conducting themselves inappropriately on a date but so far, it has only been speculation.
Shannan Lerch: No, Eric Price has proof but was not allowed to show it tonight. Unlike Jeff Purse who clearly has no proof on who ran him over and has decided to for no reason whatsoever blame Eric Price for it!
Zach Davis: Not exactly no reason as we take a commercial break here!
Zach Davis: Coming back from break here, this is the trainer’s room.
Eric Price and Gravedigger are shown in the trainer’s room with one of the WCF doctors looking at Eric Price, who is screaming in pain at his leg being touched. The blood has mostly been cleaned from his face but some traces can still be seen as his suit is completely ruined.
Eric Price: Who the hell does that son of a piece of mother*beep* s*beep*t think he is?! Attacking me like that for no reason.
Jonny Fly comes into the room immediately to see what is occurring.
Jonny Fly: So what’s the status doctor?
WCF Medical Official: Unfortunately, he can’t compete here tonight. There is no way for him to compete, his leg is damaged very badly and if he were to compete here tonight, he could risk further injury!
Eric Price: Oh God damn it! DAMN IT! Tonight was the first round in the Trios Cup, I know why Jeff did this, he did this not only to take me out of the Trios cup but because he’s afraid that I will expose the truth. Mr. Fly, what are you going to do about this? I don’t deserve this! I DO NOT DESERVE IT!
Jonny Fly: Calm down okay, calm down!
Gravedigger: Calm down?! CALM DOWN?! How the hell do you want him to calm down?! He was just brutally attacked by one of your boys…
Jonny Fly: Don’t get in my face Gravedigger. I know and understand what happened and it wasn’t right for it to happen to you.
Eric Price: You’re damn right it wasn’t! You better talk to your boy Purse because I swear to God the next time I see him, I will destroy him. I could sue the company considering he’s not only a board member but an executive member of the company but out of respect for you Mr. Fly, I will not pursue that option. I may be suing Purse directly though and if I do, you let him know it’s coming out of his wallet.
Gravedigger: So what about tonight? Clearly Eric cannot compete on his bum leg and after being brutalized like that.
Jonny Fly: Here’s how it goes, if you can get a replacement for him tonight, I will allow that person to compete in Eric’s place tonight and if you guys advance in the tournament, then Eric can take his place back in the tournament next week when he’s healed up.
Eric Price: Hmm … that’s fair I suppose. Thank you Mr. Fly for being understanding on this. And again, talk to your boy Purse because he needs to be reigned in. Now Gravedigger, call Steeltoe Joe, I know he’s in town so have him in the match!
Gravedigger: Are you sure?
Eric Price: 100%, he can take my place admirably in the match, hey … *scream in pain* … damn it Doc, quit touching the leg, it hurts like hell.
Gravedigger: Okay, I’ll get Steeltoe Joe.
Jonny Fly: Steeltoe Joe is the replacement?
Eric Price: Absolutely. I would compete but I don’t want to hinder my team’s chances so this is the only fair thing to do.
Jonny Fly: That’s fine. And don’t worry, I’ll talk to Purse.
Eric Price: Yes because I don’t know what his issue is, he thinks I ran him over but the fact is I didn’t and he doesn’t even have any proof that I did and he’s running like a mad man attacking me for no reason. If anything, it tells me Jeff’s scared of what I have to say and what I have to show.
The scene switches back to ringside
Zach Davis: So Eric Price is out of the equation this week and the WCF People’s Champion Steeltoe Joe will be taking his place in the first round qualifier of the Trios Cup?
Shannan Lerch: And you saw that, Mr. Fly has approved it and it’s all done in the interest of fairness. You have to wonder though Zach.
Zach Davis: What’s that?
Shannan Lerch: Oh, what Eric Price has as evidence against Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight because the fact that Jeff Purse had to attack him to prevent him from showing it … hmm … it just raises questions to the validity of Eric’s points.
Zach Davis: Oh that’s nonsense.
Shannan Lerch: You can hate on Eric Price all you want despite it not being the right thing to do but when the truth comes out, you’ll have to eat your words.
The clashing of two swords fills the arena for a couple of seconds as the lights dim, before the sound of a shotgun goes off. The capacity crowd erupts as "Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play, and Morientes walks out from the back, already dressed in his usual fighting attire and carrying a microphone in one hand.
Zach Davis: Woah, talk about an unexpected appearance! This man isn't scheduled yet, is he?
Shannan Lerch: I don't believe so Zach. His Trios Cup match isn't for another good fifteen minutes. What is he doing out here now? And doesn't he look happy!
Indeed, the Spanish superstar is all smiles as he walks down the entrance ramp. He surveys the cheering crowd and slaps a few hands as he enters the ring.
Zach Davis: After coming off a huge win, he deserves to smile a little. Beating Gravedigger and Davey Ortega is no mean feat. I mean, sure, he pinned Ortega rather than the Hall-of-Famer, but that's still a big deal, especially since those cohorts of Eric Price have been a thorn in his side for a while now!
Shannan Lerch sighs.
Shannan Lerch: Well... I hate to say it, but Gable and Morientes proved that they could roll with the best here in the business. That victory over Gravedigger and Davey Ortega should shut any doubters up for good now.
Morientes stands in the middle of the ring and soaks in the cheers from the French crowd for several moments as his music fades out.
Crowd: Morientes! Morientes! Morientes!
Morientes's smile grows even louder as he raises the microphone up to his lips.
Morientes: Wow! What a crowd we got here tonight!
The crowd's cheers grow even louder, if that's even possible.
Morientes: I know I'm a little early for my match tonight, but I have something to tell you wonderful franceses first. Three weeks ago, John Gable and I were ambushed by two men after my Tag Team Title match. One called Davey Ortega, and the other.... named Gravedigger.
Morientes looks down to the mat, as the predictable jeering starts at the mention of the two notorious figures.
Morientes: We were ambushed and caught off-guard. It hurt like hell, but of course we couldn't let it slide. So... the week after, we interrupted their airtime, and demanded some answers. As always, those two snakes tried to play it cool and claim that Gable and I are nothing but losers. But hey... after Aftermath, NO ONE can claim that anymore!
He looks back up at the crowd with a spark in his eye, as the crowd starts cheering loudly again.
Crowd: Morientes! Morientes! Gable! Morientes!
Zach Davis: Am I actually hearing someone chanting Gable's name?
Shannan Lerch: Yeah well, ever since the two have been teaming together, Gable has earned himself a few fans. Not many mind you, but still a few more than he would have at the start of the year.
Crowd: Morientes! Morientes! Gable! Morientes!
Morientes holds a hand up, and the crowd quietens a little to listen to what he has to say.
Morientes: Eric Price and his cronies like to talk a lot about respeto. I can get where they are coming from, but you can only get respect from doing the right things at the right time. Not through whatever underhanded bullhonky they have pulling since the start of his championship reign! And now that Sarah Twilight is our new champion, and Rebellion is through with this entire MS-13 nonsense, I think everyone that needs the proper respect has already been given it. It's about time Jonny Fly needs to consider giving Gable and I another shot at the Tag Team Titles, doesn't he!
The crowd erupts yet again for the popular Spanish wrestler.
Crowd: Tag Team Championships! Tag Team Championships! Tag Team Championships!
Zach Davis: That's true, isn't it? Barring the loss those two had to the Homegrown Players, Morientes and Gable has just about went through every credible team there is to beat in the WCF. Hell, they even beat Pantheon two weeks ago!
Shannan Lerch: Yeah, but they didn't pin my darling Jonny Fly did they? It was Striker that lost the match, so they can forget about winning some gold if you ask me!
Morientes walks around the ring a little.
Morientes: No more proving myself against the best in the world. Gravedigger and Ortega are history, and now I want myself some gold to wear around my wa--
But just as Morientes was about to complete his sentence, "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena, and an ominous spotlight hits the entranceway. The Spaniard turns his attention towards the entrance ramp, and the easily riled up crowd starts jeering once again.
Zach Davis: Oh my! Looks like Gravedigger isn't very happy about whatever Morientes has to say here!
The booing from the French crowd intensifies as Gravedigger walks out from the back, accompanied by his good old pal Adrian. He too, is holding a mic, and he is gesturing frantically at Morientes. The crowd isn't letting him have the chance to talk though, but eventually, the amplified voice of the Hall-Of-Famer booms throughout the Arena et Compagnie.
Gravedigger: You’re damn right I’m history here in WCF. I define the hell out of history here in WCF. Three time world champion, three time tag team champion, War winner, the list goes on and on and on. That’s where the agreement between you and I ends, because if you think your and Gable’s win over myself and Davey Ortega proved you are where you belong, you’re only fooling yourself.
Morientes walks over to the ropes closest to the entrance ramp and points a finger at Gravedigger.
Morientes: Whatever you just said there is invalid Digger. You said that you would destroy me at Aftermath. You didn't amigo. End of story. You may be the legend here, but you failed to deliver. Rebellion proved that we are for real, and that unlike Ortega and you, we didn't end the match FLAT ON OUR BACKS!
The crowd cheers massively as Gravedigger just shakes his head.
Shannan Lerch: Oh boy, he looks... disappointed?
Gravedigger: Young boy, it seems that you didn't learn anything at all. You think you proved that you are for real at Aftermath? No, no, no. You got lucky that you won. It takes more than a tag team win to impress me. A lot more! You may have won the battle last week, but the war is far from over.
Gravedigger grins as he lowers the mic.
Zach Davis: Wait... what!? Look out Mr. M!
Morientes, whose attention was focused solely on Gravedigger and Adrian, fails to notice the two MS-13 members who have just jumped the guardrail from the audience and entered the ring. They immediately charge the Spaniard, who turns around just in time to fend off a two-on-one assault. Fists and knees are flying wildly, as Morientes tries to defend himself against yet another one of Gravedigger's infamous gang beatings.
Zach Davis: Oh come on now! This is absolutely unwarranted, not to mention absolutely disgraceful! Why couldn't Gravedigger just walk up to Morientes and settle this situation, man against man!
Shannan Lerch: That's because he's a smart man isn’t he? He doesn't get himself into sticky situations unless he needs to be; something this young Morientes could learn from!
Zach Davis: I call bull on that. This is absolutely sickening to watch. But wait-!
Morientes somehow manages to fight off the two MS-13 members and shove them away. He elbows one of them hard in the skull, causing him to fall unconscious to the canvas. The other gang member, wary of the Spaniard's fighting abilities, stays his distance. Furious, Morientes decides that enough is enough and goes on the offensive...
Zach Davis: WHAT!? When did he get in the ring!
Indeed, taking advantage of the commotion, Gravedigger has entered the ring, and struck the younger wrestler with a devastating Grave Marker! The brutal clothesline struck Morientes squarely across the chest, spinning him brutally in mid-air before his body lands painfully on the mat. The crowd starts booing soundly, as Gravedigger gestures for Adrian and the other MS-13 member to hoist Morientes back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Simply unnecessary!
Shannan Lerch: Don't forget, Morientes still has a match with the rest of his Rebellion mates! How will this affect his performance later!
Gravedigger speaks into the mic while sneering at a hurt Morientes, who's now doing his best to fight off the bulky arms of his MS-13 assailants.
Gravedigger: Not so mouthy now are you? Eh, puta? Come on! I can’t hear you, Morientes? Maybe this will help!
Gravedigger slaps Morientes once on the face insultingly, before grabbing the Spaniard and hitting him with a jumping reverse STO. Morientes's face smashes into the mat, and his struggles cease. The crowd is absolutely livid, and they are letting them know it.
Shannan Lerch: South Of The Border! Haven't seen that in a while, damn. Morientes is laid out!
Zach Davis: OH WAIT! Look who's on their way out from the back!
The crowd is on its feet again, as The Ninja and John Gable come running out from the back. Gravedigger and MS-13 beat a hasty retreat into the crowd, no doubt wanting to escape an actual fighting situation with the rest of Rebellion. Smiling grimly, Gravedigger speaks once more.
Gravedigger: I’m going to give you another chance to impress me. Winning a tag team match is one thing, but a singles match is something else altogether. De hombre a hombre, vato. At Asesinato De Mayo. There’s only one match you can beat me in that will make me show you an ounce of respect….BARBED WIRE MASSACRE!
The crowd pops loudly.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my god! Did Gravedigger just say what I think he did? A Barbed Wire Massacre match at Asesinato De Mayo?
He drops the mic and exits through the crowd, not bothering to look back at his future opponent. Morientes, now very much to his senses, gingerly makes his way back to his feet and stares at the retreating back of Gravedigger. He ignores the concerned queries of Ninja, as he shouts out inaudibly to the Hall-Of-Famer.
Zach Davis: ... I don't think Morientes has any idea what he is about to get into.
Shannan Lerch: Well, if he doesn't get his head back into the game, he's about to enter a world of pain tonight! It's time for the second Trios Cup Tournament Match! Morientes, Ninja, and John Gable against Waylon Cash, Tek, and Benjamin Atreyu!
The camera fades out into a commercial.
Morientes, Gable and Ninja are already in the ring... and Cash, Atreyu and Tek quickly rush to the ring, not waiting for entrance music!
Zach Davis: Cash, Atreyu, and Tek... NOT the most cohesive team I've ever seen. But it looks like they've decided to take advantage of the MS-13 attack!
Shannan Lerch: Smart guys!
Morientes rolls out of the ring, leaving Gable and Ninja to brawl with Cash, Atreyu and Tek. After several chaotic moments of brawling, Atreyu Clotheslines Gable out of the ring and Tek heads to the apron. This leaves Cash and Ninja as the legal men.
Zach Davis: I hope Ninja kills him. For real.
Cash runs at Ninja and Clotheslines him down. Ninja gets back up and Cash runs at him again, hitting a Back Elbow. Ninja is spent sprawling back into the corner. Cash runs at him and hits another Clothesline, squashing him into the turnbuckle. Ninja stumbles out of the corner and Cash hits him with an explosive Running Lariat.
Shannan Lerch: Damn. Waylon Cash taking it to Rebellion in the opening moments of the match here!
Zach Davis: Say what you want, but the man is determined; he wants to win.
Cash picks Ninja up and then executes a Sitout Neckbreaker. He then quickly pins him.
No!, Ninja kicks out. Cash transitions into a Dragon Sleeper.
Shannan Lerch: One of the most painful submission moves in wrestling, expertly applied by Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: And he's enjoying the pain he's inflicting! Terrible.
Morientes quickly enters the ring and breaks it up, however, before getting back onto the apron. Angrily, Cash gets up and asks his teammates why they weren't there to stop him; Atreyu snickers at him. Cash shakes his head and tags Tek into the match.
Shannan Lerch: Waylon Cash not too happy he isn't getting help from his partners... but can you really blame them? They all hate each other!
Zach Davis: Hate or no hate, Cash wants the win. We HAVE seen teammates who didn't like each other function well enough to win. Atreyu and Balfore, for instance.
Tek enters the match as Ninja tags in Gable. Gable and Tek run at each other, and Tek gets a knee to the face for his troubles. Tek hits the mat, gets back up and then gets a Snap DDT! Gable goes for the pin.
No!, Tek kicks out.
Shannan Lerch: Gable really could've had it there.
Gable tags in Morientes. Morientes Springboards in and hits a Diving Crossbody into Tek, into another pin!
No!, Tek kicks out once more. Morientes pulls Tek into a neutral corner and then hits the Spanishsault!
Zach Davis: No!, Tek rolls out of the way!
Indeed, Tek escaped in the knick of time. Tek rolls all the way over to his corner and tags in Atreyu.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes God Given Greatness.
Atreyu enters the match and grapples Morientes as he gets to his feet. He goes for a German Suplex, but Morientes lands on his feet; Morientes hits a painful looking Tiger Suplex!
Zach Davis: DAMN! What a Suplex!
Morientes quickly tags in Gable. Clearly, Rebellion has a gameplan here, as Gable hits the ring quickly and lifts Atreyu up...
Shannan Lerch: BRAINBUSTER!
Gable immediately tags Morientes back in. Morientes enters the ring, grabs Atreyu, and hits his Northern Lights Bomb/Scoop Brainbuster!
Zach Davis: ESPANOL BOMB!
Ninja and Gable knock Tek and Cash off the apron.
Shannan Lerch: Rebellion picks up the victory!
Morientes stands as their music begins to play. Atreyu holds his head in severe pain... not moving besides that at all.
Zach Davis: Damn. So many moves directed at Atreyu's head, one after another after another... I hope he doesn't have a concussion?
Medics check on Benjamin Atreyu as we go to commercial break. Morientes isn't waiting for his partners, he's running to the back.
The camera opens in the backstage area of the arena. Morientes, still dressed in his wrestling attire, is kicking open doors and looks to be in a fury. He's looking for a man, and one man only.
He enters a room, only to find the unpleasant sight of Yuo and Fat Dango half-naked. Morientes swears loudly, before rushing out. He continues his pursuit of the Hall-Of-Famer.
Morientes: Gravedigger! Where are you!?
The Spaniard reaches a teak door that's locked shut. He tries opening it, but it simply won't budge. Undaunted, Morientes starts knocking on it furiously, stopping for a mild second as he hears something. He waits several seconds for someone to open it, but when no one does, he continues his hammering once more.
This continues for close to a minute, before the door swings open violently.
Jonny Fly: WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT!
It's rather obvious that he was caught at a most vulnerable point in time. The CEO of Wrestling Championship Federation is half-dressed and he looks disheveled. A bead of sweat is slowly running down his forehead and he's panting heavily. Morientes raises an eyebrow and withdrew his hand from the door, before speaking slowly.
Morientes: This isn't your office.
Jonny Fly: I'M TRAINING! Now what the hell do you want?
Both men seemed enraged, albeit for different reasons altogether.
Morientes: Fly, where the hell is Gravedigger?
Jonny Fly: Why the fuck would I know?
Morientes: You're the fucking boss. He owes me, and I want him! Where the fuck is his sorry culo!
Fly raises a hand to facepalm himself. He stands there for several seconds with his eyes closed, before responding.
Jonny Fly: Look Morientes, I have no idea where he is. Go ask Eric Price or whoever he's with okay? I need to go back to my Pantheon training session.
Morientes snorts in derision.
Morientes: Yeah right, like you train with Jeff Purse and Corey Black. You think I'm a bobo?
Jonny Fly: Nice try. That's how we stay ahead of the rest of scumbags like you and the rest of the locker room.
Morientes: Uh-huh. You train in your underwear with two other men in your office, probably dressed the same way.
Jonny Fly: Uh, yeah. What's wrong with it.
An awkward moment followed with both men staring daggers at each other, before a sweet feminine voice from an undisclosed area in the room broke the silence.
Alicia Morales: Is there someone at the door sweetie?
Fly bristles. He flushes just a teeny bit at being caught in a lie with the stony-faced Morientes just standing in front of him. He recovers quickly though, and turns his head back into his office.
Jonny Fly: Yeah, just another Flyjobber wanting to find me for some jobber business.
He diverts his attention back at Morientes.
Jonny Fly: Look man, I'm telling you one last time. I have no idea where he is. Last I saw him was with Eric Price backstage. Now fuck off Morientes, before I fire you. I'm busy... preparing for my match. Jesus Christ!
The door slams right in Morientes's face. Stunned, the Spaniard makes his way to a nearby table and sits down on it, contemplating his next move. He breathes deeply, before kicking over a nearby chair in sheer frustration.
The camera fades out with a shot of Morientes walking down the hallway in search of a certain former WCF Champion.
We cut backstage to the locker room of Genesis where FPV, Steve Orbit and Tek are already engaged in a conversation. Orbit doesn't appear to be very happy.
Steve Orbit: Again...again we have shit we need to be doin' and she's not here.
FPV: Dude, we got Trios, she just won the World Title after all the shit she's went through. Once it all settles in, things will be back to normal.
Steve Orbit: Normal? What's normal? Sarah doin' for herself?
FPV: Come on man, that ain't right.
Tek: Not being rude but, it kinda sounds like you are jealous of her, Steve.
Orbit shoots Tek a serious and somewhat pissed off glare.
Steve Orbit: Man, who asked you?
FPV: He's just making a point, dude. And for real it comes off that way.
Finally, the door to the locker room opens and she steps inside, wearing a brand new 'Making History' tee that depicts our brand new World Champion holding the WCF World Championship skyward with 'Making History' written across the front and Sarah Twilight written across the back of the tee. She is also wearing one of the new "Mistress of Mischief" baseball caps and a slightly over-sized stainless steel Pentacle charm that are all on sale at the wcfshop. However it is not Sarah Twilight who steps into the room wearing all of this, instead it is the newest member of Genesis; Ana Valentine. Orbit takes one look at Valentine and shakes his head, almost in disgust seeing her AGAIN in Sarah Twilight merchandise.
Steve Orbit: Figures, everything is always about Sarah.
Ana frowns at the comment.
Ana Valentine: What is your problem? She's the World Champion, you should be proud of her.
FPV: Yeah dude, seriously we just brought home the US AND World Titles. These are good times, man.
Tek: And you guys have the Trios Cup to be focusing on.
Steve Orbit: Me? You're putting this shit on me?
Ana Valentine: Look Steve, I am excited to be a part of this group. You know, the group that Sarah invited me to? She is an amazing, absolutely inspirational competitor and to have someone like her be SO very hospitable to me and allow me the chance to make her...and all of you proud is a moment I take very seriously.
Steve Orbit: Yeah well your 'hero' apparently didn't have the fuckin' time to be here for your moment, now did she?
FPV: Dude, you seriously need to get your head straight. I get what Waylon did...we all get it. But you're taking shit out on Sarah and why? Because she is successful? This is all of us, man. We're supposed to have each other's backs.
Orbit balls his fists and shakes his head furiously.
Steve Orbit: That right Frank? That fuckin' right? Then how come that doesn't seem to apply to Sarah? Where is she half the time? What the hell is so damn special about her that she don't need to be here to do shit as a group? Since when do we fuckin' bend everything to fit around her and her schedule?
Steve turns and pulls the door to the locker room open. He looks back one final time.
Steve Orbit: Know what? Fuck it. I'll see you out there later for Trios.
With that, Steve leaves, obviously still in a foul mood about Sarah's absence yet again. Frank, Ana and Tek look on, kinda seeming disappointed. Ana turns to FPV.
Ana Valentine: Why is he so jealous of her?
FPV: I think he just has a lot of shit on his mind. He needs to get his head straight and stop letting what Waylon did cloud his judgement like this.
Tek: Hey, for what it's worth, Sarah did take my back when STJ jumped me.
FPV: We know man, we know. Steve just needs to chill.
We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: Let's head down to the ring for our next contest. Skyler Striker, who just won the WCF Trilogy Cup has a date with Sarah Twilight at Asesinato De Mayo but tonight he steps into the ring with Adam Young.
Shannan Lerch: This should be over quickly.
Zach Davis: That may be, but as everyone knows, you don't overlook anyone in that ring. Anyone! Let's head down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...introducing first...from Abilene, Texas weighing in at 235lbs....he is "The Savior" ADAM YOUNG!
"Southern Renegade" by Moccasin Creek starts playing as the arena goes black. A cool fog starts to roll from the back and across the aisle way as spots of white light hit it. Out steps Adam Young and a single white spotlight follows him. He looks at the crowd and smiles. He starts towards the ring rubbing his wrists with an icey stare into the ring. He reaches the ring and runs his left thumb across his throat and the house lights come up. He climbs the ringside steps and into the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....hailing from Perth, Australia...and weighing in at 220lbs.....he is SKYLER STRIKER!!!
"Hands" by The Almost hits the PA system. “With our hands held high we're screaming..."
The crowd scream 'whoa-oh whoa-oh oh' and in doing so introduce Skyler Striker. Striker makes his way to the ring in his usual fashion, focused and determined. Once inside, he stands in the center of the ring and bows his head, his arms outstretched and fists clenched. He then opens his palms to the audience, causing white pyro to explode from the ring posts. Striker throws his effects out of the ring and prepares for the match.
Zach Davis: Striker with a warm welcome from this capacity crowd. But that's not hard to do when your opponent is Adam Young.
Shannan Lerch: People genuinely hate Young, and can you blame them? He has not one endearing quality about him.
Zach Davis: Striker the favorite in this match...and he should be. The man just came off of a Trilogy Cup victory and Adam Young...as arrogant and as confident as he may be is just looking for a rough night if Striker has anything to say about it.
Peter Laos calls for the bell and Adam Young takes Striker of guard with a dropkick to his knee. Striker is taken off balance and Young follows up with a bulldog. Striker goes down and Young immediately covers for the pinfall.
Striker gets a shoulder up after only two.
Shannan Lerch: Adam Young came to fight! He almost stole that one as the bell rang!
Zach Davis: Prime example as to why you must be prepared and ready for ANY opponent. Young was trying to make a point and he almost did!
Adam uses his speed to keep the jump on Striker. Hitting off the ropes and sliding into Striker with a low dropkick to the face. Young off the ropes again and he runs in, leapfrog over Striker, into the opposite ropes and back, and Young is caught off guard by Striker who springboards off the ropes himself with a DDT. Striker shakes his head a few times, taking time to shake off the effects of the dropkick. Young is rattled as he gets up shakily, only to be taken down by a clothesline.
Zach Davis: The tide to this match shifts in favor of Striker who was taken off guard at the bell.
Shannan Lerch: Adam Young might have had a good start, but this should wrap up pretty quickly at this point.
Striker pulls Young to his feet, and Adam fires off some unexpected shots at Striker, he leaps up and tosses Striker over with a Hurricarrana, hanging with it, he hooks both legs into a pinning combination.
Striker again is able to kick out before three. Adam does a small almost dance of sorts as he was praising himself for his efforts, getting the crowd into a small frenzy of boos and he hits Striker with a legdrop. Adam gets back to his feet and measures Striker, waiting for him to get up.
Zach Davis: Ever since Adam Young eliminated Corey Black at WAR his confidence has been soaring. We are not used to seeing him use a hurricarrana but he is definitely pulling out all the stops here tonight.
Shannan Lerch: I didn't think he'd EVER win a match in this day and age, let alone get an elimination like that in WAR. But he has surprisingly come off with a few victories over the last year and has actually earned himself a few decent paychecks.
Striker gets back to his feet and Young runs at him with a HARD dropkick to the face. Striker goes down hard and Adam is now going nuts, he starts running around the ring mouthing to the crowd how he is no one's 'Warm Up'. The crowd starts booing at Young as he climbs the top rope. He steadies himself, but Striker is up, and he rushes at Adam for a superplex off the top rope in almost the blink of an eye.
Zach Davis: Adam was setting up for The Broken Mirror and it could have been over, but Striker out of nowhere with a suplex off the top!
Shannan Lerch: Can this just end? Please?!
Striker and Young are both slow to get back to their feet, but finally both men manage to get up. Adam sends a hard shot to Striker and whips him into the ropes. Striker with a duck under on the return and stops short, Young turns around and is surprised as Striker grabs him and sets him into a double underhook...he then swings his leg up and performs a reverse Russian legsweep, flipping Young 180° to land on the back of his head and neck. Striker stays on him for the pinfall.
Zach Davis: WELCOME TO OBLIVION! He NAILED IT!!!
Shannan Lerch: Good night Adam Young, thanks for coming!
Peter Laos gets into position
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match...in a time of 6 minutes and 21 seconds.....SKYLER STRIKER!!!
Zach Davis: Despite a good effort by Adam Young, it just wasn't enough to put away the veteran, Skyler Striker. Not to say that many people would have expected a different outcome.
Shannan Lerch: Let's just move on to something more entertaining. I think we lose viewers whenever Young is out here.
Zach Davis: I actually think he had a solid performance tonight. He hung in there for a little bit with Striker. Have to give him credit.
Shannan Lerch: Okay fine, he did well. Now let's move on!
The camera opens once again in the backstage area of the arena. Morientes is hammering on a closed door once again. A gold-plated label with the name Eric Price is clearly seen on it. He knocks on it for several moments, but no one is opening the door.
Morientes: Okay, that's it.
He kicks the door hard in an attempt to knock it down, but to no avail. He tries again, and again, and again. But each time, the door stayed shut. He didn't give in though. Kick, after kick, after kick followed, each as impactful as the last.
???: What the hell are you doing?
Morientes halts mid-action, and swivels around. The last thing he'll want to be in is another gang assault by MS-13. His eyes widens in trepidation, before relaxing when he realized that the person standing behind him was no one other than his tag team partner John Gable.
Morientes: You saw what happened. I want Gravedigger's scalp, tonight. And I know he's in there with Price right now.
John Gable: Yeah, that's not going to happen. What's the point of finding him? You'll just get your sorry little ass whooped by him and his gang... again. Like you always do.
Morientes saw red. He grabs Gable by the collar.
Morientes: Look here, you piece of shit. I have had it with your snide comments every single time we team together. You may be TV Champion, but that doesn't mean nothing to me. We are in Rebellion for the greater good, and instead of having my back, you're off selling out our images for money? Joderte!
Gable breaks Morientes's hold on him, snarling as he does so.
John Gable: What I'm doing is capitalizing on our potential, knobhead. Unlike you, I've actually done something on my own. Instead of getting my sorry ass beaten every week, I pinned Pantheon and obtained victory - something that you cannot say you've done. Face it Bull, all you've done is ride on my coattails.
Morientes: I've beaten you before Gable, and I will again.
John Gable: You can try. But for now, I'm wearing gold, and you are not. Television gold, as a matter of fact, something that you'll probably never get the chance to... ever!
The tension between the two is highly visible, before each of them took a step back in an effort to diffuse the charged atmosphere.
Sethcretary: Wow, such camaraderie between stablemates!
Both Gable and Morientes turn around at the sudden voice. Leaning against the wall, and wearing his ever-present smirk is the former CEO of WCF. Sethcretary walks towards them and puts a hand on each of their shoulders, almost mockingly.
Sethcretary: Morientes, you are not getting your hands on Gravedigger tonight. He has a match very soon, and if you so much as touch a hair on his shoulders, I'll make sure that I talk to the Board Of Directors and get your ass suspended. So it'll be good if you can just head off for the night and rest early. You got that?
Morientes broke away from Gable and took a step towards Sethcretary. Seth quickly raises a hand in front of him in an effort to calm the Spaniard.
Sethcretary: Ah-ah, hold that temper Mr. M. I've decided to talk to both of you for a separate reason as well!
He smiles darkly.
Sethcretary: Fellas, I couldn't help but notice that you have had difficulty working together as a team. And judging from what I heard just now, Morientes, you claim that you can beat John Gable for the Television Title?
The two Rebellion members turn their heads to look at the man formerly known as Seth Lerch, each looking as confused as the other. But before either of them could get a word out, Sethcretary has already continued with his speech.
Sethcretary: As I'm sure that many of you guys in the locker room know, I've got the power to book one match a month. Any match at all, in fact. Well, this month, I've decided. My match will be for next week, on the 250th episode of WCF Slam... John Gable versus. Morientes for the WCF Television Championship!
John Gable: What!?
Gable's expression has changed to outright disgust and anger. He splutters as he tries to speak.
John Gable: This is impo--
Morientes: I have absolutely zero inter--
But Sethcretary interrupts.
Sethcretary: Nope, by the power bestowed upon me by our great CEO Jonny Fly...
The look on his face changes to pure hate as he mentions the accursed name, but soon turns back to normal.
Sethcretary: ... I'm able to do what I want regardless if you want it or not, and that's the match I want for this month. Should prove an interesting dynamic, won't it boys? Well, have fun next week!
He walks away with a satisfied smile on his face, before turning back and looking at the two Rebellion members, who are still in a state of shock.
Sethcretary: Oh, and I'm adding an extra stipulation to the TV Title bout. It's going to be a No Disqualification match, and the only way is through a pinfall or a submission! No countouts, and as I said, no disqualifications! And if you think that you can try to throw the match, think again. I'll make sure that both of your asses are fired in that case!
He walks away, for good this time. Morientes and Gable both turn and look at each other, silent as they think about next week's huge match.
John Gable: ...
The camera fades out with both Gable and Morientes looking at each other in disgust and anger.
The lights go dark for a moment, before quick three second snippets of various songs play over the P.A. "Ghosts 'n Stuff" for FPV and "Flashlight" for Orbit. The crowd is on their feet, as they know what this means. At last, "Bitter End" by The Veer Union hits and the crowd ERUPTS! Frank steps out from the back first, followed by Steve Orbit. Frank begins fistbumping along to the music, eliciting huge bursts of pyro! The two Genesis members head to the ring.
Ana walks down the ramp to pink pyro’s shooting off behind her. She pauses at the steps to the ring to blow kisses to the crowd. She then steps into the ring bending low to slip between the middle and bottom rope.
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.
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 the hardcore belt high over his head as the crowd rains boos down upon him.
The sound of a chainsaw being pull started reverberates through the arena, as The Lumberjack starts. With the start of the lyrics Buzzsaw walks out, pausing on the stage to raise a fist. As the crowd pops, he makes his way to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans. Grabbing the top rope, he steps onto the apron, and over the top rope into the ring. As he prepares for his match, he removes his flannel shirt, revealing his muscled body.
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously “Barton Hollow” By The Civil Wars begins to play through the audio systems. The Entrance Gate area and Stage begin to flicker with White lights and neon blue flashes mixed in the flickers. Fog fills the gate area as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the Fog. Joe Stands on stage and plays to the crowds who are cheering for him. Joe then walks down the ramp and gets to the ring steps where he stops, does a Catholic Crucifix motion and then walks up the steps and into the ring. He climbs up two turnbuckles and does the same crucifix motion and raises his arms and points towards Heaven.
Zach Davis: Alright, let's start the match!
Gravedigger starts the match for his team, and FPV for his.
Shannan Lerch: Two former World Champions facing off to start things, gotta love it!
The two go to tie up, but naturally Gravedigger simply kicks Frank instead, doubling him over. Gravedigger then forearms FPV in the head several times, pushing him into the ropes and then whipping him across the ring. As FPV comes back, Gravedigger hits him with a Big Boot, causing him to drop to the mat. Gravedigger then starts kicking at him repeatedly.
Zach Davis: We don't see Gravedigger wrestle for WCF much anymore, BUT he's always active at PSW so ring rust isn't an issue for this Hall of Famer.
Gravedigger puts Frank into a Camel Clutch. Orbit enters the ring to break it up, and Steeltoe Joe enters the ring to intercept him!
Shannan Lerch: Gonna be tough to keep order in this one...
Orbit and Joe trade blows before Joe takes Orbit down with a stiff Clothesline and then kicks him out of the ring. The ref yells at Joe to get out of the ring, and while he's doing so, Ana Valentine is able to sneak in and finally kick Gravedigger off of FPV.
Zach Davis: Hah, sneaky tactic, yes, but smart.
Gravedigger gets up and picks FPV up with him but Frank begins to come to life, firing back first with shots to Gravedigger's midsection and then several shots to his face. Gravedigger is sent reeling backwards, and the fans cheer as FPV runs towards him...
Crowd: FUS ROH DUH!
Frank hits his patented running Clothesline! Gravedigger goes down, gets back up, gets hit with another one. Goes down again, gets back up once more, and this time Frank takes him over with a Hip Toss. FPV then tags in Orbit.
Shannan Lerch: Blegh. Here comes The Mack.
Zach Davis: It's weird seeing Orbit without some kind of gold around his waist! It's like he's naked. Don't get too excited, Shannan.
Gravedigger has gotten back up and Orbit grapples him from behind, but Gravedigger elbows him repeatedly and breaks free of it by taking Orbit down with a Russian Legsweep.
Shannan Lerch: Classic counter, perfectly utilized.
Orbit begins to get back up and Gravedigger hits him with a few carefully placed kicks before pulling him in and taking him back down with a Neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Oof. Always a vicious move, seeing someone's head taken down to the mat like that.
Gravedigger walks over and tags in Steeltoe Joe.
Shannan Lerch: This is a damn tough team to beat. Three of the biggest men in WCF! Especially Buzzsaw, I hear.
Zach Davis: Oh come on...
Shannan Lerch: If you said that to Buzzsaw, he'd say "Come on what?"
Zach Davis: ...
Joe comes into the ring and starts stomping away at Steve Orbit. The crowd begins to boo.
Shannan Lerch: It's weird hearing the crowd boo a man that used to be known as the People's Pastor.
Zach Davis: Joe wasn't even supposed to be in this match, so his opponents didn't get much of a chance to scout for him. Another advantage for Team Price.
Joe picks Orbit up and then back down with a Scoop Slam. He backs up and waits for Orbit to try to get up on his own, then runs at him and hits a big kick to his gut. All the air leaves Orbit's body as he holds his stomach in pain. Joe then lifts Orbit up, throws him to the ropes, and hits a Flapjack as he's coming back!
Shannan Lerch: Steeltoe Joe, just taking Steve Orbit apart here.
Joe drops and pins Orbit.
No! Orbit kicks out.
Zach Davis: He's resilient, though, Shannan. He hasn't been a Champion as often and for as long as he has without being tough.
Joe walks over and tags in Buzzsaw. Buzzsaw sneers at Valentine as he gets into the ring and then grabs Orbit, who is still struggling to his feet, and puts him in a Bear Hug.
Shannan Lerch: Team Price has done a good job of isolating Orbit. Makes sense, as Gravedigger's team last year made it to the finals of the Trios Cup Tournament, so he's a man that knows how to win these matches.
Buzzsaw continues to glare at Valentine as he holds Orbit in the Bear Hug. The crowd begins to get behind Orbit, chanting "LET'S GO ORBIT! LET'S GO ORBIT!" This gives Orbit a bit of extra energy and he's able to slip his hands free and clap his arms against Buzzsaw's head. Buzzsaw frees Steve from the Bear Hug, which allows Orbit to run at him and hit a Code Breaker!
Zach Davis: YEAH!
Shannan Lerch: You're not being very impartial here.
Zach Davis: Uh, yeah, I haven't forgiven Eric for beating the crap out of me, so I kinda hate him and his team. Sue me.
Shannan Lerch: Eric might!
Orbit lays on top of Buzzsaw, going for the pin.
No!, Buzzsaw powers out of it. Orbit rolls away and tags in Valentine.
Zach Davis: OH YEAH! HERE WE GO! VALENTINE VERSUS BUZZSAW!
It's unclear as to whether or not Buzzsaw saw Steve's tag, but either way he moves towards his corner and tags Gravedigger back into the match. The crowd begins to boo.
Shannan Lerch: Welp.. guess not this time, Zach.
Gravedigger enters the match, but as he's stepping through the ring ropes Valentine is already attacking him, pummeling him with blows to the head. Being the huge man he is, he's able to shrug most of them off. He takes a big swing at her, but she ducks it and then hits him with a Dropkick. He stumbles back and doesn't go down. She approaches him and goes for a Cutter!, which the crowd pops for, but Gravedigger has it scouted and pushes Valentine away. She's sent into the ropes, comes back, and Gravedigger catches her with a huge Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zach Davis: DAMN! He just threw her clear across the ring!
Gravedigger tags in Steeltoe Joe now.
Shannan Lerch: Yep, Gravedigger knows what he's doing in there; quick tags ahoy.
Joe comes in and picks Valentine up. He lifts her into a Vertical Suplex position and then holds her.
Zach Davis: Joe, almost toying with Valentine now... all the blood rushing to her head. What strength.
After several moments, however, Valentine is able to shift her weight enough so that she drops behind Joe! Joe turns around, RIGHT INTO A CUTTER FROM VALENTINE!
Zach Davis: NICE!
Both wrestlers drop to the mat. Valentine begins crawling towards her corner.
Shannan Lerch: Valentine needs to make a tag... can she make it?
She dives and tags in FPV just as Joe tags Buzzsaw back into the match! FPV and Buzzsaw both meet in the middle of the ring and trade a flurry of strikes. Being a much bigger man, Buzzsaw gets the early advantage, and throws FPV to the ropes. As FPV comes back Buzzsaw hits him with a vicious Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: OOF! Damn!
Bundy stands and the crowd begins to boo. FPV slowly gets back to his feet and Buzzsaw grabs FPV's neck with his giant hand...
Shannan Lerch: Chokeslam! Team Price wins it!
Shannan may've spoken too soon, but Buzzsaw goes for the pin.
NO! FPV KICKS OUT!
Zach Davis: Not yet, Shannan!
Buzzsaw is ready to put him away though. He pulls FPV in...
Shannan Lerch: It's time for either Timber or Felling the Forest!
Buzzsaw lifts FPV up for the Powerbomb, but FPV is able to reverse it and drop Buzzsaw with a DDT!
Zach Davis: Yeah! What a reversal!
FPV quickly pins the downed lumberjack.
NO!, again Buzzsaw powers out!
Shannan Lerch: Close, but no cigar for Frankie!
FPV rolls away and tags Ana Valentine back into the match!
Zach Davis: Alright, we got it this time! Valentine versus Buzzsaw!
Valentine climbs up to the top and waits for Buzzsaw to stand... once he's up he turns around.... she flies off the top and hits him with a Clothesline! The crowd cheers as Buzzsaw goes down, and she gets on top of him - giggity - and pins him!
NO!, Buzzsaw powers out once more!
Shannan Lerch: How is anyone going to keep any of Team Price down!?
Valentine gets up as Buzzsaw begins getting to his feet. Once he's halfway up, she grapples him from behind...
Zach Davis: Is she really going for the Cupid's Arrow? Can she hit that move on a man the size of Bundy?
Maybe, but not tonight. She struggles but she's unable to do it. Bundy breaks free, kicks her in the gut and hits a big Snap Powerbomb.
Shannan Lerch: Daaaaamn.
Bundy then goes to tag in one of his partners, but Valentine has already tagged Orbit back into the ring. Orbit runs at Buzzsaw and hits him with a Clothesline from behind before Buzzsaw can make the tag. Buzzsaw doesn't go down, however. He turns to face Orbit, and gets a Backhand Slap!
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!
Orbit then hits a Jawbreaker. He quickly climbs to the top...
Shannan Lerch: OAKLAND SPLASH!
Orbit hits it! He pins Buzzsaw, hooking the leg.
FPV and Valentine stop Joe and Gravedigger from interfering!
Zach Davis: Genesis gets the victory!
The bell sounds as Genesis' music begins to play. Orbit gets to his feet and gets his arm raised, as do FPV and Ana Valentine.
Shannan Lerch: These three made quite the team!, and they've knocked off Team Price here tonight.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is a six man tag team Trios Cup Tournament match.
"Deceiver of the Gods" by Amon Amarth begins, with the melodic guitar into. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until the heavy part hits, where red and white lights circle. Once Johan growls, a spotlight hits the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He anxiously awaits his competition.
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.
Zach Davis: And there is the first team in this Trios Cup Tournament Match, Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jeff Purse representing Pantheon.
Shannan Lerch: And what a team it is. All three are former World Champions, not to mention Black being a Hall Of Famer. If there was one team in the tournament that was to be called a favorite, this would be that team.
Zach Davis: Well I might just have to argue with you there Shannan. This team is good, but their opponents might just be better.
Purse, Fly and Black stand in their corner talking strategy. 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
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. 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 waits for his match to begin as more cheers and camera flashes go off.
“With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
The 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. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
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. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
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.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera...
Zach Davis: Look at Oblivion!
The Monster thrusts 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!!
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strike the 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!!
The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
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. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing.
Zach Davis: The WCF Arena 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!!!
Shannan Lerch: Everytime I see his entrance I just can't help but think how we can afford all of those effects.
Zach Davis: ....Really? That's what you think when you see that?
Oblivion, Kane and Balfore stand side by side, staring down the three members of Pantheon as Senior Referee Stanley Moser stands in the center of the ring warning both teams to stay back.
Zach Davis: Oblivion, Brad Kane and Odin Balfore...now that is a team Shannan. Just like Pantheon's team you're looking at three former World Champions and a Hall Of Famer in Brad Kane. On paper they may look even but I'm telling you that the Nordic Tank will be the force that puts this team through to the finals.
Shannan Lerch: When exactly did you turn into a huge Odin Balfore fan?
Zach Davis: Last week when I bet this month's salary on Team BKO.
Shannan Lerch: How long did it take you to think that one up?
Zach Davis: Uh...take it away Kyle!
Kyle Steel is standing in the ring beside the referee with a microphone in hand.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, to my right, team number one. Weighing in tonight at a combined 652 pounds, representing Pantheon, Jeff Purse, Corey Black and Jonny Fly!
There's a pop and Kyle is forced to pause as he waits for the crowd to settle down.
Kyle Steel: And to my left, their opponents. Weighing in tonight at a combined 868 pounds, Odin Balfore, Oblivion and Brad Kane.
Again there's a pop as Kyle exits the ring. Balfore, Kane, Fly and Black all exit the ring, leaving Purse and Oblivion in the ring to start for their respective teams. The referee checks with both men and then signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Shannan Lerch: And this match is officially underway!
Purse and Oblivion circle each other a few times as Purse seems to be looking for some way to go at the monster Oblivion. Oblivion doesn't seem to be in the mood for games as he goes right at Purse. Purse ducks Oblivion's outstretched arms and comes up behind him. Purse with a few forearms to the back but they seem to have little effect on the big man. Oblivion turns back around and Jeff catches him with a forearm to the face. It barely fazes Oblivion, who in turn shoves Purse backward to the mat. Jeff now scampering back away from Oblivion.
Zach Davis: What is Jeff doing thinking he can go in there shot for shot with Oblivion? He's giving up almost a hundred pounds.
Shannan Lerch: Indeed. Purse is going to have to use his quickness to try and keep the big man guessing if he's going to last in there.
Purse quickly back up to his feet and Oblivion again goes right after him. Purse tries to scamper away again but Oblivion catches hold of him by the arm and drags him right back. Oblivion now shoving Purse backward into the corner before driving his shoulder right into Purse's midsection. Purse doubles over as the air sucked from his lungs but Oblivion stands him back up and drives another shoulder into his gut. The referee gets involved warning Oblivion to get him out of the corner as he starts a five count. Oblivion with a knee to the gut that leaves Purse clutching the ropes to stay on his feet before backing off.
Zach Davis: Wow we have seen Oblivion look dominant before but the way he's kept Purse neutralized so far is just scary.
Oblivion walks over to his corner and tags in Balfore, who steps over the top rope and walks over to Purse with Oblivion. The referee tells Oblivion to get out of the ring before he starts up a five count. Purse explodes out of the corner with a forearm to the face of Odin that catches the big man off his guard. Purse now with kicks to the shins of Odin that has him backing off. Purse runs to the ropes and looks to come back with more offense when Oblivion levels him with a big clothesline. The referee at four in his count as Oblivion walks over to the ropes and steps out onto the apron. Fly and Black not at all happy as they yell at the referee to do his job the right way. Odin mocks them before turning his attention back to Purse who is still down on the mat. Balfore grabbing him by the head with both hands and pulling him up to his feet with ease.
Shannan Lerch: This is looking bad. Really bad.
Odin toying with Purse as he pie faces him before grabbing an arm and whipping him into the ropes. Purse hits them and comes back at Odin, who looks to hit another big clothesline. Purse ducks it and hits the ropes behind Odin. Odin spins around in time to catch a dropkick to the knee. Odin drops down to one knee as he clutches the one that just got hit and Purse quickly snaps off a kick to the side of Odin's head. The big man falls over and Purse quickly dives on top of him for the pin attempt.
And as the referee's hand smacks the canvas for one, Odin powers Purse off of him, sending him rolling off to the side. Odin right back up to his feet as Purse tries to make it to his corner. Odin cuts him off at the center of the ring, grabbing him by the ankle and dragging him back toward his corner. Purse however fights back, kicking at Odin's legs with his free foot. Odin drops Purse's leg as Purse hops back up to his feet and delivers a dropkick to Odin's chest. Odin stumbles back from the kick and Purse runs to his corner where he slaps the first hand he sees, which happens to belong to Corey Black.
Zach Davis: Corey Black and Odin Balfore, this is going to be interesting to say the least.
But what no one, except the referee, sees is Brad Kane reach over the ropes and tag himself in. Odin himself doesn't even acknowledge the tag as he goes right after Black. Black not about to back down from Odin as he ducks a punch and comes up with an elbow to the jaw. Odin clutching his jaw as Black takes to trying to chop down the redwood that is Balfore with lightning fast kicks to the legs. Odin finally goes down to his knees and Black connects with a running front dropkick to the chest that knocks him onto his back. Black now with the pin attempt.
But the referee isn't counting. Black looks up at the referee screaming at him to count but the referee is telling him that Odin isn't the legal man. Black up to his feet and right in the referee's face demanding to know what's going on. The referee tries explaining to him that there was a tag but before he can say who it was, Brad Kane enters the ring behind Black. The referee finally spits out Kane's name and Black turns around in time to catch a roundhouse to the side of the head. Kane with the pin attempt.
But Black is able to kick out at one and a half. Balfore rolls himself out of the ring as Kane keeps Black down with a few stomps to the chest and midsection. Kane now laying Black's arm out to the side before he drops a knee right across the elbow. Black clutches the elbow as Kane kicks him back over onto his back before dropping another knee across the elbow.
Zach Davis: Smart thinking by Brad here. Everyone knows Corey Black's love of using his elbows as weapons so by attacking them you're taking away a bulk of his offense.
Black holding onto his arm as Kane pulls him up to his feet. Kane now trying to shoot Black into the ropes when Corey reverses it and sends Kane into the ropes. Kane comes back and Black catches him with a spinning elbow to the face. Kane drops to the mat but Black has to grasp his elbow in obvious pain. Kane with enough time to recover and get up to his knees before Black turns his attention back to him. Black trying to pull Kane up but Kane fights him off with jabs to the gut. Kane now turning the tables on Black as he fires off some elbows to the face, driving Black back toward the ropes. Black grabs hold of the top rope and the referee steps in with a five count. Kane continues with the offense right up to the count of four before backing off, his hands in the air. Black trying to shake off the elbows he just took as the referee does what he can to keep Kane back but not paying attention as Balfore circles around the ring post and catches Black with a clothesline.
Shannan Lerch: Come on ref!
Fly is screaming at the referee who is still busy with Kane, who now apparently is crying wolf about a scratch on his elbow. Balfore hops down off of the apron and pulls Black out of the ring before tossing him into the ringside barricade. Jonny Fly has had enough with all of this nonsense as he hops down off the apron and starts to go right after Odin. With Odin's back turned, Fly spins him around and catches him with a european uppercut. Odin stumbles back and Fly runs before spearing him to the ground. Oblivion now hopping down off the apron and he goes after Fly. Fly stomping away at Odin and never sees Oblivion until he gets shoved into the barricade. Oblivion now working Fly over with lefts and rights as the referee finally notices what is going on outside of the ring. The referee yelling at everyone to break it up and get back to their corners but he is of course ignored. Kane's not even focused on Black and gets rolled up. The referee of course is missing what is easily a three count as Kane was caught completely off guard and Black has to let him go.
Zach Davis: That should have been the match!
Black is up to his feet and totally pissed off as he spins the referee back around. The referee is yelling about Black touching him and Black is yelling about him missing what could have been the pin to win the match. Outside of the ring Oblivion has Fly set up against the barricade and looks to be going for Check Out Time when from out of nowhere comes Jeff Purse leaping off of the ring steps and connecting with a clothesline that drives Oblivion to the ground. Back in the ring Kane is back up to his feet and he and Black are trading lefts and rights as the referee gives up on what's happening outside the ring and focuses on the legal men. Kane from out of nowhere tries to hit THE Backfist but Black has it scouted and ducks it. Kane spins completely around and Black gets him with a knee to the gut before dropping him with a neckbreaker. Black with the pin attempt.
But Kane kicks out at two. Kane now trying to get back up but Black tackles him right back down to the mat before getting him in a modified seated abdominal stretch. Black now with elbows to the side of the head, trying his damndest to knock Kane out. Outside of the ring Odin has started to recover and sees what's happening in the ring. He makes it to the apron and tries to slide in only to get caught by Fly. Fly now trying to drag him back out of the ring, getting the referee's attention. With the referee not looking Kane counters the only way he can by jamming a thumb back into Black's eye. Black has to quit with the elbows as he covers up his eye with both hands and Kane is able to get away. Kane now scrambling to his corner, looking for a tag, but then realizes his partners are elsewhere. Looking around he yells for Oblivion or Odin as Black is still partially blinded. Oblivion and Purse are going at it still, as are Fly and Balfore and Kane looks exasperated that he can't get a tag. Seeing no other option, Kane gets to his feet and then runs right at the ropes, diving through them with a suicide dive right into Purse. Purse is driven back into the barricade as Kane rolls off to the side clutching his shoulder. Black is finally able to see clearly and decides to follow Kane's lead by running and diving out of the ring, hitting Balfore with a suicide dive. The referee, who has clearly lost control of this match, says screw it and starts with a ten count as Fly and Oblivion try to get their respective partners back to their feet.
Shannan Lerch: And I can't believe I have to say this in the middle of all of this action, but we need to take a commercial break now.
Zach Davis: Now?!?!
Shannan Lerch: I know!
We cut to commercial for a full two minutes before we come back to the action. Black and Kane are both down on the mat as we quickly show you what happened during the commercial break.
Jonny Fly pulling Corey Black back up to his feet and rolling him back into the ring before half helping, half dragging Jeff Purse back over to their corner. Oblivion doing the same as he helps Balfore to his feet and then they both help Kane up before rolling him into the ring.
Back to what's happening now and both Black and Kane are trying to get to their corners. Black finally gets to his and he dives to slap the outstretched hand of the only man not to be legal in this match yet, Jonny Fly. Fly enters the ring just as Odin is tagged in by Kane. Odin starts to step over the top rope when Fly catches him with an elbow. Odin caught up on the top rope and Fly begins to bounce it up and down as the referee starts a five count. Fly lets go at four and the referee immediately starts in on Fly about listening to him. Odin finally gets himself into the ring but is holding his groin in obvious discomfort. Fly pushes past the referee and catches Odin with a european uppercut that knocks the big man back but he stays upright. Fly now running and hitting the ropes before coming back, looking to hit a spear. Odin saw it coming from a mile away and side steps, sticking his foot out for Fly to trip on. Fly tumbles on the mat and comes up by the ropes. Odin now going after him as Fly pulls himself up using the ropes. Odin grabs him by the arm and tries to pull him close but Fly holds onto the top rope with his free arm. The referee starts up a five count as Odin is playing tug of war with Fly as the rope. Odin drops the arm at four so he doesn't get disqualified and Fly from out of nowhere connects with a superkick. Odin drops to the mat and Fly falls on top of him for the pin attempt.
But Odin kicks out before three! Every fan in attendence stands up in shock. Fly rolls onto his back and looks up at the referee, pleading with him to tell him that was three. The referee holds up two fingers and says no. Fly closes his eyes and smacks the mat in anger before pushing himself up. Odin is still down on the mat out of it as Fly looks to the corner. He heads over to it and begins to climb up to the top rope as Oblivion sees what he's going for. With the referee checking on Odin, Oblivion reaches Fly just as he reaches the top turnbuckle and readies himself for the Fly Swatter. Oblivion quickly with a chop of the legs that sends Fly facefirst to the mat off the top turnbuckle and he lands hard. Oblivion now going back to his corner as Balfore starts to shake off the superkick. Seeing Fly down on the mat Balfore gets to him as fast as he can and tries for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!?!
The three count was broken up but not by Fly.
Or even Corey Black.
It was Brad Kane.
Shannan Lerch: What is Brad Kane doing?!?!
Zach Davis: Odin Balfore had Jonny Fly set up for the pinfall and was about to get the three count when Kane ran into the ring and kicked him in the back of the head.
Oblivion now entering the ring as he looks pissed as all hell. Kane slides out of the ring, a blank expression on his face as Oblivion is enraged. Back in the ring Fly seems to be out of it as he gets up to his feet. Oblivion turns around and out of instinct Fly snaps off a superkick. He stumbles away and tags in Jeff Purse, who is already on the top rope. Purse flies off the top...
Shannan Lerch: THE DEFLATER!
Purse lands on top of Oblivion!
"Parabola" by Tool hits as Purse rolls off of Oblivion, completely exhausted. Black and Fly enter the ring to help him to his feet as they keep an eye on Kane.
Shannan Lerch: And there you have it folks, Pantheon advances to the next round of the Trios Cup Tournament...with an assist from Brad Kane. What the heck do you suppose that was all about?
Zach Davis: I have no idea Shannan, I'm just as shocked as you.
Pantheon exits the ring. Brad Kane now sliding back into the ring, the crowd in a state of shock as Brad calls for a microphone looking down upon both Balfore and Oblivion. He raises the microphone to his mouth while the crowd remains silent waiting for what he has to say. The three Pantheon members are confused themselves as Kane inhales.
Brad Kane: Pantheon...
Everyone in the arena begins to rise to their feet. He's making everyone wait, including Pantheon. Brad looks around before continuing on.
Brad Kane: ... Mode engaged.
Kane drops the microphone as no one in the crowd knows what to think as Brad jumps out of the ring to high five Jeff Purse while Black and Fly are completely stunned.
Shannan Lerch: "Pantheon Mode Engaged"? What does that mean?
Zach Davis: I have no idea!
Suddenly the lights go completely dark, camera flashes are the only lights that can be seen coming from the crowd. We hear a piano start playing a soft, familiar melody which is quickly accompanied by heavy drum beats.
Zach Davis: And it looks like we're about to be joined by our brand new World Champion!
Shannan Lerch: This place is already erupting and she's not even out here yet!
A large spotlight hovers now over the stage, just left of the entrance way. We zoom in closely to see the rock band Evanescence all set and ready to perform. The crowd cheers LOUDLY for the band as Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch look on in confusion.
Shannan Lerch: Uhm...well folks it appears we have a treat in a live band performance.
She leans over and speaks softly to Zach Davis.
Shannan Lerch: I wasn't informed of this.
Zach Davis: Neither was I, but wow what a treat!
Back on the stage, the piano tune continues along with drum beat in a very catchy harmony as the performance begins. This is an altered and very special live performance that has been tailored specifically for the new World Champion.
Amy Lee:(singing) You know that I'm the only one......
The crowd is listening as the song starts, the drum beats and piano in perfect melody with her voice.
Amy Lee:(singing) When they all come crashing down....midflight....
The melody gets very soft now, with only the piano playing as she continues.
Amy Lee: We're all grieving....lost and bleeding......
Suddenly they hault playing as a spotlight now centers on the stage right in front of the entrance ramp, a huge flurry of explosions go off all the way around the entrance wall and then everything goes pitch black for a few long moments. Finally one last HUGE explosion goes off and the spotlight shines again on the entrance as the words THE ONLY ONE appear on the video wall. Now the band picks up the music as pipe organ, piano, drums and multiple guitars key in. What was just cheers for Evanescence quickly became a MASSIVE ERUPTION as we see our new World Champion step onto the stage. The stunning redhead is dressed in her brand new signature tee 'Making History', a pair of light blue denim jeans and a pair of black laced leather boots. Her radiant red hair flows freely over her shoulders and her emerald eyes sparkle bright under the lights above. Her left arm is still taped up a bit after the recent surgery she'd had done. She wears her sterling silver pentacle charm as always and of course her ensemble is topped off with the WCF World title around her waist. The bridge to the song picks up.
Amy Lee: ALL OUR LIVES....
Sarah takes her time on the stage, extending her arms to her side as she points out to the crowd, smiling. They are cheering, screaming...some of them even crying with joy. There are signs displayed throughout the crowd some of them reading...
"Dreams do come true!"
"Sarah Made History!"
And of course because we are in France.
"Nous vous aimons, Sarah!"
The song continues.
Amy Lee: WE'VE BEEN WAITING....
Sarah steps forward as the MASSIVE cheers continue, she continues to smile with her pearly whites, glancing toward Amy Lee and then back ahead as the song continues.
Amy Lee: FOR SOMEONE TO CALL OUR LEADER....
Everyone is on their feet as they watch our World Champion slowly make her way down the ramp, taking her time to mingle with the EXCITED crowd. She signs a few autographs on her way and is greeted with a few hugs from young girls who obviously look up to her.
Amy Lee: ALL THIS TIME....
She stops just before getting to ringsside and hops the barricade into the crowd which causes another massive SPIKE in cheers. She removes the World Championship from her waist and holds it high above her head from within the crowd as the cheers continue to erupt.
Amy Lee: YOU WERE NOT BELIEVING.....
Finally she returns to the main entryway and the lights follow her as she approaches closer to the ring, the cheers now defeaning.
Amy Lee: AND NOW YOU SEE, THE LIGHT SHINES DOWN ON ME.....
The music slows up slightly as Amy prepares for the next verse, the crowd is beyond bonkers right now and everyone continues to cheer and scream and just soak up this historic moment.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NEW WCF World Heavyweight Champion....."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Zach Davis: It's been MONTHS in the making and finally, as the night came to a close at Aftermath we saw a new World Champion crowned...the very FIRST woman in WCF history to capture the prize! People are here tonight to be a part of history...to share in a moment that will live on in the hearts and minds of everyone in this crowd and everyone watching at home... forever.
Shannan Lerch: This is GREAT! You can hardly hear yourself think this crowd is so loud...so full of energy and they are ALL behind Sarah Twilight. I...have never seen anything like it.
Sarah heads up the ringsteps and to the apron, she turns, looking out over the entire crowd, soaking in every part of this special moment, and the arena ERUPTS even more.
Amy Lee: So afraid to open your eyes....
Sarah steps into the ring now, walking confidently to the center, and she removes the World title from around her waist, she holds it up over her head with one hand, and the cheers continue, the crowd looks PUMPED.
Amy Lee: We're all grieving....lost and bleeding....
Sarah heads to a turnbuckle, climbing to the second rope, and again displays the World Title much to the delight of the crowd, and she is soaking up every minute of it.
Amy Lee: ALL OUR LIVES.....
Sarah repeats the same with each turnbuckle, taking her time and sharing this moment with the crowd. Pyros rain down from above as the last of the song is played out by Evanescence.
Amy Lee: Don't look down....
Amy Lee: ALL OUR LIVES...
The performance of "The Only One" ends with a finale of sound, beautiful notes and harmony, however the crowd is SO loud we can barely even hear our broadcast team. Sarah remains in the ring, getting a microphone, but the crowd is far from done in showing their support for the champ.
Zach Davis: (yelling) You can hardly hear anything in here aside from this crowd's reaction to our new World Champion, Shannan.
Shannan Lerch: (yelling) What did you say, Zach? I can't hear you, the crowd is way too loud.
It takes almost a full five minutes before the crowd finally settles enough that Sarah is able to begin speaking.
Sarah Twilight: It's been a long road....but every minute of it has been worth it. Because I've finally made it! WE have finally made it!
The crowd elevates it's cheers yet again with "YOU ARE AWESOME" chants beginning to ring out. Sarah shakes her head as she blushes a bit, smiling.
Sarah Twilight: You know, as I stand here today, I think back to a time where this...all of this....
She points all around the arena before taking the World Championship in her hand and looks at it intently.
Sarah Twilight: Was never a part of my life. Where I didn't have a direction and I didn't have a dream to achieve what I have over the years. I mean, who would have ever thought that winding up at a small wrestling school out in California for anger management would turn into this?
She holds up the World Championship high above her once again and there is another huge spike in cheers.
Zach Davis: And she deserves it...every bit of it. Worked so hard and so long but here she is, the WCF World Champion.
Shannan Lerch: She defines the heart and soul of this company. What she gone through to make it where she is is nothing short of amazing.
Sarah Twilight: In the end, my road lead me here. I have busted my ass for the better part of my life to make it to the very top. And during it all...I've had everyone always tell me the same thing. "You can't do it." "You just aren't cut out for it." And when I showed up here last year with a chip on my shoulder and despite that showed the world that I belong here....that I AM one of the very best in the business....they looked the other way. I headlined last year's Explosion three weeks...just THREE WEEKS into my employment and I was told 'You just can't get the job done.' How many people do you know who make that kind of a mark just three weeks into signing?
The crowd erupts for her again.
Sarah Twilight: I've been a WCF Tag Team champion. I've been the Television Champion...and for the most part, I have been undefeated in all of my time here and yet none of that was good enough. Not for me, not for anyone. I'd still get the jabs backstage and the insults. "Sarah just isn't good enough", they'd say. No matter what I accomplished or what I have done, it just was the same routine from everyone backstage.
Zach Davis: It's no secret the amount of grief this woman has had to endure over the last several months.
Shannan Lerch: It had been the talk of the locker room for quite some time, that's for sure.
The crowd boos at the mention of those who didn't support Sarah.
Sarah Twilight: Then...I went on to win the WCF Classic...the first woman to do THAT, and those very same people told me "Well something like that doesn't matter." And again I was told I just didn't have what it takes. Well you know what? To all the Gravediggers and Jonny Flys...to all of the people in the back who said that I was incapable of winning the big one, that I wasn't good enough.....THIS....
She again holds the World Championship skyward, very proudly and the expression upon her face displays the value and respect she has for the championship.
Sarah Twilight: This says otherwise!
Crowd: YOU MADE IT! YOU MADE IT! YOU MADE IT!
Crowd: SARAH TWILIGHT! *clap clap, clap clap clap* SARAH TWILIGHT! *clap clap, clap clap clap* SARAH TWILIGHT! *clap clap, clap clap clap* SARAH TWILIGHT! *clap clap, clap clap clap*
Sarah Twilight: And this moment, it means everything to me. To stand here as your WCF World Champion and to be the very first woman to ever do so is an honor that I will keep with me for the rest of my life. I stand here in a moment that is something that can never be taken away from me. I will always be the first woman to have won the WCF World Championship. And I will carry it and defend it with PRIDE and RESPECT...something that has been lacking in this company for a long time now. Because I am PROUD to be YOUR WCF WORLD CHAMPION!
Again the crowd ERUPTS like CRAZY with cheers and screams.
Sarah Twilight: I told everyone that I would do WHATEVER it took to put an END to Eric Price....and that is exactly what I did. I went through the pits of HELL to get to where I am and I do not regret one single moment of it. You know, when you have to fight through as many trials and tribulations as I have...it makes victory THAT much sweeter. To have heard Eric Price beg...that was just the icing on the cake. I wanted to end him so badly that when he did utter those final words of his....I'd almost not even realized that I'd just become the WCF World Champion. The realization finally set in and it was a moment that I will never forget...EVER.
Zach Davis: And you could see it in her eyes at Aftermath. Despite everything, you could see the pride on her face as her eyes lit up realizing that she had finally captured the World Championship. She had finally achieved her dream.
Shannan Lerch: It's something that can never be duplicated again in her life. It was just....amazing. Pure energy and emotion.
Sarah Twilight: And then....Odin Balfore happened.
HUGE BOOS from the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: But that's alright because we are having our moment right here and right NOW! I am not going to let Odin or anyone else ruin this. So as far as Odin Balfore is concerned...I'll address him next week. Right now, this is OUR TIME!
The crowd is filled with emotion once again as they cheer for their new world champion. "The Only One" hits over the PA system now as it's no longer a live version and confetti and balloons fall from the rafters as the crowd just continues to cheer and scream and yell.
Sarah Twilight: Do we have the boxes?
She motions someone at ringside who starts handing out some new 'Making History' tees to people in the crowd. Sarah smiles as she again holds the World Championship skyward as she takes to the turnbuckles. As the music continues, we get another POP from the crowd as JEFF PURSE emerges and begins down the ramp. In his hands he has a few of the new Sarah Twilight tees and he hands them to random crowd members as he makes his way to the ring.
Shannan Lerch: And...Jeff Purse is out here...again?
Zach Davis: Undoubtedly to congratulate Sarah officially?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know....could the rumors be true? Could Eric Price be onto something?
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Eric Price and truth are two things that do not blong in the same sentence.
Jeff slides into the ring and he is nodding his head and clapping for Sarah as she turns to see him, hopping down from the turnbuckle. He mouths something to her.
Jeff Purse: Congrats...Champ.
Sarah smiles as she continues celebrating and Jeff Purse moves in and gives her a hug. There are many 'ooohs' and 'ahhhs' from the crowd. The two embrace in a slightly longer than expected hug and as they let go of the hug, they keep hold of each others hands for a few lingeringseconds. The look they exchange between them could be interpreted many ways...but the sparkle in Jeff's eyes and the subsequent sparkle in Sarah's seem to...push thoughts in one direction more than others. They smile at each other, and Sarah seems to blush a little bit.
Shannan Lerch: Oh my God it's true!
Zach Davis: What? They hugged....it's a huge moment for Sarah. The emotions are running at an all time high.
Shannan Lerch: No way, that exchange looked a little 'too' friendly to me.
Suddenly, a voice is heard over the PA.
Voice: Hold up, hold up.
Jeff and Sarah turn towards the ramp, where they see "The Mack" Steve Orbit standing at the top. He looks dead serious.
Steve Orbit: What's up, Sarah? Can't pick up a phone? Can't return a call?
Sarah looks confused.
Sarah Twilight: Steve, I--
Steve Orbit: I see you brought Jeff Purse out here to celebrate with you. Really Sarah? You celebrate out here with him, but what about Genesis? Huh? You forgot about us?
Sarah just looks at Steve, trying to process what's happening.
Steve Orbit: What happened to my invitation, Sarah? Lost in the mail? Huh?
Sarah Twilight: Are you serious, Steve? You're really gonna do this, right now?
Steve Orbit: What am I doin'? Reminding you that YOU alone ain't Genesis? Genesis is all of us?
Sarah shakes her head. She seems totally caught off guard.
Sarah Twilight: Steve, what the hell? Can we just talk about this later?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, yeah. Later. It's always fuckin' later. You know what? Whatever. Enjoy your celebration.
Orbit disappears behind the curtain. Sarah stands there in shock, before Jeff starts talking to her-- we can't hear what he's saying, but it looks like he's telling her not to worry about it and get back to enjoying the moment.
Shannan Lerch: It appears that Sarah's 'friendship' with Jeff is starting to cause trouble in both Pantheon and Genesis. It's like a modern day Romeo and Juliet story.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Romeo and Juliet? They're just friends! This looks a lot more like Steve Orbit being a bit jealous over Sarah's success that he had to come out here and interrupt her moment.
Shannan Lerch: That might be the case. But do you really think that Sarah being out here with Jeff is doing her any favors with her stablemates?
Zach Davis: I don't see Frank or Ana out here complaining. Only Orbit. It's Sarah's moment, I think she can enjoy it how she wants.
Shannan Lerch: You mean with her loverboy Romeo?
Zach Davis: Shannan, they said they're just friends and that's that. Let it alone.
Shannan Lerch: Alright, fine. Well that's all the time we have for tonight folks. Sarah Twilight continues to celebrate with this capacity crowd! Until next week.
The celebration continues as Sarah and Jeff leave the ring and continue to mingle with the fans. Again they seem to be a little 'extra' chummy with one another, smiling and living up the moment as Slam fades out.