“Everybody’s Fool” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system of the American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, TX as the crowd starts cheering and Eric Price steps out onto the entrance ramp with the WCF Elite Title draped around his shoulder.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam and looks like we’re kicking it off here tonight with Eric Price and is that the Elite Title he still has around his shoulder?
Erin Robbins: What is the meaning of this? Our great leader Sarah Twilight stripped him of that title two weeks ago.
Zach Davis: Well I think we’re going to find out momentarily here as we’d like to wish a Happy Thanksgiving and hope that you all enjoyed your holiday this week as well as a few days off as we welcome you live from the American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, Texas to Slam! I am Zach Davis alongside Erin Robbins and we welcome you here on a very special night of Slam, the Television Title of course on the line and we will find out the number one contenders to both the Internet and People’s Title this week. Our main event will be the three man team of Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit, and Jeff Purse to take on S-PAC in a six man tag team match.
Erin Robbins: After Slam Roulette last week, this week is definitely more grounded but still just as explosive and then of course we have some bad news, it seems that Rachel Twilight is indeed marrying Eric Price tonight.
Zach Davis: Erin is just kissing up to Sarah Twilight but the fact is that the great news tonight is we are going to have a wedding live on Slam. It will be Eric Price and Rachel Twilight tying the knot. With the track record given weddings between a Price and a Twilight, how will this one turn out? We shall see. For now, let’s head up to the ring where Eric is ready to address this crowd, microphone in hand.
Eric stands in the center of the ring with the WCF Elite Title draped around his shoulder, he is wearing a black sportcoat with a burgundy shirt, no tie, and black pants, a smile on his face as the crowd cheers him on.
Eric Price: Folks, welcome to SUNDAY NIGHT SLAM!
Eric Price: And I’m pleased to be right here in Corpus Christi, Texas!
Crowd pops for the city mention
Erin Robbins: Cheap pop.
Eric Price: I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving holiday and some good Black Friday shopping because I sure did. Rachel and I are so excited because yes indeed … we are getting married right here tonight live on Slam! And unlike some prior experiences, believe me, this will be nothing like that. Now then, why am I out here and what I am doing with this WCF Elite Title? Those of you who tuned into Slam two weeks ago may remember that Sarah emphatically announced that she was stripping me of this title to find a new title holder. She never really cited a reason why … I’m figuring because she’s a heartless and vindictive bitch but that’s just my opinion on the matter but she said she would need to find a new title holder for this. No title defense, no battle for the belt, nothing, she’s just going to hand it to someone because she doesn’t know what to do with the belt.
Erin Robbins: You don’t deserve the title.
Zach Davis: Sarah’s reign of terror has been marked by nonsense like this.
Eric Price: Admittedly, I thought about just throwing it out in the middle of the Pacific and letting Sarah form a team to go find it but that’s not the honorable thing to do. Then again, Sarah’s about as honorable as a dime a dozen slut.
Crowd: Slut! Slut! Slut!
Erin Robbins: How disrespectful!
Eric Price: So what am I going to do with the Elite Title that I’ve carried for a few months now … sure Sarah’s officially stripped me of it but she didn’t even do it to my face probably because she was afraid of my reaction or because she just did it on a whim *glug glug* …
Eric makes the motion that Sarah was perhaps drunk when she made these decisions as the crowd cheers
Eric Price: Funny thing the “random” match I had last week had three supposed veterans on one side and just a relatively okay guy on the other side, that being me along with three supposed rookies yet we beat the holy hell out of them. You probably didn’t enjoy that much Sarah or the fact that I’m getting married tonight but fact is I don’t really give a damn what you like or don’t like. You may be terrorizing the rest of the locker room but you’re not going to terrorize me ever again. I told you two months ago that I was done with your crap and I meant it. You screwed me out of the US Title and then stripped me of this Elite Title, fine. If that’s what it takes to make you happy, then so be it because I don’t need them.
Eric slides out of the ring and grabs a trash can and slides it into the ring as he slides back into the ring
Zach Davis: And what’s he doing here?
Eric Price: So with that said…
Eric turns the trash can right side up as he stands by it
Eric Price: Since Sarah decided to strip me of this title for no reason, she obviously does not respect this business, this title or its history so it’s only fitting that I dispose of this title the proper way.
Eric removes the title from his shoulder and holds it up above the trash can as the crowd cheers loudly. He then smiles and drops it right in!
Zach Davis: WOW!
Erin Robbins: That is incredibly disrespectful! How dare he?! Sore loser is what he is.
Zach Davis: He didn’t lose anything, the title was stolen from him by a vindictive Sarah Twilight.
Eric Price: That’s what I think of your decision Sarah Twilight and the fact is that by just stripping me of the title needlessly, you’ve made it nothing but a pile of trash; it should remind you of yourself quite nicely. Regardless, of this business, tonight is going to be a great night! Folks, enjoy the show and in the famous words of Jeff Purse … SUCK IT Sarah Twilight!
Crowd cheers loudly as “Everybody’s Fool” starts playing again over the speaker system and Eric Price steps out of the ring slapping hands with the fans on his way back up the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Eric Price making a bold point here tonight stating what he thinks of Sarah’s decision and I agree with him, it’s bogus, it’s BS.
Erin Robbins: How dare he go against our leader, your boss! He is nothing but a disrespectful piece of trash and Sarah is going to have words for him I’m sure later tonight.
Zach Davis: I doubt Eric cares much about Sarah’s opinion here tonight considering he has more important things on his mind like tying the knot. I’m excited about that, hopefully it turns out well for him.
Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit are backstage in Orbit's locker room. They're sitting in folding chairs facing one another and seem to be in the middle of a heated discussion.
Jonny Fly: What about Pantheon?
Steve Orbit: Nah. That's dumb. What about Genesis?
Jonny Fly: Hell no. We could settle on Panthenesis?
Steve Orbit: Or Geneseon?
Both look at each other.
Jonny Fly: Nah, those are terrible.
Steve Orbit: True. How about 'The Fly Black Dudes.'
Jonny Fly: But I'm not black?
Steve Orbit: Good point. What do you think about "The Overlords?"
Jonny Fly: Meh. I'm good with Twilight, but that name sounds too much like something she would choose.
Steve Orbit: Aight. I got you.
Jonny Fly: What about Quality Control?
Steve Orbit: I'm not feelin' that. We sound like we workin' for a grocery store or some shit. We need a name that shows who we are. We need a name that tells people we untouchable. That we the best.
Jonny Fly: Soo...The Untouchables?
Steve Orbit: Nah, homie. That's a movie. This is real. What do you think about The Dream Team?
Fly smiles and nods his head.
Jonny Fly: I like it!
Orbit and Fly rise from their seats.
Steve Orbit: Let's do this.
They exit the locker room together and the scene cuts away.
Bulletproof by 12 Stones blares on the speakers as Donald Deruty walks towards the ring. The crowd continues to go crazy as they cheer as he approaches the ring. Donald calls for a mic and it is handed to him as he stands in the middle of the ring.
Donald Deruty: Lets cut right to the chase, I am tired of talking the same old stuff. I am out here to call out Waylon Cash, to a match at One!
The crowd cheers as Donald stops to look around at the excitement from the fans.
Donald Deruty: Although there is a stipulation, if I win at One, S-PAC will be no more! If I win then S-PAC must disband!
The crowd cheers even louder as Donald looks at the entrance ramp like he is expecting someone.
Donald Deruty: Come on out Waylon, come on out and accept, its time for us to find out who is the better man, who really bled first!
“Criminals” by Big B plays, as Waylon steps out onto the entrance ramp, microphone in hand. The crowd boos loudly, not letting up when the music dies.
Waylon Cash: Jesus, would y'all shut up for a damn minute?
The crowd only grows louder in their hate.
Waylon Cash: Look D-day, I don't know what you're getting' at, but everyone knows I beat you last time. You bled first, and if this sport would bother to start usin' instant replay, they woulda told you that. I ain't got nothin' left to prove, so I'm gonna have to say no... unless...
Donald Deruty: I'm listening.
Waylon Cash: I will accept your match on two conditions. First of all, the match has gotta take place in a match that I've used to punish a number of wrestlers. A match that's guaranteed to take years off both of our careers. It's gonna be a Hardcore Hell match.
The crowd goes quiet, and looks to Deruty for his answer.
Donald Deruty: I have no problem with that.
Waylon Cash: As far as the other stipulation, if I you win, S-Pac is no longer a team, that's fine. If I win, Donald Deruty is no longer a wrestler. That's right, I'll put S-PAC on the line, but only if you put your career on the line. If I beat you, I never want to see your ass in a wrestlin' ring again. I want you to sit at home, and watch us continue to dominate, knowin' there ain't a damn thing you can do about it. So, waddaya say? You brave enough to put your career on the line?
D-Day thinks for a second, as the fans cheer him on.
Donald Deruty: You got it, and I can't wait to be the guy that finally destroys the last of the stables.
The crowd erupts, as Waylon stand son the ramp, a smirk plastered on his face. His music plays again, and he disappears behind the curtain, as D-Day looks on.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! A huge match just made for One. Waylon Cash versus Donald Deruty.
Zach Davis: If D-Day wins, S-PAC disbands, which is something a lot of us have been hoping for. However, if Waylon Cash wins, D-Day has to retire! A lot on the line at One.
Erin Robbins: Wait - What the hell is Freddy Whoa doing here?
Freddy Whoa disappears.
"8th Wonder" begins to play over the PA System and both members of The 8th Wonder are pushed onto the stage by a WCF staffer. The crowd responds with a huge ovation for the duo. The loud noise causes Kelvin Staylor to cover his ears as Markus Jayson waves his hand out at the crowd.
Staylor hurriedly powerwalks down the ramp toward the ring while Jayson takes his time and shakes his hands with every single person he walks by. Finally at ringside he slides into the ring and continues waving toward the crowd as Staylor sits in the corner in a fetal position.
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.
Zach Davis: Well fans, we're starting off with our main event as the first match of the night here. The one we've all been waiting for. BioWalker vs the 8th Wonder.
Biohazard and Markus Jayson both start off the match. They run at each other and tie up. They both jockey for the advantage, but neither of them can get it - turns out they're both equally matched, so they give up after several moments. Instead, Biohazard signals for a test of strength. Jayson obliges, and the two lock hands.
Erin Robbins: Neither of these teams are particularly used to winning, so this is going to be new territory for one of them.
Both Jayson and Biohazard try with all their might to get the advantage... but once again, neither can!, they're evenly matched.
Erin Robbins: Oh brother.
Biohazard breaks it away, shakes his head angrily, and marches over towards Walker. He tags Walker in. Walker enters and asks Jayson for another test of strength.
Zach Davis: Something tells me this time it might go a little different.
Jayson is either brave or stupid. Probably stupid. He engages in the test of strength with Walker, but Walker quickly has Jayson bent over backwards. Until the fans start chanting "EIGHTH WONDER!" which somehow miraculously gives Jayson super strength! He works his way back up, much to the surprise of Tyler Walker. Once Jayson is back to a vertical base, Walker kicks him in the gut and hits a Belly to Belly Throw.
Erin Robbins: Well at least someone finally has the advantage.
Kelvin Staylor quickly enters the ring and attacks Walker from behind, clubbing him in the head. This causes Biohazard to enter the ring and attack Kelvin Staylor... It's an all out brawl!
Zach Davis: Madness has broken loose here, PURE MADNESS!
Staylor brawls with Biohazard! Jayson brawls with Walker! Eventually Staylor is able to run at Biohazard and Clothesline him over the top, sending both men flying over and leaving only the legal men. Tyler Walker is able to throw Jayson to the ropes, and as he comes back, Jayson hits a double axehandle smash to the face!
Erin Robbins: BATTER UP!
Instead of going for the pin, Walker turns, looking for Biohazard to tag in. But he's not there, so Walker just keeps kicking at Jayson instead.
Zach Davis: Why didn't he go for the pin there!?
Erin Robbins: I'm not sure they even remember how to attempt to win, Zach.
Walker picks Jayson up but Jayson starts punching him in the gut. Walker doubles over and Jayson is able to hit him with a DDT! He then dives and tags in Staylor.
Zach Davis: HOT TAG! HERE COMES KELVIN STAYLOR! WHAT A DDT!
Staylor comes in and runs at Walker and hits him with several clubbing blows, sending him reeling. Biohazard quickly reaches and tags himself in.
Erin Robbins: Aanndd here comes Biohazard again.
Staylor hits a Dropkick on Walker, sending him flying out of the ring. Staylor then turns and gets hit with a Flying Headscissors from Biohazard! Biohazard attempts to lock in his Crossface.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Toxic Shock, maybe this'll end it!
Erin Robbins: God, I hope so.
No, amazingly, Staylor is able to break free before Biohazard gets the hold locked in. Staylor rolls away and tags Markus back in. Markus comes in and both 8th Wonder members measure Biohazard up...
Zach Davis: DOUBLE UPPERCUT! DOUBLE UPPERCUT! BY GOD THEY JUST HIT BIOHAZARD WITH A DOUBLE UPPERCUT!
Markus goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: The 8th Wonder wins it. Hooray, it's over!
The bell sounds and the 8th Wonder guys can't believe it, they've actually won a match! They take laps around the ring with their arms up in the air, celebrating wildly.
Zach Davis: What a day in WCF history. We'll be telling our grandkids about this, Erin.
The 8th Wonder leave the ring and run up the ramp, still celebrating. In the ring, Walker joins Biohazard, helping him up.
Erin Robbins: I'd say "good effort" by both these men, but... Well wait, what's going on here?
Biohazard is yelling at Walker, asking where he was, and why he didn't save him. Walker is trying to explain his side of the story and say he couldn't make it. Biohazard puts out his hand.
Zach Davis: PHEW. I hate seeing friends argue.
Walker shakes it as the fans cheer.
Erin Robbins: Almost thought they were going to fight -
BIOHAZARD SPITS TOXIC OOZE RIGHT IN TYLER WALKER'S FACE!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
The fans boo as Biohazard looks down at his fallen tag team partner and friend. Walker claws at his face in pain. Biohazard leaves the ring and heads to the back, looking angry.
Erin Robbins: BioWalker is no more, Biohazard has turned on Tyler Walker. I can't believe this.
Before we cut to a commercial we see a close up of a young fan in the audience, a little girl, with tears streaming down her face as she screams "WHY, BIOHAZARD, WHY!?"
We come back to ringside to find a heavily tattooed man standing in the middle of the ring with a unique hairstyle consisting of shaven sides but the top of his head has much longer dark brown hair and is slicked back, he has a thin beard and is dressed in a sleeveless blue denim jacket, a pair of blue denim jeans and a pair of black steel toe capped punk combat boots holding a bottle of Budweiser in one hand and a microphone in the other. The ring has been decorated in a punk rock style and in the centre of the ring is a large plasma television with the words ‘Too Drunk To Chat’ displayed on it in a punk styled text with the ‘A’ in the word ‘Chat’ designed as the Anarchy A largely associated with the punk rock community, also in the ring are two wooden bar stools, a microphone resting on one of them. ‘California Uber Alles’ by Dead Kennedys is playing through the speakers as the man in the ring is looking around at the sold out crowd.
Zach Davis: Well this is interesting…
Erin Robbins: Oh of course, looks like another boring rookie…
‘California Uber Alles’ slowly begins to fade as the man raises the microphone to his lips.
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, my name is Steele Matthews…yes it’s true…yet ANOTHER former NWA Superstar has signed on the dotted line to come and work for this very company…the Wrestling…Championship…Federation!
The fans cheer wildly and Matthews takes a swig of his lager before he continues.
Steele Matthews: Now, I know that all of you here at the American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, Texas are wondering what the Hell is going on here…
The fans cheer at the mention of their hometown causing Matthews to smile and take another swig of his lager before continuing.
Steele Matthews: Well I’ll tell you what this is…this is ‘Too Drunk To Chat’…the talk show where I invite a guest out to this ring, and I ask them whatever the Hell I want to ask them. It may get controversial, depending on who my guest is…it could get violent, again, depending on who my guest is. But, as much as I love a good old fashioned bar fight, something tells me I won’t need to resort to that with the very first guest who is going to be on this very show, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, give it up for, ‘The Final Frontier’…Jason…Weslow!
Matthews points to the stage as a soft smoke effect rises upon it, whilst the lights turn into a soft blue hue. As they do so, the opening strains of ‘Colors’ by Crossfade can be heard, as a figure reading a red hood over the top of a black and red robe comes out onto the stage. 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 foot of the ramp, he pulls down the hood, revealing himself to the audience as Jason Weslow.
Zach Davis: Well this is very interesting…
Erin Robbins: Really Zach? You find one boring rookie starting off some crappy little talk show and interviewing another boring rookie interesting? You need to get out more…
Weslow makes his way up the steel steps and walks across the apron and climbs through the ropes and into the ring, he picks up the free microphone as ‘Colors’ fades out, Matthews and Weslow shake hands before Matthews introduces him again.
Steele Matthews: Jason Weslow everyone! Thanks for joining me Jason on such short notice…
Weslow smiles, taking his seat on the spare barstool and looking at Matthews who also takes a seat.
Jason Weslow: Not a problem at all Steele, thanks for presenting me with the opportunity to be the inaugural guest on this show.
Matthews nods before taking yet another swig of his lager and asks.
Steele Matthews: Well I’m going to keep this short and sweet dude as I know you’ve got a match later on tonight to prepare for, but first I’d like to ask you, with how last week’s Slam was, with it being pot luck and everything and nobody knowing who they were facing till they went out there for the match, with that being your debut, did that aspect come into play? Did it make your debut harder to prepare for? What was going through your mind through the entire week leading up till that night?
Weslow slightly allows himself to laugh, as he prepares his answer.
Jason Weslow: Last week's ‘pot luck’ stipulation actually made it easier for me, honestly. It was something that meant that I had to expect anything and everything to occur, which is virtually what my life has been based off. Expecting the unexpected to occur; bracing myself for when it does. It was one of those instances where I knew I would have to research and scout any possible outcome and that's where I am most comfortable. Taking bits of any potential opponent and figuring out how best to mix and match it in order to work effectively against or with anybody.
Matthews nods, happy with Weslow’s answer before retorting with.
Steele Matthews: Well you were successful in your debut so congratulations, and this week you find yourself teaming with one of the three people who you teamed with last week in Makayla Cooper, a woman who I happen to know personally. After getting a feel of what it’s like to team with Mack, and vice versa with her getting a feel of what it’s like to team with you, do you think that will help you going into this match against Kevin and George! and speaking of those two, it seems as if they’re not very popular around here so what are your personal opinions on them?
Looking at Matthews, Weslow allows a calm expression to appear on his face.
Jason Weslow: Will the fact Mack and I teamed up last week play a role in cohesion and chemistry going into this week's encounter? I'd be lying if I said it wasn’t. It was definitely a pleasure to be in the ring with her last week; getting to see just how she operates just as she got to see how I operate. I've never been somebody who plays all his cards or ‘bullets’ as I call them in one sitting, so there's still a bit she doesn't know about me and vice versa. None of that is relevant to this week though; I'm sure that we'll be able to keep the cohesion going. As for Kevin and George? I honestly don't get myself involved in things that don’t pertain to them, but I will say as I said earlier this week- Focusing all your energy on Makayla isn't the direction that you should be taking for this match, but it's been their choice to do so. I can’t deny them the right to pay attention where they want, just remind them that I am the second component of the match; the one that will play a crucial role.
Again Matthews nods, taking another swig of his lager and stating.
Steele Matthews: Too true man, too true…anyway…I’m just about to wrap things up here so I have one final question for you. Recently you’ve been involved in what people like to call a ‘twitter war’ with a man by the name of Marco Valintine, this man has called you out and challenged you and you accepted. Now you may not be aware of this, but I know Marco pretty well, we used to be tag team partners and quite close as friends, but not anymore. What are your personal opinions on Marco and when you do end up facing him, do you believe you have the tools to defeat him? I know what the guy is like in the ring, he is very good, I’m not saying he’s the best though even though he claims he is, but how would you go about combating somebody like Marco?
Weslow simply looks at Matthews, a look of almost callous nature appearing in his eyes, before he lets out a laugh.
Jason Weslow: Ah, Marco's one of those people who believe that just because they could be mistaken for a stuntman on a movie set, that they possess all the intangibles that come with being a professional wrestler. Psychically, he's got a lot of gifts; is undoubtedly more naturally athletic than I am. But when it comes to the mental aspect, I've got him covered. I've got him well-scouted and have seen his type in the ring before. If he tries to enter a battle with me, he'll soon learn that his high-flying attributes won't get him far. For, what happens if he crashes and burns? I know I've got all the tools to beat him, as arrogant as it may sound. I've got the exact style that mixes in brawling with pure technical wrestling and can have him looking for an escape route. Am I looking forward to the encounter? Yes, I am.
Matthews yet again nods before getting to his feet and saying.
Steele Matthews: Well Jason, thank you for your time, it’s been a pleasure talking to you…
Weslow gets to his feet and once again the two shake hands before Matthews continues.
Steele Matthews: Good luck later on tonight and good luck against Marco…I’m sure later down the line we shall find ourselves facing off one night and I don’t know about you but I’ll sure as Hell enjoy taking you on…
Weslow begins to make his way to the ropes, smiling as he does so.
Jason Weslow: Thanks once again for having me as your guest. If we do have the chance to compete, I'll definitely be prepared for the challenge…
Weslow then exits the ring and places the microphone onto the apron as ‘Colors’ blasts out of the PA system and Weslow makes his way up the ramp to the back.
The crowd has been enthused by the quality of the matches that have been on display so far tonight; as shown by the wide array of signs that they have brought into the arena, and are holding up under the 'First Amendment' provision that allows them to do so. Even if some of the signs have wording that could easily be considered as cruel and harsh toward Sarah Twilight and Jonny Fly, among others. The cameras pan around, catching some of the signs that the fans in the first few rows are holding, as well as other signs that are scattered around the other various portions of the arena. The cameras soon focus on the center of the ring, which is where Kyle Steel is seen, standing with a microphone in his right hand; ready to announce the next match that shall be on this card.
Kyle Steel: The Following Match is a FATAL FOUR WAY and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!!!
The crowd pops for that, as the opening strains of "Space Truckin'" by Deep Purple begin to play, before Mod Deuce steps out onto the ramp, raising his huge wrench in the air, before doing the air guitar with the wrench, much to the fans amusement. He continues to headbang and air guitar on the wrench as he goes to the ring. The fans sing along with the chorus as he makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first. He hails from Detroit, Michigan and weighs in at three hundred and forty five pounds. He is "The Upgrade" Mod Duce!
Deuce gets to the ring and slides in below the bottom rope. He continues to air guitar and headbang, until the song either ends or is interrupted, to which he shrugs his shoulders and places the wrench in his corner.
Erin Robbins: Yawn, another newcomer trying to make a name for himself? Good luck with that. He'll probably be out of here as soon as he came in.
Zach Davis: Why do you have to be so pessimistic about newcomers? Sarah's not here, so you don't need to kiss up to her all the time.
Erin Robbins: I just so happen to agree with a lot of her beliefs! It's not kissing up, we just share a lot of common thoughts when it comes to the newcomers and W.C.F.
Zach rolls his eyes slightly, amused by the response that Erin gave him.
Zach Davis: OK. If you say so, i guess. Either way, I am looking forward to seeing Mod Duce here tonight; believe that he has a lot of potential.
Before Erin can reply, the beginning of "original gangster" by Ice-t starts to blare over the Public announce system and the Original Gangster comes out onto the stage. He is currently carrying a tommy gun and ak-47 and shoots both off in the air as hes walking down the ramp, paying no heed to the crowd's somewhat tame but mixed reaction to his arrival.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent. He hails from every slum and ghetto in the world and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is THE ORIGINAL GANGSTER!
The Original Gangster places his guns on the ringside steps before rolling into the ring and heading to his assigned corner, casting a slight glance over to Mod Duce, who returns the stare.
Erin Robbins: Another one who will be returning to the slums and ghettos of the world very shortly. I don't see him having much of a career, if any, here in the W.C.F.
Zach Davis: I think he'll be just fine. He definitely has a lot of potential; it'll be left to see if he can tap into that in the duration of this encounter.
"Cape Fear Suite" by Bernard Herrmann begins to play over the Public announce system as Caleb Fourchon appears on the stage, the crowd welcoming him with a parade of jeers and hisses. He doesn't seem to be bothered by that one singular iota; begins to methodically make his way down the ramp. He solely focuses his attention on the two opponents already standing in the ring, engaging them in a stare-down, in an attempt to acquire a mental advantage over them in the lead-in to the match.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent. He hails from Dulac, Louisiana and weighs in at two hundred and seventy-seven pounds. He is "The Cajun Crippler" CALEB FOURCHON!
He then Leaps onto the apron, before stepping over the ropes. When in the ring, he shoots a glance at the crowd, while Making a circuit around the ring still staring at them, before stopping at his corner, where he squats down on his haunches and waits.
Erin Robbins: I like Caleb; think he knows just what he has to do in this match. After all, Sarah wouldn't have hired him if she didn't see anything in him.
Zach Davis: Well, i do agree with you on the subject of his potential. Let's just let the match pan out first, before jumping to any conclusions.
The lights simultaneously dim on out through out the entire Wrestling Championship Federation arena. Over the PA Sound system “Power” as sung by Kanye West echoes across the arena. One single light flickers on and lights up the entrance ramp of where the black curtains can be seen, after a few minutes, The WCF tron flickers on and the words "Mr. G" flash across the screen in silver old English lettering as images of the number "3" flash before an image of Gabriel C. Mephisto III can be seen. As the image of Gabriel can be seen, the words "Gabriel C. Mephisto" flash across the screen in silver old English lettering. After a few minutes Gabriel himself rises on up from underneath the stage.
Kyle Steel: He hails from Chicago, Illinois... standing in at 6 foot 3 inches, and weighing in tonight at 226 pounds... he is "Mr. G"... GAAAAAAABRIEL C. MEEEEEPHISTO the Third!!!
The arena floods with jeers and hatred as his name is heard, once heard Gabriel C. Mephisto III continues to look out into the darkness that surrounds around him, before slowly making his way on down to the ring, his silhouette being lit up by the flickering light that can be seen shining down upon him. Once at ringside Mephisto walks atop the awaiting steel steps, once atop of the steel steps he climbs atop the nearest turnbuckle, arched atop of it as he looks out into the rows of nearby screaming fans, as he does he throws his arms out viva la (Randy Orton style) as he continues to get booed from the fans before jumping down from the top and awaiting the match to begin.
Erin Robbins: Gabriel or Caleb. Two men that are definitely the favorites in this match; should have no problems handling the "challenge" that Mod Duce or The Original Gangster wish they could bring.
Zach Davis: Any one of these four men could end up winning the match. What makes you so certain that it'll be either Caleb or Gabriel?
Erin Robbins: They're actually talented, for one.
Zach Davis: I think either one of the four could win, but i digress.
The referee calls all the competitors into the center of the ring, where he looks at them, explaining the rules **tradition, but a moot point in this match, as there arent really many, if any, rules to speak of** before Kyle walks over to the ropes; stepping through them and walking over to the vacant seat next to the timekeeper, sitting down. That is the signal for the referee to call for the bell.
DING DING DING
Gabriel and Mod Duce engage in a test of strength to begin this encounter, as do The Original Gangster and Caleb. All four men attempt to acquire an early advantage upon their foes, as Mod Duce is able to drive a knee into the stomach of Gabriel, before hitting him with a clubbing blow to the back that causes him to grasp at it slightly- only to then be quickly lifted and dropped to the mat with a scoop slam. Duce decides not to keep his foe grounded, lifting him to his feet and looking for a second scoop slam, but this time Gabriel is able to wriggle his body free of the grasp and somewhat shove Duce about two feet in front of him after dropping behind him; on his feet. Caleb soon acquires an advantage on The OG and nails a huge standing big boot to floor the bigger but lankier foe, causing him to grasp the back of his head; leaving himself open for Fourchon to stomp his prone body repeatedly. At the same time that is occurring, Mod has whipped Gabriel into the corner, looking for a Corner Avalanche, which Mephisto is able to avoid, sending Duce crashing into the padded; open to be hit with a dropkick that does little more than stagger the bigger man. He goes instead for a double leg take down, but Mod- showing surprising agility, is able to maneuver his way by Gabriel and hit him with a sharp kick to the spine instead.
Erin Robbins: Just as i had predicted, Caleb has the control early. There's no chance he'll be letting up so you might as well hand him the victory now.
Zach Davis: I wouldn't say no chance, but i understand what you're hinting at.
Gabriel winces as he grabs his back, but Mod isn't having any of it- he lifts his foe up; bringing him over Mod's head and dropping backwards onto the mat to deliver a brutal Butterfly suplex, at the same time that the OG is leveled with a Throat Thrust Uppercut by The Cajun Crippler, who then shoots a glance in Mod's direction, hinting at a Brawl, while Mod catches the glance but doesn't really pay any heed to it, instead dropping a knee into Gabriel's spine, causing a piercing yelp of agony to be heard throughout the arena. Caleb hits a short arm clothesline to the staggering OG, but his follow up knee drop attempt hits mat, as the OG rolled out of the way, managing to slowly work his way back to his feet- although Caleb was able to get up at a similar rate and engage in another collar and tie lock up. Mod lifts Gabriel to his feet in the process, slightly getting shoved off before a follow up chop from Mephisto ensures a reaction from the fans.
Mod replies with a chop of his own.
Gabriel fires back another back handed chop, but does it in machine gun fashion, three of them in a row.
He then follows that up by attempting an Irish whip, but Mod is able to instead pull him in and hit a flattening belly to belly suplex, at the same time that the OG hits a stalling vertical suplex on Caleb, causing Fourchon to grasp at his own back as both Duce and The OG stand up, slightly inching toward one another, but also tentative about the possibility of having to go one on one with each other.
Erin Robbins: Yawn, come on Gabriel. Come on Caleb. Ensure that we're not bored to sleep by having to watch these two go at it.
They then turn to their respective grounded foes and pick them up, whipping them into opposite corners, before nailing them with stereo corner avalanches and smiling as Caleb and Gabriel drop to the mat, battered and bruised before Mod once again goes to Lift Gabriel, only to be slung into the ringpost and rolled up for a quick cover.
Mod Duce is easily able to power out of the pin, slowly lifting himself up as he allows his attention to slightly be wavered by The OG going for a pinfall, having connected with a Double A Spinebuster from The Cajun Crippler's rebound off the ropes.
Caleb slightly raises his right shoulder off the mat, but the OG doesn't care. He just looks at Caleb, shouts some trash into his face and goes for another Irish whip- only this time, Caleb delivers a low blow before hitting a lightning fast snap DDT that leaves both men flat on the mat. OG in a supine position, Caleb in a prone position. Mod Duce then lifts Gabriel up and sends him flying out of the ring; crashing onto the protective matting below. Slightly smiling, Mod then makes his way over to the commotion between Caleb and OG, before pulling Caleb by the hair and press slamming him face first into the mat. He then does the same to OG. Smiling, he then lifts both up and hits body slams on each, smirking as the crowd begin to rally behind him.
Zach Davis: Looks like Mod has this match won.
Mod lifts OG up and tosses him out of the ring. He then measures Caleb as he stumbles to his feet.
Erin Robbins: He's gonna finish him off!
But no! Caleb sidesteps a kick from Mod and then kicks Mod in the gut himself before lifting him...
Zach Davis: LAGNIAPPE BOMB! HE HITS IT!
Before he can go for the pin, Mephisto starts attacking Fourchon from behind. Fourchon shrugs the attacks off and spins around, grabbing Mephisto after a stiff strike..
Erin Robbins: And there is his Gator Roll.
Fourchon quickly puts Mephisto into his Single Leg Hook Camel Clutch.
Zach Davis: Cocodrie Clutch applied!
Mod Deuce is up and dives to break it up!..
Erin Robbins: Too late! Mephisto taps out!
The bell sounds as Mod Deuce breaks up the hold. Too little, too late. Fourchon rolls away and gets his arm raised as Deuce curses to himself.
Zach Davis: Great match by all involved!, but tonight Fourchon picks up the win.
Erin Robbins: No interference from RaYne as we may have expected, but you've gotta wonder if that had Deuce distracted!
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
Zach Davis: Oh boy, here comes Mack. She has won the affection of one of her opponents tonight, George.
Erin Robbins: More like she is getting harassed by him.
Zach Davis: Shut up you NERD!
Erin Robbins: Here we go.
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. 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: And here comes the rookie who has made quite a splash in the WCF.
Zach Davis: I hope he is ready to get NERD SMASHED! Haha.
Erin Robbins: Zach shut up.
Zach Davis: THE NERD SMASHERS ARE NEXT!
The Monday Night Football theme hits the PA George and Kevin walk out. They start breaking it down on the entryway as women throw their underwear at them. They throws them back, but Kevin always keeps a pair and puts in his left pocket since he’s left handed. They walk down the ramp slapping hands with the fans, but when George sees a NNEERRDDD, he punches them in the face as Kevin tackles one. Then they slide into ring and pose on the turnbuckles as the fans cheer them.
Erin Robbins: Is George wearing a suit?
Zach Davis: This is so awesome.
George grabs a mic before the match begins, and goes up to Makayla. He gets down on one knee.
George!: Cooper, you are the hottest piece of ass in the locker room. Would you like to be my Nerdette smasher…for life? Marry me?
Kevin and Jason watch on. This is weird.
Zach Davis: This is weird.
Erin Robbins: Yeah.
Makayla stands there, looking disgusted, when Jason runs up and kicks George right in the chest. He stumbles backward. Kevin decides that wasn’t nice and goes after Jason, who picks Kevin up and slams him down in a firemans carry. Jason begins stomping Kevin as George and Makayla get in their positions on the apron as the bell rings. Jason picks Kevin up and slams him back down with a clothesline. He makes his way to the top.
Zach Davis: Is it going to be over this fast.
Erin Robbins: I think so, he is going for The Black Reign.
But George shakes the ropes, making Jason come down hard, on his crotch, on the turnbuckle. Kevin tags in George, who promptly grabs a chair. He is going to end this soon. But he sets it up in the corner and begins trying to have a conversation with Makayla. She is shaking her head, facepalming, as Jason goes under the ring and grabs a Kendo Stick. He smacks George in the head with it, and he falls to the ground. Makayla puts her hand out, she wants the tag. Jason tags her in, and she instantly starts pounding on George. She picks him up and puts him in the turnbuckle, but Kevin comes in and clotheslines her to the ground. George walks over to him and pushes him. Kevin pushes George.
Zach Davis: Looks like George didn’t like how Kevin knocked down his woman.
Erin Robbins: She is not his woman.
Zach Davis: Shut up, Ya NERD!
George and Kevin are seven pushes into a pushing match when Jason reenters the ring, pushes George out of the way, and hits Kevin with a Death Note. George, mad about this, spins around Jason…
Zach Davis: NERD KILLER!
Erin Robbins: I don’t believe this.
George then turns to Makayla who is getting up. He grabs her face and smooches her. Smooches her for a long time. She struggles, trying to get out of it, but he won’t let go. For a good ten seconds. Finally, breaking his hold, he throws his hands up, like he won. She jumps up though…
Erin Robbins: BAZINGA!
Zach Davis: That had to hurt, he came right down on that chair he had set up so he could talk to her. Poor guy.
She makes the cover, and the ref counts…
The bell rings as the ref raises Makayla and Jason’s hand.
Zach Davis: Well, its looks like the Nerdette Smasher just won this match.
Erin Robbins: George is smiling…
And sure enough, he may be defeated…but he has a giant smile on his face. The bell rings, declaring Jason Weslow and Makayla Cooper the winners and the referee holds up their hands when suddenly, ‘Penance’ by Device blasts over the speakers and Chelsea Black Armstrong and Stacy Robinson walk out onto the stage. They make their way to the ring as Weslow looks confused but with a shrug of his shoulders slides out of the ring and gives the women a wave before disappearing behind the curtain to the back.
Zach Davis: Well this is an unexpected surprise…
Erin Robbins: More boring rookies…hooray…not.
Kevin and George! are still laid out on the mat. Cooper motions for a microphone and comes to stand between her two friends. She exchanges a smile with both of them before raising the microphone to her lips.
Makayla Cooper: Well I suppose you were all were curious about our actions during Chelsea's title match two weeks ago at Slam, where we gave Adam Young, 'The Villain' what we like to call, a de-bitching. Now I must thank Mr. Young a little bit here because it was from his very colourful promo that we were able to give our little makeover a name, this...
Cooper takes something from Stacy's hand and holds up a large paper grocery bag with a large yellow smiley face on it.
Makayla Cooper: This is the tool and we are the ones that use it…our goal is to teach people a lesson. The three of us...a Trinity of women are making a stand against the tyranny in WCF. It started with Adam Young and it will continue with these two…
Cooper hands the microphone to Chelsea and walks over to George! and puts the bag in her hand over his groggy head. Chelsea is holding another bag but begins to speak before making a move.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: For months now I have sat rather quietly in this company watching chaos erupt around me. Some will laugh and say I have been in the middle of most of it but answer me this...did I ever start it? No! I was simply a victim in everything that has been brought upon me.
Looking down at the bag in her hand a smirk falls over her ruby lips before she looks out over the arena.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: It is time for the people in this company to allow a smile to show now and then...to expand their vocabulary and accept that a new era in WCF is coming and it is coming fast. It is time that things are a little happier around here...it started two weeks ago and it continues now with these two men.
Walking over she stands over Kevin putting the bag over his head before smiling and raising the microphone once again.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: How does it feel to be part of the de-bitching of WCF?
Standing up she walks back over by the two girls before passing the microphone to Stacy.
Stacy: Even though I haven’t exactly had much time in the ring…I mean I’ve only had two matches here on Slam and one was when I was pregnant because of that stupid bitch in charge, Sarah Twilight…but even though I’ve only been in action a couple of times…when I got the call from Chelsea, telling me the idea she and Mack had come up with, I jumped at the chance to take it…
Stacy looks at Kevin and George! with the bags over their heads and she laughs before continuing.
Stacy Robinson: You see, the three of us stand for how all women should be like in the world. We’re not fakes…we don’t care about being better than everyone else…we don’t pretend to be someone we’re not…because let’s be honest…the women in the world who are like that are massive bitches!
The fans cheer wildly agreeing with Stacy’s words before she continues.
Stacy Robinson: The men as well are even worse, the kind of men who care about being better than everyone else, who pretend to be someone they aren’t…people like these idiots here…they go around calling everyone nerds and think they’re funny and better than everyone! It’s pathetic…but now that the Trinity are here, the de-bitching will continue…we guarantee it!
Stacy then drops the microphone and the three women raise their arms up together standing over the groggy Kevin and George! looking down at them and laughing.
We cut backstage to see Matt Robinson and the Television Champion, Chelsea Black Armstrong walking down the corridor towards her locker room. They appear to be in deep conversation as they continue to discuss their upcoming match.
Matt: Are you sure you're ready for this Chels?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Do I really have a choice? I have to be ready whether I am or not at this point.
Matt gives Chelsea a concerned, almost brotherly look as they continue walking together.
Matthew Robinson: Well this is a tag team match, if you want to leave me to do most of the work I'll understand...
Chelsea Black Armstrong: No, I can't do that. I wouldn't be much of a champion if I put the match on my partner. I'll compete...I just feel sorry for our opponents on whatever my actions may be. I'm not promising I’ll play nice.
Matthew Robinson: Okay, just remember that I'm your tag team partner, I don't want to receive another beating from you like I did last week...
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I'll try my best...it's not my fault you're an easy target.
Chelsea and Matt laugh as they finally reach the locker room door, pushing it open and stepping into the room. Clearly visible upon the table is a large present, wrapped in black paper with a pink bow tied around it. Next to the gift is a small gift tag which Chelsea immediately picks up.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Do you know anything about this?
Matthew Robinson: Nope, even if I did, Seifer would have probably told me to keep my mouth shut anyway...
Chelsea begins to read the gift tag.
Matthew Robinson: What's it say?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: “I saw this and thought of you, Happy Thanksgiving.” Are you sure you don't know about this?
Matthew Robinson: I'm sure, Seifers Canadian, I didn't think he'd do anything for Thanksgiving...
Chelsea begins to unwrap the gift, immediately a foul smell hits her in the face. The smell is so disgusting it almost makes her throw up and she begins to gag. She lifts up the lid of the box to reveal some black tissue paper, within the tissue paper is a dead cat. The cat is missing most of its fur and its eyes are bulging out of its skull, this poor animal had been dead for a long long time. Chelsea almost immediately throws the box across the room, letting out a disgusted scream.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: That is not from Seifer!
Matthew Robinson: Fucking hell that stinks!
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Who in the hell would do that!
Matthew Robinson: Someone who is fucked up in the head that's who!
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Even then, a dead cat! They have to be beyond fucked up in the head.
Matthew Robinson: Wait a minute...what if it was Lilith? She's definitely beyond fucked up in the head...
Chelsea Black Armstrong: You know I had a feeling she was back when I saw that video a few weeks ago...I swear if that crazy bitch interrupts our match and makes me lose my championship...
Matthew Robinson: Relax Chels, if she does get involved in the match, if she somehow manages to get you down, she's got me to deal with as well, with Seifer gone I feel responsible for making sure nothing bad happens to you...
Matt gives Chelsea a reassuring smile, placing his hand upon her shoulder.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I trust you...she just better hope for her own good that I don’t get my hands on her. Anyway I better go check on Mack, she volunteered to babysit Shelley tonight. Figured we could give Stac a break from watching her.
Matthew Robinson: Okay, don't let this crap worry you, she's trying to get inside your head.
Grabbing her wrestling gear, Chelsea heads out of her locker room. The scene fades to black as Matt investigates the mysterious “gift”.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a triple threat match to determine the number one contender to the Internet Championship.
Zach Davis: This will be an interesting match-up, with a former Internet Champion, a former challenger, and a newcomer.
Erin Robbins: With what Doc Henry has been saying, he's lucky Ms. Twilight let him have this match.
Zach Davis: Either way, this should be interesting, and here we go!
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, 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 titillation, the embodiment of exceptional and The Quintessential Ladies Man Marco Valintine!
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.
Erin Robbins: Over here Marco, over here!
Zach Davis: Get down off the table Erin. Try to be professional for a change.
Erin Robbins: Stick in the mud!
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 245 lbs, Jorge Diaz!
Jorge Diaz walks out while "Fuck DAT Bitch" By Young Dro blasts through the PA system. Jorge slides under the bottom rope and raises one arm, with a closed fist.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent, from Griffen, Georgia, weighing in at 245 lbs...Doc 'The Cock' Henry!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps through the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
DING DING DING
The competitors circle each other, Diaz and Valintine locking up as Henry leans on the ropes, still talking with Mary.
Zach Davis: Interesting tactic by Doc Henry.
Erin Robbins: Whats the matter Doc, too 'violent' for you?
Zach Davis: Impartial Erin, remember?
Marco gains the advantage on Diaz with a series of stiff kicks to the midsection, staggering his opponent and driving him back against the ropes. He Irish whips him into the far ropes, Doc stepping aside as Diaz bounces past. On the return, Valintine looks for a dropkick, hitting Diaz on the chin and knocking him to the mat.
Zach Davis: Valintine's showing his quickness here tonight
Erin Robbins: Is he ever!
Zach Davis: For god's sake Erin, keep it in your pants.
With his opponent down, Marco runs toward Henry, launching a dropkick at the leaning man. His opponent sidesteps and Marco sails over the top rope, catching himself on the top rope and hanging on.
Zach Davis: Another veteran move by Henry, sidestepping the quick Valintine
Erin Robbins: Pussy! Can't take a kick?
Doc fires a right into the side of Valintine's head, knocking him to the floor, and turns in time to catch a dropkick from a recovered Diaz, knocking him into the corner. Diaz follows up with a low blow kick, doubling Henry over and clutching his jewels.
Erin Robbins: How's that feel Doc? Kick him again Jorge!
Marco climbs up on the apron and grabs Henry's arms, pinning him in the corner.
Zach Davis: Henry's in trouble now, it's two-on-one
Erin Robbins: Good, he deserves this for defying Ms. Twilight!
Seeing an opening, Jorge runs to the far corner and rushes back, spring-boarding into an enziguiri...
Zach Davis: Henry ducks! Marco just caught that kick on the chin!
Marco clutches the ropes, barely staying on the apron as Jorge tracks Henry across the ring. Henry, still staggered from the low blow turns to find Diaz, only to catch another low blow from his opponent, driving him against the ropes.
Erin Robbins: I guess the Cock isn't so tough now!
Zach Davis: Jorge with the Irish whip, he's looking for the Tango Drop.
Diaz uses the momentum to Irish whip the southerner across the ring, looking for the Tango Drop on the return. Henry blocks it and hits the Gambler's Hand.
Zach Davis: Henry hits the Gambler's Hand! Nice reversal by the cagey veteran!
Erin Robbins:Impartiality Zach!
Zach Davis: Shut up Erin!
He turns to catch a dropkick from Marco, knocking him to the mat. Valintine leaps quickly to the top rope and launches off with a moonsault, impacting on Henry and rolling to his feet.
Erin Robbins: Yes! hit him again Marco! Make him bleed!
Zach Davis: Valintine uses his speed again, and now he's got both men down. Can he capitalize on the chance?
Seeing Diaz on his back as well, Marco runs up the opposite set of ropes and launches a moonsault onto Jorge, who gets his knees up, knocking Marco to the side, rolling and clutching his ribs.
Zach Davis: Reversal by Diaz! He might have broken ribs!
Erin Robbins: Not him, get Henry! Damn, someone hit Henry!
Jorge wastes no time and launches a series of kicks to Valintine's bruised ribs, causing his opponent to roll away in pain, rolling out of the ring to recover. Turning his attention to Henry, he sees Doc roll out of the ring as well. With a look at both opponents, Diaz begins to dance the tango.
Zach Davis: Diaz dances the Tango, the dance of love.
Erin Robbins: But he's alone.
Zach Davis: Fitting, isn't it?
Meanwhile Marco is walking around the outside of the ring, looking for Henry, who is leaning on the railing, watching Diaz with a look of disgust.
Valintine takes a run at Henry, but Doc catches him out of the corner of his eye and is ready with a spine-buster, driving his opponent to the floor.
Zach Davis: Henry proving why he's a former champion with that quick counter.
Erin Robbins: He makes me sick.
He picks him up and rolls him back into the ring and grabs a chair from ringside as he follows.
Diaz stops dancing as Marco is rolled into the ring, and eyes both opponents carefully. Doc advances on Jorge wit chair in hand, and swings for the fences. Diaz ducks the shot and steps to the side, launching a super-kick, which Henry barely sidesteps before cracking him with the chair in the side of the head. Diaz drops to the mat, a trickle of blood coming from his ear.
Zach Davis: Boom Chairshot!
Erin Robbins: Great, now Frank will sue us.
Zach Davis: Frank who?
Henry turns to Marco, who has regained his feet and is running at him, spring-boarding off the near ropes to launch a clothesline at Henry. Henry side steps the clothesline, and Marco rolls through to his feet, turning to catch a chair shot in the face, dropping like a rock.
Zach Davis: Now both men are down. Henry could pin either one.
Erin Robbins: Just one chair shot, is that too much to ask?
Zach Davis: He gave us two chair shots. Wait, what's he doing?
Henry drops the chair between the two men, and looks toward the backstage area.
Doc Henry: Happy Twilight?
With that, he rolls out of the ring and collecting Mary heads to the back.
Zach Davis: He's just walking away! Doc Henry is just walking away!
Erin Robbins: He can't do that! He's not allowed!
Zach Davis: tell him that Erin...tell him that!
Slowly but surely, Valintine rolls over and slings his arm across Diaz.
Erin Robbins: Not sure that I'm a fan of how he did it but Marco Valintine will face Zombie McMorris at One!
The bell sounds as Valintine celebrates.
Zach Davis: Mostly due to the tomfoolery of Doc Henry. What's up with that?
"Wagon Wheel" by Darius Rucker blasts through the PA system. The crowd doesn't know whether to cheer or boo, so they stay silent. Chris Davidson jumps out of the plastic tunnel with a cowboy hat on his head. He walks down the ramp, the rednecks all start dancing to the music and singing along. Chris does the same.
"Heading down south to the land of the pines
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
The music cuts off, Chris Davidson grabs a mic.
Chris Davidson: Hey, where we at tonight?
Crowd: TEXAS, TEXAS, TEXAS!!!
Chris laughs with joy.
Chris Davidson: This reminds me of my home in Ohio. So last Wednesday I faced Mountain Dew Bob, in a match. I beat him in under a minute, yadda, yadda. That was my debut. And next week I will make my debut on this show! And I will leave my mark, and I mean a big black eye on the face of my opponent. I would prefer it to be Jorge Diaz, just to show that little prick, how real men fight! No dancing in between-
The Mountain Dew theme hits the sounds system and out comes Mountain Dew Bob driving a mini Mountain Dew truck, and the fans erupt with cheers, once he gets out of the truck he hands out free Mountain Dew to the audience before getting in the ring.
Mountain Dew Bob grabs a mic, he puts it inside a cut up Mountain Dew Can.
Bob: You did not beat me you-
Chris clothelines Bob, he picks him up and locks on the Muscle Lock. Mountain Dew Bob repeatedly taps out but Chris won't let go. Bob turns red, then purple. Chris drops him.
Crowd: WE WANT MORE!!
Chris Davidson: I won't be competing tonight but I assure you that this next match will be a slobber knocker!
The crowd cheers as "Wagon Wheel" hits the PA system one last time. Chris leaves Bob laying out cold in the ring as he lives.
So rock me momma like a wagon wheel
Zach Davis: Our next match will be featuring four competitors fighting for an opportunity to go after the People's championship at One, going up against the People's Champion Denise D'Evil.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if Kyle steel is already in the ring for the match introductions.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a number one contender's match for the WCF People's Cha-a-ampi-ionshi-ip.
"Absolute Zero" by Stone Sour begins to play and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase Michaels who is 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 slowly make their way down to ringside.
Kyle Steel: First.. coming to the ring... residing from Bakersfield, California... weighing in at 220 pounds.... this is The Lone Wolf Cha-a-ase Mi-i-ichae-ae-aels!!
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 waiting for the next opponent.
Zach Davis: That Chase Michaels sure looks confident.
Erin Robbins: Um... yea!! He sure looks... like something. Mmm.
Zach Davis: ERIN!! Would you please keep your mind on the match please.
Erin Robbins: Um, yea. Sure. Whatever.
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice: I'll make you famous.
"Rooster" by Alice in Chains starts playing as Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black and a Rebel flag is flying on the WCFtron behind him. He just stares at the ring and then starts walking towards the ring with a dead evil stare.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... hailing from Abilene, Texas. Weighing in at 240 pounds... This is The Villain... Ada-a-am You-ou-oung!!
He doesn't seem to notice the fans as he keeps staring 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: With Chase Michaels and Adam Young already in the ring, this is already leading into an interesting match up.
The drumbeat of "Taylor Made" by The Real Mackenzies marks a cadence as Cormack MacNeill walks out, heading towards the ring. As the bagpipes start to kick in, MacNeill is walking faster, with his eyes on the ring.
Kyle Steel: From Nova Scotia, Canada weighing in at 265 pounds. This is Co-o-orma-a-aack MacNei-ei-eill
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his hands in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the last competitor to come to the ring.
Erin Robbins: We have three out of the four competitors. Now, all we need is Night Rider.
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: From The dark side of Hell, weighing in at 335 pounds... this is Ni-i-ight Ri-i-ider-er-er-r!!
A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.
Zach Davis: And this number one contender's match is underway.
All four competitors circle the ring, with each one keeping a close eye on the others.
Erin Robbins: Rules, in this match, is simple. The first one to get a pin or a submission, gets the victory.
Zach Davis: There are no disqualifications, in this match, per Sarah Twilight's orders.
Adam Young and Chase Michaels collide in the center, of the ring. Night Rider and Cormack MacNeill just point and snarl at each other, before bolting towards each other...
Erin Robbins: This crowd has jumped out of their seats and is going absolutely crazy as Night Rider and Cormack MacNeill proceed to pummel each other with lefts, rights and kicks!!
Chase Michaels nails Adam young with a quick snap suplex. Young arches his back as he wails out in temporary pain. Michaels goes to grab for Young...
The head shot echoes throughout The Pepsi Center.
Michaels grabs the side of his face, as he slightly stumbles back, which give Adam Young ample enough time to stand back up. MacNeill and Night Rider struggle back and forth as they try to gain a possible advantage. Both big men are tussling around against the ropes, until they get to a nearby corner, where Night Rider has his back against the turnbuckles. Immediately, WCF Senior referee Stanley Moser tries to get in between the two snarling behemoths.
Stanley Moser: Alright, you two!! Both of you better let go of each other before I count to five... ONE!!
Erin Robbins: It looks as if both men are ignoring the referee.
Night Rider tries to put his hands in the face, of Cormack MacNeill, who is keeping on the pressure on Night Rider.
Stanley Moser: ONE!! I'm NOT playing around gentlemen!! Better get your asses out of this corner!! NOW!! TWO!!
While the referee is dealing with Rider and MacNeill, Young approaches a stumbling Michaels...
Zach Davis: The Villain Irish whips the Lone Wolf in the ropes.
Michaels bounces off the ropes and bolts towards Young, who swings wildly.
Erin Robbins: Adam Young goes for a clothesline, Chase Michaels ducks and bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER!!
Young picks a stunned Michaels...
Erin Robbins: REVERSE STO!!
Stanley Moser: FOUR!! ALRIGHT!! IF I GET TO FIVE, BOTH YOU ARE OUT OF THIS MATCH!!
Erin Robbins: Stanley Moser cannot do that!!
Zach Davis: Yes he can. He's the official of this match.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight won't stand for this!!
As the referee gets to the five count...
Stanley Moser: FIV...
Cormack MacNeill backs away with his hands held up high.
Zach Davis: That no good, filthy son of a...
Erin Robbins: ZACH!!
Night Rider pops MacNeill with a quick fist to the face. MacNeill stumbles back, Rider grabs his opponent...
Zach Davis: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is going for the pin.
The referee slides into position.
Zach Davis: Adam Young breaks up the pin attempt.
Young popped Night Rider with a lunging double axe handle to the back, of the head. All that did was make Night Rider pick his head up and glare right at The Villain.
Crowd: OU-U-U-U!! NIGHT RIDER IS GONNA KI-ILL YOU-OU-OU!!
Night Rider stands up and slowly approaches Adam Young. The crowd cheers loudly as Chase Michaels comes running.
Zach Davis: HERE COMES CHASE MICHAELS!!
Night Rider catches Michaels off guard with a discus clothesline, then ceremoniously tosses Michaels over the top rope.
Erin Robbins: And there goes Chase Michaels.
Night Rider pushes Adam Young into the turnbuckles and then proceeds to pummel him.
WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!- WHAM!
The crowd counts along with the punches.
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT!! NINE!!! TE-E-ENN-N!!!!
Out of nowhere...
Zach Davis: Here comes Cormack MacNeill!!
MacNeill nails Night Rider with a clothesline to the back of the neck. Rider stumbles forward, as Young staggers up...
Erin Robbins: STO ON THE MIDDLE TURNBUCKLE!!
Young throws up his arms and loudly cheers from that STO. But, MacNeill spins The Villain around.
Zach Davis: POWER SLAM!!
Erin Robbins: LEG DROP!!
MacNeill stands up.
Zach Davis: Where in the heck he come from?!?
Chase Michaels was already perched on the top turnbuckle. The Lone Wolf flies off the top turnbuckle...
Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels nails Cormack MacNeill with a diving knee strike!!
Michaels walks over to a stunned Adam Young and drops a twisting elbow drop.
Zach Davis: A second twisting elbow drop!!
Erin Robbins: A THIRD TWISTING ELBOW DROP!!
Zach Davis: Michaels is going for the pin!!
Night Rider nails Michaels with a double fist to Michaels' back. Rider picks up The Alpha Predator and slaps his chest with a karate chop!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider grabs Chase Michaels and whips him into the ropes. Michaels bounces off the ropes. The closer Chase Michaels gets towards Night Rider, his eyes gets larger.
Erin Robbins: Did the big man just nail Chase Michaels with a dropkick?!
Night Rider is kneeling close to Chase Michaels after the dropkick, with a huge grin over his face. Rider slpas his hands together as if slapping something off from them.
Night Rider: It was THAT easy!!
Rider grabs Michaels and roughly tosses him into a corner... HARD!! The Lone wolf ends up not staying in the corner, but bouncing off the turnbuckles and stumbles out...
Zach Davis: BEARHUG!!
Instantly, almost out of complete instinct, Chase Michaels slaps the ears of Night Rider.
Chase Michaels: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!
But, Night Rider clinches on harder, with the bear hug. Rider shaking the almost limp Michaels...
Erin Robbins: Once again, out of desperation, Chase Michaels slaps the ears of Night Rider.
Rider shakes his head and once again squeezes down onto Michaels.
Zach Davis: Two more ear slaps and Night Rider still doesn't let go!!
Both Adam Young and Cormack MacNeill stand up. Young charges at MacNeill...
Erin Robbins: Young erroneously charges at the big man from Nova Scotia.
Young just crashes into MacNeill, falling butt first onto the mat. MacNeill grabs Young and picks him up over his head. Young looks down and screams out....
Adam Young: NO-O-O-o-o-o-o!!
Young falls as MacNeill still having a death grip on him, slams him down onto the mat.
Zach Davis: An overhead press into a massive... MASSIVE power slam!!
Young tries to scramble up, but that gave Cormack MacNeill enough time to run to the ropes and bounce off the ropes.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is not aware of a charging Cormack MacNeill!!
Erin Robbins: A RUNNING KNEE LIFT!!
Adam Young falls down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels bops the ears of Night Rider.
Night Rider lets go of Michaels, in which The Lone Wolf takes the opportunity to....
Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels kicks the gut of Night Rider.
Zach Davis: DDT!!!
Erin Robbins: Michaels is going for the pin!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NO-O-O-O-O-O!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider kicks out.... barely!!
Michaels walks away from Night Rider and walks towards Adam Young. Cormack MacNeill walks towards a fallen Night Rider. Young sees Chase Michaels walking towards him...
The Villain got nasty with a dropkick to the knees of The Alpha Predator!!
Chase Michaels: AHHH-H-H-H!!
Young grabs the legs of Michaels and pulls him closer to the ring ropes. Young places the right leg of Michaels on the second ring rope. With both hands on the top rope, Adam Young leaps up and slams down his backside down onto the propped up leg of Chase Michaels.
Erin Robbins: This match ended up more than expected.
Adam Young grabs Chase Michaels with the right arm around his neck and grabs the right leg of Michaels with his left arm. the crowd srand up and watch Adam Young toss Chase Michaels...
Zach Davis: EXPLODER SUPLEX!!
Michaels rolls after impact, but has enough sense to quickly stand up, wobbles a bit as Adam Young charges at Michaels...
Erin Robbins: Where did Chase Michaels get the strength to do that?!?!
The Lone Wolf nails The Villain with a sitout side slam spinebuster.
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels is not done!!
Michaels grabs Adam Young to his knee...
Erin Robbins: DDT!!
Young rolls onto his back. Chase Michaels looks around the crowd, who are now going ecstatically crazy. That gives Chase Michaels enough incentive to run to the corner and climb to the top turnbuckle. Michaels rolls his own shoulders back and forth, while he had his arms extended out. Michaels leaps and....
Zach Davis: FROG SPLASH!!!
Cormack MacNeill picks up Night Rider.
Erin Robbins: It looks like a vertical suplex.
But, Cormack MacNeill holds Night Rider up in the air...
Zach Davis: ...four... five... six... seven... eight...
Erin Robbins: That was a nasty vertical suplex!!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL!!
Night Rider just stands up immediately. MacNeill was at the ringropes, cheering with the crowd, at the direction of the commentary table.
Erin Robbins: TURN AROUND YOU IDIOT!!
Curiously MacNeill slowly turns around....
Night Rider slams a few massive fist into the face of Cormack MacNeill. Rider tosses his massive opponent into the ropes. As MacNeill bounces off the ropes, Night Rider was already there to smash him with a flying forearm.
Zach Davis: That massive blow has caused Cormack MacNeill to fall out of the ring.
MacNeill falls through the top and middle ring rope and lands hard on the ring apron, before falling down on the ringside area, like a sack of potatoes. Night Rider is already perched on the top turnbuckle and waits. MacNeill slowly stands up, with face full of pain...
Night Rider nails Cormack MacNeill with a flying clothesline. Both men crash hard onto the ringside mats. Michaels grabs Young...
Erin Robbins: SNAP SUPLEX!! CHASE MICHAELS IS NOT FINISHED!!
Michaels grabs Adam Young...
Zach Davis: T-BONE SUPLEX!!
Adam Young is crumpled into a heap. Chase Michaels hears the explosive cheers from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: What is this psycho gonna do?
Michaels runs to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He looks down at Adam Young. But, he turns and looks at a fallen Night Rider and Cormack. The crowd that is close to the actions are completely crazy.
Zach Davis: What is Chase Michaels thinking?!
The Lone Wolf looks down at The Villain, but quickly spins around and leaps off the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: NO-O-O-O-O!!
The nearby crowd looks up as Chase Michaels seemingly floats in the air, twisting as he falls....
Zach Davis: Chase Michales just nailed Cormack MacNeill!! Night Rider moved out of the way!!
Night Rider grabs Chase Michaels and ceremoniously tosses him into the ringside barrier. Night Rider turns around and Cormack is standing there, waiting for Night Rider. MacNeill takes a wild swing at Night Rider.
Erin Robbins: Cormack MacNeill misses badly with a wild swing!!
Night Rider grabs MacNeill and stands him up.
Zach Davis: What is Night Rider doing?
Night Rider backs up and runs towards MacNeill...
Erin Robbins: THRUST KICK!!
Night Rider rolls in MacNeill into the ring. Adam Young is already waiting to make the pin.
Night Rider: OH SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider better go in there and break up that pin!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NO-O-O-O!!
Night Rider slams his massive fists on the back of Adam Young's head. Adam Young stumbles around as Night Rider runs to a nearby corner. The crowd watches with anticipation.
Erin Robbins: What now?!?!
Night Rider leaps from the top turnbuckle and connect with a flying clothesline, nearly ripping Adam Young's head from his shoulders.
Crowd: YOU KILLED ADAM YOUNG!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> YOU KILLED ADAM YOUNG!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> YOU KILLED ADAM YOUNG!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Night Rider runs over to Cormack MacNeill, grabbing him and drags him to the corner. Both men get to the top turnbuckle where Night Rider grabs the back of the head and smashes the face of Cormack MacNeill into the mat!!
Zach Davis: Drop of Death!! A face first top rope DDT!!
Night Rider rolls up Cormack MacNeill for the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: NIGHT RIDER HAS DONE IT AND IS NOW THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR DENISE D'EVIL'S PEOPLE'S CHAMPIONSHIP, AT ONE!! THAT SHOULD BE VERY INTERESTING TO WATCH. CONSIDERING THEIR PERSONAL HISTORY!!
Doc is in his locker room getting dressed after his hard match. He is reaching in is bag when the lights start to flicker. Doc starts to look around and choices to ignore the lights flicker as if it was a strobe light. Doc starts to reach in his bag and behind him there is someone dressed in black walking up behind him. The person in black hits Doc from behind and Doc falls to the floor. He turns over to see if he can see the persons face but, when he looks at the person all he sees is a person wearing a hooded sweater that zips up all the thought the hood with to dark openings where the person can see out of. The hooded person reaches for Doc but, Doc kicks the person in the gut and drops the person. Doc crawls over and puts his hand on the zipper but the hooded person grabs the arm and stands up and gets Doc to stand up and than lifts Doc and hits a Death Valley Driver on the floor. The hooded person stands over Doc and places a card that has Doc on it with the eyes craved out. The hooded person walks away and the lights go back to normal.
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. Fly immediately turns toward the side and points back toward the titantron.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink coat, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Fly and Orbit greet each other with a dap and then begin walking down to ringside. Both men slide into the ring and Fly calls for a microphone from a ring hand. With a microphone in toe, Fly centers himself in the ring.
Jonny Fly: Hello, friends.
A chorus of boos ring out from the crowd. Fly and Orbit both smirk at the reaction.
Jonny Fly: Steve Orbit and I are out here for a very special announcement. For the past couple of months we’ve been teaming up and destroying everyone put in our path. Just absolute destruction. Old teams, new teams, it doesn’t matter. We win. We’ve been the guys setting the standard around here. It’s should be of no surprise, because we’re the best this company has to offer. So, without further ado, let me turn the microphone over to Steve Orbit for our announcement.
Fly passes the microphone to Orbit.
Steve Orbit: It’s true. There ain’t nobody better than Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit. We’ve been wreckin’ teams left and right and now we’re going to make it official. We startin’ a tag-team. The real deal. The Dream Team is here, WCF. All of you in the tag team division better be payin’ attention right now. I don’t care whether you The Thickness, S-PAC, Justice, or anyone else. We comin’ for you.
Orbit passes the microphone back to Fly.
Jonny Fly: It’s quite simple, really. After One, one of the two of us are going to be the World Champion…and rightfully so. I think that person is going to be me, Orbit thinks it’s going to be him.
Orbit nods his head in agreement.
Jonny Fly: This is the way it should be. The two best in the company fighting over the ultimate prize. But for us, that’s just not enough. Not for the two of us. For Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly…there’s always another challenge. That challenge is going to be the tag-team titles. The tag team division is about to get a whole lot more competitive, ladies and gentlemen. To the members of S-PAC who we’ll see later tonight…and The Thickness…you’re time is just about up. See you all soon.
Orbit grabs the microphone back.
Steve Orbit: VERY soon.
Fly and Orbit raise their hands in the air and the titantron changes to show the following words; “ JONNY FLY AND STEVE ORBIT - THE DREAM TEAM.” Orbit and Fly slap hands before exiting the ring.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen of the WCF Uni-galaxa-dimension-verse~!!1one The following is a NON-TITLE fatal four-way, scheduled for ONE fall!!!
Erin Robbins: What the hell does Steel mean by 'uni-galaxa-dimension-verse'?
Zach Davis: I honestly have NO idea, I think it's his convoluted term for our fan base...
Erin Robbins: We're not an 'Entertainment' company, Kyle, we're a 'WRESTLING' promotion, get it right!
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: FIRST... introducing, from the STEEL CITY, Detroit, Michigan...
Erin Robbins: I hear that's Kyle's hometown!
Zach Davis: Seriously, who's writing your material tonight?
Erin Robbins: The same person that's writing yours!
Zach Davis: ... shaddap.
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.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot three, weighing in tonight at two-hundred and thirty-seven pounds... he is YOUR United States CHAMPION... Ryan... "Venom"... RHODES!!!
Linkin Park’s Faint plays as the lights come up and Rhodes 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.
Kyle Steel: NEXT... he is the EXTREME ICON!!!
Crowd: He's hardcore! He's hardcore!
Erin Robbins: What are we, in Philly all of a sudden?!
Zach Davis: The man's a legend, show some respect!
Blow me away begins to play as the fans all rise to their feet, pyro shoots out as Chino explodes out to the top of the ramp amping up the crowd, some boo, some cheer but Chino focuses on the ring.
Erin Robbins: A LEGEND? The guy's not a 'legend', he's a FOSSIL! He oughta be in Jurrasic Park 3D, and somebody should be getting me some popcorn, this match is gonna be a BLOODBATH for the old geezer!
Zach Davis: Oy...
As he walks down towards ringside, Chino slaps hands with some fans and chews on his gum. As he reaches the ring steps he spits out the gum and removes his trench coat, before entering the ring, he back tracks from the steps and walks around the ring looking for a fan, he spots a random fan and hands them his trench coat. Chino smirks as he slides into the ring --
Kyle Steel: Standing 6 foot seven, weighing 275 pounds, residing in Colorado Springs, and a former champion in his own right as a part of Devestation Inc. ... this... is... CHINOOO!!!
Crowd: CHI-NO! CHI-NO!
Erin Robbins: Meh... he may have some of these idiot fans egging him on, but he'll only end up a stain on the mat! He's a wheel-chair bound stunt devil!
Zach Davis: But there's no denying the man puts his body on the line, each and every time he steps through the ropes, and he does it not only for his family at home, but for the people that put food on YOUR table, Erin!
Erin Robbins: ... shaddap.
Zach Davis: Now you're stealing my material...
The titantron flickers to life as we go backstage to the bathroom.
Erin Robbins: Oh god no, not this...
There, a WCF staff member knocks on the door. We then hear a flush as the door SLAMS open, knocking the staff member out of the shot.
Erin Robbins: IF THINGS WEREN'T BAD ENOUGH...
Mr. Happy is seen, clearly disheveled, running towards the entrance ramp, toilet paper tail following suit. As the camera pans back towards the entrance ramp, "Work Bitch" by Britney Spears plays over the PA. Yellow pyros blast shoot off of either side of the ramp. A large, crystal, Joker's card descends from the rafters over the stage and joker cards rain down on the fans from above. The crystal card gets SHATTERED as Mr. Happy walks through it, smashing it with a circus mallet in his hand. Yellow laser lights shoot out from behind him towards the ring.
Erin Robbins: You know, the joker cards and get-up are perfect, cuz this guy is a CLOWN!
Zach Davis: Would you give it a rest, Erin?! You know you're just gonna give the guy a burrito like you always do!
Erin Robbins: Hey, I'm the color commentator... it's sorta my job.
Zach Davis: ... touche'.
Up in the stands, at each corner, there is a person dressed as a sub-persona of Mr. Happy (one, of course, being Jessica Alba). There's a person dressed up in a Hapzilla outfit, another one as The American Fatass, a third as Hugh Hapner, and a fourth as Big Bad Brotherman Happy. They stand and dance to the music, cheering on Mr. Happy. Mr. Happy walks around the ring, high-fiving fans. As he gets to the announcer's table, Erin gives Jack a platter of burritos. Jack heartily eats one of them and sets the platter down for later, slapping Zach Davis' hand away as he reaches for one.
Zach Davis: Dammit! Every time! I should be the one mocking the sap!
Erin gulps down a burrito, before shouting at Zach
Erin Robbins: Shut your trap, Zach, I'm eating over here! Nobody wants to hear you talk, anyway! Ain't nobody got time fah that!
Zach Davis: ... and now, apparently, you're stealing material from YouTube sensation, Sweet Brown...
Getting into the ring, Jack climbs each turnbuckle, acknowledging the fans as he does 'The Sprinkler.' At the last turnbuckle, he sits down on it as if in contemplation, jumping back down and walking to the center of the ring... suddenly, the sound of a record being scratched is heard, and 'Work Bitch' cuts out... the lights darken, save for a spotlight in the center of the ring, where Jack extends a hand to the heavens, and... a microphone drops down?
Erin Robbins: ... what in the HELL is this?
Zach Davis: Seems as if he's going to do his own introduction... ala a certain other wrestler I can think of...
Erin Robbins: ... oh give me a BREAK!
Mr. Jack Happy: LLLLLLLLLadies and GENTLEMEN! ... and gentlemen who LOOK like ladies, like that raYne fella that's been running around!
Erin Robbins: Those two would be PERFECT for one another, they're both CRAZY!
Mr. Jack Happy: ... I stand at a MAGNIFICENT six feet EVEN... I weigh in tonight... at a WHOPPING three-hundred and TWENTY pounds!
Erin Robbins: He is a whopper!
Zach Davis: ERIN!
Mr. Jack Happy: I hail... from PITTSBURGH, PA!!!
Crowd: JACK! JACK! JACK!
Mr. Jack Happy: If you're happy and you know it... put your hands together... for MIIIIISSSSTTTEEEERRRR... JACK HAPPY...
Erin Robbins: I'll just say this --
Mr. Jack Happy: -- JACK HAAAPPPYYYYYY~!!1one
Erin Robbins: ... gat dammit.
Jack releases the mic, which pulls up toward the rafters, and Jack proceeds to take to one of the posts, doing the 'sprinkler' once more to the roar of the crowd.
Erin Robbins: These fans are imbeciles.
Zach Davis: These "imbeciles" pay for your check, Erin.
Erin Robbins: They're imbeciles with money to burn.
Zach Davis: ...
"Treachery" by Bleach rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats...
Kyle Steel: And FINALLY... from Chesapeake, Virginia...
The drums begin rolling. Some of the fans cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far.
Kyle Steel: Weighing two-hundred and fifty pounds... standing at six feet, four inches... a one time international champion... one time TV champion... two time tag champ... five time U.S. champ, FIVE time World champion, and CURRENT Hardcore champion of the WCF... LOGAAAANNN!!!
Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Wearing a black leather vest, and the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. 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, raising the Hardcore belt up in the process, and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring along with the title and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Zach Davis: The four men stare eachother down... the bell rings... and this match is underway!
Erin Robbins: FINALLY! I thought those introductions were gonna last forever!
Zach Davis: Hey, this is wrestling... sometimes the entrances last longer than the match itself...
Erin Robbins: ... true.
Chino goes after the U.S. champ, and Jack focuses on the Hardcore champion, Logan. Rhodes runs toward Chino, but the hardcore icon drops Rhodes with a quick powerslam.
Zach Davis: And Chino is laying in the boots! The old man still has it in him!
Erin Robbins: What exactly 'it' is, who knows, whether it be gas in his stomach or dentures in his mouth.
Zach Davis: Ignoring that, I will say this-- on the other side of the ring, Jack and Logan are giving eachother all they've got!
Erin Robbins: Logan goes for the flying clothesline... but Jack actually catches Logan on his shoulders, and DROPS him with the fireman's carry! And-- OH MY GOD, Chino's got a staplegun!
Zach Davis: I told you the old man wouldn't be going down without a fight! And this being a night of No DQ, that's as legal as a headlock!
Erin Robbins: But a HELL of a lot more painful!
Zach Davis:He grabs Rhodes by the hair, before reaching into his tights... and pulling out a ten dollar bill!
Erin Robbins: He's gonna PAY the man to walk away from the match! I TOLD you the guy doesn't have it anymore!
Zach Davis: I'm pretty sure that's not what he's got in store, Erin... and I'm right! Chino is holding the bill over the forehead of Rhodes, and --- OH DEAR LORD!!!
Erin Robbins: That crazy bastard just stapled a freaking ten dollar bill to the FOREHEAD of our U.S. champ! He's as crazy as Jack Happy!!!
Zach Davis: Perhaps even moreso! Meanwhile, speaking of Jack, Mr. Happy is rolling out of the ring...he's reaching underneath the ring... and he's got a CHEESE GRATER! My GOD this match is getting intense in a hurry!
Erin Robbins: You've got that right, Zach... but Logan's got a kendo stick! He's ready to crack some skulls! And he starts with Chino, smacking him right atop his crown, and the wrinkled up PRUNE drops to the canvas, right beside the man he just put down, Ryan Rhodes!
Zach Davis: Jack slides into the ring, carrying the cheese grater, but Logan goes to whack him with the stick--
Erin Robbins: LIKE A PINATA!!!
Zach Davis: ... but Jack ducks under... Logan turns around... and gets caught in a big bearhug!!!
Erin Robbins: DAMMIT!
Zach Davis: Jack Happy is SQUEEZING the life out of the hardcore champ... but Logan's still got the kendo stick... he slowly lifts it overhead... before CRACKING it over the top of Jack's head! Jack drops Logan, before dropping himself... this is already a great match, and we're only just out of the gate!
Erin Robbins: You're damn right, and it's ALL thanks to the greatness that is Logan! I'm sure he'll finish the match with a pelvic thrust, to put an exclamation point at the end of this sentence!
Zach Davis: But there are still three men in this match, that may be down, but they're not out just yet! And in fact... here comes Rhodes! He's up after a while of being on the mat... he rushes up from behind Logan, and NAILS the other title holder in this contest with a VENOMOUS kick to the back of the head!
Erin Robbins: Venomous? ... Told'ja you have the same writer as me...
Zach Davis: OH WILL YOU KNOCK IT OFF?!
Logan falls flat, face first on the mat, and Logan goes for the cover... the ref counts... one...
... THRE -
Zach Davis: Mr. Happy's broken up the pin!
Erin Robbins: YES! YES! YES!
Zach Davis: He turns Rhodes around... hits the Happy Daze... and he's going for the cover... HE GOT IT!
Erin Robbins: ... NO! NO! NO!
Kyle Steel: Your winner... MR. JACK HAPPY!
Happy rolls away and stands up, getting his arm raised.
Zach Davis: What an upset! Jack Happy gains the victory in a match with two Title holders!
Happy celebrates in the ring as the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.
Zach Davis: Sweet match that we have just witnessed minutes ago. No doubt that all four fighters are feeling the sting of that match, be it win or lose!
Erin Robbins: Bah, not a bad match. But Ryan Rhodes ain't much in my opinion. That match was fully carried by Logan. You got to think though, how much longer is he going to hold on to that U.S. title? He hasn't had much validation to be its champion... Yes? No?
Zach Davis: I'm appalled! Have you forgotten about his astounding win over Steeltoe Joe so recently? If that doesn't cement his status as a main eventer, I don't know what will! I mean, the man has alre--
All of a sudden, Zach Davis's commentary gets cut off by a strange static noise emitting from the speakers. Both the commentating team and the life crowd look around curiously, eager to see what is creating the disturbance. The static is increasing in intensity, but before it goes up to a truly disturbing level, it shuts down, leaving the arena in silence once more.
Zach Davis: What was that...?
Erin Robbins: I don't know, but it must be a technical fault of sorts. Anyways, as we were sayin--
Dr. Remus Micayle: Hello, ladies and gentlemen.
Upon hearing that signature opener, the crowd immediately boo. The face of WCF's newest acquisition is suddenly on the WCFTron. From what can be seen by the footage, Micayle is currently in a locker room, dressed professionally as always in a shirt and tie. He has a slight smile on his face, and the fans do not like it one bit.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: Urgh, not another 'educational video' from this joker. Wait a minute... is he backstage!?
Erin Robbins: Oh-ho! So he was what created the noise just now, and it seems that the Scientist himself has gifted upon us his presence in Texas tonight! And watch your mouth Zach, he's a certified Ph. D holder! He probably has more brain cells than your entire family combined!
Zach Davis: ... Whatever Erin.
The crowd is still showing their dismay at yet another appearance by the man. Micayle studies the crowd for a moment, before lifting a microphone to his lips.
Dr. Remus Micayle: This week... I will not be spending my time teaching you about life. This week... I've got a bigger plan. And as I've hinted on Twitter, I got a certain wrestler on this roster I'll like to call out.
The capacity crowd jeers actively. Undaunted, the former scientist carries on.
Dr. Remus Micayle: I, of course, am talking about our reigning U.S. Champion, Ryan Rhodes, whom also goes as Venom... so I believe?
This time, a roaring wave of cheers erupt from the fans, deafening the audio of the live feed. Simultaneously, Micayle struts to his left, where a singular locker stands on it's own, with a tag 'R. Rhodes' on it. Obviously, the scene is taking place in Venom's locker room.
Zach Davis: What on Earth is he doing there?! That's the private property of the WCF!
Erin Robbins: I suppose... but don't forget, he's now a certified employee. He can go anywhere he wants, save management office!
Micayle places a finger on Ryan Rhode's locker. Upon doing so, the fans once again voice their disapproval. He is undaunted in the slightest, and continues speaking.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Ryan Rhodes, I call you out. I've seen you wrestle the past couple of weeks that I've been here, and truth be told... I am disgusted.
Zach Davis: WHAT!?
The man continues.
Dr. Remus Micayle: You heard me right, Ryan. I am disgusted by you. You haven't won a match in weeks, and yet, here you stand as the U.S. Champion. Your moves are sloppy and quite frankly... a chipmunk currently has more chance of being the title bearer than you. Disappointing.
Predictably, heavy jeering ensues.
Zach Davis: WHAT!?? This idiot hasn't even wrestled a single match in the WCF yet! Who is he to comment on our U.S. champion!?
Erin Robbins: He should take it as career advice from a genius, Zach! Remus Micayle may not have appeared for the federation yet, but from my understanding, he has done a tour of sorts over the past few years! He's by no means an amateur!
Zach Davis: Even so, he should pay his due respects to those in the company who have been here longer than him. I'm starting to really dislike this 'Scientist', truth be told.
And that sentiment is currently resonating around the American Bank Center. Jeers and hisses are spouting out by the thousands, and the audio team is forced to raise the volume of Micayle's feed to avoid him being drowned out.
Dr. Remus Micayle: I don't mean to be rude, of course. But as an academic, I cannot help but to wonder what... boosters you consumed back then to help you dethrone Steeltoe Joe - a respectable man, if not a little off in the head. Did you do a little...
The doctor mimes a syringe injection into his arm.
Dr. Remus Micayle: ... to secure your victory? Cause I do not see proof that you are a deserving champion at the moment.
Abruptly, he stops his dialogue. The crowd is livid at this point in time, and is letting their fury shown.
Crowd: You can't wrestle! You are an asshole! You can't wrestle! You are an asshole!
Zach Davis: At this point in time, I certainly agree with them! How misguided is this man on screen! To even dare suspect Venom of such trickery is a sin. A sin, I tell you!
On-screen, Micayle is bending over, and grabs a previously unseen pail on the ground. He carries it up with a pained expression on his face and shows it to the crowd.
Zach Davis: Ha! Is he so weak? What is th-- OH MY GOODNESS!
Erin Robbins: EEEEK!
Without a further word, the Scientist has hurled the contents of the pail over Ryan Rhodes's locker. Brown, slimy, disgusting splooge oozes off the pail and splashes on to the wooden surface of the locker, no doubt drenching whatever is contained inside it. Meanwhile, the crowd is shocked into silence.
Dr. Remus Micayle: That display, Ryan, is a testament of how much I think you are a worthy competitor. Oh, and in case you are wondering, that brown sludge currently infiltrating into your bag, undergarments, and precious valuables, is none other than freshly procured Texan horse manure.
A collective groan emerges from everyone in attendance, and quite possibly from the viewers at home too.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Courtesy of the lovely people from the University of Houston of course. Brilliant minds. But back to the point. Ryan, here's my challenge. I realised at ONE, that you are currently unoccupied. Now, if you haven't already realised, I believe that I am a better representative of your title than you are. And so, let me know your response... champion.
The camera zooms in to focus more on Micayle's intense features.
Dr. Remus Micayle: You and me, one-on-one, in a no disqualification match for the United States title at WCF's marquee event. Winner gets both the belt, and the knowledge that he is the superior candidate for the championship. But knowing myself, I'll probably be victorious, while you lie in an unconscious heap covered in your own shame and, well...
He points at the defiled locker.
Dr. Remus Micayle: ... that. I await your response, Ryan.
Without a further word, the feed cuts off, and the shellshocked audience erupts into words at what they just witnessed. Could it be a match between the newcomer Dr. Remus Micayle and the fan favourite Ryan 'Venom' Rhodes at ONE?
All questions are left for another time, however, as Slam goes into commercial.
As we come back from commercial, all competitors are in the ring.
Zach Davis: Entrances? Ain't nobody got time for dat!
Erin Robbins: ...Really, Zach?
Denise and Chelsea start the match. They circle one another and tie up. Denise gets the early advantage, and irish whips Chelsea into the ropes before hitting a Clothesline. Chelsea gets back up and eats a kick to the gut from Denise, followed by a huge Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: She may not look it but Denise D'Evil may be the most physically powerful woman in the WCF.
Denise drops and goes for a pin.
No!, Chelsea kicks out.
Erin Robbins: The target is on Chelsea's back, as she's the Television Champion, and if she gets pinned we've got a new Champ.
Denise puts Chelsea into a Sleeper. After a few moments Chelsea is able to work her way up from it though and she elbows Denise in the gut. She breaks free and goes for a Russian Legsweep but Denise elbows her way out of it before taking her down with a Sidewalk Slam.
Zach Davis: Once again... the power of Denise D'Evil can't be matched.
Denise backs up and waits for Chelsea to stumble to her feet...
Erin Robbins: SPEAR!
Denise hits it! She's ready to end this match early, she lifts Chelsea up and puts her into a Torture Rack!
Zach Davis: Torture Rack! Chelsea's gotta quit! We've got a new Television Champion!
But no!, Chelsea refuses to give up! She's eventually able to grab onto a rope, and although there aren't any rope breaks due to Sarah's No DQ rules, she's able to pull herself free. Denise grabs her for a German Suplex. As Chelsea flips she's able to land on her feet, however, and hits Denise with an Enziguri as she turns around!
Erin Robbins: Offense from the Television Champion! But she needs to make a tag!
Both Denise and Chelsea dive, tagging in their respective partners. Both Robinson and Tasha come into the ring with heads of steam, and one wanting to capitalize on their partner's success and one wanting to get momentum back. Robinson is able to gain the upper hand, sending Tasha reeling back. Robinson then throws her to the ropes before hitting a beautiful Dropkick as she comes back.
Zach Davis: Two fresh faces in the ring here. Great Dropkick by Robinson.
The Punisher measures Tasha as she gets up... bam!, he hits an Olympic Slam! And he's looking like he's ready to put her away for good. She stumbles up once more...
Erin Robbins: TOTAL PUNISHMENT! Damnit.
Robinson drops on top of Tasha, going for the pin.
Zach Davis: And there you have it! Justice prevails once more.
The bell sounds as Robinson stands up, getting his arm raised. Denise checks on Tasha as we go to commercial.
"Ghosts N' Stuff" plays over the P.A system, and just like they have for the past 3 years, the fans are going nuts.
Zach Davis: We all know who that music belongs to...
Indeed, out of the curtains comes FPV. However, something feels...different about FPV tonight. Maybe it's the fact that his usual exuberance is no where to be seen, or how he's very calmly walking through the crowd instead of high-fiving everyone like he usually does. As he walks down to the ring, grabbing a mic on the way, the cameras also pick up a smug look on his face.
Erin Robbins: Frank was not even scheduled to compete this week, yet here he is coming down like a man on a mission. Personally i'd wish he'd just stay in the locker room where he belongs, but that's just me.
Zach Davis: What could Frank possibly want to say here tonight?
FPV hops into the ring and begins to speak...only to be drowned out by the fans, who are cheering loudly for their beloved superstar. He tries once again, but is still met with thundering applause.
Zach Davis: the fans are definitely showing their support for Frank here tonight!
Finally, the audience begins to calm down to let FPV speak. However, instead of commencing his speech, FPV does something totally different. He begins to laugh. At first it is a chuckle, but it soon grows into an uncontrollable gufawing. The fans are as puzzled as the announcers.
Erin Robbins: What's this nonsense all about?
Finally, FPV stops to speak.
FPV: You know, it's funny when you think about it...I used to take you guys more seriously. I actually thought that you guys were really smart, and intelligent. But now...now that I'm finally seeing things with a clear mind, I can tell just how stupid you people really are!
Any cheering that was going on has now stopped dead.
FPV: Hurts, doesn't it? I like this quiet, just like how quiet it was two weeks ago, when I sent Logan away to the fucking HOSPITAL! You all sat there flabber-fucking-gasted like you didn't know what just happened. But last week, pot luck slam, you were all still cheering for me as usual, hoopty fucking da! How the fuck do you FORGET that I sent one of the most famous WCF legends to the damn HOSPITAL!? You fucking idiots, every single one of you!
And let me tell you one more thing...I'm fucking TIRED of being second-rate! I'm fucking TIRED of being treated like DOG SHIT around here when I was the third fucking Grand Slam Champion this entire...fucking...COMPANY has ever seen! I deserve better then to have my peers treat me like I'm nothing! But you know what I'm the most tired of? I'm tired of standing by idly, not doing anything about it, not doing anything to further myself, simply because it isn't "the right thing to do." WELL I'M FUCKING TIRED OF DOING THE RIGHT THING! I want to win fucking belts in this company, I mean who doesn't? But it's damn time I started being serious about this shit. So that's why I'm gonna start trashing anyone who gets in my way...starting with Logan!
Logan, don't act like I'm not stupid, I saw the things you said about me on Fly's little Family Feud ripoff...oh I fucking SAW what you and Roy said about me! To think, i used to look up to you as my fucking IDOL...my mentor...my friend...
FPV stops a moment to let those last two words sink in. "...my friend..."
FPV: Well I guess I need to invest in better friends here. I used to consider a lot of people here my friends...now, there's just Steve and Polar...and Polar, fuck I don't even know where Polar is! here I was thinking you two, Logan and Roy, were two of the few people left who I could trust. And then you just throw me under the fucking Greyhound like I mean nothing to you! Well Logan...you want to see howm uch of a boulde I am? DO YOU WANT TO FUCKING SEE HOW MUCH OF A BOUDLE I AM!?!
FPV is now frothing in a furiou rage, almost spitting his words into the mic. The fans, for their sake, remain silent.
FPV: Then I got a good way to show you...you still need someone to face at One for your Hardcore belt. You know what I say Logan? Take me fucking on. I'll give you one week to respond, and it better be correct. and Roy, don't think I'm forgetting about you...I've got plans for you as well. Watch you're fucking backs, the both of you.
FPV drops the mic and exits the ring, leaving behind around 10,000 stunned fans. Zach and Erin turn to face each other and mutter at exactly the same time...
Zach and Erin: ...whoa.
We cut backstage to find Chelsea Black Armstrong walking down the corridor towards her locker room. Chelsea is carrying her wrestling gear in one hand and in the other she is holding her mobile phone up to her ear. Chelsea appears to be in a joyful mood, however it is quite obvious that she is trying to rush whoever is on the phone with her. She eventually reaches her room and pushes the door open into the darkness within. Chelsea is in such a rush that she doesn’t even bother to turn the lights on and just stands there in darkness pacing back and forth.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: We'll be home in no more than fifteen minutes babe... Yes I promise if we're not home by then you can come searching for us haha… I forgot something in my locker room... yeah I grabbed Shelley from Makayla just now… she was as good as gold yeah, Mack loved looking after her… She’s in her baby seat in the car… yeah Shelley will be fine, it's less than a one minute walk and the public can’t get into this parking area, besides I saw a security guard watching all the cars earlier… Yeah, okay I’ll see you in a bit… I love you too Seifer... see you soon... bye babe.
Chelsea sighs to herself as she finally manages to hang up her phone, placing it into her pocket. She reaches over to the nearby wall and turns on the lights. The lights flicker a bit as they come to life, eventually lighting up the whole room. Suddenly a raspy voice comes from behind Chelsea, nearly making her jump out of her skin.
Voice: Oh my god, was he ever going to shut up?! I was literally just about to come over there and just hang up your phone myself! But I guess he means well, you know that don’t you? We all mean well you’re just too blind to see it.
Chelsea immediately spins on the spot to face the direction the voice came from, to find an extremely disheveled Lilith sitting in one of the comfortable leather chairs in the corner of the room. Lilith looks to be in extremely bad shape, one side of her face isn’t visible at all as that side of her face is wrapped in thick blood soaked bandages, she has mascara smudged all the way down the other side of her face and the rest of her upper body is wrapped in such thick bandages that it’s a wonder she’s able to move at all. However the most shocking thing of all is the state in which her nails are in, her one true prized possession, her most dangerous weapon, and they appear to be chipped, unkempt and weak. Chelsea slowly takes a few steps towards Lilith, who just remains sitting upright in the leather chair with a blank expression on the visible side of her face.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: What are you doing here, Lilith? You’re obviously in no condition to be back here, I mean I knew you were crazy, but I didn’t think you were stupid… at least not this stupid.
Lilith chuckles a little, but immediately stops as the pain which shoots through her is almost unbearable. She looks down at her upper body and looks back up at Chelsea with a grin on her face.
Lilith: What you mean these? Oh don’t worry, they’re nothing more than a fashion statement. Everyone is wearing these haven’t you seen? I didn’t feel like being left out of the group. So I went and got some bandages of my very own… some pretty cool looking scars too, do you want to see? They’re quite gruesome.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Look I’m going to give you one warning and one warning only, you get the hell out of my locker room and never come near me or my family again and I won’t hurt you. You stay there and you better hope that your bed is still available in the hospital, do you understand me?
Lilith raises her one visible eyebrow and once again gives Chelsea an extremely sadistic looking grin.
Lilith: Let me guess, you’re going to choke me out when I can’t even fight back again? Or maybe you’ll just wait for someone else to beat the hell out of me before you do anything, is that it? That’s it isn’t it. I’ve hit the nail on the head there haven’t I Chelsea? But see that isn’t going to happen again, you know why? Because unlike before I am more than capable of defending myself and although I may consider you to be one of my best friends here… you so much as step out of line and I will crush you beneath my boot.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: You’ll crush me? You must be even crazier than I thought you were. Look at you, I bet you can barely even walk let alone fight.
Lilith once again begins to laugh, trying to ignore the pain she is still very much feeling.
Lilith: It’s funny that, I’ve been called pretty much every single thing under the sun… but I’ve never been called crazy. (Lilith pauses and thinks for a second) Actually… now that I think about it, I’ve been called crazy A LOT. It seems to be one the names I hear the most. I wonder why that is?
Lilith struggles to get out of the chair but eventually manages to get up onto her feet, standing face to face with Chelsea. Lilith looks at Chelsea’s cheek, still very much visible is the scar Lilith had given her a few weeks ago when she glassed her face.
Lilith: You know, that is truly beautiful. Whoever gave you that must genuinely care about you. A true selfless act if I ever did see one.
Lilith can now see the anger rising in Chelsea’s face as Chelsea takes one more step toward her. Lilith however stands dead still, reaching behind her back and grabbing hold of something.
Lilith: Uh Chelsea, I wouldn’t take another step if I were you. You’ll end up getting yourself hurt and then what will your lovely daughter think? I’m sure she’ll cry herself to sleep when she sees what’s happened to her lovely mommy. And Seifer… oh he’d be furious. I have to admit though… seeing that would be pretty damn funny.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: You’re fucking dead. Do you understand me?! YOU’RE DEAD!!!
Chelsea charges at Lilith, but Lilith removes her hand from behind her back and reveals that in her hand she is holding a thick silver handgun. Chelsea immediately stops in her tracks as Lilith lifts the handgun into the air and aims it directly into Chelsea’s face. Chelsea stares at the gun with wide eyes as Lilith continues to grin like a crazy person.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Calm down Lilith, you wouldn’t want to shoot me. Just put the gun down okay? We don’t need to fight, I know you’re hurting. Just put the gun down. Put it down!
Lilith looks as though she is actually considering putting the gun down, whilst Chelseas facial expressions begin to change. Lilith notices that Chelsea is starting to get that eerie emerald glow in her eyes, the same glow she had seen when Chelsea had attacked her in the hospital. Lilith grips the gun tightly and aims it even more intently into Chelsea’s face.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN!!! WE BOTH KNOW YOU DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO PULL THE TRIGGER!!!
Lilith: I’ve heard the expression green eyed with envy before, but this is just ridiculous. See Chelsea whenever you get like this you always get a bit out of control, don’t you? I mean I get why you’re jealous of me, if I was you I’d be jealous of me too.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: PUT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN… RIGHT NOW!!!
Lilith: Yeah see… that isn’t on my to do list. And believe me, I checked over that thing several times. My memory is terrible. But anyway yeah… where was I? Oh yeah…
Lilith pulls back the trigger and a dart flies out of the gun and strikes Chelsea straight into her neck. The womans legs immediately start to wobble, as Lilith limps forward and grabs hold of Chelsea underneath her arms and helps her down onto the floor. Chelsea lies in Liliths arms looking up into her face as her eyelids begin to get heavy.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: W-W-What have you---done?
Lilith: Don’t worry sweetie, the man in the store said that you’ll only be knocked out for a short while. It’s not that dangerous, at least I don’t think it is. Either way, you’re in good hands I’ll look after you.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I… I… F-----
Lilith: Yes, I know… I love you too. Now go to sleep, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.
Chelsea eventually begins to fall unconscious as Lilith lovingly strokes her hair. Chelsea eventually falls unconscious as Lilith gently pushes her aside looking down at her. Lilith grabs Chelsea around her ankle and begins to drag her out of her locker room. Lilith pushes open the locker room door and drags Chelsea out into the corridor. The corridor appears to be completely empty as most Staff have already either gone home, or are getting ready to go home. Lilith is somewhat glad that no one is around, however it wouldn’t really bother her if they were. It’s not like they’d be able to stop her.
Voice: Brought me some entertainment for the night? How kind of you.
Lilith instantly spins round to face the direction the voice had just come from. Standing next to her is none other than WCF Hardcore Champion, Logan. For some bizarre reason Logan is dressed up as a security guard, but Lilith doesn’t ask him why he’s dressed like that as she’s used to him doing weird things.
Lilith: Logan, I…
Logan: Shut up!
Lilith stares at Logan.
Lilith: You shut up!
Logan: Shut up!!!
Lilith: YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!!!
Logan: It’s good to see you babygurl, it’s about time you returned. I’m kind of sick of these boudles in here. You’re the only one I can have some fun with.
Lilith: SHUT UP!!!
Logan: Oh fine, I see how it is. Anyway what’s going on here? You bringing me something to play with?
Lilith: You wish! She's MINE. Maybe I'll let you have seconds, that is if there's anything left of her.
Logan: Let me give you a hand, babygurl. That boudle looks kind of heavy.
Logan picks Chelsea up off the floor and carries her in his arms. Lilith keeps an eye on him however as she knows too well that all Logan is trying to do is take a good look down Chelsea’s top, she can’t have Logan doing that.
Lilith: So any idea which one of these cars is Chelsea’s? I should probably take her home, poor girl can’t handle her drugs.
Lilith: No thanks.
Logan: No I mean, whys she on drugs? Only boudles take drugs everyone knows that.
Lilith: Oh right, I shot her with a tranquilizer dart. I figured the poor girl needed a nap, she must be exhausted with everything Sarah’s been doing to her poor husband.
Logan: Who cares, that boudle had it coming. Do you know how long it took me before I started fighting World Champions?! I…
Lilith: SHUT UP!!!
Logan: I haven’t finished yet!
Lilith: Good! Keep it that way babygurl!
Logan tries to look like he’s upset with himself kicking his feet a bit, Lilith doesn’t care though. She really couldn’t care less about how Logan was feeling. They eventually stop next to a car.
Logan: I think this is her car babygurl.
Lilith takes a good hard look at the car.
Lilith: How do you know it’s hers?
Logan: I have magic powers Lilith, I know… things. Also, the fact that a boudle-baby is in the car is a dead give away. Everyone knows that only boudles bring babies to wrestling arenas and Chelsea looks like a boudle to me.
Lilith: Uh… huh. Alright, help me put her into the trunk.
Logan: You got it, hotlips.
Lilith opens the truck and begins to push everything aside making room for Chelsea. Logan, growing tired of waiting just throws Chelsea into the trunk on top of loads of junk and slams it shut. Lilith looks at him thinking about whether or not she should tell him off, but she just shrugs and smiles at him.
Lilith: Thanks for the help Logan, I guess I owe you one.
Logan: Really? How about we go back to my place…
Lilith: SHUT UP!!! Also I told myself I wouldn’t do this, but seriously… why the hell are you dressed like a security guard?!
Logan immediately steps extremely close to Lilith and begins to yell into her face.
Logan: I'M WEARING THIS BECAUSE IT MAKES ME FEEL SAFE. PLUS I LOOK GOOD IN NAVY BLUE!!!
Lilith: Uh… huh. Oh and by the way…
Lilith grabs Logan around his collar and pulls him in for a hard kiss right upon his lips. He immediately wraps his arms around her, but Lilith pushes him away and walks over to the driver’s side door.
Lilith: …Congratulations on winning the Hardcore Title, it’s about time someone beat that complete and utter joke.
Lilith opens the car door, climbing into the drivers seat and closing the door behind her. She starts up the engine and floors it right out of the arena. Logan was many things and a good driving instructor was one of them.
Logan: Complete and utter boudle that girl, but there’s something about her…
The scene fades to black as Logan pelvic thrusts in the direction Lilith had just driven off in.
A distraught Matthew Robinson is walking backstage when...
Zach Davis: What the Hell?!?
The Monster nails Matthew Robinson on the back of the head with a barbed wired baseball bat. Oblivion drops the bat and goes after a fallen Robinson. The Monster grabs Robinson and throws him into a stack of metal objects. As Robinson collides with metal objects, they make a loud clang. Oblivion methodically stalks Robinson. A random person screams out...
Random person: Will someone go get help!! HELP!! Matthew Robinson needs help!!
...Oblivion grabs the face of Matthew Robinson.
Oblivion: I warned you!! How's your baby girl?!?
Oblivion props Robinson on IT's shoulders, in a fireman's carry. Oblivion knocks the feet of IT's left shoulder and Matthew Robinson lands with a cutter. Oblivion kneels over a fallen Matthew Robinson...
Oblivion: Matt?! Matt?! Hey Matt, when you wake up tell your pretty wife that Oblivion says hello. As for you, your soul WILL belong to The Monster soon enough!!
Oblivion walks away as WCF Security runs up to a fallen Matthew Robinson.
Slam returns from commercial break to show the ring completely decorated, all the ropes having been taken down, white carpeting in the ring. White carpeting through the entrance ramp with flowers bouquets all along the sides. Next to the main titantron, two screens are shown, one with Eric Price’s picture, the other with Rachel Twilight’s picture. The ring itself has a small white altar with rose bouquets at each corner.
Zach Davis: Welcome back from commercial break ladies and gentlemen, Zach Davis and Erin Robbins at ringside this evening live from the American Bank Center in Corpus Christi, Texas!
Erin Robbins: I don’t really like this. So far Sarah has not really approved of this therefore, this is not right.
Zach Davis: I don’t know why, these two love each other, nevertheless, we are set for the wedding of Eric Price and Rachel Twilight and here we go!
All of a sudden, the song “Together” by Jim Johnston starts playing over the speaker system as Eric Price with a huge smile on his face starts making his way down to the ring. He then turns around slightly to await his bride as the song continues to play. Eric is wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt and black bow-tie.
Erin Robbins: Oh wow, the same song he played during the failed wedding between himself and Sarah. I wonder why.
Zach Davis: I have to wonder but maybe it’s because he believes this is the right moment for it and that Rachel is indeed THE one.
Erin Robbins: Or he just does it to rub it in Sarah’s face, because he’s vindictive that way.
Zach Davis: You know Erin, not the entire world revolves around Sarah Twilight thankfully.
At this moment, Rachel Twilight comes out from the back in her full white wedding dress, Eric Price an even bigger smile when he sees her slowly approach the ring, a small bouquet of flowers in her hand. As she starts walking down the entrance ramp … the song “Together” continues with these lines…
Together, our love will last forever
Zach Davis: This should be good.
Rachel continues making her way down the ramp slowly with a huge smile on her face as the song continues
When I, look into your eyes, I can see the light, I was the lucky one
I never knew that love could feel this way
We’ll be together
Together, our love will last forever
As Rachel steps up into the ring next to Eric Price, she looks at him with glee and a huge smile on her face as Eric looks at her with the glee and love that he truly feels for her as the music is about to end.
As the song ends, the crowd continues to cheer as Eric smiles at them nodding approvingly. A preacher is already standing behind the alter reading to commence the ceremony.
Preacher: DEARLY beloved, we are gathered together here to join together this man and this woman in Holy Matrimony; which is an honorable estate, and therefore is not by any to be entered upon, nor taken in hand unadvisedly, lightly, or wantonly; but reverently, discreetly, advisedly, soberly, duly considering the causes for which Matrimony was ordained.
Preacher: Matrimony was ordained for the mutual society, help, and comfort, that the one ought to have of the other, in both prosperity and adversity.
Preacher: Into which estate these two persons present come now to be joined. Therefore if any person can show any just cause, why they may not lawfully be joined together, let him or her now speak, or else hereafter forever hold his or her peace.
Eric and Rachel look toward the entrance ramp and notice no one coming as the audience also waits but nothing happens. They then turn back to face each other and smile as the preacher signals that the ceremony will proceed.
Preacher: Now then, I understand each of you has prepared vows of your own.
Eric Price: Yes. Rachel, you are the only one for me. You were there for me in my darkest and saddest moments in life and have seen me through them and helped me get back on my feet to come back stronger than ever. Despite a few bumps in our past, I know you and I love each other and I cannot bear to live without you and this wedding, our marriage will be our lifetime commitment to one another. Despite dissenting opinions, this is not about others, this is about us, about you and me and our love and I know that what we feel is genuine. So I not only want to thank you for helping me through that, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Zach Davis: Very heartfelt.
Erin Robbins: Nauseating.
Preacher: And now Rachel, if you would please read your vows.
Rachel Twilight: I’ve known ever since you proposed to me exactly what I would say here tonight. The words have always been clear to me and with what glee and happiness you proposed to me, I knew it had to be done.
Eric starts looking concerned as the words sound eerily similar to what Sarah said to him two months earlier
Zach Davis: Wait a minute?
Erin Robbins: Oh this could get interesting.
Rachel winks at Eric as Eric chuckles with a sigh of relief
Rachel Twilight: I know, I scared you for a moment there, just wanted to keep you on your toes. No no, I’ve known what I would say here to you tonight for a while and that is that I do indeed love you. You’ve shown me that there is a life past my sister and that I can’t let her control what I do, I have to be my own person and this is the beginning of that journey. And with you helping me every step of the way, I know I cannot fail. Hence my commitment to you and I want you to know as well that I want to spend the rest of my life with you.
Zach Davis: A tease but touching words.
Erin Robbins: What an idiot, she should have turned down that piece of crap.
Preacher: Excellent. Well then in that case, Eric Price, do you take Rachel Twilight, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?
Eric Price: I do.
Preacher: And Rachel Twilight, do you take Eric Price, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; from this day forward until death do you part?
Rachel Twilight: I do.
Preacher: Then by the power invested in me by the state of Texas, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!
Crowd cheers loudly
Zach Davis: Wonderful! Let love live!
Erin Robbins: Ugh.
Eric and Rachel smile at each other and begin to approach each other to kiss when all of a sudden “The Only One” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly as Sarah Twilight makes her way out onto the stage.
Zach Davis: What the hell is this?
Erin Robbins: Sarah is here to offer her congratulations because she is just a sincere person that way.
Zach Davis: Yeah and I’m the tooth fairy.
Sarah shows up on top of the entrance ramp as Rachel smiles at her sister and Eric looks at her suspiciously. The fiery redhead is dressed casually despite the proceedings taking place in the ring with her signature “You Don’t Matter” crop top and blue jeans. She slowly starts walking down the ramp as she speaks, microphone already in hand.
Sarah Twilight: Cut the music, hang on a second. Rachel … I … I’ve been a bitch about this whole thing. For a few weeks, people have wondered what the fuck I thought about this and the fact is you’re my little sister.
Crowd: You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!
Zach Davis: This raucous crowd letting Sarah have it!
Erin Robbins: Very disrespectful!
Eric still suspicious of Sarah eyes her top to bottom with a sense of uneasiness
Sarah Twilight: Calm the fuck down Eric. Sure, I hate you but … I have to accept the fact … I have to accept the fact that this is happening.
Sarah by this point is standing next to both Rachel and Eric eyeing them both clearly as Rachel and Eric both look at each other, Rachel far more accepting of her sister’s gesture than Eric.
Sarah Twilight: Therefore, I’ve come to make amends.
Eric Price: You know, I was hoping you’d come to your senses. Despite all the animosity between us, maybe we can finally bury the hatchet and just move on.
Rachel Twilight: Finally Sarah … this is all I was asking, for you to accept my being happy and this is wonderful that you’ve come to your senses.
Sarah smiles a little as she asks Rachel for a hug as the crowd is emotionally hooked into the moment
Zach Davis: I for one am surprised, I guess this will have a happy ending.
Erin Robbins: Surprised? Why? Sarah is a great and magnanimous individual and she loves her sister.
Rachel approaches Sarah and gives her a hug as the crowd cheers loudly.
Zach Davis: There you have it folks, the new Mr. and Mrs. Price and Sarah Twilight accepting of Rachel’s decision, that’s wonderful!
Erin Robbins: I told you she’d be accepting like a good older sister that she is.
Zach Davis: Guess you were … wait … WHAT THE HELL?!
From out of nowhere as Sarah is hugging Rachel, Lilith appears and tasers Eric Price knocking him out on the ground as he’s shaking from the electric shock. The crowd’s cheers immediately turn to loud boos. Sarah appears shocked as she lets go of Rachel and Rachel looks at Eric in pain as Lilith stands over his body, Rachel saddened.
Erin Robbins: Lilith attacking Eric Price, for what reason?
Zach Davis: I … I have no idea whatsoever what she’s thinking interrupting this moment and … wait a minute …
Sarah’s smile turns into a frown as she quickly grabs Rachel from behind and pulls her by the hair screaming at her!
Sarah Twilight: YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID? YOU SEE WHAT YOU FUCKING DID? YOU ARE WORTHLESS SHIT! YOU BETRAYED ME!
Sarah then turns Rachel into a Twilight Zone leaving her on the ground as her frown turns in a huge smirk.
Zach Davis: I knew it, this was all a ruse. Sarah Twilight is a heartless bitch!
Erin Robbins: Not necessarily, Rachel made the mistake of betraying Sarah, you heard what she said.
Lilith then grabs the still unconscious body of Eric Price and drags him to one of the ringposts and takes out a pair of handcuffs. She then handcuffs Eric Price who is still out to the ringpost as Sarah proceeds to go get a steel chair as Rachel is still slowly coming to.
Zach Davis: Oh come on now, this is not right!
Rachel starts slowly getting up, tears in her eyes as she looks at Sarah helplessly wondering why she is assaulting her. Sarah however without any emotion in her eyes whatsoever takes the steel chair and just starts hitting Rachel right in the back once, twice, three times, four times, again, again, and again, a total of 10 chair shots. The crowd throwing garbage all over the place as Eric is now conscious and realizes he is handcuffed and cannot stop what is happening. He then sees Sarah and Lilith standing over a now hurt Rachel Twilight. He screams, pleading with Sarah and Lilith to please stop the assault.
Eric Price: STOP THIS! SHE’S YOUR SISTER! YOU HAVE TO STOP THIS!
Sarah just stares at Eric emotionlessly and turns her attention back to Rachel as she grabs the steel chair and places it on the ground as Rachel is still on the ground, motionless and helpless. Lilith then quickly grabs a steel pipe and goes over to where Eric is trying to escape from the handcuffs and hits him over the head with the steel pipe!
Zach Davis: My God, a steel pipe right to the head of Eric Price and he’s out and busted wide open. Come on, he’s handcuffed for God’s sake, this is sick!
Sarah motions to Lilith to wake Eric up as she wants him to witness what’s about to happen. Lilith starts slapping Eric around to wake him up. As soon as he comes to, he’s still a bit out of it but angry enough that he tries to lunge at Lilith but cannot hit her as she steps away. As he does this, Sarah simply stares at him as he stares back at her furious at what is occurring, pleading with her yet again to please stop this. Sarah however appears to be deaf to his pleas as she grabs Rachel and sets her up for another Twilight Zone, this time with her head hitting the steel chair.
Zach Davis: My God, now another Twilight Zone to Rachel Twilight, her head bouncing off of the steel chair, she’s busted open as well. Someone has to stop this!
Erin Robbins: Who’s going to stop this Zach? This is Sarah’s company, she can do what she wants.
Sarah then approaches Eric who at this point is beyond livid trying to get free from the handcuffs and Sarah slowly takes her time as she can see the anger in him, her expression remaining emotionless. Sarah then takes advantage and quickly hits a low blow on Eric Price who doubles down in pain as Lilith quickly tasers him right after leaving him out cold. Both Sarah and Lilith then walk away, Sarah cold and uncaring as Lilith looks on satisfied at the carnage left behind as both women leave the ring area and head back up the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: This … this is probably one of the most heinous assaults I have ever seen in the history of WCF.
Erin Robbins: I know I advocate for Sarah Twilight always but this … I don’t know what to make of this.
Zach Davis: Her own sister Erin, her own sister, she beat the hell out of her own sister and why? She claims she was betrayed. The only betrayal I witnessed here tonight was by Sarah against her sister. And then assaulting the newly married couple; that was just hideous. And now we have doctors and EMTs headed out here to attend to both Eric Price and Rachel Twilight.
EMTs and Doctors quickly attend to both Eric Price and Rachel Twilight as some of the ring crew work to free Eric Price from the handcuff tied to the ring post. A stretcher is brought out by the EMTs as they asses Rachel and start preparing to load her into the stretcher. Eric is now coming back to his senses as the ring crew just freed him from the ring post able to finally undo the handcuffs as he is bleeding from his forehead, he tries to slowly make his way toward Rachel whom he sees in pain looking obviously concerned for her. He goes with the EMTs who try to treat him as he still is having trouble walking from being hit with the Taser and the lead pipe but is able to walk to the back with some assistance.
The crowd is buzzing as the situation is unclear as Eric, Rachel, and the doctors and EMTs head toward the back. They are shown walking through the backstage area as Rachel is being wheeled in the stretcher toward a waiting ambulance. As they are walking in the back, Hank Brown appears and approaches Eric Price to ask him a question.
Hank Brown: Eric … Eric …
Eric just looks back at him in shock and anger
Hank Brown: What do you have to say about this? What would you say to Sarah right now?
Eric’s eyes open even wider in anger
Eric Price: Right now … Sarah Twilight … you decided to make this extremely personal now. I … I don’t know what I’m going to do yet because right now, I’d probably be capable of … never mind. I need to be with my wife.
Eric just walks away with nothing else to say as the EMTs load Rachel into the ambulance and he steps in there with them as the ambulance drives away, sirens blaring. The shot then switches back to ring side.
Zach Davis: I don’t blame Eric Price for being in the mental state he’s in. I … I don’t know what’s going to happen now. We are owed at least some explanation here. For God’s sake, that was Sarah’s sister she assaulted.
Erin Robbins: It’s personal family business.
Zach Davis: She did it live on national television and what was Lilith’s role in this? Why was she out here? One of the most hideous and vile acts I have ever witnessed folks. We’ll try to keep you updated on the medical condition of both Eric Price and Rachel Twilight via WCF.com after the broadcast but the one question remains and that is why Sarah, why?
Kyle Steel: The following match is a six man tag team match, and it is your main event!
“Hollywood Babylon” by the Misfits begins to play, sending the crowd into an angry frenzy. Scott Savage steps out onto the ramp, closely followed by Benjamin Atreyu, Waylon Cash, and John Gable.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, accompanied by Scott Savage... Waylon Cash, John Gable, and Benjamin Atreyu... the Savage Political Action Committee!
All four men pose on the ramp, as the crowd pelts them with garbage. Scott walks up the ring steps, and holds open the ropes, as his clients step in. When all four men are in the ring, they stand next to each other, and throw their arms in the air. The crowd boos loudly, as their music dies. It is replaced by “300 Violin Orchestra”. Jeff Purse, Jonny Fly, and Steve Orbit all step out from behind the curtain together.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, the team of Jeff Purse, Steve Orbit, and the WCF World Heavyweight champion... Jonny Fly!
Zach Davis: The team of Fly, Orbit and Purse choosing to come out together. An interesting choice to say the least.
Freddy Whoa: Hey guys, I'm back, for no apparent reason! Anyway, as far as this team... They're trying to show everybody that they're a united team. We'll have to see whether or not they can remember that throughout the course of this match.
The three men walk toward the ring, but before they can climb in, Waylon, Benjy and Gable all dive through the ropes, and tackle the other team. A brawl breaks out, with Gable fighting Purse, Atreyu fighting Orbit, and Waylon fighting Fly. They trade punches, as the referee tries in vain to get them into the ring.
Zach Davis: This match hasn't even started yet, and these men are trying to rip each other apart.
Gable and Purse eventually end up fighting their way into the ring, which is enough for the referee to signal for the bell. They trade right hands back and forth, with Purse gaining the upper hand. He kicks John in the gut, and hits him with a snap suplex. He holds onto the neck, and flips them both over onto their stomach. He then lifts his knees a few times, hitting Gable hard on top of his head. John eventually scrambles out of the hold, and gets to his feet. The men have a short stand off, before circling each other. During this time, their team mates stop fighting on the outside, and take their places on the apron.
Zach Davis: John Gable and Jeff Purse starting the match out. It looks like they're pretty evenly matched.
Gable goes in for the attack, but Purse hits him with a Japanese arm drag. Both men pop up, and this time it's Jeff that gets hit with an arm drag. They pop up again and run at each other. Instead of going for a hold, Jeff leaps into the air, and hits Gable with a dropkick, sending him flying back into his corner. He reaches up and tags in Atreyu, who steps between the ropes, and faces off with Jeff.
Freddy Whoa: Atreyu tags in, and Jeff Purse has to switch gears now. That's the thing you have to worry about with S-PAC. They are three very different kind fo wrestlers, so you almost have to game plan for three different matches.
Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu is all about high impact. You won't see a ton of chain wrestling. He likes to hit hard, and wear his opponent down. Jeff Purse might want to take advantage of his quickness here, and keep Benjy at a distance.
Benjy goes in for a shot, but Jeff scrambles around him, and backs up. Benjy goes for another swing, but Jeff ducks it, and bounces off the ropes. Jeff doesn't have the chance to get a move off. Benjy runs after him, and hits him with a hard forearm to the jaw that sends Purse straight to the mat. Atreyu stomps away at him, shoving him back into his corner. Benjy backs off before either of the others can grab him, allowing Jeff to tag in Jonny Fly. Fly climbs between the ropes, and smiles at Benjy. Atreyu returns the grin, and motions for Fly to come get him. They lock up, shoving each other back and forth. Jonny Sly uses his size advantage to back Atreyu into the ropes. Fly backs off, but slaps Benjy across the face.
Freddy Whoa: They could hear that one in the parking lot.
Benjy rubs his cheek, and laughs, before returning the slap equally hard. Fly rubs his own cheek, and nods, before slapping Atreyu once more. They continue slapping each other, growing faster and faster, until Atreyu changes it up, and hits Fly with a discuss punch. Fly stumbles backwards, allowing Benjy to hit a stiff forearm, that sends him into a neutral corner. Atreyu then whips fly across the ring to the opposite corner, and sprints toward him. Fly lifts his boot, hitting Benjy in the jaw. Atreyu stumbles back, giving Fly time to lunge forward, and send him to the ground with a hard lariat. Fly immediately goes for the liontamer, but Atreyu kicks him away, and scrambles to his feet.
Zach Davis: These two teams feeling each other out here. Most of them have faced each other at some point, but a tag team situation is an entirely different dynamic.
Fly goes to lock up again, but Atreyu ducks it, and starts hittin him with right hands. He backs Jonny into a corner, and tags in Waylon Cash. Benjy keeps Fly pined in the corner, while Cash gets into the ring. Both men stomp on Fly until he is on the ground, before backing up, and sprinting forward, hitting tandem knees to Fly's skull. Waylon drags Fly out of the corner, and goes for the cover.
...No! Jonny fly kicks out. Waylon drops down to his knees, slipping Fly into a half nelson. Waylon uses his free hand to deliver a few punches to the back of Fly's head. The referee back Waylon off, only to check if Fly is conscious and responsive. Jonny slowly rises, as Waylon eggs him on. Once Fly is to his hands and knees, Waylon runs forward, hitting him with a straight boot to the temple.
Zach Davis: A double team from S-PAC gives them the early advantage, and Waylon is really abusing it here.
Freddy Whoa: He's out for blood tonight. This could be really dangerous for Jonny Fly. He needs to tag out.
Jonny Fly tries to shake off the impact, as he crawls toward his corner. He reaches for Steve Orbit's outstretched hand, but is centimeters short. Waylon grabs his leg, and yanks him back to the center of the ring. Cash drops down and locks on a headlock, so he can stare at Orbit and Purse with mocking laughter. Waylon wrenches hard on the hold, as Fly reaches in vain for his partners.
Zach Davis: Waylon keeping Fly down here. He wants to make sure Fly stays in the match, and gets more and more tired.
Freddy Whoa: And it seems to be working. Of course, that might be the huge hits to the head Fly has taken.
Fly reaches up and rakes Waylon's eyes. Cash lets go of the hold, and Fly once again crawls for his corner. Just before Fly can make the tag to Orbit, Waylon dives on him, hitting three big elbows to the back of his head. He then lifts Jonny up, and tosses him into the corner. He stomps on Fly, putting him in a sitting position, before tagging in Gable. Gable gets into the ring, and continues the stomping. He then lifts Fly up, and sets him on the top rope. He then tags in Benjy, who climbs up, and grabs Fly in a headlock. He leaps off, hitting Fly with a super bulldog, and goes for the pin.
...No! Fly kicks out again.
Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly showing tremendous resiliency here, keeping his team in the match.
Benjy tosses Fly back into the corner, and tags in Waylon.
Zach Davis: S-PAC tagging in and out quickly keeping everyone fresh, and wearing down Jonny Fly.
Waylon climbs in, and both me grab Fly, hitting him with a double suplex. Benjy rolls under the bottom rope, and Waylon floats over into a pin.
...No! Fly kicks out yet again! Waylon slaps the mat in frustration. Waylon lifts him to his feet, but Fly shoves him backward. He spins around, and dives for his corner, finally tagging in Steve Orbit. The crowd erupts, as Orbit sends Waylon tot he ground with a right hand. He then runs over ot the corner, and knocks Gable and Benjy off the apron. He turns his attention back to Waylon, who is now standing. Orbit jumps into the air, hitting him with a calf kick.
Zach Davis: Orbit has taken control back for his team.
Orbit lifts Waylon, and backs him into a corner. He goes to whip him across the ring, but Waylon wrenches himself free and rolls out of the ring. All three members of S-PAC regroup, having a chat with Scott as the crowd boos.
Zach Davis: S-PAC conferring with their manager.
Freddy Whoa: This is smart. It breaks up Orbit's flow, and stops his momentum.
After a few moments, Waylon rolls back into the ring, and his partners jump back up onto the apron. Waylon feigns like he's going to lock up with Orbit, but backs up and tags in Benjy instead. Atreyu climbs into he ring, and faces off with Orbit. They lock up, but Atreyu immediately turns it into a side headlock. Orbit thinks quick, dropping back, and bouncing Atreyu off the ropes. He launches Benjy across the ring, and on the rebound, hits him with a dropkick to the face. Orbit pops up, and hits him with a leg drop, and covers him.
...No! Benjy gets the shoulder up. Orbit lifts up and into a suplex position. He stalls a second too long, allowing Benjy to shift his weight, Benjy lands on his feet, and holds on, hitting Orbit with a snap suplex. He sits the Mack up, and locks in a dragon sleeper. With Orbit in the hold, Benjy uses his free arm to hit Orbit in the sternum with several heavy elbows.
Zach Davis: Atreyu taking back control, and punishing Steve Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: These guys have to be careful. If you let S-PAC sink their teeth too far in, there's no coming back.
Steve slowly gets his footing, and rises to his feet, before dropping down, hitting Atreyu with a jawbreaker. Benjy stumbles back. Orbit spears him, and then runs over to the corner. He climbs to the top, and makes a flipping motion with his hands.
Zach Davis: Orbit trying to end it here! He's going for the Oakland Splash!
Before he can jump, Benjy gets to his feet, and runs up the ropes. He grabs Steve, and hits a belly to belly suplex off the top. Orbit crashes hard to the ground, and Benjy crawls over, tagging in Gable. He climbs between the ropes, and see Orbit crawling toward the other corner. He immediately drags him back to the center of the ring, and locks on an STF. He pulls back on the hold, as Orbit screams in pain, and reaches for his partners.
Zach Davis: Gable has that hold locked on tight. This isn't looking great for Steve Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: He's gotta get out of this hold if he wants to get the momentum going back the other way.
Orbit shifts his weight back and forth a few times, before rolling over, causing Gable to let go of the hold. Steve immediately dives for the corner, and tags in Jeff Purse. Purse hits Gable with lefts and rights, backing him into the opposite corner. Jeff doesn't see when Waylon makes the blind tag. Jeff whips Gable across the ring, but before he can do anything else, Waylon springboards off the top rope, and this him with a stiff dropkick to the back of the head. Purse this the mat, and Gable climbs out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse didn't see the tag, and it cost him dearly.
Waylon Cash mocks Purse, as he drags him to his feet. He whips him into the ropes, but Jeff comes back with a shoulder, block, sending Waylon to the amt. He bounces off the other ropes, as Waylon stands. Purse this him with a cross body block, which puts him down. Jeff then stands up, but is distracted by something in his corner.
Erin Robbins: Oh God. What is Mr. Happy doing here!?
Indeed, Mr. Happy has emerged from under the ring and is grinning up at Mr. Purse. Purse turns to him and starts yelling for him to get out of here.
Zach Davis: This distraction gives Waylon time to recover, and he's just rolled Jeff backwards into a pin!
Waylon pops up, and goes to celebrate, but Scott stops him, He quickly begins to usher his team to the back. Purse gets up but before he can react... BAM! CLOWNKICK!
Erin Robbins: Mr. Happy just hit Purse with a Clown Kick! Hot damn!
Mr. Happy knows the numbers game is against him, however, and quickly leaves the ring as Fly and Orbit enter. Purse struggles to get to his feet as Fly and Orbit both look disappointed with the loss.
Zach Davis: S-PAC was too much for the Dream Team tonight, but I somehow doubt we've seen the last of this feud.
Erin Robbins: And Dream Team or not, Orbit and Fly still face each other in a few short weeks at One for the WCF World Title.
Zach Davis: Either way, fans, we'll see you next week! Goodnight!
Slam fades to black as Fly and Orbit pose for the crowd as a hurt JeffPurse exits the ring.