Cut to backstage. Sarah Twilight is walking around in her office, when there is a knock on the door. She looks up at the door, grunts, and opens it. It is a small, deliver boy.
Boy: Sa-Er Ms. Twilight, I have a delivery for you...
Sarah Twilight: I don't care. Go away.
Boy: But...ma'am...I have to deliver it or I lose my job.
Sarah Twilight: Its better than you getting slammed through my desk, isn't it?
Boy: *cartoony GULP*
Sarah Twilight: Whatever, give it here.
He hands her the package and runs away. It is a tape and a bag of popcorn. She reads the tape, it says "Play Me and enjoy this popcorn." She shrugs and puts the tape in, and takes a bite of the popcorn. The video, however reveals something disturbing. Its the bag of popcorn that Sarah has started eating, the butter being poured on it. As the butter pouring comes to a strange halt, and it looks like someone is shaking it off, it zooms out to show Jeff Purse standing over it, zipping up his pants. The crowd begins to laugh...Sarah, however, does not. She looks down at the popcorn, and drops it, gagging. Jeff, on the tape, gets really close to the screen.
Jeff Purse: Eat it up, Twilight.
“Change” by Deftones hits the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing as Gravedigger walks out from the back alone. He looks out at the crowd, smirking, as he walks down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Oh man, what is he doing out here?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know, but he already has MY attention!
Gravedigger reaches the ringside area and walks up the ring steps and ducks between the top and middle ropes. He walks across the ring, but stops, grinning out at the crowd. They rain boos down upon him even louder, causing him to chuckle. He walks all the way across the ring and asks for a microphone which is handed to him. He turns towards one of the cameras and lifts the mic up to speak.
Gravedigger: Such a wonderful welcome from you scum-sucking leeches.
The crowd boos loudly again. Chants of “Asshole” start coming from the crowd. Gravedigger chuckles again.
Gravedigger: You’d think after all these years you’d all realize that I don’t care about you. I’m not even out here right now to talk about you. I’m out here to talk about one of the most pathetic active wrestlers on the WCF roster today: Jay Price.
The crowd pops at his name, causing Gravedigger to roll his eyes.
Gravedigger: Why would you cheer him? He’s one step, one slip up from becoming a jobber because as we’ve seen recently, that’s the only people he can beat. As a matter of fact, I’ve queued up a couple of clips with the guys in production to highlight just how pathetic Jay Price has been over the last year or so.
Gravedigger lowers the mic as the screen lights up. It’s the clip from last year’s Aftermath PPV. The triple threat match between Sarah Twilight, Jonny Fly, and Jay Price for Jay’s World title. Jay is locked in the My Supremacy submission hold of Jonny Fly and taps out. Back in the ring, Gravedigger is grinning.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! That’s a year and a half ago! Not in the last year.
Erin Robbins: He did say the last year OR SO.
Gravedigger: I know Jay hates hearing it, but how pathetic is it to lose the biggest belt in our sport 2 weeks after originally winning it? Did he even come back from that loss and improve? NOPE. He vanished from WCF action for MONTHS afterwards and hey who could blame him? Let’s look at another clip though.
The next clip to play on the big screen is from the most recent One PPV. The clip shows Torture hitting his finisher Torture’s Device on Jay and pinning him. Gravedigger laughs as the crowd boos.
Gravedigger: Oh, poor Jay. He comes back to WCF after that humiliating World title loss to take on one of the guys he has hated and one of the guys whose shadow he was in for so long and loses to the guy. You almost have to feel sorry for the guy, but not me. I’m just laughing at how pathetic he is. Ok so, I have one more cli---
Gravedigger is interrupted as more footage starts playing. He looks curiously up at the screen as footage from 2010’s One PPV. It’s Gravedigger hitting Jay Price with the third Death Driver and pinning him in his own hometown. Gravedigger is nearly dying with laughter as the crowd boos even louder.
Zach Davis: Oh COME ON! That’s nowhere near being a recent clip.
Erin Robbins: Did you not see the look on Gravedigger’s face when it started playing, obviously this was a mistake in the back.
Zach Davis: Oh please, we both know this was planned.
Gravedigger: Oh man, how did that get in there?! Jay Price los---
Gravedigger is interrupted again, this time by "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne. The crowd goes nuts and Gravedigger looks annoyed as he turns his attention to the ramp. Jay Price walks out quickly from the back, down the ramp, and walks around ringside staring a hole through Gravedigger. Jay takes a mic from one of the ringside attendants and rolls into the ring, standing up and getting just inches away from Gravedigger as he lifts the mic to speak.
Jay Price: Real cute Digger, getting a few cheap shots in by showing those little videos, trying to refresh everyone's memories of how I've fallen off as of late. Maybe now we should take a look back at everything you've done as of late. Maybe we should queue up some of the Vintage Gravedigger stuff.
Price lowers his microphone and looks toward the jumbotron. Minutes pass as nothing plays.
Jay Price: Wow, truly compelling stuff there Digger. You just simply took my breath away with all of those classic moments.
Price turns back to Gravedigger and walks over to him until they are once again nose to nose.
Jay Price: All those little clips you just showed? That was real cute and all Digger, but while all you saw was me failing, I saw me doing something that you haven't been able to do in years: Mattering. How long's it been since you were in the spotlight? Not standing behind someone, riding their coat tails, but actually doing something on your own that had people remembering you name? People like you talk nonstop trash about my sixteen days as World Champion but, unlike you, I actually have what it takes to prosper when real competition is around. I pinned Jonny Fly when he was making everyone in WCF look like a jobber and he sure as hell would have done the same to you Diggles.
Gravedigger starts to raise his microphone when Price cuts him off.
Jay Price: No, you've done enough talking already. Two weeks ago you were spouting out the same bullshit you are tonight and I'm starting to think that maybe you need a reminder as to just who the fuck it is that I am. So what do you say, Hector? You're such a fan of history lessons, what's say I take you on a trip back in time and pin your ass one more time. Hell, I'll even let you have your pick of match.
Gravedigger smirks at Jay as he lifts the mic again to speak.
Gravedigger: MY CHOOSING? So you’re asking me to pick any type of match I want. I get to pick how to embarrass you and make you look bad again. Man, there’s so many choices. We could do a submission match and I could make you tap out like a bitch.
The crowd boos and Jay clenches his fist.
Gravedigger: There’s a cage match where I could grind your ugly face like a cheese grater. Hmm, a Buried Alive match where I could just effectively end your career…well, some would say it’s already ended actually.
Even louder boos and Jay looks like he’s ready to unload on Gravedigger, who smirks again.
Gravedigger: You know what though? I’m kinda feeling a little bit old school in the later years of my career. I’m feeling nostalgic so how about we actually go a little old school here and do just a traditional hardcore match? Hell, why not get the people involved and do a Fans Bring the Weapons match?
The crowd pops and Jay Price nods as he responds.
Jay Price: You want me in a ring with weapons at my disposal? Well, not to sound cliche, but it's your funeral. I accept.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I don’t think any of that is going to happen, but what IS going to happen is that I’m going to tell you that I’m disappointed in you Jay Price. I’m disappointed in you because I figured you would have learned by now not to come down here to meet me alone. Yeah, you might see me right now, by myself, but you’ve known me long enough to know that’s not always true.
As Gravedigger says that last sentence, Adrian and two other members of MS-13 jump the railing from the crowd and go to different sides of the ring. Gravedigger chuckles as he lowers the mic. Jay takes a step back and looks each direction, keeping an eye on the MS-13 members outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! This isn’t fair!
Suddenly Jay Price shrugs, leaps forward and decks Gravedigger. He catches Gravedigger off guard and starts pounding away at him as the MS-13 members slide into the ring. Jay clotheslines one of them over the ropes as he stands up and starts brawling with the other two, holding his own. Gravedigger stands up and walks over, nailing Jay Price from behind with a forearm and the numbers game starts catching up with Jay as the other member of MS-13 slides back into the ring, causing a 4-on-1 mugging.
The crowd pops loudly as Odin Balfore and Bobby Cairo run out from the back.
Zach Davis: It’s The Thickness!!
Erin Robbins: What the hell are they doing out here?! This is none of their business!
Zach Davis: Well, Jay Price did become an official Thickness member last week.
Gravedigger wisely bails out of the ring as Bobby slides under the bottom rope. Odin pulls himself up onto the apron, steps over the top rope and hits the nearest MS-13 member with Mark of Odin. Bobby Cairo hits the other member with Security Breach. Adrian quickly turns and tries to bail out of the ring with Gravedigger but Odin grabs him, slings him across the ring and together with Bobby, hits the Midnight Poon Run, completely taking him out.
The crowd pops as Gravedigger stands at the bottom of the ramp, pissed off. Bobby leans over the ropes, telling Gravedigger to get back in the ring. Jay slowly stands up and all three members of The Thickness are staring out at Gravedigger who smirks as he slowly walks up the ramp backwards. Slam goes to commercial.
The lights go out; Havok’s music plays. As the vocals begin a spotlight appears up in the stands, and Havok makes his way to the ring by spotlight only, the crowd booing him heavily. Havok gets in the ring and the lights come up and he is ready for action.
Kyle Steel: The following is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from parts unknown, he is HAVOK!
“Oops, I Did It Again” by Britney Spears starts to play, and out steps Jack Happy, burrito in hand as he makes his way down the ramp. The crowd pops huge for the man as he finishes his snack and climbs into the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, he is MISTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR JACK HAPPY!
Zach Davis: Well, this is one way to start off our show, isn’t it Er-
Kyle Steel: JACK HAPPY!
Erin Robbins: I suppose so, but please tell me he did NOT just do the Ken Anderson entrance thing! I do NOT want this company getting sued!
Zach Davis: Don’t worry, he didn’t… Did he?
Erin Robbins: Sadly enough, Zach, I’m pretty sure he just did.
"I Came To Play" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion. He then slowly makes his way down to ringside before rolling under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his leather vest off and waiting on the start of the match.
Kyle Steel: And the opponent, originally from Crawley, England, he is “The Lone Wolf”, CHASE MIIIIIICHAELS!
Zach Davis: Now this is going to be an interesting match.
Erin Robbins: Yes, it will; watching this burrito-loving imbecile get the shit beat out of him is worth the price of the show every time.
Zach Davis: Uh, Erin… We’re the announcers. We get PAID to watch it.
Erin Robbins: Don’t you think I know that, Zachary?
Zach Davis: It’s Zach.
Erin Robbins: Zachariah.
Zach Davis: ZACH!
Erin Robbins: No, I’m Erin. Good try, though.
< DING-DING-DING! >
The sound of the ring bell fades out, and Havok goes right on the attack, downing, or rather, attempting to knock Jack Happy to the ground with a dropkick, but Happy merely stumbles slightly and keeps his footing, allowing for Chase Michaels to capitalize on his momentarily stunned state with a double-knee backbreaker. Happy falls to the mat, and Michaels rolls off of him, just in time for Havok, who hits him with a running DDT. Havok pins Michaels.
Kickout by Michaels, and Havok quickly rolls to pin Happy, only to find him already on his back and pushing himself to his knees. Happy grabs Havok and puts him in a sleeper hold, pulling him up to his feet as he gets to his own, keeping it locked in, Havok fighting it all the way. Michaels gets to his feet, and swings with a kick to the gut of Havok before swinging a kick to the back of the leg of Happy, causing him to release the hold.
Zach Davis: Fairly even matchup so far, good amount of action, don’t you think.
Erin Robbins: None of these guys is going to make it to stardom. Not enough dominance… Where’s Sarah when you need her?
Zach Davis: Oh, not this bit again…
Michaels grabs Havok and sends him into the ropes; on the rebound, he tries to hit him with a spinning spinebuster, but ends up planting him with just a kneeling spinebuster after a chop to the ribs from Havok in mid-move. As he gets back up, Jack Happy loads, aims, and hits Michaels with the Clown Kick! He pins.
Michaels kicks out, and Happy slowly gets to his feet, only for Havok to hit him from behind with another kick to the back of the leg, right where Michaels had earlier, and Happy stumbles forward. Havok hits him with a strong elbow to the back of the head, and Happy falls to the mat. Havok rolls him over and goes to pin him.
Kickout by Jack Happy!
Erin Robbins: If Sarah Twilight were here, she’d have won the match by now. This is pathetic.
Zach Davis: No… No!!! STOP!!!
Havok gets to his feet, and grabs Chase Michaels, aiming for a fireman’s carry, but Michaels gets out of it and rolls Havok up.
Before Michaels can get up, Happy kicks him in the head... and locks in the Happy Ending!
Erin Robbins: HAPPY ENDING LOCKED IN!
After a few moments Michaels is forced to submit!
Zach Davis: Mr. Jack Happy picks up the win here tonight! Goodness.
Happy gets to his feet and demands a burrito from Kyle Steel.
We see a shot of Jeff's popcorn cart. Standing at it is WCF staff interviewer, Hank Brown. He is looking around, wondering where Jeff is, when Sarah Twilight comes up from behind him and spins him around.
Sarah Twilight: Where the HELL is Jeff Purse!?
Hank Brown: I don't know, I was wondering that myself. I want some popcorn.
Sarah looks at him for a second.
Sarah Twilight: Here.
She gives him the popcorn that she had previously, the one that Jeff peed in.
Hank Brown: Gee, THANKS!
He takes it and begins munching on it, loudly. Sarah looks grossed out, she turns to leave, but just then gets in the face with a bucket of butter, followed by a super kick from the only, Jeff Purse. Sarah falls back into the cart, Jeff throws the bucket at her, gives a head nod to Hank Brown who is standing there, watching, and runs off.
"You’re going down" by the Sick Puppies starts playing as Mason and Kid Young step out into the arena followed by Dr. Steven Smith, Sly Young and Billy Ray Young. They high five each other and start towards the ring. The fans are booing as well as throwing trash at them. They stop half way and give the Illuminati sign. They start towards the ring again and slide in ready for action.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall … introducing first from Abelene, Texas and Merkel, Texas respectively, at a combined weight of 515 lbs., they are Kid Young and Mason Young.
Zach Davis: And tonight we witness the debut of the Young Militia!
Erin Robbins: Let’s see what they bring to the table as “Lil’ Moose” Mason Young and Kid Michael Young are set to compete tonight.
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and “Step up” by Drowning pool blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy!
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 408 lbs. they are the team of Chelsea and Seifer Black Armstrong!
Running down the ramp Seifer and Chelsea claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to Chelsea before taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Step up by Drowning pool fades out.
Crowd: Let’s go Seifer! Let’s go Seifer! Let’s go Seifer!
Zach Davis: And we start with Seifer and Mason Young in the ring as Mason has a huge smirk on his face and Seifer looks at him disapprovingly. The referee rings the bell and this match is underway! As Seifer and Mason Young come to the center of the ring they get right in each other’s faces.
Erin Robbins: And Mason steps back for a second as if to give a reprieve but, oh no. A slap right to the face of Seifer as Mason now smiles. And now he looks at the audience and simply starts yelling at them.
Zach Davis: Seifer not up for any of Mason’s antics here tonight as he quickly attacks Mason from behind with a backbreaker. Mason down and cover.
Zach Davis: And a kickout. Barely counted one here as Seifer was looking to end this match as quickly as possible. Seifer looking to put Mason in a hold here but wait, small package, rollup!
Zach Davis: And a kickout just in the nick of time. Mason also looking to end the matchup quickly here tonight. Mason gets up and decides to tag in his partner Kid Young as Seifer is still regaining his composure here. Tag is made and Kid Young gets on the top rope waiting for Seifer to turn around here. Seifer has turned and Kid Young makes the jump and a clothesline from the air.
Erin Robbins: Wow, and Seifer is down here as Kid Young has started in this match with a bang. Kid Young goes for a cover as well.
Zach Davis: And a kickout. These men are definitely looking for an early victory here tonight, looking to make an impact in their debut match. But only one team will prevail here tonight. Seifer trying to recover and get back to his corner but Kid Young says no as he starts stomping on Seifer repeatedly here, really trying to wear him down here. And Kid Young goes in now for a headlock on Seifer. This is considered a submission maneuver. And Seifer trying to hang on here.
Erin Robbins: Looks like he’s fading here Zach. The referee doing his job here and checking Seifer’s arm to see if he’s still in this; raises it and yes, a clenched fist as Seifer fights on. And Seifer now trying to roll his way out of this headlock as Kid Young only locks it in even tighter. Seifer trying to inch himself closer to the bottom rope. He’s almost there, just a fingertip away and he’s got it!
Zach Davis: And the referee informing Kid Young of this. The referee counts 1 and Kid Young removes the hold as Seifer is still holding that rope recovering from the headlock. Mason now insisting to be tagged in, he wants in this match. Not surprising as he can take on Seifer in this condition. But Seifer is inching closer to his corner here as well and he needs to make a tag. Kid Young goes to his corner and tags in Mason as Mason runs toward Seifer but Seifer makes a tag to Chelsea Black Armstrong! And Chelsea is now in this match up.
Erin Robbins: And looks like Chelsea is ready to fight as she quickly grabs Mason’s arm and throws him toward the ropes and Chelsea goes to the opposite side to meet Mason with a clothesline here.
Zach Davis: And she hit it. Mason is down here but he quickly recovers as Chelsea meets him with another clothesline. Mason gets up again and another clothesline. Mason is down now. Chelsea goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: And another kickout by Mason. Chelsea definitely not going to tolerate any trash talking tonight as she’s all business and trying to make her name known here in WCF! Chelsea bringing Mason up here but Mason reverses it and bam, a suplex on Chelsea. Chelsea on the ropes so Mason slides her in here and begins to stomp on her repeatedly wearing her down.
Erin Robbins: Mason grabbing Chelsea’s legs here and looks like he’s going to try to go for a submission move here but Chelsea is fighting him. Mason responds with a kick to the gut of Chelsea. And he’s trying but no, no submission locked in!
Chelsea grabs Mason by the neck and applies a sleeper hold!
Zach Davis: And here we go, a sleeper hold … firmly locked in on Mason Young! Can he hold on?
Erin Robbins: Doesn’t look like it, looks like Mason is fading!
Out of nowhere, Kid Young quickly comes in and kicks Chelsea to force her to break the hold but then Seifer comes in and clotheslines Kid Young out of the ring!
Zach Davis: And this match quickly spiraling out of control, Kid Young illegally interfering!
Erin Robbins: He’s doing the right thing! However what was Seifer thinking … coming into the ring … ILLEGALLY I might add. It seems to be the way he operates.
Zach Davis: You … just … anyway, the referee needs to get this match under control here.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea Black Armstrong and Mason Young the legal combatants in this matchup currently.
Zach Davis: And Kid Young is making his way back up to his corner as Seifer is being directed back to his corner by the referee.
Erin Robbins: Seifer’s itching for the tag here as Chelsea is down and crawling her way back to her corner. Kid Young itching to tag himself back in here as Mason is down. Both competitors recovering here and they’re crawling to their respective corners. Both slowly crawling, slowly, and a tag made from Chelsea to Seifer. And another tag made from Mason to Kid Young.
Zach Davis: Seifer and Kid Young the legal men in this match now. Both competitors meet in the center of the ring trading blows, a punch to Seifer, a punch to Kid Young. Both men holding their ground, another punch to Seifer, another punch to Kid Young. And Seifer seems to have the upper hand as he lands another punch, and another, and another to Kid Young here. And he has him on the ropes here as Kid Young goes from side of the ring to the other, Seifer meets Kid Young with a clothesline! Kid Young is down here. And I think Seifer’s calling for it!
Crowd: Seifer, Seifer, Seifer!
Erin Robbins: Yes, he’s getting on the top rope.
Zach Davis: This is high risk. Seifer is on the top rope and he’s calling for a frog splash. He goes for it and … nails it! Yes, he did the damage to Kid Young. He runs over to Mason in the corner and knocks him off to the corner. And looks like this is it!
Erin Robbins: Let’s see if he can pull it off! He grabs Kid Young here and … BAM! The Fade To Black connects! This is over! Cover!
Zach Davis: Mason tried to break it up but was too late. And the husband and wife team of Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong! Great matchup for them and this crowd cheering them on as they clearly have defied the odds and the authority and are on the rise here in WCF!
Kyle Steel: And the winners of the match, Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Erin Robbins: Let’s see if they can keep it going though.
Zach Davis: I think so. These two have the skills and with their victory tonight here tonight as a team headed into Helloween, every bit of momentum counts!
The arena lights flicker and then the arena goes pitch black. "Hail to the king" by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing as white strobe lights flicker on the ring. High pitched screams echo threw the arena. All of a sudden the lights come back on and standing over the Armstrong family is the Illuminati. Adam holds up the Illuminati sign.
Adam Young: Doc Henry these two's blood is on your hands. Helloween is coming up and you better be there. No championships on the line just you and I in a Southern Bunkhouse Brawl. I know your tasteing the fear as you see my henchmen. It shall be just you and I one more time. Bring your A game cause I will bring my extreme game.
Adam holds up the sign again and the lights fade out as "Hail to the king" plays, When the lights come back on the Illuminati are all gone, but Seifer is marked with a triangle on his chest.
Sarah Twilight is running around backstage, looking all over for Jeff Purse. She is throwing people around, she has had enough. It has been a rough day for her. Hank Brown walks up to her from seemingly out of nowhere.
Hank Brown: Hey Sarah, you still have a bit of butter on your face.
Sarah stares him down for a moment. He reaches his hand out and wipes butter off of her cheek.
Hank Brown: See?
She grabs him by the throat and pins him up against a wall. But Hank Brown has been against a wall and a superstar before, he knows that this is never a good thing. So he said the one thing that he thought would get him out of this situation fastest.
Hank Brown: JEFF IS HANGING OUT AROUND YOUR OFFICE!
He eyes widen as she headbutts Hank to the ground like a beast and storms off toward her office. The camera does its best to follow her. She is now running through the halls, pushing and shoving people with no regard for their well being. She storms through to her office, stands outside for a moment, then opens the door, ready to beat the hell out of Jeff Purse. However, that isn't going to happen today, because popcorn comes spilling out of her office. Thats right, Jeff had filled her office from floor to ceiling with popcorn. A note on the other side of the door, which she grabs, says "Hope you like popcorn, love Jeff." She screams out and storms off.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Zach Davis: Here comes Doc...
Erin Robbins: The Coc!
The arena goes pitch black. “Anchor” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring. He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.
Zach Davis: And his partner for the night, Tek.
Erin Robbins: Boooo.
Zach Davis: I thought you favored heels.
Erin Robbins: Everyone hates Tek. The guy is a bastard!
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. As the bagpipes kick in, he walks faster, eyes on the ring. Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his hands in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.
Erin Robbins: There is Cormack. Go back to Canada, you skirt wearing asshole.
Zach Davis: Hey! Everyone is welcome in this country.
Erin Robbins: Everyone but him!
The house lights dim as Korn’s 4 U plays. As the arena fades to black, a green V pulses on the jumbotron. As the last words of 4 U play, Green fireworks erupt from the stage and Venom is seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp. Linkin Park’s Faint plays as the lights come up and he sprints to the ring, sometimes interacting with fans and slides under the bottom rope. He pops up and stands triumphantly on the turnbuckle with fist in the air, enticing the crowd into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes. He's been impressive in his WCF career thus far.
Erin Robbins: Pfft. Jobber.
Doc Henry starts for the old guys and Cormack MacNeill starts for the new fellows. Bell rings. Doc and Cormack circle one another before locking up, Doc Henry grains upperhand, slipping Cormack into a headlock and hip tossing him onto the floor and locking him in a headlock. Ryan Rhodes slips through the ropes, drop kicking Doc Henry from behind. Doc stumbles forward releasing the hold, the referee try's to get Ryan back into his corner but he refuses and eventually the referee shrugs. Ryan Rhodes and Cormack charge Doc Henry and take him down with a double close line. Tek drops down outside the ring, pulls out a chair from underneath, and joins the group inside the ring.
Zach Davis: Damn these no DQ rules.
Erin Robbins: Damn YOU. This is exciting.
Tek holds the chair over his head and brings it down over Ryan's back. Ryan stumbles forward clinching his back. Cormack MacNeill kicks Tek in the gut, Tek drops the chair and hunches over and Cormack MacNeill hits a power slam crushing Tek's body onto the chair!
Zach Davis: Holy crap!
Doc Henry climbs to his feet, stalks Cormack MacNeill, as Cormack turns Doc charges Cormack but Cormack counters, lifting Doc over his head and throwing his whole body over the ropes and outside the ring!
Erin Robbins: Amazing strength from the foreigner.
Ryan Rhodes drops down on top of Tek and hooks the leg.
Tek kicks out. Ryan Rhodes and Cormack MacNeill both pick up Tek and hit a double suplex. This time Cormack MacNeill pins Tek.
Tek kicks out yet again. DOC HENRY... out of nowhere, slides into the ring with a chair of his own and smashes it over the head of Cormack MacNeill. Ryan Rhodes sizes Doc up and hits a spinning heel kick sending the chair into Doc's own face! Doc goes down. Ryan bounces off the ropes, comes back to Doc - BUT TEK IS UP AND ROLLS UP RYAN IN A SMALL PACKAGE!
THRE - NO! RYAN KICKS OUT.
Zach Davis: That was pretty damn close.
Tek and Ryan pop to their feet and begin exchanging blows. Ryan gains the upperhand, grabs Tek and hits a perfectly executed belly to belly suplex. Ryan goes for the pin but Doc is up and grabs Ryan from behind hitting a backdrop suplex onto a chair! Doc Henry falls on top of Rhodes and hooks the leg.
Cormack MacNeill kicks Doc Henry off of Ryan. Tek comes flying across the ring and close lines Cormack MacNeill over the ropes. Cormack hangs onto the ropes, manages to slip back in, and grabs Tek from behind as he turns his back to MacNeill thinking he's went over. Cormack spins Tek around, kicks him in the gut, and hits a brutal DDT. Doc Henry runs up to Cormack and hits a quick GAMBLERS HAND!
Erin Robbins: THAT'S IT!
Ryan Rhodes grabs Doc before he make the pin and hits VENGEANCE!
Zach Davis: NO! THAT'S IT!
Tek is behind Ryan and Ryan is unaware, he turns around, and walks right into... OUT COLD!
Zach Davis: Everyone is down right now but Tek. I think he might be able to win this one for himself and Doc.
Tek drops down on top of Ryan and makes the pin.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!
A FAN from the audience slides into the ring with security in hot pursuit, he kicks Tek in the head and breaks up the pin!
Zach Davis: That fan hated Tek so much he didn't want to see him win. He had to break up the pinfall!
The fan runs out of the ring and eventually gets speared by a security guard. Tek tags in Doc. Doc comes in and goes for a Spear but Rhodes sidesteps him. Rhodes makes a blind tag to MacNeill before kicking Doc and throwing him to the ropes. As Doc comes back...
Erin Robbins: INSTANT HANGOVER!
Cormack MacNeill goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: Whoa! The newcomers beat the veterans!
Cormack's music hits as he stands up, getting his arm raised. Nearby, Rhodes climbs to the turnbuckle to celebrate as well. Henry rolls out of the ring as Tek marches up the ramp, pissed.
"The Only One" hits the PA as Sarah Twilight makes her way ringside. She is all about business, as she slides into the ring. She grabs a mic and her music fades. She raises it to her lips and only says one thing...
Sarah Twilight: Jeff Purse.
The fans explode and sure enough, "Won't Back Down" hits the PA, and Jeff comes down to the ring with the crowd one hundered percent behind him. He slides in the ring himself, with a mic, and stands toe to toe with Twilight.
Sarah Twilight: I am going to kill you!
She goes to strike him, but Jeff backs up, raising his mic.
Jeff Purse: Whoa, Twilight, before you do anything, you should think about the prediciment you are in right now. I am not an employee of yours, which means I don't have a contract where I can't sue you for attacking me right now. And Twilight, the last thing you need is a lawsuit on your hands. I will take you for all you are worth. This company will be mine. Is that what you want? I will have video evidence in MY favor. There would be no way you could win. However, Twilight, I offer you this, a contract I had my beautiful manager Kari draw up. All you have to do is sign it, and you can do whatever you like to me.
Twilight looks around, she grabs the contract, staring at it, she looks up at Jeff, then back to the contract. She shrugs, takes Jeff's pen, and signs it. The crowd explodes.
Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE IS BACK ON THE ROSTER, JEFF PURSE IS BACK ON THE ROSTER!
Erin Robbins: Yes he is. Now settle down.
Jeff throws down his mic, getting ready for a fight, as he is sure Twilight is going to do that. However, that doesn't happen. STJ jumps out of the audience, taking Jeff to the ground. STJ hits Jeff in the back with a steel chair and starts stomping him. Sarah Twilight joins in too, picking Jeff up, and hitting a Twilight Zone right onto STJ's chair. Jeff goes limp. Just then, though, JUSTICE, Matthew Robinson and Seifer Black Armstrong come running out to the ring. Robinson clothslines STJ to the ground, and he rolls out of the ring, however they set up and execute a perfect POETIC JUSTICE on Sarah Twilight.
Zach Davis: YES! JUSTICE TO THE RESCUE! SARAH JUST GOT FUCKED UP!
Erin Robbins: I TOLD YOU TO SETTLE DOWN!
Matthew Robinson and Armstrong help Jeff up, as the scene cuts away.
Bulletproof by 12 Stones blares on the arena speakers, every fan in the arena jumps to their feets cheering awaiting the presence of Donald Deruty aka D-Day. After a few moments D-Day arrives from the back of the arena towards the cheering fans. His hands raised high greeting the fans, gripped in his right knuckle is an official WCF microphone. As he walks down the ramp he high fives the many fans before he jogs up the steel steps and through the middle rope. He steps up upon the turnbuckle before hopping down to address the fans.
D-Day: Hello Seattle, Washington! It has been a great Slam so far, but unfortunately I am out here to address a problem within the WCF. Of course I speak of the cowards that call themselves S-Pac. As you all know I was put in a first blood match with none other than Waylon Cash last week at Slam, although unfortunately it ended in a draw, and the total outcome was not a win or a loss, but these stitches upon my scalp. I stand here as a man looking to finish something that started months ago. Stables have been running in and out of the WCF to a great extent, well now it is time for them to be put back into the developmental closet of the company.
D-Day: Months ago I started my raid to rid the WCF of the powers of the stables currently holding power within the industry. Month after month I attacked members of their respected stable, most of them leaving the business for months, some still have not stepped foot into a wrestling ring since. I knew that I had to make an even bigger impact than that to finally get my point across. I looked left and right to find this opportunity to finally show that I am a legit threat to the best of this company once again. Sure enough that opportunity was handed to me last week against Waylon, but to only make it better, I was given a chance to make a stable blinded man finally see the light. Blood dripped from his skull as did mine, but it wasn't enough for S-Pac, they proceeded to attack me while I was down, which is the main reason in which I am here speaking in front of all of you tonight.
D-Day: I am not out here just to speak my own opinion, no I am here for a bigger purpose, a purpose that I believe every single person sitting in this arena is going to enjoy fully. I am here to challenge S-Pac to a match at Helloween, to finally end what should have ended last week with the running of Waylons blood. S-Pac enjoys teaming up against men outside of the ring, but I say lets see how they like teaming against a man inside a ring where there is no escape. Tonight a face Oblivion, one of the most hardcore men this company has ever seen, well Waylon tonight I make an example out of Oblivion to show what I will do to the rest of you at Helloween, if you dare to accept.
D-Day: Its time for S-Pa...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
"Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye & Jay-Z hits the PA. The fans erupt-- shortly after, "The Mack" Steve Orbit stands at the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand.
Steve Orbit: Sorry to interrupt, D-Day, but I was watchin' backstage, and... look, I can't let you go into Helloween alone, man. I can't-- I won't sit back and watch that happen.
Orbit begins to walk towards the ring.
Steve Orbit: I know what you're thinkin'. You ain't ask for nobody to help you. Shit, you put that mask on and ran around here for months by yourself. But this ain't the old WCF, or even the EPPW-- this is Sarah Twilight's WCF, and it's a whole different world out here. It's the wild west out here, and if you tryin' to take down S-PAC, I'm down with the cause. I got my reasons, you got yours.
Orbit enters the ring and stands facing D-Day.
Steve Orbit: Look, maybe you COULD do it alone-- but I promise you, the two of us? We'll run Waylon Cash, John Gable, Benjamin Atreyu AND mother fuckin' Scott Savage straight outta the WCF-- FOR GOOD!
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: So what's it gonna be?
D-Day considers Orbit's offer. Orbit extends his hand... and D-Day shakes it. The crowd explodes once again.
“Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system of the Bank of America Arena in Seattle as the crowd continues cheering! Eric Price appears, microphone in hand already as he smirks a bit at what he witnesses in the ring. He is wearing a black suede sport coat, blue jeans, and a t-shirt. The t-shirt itself shows two pictures … on the left one of Eric Price standing tall with the World Title in hand and the words “113 days” on top. On the right one, a picture of Eric Price pinning Sarah Twilight with the words “Guaranteed fresh for 90 days” below.
Eric Price: Whoa, hold on a second … hold on a second. So we’re talking about beating the hell out of S-PAC and I’m not invited to this party?!
Eric slides into the ring and slaps hands with D-Day and looks at Orbit and surveys him for a moment.
Eric Price: So … you want to beat the hell out of S-PAC at Helloween? S-PAC for the longest time has run amok here in WCF and I for one am sick and tired of seeing them week in and week out act like a bunch of pretentious art house patrons. One week away from Helloween, the team of Donald Deruty commonly known as D-Day, then we have “The Mack” Steve Orbit one of the finest competitors in this company, I would be honored to be part of this team because if there’s anyone else that wants to see S-PAC end … IT’S ME!
Eric shakes Orbit’s hand and all three men raise their hands as the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: So … at Helloween … these three men are going to take on S-PAC!
Erin Robbins: They’re going to lose.
Zach Davis: Says the permanent Sarah Twilight kiss ass of WCF … but in all reality, this is a great team and they seriously could finally take down S-PAC and bring us some hope here in these dark days of WCF history.
Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall.
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 makes his way towards the ring. A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Angel of Darkness begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy-three pounds... DENISE D'EVIL... and NIGHT RIDER!!!
" Ready Or Not " by The Fugees hits the PA system. The crowd rumbles as the duo come out from the crowd and heads towards the ring. Wearing shirts with cut off sleeves that read " Thick-ni Army " they jump the crowd barrier and take a moment to look over the ring. They slide inside of it, the way only the thickness can and taunt the crowd. " thickness" chants ring out as their theme music fades.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... from POON GUINEA... combined weight of five hundred and twenty-six pounds... THE THICKNESS!!!
The ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Erin Robbins: Odin and Night Rider starting things off here.
Odin and Rider lock up. Odin goes behind Rider with a hammerlock, but Rider maneuvers out of it and transitions into an armbar on Odin. Odin elbows his way out and the two men are face to face again. Rider throws a right hand, catching Odin in the jaw. Odin responds with a right hand of his own, and then they begin trading a flurry of punches.
Zach Davis: These two massive men, trading blows.
Odin gets the best of Rider, hitting him with European uppercuts. He backs Night Rider into the corner and begins hitting him with big chops to the chest. Odin whips him to the opposite corner and then follows with a corner splash. Rider falls out of the corner and Odin hits him with a legdrop before covering him for a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider kicks out before two.
Odin gets up and pulls Rider up with him-- Rider shoves Odin off and kicks him in the gut. Quickly, he hits a standing dropkick. Odin stumbles back. Rider grabs him by the head and hits a running bulldog, before making the tag to Denise.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Death Bringer.
Denise hopes over the ropes and into the ring. Odin approaches her-- she does a roundhouse kick, but Odin evades it. Odin throws a right hand, but Denise ducks and goes behind him, trapping him in a full nelson.
Zach Davis: Odin breaks free and drops, hitting a jawbreaker on D'Evil!
Erin Robbins: That's the veteran instinct of the Maverick.
Odin pulls D'Evil up and hits a series of kneelifts before tagging in Bobby Cairo, still holding Denise. Cairo enters the ring and they hit a double suplex. Cairo pins D'Evil, hooking her leg.
Zach Davis: No, D'Evil shoots up her shoulder at two.
Cairo stands above Denise. He goes to pull her up but she hits him with thrust to the throat. D'Evil hops to her feet and drops Cairo with a clothesline. As Cairo gets back up, Denise grabs him and whips him into the corner-- she charges the corner, hitting a running high knee, dazing Cairo. She places him on the top turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Could be superplex time!
She climbs to the second turnbuckle, but Cairo begins hitting her with fists to the head. He traps her head--
Zach Davis: Tornado DDT by Bobby Cairo!
Denise is laid out. Cairo lifts her up-- and hits a gutwrench powerbomb!
Zach Davis: WILD RIDE! Cairo with the pin!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider breaks it up!
Rider stomps out Cairo before quickly exiting the ring. The ref gives him a stern warning. Cairo comes to his senses-- just as D'Evil crawls to her corner and tags in Night Rider.
Zach Davis: Rider enters the ring on fire!
Rider meets Cairo in the ring and they trade blows, until Rider manages to wrap his arms around Cairo and lock him into a bearhug.
Erin Robbins: Bobby's got nowhere to go!
Night Rider wrenches harder and harder, tightening the hold. Cairo begins to flail his arms, finally hitting a bell clap-- but Rider doesn't let go. He hits another bell clap, and another-- finally, Rider's arms fall to his side, and Cairo hits a belly-to-belly suplex!
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo hits that belly-to-belly on the much larger Night Rider! And he's paying for it now.
Cairo is laid out, resting. Night Rider is on the mat. Odin stomps on the apron, trying to get the tag. After a few moments, Cairo finally reaches the corner and makes the tag. Odin enters the ring just as Rider gets to his feet. Rider takes a swing, but Odin ducks, and grabs Rider by the throat
Erin Robbins: Odin setting up Night Rider-- we know what this is!
Odin hits a chokeslam into a backbreaker!
Zach Davis: RAGNAROK! Odin with the pin.
D'Evil enters the ring..
Cairo does too, and blocks her from breaking the pin.
DING DING DING
"Ready or Not" by the Fugees plays over the PA.
Erin Robbins: The Thickness pick up another victory!
Zach Davis: They've gotta be next in line for a Tag Titles shot with this victory over D'Evil and Night Rider.
Odin and Cairo celebrate in the ring.
We cut backstage to see Hank Brown quietly awaiting the arrival of his guest. Eventually Chelsea Black Armstrong steps beside him looking quite tired.
Hank: Chelsea, congratulations on your first victory here in WCF. That was quite a performance I must admit.
Chelsea: Thanks Hank. The Young Militia were quite a challenge, but luckily for me I had my husband with me and we make one hell of a good team.
Hank: So what’s next for you here? Do you have any goals in mind?
Chelsea: Well at the moment I’m just testing out the waters you know. I want to show the WCF just what I am capable of. I don’t just want to be known as Seifers wife, I had quite the solo career where I was before. It’d seem not many people here know that.
Hank: You must be happy that Lilith never showed her face during your match, she’s had quite a few harsh words for you and your husband lately. How do you feel about that?
Chelsea: Hank listen, I’ve seen girls like Lilith before. All she is is an attention seeker. She knows that I…
Suddenly a pair of hands appear behind Chelsea’s head as they reach out and grab her hair. Chelsea is thrown across the corridor smashing head first against the wall as Lilith steps into the shot laughing.
Lilith: What’s that hunny? What were you going to say? I’m an attention seeker am I?! You think I’m all talk?! All I wanted to do was play, we could have been good friends you and I… but no, you just couldn’t stand the fact that I am and will always be much better than you… at everything!
Rubbing her head Chelsea begins to get to her feet, Lilith just stands there laughing and mocking her.
Chelsea: You just made a huge mistake!
Chelsea charges at Lilith wrapping her around her waist, the two women crash into the other side of the corridor equipment flying everywhere. Chelsea begins punching Lilith straight into her face, but Lilith blocks one of her punches sending a headbutt straight into Chelseas forehead. Chelsea stumbles backwards as Lilith gets up to her feet and this time she charges at her. Lilith grabs Chelsea around her face digging her claws straight into her flesh. Chelsea begins to kick out, but Lilith raises a knee hard into her gut. Chelsea falls to the floor as Lilith stands over her, her claws continuing to clamp around Chelsea’s head. Chelsea screams out in pain as Lilith once against starts mocking her, this time inches away from her face.
Lilith: What’s wrong Chelsea? I must admit I did think you’d have more fight in you than this. I am disappointed. I don’t like being disappointed.
Still trying to prize Lilith’s hands off of her, Chelsea makes one last desperate move and bites down hard onto Liliths arm. Lilith screams out in pain and instantly lets go of her grip clutching at her arm and staring at Chelsea in disbelief. Chelsea quickly grabs a metal pole which is sitting next to her on the floor and once again tries to charge straight at Lilith, but Lilith dodges Chelsea, grabs her around her head… and throws her straight through one of the nearby windows. The window shatters as Chelsea falls unconscious in the room, covered in shardes of glass. Lilith steps through the door and begins to laugh at a now unconscious Chelsea. Lilith boots Chelsea hard right into her head, with absolutely no reaction out of the unconscious woman. Staring at her body for a while wondering what she should do next, Lilith reaches down and picks up one of the pieces of glass. A crazed, malicious smile spreads across Liliths face as she kneels down next to Chelsea.
Lilith: I know you probably hate me right now sweetie, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure that you forgive me. I mean Seifer won’t love you anymore when you’re a scarred up, bloodied mess will he? But I’ll still want to be your friend, of course I will. I’m nice like that.
Laughing to herself Lilith reaches over to Chelsea’s unconscious body and jabs the piece of glass straight into her face. Blood begins to gush out of the wound as Lilith continues to slice up the unconscious woman. Eventually Lilith sits back and Chelsea is unrecognizable. Her face is now nothing but a crimson mask, her clothes and the nearby floor are completely drenched in blood.
Lilith: You know, I’d say that’s a vast improvement. But our fun isn’t over yet, no it really isn’t. Our night has only just begun baby!
Lilith reaches over and picks Chelsea up off the floor, she’s about to carry her away when suddenly Seifer Armstrong steps into the room. Lilith gives Seifer a cheeky grin as he just stares at his wife’s broken bloodied body in complete disbelief.
Seifer: What… What have you done?! I’ll… I’LL KILL YOU!!!
Lilith cocks her head to the side and begins to laugh.
Lilith: hahaha Seifer hunny don’t be silly. We both know you won’t do anything. You know why? Because you’re going to stay right here and look after your precious little wife.
Lilith throws Chelsea’s unconscious body into Seifers arms and once again gives him a cheeky grin. Kicking some glass aside she skips out of the room, straight past Seifer and Chelsea without giving them another glance.
"Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osborne hits the speakers as a dizzying array of strobe lights begin pulsing on the stage. Jay Price suddenly explodes through the curtain, landing on the stage as his right hand is wrapped around his throat. He'll eventually roll down the ramp, locked in a back and forth battle with himself as his left hand tries to free him from the death grip of his right hand.
Zach Davis: And here comes the CFO of WCF … I … I still question why he was hired.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight knows what she’s doing here.
Zach Davis: You know … at least the previous leadership didn’t have split personalities.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 255 lbs., standing at 6’ 5” tall, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the Chief Financial Officer of WCF … JAY PRICE!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos
When he reaches the ring he'll continue to roll until he disappears under the ring, at which point he appears on the opposite side of the ring completely calm and in control of himself. He'll then slide into the ring and wave to the crowd with his left hand before his right hand slaps it back down. This little back and forth will continue until his music fades out, at which point both sides will finally settle down and discuss strategy with one another.
Zach Davis: And this is going to be an interesting match because it pits the new United States Champion against the CFO and both these men really are associates of Sarah Twilight.
The Arena Goes Dark and then "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music simultaneously. Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who are booing him as loudly as they can with a lot of hatred for the "People's Pastor."
Erin Robbins: I don’t think it makes a difference though Zach considering Sarah realizes that she is the only one that matters.
Zach Davis: Speaking of selfishness and ego … here comes the man who on the last edition of Slam screwed Jay Price out of the US Title with assistance from Sarah Twilight.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Stockton, CA, standing at 6’ 5” tall, weighing in at 272 pounds, he is the People’s Pastor and the NEW WCF United States Champion … STEELTOE JOE!
Joe walks slowly and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
Crowd boos loudly
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
Erin Robbins: And there’s our new US Champion Zach. How dare you doubt him!
Zach Davis: Yeah, great victory … they rang the bell for him, he should be very proud.
Jay Price arguing with himself as Joe looks at him with some disgust and contempt. Looks like Left Jay Price is in control as he offers to extend his hand to Steeltoe Joe who is weary of this.
Zach Davis: Hmm … looks like one of Jay Price’s personalities wants to simply end this diplomatically!
Erin Robbins: I don’t know about this … Sarah wants people to fight and these two better show some blood.
All of a sudden as Joe decides to extend his hand, Jay Price quickly clotheslines Steeltoe Joe out of the ring!
Zach Davis: WHOA … to quote my colleague Freddy, looks like Jay’s other personality took over and said NO to the diplomacy!
Erin Robbins: That is ridiculous and Joe paying the price … no pun intended for this … atrocity!
Zach Davis: And Joe is reeling on the outside now. And … looks like the weapons are coming now!
Erin Robbins: Remember, no disqualification thanks to our great new owner Sarah Twilight!
Steeltoe Joe on the outside grabs a steel chair, as Jay is ready inside the ring for him. Joe quickly slides into the ring, chair in hand and Jay slides out and seems to be looking for something under the ring.
Zach Davis: And looks like Jay is looking for something under the ring here. What is he looking for?
Erin Robbins: Nothing good I’m sure!
Zach Davis: And … oh wait … looks like his other personality is taking over as he walks away and decides to not grab a weapon and simply slides back into the ring.
Jay Price quickly slides back into the ring as Steeltoe Joe is ready with the steel chair and he quickly takes a swing with it and BAM!
Erin Robbins: And YES … our new US Champion connected with that chair shot right on the head of Jay Price!
Zach Davis: That’s gotta hurt and Steeltoe Joe taking full of advantage of these new rules put in place by the new WCF management!
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Zach Davis: And a kickout by Jay Price! Barely before the three count. Jay Price tried to gain an early advantage but Steeltoe Joe seems to be in the driver’s seat now.
Joe grabs Jay Price and starts lifting him up and all of a sudden Jay’s eyes are turning maniacal and he starts to hit Joe with an elbow in the gut trying to force him to let go!
Zach Davis: Uh-oh … looks like Jay Price is enraged now and he’s hitting Joe again and again in the gut. Looks like this anger is getting him some momentum. Jay throwing Joe toward the ropes.
Erin Robbins: But Joe coming back now and clothesline to Jay Price! Cover!
Zach Davis: And a kickout from Jay Price!
Joe laughs maniacally and notices the steel chair he had dropped earlier. He grabs it as Jay starts to get up slowly.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh … this is not going to be good for our CFO! Looks like Joe is going to try and knock some sense into him!
Joe has the steel chair and hits Jay Price over the head with the chair again!
Zach Davis: What a sickening chair shot! Did you hear that thud?! Jay Price may be out cold!
Joe surveys Jay Price knocked down and with a sick smile on his face, starts ramming Jay right in the gut with the steel chair.
Erin Robbins: And looks like Joe has had enough! Jay is out!
Zach Davis: Cover! This has got to be it!
Zach Davis: And looks like Joe has beaten the WCF CFO tonight.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is you winner, the People’s Pastor and WCF United States Champion … STEELTOE JOE!
Erin Robbins: And he earned his victory tonight, vicious chair shots, Steeltoe Joe is just on point and looks like he’s on a tear here through WCF.
Zach Davis: Definitely more vicious than usual but we will see what he musters up come Helloween.
The jumbotron opens up backstage and we find Lilith walking down one hall way, and Logan walking down another - both halls separate from one another, though the two will eventually meet. Logan and Lilith both turn the corner at the same time and bump into one another. Logan brushes himself off, as does Lilith.
Logan: Watch where you're going, boudlepants.
Lilith: YOU watch where you're going. This is my hallway.
Logan: YOUR HALLWAY?
Lilith: Ye -
Logan: SHUT UP!
Lilith blinks for a moment.
Lilith: YOU SHUT UP!
Logan blinks back, almost shocked.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Lilith: YOU SHUT UP!
Logan: SHUT UP!
Lilith: SHUT UP!
Logan: SHUT UP!
The shouting match continues until the jumbotron fades. Zach Davis is seen shaking his head at the commentators booth.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Championship!
The arena goes dark as the intro to Trivium's "Slave New World" blares through the PA. A spotlight focuses on center stage as sparks fly from the stage as Jon rises from under the stage on his throne. The pyro stops and Jon observes the arena from his throne. He stands up and walks down to the ringside area. He climbs up the steps and walks over to the other corner and climbs to the second rope. He yells for the crowd to bow to the King while holding his arms out in the crucifix pose. He climbs down, hops over the rope removes his crown and robe, then hands them to the ring attendant.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger, from Jefferson City, Missouri, he is “King” JON MIIIICHAELS!
Zach Davis: This match is going to be good; Barber and Michaels have always put on a great show here, and against one another it’ll be no different.
Erin Robbins: Still not as good as Sarah Twilight though.
“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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Miami Florida, the reigning WCF Television Champion, “The Florida Cracker” JOHN BARRRRBER!
Zach Davis: Alright, this is going to be a good match! Let’s get this show on the road.
Erin Robbins: Calm yourself, Zach. Any more excited, and you’ll get a boner behind the ann..nounce… ta… oh. My god… you didn’t.
Zach Davis: What?
Erin Robbins: You DIDN’T!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: You have a hard-on for John Barber!
Zach Davis: What? NO I DON’T!
Erin Robbins: Yes, you do! I can hear it in your voice!
Zach Davis: Bullshit, miss ‘my panties get wet for Sarah Twilight’!
< DING-DING-DING! >
The two lock up in mid-ring, and Michaels gets the upper hand, backing Barber quickly into the corner before delivering a knee to the gut. Michaels takes a step back, and goes for a running knee to the face, but Barber dodges it, and Michaels collides knee-first with the turnbuckle before stumbling back out and right into Barber’s grasp for a northern lights suplex, with the bridge for a pin.
Kickout by Michaels!
Erin Robbins: And already a near-fall for Barber here, very nice move by the champ.
Zach Davis: And now you’re ignoring the argument we just had like it didn’t even happen?
Erin Robbins: Yeah, of course I am. Because Sarah Twilight would be done with the match already.
Zach Davis: I hate you.
Erin Robbins: Well, John Barber hates you!
Zach Davis: What the heck? Okay, what the heck?
Kyle Steel: AHEM, guys, match going on!
Zach Davis/Erin Robbins: Shut up, Kyle.
Barber gets to his feet, as does Michaels, and the two of them lock horns again, but this time Barber gets the upper hand, backing Michaels into the ropes; he sends Michaels shooting across the ring, and on the rebound, he goes for a dropkick, but Michaels dodges it and grabs Barber, hitting him with a German suplex as he tries to get up. Michaels stands, and as Barber gets to his knees, he hits a quick snap DDT for the pin.
Kickout by Barber!
Michaels stands up and quickly grabs Barber, pulling him up for a wrist clutch exploder suplex, and then goes for another pin.
Kickout by Barber, and the crowd pops!
Michaels gets to his feet again and slides outside the ring, looking for something, and forces Kyle Steel out of his seat, grabbing the steel chair and bringing it back to the ring.
Zach Davis: And just a reminder, folks, this is completely legal as per Sarah Twilight’s rules of no disqualifications here in the WCF!
Erin Robbins: Finally something being done right around here, and the champ is in trouble.
Barber is to his feet, but only barely, and Michaels charges forward, swinging the chair, but Barber ducks it, and as Michaels spins around, Barber catches him with a stiff kick to the gut, forcing the chair out of his hands and allowing it to hit the canvas. Barber grabs Michaels and lifts him in the air, but Michaels battles out of the fisherman suplex and lands on his feet before sending Barber overhead with a suplex of his own. He goes for the pin.
Kickout by the champ!
Michaels gets to his feet, and grabs the chair again, just waiting for Barber to get up, and as he does, he swings, but Barber catches the chair with a dropkick, sending it flying, not into Michaels’ face, but into the turnbuckle across the ring. He lands, and Michaels grabs him, trying to apply the Royal Cravate, but the submission specialist battles his way out and gets to his feet, staring down the challenger across the ring.
Zach Davis: And both men looking a little winded here, although Barber probably a little worse for the wear after all those suplexes he’s taken.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, but I will admit, great awareness by Barber to avoid not one, but two shots from that steel chair!
Barber goes to lock up, but Michaels catches him with a boot to the gut and sends him running across the ring into the ring post nearest that steel chair, but as Michaels comes following after, Barber gets a boot up and sends him staggering back. Michaels rushes in again, and Barber, seemingly out of nowhere, reverses the attempted move into a sunset flip RIGHT ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! He pins Michaels.
Zach Davis: WHAT!?! MICHAELS KICKED OUT!! MICHAELS KICKED OUT!
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD! WOW!
The voice of Freddy Whoa echoes through the arena.
Freddy Whoa (recording): WHOA!
The crowd pops for the display of endurance as Barber gets to his feet and sets Michaels up for the Cracker.
Erin Robbins: THERE IT IS!
Barber gets the Cracker locked in! Michaels screams in pain for several moments... but he's unable to withstand the pain for long enough. After several moments Michaels is forced to tap.
Zach Davis: John Barber retains the Television Championship!
Erin Robbins: That move has put away more people via submission that any other move in WCF recently... very very dangerous.
Barber celebrates with the Television Title as we go to commercial.
Erin Robbins: I cannot WAIT for this next match. We are treated to seeing the greatest professional wrestler in history ... our amazing boss, Sarah Twilight compete here tonight! Not that Lilith is actually competition for her. She's more or less, a watered down version of Sarah and what is up with the lesbian crush? Either way, she should feel honored that she has the privilege of sharing a ring with The Mistress of Mischief.
Zach Davis: Are you finished being a permanent advertisement for Sarah Twilight?
Erin Robbins: I am just speaking the truth!
Zach Davis: Alright, anyhow. This entire situation is a bit confusing to say the least. Sarah Twilight called Lilith to her office two weeks ago ... for some sort of an assignment. Well, Lilith entered the room unbeknownst to Sarah and was ... well she was looking at her a bit inappropriately. This caused things to escalate and the result is that Lilith was signed to this match here tonight against the boss. Lilith has to last in the ring for ten minutes with Sarah or else apparently she is going to suffer some other form of punishment. A timer will keep track of the progress.
Erin Robbins: A BIT inappropriately? How about she was drooling over her in a disgusting, lewd manner? It was sickening to watch. She deserves everything she gets here tonight.
Zach Davis: Well whatever the case. This match is happening, and it's set to take place now! Let's get this over to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ... and it will have a ten minute time limit!
There are a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. The house lights go down as a thick smoke begins to spread throughout the arena. "Dark Seduction" blasts though the PA system as the crowd now stand to their feet booing Lilith as loudly as possible.
Kyle Steel: From The Netherworld...weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds....she is LILITH!!!
Lilith stands at the top of the entrance ramp taking in all of the hatred pouring into her from the crowd. None of which appear to bother her. She slowly makes her way down the ramp, stopping and taunting in the middle of the smoke. One of the audience members tries to give Lilith a high five, but Lilith charges at the man causing him to fall backwards. A powerful wave of boos hit her as she begins to yell at the crowd whilst continuing to walk down to the ring. The crowd continue to boo and hiss her as she climbs onto the ring apron, but Lilith is completely oblivious to the crowd and just stares blankly out into the open with her cold dead eyes. She slowly climbs up the turnbuckle and taunts as a wave of boos hit her, but still oblivious she slowly gets down off the turnbuckle and flex's a little bit waiting for the officials to ring the bell.
Erin Robbins: The Netherworld? Seriously ... this woman is deluded. I can't wait for Sarah to kick her ass.
Zach Davis: I believe Lilith is quite capable of handling herself. We'll see what happens.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent ...
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred and forty two pounds, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. 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.
Erin Robbins: Get a good look, Lilith. Get a good look while you can because Sarah is going to end you!
Zach Davis: Lilith appears a bit reluctant to get started here. What is going on?
Erin Robbins: She's scared ... and she should be! Sarah Twilight HURTS people. Lilith is next on that list. She has every reason in the world to be scared shitless.
Lilith looks at Sarah with fluttering eyes, she clasps her hands together and mouths something to Sarah. The emotionless redhead just glares at her, unmoved by the words. Referee Emily Westbrook calls for the bell. The timer on the video wall begins to count down from ten minutes.
Erin Robbins: Did she seriously just say "I love you" to Sarah?
Zach Davis: Unfortunately ... yes.
Lilith holds her hand out to Sarah, professing her feelings for the sadistic redhead. Sarah looks at her with disgust and she sends a vicious SLAP across Lilith's face that staggers the dark haired woman back. The crowd is already booing at this. Lilith holds her cheek from the slap and Sarah stands there, waiting for Lilith to respond. Lilith frowns a bit at the slap ... and amazingly, she tries to take Sarah by the hand as if nothing had happened. Still she looks infatuated with the redhead. As Lilith touches her hand, Sarah pulls her in and DRIVES her into the canvas with a face plant DDT. More boos from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Oh come on Lilith ... you can't tell me she still thinks she and Sarah are going to be together? What is it going to take to snap her out of that?
Erin Robbins: She's an idiot. How many times have we seen these sappy fools drool and pine over Sarah? And how many times have we seen that she simply doesn't care about any of them? If Lilith believes that she has a shot with Sarah ... she's more deluded that I originally thought.
Sarah rolls to her feet, looking down at Lilith with disdain. The dark haired vixen slowly pushes herself to her knees and still doesn't seem to get the hint that any idea she had of some happy fairy tale life with Sarah wasn't happening. Another reminder as Sarah sends a vicious kick into Lilith's ribs ... and another, and another. Lilith rolls on the canvas a bit as she writhes in pain. After a few moments, she pulls herself back to her feet ... and she looks at Sarah with sincerity in her eyes as she asks the redhead to stop playing hard to get. With no question, she still believed she was leaving with Sarah tonight. She moves toward the vicious redhead with arms outstretched and for her troubles, she receives a headbutt to the bridge of her nose. As Lilith clutches her nose, Sarah locks her up and takes her over with a wicked T-Bone suplex. Lilith crashes into the mat and Sarah quickly rolls back to her feet. She uses her foot to push Lilith from the ring like a pile of trash. The crowd just continues to boo loudly as Lilith still has not fought back.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting. Lilith obviously doesn't want to fight Sarah ... and Twilight doesn't care ... she's just beating the hell out of this woman for her own amusement.
Erin Robbins: Everything that is happening right now is Lilith's fault. She wants to run around and pretend that she has a relationship with Sarah ... she tries to mimic Sarah with her stunts on Wednesday Night and now she's finding out first hand that she doesn't hold a candle to Sarah. Lilith is a delusional little girl who is getting a much needed wake up call right now.
Zach Davis: You think that it is alright for Sarah to just relentlessly beat on a woman who clearly isn't lifting a finger to fight back? You are just as screwed up as Twilight is!
Erin Robbins: Of course there's nothing wrong with it. This is an official scheduled match. If you don't show up to fight, whatever happens to you is no one's fault but your own. Honestly, Lilith is doing the right thing by not fighting back ... if she did, it'd only make things worse for her.
Sarah follows Lilith to the outside and she is far from finished dealing out punishment. She hauls Lilith to her feet as she glances at the video wall timer which still shows 8 minutes and 13 seconds remaining. Sarah remains cold and callous as she grapples Lilith into a Fisherman's suplex and CRASHES her down INTO THE GUARDRAIL! There is a sickening CRACK as Lilith's spine buckles againt the steel. Many of the crowd gasp in horror. Lilith screams out in agony as she clutches her back. Sarah again rises to her feet to another chorus of boos. She watches Lilith suffer on the outside floor ... stalking her like prey.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous! Is any of this necessary? Keep it in the ring for Pete's sake! There is no need for any of this.
Erin Robbins: Why not? There are no rules, Zach. This is Sarah's playground and she is making full use of it. She is setting an example for the rest of the roster. And she's doing it by destroying Lilith. I love it!
Zach Davis: I just ... ugh ... I can't believe you!
Sarah smirks a bit as Lilith lays there on the cold floor not moving and holding her back in pain. Westbrook can only watch on as count outs and disqualifications no longer exist in WCF. However, to EVERYONE'S surprise, Lilith stubbornly begins crawling, using the very same guardrail she'd been nearly broken in half over to pull herself to her feet. It takes her a little bit, but she manages to get back to a vertical base. Sarah quirks a brow at her and tilts her head slightly as she didn't expect Lilith to be able to continue at all. The momentary lapse is short lived as she sends Lilith right back down courtesy of a bust clothesline. Lilith's head bounces off of the floor HARD and she is clearly dazed.
Erin Robbins: This should be a lesson to everyone in the back. You do NOT piss off the boss. Sarah takes matters into her own hands and is a shining example of how you keep charge of things.
Zach Davis: She's beating on a defenseless woman who isn't even trying to fight back. This is the kind of example you want set?
Erin Robbins: Lilith is also setting an example ... she knows she's done wrong and now she has to pay the price.
Zach Davis: Oh please. She's not fighting back because of her ... misguided affection for Sarah. She clearly hopes that it will be returned. But we all know that isn't going to be the case.
Sarah moves in now on a prone Lilith and grabs her around the waist, lifting her into a wheelbarrow style position. Before Lilith even knows what is going on, she is carried back toward the ring as Sarah swings her to the side and then WHIPS her back FAC FIRST into the ringpost. She repeats this one ... two ... three ... four .... FIVE times! Each time Lilith's skull cracks into the post there is a sickening crack. Lilith's face is now covered in her own blood as Sarah again discards her like garbage. Leaving her lying motionless on the outside. The crowd boos LOUDLY as Sarah glances at the timer again. There are 6 minutes and 48 seconds remaining of the time limit. Sarah climbs into the ring.
Zach Davis: Enough is enough! This has gone on for too long already. Nobody wants to see this massacre. You beat her up, you're proud of yourself for it. We get it.
Erin Robbins: This is about principle. Lilith is being taught a lesson here. This match will end when Sarah says it will end.
It appears as though that was exactly Sarah's idea as she demands a microphone in the ring. She is given one without hesitation. The crowd showers her with more boos as she begins to speak over them, talking to Emily Westbrook.
Sarah Twilight: It is clear that worthless, pathetic bitch is not going to be able to continue ... she couldn't even last five minutes in the ring with me ... let alone ten. Ring the fucking bell ... I am done with that stupid dyke.
Emily Westbrook shrugs and does as she's told. Kyle Steel readies himself to make the announcement. However, shockingly there are cheers from the crowd as Lilith's hand is placed on the canvas from outside. She pulls herself up slowly, face dripping in blood but she still defiantly stays in this thing ... despite not even fighting back. Sarah GLARES at Lilith for having the audacity to even consider continuing and she calls off the notion of ending the match. She rolls to the outside collecting Lilith. She roughly forces her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Sarah follows in after her.
Zach Davis: No ... just no. Come on, just ring the bell. She's finished. There is no need to inflict any more damage.
Erin Robbins: Lilith should have stayed down. Her getting back up was like a spit in the face of Sarah ... and she's going to suffer more for it.
Lilith again starts pulling herself up once in the ring. Sarah is all over her, slapping the back of her head as she berates the dark haired woman.
Sarah Twilight: Are you that stupid? You fucking bitch!
She slaps Lilith across the head again, but Lilith keeps on pulling herself up. Once Lilith gets to a vertical base, she looks at Sarah with one eye nearly swollen shut, blood all over her face and she was obviously battered and beaten BADLY. Still, she mouths to Sarah; "I love you." Sarah responds with another slap across her face that sends a stinging snap sound throughout the arena. Sarah now begins shouting at Lilith.
Sarah Twilight: DO SOMETHING! FUCKING DO SOMETHING YOU WORTHLESS DYKE!
She slaps Lilith again, which again causes her to stumble back. Lilith grabs both of her ears with her hands and starts screaming to herself now as something is going on.
Lilith: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! NO! NO! NO!
Lilith makes her way toward the corner still having what appears to be ... a shouting match with herself. She shakes her head back and forth clasping her ears and digging her own fingernails into them as she keeps screaming in a crazed state.
Lilith: I WON'T! I WON'T! SHUT UP!
Zach Davis: What is going on here? Lilith seems to be ... arguing with ... herself?
Erin Robbins: That bitch has lost it. She doesn't even know where she's at at this point. Sarah probably beat a few more brain cells out of her.
Sarah marches over to Lilith and spins her around out of the corner ... sending ANOTHER harsh slap across her face. She keeps berating her as she sends slap after slap. Finally, Lilith responds with a SLAP of her own! This slap so hard that it actually knocks Sarah on her ass! The crowd ROARS now as Lilith finally decided to strike Sarah!
Zach Davis: FINALLY! Get her, Lilith ... do to her what she has been doing to you! It's about damn time!
Erin Robbins: She just made ... the BIGGEST mistake of her life.
The crowd is calling for blood as they begin chanting at Lilith. They normally were not particularly fond of her, but in this situation, everyone was behind her.
Crowd: BEAT THAT BITCH! BEAT THAT BITCH! BEAT THAT BITCH! BEAT THAT BITCH!
However, to everyone's dismay, Lilith actually looks horrified that she struck Sarah. She paces back and forth, not quite sure what to do. Sarah is shocked that Lilith actually slapped her as she sits on the canvas, rubbing her cheek. That shock quickly turns to anger however and Sarah bolts back to her feet and SHOVES Lilith back into the corner, unloading a barrage of fist at her, nailing her in the face, abdomen and chest with a violent ferocity like nevr before.
Zach Davis: Oh no ... she had every chance to turn this around. She knocked Sarah on her ass, she could have unloaded every ounce of the beating that Sarah Twilight deserves. I don't understand why she still loves Twilight ... after all of this?
Erin Robbins: Love is blind ... and stupid is stupid, I guess.
Sarah YANKS Lilith out from the corner after the barrage of punches and she hoists her up and sends her over with a Royal Butterfly. Lilith crashes into the canvas and the onslaught she has endured has taken it's toll as she again lays there motionless. Sarah again glances at the clock which now shows 4 minutes and 27 seconds remaining. She drops down for the first pinfall of the entire match. Westbrook checks Lilith's shoulders and begins her count.
Zach Davis: NO! Lilith actually gets the shoulder up!
Erin Robbins: Wow is she stupid ... she could have ended her own suffering right there.
Zach Davis: I think she is so blind in her feelings for Sarah that she thinks this is the only way to gain her affection? She is trying to prove that she can last ... granted it is a very foolish idea. But that is all I can come up with?
Erin Robbins: Sarah doesn't give a crap about Lilith, or anyone else. She only cares about herself. She's made that very clear over and over again.
Zach Davis: You know that, I know that ... Lilith? I don't believe she knows it.
Sarah is infuriated at the kickout and she rolls herself out of the ring and angrily flips up the ring apron as she searches for something to inflict more damage. She settles on a wooden broom handle and slides into the ring with it in hand. Emily Westbrook sighs but knows she can't do anything to stop it. Lilith begins pushing herself up to her knees again when CRACK! Sarah sends the broom handle down HARD across her already injured back.
Ten times she WALLOPS Lilith with the wooden stick. The tenth time, it splinters and CRACKS in half over the dark haired vixen's back. Lilith lays face down, in a pool of her own blood that had formed from her previous wounds. Sarah is far from finished as she drags Lilith's dead weight to her feet and forces her back against the turnbuckle. Lilith's eye that isn't swollen nearly shut is glazed over as Sarah lift her and places her into the tree of woe against the turnbuckle. The crowd boos as Sarah very disrespectfully uses Lilith as her personal ladder to climb the turnbuckle. Stepping on Lilith's face to push herself up. She stands on the turnbuckle, pressing her weight down on Lilith's ankles. She waits ... and waits ... and finally as Lilith starts to look up, trying to gather where she was.... Sarah jumps down with a double ghetto stomp right into her FACE! Lilith buckles and crashes into the canvas below under Sarah's weight.
Erin Robbins: YOU DON'T MATTER! There it is, and there it shows ... Lilith doesn't matter.
Zach Davis: This is a massacre, plain and simple. There is no need for it and I am appalled that we have to witness this.
Lilith is a crumpled MESS on the canvas and Sarah rolls her over for the cover once again. Westbrook drops into position for the count.
Sarah violently pushes herself off of Lilith and demands her arm raised in victory ... However, Westbrook is shaking her head no. Sarah is LIVID.
Zach Davis: Lilith draped her foot on the rope! I don't believe it ... she actually had enough left to even do that!
Erin Robbins: This girl is an IDIOT! I have never seen someone so STUPID! She's gonna be killed here tonight!
Sarah turns to look down at Lilith in disgust once again. She shakes her head furiously before once more glancing at the clock on the wall. There are 2 minutes and 16 seconds remaining for the time limit. Sarah once again heads out from the ring. The crowd is beyond pissed at what they are watching right now. Lilith wasn't even liked by the fans but the actions were just too much for anyone to deserve. Sarah begins dismounting the top portion of the ring steps on the outside. It takes her a bit of time to get them up and into the ring.
Zach Davis: No! Come on! How far is this going to go? This is too much!
Erin Robbins: It will go as far as Sarah wishes to take it. Lilith is the reason this is happening. If she would just stay down, she'd already be done with this nightmare.
By now, Lilith was starting back to her feet. She is pulling herself up using the ropes and clearly not on steady feet. She stumbles around, trying to keep her balance. Dried blood stains her face, and she looks a MESS. Bruises, cuts and vicious markings all over from the beating she'd been enduring. As Sarah gets the ring steps into the ring, she looks back at the clock once again. Now only 1 minute and 03 seconds remain. Sarah wastes no time as she heads right at Lilith, spinning her around. But Lilith suddenly out of NO WHERE with a DEATH GRIP to Sarah's throat!!! Lilith doesn't appear at all the same or that she was even in control of her actions right now as she digs her long black claws into Sarah's throat harder than she'd ever gripped anyone before. The crowd is ON THEIR FEET now!!!
Zach Davis: She's gonna do it! She might not only LAST the ten minutes but she may actually BEAT Sarah Twilight here tonight!
Erin Robbins: No! That isn't possible ... that can't happen! You stupid bitch what are you doing?!!
Sarah is forced down to one knee as she gasps for air. Her face turns blue and then purple as she was being suffocated by the crazed woman. Sarah rips at Lilith's hand, trying to pry it free. Lilith continues to choke the life out of her as she somehow wrenches her grip even DEEPER! Sarah's eyes begin rolling back into her head as she fights against the grip. The crowd is watching the clock ... counting down the time.
Zach Davis: If she can keep this applied for just thirty more seconds ... she will have lasted the entire ten minutes. Not only that, But I think Sarah is going to pass out! She's fading!
Erin Robbins: This can't be real! I ... someone DO SOMETHING!!!
Lilith keeps on choking the life from Sarah and the clock dwindles down. Suddenly, Lilith looks down at Sarah and that puppy dog look of love and she loosens her grip slightly, hesitating. That single moment is all it takes for Sarah to pry Lilith's hand away. Sarah with a quick headbutt to create some distance as she gags and coughs, finally taking in some air. The crowd is now counting down the final moments of the match.
Sarah forgoes the extra time for a breather and she moves right back in at Lilith, sending a well placed kick to her gut. She hauls the dark haired vixen up ... taking a few steps forward and PLANTING Lilith into the ring steps! Lilith goes completely limp as her neck is twisted and contorted against the steel and a sickening POP is heard.
Erin Robbins: TWILIGHT ZONE!
Zach Davis: Will she beat the clock?
Sarah immediately covers Lilith as Westbrook slides down and counts.
Sarah looks up as the pinfall ends to see 1 second remaining on the clock. Lilith missed the ten minute mark by only one second.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Zach Davis: One second ... that is all the difference. Lilith took a BEATING here tonight. She damn near lasted the entire ten minutes ... but I don't think that is going to matter. Sarah Twilight proved her point and look at the destruction and the carnage that is left in the wake of it.
Erin Robbins: Again, I don't feel sorry for Lilith. She came out here expecting fairy tales ... what she got was reality. Sarah Twilight making sure that EVERYONE in the back knows just what she is capable of.
"The Only One" by Evanescence hits once again and Sarah takes to the turnbuckle as she stares out among the "sheep" who boo her and throw trash. She remains in the ring for a bit of time admiring the destruction. The ring stained with Lilith's blood and her sweat. After several long moments, when Lilith finally comes to, she rocks herself in a cradling motion as tears roll down her cheeks. She was obviously devastated by the reality of what had occured. Even as hopeless as everything was, she still holds a shaky, weak arm out, looking at Sarah, the tears flowing. Sarah scowls looking at her.
Zach Davis: Oh you've got to be kidding me, after all of that? Lilith STILL thinks Sarah gives a damn about her? You can't be serious.
Erin Robbins: I don't think she knows what planet she is on. But seriously, she's not doing herself ANY favors right now at all. Sarah doesn't give a shit about her and I can guarantee you that she is only angered by any feelings that Lilith may still have for her.
Sarah places her hands on her hips and shakes her head at Lilith in more disgust. The look on her face says it all. She was insulted by the fact that Lilith had to audacity to still ask for her to be together. Sarah slides out of the ring, and she heads over near the time keeper.
Zach Davis: Oh what now?!
Erin Robbins: I keep telling you, that type of thing only pisses her off.
Sarah GRABS the ring bell and makes her way back to the ring. Lilith is still cradling herself, rocking back and forth over what had happened. And if that wasn't enough CCCCLLLANNNNNGGGGG! The ring bell is sent HURLING at her FACE, FULL FORCE! Lilith immediately goes back out as her face is busted open YET AGAIN. Sarah simply looks down at her and shakes her head once more. She goes to exit the ring, proud of her deeds when again she notices the video wall that reads 1 second ... reminding her that Lilith had managed to last as long as she did. Sarah glances back at the fallen woman and smirks, nodding her head slightly before she exits the ring to another HUGE chorus of boos.
Zach Davis: This was utterly disgusting. The amount of damage that has been caused might be irreversable. She beat this woman to a pulp and then ... wasn't satisfied with just having done that. She had to inflict even MORE suffering after the match was finished. Sarah Twilight is a vile, wicked human being ... if you can even call her that. The woman has no soul.
Erin Robbins: Oh stop. You act like it's Sarah's fault that Lilith is an idiot. She didn't take the hint to NOT pursue Miss Twilight. She chose what she did and she had to suffer the consequences. Sarah did everyone a favor by putting that stupid little girl in her place!
A long time goes by before Lilith begins to stir. It takes her minutes to even get herself out of the ring and she falls over several times. Though still, she tries to leave the arena of her own will and stumbles around in a blurred daze. She only makes it a few feet up the entrance ramp before collapsing. The crowd watches on in horror as they see exactly what kind of devastation had been inflicted upon her. Her body broken and beaten beyond what any person could handle. Some small children are crying as they watch her collapse face first into the steel ramp. Finally, medical staff is sent out from the back and they begin loading her onto a stretcher.
Zach Davis: Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable and atrocious.
Erin Robbins: Hey, she should be glad that Sarah is allowing her medical treatment. You know just as well as I do that those paramedics can't be out here without Sarah's direct approval. I think that speaks volumes.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah, how very gracious of our owner to send medical staff out here AFTER she nearly kills the poor girl! Gimmie a break!
The EMTs load Lilith onto the stretcher with a neck brace, oxygen mask and various IVs and other devices as they wheel her out from the arena. The crowd is silent and in shock.
“Hollywood Babylon” plays over the PA system, as Scott Savage steps out onto the ramp. He holds one tag team title belt over each shoulder, and is closely followed by Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu, and John Gable. The quartet stops at the top of the ramp, posing for a moment, before continuing their trek to the ring. The crowd screams in anger, and the four men smile, seeming to soak up the jeers. Scott climbs up the steps, and holds the ropes for his clients, as they climb into the ring one by one. Once inside, Scott grabs a microphone, and the music dies.
Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to present to you the most dominant tag team in all of professional wrestling. “The Hellbilly” Waylon Cash, “God Given Greatness” Benjamin Atreyu, and the greatest unrecognized acting talent on the face of this earth, John Gable!
Zach Davis: Oh good lord.
Erin Robbins: Show some respect!
Scott's clients take a bow, as the crowd boos.
Scott Savage: These men have defended their titles every week since winning them. They have defended them against worthy opponents... far more worthy than their opponents tonight. They are three of the greatest singles wrestlers in this company, but combined, they make an unbeatable fighting force. Don't take my word for it. Allow them to tell you themselves.
Scott turns, and hands the microphone to Benjamin Atreyu, who is grinning from ear to ear.
Benjamin Atreyu: I am not one to make long-winded pompous speeches that use big words that you have a hard time understanding...but, these last two weeks my compatriots and I have been exhaustively toiling to recompose the dwindling prestige of our undervalued championships. We have spent numerous evenings burning the midnight oil trying to discover the best route to take in order to convince this industry that we are the premier stable, the most-watched team on television. However, despite all of our hard work, you cretinous sewer-dwellers refuse to give us the recognition we, as one of the most dominant factions to ever grace the squared circle, deserve, but after tonight, when Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit taste the ever-so-bitter nectar of their own demise, the world will see that we are here to carve out a spot in the annals of wrestling history.
Erin Robbins: He has a good point.
Zach Davis: You can't be serious.
Benjy hands the mic off to Gable. He stares at it for a moment, before passing it to Waylon. Cash leans forward against the ropes, facing away form the entrance ramp. He gives some jeering fans a cocky smirk, before speaking.
Waylon Cash: It goes like this... ain't nobody back in the locker room that can stop us. Eric Price couldn't do it. Steve Orbit couldn't do it. Ana Valentine couldn't do it. Now, I don't know what the hell makes D-day think he can do it, but he's damn sure got another thing comin'. Everyone knows I beat him in the first blood match. He was clearly bleedin' before me. Only person that didn't see it was the idiot ref. It's cool, I ain't mad. I'll get my chance to kick the shit outta Donny again. It's only a matter of time. Meanwhile, S-PAC is gonna keep bein' the best tag team any of you morons ever saw. We're gonna keep defendin' these belts, and we're gonna do it with smiles on our faces. There ain't a damn team in the back that can stand up to us, and that's a plain fact. You can boo all you want. Run and bitch on your message boards! Go ahead. Ain't none of it gonna make a damn bit of difference. You pimply faced dip shits can whine all you want, these belts stay with S-PAC!
The crowd screams, as D-Day, Steve Orbit, and Eric Price coming sprinting down the entrance ramp with chairs in their hands. Gable, Benjy and Scott all see it, and dive out of the ring. They all jump over the guardrail, but Waylon is facing away form the action, and doesn't notice right away.
Zach Davis: Waylon doesn't see it! He's in trouble here, and he has no idea!
When Cash finally turns around, he is surrounded by angry, chair wielding men. Orbit swings. Waylon ducks it, but leads himself right into a heavy chair shot from Eric. Cash stumbles around, dazed, leaving himself open for a huge, overhead blow from Deruty. Waylon hits the canvas, and quickly rolls out of the ring. When he looks up, we can see a trickle of crimson making its way down his face. Scott pulls him over the barricade, and they exit through the crowd as the fans cheer wildly for the three men left in the ring.
Erin Robbins: D-day, Eric, and Orbit getting the last word here, but I wonder if it will be different come Helloween?
Zach Davis: You have to wonder. Both of these teams seem fired up. It should make for an amazing Hellimination match
We cut to the ring where Kyle Steel is ready to begin the introductions for the next contest of the night.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen…the following contest is…
Suddenly he is cut off as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system sending the WCF fans into a frenzy as ‘The Queen Of Punishment’ Stacy Robinson walks out onto the stage dressed in a black and red leather biker jacket, a black and red leather bra, a pair of black and red leather skin tight trousers, a pair of black fingerless leather gloves and a pair of black wrestling boots. She begins to make her way down the ramp, her eyes fixated on her destination, the ring.
Erin Robbins: Well we were set for our next contest but it seems as if the so-called Queen of Punishment is making her way out here…
Zach Davis: And she looks ready for business…moments after our last Slam show two weeks ago, she had vowed to call out Sarah Twilight here tonight…
Stacy reaches the ring and walks up the steel steps before climbing through the second and bottom rope; she takes the microphone from Steel and raises the microphone to her lips.
Stacy Robinson: Okay cut my music…
‘I’m Not Afraid’ cuts off before Stacy continues.
Stacy Robinson: I know you all can’t wait to see my husband beat the Hell out of Logan, but I promised that tonight I was going to call out Sarah Twilight…so Sarah…get out here you bitch!
The fans cheer wildly as they all look towards the stage hoping to see the arrival of Twilight.
Erin Robbins: How dare she be so disrespectful towards our great Owner…
Zach Davis: After what Sarah did to her, I don’t blame her…
After a few more moments of waiting, the crowd begin to get restless, Stacy raises the microphone up to her lips and is about to speak when suddenly, ‘Stop When The Red Lights Flash’ by Green Day blasts out of the PA system and the fans boo as Logan walks out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
Erin Robbins: Well this surely isn’t Sarah Twilight…
Zach Davis: It certainly isn’t…
Logan makes his way down the ramp before climbing up the steel steps and into the ring, he glares at Stacy as ‘Stop When The Red Lights Flash’ fades out.
Logan: Well if it isn’t the soft baby losing boudle…what’s the matter? Expecting somebody else? Do me a favour would you and get the Hell out of this ring so I can beat your pathetic boudle husband okay…
Stacy, showing no signs of intimidation, smirks as she looks Logan dead in his eyes, raising the microphone to her lips.
Stacy Robinson: How about you mind your own fucking business and get out of my damn face before I slap you silly!
The fans cheer wildly before Logan bursts into laughter; he then turns his cheek slightly and points to it.
Logan: Go on then…slap me…
Suddenly Stacy delivers a thunderous slap to Logan’s cheek which gets a loud pop from the crowd, Logan just smirks before Stacy attempts another slap, however this time, Logan grabs hold of her wrist.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Stacy is about to get what she deserves here…
Zach Davis: She doesn’t deserve any of this…
A large smile appears on Logan’s face as he glares right into Stacy’s eyes.
Logan: I think it’s time that you took a trip to Connector City!
Before Logan can even do another thing, ‘Bring It’ by Trapt blasts out of the PA system sending the fans into a frenzy as ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson marches onto the stage and down the ramp, and he’s not looking at all happy.
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is he doing out here?
Zach Davis: Well they are scheduled to be having a match next…
Robinson then quickly slides into the ring and Logan let’s go of Stacy who then exit’s the ring as a back and forth brawl ensues between Logan and Robinson.
Erin Robbins: And these two are going at it before there’s even a referee out here…
Zach Davis: I don’t blame Robinson for coming out, Logan was planning on taking his wife to Connector City…
As the two brawl in the ring, Robinson still in his tee shirt and all, a referee rushes out from the back. The crowd pops wildly.
Zach Davis: It looks like we're going to have this match, right here and now!
Erin Robbins: Robinson is going to regret his decision to call Logan out. I guarantee you that.
The referee finally calls for the bell as Logan and Robinson continue brawling. Logan catches him with a quick headbutt and Robinson stumbles a bit but then fires back with a huge European upper cut. Logan laces a chop right across his chest. Robinson returns the favor with a hard chop of his own. Logan catches him with a quick knee to the midsection and has him against the ropes, he whips the Punisher off and goes to hit with a closeline but Matt comes right at Logan with a huge shoulder block. Robinson picks up Logan and goes to smash his face into the turnbuckle, but he blocks it with his foot. Now Logan instead rams Robinson's skull into the turnbuckle.
Ten times Robinson's face is blasted into the turnbuckle. Logan now turns him around and mounts the second turnbuckle signaling a follow up with ten punches but Robinson grabs him and nails a massive running powerbomb.
Zach Davis: The bad blood simmering between these two is showcasing itself right here, right now. This is a fight, plain and simple.
Erin Robbins: Oh please. Robinson is a bitter man who wants everyone to look at his wife and take her seriously when he has to fight all of her battles for her. This is honestly a waste of Logan's time.
Zach Davis: Oh gimmie a break. Logan has been instigating Robinson for weeks now. Finally Matt has his chance to shut him up.
Erin Robbins: Logan simply stated the truth. I mean seriously, how many babies can one woman lose? Matthew Robinson is the instigator. He seems to think his wife should live in some protective bubble. Face it, you put yourself in this environment ... you deal with all that comes with the territory. She's just lucky it was Logan who waltzed out here and not Sarah.
Zach Davis: Right. Mmhmm. Sure.
Robinson hauls Logan up by the hair and sets him against the ropes, setting him up for a slingshot spinebuster. However, Logan swings his head backwards and catches Robinson square in the nose. Then he hooks his head and kicks off the turnbuckle and nails a running bulldog. Logan clutches the turnbuckles and readies himself looking to end this one early with some impact style from the top but Robinson quickly rolls to the outside.
Erin Robbins: What kind of nonsense is this? He's running away!
Zach Davis: He's aware of his ring presence. That's all.
Logan simply pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle and nails the Impact style on Robinson anyway which sends him crashing down into the floor on the outside. The crowd is booing like mad as Logan lifts him up and runs Robinson face first into the ring post. He then drags him over to the announce table and starts to bash his face off of it. Logan then hooks him into a Russian leg sweep. BANG! Right on the concrete floor and Robinson is dazed and out of it. Logan waits for Robinson to get to his feet and as he does he grabs him for in a sleeper for The Connector but Robinson turns out of it and instead back body drops him on to the announce table. Logan hits with a loud THUD, but the table does not collapse.
Zach Davis: And we are seeing a VERY different side of Logan here tonight! He came prepared, but Robinson is dishing out the punishment as well!
Erin Robbins: They almost broke the table! Come on, I have a job to do here. Leave my equipment alone.
Robinson climbs up onto the table with his fallen foe and lifts him up to his feet, but Logan catches Robinson unexpectedly with a kick to the gut that doubles the champion over. He now grabs Matt into piledriver position. Logan takes a leap into a HUGE stump piledriver off of the table! Robinson just lays there limp as Logan struggles to lift him and eventually rolls him back into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Logan is pulling out all of the stops! Instead of putting Robinson through the table, he just crashed him OFF of it! I like it. I really do. Finish him off and then get rid of his baby loser wife!
Zach Davis: Logan came to fight! There's no question at all about that. However, Matt Robinson is definitely no slouch. He's been asking for this fight. And I think he knew what he was getting into.
Erin Robbins: Matt Robinson is seeing stars right now. He's having his ass handed to him and he deserves every bit of it!
Logan pulls up on Robinsons' head , dragging him to his feet before kicking him in the gut and nailing a wicked DDT. Logan stands over the back of Robinson and leans down, locking in a camel clutch, wrenching it tightly.
Zach Davis: Logan with the submission! He's got it locked in, will Robinson tap?
Erin Robbins: Yes, he has no choice. This is it!
Zach Davis: I have to believe that he still has plenty of fight left in him!
The referee asks Robinson if he wishes to give up. Robinson' eyes narrow as he screams a defiant NO! The crowd is really getting into the matchup now as Robinson slowly begins to rise to his feet with Logan on his shoulders. He drops back with all of his weight, crashing Logan beneath him and causing the hold to be broken. Both men are down, and it takes a few moments as they each begin to slowly crawl to their feet. The wind being knocked out of Logan, and the punishment Robinson has endured. They muster their strength and each man slowly gets back to a vertical base. Logan is the first back on the offense as he rushes at the Robinson, only to be caught in his waiting arms for a DEVASTATING spinebuster!!!
Zach Davis: Oh damn! Robinson still having a LOT of fight left in him!
Erin Robbins: This could be where it gets ugly for Logan. Robinson is a dirty cheater. Who knows what he'll do?
Zach Davis: There's no rules!
Robinson methodically rises back to his feet and bounces back against the ropes, on the short return he drops his knee right across Logan's face.
Erin Robbins: Come on Logan, don't let this boudle get the best of you!
Zach Davis: Robinson is FURIOUS!
Robinson hauls Logan back to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Logan is barely able to see as he runs right into Matt Robinson' knee on the return. Logan is down and out of it. Robinson now in firm control.
Zach Davis: Matt Robinson back in control and by the looks of things, he is looking to end this night for Logan.
Erin Robbins: No! Logan is going to come back from this. It's just a minor set back. That's all.
Robinson drags Logan to the center of the ring, and drops down for the pinfall. The referee drops into position.
Somehow, Logan manages to get his shoulder up. Robinson shakes his head in frustration.
Erin Robbins: YES! Logan kicks out!
Zach Davis: Robinson not happy about it. But he understands this is a fight.
Robinson again hauls Logan back to his feet, but Logan shoves him off. Robinson stumbles back a few feet and moves right back towards Logan who comes out of nowhere with The Connector! Robinson is taken down HARD, but Logan is also down because of what he had endured. The crowd is going crazy, chanting BOTH men on for this classic of a match.
Zach Davis: Oh my Gosh! He nailed it!
Erin Robbins: It's over Robinson. Say goodnight!
Zach Davis: Logan still has to capitalize here.
Erin Robbins: Cover him! Cover him now!
Logan does manage to muster enough strength to crawl for the cover, and he drapes his arm over Robinson. The referee again drops down to make the count.
Zach Davis: Wait NO!!! Logan took too much time to make the cover.
Erin Robbins: He kicked out! He kicked out?! HOW?!
Zach Davis: That is AMAZING!!! I can't believe it!
Logan is STUNNED that it wasn't enough to put Robinson down. Logan snarls at the ref for a slow count. But it was clear the count was clean and was only two and a half. Logan runs his hands through his hair and lets out a loud sigh of frustration. He rises to one knee and then reaches down and grabs hold of Robinson, pulling him up as both men begin to their feet. As they both become vertical however, Robinson seems to get a new breath of air as he throws Logan's arms away from him and begins to fire off hard fists at him. Logan answers back with some shots of his own and the two are back to an all out brawl once again.
Erin Robbins: I don't even know what to say here. This match should be over!
Zach Davis: How about you give Robinson some credit for being the competitor that he is?
Erin Robbins: Mediocre competitor. But yes, he did manage to kick out.
The two men just continue to brawl, with neither gaining a distinct advantage. The crowd is eating it up. They are all on their feet, stomping, screaming, cheering and coming alive with excitement for these two athletes. Logan catches Robinson with a well placed shot that rattles the champion. He is quick to capitalize as he rushes Robinson for a clothesline. However, Matt ducks it and spins Logan around. Robinson jumps up to catch Logan with TOTAL PUNISHMENT! But NO! Logan instead grabs hold of Matt's arms and again locks in a sleeper hold. This time he measures everything perfectly as he jumps up and over .... CONNECTOR!!! And Robinson is down and out! Logan drops down for the cover. Referee in position.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, LOGAN!!!
Zach Davis: Matthew Robinson showed up tonight to deliver his own brand of justice. But on this night it was just not meant to be. Logan backing up his words as he puts the Punisher down for the count.
Erin Robbins: I've said it all along. Robinson wanted to go calling everyone out because he doesn't like what they have to say. Well he just found out the hard way that he needs to be careful what he wishes for. Because he just got it.
Zach Davis: Whether you love him or hate him, Logan is one of the best WCF has to offer, and he just continues to show that. I have a feeling this isn't over, however.
“300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
Erin Robbins: Whoo!
Zach Davis: Since when did you start liking Jonny Fly?
Erin Robbins: Since the moment Sarah Twilight shook his hand.
Fly steps out onto the stage with the WCF World Title wrapped around his waist. Boos from the crowd ring out that Fly merely brushes off, smirks, and begins making his way down to ringside. Fly slides into the ring and motions for a microphone.
Zach Davis: Ten bucks he’s just out here to tell everyone how great he thinks he is.
Erin Robbins: Nah, that’s a bad deal. I’ll pass.
Fly is handed a microphone from a ring hand and begins.
Jonny Fly: I’m out here tonight because we’re just one week away from Helloween.
A sporadic cheer is heard from the crowd at the mention of the next WCF pay-per-view.
Jonny Fly: As the World Champion, the question becomes who am I going to defend this title…
Fly taps the title on his waist.
Jonny Fly: …against. Better yet, am I going to defend it at all?
Boos from the crowd.
Jonny Fly: I don’t know the answer to that. That decision is made above me. However, it did get me thinking. Who out there would I even want to face? I’ll tell you who.
Jonny Fly: There’s one man out there who I’ve wanted a chance to face one on one for, oh, about 15 months now. Him and I have unfinished business from a certain triple threat match last year in which I lost my second World Title. Does that give it away?
Fly pauses again as the crowd begins to murmur.
Jonny Fly: I’m talking, of course, about Frank. Patrick. Venable.
Huge POP from the crowd at the mention of the People’s Champion.
Jonny Fly: Let it be known, right now, that I am challenging FPV to a World Title match next week at Helloween! This time, there will be no Oblivion and…
“The Only One” hits and immediately out from the back comes Sarah Twilight. The stunning redhead does NOT look happy.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. It looks like the boss has something to say about this.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight hates FPV. There’s no way she’s going to allow him to get a World Title shot.
Twilight stands on the stage holding a microphone at her side and glaring at Fly. Slowly she raises the microphone to her lips and says, simply…
Sarah Twilight: No.
Boos from the crowd follow. Twilight lowers the microphone and turns away toward the back.
Fly: Wait a second, Sarah. Hold up.
Twilight pauses with her back to Fly. Slowly, she turns to face him once again.
Fly: You don’t like Frank. I don’t like Frank. We can agree on that. Put that aside though, I’ve never been given the opportunity to face him one on one. I’ve faced him in triple threat matches, tag matches, Ultimate Showdown, War, but never in a singles match. This match needs to happen. He deserves to be put in his place.
Twilight listens to Fly’s plea, and responds.
Sarah Twilight: Frank is the absolute LAST person on this roster who is deserving of a World Title shot. He’s worthless. He will never headline ANY show here, especially not a Pay Per View event. Do you think I run a fucking charity here? Frank Venable has not EARNED a fucking thing. I'd rather not have you defend the World Championship at all. So the answer is still ... NO!
Fly takes in a deep sigh and runs his hands through his hair. He looks down at the ground, frustrated by the response. While looking down, he mutters…
Fly: Do you think he would actually win?
After finishing the statement, Fly looks up at Twilight who confidently replies with a smirk and some laughter.
Sarah Twilight: Fuck No.
Fly: Then let me bury that motherfucker once and for all. Put him in the spotlight and let me expose him for just how truly worthless he is, for both of us.
It’s Twilight’s turn to pause and consider Fly’s words. After a few seconds, she responds with a bit of hesitation and a heavy sigh.
Sarah Twilight: If that's what you truly want ... fine! You get that pathetic fuck at Helloween. Jonny Fly versus Frank Venable ...
She scowls quite a bit even mentioning the next part.
Sarah Twilight: ... For the WCF World Championsip.
Another HUGE pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Wow! After all this time we’re finally going to see Jonny Fly versus FPV one on one, and the World Title is going to be on the line!
Erin Robbins: This is a mistake. A BIG mistake.
Twilight turns and walks away. The camera swings back to Fly in the ring who is smiling at the decision. A shadow creeps into the frame and we pan out to see FPV standing directly behind Fly with the People’s Title in hand. Fly senses danger, turns, and…
Zach Davis: FPV! FPV! HE JUST CRACKED JONNY FLY OVER THE HEAD WITH THE PEOPLES TITLE! FLY CRUMBLES TO THE MAT!
Erin Robbins: Ugh. I told you this was a mistake.
FPV stands over Fly as he rolls around on the mat holding his face. Frank requests a mic and is promptly given one by a ref.
FPV: SARAH! GET YOUR BITCH ASS BACK OVER HERE!
Sarah, who has seen the incident from backstage, comes right back out the curtains.
FPV: I hope you've realized just what kind of huge mistake you've made...for both you and Fly! You wanna blow this here People's Title as worthless, fake garbage? Well let me tell you right now, this belt is real. It's DAMN real! And Ole' Jonny is feeling just how fucking real it is right now. And after Helloween, I'll be holding that World Title with this People's Title and show you just how "worthless" I am. I. GUARANTEE. IT!
Frank smiles, and then then turns his gaze toward the crowd, who IS GOING NUTS.
Zach Davis: I’ll tell you what Erin, these fans would like nothing more than to see Frank take that title from Jonny Fly and shove it down Sarah Twilight’s throat.
Erin Robbins: Well, unfortunately he’s going to get that chance next week.
“Ghosts n’ Stuff” begins to play over the PA system and FPV with the People’s Title in hand fistbumps in unison with the music.
Zach Davis: Our following match is due to a long time rivalry.
Erin Robbins: Due what Oblivion mentioned in IT's last previous promo, D-Day and Oblivion had 18 matches in 4 years. They have battled AGAINST each other...
Zach Davis: And they have battled TOGETHER as tag team partners. That is why this match is so intriguing.
Erin Robbins: Based on what we have witnessed about Oblivion, who knows how long The Monster can the endure the constant damage IT does to IT's body. We might not be seeing Oblivion too much longer.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center. 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 lasers 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. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: Despite on what is going on with The Monster, personally, you can tell without any doubt, by the look on Oblivion's masked face, that this beast means business!!
The lights in the Bank of America Arena dim to pitch black. Bulletproof by 12 Stones blares in the speakers with lights swinging around the Arena, lighting up the darkness from the dimmed lights. In cue with the music, pyros of red, white and blue goes off along with the sound of BANG!!! from the entrance music. The pyros continue to go off on cue with the word being said. After the third pyro goes off, the spotlights focus on the entrance, of the stage, where Donald Deruty is standing with his head tilted down. He falls to his knees and throws his hands up in the air where a final set of multi-colored pyros is fired off. At the signal of the final pyro, the dimmed lights turn back on and light the whole arena with red, white, and blue lights. D-Day jumps to his feet as soon as the lights are back on. He takes his time walking down the ramp, as he gives high fives and shakes the hands of the fans.
Kyle Steel: Walking down to the ring.... From New York city... weighing in at 205 pounds.... THIS.... IS... D..... DAY-AY-AY-AY-AY-AY-Y-Y-Y!!
D-Day reaches ringside and he slowly walks up to the steel steps, where he goes one step at a time until he reaches the ropes where he enters the ring with a swagger-like hop to his walk. He looks up at the titan-tron where the sights of his memorial moments in his WCF career can be seen. The crowds cheer out for the New York native...
The crowd: D-DAY!! D-DAY!! D-DAY!! D-DAY!!
Zach Davis: At first, I would of said that this crowd was divided between the two combatants. But, now you can hear the loud cheers from this crow for D-Day.
D-Day and Oblivion circle the ring.
Erin Robbins: Both men are measuring up each other.
Both men walk to the center of the ring. Without the ability to tell who is saying what, both men continue to talk smack to each other.
Zach Davis: Oblivion puts out IT's right hand.
Erin Robbins: I think The Monster actually wants a handshake.
D-Day looks around, as the crowd screams out....
The crowd: NO-O-O!! DON'T DO IT!! YOU CANNOT TRUST THE MONSTER!!
Zach Davis: Even the crowd knows better to trust Oblivion.
Donald Deruty looks around, right before he slowly puts out his hand and they shake hands. Majority, of the crowd cheer as they shake hands.
Erin Robbins: Both men circle the ring and they collide into a collar and elbow tie up.
Oblivion uses IT's strength advantage and push D-Day into a corner. The Monster push Deruty's face back, as the referee intervenes and gets in between both Oblivion and D-Day.
Stanley Moser: Alright Oblivion backs off and walks away from Deruty... ONE!! TWO... THREE... FOUR... FI...
Zach Davis: Oblivion went to swing IT's clubbering bloody fist at D-Day, but The Monster missed, as D-Day dodges the attack.
D-Day moves out of the way and proceeds to...
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
D-Day strikes Oblivion with fists and kicks.
Erin Robbins: D-Day stuns The Monster!
D-Day proceeds to step back a few feet before charging at Oblivion and hitting The Monster with a dropkick.
Zach Davis: The Dark One stumbles out from the corner...
Erin Robbins: Swinging neckbreaker!!
The crowd erupts with thunderous cheers...
The crowd: D-DAY!! D-DAY!! D-DAY!! D-DAY!!
D-Day runs towards a corner and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Deruty looks around before leaping off the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: FROG SPLASH!!
The crowd: Ou-u-u-u!!
Erin Robbins: D-DAY MISSED THE FROG SPLASH!
Oblivion quickly gets up and....
Zach Davis: A THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE!!
Erin Robbins: The Monster is leaving the ring.
Zach Davis: This is technically no-dq match.
Oblivion grabs D-Day out of the ring...
...and right into the security padded railing.
WHAM!!- WHAM!!- WHAM!!- WHAM!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion proceeds to stomp down onto D-Day.
Oblivion dips down to grab for D-Day...
Erin Robbins: D-Day just struck Oblivion and the big man stumbles back.
While grabbing his ribs, D-Day stands up.....
Zach Davis: HOLY COW!!
The Monster charges and pushes D-Day back and rams his back into the padded security railing.
Erin Robbins: D-Day is in major pain now.
D-Day winces in pain, as Oblivion grabs a person's drink...
Zach Davis: HEEEEY!!
Oblivion removes the plastic lid, from the drink's cup. The Monster drinks most of the soda, before...
Oblivion tosses the contents of the cup at D-Day, that includes the liquid and ice.
Erin Robbins: A kick to the gut, from Oblivion!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion went to go for a ddt, but D-Day hold onto the security railing and Oblivion fell back and landed hard onto the padded area, near the security railing.
WHAM!!- WHAM!!- WHAM!!- WHAM!!
Erin Robbins: Now D-Day is stomping down on the body of The Monster Oblivion!!
D-Day grabs Oblivion and they walk several feet....
Zach Davis: Where did D-Day gather up all-l-l that strength and toss Oblivion into the ring side steps?!
Oblivion lands hard a couple of feet past the ring steps, dislodging the top part, of the ring steps. The crowd erupts with cheers.
The crowd: D-DAY!! D-DAY!! D-DAY!! D-DAY!!
D-Day slaps hands with the nearby fans. Oblivion begins to stir around, D-Day notices, as he bolts towards the dislodged ringsteps....
Erin Robbins: D-Day goes off running towards Oblivion!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion is on one knee, shaking off the effects from being tossed into the ringsteps.
D-Day runs and leaps onto the ringsteps and flies through the air...
Erin Robbins: Oblivion just snatched D-Day out from the air and power slammed him hard on the ringside area.
Oblivion stomps down onto D-Day, before picking him up.
Zach Davis: Oblivion slams a forearm against the side of IT's opponent's head!!
Oblivion slams against the security railing, but bounces off...
Erin Robbins: Float over ddt!!!
D-Day bounces back...
Zach Davis: Superkick!!
Oblivion collapses, face first down onto the mat.
D-Day walks over and grabs Oblivion, dragging him over to the other set of ringsteps and have The Monster lean up against them.
Erin Robbins: D-Day is running towards Oblivion....
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: D-Day just dropkicked Oblivion's head right off IT's shoulders.
Oblivion slumps down, as D-Day struggles to pick up The Monster.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is rolled into the ring.
D-Day follows behind and goes after The Monster....
D-Day: MY E-E-E-EEYES!!
Zach Davis: BLUE HAZE MIST!!
As D-Day stumbles around...
Erin Robbins: SAMOAN SLAM!!
Zach Davis: The Monster is going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
The crowd: ONE...
The crowd: TWO...
The crowd: THR...
Erin Robbins: D-Day kicked out!!
Oblivion grabs D-Day..
D-Day bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: Clothesline miss by Oblivion!!
D-Day bounces off the ropes... As does Oblivion...
DOUBLE CROSS BODY BLOCK!!
Erin Robbins: Both men are not moving...
Stanley Moser: ONE.. TWO... THREE... FOUR...
Oblivion first stands up and approaches D-Day....
Oblivion is grabbed and tossed into the turnbuckles, face first.
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
Zach Davis: D-Day is stomping Oblivion into a mud puddle!!
D-Day leaves the ring.
Erin Robbins: Where is D-Day going?
D-Day looks under the ring and pulls out...
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD D-DAY HAS A CHAIR!!
D-Day with chair in hand runs towards Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: HOT DAMN HERE WE GO!!
D-Day tosses the chair at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: The chair slams against Oblivion, as D-Day keeps charging at the Monster...
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion grabbed that chair and smashed it against the skull of D-Day.
Oblivion places the chair on top of the half broken body of D-Day. Oblivion trots over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd goes crazy!!
Zach Davis: I can barely hear myself think!!
Erin Robbins: You can think?
Zach Davis: HARDY HAR-HAR!!
Oblivion leaps off and it appears The Monster is going for a leg drop....
Erin Robbins: Oblivion misses the leg drop.
Quickly as possible Oblivion tries to recover but....
Zach Davis: D-Day just nailed Oblivion with a spinning kick!!
Erin Robbins: D-Day is going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
The crowd: ONE...
The crowd: TWO...
The crowd: THR...
D-Day slides out of the ring and looks under the ring....
Zach Davis: What does he have?!
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!!
Zach Davis: WE HAVE TABLES!!
D-Day slide the table under the bottom ring rope. Oblivion slides out of the ring, from under the bottom ring rope. The Monster looks under the ring...
Erin Robbins: What does Oblivion have?
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD... THE MONSTER HAS A LADDER!!
Oblivion slides the ladder into the ring. D-Day runs towards one end, of the ring and bolts towards the end, of the ring, where Oblivion is standing ringside.
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
D-Day dove through the middle and top ring ropes and lands on top of Oblivion, causing both to collapse against the ring side barriers. Oblivion gets up slow, but D-Day gets up a little quicker....
Erin Robbins: The ringside fans are going completely crazy, as both combatants are slugging it out!!
Oblivion slams a knee into the midsection of D-Day...
D-Day: Son of a-a-a bi-i-i-itch!!
as Oblivion picks up D-Day and hoists D-Day up in the air, Deruty flails his arms outwards as if trying to grab something, anything. The facial expression D-Day's face is a combination of shock and the anticipation of ht upcoming impact...
Zach Davis: Sit down power bomb!!
Oblivion grabs IT's left hamstring.
Erin Robbins: I think Oblivion hurt IT's leg when The Monster slammed down, ass first of the mats.
D-Day stirs a little, but grabs for his head, wrapping the arms around, in pain.
Zach Davis: Oblivion props up D-Day against the padded railing.
Oblivion runs towards the corner, of the ring. The Monster climbs up to the top turnbuckle, from the outside, of the ring.
Zach Davis: The Monster leaps....
Erin Robbins: Oblivion flies off the top turnbuckles and heads towards a leaning D-Day....
Zach Davis: The crowd stands up and watches Oblivion leaps off the turnbuckle and flies several feet. They watch with anticipation of the possible impact. Some, of the crowd, watch with their mouths open and the point with their fingers.
Zach Davis: D-Day moves out of the way!!
D-Day slides into the ring and props the ladder at an angle, leaning it against the ropes.
Erin Robbins: What does D-Day have in mind?
D-Day runs to the opposite end, of the ring and bolts towards the ladder and flies up the ladder and leaps off and flies over the top ring rope.
Zach Davis: OH.... MY.... DAW-AW-AWDD-D-D-D!!
Flashes from camera phones light up the arena.
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
D-Day flies through the air and sacrifices his own body by crashing right into The Monster. Both wrestlers collapse into a heap of broken bodies.
The crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!!
Both men slowly move and practically crawl to the ring and roll themselves into the ring. D-Day takes the first advantage and proceeds to chop block Oblivion down to the mat. D-Day once again leaves the ring and walks over to Kyle Steel and grabs for the time keeper's bell.
Erin Robbins: This is highly unusual for Donald Deruty!!
D-Day enters the ring, as Oblivion stands up and looks around with the ladder in hand.
Zach Davis: The Monster is looking around to see where D-Day is at.
Erin Robbins: D-Day is perched on the top turnbuckle!!
Oblivion collapses, as D-Day....
...Sets up the table and pulls it to the center. D-Day grabs the ladder and sets it up in betwwen the ropes and the placement of the table. D-Day grabs and drags Oblivion to the ladder.
Zach Davis: D-Day is crazy. Does he think he can grab and pick up Oblivion up THAT LADDER?!?!?
D-Day grabs and drags Oblivion up the ladder. Once at the top of the ladder...
Erin Robbins: Both men are fighting on top of the ladder.
Zach Davis: D-Day slams the head of The Monster down onto the top, of the ladder!!
D-Day struggles, but successfully places Oblivion on his shoulders...
Erin Robbins: WHAT IN THE HELL IS D-DAY GOING TO DO?!?!?
Zach Davis: NO! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
The table is shattered into what is presumed as a thousands slivers of pieces.
Erin Robbins: DEAD AND FORGOTTEN!!!
D-Day makes the struggling cover on Oblivion.
Stanley Moser slides into position...
The crowd: ONE...
The crowd: TWO...
The crowd: THREE-EE-EEE!!
Zach Davis: What a match!!
The crowd: THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH... D-DAA-A-A-A-AYYYY!!
Erin Robbins: HOT DAMN WHAT A MATCH!!
Backstage, we pick up Eric Price walking through the locker room. He finds "The Mack" Steve Orbit sitting on a bench, lacing his boots.
Steve Orbit: What's up Eric? Main event of Helloween, shit-- we got this, right?
Orbit holds his hand out for a pound, but Eric just looks at the hand.
Eric Price: I don't know what to make of you, Mack.
Orbit looks surprised by Eric's statement. He stands, facing Eric.
Steve Orbit: What's that supposed to mean?
Eric Price: Let’s see … I constantly observe you rubbing elbows with Jonny Fly … I just would like to know where your priorities are? Are you going to have my back, are young to have D-Day's back? Or are you going to sit outside the ring and eat chicken wings like you did at War?
Orbit shakes his head.
Steve Orbit: Are you serious, homie? Look, I know you got your issues with Fly, and that's fine-- it ain't got nothin' to do with me.
Eric Price: Nothing to do with you?! NO … it has everything to do with you and people like you and Jonny who do not take this business seriously! You two have been spending a lot of time together. Making business deals, hell, you're tagging with him in the main event tonight!
Steve Orbit: What's your point?
Eric Price: My point is watch the company you keep. Look who Jonny hangs around with … Sarah Twilight, he accepts her endorsement. He takes shortcuts. And you know who else is endorsed by Sarah Twililight?--
Orbit puts his hand up, cutting him off.
Steve Orbit: I see where you're going with this. Let me stop you right there. Listen to me, man, I hate S-PAC just as much as you do. You know I got unfinished business with Waylon Cash and his demon worshipping ass manager Scott Savage. I wanna beat S-PAC just as much as you do-- that's all that should matter.
Eric nods. There's a moment of awkward silence.
Eric Price: You know what, considering what we’ve been through you and I, I’m going to trust you for this match, based on the fact that we've never really had any issues between us. But I want you to understand this and understand this very clearly … if you cross me or if you don't show up ready to give a hundred and fifty percent at Helloween, then you and I are going to have a major problem.
Steve Orbit: You ain't gotta worry about me, Eric.
Eric extends his hand, and Orbit shakes it.
Steve Orbit: What about D-Day, though? Are you sure we can trust his ass? I mean, the dude was masked up, runnin' around here causin' all kinda trouble for so long -- how do we know he's really down with us?
Eric Price: ... That’s a fair question. It's only one night -- one match. We have a common enemy. But I'll have my eye on him...
Eric turns to walk away... but stops short.
Eric Price: And you, too.
Eric leaves. Orbit sits back down on the bench. Fade out.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind.
Kyle Steel: introducing first from Macon, Georgia weighing in at 230 lbs accompanied by Scott Savage, "The Hellbilly" WAYLON CASH!!!
He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. more booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
Zach Davis: Waylon looks ready to fight tonight.
Erin Robbins: well of course he's ready for a fight it is Sunday and this is Slam.
The lights turn to a blood red as the crowd stands up on their feet, as "Ghosts 'n Stuff" hits the P.A and FPV, signature duster and "Franky The Boudle Slayer" T-Shirt, comes out the curtains with the Peoples championship around his waist.
Kyle Steel: AND now making his way to the ring from Atlanta, Georgia weighing in at 205 pounds yours peoples champion "Franky The Boudle Slayer" FPV.
He plays to excited crowd like a circus ringmaster, fist bumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fist bump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.
Zach Davis: Here comes the peoples champion FPV but this is a non title match but that dosent change the fact that FPV isn't going to take it easy on Waylon Cash.
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 lotus position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Erin Robbins: u gotta be joking Zach, Waylon is gonna make the peoples champion beg for mercy.
Both men are in the ring the bell rings and the match begins with Waylon Cash attacking FPV while he was pumping the crowd up.
Zach Davis: come on what a dirty move.
Erin Robbins: Zach quit ur whining you know very well theirs no rules in WCF matches anymore thanks in part to our new owner Sarah twilight.
Waylon grabs FPV and rakes the eyes again and again and again after the ref pulls him off of FPV Waylon goes back on the attack grabbing FPV and going for a snap suplex but FPV reverses it into his own Snap suplex and goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: WOW two quick pins a lot of back and fourth action in this one Erin.
Erin Robbins: and we have only just begun can't wait to see how this one unfolds.
FPV gets up as Waylon cash hits him from behind with a double axle handle and Waylon goes to the outside looks under the ring and finds a kendo stick.
Erin Robbins: well let the fun begin.
Cash slides in the ring measures up FPV as he gets up Cash swings and FPV ducks and hits cash a clothesline and FPV takes the Kendo stick and throws in out of the ring wagging his finger at Cash saying not this way cash dosent realize he threw the kendo stick right at Scott Savage.
Erin Robbins: Savage looks pissed Hes getting on the ropes.
Zach Davis: Savage get down from their your not in this match.
Savage is yelling at FPV distracting FPV allowing Cash to come from behind and hits him with a chop block and FPV drops to grabbing his knee wincing in pain savage and cash smirk to each other as Savage hands the kendo Stick back to Cash who gets this grin on his face as he turns back to FPV's legs hitting his knee over and over and over again FPV just screaming in pain rolls out of the ring to try and by some time to no luck cash is after him cash sizing him up and goes to smash the stick only to have FPV duck and trip Cash into the barricade.
Zach Davis: oh he will definitely be feeling that one tomorrow now get up Frank.
Erin Robbins: OH Shut up Zach Frank got lucky he dont stand a chance to win this match.
FPV grabs the Kendo Stick and with out a second thought whales Cash in the back over and over and over again as the crowd is cheering FPV on FPV grabs cash and tosses him back in the ring.
Cash is tossed back into the ring as FPV goes to attack Cash again Scott savage comes into the ring and spears FPV folding him in half he helps Waylon Cash to his feet and then points to FPV and says Finish him Cash smiles and evil smile as he walks over picks up Fpv and hits the Peach Street Slam and goes for the pin.
The ref rings the bell as the crowd is boooing heavily .
Kyle Steel: Your winner by pin fall "The Hellbilly" WAYLON CASH!!!
Zach Davis: WHAT A BULL SHIT FINISH WAYLON CASH AND SCOTT SAVAGE SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THEMSELVES.
Erin Robbins: Zach Zach Zach calm yourself down like i said before theirs no rules in WCF anymore Waylon won the match fare and square.
“The Only One” by Evanescene is playing already as Sarah Twilight is already standing in the ring, microphone in hand with a scowl on her face as the booing crowd is chanting all sorts of obscenities at her.
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight already in the ring here.
Sarah Twilight: And you’re all mindless sheep … what’s your point?
Crowd continues to boo loudly at her
Sarah Twilight: I’m out here to announce that at Helloween … we will once again have a Hellimination match!
Sarah Twilight: As you idiots know, last year I won the Hellimination match for my team and now this year, who will the losers be in that match? I say losers because no one is as good as I am but we will have the team of S-PAC take on the team of D-Day, Steve Orbit, and crybaby bitch Eric Price! This is not going to be some fucking elimination match by pinfall or submission, that’s stupid! I want to see someone get hurt, I want to see someone get maimed, these men will suffer in this match and with that said, this match will be a Hellimination Bloodbath Match! This means that the only way to eliminate someone from a team is to make them bleed!
Crowd cheers loudly
Sarah Twilight: But I have one more thing to announce. Because only I am what a real main event is about and because I want to see the action up close and ensure the suffering, I will be the special guest referee for this match!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: Our magnanimous leader is volunteering to put herself in harms way … what a great visionary!
Zach Davis: She’s just out to make sure everyone in this company is taken out. What a sick, sadistic…
Erin Robbins: Brilliant boss!
“Everyone’s Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system as the Seattle crowd gets to their feet cheering as Sarah simply turns toward the entrance stage with a look of disgust on her face.
Zach Davis: Oh … this is not going to end well.
Erin Robbins: What is he doing out here?! Interrupting our great leader!
Eric walks out with the same sport coat, t-shirt, and pants as earlier with a microphone in hand as his music fades away and he walks toward the ring slowly. Instead of walking into the ring however, he walks around the ring toward the ring announcers’ desk.
Eric Price: Oh Sarah … you continue to be a cold, heartless, and demanding bitch.
Crowd cheers loudly as Sarah just glares at him
Eric Price: But before I get to you … let me stop by here at the announcer’s table. You know Erin … we hired, well actually, Sarah hired you during my tenure running this company and I always thought you were an interesting pick because you had a knack of delivering commentary with a unique perspective.
Eric starts rifling through his coat pocket for something…
Eric Price: But I’ve listened to you since that gutter slut in the ring stabbed me in the back and it hit me … I should bring you a present.
Zach Davis: What’s this now?
Erin Robbins: Oh this should be good.
Eric Price: I’ve listened to you consistently praise Sarah Twilight so it’s only fitting that you have this.
Eric gives Erin the gift, which appears to be a small roll of chapstick.
Eric Price: I don’t want your lips to get chapped from having them permanently glued to Sarah’s backside so I figure you could use some of this.
Crowd cheers loudly
Crowd: Ass kisser! Ass kisser! Ass kisser!
Zach Davis: Hahaha … that’s great, truly deserved Erin!
Erin Robbins: This is not funny, not funny at all.
Zach Davis: I think it’s hilarious!
Eric now turns his attention toward the ring and starts walking into it as he confronts Sarah
Eric Price: So let me get this straight, you’ve turned the traditional Hellimination match into basically a first blood elimination match?! Is that right? That’s fine with me. It just gives me even more reason to decimate S-PAC but you know what, this is not about that match right now, right now it’s about you and me!
Sarah Twilight: Listen fucker…
Eric Price: NO … YOU LISTEN … SHUT YOUR MOUTH! You’re going to listen to me for once! We’ve heard you drone on and on for weeks now but it’s time you and I have a talk because I certainly have had a lot to say since what you did to me a month ago and it’s time we air this out!
Sarah Twilight simply glares at Eric with disgust but doesn’t physically attack him for some unknown reason
Eric Price: You know it’s funny Sarah … clearly you had planned to betray me but it’s funny how certain people came back only after you took me out. People like … oh I don’t know … Jonny Fly for one. Your World Champion, the man you endorsed, the guy who consistently takes his ball home when he doesn’t get his way, the guy who ran this company and did a whole bunch of nothing with stagnant concepts and stagnant ratings, the guy who during the War match instead of compete like a real athlete sat outside the ring eating fried chicken and playing Parcheesi during more than half of the match. And you endorse him? I guess if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, am I right Sarah?
Sarah Twilight: Listen you asshole, don’t pretend you understand what I’m doing. See … I don’t care but the fact is I am going to make you and these people miserable, make no mistake about it. Jonny Fly sees it similarly.
Eric Price: I don’t pretend to understand anything; I am simply stating facts as they are. Speaking of facts, you remember at War when I pinned you for the 1 – 2 – 3, now that was fun! But that’s neither here nor there, so you and Jonny are here to cause misery … I can see you causing misery considering what you did to Lilith earlier tonight … although considering I hated that psychotic bitch as well, I think you did us all a favor. But Jonny … how’s he going to make us miserable? Is he going to talk during the show? Is he going to bore us by wrestling a match and making everyone hit his or her remote controls in a panic to switch the channel?
Sarah Twilight: You are so jealous of Jonny Fly simply because he’s the World Champion and you’re not. You’re so fucking jealous, I find it amusing to see how pathetic you are that you can’t beat him.
Eric Price: Oh I can’t beat him? This coming from the woman who lost to him … TWICE! Besides … this last time he won War, you were running the company, you could have very well ensured he wasn’t here but instead what did you do, the second I was out of power, you allowed him to come back as you gave Jay Price a job as CFO. Who knows, maybe you have a guaranteed World Title shot in the works by doing this.
Sarah’s face shows even more contempt and disgust for Eric Price.
Eric Price: Judging by the look on your face, I can tell you don’t like where I’m going with that. But I suppose we can remind everyone of the new Eric Price t-shirt here … let’s see … 113 days as World Champion whereas … here I am pinning you and you’re only guaranteed fresh for 90 days, about the length of your title reign until people get sick and tired of you, isn’t that right?
Sarah Twilight: Get out motherfucker otherwise I’ll kill you. The only reason I haven’t completely decimated you right now is because I’m still in a good mood over what I did to Lilith.
Eric Price: Or what Sarah, you’re gonna fire me?! Go ahead, FIRE ME! Fire me like you fired Seth two weeks ago for simply bringing me back. Why are you so angry that I’m here … is it because I beat you at War, is that it? Is it because you know I’ve got your number? Is it because you know at Helloween I’m going to humiliate S-PAC and then I’ll go on to beat your little champion for his title sending him packing? See Sarah … this little conspiracy, this little insiders club you have going on is going to end soon. You may have your handpicked few but no one likes them and their time is ticking away because you’re the only one who would support them but when you’re out of the picture … they’ll be gone just as quickly.
Sarah Twilight: Try me.
Eric Price: You see, you think at Helloween being the special referee is going to create problems for me but the way I see it, it just gives me an excuse to beat the hell out of you … AGAIN!
Sarah gets right in Eric’s face and glares at him
Sarah Twilight: You put your hands on me and I’LL DECIMATE YOU and then I’ll fire you for fun!
Eric smiles at Sarah
Eric Price: Is that a fact? Well in that case, since I have nothing to lose, why don’t I finish that little personal story I was going to tell about you two weeks ago on Slam. You remember at …
Eric’s microphone is cut off as Eric continues speaking but then just smirks at Sarah and Sarah takes a punch at Eric as Eric then takes a punch at her…
Zach Davis: And here we go, Eric Price and Sarah Twilight going at it already!
Erin Robbins: What is this?! He can’t put his hands on our boss like that!
Eric punches Sarah again and Sarah punches Eric again. Eric tries to set her up for the Ca$h Flow but Sarah slips out of the ring and leaves simply shaking her head with a microphone still in hand.
Sarah Twilight: You’re just not worth it Eric Price. You’re nothing but a weakling and a bitch!
Eric just shakes his head as he raises his hands toward the crowd and asks for another microphone
Eric Price: Seattle, let’s let Sarah know what we really think of her.
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Eric Price: And bitch … I’ll see you next week at Helloween.
Eric drops the microphone as the crowd cheers for him and Sarah simply glares at him with a lot of obvious anger on her face as she heads back up the ramp looking at him.
Zach Davis: Well the battle lines are clearly drawn, Sarah Twilight is the special guest referee for the Hellimination Bloodbath Match, which will be first blood, it’s going to be brutal!
Erin Robbins: But what a moron, Eric Price is for putting his hands on the boss, no way he’s walking out the winner next week!
Zach Davis: I don’t think he cares, I think he just wants to inflict pain on Sarah Twilight! Eric Price, Donald Deruty otherwise known as D-Day, and Steve Orbit take on S-PAC with Sarah Twilight as the official, our main event is going to be explosive. Folks, see you live next week at Helloween!
Zach Davis: What a night we've had so far! And it shows no signs of slowing down. Up next, the WCF World Champion Jonny Fly teams with Steve Orbit to take on the new WCF Tag Team Champions, John Gable and Benjamin Atreyu. This is going to be one hell of a contest for sure!
Erin Robbins: You have to wonder exactly why our lovely owner, Sarah Twilight would pair Fy and Orbit together? She didn't seem to have any trouble with seeing Gable and Atreyu crowned the Tag Champions ... but her endorsement of Fly was very public.
Zach Davis: Orbit and Fly having a bit of a one upsmanship contest between them as of late. You have to wonder if they can work together here tonight? Or was this all part of Sarah's plan in the first place? If there's one thing I know, it's that you never trust a snake like Sarah Twilight.
Erin Robbins: Oh please. Sarah is very honest in the fact that she just wants violence. Anyway, let's get this started. I can't wait!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.....
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Benjamin Atreyu and John Gable walk out with the tag team titles over their shoulders.
Kyle Steel: Being accompanied to the ring by Scott Savage .... they are the WCF Tag Team Champions, JOHN GABLE and BENJAMIN ATREYU!!!
They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding the titles high for everyone to see. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents ...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane.
Kyle Steel: First, from Oakland, California ... weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds ... he is "The Mack" STEVE ORBIT!!!
He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Kyle Steel: From New York, New York ... weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds ... he is the WCF World Heavyweight Champion ... JONNY FLY!!!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponents before finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: Our Tag Team Champions ready to go. Orbit is ready, Fly is amped up! This thing is about to explode!
Erin Robbins: It looks like Gable will start things out with Orbit.
Referee Charles Whitman calls for the bell as The Mack locks up with Gable in a collar and elbow tie up. Gable shoots this into a side headlock quickly and plants Orbit on the canvas with a takeover, still holding the headlock. He wrenches it once, and lets go He rises back to his feet, looking down at Orbit with a slight smirk. Orbit makes his way back to his feet, nodding his head and motioning Gable to bring it.
Zach Davis: Gable trying some one upsmanship early on with Orbit. Perhaps a slight at the recent contests between Orbit and Fly?
Erin Robbins: Orbit looks focused, he's not worried about any of that. But Gable is smart to try and remind Orbit of the light tension between himself and Fly. He's hoping that might come into play.
Orbit and Gable with another collar and elbow tie up. Again, Gable shoots this into a side headlock. This time however, Orbit shoves Gable off into the ropes. Leapfrog on the return by Orbit, Gable bounces off the ropes again and into a belly to belly suplex courtesy of Orbit. There is a loud pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Beautiful belly to belly. Steve Orbit taking control in the early goings.
Erin Robbins: Gable doesn't look too pleased with how that exchange turned out.
Gable makes it back to his feet and turns around into a running Orbit who PLANTS the actor with a spear. Orbit jumps back to his feet and makes a circle around the ring, fired up.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is definitely fired up. After how we left things two weeks ago ... he is showing Sarah Twilight that he is not affected by whatever she is going to throw at him.
Erin Robbins: Orbit should be grateful that he was given this opportunity and was placed in the ring with our World Champion.
Gable rolls to his side, clutching his abdomen as he writhes in pain. He is slow back to his feet, still holding his gut. Orbit hooks him up from behind and pulls him up and over into an almost flawless German suplex. He hangs onto it for the pinfall attempt. Witman in position.
Gable shoots off of the bridge by Orbit and forces his way out of the attempt before three.
Zach Davis: Near fall there by Orbit. Gable manages to kick out before three.
Erin Robbins: As fired up as Orbit may be, he isn't going to put Gable away that easily.
Gable rolls to his side and tries to regroup as Orbit gets back to his feet after the near fall. Orbit stalking Gable and hauls him up by the head, locking him into a suplex position. Orbit for the snap, but Gable blocks it with one of his legs, instead, she sends Orbit crashing to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Orbit's head bounces off the canvas HARD. Gable recollects himself.
Zach Davis: Just like that the tide has shifted. Gable buying himself some time!
Erin Robbins: Atreyu and Fly eagerly awaiting a tag on either end of the ring.
Zach Davis: Gable pulling himself back to his feet...and he's not done yet!
Gable, infuriated with the early offense by Orbit, starts stomping away at The Mack. Boots to his chest, gut and head. This is followed by some stinging elbow drops. There is about a total of five of them, one after another. Orbit is dazed a bit now.
Erin Robbins: Gable's vicious side emerging here tonight. Methodically picking away at Orbit.
Zach Davis: John Gable has transformed so very much over the last several months. He says this is where he belongs ... in the main event and he is doing a decent job of proving that right now.
Orbit staggers back to his feet and Gable is waiting, taking The Mack over with a Northern Lights suplex, bridging for a pinfall attempt of his own. Charles Whitman slides into position.
NO! Orbit fights his way out before three.
Zach Davis: A near fall by Gable now! That was close!
Erin Robbins: S-PAC has one goal in mind tonight ... walk away with a victory over Orbit and Fly. Honestly, they might well do it.
Orbit and Gable both make their way back to their feet. Gable with a running shoulder tackle, sending Orbit back down to the canvas. The crowd is booing a bit and now, Gable to his corner, tagging Atreyu into the match. Atreyu enters the ring and picks up where Gable left off, leveling Orbit with a knee lift, just as The Mack was starting back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Atreyu now in this match up for the first time.
Erin Robbins: Ever since Benjamin Atreyu returned and aligned himself with S-PAC, he too has had quite a bit of a mean streak to him that has been growing. These men are hungry. They are in the ring with a former world champion and the current world champion. They look to make the most of it.
Atreyu hauls Orbit to his feet, sending him for an Irish whip into the ropes. On the return he catches Orbit with a lifting spear and DROPS him down with a spinebuster. Atreyu jumps on immediately for the cover. Whitman into position.
NO! Orbit manages to shoot a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: And ANOTHER near fall against Orbit. He really needs to tag out.
Erin Robbins: I agree, Atreyu is fresh, Orbit has been taking a lot of punishment. Fly is almost frothing at the mouth wanting to get into this thing.
Zach Davis: Orbit needs to create separation and try and make it to his corner.
Atreyu again hauls Orbit to his feet, but this time, Orbit catches him by surprise with a jawbreaker drop! Atreyu bounces up as his jaw connects with Orbit's skull and he hits the mat HARD. Orbit shakes off the cobwebs and makes his way slowly to his feet. Atreyu also starts making his way up, a bit dazed. Orbit grabs hold of Atreyu's arm and takes him right back down with a short-arm clothesline. The Mack wastes no time as he now hauls Atreyu up, dragging him towards the corner. Orbit with a tag out to Fly as he lifts Atreyu for a backbreaker. Fly climbs the turnbuckle. Orbit drops Atreyu over his knee as Fly leaps from the top with a legdrop across Atreyu's throat at the same exact time.
Zach Davis: And this match up has again taken a turn! Great team work there by Orbit and Fly. Atreyu on defense now and he is in trouble.
Erin Robbins: They wanted some of Fly and now they're going to get it. This should be interesting to say the least.
Atreyu is still reeling from the effects of the backbreaker and legdrop combination as he sits up to try and get himself together. Though he gets no reprieve as just when he sits up, Fly rushes him with a NASTY running knee to the face that sends him right back down to the canvas. He immediately goes for the cover. Whitman slides into position.
NO! Atreyu shoots a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Fly now with a near fall. The action back and forth in this highly competitive contest!
Erin Robbins: Fly with a take no prisoners attitude. He came here to ... well to just be Jonny Fly. Doing a great job of it as usual.
Atreyu is still pretty dazed as he struggles back to his feet. Fly is up and waiting, and as Benjy gets to his feet, he is sent right back down with a spinning snap neckbreaker. Fly doesn't relent. He follows up with some nasty stomps to the face. Atreyu is covering up.
Erin Robbins: This is exactly what we're talking about. Keep him down, keep him grounded and keep him weary. That is the approach he needs to take, and she's doing just that.
Zach Davis: Atreyu finding out first hand just how vicious Fly can be.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu is no slouch at all. He is after all one half of the tag champions. If Fly makes a mistake, he's going to find out exactly how much Atreyu's raw power can be a deciding factor in any contest.
Fly measures Atreyu again, and as he makes it to one knee, he is already on him SMASHING his face into the canvas with a DDT. Atreyu is again dazed after the continued shots to the head. Fly remains on the offensive as Atreyu again makes it to his knees, rushing into the ropes for a dropkick to the face on the return. However, he never gets the opportunity as when he hits the ropes, Gable sends a clubbing blow into the back of his head from behind. He stumbles forward into Atreyu's waiting arms as he hauls him up for a pumphandle suplex. Fly writhes on the mat and Atreyu follows up going for the pinfall attempt, hooking the leg. Whitman is again in position.
NO! Fly shoots a shoulder up!
Zach Davis: And just like that. Atreyu with a powerful comeback after an assist from Gable.
Erin Robbins: Now this is where things are going to get bad for Fly. Atreyu is going to change the pace to his liking and that means trouble.
Atreyu hauls Fly up by the hair, sending off a few HARSH headbutts at him, dazing the World Champion. He follows this up with a slowly executed, methodical Hangman's neckbreaker. He smiles as he hears the sickening crack as he drops him down against the back of his shoulder. Benjy sits there for just a split second before rolling himself over into another pinfall attempt. This time he hooks up both of Fly's legs. Whitman again is there for the count.
NO! Again Fly shoots his shoulder up. Atreyu slaps the mat in frustration.
Zach Davis: A sigh of relief by Steve Orbit, who is still watching on intently.
Erin Robbins: That was a VERY close call there. Atreyu is methodically picking apart Fly.
Atreyu hauls Fly back to his feet and walks him over toward his own corner, tagging Gable back into the match. The two men use a bit of teamwork of their own as they each grab one of his arms, pulling him away from the turnbuckle and then in unison YANKING him back into it HARD. His back connects with the turnbuckle and he yells out in pain as he stumbles forward. Gable wastes no time as he sends a knee into his face and follows up with a snap DDT, planting him into the canvas. He rolls Fly over for the cover, and again Charles Whitman in position for the count.
NO! Fly shoots his shoulder up yet AGAIN.
Zach Davis: Another near fall and another kick out. But how much longer can it go on? Fly enduring quite a bit of punishment. Steve Orbit eager to get back in this. But can Fly get himself away from enemy territory?
Erin Robbins: I don't know Zach. Atreyu and Gable have done an excellent job of cutting the ring in half, keeping Fly where they want him and they keep bringing the offense. Sound strategy.
Gable now pulls Fly to his feet and hoists him up over his shoulders for a Samoan drop. However, Fly changes the momentum slightly as he wraps his arms and legs over Gable's arms and instead pulls him down into a crucifix pinning combination. Whitman again for the count.
Gable battles out of the attempt before three. He sends a kick into Fly's ribs as he hops up, surprised.
Zach Davis: Fly still in this thing with a near fall of his own. Though that just seemed to anger John Gable.
Erin Robbins: I don't know how much more he can endure. Gable and Atreyu both have been dishing it out pretty heavily and the longer this keeps up...I just don't know.
Gable brings Fly back to his feet again and looks to end this as he locks him up for an inverted brainbuster attempt. Looking for City Lights! However, he sends a kick up at his face that backs the actor off. He immediately rushes back in at Fly, but he sends him up and over unexpectedly with a vertical suplex that rattles him. Fly falls back to the canvas, having pulled off that last flurry of offense out of instinct alone. Fly is down, Gable is down. Both look to make it to their corners.
Zach Davis: That was the opening that Fly needed! Now if he can just make it to his corner before Gable does.
Erin Robbins: He's had a LOT taken out of him. Gable is shaken a bit, but he's still a lot fresher than Fly is. I don't know how this will turn out.
Fly starts crawling toward his corner. Gable is making his way to his own corner. And Gable reaches his first, tagging Atreyu back into the match. Fly is inching his way towards Orbit when Atreyu grabs hold of his ankle, stopping him. The crowd boos loudly.
Zach Davis: Atreyu effectively preventing Fly from making the tag!
Erin Robbins: He is in a lot of trouble here. Orbit is practically BEGGING to get back in the match!
Atreyu drags him back toward the center of the ring. Fly hops up on one leg, still reaching out for the tag. Atreyu still has hold of his other ankle. Finally, Fly turns and using his free leg, he shoots up with a SHARP enziguri kick to the side of Atreyu's head! The SNAP of his boot against his skull is loud as it echoes through the arena. Atreyu's eyes glaze over for a moment as he drops down to his knees, definitely dazed by the sudden kick.
Zach Davis: Atreyu is out of it!
Erin Robbins: Here's his chance!
Fly now LEAPS toward his corner, tagging in a fresh and fired up Steve Orbit. The Mack rushes the ring as Atreyu stumbles between remaining on his knees, to a semi standing position. The decision is quickly made for him as Orbit BLASTS him with a clothesline before rushing the opposite corner and knocking Gable down from the apron.
Zach Davis: Orbit back into it and he's ON FIRE!
Erin Robbins: What a shift in momentum. Atreyu and Gable find themselves in trouble at this point.
Atreyu stumbles back to his feet after the clothesline and Orbit with a DEVASTATING spinebuster! Atreyu is down on the canvas and Orbit wastes no time getting to the top of the turnbuckle. Atreyu has no time to catch his breath as Orbit JUMPS off the turnbuckle into a somersault senton splash!
Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH!
Erin Robbins: It's over!
Gable is back up on the outside and slides back into the ring. Fly meets him with a superkick out of nowhere. Gable hits the canvas and rolls back to his feet and Fly follows up with a tilt-a-whirl neckbreaker that sends Gable tumbling to the outside. Orbit hooks the leg on Atreyu, Whitman in position!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners...."The Mack" STEVE ORBIT, and The WCF World Champion, JONNY FLY!!!
Zach Davis: WHAT A CONTEST! The action never ceased from bell to bell! WOW!
Erin Robbins: This was a hell of a fight. There is no question about that. Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit know it too. They had their work cut out for them, but they emerged with the victory and that's what counts.
Zach Davis: Wow! We are rounding out this edition of Slam in top form. The last Slam before we head to Helloween comes to a close as Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit celebrate a VERY hard fought victory!
We fade out.
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