The Slam logo and WCF logo appear on the screen to signal the start of Slam. As the logo fades, the entrance to the Ford Center is shown as the last few fans are getting in at the start of the show.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to Slam and … hey wait a minute!
The Ford Center’s security is shown taking tickets from fans when all of a sudden, Eric Price is shown arriving with a ticket in hand. He is dressed in a black sport coat, black pants, and a navy blue shirt, two buttons unbuttoned near the top, no tie as he has a smile on his face.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is he doing here? He was fired.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he bought a ticket and is coming to the show as a fan. He has a right to do that.
Erin Robbins: I don’t know if Sarah’s going to like this.
Eric starts slapping hands with surprised fans as they greet him as the scene fades to the introduction to Slam!
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai hits and all of a sudden, Slam is on the air!
Freddy Whoa: MY BODY IS READY! SLAM IS LIVE!
Erin Robbins: ...What?
Freddy Whoa: Just something I heard on the internet, Erin. Anyway, Slam is here, and it is the last Slam before War, and can we find out who the Masked Man is already, or that robed guy, or what? I want to know what's going on!
Erin Robbins: Maybe we'll know tonight, maybe not, Freddy. If not, tune into Wednesday Night for the latest details, I'm sure.
Freddy Whoa: BUT I WANNA KNOW NOWWWWW!
Erin Robbins: ...Let's just talk about tonight. We've got a HUGE Gauntlet match as our main event! Five teams are competing in this gauntlet match, as booked by the wonderful Sarah Twilight.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, so wonderful she's made every match a No DQ match. Do you know what the WCF wrestlers will do with that!? We'll have half of our roster maimed, and it just may happen in this one match!
Erin Robbins: Our teams are Cormack MacNeill, Jon Michaels, Seifer Black Armstrong... Logan, Oblivion, and Jordan Caliban... Night Rider, Odin Balfore, and Deuce Maximus... S-PAC, Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu, and John Gable... and BRAVADO! Nathan von Liebert, Jonathan Jakobs, and Steeltoe Joe!
Freddy Whoa: I don't even want to talk about Bravado. I'm not a fan of Eric Price, but what Sarah did to him... you've gotta feel bad for him, at least a little bit. I was never an "EPPW" guy or anything but I'm sure as hell not a Bravado guy!
Erin Robbins: That's why you're getting shipped back to Wednesday Night ASAP, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Sigh. Either way, many of our top stars are in this match, and going into War, that makes it huge. Whichever team wins tonight gets huge momentum going into the biggest WCF match of the year.
Erin Robbins: We've got other matches tonight too. After their issues last week, Ana Valentine is in the ring!, and she's up against Denise D'Evil!
Freddy Whoa: These ain't "divas" or "knockouts," Erin, these are wrestlers. This will be a match between two incredibly gifted athletes and I can't wait.
Erin Robbins: We also have the return to the ring of Bobby Cairo.
Freddy Whoa: You don't sound too excited.
Erin Robbins: He's a disgusting misogynist. Then again, so is Doc Henry. I hope they both kill each other.
Freddy Whoa: This is Bobby Cairo's first singles match in a long, LONG time, Erin, but he's a WCF veteran through and through. He's been in this company longer than most, and going into War, he's going to be a contender, to say the least.
Erin Robbins: Last week, we saw NBK Inc. attack John Barber and steal the Television Title, only to present it to Sarah Twilight and Eric Price as a wedding present. Well, that wedding didn't really happen, so now NBK Inc. gets a shot against Barber to win that belt officially.
Freddy Whoa: They've held it before, Erin, they could hold it again.
Erin Robbins: We finally have the hardcore match that Havok has been asking for! He's gonna face Tek. No DQs, falls count anywhere, weapons allowed... you name it, they can do it.
Freddy Whoa: Thanks, Sarah Twilight, thanks. This is bullshit, we have STACY ROBINSON facing Lionheart. She's not a wrestler!
Erin Robbins: She's just doing what's fair, Freddy. You thought Eric Price was fair leadership? SARAH TWILIGHT is fair leadership.
Freddy Whoa: ...sure. And lastly, our People's Champion is relegated to working the opening match, and he's against Biohazard.
Erin Robbins: Right where he belongs! Let's start the show!
As Freddy Whoa and Erin Robbins finish up the show introductions the lights go completely dark. The video wall goes to static and the sound of the snowy picture is ostentatious and very grating to the ears of the capacity crowd. After a few moments, the static begins to fade as a series of words begin to scroll on the screen. A deep narrative voice begins to read the text as it slowly scrolls by.
"IN THE HISTORY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING ... IT IS THOSE WHO HAVE SOUGHT TO CHANGE THE COURSE OF THE MUNDANE WITH INNOVATION, FORESIGHT, AND THE UNDYING PASSION FOR COMPETITION WHO SHALL BE IMMORTALIZED IN THE VERY HALLS OF ITS EXISTENCE."
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, what is all of this about?
Erin Robbins: Shhh. This seems important. Just listen.
"WITH DEEP TRADITION ROOTED IN THE HEARTS AND MINDS OF EVERY INDIVIDUAL WHO HAS STEPPED FOOT WITHIN THE CONFINES OF THE SQUARED CIRCLE ... THEY EACH HAVE SOUGHT TO LEAVE THEIR OWN IMPRINT. ALL HAVE TRIED AND FEW HAVE SUCCEEDED. TONIGHT, WE EMBARK ON A NEW ERA THE LIKES OF WHICH PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING HAS NOT SEEN AT ANY TIME BEFORE THIS DAY. TONIGHT THE WEAK WILL BE SEPARATED FROM THE STRONG. THE MEEK WILL BE PLUCKED OUT FROM THE RANKS OF THE UNYIELDING."
Freddy Whoa: Oh gimmie a break with this. You would think that GOOD things are about to happen around here. That couldn't be further from the truth.
Erin Robbins: I believe that WCF as a company is heading toward the best era in all of its history. Great things ARE happening and we are going to eliminate the waste. Don't you see it?
Freddy Whoa: I see something ... but it sure as hell isn't anything great.
"NO LONGER WILL THE FAILURES OF THE PAST CONTINUE TO HAUNT THE FUTURE OF A BUSINESS DESIGNED TO GIVE RISE TO THE VERY BEST ... AND SERVE THOSE WHO DO NOT HAVE WHAT IT TAKES, WITH DISAPPOINTMENT. TONIGHT ... WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION IS REBORN TO A NEW BEGINNING. A NEW DIRECTION, AND A NEW VISION."
The crowd is booing VERY LOUDLY at this point.
The screen scrolls completely blank for a few seconds until finally the last of the introduction comes into focus on the screen. The narrative voice finishes out.
"THE QUEEN TAKES HER RIGHTFUL PLACE UPON THE THRONE."
As the narration finishes up there is a HUGE explosion of fireworks just above the entrance ramp. A very heavy guitar begins to play its opening chords. The entire stage wall begins to light up as "Harvester of Sorrow" by Metallica begins to fill the arena.
"Pure Black Looking Clear
A silhouette appears behind the curtain as a spotlight shines down in front of it. The racacous melody continues into the heavy guitar solos as Sarah Twilight steps out from behind the curtain to a HUGE chorus of boos from the crowd. She ignores them completely.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time please welcome the Owner of Wrestling Championship Federation .... she is "The Only One Who Matters In Professional Wrestling" ...." The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Erin Robbins: And there she is! The new owner of WCF. The greatest owner we've ever had the privilege of working for. In just a week's time, she has changed the landscape of this company. No more disqualifications, no wastes of space. No crybabies seeking medical attention for every cut and scrape they get.
Freddy Whoa: How about not caring about her employees? How about unfairly cutting wages? How about making this a dangerous work environment?
Erin Robbins: Professional Wrestling is a dangerous sport. They need to suck it up and get with the program.
The crowd is just coming UNGLUED with boos as Sarah swaggers down the entrance ramp. She is dressed in one of her signature tee shirts that reads "The Only One" as well as a pair of black denim jeans and a black pair of Nikes with a white swoosh and trim. Her silver pentacle dangles around her neck and her long, gorgeous red hair flows freely down past her shoulders. She hops up onto the ring apron and looks around as she continues to be showered with boos. The heavy song beats continue.
"YOU'LL SUFFER UNTO ME."
Freddy Whoa: If there is one thing I can say here ... those words are very appropriate. I am sure that many will certainly suffer under the dictatorship that we now have here in WCF.
Erin Robbins: Anyone who suffers under Sarah's leadership deserves it. WCF has no time for useless competitors. Sarah is simply cutting the fat. She is doing what everyone else has always wanted to but just didn't have the heart to make those tough decisions.
Freddy Whoa: Heart? I'm sorry Erin, but I am pretty damn certain that Sarah Twilight has no heart. Anyone who can stand out here at an altar and do what she did last week ... there is no way she has a conscience or a caring fiber in her entire body.
Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER. Kyle Steel hands her a microphone before exiting the ring. The crowd has no intentions of letting her speak and they just boo about as loud as they possibly can. Sarah simply speaks over them.
Sarah Twilight: GONE ...
The boos just continue.
Sarah Twilight: GONE are the days of mediocrity in the business of professional wrestling. Gone are the insignificant being handed what they did not earn. Gone are the days of decisions being made to appease you pathetic, unimportant SHEEP! I do not give a shit what ANY of you want!
The crowd is simply responding how you'd expect ... more yelling of obscenities and heavy booing.
Freddy Whoa: Those "sheep" are the reason Sarah even has a company to "run." Without them, she doesn't have a sandbox to dictate in.
Erin Robbins: Oh please. These people have no idea what true talent is. The facts are that people like Jeff Purse, Eric Price and Ana Valentine just don't cut it. These idiots cheer for people who are just as sad as they are. Sarah doesn't have to keep dead weight employed because the morons in the stands like them.
Sarah Twilight: I am not here to be popular with you twits ... I am not here to make ANY of you happy. I could care less about any of you. The fact of the matter is that things are going to be done around here MY WAY! There is no room for negotiations .... there is no room for compromise. I don't give a DAMN what anyone in the back thinks. I don't care what they want or what they believe they have earned. Each and every last one of them is a worthless STAIN who should be grateful I allow any of them to remain employed at all.
Another spike in boos.
Sarah Twilight: In fact, tonight we are going to set a standard here in this company. I don't give a shit who you THINK you are ... everyone in the back ... from this point forward if you fail to achieve victory with the opponents that I assign you ... there WILL be repercussions for your failures. I do not employ the weak. And I will not tolerate mediocrity from this roster. Anyone who fails to achieve victory here tonight will suffer consequences in two weeks time. That is a guarantee.
Freddy Whoa: What?! How can she threaten the roster with something like that? Not everyone can win ... there has to be a winner and a loser. How does this even make sense?!
Erin Robbins: I'd say it's a pretty damn good motivator to NOT fail around here. Sarah Twilight is a genius. You want a bland roster to step it up? You lay the cards on the table. This is brilliant!
Sarah Twilight: And for those of you who have received an increase in your rate of pay ... do NOT for one moment entertain the notion that I did so out of the kindness of my heart or because I like you. I look at each and every one of you in the same disgust as I do the rest of the roster. Your increase comes with a price. Believe me when I tell you that should you not live up to expectations ... you'll have plenty more to worry about than your fucking paychecks.
Sarah shakes her head ... obviously just completely disappointed with the entire roster as is. She paces back and forth a few times as the crowd just continues to boo and start throwing trash toward the ring.
Sarah Twilight: I cannot expect miracles, this I know. None of you are in league with me and you never will be. However, you WILL live up to the standards that I have set ... even in your pathetic mediocrity we are going to find SOME sort of worth for every last one of you. If you have to beat each other in the fucking skull with chairs and hammers ... if you have to spill QUARTS of your own blood in order to gain even the SLIGHTEST of relevence ... that is what you will do. You WILL earn your dues around here ... or you will succumb to the heavy burden that has been placed upon your shoulders. I do not care which it is.
Freddy Whoa: She's lost her damn mind! I swear, that has to be it.
Erin Robbins: She is setting an example. People are going to have to work around here. If they don't like working, they can find the door.
Sarah Twilight: Under my watch ... you are going to live with misery. You are going to push yourselves to the brink of death and there will be no reprieve. Your bones will break, you will taste your own blood and you will seek to lie down and surrender as your body gives out under the stress of punishment that it will receive. I have no sympathy for you. You will --
As Sarah continues to speak, the crowd starts giving a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as Eric Price is shown in a corner of the Ford Center walking down the steps with a bag in his hand. Sarah immediately notices this and turns her attention to Eric with a disgusted look on her face toward him as Eric already has a microphone in hand with a huge smile on his face.
Freddy Whoa: Oh this is not going to end well.
Erin Robbins: What is he doing interrupting our new leader?!
Eric Price: Oh Sarah, I’m sorry … I didn’t realize you were talking, it all just sounded like “blah blah blah” to me and I saw some fans falling asleep so I figured you had a recording playing or maybe you were wrestling a match.
Sarah just stares a hole right through Eric Price as he simply continues smiling at her trying to show her that he does not care for her.
Eric Price: I decided to come to Slam tonight as a fan to see exactly what you would do to the show and I figured hey, why not give a little treat to the fans here tonight because I didn’t come empty handed, not at all!
Sarah Twilight: Understand Eric, I have no problem ripping your spinal column out through your fucking eye sockets and shoving it right back down your throat! However, the fact that you are in the stands as a common, pathetic twit takes away any interest in my doing so.
Eric looks down for a second and then smirks at her
Eric Price: You know Sarah … I look at you in that ring …
Eric starts walking further down the stairs through the crowd a little over half way down as he gets closer and closer to the ring.
Eric Price: And I finally see you the way the great fans here in OKC see you!
Crowd cheers at the mention of their city
Erin Robbins: Great … a cheap pop, how drôle.
Eric Price: I see you … as the heartless, gutless bitch that you are!
Crowd cheers loudly
Crowd: YOU’RE A BITCH! YOU’RE A BITCH! YOU’RE A BITCH!
Sarah just continues to stare a hole through Eric Price still in the ring.
Eric Price: But again, I didn’t come empty handed Sarah and I certainly didn’t come here to make you angry; besides, you don’t need to me to make you angry, you wake up with that look of anger and those little beady eyes of yours every damn day. No no, I came here to give some gifts to the fans because last week, I didn’t get to do so when you decided to stab me in the back! Let’s see what we got here.
Eric pulls out a black t-shirt with white text on it.
Eric Price: Let’s see, this t-shirt says “Sarah Twilight: Cold and Heartless Bitch”, quite appropriate!
Eric throws the shirt to the fans who all try to catch it as one lucky fan grabs it and quickly puts it on!
Eric Price: We have another t-shirt here and this one is a bit catchier I think. It says “Sarah Twilight - The Only One … who sucks and blows at the same time!”
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric smiles as he throws the t-shirt to another set of fans who fight to catch it and the fan who catches it quickly puts it on!
Erin Robbins: This is hideous, this is disrespectful!
Freddy Whoa: I never thought I’d say this but I love it! Eric Price really having some fun here tonight!
Eric then pulls out another t-shirt from his bag
Eric Price: Now this last t-shirt is my personal favorite and I think you guys will like this too, it’s near and dear to me. And it says “Sarah Twilight: The Real 50 Year Old Virgin”!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Disgusting!
Crowd cheers loudly as Sarah looks even more infuriated at Eric Price
Eric Price: I know what you’re thinking Sarah … you’re thinking, “he can’t say that about me, that asshole knows that’s a lie” and you know what Sarah, you’re right! I bent the truth a little with this t-shirt. Fact is … and I may as well tell our fans … I did lie a bit regarding this t-shirt, there’s one inaccuracy on it and well … I thought it would be a good gag but I guess you didn’t find the humor in it and the fact is … I may as well tell it like it is because we all know that you’re not a virgin! As Steeltoe Joe, Jonathan Jakobs, and Lionheart especially can attest to, you’re nothing but a slut who gives it out to whomever will kiss up to you.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: What? How dare he?!
Crowd: Slut! Slut! Slut!
Freddy Whoa: And listen to this capacity crowd, they’re chanting it as well!
Erin Robbins: Very disrespectful people here!
Eric Price: Sarah, I don’t want you thinking that I’m here to humiliate you, not at all. I mean … I don’t think the fans here think you’re a bitch or a slut!
The crowd dividedly starts chanting
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Eric just smiles as he looks around at the fans but acts surprised mocking Sarah as she remains ever more angry at Eric and is tired of his antics
Eric Price: Okay, maybe these 15,000 fans think you’re a bitch and a slut, perhaps they’re right but like them, at least I tell you these things to your face. I don’t wait until the last second, manipulate you, and then stab you in the back because you’re too much of a gutter slut to actually be truthful to my face!
Sarah Twilight: If it is truth that you are seeking, Eric ... then you should look upon your own inadequacy. Much as I have informed the rest of these pathetic sheep ... You looked but were blind and did not notice that the troff was full with meat and not grain, and that a wolf resided among you.
Sarah mockingly speaks to Eric
Eric Price: Look, I’ll be the first to admit I truly did love you, I did.
Crowd boos at this
Eric Price: I know … fact is I did and that was a mistake because to love a filthy gutter slut like you … I must have been high or something. But there is one good thing that came out of this Sarah … just one good thing, you’ve opened my eyes to the truth and left me with essentially nothing to lose. So with that … I’m going into that ring and I’m going to kick your ass right now!
Crowd cheers loudly as Eric starts walking down the rest of the stairs and tries to make his way to the ring
Sarah just smirks at him as quickly about 10 security guards surround Eric Price stopping him from reaching the ring.
Eric Price: So this is how it’s going to be huh?
Sarah Twilight: Don't say I never did anything for you Eric. If they allow you down into this ring ... you'll be leaving this arena in a body bag. The fact is, you are no longer employed here and I will not waste my time decimating one of the sheep in the stands. Be thankful that I am going to allow you to walk out of here ... this time.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: The only pathetic weakling here is you Sarah, having your goons take me out, having your security here escort me out … it’s amazing how quickly you went from being the bad ass to being the cowardly bitch around here.
Sarah Twilight: I've heard what you have to say ... now get out of my sight!
Sarah shakes her head in utter disgust at Eric instructs security to take him away. Eric calmly follows the security as they escort him up the stairs toward the exit of the arena.
Freddy Whoa: So Sarah Twilight is having Eric Price escorted out of the arena. Too bad, I wanted to see them fight.
Erin Robbins: Oh please, that wouldn’t be a fight, it would just be more of Sarah kicking Eric’s pathetic ass.
After Eric is led away, Sarah ... now in a foul mood issues another statement to the WCF roster.
Sarah Twilight: As of this moment .... you are ALL on fucking notice! Things are going to change around here. I WILL be making examples out of people.
With that she drops the mic and exits the ring as "Harvester of Sorrow" hits once again. The crowd just continue to boo her as she makes her way up the entrance ramp with a scowl upon her face.
Erin Robbins: Everyone had better watch their step here tonight. They do NOT want to piss her off anymore than she already is.
Freddy Whoa: The scary thing here is ... when someone like Sarah Twilight says something like that ... I believe she'll do it.
We cut to the ring where Kyle Steel is ready to begin the introductions for the first match of the night when suddenly the lights in the arena cut off as a voice booms through the PA system and says the following words, ‘Juliet…Uniform…Sierra…Tango…India…Charlie…Echo! WE…ARE…JUSTICE’, ‘Carry On’ by Avenged Sevenfold then blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong and Matthew Robinson burst out onto the stage wearing the latest black ‘Justice’ T-shirts, jeans and black boots and begin heading down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Erin Robbins: Oh joy…it looks like we’re about to listen to these two waffle on for no reason…
Freddy Whoa: For no reason? Pretty sure they have good enough reasons to be out here Erin…
Armstrong and Robinson reach the ring and slide under the bottom rope and climb opposite turnbuckles; Robinson raises his arms above his head whilst Armstrong stretches his arms out in the sign of the cross, tilting his head back and spitting silver mist into the air. The two then climb down, and Robinson grabs a microphone as ‘Carry On’ fades out.
Matthew Robinson: Last week on Slam, we were all meant to witness the marriage of Eric Price and Sarah Twilight…
The fans boo heavily at the mention of Twilight’s name.
Matthew Robinson: But that didn’t happen because it was all a set up by Twilight and her goons and then the next thing we know…the company is being run by Twilight instead of Price…and Price is on the unemployment line…
Once again the fans boo, this time at the mention of Price being fired.
Matthew Robinson: Now, I know when Price was in charge, he wasn’t very well liked…but I respected him because of the simple fact that when that steroid abusing freak of nature, Lionheart kidnapped my wife…he was one of the first people to offer his help to me if I needed it…
Robinson strokes his beard a little as he paces the ring slightly.
Matthew Robinson: This new era in WCF is wrong…pitting heavily pregnant women against giant animalistic men isn’t right! Twilight needs to be taken down a peg or two…just like the rest of the idiots in the back who agree with her ways…and yes Logan…I’m talking to you too…by the way…before I hand things over to my brother here…I just wanted to say that I’m still waiting for you to accept my challenge…
Handing the microphone over, a ‘Seifer’ chant fills the arena for a moment before he raises the microphone to his lips.
Seifer Black Armstrong: You know by now that we stand for what’s right in this world and nothing is more fair than true justice, which is why we cannot stay silent about the actions that has taken place, not only putting a man out of his job making him stay away from what he is passionate about but also having the nerve to put my daughters godmother into unneeded risk…
More boos explode from the fans at these words along with a ‘Twilight’s a crack whore!’ chant.
Seifer Black Armstrong: I can’t agree with you guys more, but you know what, it can’t stop there, justice needs to be served and I shall get the ball rolling by saying this, SARAH TWILIGH…I challenge you to a match the week after War, now this is not going to be a normal match because all of the matches around here are no DQ now because of you, so what to do, I say it should be a fans bring the weapons match so these great WCF fans can show you how pissed off they are with you also.
A ‘justice’ chant sounds around the arena which makes both of us smile.
Seifer Black Armstrong: The ball is in your court now Sarah, what will you do?
‘Carry On’ blasts out of the PA system and Armstrong drops the microphone, the two exit the ring and head up the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Erin Robbins: How dare this man insult Miss Twilight like that…and then he has the nerve to issue a challenge to her?
Freddy Whoa: He feels justice needs to be served…question is…will Miss Twilight accept?
Robinson and Armstrong then disappear to the back.
Eric is shown being escorted out by security as they walk by many merchandise stands and then the concession stand.
Freddy Whoa: And looks like Eric is still being shown the door here.
Erin Robbins: Good, throw him out! He’s fired, he shouldn’t even be here!
Eric looks over and notices Jeff Purse there. Eric approaches him and the security still surrounds him as he talks to him.
Eric Price: Jeff … what are you doing here?
Jeff Purse: You may have not heard but I’m in the popcorn business now!
Eric Price: Popcorn? So you actually do this for a living now?
Jeff Purse: Well … after you fired me mercilessly, I had to find some way to make money.
Eric looks down and a bit disappointed in himself
Eric Price: Look Jeff … I … I never thought I’d say this but I’m sorry that I did fire you. You didn’t deserve to be fired man, you really didn’t. I … well anyway … popcorn huh? Hmm … you and I might have to talk later on about this.
The security guards quickly grab Eric and start dragging him away
Eric Price: Call me … as you can see, I’m kind of busy right now.
The guards quickly throw Eric Price out the front door and make sure to shut the door. Eric looks to walk away from the arena.
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A
Kyle Steel: The following non title match is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, he is the current People's champion
FPV, signature duster and "Franky The Boudle Slayer" T-Shirt, comes out the curtains. He plays to excited crowd like a circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.
Kyle Steel: This is FPV!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes WCF's resident Griever and the crowd seem happy to see him
Erin Robbins: A lot happier than this new little freak Biohazard
FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fist bumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent
breakdown by Biohazard plays and Biohazard comes out
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring BIOHAZARD
He walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash, he stands waiting to for the lights to die down before entering the ring but FPV is waiting for him running and shoving him off the apron back to the floor bouncing back and following him straight out with a suicide dive through the ropes, Biohazard regroups quick from the shove and nails FPV in the face with a forearm knocking FPV down and possibly out, Biohazard celebrates by running on the spot bringing his knees up under his chin screaming with laughter
Biohazard: BOOM HEADSHOT! BAHAHAHA
He picks FPV up and rolls him back into the ring and climbs up to the top rope signalling he is feeling a little froggy
Erin Robbins: INCOMING LUCHA.... WOW! Just wow
FPV kipped up the minute Biohazard left the ropes catching him in a no wasted motion body slam, PIN
Biohazard kicks out and immediately goes on the attack twisting his body around FPV trapping him in the crossface, the ref is quickly on his stomach asking if FPV wants to tap, the camera flashes to Biohazard's face who is screaming OOZE TO FACES and you can see vile ooze dripping from is mouth down onto the top of FPV's forehead
Erin Robbins: Why did we employ this guy that's revolting
FPV feeling the crowd willing him to survive rolls sideways into a quick pinning predicament, Biohazard rolls all the way through and comes back with a basement dropkick to the face and attempts to go back to the hold but FPV is waiting for him
Freddy Whoa: He has him in the FYE, who would of thought these 2 would of turned to submissions this quickly
Biohazard showing some extremely impressive technical skill separate the hands of FPV and turns his body so that he is laying face up directly on top of FPV, he dips up on the man and attempts to come straight back down into an elbow but again FPV counters this time into an arm bar, Biohazard makes it too his feet and FPV turns the arm bar into a triangle choke, bio keeps his head and his breathing steady and tightens his neck up to the point that he is spurting ooze from the mouth in small squirts, he drags FPV to the corner with FPV using all the torque he can find
Erin Robbins: An amazing show of intestinal fortitude from the ooze spraying freak right there, why does he have to be so disgusting?
Biohazard proceeds to dead lift FPV off the ground just enough and pendulum his head into the bottom turnbuckle
Erin Robbins: That was an incredible counter maneuver by the crazy luchadore
Freddy Whoa: That was just an amazing counter sequence from both men
The crowd is on their feet applauding as Biohazard falls out of the ring and crawls beneath it
Erin Robbins: NO YOU FOOL GET BACK IN THEIR AND GET OK NOW I see where this is going
Freddy Whoa: Well we are now a NODQ company but that is a big, big ladder
Biohazard proceeds to slide the ladder in the ring and it almost goes end to end, he then goes to retrieve FPV
Biohazard: STEP ONE PREPARE THE SUBJECT
Biohazard drags FPV to the middle of the ring where the ladder is and lifts him up power slamming him down onto it then quickly jumping out of the ring and spring boarding back in with a senton
Biohazard: OOOOWAHO STEP 2 POSITION YOURSELF CORRECTLY!
He steps over the broken body of FPV and then comes down with a Rikishi butt drop onto his chest facing his head
Biohazard: AND FINALLY STEP 3 OOZE GRATUITOUSLY!
The crowd boo's and gag's in revulsion as Biohazard lets the ooze run out of his mouth and down onto FPV, FPV though is woken up by the sensation and quickly bring his legs up behind Biohazard and wrapping them around his head pulling him down sharply cracking the back of his head hard on the rungs of the ladder. Fpv quickly gets to his feet and simply grabs Biohazard by the hair and starts driving his head into the ladder repeatedly
FPV: GOOMBA YOU CREEPY SON OF A BITCH!
Erin Robbins: Well we all know whats coming now, FPV to the top rope like a cat
Freddy Whoa: AND STRAIGHT BACK DOWN WITH A GOOMBA STOMP TO THE STERNUM, PIN!
Freddy Whoa: NO BIO KICKS OUT AND THIS ONE CONTINUES
Both men are down and FPV is the first one up, positions both himself and Biohazard at one end of the ladder
Erin Robbins: HE'S GATOR ROLLING HIM UP HE LADDER, how is he standing that himself, and here comes the ending, Faxing Berlin?
Freddy Whoa: No wait Biohazard counters into a head scissors as FPV is coming in for the swinging neck breaker bringing FPV'S head down onto the mat between the ladder rungs AND HE missed them completely, FPV is lucky to be alive right now
Biohazard lifts the ladder into the corner and sets it up sideways, he places FPV below it and climbs up sitting on the top of the ladder and letting the ooze drip off his chin down onto FPV from 15 foot above
Biohazard: I always wanted to do this
He then drops back off the ladder landing on the top rope and uses the momentum to spring back up and over the top of the ladder coming over the top of the ladder in a perfect match of Jeff Hardy Inventiveness and Eddy Guerrero's flawless execution landing a flipping tope plancha down onto FPV
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT! WAIT PIN!!!
No FPV kicked out Biohazard over shot the landing a little and didn't get the full effect, well at least FPV didn't, FPV stumbles to his feet and drags Biohazard to the corner placing him in between the ladder and propping him up by draping his arms on the rungs separated like a religious idol, after a swift headbutt FPV breaks the support on the ladder which runs directly in front of Bio's face
Freddy Whoa: What's FPV doing, this is all very elaborate
Erin Robbins (yelling at the ring): AND IT BETTER BE GOING SOMEWHERE
FPV makes his way to the other side of the ring and lines up his shot paying homage to Shawn Michael's and banging his foot hard on the mat
Crowd: BOOM BOOM BOOM
FPV flies across the ring
FPV/CROWD/ANNOUNCERS: BOOM HEADSHOT!
FPV dives out of the ring, as the ladder falls with Biohazard still in the rungs, avoiding the contact
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
FPV rolls back in the ring
Freddy Whoa: And there you have it! The People's Champion gets the win.
Erin Robbins: HEY. That belt doesn't count anymore!
FPV celebrates as we go to commercial.
The camera cuts to the back where we see several of the WCF ring crew sitting around. Suddenly, Mr. Happy bursts through the door with a bag from Dunkin Donuts and several coffees in a cardboard cupholder. The crew all cheers as Jack dispenses the goodies. Once his hands are empty, he stops to take a bow before speaking.
Mr. Happy: Great job guys. You all deserve this for your hard work.
Crewmember #1: Well, it was great having you help. You're pretty handy with the power tools.
Mr. Happy: Well, I DID graduate from Jack Handy's School of Handiness. Head of the class. What can I say? Mr. Happy likes head.
Several crewmembers snicker.
Mr. Happy: Errr...well being the head. Of the class. Anyways, someone just said that Sethloaf Lerch's company car has shown up. What a lucky guy. Wish I had a company car. All I have is the Happyvan. It doesn't get great mileage, but at least the ride is comfy. Wonder what his company car looks like? Maybe it's a Limo. Should be a limo. At the least, it's gotta be a Mercedes or a Lexus. No doubt! Ahh...good 'ol Sethloaf. Haven't seen him in forever.
As he walks off he starts humming the popular Meatloaf song before singing way off key.
Mr. Happy: I would do anything for love, but I won't do Miley Cyrus....nooooooo NOOOOO....no I won't do that!!!!!!!
Several crewmembers cringe as they spill their coffee trying to cover their ears.
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to ‘Justice’ as we see ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson and ‘The Archangel’ Seifer Black Armstrong getting ready.
Matthew Robinson: Okay let’s go over the plan one more time…as soon as the bell rings for the match between Lionheart and Stacy…we charge to the ring…take out that steroid abusing freak…get Stacy and get the fuck out of there…
Seifer Black Armstrong: Sounds good to me…
Matthew Robinson: Then let’s get into position because the match is next…
Robinson then makes his way to the locker room door and opens it as the two of them exit the room and beginning making their way down the corridor towards the ring area. It’s not long before they end up bumping into Steeltoe Joe and Jonathan Jakobs who seem prepared for a fight.
Steeltoe Joe: And where do you think you two are going?
Robinson and Armstrong turn slowly to look at one another before looking back at Joe and Jakobs.
Matthew Robinson: Where are we going? Looks like we’re going…straight through you!
Suddenly Robinson and Armstrong strike Joe and Jakobs with hard rights and lefts, Joe and Jakobs begin to fight back as a brawl ensues between the four men.
Erin Robbins: All Hell has broken loose backstage here!
Freddy Whoa: There’s only one thing I can say to this, and that is one simple word…Whoa!!!
As the brawl continues further, when it looks as if Robinson and Armstrong are beginning to gain the upper hand, from nowhere, both men are blindsided from behind by Nathan von Liebert and Lionheart, and as much as Robinson and Armstrong try and fend off the four men, the numbers game is just too much.
Erin Robbins: It seems as if Miss Twilight is Hell bent on making sure that nobody stops this match between Lionheart and Stacy Robinson…
Freddy Whoa: That does seem to be the case…
Jakobs grabs hold of Armstrong from behind as von Liebert delivers multiple punches to his gut, he then glances over to a large window leading to the arena cafeteria so he and Jakobs grab Armstrong and throw him head first through the window as the camera follows.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!!
Erin Robbins: Whoa indeed…Seifer could have some serious injuries…
The camera then focuses back onto Robinson, who is now being assaulted by all four men, von Liebert hands his World Championship to Joe who suddenly strikes it across Robinson’s head causing him to drop to the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Come on guys, this is enough…
Erin Robbins: No it’s not Freddy, Miss Twilight wants to make damn sure this guy cannot get up and ruin the Stacy Robinson versus Lionheart match…
Lionheart: Pick him up!
Joe, von Liebert and Jakobs all pick Robinson up and hold him upright before Lionheart charges at him and nails him with a ‘Primal Charge’, sending both men crashing through a door behind them. Lionheart then gets back to his feet and brushes himself down and walks past the downed Robinson and past Joe, von Liebert and Jakobs.
Lionheart: Now to take care of that little bitch…
Lionheart chuckles as he begins to make his way towards the ring area as we cut to the ring where Kyle Steel is standing with a microphone in hand.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen…the following contest is set for one fall…
The opening to 'The Animal' by Disturbed begins to echo through the arena as the lights go off sending the arena into complete darkness, after a few milliseconds a faint spotlight appears on the stage as we can see Lionheart looking down at the ground with his manager Brandon Stevens standing beside him causing the fans to boo heavily. As David Draiman says 'Nahah nahah', Lionheart shakes his head in time with it and when Draiman shouts 'Now', short, rapid explosions of white pyro burst out of the stage and Lionheart looks up and punches the sky before making his way down the ramp to the ring followed by Stevens.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...making his way to the ring...being accompanied by Brandon Stevens...from the Amazon Rainforest...weighing in at 350 pounds! Lionheart!
Lionheart reaches the bottom of the ramp and begins hopping from foot to foot in front of the ring before jumping onto the ring apron as white pyro explode from the turnbuckles before Stevens begins to make his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. Lionheart then climbs into the ring and charges forward before stopping and punching the air again before he begins to pace back and forth like a caged animal as Stevens climbs into the ring and 'The Animal' fades out.
Freddy Whoa: I still can’t believe this match is still actually going ahead…
Erin Robbins: Oh quit your whining, Stacy knows the rules, she was warned and now she’s paying the price for it…
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system as Stacy Robinson walks out onto the stage looking very upset and frightened. She flashes a small smile looking around at the crowd who are trying to give her some encouragement with their cheering as she slowly begins making her way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from New York City, New York but now residing in Orlando, Florida! Stacy…Robinson!
Stacy reaches the bottom of the ramp and slowly makes her way towards the steel steps, she climbs up them and into the ring, cowering in the corner whilst Lionheart just stares at her laughing and licking his lips as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Freddy Whoa: This is just plain wrong…this poor woman is nearly in tears…
Erin Robbins: She’s only got herself to blame…
The referee then calls for the bell getting the match underway, however before anything can happen, a fan dressed in a black Eric Price shirt and a black EPPW cap hops the barricade and grabs a steel chair.
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is this crazed fan doing? Is he crazy?
Freddy Whoa: Well someone has got to do something about this…
The fan slides into the ring behind Lionheart and smashes it off his back forcing him to drop to one knee, he then hits him with the chair a few more times causing the fans to go crazy in excitement.
Erin Robbins: Okay that’s clearly not a fan…a non-wrestler couldn’t possibly take down Lionheart, even with a steel chair in hand…
Freddy Whoa: He looks familiar…
The fan is wearing a mask, so we can't tell who it is, but the fans go crazy nearly lifting the roof off the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!! The Masked Man is here!
Erin Robbins: Where the Hell is security? This man shouldn’t be here!
The man then drops the steel chair and lifts Lionheart to his feet and then nails him with a DDT onto the steel chair as he begins to soak in the huge ovation from the crowd, getting himself pumped up.
Freddy Whoa: These fans are absolutely loving this!
Erin Robbins: Of course they are; they’re idiots, like you…
Suddenly, the mood in the arena suddenly changes as Stacy clutches her stomach and falls to the ground. The man, noticing this, immediately goes over to her and begins asking her what’s wrong, once Stacy has told him, he helps her to her feet and out of the ring and the two quickly rush to the back.
Freddy Whoa: What’s going on…someone get a camera back there…
Erin Robbins: Who cares…
The camera cuts backstage to the parking lot where we see an ambulance waiting and suddenly the masked man is gone, replaced with Hank Brown, and Stacy appear on the scene.
Hank Brown : Somebody! This woman is going into labour! We need to get her to the hospital right away!
A paramedic arrives and opens up the back of the ambulance and pulls out a stretcher and Stacy climbs onto it and lies back as the paramedic places an oxygen mask on her face.
Paramedic: How far gone is she?
Hank Brown: She told me she’s not meant to be giving birth till mid-November…
Suddenly, Robinson and Armstrong who have recently been patched up from the earlier attack arrive on the scene.
Matthew Robinson: What the Hell is going on?
Robinson notices Price and without thinking, he grabs him by the throat and slams him against the wall.
Matthew Robinson: What the fuck did you do!
Hank Brown: I got her to the ambulance…A mysterious man saved her from Lionheart…she dropped to the mat clutching her stomach…
Robinson releases his grip and Hank rubs his neck a little.
Matthew Robinson: I’m sorry…thanks…
Hank Brown: It’s okay, I understand… you’re welcome, but you should really be thanking that Mysterious and Handsome Stranger. You better go with her…
Robinson nods as he shakes Hank’s hand. Robinson then turns to Armstrong.
Matthew Robinson: Good luck in your match dude…
Robinson pats Armstrong on the shoulder before he climbs into the back of the ambulance where his wife is and both Armstrong and Hank close the doors and slap the back signalling it’s safe to leave. It does exactly that as Armstrong and Hank disappear off of camera.
As the camera cuts to the back, we see a sky blue, 1994 Ford Taurus. On the side of the car are the words, "Kompany Kar" in glitter. The hood is popped up, and we see the rather MASSIVE backside (plumber's buttcrack and all) of none other than Mr. Jack B. Happy. He's humming 'Hit Me Baby One More Time,' as his elbows are swinging wildly. Seth Lerch is leaning against the side of the car, head bowed and in his hand as if to hide his face.
Seth Lerch: Did.....did you have to write 'Kompany Kar' in glitter on the side of my car?
Mr. Happy: (Stops humming, but doesn't look away from the engine) Wow, this is bad. Serpentine belt is shot. Alternator is not alternating. Prolly need to change out the spark plugs too. Looks like you've got some gunk around your radiator too. Oh, and yes. Yes I did. It helps you to relate with the Twilight movie saga crowd. Just yell Team Jacob or Team Edward or....whatever team you want to be on. However, whatever you do...DO NOT look Kristen Stewart in the eyes. You will fall into a state of absolute depression and get all kinds of suicidal if you do.
Seth Lerch: (Mumbling) After what you did to my car, I'm already getting that way.
Mr. Happy: Hunh?
Seth Lerch: Nothing.
Mr. Happy: Anyways, this is kinda cool. I mean, I thought you'd be driving a Mercedes or a Lexus or something like that. Instead, you've got a Ford. How awesome is that, right? From the Model T all the way up to Ford Taurus.....Ford is really...ummm....errr....something. Maybe you should ask Sarah if she could help tow this back to the garage. I could have it up and running in a day or two.
Seth Lerch: A DAY OR TWO!?!?!?!?!?! How am I gonna get home?
Mr. Happy: Well, if I had my HappyVan here we could go in that. Instead, check it out. BAM! Ms. Twilight spares no expense when it comes to the upper echelon of the WCF.
Seth Lerch: (Takes a card from Mr. Happy) This....is a bus pass.
Mr. Happy: Mass transit for the win baby!!! BOOYAH!!!!!!!!
The backstage area is shown when all of a sudden, a fallen Jonathan Jakobs is there. A mysterious figure is kicking him right in the stomach as Jakobs appears to be writhing in pain. The mysterious figure then has a steel chair in hand and bashes him in the back with it once and walks away as officials quickly go to check on him to see what’s going on. The shot then switches back to ringside.
Freddy Whoa: What just happened there?
Erin Robbins: Who dares to attack Jonathan Jakobs? This is ridiculous, I bet it’s Eric Price.
Freddy Whoa: But Eric isn’t here and you know that. He was thrown out of the building earlier, he’s gone.
Erin Robbins: Yeah but … this is … Sarah’s gonna get to the bottom of this. First Lionheart interrupted and now this, it’s ridiculous.
Kyle Steel: The following match will be contested under hardcore rules, introducing first
the lights go out in the arena and the music hits and while the lights are out and the entrance music is playing
Freddy Whoa: he fell victim to a rookie last week, he wants to forget that with a win over one of the honour gaurd here in WCF
Kyle Steel: This is the insane one Havok!!!!
the lights go up and havok is in the middle of the ring,
Erin Robbins: Hold on Teks on the apron behind Havok, TURN ROUND YOU FOOL!
Havok finally turns to face tek who pitches a chair at the black clad behemoth
Freddy Whoa: Havok caught the ch...
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT WHAT A LUNG BLOWER!
Tek followed the chair into the ring with a spring board lung blower a split second after Havok caught the chair, tek rolls away holding his knee then signals to the announcer,
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen this is the man they call "COLD BLOODED" THIS IS TEK!!!!!!
Tek climbs to the top ropes conducting the boos with a broken piece of chair he springs up to the top rope and springing off into a moonsault not noticing that Havok has recovered and is laying in wait, Havok some how catches Tek mid moonsault and puts him into position for a running power slam, he runs at the corner and rams Tek hard into the turnbuckle head first like a javeline but holding him in the position
Erin Robbins: Why's he yelling at the crowd?
Freddy Whoa: THATS WHY!
Erin Robbins: Ladys and gentleman Havok is ascending to the top rope with Tek still on his shoulder, anything could be about to happen here
Havok reaches the middle rope and puts his arms in the air
HAVOK: Look no hands! Ha ha
He continues to climb, the entire arena is silent and the sound of every camera flash in the room going off fills the air as Havok reaches the top rope
Freddy Whoa: OH MY FUCKING SWEET CHRIST, THAT WAS TOO MUCH, THAT WAS JUST BEYOND, HOLY, DAMMIT I HAVE NO WORDS
Erin Robbins: They have to be dead, they are both dead
Havok just leaped off the top rope into the crowd with tek on his shoulder coming down onto a bunch of empty chairs with a power slam
The crowd is a conglomerate of HOLY SHIT! THAT WAS AWESOME! And PLEASE DON'T DIE chants and the arena is deafening thanks to it
Freddy Whoa: Do we even have a match anymore?
Erin Robbins: Dude I dont even know if the bell rang
The refs are running out to the ring, even the crowd are putting up x signs with their arms
Freddy Whoa: what in the hell was havok thinking?
Erin Robbins: He is thinking that this might be the right time to prove your worth
Freddy Whoa: Not via suicide! That was just was
Erin Robbins: Hey Freddy? LOOK!
The section of the crowd are doing the punch back and forth of YAY! BOO! As the view switches back to where there had been carnage a minute before there was now Tek and Havok both on their knees punching each other hard in the face
Erin Robbins: You have to be kidding me, how in the hell are they breathing
Freddy Whoa: with a lot of luck that's how Erin
Havok pulls tek back to his feet and launches him over the guard rail sending him skidding across the ring side area, Havok goes to follow then sees something out of the corner of his eye, he grabs the bell hammer and makes his way with purpose towards Tek, Tek has been waiting though and jumps to his feet flailing wildly with a jumping round house kick but missing
Freddy Whoa: He lands on his feet
Havok had to duck to a crouching position to avoid the kick and is still getting up when Tek's foot comes crashing down onto the back of his head
Erin Robbins: Good god what a pele back flip kick, aaaannnndddd Tek's pissed
Freddy Whoa: Well thats just never good for anyone
Tek starts nailing Havok over and over and over with forearms to the skull, he pulls back and slaps his forearm
Freddy Whoa: What is that? Tek seems to of added some wrist gaurds or something to his ring g....
Erin Robbins: Those aren't wrist gaurds dumbass thats kevlar! And look its on his legs too, just makes that kick seem 10 times worse now
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Continuing the onslaught Tek starts hitting Havok with every limb he has kicking and punching while the kevlar bounces off havok's body over and over. Tek finally stops and pulls Havok over laying him on the announce table
Erin Robbins: We need to move, theres something these guys don't know
Havok is on the top rope now looking down at Havok who is so close but miles away
Erin Robbins: We know Tek can fly but this may be a bit of a bad idea.... COLD FACTS FROM THE TOP ROPE ALL THE WAY OVER TO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE
Freddy Whoa: THE TABLE DIDN'T BREAK! THE TABLE IS STILL STANDING AFTER A 225 POUND MAN JUST LANDED FROM ABOUT 10 FOOT IN THE AIR ON TOP OF A 290 POUND MAN!!!!
Erin Robbins: Its the new regime buddy, we can't afford the fancy schmancy tables anymore
Freddy Whoa: But that was... that was..... ok they must be dead this time
Erin Robbins: It would be about time don't you think?
The refs looking around, he is trying to decipher the new rules about medical attention
Freddy Whoa: Come on you idiot look at everything that has just happened and your telling me your not calling for an AMBULANCE!
Erin Robbins: They did get back up last time
And from the looks of it at least tek will this time, he stands falling backwards holding himself up on the table, Havok is laying still, Tek rolls himself back into the ring and orders the ref to count
Suddenly Sarah Twilights voice appears over the PA of the building
Sarah Twilight: NO, NO, NO We don't do that shit anymore
The voice is gone the moments passed and Havok is back on his feet, he stands looking up into the ring at tek bouncing like brock lesnar, he jumps up on the apron in a single leap never taking his eyes off Tek. But Tek was ready for him delivering a running dropsault Kicking Havok back to the floor then scrambling to his feet and running the ropes diving over the top with a corkscrew dive into a swanton bomb taking the big man back down to the floor
Freddy Whoa: Who is that? Someone's pushing a dumpster to the ring
Erin Robbins: I can't quite see
The hidden figure pushes the Dumpster down then opens it up and starts tossing weapons in the ring
Erin Robbins: It's NVL and that dumpster is full of, well everything
NVL obviously on orders from new management begins tossing every weapon in the buisness into the ring and then he pulls 2 packages out of a back pack and kisses them both leaving them in the middle of the ring
Erin Robbins: What is that?
NVL finishes up his work and makes his way back to the locker room, Tek gets into the ring and circles the packages and then looks at the camera and smiles, he grabs a kendo stick and jumps out of the ring landing on havok with the kendo stick to the forehead
Freddy Whoa: Im not sure what those packages are but I think Tek may of worked it out
Tek grabs a table and slides it into the ring setting it up below the turnbuckle, he then takes one of the packages and places it below the table
Erin Robbins: I'm excited Freddy, I love presents
Havok is rolled back into the ring and after a short attempt at a comeback is finally placed on the table, Tek climbs to the top and signals for the phoenix splash
Freddy Whoa: HOLY CRAP IT WAS A DEVICE! NVL has made this into an impromptu explosions match, this is just stupid, why do we need this
Erin Robbins: I fucking love our boss and anyways the guy missed from there, as far as Im concerned he deserved it
Freddy Whoa: Your a sick sick lady did you know that
Havok rolled off the table just in time sending Tek crashing through the table and landing on the package causing a minor explosion under his back, Havok pulls Tek over to the center of the ring
Tek barely kicks out to screams from an in shock crowd, Havok picks him up over his head and carrys him over to the dumpster, before switching position in mid air and power bombing the cold blooded one down into the dumpster closing the lid and then climbing up on the top ropes and celebrating. Havok then proceeds to grab a steel bar and starts hammering on the side of the Dumpster making it ring out. Havok then pushes it round the ringside area encouraging fans to hit the dumpster with their hands and in some cases chairs, Havok opens it up and does another circle encouraging people to throw their trash in
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second Tek has jushtiabfdmpmph
Erin Robbins has just covered freddys mouth
Erin Robbins: SHHHHH I wanna see where this goes
Havok is still pushing the dumpster around when an Idea strikes him, he slides back into the ring transfixed by the other package which we now know is bomb, he jumps back down in front of the dumpster and you can see him barely smiling as he contemplates the violence he is about to commit
Tek: Hey Havok!
Freddy Whoa: Teks in the ring....
Freddy Whoa: AWWW MY GOD! Tek just came through the middle rope with a cannon ball suicida sandwhiching Havok and the bomb between himself and the Dumpster setting off the bomb on both men
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!
Both men are down on the outside of the ring
Erin Robbins: Remember this is a hardcore match falls count anywhere
HAVOK WINS IT!
Freddy Whoa: and we are done here and look at this, the EMT's were here before the refs hand hit for the 3rd time
Erin Robbins: Not to steal a line from a worm but both of these men are leaving in an Ambulance after this one
Freddy Whoa: What does this mean for their chances in the war match?
Erin Robbins: These 2 better worry more about breathing than wrestling for a while
Once more the camera cuts to the back where we see Mr. Happy surrounded by cardboard cut-outs of the various superstars of the WCF. Unbeknownst to the Jolly Jack jokester, he's carrying on a conversation with them as if they're actually around him.
Mr. Happy: (Talking to the Doc Henry cut-out) So Doc "The Cock" Henry, you're probably wondering why I came out to the ring after your match. Well, it's simple really. You looked like you could use a hand. And, I felt I would be doing the great fans of the WCF a disservice...it would be like I wouldn't be doing my job. Wait. Does that mean I gave "The Cock" a handjob?
Ponders that thought before doing his trademark scared flinch. Turns towards the Eric Price cut-out.
Mr. Happy: You lucky duck! Congrats on the marriage-i-fication between you and Sarah Twilight! Man, she's a hottie. Whoa whoa whoa, now...no need to go staring holes through me. It's not like she met me in the park a few weeks back like I had hoped she would. I mean, I even brought her something sweet to suck on. And I was hoping we'd get to wear the matching edibles I got for me and her. But, she didn't show. Didn't even call me. Does that not sound like a loyal woman?
Jack waits for a response, but gets none.
Mr. Happy: Oh, I see how this is gonna go. The silent treatment. Ya know, it's one thing when Tek or Oblivion won't talk to me. However, when it gets personal...well..that's just drama that I don't need. You keep staring all you want. I know when I'm not welcome. No really. I mean, I really do know when I'm not welcome. So that's how it's gonna be? Fine. I've got a table to build. And a job or two still to do. You're not even going to say goodbye are you? Seriously? Whatever.
Jack shakes his head as he walks off towards the entrance ramp.
A portable restroom is shown in the backstage area as Steeltoe Joe is walking by and decides to make use of the facilities. He steps in and locks the door.
Steeltoe Joe: Oh when the saints … oh when those saints go marching in…
Freddy Whoa: Is he really singing in there?
Erin Robbins: Cut to commercial already.
All of a sudden, a masked man shows up and starts pushing on the portable restroom. He starts pushing on it more and more as the crowd is cheering in the background.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: What is this?
The masked man then knocks over the portable stall as you can hear Joe get ruffled up in there screaming in disgust!
Steeltoe Joe: AHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD … IT’S HORRIBLE … MY GOD!!!!
Freddy Whoa: Hahahaha, that’s great!
Erin Robbins: Great?! How can you laugh when the very respectable Steeltoe Joe has been assaulted by this masked man.
The shot then switches back to ringside.
Freddy Whoa: The masked man having fun tonight.
Erin Robbins: Fun … this is ridiculous. He needs to be stopped. Perhaps Eric couldn’t stop him but Sarah will end him!
Freddy Whoa: Up next, John Barber has to defend the Television Championship in a gauntlet match against NBK Inc. This unfair match obviously made because Sarah Twilight is vindictive.
Erin Robbins: Barber shouldn't have disrespected her last week. Now he is getting what he deserves. And NBK Inc. also given a very deserving opportunity here. For all they have done, Sarah is rewarding them with this great opportunity.
Freddy Whoa: She doesn't care about them. This is all about punishing Barber.
Erin Robbins: So?
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a GUANTLET MATCH and it is for the WCF Television Championship!!!
Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits. The crowd BOOS like crazy as WCF Owner Sarah Twilight makes her way out to the ringside area.
Freddy Whoa: Oh boy ... just what we need.
Erin Robbins: This is GREAT, are you kidding me?!
Sarah makes her way to the announcer's table and has a seat between Erin and Freddy. She puts on a headset.
Erin Robbins: Sarah! Such a great pleasure to have you out here with us.
Sarah Twilight: Hello Erin. ... Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: I take it you have some invested interest in this one?
Sarah Twilight: I believe you should take it to shut your mouth.
Erin Robbins: He has no idea what a great visionary you are. All he does is complain!
Sarah Twilight: You have something to say, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: Nah, I'm good.
Kyle Steel: Introducing now ... from Miami, Florida ... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds ... he is the WCF Television Champion .... "Florida Cracker" JOHN BARBER!!!
“The Fire” by Rev Theory starts playing on the speakers as John Barber walks out from the back. He stands on top of the ramp with a thumb hooked into his right pocket, looking out at the crowd around him. He starts walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans nearest to the barricade. He jogs up the ring steps, quickly ducks between the top and middle ropes, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He perches on the second turnbuckle and raises both arms, looking out at the crowd with a smirk on his face.
After a few seconds, he hops down and walks across the ring and leans against the turnbuckles as he waits for the match to begin.
Erin Robbins: He won't be that happy for long. This could very well be his last night as the Television Champion.
Sarah Twilight: I look at someone like John Barber ... and I see a leech. A drain on this company. He brings absolutely nothing to the table. He serves about as much purpose as Ana Valentine. They whine just to plaster their faces on my show. They don't give a damn about the sheep either. They only use that as an excuse to "attempt" to get noticed around here.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on! They are taking a stand against what you have turned into a dictatorship.
Sarah Twilight: Did I not tell you to shut the fuck up?
Erin Robbins: See, this is what I deal with every week!
Sarah Twilight: Not after next week. This fucking waste can go back to Wednesday.
Erin Robbins: Good! And I think you are completely right. John Barber is just seeking attention. He's a nobody around here.
Kyle Steel: And his opponents ...
"Someday" by Blackwater starts playing as NBK Inc. appears on the WCFtron. A large NBK flag falls down and hangs over the ring.
Kyle Steel: Accompanied to the ring by Adam Young .... Prohibir el Negro, Lucifer and Pepper .... they are NATURAL BORN KILLERS INCORPORATED!!!
Out steps Adam Young and his trio of warriors, Prohibir el negro, Lucifer, and Pepper. The group heads towards the ring with the trademark icey stares as a white light hits only them and the rest of the arena is pitch black. They reach the ring and the ring fills with a fog as they all climb in. Adam laughs and the lights fade up.
Freddy Whoa: And who is going to start this one?
Pepper slides into the ring first. Referee Emily Westbrook is about to call for the bell when suddenly, Sarah stands up and takes a microphone in hand from the announce table in front of her.
Sarah Twilight: Ahem ...
The crowd boos as now Barber and all of NBK Inc look in Sarah's direction.
Sarah Twilight: This gauntlet match ... is now going to be a little different John. Something I like to call CRASH AND BURN!!!
Freddy Whoa: How much more can she stack the deck here?
Erin Robbins: Crash and burn?! I like the sound of that!
Sarah Twilight: You have ONE MINUTE from the sound of that bell to defeat each of your opponents. If you have not defeated the first within that minute ... the next will enter the ring and it WILL be two on one ... even three on one.
Freddy Whoa: That is nothing short of a handicapped match with gauntlet rules!
Erin Robbins: This is innovative. This is brilliant!
John Barber does not look happy. But he cracks his neck and prepares himself for the match.
Sarah Twilight: Oh and John ... you still need to defeat all three of them to walk out with that piece of tin!
Now Emily Westbrook calls for the bell. A timer begins to count down on the video wall, starting at 60 seconds. Pepper wastes no time, he starts in on Barber sending some hard shots at the champion. Barber responds with some heavy hitting of his own. The crowd is completely behind Barber from the get go.
Crowd: LET'S GO BARBER LET'S GO! LET'S GO BARBER LET'S GO! LET'S GO BARBER LET'S GO!
Erin Robbins: When you listen to these idiots ... you sometimes have to wonder why they latch on so hard to people like Barber. I mean they get they same result every time ... disappointment.
Sarah Twilight: I don't bother listening to the sheep. I could care less what they think.
Freddy Whoa: They are showing their support for the Television Champion. Do you think it's fair to change the rules at the last minute?
Sarah Twilight: I don't give a damn what is fair. Barber is a competitor who works for me. If he cannot adapt to altered situations, then I do not need him here. You have to be prepared for anything.
Barber continues to fire back, forcing Pepper against the ropes as he NAILS him with hard rights and lefts to the gut. Barber sends him to the opposite end of the ring with an Irish whip. However, Pepper puts on the brakes and catches himself with the ropes, not coming back on the return. From the outside, Adam Young hands his warrior a chair.
Sarah Twilight: This is where we separate the weak from the strong. Everything that is going to happen is perfectly legal ... as it should be.
Erin Robbins: I LOVE the idea of no disqualification! That is really setting the bar.
Freddy Whoa: It's just an excuse to cheat if you ask me.
Sarah Twilight: And nobody asked you. Shut up.
Pepper rushes at Barber and swings the chair like a madman. Barber ducks the shot and instead he DRIVES Pepper into the mat with a spinebuster! Pepper drops the chair and rolls to his side in agony. Barber collects the chair as the crowd is on their feet. Adam Young is losing it outside. The timeer on the clock continues to countdown. There are fifteen seconds remaining.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh ... he has the chair now!
Sarah Twilight: Just as legal for him. It's alright, time is ticking away.
Pepper staggers back to his feet and turns around to WHAM!!! Barber damn near takes his head off with the chair. Pepper is OUT and there are eight second left to the minute. Barber drops down for the cover. Westbrook in position.
Kyle Steel: Pepper has been eliminated from the gauntlet!!!
Erin Robbins: Damn it ... so close. If Pepper just could have made it a few more seconds.
Sarah Twilight: Barber still has two more men to go through. Relax.
Freddy Whoa: Barber is wise to hang onto that steel chair.
Sarah Twilight: Indeed. I can give him credit enough for that.
Now Lucifer enters the ring and as he does ... Barber NAILS him with a chair shot to the head!!! Lucifer however, luckily falls back through the ropes and to the outside. With their being no countouts ... Emily Westbrook just has to wait.
Sarah Twilight: And this is how everything balances out. Barber wasn't smart enough to wait and his overzealousness is going to hurt him. Lucifer is still in this match and the time is again ticking away.
Erin Robbins: What is Barber gonna do? Either he collects Lucifer from the outside or he risks a two on one situation.
Barber does consider heading outside with the chair. However, Adam Young quickly grabs hold of a chair himself. Negro finds himself a kendo stick and the two stand to keep Barber at bay. The two men help Lucifer back up and get him coherent again as the countdown ticks away. Barber looks agitated in the ring as he now just waits for the two men to enter. The clock runs down ...
As the time runs out, Lucifer and Negro each take a side of the apron as Barber keeps his eyes on them back and forth. Lucifer enters first and Barber moves at him to swing the chair. As he does, Negro enters from the other side and he rushes Barber, swinging the kendo stick and catching John against the back. The champ yells out in pain. Negro swings again and again, whipping the stick across his back.
Sarah Twilight: And now, we just watch the show. I am enjoying myself right now. How about you?
Erin Robbins: Yes, this is quite entertaining!
Freddy Whoa: This is disgusting!
Barber cringes as he is struck over and over again. As he does, Lucifer takes advantage ...and NAILS Barber with OLE SMOKEY! Barber is down and Adam Young is grinning ear to ear on the outside. Lucifer immediately goes for the cover. Westbrook in position.
BARBER KICKS OUT! THE CROWD GOES WILD!!!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!
Sarah Twilight: Luck. It doesn't matter. His time is drawing to an end as Television Champion.
Freddy Whoa: The man is showing HEART! You threatened the entire roster about losing and he is showing the will to win.
Sarah Twilight: I don't give a shit about his will. He is not walking out of here as Television Champion ... period.
Negro and Lucifer look at one another puzzled. They shrug and proceed to haul Barber to his feet. However, Barber fires off a HARD low blow at Negro that sends him down. Lucifer grabs hold of Barber for ANOTHER Ole Smokey but this time Barber reverses and instead grabs Lucifer's arm and pulls him down into his deadly submission!
Freddy Whoa: CRACKER LOCKED IN! HE'S GOT NOWHERE TO GO!
Erin Robbins: How does this even happen?!
Sarah Twilight: Uh .. sometimes I swear these idiots can't get a simple task taken care of.
Barber cinches the hold and Lucifer slaps the mat in agony. Westbrook calls the submission.
Kyle Steel: Lucifer has been eliminated from the gauntlet!
Huge pop from the crowd as Barber evens the odds even more. Barber doesn't waste any time now as he looks at the fallen Negro just before climbing the turnbuckle. He leaps off and NAILS Negro with a diving headbutt. He stays with him for the cover. Westbrook in position. The crowd counts along.
Westbrook calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and STILL ...
Sarah Twilight: NO!
The crowd boos as Sarah interrupts the announcement, standing once again and taking the microphone in hand.
Sarah Twilight: This contest is NOT finished. The final fall of a Crash a Burn Match is always decided in a two out of three. This match continues!
More boos from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Oh gimmie a break! Making up rules as you go.
Erin Robbins: She just said, it is always contested that way!
Freddy Whoa: And how do we know that? We've never had this match before!
Sarah Twilight: If you want something done ... you do it yourself. This is where Eric was a failure. Why he was far too WEAK to keep control.
Freddy Whoa: Wait .. what are you ...
Barber shrugs and waits for Negro to get back to his feet. As Negro does stumble up, Barber moves in for the kill. However, he is spun around out of nowhere and hauled up.
Erin Robbins: TWILIGHT ZONE!!
The crowd boos as Sarah attacks the Television Champion. Negro, not going to waste this opportunity covers Barber. Sarah orders Westbrook to make the count.
Erin Robbins: And now we're tied up. One to one!
Freddy Whoa: This is ... this is straight bullshit!
Negro gets off of the cover. Sarah leaves the ring, instructing Negro to pin Barber again. Negro nods and does as he was instructed to. Westbrook with the count. The crowd is booing.
Barber not only kicks out, but locks up Negro's arm and rolls him over into the CRACKER submission as well! With the angle from which it is applied, Negro screams out and almost has his shoulder cracked in half as he taps violently on the mat. Sarah Twilight had no sooner returned to her seat as she sees this and looks PISSED. The bell rings.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... and STILL WCF Television Champion .... JOHN BARBER!!
Freddy Whoa: And despite Sarah Twilight attempting to HAND this victory to NBK ... John Barber retains! How does that one feel Sarah?
Erin Robbins: I don't think this is going to stand ...
Sarah Twilight: Pathetic twits ... couldn't even finish the job that I DID for them. They will be dealt with. But for now ...
She drops the headset again and makes her way over to the timekeeper, collecting the Television Championship. Barber is in the ring looing down at her with his arms out in question as to what the hell she was doing.
Sarah Twilight: As of this moment John ... I am no longer recognizing you as the Television Champion. You are NOT worth the space you take up on my roster ... and neither are the rest of you twits!
She glances at NBK Inc.
Sarah Twilight: If you want to prove your worth for this piece of tin ...
She dangles the belt in her hand, showing it to John.
Sarah Twilight: You'll have your chance in two weeks.
The crowd BOOS and Barber does NOT look happy. He successfully defended his belt despite all the unfair stipualtions and Sarah getting involved herself and now she was declaring that he wouldn't be recognized as TV Champion?
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on what kind of nonsense is this? He won ... he beat all your obstacles Sarah ...what the hell?!
Erin Robbins: She is the boss, if she doesn't find him worthy of having that belt ... then that is her perogative.
Freddy Whoa: I don't care what she says ... in my eyes, and in the eys of the fans, John Barber is still the Television Champion. He doesn't need Sarah's approval to have the pride of knowing he bested her odds.
Erin Robbins: But if she won't officially recognize him, the fans view doesn't matter. He has a chance to prove his worth in two weeks. I suppose we'll have to wait until then!
Jordan Caliban: LIIIIOOOOONNNN HHHHHEEEEAAAARRRRTTTTTT
Freddy Whoa: Wheres that voice coming from and who is it?
Jordan Caliban comes strolling down the corridor with a baseball bat over his shoulder
Jordan Caliban: LLLLLLIIIIIIOOOONNNNHHHHHHEEEEEAAAARRRRRTTTTTT, There you are beautiful
He finds a door with the name Lion Heart emblazoned on it and starts to bounce on the balls of his feet dropping the baseball bat
Jordan Caliban: Once more into the breach gentlemen
And with one more bounce and a throat burning scream Caliban sprints head on at the door delivering a double front drop kick sending the door crashing in
Freddy Whoa: Erin, Erin stop flirting with the football players and look at the fucking screen
We get a quick replay from the inside of Lion Hearts room from a live web cam feed that was running at the time, we vaguely hear Calibans scream and Lion Heart stands up facing the door, which a second later comes in and crashes straight into his face, Caliban bails out to somewhere with more room beckoning Lion heart to follow, Caliban disappears from sight and lion heart roars running out of the room leaving the door as little more than splinters, the camera's follow and find themselves out in the loading bay, as he runs out the door
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT WHERE DID CALIBAN COME FROM!!!!!
Jordy had set it up and had been waiting on a small ledge above the door coming down on lionheart with a sit out baseball bat shot to the top of the head, he finds a pile of crates making them into a tower of sorts and piling some trash cans and junk onto of them, he looks around and sees the top of a loading truck, he hauls Lion heart over to the pile of junk and hits a crack a smile jawbreaker on the big man
Freddy Whoa: HE'S STILL ON HIS FEET!
Erin Robbins: holy shit! not anymore he isnt!
Caliban quickly follows up his original attempt with a running leap frog Angle cutter driving the big man down onto the trash, Caliban then makes his way to the top of the truck
Erin Robbins: What the hell is this idiot doing! He has his first Slam Main Event tonight!
Freddy Whoa: And Jordy knows that may be the end of him also, there is not one man in that match not looking to kill Jordan Caliban for his respective cause, even his team mates are against him. Here he goes
Erin Robbins: DON'T DO IT KID, THINK OF, WHO AM I KIDDING, JUMP! JUMP YAH LITTLE LEPRECHAUN BASTARD!
Freddy Whoa: HOLY RACIAL SLUR BATMA.... FUCKING HELL HE IS A DEAD DEAD MAN, JORDAN CALIBAN MAY OF JUST TOOK HIMSELF OUT FOR LIFE!
Jordy positions himself and picks his spot attempting the Caliboom imploding 630 of the top of the Production truck and missing completely as Lion heart having enough time to recuperate moves in good time leaving Jordy as the soul recipient of his own move
Lion heart looks at the camera and then back to Jordy laughing the whole time
Lion heart: You missed kid
And he walks away laughing, a few seconds later a curious scratching sound can be heard and then a puff off smoke rises out of the debris
Camera guy: YOU ALRIGHT OVER THERE MR CALIBAN!
Jordan Caliban: Aye mate, but I think my pride just packed its bags and fucked off back to Ireland
The backstage area is shown yet again as Nathan von Liebert is walking around with his World Title draped around his shoulder near catering. As he turns around, all of a sudden the Masked Man appears from behind and hits his with a steel chair to the gut as he doubles over in pain.
Erin Robbins: There’s that masked man again and he’s attacking our World Champion!
The Masked Man then decides to hit Nathan von Liebert in the back with the steel chair sending him down to the floor. He then grabs the World Title and looks at it intently and puts it on top of him.
Freddy Whoa: This is interesting, now with Eric Price gone … it seems that the Masked Man has made targets out of the remaining Bravado members.
Erin Robbins: This is unjustified and ridiculous!
The Masked Man then grabs a piece of paper as he seems to draw a line through it and then leaves it on top of NvL. The piece of paper is then shown and it shows a list with the names Lionheart, Jonathan Jakobs, Steeltoe Joe, and now Nathan von Liebert crossed off and only one name is left on the list uncrossed … Sarah Twilight. The shot then switches back to ringside.
Erin Robbins: Did you see that list? Lionheart, Jakobs, Joe, NvL, all crossed off with only Sarah Twilight left on the list.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds like the Masked Man is targeting Bravado here.
Erin Robbins: Yes but why wait until Eric Price is out of the picture … it makes no sense.
Freddy Whoa: He must figure they are weakened without their leader.
Erin Robbins: Sarah is the new and much stronger leader of Bravado and this Masked Man is not going to take Sarah down, no way!
Ana Valentine sits on the bench in her locker room, staring at the blank wall, psyching herself up for her match later in the night. She stretches back and forth with a pensive look on her face. After a few moments, she is sent sprawling tot he floor by an attack from behind by Benjamin Atreyu. She spins around, and back away as he slowly steps closer to her.
Ana Valentine: What the hell?!
Benjamin Atreyu: It's nothing personal. It's just that Scott is my manager now, and a million dollars is a lot of money. I'm sure you understand.
Ana Valentine: Get the hell away from me.
She kicks at him, but misses, and finds herself sitting on the floor, backed up against a set of lockers.
Benjamin Atreyu: It'll be a lot quicker if you don't struggle. I don;t really feel like running. I already got my cardio in for the day.
Benjy chuckles, and goes to grab her, but she punches him in the jaw, sending him stumbling back. He grabs his face with a shout.
Benjamin Atreyu: God damn! You have some fight in you. Let's see if that's still true after I'm done with you.
He backs up, and sprints toward her, trying to crush her head between his knee and the locker door. She moves just in time, causing him to dent the door with his knee. He cries out in pain, and grabs his leg, giving Ana enough time to jump up, and hit him with an enziguri. He falls forward, crashing head first into the lockers. She uses the moment to escape from the room, as Benjy lays on the ground nursing his wounds. We cut back to a shot of the announcer's table.
Erin Robbins: Benjamin Atreyu trying to cash in on the million dollar bounty, and can't get it done.
Freddy Whoa: Ana Valentine is a lot quicker than people give her credit for. Anyone wants to take her out, it's gonna take a lot more than that.
Freddy Whoa: Well that was an incredible ma- what the hell?
"Oops I Did It Again!" by Britney Spears blares over the PA as yellow pyros shoot off. The curtain parts and out steps the WCF's beloved fatcake, Mr. Jack B. Happy. Table (?) in hand, he's also accompanied to the ring by a blonde that is a clear knockoff of Britney Spears as well as a brunette which bears a striking resemblence to Jessica Alba. They bring the chairs as, in a flash, Mr. Happy has set up a table and assumed a ringside seat opposite of the WCF Announcer's Table.
Erin Robbins: Can someone please tell me what is the meaning of all this? This isn't on the program. Mr. Happy isn't scheduled for anything. Besides, we....we're the announcers. We've....
Before Erin can say anything else, Mr. Happy nods towards "Jessica" as she gives him a placard from underneath her shirt. He giggles before setting up the placard that reads, in bright fuschia, 'SPANISH ANNOUNCER'S TABLE'.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The "Britney" double goes to the back. Moments later, she returns with a sombrero as well as a platter of burritos. The crowd pops as Jack eats one and puts on the hat. He then puts a headset on as we hear him say....
Mr. Happy: And howdy do buckaroos! I'll be your Spanish announcing host. The man with the wiggle and the giggle, the mirth and the girth, the thunderous thighs and the bovine backside....Mr. Jack-be-nimble-Jack-be-quick-Jack-busted-out-the-big-whuppin-stick Happy-ito!!!!!!!! Time for a match-ito!!!!!! I'm joined at ringside by my lovely helpers for this evening, Jessica Albatross-ito and Britney Spearson-ito. Give them a warm round of applause-ito!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Jonny Fly in the house!
Erin Robbins: Ugh. This guy isn’t even on the damn roster. I don’t care who he is, get him out of here!
Fly steps out onto the stage to a mixture of cheers and boos. Fly is wearing his in-ring gear and suspiciously holding a clipboard in one hand and a microphone in the other. He smirks arrogantly as he stares out at the fans before proceeding down the ramp toward ringside. A few fans reach out and try to get Fly’s attention to slap their hands, but he refuses. At ringside, Fly uses the steel steps to elevate himself into the ring. He pauses for a second to allow his music to drown out before beginning.
Jonny Fly: Sooo…
Fly pauses briefly.
Jonny Fly: I came here tonight for one simple reason. I need a warm-up match for War. I don’t know why I was left off the card, but sitting at home this week didn’t seem like the best use of my time with the biggest match of the year just a week away.
Fly pauses again.
Jonny Fly: With that said, whether you guys like it or not, I’m going to compete in a match tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Jonny Fly in action TONIGHT!?
Erin Robbins: This is ridiculous. He was left off the card for a reason. There’s not going to be a match tonight.
Jonny Fly: You see, right here in my hand…
Fly holds the clipboard up that he’s holding for all to see.
Jonny Fly: …is a list of the entire WCF roster. I’m going to close my eyes and pick a name off of this list. Then I’m going to challenge whoever that person is to come out here and face me in an impromptu match. It’s a hell of an honor, to share the canvas with Jonny Fly. I suspect whoever it is that is picked will feel the same way. With that said…
Fly closes his eyes and places his right index finger on the clipboard. He opens his eyes.
Jonny Fly: TYLER WALKER. Get your ass out here!
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly is calling out “The Beast!”
Erin Robbins: I hope Walker ignores him.
Ignores him he does not. "I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. A referee emerges on the stage and jogs down to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I think this is actually going to happen! WHOA!
Erin Robbins: I think Fly has bit off more than he can chew. Walker is one big man.
Fly tosses his clipboard and microphone to the side and approaches Walker. Walker has a smug smirk on his face and the two exchange a few words before…a punch is thrown.
Mr. Happy: EL PUNCHO!
Freddy Whoa: Fly with the big right hand!
Ding, Ding, Ding.
Fly’s blow forces the 275 pound Walker to stumble backward. Fly stands and stares at The Beast as he wipes his jaw following the shot he just took. Fly smiles and mouths “There’s only one beast in this ring, jobber.” The comment angers Walker, and he runs toward Fly. Fly deftly moves out of the way allowing Walker to hit the ropes. Fly downs him with a spinning heel kick as Walker bounces back. Fly stands motionless on the mat, stalking, waiting for Tyler Walker to get back up.
Walker slowly rises, and looks back at Fly wide-eyed. Fly motions Walker forward, and Tyler obliges. The two lock-up, with Walker taking the quick advantage with a side-headlock. Fly is able to power out, push Walker away, and then take him back down to the mat with a missile drop-kick. Once again, Jonny Fly stands over Tyler Walker waiting for him to get back up. Defiantly, Walker shakes off the pain and gets back up.
Jonny Fly: Had enough yet? It only gets worse from here.
Angered again, Walker runs at Fly. Fly falls one knee and sends a stiff punch right to Walker’s stomach, then swings his legs tripping the big man to his feet. From there Fly climbs on top of The Beast and hammers away at his face with a series of punches. Satisfied, Fly gets up to his feet and brings Tyler Walker with him. Fly grabs Walker and lifts him straight up in the air, and then completes a vertical suplex.
Mr. Happy: SUPLEXITO!
Not taking his foot off the gas pedal now, Fly gathers Walker back to his feet once again. Fly grabs Walker’s arm and goes to whip him into the turnbuckle. However, instead of whipping him, Fly releases and spins his body three-hundred and sixty degrees and delivers a BRUTAL ‘Discus Fly’ to Tyler Walker.
Erin Robbins: WHOA!
Freddy Whoa: That’s my line!
Mr. Happy: LOS DISCOS FLYOSOS!
Erin Robbins: Regardless, uh, Tyler Walker might not have a head right now. He’s out cold.
Tyler Walker lies on the mat unmoving. Fly stares down at his fallen opponent…and smiles. A chorus of boos from the crowd ring out at the sight of Fly smiling at the condition of Tyler Walker. Fly breaks eye contact with Walker and walks over to the turnbuckle, climbing to the top. He pauses briefly at the top of the turnbuckle to look out once again at the crowd. He leaps…and delivers the final blow to Tyler Walker.
Freddy Whoa: THE FLY SWATTER!
Mr. Happy: EL SWATTER DE LA FLYA!
Fly rolls off Walker and rises back to his feet. He sets his boot on top of Walker’s chest and instructs the referee to count.
Mr. Happy: DIOS MIO!
Erin Robbers: Well shit, Fly wins. He wins a match that never was supposed to happen.
Freddy Whoa: Say what you want Erin, but Fly looks primed for War. He’s going to be a tough out.
Fly takes one last look at Walker, and turn away in disgust. The crowd pelts him with jeers, but Fly could care less. He stands in the center of the ring and revels in the reaction. He mouths ‘see you all at War’ before sliding out of the ring and heading to the back.
Kyle Steel: The next match is scheduled for one fall!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, standing six feet, five inches tall, and weighing in at 245 pounds. He hails from Griffen, Georgia. He is Doc Henry!
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. Doc's music stops, and is replaced by “Stranglehold” as the crowd screams.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... standing six feet, two inches tall, and weighing in at 226 pounds. He hails from the Federal District of Poon Guinea. He is The Godfather of Professional Wrestling... Bobby Ciaro!
The fans react with a loud mixture of cheers and boos and a vocal contingent of supporters even start a "BOBBY C!" chant. Cairo makes his way through the crowd and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans before hopping down and readying himself for the match.
Erin Robbins: And to say this is a highly anticipated match would be a huge understatement. You can feel the excitement comign from the stands. These fans are dying to see this match, and it's made all that much sweeter by Sarah Twilight's recent declaration that all WCF matches will be contested under no DQ rules.
Freddy Whoa: That is sure to make a big difference in this match up. You could even argue that it helps Cairo bridge the advantage that Doc has in height and weight. Set your DVR. You're gonna wanna watch this one more than once.
After a quick reading of whatever rules are left, the ref signals for the bell. The two men circle around the center of the ring for a little bit, feeling each other out. They lock up, and push each other back and forth, before Doc's strength advantage takes over, and he shoves Cairo into the corner. Doc backs off, but catches a slap to the face for it. Henry answers with two hard knees to the gut, before whipping Bobby into the opposite corner. Doc sprints across the ring, and goes for a splash. Bobby rolls out of the corner just in time, sending Henry face first into the turnbuckle. He stumbles back into a small package pin.
...2! Doc kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Cairo going for an early win there, but you are going to have to do a lot more to Doc Henry to put him down for three.
Both men pop up, and stare each other down, as the crowd cheers. Dueling “Let's go Cairo” and “Let's go Henry” chants begin, as the men begin to circle again. Doc lunges, but Cairo ducks under it, and answers with several swift kicks to the side of his opponent's leg. Doc hobbles a bit, but stops the attack with a hard right hand. A left follows it, causing Bobby to stumble back into the ropes. Doc swings for a clothesline, but Bobby ducks it, and flips the positioning around so that Doc is now against the ropes. Cairo delivers a few more kicks to Henry's leg, before going for a clothesline. Doc ducks down, and flips Bobby up over the top rope. He crashes hard to the concrete, getting an audible “ooooh” from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He hit the ground hard.
Erin Robbins: That's what happens when a six foot five Doc Henry tosses you over his head.
Doc wastes no time in climbing out of the ring, and dragging Bobby to his feet. He whips Cairo into the steel steps, sending them flying.
Erin Robbins: Doc with the heavy upper hand here. Giving Cairo no time to recover from that massive fall.
Doc goes to grab Bobby again, but Cairo pushes him back, giving him enough time to recover, and dive for Doc's legs. He hits a chop block to the front of Henry's knee, sending him crumbling to the ground. Cairo drags himself to his feet, and begins stomping on Doc's leg.
Freddy Whoa: Bobby Cairo hitting the desperation chop block, and it worked. It looks like Doc is really hurting here.
Cairo drags him over to the guardrail, and slams Doc's leg into the steel bars. Doc screams in pain, and Cairo does it again. He then jumps up, and drops a knee on Doc's leg, smashing it against the concrete.
Erin Robbins: Cairo sees blood! He's injured that leg and he knows it.
Freddy Whoa: He's being relentless on the outside, and due to Sarah's announcement, there's nothing the ref can do about it.
Bobby drops another knee, but stays down on it. He grabs Doc's foot, and uses his knee as a fulcrum to wrench the shin bone upward. He pulls hard, as Doc tries to pull himself free using the guardrail. It isn't working, so Doc reaches up and pops Cairo in the jaw. He does it again, causing Bobby to release the hold, and stumble back. Doc pulls himself up, and when Bobby lunges, he counters by flipping him over the guardrail, into a group of fans. This gives Doc time to recover, and grab a chair from the audience. He waits for Bobby to stand, before waffling him. Cairo collapses behind the guardrail, and Doc tosses the chair into the ring. He follows after it, using the time to check on his knee, and recover from the vicious attack.
Erin Robbins: This match already taking a toll on both men. We knew this match would be brutal, but I didn't expect it to be this nasty.
Bobby slowly climbs over the rail, and crawls to the ring. He pulls himself up with the apron, but Doc is ready, and brings the chair down on his hands. Bobby stumbles back long enough for Doc to bounce off the opposite ropes, and hits a suicide dive, sending both men crashing into the steel rail. They fall to the ground, and both lay their for a while, as the fans shout their approval.
Freddy Whoa: Doc sacrificing himself just to cause Bobby Cairo pain.
Erin Robbins: I'm not surprised. This is a hot match, and I think everyone will be disappointed if blood isn't spilled.
Doc is the first to rise, and he drags Cairo with him. He slams the man's head against the apron, before tossing him under the bottom rope. Doc follows, and grabs the chair. He waits for Bobby to recover. Once the man gets to his knees; Doc raises the chair high above his head. Bobby is too quick, hitting Doc with a low blow before the chair can fall. Doc drops the the canvas; as the crowd boos. Bobby grans the chair, and now it is his turn to wait. When Doc is almost up, Cairo bounces off the ropes, and puts the chair between his knee and Doc's face. The collision is brutal. It sends Doc to the ground, and when we get a clear shot of him, we can see that a crimson river has begun to run down the side of his head.
Erin Robbins: Doc is busted open! It looks pretty bad too.
Blood drips on the canvas, as Bobby circles like a vulture. He rolls Doc onto his stomach, and intertwines their left legs, before tossing himself backward. Doc screams in agony, as Bobby stands up, and does it again.
Freddy Whoa: Bobby going back to that leg. It seems to be working. Doc is in a lot of pain right now.
Bobby spins himself around, and turns the hold into an STF.
Doc claws for the ropes; as Bobby wrenches on the hold. Doc reaches back, and grabs a handful of Bobby's hair. He pulls as hard as he can, until Bobby lets go. Doc quickly spins onto his back, and delivers a well placed kick to Bobby's mouth. Cairo's mouth fills with blood from a busted lip, as Doc gets to his feet, and begins pummeling the fresh wound with rights and lefts. Cairo stumbles backward into the ropes, and Doc whips him across the ring. As son as Bobby gets back, he hits him with a hard powerslam, and goes for the pin.
...No! Cairo kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Doc almost had him, but Cairo digs down deep to kick out.
Doc stands him up, and goes to lift him into a suplex position. Bobby hooks to leg to stop it, and hits Henry with a knee to the gut. He then hooks both his arms, and hits a butterfly suplex. Bobby keeps a hold of the arms after impact, and rolls backwards, turning the move into a grapevine double chicken wing style hold.
Erin Robbins: Amazing show of technical prowess by Bobby Cairo, and now he's holding on tight.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, not only does that hold hurt your shoulder, but it bends you in half, cutting off your oxygen supply. A man can only sit in this hold so long before passing out.
Doc flails, but Cairo keeps the hold on tight. Eventually, Doc stops flailing aimlessly, and begins rocking back and forth. After a couple times, he flips them both over. This causes Bobby to let go of the hold, and allows Doc to turn it into a Boston crab in one fluid move.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! These two men reaching deep into their bags of tricks for this one.
Doc pulls back, mugging for the screaming crowd. Cairo quickly delivers an elbow to Bobby's injured knee, causing him to fall forward and release the hold. Bobby grabs the ropes, and yanks himself out of the ring, as Doc grabs at his own leg. He doesn't take long to convalesce, before following Bobby out of the ring. With both men standing, they begin trading blows. Doc ducks a right from Cairo, and grabs him from behind, hitting a quick German suplex on the concrete. Upon impact, a loud “holy shit” chant begins. Doc stands back up, and lifts Bobby, tossing him under the bottom rope. Henry slides in, and immediately goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo kicks out at two and seventh eighths!
With a angry grimace, Doc walks over to the corner, and rips the pad off the top rope, revealing the steel turnbuckle beneath. He drags Cairo to the corner, and lifts his head. Before he can slam it down, Bobby grabs the ropes, and stops it. He then grabs Doc's head and slams it into the metal. Doc falls back, giving Bobby a moment to recuperate. When Doc starts to get back up, we can see that the head wound has gotten worse. Blood pours down onto the canvas.
Erin Robbins: This has gotten gruesome.
Freddy Whoa: I hope they don't take us off the air.
Erin Robbins: Knowing WCF like I do, I would be very surprised if THIS is what gets us taken off the air.
Cairo runs forward, and this Doc with another knee to the skull, immediately falling down for the cover.
...3-NO! Doc kicks out! Cairo grabs Doc's legs, and twist them into a figure four leg lock, before falling backward. Doc yells out, as he randomly flings his arms around. His face is contorted in a look of pure pain. He reaches for the ropes, but he's not close enough. Bobby slams his upper half backward, tightening the hold. Henry reaches for Cairo, but can't quite grab him. It looks for a moment like he might tap out.
Erin Robbins: Doc being stretched to his limits here. This might be the end.
In one last ditch effort, Doc flings his weight to the side, and begins trying to flip Bobby over. After a long struggle, he does it, putting Cairo in the painful position. Doc's injury prevents him from holding on too long. He lets go, and pulls himself into the corner. Cairo goes to grab his leg again, but gets kicked in the face. Doc dives on him, and hits him with several fast rights to the head. He then stands up, and stomps away at Cairo's face with his good leg. After a vicious beating, Doc steps away, and throws his fists in the air.
Erin Robbins: I think Doc smells a victory coming on!
Doc begs Cairo to stand, and he slowly obliges. Once Bobby is on his feet, Doc grabs him and this him with a uranage slam.
Freddy Whoa: The Gambler's Hand!
Doc then slowly climbs the turnbuckle, and stands tall. Cairo jumps up long enough to dive into Doc's legs, sending him tumbling hard to the mat. Cairo lifts Doc up, and puts him in a suplex hold, before hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Irresistible Bliss!
Cairo hits a snap fisherman's suplex, and holds on, bridging for a pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winner... Bobby Cairo!
Cairo stands to his feet, and raises his arms in victory, as his music plays.
Freddy Whoa: Insane match from these two men tonight. We say this a lot, but they really left it all in the ring.
Erin Robbins: No doubt about that. This match was well worth the price of admission.
Freddy Whoa: It was a treat to see Bobby Cairo back in action here tonight.
Erin Robbins: It's been too long - wait, is that Logan?
Bobby Cairo is oblivious to his presence as Logan slides underneath the bottom rope and stares down Cairo from behind.
Freddy Whoa: Last week after Logan defeated Odin Balfore, Bobby Cairo came out afterwards and viciously assaulted Logan.
Erin Robbins: Wait... I thought that was a man in a Bobby Cairo mask? That's what Bobby has been saying.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah...
Just as Bobby Cairo begins to turn around, Logan pushes in behind him and quickly locks him into a sleeper. Bobby's eyes light up with surprise and Logan hops over his shoulder and hits The Connector! The audience in the arena is filled with pure excitement at the possibility of these two icons feuding.
Erin Robbins: Cairo just went to Connector City!
Logan pops to his feet and looks over the fallen Bobby Cairo with deep satisfaction. Doc Henry stands on the outside of the ring, deciding not to leave, and instead stay to see what unfolds here. Logan finally breaks his trance from Cairo, sliding out of the ring, walking past Doc Henry without even acknowledging him and heading to the back. Bobby Cairo stirs on the rings surface, rolling onto his side, and looking up to Logan with rage filled eyes as he walks away.
Freddy Whoa: Things are starting to get pretty serious between these two.
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling this is the beginning of something very dangerous and violent.
Ana Valentine is walking through the hallway, talking on her cellphone.
Ana Valentine: It's ridiculous. I'm looking over my shoulder every five minutes, worried that some idiot is going to try and take me out. I figured Scott would come after me, but I didn't think he'd be willing to spend a million dollars doing it.
The conversation is cut off by another attack fro behind. Ana this the concrete, and we see John Gable standing behind her. The phone scatters across the ground, now broken into a few different pieces. She doesn't even look back to see who it is, she just tries to scramble away. It proves useless though, as Gable grabs her by the hair, and drags her to her feet.
John Gable: With a million dollars, I could fund a small independent film, get noticed by all the smarmy, hipster film critics. That money could be the beginning of my new career, and if I have to sacrifice you to get at it, then so be it.
He tucks her head under his arm, and lifts her into a suplex position. Before he can drop her down into a brainbuster, she knees him in the head, causing him to drop her. She dropkicks him in the knee, knocking him to the ground. She then kicks him in the side of the head, before running down the hallway. Gable glares after her, as he lays on the ground. As he seethes, we cut back to the announce table.
Erin Robbins: Another member of S-PAC who can't collect on the bounty. Though, it looks like Ana's got her work cut out for her this week. If I were her, I might lock myself in my dressing room until my match, and then leave immediately after.
Freddy Whoa: It certainly doesn't look like the world is interested in being kind to Ana tonight. She needs to be careful, or she may really get hurt.
The scene opens backstage where we find Denise and Night Rider.The WCF had been split in half after the announcement last week, and the take over by Sara Twilight. Everyone was trying to decide who was right, and if the WCF would ever be the same after the take over. Denise and Night Rider weren't any different.
Denise: I can't believe it... First Oblivion and now this whole take over thing!
Night Rider: I know, but it's going to come down to what side we go with.
Denise nods, and leans back in her chair.
Denise D'Evil: That's true. But it seems to me that Sara doesn't have a whole of people that are willing to side with her.
Night Rider: Maybe there's a reason for it though.
Denise D'Evil: No one wants to side with her because they are afraid to. But think about this for a moment...
Night Rider: Ok, I'm listening.
Denise D'Evil: This would be a great thing for us. I mean considering we want to cause as much chaos, as we can. What better way to get our hands on what we want and destroy everyone that stands in our way. Plus we can what we want... Like Titles.
Night Rider: You have a point. Maybe we should go and talk to her before we decide.
Denise smiles and gets up from where she sits, and heads for the door, as the scene fades back to the main arena.
Freddy Whoa: And Slam rolls on here tonight live from Oklahoma City. Once again, as per our new WCF owner, all matches are contested under no disqualification and no count out rules!
Erin Robbins: And I for one love that!
Freddy Whoa: I’m sure you do.
The house lights go down, as red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. "Angel of Darkness" by Alex C. & Yasmin K. begins to play, as the sound of a whining 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 stagehand to take the horse backstage.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6’ tall, from Sleepy Hollow, New York, she is the Death Bringer, Denise D’Evil!
She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent as the crowd gives her a loud reaction, mostly boos.
“Primadonna Girl” by Marina and the Diamonds hits the speakers as Ana Valentine steps out onto the stage to mostly cheers from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes her opponent, the lovely Ana Valentine!
Erin Robbins: And Ana has had a target on her back thanks to one Scott Savage and a million dollar bounty!
Ana stops and stands on the ramp, bending forward she blows a kiss straight down the lens of the camera, before straightening up. She makes her way down the ramp, pausing to slap some fans hands and even kiss a few on the cheek.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent, standing at 5’ 5” tall, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada, she is Ana Valentine!
She walks slowly up the steel steps and drops down low to slip under the bottom rope, before turning her back to the ring ropes and leaning against them to stretch, before turning to the crowd with a wink!
Freddy Whoa: And this match set to get underway right here. These two women clearly do not like each other especially after last week, Denise D’Evil for seemingly no reason attacked Ana Valentine!
Erin Robbins: Key word there Freddy … seemingly … seemingly … kind of like you’re seemingly a good play-by-play announcer … seemingly.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Erin Robbins: Nothing but you’re going back to Wednesday nights so you should understand your place. Anyway, this match is set to get started here as the referee rings the bell!
Freddy Whoa: And here we go and … what is this?
Denise D’Evil quickly slips to the outside as Ana looks on wondering what the deal is.
Erin Robbins: And Denise D’Evil coming out here and oh boy, here we go! Showing why she’s a former Hardcore Champion, she’s grabbing a steel chair, this match is going to get intense and I for one would like to thank our new owner for instituting this no disqualification rule to all our matches. Really makes everything more exciting.
Freddy Whoa: Your lips really are firmly glued to her ass aren’t they?
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!
Freddy Whoa: Nevermind … regardless, D’Evil, steel chair in hand as she slides back in the ring!
Ana quickly notices this and runs toward the ropes away from Denise is trying to slide in but as she gets up and holds the steel chair, Ana responds with a drop kick!
Erin Robbins: And oh no!
Freddy Whoa: Ana Valentine with a dropkick to Denise D’Evil here and that chair definitely factored in! Did you hear that thud? Bouncing right off the head of D’Evil as she is down! Valentine in for a cover, here we go!
Erin Robbins: BUT NO! A kick out after a very near 3 count! That chair really cost D’Evil here in the early going of this match!
Freddy Whoa: Yes but you have to consider the size difference and style difference between Ana Valentine and Denise D’Evil and Ana’s been able to mitigate that difference and use it to her advantage thus far!
Ana then puts Denise in a headlock attempting to weaken her while she’s down.
Erin Robbins: And a headlock, trying to weaken her bigger and stronger opponent because no matter what the size, you cut the oxygen off to the head, and the rest will fall.
Freddy Whoa: Absolutely.
Erin Robbins: And it seems despite the pressure, D’Evil is not fading but Valentine continues to lock it in but no!
Freddy Whoa: And D’Evil with some hard elbows to Valentine forcing her to let go and oh no, D’Evil now with a head lock on Valentine, a dose of her own medicine! And she seems to be feeling the effects of this sleeper hold for sure.
Erin Robbins: The referee now lifting Valentine’s arm to see if she’s still in this and she responds, yes she is still in this! She swats that arm over and starts punching D’Evil in the face, again, and again forcing her to let go of the hold!
Freddy Whoa: And Valentine now getting herself up as D’Evil has released the hold and now looks to be on the attack. She goes after Valentine but oh no, Valentine lowers the ropes and D’Evil goes over the top rope as Ana Valentine looks on and recuperates from that sleeper she had placed on him just a bit ago.
Erin Robbins: Valentine waiting on the inside of the ring as the referee starts his count against D’Evil.
Freddy Whoa: Many might say that Ana Valentine is not hardcore material but I beg to differ after seeing this display here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: D’Evil regrouping and she’s back in the ring. Valentine now stomping D’Evil in the gut over and over trying to wear her down as she has been getting in some offense but wants to do more to hurt Denise D’Evil and get herself some retribution. Valentine really taking the wind out of D’Evil here and looks like she’s grabbing a leg here and I think she’s setting up for an Ankle Lock!
Ana grabs Denise’s leg here and really takes hold of the foot but Denise is resisting!
Erin Robbins: But D’Evil knows it’s coming, she’s fighting back and manages to kick Valentine away toward the ropes. Valentine coming back however and grabbing the leg again, Valentine kicks D’Evil in her other leg keeping her grounded here and OH NO!
As Ana turns D’Evil around, she tightly clenches the ankle lock right on Denise D’Evil!
Freddy Whoa: D’Evil in tremendous pain here but she manages to get to the bottom rope. But this does no good as there are no disqualification rules.
Erin Robbins: That’s right and Ana just keeps that ankle locked in pain!
Ana continues to apply pressure as Denise grabs onto the ropes and starts using them for leverage and with her one free leg, starts kicking away at Ana Valentine! Ana however tries to hold her ground but another kick forces her to let go of the hold!
Freddy Whoa: And Valentine forcibly breaking the hold after two kicks from D’Evil here who had to clearly force Ana to let go otherwise, her fate was sealed!
Erin Robbins: These no disqualification rules are great and really get these athletes to push themselves! I love it!
Freddy Whoa: D’Evil recovering here as the referee forces Valentine to step back. D’Evil is getting up and Valentine is trying to sneak by but D’Evil meets her first with a hit right to the face. Valentine responds with another strike to D’Evil’s face. These two great competitors trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like D’Evil is getting the upper hand here. And Valentine is now almost out of it. D’Evil grabs Valentine and bam, nails a DDT on Ana Valentine.
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Freddy Whoa: And Ana Valentine barely managing to get her shoulder up. This match has been interesting, a match of revenge here for Valentine and she’s managed to do what many said she couldn’t, she’s really gone extreme here!
Erin Robbins: She’s gotten lucky but D’Evil is picking up momentum here, this so far means nothing!
Ana now being brought up by Denise but Ana manages to whip Denise into the ropes and on the rebound hits her with a nasty spinebuster.
Freddy Whoa: Cupid's Bow! It's over!
Before Ana can make the cover, she sees all four members of the Savage Political Action Committee come sprinting down the ramp. They roll under the bottom rope, and surround her instantly.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute, what the hell is this? Ana has this match won!
Erin Robbins: Always so biased, telling such a fairytale!
Freddy Whoa: THE TRUTH!
Erin Robbins: That Ana has this match won, please! S-PAC is simply here to ensure that this match goes fairly and thanks to our new owner Sarah Twilight, this is all perfectly legal.
Ana goes on the offensive first and dropkicks Waylon Cash in the face. He tumbles backward out of the ring but the rest of the members of S-PAC dive on her before she can fight anymore.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on, this is a 4 on 1 assault; THIS IS A MUGGING! Someone has to stop this!
Erin Robbins: Why? I’m loving this!
They stomp away at her, giving her no chance to fight back.
Freddy Whoa: She’s defenseless, enough is enough!
Erin Robbins: I don’t think they’re done here, what is Scott Savage doing?
Freddy Whoa: No come on, let’s think about this, please.
Once she has been beaten heavily, Scott lifts her up, and hits her with a vicious powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: This is not right! What a vicious powerbomb! And oh no, NOT THIS WAY! NO!
Erin Robbins: Yes, here we go!
He then drags Denise's lifeless body over the top of her, and yells at the ref to count.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, NO!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, Denise D’Evil!
Freddy Whoa: Oh yeah, winner after turning this into a 4 on 1 mugging, of course she won the match!
Erin Robbins: Oh boohoo, this is the land of opportunity, this is not candy land, you have to sink or swim.
Freddy Whoa: Come on, you can’t condone what just happened, a 4 on 1 assault by a clearly depraved and jealous S-PAC who simply can’t get over the fact that Ana Valentine ditched them!
Erin Robbins: She betrayed them and disrespected them, they are simply asserting themselves!
Freddy Whoa: Oh yeah, it took 4 men to bring Ana down and then they dragged Denise on top of Ana so she could lose the match, that’s showing assertion and respect?! Please, nothing but a bunch of cowards is what they are!
Erin Robbins: Maybe you’d like to take it up with our new boss!
S-PAC doesn't take the attack any further. They simply climb out of the ring, and walk to the back. Denise D’Evil slowly comes to, and begins celebrating when she realizes she's won the match.
Freddy Whoa: And D’Evil won the match but … this is nonsense! I may have not supported the previous leadership but it certainly was better than this farce!
Erin Robbins: Accept it Freddy, the future is now! Ana made a mistake and now she paid the price, this is simply justice!
Again the camera cuts to the back. We see that Mr. Happy has left the Spanish Announcer's table upon the urging of his lovely helpers, and has made his way to the door of Sarah Twilight, head of WCF. He knocks on the door in a jovial manner and adjusts his HappyShades on his forehead. Moments later, Sarah Twilight answers the door. She does not look pleased at seeing him.
Sarah Twilight: Who the fuck are you and what do you want?
She knew who he was ... but the fact is ... he was irrelevent to her.
Mr. Jack Happy: Oooh, really Sarah? Okay, I want my own private island and form of currency. Supermodels could pick me up and whisk me away on my own private jet. I want my own government and....
Sarah Twilight: (Annoyed) Look you fucking twit ... I don't have time for bullshit games. What the hell did you come here for?
Mr. Jack Happy: Well, firstly, that was kinda rude giving me your number as 1-800-GOOO-AWAY. I called that like 69 times and you NEVER returned a phone call! Anywhos, I know it's kinda late. I tried to make it to the wedding, but security kept thinking I wasn't invited.
Sarah Twilight: Because you weren't....
Mr. Jack Happy: Hunh?
Sarah Twilight: Nothing. Just get on with it ...
Mr. Jack Happy: SOOOOO, I got you a little something. I told Eric about it a while back. It's a Happy tradition. When someone gets married, they get a toaster. So I got you a supercool, neat-o, Great Value Toaster from Wal-Mart. I know right. It's awesome. I spared no expense. Because even though you didn't show up at the park to share ice cream with me and wear matching edibles with me, I still thought you should have something wonderful for your wedding. No need to thank me.
Sarah Twilight: (Pissed off now and in a sarcastic tone) Is that so? Well, maybe I should do something for you. In fact, I think I will.
Mr. Jack Happy: Sooooo...is it safe to say then, that you like Happy's Hardness?
Sarah Twilight: (Seething) Get your ass out to that ring you fucking idiot! You have a match ... Tonight ... NEXT!
Mr. Happy's Happyshades fall down as he casts his trademark scared flinch. Quickly, he turns and runs away, a toilet paper tail being seen out of his backside as Sarah almost pukes in her mouth at the sight. We cut back to ringside.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Jack Happy just placed in an inpromptu contest. I don't even think he realizes that he just pissed off the boss!
Erin Robbins: Well if he doesn't know ... he will after whatever Sarah has in store for him. That I am sure of.
"Mr. Happy" by Insane Clown Posse hits the arena speakers. Kyle Steel rushes into position to make the announcement of this impromptu match.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under the new standard no diqualification rules .... Making his way to the ring ... from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania ... weighing in at three hundred twenty pounds ... MR. JACK HAPPY!!!
Bubbles rain down from the entrance as Mr. Happy emerges, burrito in hand. Finishing it off, he high fives children as well as adults (sending them flying back a row or two from his sheer enthusiasm).
Entering into the ring, his 'Happyshades' fall down and he casts his trademark scared 'flinch' before taking them off and staring directly into his opponent's eyes. Then he belches. Following that, he smiles and giggles.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
Kyle waits to see who will come through the curtain as his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Who's it gonna be?
Erin Robbins: Could be anyone ... I have no idea.
We cut to the backstage area once again as we see Cryboy McEmo, Hardcore McMurderkill and El Taco De Genial standing around doing ... well absolutely nothing as per usual for the exteremely undercard talent that never get to compete at Slam. A seeething Sarah Twilight walks passed them as she looks for someone to order out to the ring to compete against Jack Happy. The Mistress of Mischief pauses mid step and looks at the worthless trio. Unexpectedly, she points at Cryboy McEmo.
Sarah Twilight: You ... out to the ring. NOW!
Cryboy doesn't argue ... he just makes his way toward the curtain. The remaining two men stand there puzzled. Sarah glares at them.
Sarah Twilight: What are you looking at?
She says coldly, the men quickly take the hint and leave to get out of her sight.
Freddy Whoa: Cryboy McEmo ... on Slam?! WHOA!
Erin Robbins: If Cryboy defeats Jack Happy ... wow the things that might do for him.
Kyle Steel: From Seattle, Washington ... weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds ... CRYBOY MCEMO!!!
Freddy Whoa: I don't even believe I am seeing this.
"Sing" by My Chemical Romance plays and a few girls in the crowd cheer. Cryboy McEmo steps out, looking around, wondering if tonight is the night he makes history and finally gets a victory. He heads to the ring, thinking about all of his past failures and wondering if he'll ever find someone to love him. He slides in, climbs the turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the air.
Erin Robbins: I think tonight may be his night. He might actually win!
Referee Charles Whitman calls for the bell. Cryboy rushes at Jack Happy and immediately tries to pull him down for the Wrist Cutter. However, his tiny frame is unable to pull down the weight of Mr. Happy. Jack easily tosses him off and Cryboy is planted into the canvas after being tossed like a ragdoll.
Freddy Whoa: Nope. This is gonna be short and sweet.
Erin Robbins: Sarah's not going to be happy ...
Jack leans down, grabbing hold of Cryboy into a camel clutch position, grabbing both of his cheeks and pulling them apart into various weird faces. Cryboy is screaming like crazy.
Freddy Whoa: HAPPY ENDING!
Erin Robbins: Certainly not a happy ending for Cryboy!
Jack leans back, putting the full pressure of the hold on and Cryboy McEmo immediatey taps out. The bell rings as "Mr. Happy" hits the arena once again.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... MR. JACK HAPPY!!
Erin Robbins: That one was over before it even began.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, Cryboy just found himself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Can't believe Sarah made him compete ... actually, I definitely believe that.
Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits as Sarah walks out onto the stage. She does not look pleased whatsoever. She is holding a microphone in hand, shaking her head.
Sarah Twilight: First of all ... that pale little twit who just WASTED MY TIME no longer is employed by this company! You're fired ... get the fuck out of here!
Cryboy limps his way out of the ring, holding his back in agony as he cries in disbelief at being fired. Sarah stares at Jack Happy who is still a bit confused as to what is going on.
Sarah Twilight: I said that I was going to make examples out of this worthless roster ... and I am going to start with YOU!
Sarah drops the mic and it looks as though she is about to make her way down to the ring. However, the lights go completely dark as Jack Happy stands in the ring, unsure of what to expect ... or what Sarah even meant by her words.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh ... what is going on here?
Erin Robbins: I think Jack Happy is going to be made an example of. But we seem to be having some technical difficulties!
Freddy Whoa: Sarah Twilight is going to assault him in the dark? Whoa!
The lights come back on and Sarah is about four or five steps up the ramp, staring down at the ring. The crowd begins bustling like crazy as Jack Happy keeps his gaze upon Sarah and does not notice that someone is standing behind him now.
Erin Robbins: Wait a damn minute here ... THIS I would not have expected!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Jack finally turns around to come face to face with LILITH!!!! The former Television Champion kicks Jack right between the legs and laughs maniacally as he falls to the canvas clutching his groin. Sarah stands on the entrance ramp, arms folded ... no change in emotion at all as she watches the scene unfold.
Freddy Whoa: I .. I don't even get this at all!
Erin Robbins: Well this is certainly one way to get the right kind of attention around here!
Lilith begins to mercilessly STOMP on the face of Jack Happy with the heel of her boot. The crowd is BOOING like mad. Happy is kicked from the ring and discarded like trash as Lilith follows out after him. She hauls the resident clown to his feet and she BASHES his skull against the ringpost OVER and OVER again! A crimson mask replaces the former evil smiley face that he wore to the ring. Jack Happy is completely dazed and out of it. Lilith is far from finished.
Erin Robbins: You see, this is EXACTLY the kind of violence that Sarah wants to see. Someone apparently got the memo.
Freddy Whoa: But ... is Lilith even employed here? By the looks of things, I don't think that Sarah Twilight was expecting Lilith to assault Jack Happy. I believe she was going to do it herself.
Erin Robbins: If she's not employed here now ... this is a damn good way to GET employed.
Lilith drags Happy over near the Spanish announce table where he had enjoyed some time earlier ... ripping one of the monitors from the desk, she CRACKS him in the face with it. Jack Happy falls back and the crowd continues to boo. Sarah does not attempt to stop any of the carnage, she simply watches on without any form of emotion toward it one way or the other.
Freddy Whoa: Sarah doesn't seeem too bothered that Lilith is out here causing chaos.
Erin Robbins: Why should she be? This is the kind of thing she promotes. I for one, like it!
Lilith now proceeds to wrap the cord of the monitor around Jack's throat and begins to strangle him with it. Jack Happy's face begins to turn blue and then purple. To inflict even more pain she reaches down with her free hand and affixes her hand to his face, digging her long painted black nails into his flesh as if they were claws. Jack Happy writhes in pain and agony as he gasps for precious air. Some children in the crowd begin to cry.
Freddy Whoa: This is going way too far. Come on now ... Sarah has to stop this!
Erin Robbins: He's not breathing is he? Maybe she should stop it. But I am not going to question her decisions.
Instinctively, a few medical personnel rush out from the back. At this point, Sarah does take action by sending them away. This garners HUGE boos from the crowd. Lilith keeps her claw grip in tact for a long moment, digging into his face as she continues to strangle him with the cord. Finally, Jack goes limp ...and passes out. Finally, Lilith releases her grip. She stands over him, staring down as if admiring her work.
Freddy Whoa: This was completely uncalled for. Jack Happy assaulted by ... what is apparently a returning Lilith. Sarah Twilight is not allowing medical staff to treat him. This is disgusting.
Erin Robbins: Well Jack Happy was certainly made an example tonight. That's for sure. But I have a feeling he isn't going to take this all smiles.
Freddy Whoa: Lilith attacked him from behind ... whenever they meet face to face, that may be a different story.
Lilith makes her way up the ramp as now her eyes meet with Sarah Twilight's. The two women stare at each other and there is some serious tension in the air.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh ... maybe Sarah ISN'T happy that Lilith is out here.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think Sarah is EVER happy. This is nothing new.
After a few more long moments of staring between the two, Lilith just grins and waves at Sarah in a very feminine manner before disappearing backstage. Sarah stares a hole through her the entire way ... and doesn't say a word.
Freddy Whoa: I can't get a read on this situation. But one thing is for sure ... Sarah Twilight just continues to make enemies on the WCF roster. Jack Happy certainly added to that list. Though I have a feeling that Mr. Happy is going to have his own sights set on Lilith.
Erin Robbins: We've just picked up news that Bobby Cairo and Logan are in some sort of confrontation backstage.
Freddy Whoa: What are we waiting for?! Let's cut to that shit!
The jumbotron within the arena lights up revealing a feed backstage of Logan and Bobby Cairo standing in a hall way nearly face to face with one another. The two appear to be in the middle of a deep stare down.
Bobby Cairo: I liked that, Logan.
Bobby Cairo: I really did.
Logan: I'm glad.
Bobby Cairo: ...
The atmosphere is heavy and locked tight with tension. Neither man backs down, neither man blinks, a mere two inches separates their noses from touching, and their fists are both balled at their sides.
Bobby Cairo: But you shouldn't have done that.
Logan: Why not?
Bobby Cairo: Because I'm fuckin' Bobby Cairo.
The Face of Treachery nods, staring deep into Bobby's eyes.
Logan: And who the fuck do you think I am?
The pair shouts in one another's face. Finally this verbal engagement reaches its breaking point when Bobby Cairo shoves Logan forward into the wall and pushes into him with a right hand into Logan's jaw. Cairo keeps on, drilling rights into Logan's skull. Logan lowers his head and rams his shoulder into Cairo pushing him backwards and off his feet forcing the two onto the concrete floor.
Erin Robbins: Bobby and Logan are trying to kill each other!
The two scramble amongst the floor in a frenzy of fists. Security guards immediately appear coming from both sides of the hallway, rushing to the fight and separating the two. It takes all the six men have to hold back Bobby Cairo and Logan.
Bobby Cairo: YOU CAN'T HANDLE ME, LOGAN!
Logan and Cairo are escorted away in opposite directions.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus. Are these two even going to be able to focus on War?
Ana Valentine slinks through the backstage area, keeping her eyes peeled for any member of S-PAC that might be lurking about. She sneaks down a few hallways, keeping her head on a swivel the whole time. She is almost to the parking garage, when the lights in the hallway go out. She lets out a scream, and begins to run. Not far behind her is Scott Savage. He chases her for a few hundred feet, before getting his hands on her, and tossing her up against the side of a black SUV. He keeps her shoulders pinned against the passenger side door, as she kicks at his knee, and scrambles in another direction. She screams, as Scott catches up to her again, and throws her up against one of the production trucks.
Ana Valentine: Get off me you fucking psycho!
Scott Savage: You seriously thought you could fuck with me? You thought you could pull the wool over my eyes, hit me in the head with a pipe, and live to tell about it? You must be fairly stupid.
Ana spits in his right eye, before trying to get loose. This time he keeps a tight grip.
Scott Savage: Why did you have to go and throw all of it away? We could have burned this place to the ground together.
Ana Valentine: Why don't you go fu-
She is cut off, as Scott's hands wraps around her throat, and lifts her off the ground. He keeps her pinned against the eighteen wheeler, as she gasps for breath.
Scott Savage: You were my pet project. You could have been something amazing, powerful and beautiful. Instead you wandered back to the flock. You chose to pander to the crowd. You couldn't stand not hearing the cheers of those braying morons, could you? They booed you, and every day it ate away at you, because you're weak! You don't have what it takes to succeed, and thus, you must be destroyed. Sometimes natural selection needs a little push in the right direction, no?
She tries to spew insults, but all that comes out is breathless sputtering, as her face begins to turn purple. Her feet flail, about six inches off the ground.
Scott Savage: You have committed crimes against the sport of professional wrestling. You have become a parasite, leeching off the careers of those more talented than yourself. It stops now.
He squeezes a little tighter. For a moment, her eyes look like they might bulge out of her head. All at once, her body goes limp. As soon as it does, a steel chair comes from off screen, and knocks Scott to the ground. Ana falls to the pavement, as the camera backs up to reveal that John Barber is holding the chair. Scott runs back into the arena,: as John drops down to check on Ana. When he sees that she's not moving; he screams for a medic. He holds her head in his hands, as an EMT runs onto the scene. The announcers remain silent, as the medic check her vital signs, and yells for an ambulance. We fade out as a gurney rolls into the shot, and cut to a shot of the announce table. Both of the announcers struggle for words, speaking them in somber tones.
Freddy Whoa: Disgusting action by Scott Savage tonight. I just... I can't even find the words.
Erin Robbins: I'm not a fan of Ana Valentine, but this may have been a bit over the line. I'm not even sure what to say. Scott's been after her for weeks, and it looks like... it looks like he may have finally gotten what he wanted. Just unbelievable.
Gauntlet Tag Team Match
Freddy Whoa: Main event time!
Erin Robbins: Enjoy it while it lasts, Freddy, this is the last call for you.
Freddy Whoa: Sigh. Anyway, this is all up to chance. Which two teams will start off this five team gauntlet?
Erin Robbins: We've already seen a LOT of crazyness earlier in the show. Logan and Bobby Cairo brawling, S-PAC's antics with Ana Valentine, the members of Bravado getting attacked mysteriously... Armstrong and Caliban both with issues with Lionheart... so much crazyness.
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Logan's team starts the match!
Erin Robbins: But is he going to be able to concentrate?
The entrance begins with the song screaming out "BETWEEN THE SEASONS WE FIND ROOM" song goes crazy to get the fans amped and as it slows down Jordan walks out to the ramp singing his own theme song into the face of the fans and trying to get them hyped up. Around the 25 mark as the singer starts screaming again he faces the ring and bounces on the spot as the song starts to build to the chorus Jordan Caliban sprints at the ring diving in feet first kips up to his feet just in time to scream "COME ON!!!" as the song does. He then perches himself on the top rope to await the match beginning.
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. 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.
Freddy Whoa: Alright alright alright.. now who will the next team be?
“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system.
Erin Robbins: Odin's team! That means we're gonna get to see Night Rider and Oblivion go at it!
The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for the match to get underway.
The lights in the arena dims as the sounds of electricy crackling can be heard. Suddenly a bright flash of electricity strikes the center of the ramp entrance. Once the smoke clears, Deuce is standing there smirking towards the ring. 'Run Like Hell' by Pink Floyd jumps in and Deuce walks to the ring, reaching his arms out to give fans fives, both high and low, occasionally too slow. As he slides into the ring and stands center, lightning flashes from the four corners. Deuce pulls off his 'mythic' T-shirt and tosses it to the crowd then hops to a middle turnbuckle. He does a 'lookout' before he smirks and gives a finger-guns to a sign he finds clever. He hops down and waits for the bell.
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and runs right into the ring!
Freddy Whoa: HE'S TAKING THE FIGHT RIGHT TO OBLIVION!
Night Rider slides in and hits Oblivion with several rights and lefts, sending him reeling! Night Rider hits Oblivion with a huge Belly to Belly as Logan and Caliban begin to attack him. He ducks away from them however and Clotheslines them both out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: I've never seen Night Rider so fired up!
Freddy Whoa: After what Oblivion did to him, I don't blame him!
Night Rider turns his attention back to Oblivion. Oblivion is up and Night Rider throws him to the ropes and then hits a Powerslam into a pin.
No, Oblivion escapes it. Night Rider lifts him up and hits a karate chop, followed by a Snap Suplex. He waits for Oblivion to get to his feet..
Erin Robbins: What does Night Rider have in store?
Night Rider hits a HUGE Benchpress Slam!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT STRENGTH!
The fans roar as Night Rider goes down to pin Oblivion again, but Oblivion quickly rolls away and tags in Caliban. Caliban Springboards over the top rope and hits a Missile Dropkick. Night Rider goes down, stumbles back up, and goes to tag in Deuce Maximus.
Erin Robbins: Tag-
...No, Deuce drops down and refuses to accept the tag! The fans begin to boo as Night Rider looks at him questioningly, not sure why Deuce would do this. Deuce simply shakes his head, his face seemingly not the same Deuce Maximus we've grown to know and love.
Freddy Whoa: Come on. I don't get this!
In the meantime, Caliban grapples Night Rider from behind. Night Rider elbows him, switches behind and then hits a Bulldog. Night Rider then attempts to tag Odin Balfore... who ALSO declines.
Erin Robbins: Even I've got to feel a little bad for Odin here. What is going on?
Freddy Whoa: His teammates have abandoned him!
Night Rider shakes his head and slides out of the ring. You may think he's going to attack Odin... but instead he grabs a chair and slides back in!
Erin Robbins: That's right! No disqualifications. Night Rider isn't giving up, he's taking the fight to his opponents, three on one!
Night Rider takes a swing at Caliban but Caliban ducks it. Night Rider turns and Caliban Dropsaults it right into his face!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
This sends Night Rider stumbling back, but he doesn't go down. Caliban then follows up with an amazing Cyclone DDT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! AGAIN!
Caliban quickly pins Night Rider.
NO! Night Rider kicks out!
Erin Robbins: I don't believe he's still fighting!
Freddy Whoa: This is a gauntlet match and Night Rider is fighting by himself, Erin... its only a matter of time, he can't withstand these odds.
Indeed, Caliban is up top...
Erin Robbins: CALIBOOM! Caliban hits it!
He pins Night Rider, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Anndd there you have it. The unlikely team of Obi, Caliban and Logan gets the win in this first round.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider didn't lose this, though... Odin Balfore and Deuce Maximus lost it FOR him.
Freddy Whoa: And we saw Night Rider really take it to Oblivion, and he definitely got the upper hand on him! So what happens when they fight each other at War?
As Night Rider rolls out, a violin is playing...
Erin Robbins: HERE COMES THE WORLD CHAMPION! HERE COMES NATHAN VON LIEBERT AND BRAVADO!
Caliban is standing in the ring, facing the entryway... when all three members of Bravado in this match show up behind him! Nathan spins him around-
Freddy Whoa: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!?
No!, Caliban ducks it and hits another Dropsault, sending the World Champion flying out of the ring! Steeltoe Joe and Jonathan Jakobs are quickly to attack, though, pounding away at Caliban. They hit a Double Suplex before Caliban is able to roll away and tag in Logan.
Erin Robbins: Ugh. Aanndd here comes my least favorite wrestler of all time.
The fans are ready, though, as Logan steps into the ring. Joe runs at him and goes for a Big Boot, which Logan ducks, keeps running, and Clotheslines Jonathan Jakobs out of the ring! Joe turns and is met with a kick to the gut by Logan, followed by a Brainbuster attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Brainbuster on Steeltoe Joe!? Can he hit it!?
He can!, Logan gets Joe up!... but Joe is able to shift his weight and land behind Logan now. Logan turns and Joe Scoop Slams him. Logan hits his back, stumbles up, and gets Irish Whipped by Joe. As Logan comes back Joe hits a Flapjack!
Erin Robbins: Lots of reversals there but in the end Bravado comes up on top, as they always do.
Logan rolls away and tags in Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion vs Steeltoe Joe! Let's do this!
Oblivion climbs into the ring. The fans begin cheering and the matchup... "LET'S GO OBLIVION!" "STEEL-TOE-JOE!"
Erin Robbins: Most times the fans don't like these guys, but you can tell they want to see 'em fight!
Oblivion and Joe start trading blows! Rights and lefts, rights and lefts, neither man giving an inch for several moments!... eventually Joe's strength prevails and he starts pushing Oblivion back, into the ropes. He throws Oblivion across the ring, IT bounces back...
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR! SPEAR by Steeltoe Joe!
Joe drops down and pins Oblivion.
No!, Oblivion kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Close!, but no cigar for the former People's Champion.
Joe then drops a leg with a huge Leg Drop on Obi before tagging Jonathan Jakobs into the match. Jakobs climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: More high risk...
Erin Robbins: NO! Obi escapes it!
Oblivion rolls away and tags in Jordan Caliban! Caliban once again Springboards into the match, this time dropping Jakobs with a Hurricanrana into pinfall attempt!
No!, Jakobs escapes it. Both men get to their feet and Caliban lifts Jakobs into an Electric Chair, going for the World's Scariest Piledriver, but Jakobs escapes that and follows up by hitting a Skull Crushing Finale!
Freddy Whoa: Bravado has it! If Jakobs can make the pin!
And Jakobs can!
No! Caliban gets the shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: In his short time here Jordan Caliban has really shown who he is, I'll give him that. He defeated Eric Price, and now he's hanging with the best of 'em.
Jakobs lifts Caliban up and then right back down... with a Burning Hammer!
Freddy Whoa: What a move!
Jakobs then tags in Nathan von Liebert.
Erin Robbins: And here comes your World Champion, Freddy. The one and only, Nathan von Liebert.
Freddy Whoa: How you, as a woman, can support him, is beyond me.
Nathan comes into the ring, grinning, slapping Caliban around a bit, and laughing. Nathan lifts Caliban up...
Erin Robbins: I can tell, he's gonna end Caliban now. Straight Jacket Drop time.
Nathan goes for it.. but again it is reversed, Caliban landing behind...
Freddy Whoa: CRACK A SMILE!
CALIBAN HITS IT! He then dives, makes the tag to Oblivion, who is perched on the top rope..
Erin Robbins: OBISAULT! What!? I can't believe this!
Oblivion lands on top of Nathan von Liebert!
Caliban and Logan stop the rest of Bravado from interfering!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: What?!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion just pinned the World Champ!
Oblivion stands up, victorious.
Erin Robbins: What a fluke. Whatever. Enjoy it while you can, Oblivion, because at War, that ain't happenin'.
Freddy Whoa: This unlikely team has made it past two other teams... who is next!?
Nathan rolls out of the ring as Joe and Jakobs join him, helping the clearly dazed World Champion stay upright.
Trivium's Brave the Storm hits.
Erin Robbins: Time for the return of Jon Michaels!
Jon Michaels, Seifer Black Armstrong, and Cormack MacNeill all run out from the back. They slide in and begin brawling with the other team immediately!
Freddy Whoa: This rookie team not wasting any time!
Erin Robbins: Rookies? These guys aren't rookies by any means, Freddy.
Jon Michaels goes straight for Jordan Caliban, Armstrong brawls with Oblivion, and MacNeill brawls with Logan. MacNeill is able to Clothesline Logan out of the ring, but MacNeill goes flying out with him. Armstrong hits a stiff spinning backhand to Oblivion's jaw.
Freddy Whoa: OUCH!
This sends Oblivion sprawling over the top and to the outside of the ring. Oblivion stumbles up... and Armstrong hits a Suicide Dive onto him!
Erin Robbins: These guys are really coming into this with a head of steam!
This leaves Caliban and Michaels in the ring. Michaels stomps at Caliban repeatedly before backing off and letting Caliban work his way up. Once Caliban is to his knees...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Snap DDT!
Michaels goes to pin Caliban.
NO! Caliban kicks out!
Erin Robbins: So much heart shown by all these guys! Maybe Bravado wants to do some recruiting sometime soon.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah right.
Michaels lifts Caliban up and goes for a German Suplex!, but Caliban lands on his feet!
Erin Robbins: What athleticism!
Caliban locks Michaels into a Full Nelson and hits a Suplex!, keeps it locked.... and hits a German Suplex too!
Freddy Whoa: We've seen this before... he's going for three!
But Michaels has it scouted. He fights and switches behind Caliban, spins him around...
Erin Robbins: TYRANT BUSTER!
He hits the Tyrant Buster! The referee drops to count.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Armstrong, MacNeill and Michaels move on! And "King" Jon Michaels did what he said he'd do and went right after Jordan Caliban!
Oblivion, outside the ring, begins heading to the back, knowing he's lost the battle... but War is next week. Logan was in the ring, ready to break up the pin and save the match for his team.
Erin Robbins: AND HERE COMES BOBBY CAIRO!
Freddy Whoa: He's going straight for Logan!
Amongst the cluster of bodies in the ring, Logan manages to pick up on Bobby coming. Bobby Cairo slides into the ring, pops to his feet, and him and Logan start exchanging blows! Bobby gains the upperhand, nailing right after right into Logan forcing him back into the ropes where Bobby Cairo finishes off the fury of rights with a closeline flipping Logan's entire body over the top rope and causing him to spill outside the ring.
Erin Robbins: Bobby Cairo has exploded on Logan!
Bobby Cairo drops down and slides out of the ring after Logan. Logan is back on his feet, kicking Bobby Cairo in the stomach and irish whipping him into the guardrail - NO! Bobby Cairo reverses the irish whip, pulls Logan into him and hits SECURITY BREACH!
Freddy Whoa: THIS IS MADNESS! WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Cairo just leveled Logan with a Security Breach on the outside of the ring. Logan looks like he's out cold.
Freddy Whoa: But this match is continuing! And Erin, we've got one team left....
Erin Robbins: Oh, great. S-PAC.
Michaels, MacNeill, and Armstrong are standing in the ring with solidarity, ignoring the Logan/Cairo drama as Hollywood Babylon by The Misfits hits. Scott Savage comes out and Benjamin Atreyu, John Gable, and Waylon Cash step out from the back, looking as cocky as ever.
Freddy Whoa: I don't like these guys, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Finally, something we can agree on!
Without waiting, all three S-PAC members slide in and once again an all out brawl breaks out! Gable pairs up with Armstrong, Michaels with Cash, and Atreyu with MacNeill.
Freddy Whoa: S-PAC has consistently disrespected this company, be it WCF or EPPW, and I hope these guys take them to task for it!
And the non-S-PAC team gets the advantage! Michaels is able to hit Cash with a few stiff kicks followed by a Michinoku Driver. Michaels then joins Armstrong in brawling with Gable, and then two of them throw him to the ropes and hit a double Flapjack.
Erin Robbins: I don't belive they're getting the best of S-PAC!
This leaves MacNeill and Atreyu brawling. Atreyu hits him with several elbow strikes but Armstrong and Michaels quickly stop that momentum, hit him with several strikes, which allow MacNeill to lift him up with a Vertical Suplex! MacNeill goes for a pin.
No! Atreyu kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Michaels and Armstrong are climbing onto the apron now, and it looks like we're actually getting some order restored here. At least temporarily.
MacNeill lifts Atreyu up and irish whips him to the ropes, follows up with a Backdrop. He then hits a running knee drop.
Erin Robbins: Cormack is really on fire here tonight, I'd say.
He lifts Atreyu up and backs up...
Freddy Whoa: He's going to finish Atreyu off here!
MacNeill goes for his Clothesline From Hell style Glasgow Express!, but Atreyu ducks it and hits him with a Spinning Elbow!
Erin Robbins: BLACK EYE SONATA!
Atreyu quickly tags in Gable as MacNeill flies into his corner and tags in Armstrong.
Freddy Whoa: Two fresh guys in the ring now, here we go.
The two men go to tie up... but Gable pokes Armstrong in the eyes. The fans boo and Gable just laughs as he puts Armstrong in a Headlock. Armstrong pushes Gable off, then grapples him...
Erin Robbins: Dragon Suplex! And a pin!
No!, Waylon Cash breaks it up.
Freddy Whoa: Waylon Cash is a former World Champion and a former War entrant. He hasn't won War, but if anyone has the tools to do it, it is this man. And I hate to say that.
Both Armstrong and Gable work their way to their feet, Armstrong a bit faster. Gable throws a wild Clothesline which Armstrong ducks and hits a Reverse DDT.
Erin Robbins: I don't think S-PAC were expecting this team to work as well together as they have, Freddy. Not to mention that a Gauntlet match like this is hard to prepare for, but Armstrong and co. have caught S-PAC by surprise.
Armstrong tags in Michaels. Michaels quickly hits both members of S-PAC on the apron, knocking them off, then puts Gable into a Royal Cravate!
Freddy Whoa: SUBMISSION APPLIED! That's his move, Erin, these guys have won it!
But Michaels forgot about Savage. Scott Savage is close enough that he's able to BLAST Michaels in the face with his fist...
Erin Robbins: Hey... he was wearing a pair of brass knuckles!
The fans boo as Gable escapes the submission hold and tags in Waylon Cash. Michaels appears to be out as Cash stalks him, lifts him up...
Freddy Whoa: KILLSHOT. There it is. The REAL kill shot was the iron knuckles from Savage, but Cash's Butterfly Brainbuster has added insult to injury here.
Cash pins Michaels, hooking the leg.
MacNeill and Armstrong enter the ring.
They're intercepted by S-PAC!
Erin Robbins: Like it or not, S-PAC wins this gauntlet tag team match!
Freddy Whoa: Aanndd S-PAC gains quite a bit of momentum going into War, I'd say. God help us all.
Hollywood Babylon plays once again as Scott Savage enters the ring and raises the arm of Waylon Cash. S-PAC quickly clears the ring of their opponents as all four members, Savage included, climb a turnbuckle and raise their arms in the air, the fans booing like crazy.
Freddy Whoa: Well welcome back to Slam and we have our new Sarah Twilight already in the ring as she is ready to confront the Masked Man!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new owner of WCF and one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions … SARAH TWILIGHT!
Crowd boos loudly
Sarah Twilight: Alright. I am not going to deal with this bullshit. The masked piece of shit isn't going to run around doing as he pleases on my watch. Now get your ass out here ... or I'll go back and FIND YOU!
Erin Robbins: And our new owner getting right to business calling out the Masked Man! This is leadership by example, real leadership!
Freddy Whoa: Yet no one is coming down the ramp.
Sarah Twilight: Look, I don’t have patience for this. Either you come down to this ring or I will get you myself!
Sarah waits along with the crowd expecting someone to come out from behind the entrance curtain but as ten and fifteen seconds go by, Sarah gets tired of waiting.
Sarah Twilight: THAT’S IT!
As soon as Sarah utters those words, the titantron screen starts flashing static. As Sarah notices this, she stops and stands in the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What is this now?
The screen continues to flash static a bit as finally the words “The Only One” appear on screen much to Sarah and the crowd’s confusion. Then all of a sudden, a song starts playing. The lyrics unknown to everyone in attendance.
Bind … my limbs with fear
You’ve been here before
Erin Robbins: What is this all about?
The words “The Only One” on screen are crossed out now.
You will never be strong enough
The crossed out words are now replaced with “You Know My Name” as the Masked Man steps out onto the stage with a steel chair in hand as the crowd and Sarah look on intrigued. The music, the song being “Lies (Remix)” by Evanescence continues to play in the background.
Somebody tell me what made us all believe you
At this moment, the Masked Man takes off his mask and reveals himself to be Eric Price! As soon as he does, the crowd gives a mixed reaction, mostly cheers along with a few boos interspersed.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Erin Robbins: I knew it! I knew it was him! That son of a bitch attacking our dear leader!
Now, I know the truth
Eric Price starts slowly walking toward the ring as Sarah just stares a hole through him angrier than ever. As Eric starts walking down the ramp, he points to Sarah to turn around and as she does, another Masked Man, the Masked Man of old jumps off from the top rope and gives Sarah a clothesline knocking her down as the song continues. Eric then makes his way toward the ring and steps in as the crowd is cheering at all of these proceedings, showing their hatred for Sarah.
Erin Robbins: And … wait a minute … two masked men?
Freddy Whoa: I think Eric was just donning the disguise for tonight but the real Masked Man remains unknown.
Erin Robbins: They’ve been at odds for months and now they’re helping each other?
As Sarah is slowly making her way up, Eric steps into the ring and takes the steel chair and hits Sarah in the stomach with it! Then he hits her in the back with it knocking her down to the canvas where she is clearly in pain! He then hits her once more with the steel chair in the back for good measure! He just looks at the Masked Man as the Masked Man looks back at Eric, both men simply stare at each other as the Masked Man walks away, Eric asks for a microphone.
Erin Robbins: This is uncalled for and this is ridiculous, Eric Price is fired and he’s assaulted our owner! Where’s security? Where’s the police? Someone call 9-1-1!
Freddy Whoa: Why don’t you step into the ring Erin and protect your dear leader?
Erin Robbins: Don’t be ridiculous Freddy!
Eric takes the microphone and crouches down as the melody stops playing in the background. He then looks at the ring on his finger and takes it off and surveys it as he begins to speak.
Eric Price: Hey Sarah … I’m back!
Crowd cheers loudly.
Eric Price: Oh and by the way … I’ll see you next week at War!
Eric takes the ring and throws it down at Sarah as he raises his hands in victory as the crowd cheers him on and he steps out of the ring slapping hands with the fans as “Lies (Remix)” by Evanescence starts playing again as it did earlier.
Erin Robbins: So Eric Price is going to be at War? This is ridiculous, what the hell is he talking about?
Freddy Whoa: Huge news, one week ago fired from what was his company after giving it away to Sarah Twilight and now he’s back and promises to be at War next week.
Erin Robbins: He must mean he’s going to buy a ticket to watch the event live because as a competitor, never!
Freddy Whoa: No, I think he meant as a competitor. But we’ll have to wait and see … one week away from War and Sarah Twilight laid out in the ring, could this be the sight one week from tonight, tune in to War, live on pay-per-view. Plus, the return of Zach Davis and the one night return of Shannan Lerch to commentary!
Erin Robbins: Don’t remind me! But that bitch isn’t taking my job!
Eric Price continues slapping hands with the fans as Sarah slowly starts getting up from the chair shots ever angrier than ever. Eric notices this and blows a kiss in her direction much to her chagrin!
Freddy Whoa: And Eric Price really taking it to Sarah Twilight here tonight! Will we see this at War in one week, with the World Title on the line, it will be interesting.
Erin Robbins: Well Freddy... this is it. One week from today.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly, Bobby Cairo, Logan, Gravedigger.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight, Eric Price.... and the original Masked Man.
Freddy Whoa: Whatever other mystery guys decide they plan on appearing!
Erin Robbins: Jordan Caliban. FPV. Waylon Cash. Oblivion. John Barber. Jonathan Jakobs.
Freddy Whoa: Let's be honest, Erin, the list goes on and on.... what a War this is going to be. This is anyone's matchup, the ultimate chance to prove yourself and establish yourself as a WCF legend. The War match is what separates the boys from the men... and we're one week away.
Erin Robbins: Nathan von Liebert puts the World Title on the line, every WCF star competes against every other... but only one man can come out on top.
Freddy Whoa: We'll see you then, fans. I can't wait.
Slam fades to black.