Backstage at the arena, Eric Price approaches his locker room, bags in hand and swings the door open. As the door opens, Eric's nose twitches as it is assaulted by an odd, pungent metallic smell. As Eric throws his bags down he kicks the door closed behind him, as if on instinct he turns and looks and the closed door, a confused and slightly shocked expression on his face he takes a step closer to investigate what appears to be blood dripping down the closed door, it is then he notices the words scrawled above the door.
The words are in the same, almost certainly blood, reddish substance and the handwriting appears extremely childlike, they read:
Ashes. Ashes. All fall down....
After the last dot a single red rose has been nailed into the wooden door frame with a very large black nail, from which more of the bloody liquid drips.
Kyle Steel: The next match will be one fall, introducing first, from Buffalo New York, weighing in at 270 lbs....Kevin!
“Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-A-Lot plays and out walks Kevin. He starts breaking it down on the entryway as women throw their underwear at him.
Zach Davis: This is the first time we've seen Kevin, one of the many new faces we've had around here.
Erin Robbins: Not impressed with Kevin, or any of the other losers who keep showing up.
Zach Davis: Erin, give him a chance to show us what he's got.
He throws them back, but always keeps a pair and puts in his left pocket since he’s left handed. Then he walks down the ramp slapping hands with the fans, but when he sees a nerd, he punches them in the face. Then he slides into the ring and poses on one of the turnbuckles as the fans cheer him. Then he gets ready for the match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Santa Monica, California, weighing in at 275 lbs....Tyler Walker!
Zach Davis: These two men have similar builds and backgrounds. This should be an interesting contest.
Erin Robbins: 'Yawn" tell me when the under card is over. I don't know why Ms. Twilight even puts up with these clowns.
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
DING DING DING
Kevin and Walker walk up to each other, eyes locked, and Walker strikes a pose. Not to be outdone, Kevin strikes one as well.
Zach Davis: A pose off. Showing the physique that both men have worked hard for.
Erin Robbins: Now I see why she keeps them around. Nice move Boss Lady.
Tyler raises his hands in a show of strength, and Kevin accepts. They lock hands and begin to struggle. Back and forth they go, pretty much even. With a shift of weight to his front foot, Kevin takes the advantage, pushing Walker back on his heels. The crowd begins to cheer for Kevin.
Crowd: Kevin! Kevin! Kevin!
An infuriated Walker kicks Kevin in the gut, causing him to break his grip and double over.
Zach Davis: And there's the experience showing from Walker. A cheap trick to gain the advantage
Erin Robbins: That's just thinking outside the box. Using what's available.
Zach Davis: That's cheating!
Erin Robbins: Not when everything's legal it's not.
Crowd: Boo! Boo!
Seizing the advantage, Tyler steps in quickly and hits a gut wrench power-bomb. He moves in for a cover
Zach Davis: And Kevin kicks out at 2 1/2!
Erin Robbins: Slow count! I saw that!
Walker runs to the ropes and bounces off, arm extended for a clothesline. and meets the boot of Kevin knocking him clean off his feet.
Zach Davis: And the rookie makes a comeback. Let's see if he can take the advantage!
Kevin slides in for a cover
Erin Robbins: And Walker kicks out! If he stayed down that easy, Sarah wouldn't keep him around.
Kevin grabs his opponent and stands him up. He grabs his opponent in a front face-lock, and sets him up for a suplex, picking him up and holding him there before sending him crashing down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Stalling suplex from Kevin, let's see if its enough!
Erin Robbins: Kick Out!
Zach Davis: He needs to come up with something more to keep Walker down.
Kevin runs to the ropes, intending to come off with a shoulder tackle, but instead meets a waiting Walker, who hits a double axehandle smash to the face.
Zach Davis: And Tyler counters with the Batters Up! Kevin looks like he's out of it.
Erin Robbins: How can you tell?
Zach Davis: ...
Tyler picks up a stunned Kevin and hits the pump handle side slam
Zach Davis: The Jock Jam! He hits the Jock Jam. It's all over for the newcomer!
Erin Robbins: He can Jock Jam me anytime!
Zach Davis: The match Erin, talk about the match.
Zach Davis: Kick out!
Somehow Kevin kicked out!
Tyler picks up Kevin and whips him into the ropes, clearly looking for another axehandle blow, but instead meets a clothesline that knocks both men to the ground.
Zach Davis: That clothesline took a lot out of both men. The first one to his feet will have a great advantage.
Erin Robbins: Lucky shot!
Kevin uses the ropes to pull himslef up, and sets up for a te Heismann. A staggered Walker turns just in time to see Kevin roaring out of the corner and slaming into him.
Zach Davis: A victory for Kevin!
Kevin gets up and begins celebrating as Biohazard hits the ring to check on his fallen tag team partner. Kevin yells that Biohazard is a nerd, which of course enrages Biohazard. Biohazard attacks Kevin!
Erin Robbins: OH NO!
But of course GEORGE comes out of nowhere and attacks Biohazard! George lifts Biohazard up and hits his Nerd Killer!
Zach Davis: What a debut for George and Kevin! They've left BioWalker laying at their feet.
George and Kevin celebrate now as Biohazard and Walker hold their respective heads in pain.
Hank Brown: Ladies and gentle, at this time, I have with me, the current tag-team champions, who will be acting a special guest ring announcer, time keeper, and referee, S-PAC.
The camera pulls out from Hank Brown standing back stage and shows S-PAC all joyfully drinking and celebrating. John Gable is wearing a pair of incredibly baggy dress pants, oversized shoes, a bowler cap, and an odd small moustache. Waylon is wearing a tacky neon-orange 70’s racing jacket with a fake thick moustache. Benjamin, on the other hand, is dressed as his normal self.
Hank Brown: Gentlemen, I’m sorry to interrupt.
The three members S-PAC quiet down as they see Hank Brown meekishly looking over at them.
Hank Brown: but I have to ask, what are you doing?
Waylon Cash: Well, considering we were all pretty busy last week preparing for our match-up, we didn’t really get a chance to celebrate Halloween at all, so we are taking tonight to do so.
Hank Brown: But, what about your spots as special guests…
Benjamin Atreyu: For the number one contenders match? No problem, it’ll be easy. Waylon’s gonna call it down the middle, I got to say some names, and Gable has to his a bell a few times. It isn’t rocket science.
Hank Brown: Well, I wouldn’t say…
Benjamin Atreyu: Say what? Look, Hank. Nobody comes to these events to see people like you or Kyle Steel. They come to see us wrestlers, we’ve got the hard job. We travel around the world and put our bodies on the line every night for these ingrates. It’ll actually be nice to sit in the easy chair tonight.
Hank Brown pauses for a moment, trying to gather himself so he doesn’t go off on Benjamin Atreyu in mid-interview.
Hank Brown: Well, I guess since its been brought up. What are you guys dressed as?
Waylon Cash: Well, Turkey boy over there is Charlie Chaplin, obviously.
Hank Brown: And you?
Waylon Cash: Really? J.J. McClure from The Cannonball Run!
Hank Brown: And what are you supposed to be, Mister Atreyu?
Benjamin Atreyu: Better than you.
Benjamin smirks as Hank Brown once again refrains from retaliating.
Benjamin Atreyu: Look here, Hanky Panky. This isn’t just a matter of a publicity stunt to sell more tickets by making us apart of this match, this is a matter of allowing us to get a look at who we think might be worthy to face us for our titles. See, we aren’t like so many other ‘sit-back-champions’ who get a few tomatoes and keep tip-toeing around to keep their titles, we want to face the best. We want to defend our titles any chance we get to show the kind of prestige they could have.
Hank Brown: and getting drunk during a WCF event is going to help that, how?
Benjamin Atreyu: Oh, come off it. This is a time of celebration. Wrestling might have a chance again, and if you want to spoil it, by being a negative nelly, you can do so somewhere else.
Hank Brown: I, as a member of the WCF…
Benjamin Atreyu: Jesus, get over yourself, Hank.
All of S-PAC walk out of camera view, but can still be heard as they laugh and continue to enjoy themselves, Hank Brown just sighs as the shot fades.
'Cocky' by Kid Rock blasts out of the PA system as Dan DiStoner walks out onto the stage as the fans cheer loudly, he then makes his way down the ramp ignoring the fans on his way.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen...please welcome to the ring...from Columbus, Ohio...weighing in at 260 pounds! 'The Innovator Of Extreme'...Dan...DiStoner!
DiStoner reaches the ring and he rolls under the bottom rope before climbing the turnbuckle and looks out at the cheering fans, he smirks before climbing back down as 'Cocky' fades out.
The lights dim as "Goldie" by ASAP Rocky hits the PA. Red strobelights shower the arena. When the music picks up, Diablo Calzone appears at the entranceway with manager Bobby Cairo at his side. Calzone pauses at the top of the ramp and sneers into the camera lens. Diablo flexes his muscles while a sparkly pyrotechnics display shoots off behind him. Cairo applauds his client, all the while a confident smile is plastered on his face. They stride to the ring in lockstep, with Cairo condemning the fans for booing his client, while the ultra-determined Calzone keeps his eyes focused on the ring.
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Head full of steam, Calzone runs at DiStoner and Clotheslines him down. DiStoner hits the mat, gets back up; Calzone irish whips him. Tries to, that is, as DiStoner reverses it, sending Calzone into the ropes instead. Calzone comes back and DiStoner hits him with a Knee Lift! DiStoner then starts stomping Calzone.
Erin Robbins: DiStoner comes out on top early in the match.
Zach Davis: Hopefully one day someone in his family will be responsible enough to change their last name, so they don't continue to inevitably become drug users.
But DiStoner is anything but chill right now. His vicious stomps are hitting Diablo with impact. DiStoner lifts Diablo up and twists his head... Neckbreaker! He then quickly applies a Chinlock.
Erin Robbins: All joking aside, DiStoner clearly knows what he's doing in the ring.
However, Diablo will not be denied, either. He begins working his way up and elbows his way out of the Chinlock. Diablo then hits a Snap Suplex, followed by floating over into a pin.
No!, DiStoner kicks out. Diablo Calzone has shaken off the cobwebs and he's able to lock in a Boston Crab.
Zach Davis: Neither of these guys are slouches in the ring, Shannan.
Erin Robbins: Shannan?
Zach Davis: Sorry, force of habit.
DiStoner isn't ready to give up, not yet! He crawls towards the ropes, as fast as possible...
Erin Robbins: Is he gonna make it?
Indeed, DiStoner grabs onto the ropes! The ref forces Calzone to release the hold. Calzone grabs DiStoner by the legs, ready to pull him back into the center of the ring, but DiStoner kicks him away. Calzone turns back around and charges DiStoner, but DiStoner rolls him up!
No!, Calzone escapes it! Both men are to their feet and Calzone once again charges. DiStoner uses his own momentum to hit a Hip Toss. Calzone gets back to his feet and is met with a Superkick from DiStoner!
Zach Davis: BAM! Beautiful Superkick!
Calzone drops down and DiStoner goes for the pin.
No! Another kickout by Diablo!
Erin Robbins: DiStoner is bringing it in his debut match, but he hasn't been able to put away the protege of Bobby Cairo yet!
Dan DiStoner isn't ready to give up yet of course. He pulls Diablo in...
Zach Davis: He's going for the Cash-Out!
...But Diablo has it scouted and reverses it into a Back Bodydrop! DiStoner hits the mat, stumbles up...
Erin Robbins: DIABLO DRIVER!
No!, DiStoner shoves Diablo away before he's able to hit it! Diablo turns into a kick to the gut.... followed by a Powerbomb!... but DiStoner keeps a hold of him and hits a second Powerbomb too!
Zach Davis: TWO TOKE! That's DiStoner's trademark, this is over!
DiStoner pins Diablo Calzone, hooking the leg!
No! Calzone kicks out at the last moment!
Erin Robbins: WHOA! I don't believe it! He just barely escaped there!
DiStoner lifts Diablo up, ready to put him away for good. He goes to irish whip Diablo, but Diablo reverses it, sending DiStoner into the ropes. DiStoner comes back and goes for a Clothesline, but Diablo ducks it, then catches him from behind...
Zach Davis: THAT'S A SPICY MEATBALL!
Erin Robbins: ...what?
Zach Davis: That's the name of Diablo's move, Erin, he just hit it!
Diablo falls on top of DiStoner, going for the pin.
Erin Robbins: There you have it! Diablo Calzone picks up the victory!
The fans boo as Calzone gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: Great debut by DiStoner, but Calzone was able to perservere through DiStoner's offense tonight.
Calzone celebrates his hard fought victory, much to the chagrin of the crowd.
We cut backstage where a huge hall is set up with tables, food and some utumn decorations as well as Pentagrams, and various other Pagan symbols. This is the official WCF celebration of Samhain which has been put together by Sarah Twilight. The stunning redhead is there, dressed from head to tow in black ... as of course, a witch. The sterotypical pointed hat, loose sleeved, low cut, long sleeved shirt that dangles at her wrists for added effect. A thick black belt with a large gold buckle, sleek black pants that hug Sarah's shapely hips. Laced up black boots stretch up her calf and end just below the knee. As always her silver pentacle charm dangles from her neck ... and of course, her costume would not be complete without a broom, which she holds at her side as a prop. Also there at the party are, a power ranger, a cowboy, a daredevil, a ghost and a few people not dressed in costumes at all. The power ranger ... a blue one, walks up to Sarah waving. She rolls her eyes.
Power Ranger: It's me, Sarah.
He pulls off the helmet and it's ... Roy Speede.
Sarah Twilight: Oh that figures.
Roy Speede: Hey, it was all I could get last minute!
Logan walks up beside Roy dressed as ... well Logan.
Roy Speede: Dad what the hell? I thought we both agreed to wear costumes!
Logan: I have a match boudle! You know how long it will take me to put that hotdog suit on?
Roy Speede: Well you better wear it!
Logan: Yeah ... sure.
Logan pushes Roy aside and runs his hand through his hair, trying to be all suave as he looks at Sarah.
Logan: Babygurl, let's say you and me blow this boudle fest and I'll give you a peek at the jumbo hotdog of treachery?!
Sarah Twilight: How about I rip your nuts off, place them in a ziplock bag and fucking mail them to you?!
Logan looks stunned.
Sarah folds her arms and narrows her eyes.
Logan: I ... I didn't say that! It was Roy!
Roy Speede: Hey I ...
Logan SMACKS Roy.
Logan: SHUT UP!!
As this conversation goes on. We hear a shriek coming from another corneer of the room where Denise D'evil was taking part in the apple bobbing contest. She manages to get an apple but as she comes up from the bucket, Golden Johnson is standing there wearing nothing but a FIG LEAF!!!
Sarah Twilight: Oh what the fuck?!
Logan: Hey! HEY! You take that tic tac of boudlery and put it away! No one wants to see that!
As the commotion continues, a very large man walks into the room. He is dressed as the Grim Reaper, carrying Scythe and all. The man pulls back his hood, sniffing the air proudly. It is Vengeance, who we haven't seen on WCF Programming in some months.
Vengeance: I love this time of year.
Logan and Roy look over at Vengeance and shrug, turning back to Sarah.
Logan: So babygurl, what is it you like so much about Halloween? These boudles don't deserve a party!
Sarah Twilight: First of all, it's Samhain.
Logan: Sow - wha?
Sarah Twilight: Samhain ... it is when the veil between life and death is at it's thinest. The layers have been peeled away and on this night, the realm of death comingles with the realm of the living.
Roy Speede: What?! That's creepy as hell!
Logan: Quit being such a boudle!
Roy Speede: Sorry, dad.
Logan: Anyway, sounds like you've been watching too many scary movies babygurl.
Sarah Twilight: This is Celtic tradition ... older than any other holiday we celebrate.
Logan: Whoa ... nice. So, how about ya know ... us?
Sarah again stares a hole through Logan.
Again he smacks Roy.
Roy Speede: What the hell?!
Logan: SHUT UP!!
Various people continue to mingle around when all attention is brought to a VERY disheveled, and obvioucly drunk Seth Lerch. Sarah spots him and immediately pushes through Logan and Roy, marching straight for him.
Sarah Twilight: What the hell are YOU doing here?!
Seth Lerch: Sarah! Sarah How cowould you do...d..dooo this to me?
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Seth Lerch: You'b taken eberyting! EBRYTING away throm me!
Sarah Twilight: I am not talking to you about this now. Now get the fuck out of here before you embarrass yourself. You no longer work here, Seth.
Seth Lerch: You arthe bvitch! A n-n-nasty n-nasty bvitch!
Seth climbs up onto one of the dining tables and starts yelling loudly.
Seth Lerch: YOU SHEE THFIS YOU SHEE THFIS?! SHHHHH-SHE IS WUINING ... WUING MY CROMPARONY!
Sarah is none too pleased with Seth's outburst, but she doesn't have to do much of anything to put a stop to it as Seth staggers and stumbles, falling from the table in his drunken mess shape. People at the party look away or pretend not to have seen it as we cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: What a treat we have next with four debuting stars! Damn King, "Famous" Golden Johnson, Tasha Lavondyss and Drake Sandstorm! I am excited!
Erin Robbins: I'm bored to death already. Nobody cares about any of these losers. I don't know anything about them and I don't care to.
Zach Davis: You are unreal, you know that? Everyone is a rookie at some point you know? Even your precious idol was a rookie once.
Erin Robbins: I know that, idiot. But there is a difference between an interesting talent and nobodies. Right now, I am expecting nobodies.
Zach Davis: Well I think you'll be disappointed. Let's take it down to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ...
There is some buzz among the crowd as they wait to find out who will be coming through the curtain.
The lights go out as a siren sounds as images of war comes up on the screen, gunfire and explosions are heard alongside the sirens aswell. As the guitar hits in for Indestructible by Disturbed hits in Drake marches out onto the stage carrying an American flag on a pole over his shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Introducing, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania… Weighing in at 310 pounds…. This is Gunnery Sergeant DRAKE SANDSTORM!!
Marching down to the ring he looks around at the fans raising his hand in recognition of the cheers for him. Upon reaching the ring he places the American flag in the corner next to the ring steps, after this he leaps onto the ring apron and steps into the ring between the top and middle rope. In the ring he paces a little before standing on the middle turnbuckle on one side of the ring taking off his gas mask and saluting the crowd before leaping off the turnbuckle back into the ring and getting ready for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next ...
As the lights soften up and a pink hue fills the arena the beginning chords of "Return to Innocence" by Enigma begin to sooth the crowd. From both sides of the stage several doves lift off into flight. Just then, Tasha emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd welcomes her with a warm reception as she blows them some kisses from top of the stage.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, from Brisbane, Australia and weighing 140lbs she is TASHA LAVONDYSS!!
Tasha makes her way down the ramp greeting with as many of the fans as possible before making it to the steps. She hops up onto the apron and waves to the crowd again before stepping inside of the ring. Pink and Purple strobe lights beam down at her as the music comes to a close.
Kyle Steel: Next ...
Gunther Ding Dong Song. Arena turns gold as gold flakes start falling from the roof over the titan tron reads "Golden Johnson the golden era is here your welcome"
Kyle Steel: From Hollywood, Florida ... weighing in at 235 pounds ... he is "Famous" GOLDEN JOHNSON!!!
He walks slowly to the ring awkwardly staring at the fans. Once he gets to the ring he leans gets on his knees slowly crawling up the steps licking each one. Once he reachs the top he slowly climbs through the middle rope. As he enters the ring he slowly takes off his coat licking his lips. Then he walks over to a turnbuckle waiting for his remaining opponent awkwardly smiling.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent ...
"Victory" By Puff Daddy, Notorious B.I.G & Busta Rhymes blares out of the WCF's PA system and Damon makes his way onto the stage, wearing a throwback Kevin Garnett Minnesota Timberwolves Jersey, red and gold University of Minnesota style wrestling tights and red and gold custom made Air Jordan shoes. He also has red wrist tape on both his wrists and a specially designed blue and white elbow band on both elbows. He looks out at the crowd and smirks before extending his arms out whilst a brust of blue, red and gold pyro explodes behind him.
He starts to make his way to the ring, as Kyle Steel does the introduction:
Kyle Steel: Introducing...From Saint Paul, Minnesota...Weighing in at two hundred and fourty-six pounds...DAMON KING!!!
He then makes his way around the ring and over to the announce table, where he picks up a bottle of powder and pours it onto his hands before putting the bottle down and rubbing the powder into his hands He tosses it up and looks toward the roof before blowing the powder. He follows that up by taking off his jersey and handing it to the time keeper and rolling into the ring.
Zach Davis: There we have it, are four debutees in the ring waiting to get started! This should be an exciting match as we get to determine just who will begin their journey with a win in the column!
Erin Robbins: More like a BOREfest. I don't give a crap who walks out of here with the win ... just let it be over with fast!
Zach Davis: Way to usher in the new talent, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Who cares who wins? They're all losers anyway!
Referee Peter Laos calls for the bell. At thei time, Golden Johnson starts smiling awkwardly at everone in the ring slowly looking them up and down as he slowly walks over licking his lips asking for a microphone.
Golden Johnson: MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM Hold on there slap nuts. There's no doubt the Golden era has entered the WCF and each one of you had your time this week to get that beautiful view of this Golden Johnsonnnnnn mmmmmm hahaha. However the person that came up with this dumb idea to treat Golden Johnson like this in his first week should take a lesson in my gold standard. You never everrrrrrr place someone like Golden Johnson in some fourway dance. How dare you try and hide the famous one like that. MMMMMM the fact of the matter is The Golden Johnson needs the upmost care you don't become this amazing star without understanding the Golden Standard. This is not the week you get to watch the Golden Johnson get all hot and sweaty. TATA FOR NOW!
Golden Johnson licks his lips exiting the ring. When Golden reaches the stage he blows kisses to everyone then exits to the back. Tasha, Damon and Drake shake their heads as they watch one fourth of the competition bail out.
Zach Davis: Well that was ... interesting to say the least.
Erin Robbins: Good, one less idiot out here. Maybe this will end more quickly.
Now with Golden out of the mix, the remaining stars circle each other. Damn makes a move in at Drake and the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Drake overpowers Damon and forces him back against the ropes. He follows up with an Irish whip and on the return Damon with a leapfrog. Drake turns around and is caught in the head by a shining wizard courtesy of Tasha. The kick staggers him and Damon follows up as he springboards off the ropes into a somersault and nails a perfect cutter on the drop. Drake is sent backwards onto the canvas. He doesn't have any time to breath as he hits the mat being as Tasha now nails him with a standing moonsault, quickly hooking the leg for the cover. Laos drops into position.
After just a count of one, Damon pulls her off of Drake, obviously not going to allow her to take the pinfall.
Zach Davis: Wise strategy by Damon King and Tasha Lavondyss who started out working together to take down the larger Drake Sandstorm.
Erin Robbins: Double teaming, yeah ... they suck.
Zach Davis: Oh gimmie a break! If that was your "hero" in there, you wouldn't care if she did such a thing!
Erin Robbins: That's different.
Zach Davis: Whatever.
Damon hauls Tasha to her feet and takes her over with a Northern Lights suplex. Tasha crashes into the canvas and slides about halfway across the ring after impact. Damon back to his feet and he walks right into a stiffarm clothesline by Drake Sandstorm. Drake keeps the pressure on as he hauls Damon to his feet now and hauls him up, dropping him over his knee one ... two .... three times for a repeating backbreaker. He pushes Damon off to the canvas and makes the cover, placing his forearm against the side of Damon's head for leverage. Laos in position.
Damon shoots his shoulder up!
Zach Davis: And a kickout by Damon King!
Erin Robbins: Is this match still happening?
Zach Davis: Show some respect to these young athletes!
Erin Robbins: When they earn it.
Drake again slowly drags Damon to a vertical base, but Damon with a shove off and he rushes into the ropes, lunging at Drake on the return. But Drake catches him and FLOORS him with a spinning spinebuster! As Drake rises back to his feet he is caught in the chest with a missile dropkick by Tasha Lavondyss! Drake is sent down to the canvas and Tasha with lightning speed hits the turnbuckle, jumping up onto it and she dives off .... FALLING SKIES!!! But Drake puts his knees up and he abdomen CRASHES into them. She rolls over to her side in pain.
Zach Davis: She took the big risk early and it cost her bigtime! Things are not looking good for Tasha right now.
Erin Robbins: She's an idiot. So what? I knew that already.
Zach Davis: You know what? Don't even say anything if you aren't going to call this match ok?
Erin Robbins: Fine, I won't.
Erin takes out her iphone and starts messing around with it, ignoring the match in progress. Zach shakes his head and keeps calling the action. Back in the ring, Drake to his feet and Damon hits him with a running knee, pulling him down into a reverse DDT right afterward. Drake hits the canvas, Damon stays on him for the cover. Laos slides into position.
Drake powers out just before three.
Zach Davis: Damon King with a near fall. This match is at least ... for the time being a one on one encounter. Tasha has been sidelined after missing that big dive off the top.
Damon with a few stomps down on Drake's chest for good measure after the kick out. He hauls the larger man to his feet. But Drake with a HARD shove that sends Damon halfway across the ring into the ropes. He dashes at Drake on the return for a flying forearm smash, but again he's caught and this time Drake with an overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Damon CRASHING into the canvas.
Zach Davis: And this action is so back and forth between these two men! I'm not sure which way this is going to go. Damon in some trouble right now. But as we've seen he can snap back into it at the drop of a dime.
Drake measures Damon and as he starts back to his feet, while still on his knees .... Drake runs at him and NAILS him with a boot to the side of the head.
Zach Davis: And he calls that 50 Caliber!! It may be over right here!
Erin looks up from her phone.
Erin Robbins: Over? Finally?
She realizes the match is still going.
Erin Robbins: Nevermind.
Zach Davis: Is this it?!
Drake drops down for the cover and Laos in position.
Zach Davis: NO! Damon King is still in this!!!
Drake looks slightly flustered, but he shrugs it off, realizing Damon had managed to kick out. He again pulls Damon to his feet. And he pulls him up in brainbuster position.
Zach Davis: He's looking to put the exclamation point on this one now!
Drake hauls him up for Tyrants Downfall! But Damon shifts his weight and insitead pulls Drake down with a DDT! DRake is down on the canvas, Damon is down ... Tasha is still down.
Zach Davis: Damon buying himself some time for a much needed breather! This is still anyone's match.
Damon starts back to his feet slowly, Drake is also getting to his feet. Opting to forego the extra breather, Damon keeps on the offensive, jumping over Drake with a sunset flip and pulling Drake down with a NASTY powerbomb!!!
Zach Davis: ABOVE THE LIGHTS!!!
Damon hangs with it for the cover. Laos again in position, checking the shoulders.
Tasha breaks it up with a running dropkick into Damon's face!!
Zach Davis: Lavondyss with the save there and it appears she's back in this thing!
Tasha into the ropes and springboards off into Drake with a lionsault. The gunnery sergeant rolls out of the ring after the impact. Lavondyss quick like a hiccup bounces back into the ropes after coming up off of the sault and she drops Damon with a leg lariat. Damon is down and Tasha still flying around the ring. She's back perched on the turnbuckle before anyone even knows what's going on. The crowd intensly into the match and cheering on all three stars.
Zach Davis: Tasha Lavondyss out of nowhere has turned this match around to her favor! She's up top again!
Tasha watches as Damon starts to his feet and she LEAPS off of the top for a flying train wreck clothesline. But Damon pops back and fires off a kick!
Zach Davis: BLOCKBUSTER! HE NAILED IT! HE NAILED IT!
Tasha crumples to the mat after being DEVASTATED by the kick mid-air! Damon drops down for the count and Laos in there, in position.
Drake rolls back into the ring for the save ...
But it's too late. The bell rings.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... DAMON KING!!!
Zach Davis: What a hell of a match! These three gave it everything they had. In the end, Damon King emerges vctorious and begins his journey of cementing himself among the WCF elite. Very impressive victory by this young man here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Finally this damn thing is over. Congratulations Damon ... you suck less than the other two.
She offers a golf clap.
Zach Davis: Say whatever you will Erin. Damon King just opened a lot of eyes as he walks away victorious here tonight. Three stars looking to carve a name for themselves, and Damon King is the name to remember tonight.
Erin Robbins: Whatever.
Zach Davis: Now here's a match that very well take match of the night. Its a tale of two Michaels, Chase and John. It's The Lone Wolfe verse The King.
Erin Robbins: Both these guys are very impressive, both of these guys know each other from previous places of employment and both are no stranger to doing what it takes to get the job done.
"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 steping down and taking his leather vest off and waiting on his opponent.
Zach Davis: Out first is Chase Michaels. He was in Hellimination last week, unfortunately he was eliminated but his team did win.
Erin Robbins: He was Eliminated but he did play a strong role in the match.
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.
Erin Robbins: And here comes The King, Jon Michaels who did a number on Bat Shit crazy last week
Zach Davis: Well there’s a big difference between BS Crazy and Chase Michaels. So we'll see how The King holds his throne.
Chase and Jon lock up in the middle of the ring, trying to get in control of thematch but both men are equally matched. Chase is able to break the lock up and hit a few knife edge chops and back Jon into the corner turn buckle. Chase wraps Jons arm around the top rope and hits a few stiff kicks to the mid section of Jon. Jon gets set up on the top turn buckle. Chase tries for a super plex but Jon blocks it.Second attempt blocked as well. Jon starts to fire back now with punches to the ribs and a stiff shit to the jaw that sends Chase to them at.
Erin Robbins: The king off the top rope!
Zach Davis: Diving Elbow drop!
Jon sits Chase up and starts hitting kicks to further daze the Lone Wolf. Jon hits the ropes- running snap mare.
Zach Davis: The Lone Wolf up at two!
Jon picks Chase up again and tries to suplex him but Chase blocks it thise time and turns it into a release fisherman suplex. Both men get right back up but its Chase who capitalizes with a running high knee to The King who once again is back in the corner. Chase whips Jon into the adjacent buckle and follows after him but Jon hits a elbow that stops Chase in his tracks. Jon throws chase in the corner behind up and leaps up and over the ropes, hitting a neck breaker.
Erin Robbins: Excellect offensive move right there.
Zach Davis: The king, using his speed to counter the tactical ability of The Lone Wolf.
Chase slides in the ring for another pin.
Erin Robbins: Chase kicks out again.
Jon tries to pick up chase again but Chase counters with an inside cradle.
Zach Davis: Whens the last time you've seen one of those?
Zach Davis: The King kicks out!
Chase stays on top of Jon, trying to hook him into a triangle choke but Jon manages to break free. Jon charges at Chase but gets droped with a toe hold.
Erin Robbins: Cross face!
Zach Davis: Jon his reaching for the ropes.
Erin Robbins: The king is trying to hang on. Can he? Will he?
Zach Davis: He does! Jon Michaels reaches the ropes!
The Lone Wolf keeps pressure, the ref counts.
Chase breaks the hold as he gets up and starts stomping away at Jon. Chase picks up Jon and hits a knife edge chop to open him up before hitting a german suplex. Chaese hangs on...second German.. then a third!
Quick pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: The King, kicks out.
Chase picks up Jon once again but this time Jon is fighting back, working Chase over into the corner and just explodes with fury.
Zach Davis: Jon is trying to fight back in desperation.
Jon works over Chase in the corner, unleashing huge kicks and elbows.
Erin Robbins: Violence Party!
Zach Davis: The tables have turned on The Lone Wolf.
Erin Robbins: And Chase just gets the shoulder up.
Jon picks Chase up and whips him into the corner, Jon tries for a big boot but Chase moves out of the way.
Zach Davis: Even after that terrible beating, the ring presence of Chase Michaels is astounding!
Chase stumbles out of the corner as Jon turns around as Chase grabs him and snaps him down.
Erin Robbins: VKO!
Zach Davis: That underhook snap DDT! We;ve seen him use it before with great success.
Erin Robbins: But those DDTs are great last ditch moves. I think The Violence Party really took it out of him.
Both them are down. The ref starts the count.
Zach Davis: And Jon Michaels is up!
Erin Robbins: And he's taking to the ropes. Chase is up on that top buckle..
Zach Davis: Senton Bomb! The Devils Whisper!
Erin Robbins: And Chase Michaels picks up the victory!
We once again cut back stage to the celebration of Samhain in progress. Sarah Twilight, still in her witch's outfit is still standing around, talking to Logan and Roy Speede. The other guests are about enjoying the festivities. Some creepy music is playing. The room is decorated and some people are eating. Vengeance has himself two plates of food and a large slice of pie as he seems content at one of the tables. Jack Happy is wearing a blindfold playing pin the tail on the donkey ... which he brought to the party himself. Seth has by now been removed from the building after his drunken outburst. As Sarah, Logan and Roy talk ... there is silence throughout the rest of the room and you could hear a pin drop as Eric Price walks into the area.
Logan: Uh oh.
Roy Speede: I sense troooouble!!!
Eric walks toward Sarah who keeps her eyes locked on him. He has some band aids and such on his face and oddly doesn't even act pissed off about what had happened. He nods slightly at Sarah.
Eric Price: Enjoying the party, are we?
Sarah Twilight: Did you need something?
Eric Price: I'm sorry, I thought I heard that every WCF star was invited to this shin-dig?
Eric Price: So then there isn't an issue with my being here, I assume?
Sarah Twilight: I didn't say there was. You want to eat ... eat. You want to dance ,,,, go dance. Doesn't mean I need to speak to you.
Eric Price: Good good. Well then, I suppose I'll help myself to some food.
Eric turns to walk away. He pauses and turns back to Sarah.
Eric Price: You ... haven't peersonally prepared any of it, have you?
Sarah Twilight: Just for you asshole. Just for you.
Eric smirks. Sarah shakes her head.
Sarah Twilight: No. Of fucking course not. I had it catered.
Sarah glances at Logan oddly. He shrugs. Eric nods.
Eric Price: Well then, I'll help myself. Oh ... by the way. Nice job wiping the floor with Lilith. I have to say I did enjoy that.
Sarah folds her arms.
Sarah Twilight: You go fill your gut and don't worry about who's ass I kick.
Logan: DON'T WORRY!
Eric Price: Oh, are we defending the bitch now, Sarah?
Sarah Twilight: Mind your fucking business.
Logan: MIND IT!
Eric nods with a grin.
Eric Price: Alright. Fair enough for now I suppose. I'll be seeing you soon enough.
Eric again turns to walk away. Again he pauses.
Eric Price: Oh and, do tell Rachel I said hello.
He smiles, walking away. Sarah is CLEARLY pissed as she takes a few steps forward after Eric. Logan and Roy try to calm her. We cut back to ringside.
The house lights go down, as red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. "Angel of Darkness" by Alex C. & Yasmin K. begins to play, as the sound of a whining horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stagehand to take the horse backstage.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6’ tall, from Sleepy Hollow, New York, she is the Death Bringer, Denise D’Evil!
She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent as the crowd gives her a loud reaction, mostly boos.
“Taylor Made” by Real Mackenzies starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd starts cheering. The drumbeat in the music marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. As the bagpipes kick in, he walks faster, eyes on the ring.
Kyle Steel: And the opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada… he is Cormack MacNeill!
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.
Zach Davis: The bell rings and this one is under way!
Erin Robbins: I can’t wait to see Denise tear this moron apart.
Cormack MacNeill holds out his hand waiting for Denise to shake it, but Denise just looks at him and then slaps his hand away. Denise hits a hard right hand right into Cormacks jaw, making him stumble backwards onto the ropes.
Zach Davis: Looks like Cormack was trying to show some respect there, but Denise wanted absolutely nothing to do with that.
Erin Robbins: Of course she didn’t. Denise is going to destroy Cormack here tonight, its going to be amazing!
Cormack looks up and seems genuinely surprised by Denise’s aggression. He charges off the ropes and slams Denise with a clothesline sending the woman crashing onto the floor.
Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill looked genuinely surprised by Denise’s aggression there. Sleeper hold! Cormack has just applied the sleeper hold to Denise D’Evil!
Erin Robbins: Come on he’s got to try harder than this, Denise will get out of that easily!
Denise manages to get to her feet, with Cormacks arms still wrapped around her neck, she begins to elbow him into his gut and eventually he breaks the hold. Denise spins around and hits a hard DDT sending Cormack sprawling across the mat.
Zach Davis: Denise is showing just what she’s made of tonight. But the crowd is completely against her tonight, listen to them.
Crowd: Let’s go Cormack! Let’s go Cormack! Let’s go Cormack!
Erin Robbins: Big deal, who cares who these idiots like. Looks like Denise is going for the pin here.
Zach Davis: And no, Cormack manages to kick out. That was a close one!
Cormack slowly tries to get up off the floor as Denise grabs him and pushes him back first into the turnbuckle. She begins to unleash hard left and rights all over his upper body. The crowd continue to boo her as eventually the ref tries to get inbetween them and pushes Denise away.
Zach Davis: The crowd’s completely against Denise here. Cormack is obviously the fan favourite here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Who cares, that’s not going to stop her from beating the hell out of him.
Zach Davis: SPEAR!!! Cormack just charged right into Denise, nearly tearing her in half. He’s going for the cover here. This one could quite easily be over right here.
Erin Robbins: No of course it wont be that easy. Denise just kicked out with ease.
Zach Davis: With ease? Please she was nearly beat right there!
Erin Robbins: Shut up. You kiss ass.
Cormack MacNeill grabs Denise around her head and pulls her up onto her feet trying to set her up into a powerbomb, but Denise escapes the move and…
Erin Robbins: There Can Be Only One!!! Yes!!! This one is over! Denise is going for the cover…
But the bell rings.
Zach Davis: What the...
All of a sudden, Sarah Twilight appears on the jumbotron.
Sarah Twilight: This match has been thrown out, due to me being bored to death!
The fans boo mercilessly. The ref and Denise D'Evil are both basically like "wtf?"
Sarah Twilight: Just be lucky I keep you people on the roster. Try a little harder next time, will you? I'm a trailblazer in WCF for women everywhere, Denise, step it up, okay?
With that, Sarah disappears and the fans continue booing.
Zach Davis: Welp... Sarah Twilight once again being a bitch for no good reason. When will WCF have enough of this!?
Erin Robbins: ZACH! Watch your mouth!
Zach Davis: Up next, our reigning Hardcore Champion Oblivion defends his championship against Tek, Havok and Logan in a fatal four way encounter!
Erin Robbins: Logan has been kicking ass in crazy, barbaric matches recently and it seems Sarah Twilight decided to reward him with this opportunity.
Zach Davis: But to make it even more unpredictable, Tek and Havok are also in the mix. This is anyone's match!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Hardcore Championship!
Huge pop from the crowd.
"For Whom the Bell Tolls" by Metallica hits.
Kyle Steel: First ... from parts unknown, weighing 29o pounds ... he is HAVOK!!!
The bell rings and the lights go out the music plays as the vocals begin a spotlight appears up in the stands in a different place in each arena Havok makes his way to the ring by spotlight only as the crowd is booing him heavily Havok gets in the Ring and the lights come up and he is ready for action.
Kyle Steel: Next ...
The arena goes pitch black. “Edge Of Destruction” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 225 pounds ... he is TEK!!!
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.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent ....
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
Kyle Steel: He is the reigning and Defending Hardcore Champion ... weighing in at 305 pounds ... he is OBLIVION!!!!
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.
Kyle Steel: And lastly ...
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far.
Kyle Steel: From Chesapeake, Virginia weighing 250 pounds ... he is LOGAN!!!
Logan marches out from behind the black curtains ... pushing ... a hotdog cart! He is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing.
As the other three competitors remain in the ring, Logan opens the lid to the hot dog cart and takes his time making himself a hotdog. He has everything needed for the complete cart. Hot dogs, hot dog buns, sauerkraut, onions, chili, cheese, relish and mustard ... even cans of ice cold soda that sit off to the side of the cart in ice. Logan begins the process and Charles Whitman, much like the rest of the competition isn't going to wait all night for him. Logan makes the hotdog and begins chowing down outside as Whitman calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Well, Logan with a pre-match meal it looks like. Oblivion, Tek and Havok don't seem too pleased with it.
Erin Robbins: Mr. WCF looking to claim the title Mr. Hardcore here tonight. And what is more hardcore than eating a hotdog DURING a match? The bell has rung, Logan is eating dinner.
Zach Davis: Hard to argue that one.
Logan continues munching away at the hot dog. Meanwhile Tek charges at Oblivion with the tire iron he brought to the ring. Oblivion sidesteps him and instead SMASHES Tek across the back with the ... human femur looking thing that he brought to the ring.
Zach Davis: I still swear that's a human leg bone! I want to know where he got THAT?!
Erin Robbins: I don't think you really want to know ...
Zach Davis: You're probably right.
Havok heads to the apron with his baseball bat and has his sights set on Logan, who is still enjoying his meal. As Havok approaches, Logan calmly removes the container of hotdogs and carefully sets them atop the cart. Havok hops down from the apron and in one swift motion, Logan pulls out the heating tin below where he'd removed the hotdogs and SPLASHES the scalding water into Havok's FACE!!!
Erin Robbins: And this is why you don't interrupt Logan when he's having dinner!
Zach Davis: That water is boiling hot and Havok is in a WORLD of pain right now I can guarantee you that!
Erin Robbins: I think it might have melted some of his mask INTO his face! Wow!
Havok screams in agony as he rolls around on the floor in pain. Logan shrugs and opens up a can of orange soda, pouring it on him. He leans over, grinning.
Logan: Cool down boudle! There's plenty of time to head to Connector City!
Back in the ring. Oblivion has Tek forced against the turnbuckle and is SMASHING the femur into Tek's head over and over and over again.
Tek stumbles out of the corner and Oblivion with a final CRRRRACCCCKKK! Into his forehead that floors the cold blooded.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is the kind of guy that would rip off your leg and beat you with it.
Zach Davis: That humor was not very funny, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Of course it was!
With Tek down, Oblivion now turns his attention to Logan, who is making another hotdog for himself!!! Oblivion looks FURIOUS and he marches his way toward the ropes where Logan still remains outside of the ring. Logan finishes fixing his hotdog how he wanted it and he sets it down carefully. Now he opens the soda container once again and decides to look for a drink.
Zach Davis: Doesn't he realize there is a MATCH happening right now?
Erin Robbins: Maybe he skipped dinner? Who knows but he's enjoying a meal!
Out comes a Dr. Pepper ... Logan doesn't seem to want that kind of soda, and as Obi begins stepping through the ropes ... Logn PELTS him in the head with the full can of soda!!! Oblivion stumbles back, nearly tripping over the middle rope and he looks even MORE PISSED.
Erin Robbins: This is hilarious! I am loving every moment of it!
Zach Davis: I have to say, Logan turning a hotdog cart into his own personal arsenal is innovative! Very innovative!
Logan rumages through the sodas again and out comes another Orange soda ... he doesn't seem interested in that one either. And again he PELTS Obi in the head with it! Oblivion again stumbles back. Logan pulls out another can ... Sprite ... NOPE! Another full can of soda sent FLYING into Obi's skull! Oblvion stumbles back once more and right into TEK! He takes the tire iron and JABS Obi in the gut with it before dropping it. Then he DRIVES Obi's head INTO the tire iron with an implant DDT!
Zach Davis: Ouch, that HAD to hurt!!
Erin Robbins: Damn, a vicious side to Tek? Who knew?
Tek drops down for the cover. Whitman in position. Logan outside and finally he seems satisfied with one of the sodas as he takes out a Root Beer.
Zach Davis: Are you kidding me?!
NO! Obi shoots his shoulder up.
As the count is going on, Logan cracks open the root beer and starts drinking it down. Some in the crowd are laughing.
Erin Robbins: He knew he had nothing to worry about. He needed a refreshment after that hotdog.
Zach Davis: He should be paying attention! The match could have been over right there!
Havok makes it back to his feet now and in a furious anger he storms after Logan who is sipping on his soda. Logan reaches down and grabs the bottle of mustard and he squeezes it into Havok's eyes!!! Havok stumbles around screaming again as the mustard blinds him and burns at his eyes. Logan finishes half of the root beer and belches loudly before grabbing Havok into a sleeper and ....
Erin Robbins: CONNECTOR!!!
Zach Davis: This one is OVER!!!
However, rather than go for the cover, Logan simply stares down at Havok angrily, screaming at him.
Logan: CAN'T YOU SEE I'M TRYING TO EAT? BOUDLE!!!
Logan brushes himself off and heads back to his hotdog cart, picking up the second hotdog he had prepared for himself and again starts eating. The crowd is laughing loudly.
Zach Davis: This is ... I don't even know what to make of this.
Erin Robbins: This is entertainment at its finest!
Back in the ring, Tek hauls Oblivion up and starts firing off hard fists at him, nailing Obi in the gut. He pushes back at Obi a bit and sends him into the ropes. Obi on the return with a high knee to Tek's head! Tek is sent down to the canvas. Obi now hops out of the ring on the opposite end from Logan and reaches under the ring ... coming out with some barbed wire. He makes his way back into the ring and stalks Tek.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. This isn't going to be good!
Erin Robbins: Not for Tek it isn't gonna be!
As Tek makes it to his knees, Obi wraps the barbed wire around his throat from behing and starts twisting it tightly. The barbs digging into Tek's throat and even into Obi's own hands. But he doesn't seem to care. Meanwhile, Logan is nearly finished with his second hot dog on the outside.
Zach Davis: Obi is about to put this one in the books, and Logan is still eating!
Erin Robbins: If there was something to worry about, he'd worry, so don't worry!
Oblivion: BE--EEE--EEEG FOR ME--EEER--CCCCY!!!
He winds the barbed wire tighter. Blood leaks out of his own palsm as he twists it. Tek is gasping for air, desperately clawing at the wire around his throat. His face turning blue.
Zach Davis: He isn't going to last much longer!
Erin Robbins: Ok ... now I am starting to get worried.
Obi twists and grinds the wire into Tek's flesh. Gargled gasped screams emit from Tek as the life is being choked out of him. Blood pouring from his throat as the barbs dig in. Tek's hand wavers over the canvas, and he might be close to throwing in the towel. Logan pops down the last bite of his hotdog and finishes off the rest of his root beer. He grabs the glass container of hotdog relish and slides into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Here we go!
Zach Davis: Well it's about damn time!
Logan BLASTS Obi in the face with the jar of relish. Glass shatters everywhere and green pickle relish is all over the place. Tek flops down to the canvas with the barbed wire coiled around his neck as Obi releases his grip.
Erin Robbins: See? He made the save!
Zach Davis: And without a second to spare!
Logan turns around and CRRRRRAAACCCCKKKK!
Erin Robbins: Oh shit!
Havok NAILS him in the head with his baseball bat. Logan's arms flap around a few times as if he was trying to keep himself up but THUD .... he falls back on the mat. Havok immediately for the cover.
NO! Oblivion back up and he YANKS Havok away.
Zach Davis: Obi saves his title!
Erin Robbins: The God of Insanity meets the Insane One!
Havok SLAPS the mat hard and gets up face to face with Oblivion. He fires off a haymaker.
Oblivion fires one back!
Havok fires off another.
Obi returns the favor.
Havok slugs again ... Obi blocks he grabs Havok tightly with a bearhug and now a belly to belly suplex that sends Havok up and Over the turnbuckle at the corner and ....
Havok CRASHES into the RING STEPS during his fall down!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Oblivion looks out at his fallen foe as he is DEVASTATED on the outside. Obi turns his attention back to those in the ring and WHOOSH!
Zach Davis: Logan with a clothesline to the outside! Both men go over!
Erin Robbins: Here we go ... this is gonna be a fight!
Both men tumble to the outside near the hotdog cart and a slugfest ensues. Both men vrawling like crazy. Logan reaches into the cart, Obi reaches into the cart. Logan BLASTS Obi in the face with a can of Sprite and fizz explodes everywhere! Obis stumbles back, shaking it off. Now Obi SMASHES a container of chili into Logan's head!
Erin Robbins: FOOD FIGHT!
Zach Davis: I have nver seen anything like this! This is great!
Obi grabs hold of Logan for an Irish whip but it's reversed! Obi is sent CRASHING into the barricade and the momentum carries him OVER and into the crowd! At this time, Tek comes FLYING out of the ring at Logan, who sidesteps him and Tek CRASHES into the concrete FLOOR just beyond the padding!
Zach Davis: Tek just may have broken his neck!
Erin Robbins: Tek just found out he can't fly ...
Havok staggers to his feet, Logan notices him and grabs him for the second time this evening ....
Zach Davis: CONNECTOR!!!
INTO the HOTDOG CART!!!!
Erin Robbins: Holy shit!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Htdogs, condiments, sodas and hot water got EVERYWHERE as Havok lay strewn among the mess. Logan makes the cover and being a hardcore match ... no rules, Whitman makes the count out on the floor.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and the NEW WCF Hardcore Champion .... LOGAN!!!
Erin Robbins: Call him disgusting, call him annoying, call him weird, call him insane ... one thing you'll be calling him from now on ... MR. HARDCORE!!!
Zach Davis: For the first time in his career, Logan is the hardcore champion! This is history right here!
Erin Robbins: Damn right it is! I am excited! This is GREAT!
Zach Davis: Logan continues to thrive in these kinds of matches and now he has the gold to go along with it.
Zach Davis: We have just witnessed one Hell of a Hardcore title match!! Our next match will the first of two champion verses champion match, tonight on Slam.
Erin Robbins: This next match-up will feature the WCF Television Champion "The Florida Cracker" John Barber going up against the WCF United States Champion Ryan “Venom” Rhodes.
Zach Davis: Kyle Steel is in the ring, for the pre-match introductions.
“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.
Kyle Steel: This is a Champion verses champion match! Coming down, to the ring, from Miami, Florida weighing in at 220 pounds... he is the current WCF Television Champion. This... is.... The Florida Cracker John Barber.
He jogs up the ring steps, quickly ducks between the top and middle ropes, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He perches on the second turnbuckle and raises both arms, looking out at the crowd with a smirk on his face. After a few seconds, he hops down and walks across the ring and leans against the turnbuckles as he waits for his opponent.
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...
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, from Detroit, Michigan weighing in at 237 pounds, he is the current WCF United States Champion..... This.... is.... "Venom" Ryan Rhodes.
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: The Marriot Center is in a complete madness. These two superstars are gonna give these fans a complete fantastic match.
Erin Robbins: Let's hope so!!
Zach Davis: This match is underway!!
Crowd: LET'S GO RHODES!! LET'S GO BARBER!! LET'S GO RHODES!! LET'S GO BARBER!!
Erin Robbins: This Salt Lake City crowd is split between the two competitors.
Both men circle the ring, trying to get a feel for each other. Both men go into a collar and elbow tie up. They push around, trying to gain some kind of advantage.
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes pushes John Barber into the ropes...
But, Barber reverses and has Rhodes against the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Now, the Florida Cracker has Venom up against the ropes.
The referee gets into position to separate the two competitors, but Ryan Rhodes gets out of the way and pushes John Barber into the corner, against the turnbuckles.
Stanley Moser: Alright Rhodes back off away from Barber...
Ryan Rhodes has his hands in the face of John Barber.
John Barber: C'mon ref, get him off me!!
Stanley Moser: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR... Back away Ryan!!
Rhodes slowly back away... WHAM!!! Chest slap!!
John Barber: That's right, back away Rhodes.
Ryan Rhodes slowly back away, with a smirk across his face... SLAP!!!
The Florida Cracker holds the side, of his face, before charging at his opponent.
Zach Davis: Looks like John Barbe has had enough!!
Barber charges at Rhodes...
Erin Robbins: A quick release belly to belly suplex!
John Barber hits the mat hard, but used the momentum of the toss to quickly stand back up.
Zach Davis: Clothesline by Rhodes!!
Erin Robbins: Another clothesline by Ryan Rhodes!!
Rhodes grabs Barber and Irish whips The Florida Cracker into a corner. Rhodes charges at John Barber...
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes executes a spinning heel kick...
Erin Robbins: Hits nothing but turnbuckles.
John Barber moved out of the way, just in time. Kneeling on one knee, Barber smirks before standing up and taking a few steps away from a fallen Ryan Rhodes, who is now leaning against the middle and bottom turnbuckles. John Barber takes off running towards Ryan Rhodes.
Zach Davis: What does The Florida Cracker have in mind?
Erin Robbins: A stiff running dropkick to the face of Ryan Rhodes.
Barber pulls Rhodes away from the corner.
Zach Davis: The Florida Cracker is making an pin attempt!
Stanley Moser slides into position....
Erin Robbins: Not even a one count. Rhodes is picked up...
Venom pops Barber in the mid-section with a back fist. Barber buckles over...
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes nails John Barber with a spinning neckbreaker!!
Erin Robbins: Rhodes is making a pin attempt!!
Stanley Moser slides into position....
Zach Davis: Not even a one count.
Rhodes picks up Barber and puts The Florida Cracker in a side head lock.
Erin Robbins: John Barber pops the side ribs, of Ryan Rhodes, with a forearm shiver.
Zach Davis: Another forearm shiver from John Barber.
Ryan Rhodes lets go of the side headlock.
Erin Robbins: John Barber misses with a clothesline attempt.
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes misses with a dropkick attempt.
Barber picks up Rhodes...
Erin Robbins: Fisherman's suplex!!
Zach Davis: Pin attempt!!
Crowd: THREE... NO-O-O-O-O!!
Erin Robbins: Ryan Rhodes kicks out just in time!!
Barber slowly picks up Rhodes.
Zach Davis: DDT by Ryan Rhodes.
Ryan Rhodes stands up and looks around the cheering crowd. Rhodes points to a corner.
Erin Robbins: What is Venom doing?
Rhodes runs towards a corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Rhodes raises up both arms and points up, before...
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes leaps off the top turnbuckle.
The crowd watches Rhodes fly through the air.
Erin Robbins: A flying elbow drop!!
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes nails the flying elbow drop!!
Rhodes quickly stands up and lets the crowd know the end is here!!
Ryan Rhodes: TIME TO FINISH THIS!!
Rhodes grabs John Barber and executes a suplex attempt, but lands with a powerslam.
Erin Robbins: VENGEANCE!!
Ryan Rhodes makes the pin attempt. Stanley Moser slides into position.
Zach Davis: That's it!!
Kyle Steel: The winner, of the match, the WCF United States Champion, RYAN RHODES!!
Rhodes stands up and gets his arm raised before being handed the United States Championship.
Erin Robbins: What a hard fought matchup! Luckily for Barber his Championship wasn't on the line here tonight, as this was his first loss in quite a long time.
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes seems to be on quite a hot streak, I'd say!
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall!
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. He plays to excited crowd like a circus ringmaster, fistbumping furiously along with the crowd and the music, and each fistbump triggers an explosion of black pyro from the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, he is Frank Patrick Venable, FPV!!
FPV takes the walk down the ramp, slapping fans hands before climbing the steps and on top of the turnbuckles, where he fistbumps one more time, sending one more explosion of pyro throughout the arena. He climbs into the ring and sits in a lotuc position in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: And Frank Patrick Venable, who still is considered by some to be the WCF People’s Champion, is in the zone today!
Erin Robbins: The WCF People’s Championship is defunct, Zach. FPV doesn’t hold a damn thing.
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Griffen, Georgia, he is the WCF Internet Champion, Doc HENRY!!
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is the Internet Champion, and this champion versus champion matchup here on Slam is certainly an interesting one!
Erin Robbins: It’s Champion versus nobody, Zach. FPV doesn’t have a title.
Zach Davis: That’s not what the people say.
Erin Robbins: Well, screw the people. Sarah’s in charge, and she says it’s not a championship.
Zach Davis: So? Neither was the Confederate Championship, and Doc held that for-
Erin Robbins: IT’S NOT A TITLE!
< DING-DING-DING! >
As Mary slides out of the ring, Doc and FPV lock up, and ‘The Cock’ immediately takes the upper hand with a knee to the gut, and whips Franky into the ropes. On the rebound, Doc looks for a clothesline, but FPV ducks it and deflects off the opposite set of ropes. Just as Doc turns around, FPV goes for a crossbody and drops Doc to the mat. Franky quickly pins.
Kickout by Doc, and both men get back to their feet in short order, staring one another down, and again they lock up. Doc tries for the knee to the gut, but Franky breaks the lockup, catching Doc’s leg and yanking it out from under him, knocking Doc to his back. Franky hits the ropes, and on the rebound goes for an elbow drop, but Doc rolls out of the way, and FPV hits the mat hard. Doc is the first one back to his feet with Franky not far behind, but Doc uses that split-second to his advantage and hits FPV with a dropkick, sending him staggering back into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: And a nice, quick-paced matchup to start off with, both men showing some real agility and skill here early on, don’t you think?
Erin Robbins: For once, we both agree on something, Zach, but don’t forget what would happen if Sarah were in this match.
Zach Davis: Oh, you mean-
Erin Robbins: Shut up.
Doc gets back to his feet and goes for a running shoulder tackle into the turnbuckle, but FPV sidesteps it and as Doc staggers back, FPV goes for a quick roll-up for the pin.
Doc powers out, and Franky quickly gets to his feet, with Doc not far behind, and FPV goes for the clothesline, but Doc ducks it and catches Franky with a hard shot to the jaw that has him staggering. Doc capitalizes and hits FPV with a running shoulder block, and as Franky bounces back up to his feet, Doc grabs him and hits him with a quick DDT. Doc pins.
Kickout by FPV!
Doc gets to his feet and grabs FPV, pulling the Atlanta native up, but FPV catches Doc with a shot to the gut from his knees, and then shoves him backwards. Doc regains his balance and runs forward, but FPV is ready for him, and from his knees uses Doc’s momentum to throw him face-first into the turnbuckle. As Doc staggers backwards, FPV trips him up, and Doc hits the mat, but FPV transitions it into a slingshot into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Pearly Gates! FPV hits one of his earliest-known trademarks on Doc Henry!
Erin Robbins: THAT was a trademark move? What the hell is wrong with this guy?
FPV rolls Doc up for the pin after multiple collisions with the turnbuckle.
Doc kicks out!!
The crowd pops as FPV gets back to his feet, and then grabs Doc, pulling him up before stepping backward, and then climbing up onto the second turnbuckle. Doc catches him with a hard shot to the gut, and goes for another but FPV shoves him away with one foot, and then steps up to the top rope. He gets set to jump, but Doc catches the ring rope with a diving body drop and causes just enough vibration to make FPV fall onto the turnbuckle, crotching himself.
Zach Davis: Beautiful display of ring awareness by Doc Henry to save himself from a potentially match-ending move from FPV!
Erin Robbins: I’ll admit it was good, but Sarah would’ve just attacked.
FPV tries to steady himself seated on the turnbuckle, and Doc regains his balance, and then climbs up to the second turnbuckle, grabbing FPV. FPV tries to knock him off with a hard shot, but Doc blocks it, and then hits FPV with one of his own, and then grabs him, stepping up off the top rope with one foot as he hits a jackhammer!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!!
Erin Robbins: Doc hits the Straight to Hell!! Doc hits hit! But it looks like both men are down after that hard bump to both of them!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! < CLAP! > < CLAP! > < CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! >
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! < CLAP! > < CLAP! > < CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! >
Both wrestlers are down, and the referee checks over both men, but with both men down, neither appears to be moving.
Zach Davis: And that move took a lot out of both men! Neither is moving, and this doesn’t look good!
Erin Robbins: This is excellent! Two men physically destroying themselves for the entertainment of Sarah Twi-I mean, for the fans!
Doc is the first one to show signs of life, and rolls over to his stomach before crawling over and draping an arm across FPV for the pin.
NO!! FPV POWERS OUT!!! The crowd pops HUGE!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! < CLAP! > < CLAP! > < CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! >
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! < CLAP! > < CLAP! > < CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! >
Doc rolls over to his back, groaning and pounding the mat with a clenched fist as FPV rolls to his stomach and crawls toward the bottom rope. Doc rolls back over and forces himself up to one knee as FPV pulls himself closer to the ropes, and Doc is the first man up as FPV grabs the rope.
Zach Davis: DOC IS UP! DOC IS UP!
Erin Robbins: Now, let’s see if he can capitalize like a REAL champion would.
Doc grabs FPV, pulling him back to the center of the ring, and locks in some sort of modified figure four leg lock! FPV flails wildly in pain as the move begins to take its toll, but FPV manages to roll himself over onto his stomach quickly, and Doc breaks the hold before making it to his feet. He grabs FPV’s leg and lifts it, before slamming FPV knee-first into the canvas, and as FPV rolls over onto his back, grabbing his leg in pain, Doc steps back, climbing to the second turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: And Doc Henry in firm control here, I think FPV’s time might be limited in this one!
Erin Robbins: About time, too! Sarah would’ve finished either of them off hours ago!
Doc waits, and as FPV slowly staggers to his feet, favoring one leg after the figure four and then the knee shot, Doc dives off, looking for the Confederate Rocket! FPV goes down, and Doc pins.
NO! FPV KICKS OUT!
Doc shoots a look at the ref, who holds up two fingers, and then sighs and goes to the top rope, with FPV still sprawled out on the mat. He jumps, shooting star press-style, heading right for FPV.
Zach Davis: ALL-IN! DOC HENRY GOES ALL- WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!
Doc hits the mat after the last-second superkick by FPV, and his body spazzes from the shot, but FPV drops down to the mat as well, flat on his back.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! < CLAP! > < CLAP! > < CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! >
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! < CLAP! > < CLAP! > < CLAP-CLAP-CLAP! >
Zach Davis: What a move by FPV, but after so much has been taken out of him, is he still going to make the pin?
Erin Robbins: Now, I’m not one to applaud, but dammit, man! That was awesome! Pin him already!
FPV rolls over to his stomach, with Doc’s leg still twitching slightly from the shot, and FPV pushes himself toward Doc, trying to make the pin. After a moment, he manages to drape an arm over him for the pin.
Zach Davis: FPV DOES IT!!
Erin Robbins: NO!! WHAT?!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! DOC KICKED OUT!
And indeed, Doc powered out at about two and ninety-nine hundredths, the entire crowd gasping in surprise. FPV’s face falls to the mat, and Doc rolls away, under the bottom rope and outside of the ring to regroup. After a few moments on the outside of the ring, he slides back in, and forces himself to his feet, with FPV nearly unconscious. He grabs FPV and pulls him forcibly to his feet, FPV’s body almost dead weight still. He shoves FPV into the corner, and then forces him up onto the top turnbuckle in a seated position, feet dangling to about the first turnbuckle. He goes to climb up, but FPV somehow shoves him away, and Doc stumbles backward before landing on his back. The crowd pops.
Zach Davis: FPV showing signs of life!!
FPV comes alive, climbing up to the top turnbuckle, but not steady on his feet, and he slips, crotching himself for the second time in the match. He winces, and the crowd gasps, but he tries to regroup as Doc gets to his feet, but Franky isn’t quick enough, and Doc jumps up, hitting FPV with the Southern Aggression, falling backward onto the ground as FPV’s goes bouncing off Doc and landing in the middle of the ring. He crowd collectively gasps and starts to chant.
Doc rolls himself over, and quickly scurries over to FPV, pinning him and hooking both legs.
< DING-DING-DING! >
Zach Davis: DOC WINS! DOC WINS!
Erin Robbins: What a match!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers as Doc slowly gets to his feet, with FPV still an unconscious heap in the ring as the referee raises Henry’s hand in victory.
Zach Davis: Hopefully for him, Doc can keep up his winning ways when he faces Z-MAC later tonight!
Penance by Device blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy, walking out through the curtains Chelsea Armstrong stands at the top of the stage looking around at the fans in attendance. She smirks as her appearance becomes clear that she’s starting with the mind games early. Her red and black hair has been pulled up into two uneven pigtails on her head as her corset top sits ripped in parts and it looks as if dirt of dried blood has been rubbed into the fine material. As she starts walking down the ramp her attention is drawn as the events from earlier in the month still show, security guards have placed themselves at all the exits ensuring she can’t make a getaway.
Kyle Steel: From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 158 pounds, she is the Sweet Nightmare, CHELSEA ARRMMSSTTRROONNGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
Walking down the ramp she hits the hands of fans along the way getting both cheers and boos before sliding under the bottom rope and climbing the nearest turnbuckle as she poses for the fans. Jumping down she takes off her black jacket showing the uneven tying of the ribbon on the back of the corset as she smirks looking up the ramp awaiting her opponent.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent…
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
"You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He gives Chelsea a quick glance waiting for the match to get underway.
Zach Davis: Quite a big match for Jeff Purse here folks, Sarah Twilight announced earlier in the week that if he lost he’d be banished to Wednesday Nights. And of course this is Chelsea Black Armstrongs first singles match since coming here to the WCF. I just hope that she’s fully healed since being attacked by Lilith a few weeks ago.
Erin Robbins: Who cares. If she’s still injured she should damn well fight through it. Otherwise she may as well just go home. This is no place for cry babies Zack, you should know that.
Zach Davis: You disgust me sometimes you know that.
Erin Robbins: Good. Lets get this thing started.
Hearing the bell ring Chelsea charges at Purse and immediately applies a headlock. Jeff being the veteran of the two easily reaches back and breaks the hold shoving Chelsea into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Looks like Chelsea is trying to rush things here, a rookie mistake if you ask me. It could easily lead to a mistake on her part.
Erin Robbins: Of course she’s trying to rush things. She’s clearly still hurt, but she’s prideful she doesn’t want to lose her very first singles match here, no matter how much the odds are stacked against her. Wasted effort if you ask me, there’s no way she’s going to win here. She may as well just give up now.
Zach Davis: I don’t know, don’t forget that Chelsea was a multi-time champion in her previous federation.
Erin Robbins: Big deal, this isn’t the amateur leagues anymore Zack. Purse is going to murder her in this ring. And I’m looking forward to it.
Zach Davis: Shut up. I don’t get why you aren’t all over this girl she’s clearly just as insane as your beloved Sarah.
Erin Robbins: Watch your mouth. I don’t like… Oh woah! Did you see that slap?! Chelsea nearly just knocked Jeff’s head off with that! Okay yeah I’m started to like this girl…
Zack Robbins: Oh god.
Purse goes down and Chelsea begins unleashing some very hard stomps right into Jeff's face. Chelsea has completely lost it and is screaming as loud as she can right into Jeff’s face. The ref eventually attempts to step in to get Chelsea to back off, but she ignores him.
Erin Robbins: Oh this is great, Chelsea is just beating the hell out of Jeff! I’m sure Sarah will be loving this!
Zach Davis: …Just a second ago you seemed to be pretty much against her. And now just because she’s the aggressor you like her?
Erin Robbins: People can be wrong sometimes Zack. Haha oh this is great! Jeff never expected Chelsea to be this ruthless. This girl has a bright career here.
Chelsea eventually yanks Purse up by his head and sends a hard right hook right into Jeff’s jaw, Purse staggering back into the ropes. Chelsea moves in, and out of nowhere Jeff rebounds off the ropes with a clothesline, sending Chelsea flying halfway across the ring. Chelsea immediately tries to get back to her feet but Jeff lunges at her with a flying forearm, taking Chelsea back down. Jeff then springboards off the ropes with a moonsault splash, ad covers for the pin.
Chelsea manages to get her shoulder up just in time. Jeff looks on a bit shocked as he looks around the arena as if to ask what he should do here. He eventually grabs Chelsea and pulls her back onto her feet, but Chelsea shoves him off and hits him hard with a shining wizard. She immediately climbs on top of him and begins sending hard lefts and rights repeatedly into Jeffs face. The crowd boos loudly as Chelsea finally steps away, getting back to her feet. She sends a cheap kick to Jeff's face as she backs away. Jeff rolls around on the floor holding his face as the crowd continue to boo Chelsea. She doesn’t seem at all phased by this though. Chelsea just stands there watching Jeff as he stumbles back up onto his feet and comes charging at him again but Purse quickly hits a hard clothesline, falling against the ropes trying to catch his breath.
Erin Robbins: I’ve got to say, I am extremely impressed with Chelsea so far. She’s been a real dark horse in this one. I really hope she wins this. Jeff should go to Wednesday Nights with all the trash where he belongs.
Zach Davis: Oh shut up, Chelsea clearly doesn’t give a damn about anyone but herself in this. She’s almost as sadistic as Sarah.
Erin Robbins: I know. Isn’t it great?
Zach Davis: I swear with you ...
Jeff catches the breather and he proceeds to haul Chelsea to her feet. She pushes him back and sends a kick at him, he catches her foot and she hops up, snapping her other foot across the side of his head with an enziguri. Jeff stumbles back and drops to one knee. Chelsea takes a few steps into a running start and snaps him in the face now with a shining wizard. Jeff hits the canvas. Chelsea with the cover.
Jeff fires a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Now Chelsea with a pinfall attempt. Jeff is in a bit of trouble here.
Erin Robbins: The key to success: Take out on of Sarah Twilight's most hated rivals, and be rewarded. Chelsea is on the path to doing that right now.
Zach Davis: Well she is certainly giving Jeff Purse a run for his money.
Chelsea is clearly frustrated already as she grabs Jeff by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. But he stuns her with a jawbreaker. She stumbles back, holding her chin. She turns back around and into Jeff's waiting arms as he puts her up and over with a belly to belly suplex. Chelsea hits the mat hard.
Zach Davis: And just like that, he turns it around!
Erin Robbins: Come on! Kick his ass. Don't take that abuse from him!
Jeff now climbs the turnbuckle and he's off with a double moonsault, splashing into Chelsea with authority. He stays with her for the cover.
Chelsea with a shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: YES!
Zach Davis: Chelsea still in this thing. Jeff pulling out all the stops.
Jeff rolls off of the cover and he hauls Chelsea to her feet again. He sends her into the ropes with an Irish whip. She flies through the air with a cross body on the return but Jeff catches her!
Zach Davis: And she's caught!
Erin Robbins: Fight! Kick! Get out of that!
Jeff hoists her up over his shoulders and spins her out for a spinning side slam. But instead she shifts herself and hops out of it, landing on her feet.
Erin Robbins: Countered! That's what I like to see!
Zach Davis: Chelsea trading her skills back and forth with Purse. This has been an interesting contest for sure.
Jeff turns back toward Chelsea who kicks him in the gut and hooks him up fisherman style and plants him down with a swinging neckbreaker from the fisherman's position.
Zach Davis: She calls that Devil's Wing! And Jeff might be out.
Erin Robbins: Cover! 1 2 3! Over! Come on!
She goes for the cover.
Jeff kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close call!
Erin Robbins: Slow count! That was three!
Zach Davis: No Erin, it was just two.
Chelsea is seriously frustrated now and she hauls Jeff to his feet again. She locks him up into a Gory Lock and locks to transition for the STO.
Zach Davis: Going for Strongarmed.
Erin Robbins: Yes!
Zach Davis: But she doesn't have it fully!
Jeff manages to slide free of it and Chelsea turns around Jeff fires off ...
Zach Davis: The Spoke!
But Chels ducks and as she does, she punches Jeff right in his groin!
Zach Davis: Low blow! Come on!
Erin Robbins: It's all legal. Nothing can be done about it. I just love Sarah's rules.
Zach Davis: Or lack of them.
Erin Robbins: Exactly.
Jeff doubles over, clutching his groin and Chelsea takes to the outside, grabbing a folding chair from under the ring. She slides back into the ring with it. The crowd booing.
Zach Davis: Not like this!
Erin Robbins: Bash his face in! Bash it in!
Chels hovers the chair high over her head and approaches Jeff and just as she starts swinging down at him, he rolls out of the way and she hits nothing but canvas.
Zach Davis: Jeff barely escapes!
Erin Robbins: I wish he hadn't.
Chelsea takes the chair up again and moves in after Jeff. He pops up and ...
Zach Davis: The Spoke!!!!
He kicks the chair right into her head and it bounces off of her skull and then hits the floor. Chelsea falls down, out. Jeff moves in for the cover.
The bell rings.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... JEFF PURSE!
Zach Davis: Jeff making a huge statement on his return to the ring. He's on a quest to get to Sarah Twilight and Chelsea Black Armstrong is the first one crossed off his list.
Erin Robbins: He got lucky tonight. I'll tell you this though. He'd better hope he doesn't have to get in the ring with Sarah.
Zach Davis: That is something I look forward to. Nonetheless, Jeff Purse emerges victorious and the action continues!
Freddy Whoa is standing in the ring with a mic.
Freddy Whoa: Hey everyone! Freddy Whoa is back on Slam!
The crowd pops. Sorta. Some of the smarks start "WHOA!" chants.
Freddy Whoa: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Internet Title!
Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Freddy Whoa: Introducing first, the challenger... weighing two hundred and sixty pounds... the HONEY BADGER... ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
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.
Freddy Whoa: And his opponent... from Griffen, Georgia... weighing two hundred and forty-five pounds... he is the INTERNET CHAMPION... DOC "THE COCK" HENRY!
The ref does his usual checks on the competitors as Freddy Whoa heads to the announce table. Erin and Zach are taking a break or something.
DING DING DING
Doc and Zombie circle each other for a moment before locking up. Doc goes behind Zombie with a hammerlock. Zombie elbows Doc in the face and breaks free-- Zombie turns around, Doc catches him with a spinning heel kick to the jaw. Zombie stumbles, and Doc takes him down with a shoulder tackle, mounting him and hitting a series of right hands.
Freddy Whoa: This is a re-match from the last Wednesday Night show-- it was originally supposed to be a Triple Threat with Lilith, but she was injured, and now her status in the WCF is unknown. Doc is taking control early on.
Doc pulls Zombie up and then plants him with a DDT, before covering him.
Freddy Whoa: No, Zombie kicks out. Doc trying to finish it early.
Doc grabs Zombie and walks him to the turnbuckle. He goes for a turnbuckle smash but Zombie reverses it, smashing Doc's head into the turnbuckle. He then drops Doc with a short-arm clothesline. Doc hits the mat hard and Zombie goes to town on him, stomping him out. Zombie climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a kneedrop-- Doc rolls away! Zombie holds his knee in pain. Doc grabs his leg and stomps his knee. He grabs Zombie's foot and lifts his leg up, dropping it down hard on the knee.
Freddy Whoa: Doc is really working that knee.
Zombie slowly gets to his feet, with Doc waiting. Zombie stands, favoring the knee, and Doc drops him again with a chop block, attacking the knee once more. Doc climbs to the top turnbuckle and flies off with an elbowdrop, and another pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie McMorris kicks out at two. He's not giving up that easily, not with the Internet Title on the line-- a title that Zombie feels is rightfully his.
Doc stomps on Zombie a few times before pulling him to his feet. He sets him up for a Pedigree, in the double underhook position-- but Zombie powers out, lifting Doc up and over with a back body drop! And now both men are down.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie caught Doc by surprise with a nice reversal there.
Zombie gets up and pulls Doc to his feet by his arm-- he puts Doc in an arm wringer and hits a shoudler thrust, then another, before whipping Doc to the ropes. On the return, he catches Doc and presses him over his head. He walks towards the ropes and drops him for a guillotine across the top rope. Doc hits the mat, holding his neck. Zombie pulls him back to his feet and hits a reverse bulldog before covering for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: No, the Internet Champ kicks out at two! Great back and forth action so far.
Zombie drags Doc to the ropes and chokes him across the bottom rope, placing his boot against the back of Doc's head.
Freddy Whoa: The ref is helpless here-- no countouts, no disqualifications. Sarah Twilight's WCF.
Zombie pulls Doc by the leg to the center of the ring and puts him in a single leg crab. The ref checks Doc.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie trying to wear down Doc Henry.
Doc yells in pain, but refuses to submit. He inches towards the ropes. Zombie pulls him back to the center of the ring. After a few moments, Doc inches towards the ropes again, and finally grabs them. The ref instructs Zombie to release the hold, which Zombie does-- but then he starts arguing with the ref.
Freddy Whoa: Zombie's got a point-- what's the five count for if there's no disqualification? He probably didn't have to release the hold.
With Zombie arguing with the ref, Doc rolls him up from behind!
Freddy Whoa: NO, Zombie kicks out! That was CLOSE.
Both men roll to their feet-- Doc thumbs Zombie's eye, and then puts him in a waistlock, followed with a release German suplex. Doc pulls him up and whips him into the corner, followed by a running corner splash. Zombie is dazed, standing in the corner. Doc begins to lift Zombie to the top turnbuckle, setting him up for a superplex-- Zombie fights him off, hitting big right hands to his head. Doc stumbles away from the corner, and Zombie stands up on the turnbuckle, about to leap off--
Freddy Whoa: Doc charges the corner and kicks the turnbuckle! The Honey Badger is crotched on the top! Ouch!
Doc runs up the ropes--
Freddy Whoa: Southern Aggress-- NO! WHOA!
Doc attempts a Codebreaker, but Zombie reverses it into a top-rope powerbomb! Zombie picks up Doc and hits a double-arm spike DDT.
Freddy Whoa: WORLD TOUR '69! Zombie with the pin!
DING DING DING
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA once again.
Freddy Whoa: NEW INTERNET CHAMPION! Zombie McMorris is a two-time Internet Champion!
Zombie celebrates in the ring as the ref hands him the belt.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry was a great Internet Champion and put up a hell of a fight tonight, but the Honey Badger is BACK! My time is up, it's been great to be back here on Slam! Don't forget to check out the next Wednesday Night show, see you then! Zach and Erin will be right back.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing your special guest ring announcer for this match up, coming to the ring, BENJAMIN ATREYU!
“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, stumbling a bit in his inebriated state. He laughs as he regains his composure and walks down to the ring. The fans boo him as he makes his way down and he decides to stop to mock them in an immature manner, laughing hysterically before continuing his descent.
Erin Robbins: Damn it, Benjamin Atreyu is still drunk from S-PAC’s prematch celebration.
Zach Davis: Well, it’s not like they’re the ones wrestling.
Benjamin attempts to ascend the stairs, but as he lifts his foot, he loses his balance and begins to stumble backwards. He braces himself against the guardrail, preparing himself to give a second shot, this time successfully conquering the stairs. He slips between the top and middle rope, almost catching his foot on it, and makes his way over to Kyle Steel, who hands him the microphone.
Benjamin Atreyu: Let me show you how it’s done, Steelio.
Zach Davis: Did he really just call Kyle Steel, Steelio?
Benjamin Atreyu: Introducing your special guest time keeper for this bout; the amazing, the incomparable, the very silent…JOOOOOOOOOOHN GAAAAAABLE!
“Wake The Dead” by Alice Cooper plays over the sound system as John Gable walks onto the entrance ramp, where his Charlie Chaplin costume. He stumbles around, grinning like an idiot, as he walks around in his bulky wardrobe. The crowd boos him and he simply turns to them, tipping his hat, before continuing down the ramp, around the ring, and over by the time keepers table, where he bows like a gentleman and sits down. He picks up a hammer and hits the bell a couple times to check to make sure it worked.
Benjamin Atreyu: See, this isn’t so hard. I could do this all day.
Erin Robbins: This is ridiculous. The fact that management thought it would be a good idea to put S-PAC as special guest ANYTHING is an insult to the industry and shows an extreme lack of respect for the people who perform these jobs on a regular basis.
Zach Davis: Maybe, if I’m lucky, they’ll give me a special guest commentary partner.
Erin Robbins: You are lucky to have me, I am a gift.
Benjamin Atreyu: Now, moving along…Introducing, your special guest ring annou…oh wait, that’s me…sorry, everyone! My bad! Your special guest referee! FROM PARTS UNKNOWN…No wait, that’s not right, have the wrong card here…from MACON, GEORGIA, WAAAAAAYLOOOON CAAAAAAASH!
“Criminals” by Big-B hits the sound system and Waylon Cash comes out holding a beer car, still wearing his Cannonball Run costume, but this time with a referee shirt over it. He tosses the beer can to the side and begins to walk down the ramp. Instead of trying to make his way up the stairs, he slides into the ring and gets to his feet with minimal incident. He walks over and jerks the microphone in his direction.
Waylon Cash: WOOOHOOO! LETS DO THIS!
Benjamin jerks the microphone back away from Waylon.
Benjamin Atreyu: Okay, where were we? Right! Coming to the ring, hailing from somewhere in Texas, I think the Alamo, at a combined weight of 515 pounds…or 233.6 kilograms if you’re into that, the team of Kid Young and Mason Young…YOUNG MATILDA!...er…MILITIA!
"The Outsiders" by Eric Church starts playing as Mason and Kid Young step out into the arena followed by Dr. Steven Smith, Sly Young and Billy Ray Young. They look angrily at Benjamin for taking a fair amount of liberties with their introduction and start towards the ring. The fans are booing as well as throwing trash at them. They stop half way and give the double bird. They start towards the ring again and slide in ready for action.
However, before Benjamin Atreyu can introduce the next team, Waylon Cash is already motion for Dr. Steven Smith, Sly Young, and Billy Ray Young to head to the back with the infamous referee battle cry, “YOU’RE OUTTA HERE!” Mason and Kid Young both begin to protest the decision, but as they step towards Waylon, Benjamin steps in the way.
Benjamin Atreyu: You heard the referee, guys. If you want to get the match going, you’re gonna have to send your goonies back.
Benjamin turns to Young Militia’s entourage and gestures for them to ‘shoo’.
Benjamin Atreyu: Come on, get out of here, you crazy kids.
Erin Robbins: What an abuse of power. They hadn’t even done anything and Waylon is already using his authoritative position to unjustly force them into the back.
Zach Davis: I don’t see what the big problem is. They aren’t part of the match up, they don’t need to be out here. In fact, if you think about it, Waylon Cash is doing the smart thing by sending them back before they can insert themselves into this match.
Erin Robbins: I hardly think his motives are that pure. I think he is doing it to ensure that if S-PAC wants to try anything, no one will be able to get in their way.
Zach Davis: That is an unfair assumption about our special guest referee.
The rest of Young Militia’s group begrudgingly leave ring side and move to the back.
Benjamin Atreyu: There we go, good boys…Introducing next, weighing in at a combined weight of 485 pounds...or 1139 pounds if you’re on Jupiter…the team of Seifer Blacks Are Strong and “The Pacifier” Mrs. Robinson…no, wait. Let me try this again. The team of Seifer Black Armstrong and “The Punisher” Matt Robinson…there we go…JUSTICE!
Riot by Bullet For My Valentine, The lights in the arena cut off as a voice booms through the PA system and says the following words, ‘Juliet…Uniform…Sierra…Tango…India…Charlie…Echo! WE…ARE…JUSTICE’, 'Riot' by Bullet For My Valentine then blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong and Matthew Robinson burst out onto the stage wearing their normal ring gear with the latest black ‘Justice’ T-shirts, both looking a tad perturbed by Benjamin’s work as special guest ring announce, and begin heading down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way. Armstrong and Robinson reach the ring and slide under the bottom rope and climb a turnbuckle each, Robinson raises his arms above his head whilst Armstrong stretches his arms out in the sign of the cross, tilting his head back and spitting silver mist into the air. The two then simultaneously remove their shirts and throw them into the crowd before climbing down, walking to the centre of the ring and doing a double fist bump as ‘Riot’ fades out.
John Gable picks up the hammer and rings the bell. All the participants in the ring look confused as they stare at the drunk Gable.
Benjamin Atreyu: No, not yet, buddy. We still got one more team to introduce.
John Gable realizes his mistake and apologizes silently. He hits the bell again to reverse his mistake, as if to end the match that had yet to begin.
Benjamin Atreyu: Okay, introducing last, weighing in at 526 pounds of dead weight, the team of Odin “Wishes he was Atreyu” Balfore and Bobby “I voted Nixon in 2012” Cairo, THE DICKLESS…oh, how immature of me, lets save those jokes for lesser people to make…THE THICKNESS!
"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.
Benjamin Atreyu: Ooooh, entering through the crowd, how edgy…
Odin Balfore makes a motion at Benjamin, causing Benjamin to jump back and point over at Odin while looking at Waylon, signaling for him to keep Odin under control. Waylon steps between them instantly and tells Odin to keep it easy.
Erin Robbins: Eventually, Benjamin’s mouth is going to get him hit, if we’re lucky.
Benjamin steps out of the ring as each team heads to their corner. The Thickness slips through the ropes ad Kid Young and Matt Robinson become first legal men on their respective sides. Waylon motions for the match to start, but no bell rings, they all look over at Gable who is fiddling with his shoe laces.
Benjamin Atreyu: Yo, Turkey boy, ring the bell.
Gable looks up and realizes he is holding the match up. He quickly hits the ring bell and places the hammer in his back pocket.
Zach Davis: and this bout is now underway.
Matt Robinson and Kid Young approach each other from opposite sides of the ring. Gable sits down and as he does so, the hammer falls out of his pocket, hitting the bell. Waylon quickly jumps between the two wrestlers and send them back into their corners.
Erin Robbins: What?! What is going on here?
Zach Davis: Well, it appears that the match was abruptly ended by the ringing of the bell and referee Waylon Cash sent both competitors back into their corners.
Erin Robbins: You have to be kidding me. This isn’t boxing, once that bell rings, they don’t stop fighting until there is a winner. See, this is what happens when you place people as careless as S-PAC as special guest anything, especially when they’ve been drinking all night.
Zach Davis: This is classic Chaplin, calm down, Erin.
Gable, quickly realizing his mistake, he apologizes again and hits the bell once more. Waylon signals for the match to begin. Matt Robinson and Kid Young meet up in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie-up.
Erin Robbins: Well, if there is to be no more interruptions, it seems the match has officially begun. “Kid Redneck” Michael Young and “The Punisher” Matt Robinson are fairly close in weight, but Robinson has quite a few inches on Michael Young, which seems to be giving him a slightly advantage as he uses his leverage to push Michael back into an empty corner.
Michael is pressed against the turn buckle as Matt grabs his arm and attempts and irish whip into the corner, but Michael quickly reverses it by swinging around and irish whipping Matt towards it instead. Matt forces himself to stop mere feet from the turnbuckle, avoiding an unpleasant meeting with The Thickness who sit ready to jump into this match as soon as someone gets close enough for them to tag in. Matt Robinson turns around and is met with a stiff punch from Michael Young, who quickly follows it up with a combination of jabs and hooks, keeping Matt off balance. Michael kicks Matt in the guy and then irish whips him into Young Militia’s corner, quickly tagging in his partner. Mason Young.
Erin Robbins: Michael Young not wasting any time, tonight. He quickly seizes his opening, takes advantage of it by working Matt Robinson down and tagging in his partner to keep the offense fresh and keep Matt from getting any rest. Smart thinking on Michael’s part. Matt is going to have to find a way to break free from that corner if he is going to have any hope of seeing a victory.
Mason pulls Matt out of the corner, grabbing hold of his left arm and giving it a solid arm wrench before backing him up into the ropes and irish whipping him across the ring. Matt bounces off the other set of ropes and as he comes back Mason goes for a big boot, but Matt ducks under, bouncing against the first set of ropes and hitting Mason with a hard falling clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Matt was able to efficiently evade Mason’s big boot and come back with a nice clothesline, hopefully giving him ample opportunity to get that opening he needs to shift the match into his favor.
Zach Davis: It’s still early, a simple clothesline isn’t going to keep Mason down long enough for it to be a game changer.
Both men get back to their feet at the same time, Matt Robinson giving a nice hard with and catching Mason on the jaw, sending him reeling before coming back with a strike of his own. The two begin to trade back and forth until it is a rapid fire of punch from both sides, but Mason Young, being the power house he is, reels back once more and knocks Matt in the temple with a hard blow.
Erin Robbins: Oh, Matt Robinson losing that opportunity as Mason clocks him.
Zach Davis: and not a single interference from S-PAC.
Erin Robbins: I guess I’ll have to give credit to…
Benjamin Atreyu: Come on, guys. This is for a shot at the Tag Titles.
Erin Robbins: and I spoke too soon…
Benjamin Atreyu stands up, microphone still in hand.
Benjamin Atreyu: Really go at it, I want to see how passionate you guys are about it.
Erin Robbins: Damn it, why won’t he just shut up? There is a match going on.
The wrestlers continue their match up, paying no mind to Benjamin’s silly attempt at instigating. Matt stumbles backwards into Young Militia’s corner again. Mason quickly follows up with a couple kicks to Matt’s gut, before tagging in his partner, Michael Young.
Benjamin Atreyu: Nice strategy on the part of Young Militia, keeping Matt cornered off, working him down. Thickness, you better hope you get an opening to get in there soon, would be awful to have the match end without either of your stepping into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Hey! That’s our job, Atreyu!
Benjamin Atreyu: What are you looking at me for, Erin? The show is in the ring, the match ain’t over here, don’t know why you’re looking at me, you need to be doing your job, boy.
Michael quickly moves into the ring, grabbing hold of Matt’s arm, pulling him out of the corner, and spinning around to whip him back into it. Matt his the turn buckle hard and comes stumbling forward where he is hit with a stand dropkick.
Erin Robbins: While Michael Young isn’t the biggest competitor in this match up, his agility is going to work to his adv…
Benjamin Atreyu: Come on, is that all you got. I’ve been hitting drop kicks better than that since I was 19.
Erin Robbins: Damn it!
Zach Davis: Calm down, Erin, this is America, he is entitled to his opinion.
Erin Robbins: Yes, but he needs to be respectful of the match up.
Zach Davis: He should, but he doesn’t NEED to be, it isn’t the law.
Michael pulls Matt to his feet before irish whipping him back into his corner, but as he does, Matt his Mason off the apron with a back elbow and when Michael approaches him, Matt launches himself out of the corner with a hard right. Michael reels back, but quickly tries to charge Matt, attempting to hit him with a body splash into the corner, but Matt moves out of the way, forcing Michael’s ribs and the turnbuckle to meet. Matt dives for his corner and tags in Seifer Black Armstrong, ducks into the ring and charges into Michael young, who is nursing his ribs in his own corner, hitting him with a running elbow smash.
Erin Robbins: Great work by Matt, utilizing his momentum to work his way out of that corner and tagging his fresh partner, Seifer Black Armstrong, into the ring, allowing him to quickly go after Michael Young.
Zach Davis: I imagine we are going to see a lot of resilience in this match up. All these wrestlers are fighting for the chance to compete against S-PAC for the prestigious tag team titles.
Seifer continues the onslaught with a combination of stiff strikes, making sure to irish whip Michael out of the corner as he see Mason quickly making his way up the ring steps towards him. Michael slams against the turnbuckle in Justice’s corner. Seifer makes his way over to their corner, ducking as Michael attempts to hit him with a right hook, turning Michael’s back to Seifer who takes advantage and hits Michael with a German suplex.
Benjamin Atreyu: Go for the pin, I’m sure he is worn down enough by now!
Erin Robbins: Atreyu attempting to give Seifer faulty advice, but considering how Seifer is doing so far, I think he’ll be too smart to do something as silly as go for the cover so early in the match.
Seifer lifts Michael to his feet, Michael futilely swings low at Seifer, who pushes him back into the corner and his him with a running high knee. As they Seifer backs out of the corner, he hooks Michael into suplex position and hits him with a snap suplex.
Erin Robbins: Seifer really using that Japanese strong style and technical background to work Michael Young down, focusing on Michael’s endurance as he reenacts the same strategy that Young Militia was using earlier in the match up.
Seifer tag in Matt, who climbs to the top rope.
Erin Robbins: Oh, high risk maneuver by Matt Robinson, will this pan out for him.
Benjamin Atreyu: Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu, knock it off.
Zach Davis: Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall.
Erin Robbins: ZACH!
Zach Davis: What, it would be funny.
Michael gets up to his feet. Matt jumps off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick, sending Michael crashing back to the mat, allowing Matt to go for the pin.
Erin Robbins: He’s going for the pin!
No one is counting, Waylon is looking off at the titantron, watching it as if it were a television set, suddenly realizing that he is the one who should be counting. He quickly drops to the floor…
NO! Michael Young kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Really? Waylon wasn’t paying attention! He almost completely forgot he was in this match altogether.
Matt gets to his feet and begins to stomp on Michael’s ribs. Mason slips through the top and middle rope trying to interfere, but Waylon is quick to push him back into his corner, Matt yelling at Mason to stay out of the ring, only to be hit with a low blow from Michael as he puts his focus back on him. Matt falls to his knees as Michael gets to his feet, delivering a kick to the side of Matt’s head. Waylon turns back and assumes position.
Erin Robbins: I can’t fault Michael for low-blowing Matt Robinson, all matches in WCF are no disqualification, but the real trick here was getting Mason to distract, no Waylon, but Matt Robinson so Michael Young could sneak in the low-blow. Robinson really should have know better than to turn his back on his opponent like that.
Zach Davis: If the back and forth between Young Militia and Justice continues, there is a good chance The Thickness might not even get to step foot into the ring, wouldn’t that be something?
Erin Robbins: I’m starting to think if S-PAC has their way, The Thickness will have no part in this match up.
Zach Davis: There you go with your conspiracy theories. S-PAC has no reason to believe that The Thickness will have any better of a chance winning the titles than anyone else.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, but Benjamin has some intense history with Odin and I imagine if the two step into a ring with each other again, that history might come out.
Michael picks Matt up and hits him with a belly-to-belly suplex, sending him flying overhead and into the center of the ring. Michael climbs the top rope, looking down at the fallen Matt Robinson and then proceeds to leap off the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: He is going for it, Kid N Inc. Can he hit it?
Michael flies through the air and connects with a flying elbow, quickly going for the cover.
Erin Robbins: Our second pin of the match, could this be it?
Waylon drops down to the mat quicker than the first time.
Waylon stands up, looking confused as he walks over to the ropes and yells out to Benjamin.
Benjamin Atreyu: Three comes next, Waylon.
Erin Robbins: This is a joke, right? There is no way Waylon is so drunk that he can’t remember what comes after two.
Zach Davis: Then you’ve never gotten drunk the right way, Erin.
Waylon quickly drops down again to count for three…
…but Matt kicks out just in time!
Erin Robbins: This is a mockery of the sport! These competitors are fighting hard and valiant for their chance at the titles and these three idiots are acting as if this was some sort of game. When this night is over I am going to issue a complaint to the staff of WCF Headquarters that these three be reprimanded for their ludicrous behavior.
Matt tries to crawl over to his partner, but Michael grabs him by his legs. There is a bit of a struggle and Matt kicks Michael backwards, sending him into The Thickness’ corner where Odin Balfore tags himself in.
Erin Robbins: The Thickness is finally in the match.
Odin quickly goes to work on Matt by stomping away at his ribs, dropping a big elbow as Matt continues to try and get away.
Zach Davis: Odin Balfore, obvious being one of the biggest competitors in the match, is already using his power to work on the ribs and spine of Matt Robinson, which will definitely prove useful when he decides to use any of his finishing maneuvers like Ragnarok or Valhalla Bomb.
Odin lifts Matt to his feet and starts to drive his knee hard into Matt’s ribs repeatedly.
Erin Robbins: Matt Robinson has been in this match for a good amount of time and it has been mostly him on the receiving end. It might have been a bad move of Seifer’s part to tag him back in.
Zach Davis: and now that Odin is in the ring, who knows what might happen to him.
Odin hooks him up and lifts him into a stalling suplex, taking his time to show off his strength by keeping Matt Robinson up in the air. Seifer slips into the ring to attack Odin, but Bobby Cairo quickly spring boards off the apron, off the ropes, and hits Seifer with flying knee attack, leaving Odin’s stalling suplex uninterrupted.
Erin Robbins: Seifer, unable to take Odin’s taunting, tried to take matters into his own hands, but his attack with quickly intercepted by the very impressive Bobby Cairo who came out of nowhere with that flying knee and now the two of them have rolled out of the ring and are duking it out.
Odin falls backwards, finish his stalling suplex with a thunderous thud against the ring. He goes for the pin, Waylon drops to the mat again.
Erin Robbins: I can’t believe this, first he ‘forgets to count’, then he ‘forgets’ what comes after two, and now he is slow counting.
Zach Davis: Hey, its hard being a referee, give him a break.
Th-NO! Matt kicks out before Waylon can bring his hand down for a third time.
Odin gets to his feet, but as he is about to complain to Waylon about his slow counting, all of a sudden, Michael Young springboards from off of the ropes and hits Odin with a hurricarana, sending him crashing to the mat. Michael leaps back onto his feet and drags Matt over to the ropes to let Mason tag himself in. Mason walks over to Odin, who is getting back to his feet and starts hitting him with a fury of punches and kicks, really bringing it down a rough brawl. Odin mounts a decent offense, but they go back and forth for a while, before Mason lands a stiff kick to the gut, forcing Odin to bend over. Mason underhooks Odin’s arms, but Odin uses sheer force to lift Mason and throw him over.
Erin Robbins: Mason was going for the Moose bomb, but Odin managed to reverse it!
Michael tries to attack Odin, but Odin hits him with a big boot.
Benjamin Atreyu: Now, how come I didn’t get to see this side of Odin when we were tagging together?
Bobby Cairo, still duking it out with Seifer, grabs him by the air and irish whips him hard into the ring post, sending Seifer to the concrete floor. Bobby quickly runs back to his corner, waiting for Odin to tag him in. Odin lifts Mason to his feet and grabs his throat, pulling him over to Thickness’ corner so he can tag Bobby in. Odin then lifts Mason up and hits him with a chokeslam backbreaker
Erin Robbins: Ragnarok! Look, he’s holding Mason in that position, that could only mean one thing!
Bobby is tagged in, he leaps into the ring, bounces off the ropes and his mason with a stiff mafia kick.
Erin Robbins: ATM! ATM!
Bobby goes for the pin.
Benjamin Atreyu: Now, Waylon!
Waylon drops to the floor.
John Gable does not hesitate to ring the bell.
Benjamin Atreyu: Your winners and number one contenders for the tag-team titles…THE THICKNESS!
Benjamin quickly drops the microphone and Gable stands up from his seat at the time keepers table and they both approach the ring. Waylon lifts Odin Balfore’s hand in victory, but as Benjamin slides into the ring Waylon hits Odin with a stiff clothesline. Bobby tries to retaliate, but is quickly hit with a big boot from Benjamin Atreyu. All three members of S-PAC begin to beat down on The Thickness.
Erin Robbins: Damn it, I knew S-PAC were nothing but dirty bastards! They lead us to believe they were drunk just to make this big spectacle.
Benjamin Atreyu picks up Bobby Cairo in a power bomb position, Gable ascends to the top rope and hits him with a Rough Ryder as Benjamin power bombs him.
Zach Davis: OFF WITH HIS HEAD! Devastating!
Erin Robbins: This is sick!
Just then, Odin gets to his feet and manages to big boot Waylon, sending him to the ground, as both Benjamin and Gable see Odin coming after them they quickly roll out and exit via the crowd barrier, evading the possible attack.
Erin Robbins: Face what you have coming to you, you cowards!
Doc Henry is walking in the hallway when a door slams open right in his face and knocks him down. Out steps Adam Young with a baseball bat.
Adam Young: Hello Doc.
Adam slams the bat over Doc's left knee five times and then it breaks in half.
Adam Young: Have a nice night.
Adam walks away whistleing Dixie.
Zach Davis: ...What a dick.
“Everybody's Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system as gold lights start flashing and Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shining on him as he makes his way to the ring with an energetic walk, a smile on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and slaps hands with the audience.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing at 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 245 lbs., from Pacific Palisades, CA, he is the WCF Elite Champion … ERIC PRICE!
He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience as he raises his hands and smirks at the audience.
Zach Davis: And Eric Price making his way to the ring here tonight after having delivered the bombshell earlier that he is going out and in a relationship with Rachel Twilight.
Erin Robbins: I cannot believe he is going out with the boss’s sister, what a sicko.
Zach Davis: Sicko? They’re both near the same age, nothing wrong with two consenting adults going out and having a relationship. Sarah didn’t certainly seem too happy about it though.
The lights in the Marriott Center of Salt Lake City, Utah dim to pitch black Bulletproof by 12 Stones blares in the speakers with lights swinging around the center lighting up the darkness from the dimmed lights. In cue with the music, pyros of red, white and blue go off when the sound of BANG!!! from Bulletproof. The pyros continue to go off on cue with the word being said. After the third pyro goes off the lights 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. At the signal of the final pyros the dimmed lights turn back on and light the whole center 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: And his tag team partner, standing at 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 205 lbs., from New York City, he is Donald Deruty … D-DAY!
Once he reaches ringside 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 swaggery hop to his walk. He looks up at the titantron where the sights of his memorial moments in his WCF career can be seen.
Zach Davis: And D-day also looks rearing to go, both these men suffered a very controversial loss at the Helloween PPV after Sarah Twilight involved herself directly and made sure that the participants of this team were eliminated early basically handing S-PAC the victory.
Erin Robbins: What a … what a biased story you’re telling!
Zach Davis: THE TRUTH!
Erin Robbins: That Eric Price and D-Day were screwed out of their victory, that’s a load and you know it!
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
Zach Davis: And here comes the third man that was on that team last week … in the opposite corner tonight!
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 piece, and a jewel-encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, introducing first, standing at 6’ 2” tall, weighing in at 230 lbs., from Oakland, CA, he is “The Mack” … STEVE ORBIT!
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.
Zach Davis: And Steve Orbit looks ready tonight but he has also got to be reeling from his loss at Helloween as well.
Erin Robbins: Probably but to blame Sarah Twilight is ridiculous.
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: And his tag team partner, standing at 6’ 5” tall, weighing in at 225 lbs., he is the WCF World 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 moments to exchange a long stare with his opponents before finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: And now the Sarah Twilight endorsed Jonny Fly in the ring, coming off a successful title defense at Helloween against Frank Patrick Venable.
Erin Robbins: Showcasing his dominance and the fact that he is … aside from our great and lovely owner Sarah Twilight of course … the greatest WCF World Champion of all time.
Zach Davis: Have to make sure you mention Sarah in that sentence of course because heaven forbid your lips get chapped. You using that chapstick Eric gave you, you seem to be a bit dry.
Erin Robbins: You are just so disrespectful aren’t you?
Zach Davis: Nevertheless, tonight we see the team of Eric Price and D-Day take on the team of Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly, all top tier competitors, all ready to go here! And it looks like Eric Price will start the match for his team and Jonny Fly will start the match for his team!
Erin Robbins: Oh here we go!
Zach Davis: No love lost between these two men as there has been a lot of hatred and bad blood.
Jonny Fly and Eric Price circle each other a bit and both men look ready to go and just as Eric Price is about to try and put on a headlock on Fly, Fly quickly goes back to his corner and tags in Steve Orbit!
Zach Davis: And what the hell?
Erin Robbins: He’s the World Champion, he’s going to play it smart and step out here, no need to compete for free.
As Steve Orbit steps into the ring, Jonny Fly quickly asks for his World Title and drapes it over his shoulder as he stands at ringside and watches Orbit in the ring.
Zach Davis: And what’s Fly doing here? Orbit now the legal man but Fly taking his title and he’s just watching like a spectator from ringside.
Erin Robbins: He’s surveying what’s going on in the ring, a smart strategy.
Fly watches from the outside as Eric Price just shakes his head at Fly and now locks eyes with Orbit. As Eric tries to run at Orbit with a clothesline, Orbit instead decides to duck out of the ring and stands next to Fly as Eric looks on confused at what is happening. The crowd booing the actions of Orbit and Fly.
Zach Davis: What the? Fly and Orbit talking on the outside here, get in the ring and fight damn it!
Erin Robbins: Zach please … be patient. Fly and Orbit are discussing strategy, they know they’ve got this.
Orbit then nods his head and quickly stands on the ring apron outside looking at Eric Price who’s signaling for him to get in to get this match started. Orbit signals for Eric to tag in D-Day as he wants to fight him.
Zach Davis: And looks like Orbit is asking for D-Day to be tagged in? Eric confused as am I … what is going on here?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know.
Eric reluctantly goes to his corner and tags in D-Day who is just as confused as he is and Orbit now slides through the ring ropes and appears ready to compete, as if he just caught a second wind. D-Day gets in and signals for Orbit to simply bring it on.
Zach Davis: And D-Day is ready to go here. Orbit looks ready and … wait a minute!
Orbit simply smirks at D-Day and shakes his head at him while telling him “You’re not good enough” as he slides out of the ring and walks off with Jonny Fly as the fans start massively booing them!
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: Erin … they’re just walking away from our main event, what is the meaning of this?
Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit simply continue up the ramp with smirks on their faces as they walk away from the ring and toward the back. Eric Price steps into the ring with D-Day who both look completely confused as to what happened.
Erin Robbins: I think it’s simple, Orbit along with Fly feel that their competition tonight is not worthy of them and that this audience does not deserve to see them in action so they’re leaving. Smart men!
Zach Davis: Gutless cowards is what they are. That’s the World Champion and now Steve Orbit is just as much of a turncoat as Fly is and for what reason? Was Eric right all along to not trust Steve Orbit?
Erin Robbins: Look Zach, superiority breeds envy and the fact is that Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit did not need to compete here tonight because their competition was not good enough.
Eric Price and D-Day simply look on both angered at what they just witnessed, Eric asks for a microphone.
Eric Price: Well … it seems that our oh so wonderful World Champion decided not to compete tonight … typical of him I suppose considering he doesn’t have a pair to begin with. But Steve Orbit … I want to say this right now … two weeks ago I asked you what you were thinking hanging out with Jonny Fly … but I guess being that much of a douchebag is contagious. So Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly, and I think I speak for the fans when I say that I have two words for you … f*(beep)*k you!
Crowd cheers loudly as “Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system as both Eric Price and D-Day both talk in the ring.
Erin Robbins: How highly disrespectful!
Zach Davis: Well deserved in my opinion. Definitely a lot of questions raised here tonight. What’s going to happen next week as a result of this? What punishment will Sarah Twilight have for walking out on her main event? What explanation will Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly have? Folks, you’ll have to tune in next week to find out. Good night everyone from Salt Lake City!