The camera opens backstage in the hallways of the Telifonica Arena. The entire laneway is deserted; nothing but closed doors. A few murmurs can be heard behind them, before one flings open. As it returns from the rebound hit, a sign with the word 'Directors' can be seen on it. Rebellion's John Gable and Morientes steps out, each wearing an odd look on his face. Morientes is looking as calm as always, but Gable's Television Title is firmly strapped around his waist, with his hands protecting it, almost in... paranoia?
They walk out of the door, and stare at each other. Gable is still cradling his championship extremely tightly. Morientes's glance lowers to his unnatural pose, before returning to look Gable straight in the eye.
Morientes: So... we good? You heard what the board of directors had to say just now. They agreed that the match Seth put between the two of us won't be happening tonight, since we are still in the Trios Cup and all. I don't know when it will be happen, but rest assured that it will not affect our match tonight at all.
Gable kept his peace, only continuing to clutch the title. Morientes, curious as to why his rival is so quiet, carries on.
Morientes: Look John, I have no desire at all to take that title of your shoulder, and you know it. I got bigger fish to fry, and if you don't believe that, just ask Gravedigger later on. I got a big night for him. And if you're concerned about Seth, he's going to be in for a reprimand by them. Apparently you can't just book matches without submitting an application form prior to making the call. So no worries there bobo.
An awkward silence follows, as Gable observes his Spanish compatriot.
John Gable: Whatever. You of all people, are not going to take this away from me. Never. This is mine.
He walks away quickly, leaving a stunned Morientes in the dust. The camera closes as both of them walk away in separate directions.
After a video detailing some of Slam's biggest moments from the last 250 shows, Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai plays and we're live from Madrid, Spain! The fans cheer and are already chanting for Morientes. We go to Zach and Shannan.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! This international tour has been amazing, and I'm sure tonight will be no exception.
Shannan Lerch: It better not be! After 250 Slams, they've only gotten better and better. I can't believe this is our 250th show!
Zach Davis: Actually we're well past 250, thanks to all those episodes we lost back in 2005 or whenever, but... close enough, yeah!
Shannan Lerch: Anyway, for our main event we've got the World Champion in action! Sarah Twilight teams up with the number one contender, Skyler Striker, to face the team of Waylon Cash and Odin Balfore.
Zach Davis: Interesting pairings. After what Odin did to Sarah, I'm sure she's ready to get her revenge. Same for her and Waylon Cash. I hope she beats some sense into him.
Shannan Lerch: The Trios Cup Tournament continues! Huge match as we see Team Pantheon face off against Team Genesis. Only one of WCF's two biggest factions can make it into the finals - which shall it be?
Zach Davis: We've also got Team Rebellion facing the bizarre trio of Kira Sakazaki, Grave Dancer, and Voodoo. Can Morientes and Gable overcome the friction they've been having, not to mention Morientes' feud with Gravedigger?
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane shocked, well, pretty much everyone last week as he basically cost his team the match... and seemingly aligned himself with Pantheon? I'm not too sure what's going on there, the whole reason he returned to WCF was to help Seth get Pantheon out of power!
Zach Davis: Tonight he's facing a teammate from last week that he screwed over, the Hardcore Champion, Oblivion. Maybe we'll find out some more answers tonight.
Shannan Lerch: Tek and Steeltoe Joe are being forced to team up again for one night only, presumably, to face The Beholder and The Disease. Ever since Joe turned on Genesis, he and Tek have been at each other's throats.
Zach Davis: There must be something in the water. Everyone that leaves Genesis becomes some huge jerk.
Shannan Lerch: We've got a Television Title Contendership match featuring Buzzsaw Bundy, Cheetah Fighter, and Denise D'evil. Whoever wins that will get a shot at Gable's TV Title.
Zach Davis: And in our opener.... for what feels like YEARS, we've seen feuding between Doc Henry, Adam Young, and Corey Black. Never ending feuding. But now, finally, that all ends.
Shannan Lerch: One last match to settle the score between these three... I can't wait!
Zach Davis: With this being the 250th episode of Slam, we are bound for one hell of a night! But before we kick off the festivities, I've received word backstage that a certain someone requested for airtime before we kick start the night!
Shannan Lerch: I can hazard a guess at who this person is Zach. Let's wait and see.
An intense silence fills the Telifonica Arena, as the people await the arrival of one of the most anticipated arrivals to grace the stadium. And finally...
The clashing of two swords fills the stadium for a couple of seconds as the lights dim, before the sound of a shotgun goes off. The capacity crowd erupts CRAZILY as "Back For More" by Five Finger Death Punch starts to play, and Morientes walks out from the back, all smiles and dressed in his usual fighting attire and carrying a microphone in one hand.
Zach Davis: Mr. Morientes, who left this very country earlier this year to join the WCF in America, is back in town. What a reaction we are having!
Shannan Lerch: As I suspected. Looks like he's getting a very partisan reaction from these Spanish fans. Just listen to them!
Crowd: MORI-ENTES! MORI-ENTES! MORI-ENTES!
Morientes walks down the entrance ramp as the fans continue to go wild. He slaps a few hands as he enters the ring, eliciting cheers from the pro-Morientes crowd at every motion.
Zach Davis: Such a moving reaction from all these people. This hometown support isn't going to make the opponents in his match later on feel very ambitious, I suppose.
Shannan Lerch: No, I can't say I envy Team Kira tonight. Voodoo, Grave Dancer, and himself may be in enemy territory in their match later on tonight!
Zach Davis: And not to mention John Gable! It's no secret that the two men don't really get along. And with Sethcretary's breaking announcement last week, tension must be high between the two. The TV Title bout has been postponed indefinitely instead, due to Team Rebellion's victory over Waylon Cash and company last week leading them to the next round of the Trios Cup.
WCF's favorite Spaniard stands in the middle of the ring with a smile on his face, silent as he looks over at the thousands of cheering fans in his hometown. The stands seem to be exploding, as the noise gets even more raucous.
Crowd: EL NIÑO! EL NIÑO! EL NIÑO!
Morientes's smile grows even bigger as he raises the microphone up to his lips.
Morientes: Hola, compatriotas!
More cheers greet his words.
Morientes: It's been quite a while since I've wrestled in my very own country, isn't it? I left for the WCF five months ago, and lo and behold, I'm back... here in MADRID!
He paces the ring, absorbed in his own thoughts. The crowd is buzzing with positive energy.
Morientes: It's great to be back in front of my familia, but make no mistake. Tonight... I'm here to talk about one man. Not Kira Sakazaki, not Voodoo, not Grave Dancer not Sethcretary, not even John Gable. One man.
A chorus of boos resonate around the arena at the mention of every single name; Gable's name particularly.
Zach Davis: Ahh... even the charming Kira gets slammed here in Madrid. Not a common occurrence you see, won't you agree?
Shannan Lerch: No, but that's cause they are biased as all hell. As I said, Morientes got home turf advantage tonight. He's going to be twice as tough to face here than anywhere else, that's for sure.
Morientes stops in the middle of the ring once again.
Morientes: Gravedigger, you bastard. Respect is a dual-edged sword, and if you think I need your opinion to validate my status here in the WCF, you got another thing coming to you. I don't need to challenge you to know that I'm better than you. But after what you said and did last week, you recaptured my attention once again.
The Spaniard walks over to the ropes closest to the entrance ramp and lies on it. The crowd is fully into his promo by this point of time; many of them watch WCF regularly and know what despicable things the Hall-Of-Famer had did in his time.
Morientes: A Barbed Wire Massacre match?
He shakes his head.
Morientes: I'm sorry señor, but I'm afraid I'm not very clear on what that entails. Is it a hardcore match? Or is it something similar to the Abject Humiliation match where Mr. Price cried and submitted to Sarah Twilight? Ah well, guess I'll never know.
Morientes sighs exaggeratedly, before pointing a finger towards the entrance ramp.
Morientes: So. Gravedigger, do you mind explaining yourself? I know you're listening back home in America. So come on now. I'm waiting.
A brief silence follows, before the big screen comes to life. Heavy booing ensues, as a suited-up Gravedigger is seen reclining comfortably on a chair holding a lighted cigar. Morientes stares at the image, a steely expression on his face.
Gravedigger: Morientes. You’re lucky that I even bothered allowing the people from WCF in here to set up for our little “confrontation”. But hey, once I heard that Slam would air in Spain, your home country, I thought what better chance to show the Hispanic and Latin American people who they are BEST represented by.
The jeers start escalating, but Gravedigger is still able to make himself heard.
Gravedigger: So you want to know what a Barbed Wire Massacre match is? It’s a match where everything at ringside is wrapped in barbed wire, even the ropes are wrapped in barbed wire. It’s going to be one of the most brutal matches you’ll ever be in. Last year, I was beaten by Oblivion, but things are going to be different this year. This year, I’m going to not only humiliate you in the middle of the ring, I’m going to BRUTALIZE you!
Enough about the PPV though, let’s talk about tonight. I’m surprised to see you didn’t really learn from last week when you were out there alone. I may be here in America, but let me tell you, Mara Salvatrucha is WELL represented in Spain tonight!
Zach Davis: Oh my goodness, not again! Looks like Gravedigger is up to his usual tricks once again, even when he's back home!
Morientes, whose attention was focused solely on Gravedigger and Adrian, fails to notice, yet again, the three MS-13 members who jumped the guardrail from the audience. But before they could enter the ring and attack Mr. M, two of them were immediately hoisted back by the crowd. The remaining gang member, Gravedigger's favored right hand man Adrian did not see the commotion, and charged the ring. A smirking Morientes sidesteps the out-of-control Adrian and brings him down hard with a brutal savate kick, impacting the MS-13 member's chin with a sickening thud.
Zach Davis: That was close! But what happened to the other two fellows?
Shannan Lerch: Wait, who's that in the crowd!?
Indeed, as the camera gets a better angle at the other still-struggling assailants, it's seen that Morientes's stablemates, Vengeance and Ninja, have entered the fray. While the Spanish crowds are holding their limbs back and rendering them unable to move, Vengeance and Ninja are delivering devastating punches and kicks to their defenseless bodies. Morientes steps over the prone body of Adrian and observes the assault with a sardonic look on his face.
Zach Davis: Oh my goodness, it looks like Morientes was actually biding his time for Gravedigger tonight. He's not oblivious... he's just playing the Hall-Of-Famer for a fool!
Shannan Lerch: Gravedigger isn't happy! This partisan crowd is not letting his cronies take advantage of Morientes anymore!
Gravedigger: GET UP!!
Finally, Vengeance and Ninja relent on their beatings, and throw the unconscious MS-13 members aside, before joining Morientes in the ring. Security immediately comes to their aid, preventing any more Spanish fans from delivering any more punishment. Adrian however, is in the ring, still cradling his head from that sickening kick just mere minutes ago. Morientes lifts his mic up and stares at the livid face of Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: You’re lucky I’m not there in Spain, Morientes! How dare you attack my men! Who do you think you are?!
Morientes: Aww... don't get too angry there Digger. It's not you that's being beaten up week, after week, after week. Ojo por ojo, diente por diente. After getting jumped by your little gang for so long, you actually think that I'll confront you without at least telling my friends about it?
Zach Davis: Simply incredible work from the young man, out thinking a veteran at his own game.
Shannan Lerch: I don't know... I don't think I've ever seen Gravedigger this mad!
His lower lip trembling in pure rage, Gravedigger points a finger towards Morientes.
Gravedigger: You just wait until the pay-per-view, Morientes! I’m going to tear you apart! You’ll know full well what a Barbed Wire Massacre match really is!!
The crowd starts booing again.
Morientes: I don't think so, amigo. You see, I lied when I said I didn't know what a Barbed Wire Massacre match was. I watched you and Oblivion go at it years ago, for crying out loud. But still...
He looks down at Adrian.
Morientes: Wouldn't hurt to get some practice, would it?
Gravedigger: Wait, what!?
But before Gravedigger could say another word, Morientes has already exited the ring. He ducks under the apron for a couple of seconds, and returns, clutching a 2x4 in hand. Vengeance and Ninja, similarly, retrieve a steel chair and a wooden table respectively. The crowd is roaring in approval, and on the screen, Gravedigger's face has changed to a sickly gray.
Zach Davis: Adrian is in deep, deep trouble.
Shannan Lerch: Don't do it Morientes! Don't get yourself into more shit than you already are!
Zach Davis: Oh, come on Shannan. Rebellion has been targeted and attacked by these idiots for such a long time. It's about time they turned the tables.
Morientes: I don't have any barbed wire with me right now. But I'm going to have some in two weeks... culo!
Lifting the steel chair high above his head, Morientes's grin turns feral for a moment, before he brings it down HARD on the back of Adrian. The MS-13 member screams in agony, but there's no reprieve for him, as Morientes keeps on hammering shot after shot after shot on him. Vengeance and Ninja stand guard by the ropes, on the lookout for any more possible attacks. A stony-faced Gravedigger looks on, emotionless and he watches the devastating assault being administered on his best friend/lackey.
Shannan Lerch: I can't watch!
After more than two dozen chair shots to the vulnerable Adrian, Morientes throws the dented steel chair aside and grabs the 2x4. Likewise, he lifts it over his head, before smashing it over Adrian's head. The wood, chipped upon impact, grazes the MS-13 member, and he starts bleeding from a cut on his eyebrow. The crowd cheers at the sight of blood, and Morientes flings the broken bits of the 2x4 out of the ring as well.
Zach Davis: Very brutal. The Bull wants to send a message to Gravedigger, and he's definitely delivering it tonight in the form of Adrian.
Shannan Lerch: I don't think he's alive after that horrendous beating. How can someone do that to another person? How can people CHEER!?
Zach Davis: What on earth are you talking about? Morientes has been on the receiving end for too long a time, and it's only fair that he gets to exact some vengeance - pardon my pun - of his own! Oh, wait?
Mr. M lifts the mic back to his lips once more, as he turns back from his target to Gravedigger.
Morientes: I accept your match at Asesinato De Mayo!
The crowd erupts at this exclamation. Still looking at his irate opponent, Morientes extends a hand towards Vengeance, only for Vengeance to pass the Spaniard an unknown item. Clutching it tightly in his hand, Morientes pulls Adrian up to his feet and motions at Gravedigger.
Morientes: Recognize this, señor?
Without waiting for a response, Morientes pulls whatever is in his hand over the head of Adrian. At first, it appears to be nothing more than headgear, but when the plastic stretched to cover Adrian's entire face, it's obvious that it's a mask. Only question is... whose mask it is. Morientes walks a couple of steps away from the poor man, allowing the audience and the camera to focus all their attention on him.
Shannan Lerch: ... OH MY GOODNESS! That's... that's... that's the mask of Hector Rodriguez! The very mask that Gravedigger donned years ago when he made his return to the WCF!
Zach Davis: We haven't seen that since... well since Gravedigger joined MS-13 and won the world championship! He has to be absolutely seething right now!
No more words are spoken. Gravedigger sits there in front of the camera fuming, his face a mask of pure rage. The screen goes dark, as Gravedigger decides that he has seen enough, and switches off the connection to the Telifonica Arena. The electric crowd jeers once more, not impressed with him.
Shannan Lerch: Guess that he has seen enough. Morientes better watch his back in the future.
Zach Davis: I agree. But for now, he seems to be having a ball of a time. All that pent-up rage being unleashed on a man who's responsible for all the times he has been knocked unconscious after or before a match.
Morientes glances away from the screen, and gestures at his Rebellion teammates. He and Ninja support the barely-conscious Adrian back to his feet, as Vengeance sets the table up against a turnbuckle. Using all their might, the two most agile members of Rebellion toss Adrian into the table. But when the wooden surface refused to break apart, Ninja charges in with a jumping roundhouse kick, knocking the gang member back and forcing all his body weight to lie against the contraption. A charging Vengeance then follows up with a ferocious spear, smashing Adrian in and breaking pieces of the table everywhere.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
But the work isn't done just yet. While everyone's attention was on the assault, Morientes scaled the turnbuckle and waited for his time to strike. When Adrian's body smashed through the table and collapsed on to the mat, The Bull decided to stick it to Gravedigger's best friend one last time. Jumping off the turnbuckle, Morientes delivers a sickening Spanishsault on the broken man, crushing the last vestiges of consciousness out of him.
Shannan Lerch: Simply destructive. Adrian has to be close to dead by now.
Surveying their work grimly, the three Rebellion members raise their left arms into the air in a salute of sorts. The crowd burst into applause, as a masked and bloody Adrian lay in the corner besides the wrecked table, not moving an inch. The crowd is on their feet, applauding for their hometown hero and the taking out of a hated gang member.
Zach Davis: Morientes certainly made his point tonight Shannan. Only question is, what impact will this message have on Gravedigger?
The camera fades out into a commercial for the next PPV, Asesinato De Mayo.
Zach Davis: This I suppose is a match that should have happened long ago. A long standing hatred between all these three men and tonight it will finally get settled once and for all, whether they like it or not.
Shannan Lerch: They say never say never but I think this one may be the exception to the rule.
Zach Davis: That’s right because fans, here tonight in Madrid, Spain, live from the Telefonica Arena, the 250th Edition of Slam, this is terms as a “Final Encounter, Last Time Ever” match between these men, meaning there will never, ever be another confrontation, another match between these three men in any capacity. They will not fight against each other ever again so folks, set your DVRs, mark the calendar, remember this date because on May 12th, 2013, it will be last time you will ever see these three men in action against one another. Let’s hand it off to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Final Encounter and will be THE Last Time Ever these three men will square off against one another and it is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall!
"Do me a favor" by Stone Sour starts playing as a Texas flag flies on the jumbotron and then the picture becomes a burning Alamo. Out steps Adam Young in black and red pants with black boots. He is wearing a black sleeveless t-shirt with a Texas Flag on it that reads "Don't Tread on Us". He walks towards the ring giving the fans high fives. The fans start a "BTJ" chant as he stops and salutes the fans. He gets to the ring and throws up the horns and slides into the ring. He climbs the second turnbuckle and takes his t-shirt off and then throws it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Abilene, Texas, standing at 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 235 lbs., he is “The Savior” Adam Young!
“Dr. Feelgood” by Mötley Crüe starts playing over the speaker system and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next being accompanied by Mary to the ring, from Griffen, Georgia, standing at 6’ 5” tall, weighing in at 235 lbs., he is the “Southern Rogue”, the Confederate Champion, Doc Henry!
"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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing at this time, from The Dethfort, standing at 5’ 9” tall, weighing in at 212 lbs., he is WCF’s Chief of Staff, the WCF Internet Champion and one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Corey Black!
Zach Davis: This will be the last time ever these three men, Corey Black, Doc Henry, and Adam Young will meet in this ring facing each other. A lot of bad blood between these men over the years and whatever animosity, whatever hatred they have, they must settle it all tonight.
Shannan Lerch: An odd match to make I must say especially considering that Corey Black has to deal with his Trios Cup match later tonight. But now it’s not about that, it’s about personal rivalries that will be settled tonight, whether these men like it or not.
Zach Davis: The Jonny Fly administration has had some critics as of late because of matches like this.
The bell rings.
Shannan Lerch: And here we go, these three men starting off the match and Corey Black wow, clotheslining Doc Henry right out of the ring from the get go, asserting his dominance.
Zach Davis: Adam Young tries to surprise him from behind but oh no, Burning Hammer to Adam Young and Young is down! And Corey Black puts his foot down on Adam Young and smiles as if he’s posing for a statue or something.
Shannan Lerch: But Henry pulls Black by the legs and drags him out of the ring. Henry and Young now go at it outside the ring but Henry throws Black toward the ring barricade, that’s gotta hurt!
Zach Davis: And looks like weapons are now making it into the mix. Remember, there is no disqualification, triple threat rules in effect here and as Henry makes his way with a chair toward Black but … oh my, a low blow to Henry before he can use the chair here, he drops the chair real quick but Black picks it up and oh my, a chair shot right to Henry’s back knocking him down here.
Shannan Lerch: Black slides back into the ring here, Young is getting back up but before he can, Black hits him with the steel chair as well knocking him down.
Zach Davis: And he’s lifting him up, setting him up for the Burning Hammer again … and can he deliver it?
Shannan Lerch: Yes, connects! And down goes Young again.
Zach Davis: And Corey Black wins in this final encounter, surprisingly quickly I might add!
Kyle Steel: And here is your winner, the WCF Internet Champion and one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, Corey Black!
Shannan Lerch: And Corey Black very pleased with his victory here tonight but wait, Henry coming in from the outside and tries to surprise Black but Black is ready and grabs him instead and he’s setting him up for a burning hammer.
Zach Davis: And he’s holding it, why is he holding it?
Shannan Lerch: Wow, he is actually asking for photographs of this. Guess Corey Black is finally going to get that statue of him delivering the Burning Hammer to Doc Henry. We can perpetually remember that image as the final encounter between these men.
Zach Davis: And now he drops him after that long pose, both Henry and Young beaten down. Corey Black triumphant here tonight and triumphant forever against these two men as he leaves the ring but he has to focus on the Trios cup later tonight.
We cut backstage to the locker room of Genesis where the WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight, United States Champion, FPV, Ana Valentine and Tek are all having a discussion that is already in progress.
Sarah Twilight: No absolutely, you need to be focused on Trios. Where...the hell is Steve anyhow?
FPV: We didn't tell him we were having this meeting this week. We're a little concerned about him.
Sarah Twilight: Well he's definitely not been himself. I don't know what his deal is with me.
Ana Valentine: He's jealous of you. That's pretty obvious.
FPV: I don't think we should jump to those conclusions. I think dude is just stressed the fuck out over Waylon.
Sarah Twilight: Well, I'll handle that fucker later on.
Tek: Who knows, that might piss him off too.
Ana Valentine: Thing is, we all need to be on the same page.
FPV: We do but seriously though. It didn't help, you not being here with us last week, Sarah.
Sarah Twilight: Look, I always try to be here. You know how much I've had going on.
FPV: Yeah, we get that. Steve though, dude just ain't thinking right.
Sarah Twilight: Well what do we do about it?
Ana Valentine: We were hoping whatever surprise you had in store tonight would help?
FPV: Yeah what's up with that, Sarah? What you got going on.
Sarah Twilight: You guys will find that out in just a few. If anything, it 'should' show Steve just how much I put into this fucking group.
Ana Valentine: You always do what's best.
FPV: Yeah great, but we don't need this tension. Orbit is just....messed up with a lot of thoughts right now.
Sarah Twilight: That's all fucking fine and dandy, but that doesn't mean I need to deal with this shit.
FPV: I know. I'll talk to him again alright? Chill.
Sarah Twilight: FINE. Now if we're done here? We should all be heading out to the ring.
FPV nods his head and Sarah makes her way toward the door. Ana uses this opportunity to interject something she'd been wanting to say.
Ana Valentine: Oh hey Sarah?
Sarah turns to look back at her.
Sarah Twilight: Yeah, Ana?
Ana Valentine: I was wondering if...after the show, you'd like to come out with me for some drinks? I know this really great place that I saw just the other night and--
Sarah Twilight: I would, Ana. But...I've already made some plans with Jeff to hang out. Sorry.
Ana looks a little disheartened, but she nods.
Ana Valentine: Oh, alright. We can hang out another time.
FPV shakes his head.
FPV: Now what is up with THAT situation?
Sarah looks at him oddly.
Sarah Twilight: What 'situation?'
He shakes his head again.
FPV: You and Jeff?
Sarah Twilight: Really? You too?
Sarah Twilight: There is NOTHING. We're just friends.
Tek: Oh come on!
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck is this the Inquisition? We bonded a little over the past few months. You know, it turns out that I actually enjoy the company of other people who also hate Eric Price. Or did you forget that Eric Price ran him down AND tried to run me down?
FPV: Didn't forget...but still. Not exactly like you've been known to make friends.
Sarah Twilight: And yet here we all are.
FPV: Point taken.
Sarah Twilight: Alright well, I'll see you all out in the ring.
FPV nods and Sarah exits the room. The remaining members of Genesis stay inside the locker room and get their things. As Sarah steps into the hallway, she is startled slightly by Steve Orbit who is leaned against the wall, arms folded.
Steve Orbit: So that how it is now? I ain't invited to group meetings anymore?
Sarah Twilight: Steve, no...it's not like that at all. We're just conc--
Steve Orbit: Naw, I get it. Choice between me or the center of the universe, and Miss Everything is about me is more important.
Steve shakes his head and looks like he's pretty pissed off at not being included in the Genesis group meeting.
Steve Orbit: Fuck it. Just fuck it.
Sarah Twilight: Steve stop that shit, we're trying to straighten things out. That's why I have--
Steve Orbit: Straighten shit out? How you gonna do that without me? I ain't needed now? I ain't got no say? I'm fuckin' tired of everything being all about you.
Steve Orbit turns and walks off down the hall. He glances back at a dumbfounded Sarah Twilight a few times, just shaking his head. Sarah sighs heavily, frustrated with this entire situation.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Telefonica Arena in Madrid as the crowd immediately gets on their feet with loud boos.
Zach Davis: And here comes ego defined as we continue the 250th edition of WCF’s weekly television broadcast, Slam!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the longest reigning WCF World Champion of the Modern Era, Mr. Eric Price!
Shannan Lerch: Wow, what an honor.
Zach Davis: What a self-absorbed, egotistical…
Shannan Lerch: Honest hero.
Eric Price makes his way from the backstage area in a wheelchair. This is a powered wheelchair with the Eric Price logo on it. He is wearing a neck brace, a leg brace and has a crutch in his lap as the crowd’s boos grow at his presence. He is wearing a black suit with a navy blue shirt and tie, sunglasses on, bandages still on his face from the beating he took the week prior.
Zach Davis: Oh what is this? Are you kidding me?
Shannan Lerch: What do you mean?
Zach Davis: For God’s sake, a wheelchair, a neck brace, leg brace, this is nonsense.
Shannan Lerch: Well after that animal last week Jeff Purse injured poor Mr. Price, I can’t believe he had the courage to be here tonight.
Zach Davis: So you’re still on his payroll, right?
Shannan Lerch: Well yeah … I mean, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Zach Davis: … Right. And looks like he’s not coming alone here tonight. As behind him are a plethora of security plus some MS-13 members thanks to his association with Gravedigger. As they slowly help him into the ring sliding the wheelchair in as Price makes his way in with a crutch.
Shannan Lerch: Heroic as he is clearly in pain.
Zach Davis: I don’t know, I think he’s overcompensating, don’t you?
Shannan Lerch: Of course not, he’s hurt, he’s injured yet he’s here unlike others.
The wheelchair now in the ring in its correct position as Eric painfully takes a seat in it and demands a microphone, which is handed to him by one of the members of his security detail. Twelve men total stand outside the ring, a mix of security guards and MS-13 members as the crowd continues to boo the proceedings loudly as his music dies down. Inside the ring, a large covered tripod is shown.
Eric Price: Shhhhh!!!
Zach Davis: Yeah, that’s endearing.
Eric Price: Damas y caballeros, calleisos de inmediato por favor!
Crowd boos loudly.
Shannan Lerch: What did he say?
Zach Davis: I’m sure nothing good.
Eric Price: Now then, welcome to the 250th edition of WCF’s Slam! We’ve got a great night planned for you here with many great matches coming up, many great competitors being showcased here tonight! Unfortunately, yours truly Mr. Eric Price will not be able to compete tonight!
Crowd cheers loudly.
Eric looks disgusted at this reaction
Eric Price: You see last week, Jeff Purse came down here and despite the fact that I, the valiant and brave competitor that I am was going to compete somewhat injured, Mr. Purse decided to come down here and beat me up when I was helpless and defenseless.
Crowd cheers for this even more.
Eric Price looks at the crowd in anger.
Eric Price: HEY … my name is Mr. Eric Price and I deserve to be respected! I DESERVE TO BE RESPECTED DAMN IT!
Crowd: Culero! Culero! Culero!
Shannan Lerch: What does that mean?
Zach Davis: Well … let’s just say the network censors won’t allow me to repeat that word.
Eric Price looks even more disgusted at the crowd.
Eric Price: Oh yeah … remember, I speak more than one language so listen to me real carefully … me entendeis, comaos mierda ineptos imbeciles!
Crowd boos even more loudly, some getting up out of their seats to voice their disapproval.
Eric Price: Now then, before I was so rudely interrupted, tonight I am here to address a few issues. First off, I would like you all to note this right here.
Eric takes the cover off the tripod revealing a list of the longest reigning World Champions in WCF history.
Eric Price: Now take a look here, this is the list of the longest reigning WCF World Champions in the history of this company. This list shows the champions with the longest consecutive reign champion in the history of this company. Mind you, I am not counting people who won the title and “held” it when the company was inactive as that’s not really holding a title, that just means you were the last champion, only people who were champion while the company was active are being counted.
Eric points to the chart.
Eric Price: Number one on the list is Torture at 190 days as World Champion. That was quite a few years ago though, that was in the classic era of WCF. Let’s look at number two, why … it’s Mr. Eric Price at 113 days as World Champion, imagine that? The second longest reigning World Champion of all time and the longest reigning World Champion of WCF’s modern era. Do you understand that, I am the longest reigning and greatest WCF World Champion of the Modern Era? No one can touch me … no one is better than me in this company!
Crowd boos loudly.
Eric Price: And this proves it because if everyone else is so much better than me, how is it that they couldn’t be World Champion as long as I have in one consecutive run? It’s because they don’t have the fortitude, the strength, the will, the intelligence to do what is needed to remain champion. Admittedly, I lost the title two weeks ago but it’s not my fault … I was blindsided into a match that I did not expect yet Sarah Twilight knew all along what kind of match we were going to be in … that is simply not fair.
Zach Davis: Oh wah wah wah, he needs to shut up about that already!
Shannan Lerch: Please Zach, he makes a great point!
Eric Price: Not to mention the fact that Jeff Purse assaulted me after that brutal match for absolutely no reason as I have done nothing to that man!
Zach Davis: Except ran him over with a car.
Shannan Lerch: Oh you don’t know that, you have no proof.
Zach Davis: We know it’s him!
Shannan Lerch: Where’s the proof Zach? The proof?!
Eric Price: With that in mind, I have come out here tonight to reveal what last week I could not due to Mr. Purse’s unprovoked beat down yet again, which can only tell me that he’s scared of the truth! So let’s get right to it, last week I promised photos and video of Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight and their relationship so here we go. Roll it!
Eric looks up at the screen as nothing starts to play. He hesitates and waits a moment.
Eric Price: Okay, I don’t know what’s going on back there but I said roll the footage!
Eric looks up at the screen again as nothing is playing.
Eric Price: DAMN IT, I SAID ROLL IT!
Footage starts playing as Eric looks on.
Eric Price: Oh here we go, there’s Sarah Twilight and …
Footage starts rolling from Slam 4/7/13 showing Eric Price on his knees begging and crying for his life with a gun pointed to his head by FPV.
Zach Davis: Hahaha, this is great!
Eric Price: What the … no NO, this is not the footage … NO!
Shannan Lerch: Oh come on, we don’t need to see this, he doesn’t deserve this!
The crowd starts cheering and laughing at seeing Eric crying and pissing his pants.
Eric Price: CUT THE FOOTAGE! CUT IT!
The footage continues to play as Eric starts pulling on his hair completely outraged at what he’s seeing! The footage starts looping showing Eric crying and pissing his pants much to the crowd’s delight!
Eric looks completely outraged and throws the microphone starting to roll himself out of the ring as the crowd begins to chant to him.
Crowd: Pee pee Price! Pee pee Price! Pee pee Price!
Zach Davis: Oh, I understand that, this is great!
Shannan Lerch: This is awful, Mr. Eric Price deserves more respect than that!
Zach Davis: Well Eric Price being helped from the ring as the crowd continues to chant at him and he looks totally incensed as he gets to relive a moment I’m sure he’d rather forget! Folks, we have to take a commercial break but when we come back, we roll on this very special edition of Slam, celebration 250 episodes so far!
Zach Davis: Next up we have a huge triple threat, and not just any triple threat. This match will crown a new number one contender to the Television Title.
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.
Shannan Lerch: Shhh Zach, the newly single Buzzsaw Bundy is on his away.
Zach Davis: Sigh...
A lights go dark and the arena becomes eerie. "When Did This Storm Begin?" by Shiny Toy Guns is blasted through the arena. Loud cheers all around the arena. After the intro of the song, Cheetah Fighter comes out from backstage with a cheetah cape. The moment the song reaches the chorus, he throws his cape into the crowd and raises his arms. Then walks down the ramp, slapping some of the audience members' hands. He points to a nearby audience member and flexes with them. Then he gets on the apron and jumps over the ropes. He gets on one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms in the air. He goes to another turnbuckle and raises his arms again. Then, he points at a random audience member before getting off the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Up next is Cheetah Fighter.
Shannan Lerch: He has some tough competition tonight, and not of the feline variety.
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.
The three opponents are in their respective corners are the ref calls for the bell, officially starting this match. Buzzsaw charges at Denise, clotheslining her right out of the ring. CF decides to take this opportunity running at Bundy, leaping in to the air, though not going high as he connecting with Bundys knee, taking the walking mountain down to one knee.
Zach Davis: Smart strategy there.
CF starts driving right after right into the the head of Bundy, though after three he has had enough and is up to booth feet, landing one punch on Cheetah Fighter which knocks him off his feet. Bundy picks up CF, but lets him go as he see's Denise on the op rope!
Shannan Lerch: Fly girl!
She does! Right into the arms of Bundy who catches her in mind. Denise is writhing around but Bundy has a firm grip on her as he hoists her up and slams her down witch a vicious THUD.
Zach Davis: Oh my god! What a powerslam!
Shannan Lerch: I think she is done.
No. CF makes the save. Bundy is up and none to happy. CF bounces of the ropes and hits a lariet on Bundy, which doesn't seem to phase him. CF bounces off the ropes and hits another lariet only to get the same result. Bundy shakes his head no this time and CF bounces off the ropes again, only Bundy is there going for a lariet of his own! CF barely ducks it, hitting the ropes and delivering a jaw shattering super kick on Bundy, which takes the big man down. CF covers
No. Bundy kicks out. CF at this point is getting desperate, backing to the corner until Bundy was on his feet, though still a bit wobbly. CF RUns at him leaping up going for a Frankensteiner. He hits it. D'evil hits the ring and is about to attack CF, but CF runs at him and hits a Jumping Cutter.
Zach Davis: NECK CUTTER! OUT OF NOWHERE!
Cheetah falls on top of D'evil, going for the pin.
Shannan Lerch: Cheetah Fighter is the number one contender!
Zach Davis: I believe Morientes is still going to get a shot, but yeah, Cheetah Fighter gets the shot after that!
The camera zooms out of the TV screen which just showed a Tek promo in which he insults Steeltoe Joe. As the camera zooms out, you can see that it is a TV pitched high on the wall in a local Bar somewhere in an unknown location. As the camera zooms out of the view even more, you see a man in a brown leather jacket, with the WCF People’s Championship sitting on the bar with him. You can then see that it is non other then the turncoat Steeltoe Joe, but why is he in a bar? Nobody knows but the answers may become very clear and Joe clears his throat, looks into the camera mans lens and then speaks.
Steeltoe Joe: So Ty, you think that you just pulled one over on Steeltoe Joe do yah? You think by you being nothing more then a street thug, thief of a man, and stealing my medication that you did yourself some type of favor? I hear people boo me all the time now, all because I stood up for what I believe in. I am called a villain, an anti Christ and all sorts of rash allegations being strung my way, but who is the “Real” bad guy Here Ty? Am I the bad guy, really? I am a man riddled by a genetic disorder, who just lost his father, who also has more stress in his life then anybody can ever imagine. I get walked on and treated like crap, it sounds more like I am a victim, not the bad guy… You however Tekky boy, you are a man who rides the coattails of people like me. You are the type of guy who is only as big as a star he is, because he was able to get some camera time in a megastars shadows. You are a thug, a liar, and a cheat, but worst of all you stole the medication af an ailing man who is trying to do the best he can. So really Ty, who is the bad guy…? Myself or You!
Joe gets the most disgusted look on his face as he continues to talk about his former brother in arms, Tek.
Steeltoe Joe: I am sick of being portrayed as the person who turned his back on everybody, in all honesty it was you all who had turned your back on me. So, now instead of being angry with any of you, I chose to be your voice, the voice of the people, the leader, the leader of the people. As Jesus called John the Baptist who made the way of Salvation known in his time, I too stand here as a voice crying out to you all to walk on the straight and narrow path, walk in righteousness and walk in power. The power that can raise people from the dead, the power that can make the blind eyes see, and the power that can give strength to a lame mans legs. I am talking about the power of an almighty God, a God who has given his trustworthy servant power to rule and to reign as a HOLY FLAME. Now everybody has their choice, they can chose to follow me, to rule and reign with me, or they can chose to be the simple minded fools they are, and follow an imbecile like Tek. Now before you make your decision, there is one more thing I think all of you should know. I do not wish you to be ignorant of this fact, but, if you choose to walk in the way of the fool, like Tek, then you will also make your bed in the same place they do as well. Every single one of you who do not heed the sound of my voice will end up in a sinners Hell, but… If you chose to follow me and walk the path of the Holy Flame, then you can rest assured that myself, Steeltoe Joe, Eric Price, Davey Ortega, Gravedigger, and the rest of the gang will make sure you do in fact RULE and REIGN with us. You might ask yourself what this has to do with the People’s Championship. It has everything to do with it. The People’s Championship is a title that the leader of the People, should carry around with pride, the only leader I see fit to lead the People is me… The People’s Pastor, Steeltoe Joe.
Joe stands up, he grabs the People’s Championship and kisses it. He then lays the People’s Championship back down on the bar. He speaks:
Steeltoe Joe: Now onto illustrations. I love illustrations because they bring real life into a sermon to where people can not only hear, but feel and see what is being preached. Now watch this example.
Joe yells as loud as he can, he jumps up to the top of the bar and yells again, everybody in the bar is looking at him. The music has stopped, the dancing has paused and the drinks cease to be poured as Joe climbs back down to the ground.
Steeltoe Joe: Now all of you! Each and every individual under the sound of my voice here tonight, you are all on a path to destruction! I say it again! You are all filthy, in need of righteousness and power from above! All of you are sinners to the core, as it is written in the good book, that ALL HAVE SINNED AND FALL SHORT OF THE GLORY OF GOD! So God has sent you an advocate here tonight. God has sent a Holy Flame because he is merciful enough to give you all a second chance, but the question lies with you all tonight. Do you want to walk a path of righteousness, integrity and power, or would you like to keep doing down the path of destruction and see what happens to you!?!?! What say you this night?!
A guy who was playing pool walks up to Joe and tells him something that Joe just smiles at, The guy says to Joe:
Pool Player: We don’t take to kindly to preachin’ fools here in this place.
The guy pushes Joe. Joe barely moves. His 6’5, 280 pound frame stands tall against the man who just pushed him, other guys seem to surround Joe. Joe does something that most have never seen before. Joe twitches in his shoulders and his neck. You can see the muscles in Joe’s arms crawling like maggots having a feeding fest under his skin. Joe points at his arms as others kind of get freaked out.
Steeltoe Joe: Do you see what that is my friend? That is all the stress and frustration from years of living in a war against Hell. This my friend is called your worst nightmare.
Joe gets a smile on his face, his muscles are still crawling but before anybody can react to anything the man who was playing pool goes to hit Joe in the head with his pool stick, but to everybody’s surprise… Joe blocks it with his hand. He grabs that pool stick in his hand, grips it tight and then pools it away from the man who tried to hit him. Joe then takes the pool stick and breaks it in his hands like a twig. It’s a free for all now. Everybody gangs up on Joe. It looks like a dog pile with Joe in the center of it but Joe takes one of the ends of the broken pool stick and hits a few of the guys in head. Joe then grabs some beer bottles and starts smashing them, shattering them in people’s faces. Before you know it, there is only one person left standing in the tore up bar room. Joe grabs the guy by the throat, he looks around. Joe sees a lone pool table left standing in the bar. Joe drags the guy to the pool table by the throat and then picks him up. Joe delivers a BAPTISM that smashes the man all the way through the pool table. Joe gets back up, he sees the blood and the mess that was caused. Joe picks up the camera from the floor and talks straight into it like he’s recording himself.
Steeltoe Joe: See! I have never seen such foolishness! All these people decided to come against me rather then reign with me! Oh, and that little show with my twitches and my muscles, that was put on just for you Tekky boy! See, you though you were going to create a weakness by stealing the medication which helps my Tourette’s, but in all reality you just created your own worst nightmare! Ty, I don’t have to give a damn about you because you just dug yourself you own grave, but rest assured that I the preacher will make sure I am the man responsible for laying you to rest. You screwed up Ty, you screwed up big time, because if you thought STJ was a big bad monster in the past, you just took away the sedatives that held back the BEAST! I am awake and alive with no constraints anymore Ty, and you will have to deal with the mess you have created. I will destroy you, Genesis, Pantheon and every single person who gets in my way! Ty I swear that I will even go to your home and show your sisters that the boogie man is very real. This beast, this monster that you created will stop at nothing and I mean NOTHING to show you that the one who has CONTROL and POWER in this industry is not you, your family, your mama, your dog, your cator any damn person in WCF other then ME! Steeltoe Joe!!!
Joe Smiles and says some final words.
Steeltoe Joe: Tek, soon I will lay you down to sleep, I pray the Lord that your soul he keeps, but if you die it will be in my wake, rest assured that your soul the Lord will NEVER TAKE!!!
Joe gets an angry look on his face, you can hear the camera smashing against something but then its nothing but static.
Eric Price is shown in his wheelchair on his way toward the media truck. He stops and uses his crutches to get into the Media Truck where he slams the door open and storms in.
Eric Price: Who the hell aired that footage?!
WCF Producer: I …
Eric Price: WHO AIRED THE FOOTAGE?! WHO PLAYED THAT VIDEO EARLIER?!
WCF Producer: Are you talking about…
Eric Price: Yes … that one, who the hell played it? Was it Twilight? It was Twilight wasn’t it, that bitch just can’t let it go can she?
WCF Producer: Actually, we haven’t seen Sarah Twilight around although Jeff Purse was here earlier.
Eric Price: Purse? What the … that son of a bitch, what the hell? And you just let him do what he wanted?
WCF Producer: Well actually…
Eric Price: Shut up! DAMN IT! Well, you better fix whatever god damn glitch that was because in a few minutes, I’m going to go and reveal the footage that exposes the relationship between Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse and it better show up correctly damn it! Purse, I hate that bastard!
Eric steps out from the media truck and slowly makes his way down to get into his wheelchair as he speeds away mumbling angrily as the scene fades away to black.
We come back from commercial to see the members of Genesis standing in the ring. "Bitter End" by The Veer Union is still blaring throughout the arena as Sarah Twilight, FPV, Ana Valentine and Tek take to the turnbuckles. Absent from this get together is Steve Orbit who, seems to have decided not to be out here for this. The music dies down as the group settle into the center of the ring. All of them curious as to what Sarah had in store for them.
Zach Davis: Genesis in the ring. If you're just joining us, there has been some speculation over the week that our World Champion, Sarah Twilight has something of a surprise for the group. Anyone's guess as to what that could be.
Shannan Lerch: There has been some dissention within the ranks of Genesis lately. The absense of Steve Orbit for this gathering a testament to that. He has some issues with Sarah, and we can only imagine this get together has something to do with patching that situation.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has been very critical of Sarah lately...and it's nearly flat out jealousy from what I can see.
Shannan Lerch: It's hard to gather if that's the case. But clearly, his thinking has been very different ever since the split with Waylon Cash.
Back in the ring, Sarah takes hold of a microphone and stands, looking at all of her stablemates with a smile.
Sarah Twilight: You know...when I agreed to be a part of this group last year, it was just a group of people who were taking a stand for something. The Team of Torture's and the Church's and all of the Seth Lerch thrown together groups...and to some extent, even the Pantheon's of WCF.
Franky nods his head listening.
Sarah Twilight: And in all that time, we've grown to be more like a family. Every one of us looking out for the rest. And no, we haven't been there for every step...we've all had our personal issues. But no matter what we've stuck together. In all of this time, we now have the WCF World Championship and the United States Championship right here...with us.
Ana, Franky and Tek all nod approval. Franky holds up his US Title to a loud pop.
Sarah Twilight: Somewhere along the way, however...some of us have forgotten that. We've had some betrayals, and yes...I know that some were extremely personal. But to stand out here and know that one of our own chose not to be here is....it's just a bit disappointing.
Zach Davis: Referring to Steve Orbit, is Sarah Twilight.
Shannan Lerch: Obviously. Doesn't take a genius to figure that one out.
Sarah Twilight: But that's alright. Sometimes people just need time to think. I realize that some people don't feel that I've done a whole lot of 'team' things with you guys. However, everything that I have done has made us stronger. So that is why tonight I--
Sarah is interrupted as a slow drum roll bangs into the speakers only to soon fade just as slowly as it began. After a moments silence, the speakers explode with "Down" by the Stone Temple Pilots. Everyone in the ring turns and looks toward the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: What the hell is this? What is going on here?
Shannan Lerch: I don't know but this is the third week in a row that someone has decided to interrupt Sarah. Not good.
As the anticipation builds among the people in the arena...they are STUNNED as Logan steps out onto the ramp clad in a wrinkled black leather jacket, thick plastic shades of the same color that hide his eyes, an old white V-neck shirt that has 'WCF' magic marker'd into it, blue jeans and black shoes. Logan stops on the ramp, soaking up the audiences screams and cheers, before eventually heading down towards the ring. He stops every so often to smile at someone near the guard rail and shoot them a pelvic thrust. Reaching ringside, Logan climbs up the steps, and slips in through the middle rope climbing the nearest turnbuckle. On the turnbuckle, he takes in more of the crowds loving reaction, and responds to them so by ripping the shades off his face and throwing them into the screaming frenzy of an audience. Afterwards, Logan hops off the turnbuckle to strut the ring until "Down" comes to an end.
Zach Davis: LOGAN?! LOGAN IS HERE! OH MY GOD!
Shannan Lerch: This is NOT going to be good.
Logan stops pandering to the crowd and his face goes dead serious as he steps forward and stands face to face with the WCF World Champion, Sarah Twilight. She drops the microphone from her hand and lets the WCF World Championship hang at her side as she glares right back at him. The tension in the air is quickly building. The rest of Genesis look completely ready for a fight just as well.
Zach Davis: Logan, the same man who once PRETENDED to actually BE Sarah Twilight. The same man who made Steve Orbit's life a living hell for MONTHS. The same man who has a DEEP rooted history with Frank Venable is here and things are about to EXPLODE!
Shannan Lerch: Sarah realizes she has a huge target on her back being the WCF World Champion. Logan is no stranger to world championship gold and he obviously is out here to make a statement. But...I don't know how wise that is with the rest of Genesis being out here. They aren't just going to roll over if he makes a move for Twilight.
Sarah and Logan continue to stare each other down with a heated and intense rivalry that people have been waiting MONTHS to witness. Logan cracks his neck side to side and Sarah doesn't even blink, she just continues to stare him down.
Zach Davis: I can imagine Sarah is NOT very happy about being interrupted yet again. But I also doubt Logan cares very much about that.
Shannan Lerch: The tension in here is just...wow. This could boil over at any moment.
And it appears like it will as Logan turns back slightly as if he was going to rear back and sucker punch Sarah in the face. Genesis looks ready to pounce on him should he try it. Though to EVERYONE'S surprise, he instead extends his hand to Sarah and she takes it! The two shake hands and begin smiling and the crowd is going NUTS!!!
Zach Davis: WHAT? Did...whoa did I just....did that just happen?
Shannan Lerch: Logan was the surprise?! I...I'm SPEECHLESS!!!
Frank, Ana and Tek look as shocked as anyone else! They can't believe what they are seeing. Logan takes Sarah's arm and raises it high as he shoots several pelvic thrusts toward the crowd.
FPV: You serious? You got ...Logan?
Logan does a pelvic thrust as he nods.
FPV: SHIT JUST GOT PUT BACK ON TRACK.
Logan does another pelvic thrust. Sarah shakes her head laughing as FPV hands Logan a mic. The crowd continues to go WILD. Logan soaks it all in as he looks out at the crowd in all directions, finally taking the mic up.
Logan: I'M BAAAAAACK BABYGURLS!!!
As the crowd continues to cheer for the return of the WCF icon to align himself with Genesis, our attention is drawn to the video wall where Steve Orbit is watching the happenings from backstage with his arms folded. He does NOT look happy. He watches the monitor and shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: Naw. Naw man, naw. Fuck that.
He walks out of frame and we focus back in the ring where Sarah, Logan and everyone else look on with some disappointment at Orbit's reaction.
Logan: Whoa. Why is he being such a little boudlepants motherfucker?
"Bitter End" by the Veer Union hits once more and Genesis slowly exit the ring with their newest addition. Logan continues to pelvic thrust near the guardrails as they all make their way toward the back, presumably to find Orbit.
Zach Davis: On this 250th edition of Slam, everything and anything HAS happened! Logan is back...and he's Genesis! I just don't believe it.
Shannan Lerch: We knew this night was going to be big...and so far it has delivered in a HUGE way! Wow!
We go to commercials.
We're about to go ringside for our next match, but instead we go backstage, where Tek is heading down the hallway... only to be attacked from behind by Steeltoe Joe!
Zach Davis: These two are supposed to team up tonight! What the hell!?
Joe hits Tek in the back of the head with the People's Championship! Tek goes down and Joe starts stomping at him.
Shannan Lerch: These two used to be friends... they're multi time Tag Team Champions, for crying out loud. Reduced to this!? And why!?
Joe bends down and starts choking Tek. Several WCF employees arrive on the scene to try and break them up, but Joe is a huge man and he just won't have it. He stops choking Tek and shoves them away before picking Tek up...
Zach Davis: Oh no...
Joe hits Tek with the Baptism! He then grabs his People's Title and walks off, grinning like a madman.
Shannan Lerch: Well I guess you can forget about this match, I'd say.
Medics check on Tek to see if he's okay. Despite the beating, he tries to get up on his own power, his face showing one thing: he has vengeance on his mind.
“Criminals” blares over the PA system, and the crowd boos in anticipation. Waylon Cash slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, right behind him. The wrestler ignores the fans jeering, as he steps toward the ring. Halfway down the ramp, a fan lunges out to grab Waylon. On instinct, Scott grabs the fan by the shirt, and drags him over the railing, before delivering a few kicks to the man's ribcage. Security quickly takes over, and drags the man out of the arena. Cash seems not to notice the altercation. He merely rolls under the bottom rope, and grabs a microphone.
Waylon Cash: Alright, listen up, 'cuz I ain't repeatin' myself. I want Steve Orbit. I ain't gonna wait much longer. That turncoat piece of shit has a beatin' comin' to him, and I'm tired of him gettin' to dodge me every week. Now, I ain't gonna destroy shit, or be a whiny little bitch about it. What I will do, is go on strike. I ain't showin' up to another Slam until this match is booked! You hear me! I'll sit my ass at home, and collect my guaranteed money, I don't give a damn. Until I get Steve Orbit, you ain't gonna see Waylon Cash on TV.
The crowd cheers at this announcement, as Waylon rolls his eyes.
Waylon Cash: You like that, huh? Let me tell you somethin': you assholes ain't no better than Orbit. You love me, and cheer me for a year. You stand behind me, you wear my shirts, and then I do one thing you don't like, and you turn your backs. Y'all are a bunch of fickle morons, and you don't deserve to see me anyway. I ain't gonna be your dancin' monkey no more! From now on, I'm here to get mine, and I ain't lettin' nothin' get in the way. Especially not the management in this two bit, nut house of a company. You give me Steve Orbit, or you ain't makin' another dime offa me, you dig, John boy?
Waylon drop his hands to the side, as the fans boo him mercilessly. He sneers, and continues talking.
Waylon Cash: Now, I know a lotta you marks like to get on your computer, and talk about how you think Waylon Cash is on this, or how he's smoking that. You worthless pricks think you know all about me. The truth is, you don't know shit. The only thing runnin' through my veins is a pure, beautiful hate for a man who turned his back on me when I needed him the most. A man who said he was my friend, and then watched me fall apart with a smile on his face. Now, I'm gonna make him pay for every last second of it. My emotional pain is gonna be Steve's physical pain. That's a promise.
The people boo, as Waylon drops the microphone, and his music begins to play. Scott stretches out the ropes, helping his client step through them, before both men walk up the ramp to a chorus of angry fans.
Zach Davis: Well, welcome back to Slam 250 here as we have Eric Price in the ring yet again in his wheelchair, he does not look pleased. Security once again all around the ring as he sits with microphone in hand, this crowd booing him even louder than they were earlier tonight!
Shannan Lerch: These Spaniards are so disrespectful to a living legend, a hero like Mr. Eric Price.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back the longest reigning WCF World Champion of the Modern Era, Mr. Eric Price!
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Shhh!!!!
Zach Davis: That’s endearing.
Eric Price: Now then, earlier tonight it seems I was sabotaged in my attempt to reveal the footage exposing Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse’s love affair. You … people continue to boo me for trying to simply expose the truth, for being an honest man, for being a true man of integrity.
Zach Davis: That’s because you have no integrity jackass!
Shannan Lerch: Zach, do you need him to beat you up again?
Zach Davis: …
Eric Price: Regardless however of your opposition, I will continue on my quest because it is the right thing to do, the moral thing to do, and the ethical thing to do to expose the truth not only to you but to Kari Kendall and to show the world that Sarah Twilight simply is not the great person she claims to be and that Jeff Purse is a lying cheat. And as the longest reigning WCF World Champion of WCF’s modern era, it means that I have the endurance and fortitude to withstand the storm, to endure the criticism to do to the right thing. So now, it’s time to show the footage. Please, roll the footage!
Eric turns over to the screen to see the footage
Zach Davis: Well?
Eric Price: Why is the screen black? Are we having technical problems again? Look Purse, I’m not dealing with this again damn it, you sabotaging this? I don’t know what issues we’re having back there again but damn it, roll the footage.
Eric waits a few more seconds and nothing appears on screen
Eric Price: I SAID ROLL IT!
Footage starts rolling on the screen showing when Eric Price gets “The Spoke” and Jeff Purse throws him out of the ring at WAR XI in September 2012, then switches to a scene where Sarah Twilight nearly cuts his tongue off the prior December, then another scene is shown where Eric Price is getting beat up by Jeff Purse when he drove the monster truck into the arena one week prior to WAR XI and starts beating him up, then yet another scene is shown where Sarah Twilight and Eric Price are on top of the steel cage at the Abject Humiliation match at Aftermath 2013 where Eric Price is shown saying “No please, no more, you win!” That scene then starts looping as Eric Price is now shown in the ring completely livid.
Eric Price: NO! NO! NO! NO! Damn it!
Zach Davis: Hahahaha!!!
Shannan Lerch: Zach please, how can you laugh at this gross demonstration of disrespect to Mr. Eric Price?
Zach Davis: He deserves it, the cocky bastard deserves this and more!
Eric Price starts screaming unintelligibly as he throws the microphone away in a fit of anger and starts getting out of the ring visibly angry as the crowd simply laughs at him
Zach Davis: I think Eric Price has no footage to show so he’s getting humiliated.
Shannan Lerch: I think it’s sabotage and Jeff Purse is trying to hide something … but at least an honest man like Mr. Eric Price is on it because…
Zach Davis: Oh enough kissing his ass already, honest man, my foot. Please, he is nothing but an attention whore who wants the spotlight all to himself. He lost the World Title so now he has to find a way to remain relevant and he’s turned into TMZ.
"All For The Glory" by KISS plays as the crowd pops loudly. The lights flicker for a moment, before the arena is plunged into darkness. The fans cheer even louder as they eagerly anticipate the arrival of Rebellion. The screen starts a clock countdown, as the crowd chants along with it.
Pyrotechnics ignite on the stage as the first verse of the song is belted. The lights come back on, and the fans are on their feet roaring WILDLY as the team of Ninja, John Gable and Morientes appear from the back.
Zach Davis: The fans here in Madrid are on their feet to see The Bull!
Accompanied by Gable's manager Humphrey Craig, the three men make their way to the ring as the cheering crowd tries to touch them, Morientes and Ninja bslapping hands with some members of the audience while Gable ignores them outright. As they enter the ring, Morientes and Ninja both jump onto a turnbuckle and poses for the crowd, as Gable remains in the centre of the ring to face the audience. The three members of Rebellion raise their left hand in the air simultaneously as their music fades out.
Kyle Steel: Now, approaching the ring, accompanied by their manager Humphrey Craig, representing Rebellion... the team of The Ninja, John Gable and Morientes!
Beginner by VSK plays and Kira Sakazaki enters the arena, accompanied by his sister Haruna! Kira heads to the ring with determination on his face.
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.
Shannan Lerch: Who is going to start this match for Team Rebellion? Hm, I can only guess.
Of course, Morientes starts for his team, looking around at his hometown arena cheering for him. Grave Dancer starts for his team.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Morientes and Grave Dancer tie up, and Morientes gets the upper hand. He hits Grave Dancer with several forearms to the face before pushing him into the ropes and throwing him across the ring. As Grave Dancer comes back, Morientes executes an Arm Drag. Grave Dancer gets back up, disoriented, and Morientes then hits him with several boxing jabs before doubling him over with a kick. After he's doubled over Morientes executes a Northern Lights Suplex into pin!
No!, Grave Dancer escapes the pin!
Shannan Lerch: I'm sure Morientes can't help but think about Gravedigger as he's facing Grave Dancer.
Morientes picks Grave Dancer up but Dancer summons all the strength he can and hits a Dropkick, sending Morientes staggering backwards. Grave Dancer then tags in Voodoo.
Zach Davis: Here comes one of WCF's newest stars.
Morientes has tagged in Ninja. Ninja and Voodoo meet in the middle of the ring and share several strikes, with Ninja coming out on top. He ends it with a Leg Sweep, taking Voodoo down. Ninja then climbs to the top.
Shannan Lerch: Ninja, going high risk!
Ninja flies off with a Moonsault!
No!, Voodoo kicks out of it! Ninja picks Voodoo up and throws him to a neutral corner. He then lifts him up onto the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Going high risk.. again!
Ninja climbs up with Voodoo.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes a Hurricanrana!
But no!, Voodoo reverses it into a huge top rope Powerbomb! The crowd ooooh's as Ninja hits the mat and Voodoo falls on top of him, going for a pin.
NO!, Ninja kicks out!
Zach Davis: That was a devastating move! It really could've been the end.
Both Ninja and Voodoo crawl towards their corners... Ninja tags in Gable as Voodoo tags in Sakazaki!
Shannan Lerch: The International Champion and the Television Champion square off!
Gable enters the ring first, but Sakazaki Springboards over the top and hits him with an Enziguri!
Zach Davis: Springboard Enziguri, daaaaamn! Once again now we'll see the crowd's favor shift from Team Rebellion to Kira's team, considering the participants.
Kira gets up and stomps on Gable several times. He then lifts Gable up and puts him in an Arm Wringer before transitioning into a Snap Suplex. Sakazaki follows up with a pin attempt.
No!, Gable kicks out.
Shannan Lerch: Defeating the Television Champion will certainly not be easy. There's a lot on the line here!
Sakazaki backs up and waits for Gable to work his way to his feet. Once Gable is up Kira runs at him...
Zach Davis: BLUE ROSE!
But no!, Gable grabs onto the ropes and stops Kira from taking him down. He then elbows out of it and kicks Kira in the gut before taking him down with a Snap DDT!
Shannan Lerch: Kira's head spiked to the mat! Oof!
Morientes yells into the ring for a tag, wanting to utilize their Artistry finisher. Gable seemingly pretends to not hear him and instead lifts Kira up for a Brainbuster.
Zach Davis: Gable wants to win this match on his own, here comes City Lights!
But no!, Kira shifts his weight, lands behind Gable, hits a Legsweep and then an Asai Moonsault!
Morientes hits the ring and breaks it up. Morientes quickly lifts Kira up and goes for the Espanol Bomb.
Crowd: MOR-IE-EN-TES! MOR-IE-EN-TES!
Grave Dancer hits the ring before Morientes can commit to the Espanol Bomb and hits him with a Lariat from behind. The fans boo as Grave Dancer then runs at him and Clotheslines him out of the ring, both men tumbling over the top.
Shannan Lerch: I think Morientes had the Espanol Bomb/City Lights combo planned their but it didn't quite work out.
Gable is up, but Kira was up first. Sakazaki runs at him and hits the Running Russian Legsweep!
Zach Davis: There it is, Blue Rose!
Kira then tags in Voodoo to finish the job. Voodoo waits for Gable to get to his feet.
Shannan Lerch: SPEAR!
But no, Gable sidesteps it and sends Voodoo running into the turnbuckle! Gable quickly grapples him from behind and hits a Full Nelson Slam before grudgingly tagging Morientes back into the match.
Zach Davis: Recovered from the previous attack, once again here comes The Bull!
The fans roar as Morientes pulls Voodoo in...
Shannan Lerch: ESPANOL BOMB! THERE IT IS!
The fans are on their feet as Morientes goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: And there you have it! The hometown hero picks up the win here tonight!
Morientes stands and is joined in the ring by Ninja, and several moments later, Gable too. The three celebrate as their music plays.
Shannan Lerch: Rebellion moves on to the finals of the Trios Cup Tournament! But will they be facing Pantheon or Genesis?
Zach Davis: We'll find out later tonight!
Eric Price is shown rolling in his wheelchair incredibly angry at what has transpired earlier in the night as he glances to his left and notices Steve Orbit standing outside the Genesis locker room. He approaches him.
Eric Price: Steve Orbit, what are you doing?
Steve Orbit: Shh … Listening to the meeting they’re having without me. I don't believe it man, fuckin' Logan!?
Eric Price: I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, Sarah Twilight is not to be trusted. At least you’re finally learning first hand.
Steve Orbit: What the … still trying to stir the pot?
Eric Price: Says the man who is standing outside listening by the door about a meeting without his knowledge or his presence to discuss his potential replacement?
Steve acknowledges Eric’s comment.
Eric Price: Come on, let’s have a talk you and I … I think we can come up with something here.
Steve Orbit: What you got in mind?
Eric Price: Well, I was thinking we could come up with a plan because clearly Sarah Twilight is not to be trusted. She and Jeff Purse have tried to sabotage me twice here tonight.
Steve Orbit: Plan?
Eric Price: More like a business deal, just hear me out…
Eric Price and Steve Orbit begin to walk away as the conversation trails off and the shot shows the door to the Genesis locker room remaining closed. The shot then switches back to ringside to show the commentating team of Zach Davis and Shannan Lerch.
Zach Davis: Business Deal? What kind of poison is Eric Price offering Steve Orbit?
Shannan Lerch: Poison? You simply think the worst of people. Eric Price is an honest man and Steve Orbit has been feeling left out of the picture as of late with Genesis, Eric Price is simply lending a helping hand like he did with Steeltoe Joe.
Zach Davis: Well, we’ll see where this leads, so far an explosive and unpredictable night here at Slam 250!
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the grudge match of the evening!
Shannan Lerch: We have already had a Last Encounter match. A television title contender's match. An excellent tag team bout.
Zach Davis: And one the two Trios Cup match ups.
Shannan Lerch: But, now we come up to the match EVERYONE IS talking about!!!
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 has a microphone handed to him.
Brad Kane: So now is the time to say why I did what I did last week in the trios match. Why I am now a marked man by so many other people instead of these select few in Pantheon. The reason for what I did was rather simple...
People are silent as Brad smiles.
Brad Kane: And you will find out next week on Slam! Bring out Oblivion.
Shannan Lerch: It looks as if the crowd is backing Brad Kane, tonight.
Zach Davis: The crowd will be a factor in this match-up!!
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.
Zach Davis: The WCF Arena is defiantly divided tonight!
Shannnan Lerch: They sure are!!
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentleman.... The God of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!!
Brad Kane charges...
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane charges at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: Big boot to the face of Brad Kane!!!
Kane drops hard to the mat, Oblivion goes to grab for him...
Shannan Lerch: EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion stumbles back...
The Monster falls back and bounces off the ropes....
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion hits a Thesz Press on Brad Kane and proceeds to pound down onto his opponent!!
Oblivion grabs and nails Brad Kane with a couple of forearm smashes.
Zach Davis: Oblivion throws Brad Kane into the corner....
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane reverses the Irish whip...
Oblivion reverses the whip and Brad Kane lands hard into the corner.
Zach Davis: THERE GOES OBLIVION!!
Oblivion charges at Brad Kane. the Monster flies into the air.
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane moved out of the way!!
The crowd goes absolutely crazy....
Crowd: BK!! BK!! BK!!! BK!!
Oblivion crashes into the turnbuckles, but has enough sense to turn around...
Zach Davis: Spinning heel kick to the face of Oblivion!!
Shannan Lerch: The big man crashes down to the mat!!!
Zach Davis: Brad Kane is making a cover!!
The referee slides into position...
Kane flies up a couple of feet into the air and a foot backwards.
Shannan Lerch: HUGE kickout by The Monster!!
Oblivion gets up quickly. Kane slightly struggles to get up to a stable base.
Zach Davis: That kickout, knocked Kane silly.
Oblivion rushes over to a kneeling Brad Kane....
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion drops three heavy elbow drops on Kane.
Brad Kane desperately tries to fight back by landing a few shots to the mid section of Oblivion with little to no effect. Oblivion grabs the top ring rope and proceeds to stomp down onto Brad Kane!!
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Some of the crowd boos...
Half of Crowd: Let's go BK!!
The other half of Crowd: LET'S GO OBLIVION!!
Oblivion grabs Brad Kane....
Kane lifts up his right boot and slams it into the masked head of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: That made the big man stumble back.
Brad Kane quickly stands up and roars out, which causes the crowd to explode with cheers.
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!!! I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF SPEAK!!!
Kane charges at Oblivion with an running elbow....
Zach Davis: Right in the middle of the face!!!
Oblivion stumbles backwards, but Kane doesn't stop
Shannan Lerch: DROP KICK!! OBLIVION DOESN'T FALL....
Zach Davis: ENZUIGIRI!!
Oblivion falls back!! Like lightning, Brad Kane quickly nails Oblivion with two quick leg drops.
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane is going for the pin!! Kane wants this win.... BA-A-A-DD-D-D-D!!!
Zach Davis: Kane doesn't waste anytime!!
Brad Kane runs to a nearby corner, quickly.
Shannan Lerch: Kane flies!!
Zach Davis: FROG SPLASH!!
The crowd roars!!
Zach Davis: Brad Kane misses!!
Oblivion doesn't waste any time, as IT grabs Kane....
Shannan Lerch: GUTWRENCH POWER BOMB!!
Zach Davis: FALLING DOCTOR!!
Shannan Lerch: That hurt Brad Kane!! The Monster is going for the pin....
Stanley moser slides into position...
Crowd: THREE-E-EE!! NOO-O-O-O-O!!
The crowd cheers loudly!! Oblivion grabs Kane by the seat of his ring gear and tosses him out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Brad Kane was ceremoniously tossed out in front of us!!
Oblivion slithers underneath the bottom ring rope and begins to stalk Brad Kane, who begins to stand.
Shannan Lerch: OH CRAP... WATCH OUT ZACH!!
Oblivion clotheslines Brad Kane and the both of them fly over the commentary table. they land hard in between the table on the security railing. Instantly, both of them stand up and begin to throw fists.
Oblivion hits Kane with a back fist to the mid-section. Oblivion picks up Brad Kane.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is going to drop Kane across the security railing!!
Brad Kane slams several elbows to the head of Oblivion, The Monster drops Kane to the ground.
Shannan Lerch: Kane grabs Oblivion....
The crowd roars out with cheers!!
Zach Davis: Brad Kane nails Oblivion with a ddt onto the security railing!!!
Kane grabs Oblivion by the mask...
Shannan Lerch: THAT SON OF A BITCH!! HE JUST POKED BRAD KANE IN THE EYE!!
Zach Davis: Brad Kane reverses the Irish whip....
Kane runs towards Oblivion, but jumps onto the commentary table and flies off of it....
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane just flew off this desk and nailed Oblivion with a flying dropkick!!
Oblivion stumbles forward. Kane flies to the security railing and climbs on top of it.
Zach Davis: Kane is standing on the railing....
The crowd roars out!!
Shannan Lerch: BULLDOG!! HEY!! THAT VIXEN IS TRYING TO GET INSIDE THE RING!!
Stanley Moser looks confused as he tries to stop the Vixen. Kane grabs for Oblivion...
Zach Davis: Blue Haze Mist!!
Kane stumbles around, as Moser gets back involved in the match. Oblivion grabs Kane and pushes him into the ring post...
Shannan Lerch: NO-O-O-O-O!!
Oblivion slams the head of Brad Kane back into the ring post!!!
Zach Davis: Kane is now lacerated!!
Oblivion tries to slam Kane's head into the post, once again....
The crowd roars out...
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane holds out his arms and stop his own skull from connecting into the post!!
Kane grabs Oblivion and...
Zach Davis: Four hard head smashes into the ring post!!
Shannan Lerch: Through the mask, you can tell Oblivion is bleeding profusely!!
The Monster stumbles back...
Zach Davis: Brad Kane nails Oblivion with an Exploder Suplex into the security railing!!
The crowd goes completely ape shit!!
Crowd: BK!! BK!! BK!! BK!!
Kane grabs Oblivion...
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane floats around Oblivion's head....
Zach Davis: Enzuigiri!!
Shannan Lerch: The Past!!!
Kane walks over to a crumpled heap that resembles Oblivion and grabs The Monster...
WHAM!!- WHAM!!- WHAM!!
Zach Davis: Brad Kane nails an enziguri into a backdrop Driver and then into a step down enziguri
Shannan Lerch: The Present!!
Kane grabs Oblivion....
Zach Davis: Oblivion tries to fight back!!
The crowd goes absolutely crazy!!
Shannan Lerch: A cravate suplex into a running boot to the face.... The Future!!
Shannan Lerch: There!! That should be enough to wear down The Monster!!
Brad Kane lifts up his arms, as the crowd cheers!!
Crowd: BK!! BK!! BK!! BK!!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?
Shannan Lerch: Out of nowhere!! Oblivion just pulled Brad Kane into the railing.
Kane is holding his stomach!!
Oblivion charges at Kane and....
Brad Kane: AHHH-H-H-H-H-H!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion slams Brad Kane's back into the edge of the ring apron!!
Oblivion grabs Kane and...
Shannan Lerch: GUTWRENCH NECKBREAKER!!
Oblivion grabs Kane and tosses him back into the ring....
Zach Davis: Oblivion goes for the pin....
Crowd: THREE-EE-EEEE!! NO-O-OOO-O-O-O!!
Shannan Lerch: Brad Kane barely kicked out.
Oblivion grabs Kane...
Zach Davis: Oblivion tosses Brad Kane into the corner.... HARD!!!
Shannan Lerch: OH HELL!! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY BRAD!!!
Oblivion charges Kane and...
Zach Davis: Oblivion squished Brad Kane....
Shannan Lerch: Kane bounces off the turnbuckles...
Zach Davis: BELLY TO BELL SUPLEX!!
Oblivion picks up Brad Kane and throws him into another corner....
Shannan Lerch: T-Bone suplex!!
Oblivion grabs Kane, once again...
Zach Davis: This Oblivion is a madman!!
Shannan Lerch: NO!! Oblivion is a monster!!
Kane is thrown hard into the corner and bounces out in a limp and tired fashion....
Zach Davis: BACK BODY DROP!!!
Oblivion tosses Brad Kane into a fourth corner...
Shannan Lerch: The momentum has caused Brad Kane to bounce out of the corner...
Oblivion bounces off the ring ropes....
Zach Davis: KNEE LIFT!!!
That knee lift spins Brad Kane around....
Shannan Lerch: Oblivion has picked up Brad Kane....
Crowd: 51.... 50!!! 51.... 50!!! 51.... 50!!!
Zach Davis: 5150!!!
Oblivion makes the pin. Stanley Moser slides into position....
Shannan Lerch: OH MY GOD!!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion has defeated Brad Kane!!
Shannan Lerch: WHAT A MATCH!!
We cut backstage once again to findd the WCF World Heavyweight Champion, Sarah Twilight as se returns to the locker room area after having introduced the newest member of Genesis. Her cellphone makes a few chiming noises, indicating that she's received a text. Sarah reaches into her pocket and collects her cell phone, looking down at it, she smiles.
Sarah Twilight: Alright, that will work.
She comments to herself as she replies to the text message. She continues down the corridor and looks up to see....Kari Kendall directly in front of her. Kari's eyes are LOCKED on The Mistress of Mischief and the scowl upon her face is one of pure unadulterated hatred. She taps her foot repeatedly and finally speaks.
Kari Kendall: Making plans, are we?
Sarah sighs and is really not in the mood for any of this. She wasn't dumb, she knew exactly what Kari was doing here.
Sarah Twilight: Kari, I know what it is that you think. But I am telling you right now that--
Kari holds her hand up, very rudely.
Kari Kendall: DON'T! Don't even. You might have everyone else fooled, but you don't fool me. I know what you're trying to do...and I am not going to sit back and watch you try and steal my man.
Sarah Twilight: This...this is just fucking ridiculous.
Kari Kendall: Yes, it is. It's very ridiculous that some...some redheaded skank pretends to be my friend so she can move in on Jeff.
Sarah shakes her head and she is becoming very agitated at this point.
Sarah Twilight: I am NOT interested in your man. We are FRIENDS and that is ALL. Jeff has even INVITED you to come and hang out...you refused.
Kari Kendall: I don't want to hang out with...you, that's why.
Sarah Twilight: Look, I don't fucking care anymore. Believe whatever you want. I'm not going to argue with you. If you can't figure out that Jeff loves you...that's an issue that YOU are going to have to work out. Not me.
Sarah moves to walk around Kari, but the jealous woman sidesteps to keep herself in Sarah's way.
Kari Kendall: Let me tell you what you SHOULD care about. I'll be watching tonight and if what Eric says is true. If you have been with Jeff behind my back...I'm going to kill you. I will walk out to the ring next week and I won't leave until you and I have it out.
Sarah just kind of gives her a look like 'really?' Though before anything can escalate any further, Kari is interrupted by...well by her boyfriend Jeff Purse who walks into the hallway and notices what is going on.
Jeff Purse: Kari what are you DOING?
Kari folds her arms and won't even acknowledge Jeff. She just gets angrier that it looks as if Jeff is now taking Sarah's side and she glares at them both with the most hateful glare anyone has ever given to anyone else. She looks at Sarah directly once more.
Kari Kendall: Remember what I said. Next week if it's true.
Jeff Purse: Stop it Kari! You're overreacting for nothing. We're just friends. GAH!
Kari looks like she's ready to explode with anger as she clenches her fists and just steams for a few moments. She ignores Jeff again, most likely still giving him the silent treatment and she glares at Sarah once more.
Kari Kendall: BITCH!
She storms off in complete anger, leaving Jeff and Sarah standing there, sighing at the situation.
Jeff Purse: I'm sorry about that. I don't know why she's so jealous like that.
Sarah Twilight: No, it's not your fault. I just...I don't know what to think about that.
Jeff Purse: What did she do?
Sarah Twilight: She basically said she wants to fight me next week. I mean...I don't want to--
Jeff Purse: No, if she did that. Ugh, I mean you do what you have to do.
Sarah Twilight: Hopefully, we can handle all of this before then.
Jeff Purse: I'll try and talk to her. Don't know how far that will get.
Sarah nods a bit reluctantly.
Sarah Twilight: So what do you think Eric is going to try and pull tonight?
Jeff Purse: Doesn't matter because we didn't do anything wrong.
Sarah Twilight: I know that, but...we both know the lengths that Eric Price will go to...
Jeff Purse: Yeah. Just have to wait and see I guess.
Sarah Twilight: Yeah, I guess so... See you later on?
Jeff Purse: Yeah. I don't think Kari is gonna talk to me so, I could use some hang out time.
Sarah nods a bit as the two go on their way. We cut back to ringside.
We come back from commercial to the image of Scott Savage staring into the camera. His face is lit by a single candle, that flickers and dances as the air moves around it. He smiles, but the grin doesn't transfer to his eyes.
Scott Savage: Parenting... it is a strange thing. A dance that most are clueless about, yet has been going on since the beginning of time. Why is it then, that men like Brad Kane can make such horrible parents. One would think, with millions of years of evolution behind him, that even a simple man like that could at least be adequate. But alas, he is the sort of man who leads his child into danger, and then refuses to accept responsibility for the damage he has caused. Brad, your son is injured right now because of you.
Scott's eyes narrow, and his smile disappears. He glares forward, allowing the dancing flame to cast eerie shadows on his face.
Scott Savage: Brad, you must understand, you are the one who led Chris into the jungle. I'm merely the tiger that happened to devour him. It's a vicious cycle, one that you brought him into with no thought of his own well being. What sort of man does such a thing? What sort of man would push his child into traffic, and then curse the car that hit him? I will tell you: a man who only thinks of his own glory. You brought him into this business because your star is fading, and you hoped that his talent could carry on your tattered legacy. In short, you are a disgusting, self serving, careless waste of flesh.
Scott leans back, bathing himself in darkness for a moment. When he returns to the light, his grimace has grown angrier.
Scott Savage: What upsets me most of all is that you choose to blame me! Your son came after me, and attempted to destroy my carefully laid plans. He attacked a wild animal, one he never should have been around, and he was eaten. Now, on whom would you place the blame for this avoidable tragedy? The animal, or the father who allowed his child to taunt said animal? I say it is simply a matter of common sense. Another trait you seem to be sorely lacking. Here is the bottom line. I accept your challenge. Next week, Scott Savage will square off against Brad Kane himself. Of course, it is not that simple. As you seem to be in an irrational state of mind, I will take it upon myself to choose the stipulation. You and I will face off in a strap match. I plan to give you the kind of beating that you should have given that loud mouth child of yours... prepare yourself Bradley. Next week is going to be a very painful experience for you.
Scott's grin returns, before he blows out the candle, allowing the darkness to envelop him.
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. Kari, who would usually join him, is not here tonight. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope. 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 here is Pantheon, who say despite any internal strive they are still strong and say they are going to take this tournament.
Shannan Lerch: Well, I don’t know. Corey Black and Jonny Fly seem to disapprove of Jeff bringing in Brad Kane.
Zach Davis: That’s just what they say, Shannan. I didn’t make it up.
Shannan Lerch: Shut up Zach.
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.
Shannan Lerch: Genesis, though they seem to be having some internal struggles as well, seem pumped up and ready for action.
Zach Davis: That they do, Shannan. Either way, this is going to be an interesting match.
Shannan Lerch: Do you think that’s going to play a part in this match? Seemed like Steve Orbit was pretty pissed about Sarah Twilight’s and Jeff’s ‘friendship.’
Zach Davis: Only time will tell.
Only time will tell, Zach, as the ref calls for the bell, and FPV and Corey Black start circling each other in the middle of the ring. They tie up, but not for long as FPV throws Corey to the ropes, and on the rebound Corey ducks a clothesline and hits FPV in the gut with a kick, quickly nailing a snap suplex. Corey quickly picks FPV up and takes him right back to the ground with another snap suplex. Corey goes up to the ropes, comes down with intent to hit a flying elbow drop…but FPV moves out of the way. Coming down hard on canvass hurts, and it shows as Corey grabs at his elbow. FPV quickly stomps at Corey’s shoulder and elbow, trying to expose the pain more. Corey gets up slowly as FPV waits in a corner…he runs and…COREY DUCKS THE CLOTHSLINE. But FPV hits a dropkick right to Croey’s shoulder, and he goes down. FPV jumps at his chance and makes a cover.
But Corey kicks out. FPV walks over and tags in Steve Orbit, but at the same time, Corey was able to muster enough to tag in Jonny Fly. The fans become even more alive, looking for Steve Orbit vs. Jonny Fly pt. 2. As the ref is helping Corey Black out of the ring, Jonny and Steve begin walking toward each other, and with the ref’s back turned, Jonny kicks Steve right in the crotch. Steve grabs and falls to the ground. Jonny Fly stomps on Steve Orbit a bit, ending it all with a leg drop. Jonny covers…
Steve kicks out quickly.
Zach Davis: He couldn’t have thought that would work.
Shannan Lerch: I am so jealous of his girlfriend.
Zach Davis: That’s…you just said that on national television. And whose, Steve’s or Jonny’s.
Shannan Lerch: Yes.
Fly has Orbit against the turnbuckle and is unloading on him. The ref breaks it up, warning Jonny. Jonny pushes the ref out of the way. He runs at Orbit and DISCUS FLY! Orbit stumbles out of the corner and lands flat on his back in the middle of the ring. Jonny Fly has already jumped on a turnbuckle, getting ready for the Fly Swatter. Ana Valentine, though, runs around and pulls Fly’s leg out from under him, sending him crotch first onto the turnbuckle. He falls forward, landing on his stomach, holding his crotch. The ref begins the count as both competitors are down.
Jeff Purse and Corey Black try to the get a rise out of the crowd, as Jonny tries to pull himself to his feet.
Steve Orbit is also starting to move, trying to get up, using the ropes.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly is up, ending the count.
Shannan Lerch: And he tags in Jeff Purse. Just as Steve Orbit is able to tag in Ana Valentine, the woman who saved the match for him.
Jeff Purse and Ana Valentine meet in the middle of the ring. Jeff, however, seems to be focused on FPV. Ana goes at Jeff for a clothesline, he ducks it and runs over to FPV. He reaches out, FPV clinches, but Jeff just straightens his black tee shirt. And then again. Ana stares, almost in disbelief. In fact, all the competitors are watching…Jonny Fly and Corey Black shouting at him to forget it. After a moment, he finally gets the shirt to sit nice, turning around to a drop kick to the chest from Ana. Jeff goes down and she starts her offensive. Stomping on Jeff’s neck, trying to expose his old injury. She gets up on the top turnbuckle, waiting for Jeff to get up, which, eventually, he does, and she goes for a flying clothesline. However Jeff meets her in the air with a dropkick, both going down. Jeff, however, jumps back up. He hits the ropes as Ana tries to get up, but is met with a clothesline from FPV, who snuck in the ring at the last second.
Zach Davis: Ouch.
Shannan Lerch: Here comes the calvery.
Sure enough, Corey Black and Jonny Fly enter the ring, as does Steve Orbit. Corey Black comes up behind FPV, hitting a hard face buster. Steve Orbit takes the fight to Jonny Fly, flipping him out of the ring with a clothesline. Ana, seeing this as an opportunity, pins Jeff Purse.
Shannan Lerch: Corey Black breaks up the pin.
Zach Davis: And Jonny Fly hits the steel steps.
Its true, outside of the ring, Orbit has just thrown Fly into the steps. In the ring, Ana Valentine receives a Burning Hammer curteosy of Corey Black. He pulls Jeff over Ana and suicide dives out of the ring onto Steve Orbit.
Zach Davis: FPV breaks up the pin.
Shannan Lerch: Yes he did. This is fucking crazy.
FPV begins to stomp at Jeff, who tries to get to his feet despite the kicks and stomps. Jeff manages to push FPV off of him, loading up, and BOOM SPOKE! FPV’s head snaps back as he falls to the ground. Jeff, however, has no time to capitalize, Ana Valentine is up and CUPIDS BOW! Jeff rolls out of the ring, so Ana has nobody to pin. But that’s ok, cause Corey Black is back in the ring and delivers BURNING HAMMER number 2 to Ana, who falls down, hard, her body crumbled. But Orbit is up, and he is in the ring, He hits Black with a Crane Kick. Black falls as Orbit gets up on the turnbuckle…OAKLAND SPLASH. He hooks the leg, but Fly is up on the other turnbuckle, he comes flying off…FLY SWATTER!!! Fly gets up, a little dazed…and FPV out of pure instinct hits FUS ROH DUH clothesline! Both fall to the ground. Everyone is down. The ref looks around, confused…
Shannan Lerch: It was just finisher after finisher in there.
Zach Davis: Well, now everyone is on a level playing field now…
Jeff Purse is trying to climb back in the ring, he is the first to his feet, followed closely by FPV who is using the ropes to stand up. Jeff is up on the apron, seeing FPV, its his chance to capitalize, he jumps up and hits THE FUTURE! Jeff makes the cover…
NO! Steve Orbit breaks up the pin. FPV rolls out, leaving just Jeff and Steve. Steve begins to pummel Jeff, but Jeff pushes back and tries to hit The Spoke. Oribit ducks it though, and knocks Jeff out of the ring. Fly rolls in…leaving Orbit and Fly in the ring. Orbit whips Fly into the corner--
Zach Davis: Oh no, the ref got crushed between Jonny Fly and the turnbuckle! I don't think that was intentional by Orbit or Fly at all.
Shannan Lerch: Just an accident, but he looks like he's out cold.
Fly and Orbit stop for a moment to process what just happened, and then they start brawling again. Soon after, both teams spill into the ring for a three-on-three brawl.
Zach Davis: This match has deteriorated into a six-man brawl! Err, five men, one woman.
Shannan Lerch: Somebody get an official out here, quick.
Zach Davis: Here comes an offi-- NO, that's Waylon Cash!
Shannan Lerch: Here comes trouble.
Cash grabs a fire extinguisher from under the ring, and slides into the ring. Everyone in the match is too busy brawling to notice. Orbit has Fly in a half-nelson, setting him up for the Honey Dip.
Zach Davis: Watch out, Orbit!
Shannan Lerch: Waylon cracks Orbit over the head with the fire extinguisher!
Fly slips out of Orbit's grasp as Orbit collapses to the mat. Cash slides out of the ring and runs towards the back.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash just laid out Steve Orbit... again!
Orbit lays on the mat, out cold. The referee is starting to come to. Fly kicks Orbit a few times, as Ana, FPV, Black and Purse return to the apron. Fly climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Shannan Lerch: FLY SWATTER! Fly covers Orbit!
The ref crawls over and begins the count.
Ana and FPV run into the ring...
Purse and Black intercept them.
DING DING DING
"Parabola" by Tool plays over the PA.
Shannan Lerch: Pantheon advances to the finals of the Trios Cup!
Zach Davis: Yeah, with a little help from the Hellbilly. The Mack has GOT to be furious, this is like the tenth time he's been laid out by Waylon Cash, but this time he may have cost Genesis the Trios Cup.
Ana and FPV check on Orbit who is starting to stir on the mat. Fly, Purse and Black stand in the ring with their arms raised.
The titan tron immediately goes blank. Everyone looks at the large screen in confusion. All of a sudden the audio speakers become complete static. The sound of the static has every individual in the stands with their hands over their ears, covering the horrid screeching sounds.
Zach Davis: What the fuck is going on?
Shannan Lerch: Technical difficulty maybe?
The screen then turns from black to the flashing pattern of the static. The place begins to light up as the lights begin to flash on and off, like strobe lights. Zach, Shannan, and the entire crowd turn their heads away from the strobe lights. Closing their eyes trying to sheild themselves from the blinding lights. Screams from little kids can be heard just over the loud sounds of the static.
Zach Davis: THIS IS MORE THAN JUST TECHNICAL PROBLEMS!
Shannan Lerch: GET SOME ONE TO MAKE IT STOP!
A large flash comes across the arena from the titantron. Everything goes black and silent as all the lights and audio blow a fuze. Screams can be heard from little kids as well as some of the more flamboyant adults. After a few moments from the flash the titan tron begins to come back on, only there is an odd shot of a mask with the camera slightly tilted to the right. After moments of the camera moving around, it is finally balanced back to the center as the man in the mask slowly begins to walk back as the background of a night sky is revealed.
The lights in the arena come back on as Zach and Shannan begin to speak but their microphones are still off because of the overload. The masked man is wearing a black hoodie and a pair of jeans, as well as a pair of hiking boots. As he walks back, the background becomes more visible, eventually showing three cars parked on the roof in which he is located. The masked man pulls out a recorder from his pocket, and pushes the play button, unleashing the sound of a very deep and troubled voice.
Masked Man: Hello ladies and gentleman, welcome to the 250th anniversary of Slam. What a great milestone in the company of the Wrestling Championship Federation, commonly known as the WCF. Much as my other fellow members of the WCF Universe I am here for one simple reason, and that is to celebrate the milestone in which the WCF has achieved over the past decade. I have been watching week in and week out, watching the same old wrestlers and some new, come and go, just to return to the spotlight for one mere month to prove that they can no longer contest with the new kids on the block. Of course I speak for many of you, who hate to see these old faces pop up to just show us how much they truly need to stay retired. I speak of course of many returnees, just to name a fraction of the individuals, Adam Young, Brad Kane, Gravedigger, Odin Balfore, and of course the all time returnee, that has proved they dont have the ability anymore, and I speak of non other than the legendary Logan.
Many of you may disagree, but there are a select few knowledgeable individuals here tonight that agree with me, but don't have the testicles to say it out loud. No one wasnt to be the bad guy, the one to speak the truth and to reveal the darkness of the Wrestling Championship Federation. Well I am here to be that man, to be the dark knight, to hide in the shadows and prove to not only the WCF Universe, but the entire WCF roster, just what it takes to be top dog around here. Many of you don't know it yet, but I hold the leashes for many of you. My fingers are wrapped around your careers, and they are strapped to your throats. I have already shown you a few of the weak, Roy Speede, Jay Price, and Morientes. All men that I already have around my finger, I control their destiny in this business, and I can take it away just as easy as it was to blind side them during the past couple of months. No one is safe, people don't simply pay attention to what is happening around them. I have attacked three individuals that are...semi...huge names around here. Yet the roster just turns the other way. Well I am tired of just being ignored, tonight I will prove to all of you that I am not to be messed with. Tonight, everyone in the building will believe that I am a threat, to everyone backstage, and even in the safe audience seats. Everyone should fear me, but a select few should respect me, some of you have finally come out of the shadows and announced that they back my presence, but most of you turn the other way. I wont stop until everyone, in the back, and sitting in their seats presently, in the future, and in the past, respects me!
To show you just how serious I am I have a little demonstration to show everyone here tonight that will definitely get you talking, and keep you talking.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, we just got our audio back, but we do not have control of the titan tron nor the speakers. We have just been informed that a security squad has been sent up towards the roof to stop this madman.
Shannan Lerch: I dont think this man is to messed with, I think we should just leave him.
Zach Davis: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?!
Shannan Lerch: He has attacked several wrestlers already, arent you a little frightened you could be next Zach?
The masked man goes to the first car, a beat up pick up truck, the paint rusted and one wheel is completely missing from its frame. The masked man takes a baseball bad from underneath it and begins to swing at the headlights, shattering the bulbs in many pieces.
Masked Man: What an improvement? You see these cars...
The masked man takes a swing at the second car, a normal SUV, that seats seven. Swing after swing beats up the SUV more and more, until the masked man drops the bat and pulls out an ice pick from his pocket, inserting it in the front wheels. The air can be heard spilling out of the car making it completely useless.
Masked Man: These cars stand for the three stables that are currently in the WCF, Rebellion, Gen...
Once again the masked man stops and moves to the next car a luxury car. He takes the pick, just poking holes in the top of the hood. Eventually he drops the pick and picks up a handsaw, he begins to cut through the top of the coupe. Cutting off one side of the roof, moving over towards the other side. He cuts it off as well, taking the roof and folding it back, making it a convertible. Jumping up and down on the trunk, denting the car even more.
Masked Man: Genesis, and Pantheon.
Zach Davis: Where is security!?
Shannan Lerch: They should have been up there already...
Masked Man: Everyone sees me as a monster, but I am far from it. I am a hero. The man that will be saving all of you from the same old ignorance that occurred last year. I am not the monster here in the WCF, the three groups that I named are the true monsters in the WCF, Rebellion, Genesis, and Pantheon.
The sound of banging at the roof door can be heard. As the WCF security can be heard banging at the door as the masked man turns his attention towards the door. He runs to the side of the luxury can and pulls out a gas can, and begins to pour it on all three of the cars. The yells from the security guards can be heard as he continues to poor the gasoline on the three vehicles.
Shannan Lerch: What is he doing!?
Zach Davis: I don't believe what he is doing!? He is completely covering those cars in gasoline, I cant believe my eyes!
Security Guards: Open this door or we will break it down!.
The masked man pulls out a lighter and positions himself towards the ledge of the roof. Reaching down and putting a backpack on his back. But before they are able to knock down the door he is able to flip the switch igniting the small flame in the lighter.
As soon as the light of the frame is seen the door opens with force as all the men stop seeing the lighter in his hand. The masked man just continues to stand on the ledge as he speaks his last words before the security squad leaps at him.
Masked Man: It looks like our little lesson is cut short, until next time...
The security squad leaps towards the masked man, trying to stop him. But before they can reach him the masked man throws the lighter towards the cars, igniting them in flames as he turns and leaps off the building.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL!?
Shannan Lerch: DID HE JUST JUMP!?
The security squad moves towards the ledge of the roof, watching the man falling from the sky, until a large parachute is pulled from the backpack he has around his back. As he glides down the building he lands in the street, pulling the parachute off his back, and running into a dark alley.
As the fire burns it moves towards the middle of the roof, lighting up certain parts of the concrete showing the words of “Rebellion”, “Genesis” and “Pantheon” written in fire. The sound of fire truck sirens can be heard in the background, as the firetrucks reach the arena, heading towards the roof.
Zach Davis:...well it seems we are back to having complete one hundred percent control over the video and audio once again.
Shannan Lerch: Well while the fire squad does their thing, lets take a commercial break after the events that has occurred.
Shannan Lerch: The time is here and now. Sarah Twilight is actually teamed up with her Asesinato De Mayo opponent, Skyler Striker to take on her former stablemate, Waylon Cash and a man who has made it his business to make a HUGE statement as of late, Odin Balfore.
Zach Davis: Twilight and Striker don't appear to have any interest in being partners tonight. However, with a common enemy, it should be interesting to see how this plays out.
Shannan Lerch: There's about to be a war!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first.....
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind.
Kyle Steel: Being accompanied to the ring by Scott Savage, from Macon, Georgia weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds....he is "The Hellbilly" WAYLON CASH!
He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
Kyle Steel: And his partner...
“With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system.
Kyle Steel: From Houston, Texas...standing seven feet tall and weighing in at three hundred and forty pounds...he is "The Nordic Tank" ODIN BALFORE!!!
The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and BOO loudly and 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 continue to boo. Though Odin doesn't care as he ignores it and makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...
"Hands" by The Almost begins blaring through the arena...“With our hands held high we're screaming..."
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Perth, Australia and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds....he is SKYLER STRIKER!
The crowd scream 'whoa-oh whoa-oh oh' and in doing so introduce Skyler Striker. Striker makes his way to the ring in his usual fashion, focused and determined. Once inside, he stands in the center of the ring and bows his head, his arms outstretched and fists clenched. He then opens his palms to the audience, causing white pyro to explode from the ring posts. Striker throws his effects out of the ring and prepares for the match.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner....
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to cheer MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred and forty two pounds, she is The WCF World Heavyweight Champion...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage with the WCF World Championship around her waist. She is greeted with deafening cheers and soaks them all in. The vibrant redhead confidently swaggers towards the ring and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle in succession, pointing out toward the crowd with one hand while holding the WCF Title skyward in the other and smiling. The cheers become even LOUDER. As the music continues, Sarah rolls outside of the ring and finds a young fan sitting at ringside. She removes her signature "You Don't Matter" tee shirt that she wears over her wrestling attire and gives it to the young fan before returning to the ring as the music dies down.
Shannan Lerch: Can Striker and Twilight co-exist? Will they be able to put something together and emerge victorious? Or will the pairing of Waylon Cash and Odin Balfore put a notch under their belts by defeating the World Champion and the Number One Contender in the same night?
Zach Davis: I don't think they care to work together. They are opponents in two weeks, after all. But they're going to have to put that aside tonight. There's no two ways about it.
Emily Westbrook calls for the bell as Sarah Twilight and Waylon Cash start of the match. Sarah uses her quickness right off the bat to catch the larger Waylon with a front dropkick as she rushes him the moment the bell sounds. Waylon gets himself back to his feet quickly after taking the sudden hit, and as he does he is taken over with a snapmare. Sarah follows this up with a tri-fecta of forearms to the back of Waylon's head, stunning the man. She backs herself into the ropes, as if setting up for another assault on Cash...but instead she SLAPS a surprised Skyler Striker's arm, tagging him into the match.
Shannan Lerch: Fast tag by Sarah already. It would appear that Sarah Twilight and Skyler Striker might actually co-exist successfully here tonight.
Zach Davis: I don't know about that. That tag wasn't exactly...friendly.
Striker wastes no time picking up where Sarah left off as he stomps down on Waylon with a determined fire. Waylon stumbles to his feet after scrambling away from the vicious stomps and Striker is hot on his trail as he blasts him with a spear tackle and starts swinging wild fists at him as the Hellbilly covers up. The number one contender finally composes himself again after the flurry and makes it back to his feet. He takes a few steps back and then picks up a little momentum for a knee drop to Waylon's head. However, Waylon rolls out of the way and Striker meets nothing but canvas.
Zach Davis: Nobody home there for Skyler Striker. Waylon having an opportunity to swing the match into his favor.
Shannan Lerch: Oh I am sure they will give Striker and Twilight a fight.
Still a bit stunned, Waylon staggers to his feet, shaking of the effects of the HARD flurry of punches just a few moments ago. Striker works out the kink in his knee for a moment and makes it to his feet. Waylon uses the moment he was given to his advantage and nails a stiff roundhouse to the side of Striker's head. Striker stumbles forward and falls to the mat. Waylon measures him as he tries to make it to his feet and, while on his knees, he sends another stiff side kick to Striker's face, sending him back down.
Shannan Lerch: There we go! That's what I'm talking about!
Now, Waylon makes his way to his corner and tags in Odin Balfore. The freshly returned bad motha fucka enters the ring and keeps the pressure on Striker. He locks in a grounded sleeper hold from behind and YANKS Striker up to his feet, trying to put him out, quickly. Striker struggles a bit in the predicament and Westbrook is there to check for a submission. Striker refuses. Odin wrenches the hold some more and Striker groans out in agony. Westbrook checks for the submission yet again, but she doesn't need to wait for an answer as Striker starts driving his elbows back into Balfore, doing everything he can to break from from the hold. After a few stern shots, Odin responds by lifting Striker into the air and SLAMMING him down in a modified version of a full nelson slam.
Odin stalks the number one contender, picking his spots as he bends down to haul Striker back to his feet again. Striker, however is a bit too fast for Balfore and he pulls Odin down into an inside cradle before he knows what has happened. Emily Westbrook immediately slides in for the count.
Odin is able to kick out of the cradle before three.
Zach Davis: Near fall there by Striker. It was almost over right there!
Shannan Lerch: Are you kidding me? Striker is good, but not THAT good.
Zach Davis: Whatever you say, Shannan.
Both competitors back to their feet again and Skyler Striker pulls Balfore in for a short arm clothesline that the HUGE Odin somehow manages to duck under and get behind Striker. Striker now turns around only to get a strong headbutt to the face which backs him off, giving Odin some space to work with. And work with it he does as he takes a few steps forward, and blasts Striker with a huge clubbing forearm that staggers Striker back. He follows this up with a big boot that puts Striker down. Odin forces Striker back up and sends him for an Irish whip, however Striker hangs on and instead hops up, catching Balfore off guard with a DDT that plants the big man into the canvas.
Shannan Lerch: An opportunity now for Striker and Twilight!
Now, with Balfore down, Striker makes his way to his corner and tags Sarah back into the match with just as hard a slap against the arm as she had to him earlier. The vicious redhead climbs into the ring and heads after Odin, who is slowly getting back to his feet. However, he shoves her away and makes a slight dive toward his corner, tagging Waylon back into the match. Waylon comes into the ring and Sarah rushes at him as well, but she is cut short in her effort as he downs her with a sit out neckbreaker. Cash and Balfore now take control of the match.
Waylon is slow and methodical in his pace now as he hauls the redhead back to her feet and delivers a perfect back breaker, causing Sarah to groan in pain. Waylon covers her, pressing his forearm against the side of her face for added leverage as the ref slides into position.
NO! Sarah shoots a shoulder up.
Shannan Lerch: Sarah able to stay in this thing. But Cash and Balfore looking to end this early.
Zach Davis: They want to make a statement. Deafeating the World Champion...or the Number One Contender would do just that.
Shannan Lerch: That isn't going to be an easy task. And the longer this match goes on, the more it favors Striker and Twilight.
Waylon pulls himself to his feet with a scowl on his face as he drags Sarah up with him. She explodes, firing off shots at him left and right, making a comeback at the larger man. However, he fires back with a thrust to her throat and follows it up by barreling through her with a shoulder tackle. Waylon takes this opportunity to move toward Striker's corner and feigns a shot at Striker, drawing him into the ring. Westbrook keeps to her duty as the official and tries to get Skyler Striker back in his corner. This allows Odin Balfore to enter the ring and the two men double team Sarah with a series of vicious stomps and kicks. The assault only further 'enrages' Striker thus keeping Westbrook occupied with him.
Zach Davis: Look at this! Already the underhanded tactics are coming into full swing!
Shannan Lerch: Striker is enabling the double team. He needs to get back in his corner.
Zach Davis: I think he is actually, enjoying the fact that his future opponent is getting the stuffing stomped out of her.
The two men take full advantage. Waylon lifts Sarah up into a back breaker position once again as Balfore kneels down, placing his knee forward. Waylon takes a jump and CRASHES the World Champion's back across Odin's knee in a sidewalk slam manner. Sarah yells out in agony. Skyler Striker is finally forced to exit the ring and Westbrook focuses her attention back on the legal participants just in time to see Waylon take to the apron, assuring her that they made a tag. Of course, there was no legal tag made between the men as Balfore continues to work Sarah over.
Zach Davis: No tag was made, but Westbrook seems to think there was. Odin Balfore taking complete control here after some sneaky cheap shotting!
Shannan Lerch: Hey, she thinks they tagged, then they tagged. Besides, they have the ring experience. Like true ring Generals, they control how everything around them happens. Emily Westbrook is being played like a fiddle with such beautiful precision!
Zach Davis: How can you be enjoying this?
Shannan Lerch: I never said it was right...still entertaining though.
Balfore drops a knee down into the small of her back and again she yells out in pain. He hauls her to her feet and sends her into the turnbuckle on an Irish whip with authority. She hits it hard with her back, but has no time to dwell on that pain because Balfore followed her in, running a hard knee into her ribs. The air is pushed from her and she gasps for precious oxygen. She stumbles forward and Odin stays on her. He grabs her from behind for a back body drop, but she manages to roll out of it, still winded. In a quick attempt, she rushes at him with a HARD dropkick that staggers him. Balfore is teetering and Sarah hits the ropes and comes at him again with a HARD burst clothesline that only staggers him a bit further but he remains on his feet. Finally, she hops up to the second rung of the turnbuckle and LEAPS off for yet another clothesline...this one FINALLY takes Balfore off his feet. Now, she falls to her knees and begins breathing heavily.
Zach Davis: Damn it! She's almost finished! Just get back up and break that skinny little girl!
Sarah catches her breath after a few moments and slowly starts making her way toward her corner. But, Waylon rushes the ring, nailing her from behind with a forearm that sends her down. Westbrook steps in, immediately getting in Waylon's face, warning him out from the ring. Waylon argues with the official as Odin makes it back to his feet. Sarah again starts making it toward Striker who actually has his arm outstretched, but Balfore grabs hold of the crawling redhead's ankle and starts pulling her away from her corner. Sarah thinks quickly and pushes herself up, sending a sharp kick at Odin's head as she catches him with an enziguri, freeing herself from his grip. She follows this up with a jumping neckbreaker that uses all of her might to pull the HUGE Odin Balfore down. However, it does send him crashing to the mat. Now, without hesitation, she heads toward Striker with a dive and tags the number one contender back into the match.
Shannan Lerch: And here we go! Striker is tagged into the match and the tide is shifting!!
The crowd roars as Striker pushes himself up to the top turnbuckle and dives off with a cross body knocking Balfore back down again. The 'Bad Motha Fucka' gets back to his feet only to be taken down with a hurricarrana which is followed by an elbow drop for good measure. Striker is cleaning house with Odin Balfore! Though, the burst is short lived as Westbrook has finally gotten Waylon from the ring and now she turns her attention to Skyler Striker and informs him to leave the ring. He argues that the tag was made, however, she never saw it as she was busy with Waylon, who is now dragging Odin Balfore over to his own corner as the argument ensues.
Zach Davis: Again with the distractions! Sarah clearly made a legal tag to Striker. But that idiot was again preoccupied with Waylon.
Shannan Lerch: Yes! That's right, get back in your corner Striker! Let the redhead continue to get beat!
After the protest, Striker begrudgingly leaves the ring and Sarah is still considered the legal participant for her team. Waylon reaches down and tags the dazed Odin Balfore now, making sure that Westbrook sees it and enters the ring fresh. He goes right to work on Sarah, slamming her with repeated forearm shots. This is followed by a suplex, which is executed a bit slowly, but nonetheless is effective. Sarah hits the mat and groans again in pain. Waylon takes his time getting to his feet, having the match under control and methodically stalks Twilight. He reaches down, hauling the redhead to her feet, only to be caught by surprise with a jaw breaker. Sarah is still hurting a bit, but gets herself to her feet and is looking completely pissed off!
Zach Davis: What? Oh no! No! No! No!
Shannan Lerch: Twilight is putting herself into another place right now...and she needs to! Her team has been on the wrong end of things almost the entire time.
Sarah looks absolutely furious as she makes it to her feet, glaring immensely at Waylon. She measures him. Waylon gets to his feet and she flies at him with a forearm, knocking him back. She follows up with a running dropkick that seems to come out of virtually nowhere! This knocks Waylon off of his feet and she wastes no time. She climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off with a moonsault and comes crashing down atop him with a double foot stomp to the chest with Broken Spirit! She immediately drops down for a cover attempt. Referee slides into position for the count.
Shannan Lerch: Phew! That was close!
Waylon manages to kick a shoulder off the mat. But Twilight is not letting up. She's all over the place as if crazed. Elbows, kicks and flying variations of punches and lariats come at Waylon from almost every angle imaginable and she shows no signs of slowing down. A flying forearm comes sailing toward Balfore who is on the apron, but he hops down, avoiding contact.. Sarah turns around to continue her wicked assault on Waylon, however Odin reaches in and grabs both of her ankles, pulling them out from under her and she falls face first on the canvas. This gives Waylon some much needed time to recover and he pulls himself up.
Zach Davis: Oh gimmie a break!
Shannan Lerch: Hey, she asked for it by taking a swing at him!
Seeing Twilight down, he opts to make his ascent to the top, leaping off and NAILING her with a diving elbow drop to the small of her back. He connects full force, again knocking the wind out of her. Having taken advantage of the cheap shot by Balfore now, he rolls her over for the pinfall and the ref makes the count.
Striker makes the save just before three. He grabs hold of Waylon and uses everything he has to toss him through the ropes to the outside. Westbrook again escorts Striker from the ring and back to his corner.
Zach Davis: Skyler Striker with the save. He really needs to get into this match. But so far, Cash and Balfore have effectively cut the ring off for Sarah Twilight.
Shannan Lerch: That's because they are world class wrestlers, Zach. World Class!
Zach Davis: World Class Cheaters more like it!
The crowd is stomping their feet getting behind Sarah Twilight who again has the chance to make the much needed tag to her partner. Sarah crawls toward her corner and Striker is there with arm outstretched, waiting for this tag. Sarah is slowly making it and now, Waylon rolls himself back into the ring and rushes after Twilight to prevent the tag. But she gets it! This time, Westbrook sees it and Skyler Striker rushes into the ring about as pissed off as we've ever seen him. He nails a toe kick, and then a chop, punches, more kicks. He's nearly possessed!
Zach Davis: And Striker finally gets back into the match!
Shannan Lerch: Oh no. Damn....ugh!
Waylon scrambles backwards to avoid the onslaught, looking for a tag to his partner. A quick shove that sends Striker back a few steps seems to be enough of an opening, however he does not relent. Instead, Striker comes back at Waylon rushing him and taking him down with a neckbreaker before he can get to Odin Balfore. Skyler Striker is on fire and continues the assault of Waylon. Though he sees an opening, and pulls Striker's tights forward and sends a kick up into his head, staggering Striker back. Odin enters the ring, this time to goad Sarah into the ring, but it doesn't work with the redhead who is making absolutely certain that the tactics are no longer going to be effective.
Shannan Lerch: She's just standing there like an idiot!
Zach Davis: Sarah isn't trigger happy, that's not going to work on her!
Shannan Lerch: Bullshit, she's just letting Striker go it alone.
Zach Davis: She went it alone half of this match!
Shannan Lerch: So? No excuse.
The failed attempt at more shenanigans only serves as a means to more punishment for Waylon. Striker hits a snap suplex, and sends a barrage of punches and kicks. Finally he sends Waylon into the turnbuckle with an Irish whip, and he follows up with a high knee. As Waylon stumbles back out of the corner he is met with a vicious superkick to the jaw!
Shannan Lerch: Waylon is in a lot of trouble here!
Zach Davis: Striker on fire right now.
Waylon goes down hard and Striker makes his way up the turnbuckle. The crowd ROARS as he LEAPS off for the Skyler High Dive and instead...he is met by Surtr's Revenge on his way down. Odin with the knock out punch to Striker mid-flight! Balfore moves Cash over and drapes the Hellbilly's arm over the fallen Striker before being escorted from the ring by Emily Westbrook.
Westbrook drops into position as Sarah Twilight glares across the ring at Odin before...hopping DOWN from the apron.
Zach Davis: Uh, Sarah? Why is she leaving?
Shannan Lerch: I told you they wouldn't make it. Their match in two weeks is what this is ALL about.
:: DING DING ::
The bell rings as Odin Balfore walks over to Striker and grabs him by the throat. Striker tries to Fight Balfore off but Odins grip is too string.
Zach Davis: We got a very pissed off Balfore, looking to make more of an impact.
Shannan Lerch: Striker, caught off guard and out of gas. Odins got him high in the air...
Zach Davis: Oh no, shades of Aftermath! Odin has Striker of high...
Shannan Lerch: And striker takes the thirteen foot fall from the ring to the floor below. Massive choke slam by Odin onto the number one contender.
Zach Davis: Well Shannan, we heard Odin say that he's coming back to make an impact and taking gout the champion one week and the number one contender the next week is just the sorta impact he's looking for. Striker may have earned it but its Balfore whose just trying to add his name to the mix.
Shannan Lerch: Well Strikers Pantheon and all of Pantheon hates Odin so i'm not sure if this is a smart move or not.
Zach Davis: Well if you had to pick one guy to go one on one with Pantheon, Odin Balfore would have to be at the very top of that list.
Odin Balfore steps out of the ring and down to the floor, as he picks up Striker.
Shannan Lerch: Twilight already headed off to the back and why should she go and help Striker, even if she hates Balfore, he's just doing her a favor.
Balfore rolls Striker in the ring, and lifts him up high into the air again...
Zach Davis: Ragnarok!
Odin Just looks down at Striker and shakes his head then looks around the ring and holds his arm up in triumph.
Shannan Lerch: Striker talked about the changing landscape of WCF but I think Odins changed it again, only this time, he's changing whose playing the game. How will this affect the Championship match? We'll find out next week!
As the match concludes, footage is shown in the big screen of Sarah Twilight and Jeff Purse in a nightclub. Both of them dancing, Jeff grabbing at Sarah’s breasts and Sarah grabbing at Jeff’s privates as they both dance very closely. Then as the video continues to roll on, it shows both of them face each other and kiss passionately on the lips. The footage then continues to loop.
Zach Davis: What the?
Shannan Lerch: See, I told you Mr. Eric Price was right.
Zach Davis: But…
Shannan Lerch: The footage does not lie.
Sarah Twilight looks completely shocked as she looks on from the ring, exhausted from her match but starts looking down a bit as Eric Price walks out from the backstage area with his crutches slowly with a huge smile on his face.
Zach Davis: And look, here comes Eric Price, all smiles about this. What a sick bastard!
Shannan Lerch: Honest man is what he is, Jeff Purse and Sarah Twilight denied the whole thing and he’s been harping on about it for a while now and the whole time he was telling the truth.
Zach Davis: Well … I suppose you’re right he was telling the truth about it but he was doing it for self-serving purposes, the egotistical bastard.
Shannan Lerch: Oh sure, he’s egotistical but you don’t get angry at neither Jeff Purse or Sarah Twilight for doing the deed.
As the footage continue to loop and Sarah Twilight glares at Eric Price, none other than Kari Kendall, Jeff Purse’s girlfriend is shown to walk out from the backstage area next to Eric Price crying as Eric hugs and comforts her as he simply smiles devilishly at Sarah Twilight who looks completely angered yet embarrassed at the same time.
Zach Davis: And oh my … Kari Kendall who is most hurt about this revelation taking comfort with Eric Price, that is something I never thought I’d see. Folks, a lot of secrets here revealed tonight but what will the ramifications of this be? We’ll find out next week on Slam. Good night from the very special 250th edition of Slam!
The scene fades away on the shot of Eric Price smiling and comforting Kari Kendall.