"The Only One" by Evanescence hits the arena and the crowd begins to boo like MAD.
Zach Davis: Welcome everyone to Slam! We are live from the Pepsi Center here in Denver, Colorado and as you can hear, this capacity crowd is none to happy to kick off with our "illustrious" owner, Sarah Twilight.
Erin Robbins: These idiots need to show her some respect. It is because of her genius that these ungrateful and undeserving morons get to enjoy an unprecedented event here tonight!
Zach Davis: Things are different for sure. Tonight, we have no lineup. We have no schedule. We have no idea who will compete and ... in what kind of match! Everything about tonight is a mystery.
Sarah emerges from the back. The gorgeous, yet morally hideous redhead stape onto the stage wearing a black custom tee-shirt with the words "Shock Value" written across the front in a lightning bolt design. On the back, a scripted lettering that reads "Mistress of Mischief" in blood red. She wears a pair of designer fade denim jeans and a pair of black Nike sneakers with blue trim and Swoosh. As usual, her sterling silver pentacle charm dangles from around her neck. As the WCF owner makes her way down the entrance ramp, she is followed by a few stage hands that wheel a large, three chambered roll cage that seems to contain various ... bingo balls.
Zach Davis: And look at this! Is this how tonight is going to be decided?
Erin Robbins: It looks that way! I love it. Anything can happen. We don't know what to expect!
Sarah makes her way into the ring as the boos continue. The trifecta of bingo chambers is wheeled to ringside as Sarah looks on, smirking.
Sarah Twilight: Tonight ... tonight is about separating the weak from the strong. Tonight is about making an example for every person in the back who believes they are owed ANYTHING around here. Tonight is about making it perfectly clear who is in charge around here. I told each one of you that you would not know who your opponents would be ... what kind of match it would be ... or even if you would compete at all. I told you things would be done MY way ... and that is exactly the way it will go from here on out.
The crowd continues to boo. Sarah ignores them and moves along with her statement.
Sarah Twilight: Everything about tonight's competition will be decided at random ... however at the end of it all, whom I decide to remove from this program shall not. Understand that your appearances on MY show are a privilege. They are not owed to any of you worthless shits. When tonight is finished ... some of you will find that your presence on my program will no longer be needed, and again ... you have but a small group of people with whom to blame for this predicament.
The crowd boos even LOUDER as Sarah paces around the ring with a confident stride to her step. She shakes the microphone carelessly in her hand for a moment as she looks out over the crowd.
Sarah Twilight: In those chambers are the names of every WCF wrestler on the roster along with every conceivable match type that we have had here ... including a few that we have not yet seen. Throughout the night, I will draw from that chamber ... or have someone else do it to determine who shall compete this evening. Now ... Let the games begin!
Suddenly "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
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.
Erin Robbins: What is THAT monster doing out here?!
Zach Davis: It's not a secret on how Oblivion feels about Sarah Twilight and how she has been running WCF.
Oblivion walks down the entrance ramp with intensity in IT's eyes, occasionally pointing at Sarah Twilight. Twilight just leers at The Monster with no concern at all. Oblivion enters the ring and walks over to a nearby corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and raises IT's massive arms to the crowd of The Pepsi Center. Oblivion jumps down and grabs a mic from IT's back jean short's right pocket.
Sarah Twilight: WHAT THE HELL ARE YO...
Oblivion stops Sarah Twilight from talking by placing IT's right index finger across her mouth. Frustrated and infuriated, Sarah smacks his hand away and looks PISSED.
Oblivion: Sh-h-h-h-h... No one cares.
Sarah Twilight: I am about three seconds from ripping your fucking head from your shoulders! So you had BETTER tell me what the HELL you are doing out here! You want something? Hmm?
Sarah leans in close, not at all intimidated by Oblivion.
Sarah Twilight: You'd better be careful what it is that you ask for ... you never know what you might get.
Oblivion takes a step back with narrowed eyes as he extends his arm outward, poiting at Sarah as he addresses her.
Oblivion: What does Oblivion want?! WHAT DOES OBLIVION WANT?! Well, like most of these braindead sheep, The Monster wants world peace, wants everyone in the world plenty of food to enter. No more wars...
Erin Robbins: What is this psycho talking about?!
Oblivion:...the number one thing what Oblivion wants is for you, SARAH TWILIGHT, to just go away.
Sarah Twilight: Is that right?
Oblivion: But, since that will never happen, there is one thing that needs to be said!! No one has the balls, the grapefruits to say, maybe it HAS to be The Monster to be the one that needs to say...
Zach Davis: What would that be?
Erin Robbins: This will be interesting!
Oblivion: Ever since this latest wave of newcomers coming into WCF, we the veterans, the ones who have bled for this company have been disrespected.... WHO IN THE HELL ARE THESE ZEPHYRNEPHRIAL TUBLODIAL BUTTNOIDS THINK THEY ARE?!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!?!
Sarah Twilight: What the fuck are you talking about!?
Oblivion: The Monster is NOT talking about your complete disregard to everyone else around here or your selfish self-contempt on how you can "GET OVER" in this company...
The majority of the crowd, in the Pepsi Center, screams out with cheers.
Sarah Twilight: The sheep can cheer with their false hopes and failed dreams all they'd like. Get on with it Oblivion. My patience grow thin.
Oblivion:...BUT, that is no concern for The Monster!! NO!! HELL NO!! It's the increase of these disrespectful snot-nosed, shit stained little bastards that is coming in to MY company!!
Sarah Twilight: YOUR company?!? This is MY company!!
Oblivion grabs the mic with a very tight grip and walks up closely to Sarah Twilight. The Pepsi Center slightly hushes, anticipating what Oblivion is about to do next. The stress and the uncomfortably is so thick, you can cut it with a knife.
Oblivion: This whole thing is getting out of hand!! Sarah Twilight, you don't understand!! If you don't get these newcomers under control, you will lose everything you have worked so hard to obtain.... COMPLETE CONTROL. You need someone or someones to help you to control them.
Sarah Twilight, along with everyone else in the Pepsi Center looks at Oblivion with a look of complete confusion.
Sarah Twilight: I HAVE everything under control you twit. What the fuck are you even talking about?
Oblivion: What Oblivion is suggesting is that you better do something or this new batch of newcomers take complete control of this company.
Sarah Twilight: You are as deluded as the rest of these sheep. Now what the fuck do you want?
Oblivion holds out IT's hand, with a possible handshake. Sarah looks at the monster's outstrecthed arm.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion certainly took a long listen last week. He's right, it's the little band of rookies that is ruining this company!
Zach Davis: That is nonsense! WCF is healthy because of this influx of new talent. And all Sarah is doing is marking them as outcasts.
Erin Robbins: Well, it's working.
Sarah narrows her eyes as she stares at Oblivion for a long moment. The crowd is screaming, booing and pleading with Oblivion not to shake the hand of the devil we all know as Sarah Twilight. Sarah extends her hand and accepts Oblivion's gesture. The boos in the crowd elevate.
Zach Davis: The monster sold his soul! The monster just sold his soul!
Erin Robbins: He made the right decision. This is a GREAT day for WCF. It's about time that the veterans band together and show these rookies their place!
Oblivion nods and exits the ring leaving Sarah to begin her night of chaos and mayhem. Sarah climbs out from the ring and motions the stage hands back toward the stage. They wheel the bingo chambers toward the stage as Sarah makes her way to the back.
Zach Davis: Oblivion sells his soul to Sarah Twilight ... anything truly can and will happen tonight!
Erin Robbins: And we've only just gotten started!
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie and olive colored cargo pants, with black and white Chuck Taylors on, and holding the XIII Title. The crowd is popping big, having barely seen Corey at all this year. He slaps hands on the way down to the ring, taking his time, before sliding in under the bottom rope and throwing up the devil horns. Again, crowd pops. Corey calls for and is granted a microphone, tossed in from ringside.
Corey Black: I have come back to WCF for a couple reasons, one big one and a few small ones. The smaller ones, I fear, will have to wait until the big reason is dealt with. I speak, of course, of Torture.
Crowd pops at the mention of Torture.
Corey Black: Yeah, woo, yay! Torture is back! Finally. After poking and prodding the man for ten months or so. Back when we agreed on this match, I expected Torture to be around, you know? I didn't think he'd totally Hollywood out and just vanish again, show up twice and expect me to be alright with this. I suggested we fight at One because the man up and left my life. We agreed, and what happened? Up and left my life again. He still hasn't got into the Hall of Fame, he still hasn't beat me on the grandest stage we have, and he still hasn't tried to be a friend.
The crowd really isn't sure how to react.
Corey Black: It's alright though, I made new friends. Jay Price, Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit, Jeff Purse, Kid P.. we were all tight. We never once built a dynasty though. That's what bothers me about this whole situation. I cut this very same promo almost a year ago, and it still rings true today. Torture pops in when Torture is ready, not when anyone else is rea-
"Crawl" by Kings of Leon hits. The crowd goes ape shit banana pancakes. The man, the myth, Torture walks out onto the stage dressed in a nice black and red suit, cutting Corey Black completely off. Marching right down to the ring, Torture gets right in and doesn't miss a beat. He also calls for a mic, which is tossed to him.
Torture: I show up when I am ready? The hell do you do, Corey? You play games off in New York for IWF most of your time, and when you do show up here, you beat up jobbers like Adam Young and Doc Henry.
Corey Black: Let me stop you right there, 'champ.' At least I show up.
Torture: You show up to feed your own ego because you can't get it done against the main eventers. You ran to IWF because you can't do it in WCF anymore.
Corey Black: I was hoping you'd feel that way. That's why this match is so special, Torture. Nobody thinks I can do it anymore. I can't beat the best WCF has to offer. So why not take out one the best WCF USED to offer?
Torture: Bitch, I am still the best. I've reserved my spot in the WCF Hall of Fame, there's nothing you have that I can't counter with, Corey. Face it, you're no longer 'THE GUY.' I've got that name back. I am TORTURE. I am MR. WCF.
Torture throws his arms in the air, the crowd pops big. Corey, though, isn't amused.
Corey Black: All I wanted was my friend back. You returned to feed YOUR ego. I may come back to do business with the lower-card, but I sure as hell didn't turn my back on my friends to simply get into the Hall of Fame. I earned that by being the best WCF has ever, or will ever see.
Torture: Oh, your friend is back, and he's going to put you down at One. Sooner or later you'll open your eyes and see you're not the good guy here. You're the whiner who won't give WCF the time of day, just like you accuse me of. We are still friends, we'll always be friends, even if we don't see each other very often. See you in LA, buddy.
An almost somber tone has taken over Torture, like he's actually really sorry for how things have gone down. Suddenly, though, two figures run through the audience and hop the guard railing. It's Jay Price and Oblivion, of all people!
Zach Davis: Price and Oblivion! Price and Oblivion! They're coming for Corey and Torture!
Erin Robbins: Torture put Jay Price away in Torture's last official match here and Oblivion lost to Corey Black at XIII back in September!
Zach Davis: I'm guessing that in addition to the rookies that Oblivion seems to hate, he must also hate long time veterans like Corey and Torture.
Jay and Oblivion slide in, causing Corey to drop his title and Torture to drop the mic, and the brawl is on! Oblivion and Black! Price and Torture! The crowd is going nuts! Jay and Oblivon push Corey and Torture to different buckles, throwing haymakers and kicks at the Hall of Famers. Torture begins fighting back against Jay, fighting his way out of the turnbuckle and into the middle of the ring, at least. Oblivion still has Corey in the corner, but Torture turns the tables on Jay and starts hitting bigger and bigger shots. Corey slide behind Oblivion and slams his head on the turnbuckle! Then again! Oblivion is a little dazed!
Jay Price, however, cuts Torture off with a kick to the knee, dropping Tort down. Jay with a knee strike! Then another! Then three more! He's going for Kneegasm! Off the ropes but he's cut off by Corey Black, who steps in front of Torture. The crowd explodes in an almost confused cheer, totally unsure of what may happen. Oblivion comes charging out of the corner and hits a forearm shot to the back of Corey's head, pushing him into Jay Price who drives Corey down with The Downfall! Absolute shock comes over the capacity crowd here in Denver. They can't believe it. This lapse has given Torture just enough time to recover, but he's stalked by Jay Price and Oblivion, two against one. A quick kick to the stomach by Price doubles Torture over, and Oblivion easily lifts Tort up into a powerbomb. Before slamming him down, Jay stops Oblivion and points to the floor. Jay Price is calling for Oblivion to Awesome Bomb Torture to the floor! Oblivion visibly laughs, and marches around with Torture on his shoulder.
Oblivion gets momentum and as he gets to the ropes Torture slips out! Jay Price runs over but is stopped by a kick to the groin! Oblivion turns Torture around and another kick to the groin! OBLIVION SHRUGS IT OFF! CHOKESLAM! Chokeslam to Torture! Holy shit! Jay Price, nursing his nuts, walks over and stands over Torture, yelling something about One and the Hall of Fame.
SUPERKICK. Corey Black is up and hits a big kick to Jay Price, knocking him down into the corner. Oblivion rushes, goes for a clothesline but Corey catches and backflips around his arm into a brainbuster! No, Oblivion counters and picks Corey up in a suplex. No, Corey counters and front flips out of it, landing on his feet.. Torture is back up.. double dropkick to Oblivion, knocking him out of the ring! Price is back up, double back body drop over the top rope, sending him onto Oblivion! Torture and Corey Black stand tall in the ring, fired up, ready to go!
Zach Davis: Somehow, some way, the Man Made Gods are on the same page!
Price and Oblivion regroup and decide they got what they came for, as they begin retreating through the crowd. Torture stands at the ropes, Corey on the middle rope with one hand on Torture's shoulder, both yelling things at Price and Oblivion as they leave.
The Man Made Gods are standing tall leading into One.
Erin Robbins: What the hell?!
Torture has walked behind Corey and kicked his knee, sending Corey into a sitting position on the middle rope. As fast as lightning, Torture has Corey's head and hits Torture's Device off the middle rope! Fucking spiked Corey down! The crowd gasps, Torture gets to his feet and adjusts his suit, brushing his shoulder off like nothing ever happened! With Corey Black laid out, Torture just exits the ring and walks up the ramp, not even giving one single fuck.
Zach Davis: We're starting tonight's matches off with a battle royal, the only match announced ahead of time for this card.
Erin Robbins: These competitors are the lucky ones. Well, if anyone in the ring with men like Biohazard and Tyler Walker are lucky, that is.
Zach Davis: DiStoner, Fourchon, and Daley are already in the ring, we're waiting on five more competitors...
breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
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.
“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 lights go out as a voice starts to speak over the sound system.
"It is the future... year 6969. Somewhere out in Megaspace. The Pelozees of The Lesbodyke Nebula, in order to continue breeding after removal from the Universe their last remaining enemy, men, created the PIL - Penile Impregnation Lingumbot. Rezark SP - a prototype PIL, accidentally launched Into chrono-space during the hyperfiber wars, has programmed a self Replicating evo-loop and drifts for a kilo-year, alone and sentient in a Tele-operative trajectory above Planet Three-S: formerly known as Earth. Lowering his astrogate to Planet Three-S, Rezark SP, the last surviving Chrononaut, has a bad case of blue ballsium and one thing on his hydro-mind.................
Fireworks explode from the ramp as Supersonic sex machine by Steel Panther blasts out of the speakers, the lights go wild with color and Marco leaps onto the stage, dancing in time with the music he strips out of his jacket and trousers with fireworks going off behind him.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the competitor, weighing in at 210 pounds and coming to us from Los Angeles California.... This is The emperor of epicness, The Senator of Sexiness, The Incarnation of Incredible, The ambassador of awesome, The titan of titulation, the embodiment of exceptional and The Quintessential Ladies Man Marco Valintine.
Strutting down the ramp he mocks the men around the ringside area and flirts with the hot women, after dancing a little more he leaps onto the top rope turning a 180 before moonsaulting into the ring landing on his feet as fireworks shoot out of the ring posts... He walks around the ring pointing at his fans as his music switches off he sits in the corner waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: This is Marco Valintine's debut tonight, and what an entrance! Holy crap.
Marco enters the ring and Biohazard is like a rabid dog, trying to attack him for some reason. Walker is holding him back.
Erin Robbins: Uh, looks like Biohazard hates Valintine for some reason.
Biohazard: what is a rezark sp and who are you and i must destroy you!!!
In his rage, Biohazard spits ooze out onto himself and Walker as the bell sounds. Walker releases Biohazard who runs at Valintine and tackles him down, hitting him with punch after punch.
Zach Davis: Looks like Biohazard has some kind of interstellar feud going on here? I don't know. Christ.
Meanwhile, Kevin and George both make football style tackles towards Fourchon and Daley. They connect, as Fourchon and Daley were unaware, and knock them out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: Whoa! Two big eliminations already!
As Fourchon and Daley fly out of the ring, Kevin and George yell at them.
Kevin and George turn around into the huge biceps of THE BEAST TYLER WALKER ramming into their chests!
Zach Davis: Huge double Clothesline from Walker!
This sends Kevin and George reeling back... but not over the rope! They stand their ground and shout.
This ENRAGES Tyler Walker like never before. He screams.
Tyler Walker: I AM NOT A NERD!
Walker tackles George down and starts pummeling him. Kevin pulls Walker off, however, and hits him with a forearm. Kevin and George quickly execute a Double Suplex.
Erin Robbins: Where is Biohazard?! Walker is getting double teamed!
Biohazard is still attacking Valintine. Biohazard lifts Valintine up but Valintine counters by hitting him with a PELE KICK out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Dan DiStoner starts attacking Valintine from behind. Valintine turns and blocks a punch from him before hitting a few stiff kicks to his shins. DiStoner swings with a wild Clothesline which Valintine ducks. Valintine then hits a German Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Few moves as effective as the German Suplex counter there. It's popular for a reason.
Valintine runs as DiStoner begins to get up. Valintine Springboards and hits a Tornado Kick!, causing DiStoner to fly over the top!
Zach Davis: DiStoner eliminated!
The Beast has finally overcome George and Kevin and is kicking at them both. He yells at Biohazard to help him, bro, but Biohazard says he's got to take care of the intergalactic prototype PIL menace. Walker asks Biohazard WTF he's talking about but it's too late - George and Kevin hit them with a pair of low blows!
Erin Robbins: I can only imagine how tiny and shriveled the penis of Tyler Walker is.
Zach Davis: Excuse me? That's implying steroid abuse, which is strictly against WCF policy.
Erin Robbins: Up until Sarah took control, Seth had mandated a MANDATORY steroid taking policy, actually.
Zach Davis: ...Huh.
Either way, Biohazard and Walker are hurt. George and Kevin grab them both and dump them over the top!
Erin Robbins: Aanndd there they go.
Walker and Biohazard bicker on the way up the ramp as they hold their nads, both men still in pain. George and Kevin turn to the one remaining competitor. They go for a Linked Clothesline, but Valintine ducks it, keeps running, and does a handspring into a backflip Tornado DDT onto George! Kevin gets dizzy as it happens, watching the flurry of motion, allowing Valintine to catch him...
Zach Davis: C4! He calls that the Head Over Heels! Something happens and I'm head over heels! I never find out till I'm head over heeeeeels!
Erin Robbins: Shut up, Zach. Shut up.
George stumbles up and Valintine Dropkicks him, sending him flying over. Kevin has stumbled up as well and runs at Valintine. Valintine drops down, pulling the top rope with him, causing Kevin to fly over!
Zach Davis: Marco Valintine is your winner!
The bell sounds as Valintine gets his arm raised high in the air.
Erin Robbins: What a bizarre matchup.
Zach Davis: Well with what Sarah might have planned, it's only going to get bizarre.. er.
I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP...
"Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye & Jay-Z plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Looks like we'll be hearing from Steve Orbit.
"The Mack" Steve Orbit steps out from backstage. He's wearing a long mink over a pink and white designer suit, with plenty of gold and diamonds. But there's one golden accessory that looks out of place on Orbit.
Erin Robbins: Is that the...
Zach Davis: Orbit is in possession of the World Title?! What the hell is going on?
The camera zooms in and, yes, Steve Orbit is wearing the WCF World Title around his waist. He makes his way to the ring and slides in, taking a mic from a ring hand. His music cuts as he lifts the mic near his mouth.
Steve Orbit: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, pimps, players and hustlers. Allow me to RE-introduce myself. My name is "The Mack" Steve Orbit, and I find myself holding the WCF World Championship title ONCE again.
Mixed reaction from the crowd. Mostly murmoring, wondering what's going on.
Steve Orbit: This is the second time I've held this mother fucker, and I gotta tell you. It feels good, you know what I'm sayin'? It feels great to be at the TOP of this organization... however you wanna say it. The main man, the top gun, the Head Nigga in Charge--
Orbit is cut off as "The Only One" hits the PA. Sarah walks briskly towards the ring, mic in hand, eyes locked on Steve Orbit.
Erin Robbins: Can't wait to see what Sarah thinks about this.
Zach Davis: I'm sure she's not happy-- her and Orbit hate each other!
Sarah enters the ring and looks Orbit up and down several times before speaking.
Sarah Twilight: What kind of fucking JOKE is this, Steve? You and Jonny deciding to waste time on MY show with this NONSENSE?
Sarah is fuming. Orbit laughs to himself.
Steve Orbit: It ain't no joke, Sarah. This title belongs to me.
Sarah Twilight: How? You tell me right now how the HELL that is possible, or give me back my company's belt and get the FUCK out of MY ring!
Orbit points towards the jumbotron.
Steve Orbit: Aight-- I was gettin' to that part, but aight. Roll it, guys.
The lights dim and a scene plays on the jumbotron.
We go to the VIP section of Club Violet in Oakland, California. It's the early morning hours and the Club is closed, but there's still plenty of girls and booze around. Two men are in the section, standing at the end of a table. We get closer and realize it's Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly. They've clearly been partying all night and they're shooting dice. Fly is rolling the dice, looking intense. Orbit is counting money. There's a stack of money on the table as well.
Steve Orbit: You sure about this, Fly?
Jonny Fly: You fucking heard me. Double or nothing, again.
Steve Orbit: Aight, man.
Fly shakes the dice and throws them. He rolls a nine.
Jonny Fly: FUCK!
Orbit tries to hold it in, but he laughs. Fly picks up the stack of money from the table and hands it to Orbit.
Jonny Fly: That's it, I'm cleaned out. You mother fucker. Next time we're playing cards.
Orbit eyes the World Title belt which happens to be close by.
Jonny Fly: Not a chance.
Steve Orbit: Jonny. Put the belt up, all or nothing. If I hit, the belt is mine. If I lose, I'll give back every single dollar you gave me tonight.
Fly considers it for a moment.
Jonny Fly: Fuck it. You're up.
Orbit takes up the dice, blows on them, and rolls them. He rolls an eleven and starts laughing.
Jonny Fly: Oh, come on. You gotta be fuckin' kidding me.
Steve Orbit: God DAMN I got those magic hands, Fly. I need to take a trip to Vegas or somethin'.
Fly reluctantly hands over the World Title belt. Orbit throws it over his shoulder and grins.
Steve Orbit: You want a drink? Don't worry-- it's on me.
Fly sneers at Orbit and they head towards the bar. Fade out.
Back inside the ring, Sarah can't believe what she just saw. Orbit is holding back laughter, really getting a kick out of this whole thing.
Sarah does NOT look amused.
Sarah Twilight: Oh hell no. Hell fucking NO!
Sarah grabs hold of the WCF World Title as Orbit clutches hold of it, not letting it go. Sarah grabs Orbit by the collar with her free hand and starts shouting at him. Orbit gets right back in her face, not one to be intimidated. Suddenly "300 Violin Orchestra" hits the PA. Sarah backs away from Orbit as they both turn towards the entrance. Fly heads to the ring and enters.
Jonny Fly: Guys, let's calm down. I'm sure we can work out a solution that will work for everyone.
Sarah Twilight: Solution?! Fly, you have no right to be treating MY company's most prestigious belt like a fucking poker chip! You might be my World Champion, but I am in charge around here and I absolutely do not approve of this whole fucked up situation. It's not happening. Orbit, give the belt back to Fly.
Orbit shakes his head, grinning.
Jonny Fly: He's not giving it back, Sarah. And I won't take it back. He won it, fair and square-- it belongs to him.
Sarah Twilight: I don't care about your stupid dice game! It wasn't sanctioned by ME so it doesn't mean jack SHIT! Now give him the FUCKING belt back, NOW!
Sarah lunges for Orbit, but Fly blocks her. Fly tries to calm Sarah.
Jonny Fly: Sarah, let me be clear. I understand you're concern. I think if the three of us can discuss this backstage, in private, we can come to some sort of agreement that will work for everyone. Deal?
Sarah shakes her head. Fly sighs and there is a small conversation between the two that is inaudible to those in attendance.Fly is being very calm while Sarah is obviously still quite pissed off with the situation based on the gestures given by the two during this whispered exchange. Finally, Sarah narrows her eyes and motions her hand in disgust, inviting Fly and Orbit to exit the ring. The three of them make their way up the ramp and toward the back.
Zach Davis: I wonder what was said?
Erin Robbins: I have no idea. But apparently the three of them are going to work out an arrangement with this very weird situation.
Zach Davis: Well, from here on out everything is a mystery. We have no idea what matches will take place, or who will be part of them.
Erin Robbins: I'm excited! We could potentially get anything. We could get a main event calibur match to start out with!
We cut backstage to where Sarah Twilight stands alongside the three cylinder bingo chamber. She spins it a few times and removes a bingo ball. She smirks at the result.
Sarah Twilight: Well then ...
Zach Davis: What is it? What is it?
Erin Robbins: We're about to find out!
Sarah displays the bingo ball to the cameras. It has "I Quit Match" wwritten across it.
Zach Davis: Oh my! What a way to kick off Slam!
Erin Robbins: Now we know what the match is going to be but, who is going to take part in it?
Backstage, Hank Brown enters the scene and stands across from Sarah Twilight.
Hank Brown: Sarah can I get a few words with you about --
Sarah holds her hand up, stifling him. She points her other hand at the bingo cage.
Sarah Twilight: Pick one.
Hank shrugs, reaching in and he picks a bingo ball from the names chamber.
Sarah Twilight: Let me see that!
She snatches the ball away from him and looks at it. She scowls as she discards it.
Sarah Twilight: You suck at this.
She shakes her head, now reaching in and pulling another name from the cage. She looks at it and shrugs.
Sarah Twilight: It'll do I suppose.
Zach Davis: Who's it gonna be?
Kyle Steel: The following contest is an I QUIT MATCH!!!
Everyone looks toward the entrance in anticipation.
Erin Robbins: We need a drumroll!
"Frankenstein" by the Edgar Winter Group starts playing. The crowd boos.
Erin Robbins: I take that back ... not needed for this.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the first participant ... from Abilene, Texas weighing in at two hundred forty pounds ... "The Villain" ADAM YOUNG!!!
Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black. He just stares at the ring and then starts walking towards the ring with a dead evil stare. He doesn't seem to notice the fans as he keeps stareing daggers towards the ring. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls to the corner where he sits Indian style for a few seconds. He reaches up and pulls himself up and lets out a war cry.
Zach Davis: And we know that Adam Young will take part in this contest. Who will his opponent be?
Erin Robbins: If it's Doc Henry I swear ...
Kyle Steel: And his opponent?
"Absolute Zero" begins to play over the loud speakers.
Zach Davis: Oh boy!
Erin Robbins: Thank God ... we may actually not be bored to death.
Kyle Steel: Residing in Bakersfield, California ... weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds ... he is "The Lone Wolf" CHASE MICHAELS!!!
A spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak. They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and staring down Adam Young.
Erin Robbins: This shouldn't take long.
Zach Davis: I don't know about that. I wouldn't underestimate either of these two stars.
Referee Peter Laos calls for the bell and as he does, Chase RUSHES as Adam, sending him down with a HARD running elbow. No sooner than Young hits the matc does Chase start putting vicious boots to his head and face.
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels wasting no time at all. The Lone Wolf looking to make a statement here tonight as well.
Erin Robbins: Everyone should be looking to make a statement. They need to prove their worth to Sarah so that when she decides to pull people from the show, they hopefully won't be on that list.
Michaels hauls Adam to his feet, staring at him for a split second before DRIVING him into the mat with a snap DDT. Adam's eyes are already glazed over by the repeated shots to the head. Chase backs off a few paces and moves in for a high jump and a slight delay in his drop as he crashes a knee into Adam's forehead.
Erin Robbins: Adam Young is out of it already. Chase Michaels is relentless. I like it! This is exactly the type of thing we need to see around here.
Zach Davis: I'm no fan of Adam Young ... but I don't believe the WCF locker room should be catering to Sarah Twilight's sick and twisted idea of what this company should be.
Erin Robbins: Of course they should! She's the boss.
Chase reaches down now and grabs Adam by the face, hauling him to his feet. Out of nowhere, Young grabs him and launches Michaels over with an exploder suplex. Chase crashes into the canvas and stumbles up, having been taken by surprise.
Zach Davis: Adam Young with a comeback!
Erin Robbins: Oh please. He got lucky.
Michaels turns around, still somewhat unbalanced after being taken off guard and he rushes at Young, who takes him up and crashes him down into the knee with a tilt a whirl backbreaker. Adam staggers back to his feet and starts dropping elbow after elbow into Chase's chest.
Zach Davis: Luck? Doesn't seem that way. Adam Young now taking it to Chase Michaels!
Erin Robbins: The guy has some fight in him, I'll give him that much.
Young rushes into the ropes and on the return leaps up and CRASHES down for an elbow drop. But Chase rolls out of the way! Adam hits nothing but canvas. Chase makes his way to the outside of the ring and the look on his face says he isn't playing games any longer. He pulls up the ring apron and looks under the ring for something. After a short bit of searching, he emerges with a steel folding chair.
Erin Robbins: And this just took a turn in the wrong direction for Adam Young. I like it!
Zach Davis: Is a chair necessary? Come on!
Erin Robbins: No rules, Zach. No rules.
Chase slides into the ring and he looks down at Adam with a sense of contempt in his eyes. He raises the chair up in both hands and CRASHES it down into the back of Young's head.
Over and over again he BLASTS Adam in the skull with the chair.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is out of it! This is too much. Chase Michaels seems to have snapped!
Erin Robbins: He's sending a clear message. He wants his job and he's doing whatever is necessary to make sure it remains in tact.
Finally Michaels discards the chair after rendering Adam Young a broken heap on the mat. Chase leans down, grappling him and holds him in a traingle choke. He sends repeated knee strikes again into Adam's head. After several shots, he pulls up into a handstand .... DRIVING his knee one final time into Young's skull before turning him completely over and cinching a bridging arm triangle.
Erin Robbins: Edge of Insanity! He has it locked in!
Zach Davis: Adam Young is completely out of it and has nowhere to go!
Young struggles as he screams in agony. The more he tries to fight it, the more Chase wrenches the hold. Adam fights with everything he has for several moments, but finally he has no choice as he murmurs and gargles out to the referee.
Adam Young: I ... blergh ugh blergh ... I .... I quit!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner .... CHASE MICHAELS!!!
Zach Davis: There was no choice. Adam Young put up a hell of a fight but Chase Michaels walked out here with one goal in mind ... to HURT the opposition.
Erin Robbins: He made short work of Adam Young and I think if nothing else, he got the attention of the boss. I am sure she is quite pleased.
Chase releases the hold as "Absolute Zero" hits once again. He takes to the turnbuckle to celebrate as he looks out into the sea of fans in the crowd. Though after a moment he turns his attention back at Adam Young who is still writhing on the canvas.
Zach Davis: This doesn't look good!
Erin Robbins: I don't think he's satisfied quite yet.
Chase hops down, grabbing the ropes with each hand and he rocks back and forth, measuring young who is now on his hands and knees. He BURSTS out of the corner and NAILS Adam in the side of the skull with a running knee. Adam falls to the canvas and is completely OUT!
Erin Robbins: The Grand Finale just for the hell of it! I like the way this guy operates!
Zach Davis: Adding the final blow ... and unnecessary one. I hope it's worth it, Chase! I hope your disgusting display is worth it!
Erin Robbins: At the end of the night, when he still has his job ... it will be!
The scene opens in a dark room with a single table and chair in the centre. Multiple whiteboards with countless equations scribbled on them are seen on the walls, and there are a few sheets of paper, similarly dotted with formulas on them scattered on the floor. The room is seemingly empty, but as the camera pans left, a smartly-dressed Dr. Remus Micayle walks in, carrying a folder.
Meanwhile, upon seeing him, the crowd immediately starts to jeer, memories of last week's dreadful dog abuse incident still obviously in their mind. He walks towards the table and sits down on the chair, placing the file on the table.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, my name... is Dr. Remus Micayle.
More booing erupt from the live crowd. But of course it doesn't have much effect on him; it is a pre-recorded video after all.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I hope you found my lesson last week informative. Today, I will be continuing on the subject of self-improvement. Last Slam, we learnt that as superior human beings, we must always be on our guard, and avoid falling into the trap of complacency. Simple enough is it not? This week, however...
He reaches for the folder he carried in earlier and shows it to the camera. On it, is a sticker that is carefully labelled 'Drugs'.
Doctor Remus Micayle: ... we'll be talking about the benefits of abstinence.
More jeers emerge. Boy, do they really hate this scientist. Micayle opens the folder and takes out a sheet of paper. He scans through it briefly, before looking back up at the camera.
Doctor Remus Micayle: As a scientist by vocation, to see so many athletes around the world succumb to the usage of both medicinal and recreational drugs is a sad, sad, thing. Lance Armstrong, Roger Clemens, and Marion Jones are just some of the disgraceful people that have indulged in this pleasure. And look where are they now? Their Hall Of Fame-worthy careers destroyed. Their social lives ruined. Their reputations down into the gutter.
He looks pointedly into the camera, raising a finger and pointing it straight at it.
Doctor Remus Micayle: The WCF is not free of these blemishes as well. For propriety's sake, I shall not name those I suspect would have to answer more than a few questions from the United States Anti-Doping Agency. After all, I'm not a tattletale, but merely a concerned citizen of the world willing to fight for the greater good of humankind.
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin flashes his trademark icy cold smile at that statement.
Doctor Remus Micayle: But what I will do, however, is to inform all of you viewers - both in this very arena, and at home - about the serious dangers of drug abuse. Example One, at the very bottom of this screen.
At those words, a still image appears, and multiple groans emerge from the crowd. A young kid, perhaps less than six years old, is lying on a hospital bed. She is severely emaciated and has several tubes sticking into her from various veins. It's not a very pleasant sight to show on national television, especially when there are children tuning into the broadcast. The crowd knows it, and starts to show their disapproval once again.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
The scientist carries on.
Doctor Remus Micayle: A tragic sight, is it not? Before we blame her parents for her plight, let us reflect on this. Do we want our children to grow up like this one day? Surely abortion would have been a better choice. But, for now, let's go to Example Two, once again, at the very bottom of this screen.
The booing intensifies, as yet another gruesome picture emerges on the WCFTron. This time round, it's that of an elderly man. Signs of drug abuse are apparent, as there are multiple needle insertion scars on his arms. He appears to be extremely scrawny and suffering from malnutrition. By this point of time, the live crowd has had enough, and is chanting loudly.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!
But the video doesn't cut.
Doctor Remus Micayle: These two pictures, repulsive as they may be, tell a very true story. If one does not practice abstinence, he will have a very sad ending. Just look at these two subjects, and now, look at my personal favourite... Example Three.
Standing up, the suited-up Micayle started to take off his shirt and tie. After fumbling for a couple of seconds, he manages to strip off his top and place them neatly on the table. Now topless, he flexes his considerable muscles and poses a little for the camera. At this point of time, the booing from the live crowd are starting to overpower the video volume - a testament of how much this man here irks them. Finally, after striking a myriad of poses, he sits back down, still with that thin smile on his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Presenting... Example Three. Abstain from drugs, and you get to become someone like me, Doctor Remus Micayle. Not like most men out there, and certainly not like the previous two case studies, who unfortunately, were not able to heed my warnings. Now that you know a small component of success, it's time for us to bid farewell. Sadly, that's all the time we have this week, but it has certainly been a pleasure here to educate you people once more.
Tilting his head slightly, Micayle speaks.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Until next time then. Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and remember, abstinence, is perhaps the number one advice I can give to any aspiring superstar out there who wishes to combine wit and fitness. I do speak from experience, of course. Good night!
The camera fades into black, as WCF goes to commercial to a chorus of hisses.
We cut backstage to the bingo chambers. However, instead of seeing Sarah Twilight ready to choose another matchup, we see Jack Happy walk by and he continuously looks at the cylinders. He shows restraint and walks away.
Zach Davis: Jack Happy left alone with anything isn't a good thing.
Erin Robbins: He'd better just keep walking!
After a few seconds, Jack returns into the frame and unable to help himself he reaches in and pulls a bingo ball from the match type cylinder. He chuckles and jumps for joy, showing off the ball to the cameras. It reads "Singles Match."
Zach Davis: So, we're going to have a straight up one on one matchup.
Erin Robbins: With no rules of course.
Mr. Happy then reaches in again and pulls two balls from the WCF roster chamber. He looks at them excitedly before rushing out of frame. Just then Sarah Twilight enters the frame and narrows her eyes, looking around.
Zach Davis: Well, we have a one on one contest ... but who are the participants going to be?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match up is set for one fall.
Zach Davis: This has been one heck of a show. I wonder what random pairing we'll be getting next?
“Power” by Kanye West begins to play over the PA system. The fans scream in anger, as he steps out from behind the curtain.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 226 pounds, and standing six feet, three inches tall. He is the deranged one... Gabriel C. Mephisto III!
Gabriel stalks down the ramp, as the fans shout insults at him. He slides under the bottom rope, and pops up to his feet, grinning devilishly at the audience.
Zach Davis: Here we have a relative newcomer to WCF. It will be interesting to see what the random nature of this night gets him into.
Mephisto's music dies down, as the crowd grows silent in anticipation. They erupt when “Ghosts n stuff” by Deadmau5 hits the speakers.
Kyle Steel: and his opponent, weighing in at 205 pounds, and standing five feet, eleven inches tall. He is The Boudle Slayer... Frank Patrick Venable!
FPV pops out onto the ramp to a wave of applause. He smiles at the fans, and poses on the ramp, before running down and sliding under the bottom rope. He pops up, keeping his eyes on Mephisto the entire time.
Freddy Whoa: Oooh, Gabriel drew the short straw here. It doesn't get much more difficult for a new wrestler than having to face Franky.
Zach Davis: Franky has to be on his guard here too. He knows virtually nothing about Mephisto, and has had no time to prepare.
The bell rings, and the two men begin circling each other. They feing attacks a few times each, before locking up. Gabriel uses his superior size to shove Franky backwards, sending him ass over elbows into the corner. Mephisto sprints forward, and tries to sandwich FPV between his knee and the turnbuckle. Frank moves out of the way at the last second, and Gabriel catches the turnbuckle with his knee. He grabs his leg, and hobbles out of the corner. Franky strikes immediately. He delivers a few stiff kicks to the leg, before dropping down and sweeping it out from under him.
Zach Davis: Franky seeing a weakness, and diving on it right away.
Freddy Whoa: That's what you gotta do in a match like this. You can't afford not to capitalize on anything and everything, because you might not get another opening.
Franky dives for the leg again, but Gabriel grabs the ropes, and yanks himself out onto the floor. Franky doesn't crawl out after him right away. He waits in the ring as Gabriel stands. Once Mephisto is to his feet, FPV bounces off the opposite ropes, and coems running across the ring. Gabriel moves out of the way, but does so too soon, allowing Franky to catch himself before he dives. They stare each other down, as the crowd gives them a smattering of applause.
Zach Davis: This is what happens when you don't have time to prepare. Your timing is off, and big wins slip through your fingers.
Franky slides out onto the floor, and both men start trading punches. Gabriel eventually gets the upper hand, and backs Frank against the metal guard rail. He pushes FPV's head back, and raises his arm high in the air, before delivering a stiff forearm club to his opponent's chest. Franky doubles over and gasps for breath, as he stumbles over to the ring steps. He uses them to steady himself, but Mephisto is on him. He grabs Frank by the back of the head, and tosses him into the metal barrier. Frank drops to the ground, holding his ribs. Gabriel drags him up, and rolls him into the ring. He follows, and locks Frank in a fujiwara arm bar. He wrenches on the shoulder, rubbing Franky's face into the mat as he does so.
Zach Davis: Gabriel trying to keep Franky grounded, not letting him move around too much. He's got that submission locked on tight.
Freddy Whoa: And Franky is feeling it! That shoulder is hurting, and he needs to get out of this hold.
Franky reaches up in desperation, and grabs Gabriel's hair. He pulls forward, flipping the man over onto his back. Venable jumps to his feet, and mvoes quickly, locking Gabriel in a single leg boston crab.
Zach Davis: Franky flips it around, and now Gabriel is in a submission.
The fans cheer loudly, as Frank wrenches back on the hold. Gabriel claws his way across the mat, reaching for the ropes. The referee wanrs him that a rope break won't happen, and he stops. After a moment of thinking, he begins kicking wildly with his free leg. He catches Franky with a low blow. FPV stumble across the ring, as Gabriel stands up, and bounces off the ropes. He hits Franky with a big boot to the back of the head, and goes for the cover.
THRE-NO! Franky kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Whoa is right. Mephisto saw a chance, and he took it, just punishing Franky with that boot to the back of the head. I'm not even sure Franky is conscious. Kicking out may have been a reflex.
Gabrile stands up, and stomps away on he back of Franky's neck. The ref tries to get him to stop, but can do nothing. Gabriel drags Franky to his feet, and lifts him into a suplex position. He holds it for a while, taunting the booing fans, before dropping back and slamming Frank to the mat. He holds onto Franky's head, but spins around, and sits him up, locking in a dragon sleeper. He pulls back on Franky's neck with a grimace.
Zach Davis: Mephisto is wrestling Franky as if he's been watching tapes of him all week. He's keeping him grounded, not letting him use his speed to get an advantage.
Freddy Whoa: Mephisto is a smart cat. He's probably studied up a bit on Franky, just based on the fatc that he's a member of the WCF roster.
Franky's arms flail, unable to grab hold of anything. His movements slow, and eventually stop, as his arms fall limp. The ref raises his right hand, and lets it fall to the mat.
He raises it again, and again it falls.
He raises it a third time, and drops it, but Franky holds it up, as the crowd begins to cheer him on. He pushe son the ground, and slowly begins to loosen the hold. Gabrile notices, and voluntarily lets go. He then stands up, and delivers a vicious kick to the back of Franky's neck. FPV drops to the mat, as Mephisto taunts for the booing crowd.
Zach Davis: Deadly accuracy from the kicks of Gabriel Mephisto tonight. He is certainly not making it easy for Franky.
Gabrile drops down, putting his knee against the back of Franky's neck. He then grabs the man's arm, and wrenches upward, putting a lot of pressure on the shoulder joint. Franky grabs the bottom rope with his free, but the ref tells him that that won't break a hold.
Zach Davis: This is Sarah Twilight's WCF. The ropes won't save you here.
Franky angles his body, and pushes off of the ropes with his feet, causing both men to roll backwards. Gabriel releases the hold, and Franky doesn't go back down. Instead he bounces off the opposite ropes. Gabrile gets to his knees just in time to catch a straight kick to the side of the head from FPV. The crowd is cheering loudly now, as Franky has taken control. He bounces off the ropes again. Gabrile is on his hands and knees, and catches a dropkick to the head.
Zach Davis: Franky making the most of this opening!
Franky runs over and climbs the turnbuckle. He gets to the top, and takes a second to steady himself, which allows Gabriel to dive at the ropes. Franky loses his footing, and drops down, crotching himself on the top turnbuckle. He sits there, as Gabrile recovers. Once Mephisto is up, he runs up the ropes, and hits Franky with an enziguri. FPV crashes to the mat, and Gabriel goes for the cover.
No! Franky gets the shoulder up, but just barely. Mephisto slaps the mat in frustration, before lifting Franky up, and whipping him into the opposite corner. Gabrile spritns across the ring, and goes for a splash, but FPV dives out of the way. Mephisto eats turnbuckle pad, and stumbles backwards. By the tie he turns around, Franky has recovered, and set up for his one big shot.
Zach Davis: BOOM! HEADSHOT!
Franky's heel connects with Mephisto's jaw, sending him to the mat. Franky covers for the pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winner... FRANK PATRICK VENABLE!!!
Franky rises to his feet, holding his arms high, as the crow cheers him on.
Zach Davis: Franky saw his one shot, and took it, demolishing Mephisto's jaw with that superkick.
Freddy Whoa: Props to Mephisto for fighting as hard as he did, but Franky's hard to beat for a reason. One hell of a match though.
Franky makes his way to the back, as the ref tends to Mephisto, and we fade to black.
Scene opens backstage. Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit and Sarah Twilight are standing together. Surprisingly, Sarah is smiling.
Jonny Fly: ... So I take it we've got a deal?
Sarah and Fly shake hands. Orbit and Sarah turn to each other and lock eyes for a few moments, until Fly butts in.
Jonny Fly: Come on, you two. Let bygones be bygones. This is bigger than your differences.
Orbit and Sarah shake hands.
Sarah Twilight: Nice doing business with you.
Jonny Fly: Do you want to announce it, or...?
Sarah Twilight: I think it would be appropriate for the both of you to do it.
Steve Orbit: Aight, then.
And we fade out.
Zach Davis: Well, the cylinder has been wheeled out here at ringside and we are waiting on whatever the next contest is going to be.
Erin Robbins: I've been informed that you and I are picking the next match, Zach!
Zach Davis: We are?!
Erin Robbins: Yes, we are.
Zach Davis: Well ... okay.
Zach gets up from his seat and walks around the announce table to the bingo chambers and reaches in to pull a match type, he hands it over to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, our following contest ... is a TAG TEAM MATCH!!
Pop from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: Ok you picked already, my turn.
Erin is next to the chamber so she doesn't get up. She reaches inside and pulls not one, but two names from the chamber. She shrugs and hands them over. Zach now reaches in and also pulls two names, handing them to Kyle Steel.
Erin Robbins: Oh this should be good!
Zach returns to his seat.
Zach Davis: I agree, looking forward to this one.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ...
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: 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 tag team partner ...
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.
Kyle Steel: From Sleepy Hollow, New York ... weighing one hundred thirty eight pounds ... she is the WCF People's Champion ... "The Death Bringer" DENISE D'EVIL!!!
As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Zach Davis: What a pairing!!
Erin Robbins: The alternative pairing is just as intense!
Kyle Steel: And their opponents ...
Curtains cover the entrance, photographers come out, people set up red carpet, fireworks go off.
Kyle Steel: From Mimai, Florida, weighing two hundred forty five pounds ... JORGE DIAZ!!!
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.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner ...
The lights dim as "Goldie" by ASAP Rocky hits the PA. Red strobelights shower the arena.
Kyle Steel: From Brooklyn, New York ... weighing in at two hundred fifty two pounds ... he is DIABLO CALZONE!!!
When the music picks up, Diablo Calzone appears at the entranceway with manager Bobby Cairo at his side. Calzone pauses at the top of the ramp and sneers into the camera lens. Diablo flexes his muscles while a sparkly pyrotechnics display shoots off behind him. Cairo applauds his client, all the while a confident smile is plastered on his face. They stride to the ring in lockstep, with Cairo condemning the fans for booing his client, while the ultra-determined Calzone keeps his eyes focused on the ring.
Zach Davis: Wow! This will be a hell of a matchup!
Our referee calls for the bell as Calzone and Denise take to their corners. It seems that Jorge Diaz and Donald Deruty have decided to begin the match for their respective teams. Jorge moves in quickly after Deruty, however, the veteran catches him with a baseball slide dropkick to his ankles, causing him to fall forward. Deruty quickly rolls to his feet and raises his arms to her sides, taunting Diaz to get back up. He does, and looks rather annoyed with the mockery. He moves back in, more cautiously this time, and makes his move, catching Deruty with a backhand chop. He follows up with a spinning heel kick out of virtually nowhere which sends D-Day to the mat.
D-Day gets back to his feet and the two meet again, this time in a tie up. Each of them looking for control. Diaz is able to take the advantage and he sends Deruty over with a simple, but effective fireman's carry takedown. Deruty again rolls back to his feet, and he explodes at Jorge with a clothesline. It catches him unexpectedly and sends him now crashing to the mat. Deruty follows up with a series of vicious stomps to his back and head. He backs up a few steps and rushes at him for a fierce kick to the face, but he sees it coming and is able to get out of the way. Diaz capitalizes on this as he quickly gets to his feet now behind Deruty and applies a full nelson, trying to wear him down.
Deruty fights to break free of the hold, but he is unable to. On the apron, Denise looks very concerned as Deruty continues to struggle. He manages to kick her feet up and uses the ropes as a spring, which forces Jorge off balance and he falls backwards, still having the hold locked in. Deruty uses this momentum to roll over, forcing his weight down on his shoulders being as he was still locked into the full nelson and creates a pinning predicament.The ref gets himself into position and counts.
THRE-- NO!...Jorge releases the full nelson in order to free himself from the pin.
Zach Davis: Very unique counter there by D-Day. Looking to end this one early.
Erin Robbins: There's no question that he has talent. But let's not count out Jorge either. Diaz with the presence of mind to release his hold and avoid an early pinfall.
Diaz rolls off to the side and begins getting himself back to a vertical base. Deruty is slightly slower in doing so, as he'd just contorted his body in an awkward manner to create that opportunity. Jorge wastes no time and keeps on the offensive with Deruty, pulling him into a side headlock. He follows up with a takedown, forcing Deruty back to the mat. He rises back to his feet only to drop a knee down at D-Day. Deruty holds his forehead slightly as he makes it back to his feet. Jorge continues to keep the pressure on as he sends him into the ropes with an irish whip. On the return, he attempts a hip toss, though Deruty hops away from it and instead pull's him down with a DDT. Denise looks relieved at this point. She is eager for a tag as both Deruty and Jorge have been taking it to each other for a bit, and after making it back to his feet, Deruty obliges.
D'evil enters the ring like a house on fire as she starts putting the boots to Diaz. She hauls him to his feet and only continues the assault. She sends kicks and punches in an almost crazed flurry. She backs him into the corner with her barrage of kicks and once he is there she struggles a bit, but manages to hoist him up to the top of the turnbuckle. She follows, and signals for a superplex. However, it is not meant to be as Jorge shoves her off. Denise is like a rabid animal as she immediately gets back to her feet and rushes back after him, only to be met with a diving double axe handle for her trouble. It is now that Jorge notices his own partner's eagerness to take action in this match and he tags in Diablo Calzone.
Zach Davis: Denise D'evil and Diablo Calzone now here for action and the high pace continues.
Calzone enters the ring and prepares to square off against Denise. He moves in, but is caught off guard by a drop toe hold courtesy of Ms. D'evil. Deruty is watching intently on the apron. . Denise follows up on Calzone with a arm wringer twist that sees his arm torqued and slammed into the mat. D'evil is off the ropes and comes back with a sliding dropkick that nails Diablo right in the face. Denise quickly attempts for a cover.
THREE--NO! Calzone shoots a shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: Near fall there!
Calzone is quick to his feet after the near fall, and D'evil joins him as she rushes at him for a clothesline. However, Diablo ducks under it and instead pulls D'evil into a backslide. Referee is there once again for the count.
THRE--and Denise is able to get free!
Zach Davis: And one there for Calzone! Wow this action is fast!
Denise now back to her feet, as is Calzone. He is there to catch her with a body slam. He follows up with a soccer ball kick. Deruty again winces on the outside as his partner is on the receiving end now. Calzone hauls D'evil back to her feet and takes her up and over with a suplex. He follows up with a pose to the crowd for the hell of it. Calzone returns his focus on Denise after the pose, and he picks her up to her feet again, but she catches him unexpectedly with a jawbreaker, stunning him. She follows up with a dropkick that sends the staggering Diablo down to the mat.
Calzone starts making it back to his feet, shaking the cobwebs off, and Denise launches herself into the ropes. She runs at Calzone who in turn also runs at her, the two have the same idea as the collide! Clotheslining each other and now both competitors are down. The crowd is really getting into this. Jorge outstreches his hand, calling to Diablo to make it over for the tag. On the opposite corner, Deruty has his hand out and is yelling out to Denise for a tag. Calzone and D'evil each start slowly crawling towards their corners. Still a bit dazed after the high paced action. Deruty is practically jumping up and down, begging for a tag and Denise tries to make it to him. Calzone makes it to his corner first.
Jorge wastes no time getting into the ring, and he rushes at Denise, dropping an elbow down onto her back, stopping her from making it to Deruty. He glares at D-Day for a brief moment before pulling D'evil by her ankles back to the center of the ring, and away from any possible hope of making that tag. Deruty does not look happy.
Zach Davis: It's obvious they seem to believe D'evil is the weak link, they're isolating her already.
Erin Robbins: I believe they are seriously underestimating Denise, but they have the momentum in their favor and are using smart tag team wrestling to keep it that way
Jorge hoists Denise to her feet now and sends her into the turnbuckle. He follows after her with a devastating splash that causes her to stumble out of the corner. There is no time for reprieve as he follows this up with a half nelson legsweep. Denise is down and out of it, and Jorge drags her to his own corner. He tags Calzone back into the match. Diablo jumps over the rope from the apron and nails an elbow drop to Denise's sternum. He pulls her away from the ropes and goes for the cover.
D'evil shoots a shoulder off the mat.
Calzone brings Denise back to her feet and attempts another suplex, however this time it is countered as D'evil is able to slide out of the drop and instead pulls Calzone down into a neckbreaker. With Diablo down, Denise starts again making her way toward Deruty. Calzone was caught off guard and is dazed a bit, but manages to collect himself and heads after D'evil, though she manages this time, to make the tag!
Zach Davis: Donald Deruty back into the match!
Erin Robbins: Denise knew she needed time to regain herself. As hard as Jorge and Diablo tried to cut her off, she seized an opportunity to tag out to a fresh D-Day.
The two lock up for a collar and elbow. Deruty transitions into a waist lock immediately, setting himself behind Calzone and he pulls him up for a german suplex. Though he blocks it, and instead pulls him down into a forward rolling cradle. Ref there for the count.
Deruty shoots his shoulders off the mat at a two count.
Calzone and D-Day both quickly to their feet and they meet again. This time, Deruty is able to get the jump on Diablo as he takes him over with a T-bone suplex. Diablo hits the mat and Deruty remains on him like a cat. He stomps away at his head relentlessly. Deruty now pulls Calzone to his feet and wastes no time as he drops him again, now with a backbreaker. Diablo is down on the mat again and Deruty takes a few steps back, running foward with a snap kick to the face, that does connect. The crack from the kick echoes throughout the arena and Deruty drops down quickly for the cover.
And Calzone kicks out after just two.
Zach Davis: Near falls for both competitors. Back and forth, back and forth! I can barely keep up!
Deruty makes it back to hIS feet and pulls Calzone up with hIM, though this time, he is quick to react and jumps up, catches Deruty with a jumping brainbuster. The momentum now shifting in his favor. He is still a bit stunned from the kick and takes a moment to shake off the effects. Deruty was taken by surprise and pulls himself to his feet now. Diablo doesn't want to waste his chance so he runs at him and nails a big boot that sends D-Day crashing back to the mat hard. Diablo now tags out to Jorge.
Deruty is dazed getting to his feet and he turns around, only to be met by Diaz who opts to end this and he pulls him in for the Cha Cha swing! He goes down hard and Jorge is there to cover. Ref slides into position, checks the shoulders and begins counting.
NO! Deruty is able to kick out before the referee's hand slaps the mat a third time.
Zach Davis: Diaz very surprised that he couldn't put him away there. Quite frankly, so am I!
Erin Robbins: D-Day is still in this thing! I don't even believe it!
Diaz looks at our referee with a tilt of his head, looking almost as if in disbelief. Figuring the match should have been over right then and there. Diaz moves along, accepting that it was not a three count. He hauls Deruty back to his feet and decides to add the exclamtion point. He grabs hold of him to set up for THE TANGO DROP! However, he pushes out of the Irish whip attempt and instead grabs his arm and pulls him into a pull back clothesline. Jorge goes down, but so does Deruty as he was still pretty out of it.
Jorge starts back to his feet, and Deruty begins to pull himself up. The crowd is going ballistic as the match gets even more intense. Diaz makes it to his feet first as Deruty is still using the ropes to pull himself up. he rushes the veteran, but he pulls the top rope down and Jorge's own momentum carries him over and he crashes to the floor outside. Deruty takes his time rolling out of the ring after him so he can recollect himself.
Jorge uses the apron to pull himself up, and is met by some vicious kicks to the midsection courtesy of Deruty. He responds with an uppercut that staggers him back. Now taking control again, he grabs hold of him for a suplex...on the outside! However, Deruty shoves him off and he is sent barreling into the ring post head first! There is a sickening crack as he connects. Diablo Calzone comes to his partner's aid as he runs along the apron and dives off at Deruty. He connects enough with his dive to take Deruty down, however, the running momentum causes him to overshoot a little bit and he crashes himself into the barricade.
Denise enters the ring, having seen enough. Jorge and D-Day begin to stir on the outside. Deruty is up first and he rolls Diaz inside, following after him. Once both competitors are inside, Denise returns to the apron. Calzone is still down and out of it on the outside, having crashed himself into the barricade.
Jorge makes it back to his feet, wiping his brow a bit. He doesn't get much time though as he is met with a dropkick to the back that sends him sternum first into the turnbuckle. Deruty stays on him, catching him for a german suplex that this time connects. With Jorge down, Deruty uses the opportunity to tag Denise back into the match. D'evil hops up onto the turnbuckle as she is tagged in, and leaps off with a diving leg drop that connects perfectly. She wastes no time and stays on him for the pinfall.
Jorge manages to get a shoulder up before three.
Zach Davis: Haha! Denise D'evil is on fire right now!
Erin Robbins: You have certainly jumped on the bandwagon pretty damn quickly!
Zach Davis: I'm just pointing things out!
Denise rolls back to her feet and Jorge makes it to his. He rotates his right shoulder a bit to shake off the effects of that legdrop. Denise is back after him as she rushes Diaz. However he acts quickly and sends her over with a back body drop. Calzone is still down and starting to stir. Denise is down and Jorge seizes the opportunity to capitalize as he reaches down to bring her to her feet. She pulls him into a small package. Though he quickly forces out of it before a count can begin.
Denise makes her way back to her feet, as does Diaz. He catches her with a running knee lift that floors her. But he is unable to capitalize as he's been in the ring for quite some time and doesn't have Diablo Calzone to tag out to. D'evil slowly pulls hersself up and Jorge charges her once again, but he is caught off guard with a shining wizard as Denise rushes him at the last moment. The Death Bringer heads for the ropes to pick up some momentum, but instead is clubbed across the back out of nowhere by Diablo Calzone! D'evil falls to the mat. D-Day runs along the ring apron and now it is his turn as he dives himself into Calzone. Diablo is sent CRASHING into the ring steps and is down and out. Deruty staggers, crawling back to the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Calzone is down, D-Day is reeling. D'evil and Diaz in the ring! It's havoc!
Erin Robbins: Diaz looking to capitalize on Calzone's blindside!
D'evil pulls herself to her feet using the ropes. Deruty blind tags her. As she stumbles up, she is met by Diaz, he sent a few hard rights into her jaw that keep her reeling against the ropes. He follows up by taking her for a HARD irish whip towards the turnbuckle....but she hops up in one swift jump, LANDING on the top on the turnbuckle! Before Jorge even knows what is going on she leaps off from the top and tries to catch him with THE GUILLOTINE!!! However, Jorge shoves her away mid-air and she lands on the canvas HARD. He moves in for the kill as Deruty enters the ring behind him. Deruty spins him around, but Jorge with a shove off and Deruty into the ropes. On the return, Jorge with THE TANGO DROP!
Zach Davis: Counter by Diaz! Deruty is down!!! He's the legal man!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, the team of DIABLO CALZONE AND JORGE DIAZ!!
Erin Robbins: And Deruty continues to be a disappointment. His year long stint as the masked man fizzles out as he continues to lose week after week. Honestly, Sarah shoud just get rid of him.
Zach Davis: Are you serious? I really thought Deruty had it, I'm shocked! But what a battle the four of them just experienced! This night can only get better.
“Hollywood Babylon” plays over the PA system, and the fans begin to boo. Scott Savage struts out onto the stage with a briefcase in his hand, followed by Waylon, Gable and Atreyu. They step down the ramp, amidst and angry crowd. Scott quickly climbs the stairs, and holds the ropes open for his clients. The music dies, as Scott grabs a microphone.
Scott Savage: If you would all kindly grant me some quiet, I have a rather huge announcement to make.
The fans refuse his request, growing even louder.
Scott Savage: It is obvious you worthless humanoids are devoid of any ability to engage in polite interaction, so I will make my point. I have been asked several times over the past week whether or not the Savage Political Action Committee will be seeking a rematch for the WCF tag team championships. I will save the pajama people a lot of speculation time, and answer this question with a firm no. A hearty congratulations to the Thickness however. A well deserved win. My clients have chosen to turn their focus toward singles gold. We figured a... divide and conquer approach might be more effective for our goals.
Scott smirks, as the fans voice their displeasure.
Scott Savage: Each of the men behind me deserve to shine on their own. Each of these men is far too big of a star to share a spotlight. With our renewed focus, it won;t be long until all three of my clients are holding singles belts.
Scott drops the microphone to his side, as the fans let loose with a very loud “Shut the fuck up” chant.
Scott Savage: Every time I come out here, I grow more and more convinced that you pathetic amoebas wouldn't be able to exhibit any sort of manners, even if I were to pay you. You disgust me! It is an embarrassment that we have to come out every week and perform in front of you ungrateful parasites. You paid money to see us, because you know you can never be us. When you shout, your jealousy shines through as bright as day. You petty hatred fuels us, because we know it is the cry of a feeble group of morons, so insecure in themselves that they refuse to bow down and acknowledge their new gods, even as they stand directly before them!
Gable steps forward, resting a hand on his managers shoulder. Scott takes a deep breath, as the fans continue chanting.
Scott Savage: My announcement tonight is regarding the tag team titles. In this briefcase is 500,000 dollars. It is up for grabs to any tag team that can take those tag titles off of The Thickness. That's right, if any of the teams in the back can win the tag team titles, a 500,000 dollar prize comes along with it, no strings attached. Now, that right there is a fantastic announcement, but it's not enough. I want to make this little challenge a tad more exciting. If Bobby Cairo and Odin can hold those titles for six months without losing them, the half a million dollars will be theirs!
The fans quiet themselves, their interest having been piqued.
Scott Savage: There's no trick, no strings, no fine print. In six months or less, I will be rid of this briefcase, and it's contents will belong to a WCF tag team. We will see if it goes to the Thickness... or someone else. The one thing I can guarantee is that it will not go to the Savage Political Action Committee. Good luck to Cairo and Odin. Let's hope that this challenge makes your title reign a far more interesting one than it would have been otherwise.
Scott drops the mic, as “Hollywood Babylon” plays again.
Zach Davis: Very interesting proposition by Scott Savage. I wonder how this will play out in the coming months. You have to assume this will heat up the competition in the tag division a bit.
Zach Davis: …….
Erin Robbins: ………
“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: Introducing first… from Nova Scotia, Canada… he is Cormack MacNeill!
Cormack steps outside of the cage and takes a look at it before 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 his opponent.
Zach Davis: I’ve got to say, Cormack looks to be quite fired up here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Maybe he likes cage matches? Who knows? Either way this guy intrigues the hell out of me.
Zach Davis: Really? Not so long ago you were completely against this guy!
Erin Robbins: That’s true, but nonetheless I have to admit, this guy knows how to wrestle.
The lights go out as a siren sounds as images of war comes up on the screen, gunfire and explosions are heard alongside the sirens aswell. As the guitar hits in for Indestructible by Disturbed hits in Drake marches out onto the stage carrying an American flag on a pole over his shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Introducing, from Pittsburgh Pennsylvania… Weighing in at 310 pounds…. This is Gunner Sergeant Drake Sandstorm.
Marching down to the ring he looks around at the fans raising his hand in recognition of the cheers for him. Upon reaching the ring he places the American flag in the corner next to the ring steps, taking a long hard look at the steel cage. The arena lights return to their normal state as Drake continues to check out his soon to be containment.
Erin Robbins: See now I can’t help but feel like this guy just tries way too hard. It’s almost in your face.
Zach Davis: Tries to hard? The guys patriotic, there’s nothing wrong with that.
Erin Robbins: Yeah being patriotic is fine, but when you shove it down my throat I’m not going to like it.
Zach Davis: That’s not what I’ve heard…
Erin Robbins: What?!
Zach Davis: Haha, nothing.
After a few minutes Drake Sandstorm finally begins to climb into the ring, stepping onto the ring apron and waiting for the officials to step into position. Suddenly Cormack charges at him, grabbing the steel door and slamming it right against Drakes face. Drake stumbles as Cormack grabs him around his head and throws him into the ring. Closing the door behind him.
Zach Davis: Looks like Cormack MacNeill isn’t waiting around here. This thing is officially underway!
Erin Robbins: See this is why I like this guy, just when you think he’s getting boring he surprises you like this. I’m glad he did that, Drake was boring me too.
Drake Sandstorm begins to rub his head as he looks up at Cormack who approaches him and boots him hard into his chest. He then picks the fallen opponent up off the floor and throws him into the steel cage, hitting him with a backdrop. Cormack instantly goes for the cover.
No! Drake Sandstorm kicks out! Cormack doesn’t look at all phased by this however and once again picks his opponent up off the floor and throws him into the turnbuckle, running at him and connecting his knee with Drakes gut. Cormack begins to unleash lefts and rights as the crowd counts along to the punches.
Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill is definitely the aggressor here. I didn’t expect him to be quite so dominant in this match.
Erin Robbins: I know right?! This one is interesting for sure…
Suddenly out of no where Drake Sandstorm blocks one of the right hands and hits Cormack with a strong right hand of his own. Cormack stumbles back a bit…
Zach Davis: Spear!!! This one is over…
Drake charges right into Cormack and hits him with a hard spear! Cormack crashes to the floor as Drake Sandstorm goes for the cover.
Erin Robbins: What?! Did he just kick out at 1?! No way!
Zach Davis: It would appear that he did just that. Drake Sandstorm is going to have to try way harder than that to put this guy down and out.
Drake looks down at Cormack completely shocked that he just kicked out as the crowd begin to cheer for Cormack MacNeill. Drake looks quite annoyed at this and picks Cormack up off the mat, attempting to hit The Final Bombardment, but Cormack reverses the move kicking Drake into his gut and throwing him INTO THE CAGE WALL!
Drake bounces off, rattled, Cormack shoves him bac against the other side of the cage and again Drake is BLASTED into the steel container. Cormack takes hold of his arm and again LAUNCHES him into the steel fencing. Drake stumbles back and Cormack once more SHOVES him backward. Drakes head hits the steel and he stumbles forward.
Zach Davis: It looks like he’s going for…
Cormack charges at Drake and…
Erin Robbins: The Glasgow Express!!! This one is over!
Cormack goes for the cover…
Zach Davis: This one is over! Cormack MacNeill continues to impress as he defeats Drake Sandstorm here tonight!
Erin Robbins: I knew he would, I really should start placing bets on these things…
The lights in the arena go dim as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo-Tron. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as Night Rider steps through the curtains and begins walking down the ramp towards the ring. He is dressed in a pair of black jeans and a Black T-Shirt with red lettering that says 'Fuck with the best, Get buried with the rest'. He grabs a microphone from ringside and steps through the ropes into the ring and begins speaking.
Night Rider: Well, Well, Well. It looks like you all have a pretty interesting show going on here at the Pepsi Center. Of course, It was better when it was McNichols Arena. Just like the fake Mile High Stadium over there. The place just doesn't rock like the original one did.
Night Rider grabs the blunt from above his ear and fires it up.
Night Rider: Hey, This shits legal here. Now as I was saying. A real fine show here. Only there was one thing missing, ME! Now it's even better. Did you all think I was going to be gone forever? Next week on Slam The Original Angel of Death will be back in action, And I'm still doing it AoDStyle! I've been keeping my eyes on what's going on here. Twilight has definitely made things interesting.
As soon as he mentions Twilights name the crowd begins booing even louder. He chuckles and takes a long drag off of the blunt.
Night Rider: Hey, That's enough of that. Sarah has been doing the best job she can do around here. It's not her fault that she is about as incompetent as the Denver Broncos running game. Seriously though, I didn't come here to talk about her. I just wanted all of you to know that the day of reckoning is coming. I am coming back with a Vengeance and I will not be stopped. Hell is coming to town and anyone who gets in my way will be burned like the Broncos secondary. Now allow me to bring out someone very special to me and your reigning Peoples Champion, Denise D'Evil.
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 whinnying horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and drapes it over the ropes. She walks up to Night Rider and kisses him gently on the lips.
Night Rider: A lot of people don't give this woman enough credit for the things she has done here. She continuously takes on the toughest competition around and works her ass off, And what a fine ass it is too. Don't let her beauty fool you, This woman is as deadly as a Black Widow if you piss her off. There is no other person that I would want standing by my side in ANY battle. Denise, I asked you to come out here because I want you to know that no matter what the original Angel of Death has your back. We have been through hell and back together and nothing is going to keep us from achieving the greatness we deserve.
Denise D'Evil: That's right, We have been through some pretty rough spots together and I never doubted that you would be there for me. Unlike some of the partners we have had who went their separate ways. We will continue to stand tall and wipe out anyone who dares to get in our way.
Night Rider: The beginning of the end has already begun and none of you fools out there even realize it. In time you will all know what we have in store for you. Only by then it will be too late, Your fates are already sealed. See you in the ring bitches.
We cut to the backstage area once again where we see WCF Owner Sarah Twilight standing beside the bingo cylinder. She begins turning the tumbler, mixing the bingo balls around. As she does this, Scott Savage walks into frame, heading back toward the S-PAC locker room. Sarah stops him.
Sarah Twilight: Scott, why don't you draw the next match?
She smirks. Scott grins and nods, obliging. He reaches his hand into the first chamber and removes one of the balls. He looks at it before showing it to Sarah. She shrugs with a slight nod. Scott turns toward the camera and displays the ball. It reads "Eight Person Tag Match."
Scott Savage: Doesn't interest me.
Sarah Twilight: That makes two of us. Anyhow, we need to get eight pieces of crap out to that ring. So?
Scott sighs a bit and pulls four bingo balls from the cchamber. He looks at the names. One by one he tosses them aside.
Scott Savage: Waste of time, don't care ... waste of time ...
He looks at the final ball he'd chosen and a grin forms upon his face.
Scott Savage: Perhaps all is not lost.
His grin widens as he tosses the ball to Sarah and walks out of frame. Sarah looks at it and smirks. She now removes an additional four names from the chamber, looking at eah of them. It doesn't take long before she begins cackling maliciously.
Zach Davis: For whatever reason, I don't like that laughter. If Sarah Twilight is showing ANY signs of being happy ... it sure as hell can't be good for anyone else.
Erin Robbins: Well whatever names she pulled from that chamber seemed to make her day ... and Scott Savage seemed pleased with his final selection. We know we are about to have an eight person tag ... with whom? We're about to find out!!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and will be an EIGHT PERSON TAG TEAM MATCH!!!
No music plays. Just a spotlight on the stage as someone emerges from the curtain. Kyle Steel scratches his head a bit and announces what he's been given.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring .... CHRIS SYDAL!!!
The crowd looks on, not knowing who the guy is and he walks to the ring sliding inside.
Erin Robbins: Well there's a flop.
Zach Davis: We just ... don't have very much information on this guy. But, he was chosen at random so, hey ... good luck on a Slam debut!
Erin Robbins: No one even cares that he's out here. I think he needs a lot more than luck.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partners ... first ....
“Wake the Dead" By Alice Cooper blasts over the P.A. System.
Erin Robbins: Oh here we go!
Kyle Steel: From Cleveland, Ohio ... weighing in at two hundred twenty one pounds ... JOHN GABLE!!!
John Gable enters through the curtain feeling over the stitches on his cheek. 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. He slowly descends down the ramp, rolls into the ring takes a seat on top of a turnbuckle.
Kyle Steel: Next ...
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: Odd pairings, but definitely a duo that makes an extremely tough team.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, despite having Mr. Nobody on the team.
Kyle Steel: And finally ...
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring ... from Chesapeake, Virginia ... weighing two hundred fifty pounds ... he is the WCF Hardcore Champion .... "Mr. WCF" LOGAN!!!
Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Erin Robbins: What a team! Wow! The United States Champion, The Hardcore Champion, former Tag Team Champion and ... well a guy no one cares about. Even still, three out of four!
Zach Davis: I have to agree here. You'll be hard pressed to find a better team than the one just assembled. But four more names wer chosen and we're about to find out what kind of opposition they'll have!
Kyle Steel: And their opponents ...
A soft smoke effect rises upon the stage, whilst the lights turn into a soft blue hue. As they do so, the opening strains of "Colors" can be heard, as a figure reading a red hood over the top of a black and red robe comes out onto the stage.
Kyle Steel: From Eugene, Oregon ... weighing in at two hundred ten pounds ... he is "The Final Frontier" JASON WESLOW!!!
The crowd is hushed, not knowing what to expect from this figure, who slowly makes his way through the smoke, extending his arms when the first lyrics are heard. Bowing his head, the figure slightly allows a laugh to rise into the air, before lifting his head and slowly making his way down the ramp, surveying the crowd. As he reaches the top of the ramp, he pulls down the hood, revealing himself to the audience as Jason Weslow. Upon doing do, he then takes off his robe, handing it to one of the ringside attendants and making his way up the steps; onto the apron, where he once again surveys the crowd, hearing their mixed reaction to his entrance. Inside of the ring, he simply heads to his corner and waits for the match to begin.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, good luck rookie.
Zach Davis: I fr one am excited to see this debut. Jason Weslow seems to be a hungry young star and what I've heard about him, we're in for a treat.
Erin Robbins: In any other match, sure. Not this one, not during a debut.
Kyle Steel: And his partners ...
Mack appears at the top of the ramp as "Ophelia" By Moist starts up. She smiles and waves at the crowd as she struts down the ramp, stopping to slap the hands of the fans. She gets up to the steps, walks along the ramp, entering between the second and third ropes. She offers another wave as she climbs the turn buckle and raises her hand to the cheers of the crowd.
Kyle Steel: From Sacremento, California ... weighing in at one hundred thirty pounds ... MAKAYLA COOPER!!!
Erin Robbins: Ha! This just gets better and better. TWO rookies. They have no chance!
Zach Davis: Anything is possible, Erin
Kyle Steel: Next ...
As the lights soften up and a pink hue fills the arena the beginning chords of "Return to Innocence" by Enigma begin to sooth the crowd. From both sides of the stage several doves lift off into flight. Just then, Tasha emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd welcomes her with a warm reception as she blows them some kisses from top of the stage.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, from Brisbane, Australia and weighing one hundred forty pounds 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.
Erin Robbins: Oh this is hilarious! Three rookies! Three nobodies think they have a chance against a team with Logan, John Gable and Ryan Rhodes?
Zach Davis: Will it be difficult? Yes. Is it impossible? Not at all.
Kyle Steel: And finally ...
"Everybody's Fool" by Evanescence hits the arena. The crowd rises to their feet.
Kyle Steel: From Pacific Palisades, California ... weighing two hundred and fifty pounds ... he is ERIC PRICE!!!
Gold lights start flashing as the music starts and as soon as Eric Price walks out, a gold spotlight shineS on him as he makes his way to the ring with an energetic walk, a smile on his face as he walks down the entrance ramp and slaps hands with the audience. He steps in the ring using the steps and walks into the ring as he stands in the center of it looking around at the audience as he raises his hands and smirks at the audience.
Erin Robbins: Hahaha! Eric Price and a bunch of rookies. This couldn't have turned out any better!
Zach Davis: It might appear that way, but if we look at what we have here, Eric Price is a former World Champion, Tasha Lavondyss has shown that she is definitely a rising star around here and again, from what I have heard about Makayla Cooper and Jason Weslow, I expect to see big things out of them as well.
Erin Robbins: One former World Champ and a bunch of nobodies. Big whoop.
Referee Emily Westbrook calls for the bell as the majority of talent takes to the apron. Jason Weslow and John Gable start the match for their teams. The two men lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Weslow is quick to the draw as he shoots into a side headlock and takes Gable over and to the mat from this position. Gable slaps the mat angrily as he gets back to his feet.
Zach Davis: The technical prowess of Jason Weslow showing through early as he gets the better of Gable early on.
Erin Robbins: He's been in the ring ten seconds. That is hardly "technical prowess."
Again the two lock up, and this time Gable shoots to the side headlock and throws Weslow over and to the mat. Weslow rolls up and nods as Gable glares at him.
Erin Robbins: And the rookie was shown up. Better execution by the veteran John Gable.
Zach Davis: A little back and forth here. But I hardly see anyone being shown up.
Weslow back to his feet and he moves to tie up with Gable again. This time Gable shoots a knee into his abdomen, doubling Weslow over. Gable grapples the newcomer and floors him with a double underhook swinging neckbreaker. Weslow down and Gable wasting no time as he covers for the pinfall. Westbrook slides into position.
Weslow shoots a shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Near fall by John Gable. Looking to put the youngster away early.
Erin Robbins: It shouldn't take much, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: Oh give it a rest!
Gable back to his feet and he pulls Weslow up with him. He hooks Weslow up for a suplex, but Jason blocks the attempt and instead he grabs hold of Gable's arm and drops down for a jumping armbreaker. Gable holds his elbow and tricep as he rolls on the mat in some pain. Weslow is quick with the follow up as he grabs Gable's aggravated limb and locks in a short arm scissors. Gable howls out in pain.
Zach Davis: And Jason Weslow turns it around! Gable in a bit of trouble here.
Erin Robbins: Luck, that's the only explanation for it. Don't worry, John Gable will take control back any moment now.
Westbrook checks for the submission. Gable refuses. Weslow cinches the hold tighter and Gable continues to fight it. As Jason readjusts to get a stronger grip, Gable uses the opportunity to escape. He rolls away from the hold and starts back to his feet.
Erin Robbins: Here it comes.
Zach Davis: John Gable with the presence of mind to use that one split second to free himself. He needs to turn the tide.
Erin Robbins: Oh, he will.
Jason with a side roll and back to his feet as Gable also back to a vertical base. The two meet again and Gable with a haymaker that is ducked by Weslow. Jason with a well placed kicked to the gut and he hauls Gable up and DRIVES him down with a tigerbomb. Jason stays with him for the pinfall. Westbrook in position, checking the shoulders.
Gable forces his shoulders off of the canvas.
Zach Davis: And now Jason Weslow with a near fall! That was a close call there. Gable almost didn't get the shoulder up in time.
Erin Robbins: That was a pretty quick count if you ask me. Gable still beat it though.
Weslow rolls back out of the pinning attempt and makes it to his feet. He hauls Gable back up and sends him into the ropes for an Irish whip. On the return Weslow with a leapfrog and Gable rebounds into the opposite ropes. He comes back and both men with the same idea. CLOTHESLINE! Jason and Gable both go down. Both corners are fired up, begging for tags.
Zach Davis: Both of them took the hit. Now would be a great time to get someone fresh into the match. Each man looking for his own corner.
Erin Robbins: Come on Gable! You're so close!
Gable and Weslow crawl along the mat, inching toward their corners. Gable who was a bit closer manages to get the tag first and Ryan Rhodes comes into the match. He grabs hold of Weslow's ankle and drags him back toward the center of the ring. Jason using one leg to hop on and he turns, firing off an enziguri at the US Champ, but Rhodes ducks it and uses Weslow's own momentum to spin him completely around. He grabs Jason around the waist and delivers a perfect belly to back suplex that has Weslow reeling.
Erin Robbins: See? Rookie didn't make it to his corner and now that small start of luck has been nulled out by the superior team.
Zach Davis: Well, they are more experienced, that much is true. One thing for certain, Weslow needs to make a tag as soon as possible!
Rhodes makes his way up the turnbuckle and sits perched for a moment on the top. He LEAPS off with a hard elbow drop right into Weslow's sternum and stays with him for the cover. Westbrook slides in to make the count.
Weslow shoots a shoulder up just before three.
Zach Davis: Weslow escaping another close one there. He needs to tag out.
Erin Robbins: I don't think he does. I am quite enjoying watching him be decimated. Imagine how the rest of his team will feel if they don't even get the chance to compete because he loses it for them? That would be great!
Rhodes hauls Weslow up to his feet as he decides what to do with him next when all of the sudden Jason pulls Rhodes down with a jawbreaker, staggering the US Champ back. Rhodes stumbles around trying to shake off the cobwebs and this gives Weslow enough time to reach his corner. He leaps forward and tags in Tasha Lavondyss.
Zach Davis: And finally he makes the tag!
Erin Robbins: Well damn. There goes a great idea down the drain.
Tasha pulls herself up to the top of the turnbuckle in a half a second hop and LAUNCHES off with a missile dropkick that catches Rhodes square in the chest, sending him down to the canvas. She keeps her momentum and doesn't slow down as she bounces off the ropes and rushes in, stopping short as she lfts up and drops down for a short stopped standing moonsault that connects full force on Rhodes. She pops back up and keeps going, never once slowing down.
Zach Davis: And the tide has shifted! The high flying, fast paced tempo of Tasha Lavondyss has taken control. Ryan Rhodes doesn't know what hit him!
Erin Robbins: High risk? High chance of mistake. It'll happen soon enough.
Rhodes staggers back to his feet and turns around just in time to see Tasha lunging at him as she comes off the ropes again. This time she hops up and takes him over with a hurricarrana. As he drops down, she hooks up both of his legs and stays on it for the pinfall. Westbrook slides into position.
Rhodes kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close call there! What a story that would be to have Tasha Lavondyss pin the United States Champion!
Erin Robbins: Quit dreaming. That little dingoed dimwit is just trying to show up to the crowd. She'll burn her energy fast enough.
Rhodes again slowly back to his feet and Tasha off the ropes again. Rhodes with a duck down and Tasha with a back roll. As Rhodes turns back around, she NAILS him in the side of the head with a jumping calf kick. Rhodes stumbles backward and falls against the turnbuckle in a seated position.
Zach Davis: She's coming at him from all angles. Rhodes can't get a lock on her.
Erin Robbins: She's an idiot taking too many risks!
Tasha with a head of steam and she RUSHES him in the corner for a senton splash INTO the corner! But Rhodes moves out of the way and she CRASHES into the turnbuckle back first and drops down to the canvas.
Erin Robbins: And there you have it. Lil' speedy has been stopped.
Zach Davis: Rhodes got outta there. That could have been him sandwiched against the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: But it wasn't.
Tasha is now the one staggering to her feet. She stumbles forward a few steps holding her back and walks right into Rhodes' waiting arms as he picks her up and takes a few steps forward ... DRILLING her into the canvas with a running powerslam. He hooks the leg. Westbrook slides in.
NO! Tasha kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close call there! Tasha looks to be pretty out of it.
Erin Robbins: Well duh, she was basically broken in half just there.
Rhodes gets to one knee, reaching down and taking hold of Tasha's hair, pulling her up with him. He lifts her for a pump handle slam, but she wiggles free and slides down behind him, sending a dropkick to his back that sends him stumbling forward into his own corner. Logan tags himself in.
Zach Davis: Logan just tagged into the match. I don't think Tasha saw it!
Erin Robbins: That's her problem isn't it?
Tasha measures Rhodes and rushes at him for a Shining wizard. But halfway into heer charge she is FLIPPED 180 degrees as Logan BLASTS her with a clothesline out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: She's not moving! Logan just damn near took her head off! Did you SEE that?!
Erin Robbins: I saw it ... loved every second of it!
Logan rolls her over for the pinfall and Westbrook checks the shoulders. Tasha looks to be completely out of it.
NO! Eric Price dives in for the save!
Zach Davis: I thought it was over right there. But Eric Price with the save ... wow that was close!
Erin Robbins: Eric needs to stay in his corner dammit!
Gable, Rhodes and Sydal enteer the ring. But Cooper, and Weslow jump into the ring as well. An all out brawl ensues. But as Emily Westbrook struggles to maintain order, Eric is able to pull Tasha closer to her own corner. Finally Rhodes, Weslow and Cooper back off. Gable and Sydal continue arguing. Once Eric is sure Westbrook is paying attention again, he reaches out and tags Tasha's hand.
Zach Davis: Eric the legal man, so is Logan. These two circling each other.
Erin Robbins: Oh I hope Logan kicks his ass!
The two men meet in the center of the ring and immediately start exchanging hard fists between them. Eric gets the upper hand and battles Logan back against the ropes. He sends another few hard shots at him before taking him for an Irish whip across the ring. On the return, Eric hauls him up and SPINEBUSTER! He wastes no time jumping on for the cover, hooking both legs and arching as far as he can for leverage. Westbrook for the count.
NO! Logan kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Yes! Now kick his ass!
Zach Davis: Eric Price looking to end this one already. He and Logan with no shortage of bitterness betweeen them.
Eric to one knee and then back to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing a handful of hair and he begins to haul Logan up but ...
Erin Robbins: HA! HA!
Zach Davis: Oh come on!
LOW BLOW! Logan with a forearm shot between Eric's legs and Eric doubles over, clutching his groin. Logan slowly back up, like a cat, stalking his prey and he latches onto Eric from behind in a sleepr hold ... he jumps up and over...
Erin Robbins: CONNECTOR!! IT'S OVER!
Zach Davis: And he's got all of it!
Logan CRASHES Ericc into the canvas and the force of the impact sends Logan bouncing back up, staggering into the ropes where Chris Sydal tags himself into the match. Logan looks at him, STUNNED and just yells.
Logan: WHAT ARE YOU DOING BOUDLE?!!
Zach Davis: I don't understand this at all.
Erin Robbins: This is gonna be GREAT! Eric Price is going to be PINNED by that guy that no one even knows! This is the best night ever!
Chris Sydal rushes over and covers Eric Price after Logan had done the work to put him down. Westbrook into position for the count.
NO! Eric gets a shoulder up!!!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!!
Zach Davis: Eric kicks out! I don't believe it! He kicks out of the Connector!
Sydal picks Eric up and starts laying some forearm shots at him. Eric is still a bit dazed from the Connector but he fights back and easily gains the advantage on Sydal. Logan and Gable again enter the ring. Rhodes follows suit. This draws Cooper. Weslow and Lavondyss into the ring as well.
Zach Davis: All hell is breaking loose here! Action is spilling everywhere!
Erin Robbins: I've lost count of what is even going on.
Tasha rushes at Gable and jumps up for a hurricarrana, the momentum takes both stars over the top rope and to the outside. Rhodes rushes Weslow with a clothesline and the two of them tumble to the outside. Cooper with a snap kick to Logan that turns him right into Eric Price and ... CA$H FLOW!!!
Zach Davis: Logan, thanks for coming!
Erin Robbins: This isn't right! That was a double team!
Zach Davis: I should point out the no rules clause, as you are so fond of doing.
Sydal with an axe handle down across the back of Eric Price. Eric turns around, annoyed and he picks Sydal up and drops him with a scoop slam. Cooper is back on the apron and "Mack" is BEGGING to be tagged into the match.
Zach Davis: Makayla Cooper wants in this thing. I don't blame her. Let's see what's she's got.
Erin Robbins: This whole thing is making me sick now!
Eric obliges and tags Makayla into the match. She comes into the ring to a HUGE round of cheers and waits as Sydal gets to his feet. Chris looks at her with much disrespect and he shoves her! The crowd growls at him. Coop looks at him with eyes that read "That was a huge mistake" right before she punches him in the mouth! She follows up with another one and another one, UNLOADING on Sydal!
Zach Davis: Chris Sydal getting a taste of why you don't underestimate women!
Erin Robbins: Oh get this loser out of the ring! Get someone else in there, hurry!
Sydal out of desperation with a rake to Makayla's eyes. The crowd boos again at the cheap tactics. He picks her up and drops her with a sidewalk slam and looks proud of himself for it.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! A rake to the eyes? How low can you get?
Erin Robbins: Ahem ... no rules.
Zach Davis: I'm well aware.
Sydal climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off for a diving leg drop. Makayla rolls out of the way and Sydal meets canvas. The crowd is cheering Cooper on. As Sydal staggers back to his feet he is PLANTED face first into the canvas with a running bulldog that gets even more of a pop from the crowd. On the outside, Logan is whipped over by a headscissors takedown courtesy of Tasha Lavondyss, meanwhile Ryan Rhodes is dropped down with a DDT at ringside. John Gable leaves the mix and hops back up on the apron.
Zach Davis: Still action everywhere. This is intense!
Erin Robbins: Tag out to Gable and let him finish this!
Sydal is dazed as he gets back to his feet and takes a swing at Cooper, which she ducks, instead catching him in the face with a stiff side kick.
Zach Davis: Look at this!
Erin Robbins: I don't want to!
Tasha Lavondyss stands on a turnbuckle facing the outside, opposite her is Jason Weslow atop a turnbuckle, also facing the outside. They leap off simultaneously. FALLING SKIES hits Logan! THE BLAK REIGN nailing Rhodes!!!
Crowd: WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE! WE WANT MORE!!
In the ring, Sydal tries to taje Makayla for an Irish whip, she reversed with a pull under, positioning herself behind Sydal and she hops up ...
Zach Davis: BAZINGA!!!
Erin Robbins: NO! NO! NO! I knew this idiot would ruin everything! I knew it!
Makayla for the cover. Westbrook is down. Gable enters the ring, so does Eric Price.
Gable SPEARS Eric down to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, never botheering to break anything up.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners ... the team of ERIC PRICE, TASHA LAVONDYSS, JASON WESLOW and MAKAYLA COOPER!!!
Zach Davis: That was impressive! For a team of "rookies" it sure seemed like the were well coordinated ... as if they'd been a team for years. The three of them worked so well with Price. I am seriously impressed!
Erin Robbins: I am seriously disgusted. What a miscarriage of justice to watch these nobodies have a victory over names like Logan, John Gable and even Ryan Rhodes ... all because of that no named idiot who doesn't deserve to be employed here! UGH!
Zach Davis: I'm sure Erin will calm down eventually. We have plenty more action to come!
Zach Davis: As we roll on here on Slam Roulette, we see Sarah backstage here and looks like she’s ready to pick our next match.
Erin Robbins: Yes, three cylinders here to pick from, one with the opponents, one with the match types, and if there is a title holder involved, then a third one to determine if it will be a championship match.
Zach Davis: And here we go.
Sarah is shown backstage drawing a name and the first name she draws she shows no reaction positive or negative toward it. She then proceeds to draw a second name and when she pulls this name, a smirk forms on her face. She then proceeds to draw out the match type and then she smirks even moreso.
Zach Davis: I wonder what kind of sadistic match this is going to be considering that sick smile on her face.
Erin Robbins: Our boss being happy is always good.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Last Man Standing match and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Houston, TX, standing at 7’ tall, weighing in at 300 lbs., he is The Nordic Tank and one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions … ODIN BALFORE!
“ With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow and methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin stares down his opponent as he waits for his mystery opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent … from St. Paul, MN, standing at 6’ tall, weighing in at 231 lbs., he is self-proclaimed God Given Greatness … BENJAMIN ATREYU!
“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.
Zach Davis: So a Last Man Standing match, Odin Balfore vs Benjamin Atreyu, this being a singles match, obviously the tag titles are not on the line.
Erin Robbins: The tag titles are not on the line? Way to point out the obvious Zach? Are you also going to say that because it’s a singles match, it’s one vs one too?
Both men step out of their respective corners and meet up in the center of the ring as the match starts.
DING! DING! DING!
And immediately Balfore and Atreyu rush forward and lock horns with each other. They fight for position, pushing and pulling each other all over the ring until Atreyu ends up in the corner. Balfore lets go, cocks back his right arm and unloads with a big punch. Atreyu responds with a right of his own. Atreyu now with a chop to the chest, followed up by a second and now he's out of the corner. Atreyu now grabbing Balfore and they trade spots as Atreyu pushes him into the corner. Atreyu now unloading on the chest of Balfore with a few rapid chops.
Erin Robbins: Just listen to the sound of those chops Zach. You can hear the hate every time hand meets chest. That tag team title loss still fresh on the mind of S-PAC member Benjamin Atreyu.
Atreyu pauses long enough to grab Balfore by the arm and try to whip him across the ring to the opposite corner. Balfore counters and whips Atreyu into the ropes. Atreyu comes back and Balfore with the knee to the midsection. Atreyu flips forward, hits the mat and is right back up to his feet. The two again lock up, this time with Balfore applying the hammerlock. He torques the arm a few times before Atreyu begins to fight back, using his free arm to throw a few elbows back. Balfore is forced to release the hold and Atreyu immediately takes him to the mat with an arm drag. Balfore hits the mat, gets right back up to his feet and Atreyu takes him down with a second arm drag. Atreyu does it again for a third time but this time holds on and applies the armbar.
Zach Davis: I have to question the reasoning for the arm bar here Erin. Normally this could be a match ending move, but this match is all about the ten count, not tapping out.
Erin Robbins: Look at it this way Zach, an injured arm is going to make it harder for Balfore to get in any offense. I actually think it's a sound strategy.
Balfore begins to thrash about with his free arm, searching for the ropes. He finally grabs the bottom one only to have the referee tell him that it won't break the hold. Atreyu continues to apply pressure as Balfore tries to break free.
Zach Davis: I'm starting to see your point Erin. If Atreyu keeps adding pressure he could end up breaking that arm. And a broken arm would defiantly hamper Balfore’s arsenal.
Balfore switches up his strategy and begins pulling himself along with Atreyu on the mat toward the edge of the ring. With one final pull, Balfore falls to the arena floor with Atreyu still hanging on tightly to his arm. As Atreyu hits the floor the hold is broken and Balfore immediately clutches his arm in pain.
Erin Robbins: The hold has been broken but the damage may have been done.
Atreyu charges Balfore, but Balfore is ready for him and executes a drop toe hold, sending Atreyu face first into the apron. Atreyu drops to the mat clutching his nose as Balfore pulls himself to his feet. Balfore now stomping away at the midsection of Atreyu as the referee looks on from the apron.
Zach Davis: And of course no rules here in all our matches and this particular match type is especially brutal as a winner can only be determined after one man knocks the other man down for a full 10 count.
Atreyu grabs hold of Balfore' foot during an attempted stomp and is able to trip him up. As Balfore falls to the mat, Atreyu gets up to his feet and grabs Balfore by the legs. He tries to apply a Figure-Four leglock!
Erin Robbins: And again Atreyu is going for a submission maneuver, this time targeting the legs. He's really trying to wear down Odin Balfore.
Atreyu nearly gets the figure four locked in before Balfore fights him off and uses his legs to send Atreyu chest first into the ringside barricade. Balfore back to his feet and he spins Atreyu around before shoving him back into the barricade. Balfore now cocking back his arm and delivering a huge chop across the chest of Atreyu. And Balfore with a second. And a third. A fourth...fifth...sixth...and seventh chop. Atreyu's chest now cherry red as he grimaces in pain. Balfore backs off, screams for the fans to move and then rushes Atreyu, clotheslining him over the barricade and into the ringside seats.
Zach Davis: And Odin Balfore has come alive with a flurry of offense!
Rather than hop the barricade, Balfore turns around and lifts up the ring apron. He searches about and comes back out with a steel chair in his possession. Meanwhile Benjamin Atreyu has shaken off the cobwebs and is standing by the barricade, clutching his beet red chest. He tries to climb back over the barricade, oblivious to the fact that Balfore is standing right in front of him, a chair above his head. Atreyu is halfway over when Balfore unloads, connecting with a shot right across the back.
Erin Robbins: Oh, what a chair shot!
Atreyu is laid out, draped over the barricade. He begins to stir when Balfore lays into him with a second chair shot to the back. Atreyu falls over and onto the arena floor as Balfore looks to the referee.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!
Atreyu is up on his knees by the five count and using the barricade to pull himself up. He's up before the count reaches six and Balfore rewards him by tossing the chair to the side and unloading with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Atreyu stumbles into the barricade and then responds by spinning around and catching Balfore with an elbow to the face from out of nowhere. Balfore grabs his face and Atreyu buys himself a moment by delivering a swift kick straight to the gonads. Balfore drops to his knees and then falls to the side as he holds himself in pain.
Zach Davis: That’s gotta hurt! Right in the gonads!
Atreyu walks off in search of the chair that Balfore tossed away as Balfore begins to crawl toward the ring apron. He lifts it up and gingerly starts to go under the ring. Atreyu finds the chair and picks it up before turning around to find Balfore halfway under the ring. He walks over and drops the chair to the ground before pulling Balfore out from under the ring. Balfore appears with a kendo stick in hand and before Atreyu can react, Balfore connects with a shot to the side of the leg. Atreyu drops Balfore' legs and Balfore sits up, delivering a second kendo stick shot in the process. Red welts are already starting to form on Atreyu's legs as he backs off. Balfore now back up to his feet and he moves toward Atreyu. Atreyu quickly snatches up the chair from the arena and we have ourselves a standoff as both men dare the other to make a move.
Erin Robbins: Chair or kendo stick, which one is going to win here?
Zach Davis: The chair obviously Erin. Really now, is that even a question?
Both men decide to make the first move at the same time and charge each other. Balfore swings his kendo stick at the same time Atreyu swings his chair and they connect. The chair sends the kendo stick flying into the crowd, leaving a lucky fan with a souveneir. Balfore watches as Atreyu raises the chair above his head again and decides to hop the barricade into the crowd. He gets over just in time, barely avoiding a chair shot that the barricade instead takes. A fan loses his seat as Balfore grabs one of the folding chairs from ringside. Atreyu hops the barricade, chair still in hand, and once again we have a standoff, this time each with an equal weapon. Atreyu takes the first swing, which Balfore ducks. Balfore now swinging and Atreyu hops back, narrowly avoiding the chair. Now both men swing at the same and the chairs connect with each other. The resulting collision is enough to make both men drop their chairs as the vibration was too much to bare.
Zach Davis: So far this contest has been brutal. A random match between two bitter enemies here.
Atreyu and Balfore shake it off and immediately lock up once again. Balfore gets the advantage and applies the hammerlock before pushing Atreyu up the stairs of the arena. The referee is forced to roll out of the ring and hop the barricade in pursuit of the two as they make their way through the crowd.
Erin Robbins: Where are these two headed?
Zach Davis: Well there's no rule saying the ten count has to happen in the ring.
A cameraman just happens to be in the hallway as Atreyu is thrown through a set of double doors and to the floor. Balfore follows through the doors with the referee in tow. Balfore pulls Atreyu up to his feet and then shoves him up against the wall. With his left hand wrapped around Atreyu's neck, Balfore unloads with a few rights to the face. Atreyu responds with a rake of the eyes and Balfore is forced to let go. Atreyu now quickly hits him with an inverted facelock neckbreaker and Balfore goes down. From out of nowhere Hank Brown appears with a cameraman of his own, a microphone in his hand as he's obviously on his way to do an interview. Atreyu hits Hank with a punch to the face and then steals the microphone from his hand. Atreyu now dropping to his knees beside Balfore and he unloads with a shot to the forehead.
Benjamin Atreyu: What, you think you can beat me? You can't Balfore. You can't beat me. Not now, not ever.
Atreyu then unloads with a furry of microphone shots to the forehead of Balfore until he's busted open. Atreyu then tosses the microphone to the side and gets to his feet, signaling for the referee to start the count.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX!
Upon six Balfore begins to stir, rolling onto his side and pushing himself up to a sitting position. Atreyu rushes him and connects with a kick to the side of the head. The referee goes to begin the count again when Atreyu instead pulls Balfore up to his feet and positions him for an olympic slam. Atreyu gets him up but Balfore gets loose and lands behind him. Balfore now grabbing Atreyu by the back of the head and driving him face first into the wall in front of them. Balfore now grabbing Atreyu by the waist and pulling off a beautiful german suplex. Both men are down and the referee starts his count.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Balfore is the first to his feet.
Referee: FIVE! SIX!
Atreyu is now up to his feet, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose.
Erin Robbins: And now both of these men are bleeding, although Balfore defiantly looks worse. That cut on his forehead has seemingly gotten bigger.
Balfore wipes blood from his eyes and stares right into the eyes of Atreyu. Neither man looks particularly fond of the idea of making the first move, but they eventually both move in and lock up. Atreyu gets the advantage and pushes Balfore up against the wall before dragging him down the hall. He spots a semi-open door and throws Balfore into it, sending him flying into the room. Atreyu and the referee follow and we find ourselves in the concession area. A group of fans that were in the process of buying snacks and memorabilia are treated to an up close look at the action as the two again lock up.
Erin Robbins: Oh this should end well. I can already smell the lawsuit coming.
Atreyu gets the advantage and shoves Balfore up against the counter of a concession stand. He takes a step back and then rushes Balfore, clotheslining him up and over the counter and onto the floor. Both of the employees that had been serving customers high tail it out of there as Atreyu climbs over the counter and grabs one of the electrical cords plugged into the wall. He wraps it around the neck of Balfore and begins to choke the life out of him.
Zach Davis: Well there's one way to keep a guy down for 10 seconds.
Balfore is gasping for air as he flails his arms about, scratching at the face, arms and neck of Atreyu. Atreyu continues to choke the air out of Balfore as he screams at him to pass out. Balfore begins reaching out for anything he can find and comes up with a pocketbook. He swings it back a few times and finally connects with the face of Atreyu, forcing him to break the hold. Balfore falls to his knees, gasping in full breaths of fresh air, as Atreyu grabs his eye.
Erin Robbins: It looks like part of the strap may have caught Atreyu in the eye there.
Zach Davis: I've had that happen on more than one occasion. And let me tell you, it doesn't feel good?
Erin Robbins: You've taken a lot of purse straps to the eye Zach?
Zach Davis: What can I say, not every lady is a fan of the Zach Attack.
Atreyu's eye seems to be a bit better as he moves in and pulls Balfore up to his feet. Atreyu now pulling Balfore in and he tries for a suplex. Balfore blocks it, hits a forearm to the face and now he's positioning himself so he's standing in front of a glass drink case. Balfore now setting up Atreyu for a Mark of Odin...AND HE HITS IT!
Erin Robbins: OHMYGOD! Benjamin Atreyu just got powerbombed through the glass front of that display case.
Slow motion replays are shown and you can see Atreyu's back exploding through the glass part of the case. Atreyu is now laid out on the floor as Balfore leans against the counter, looking to the referee to start the count.
Referee Skip Johnson: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!
And Atreyu is up before the referee can get to eight. Bits and pieces of glass are still stuck in his back and there's a drop of blood here and there. Balfore is right on him, throwing lefts and rights, and Atreyu is staggering. Balfore now grabbing him by the head and leading him over to the counter. Balfore now smashing Atreyu's face into the counter. And a second time. And a third. Balfore now rolling Atreyu up onto the counter before climbing up himself.
Zach Davis: What could Odin Balfore have in mind here?
Erin Robbins: Nothing good I bet.
Balfore pulls Atreyu up to his feet and then lifts him up before delivering a huge spinebuster off of the counter and onto the floor. The referee moves in to start the count when Balfore waves him off. Balfore now spinning around and leaping off with a lionsault. He hits and rolls off cluthching his ribs as the referee starts the count again.
Referee Skip Johnson: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!
By eight Atreyu is up to his knees and before the referee can get to nine he's up but he's seemingly out on his feet. Balfore moves in and sets him up for a russian leg sweep. From out of nowhere Atreyu comes to life and counters with an elbow to the face. Balfore is caught off guard and Atreyu takes advantage by hitting him with an olympic slam to the ground.
Zach Davis: What a move! And just like that Benjamin Atreyu has regained control of this match. The referee moves in and begins the ten count.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!
At seven Balfore has gotten himself to a sitting position, and rather than wait for him to get all the way up, Atreyu rushes him and delivers a kick to the face. Balfore now trying to get to his hands and knees, but Atreyu again with a kick to the head. Atreyu stands back and waits to do it a third time as Balfore struggle to get up. Atreyu rushes him, looking for another kick, but Balfore catches the foot, stopping Atreyu in his tracks. Balfore standing up, Atreyu's foot still in his grasps. He goes to pull him in for a capture suplex but Atreyu quickly gets him with a rake of the eyes. With Balfore blinded, Atreyu catches him with a low blow. Now blinded and holding himself, Balfore can't counter as Atreyu lifts him up and drops him with the Burning Hammer into a facebuster on the hard ground.
Erin Robbins: Requiem in D Minor! And now the referee moves in for the ten count.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE!
AND BALFORE IS UP!
Zach Davis: HOW THE HELL IS HE STILL ALIVE? That should have killed him, but Odin Balfore is up on his feet.
Balfore is indeed up, but he immediately falls back into the counter, having to use it to keep himself erect. Benjamin Atreyu isn't the least bit pleased that Balfore found a way to get to his feet. He looks around and spots a kid with a WCF Souveneir T-Shirt in his hands. Atreyu grabs it and then wraps it around the neck of Balfore as the kid begins to cry to his parents. Atreyu now choking Balfore once again and Balfore falls to his knees, gasping for air.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu isn't just trying to win this match, it looks like he's trying to kill Odin Balfore.
Balfore claws at the face and neck of Atreyu trying to get free and Atreyu is forced to loosen the grip. He then grabs the shirt and starts choking the life out of Benjamin Atreyu with it!
Zach Davis: And Atreyu now on the receiving end being chocked out!
Atreyu desperately tries to fight back but he has nowhere to go, he tries to attack Balfore but cannot reach; eventually his eyes go shut and he goes limp. Balfore unwraps the shirt from his neck and tosses the now bloodstained shirt at the kid as Atreyu flops to the ground.
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Zach Davis: And that is it! Odin Balfore has won the Last Man Standing Match!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions … ODIN BALFORE!
Zach Davis: And after a hellacious Last Man Standing match, Odin Balfore takes the victory. S-PAC needs to regroup here if they ever hope to get one over on The Thickness.
Zach Davis: Errrrrrr yeah, whatever you say.
Slam cuts to a commercial break as Odin climbs up onto the turnbuckle celebrating his victory.
Black screen. A yelp is heard. We fade in slowly to…Kelvin Staylor sprawled out on the ground. The poor guy has just tripped through the doorway leading into the Pepsi Center. His half-brother, tag-team partner, and fellow member of The 8th Wonder Markus Jayson then promptly trips over him on his way into the arena.
Jayson: I think I just sprained my ankle!
Both Jayson and Staylor slowly get to their feet. They brush themselves off and begin walking down the hallway. Jayson walks with a noticeable limp.
Staylor: What are we doing here again?
Jayson stops suddenly. He reaches into the crotchal region of his pants and pulls out a small camcorder.
Jayson: Documenting aliens!
Staylor: Did you just hide that camcorder in your pants?
Jayson: I’m serious, I didn’t. Smell it.
Jayson holds the camcorder to his brother’s nose, who…of course…sniffs it.
Staylor: Smells like Sweet Tarts. I love Sweet Tarts.
Jayson: Exactly. Now come on, we need to find the Aliens.
Staylor and Jayson simultaneously go into stealth mode. The move against the walls and tip-toe down the corridor. Several staffers pass them and look on confused, but Jayson and Staylor continue the length of the hallway until coming to another hallway. Jayson quickly peeks out from the corner and then turns onto the hallway. They continue down the second hallway until coming to a door that’s slightly ajar. Jayson peeks in and sees Biohazard and Tyler Walker talking about the one time Biohazard spit toxic ooze into the face of Dick Clark.
Biohazard: yeah so I was all like ooze to faces and that’s why he couldn’t talk anymore
Walker: Damn, Bio bro, you’re hardcore.
Kelvin Staylor leans over to get a look at the two but accidently bumps his brother and knocks the camcorder out of his hand. Walker and Biohazard look over to the door after hearing the noise and notice The 8th Wonder in the hallway fighting to pick up the camcorder.
Jayson quickly picks up the camcorder and turns to see Tyler Walker standing in the doorway of the room with Biohazard next to him. He quickly points the camera at Walker and whispers.
Jayson: That’s him. That’s the space werewolf.
Staylor: Don’t eat me! I may look yummy and tasty but I’m really toxic.
Biohazard: no im toxic you dumbass
Staylor: Don’t call me dumb! It really hurts my feelings.
Biohazard: maybe if you were born in a lab like me you wouldn’t be dumb
Walker: Or if you were a super strong alien/beast/king vagina eater from another dimension like me.
Jayson continues to record with a mischievous smile on his face.
Walker: What do you think you’re doing queer?
Walker snatches the camcorder away from Jayson.
Jayson: Hey! Give that back to me! I’m sending that video to the History Channel to go on Ancient Aliens.
Walker smashes the camcorder between his hands and throws it on the ground. Biohazard spray toxic ooze on it for good measure. Jayson’s face goes beet red.
Jayson: Oh now you’ve done it!
Staylor: Uh-oh. You’re about to feel the most devastating move in WCF history.
With strength reminiscent of the hammer of Thor, Markus Jayson rears back…and karate chops Tyler Walker in the throat. Tyler Walker teeters…he’s holding his throat and coughing….he’s about to fall…but Biohazard grabs him with one hand and quickly sprays ooze at Jayson with the other.
Jayson: AHHAHH! It burns so bad! Make it stop!
Staylor grabs Jayson and drags him away from the doorway. Biohazard begins to massage Walker’s throat while staring menacingly at the retreating 8th Wonder.
Biohazard: this isn’t over you two.
Walker struggles for words through the pain that the karate chop has caused him. Biohazard shushes him and continues massaging his throat.
Biohazard: ssshhs. its okay bro. we’ll get them.
Staylor and Jayson continue to retreat down the hallway while Biohazard and Tyler Walker go back into their room.
Zach Davis: And what’s our next match? Let’s find out Sarah.
Sarah once again picks a name from the first cylinder. She has no reaction to this name but then she picks the second name from the first cylinder and immediately, she smirks when she sees the second name. She then picks a ball from the second cylinder and pulls out a match type, which is to her satisfaction.
Erin Robbins: And looks like she’s happy with the next match coming up and hey wait a minute, she’s picking from the third bin, could a title be on the line. Sarah looks extremely pleased with herself here.
Sarah then picks a ball from the third cylinder and looks to be highly satisfied with the match that is coming up.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a ladder match scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Television Championship! Introducing first, she is the current WCF Television Champion, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada … CHELSEA BLACK ARMSTRONG!
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: Chelsea Black Armstrong, the wife of the recently and unfairly fired Seifer Black Armstrong awaits her opponent but she cannot be 100% focused on this match tonight considering the circumstances.
Erin Robbins: Wah wah wah, her husband’s a weakling … TOO BAD!
Kyle Steel: And her opponent, from London, England, standing a 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 235 lbs., he is “The Punisher” … MATTHEW ROBINSON!
Zach Davis: What?!
Erin Robbins: Wow!
The opening to 'Papercut' by Linkin Park 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 from behind the curtain followed by his wife, 'The Queen Of Punishment' Stacy Robinson, sending the WCF fans into a frenzy. They both look around at the live Denver crowd in attendance as both are a bit apprehensive about making their way to the ring.
Zach Davis: This … this has got to be hard for both Matt and Chelsea. Matt’s partner was fired last week and now he has to face his wife … my God, I don’t know, this match will not end well.
Erin Robbins: Oh I like it, I think it’s a brilliant bit of match making despite it being random by our esteemed owner.
Chelsea hands the TV Title over to the referee as Matt is making his way down to the ring. The referee hands the title off on a hook where it is raised above the ring.
Zach Davis: Well nevertheless, this match will get started here as the referee rings the bell, and here we go! Chelsea and Matt both obviously reluctant to start here but they shake hands and ultimately, looks they’re just going to get down to business; and Chelsea quickly trying to get up the ladder in the center of the ring. Robinson right behind her however, pulls Chelsea down the ladder and both competitors are now going at it.
Erin Robbins: Blow for blow right now, both competitors punching each other. Robinson hits Chelsea, Chelsea hits Robinson. Robinson hits Chelsea.
Zach Davis: And Chelsea manages to hit a clothesline here on Matthew Robinson!
Matt is down for a moment as Chelsea quickly starts trying to climb up the ladder here to go get the title.
Zach Davis: Chelsea starts climbing up the ladder quickly as Sarah has threatened cuts. But wait, Robinson is also climbing up again. Oh no, Chelsea is begging Robinson now to let go of the ladder. Chelsea is near the top but Robinson is pushing the ladder.
Erin Robbins: And oh no! He manages to push the ladder down and Chelsea goes down with it, bouncing off the rope and into the ring rather painfully.
Zach Davis: Both competitors down and this matchup is just getting started folks. Robinson is still recuperating from the clotheline. Both however have a tremendous respect for each other and both have got to be feeling the effects of having Seifer Black Armstrong fired last week.
Erin Robbins: Get over it, boohoo. Life goes on.
Zach Davis: Robinson now grabbing that tipped over ladder and looks like he’s going to make full use of it as a weapon here.
Erin Robbins: Watch out Chelsea, watch out!
Zach Davis: Chelsea is coming to, slowly getting up after being thrown from the ladder. She turns around and right into the ladder as Robinson hits her with it in the chest. Robinson drops the ladder now and goes to Chelsea who is now down in the ring and looks like Robinson wants to get the job done. This is nothing personal, just business and they are competing fairly thus far.
Matt grabs Chelsea and starts punching her in the face albeit reluctantly at first but also realizing he has to compete or risk being removed by Sarah Twilight. As he beats her, he then manages to lock in an armbar on Chelsea!
Zach Davis: Armbar is locked in on Chelsea. Chelsea is writhing in pain and enduring it.
Erin Robbins: That’s gotta hurt! Not that tapping out would do any good, the only way to win this match is to get up on that ladder and grab the TV Title.
As Robinson maintains the hold, Chelsea writhing in pain but using what little leverage she can to start elbowing Robinson in the gut. Elbow after elbow as finally, Robinson is forced to break the hold.
Erin Robbins: But the damage is done as Chelsea’s left arm is now hurt. Robinson definitely doing well tonight.
Zach Davis: Robinson now grabs the ladder that was knocked down earlier but it seems to be busted. He tosses it out of the ring and steps out to get another ladder. This ladder just as tall as the previous one, about a 15 footer. He’s bringing it into the ring.
Erin Robbins: I think he’s going to try to go for the title. Chelsea is still nursing her damaged arm as Robinson is setting up the ladder. The crowd is clearly split tonight as they love both these ardent competitors who are forced to go against one another due to the randomness of our matches here this evening.
Zach Davis: As Robinson has the ladder ready. He starts climbing; the crowd is in a frenzy now waiting wondering if he can win the title. He’s slowly making his way up.
Erin Robbins: But Chelsea quickly notices this and starts climbing up on the opposite side to attempt to stop him. Both competitors are now fighting their way to the top.
Zach Davis: Both competitors now at the top of the ladder punching each other to see who will be the winner here tonight. They are trading blows, Chelsea punches Robinson, Robinson punches Chelsea. Both competitors teetering on the edge of the ladder. Robinson successful in their encounter here and he punches Chelsea down to the canvas. Robinson continues to climb to the top of the ladder, the title is in his grasp.
Erin Robbins: Grab the title damn it!
Zach Davis: Oh what’s Robinson thinking here? He looks up at the title but looks down at a vulnerable Chelsea Black Armstrong from the top of the 15 foot ladder. Oh no, what’s he going to do now? No Matt don’t do this, come on now, you have your career to think about.
Erin Robbins: He is not going to do this.
Zach Davis: Let’s hope not, Matt, think about this. And oh my God! He landed a knee drop on Chelsea Black Armstrong from the top of the 15 foot ladder! My God!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Erin Robbins: He sacrificed his body for what reason?
Zach Davis: I’ll tell you why, because he loves this business. He loves giving great matches that the fans actually want to see. This will definitely be a match to remember here as both competitors are really giving it their all. Now both competitors, slowly getting up after such a daredevil move. Chelsea and Robinson are definitely worse for the wear here but I don’t think either one of them gives a damn. Robinson still recuperating as Chelsea gets out of the ring and is going over to the ring announcer’s area.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh, looks like she’s getting a steel chair, this is going to get bloody fast!
Zach Davis: She’s getting back in the ring. Robinson is still trying to get up and Chelsea’s about to hit him with the chair!
Chelsea thinks about it and takes a deep breath before hitting Matt with the steel chair and finally she lets him have it with the steel chair! She hits him once, twice, three times!
Erin Robbins: As she should. Chelsea is not a person to be messed with. She’s turning Robinson now as she proceeds to hit him with the chair in the stomach, all these chair shots to the human anatomy, how much can a man take?
Zach Davis: That was five chair shots to the gut. But looks like Chelsea isn’t done. She throws the chair away here but she picks up Robinson and starts punching him right in the head but the referee can’t stop him as Robinson is now busted open.
Erin Robbins: The blood is on Chelsea’s hands and look at her eyes. She’s looking at that blood and liking it.
Zach Davis: I doubt that, she looks somewhat concerned for her friend. She’s also concerned for her own well being while also dealing with the fact that her husband was fired last week. A lot on her mind, she is in a volatile state right now!
Erin Robbins: Excuses. Both competitors getting back to their feet slowly now. They are both now trying to approach the ladder and make another attempt at grabbing the title again.
Zach Davis: They are climbing on the same side of the ladder with Chelsea ahead of Robinson here on his way up. They’re fighting their way up here.
Erin Robbins: Robinson is pulling on Chelsea’s legs but Chelsea is kicking at Robinson’s hand. Chelsea turns around here and kicks Robinson right in the face and connects, knocking him down the ladder and onto the canvas.
Zach Davis: Chelsea quickly takes advantage here to make his way to the top of the ladder and quickly unhooks the title and grabs the television title, retaining it tonight!
“Penance” by Device starts playing on the PA.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and still the WCF Television Champion … CHELSEA BLACK ARMSTRONG!
Zach Davis: And Chelsea smiles after a hard fought victory tonight. She goes down the ladder however and picks up her friend Matt Robinson and … what a show of sportsmanship.
Erin Robbins: Well, I have to admit this is rare to see this day in age.
Zach Davis: And the crowd on their feet applauding and cheering as both Chelsea and Stacy help Matt up from the canvas and raise his hand to the crowd who applauds them and chants at them.
Crowd: THIS WAS AWESOME! THIS WAS AWESOME! THIS WAS AWESOME!
Zach Davis: Great match, great sportsmanship, Chelsea is still the Television Champion but Matt Robinson gave it his all. Great effort tonight!
We cut backstage to the outside of Logan’s locker room, the door opens and Logan steps out and closes the door behind him and begins to make his way down the corridor.
Erin Robbins: Well there we see him, Mr. WCF himself, Logan…
Zach Davis: I wonder what he’s up too…
The camera then switches to the other side of the corridor as we see ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson making his way up the corridor.
Erin Robbins: Well this looks interesting, the amount of hatred these two have for one another could result in things getting messy right here…
Zach Davis: Security better be on hand…
The two men glare at each other as they get closer and closer to one another. As they get within touching distance, Robinson suddenly delivers a swift kick to Logan’s nuts causing him to drop the floor clutching his groin and groaning in pain. Robinson just walks off without saying a word as the fans in attendance can be heard laughing uncontrollably as we cut back to ringside.
We cut backstage where the bingo chamber sits. Standing beside the chamber is ... Eric Price! The crowd cheers.
Erin Robbins: HEY! What does he think he's doing?
Eric looks around, no Sarah Twilight in sight. He smiles.
Eric Price: Well, if she can pull bingo balls to make matches ... so can I!
Eric reaches in and pulls out a bingo ball. He looks at it oddly and shrugs. When shown to the cameras it reads "Trip to the Morgue Match."
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Erin Robbins: I dunno.
Eric shrugs it off and reaches in, grabbing hold of two more bingo balls. He looks at the names and chuckles slightly.
Eric Price: I think I do a better job of it as well.
Zach Davis: Who's it gonna be?
Erin Robbins: And what the hell is this match?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen -- the following contest is a TRIP TO THE MORGUE MATCH!!!
There is some chatter among the crowd.
Kyle Steel: The only way to win this match is to enclose your opponent into a body bag, place him on a gurney and get all three items into the back of the waiting hearse!
As he finishes up, a black hearse is backed out onto the stage.
Zach Davis: Oh this sounds like fun.
Erin Robbins: It sounds awesome!!!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first ...
"Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: WOW! This would be his kind of match for sure!
Erin Robbins: This fits him to a tee! Good luck to whoever drew against him.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...
"Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent hits the PA. The fans react with a loud mixture of cheers and boos and a vocal contingent of supporters even start a "BOBBY C!" chant.
Kyle Steel: From the Federal District of Poon Guinea ... weighing two hundred twenty six pounds ... he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions ... "The Godfather of Professional Wrstling" BOBBY CAIRO!!!
The crowd cheers WILDLY.
Zach Davis: Holy cow! This is going to be one HELL of a match!!
Erin Robbins: This is honestly pay per view calibur. Wow!
The music continues, but there is no Bobby Cairo. The crowd looks on in confusion.
Zach Davis: Where is he?
Erin Robbins: I don't know? Maybe he doesn't want to face Oblivion in this kind of match? Maybe he's scared.
Zach Davis: I doubt it.
"Starnglehold" begins again and Kyle Steel looks a bit confused as he tries to make the announcement again.
Kyle Steel: Once again ... making his way to the ring ... BOBBY CAIRO!!!
Again, there is nothing. Oblivion is getting angry and starts yelling at the ref to call for the forfeit.
Erin Robbins: I agree, this should be a forfeit. He isn't showing up.
Zach Davis: I don't know what to make of this at all?
Just as The referee is about to declare the forfeit we hear the crowd erupt as Cairo comes from behind Oblivion from within the crowd, he has a shovel in hand. He runs into the ring and NAILS Oblivion upside the back of his head with it.
The bell is rung.
Erin Robbins: What kinda crap is that? He jumped him from behind!
Zach Davis: What is it you always say to me? Oh right ... no rules!
Oblivion goes down to the mat face first, looking practically unconscious. Cairo raises the shovel high and yells out to the crowd. Cairo drops the shovel and removes the brass knucks from Oblivion. He then slides out of the ring and reaches underneath, pulling out a can of gasoline and a bucket filled with water. He slides back into the ring with them and sets them down. He unravels some of his wrist tape and ties it to the end of the knucks.
By this point the crowd is going fucking wild.
Crowd: DUBYA C F! DUBYA C F! DUBYA C F! DUBYA C F!
Zach Davis: This match is already all types of insane and it just started!
Erin Robbins: I do have to admit, I love the violence. It makes things more interesting.
Cairo douses the knucks with the gasoline and then reaches into his pocket for a lighter. He looks out to the crowd as he lights it and sets the knucks ablaze. The chants and cheers continue as Cairo lets the knucks heat up for a few minutes before dipping them in the bucket of water.It makes a sizzling noise as it hits. With Oblivion still down he approaches.
Zach Davis: Oh my god, he's gonna brand him!!
Erin Robbins: Strangely enough ... I kinda like it!
Cairo takes the scorching knucks and lowers them onto Oblivion's back, he presses them in hard with his boot. The laid out Oblivion immediately wakes up and screams out.
Oblivion: AHHHHH MOTHER-R-R-R-R FUCKER-R-R-R-R-R!!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Cairo removes the knucks and a close up shows a deep branding on the back of the now stirring Oblivion. Cairo backs up, readying for Irrestible Bliss, Oblivion Slowly makes it to his feet and turns around, Cairo goes to hoist him up but out of desperation Oblivion blocks and PLANTS Cairo with a spinebuster. Oblivion is still very out of it but is first to make it to his feet. Cairo is a little dazed but manages to make it back up anyway. Th two collide again in the center of the ring exchanging fists, Cairo comes out of it on top, backing Oblivion into the corner with rights and lefts, but Oblivion answers with a sickening low blow kick which drops Cairo instantly.
Zach Davis: And the monster has had enough. Now it is his turn to dish out the punishment.
Erin Robbins: Cairo is in for it now. No one deals out pain like Oblivion.
Oblivion heads outside the ring to search for something to do some damage. He finds a heavy iron chain that he drags out from under the ring apron and he tosses it into the ring, following inside. Bobby Cairo is still holding his groin, suffering the effect of the low blow as Oblivion stalks him, holding the chain. The monster lifts the chain high and ...
He SMACKS it down over Cairo's back.
Again he sends the stinging blow down upon The Godfather of Pro Wrestling. Cairo screams out as he is forced into the canvas by the weight of the chain. Welts and deep bruises begin to form all over his back.
A third time, Oblivion crashes the chain down on Cairo's back and Cairo lays flat on the canvas. Not moving. Oblivion drops the chain and heads to the outside again, this time collecting a body bag as well as a large brick he retrieves from under the ring.
Zach Davis: Cairo may be out!
Erin Robbins: But Oblivion isn't finished!
Cairo starts to stir slightly and Oblivion sits in waiting, allowing him to make it partially to his feet. As he does, The monster rushes at him brick in hand and ...
The brick is SMASHED over Cairo's skull. Dust and bits of cement fly everywhere as Cairo slumps back to the canvas. Oblivion begins preparing the body bag. He opens it all the way, unzipping it top to bottom. Cairo has not moved the entire time.
Zach Davis: That's it ... this match is one for the books. Cairo is completely out.
Erin Robbins: I'll say ... Oblivion came at him like a brick wall!
Zach Davis: Very funny.
Erin Robbins: What?
Finally, Obi starts rolling Cairo over and he sets him in the body bag and now struggles to get it zipped up. The monster gets it about halfway zipped when Cairo's fingers begin twitching a bit, he opens his eyes and acts fast, grabbing the nearby chain Obi had earlier discarded. He reaches up, unbeknownst to Oblivion, who was still fighting with the zipper and he wraps it around the Monster's throat and begins stangling him!
Erin Robbins: Obi is in for it! Cairo is crazed!
Zach Davis: He surely doesn't wanna get stuck in that body bag.
Obi gasps and claws at the chains for air. Cairo just keeps squeezing tighter. Finally, the monster drops, motionless. Cairo forces his way out of the body bag and now struggles to get Oblivion into it.
Zach Davis: Now can Bobby get the monster inside?
Erin Robbins: No way it can be that easy?
It takes a while, but Cairo manages to get the monster into the body bag. Though before he can begin zipping it up, Obi reaches up and grabs him by the throat. Obi sits up and rises to his feet, Cairo still in his grip and he lifts him up ... CHOKESLAM!!! Bobby is down and out!!
Erin Robbins: Obi is still ready to fight!
Zach Davis: I'll say, damn what a chokeslam!
Oblivion isn't satisfied just yet as he again exits the ring to find something else. He tosses around a few items before settling on ... a CATTLE PROD!!
Crowd: OOOOOOH SHIIIIITTTTTT!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Obi rolls into the ring as Cairo is making it back to his feet and Obi turns up the juice and ...
Erin Robbins: HOW is Bobby Cairo even standing?!
He sends the voltage into Cairo's chest which causes him to twitch and he stumbles back some. But the effect wasn't what Obi had wanted. Obi turns the dial up and moves in again, this time going for the LOW BLOW with the CATTLE PROD!!!
Zach Davis: Cairo didn't like that idea!
Erin Robbins: I think it just sent him over the edge!
Cairo manages to jump out of the way but the look on his face is that of a MADMAN. He rushes at Obi and starts sending sharp fists at him, SCREAMING at him as he YANKS the cattle prod away. The dial still ALL the way turned up, Cairo ... BREAKS the cattle prod over Obi's SKULL!!!! Sparks fly everywhere and Oblivion is send flying across the ring by the force of the shockwave. His head sizzles and smokes as he lies motionless.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Cairo pulls the body bag over Oblivion, zipping it up. He then DRAGS the monster in the bag from the ring. The gurney is there on the outside and Cairo simply pulls it along with him being as the rules stated he must put Obi, the body bag and the gurney into the hearse.
Zach Davis: He's looking to end it here. Obi has no way of getting free.
Erin Robbins: Cairo still looks crazed. Like that attempted volatge to his manhood just made him lose it!
Cairo drags Obi up the ramp, pulling him by the body bag and he stuffs him into the back of the hearse. Afterward he THROWS the gurney in on top of him and slams the door shut. A very PISSED OFF Cairo gets into the driver's seat and takes off for ... who knows where?
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match .... BOBBY CAIRO!!!!
Zach Davis: Where the hell is he going?
Erin Robbins: My guess? The morgue!
"300 Violin Orchestra" plays over the PA. Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit head to the ring.
Erin Robbins: Alright!
Zach Davis: Yeah.. great.
Fly and Orbit enter the ring. Fly takes a mic from a ringhand.
Jonny Fly: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Jonny Fly. Of course, you already know that, with me being world famous and all. To my right is my business associate and fellow dominant professional wrestler, "The Mack", Steve Orbit.
The crowd starts to boo.
Jonny Fly: Let's cut to the chase. There's a question on everyone's mind. That question is regarding the World Heavyweight Championship, and who I will defend it against at the biggest event on the WCF calendar-- the One Pay Per View on December twenty-second. Now, there have been a few names presented to me by WCF management. Eric Price, Jeff Purse, Oblivion, FPV... so on and so forth. Flyjobbers, all of them. None worthy of any main event, let alone the main event of the greatest show of the year.
More boos from the crowd.
Jonny Fly: I know, the truth hurts. Anyway, as you all know, I lost the World Title belt to Steve Orbit in a dice game. I'd like to get that belt back from him. And seeing as how he is the only wrestler in this company who I would consider a worthy challenger...
Fly turns to Orbit and the two men shake hands.
Jonny Fly: WCF owner Sarah Twilight confirmed earlier this evening that Steve Orbit and I will compete in the One main event for the WCF World Heavyweight Title.
The crowd pops for the match announcement, but there's still plenty of boos. Fly and Orbit seem oblivious to the boos.
Jonny Fly: And now, a word from the challenger.
Fly hands the mic to Orbit.
Steve Orbit: I know what y'all are thinking. The match is a fix, because Fly and myself have been seen working together on a regular basis. I'ma tell you right now, this is no set-up. This will be an instant classic-- a match between the best of the best. I mean, really, it's the only match that makes sense, you know what I'm sayin'? There's only two men in this company who are talented enough to compete for the World Title-- and they both standing in the ring right now.
The crowd boos.
Steve Orbit: Hey, whether you like us or hate us, you can't deny that we done proved it week after week. We the best. We the only ones who deserve the main event. For me and Fly, it's just another competition. Just another day.
Orbit hands the mic to Fly.
Jonny Fly: That's right, Steve. Well, I'm excited, as I'm sure all of you fans are.
The crowd boos as Fly and Orbit shake hands.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce you special guest referee... Mr. Jack Happy.
“Work Bitch” begins to play over the PA, and Jack happy walks out in a striped shirt that is two sizes too small for him. Worse yet, it's not black and white. It's red and green. To top it off, he is in the process of devouring a rather large burrito. He walks up the steps, and slides between the ropes, as he finishes his snack. He tosses to wrapper to a fan, but the fan throws it back. Happy shrugs as his music dies.
Kyle Steel: And introducing the first competitor...
"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
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 215 pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall... 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
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace. When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He anxiously awaits his competition.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
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: Weighign in at 230 pounds, and standing six feet, five inches tall. He is the WCF world heavyweight champion... Jonny Fly!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: What a perfect match to end this absolutely unbelievable night.
Freddy Whoa: The fans who bought tickets to this thign rolled the dice, and they came up big on this one.
Jack Happy gives them a quick reading of the rules, before signaling for the bell to ring. Jeff Purse wastes no time. He tackles Fly by the legs, and tries to twist him around into a submission. Fly quickly kicks him off, and slides across the ring. He stands up, and exchanges a few words with Jeff. They circle each other, but only for a moment, before Purse goes in again, hitting Jonny Fly with a fireman's carry. Jeff quickly pops up, and hits Fly with a few stiff kicks to the back. Jonny rolls out of the way, and slap the turnbuckle in frustration.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse staying on Jonny fly in the early goings of this match, trying to keep him from getting a second to think. Smart strategy when you know your competitor didn't have a chance to prepare.
Purse dives, and hits Fly with a chop block to the front of the knee, sending him flipping forward. Jonny lays on the ground, clutching his leg. Purse locks onto the injury, and twists Fly's leg around his. Jonny sees the move, and quickly pulls himself away before Purse can apply it. The champion grabs the bottom rope, and uses it to pull himself to the outside. Jeff yells at him to get back in, as he takes a lap around the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly pulling himself out of the situation, taking a moment to look at the situation.
Zach Davis: These are two of the top wrestlers in this company. This match isn't going to be about the high impact moves. You are going to see a lot more strategic maneuvering taking place in this match.
Purse gets fed up with Jonny's stalling, and steps out onto the apron. This proves to be a mistake. Fly runs over, and grabs his ankle, yanking it out form under him. Purse hits the apron hard, and tumbles down onto the concrete. Fly takes advantage, dropping a knee across Purse's ribcage. He drops another one, before lifting the man up, and whipping him into the stairs. Purse slams his knees against the steel, and flips over, landing on the hard floor with a splat.
Zach Davis: With a few carefully considered moves, Jonny Fly takes control of this match up in a big way!
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly is more experienced with hardcore style wrestling than Purse, so you're gonna see him try and keep this match outside, whereas Jeff is a more talented technical wrestler, and He's going to want to stay between the ropes.
Fly picks up the top half of the atirs, and waits in a crouched position for Purse to rise. Once Jeff is standing, Fly hurls the steps with all his might. Jeff ducks at the last second, the stairs passing just inches above his head. Jeff sprints forward, and uses the bottom half of the steps as a launching pad, going for a hurricarana. Fly catches him, but the momentum causes him to stumble toward the ring. Purse avoids the powerbomb by pulling himself onto the apron, and kicking Fly backwards. Jeff then climbs between the ropes, and waits for Fly to join him.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse opting to get back into the ring, rather than attempting a high risk move at this point.
Fly begrudgingly slides under the bottom rope, and the wrestlers face off again. Fly takes a swing, but Purse ducks it, and this him with several quick kicks to the leg. Fly swings again, and again it gets ducked. Purse hits a few more kicks, before bouncing off the ropes. He doesn't have time to attempt a move, before getting hit with a straight right hand. That, coupled with his momentum, sending him tot he ground, almost motionless.
Zach Davis: Fly hitting a big knockout punch! This might be it!
Fly goes for the cover, and Jack Happy dives down to make the count.
Freddy Whoa: That count was insanely fast.
Zach Davis: Well, Jack Happy isn't used to being a referee. Maybe we have to give him the benefit of the doubt here.
Fly glares at Happy, before dragging Purse to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, and this a hard spine buster, going for another cover.
Zach Davis: Ok, this fast counting seems to be intentional.
Freddy Whoa: And Purse is still kicking out. Impressive stuff.
Fly picks Purse up again. He whips him into the ropes, and hits an arm drag. Purse pops back up, and sprints for Fly, who this another arm drag. Purse comes back again. This time Fly goes for a second spinebuster, but Purse reverses it into a DDT, sending Fly to the mat. Now it's Jeff's turn to go for the cover.
No! Fly kicks out!
Zach Davis: This is getting ridiculous. Someone send a real referee out here!
Purse stands up and starts screaming at Jack Happy, which allows fly to recover, and roll him up for a pin.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse in full control of this match now, using his speed to keep Fly from getting any momentum back.
Freddy Whoa: If you get control of someone like Jonny Fly, you can't let go. You have to keep driving, no giving him a second to regain his footing.
Purse jumps onto the top rope, spins around, and springboards off, hitting a moonsault, and covering Fly.
.......No! Fly kicks out! Purse glares at Happy, but keeps his attention on Fly this time. He grabs Jonny's arm, and wrenches it up into a keylock. He squeezes the hold tightly, causing Fly to howl in pain. He flails wildly, but can't loosen the hold.
Zach Davis: Fly in trouble here. The longer that submission stays on, the more useless that arm is going to be later in the match.
Freddy Whoa: He needs to get out of this hold, and quick.
Fly reaches up with his fee hand, and scratches at Jeff's eyes. Purse stumbles back, allowing Fly to stand, and regain his composure. Purse runs at him, but Fly ducks down, and this him with a back body drop, dumping him over the ropes, and onto the floor. Fly climbs out of the ring, and walks over to take his belt from the time keeper. While Jeff writhes in pain, the champion shoves the belt in his face, and screams.
Jonny Fly: THIS WILL NEVER BE YOURS! THIS IS MY BELT!
Fly slowly lifts Purse to his feet, letting him stand there in a daze for a second, before clocking him with the gold belt. Purse crumples to a heap in the floor. Jonny drops the belts, and stomps away on Purse's ribs. He lifts Jeff up, and tosses him, back first, into the steel guard rail. Jeff lays on the ground, holding his midsection.
Zach Davis: It looks like Jeff Purse's ribs might be injured.
Freddy Whoa: And if we see it, so does Jonny Fly.
Fly lifts Purse up, and this him with a scoop slam onto the concrete, before stealing a chair from a fan at ringside. He lays the chair across Jeff's ribs, and climbs onto the apron. Before he can jump, Jeff tosses the chair, hitting Fly right in the jaw. Jonny leans, but he doesn't fall down. Purse stands up, and grabs both of Fly's ankles, pulling him off the apron. Fly lands on the ground with a sickening thud that even causes the crowd to go quiet for a second.
Zach Davis: My god. Both these men may have broken ribs.
Purse slowly stumbles up the steps, and climbs into the ring. He waits for Fly to recover, using this time to catch his own breath. Jonny drags himself up with the ring apron, and gets hit with a baseball slide for his troubles. Jonny stumbles back into the guardrail, and Jeff jumps back to his feet. He leaps onto the top rope, and spins around, going for another moonsault, this time to the outside. Fly moves out of the way, and Purse lands sternum first on top of the steel barrier. Fly unceremoniously dumps him onto the concrete, and stomps on his ribs a few more times.
Zach Davis: A costly miscalculation by Jeff Purse there. That may very well be what costs him this match.
Fly tosses Jeff back into the ring, and begins searching beneath it for a weapon. It isn't long before he pulls a kendo stick from under the ring, and slides under the bottom rope. He walks in a circle around Purse, who is desperately trying to get to his feet. Once he is on his hands and knees, Fly takes a big swing, connecting with the injured ribs. Purse flails around in agony, as Fly readies his next shot. He brings the cane down again, this time across Purse's chest, causing a new round of flailing. Jonny then drops down, and sets the cane across Purse's throat. He wrenches back, choking his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly going hardcore now. He has really been focusing on the midsection, those injured ribs of Jeff Purse. When you get those ribs hurting that badly, the air doesn't come as easily. Breathing becomes difficult, and really hinders you.
Purse swings wildly, not managing to connect with anything.. Jonny eventually lets go of the choke, allowing Purse to slump back down, and gasp for breath. Jonny tosses away the kendo stick, and drops a knee across Jeff's back, sending the air right back out of his lungs. In desperation, Purse dives forward, and grabs the discarded kendo stick. He spins around and swings for the fences, nailing Jonny Fly in the right temple. Fly hits the mat, giving Jeff time to recover.
Zach Davis: Desperation move from Jeff Purse, and it pays off big! Completely changing the complexion of this match with one blow.
Both me rise to their feet at the same time, but Jeff makes the first move. He goes for a superkick, but Fly ducks it, and bounces off the ropes. Fly goes for a straight boot, but Jeff ducks that. Fly spins around just in time to get hit with a superkick right to the jaw.
Zach Davis: The Spoke! It's over!
Purse goes for the cover right away.
...............3-no! Fly kicks out!
Zach Davis: Disguting. A ridiculously slow count from Jack Happy gives Fly the chance to kick out... and Purse does not look happy about it.
Jeff Purse gets to his feet, screaming at Jack Happy. He doesn't give the guest ref time to say anything, before hitting him with a spoke. Jack hits the mat, and rolls out of the ring. The fans erupt in applause, and Jeff throws his hands up, egging them on. This gives Fly just enough time to recover, and hits Jeff with a surprise spine buster. Fly slowly makes his way over tot he corner, and begins dragging himself up. Once on the top rope, he leaps off, and hits the fly swatter, going for the cover.
Zach Davis: There's no ref!
As if on cue, Sarah Twilight comes sprinting down the ramp with a referee shirt on. She slides under the bottom rope, and quickly counts.
Kyle Steel: Your winner... Jonny Fly!
Sarah rolls out of the ring, and grabs the world championship. She quickly climbs back in,a nd hands the belt to fly, before raising his hand high in the air.
Zach Davis: A win stolen by Jonny Fly, Jack Happy, and Sarah Twilight.
Freddy Whoa: I gotta agree with that. Purse had this match all wrapped up. If it hadn't been for that slow count, Jeff Purse would own a non-title victory over the world champion.
Zach Davis: I can't say I'm surprised. Ladies and gentlemen, for my partner Freddy Whoa, I'm Zach Davis. Goodnight.
The last image we see is Sarah Twilight and Jonny Fly celebrating in the ring, as the crowd boos loudly.