“Everybody’s Fool” plays over the speaker system of the Expo Center as the crowd starts cheering and the house lights remain on as Slam kicks off!
Zach Davis: And we kick off Slam this week with Eric Price who cannot possibly be too happy with how his match went last week.
Erin Robbins: He needs to get over it, he’s not good enough to compete against Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit.
Eric walks out with a smirk on his face as he slaps hands with the fans on his way down to the ring at a slow pace. Oddly enough, wearing a cream colored sport coat, navy blue shirt, and navy blue jeans as he makes his way into the ring asking the ring crew for a microphone.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the WCF Elite Champion … ERIC PRICE!
Zach Davis: And although he’s not scheduled to compete here tonight, I’ve heard that he’s wanted to address what happened last week as he is reportedly not happy about how his match ended.
The music dies down as the crowd is cheering for Eric as he stands in the ring not looking too happy, still a smirk on his face as he starts to address the live crowd!
Eric Price: Last week … last week was an embarrassment to WCF and to audiences all around the world. For those of you who tuned in, we were supposed to have a main event tag team match of myself and my partner D-Day vs the team of Steve Orbit and the WCF World Champion Jonny Fly but instead what happened? Well, let’s roll the footage.
Footage from the 11/3/13 edition of Slam starts playing on the big screen for the audience, which shows Jonny Fly simply tagging out and refusing to participate in the match. Then Steve Orbit doing the same, pretending to get into the match only to walk out along with Jonny Fly from the match.
Eric Price: Instead of competing, what did these two charlatans do? They decided to walk out on the match.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Based on what I’ve heard, they claim that they are simply too good to compete against the likes of myself and D-Day … just who in the hell do they think they are? Steve Orbit’s pretty good but man, with the kind of company you’re keeping as of late, it’s a shame that you’re consigning yourself to becoming boring and mediocre. Speaking of boring and mediocre, Jonny Fly … you are truly hilarious in that you think you’re actually better than me and you show that in your mind by refusing to compete with me, somehow you think you’ve snubbed me but the way I see it, you’re ducking me because you know that if you and I faced off, I’d beat you, humiliate you, and take that World Title from you. And we all know of course that you fear that most of all because I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, without that World Title, you are nothing Jonny Fly; you have no talent, no charisma, no redeeming qualities whatsoever except for being a backstabbing jackass!
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: But enough of you because this is bigger than you … we all know you never do anything on your own because let’s face facts Jonny … you, actually having an original thought? That doesn’t happen. Besides, there’s no sense in calling you out as you think you’re so important, you don’t actually arrive to the show until it’s well underway. So why doesn’t the master manipulator come out here? Come on Sarah, he’s your boy isn’t he? You endorsed him, get out here and explain to me what that travesty of a main event was last week. I really would like to know what this vendetta you have against me is all about.
Zach Davis: Whoa, Eric Price calling out WCF owner Sarah Twilight.
Eric Price: Come on Sarah, in fact why don’t you explain Helloween?! You see these scars that are still healing on my face thanks to what you did to me with that grater two weeks ago? That’s why I lost the match … S-PAC can claim whatever they want but fact is you assisted them to victory because you simply can’t stand my success, isn’t that right Sarah?
Erin Robbins: What a load of crap he is spewing, Eric Price is insignificant to our boss.
Zach Davis: I’m not so sure about that Erin, Eric makes a good point in that she did cost him his place in the match at Helloween.
Eric Price: SARAH … I’m not asking again … GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!
Erin Robbins: How dare he bark out orders like that? Who does he think he is?
Eric Price: Fine, you won’t come out here, then I’ll go get…
Just as Eric is about to walk out of the ring, “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons starts playing over the speaker system and Steeltoe Joe walks out, microphone in hand and starts to speak as his music dies down as he continues to walk toward the ring.
Steeltoe Joe: Oh Eric … you just never learn do you?
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Eric Price: Come again?
Steeltoe Joe: You simply couldn’t follow the right path and now you are stuck in mediocrity. Fact is, you are not good enough to call out Sarah Twilight.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: I’m sorry, but could you repeat that?
Steeltoe Joe continues walking toward the ring looking very pissed off at the crowd and at Eric Price but at the same time, trying to ignore them
Steeltoe Joe: You are a worthless loser. Sarah is so right about you yet you stand here calling her out like you have the right to do so? She’s not going to waste her time on you.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Steeltoe Joe at this has stepped into the ring and is face to face with Eric Price
Eric Price: I’m sorry Joe, I’m having trouble hearing you, we got a jam-packed arena of about 15,000 people calling you an asshole!
Crowd cheers as Joe looks even more pissed off at this point
Eric Price: Regardless Joe, what are you doing here? Are you doing your errands as Sarah’s boy? I mean, she did help you win the US Title from me when she decided to screw me out of it a month ago, isn’t that right?
Joe simply smirks at Eric
Steeltoe Joe: I have no idea what you’re talking about Eric. I won that title through pure strength of will and through my cunning and intelligence.
Eric Price: And you lost it even more quickly in your first title defense to the last person I signed during my tenure running this company, Ryan Rhodes, a young man who will make a better US Champion than you ever could.
Eric Price: Besides, the only reason you stole that title from me is because Sarah decided to gift it to you to stick it to me. You can twist it all you want but you know that to be the truth.
Steeltoe Joe: The only truth I know is that you are now irrelevant Eric. You have done nothing important in the last few months, ever since you gave Sarah the company, the only smart thing you’ve ever done, she’s tried to fix the mess you made and make this company the great enterprise it is today.
Eric Price: Great enterprise? She’s made sadistic and evil matches, abused her power beyond belief, fired people left and right for her own amusement, and denigrated great talent while endorsing garbage like you and Jonny Fly and that’s betterment?
Steeltoe Joe: You watch your words Eric … you’re just jealous because she doesn’t see you as a great talent as she does me. Fact is, you’re a never was.
Eric Price: A never was? You’re starting to sound like Jonny Fly now! He also made the claim that he allowed me to be champion when he ran this company, it’s funny how everyone has “allowed” me to succeed during their reigns, that it’s nothing I did but simply because of their whims that I succeeded. I tell you what Joe, why don’t you give a message to Sarah for me.
Steeltoe Joe: What’s that? That you’re nothing but a cowardly pussy who can’t fight on his own. Or how about the wuss that gave up against Sarah Twilight a few months ago because you just couldn’t fight her? Face it Eric, you are nothing but a coward!
Eric Price: Is that a fact? Why don’t you tell that bitch that…
Eric immediately takes his microphone and whacks Steeltoe Joe in the head with it. He then whacks him again, and again, and again, and again, and again with the same microphone in the head as Steeltoe Joe is completely out of it and down on the canvas.
Erin Robbins: Wait a minute? What is this?
Zach Davis: I’ll tell you what it is, it’s Steeltoe Joe getting what he deserves.
Eric then quickly starts stomping away the gut of Steeltoe Joe, again, and again stomping away repeatedly. He then quickly slides out and grabs a steel chair as Joe is still down in pain in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Oh come on now, this is not right!
Eric slides back into the ring with a sadistic smile on his face as he looks down at Steeltoe Joe who is helpless in the ring and he swings the steel chair and hits him right in the gut with the steel chair. He whacks him again, and again, and again, and again, and again, repeatedly totaling 10 chair shots to the gut. He then turns him around and starts hitting him with the steel chair in the back repeatedly totaling about 10 chair shots as well.
Zach Davis: Wow … Eric Price seems possessed here, taking out all his pent up frustrations against Steeltoe Joe.
Erin Robbins: This is a heinous assault!
Eric then smirks at Steeltoe Joe but looks also at the steel chair he has in hand and throws it on the canvas. He grabs Steeltoe Joe by the legs as he looks toward a corner of the ring. He quickly slides out of the ring while maintaining a grip on STJ’s legs. He then pulls both his legs toward the ring post, one to the left of it, one to the right of it hurting him right in the middle.
Zach Davis: And oh my God, that’s gotta hurt! Right in the gonads of Steeltoe Joe, you can hear him screaming in pain.
Eric smiles as the crowd is cheering him on to beat up Steeltoe Joe some more. Eric then grabs the chair that is on the canvas and takes STJ’s left leg and then hits his leg against the steel post with it as STJ screams in pain. He then repeats it with his right leg!
Erin Robbins: Come on, enough is enough here!
Zach Davis: I … I think you’ve done enough damage Eric, maybe it’s time to leave him be.
Eric looks at the steel chair once more and decides to slide into the ring. He then takes off his sport coat and hangs it in the opposite corner, he drags Steeltoe Joe away from the steel post and puts the steel chair around his neck. He then looks at the top rope and starts slowly stepping up toward the corner turnbuckle, on top of the top rope as he surveys Joe, who is down, completely busted open, defenseless, with the steel chair around his neck!
Erin Robbins: This is not right! Someone has to stop this!
Zach Davis: This is intense I have to admit. I know Steeltoe Joe and Sarah Twilight have screwed with Eric Price a lot but … OH MY GOD!
Eric Price jumps off the top rope with the elbow landing right on the steel chair planting it right on Steeltoe Joe’s neck as he is completely out of it now! Eric then goes to the opposite corner and grabs his sport coat and puts it back on as he looks at the limp carcass of Steeltoe Joe on the canvas.
Eric Price: Hey Joe, why don’t you tell Sarah that if she continues to screw with me and disrespect me, this is just a sample of what I will do to her.
Eric drops the microphone and walks out of the ring with a smile on his face as he notices medical personnel rushing toward the ring to aid Steeltoe Joe.
Zach Davis: Eric Price walking away from the scene here and it seems as if Sarah Twilight has allowed medical personnel to attend to Steeltoe Joe who may be out for months now.
Erin Robbins: You cannot tell me you condone this?
Zach Davis: Look … Joe and Sarah pushed Eric way too far, they’ve screwed with him time and time again and he finally got some payback. He’s sending a message to Sarah Twilight though and you have to wonder that if he said this is just a sample, just what does he have in mind for Sarah Twilight should she continue to have him in her sights.
Erin Robbins: I would rather not speculate on such a sick individual. Honestly, Eric Price should be arrested for what he did, it was heinous, it was reprehensible, it was outright sickening.
Zach Davis: I … I can’t exactly applaud what he did but I can understand why he did it and it’s very simple, what goes around comes around. Sarah and Joe had been asking for this for a while and tonight just happened to be the night that Joe got what he had coming to him.
Erin Robbins: So he deserved this?
Zach Davis: In my opinion, yes, yes he did.
Erin Robbins: You are truly sick Zach.
The scene opens on the outside of the arena. We soon see Denise standing with her horse, moving a brush over it's back, and getting it ready for her match. The door opens and there stood Tasha. She takes a deep breath of air in, and spots Denise with her horse. Denise doesn't see her standing there, and continues on.
Tasha Lavondyss: Hey wait.
Tasha calls out to Denise as she begins to trot of atop of the horse. Denise pauses and looks back to see the Aussie stood there.
Tasha Lavondyss: That is a right proper brumby. Couldn't help but notice.
She comments and then realises she hasn't even introduced herself. Tasha walks up toward Denise and her horse, extending her hand.
Tasha Lavondyss: Oh dear I've been a ruddy not even proper introducing myself. Name's Tasha.
She smiles at Denise and continues to admire the horse. Denise hops down, and takes Tasha's hand.
Denise: Pleasure is mine. So what brings you out here before our big match?
Tasha Lavondyss: I thought a bit of fresh air would do me some good. A lot of excitement y'know?
Tasha Lavondyss: I hope it isn't being a budger of me if I offered to wish you good luck out there tonight?
Denise: Of course not. I was hoping to run into you tonight before our match to say the same. Out of our opponents you are the only decent one.
Denise smiles and pats her horse on the neck as he starts to graze on a bit of grass that he had found.
Tasha Lavondyss: Thank you for that. Tis good to know not everyone around here is so serious, and bitter. I feel like we could be mates y'know? Would be nice to have an American to take me round, if that would be alright?
She smiles again and watches as the horse grazes.
Denise: Sounds like an idea. After the show meet me back here and maybe we'll go and get something to eat.
Voice: Miss D'evil, Lavondyss? It's time.
Denise sighs, and grabs the saddle and hops up onto the back of her horse as she and Tasha start to head back toward the building as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.
Camera fades in an unknown cemetery, a full moon shines bright lighting up the cemetery. We make our way through the cemetery and finally come upon a rather ornate crypt. The door slowly opens on its own as a light fog rolls out, sitting in a rather ornate chair Vengeance sits, his head looking straight down, black trench coat, long black hair covering his face. Vengeance slowly sighs.
Vengeance: Even here, you find me. What am I doing here, you ask? Merely reflecting on the past. I remember a time over 20 years ago, When I ran the hillside funeral home life was good. I succeeded in everything I did. Funeral business was ok if you don’t mind being around death which I don’t but I wanted more. I craved the spot light, fame, glory, and money. I always worked out several days a week and always been a fan of pro wrestling. How did I get all that I wanted? Pro wrestling.
Vengeance stands up, walks down a darkened hallway.
Vengeance: When I started in WCF, a return to the ring, I did what I promised I would do. I brought the violence, the pain, and suffering.
Video Package plays as it shows Vengeance power bombing Terry Roberts through a popcorn machine, glass following in to the ground. Blood runs over the machine and the floor.
Vengeance: That was the career path I chose. I cemented my name forever in WCF history by winning the Internet and Hardcore championships, and made even more money. I did all that I needed to do to be set the rest of my life. By the time you see this video I will have already walked through the arena doors for Slam this Sunday. It happens because of Kevin and George and at the most has been an unwelcomed return by the likes of Jeff Purse, Roy Speede, Logan and my former stable mate John Gable.
Vengeance stops in the middle of the darkened hallway laughing.
Vengeance: I laugh at your unwelcomes as I return to ring. I have always said talk is cheap, win loose or draw doesn’t PAIN SUFFERING VIOLENCE MATTERS! VENGEANCE RETURNS!
Vengeance turns around punching the camera making to go black.
The bell tolls twice in the start of the song. When the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance he slowly raises his arms as four individual burst of fire come from each ring post one by one as arena lights slowly turn on.
Zach Davis: Wasn't his theme song in Punisher or something?
Erin Robbins: Good song either way!
The opening to 'Bring It' by Trapt plays through the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. When the song fully kicks in, 'The Punisher' Matthew Robinson bursts out onto the stage followed by his wife, 'The Queen Of Punishment' Stacy Robinson, sending the WCF fans into a frenzy. Robinson is visibly fired up and raring to go as he makes his way down the ramp followed by his wife, the two slapping the fans hands on their way.
“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. 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.
The Monday Night Football theme hits the PA as George comes running out from the back. He has a football in his arms. He finds the first NERD in the audience he can and tackles him to the ground, spiking the ball and doing a little touchdown dance. He slides into the ring and throws his hands in the air, still dancing of course.
Zach Davis: Many, many stars in WCF have been rubbed the wrong way by George and Kevin.
Erin Robbins: Only the NERDS!
George and Kevin both do football stances and charge Vengeance and Robinson!
Zach Davis: Is this a Tornado Tag?
Erin Robbins: Eh, it is now!
Vengeance and Robinson both sidestep the jocks, however. Kevin and George turn around. Vengeance Spears Kevin down while Robinson grabs George and hits a Sitout Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: Hah. How's THAT for being nerds, huh?
Erin Robbins: Even nerds get lucky sometimes, Zach. Except for you.
The fans cheer as Vengeance and Robinson stomp away at Kevin and George. They then back up and wait for the pair to get to their feet. Once Kevin and George are up, Vengeance and Robinson charge them.
Zach Davis: What do they have planned now!?
No!, George and Kevin sidestep them. Vengeance and Robinson hit the ropes, bounce off, and George and Kevin hit their football tackles onto the pair!
Erin Robbins: HAH! That's how jocks do it, Zach!
Kevin and George hit punch after punch onto Vengeance and Robinson as the crowd boos. They then get up and begin to taunt the crowd.
Zach Davis: They need to keep their eyes on the proverbial prize, here, not worry about the fans...
Erin Robbins: They're athletes, Zach. They're fueled by the fans. A nerd like you wouldn't understand.
They let Vengeance and Robinson stumble up. As they do, George lifts Robinson up...
Zach Davis: Nerd Killer!
...as Kevin lifts Vengeance...
Erin Robbins: NERD CRUSHER!
But no!, Vengeance and Robinson escape! Vengeance kicks Kevin and lifts him up into a Powerbomb position as Robinson hits George with a Jumping Cutter!
Zach Davis: TOTAL PUNISHMENT! LAST RIGHTS!
Vengeance and Robinson pin George and Kevin simultaneously!
The fans cheer as Vengeance and Robinson get to their feet.
Erin Robbins: What nerds! They cheated to win!
Zach Davis: Uh.. how?
Erin Robbins: THEY JUST DID!
The fans cheer as Vengeance and Robinson get their arms raise and leave the ring.
Zach Davis: Welp, a win for Vengeance and Robinson here. Good for them. Glad to see Kevin and George taken down a peg.
As Robinson and Vengeance leave, two men step out from the back, however.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh. What are THESE two doing out here?
The members of BioWalker are out! Biohazard has a mic.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. Biohazard has a mic. This can't be good.
Biohazard: hello wcf fans and hello george and kevin. you call the rest of us nerds but you dont even have last names i think you are the nerds
the fans are cheering for biohazard. tyler walker hi fives him
Biohazard: one week ago you attacked me and tyler walker and we want revenge. you see we are not nerds and we are not jocks. well except tyler he is kind of a jock actually
biohazard turns towards Tyler.
Biohazard: you're not really one of them are you sorry i didn't think about this until now but i'm kind of a freak
the fans cheer!!!
Crowd: freak freak freak freak frewk
Biohazard: so whose side are you on tyler WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!?!?
tyler walker takes the mic from biohazard.
Tyler Walker: bro i'm team biowalker through and through bro.
biohazard takes the mic back.
Biohazard: THERE YOU HEARD IT GEORGE AND KEVIN! so we challenge you to a match NEXT WEEK! you're going to get something hot and wet all over your face and this time its going to be something youre not used to, ITS GOING TO BE MY TOXIC OOZE!!!!!!!
Tyler Walker: dude thats gross. now lets show them what they're in for
Biohazard pulls out some oil as Walker takes off his shirt and poses. Biohazard squirts the oil onto Walker as he poses and Kevin and George look on in disgust.
Zach Davis: Well.. you heard it here first folks... George and Kevin versus BioWalker next week!
Curtains cover the entrance, photographers come out, people set up red carpet, fireworks go off, Jorge comes out dancing with his valet, Spring, while dancing the cha cha, he pulls out his phone on his way down the entrance ramp, and takes selfies. Poses for the photographers, gets to the apron and does a flip over it. Poses under the spotlight as fireworks go off.
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" 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 opponent awkwardly smiling.
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.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Angel of Darkness begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders.
Zach Davis: Aanndd here we go! Before the match started we saw some friendly interaction between Denise and Tasha, but they're both competitors; friendly or not, they'll both give it their all here.
Golden Johnson approaches Tasha as Jorge approaches Denise. Jorge pulls out some dance moves while Johnson apparently is trying to ask Tasha out on a date.
Erin Robbins: What the....
Clearly, the women aren't having any of it. Tasha hauls off and slaps Johnson as Denise kicks Jorge! The crowd cheers as Tasha drops Johnson with an Inverted DDT and Denise hits Jorge with a huge Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Erin Robbins: Here in WCF, the women are on equal footing with the men.. and NOT to be messed with, clearly.
Golden Johnson and Jorge Diaz both roll out of the ring, leaving Denise and Tasha. The two quickly shake hands in the middle of the ring before backing up and circling each other carefully.
Zach Davis: Looks like we've got some mutual respect here. This is Tasha's second match here in the WCF though, and Denise is becoming a veteran and former Hardcore Champion... Lavondyss has a lot to prove.
The two tie up. Denise D'Evil quickly gains the advantage, using her power to do so. She backs Lavondyss into a corner... and provides a clean break. Denise backs up, and the two tie up again. This time Lavondyss switches behind Denise, but Denise elbows her way out of it. Denise switches behind Lavondyss and hits a huge German Suplex!
Erin Robbins: You know, it's Sarah Twilight that opened the door for Denise D'Evil and Tasha Lavondyss, right Zach?
Zach Davis: Oh come on. Sarah may be our first female World Champion, but we've had lots of women that made waves. Kaylyn James Evans comes to mind!
Erin Robbins: Who else? Ellis?
Zach Davis: Touche.
Before Denise can follow up, Jorge Diaz is back in the ring. He dances up behind her as the crowd boos. He elbows her in the back of the head, then drops her with a Reverse DDT! The crowd continues to boo as he drops an elbow on her.
Erin Robbins: The crowd really hates this guy.
Tasha is up and Jorge grabs her and begins swinging her.
Zach Davis: It's time for the Cha Cha Swing!
But before Jorge can complete his ten rotations, Golden Johnson comes in and Dropkicks him! Both Jorge and Tasha hit the mat, though Jorge stumbles up first. Johnson lifts him for a Brainbuster but Jorge shifts his weight and lands behind him. Johnson turns and Jorge hits him with a Superkick!, sending him flying out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: I'm not a fan of this guy but nice Superkick there.
Jorge turns and Tasha Lavondyss is back up! She hits him with a Jumping Calf Kick, sending him flying back into the turnbuckle. She runs at him as he stumbles out and hits a Flying Headscissors!
Zach Davis: What athleticism!
Jorge hits the mat and Tasha covers him.
No!, Denise D'Evil breaks it up! Denise backs up as Tasha stumbles up and hits her with a Dropkick!
Erin Robbins: Dismount!
Denise pins Tasha now.
No! Tasha kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Did you know that Denise D'Evil is going to guest star on an upcoming episode of Sleepy Hollow on Fox?
Zach Davis: I didn't know that! Really?
Erin Robbins: Nah, but she should.
Denise D'Evil turns her attention now to Jorge Diaz. He's stumbling to his feet and she measures him up.... and hits him with a Russian Legsweep!
Zach Davis: Going Under the Bridge!
Denise pins Jorge, hooking the leg!
NO!, Tasha Lavondyss breaks it up now!
Erin Robbins: Like you said Zach, these two may seem to be friends but they're giving it their all here!
Tasha lifts Denise up and puts her in an Arm Lock... and drops her with a boot to the face!
Zach Davis: Sweet Dreams! Denise may be out!
Tasha then begins climbing to the top as the fans get to their feet. She flies off...
Erin Robbins: PEACEMAKER!
BUT NO! Denise rolls out of the way!, causing Tasha to miss the Frog Splash! As Tasha gets up Denise gets to her feet as well and drops her with a Roundhouse Kick.
Zach Davis: OOF. Stiff kick to Tasha's head.
Jorge is back in the ring. He turns Denise around and goes to throw her to the ropes, but she reverses it, sending him to the ropes instead. He goes for a Clothesline as he comes back, which Denise ducks. Jorge turns around and Denise catches him -
Erin Robbins: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE! DENISE HITS IT!
Here's the pin.
NO!, broken up by Golden Johnson! Annoyed, Denise gets up and Spears Golden Johnson down. She then begins climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: She's getting ready for The Quickening! Denise D'Evil is ready to end this match now!
However, before Denise can reach the top, Tasha runs up, jumps to the top, and throws her off! Denise crashes to the mat hard before rolling out of the ring. Tasha, still up top, turns around and faces Johnson...
Erin Robbins: FALLING SKIES!
Tasha hits her patented Shooting Star Press on Johnson! Into the pin.
Zach Davis: Tasha Lavondyss wins this matchup!
The bell sounds as Tasha gets up, beaming as she gets her arm raised. Denise D'Evil, hurting a bit, reenters the ring.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh. Is Denise going to be angry about the loss? She almost had it there, and dominated most of the match.
Tasha turns, raising an eyebrow as Denise approaches her... but Denise simply extends her hand. Tasha smiles and shakes it. The two women nod at each other before Denise exits the ring and allows Tasha to celebrate.
Zach Davis: Could we be seeing a new alliance forming? Time will tell!
We cut backstage to the office of Sarah Twilight. The stunning redhead is currently on the phone as the cameras start rolling.
Sarah Twilight: No, I'm not staying. I have other business. I'll handle that next week.
She pauses as she listens to the voice on the other end of the line.
Sarah Twilight: That's just it. I'm NOT like Seth, or Eric or any of these fucking pussies who want to placate people. Things are going exactly how I want them to and that will continue next week.
There is anotheer brief pause.
Sarah Twilight: That's none of your fucking business. Just understand that the announcement I'll be making next week is going to ensure that EVERY pathetic waste of space on my roster knows EXACTLY what is to come.
The following pause is very abrupt and it is clear that Sarah is cutting off whoever she is speaking to on the other end of the line.
Sarah Twilight: Look, I don't give a shit. Just make sure my ticket is waiting at Pierre Regional. Got it?
One final brief pause and Sarah's emerald green eyes narrow as she is clearly annoyed.
Sarah Twilight: How many fucking times do I have to repeat myself? Seattle. I'm going to Seattle.
She abruptly hangs up the phone and throws it down on her desk. We cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight with a major announcement next week? I shudder to think what that could be.
Erin Robbins: I can't wait to hear what it is. Her ideas are always so wonderful.
Zach Davis: Yeah right. And what is the deal with her flying to Seattle on such short notice?
Erin Robbins: I dunno. Seattle sucked when we were there. The only good thing that night was Sarah beating the hell out of Lilith.
Zach Davis: Oh God!
Erin Robbins: What?
Zach Davis: Isn't that where Lilith is hospitalized?
Erin Robbins: Yeah so?
Zach Davis: Dear God ... this isn't good.
Zach Davis: Our next match is the first of two six man matches we have tonight.
Erin Robbins: And as a reminder, all matches tonight will be fought under no-disqualifications.
Zach Davis: With that said...
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.
Kyle Steel: Appearing with his manager Bobby Cairo... From Brooklyn, New York weighing in at 252 pounds... This... is... Diablo Calzone!!
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: This Diablo Calzone looks impressive.
Erin Robbins: It would have to be for Bobby Cairo to represent him.
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...
Kyle Steel: Weighing in 260 pounds... This is The Honey Badger... ZO-O-OMBII-I-I-E MCMOR-OR-ORISS-S-S!!
ZMAC then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: So far, a very impressive team.
Erin Robbins: They still need their third member, of their team.
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice-Evil has it's own rules. Welcome to the house of Redneck, come on in.
"Answer to no one" by Colt Ford starts playing and blue strobe lights filter threw the smoke filling the entranceway. The WCFtron shows a montage of Adam Young. Adam steps out and gives the crowd a double bird and then starts playing air guitar. Trash begins to fly towards him as WCF security escort him and Dr. Steven Smith towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, from Abilene, Texas.... Weighing in at 240 pounds, this is The Villain A-ADAM YOU-OU-OUNG!!
Adam is staring into the ring with emotionless eyes. He seems to be fixed on violence as he slides into the ring. He runs his right thumb across his throat and a red mist comes from his lips. Adam laughs as he hands his black Redneck Nation t-shirt to Dr. Smith.
Zach Davis: We have our first team, now it's time for their competition.
The arena goes pitch black. “Edge Of Destruction” by Machine Gun Kelly begins to play. Blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring. He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 225 pounds... He is "Coldblooded" TEK!
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.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From the darkest, deepest part of a sick man's psyche... weighing in at 305 pound... THIS IS THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: Oblivion looks impressive!!
Erin Robbins: Scary as Hell!!
Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crue hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Griffen, Georgia... weighing in at 245 pounds.... this is Do-o-oc He-e-enry-yyy-y!!
Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Zach Davis: We finally have all competitors inside the ring.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if Tek and Diablo Calzone will start off this match.
Tek and Calzone circle the ring, as Calzone keeps a stern eye on the quick Tek.
Zach Davis: Both men charge each other and slam right in the center, of the ring.
Calzone gets the immediate advantage.
Bobby Cairo: Excellent!!
Erin Robbins: Diablo Calzone hits Tek with a very quick, but devastating snap suplex.
Calzone gets to his feet quickly, slowly and methodically stalks Tek, who slowly gets up. Calzone grabs Tek
Zach Davis: Fallaway slam!!
Tek grabs for his back as he slowly stands up.
Erin Robbins: Calzone nails a stiff kick to the mid-section of Tek...
Zach Davis: Samoan Slam by Diablo Calzone on Tek!!
Tek scrambles backwards and leans against a corner. Diablo Calzone looks at Bobby Cairo, who gives Calzone a "thumb's up". Calzone charges at Tek...
Erin Robbins: Tek moved out of the way!!
Calzone slammed hard against the turnbuckles, as Tek drops to both knees, but grabs ahold to the middle and top ring rope, struggling to stand. Tek looks at Diablo Calzone who is leaning against the corner.
Jab!! Backhand chop!! Shin kick-front kick!!
Tek quickly walks back and charges at Diablo Calzone...
Zach Davis: DROPKICK!!
Calzone stumbles out from the corner...
Erin Robbins: SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
Tek bolts to the corner and perches up at the top turnbuckle...
Zach Davis: Tek flies off the top turnbuckle... corkscrew moonsault!!
Erin Robbins: Look at the elevation...
Zach Davis: Diablo Calzone moved out of the way!!
Diablo Calzone grabs Tek and places him on his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Could this be another Samoan Slam?
Calzone repositions Tek and places him on his back....
Erin Robbins: BACKPACK STUNNER!!
Calzone collapses, but has enough awareness to tag in....
Zach Davis: Here comes Zombie McMorris!!
Tek shakes his head and sees McMorris charging at him. Coldblooded somersaults to tag in...
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD... HERE COMES THE MONSTER!!
Both competitors charge at each other. They both try to gain an advantage.
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!!
Oblivion collapses to the mat. McMorris grabs the top ring rope and proceeds to stomp down onto The Monster.
Erin Robbins: McMorris grabs Oblivion...
Oblivion nails The Honey Badger with a backfist to his mid section!!
Zach Davis: The Monster rakes the eys of Zombiew McMorris...
Headbutt!- Side kick- axe-handle!!
Erin Robbins: ENZIGUIRI!!
As McMorris was about to fall down to the mat, The Monster grabs IT's opponent....
Zach Davis: Slingshot suplex!!
Oblivion goes down to grab for Zombie McMorris...
Zombie McMorris jabs at Oblivion then falls back, bouncing off the ropes...
Erin Robbins: BIG BOOT!!
McMorris grabs The Monster and slams him down with a sidewalk slam!! The Honey Badger grabs The Monster...
Zach Davis: INVERTED SUPLEX!!
The momentum causes Oblivion to flip over onto IT's back. Zombie McMorris rushes over to the corner...
Erin Robbins: SENTON SPLASH!!
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris tags in Adam Young.
Adam Young rushes over to Oblivion and picks him up....
Erin Robbins: BLUE HAZE MIST!!
Adam Young grabs his eyes, screaming!!
Adam Young: MY EYES!! MY EYES!!
Oblivion grabs Young in a gutwrench position...
Zach Davis: FALLING DOCTOR... GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!!
Erin Robbins: The Monster is going for the pin. Stanley Moser is sliding into position.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE... NO-O-O-O!!
Diablo Calzone interrupts the pin with a kick to the back!! That causes Tek to enter the ring.Oblivion picks up McMorris....
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris nails Oblivion with a fist to the head.
Erin Robbins: The Honey Badger grabs The Monster...
Zach Davis: WORLD TOUR '69!! Double-arm spike DDT!!
Adam Young takes the perfect opportunity and grabs Oblivion
Erin Robbins: Adam Young is going for the pin!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE... NO-O-O-O!!
Zach Davis: Doc Henry breaks up the pin!! Diablo Calzone eenters the ring!!
Erin Robbins: Tek enters the ring!!
Zach Davis: Now, Adam Young grabs Oblivion!! Here comes Angels Wings!!
Oblivion backbody drops The Villain!! Oblivion puts Young into an inverted suplex position...
Erin Robbins: BLACK HOLE!!
Zach Davis: Diablo Calzone nails Oblivion on the back of the head!!
That hit causes Oblivion to stumble ahead and tag in Doc Henry. The crowd goes crazy!!
Erin Robbins: Everyone is in the ring!!
Henry grabs Adam Young....
WHAM!! GAMBLER'S HAND!!
Zach Davis: Doc Henry grabs Diablo Calzone...
Doc Henry runs over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd goes absolutely crazy!!
Erin Robbins: Confederate Rocket!!
Doc Henry spins around and the arena is on their feet.
Zach Davis: WAIT A MINUTE!! ALL SIX MEN ARE IN THE RING.
Calzone grabs Tek...
Erin Robbins: BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: Ghetto Stomp!!
Oblivion grabs Calzone....
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Adam Young flies off from the top turnbuckle towards Oblivion. The Monster grabs the two legs of The Villain...
Zach Davis: Black Hole!!
Zombie McMorris is behind Oblivion. The Monster turns around...
Erin Robbins: AXE WOUND!!
Doc Henry grabs Zombie McMorris by the ankles and drapes him over his back, knees on shoulders. Both men are back-to-back. Hooks legs in armpits and sits down, causing a stretching in abdomen and chest.
Zach Davis: But, Doc Henry is too close to the ropes with that Jackpot!! NO-NO-NO!!!
Zach Davis: DAMN HIM!! DAMN HIM TO HELL!!
Erin Robbins: Bobby Cairo nails Doc Henry with a chair to the back of the head.
Zach Davis: All six competitors are down to the mat.
Stanley Moser looks around....
Stanley Moser: ONE.... TWO.... THREE...
Erin Robbins: Everyone is practically knocked out!! Stanley Moser is beginning with the count!!!
But.. dear God, Adam Young is able to throw his body on top of the fallen Doc Henry.
Zach Davis: Oh no.
Erin Robbins: ADAM YOUNG WINS! ADAM YOUNG WINS!
The bell sounds as Adam struggles through the pain and jumps up to get his arm raised.
Zach Davis: Adam Young has pinned Doc Henry. We'll never ever hear the end of this.
Young celebrates like crazy as Diablo and McMorris get their arms raised as well and we go to commercial.
Eric Price is shown walking in the backstage area and he slams open the door to Sarah Twilight’s office. He barges right in and finds the stunning redhead sitting back in her chair with a look of anger and disgust on her face.
Sarah Twilight: Just who the fuck do you think you are?
Eric Price: Who am I? I’m Eric Price and I’m the man who demands an explanation for what exactly happened not only last week but at Helloween. It seems you have this vendetta against me and you simply won’t let it go. What is it? Professional jealousy?
Sarah simply smirks at the mere suggestion that she could possibly be jealous of Eric Price
Sarah Twilight: Jealous? Of you? You’re a pathetic loser!
Eric Price: You mean after you interjected yourself into my match and overstepped your authority as the referee at Helloween when you cost me my spot, is that what you’re referring to? Or are you referring to War when I pinned your ass for the 1 – 2 – 3?
Sarah immediately gets up and gets right in Eric’s face glaring at him
Eric Price: What are you going to do? Slap me? Go ahead, beat me up, attack me … give me more reason to hurt you! You saw what I did to your boy … just think what I can do to you.
Sarah now smirks at Eric as Eric is simply looking for the slightest excuse to start hitting her
Sarah Twilight: Joe … he’s worthless shit, which is why he was taken out so easily. Don’t you dare compare me to someone like him.
Eric Price: I’ll tell you what Sarah, I see you’re in a rush to head out but how about you stick around for just a moment longer, I’d like to talk to you.
Sarah Twilight: I have no business with you.
Eric Price: I’m not so sure about that, Rachel and I had a talk…
Sarah Twilight: Rachel?
Sarah looks a bit confused yet bothered by the fact that Eric brought about her name again
Sarah Twilight: What business do you have with her?
Eric Price: I’ll tell you what, why don’t you head out to that ring in a few minutes and you and I can discuss this in public.
Sarah Twilight: I don’t do things on your terms but you continue to involve my sister so you’d better have a good reason for this.
Eric smirks at Sarah
Eric Price: Oh I do.
Eric walks away as Sarah simply glares at him with great contempt as the scene fades away.
Kyle Steel: And our next match is for one fall. introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania...weighing in at 320lbs... Mr. Jaaaack Haaaapppy!
Zach Davis: And here comes everyone's favorite wrestling clown, Jack Happy
Erin Robbins: he just did the Ken Anderson thing again, didn't he?
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 215 lbs...The Future Jeff Purse!!!
Zach Davis: And here comes the Future! Jeff Purse
"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
Erin Robbins: Jeff is going to lose this week! Jack outweighs him by....by a lot!
Zach Davis: That;s true Erin, but never rule out a man like Jeff Purse!
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
brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
girl I'm too for real
lose your tooth and nails
try to fight it, try to deny it
stupid you will feel
what I do, I do it well
shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
half a breath left on my death bed
screaming F that yeah super ill"
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
Erin Robbins: Get to the ring already! This is worse than the Academy Aeards
Zach Davis: Purse has the right to enter the ring anyway he wants, and it sounds like the fans love it!
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
listen garden tool don't make me introduce you to my power tool
you know the *beeping* drill"
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He anxiously the beginning of the match
Erin Robbins: Finally we can start the match!
Zach Davis: Calm down Erin.
DING DING DING
The two competitors circle each other, sizing each other up. Jack reaches for Purse, trying for a side headlock. The smaller man slips out and executes a standing dropkick to Happy's back, causing the bigger man to stagger forward. Purse springs to the top rope and waits for Jack to turn around.
Zach Davis: Speed is Purse's greatest ally in this fight. He's got to stay one step ahead of Jack Happy.
Erin Robbins: When Happy catches him, it will be a different story
Jack turns to see his opponent in mid flight as Jeff connects on a moonsault, dropping his oppnent on the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: And he goes for a quick cover!
Happy throws Purse off of him at one and a half.
Erin Robbins: Not nearly enough to put down someone twice your size.
Zach Davis: Not nearly? That's a double negative!
Erin Robbins: A what?
Zach Davis: Never-mind...
Purse rolls to his feet and heads for the top rope again as Happy regains his feet. He launches off the top rope with a heel kick, connecting with Jack's jaw, staggering the bigger man.
Leaping over the ropes onto the apron, Purse signals to the fans.
Zach Davis: We know whats coming next. The Future!
He springboards off the ropes at a turning Jack Happy, but Happy steps in and catches him in a bearhug.
Zach Davis: Veteran move from Jack Happy. He had his opponent scouted, that's for sure
Erin Robbins: Now Jack will make him pay!
Zach Davis: Pay for what Erin?
Erin Robbins: For not answering my calls. Kill him Happy!
Jeff grimaces as Happy squeezes, shaking the smaller man from side to side.
Zach Davis: This could be it for Purse. Jack has the move locked in tight!
The ref grabs Jeff's hand and raises it, letting it drop
Again the ref raises his hand, and again it drops
The ref lifts Purses hand a third time, and Purse shoots his hand up in the air, and the crowd pops.
Zach Davis: No! Jeff Purse is still in this!
Erin Robbins: Damn you Happy, damn you!
Crowd:Jeff!! Jeff!! Jeff!!
He starts to rain punches down on Happy, shot after shot hoping to loosen the hold. Happy runs straight to the turnbuckle, crushing Purse under his weight and making the ring ropes shake with the impact.
Zach Davis: It looks Purse is out of it!
Erin Robbins: Good!
He releases his opponent and Jeff slumps to sit in the corner, clearly dazed and winded. Happy reaches into his tights, digging around for something. he emerges with a burrito, and stuffs it into Jeff's face.
Erin Robbins: Thanks God that was a burrito!
Zach Davis: You can say that again.
Erin Robbins: Thanks God that was a burrito!
Zach Davis: Remind me to fire my agent.
Purse rolls around on the mat, gagging on both the burrito and the smell. Happy grabs him by the hair, dragging him to his feet and launching into a series of punches. Left, Left, Left...
Zach Davis: Shades of Dusty Rhodes, here he goes.
With a windmill and a crotch grab, Jack lands a Bionic Elbow on Purse that drives him back to the mat.
Zach Davis: And Happy moves in for a cover!
Erin Robbins: Good!
Zach Davis: Purse gets a shoulder up!
Erin Robbins: Damn Purse doesn't know when to quit.
Happy moves to grab Purse again, but the quicker Purse grabs his wrist, locking his legs, and applying the pressure in a modified Arm Bar.
Zach Davis: Amazing counter from Jeff Purse!
Jack howls in pain as his arm is being wrenched almost from it's socket. Summoning all his strength, Happy lifts Jeff off the mat and slams him back down with force, causing Purse to break the hold.
Zach Davis: Brute strength move by Jack Happy to get out of the hold. But it's taken it's toll.
Erin Robbins: Jeff is holding his ribs too. I hope he broke some of them!
Zach Davis: ...
Jack retreats, shaking his numb arm and trying to get some feeling back into it. Jeff staggers to his feet, still holding onto his ribs.
Happy rushes in with a shoulder block, but Jeff counters with a Super Kick, both men falling to the mat.
Zach Davis:He counters with the Spoke! Jeff has hit the Spoke!
Erin Robbins: (Yawn)
Zach Davis: Call the match Erin
Jeff crawls over to Happy for a cover, but notices that Jack is about 3 feet left on center ring. With a groan, he begins to roll Jack in that direction. Finally reaching center, Jeff goes in for a pin.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse gets the win!
The bell sounds as Purse stands up and gets his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: We know Jeff is on the path to face Sarah, and he might just be one win closer.
“Wake the Dead" By Alice Cooper blasts over the P.A. System. John Gable enters through the curtain feeling over the stitches on his cheek with Scott Savage holding the tag title over his shoulder. He looks out to the crowd while trying to hide his face. He sits cross-legged at the top of the ramp, smacking himself in the head a few times while complaining to himself and trying to resist scratching his stitches. Guitar Slide Gable pushes himself up with his hands and uncrosses his legs.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring from Cleveland, Ohio. Weighing in at 221 pounds…JOHN GABLE
He slowly descends down the ramp, rolls into the ring takes a seat on top of a turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: I can’t wait for this match to get started. Someone is going to get hurt here I just know it.
Zach Davis: What is with you lately? You’re starting to sound just like Sarah Twilight!
Erin Robbins: And? There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that, Zach. Get his opponent out here already! Ohhhhh here we go!
“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!
As the bell rings, both wrestlers slowly approach one another with reluctance. As they meet in the center of the ring Gable starts trash talking…up to Cormack. But before he could finish Cormack socks Gable right in the face.
Zach Davis: Oh woah, Cormack nearly just punched Gables head off!
Erin Robbins: Oh shut up, it was a cheap shot. Gable is going to destroy this idiot.
Gable’s cheek twitches as he slowly turns back to The Scottish brawler. Gable bumps chests with MacNeill as he points to smack him on the other cheek as well. Cormack rolls his eyes and grabs the Ohio native by the head and launches him backwards. Gable rolls back onto his feet and lunges himself toward Cormack with a flying knee to the chest. MacNeill falls onto his back as the actor lands right on top of him, knocking the wind out of him. Gable straddles over him and started unloading elbows onto his face.
Erin Robbins: See now this is how you wrestle. Gable is impressing the hell out of me tonight.
Zach Davis: Oh come off it, if this was the other way round you’d soon be booing this.
Cormack quickly wraps his arm around Gable’s head and twists, forcing him to the ground. He places his weight right on top of the actor as he tries to squirm out from under him. Cormack got up onto one knee and lifts Gable up a foot or two but then quickly drops down crushing Gable right under him. John takes his knuckle and drives it into Cormack’s side. Cormack loses grip as he tries to grab Gable’s hand. Gable takes advantage of the moment and wraps his arm around Cormack’s head. They both rise to their feet and Gable begins to knee the Scotsman in the face repeatedly.
Erin Robbins: Gable is just being brutal, Miss Twilight has got to be loving this!
Zach Davis: Miss Twilight?
Erin Robbins: Yes. Show your boss some respect Zach.
Cormack places his hand under Gable’s thigh and lifts him up into a backdrop but Gable continues to knee him in the face which causes Cormack to drop him on the ground. Gable rolls out of the ring, clutching his back in pain. Cormack shakes off the blows to his face and follows out of the ring. John reaches under the ring and pulls out a “loaded” Film Reel case.
Zach Davis: Looks like John is going a bit hardcore here. And of course the referee can’t do anything about it. Every single match is no disqualification!
Erin Robbins: I know, isn’t it great? I hope he busts Cormack up here. I want to see some blood!
Zach Davis: What the hell is wrong with you?!
Gable goes to hit Cormack with the Film Reel but is met with a boot that sends it into his own face instead. John falls to the ground as if he was knocked out cold.
Erin Robbins: Oh come on, that isn’t fair.
Zach Davis: Of course it’s fair. You didn’t really expect him to just stand there and get hit did you? Looks like Gable is out cold here…
Cormack goes to pull Gable up by his hair but is met with the metal case, sending him stumbling back into the steel steps. John slow rises to his feet once again and once his weariness was shaken off, he made a charge right toward MacNeill. But he saw it coming and jumps out of the way, sending Gable flying into the steps. Cormack drags John by his legs until he’s parallel to the ring apron. He hops onto the side then jumps off; double stomping Gable in the gut. John instantly grabs his gut and rolls around in pain.
Zach Davis: Jeez that looked painful. This could be over right here.
Cormack grabs John and throws him into the ring, following closely behind. He goes for the cover.
No, kick out! Cormack looks frustrated as he once again tries to bring John to his feet but once there John quickly delivers a punch to the face, surprising him and sending him back a step. John throws an elbow, sending Cormack back another step. He steps back into the rope and charges Cormack for the third time. He jumps into the air but is caught in a bear hug. John struggles to fight out of it, driving his elbow down onto Cormack’s shoulder, but when it seemed like John was just about to escape Cormack readjusts his grip and hugs even tighter. John again drives his elbow down and as soon as he found an opening, he wraps his legs around Cormacks body and his arm around his head then pulls down…Some Like it Hot! John slowly pushes him over and goes for the cover…
Erin Robbins: Yes! This one is over!
Zach Davis: Come on Cormack, kick out…
Erin Robbins: What?! How is that only a two?! That was a three! That ref just screwed Gable…
Zach Davis: No he didn’t, that was obviously a two count. Stop being so dramatic all the time sheesh.
No! Kick out! John pounds on the ground in protest. He quickly rolls out of the ring and goes searching for his film reel! As he searches, Cormack slowly rises to his feet. John finds the case and rolls into the ring but before he could get up he is met with stomps from the gigantic Scotsman. Cormack pulls him up and launches him into the ropes. On return, Cormack lifts him into a spinebuster attempting The Stone of Kings but once again John grabs Cormack’s head and pulls him down with Some Like it Hot.
Zach Davis: And again Gable hits his signature move!
Erin Robbins: Yes, the ref better not slow count this time. Because if he does…
Zach Davis: Sit down, we both know you won’t do anything. Gable is going for the cover…
Erin Robbins: Yes! Gable just beat that chump. You know, I really love it when I’m right.
Zach Davis: Yeah… I bet you do. That was one hell of a match though, both men deserve a round of a applause if you ask me.
Kyle Steel: Your winner! JOHN GABLE!!!!
John quickly rolls out of the ring and lifts his fists high in the air as he exits up the ramp.
Zach Davis: What a night, ladies and gentlemen every match tonight, as proclaimed by Sarah Twilight is a NO Disqualification Match!!
Erin Robbins: Yeah, that will keep me excited for tonight
Zach Davis: And now we will see who will become the number one contender for the United States Championship!!
Damon King and Jon Micheal are already in the ring as Kyle Steel does the introductions
Kyle Steel: And on the left corner of this ring....Weighing in on two hundred and forty six pounds...DAMON KING!!
Crowd: DAMON, DAMON, DAMON!!
Damon King bends down on one knee and picks up a bottle of powder, he proceeds to put the powder in his hands, he then tosses it up and blows the powder.
Kyle Steel: And on the right corner...JON MICHAELS!!
Jon and Damon circle the ring.
Jon runs at Damon, he tried to hit a clothesline but Damon ducked and hit a reverse DDT on Jon
Zach Davis: What a reversal!!
Erin Robbins: GET THE CHAIRS!!
Zach Davis: Calm down woman, its barely started!!
Damon goes for the pin
Zach Davis: Jon is still in this!
Damon pulls Jon up by the hair, Jon hits an enzuguiri on Damon. Jon takes advantage and hits a rotating DDT on a groggy Damon King.
Jon heads outside to get a chair
Erin Robbins: Now this is what I want!!
Jon runs into a BLOCKBUSTER!!
Damon goes for the pin!!
Zach Davis: I can't believe that Jon Michaels is still up after that!!!
Damon dropkicks Jon into the corner, he hits 10 punches on Jon
Damon runs from corner to corner to hit a boot on Jon, Damon goes outside and gets a table, then he sets it up in the middle of the ring. Damon returns back outside and picked up a ladder and a sledge hammer. He puts the ladder under the table and makes a hole through the table and puts the sledgehammer in it. He turns around to get a clothesline from Jon Michaels.
Jon sends Damon to the corner, and sets him up for a superplex.
Crowd: LETS GO DAMON (clap,clap,clap,clap,clap,clap)
Damon pokes Jon in the eyes and sets up another ladder outside on top of the steel stairs, he proceeds to run up it and hits the spear on Jon Michael!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOODNESS DID YOU SEE THAT!!
Crowd: BOW DOWN, BOW DOWN, BOW DOWN, BOW DOWN!!
Jon Michael is screaming in agony, as Damon pulls slowly crawls to Jon Michael.
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS YOUR NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP...DAMON KING!!
Erin Robbins: I can't believe it...
Zach Davis: That Damon King and Jon Michael might have potentially stole the show???
Erin Robbin: No, What? I'm talking about the new IPhone 7 its gonna have neon colors!!
Damon raises his arms in victory and wipes blood off his forehead, he proceeds outside to celebrate with the crowd.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen stay tuned, because up next the Television Championship will be defended...
Crowd: WE WANT MORE,WE WANT MORE, WE WANT MORE!!!
Erin Robbins: This next match promises to be one exciting matchup!
Zach Davis: I think you’re right Erin. Chelsea Black Armstrong has been a force since she entered the company, and now she gets a chance to get her hands on WCF championship gold.
“Penance” by Device blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtain running onto the stage as she puts a hand in the air before walking down the ramp hitting the hands of her fans along the way. Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside before staring up the ramp awaiting her opponent.
Zach Davis: Armstrong will have her hands full tonight. John Barber is no joke.
Erin Robbins: Meh. If Barber’s title was on the line last week like it should have been he wouldn’t even be the Television Champion.
Zach Davis: He’s been the WCF Television Champion for over two months Erin. Show some respect. That’s a tough feat for anyone.
“The Fire” by Rev Theory starts playing on the speakers as John Barber walks out from the back. He stands on top of the ramp with a thumb hooked into his right pocket, looking out at the crowd around him. He starts walking down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans nearest to the barricade. He jogs up the ring steps, quickly ducks between the top and middle ropes, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He perches on the second turnbuckle and raises both arms, looking out at the crowd with a smirk on his face.
Erin Robbins: Well, here we go. Barber versus Armstrong with the TV title on the line!
The bell rings and this match is underway.
Zach Davis: There’s a bit of a size difference between these two, with Barber being much larger than Chelsea Black Armstrong. We’ll see how that factors into this match.
Despite the gap in size, Armstrong shows that she is not intimidated by the larger Barber as the two lock up in the middle of the ring. Barber effortlessly pushes Armstrong back on her heels and back into the ropes, before...
Erin Robbins: Ouch! Reverse knife edge chop from Barber to the chest of Armstrong.
Zach Davis: Right on her…
Erin Robbins: Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Zach.
Barber brings Armstrong back to a standing position and whips her into the ropes. As Armstrong rebounds, Barber plants his feet and lunges forward with a huge lariat, but Armstrong ducks and continues his momentum as he springboards off of the opposite ropes, nailing Barber with a huge springboard Moonsault!
Zach Davis: Springboard moonsault by Chelsea! What a counter!
Erin Robbins: She’s going for the cover!
Barber gets his shoulder up after a two count.
Zach Davis: Armstrong took Barber by surprise on that one, but it wasn’t near enough to pin the champ.
As both competitors rise back to their feet, Barber charges at Armstrong but is quickly sent back down to the mat with a body press.
Erin Robbins: Barber quickly meets the mat again.
Zach Davis: Chelsea definitely seems to have his head in the match. She wants this badly.
Barber again hops back to his feet, but is again quickly met with Armstrong's offensive arsenal as she dropkicks Barber at the knee, knocking his leg out from under him, and leaving the Television Champion standing on one knee in the ring. Armstrong quickly leaps into the air with a hurricanrana but Barber catches Armstrong and...
Erin Robbins: SUPLEX!! HUGE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX FROM BARBER!
Zach Davis: It doesn't look like he's done either!
Barber holds on to Armstrong and then lifts him back into the air again and nails her with another suplex...
Erin Robbins: Barber letting out a LOT of aggression right now.
Zach Davis: Barber with 4 HUGE suplexes to Chelsea Black Armstrong.
Armstrong cringes on the mat, holding her back before Barber drops an elbow to Armstrong's temple...
Zach Davis: Ouch!
Erin Robbins: Barber landed that elbow right into Armstrong's temple!
In an attempt to maintain control and slow down the match, Barber locks his arms around Armstrong's neck and applies a cobra clutch.
Zach Davis: Barber now trying to wear Armstrong down with a cobra clutch.
Armstrong raises her fist in the air as Barber grunts and tightens the hold.
Zach Davis: This is going to take a lot out of Armstrong if Barber has this lock on for much longer.
Somehow, Armstrong is able to use her free hand to somehow land a shot to Barber’s face. He continues to tighten the hold, but Armstrong begins violently swinging her free hand and connecting blows to Barber’s face. Barber released the hold….and then locks it right back in!
Zach Davis: Barber has the hold back on Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Erin Robbins: It looks like this time he’s positioned himself a little better.
Armstrong continues to swing her arm, but isn’t able to connect with Barber. He tightens the hold again and slowly her body begins to go limp. The referee goes to check on her and lifts her wrist and releases. It falls to the mat.
Zach Davis: That’s one!
The referee repeats, and again her wrist falls to the ground.
Erin Robbins: It looks like Chelsea is out cold.
One more time the referee raises her wrist, and one more time it falls to the ground.
Zach Davis: ARMSTRONG IS OUT!!! THAT'S THREE! THIS ONE IS OVER!
Erin Robbins: I don’t believe this! John Barber retains on a…
But right before Barber releases the hold and they sound for the bell, the ref shakes his head as he points to...
Armstrong's foot on the rope...
Zach Davis: NO!! Armstrong's foot was on the ropes! THE MATCH CONTINUES!
Erin Robbins: Holy shit! Barber was so worried about positioning himself in a position where she couldn’t strike him, he completely forget to center himself in the ring.
The referee forces Barber to break the hold as Armstrong begins to pull herself back to his feet, using the ropes for assistance...
Erin Robbins: You can still see the damage has been done by Barber. That woman is a sight for sore eyes right now.
Barber grabs hold of Armstrong and whips her into the corner. He springs towards the corner at the dazed Armstrong and nails her with a spear into the ring post.
Zach Davis: How much more abuse can Chelsea Black Armstrong take?
Like a bad dream, Barber again whips Armstrong, now into the opposite corner before sizing her up and delivering yet another spear.
Zach Davis: Another spear! Sheesh.
Barber grabs Armstrong, lifts her up, turns her over, and then…
Zach Davis: PILEDRIVER! That was just too easy for Barber over his much smaller and hurt opponent.
John Barber immediately follows with the cover.
Chelsea Black Armstrong kicks out.
Zach Davis: UNBELIEVABLE! I really didn’t see that coming.
Erin Robbins: This one looked over for sure. It’s been a long time since Chelsea had any offense going in this matchup. She’s just soaking up punishment right now.
Barber seems a bit frustrated as he pulls Armstrong back to her feet once again and grabs and hoists her into the air. Just as Barber is about to hit a vertical suplex, Armstrong somehow is able to grab him and counter with a Hurricanrana...
Zach Davis: HURRICANRANA!
Armstrong quickly leaps to her feet, grabs Barber, and delivers…
Erin Robbins: Devil’s Wing! Devil’s Wing! Armstrong going for the quick cover!
NO! John Barber kicks out.
Zach Davis: Just in the nick of time.
Armstrong pops back to her feet. She lifts Barber and is about to attempt a clothesline, but Barber grabs her.
Erin Robbins: Barber has Armstrong around the waist!
The Florida Cracker shows his impressive power again as he tosses Armstrong over his head with a release German Suplex...
Erin Robbins: Germa... NO!!
Armstrong lands on her feet and charges off the ropes before leveling a stunned Barber with a HUGE Flying Clothesline…
Zach Davis: YES! FLYING CLOTHESLINE FROM ARMSTRONG!
Erin Robbins: Barber is down! What a counter by Armstrong! What agility she just showed there!
Armstrong brings Barber back to his feet and lands a few quick hard right hands before sending Barber back to the canvas with a bulldog.
Zach Davis: Armstrong seems to have control now as he puts Barber on his back again. She’s turned things around quickly.
Armstrong drops a quick leg to Barber' throat before bringing him back to his feet. Barber quickly punches Armstrong in the face. Armstrong stumbles back allowing Barber the time to get to his feet. Armstrong turns to face Barber. The two competitors begin to size one another up.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Barber has the upper hand!
Indeed, Barber is hitting Armstrong with several clubbing blows. He throws her across the ring with an Irish Whip.
Zach Davis: Reversal!
Indeed, Armstrong throws Barber across the ring instead. As Barber comes back, Armstrong grabs him..
Erin Robbins: LIGHTS OUT!
Armstrong hits the Tiltawhirl Side Slam! She quickly drops and hooks the leg for the pin.
Zach Davis: NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!
The bell sounds, and the crowd is on their feet, they can't believe it! The ref hands Chelsea the Television Champion, which she clutches close to her, enjoying the moment.
Erin Robbins: The former NWA World Heavyweight Champion is now the WCF Television Champion!
Zach Davis: What a moment. Barber really held that Title with dignity and put it back on the map, but Chelsea Black Armstrong is our new Champion.. wow. Who saw this coming!?
Barber rolls out of the ring as Chelsea climbs up to the top and raises the belt high above her head as we go to commercial.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Slam and our owner, Sarah Twilight already in the ring.
Sarah is standing in the ring as “The Only One” by Evanescence is already playing, the crowd booing her loudly as she simply ignores them completely, microphone in hand to address her business.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the owner of WCF … THE ONLY ONE … SARAH TWILIGHT!!!
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Sarah Twilight: Eric … you pathetic fuck, you said you had business with me. Then get out here, I don’t have all night!
“Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system as the boos immediately change to cheers. Eric Price walks out with a smile on his face as he walks at an energetic pace once again slapping hands with the fans as Sarah glares at him with great contempt.
Sarah Twilight: CUT THE MUSIC! Eric, get your ass up here RIGHT FUCKING NOW!
Eric simply shakes his head at her as the music stops immediately and he quickly asks for a microphone as he steps into the ring.
Sarah Twilight: So … what’s your business with Rachel? Out with it!
Eric Price: Just like that Sarah, out with it? Sarah, how long have we known each other, what a year or so now. You and I have had so many battles together, we’ve fought over the World Title, we then ruled this company together, you then turned your back on me and thanks to that you now own this company and are taking it down the shitter.
Sarah Twilight: I don’t give a damn about your opinion and I certainly don’t give a fuck about your history lesson, what is your fucking point?!
Eric Price: My point … guess I should get right down to it. It seems last week I left a bad taste in your mouth after bringing up Rachel’s name and you didn’t seem to appreciate that and…
Eric looks up the entrance ramp as the crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as Rachel Twilight makes her way down the entrance ramp much to Eric and Sarah’s surprise
Sarah Twilight: Rachel?
Eric Price: Rachel … what are you doing here?
Rachel steps into the ring quickly and asks for a microphone from the ring announcer’s area as she stands between Eric and Sarah
Rachel Twilight: Hold on guys, calm down. I think we need to discuss this rationally.
Sarah Twilight: Discuss what … what are you talking about?
Eric takes a deep breath and finally realizes he cannot wait any longer
Eric Price: I may as well come out and say it. Some know about it, some don’t. About two months ago after you unceremoniously turned your back on me and left me at the alter Sarah, I was admittedly very hurt, very depressed … fact is, you broke my heart, I admit that. And fact is … I did indeed love you Sarah.
Crowd boos loudly
Eric Price: Believe me, I know what a mistake that was. But regardless of that, why are we out here, Rachel and I started talking about what happened, she was just as shocked as I was at what you did. So we started talking and …
Rachel walks over to Eric and stands next to him and takes him by the hand as both hold hands as Sarah looks very confused yet appears to be enraged
Sarah Twilight: What is the meaning of …
Eric Price: Fact is … we started dating.
Crowd cheers loudly
Sarah Twilight: No … NO!
Rachel Twilight: Sarah … it’s true. We’ve been dating for a bit now.
Sarah Twilight: No … you can’t be dating this stupid fuck! Tell me you’re lying, tell me you’re kidding, no NO, this can’t be!
Sarah is pacing back and forth in a flat out rage not accepting of the truth with which she is being presented as Rachel and Eric smile at each other happily about their relationship as Sarah is in complete denial
Eric Price: It’s true Sarah, Rachel and I are and have been dating for a bit. I’ve been trying to tell you but just didn’t know how.
Rachel Twilight: I hope you’re not mad sis.
Sarah Twilight: Mad? MAD? Why would I be mad? Just because you’re dating my arch nemesis, a guy who is nothing but a jealous, pathetic, worthless fuck … of course I’m not mad.
Rachel Twilight: That’s good.
Sarah Twilight: I’M FUCKING LIVID! The hell, you come out here and humiliate me on my show … my company, on national television to tell me you’re dating this piece of shit?! No ... I get it, it’s a joke, no … this can’t be happening.
Eric smiles toward Sarah and approaches her and forcibly hugs her. She however pushes him away immediately in disgust
Eric Price: Like it or not, Rachel and I have are dating and in a relationship. You need to deal with it and accept it.
Sarah Twilight: I … I don’t need to do shit.
Sarah drops the microphone as Rachel tries to hug Sarah but she just walks away in complete disgust as the crowd boos heavily at her.
Zach Davis: I … wow.
Erin Robbins: I don’t know what to say. How dare Rachel betray Sarah Twilight that way.
Zach Davis: Betrayal? What are you talking about? Eric Price and Rachel Twilight have been completely honest about what is happening here and Sarah just can’t deal with the truth.
Erin Robbins: Eric Price is not good enough for someone like Rachel.
Rachel looks on at her sister sadly as Sarah walks away quickly in anger as Eric wraps his hand around Rachel’s shoulder and gives her a hug trying to console her from this experience.
Zach Davis: I don’t know what to say about this, Sarah needs to accept this. Eric Price and Rachel Twilight dropping the bombshell here though that they are indeed in a committed relationship, I don’t know how this will change the landscape of WCF.
Erin Robbins: It won’t because Sarah is going to bring Rachel to her senses. This won’t last.
Zach Davis: Up next we have quite a treat with this non title contest between our new US Champion Ryan Rhodes and veteran Donald Deruty. This should be a very interesting matchup. Rhodes having a chance to seriously make his mark here in WCF with a victory over D-Day.
Erin Robbins: What, being United States Champion isn't already making his mark?
Zach Davis: I didn't mean it like that.
Erin Robbins: Whatever. In my view, D-Day is the underdog here. He wasted almost a year of our time parading around in a mask and what has he done since making his "grand return?" ... Oh that's right ... LOSE!!!
Zach Davis: Let it all out Erin. Tell us how you really feel.
Erin Robbins: Whatever, just let Steel do his thing.
Kyle Steel: The following Non Title contest is scheduled for one fall ...
The lights in the stadium dim to pitch black Bulletproof by 12 Stones blares in the speakers with lights swinging around the stadium 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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring ... from New York, New York ... weighing in at two hundred five pounds ... he is "D-Day" DONALD DERUTY!!!
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 stadium 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. 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.
Kyle Steel: And 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.
Kyle Steel: From Detroit, Michigan ... weighing in at two hundred thirty seven pounds ... he is the WCF United States Champion ... RYAN "VENOM" RHODES!!!
As the last words of 4 U play, Green fireworks erupt from the stage and Venom is seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp. Linkin Park’s Faint plays as the lights come up and he sprints to the ring, sometimes interacting with fans and slides under the bottom rope. He pops up and stands triumphantly on the turnbuckle with fist in the air, enticing the crowd into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Erin Robbins: I hope Rhodes seriously hurts Deruty. Ooooh I just can't stand that little punk.
Zach Davis: I've never seen you this angry before.
Erin Robbins: Just call the match. When Rhodes kicks his teeth down his throat, I'll be sure to show you how happy I am.
D-Day and Ryan Rhodes get nose to nose, Their eyes are deadlocked and they both look ready to explode. The referee orders them to their corners and calls for the bell. As the bell rings the two charge one another, D-Day goes for a baseball slide into Ryan's knee but the neew United States Champion is quick and hops up over him as Deruty quickly springs up himself. Ryan goes to grab him only to be caught with a spinning kick to the gut, followed by a European uppercut. Rhodes is stunned, D-Day grabs him tightly and delivers a nicely executed suplex that sends him CRASHING into the mat.
Zach Davis: D-Day wasting no time! He looks to have a successful showing against the new US Champ. And what a way to start!
Erin Robbins: Yeah, well look again!
As D-Day adroitly hops up he turns around only to see Ryan Rhodes stand up and glare at him as if the suplex had almost no effect on him. The crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: D-Day not deterred by Ryan's resilience.
Erin Robbins: He got up after the suplex. That is impressive! Very impressive.
D-Day rushes at Ryan quickly and delivers a nice tackle, taking Rhodes off his feet, Deruty lands a right hand to the face but as he goes for another one, Ryan grabs his head and pulls it down to his waist, his legs wrap around his head as he begins to lock in a triangle hold and the crowd boos like crazy.
Erin Robbins: This is going to be a tough night for D-Day. Ryan Rhodes isn't the US Champ for nothing you know?
Zach Davis: Absolutely not. But he'll have his hands full with a veteran Donald Deruty.
But Deruty, seeing this wiggles his way free and flips over locking in an armlock submission on Ryan, who uses his strength and lifts up Deruty and slams his to the mat.
Erin Robbins: And look at that. Power pure and simple!
Zach Davis: Wait, but look at this!
D-Day gets back to his feet .The slam shaking him up a bit, but the adrenaline keeps him going. Rhodes wastes no time as he moves in at D-Day. he delivers a kick to the gut that doubles Rhodes over. he follows up by grabbing him for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Ryan grabs him and whips his into the ropes as he comes off he catches his and lifts him up for a pump handle slam and drops him to the mat like a sack of potatoes as he lands down hard. D-Day slowly gets up only to be caught by a spinning heel kick to the face, sending him flying into the corner. Rhodes rushes his with a running knee, but D-Day dodges and he hits nothing but turnbuckle shaking the ring and shaking himself up in the process.
As Rhodes spins around from the impact, he is caught by a jumping neck-breaker from the veteran, he rolls back up to his feet up only to be hit in the face by a dropkick. Rhodes is stunned as D-Day delivers a kick that is almost a low blow, perhaps unintentionally. he is warned by the ref. D-Day follows up with a double underhook DDT. he goes for the cover and our ref is down in position for the count.
Rhodes kicks out with authority, launching D-Day up off of him. But he stays on the offensive and before Ryan can get himself to his feet D-Day sends a VICIOUS kick into his chest. Rhodes rolls to his side, shaking off the cobwebs.
Erin Robbins: Rhodes able to kick out, and D-Day is still on the offensive!
Zach Davis: He knows how to wear someone down, and most importantly to keep the offensive pace going.
Erin Robbins: Rhodes is no slouch either, Zach!
Zach Davis: Oh absolutely not.
D-Day moves in, giving Rhodes no time to regain himself. he grabs his arms and pulls them back, placing his foot on the back of his head and he SHOVES his face and jaw into the canvas.
Erin Robbins: Curb Stomp!!!
Zach Davis: Rhodes is clearly dazed! I don't think was expecting him to put the fight to him like this!!
Rhodes struggles to his feet and D-Day is there on the attack as he charges him. Though Rhodes catches hiM, hugs hiM tightly, connects with a head butt and unleashes an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending D-Day through the air and down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Back and forth action. Both competitors giving it their all. D-Day wants to put himself in a better position after tonight.
Erin Robbins: A victory over the United States Champion would accomplish that.
Back in the ring, Rhodes follows up his suplex as he whips D-Day into the ropes and connects with a tilt a whirl back breaker, he is down and Rhodes grins confidently.
Erin Robbins: Rhodes has been displaying his power all night. This is where he can take advantage.
Zach Davis: D-Day can get back into this thing like a hiccup. He can be just that quick. However, to Ryan's credit, so can he.
Rhodes picks up the slightly dazed D-Day, lifts him up and places his on the top turnbuckle, he climbs up with his and looks out to the crowd as they CHEER loudly. D-Day punches Rhodes in the face, but Ryan retaliates and D-Day is stunned but not as much as Rhodes thinks. Deruty grabs his head and judo tosses him out of the ring from the turnbuckle as Rhodes flies through the air and hits the cement floor hard. D-Day quickly spins around points to the crowd and hits a flying elbow drop on Ryan, WHAM. Both are down now and after some time, D-Day is the first to his feet. Rhodes climbs back to his feet and he rushes at him, but D-Day catches him unexpectedly with a drop toehold and he falls down FACE FIRST into the ring steps. His head is now BUSTED open!!!
Zach Davis: Oooh! This one takes a turn for the worst. I don't think D-Day intended on using the ring steps. he just reacted out of instinct.
Erin Robbins: He did it on purpose! Disqualify him!
Zach Davis: No rules, remember?
Erin Robbins: Oh ... right.
D-Day rolls him into the ring and quickly follows him in as he stands up, he delivers a HARD kick to his gut. He doubles over and he rolls over him with a sunset flip, executing it nicely on Ryan, count….
Erin Robbins: No! Rhodes kicks out!!
Zach Davis: What a close call!
Rhodes makes it to his feet. D-Day focuses on the bloody mess that is his face, and he starts nailing HARD punches at him, further spilling his blood as he nails the wound. he jumped around, hooking his arms for perhaps a crucifix pin or octopus stretch, but Ryan is able to steady his balance and he drops D-Day down HARD with a Samoan drop. He stays on him, picking Deruty up and takes him down with a thunderous POWERSLAM. Rhodes takes a moment to catch his breath. D-Day, reaches up and surprises him with a schoolboy roll up. Ref gets into position.
Rhodes rolls out of it and quickly back to his feet. As D-Day gets to his, Ryan is there with a forearm smash that sends him back down.
Erin Robbins: That was a close one!
Zach Davis: You can't afford a moment's rest when you're in the ring with someone as crafty as D-Day!
Erin Robbins: I agree with that, he has proven it a few times now.
Zach Davis: So far no one has a clear cut advantage. This can go either way. What a contest for both of them!
D-Day quickly gets back to his feet and rushes Rhodes who sends him up and over with a back body drop...he flies over the top rope and hits the FLOOR on the outside!!!! The crowd is going BONKERS! Cheering, gasping in awe...just getting deeply into it all.
Zach Davis: D-Day down and out of it. Rhodes Looking to capitalize.
Erin Robbins: What is he doing? Oh no ...
D-Day pulls himself up using the guardrail and as he turns around, Rhodes comes FLYING at him with a Diving Shoulder Block THROUGH THE ROPES and to the OUTSIDE that fully connects!!! he goes back down and CRASHES into the guardrail. Rhodes gets back to his feet, hoisting D-Day up over his shoulders and tosses his back into the ring under the middle rope. He hops up onto the apron and slingshots himself over the top rope with a legdrop. He goes for the cover. Referee in position.
Kick out, D-Day kicks out, as Rhodes looks at the ref and smiles with a nod.
Erin Robbins: Too close, come on Rhodes stop playing with him and finish this!!
Rhodes looks at the crowd, nodding he moves about eight paces toward D-Day and rotates his arms looking to end this. D-Day is up, Rhodes moves at him but as he comes to Deruty, he does a forward roll as Ryan hits air. He spins around only to be caught by a jumping neckbreaker. D-Day is staring down at him like a Lion. Ryan gets to one knee, shaking off the cobwebs as D-Day starts sending kick after kick at him! For good measure, he hoists himself up to the middle turnbuckle and flies off sending one last kick right between Rhodes' eyes. Rhodes is sent CRASHING into the mat and looks to be out. D-Day makes the cover. Ref gets into position.
Rhodes manages to kick out and the crowd is cheering like never before!
Erin Robbins: Phew! That was damn close!
Zach Davis: They are throwing everything at each other and neither of them will stay down. I'm surprised to see you getting behind someone that is endeared to the crowd.
Erin Robbins: I can make exceptions every now and again. Besides, I loathe Deruty.
D-Day looks at the ref who shrugs in shock. he returns to the assault on Rhodes and starts pounding away at his face. Fist after fist he sends at him, further battering his open wound. he sends another hard fist and it is CAUGHT by Rhodes. He forces Deruty back and gets himself to his feet, spinning belly to belly SLAM!! And D-Day is down.The wind is knocked out of him, but Rhodes is barely able to move himself after the vicious assault he endured. He pulls himself to his feet, woozily, and he is teetering with his balance. D-Day gets to his feet and tries a high kick to the face, but Rhodes ducks it and he spins completely around. Rhodes whips Deruty into the ropes, he comes back on the return and he catches him WHAM! Jumping Tornado DDT. D-Day's eyes glaze over and he is OUT!
Erin Robbins: This HAS to be it!
Zach Davis: D-Day is in a lot of trouble right now! It could be over right here!
The crowd is on their feet as Rhodes makes the cover. The ref gets into position.
Erin Robbins: It's academic here!
D-Day manages to get a foot on the rope and Rhodes stares at the ref in disbelief!!!
Erin Robbins: What?! No way! he couldn't have just gotten out of that!
Zach Davis: Your eyes do not deceive you Erin, he did indeed just manage to save himself on that one.
Rhodes pulls D-Day to his feet, and he is barely moving now. He hauls Deruty up for a powerslam and instead, Deruty slides down and shoves him off. But Ryan quickly turns around and rushes him with a shoulder tackle, sending him through the ropes and once again to the outside.
Erin Robbins: D-Day once again on the outside. Rhodes in control.
Zach Davis: Both of these two are worse for wear. Rhodes is staggering and dazed still, D-Day is out of it....this is a fight neither of them will soon forget!
D-Day pulls himself to his feet and Rhodes comes diving over the top rope again and he sidesteps him. He meets nothing but FLOOR!!! The crowd begins to CHEER and D-Day starts putting the boots to Rhodes who isn't moving.
Erin Robbins: Oh my GOD! He may have broken his neck!!!
Zach Davis: He went to the well, one too many times!!!
He pulls the almost lifeless Rhodes to his feet and rolls him into the ring. he follows behind him and stands over him as he still does not move. Measuring him now, just to make certain.
Erin Robbins: This doesn't look good! The match could be over right now!
Zach Davis: I can't believe he is even moving after that! This is insane!
Rhodes starts pulling himself to his feet, he is VERY out of it now, and as soon as he is vertical, D-Day grabs him for Dead and Forgotten. However, Rhodes fights his way out of it with everything he has and instead lifts D-Day into a jackhammer position. VENGEANCE! And D-Day is down and out. Ref slides into position as Ryan basically falls on top of D-Day for the cover.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... RYAN RHODES!!!
Zach Davis: What a match! Both men fighting as if this was our main event here tonight. The action was nonstop from bell to bell. Both men putting on a hell of a show for us.
Erin Robbins: And with this victory, Ryan begins his reign as United States champion with a LOT of momentum.
Our cameras cut back to the parking lot area where WCF Owner Sarah Twilight is making her way to her car and is about to leave the arena. The gorgeous redhead is wearing a long cut black leather jacket, a pair of dark blue denim jeans and a gray turtleneck sweater. Her silver pentacle dangles in front of the shirt prominently. The redhead gets to her car when she is approached by Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Sarah! Sarah hang on a minute!
Sarah reaches for the doorhandle of her 2013 Ford Mustang GT Convertible and pulls the door open. She leans against the frame as she glares at Hank Brown, obviously not happy to see him.
Sarah Twilight: What do you want? I'm busy.
Hank Brown: Well, I'm trying to get a scoop for wcf.com about your unexpected trip to Seattle. Everyone has been buzzing about it because ... well that is where Lilith has been for the past several weeks after you ... kinda beat the crap out of her.
Sarah rolls her eyes as she brushes back a few stray strands of her red locks of hair.
Sarah Twilight: My reasoning for flying to Seattle is not of concern to you or anyone else.
Hank Brown: Sarah, I'm just doing my job. I mean rumors have been circulating that you're heading up there to finish what you started in the ring. People just want to know if there's any truth to that.
Sarah gets into her car and turns the ignition as Hank moves around near the driver's side door. Sarah rolls down the window, looking at him with disgust.
Sarah Twilight: Doing your job? Let me remind you who the fuck it is that employs you. So it is not your job to ask me stupid fucking questions unless I say that it's your job.
Hank Brown: Yes ma'am.
Sarah Twilight: As far as your rumors ... I don't give a shit about them. Speculate all you'd like. Now ... I'm running late.
With that she slams the car into reverse and peels out of her parking space, leaving a coughing, choking Hank brown in a cloud of exhaust.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match! Now approaching the ring...
“Ghosts n' Stuff” plays over the P.A. System, as Franky steps out onto the ramp, followed by Logan. The fans let out a cheer, as both men raise their fists in acknowledgment.
Kyle Steel: At a combined weight of 455 pounds. Frank Patrick Venable, and Logan!
The two men walk down the ramp. Frank slaps hands with some fans along the way. Logan simply walks down the middle, his eyes locked on the ring.
Zach Davis: This is a very interesting pairing. FPV and Logan don't seem like they would make good partners, but they're both very talented wrestlers, so it will be interesting to see how the dichotomy plays out.
Freddy Whoa: I've been looking forward to this match all night. I don't know what we're about to see, but with the people involved, I know it's gonna be worth seeing.
They rolls into the ring, and stretch their muscles, as the music dies down. It is replaced by “Hollywood Babylon” and a chorus of booing from the crowd. Scott Savage steps out from behind the curtain, one tag title belt over each shoulder. Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu step out behind him. The three men take a second to have one last strategy discussion, before stepping down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Scott Savage proudly displaying S-PAC's tag team titles. Now, this is a non title match, but you would have to imagine that if Logan and Franky were to get a win here, they would have an argument that they are in title contention.
Freddy Whoa: There's no doubt, this is a huge match for both teams. S-PAC wants to prove how dominant they are, and like you said, a non title win of the tag champs would be HUGE for Franky and Logan.
Scott steps up onto the apron, and holds the ropes open, as his clients step inside. Scott holds the tag belts up in the air, as Waylon and Benjy poses for the angry crowd.
Freddy Whoa: The WCF fans really don't like the fact that S-PAC has those tag straps. They're dying to see them get what's coming to them.
Zach Davis: They're not the only ones...
The music stops, and Waylon steps onto the apron, letting Benjy start the match. Franky stands in the corner, waiting to start the match for his team. Once Scott is on the outside of the ring, the ref signals for the bell to ring. Benjy and Frank circle each other for a moment, before locking up. They push back and forth, but Benjy gets the upper hand, and shoves Frank into a corner. He lifts his knee a few times into FPV's gut, before flipping him over with a snapmare, and hitting a fist drop. He then dives on Frank's head, grabbing the sides of his mouth in a double fish hook. Franky screams, and the ref yells at Benjy, but Atreyu just mocks him.
Freddy Whoa: Benjy can't be disqualified for this, but it's definitely messed up.
Atreyu lets go, and taunts the booing crowd. This proves to be a mistake, as it allows Frank the beat he needs to recover. Once Benjy turns back around, he gets caught with a jumping calf kick to the face. The crowd pops, and Franky pops back up. He goes to attack Atreyu, but Benjy grabs the ropes, and yanks himself out of the ring.
Zach Davis: FPV was ready to strike there. Benjy making a... some would say mart, some would say cowardly, move, and getting himself out of the line of fire.
Freddy Whoa: I actually got the chance to speak with Waylon earlier today, and he told me that when you're in S-PAC, it's about doing whatever it takes to win.
Benjy takes a lap, but Franky is having none of it. He bounces off the ropes, and hits Benjamin with a suicide dive, sending both men crashing into the guard rail. The fans give a Holy Shit chant, as Scott helps Benjy to his feet, and checks on him. FPV slowly stands to his feet, and hits Benjy with a chop block before he can react. Scott looks like he might attack, but he backs off, allowing Franky to roll Benjy into the ring. He follows after him, and starts climbing the turnbuckles. He stands on the top rope, and waits for Atreyu to stand. When he does, Frank leaps off, and goes for a hurricarana. Benjamin catches him, and hits a sit out powerbomb. Benjy holds on for the pin.
...No! Franky kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Atryu almost had him with that one!
Benjy gets to his feet, and tags in Waylon Cash. Cash walks over, and begins stomping on Frank's back. FPV crawls toward Logan, who has his hand stretched out for a tag, but Waylon grabs Frank's leg, and yanks him back to the center of the ring. He grapevines the leg, and falls forward, locking on an STF. He wrenches back, as the crowd boos.
Zach Davis: The STF, the step-over toe-hold facelock! This is a devastating submission. Franky needs to get out of this one quickly.
FPV screams out in pain, as he slowly claws his way towards the ropes. Out of desperation, he reaches up, and swings wildly. Out of sheer luck he hits Waylon on the chin, causing him to let go of the submission. Frank rolls forward, and tags in Logan. The second their hands slap, Scott Savage grabs Logan's foot, and pulls him off the apron, not allowing him to enter the ring, he then grabs Logan's head, and throws him into the steel barricade.
Zach Davis: That is disgusting!
Freddy Whoa: That is totally legal.
Scott lifts Logan up, and rolls him into the ring, as Waylon goes on the attack. He stomps on his midsection several times, before lifting him up and tossing him into the corner. Cash lets loose, hitting Logan with right hand after right hand. It isn't long before Logan is busted open, a river or crimson streaming down his face. Waylon hooks Logan's head under his arm, and hits him with a snap suplex, before standing up and taunting the crowd once more.
Zach Davis: Logan is in serious trouble here. He needs to get something going, or this one is over.
Logan slowly drags himself to his feet, as Waylon mocks him. Logan takes a swing at Waylon, but cash ducks it, and delivers three quick jabs to the man's jaw.
Freddy Whoa: People underestimate Waylon Cash. He is an amazing striker, and if you let him get going on you, he will cut you up something fierce.
Logan swings again, Cash ducks once more, and this a hard right hook, sending Logan to the ground. Waylon immediately dives on him, unleashing several hard strikes. The wound on Logan's forehead opens even more, creating several more streams of blood. Cash stands up off of the man, and walks over to Benjy, tagging him in. They both walk over to Logan, and lift him to his feet. Waylon grabs his legs, and lifts him in the air, allowing Atreyu to grab his head in a DDT position. They pause for a moment, before simply dropping Logan to the ground. Waylon turns around, and screams loud enough for the cameras to pick up.
Waylon: A King's Death is too good for you, you piece of shit!
He then lifts Logan up, and holds him, allowing Atreyu to hit the Black Eye Sonata, and cover for the pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winners... Waylons Cash and Benjamin Atreyu... the Savage Political Action Committee!
Scott climbs into the ring, belts in hand, and helps the other two kick Logan, rolling him out of the ring. Once that is done, they all hold their arms aloft, celebrating their victory before a hateful crowd.
Zach Davis: S-PAC wins another one by nefarious means.
Freddy Whoa: That's how they do things. It certainly seems to be paying off in the era of Twilight.
Eric Price is sitting in his locker room backstage when there is a knock at the door. Eric glances towards the door and waits for a moment, when no moe knocks are forthcoming he slowly gets up and walks across the room, opening the door. Eric glances left and right, but sees no one.
As he looks down he notices a shiny black box, it is present shaped and on top is a huge blood red bow. Eric carefully picks the box up and surveys it with a curious expression. Beneath the large red ribbon is a little gift note, scrawled in long black handwriting on the note, reads:
Roses are red,
Eric mouths the words to the odd little poem as he reads it over a couple more times, before turning and walking back into his locker room, carrying the box as the door swings shit behind him.
Slowly and carefully Eric unites the ribbon and allows it to fall to the side, as he lifts the lid from the box, a curious and suspicious expression on his face. The top of the box is filled with black tissue paper and Eric drops this outside oft eh box, revealing the gift beneath.
Lying inside the box is a rather dirty old doll, her frilly dress is slightly torn and there are streaks of brown and red, presumably mud and clay, across the material. The dolls blond hair is matted up and her porcelain face is cracked and crumbling.
Very slowly and carefully, Eric reaches into the box to lift he doll out as he dos so, he picks his finger on a black rose that was hidden beneath the doll. Eric yells slightly in a moment of pain and on instinct, drops the doll as he shakes his stinging hand.
The doll hits the floor with a sad, hollow thud and what was remaining oft he dolls face shatters into hundreds of tiny pieces, only two piercing blue eyes remain, staring up at Eric, as a droplet of blood rolls off of his finger and onto the dolls sad and broken face.
Zach Davis: Main event time!
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and Step up by Drowning pool blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy, holding his World title and with his custom title fastened around his waist.
Kyle Steel: And the champion...making his way to the ring accompanied by Chelsea Black Armstrong...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 250 pounds...'The Archangel of the WCF'...Seifer...Black...Armstrong!
Running down the ramp Seifer and Chelsea claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to Chelsea before taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Step up by Drowning pool fades out.
Erin Robbins: Seifer Black Armstrong is one-half of Justice. But instead of tagging with his tag team partner, Matt Robinson, he'll be tagging with his tag team partner's girlfriend. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
Zach Davis: Are you questioning Sarah Twilight's booking decision?
Erin Robbins: Come on. Please. Of course not. There's a reason for everything she does-- even if it's not apparent right away.
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as ‘The Queen Of Punishment’ Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage followed by her husband, ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson, they stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…being accompanied by ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson…from New York City, New York now residing in Orlando, Florida…weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds! ‘The Queen Of Punishment’…Stacy…Robinson!
The Robinson’s reach the ring and both of them roll under the bottom rope, Stacy then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her hands before she unzips her jacket and hands it to Matthew before he exit’s the ring and ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Zach Davis: And The Robinsons! Matt will be at ringside, as his wife joins Seifer in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Some couples like to swap partners.
Zach Davis: There it is, let's move on.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... "THE MACK"... STEVE ORBIT!!
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is getting a mixed reaction from the crowd, perhaps for the first time in his career. I can't say I blame the fans after Orbit and Fly walked out on the main event last week. Who's to say they won't do it again tonight?
Erin Robbins: Orbit's finally seeing the light. He's hanging around the right people. And he's right, he shouldn't be wasting his time with the likes of Eric Price and Donald Deruty.
Zach Davis: Then I guess we'll find out of Seifer and Stacy are "worthy" of Orbit's time tonight.
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 opponent... from New York, New York... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... he is the WCF WORLD CHAMPION... "THE DYNASTY"... JONNY FLY!!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponents before finally sliding into the ring.
Erin Robbins: The champ is here.
Zach Davis: Right. The WCF World champion. Let's be clear about that.
Orbit and Stacy start things out while Fly and Seifer head to the apron. Ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Orbit starts arguing with the referee right off the bat. Fly calls them both over to their corner.
Zach Davis: The Mack is pointing outside the ring, at Matt and Chelsea.
Erin Robbins: He's right! They have no reason to be out here. They aren't managers or valets, they're active competitors here. Steve Orbit is right, get them out of here.
Zach Davis: Well, apparently the referee doesn't agree with you-- wait, here comes Stacy Robinson from behind!
The crowd explodes as Stacy dropkicks Orbit in the back while he argues with the ref. Orbit stumbles forward and as he spins around, Stacy is right there, hammering him with right hands. She backs him into a neutral corner and begins laying in with European uppercuts.
Zach Davis: Stacy's in control of The Mack!
Erin Robbins: Please, he wasn't even ready. That's what these fans cheer for? Idiots.
Stacy keeps the momentum going by taking Orbit out of the corner with a one-handed bulldog! She covers Orbit.
Orbit tosses Stacy off of him.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit does not look happy.
Orbit and Stacy are both back up to their feet. They circle each other for a moment before locking up. Stacy puts Orbit in a side headlock, but he shoves her off-- she catches him with a back kick to the gut, and then turns around and plants him with a sitout facebuster. Orbit rolls out of the ring, and Stacy plays to the crowd.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson is really taking it to The Mack, and the crowd is loving it!
Orbit talks some trash to Matt and Chelsea before getting back into the ring after a short breather. Stacy waits for Orbit to get to his feet-- she goes for the Queen's Kick, but Orbit dodges it, dropping to a knee. He punches Stacy in the gut and hits a quick swinging neckbreaker.
Erin Robbins: Finally, the Mack stops Stacy's momentum.
Orbit heads to his corner and tags Fly. Fly enters through the ropes.
Erin Robbins: If I was Stacy Robinson, I'd be looking to make a tag right now.
Zach Davis: Why? What a great opportunity to face off against the World Champion and make a name for herself!
Erin Robbins: ... Yeah, sure.
Fly enters the ring as Stacy is just getting to her feet. Stacy attempts to lock up with Fly, but Fly pushes her away and hits her with a big right hand to the jaw. This angers Stacy, and she charges Fly, but he whips her into the corner-- Fly spins around as she stumbles out of the corner and hits a spinning European uppercut!
Zach Davis: DISCUS FLY!
Erin Robbins: Right. What were you saying about great opportunities?
Fly shakes his head and covers Stacy.
Zach Davis: Stacy kicks out before three!
Erin Robbins: This must be difficult for Matt-- watching his wife in there with a man like Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: I'm not sure what you mean by that comment, and I don't think I'd like to explore it.
Stacy crawls towards her corner. Fly kicks her in the ribs. She gets closer to her corner-- Fly hangs back and watches as she tags in Seifer.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly allowing the tag! Is he really that arrogant?
Erin Robbins: He's that GOOD, Zach.
Fly waves Seifer into the ring and waits-- as Seifer enters through the ropes, Fly rushes him and begins hitting him with right hands and clubbing blows to his back. Fly whips him to the ropes and catches him with an armdrag takedown into an armbar-- Seifer kips up, slipping out of the hold and sends a stiff kick to Fly's head. Seifer runs to the ropes as Fly gets to his feet, and comes back with a running shoulder block. Fly is reeling but doesn't go down. Seifer goes back to the ropes, and comes back with another shoulder block-- this one puts Fly on the mat. Seifer hits a standing leg drop and then covers Fly.
Zach Davis: Fly shoots a shoulder up before two.
Seifer pulls Fly to his feet and backs him into the corner. He hits several chops to Fly's chest before whipping him to the opposite corner, and following him with a running high knee--
Erin Robbins: Fly dives out of harm's way!
Zach Davis: And Seifer Black Armstrong's knee bounces off the top turnbuckle, landing flat on his back.
Seifer holds his knee in pain. Fly slowly gets to his feet and grabs the leg and lifts it, slamming Seifer's knee to the mat. Seifer rolls around on the mat, holding his knee. Fly waits. Seifer slowly gets back to his feet-- Fly kicks at the knee. Seifer heads towards his corner where Stacy is waiting for the tag, but Fly grabs him from behind and hits a quick reverse DDT. Fly then grabs the top rope and hops up for a springboard moonsault, staying on for the pin.
Zach Davis: Stacy breaks up the pin!
Orbit rushes into the ring and begins brawling with Stacy. The ref tries to force them out of the ring, but realizes he has no disqualification powers. After a few moments, they both exit the ring to the apron anyway. Fly stomps on Seifer, before dragging him to the corner and tagging in Orbit. Orbit enters the ring-- Fly pulls up Seifer. Orbit gets into the Crane stance.
Erin Robbins: Mack with the Crane Kick-- OH NO!
Seifer drops down and Orbit hits Fly with the Crane Kick!
Zach Davis: A double team effort backfires for Fly and Orbit!
Fly rolls out of the ring as Orbit apologizes. Seifer takes advantage of the situation and rolls up Orbit from behind!
Erin Robbins: NO! Orbit rolls out before three!
Zach Davis: That was close, I thought Seifer pulled off the upset!
Seifer and Orbit are both to their feet. They lock up. Seifer goes behind Orbit with a waistlock. Orbit reverses, and then Seifer reverses again, going behind Orbit and hooking him up for a dragon suplex. Orbit slowly gets back to his feet, but Seifer hits him with a missile dropkick from the top turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: You have to admit, Seifer Black Armstrong and Stacy Robinson are both proving they can hang with some of the best competition that the WCF has to offer.
Seifer pulls Orbit to his feet and walks him over to Stacy, making the tag. Stacy enters the ring and they lift up Orbit for a double brainbuster. Orbit is laid out, and Stacy hits the ropes, coming back with a leaping senton-- but Orbit gets his knees up!
Erin Robbins: Great awareness by Steve Orbit. That's why he's a former World champion.
Stacy rolls off of Orbit onto the mat, holding her back. Orbit slowly gets up. He walks around the ring for a few moments, shaking out the cobwebs. Stacy gets back to her feet. Orbit approaches, Stacy kicks him in the thigh. She sends another kick to the thigh, and Orbit's leg almost gives out. Third kick, Orbit grabs the leg and spins her around, putting her in a half-nelson-- he lifts her for a half-nelson suplex!
Erin Robbins: HONEY DIP! Orbit plants Stacy Robinson!
Orbit quickly drops down for the pin.
Zach Davis: Stacy kicks out before three!
Erin Robbins: Another nearfall. This match is turning out to be much better than I expected.
Orbit watches as Stacy slowly gets up. Orbit snaps his fingers at Matt, trying to get his attention.
Steve Orbit: Hey Matt, let me show you how to handle a bitch.
Stacy gets to her feet-- Orbit's arm is cocked back, and he hits a LOUD backhand slap.
Zach Davis: Pimp Slap to Stacy Robinson! How disrespectful!
Erin Robbins: Boo-hoo. It's his move. He does it to everyone.
Matt Robinson is furious on the outside. He almost enters the ring, but Chelsea Black Armstrong holds him back, telling him to let her fight. He backs off. Orbit is having a good laugh as the crowd boos him.
Zach Davis: This is a different Steve Orbit. Hanging around with Fly is clearly influencing his attitude-- in a negative way.
Erin Robbins: Looks like the same low-life pimp dirtbag to me.
Orbit pulls Stacy to her feet. He hits her with a forearm smash, then another, before whipping her to the ropes, catching her with a powerslam on the return. He stays on her for the pin.
Zach Davis: NO! Again, Stacy Robinson kicks out!
Erin Robbins: She can't have much left in the tank, Zach.
Orbit pulls Stacy to her feet. He whips her to the ropes once again. This time, she ducks a clothesline and keeps running to the opposite ropes. Orbit tries to time another clothesline, but she hops up for a tilt-a-whirl headscissors takedown!
Zach Davis: Where did that come from?! She's still in this thing!
Orbit and Stacy are both laid out. However, both begin crawling to their respective corners.
Erin Robbins: Who is going to make it first?
Orbit dives and makes the tag! Fly Springboards into the ring before Stacy can tag Seifer. Seifer reaches his arm out but Fly pulls Stacy back into the ring. Practically grinning, he pulls her to her feet.
Zach Davis: This seems a little cruel, or at least, Fly's intentions do...
Fly throws Stacy into the corner where Orbit is now standing. He runs at her, and hits a Body Splash. He then hits his European Uppercut!
Erin Robbin: Discus Fly!
As if it was rehearsed, Orbit is already on the ropes. Fly makes eye contact with Orbit before tagging him. Orbit flies off the top...
Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH!
Fly is already in the ring so he's able to intercept Seifer as Orbit makes the pin.
Erin Robbins: Fly and Orbit pull off the win!
The bell sounds as Orbit gets to his feet. The ref raises Orbit's hand in victory.
Zach Davis: And there you have it! The World Champion, Jonny Fly, and Steve Orbit pick up the victory.
Orbit's music plays, a little to Fly's annoyance, as the two are announced as victors. Regardless, Fly climbs up a turnbuckle after he's handed his World Heavyweight Championship. Fly raises the belt high in the air as Orbit looks over at it, and Fly.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit was once the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. Do you think ... ?
Slam fades to black.