George, Kevin, and Logan are backstage eating some hotdogs. They are making fun of passerby Nerds and Boudles.
Logan: Look at that fucking Boudle. You want some of this?
George: Look at that NERD! I think he wants a wedgie!
Kevin dropkicks a technician backstage. Then gets down in his face.
He comes back to the other two, slapping fives and chest bumping. We finally see that they are standing outside of Sarah Twilights locker room. She enters it, and they laugh.
George: Got the bag, Logan?
Logan: Hell yeah!
Kevin: I have the lighter.
George: Lets do this.
They approach Sarahs door. Logan puts a brown paper bag on the ground. Kevin lights it on fire. George knocks, and the three of them run and hide behind cases for large equipment. Sarah opens her door and sees the fire. Startled, she stomps on it...but she has fallen victim to the oldest trick in the book. Dog poop is now all over her shoes, and the floor and walls outside of her office. Kevin, Logan, and George all stand up from their hiding places.
They laugh and run away before she can retaliate. They slap more fives when they get away.
George: Logan, where did you get the dog poop?
Logan: Dog poop?
Kevin: Yeah, the dog poop in the bag.
Logan: It was supposed to be dog poop. Oh.
George: What was it?
Logan: My poop.
They all slap five. The scene cuts back to Zach and Erin.
Erin Robbins: Gross.
Zach Davis: HAHAHAHAHAHA
Erin Robbins: Lets move on.
"Wont Back Down" hits the PA, and Jeff Purse comes out of the back out onto the stage. He had no bike, no ramps, no nothing. He walks down to the ring, fans cheering, and slides in. He beckons for a microphone, which he recieves, and stand dead center in the ring. He waits a moment for the fans to die down, then begins to speak.
Jeff Purse: I wanted to come out here today to talk about something that has been on my mind for a while. Since I have been back, I have been itching, dieing to get my hands on Sarah Twilight. I wanted to finally resolve things the way they should be. So far we stand one and one, and I wanted to have that tie breaker. I set forth a plan to get this done, my Ten WCF Superstars plan. After the select ten, I should have a chance at Sarah Twilight. But lets face it, Sarah is a tyrant. There is no way she is going to give me exactly what I want. And to be honest, a couple of things have gotten in the way of my goal. Most of all being Jack Happy and Jonny Fly. So while I will continue my quest through ten WCF superstars to get to Sarah Twilight...there is a couple of things I want to address about my distractions.
Zach Davis: Well, we have all seen Jack Happy and Sarah Twilight cost Jeff his last two matches...which had Jonny Fly in them. I suppose thats a connection.
Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight and Mr. Jack Happy did nothing of the sort. Its not there fault that Jeff can't finish a match.
Zach Davis: You are deludid.
Erin Robbins: No you are.
Jeff Purse: Jack Happy, you are the dumbest mother fucker I have ever met in my life. You didn't show up on my radar, and while most people would take that as a good thing, you decided to get offended. Then, instead of letting it go, you decided that you were going to poke your fat nose in my business. You fucked with me three weeks ago, you fucked with me two weeks ago, and you fucked with me last week. I don't appreciate that Jack. I don't appreciate you deciding its your business to put your nose in my business. I am usually a fun loving, laid back, easy to get a long with guy. Until you piss me off. Well congratulations Jack, you managed to piss me off.
The fans pop.
Jeff Purse: You come out here, you make jokes, you throw food at people, you try to be funny, and still you fall flat on your face. You manage to pull off a win here and there, yet you still struggle to remain in any kind of spot light. You struggle for any kind of admiration from anyone. Nobody takes you serious, Jack. Its time to reaslise what you are...and what you are is a joke. You are one big, giant joke. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY takes anything you do or say seriously. Nobody things "Oh shit, I have to face Jack Happy". You suck. You aren't a wrestler. You are a sideshow. No you are worse than a sideshow, you are the guy cleaning up the elephant crap wanting to be a sideshow. But for some reason, you decided to put on your big boy panties and try to get some undeserved attention. You decided to take that shit you are cleaning, and throw it at the star performers. Well, even star performers don't like shit being thrown on them.
Zach Davis: I know I don't.
Erin Robbins: Well good thing you aren't a star performer.
Zach Davis: I have been here longer than you.
Erin Robbins: And already people like hearing me more. Interesting.
Jeff Purse: You are at the bottom of the fucking food chain Happy. Yet you keep trying to climb that fucking ladder, only to be knocked the fuck off of it time and time again. Why don't I consider you a threat? Because you aren't one. So far you have snuck up on me, you have fast counted me, you have distracted me, but you haven't actually faced me. You haven't looked me in the eyes and showed your true comtempt for me. You haven't held up the end of the bargin that says you are a man. You are a coward, Happy. A giant coward. But no more. I am going to give you this warning once and once only. Watch your fucking back Happy. Because you have a lot of hurt coming your way. I have a lot of pent up aggression, and I need a punching bag to take it out on. Because thats what you are Happy. Nothing more than a simple. fucking. punching. bag.
Zach Davis: Strong words from Jeff Purse.
Erin Robbins: Jack Happy won a three way, a tough match last week.
Zach Davis: Yeah, but Jeff is tired of his games.
Jeff Purse: That leads me to Jonny Fly. I said pretty much most of what I wanted to say to Jonny last week. But I suppose there is just one thing left...Jonny Fly...You are the best. Thats why you have the World Title. You are the best this company has seen probably since the legendary Torture. In fact I often wonder if Fly could best Torture. Its possible, though not highly probable. But I will say this, Fly...I wasn't ready for you the other night, it takes no rocket scientist to figure that out. That was my fault. I should have been prepared for anything, but I wasn't. So congrats on getting the upper hand Fly. But just like I say to Jack Happy, I say this to you...watch your back. Im tired of you. I am tired of your fucking mouth. Steve Orbit isn't looking to close it, he is only looking to take that belt from you. Me? I could give a fuck about that belt. Jonny, I am going to eventually, and surely, close that big fucking mouth of yours. So get it out while you can Fly. Call me a FlyJobber, call me a loser, talk down to me, talk shit about me to people who I respect, like Corey Black or Steve Orbit. Because the time you have to do so is limited. Because when I am done with you Fly, you will finally, finally, have nothing else to say.
Jeff drops the mic as his music blares on the PA.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse with some serious words.
Erin Robbins: I wonder how Jonny and Jack Happy will respond to this?
Zach Davis: Well, I guess only time will tell.
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as ‘The Queen Of Punishment’ Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage followed by her husband, ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson, they stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…being accompanied by ‘The Punisher’ Matthew Robinson…from New York City, New York now residing in Orlando, Florida…weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds! ‘The Queen Of Punishment’…Stacy…Robinson!
The Robinson’s reach the ring and both of them roll under the bottom rope, Stacy then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her hands before she unzips her jacket and hands it to Matthew before he exit’s the ring and ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Erin Robbins: Well, here comes Stacey Robinson. She has quite the task ahead.
Zach Davis: She is about to get NERD SMASHED!
Erin Robbins: No. I don’t think so.
Zach Davis: YOU NERD! You don’t know ANYTHING!
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.
Zach Davis: NERD SMASHERS!
Erin Robbins: It will be refreshing to see a strong female like Stacy destroy these two.
The ref signals for the bell and Kevin and Stacy tie up. Kevin reaches around and grabs Stacys butt. She backs up and he high fives George. The ref counts it as a tag, though the Nerd Smashers do not. They get in an argument which gives Stacey enough time to exit the ring and grab a chair. She gets back in the ring and smacks Kevin over the head with it. He falls. She covers, but the ref refuses to count. George comes in and stomps her, breaking up the non pin. Stacy rolls off and pops up quickly. George comes rushing at her, but she falls to the ground, pulling the top rope down, and George falls out of the ring, flat on his face on the outside.
Zach Davis: Some miscalculations by George.
Erin Robbins: Looks like he is going to get smashed, look.
Robinson has exited the ring, and is now on the stairs, with her chair. She is about to jump off and smack George in the head when Kevin comes up behind her and tackles her like this is tackle football. They both go flying forward, and George gets up just to get knocked back down by the tackle as well. George and Kevin stand up and start stomping on Stacy, trying to wear her down.
Erin Robbins: Wow…this is the first time these two have done anything right.
Zach Davis: YEAH!
They pick her up and throw her in the ring, and they go under the ring. They produce a table and pick it up and throw it in the ring. George sets it up as Kevin grabs Stacy and pulls her up to the top turnbuckle. He sets her up in powerbomb fashion, looking to put her through the table. George, as this is happening, exits the ring and grabs the ring bell. Kevin jumps and…
Zach Davis: NO!
Erin Robbins: Reversal by Robinson, she just hurricanrana’d Kevin through that table.
George sees this and slides into the ring, he swings the ring bell at Stacy, who ducks it. The bell hits the ropes, comes back, and smacks George in the face. This dazes him a bit, as he turns around….QUEENS KICK!
Erin Robbins: Harsh kick right to George’s face.
Zach Davis: What is she doing…NO!
She goes down and locks in YOUR FINAL PENANCE. George struggles to get out of it…but he can’t. Soon enough, he is out. The ref raises his hand once. It drops. Twice. It drops.
Zach Davis: One more time and its over…
Erin Robbins: And the ref raises his arm…
AND IT DROPS! The ref signals for the bell.
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson is the winner! She choked George out!
Zach Davis: That is…upsetting.
Stacy gets her arm raised by the ref, George and Kevin lay in the ring, probably very hurt.
We open with David Krink in a dark business suit walking down the hallways. People look at him with suspicious looks. The new guy has made quite a mystery. Finding his locker room, he takes out a door sign from underneath his jacket. Placing it on the doorknob, he opens the door and goes inside to get his things ready. When the door closes, the sign says "OPEN FOR BUSINESS".
We cut backstage to find George! trying to chat up Makayla Cooper as she stands outside her locker room, she doesn’t look very happy as she has her arms crossed and giving George! an annoyed glare.
George!: C’mon babygurl, you know you want a piece of the nerd smasher…
George! flexes his muscles much to the disgust of Cooper who rolls her eyes.
Makayla Cooper: How many times do I have to tell you that I’m seeing someone! Just back off!
George! simply ignores her and continues to flex his muscles in front of her when he is suddenly distracted by someone tapping him on the shoulder. George! turns around and finds himself face to face with Steele Matthews.
Steele Matthews: You heard the lady, back off…
George!: Who are you, her boyfriend or something?
Steele Matthews: Well, I’m the guy she’s been dating for the past few weeks, maybe I’m considered in that category now but it’s up to Mack…
Matthews looks over to Cooper and gives her a cheeky wink which causes her to smile and blush slightly.
George!: What would a nerdette smasher like her want to do with a nerd like you?
Steele Matthews: You’re asking the wrong person that question; Mack’s the one you need to ask that question. But you’re not going to get the chance because my patience is wearing thin so I’ll ask you one last time…back…the fuck…off!
George! smirks before turning away but then suddenly punching Matthews right in the face causing him to stumble back into Cooper’s arms.
George!: Haha…what a nerd!
Matthews, now seething, gets to his feet and pulls his denim jacket off and then charges at George! and nails him in the back of the head with an elbow.
Steele Matthews: I’m going to make sure you never hit on my girlfriend ever again!
Matthews then mounts George! and punches him repeatedly over and over again. As he continues to rain down punches on George!, in the distance, Kevin can be seen rushing towards them to help out his friend.
Kevin: What the Hell are you doing? Get off of him you nerd!
Before he can even grab hold of Matthews, from out of nowhere, Cooper nails Kevin with a dropkick. Both Matthews and Cooper get to their feet and dust themselves down, looking down at the carnage they have created. Cooper then turns and looks at Matthews.
Makayla Cooper: So I’m your girlfriend huh?
Steele Matthews: If you want…
There’s a short and awkward silence between the two which is quickly broken by Matthews.
Steele Matthews: Well good luck in your match later on…I’ll be watching…
Matthews then swiftly makes his exit as a faint smile appears on Cooper’s face as she watches him leave.
Makayla Cooper: Thanks…
Cooper continues looking in the direction Matthews left in.
"Cry for the Bad Man" by Lynyrd Skynyrd 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. He doesn't seem to notice the fans as he keeps stareing daggers towards the ring. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls to the corner where he sits Indian style for a few seconds. He reaches up and pulls himself up and lets out a war cry.
"Space Truckin'" by Deep Purple begins to play, as 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.
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.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Zach Davis: Mod Deuce finds himself in the middle of one of WCF's longest running rivalries.
As the bell sounds, Young and Henry begin brawling with one another. Mod stays back for the first few moments. Eventually Young gains the upper hand and is able to throw Henry to the ropes. He hits him with a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker as he comes back. Mod jumps in now, clubbing Young from behind before spinning him around and hitting a Short Arm Clothesline. He then begins stomping both Young and Henry.
Erin Robbins: Adam and Doc's tunnelvision cost them here.
Mod lifts Henry to his feet before lifting him and executing a Sidewalk Wlam into pin.
No!, Young breaks it up. Adam Young then lifts Mod Deuce up and kicks him in the gut before throwing him to the ropes and hitting an Exploder Suplex!
Zach Davis: Say what you want about him but beautiful Suplex there by Young! Here's another pin attempt!
No!, Henry breaks it up now! Henry kicks Young in the head before kicking Mod Deuce out of the ring. Young has stumbled up, and Doc runs at him...
Erin Robbins: SPEAR!
Another pin attempt!
No!, Young kicks out! Henry isn't done, of course, and he backs up as Young stumbles to his feet. He's dazed, and Henry is able to take him down with a Neckbreaker. Henry then begins climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry, going high risk here. He has to watch out, what if the mystery man from last week decides to attack again?
Henry takes a deep breath before diving off...
Erin Robbins: Frog Splash!
Henry hits it!
No!, Mod Deuce is back in the ring and breaks it up! He quickly picks Henry up and throws him out of the ring. He lifts Young up...
Zach Davis: TWO HANDED CHOKEBOMB! He calls that his Frag Out!
Into another pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: And there you have it! Mod Deuce picks up the victory!
Space Truckin' begins to play once more as Mod Deuce stands up, getting his arm raised in victory.
Zach Davis: Our next show is One and Mod Deuce goes into it with a victory! Always a good sign for any talent.
Mod Deuce is walking toward the entrance to head backstage... when the lights shut off.
Erin Robbins: ... the hell?
Suddenly, the tron flashes to life... images of a lush jungle are shown, accompanied by sounds from the beautiful environment... soon, static slices through the screen... and then, one word --
And a voice rings out --
Voice: ... Moddie. Caleb Fourchon mentioned something in his promo last week... something about how he expected I would interfere in your match. Mod... I don't operate like that. Some of you like to paint me as a person who sticks to bitching and moaning... but can't back up his words. Moddie... that's not me. I AM a person of action.
The screen flickers from the word 'BELiEVE' over a black screen... to the face of one of WCF's newest, as well as most talked about, competitor's... raYne.
raYne: Mod... iAm... a fighter. Whether you wish to Believe it or not. And soon? The Storm Front WILL debut, with you as its first guest. But tonight... I wasn't able to make it inside the arena for my match. No... cuz I was here...
The camera pans out... to show Mod's truck...
raYne: ... here. OUTSIDE the arena. And Moddie... I'll let you in on a secret. I don't mess with other people's matches...
... but I have NO PROBLEM messing with their material objects.
raYne pulls out a black baseball bat.
raYne: ... and neither does this little beauty. Mod... iAm action-oriented. And right here, RIGHT now... I'm putting that into effect. ... sorry 'bout your damn luck.
raYne smirks, as Mod looks livid. raYne takes a swing... and SHATTERS the driver's side window... the rear-view mirror... he oulls out a spike, and drives it into the front, left tire, INSTANTLY flattening it... Mod is furious.
raYne: Moddie... you wanna know...
raYne pulls out a can of hot pink spray paint and runs a line down the hood of the car...
raYne: ... why I'm REALLY doing all of this?
He glares into the camera... looking very serious...
raYne: Moddie... it's because...
... suddenly, raYne begins to smile.
raYne: ... I wanted to make... an impact.
raYne takes a swing... and CRUSHES the windshield. He drops the bat... and reaches into his pants... pulling out... a gas tank?!
raYne: ... yes. That's right Mod... business. That's ALL you are to me. ... though. I'll be honest...
raYne pours the contents of the tank onto the truck... before pulling out a match.
He then turns to the camera... and the smile is gone. A solemn expression washed over his face.
raYne: ... I have grown to fucking despise you. At first? I only wanted to make an impression, to make that impact... but you pushed me. You want to play the good guy? Fine. I AM neutral... and in so being? I can play the good guy...
... or the man in the black cowboy hat. And if that's what you want?
raYne strikes the match... and tosses it onto the truck, before quickly saying --
raYne: ... that's what you'll get.
raYne scurries off... and the truck EXPLODES... leaving glass, plastic, metal all strewn about...
... raYne stands not too far off, reveling in the chaos.
Without looking at the camera... he speaks.
raYne: You forced my hand, Moddie. It WAS business... but now?
raYne walks off... leaving Mod Deuce rushing through the curtains... devestated by what has befallen his precious truck...
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the PA. Tyler Walker heads to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. But he's sad. It's a sad bob. When he enters the ring, he picks up a mic and starts talking.
Tyler: My life has been terrible lately. First I find out that I am a wearwolf from outer space. It was hard to deal with and emotional. But at least I had my friend biohazard. My best friend and team mate who always was there for me and made me feel like a man when I was with him. And then
Tyler looks like he spaced out for a minute.
Tyler: Wait I forgot what I was saying.
Tyler takes a peice of paper out from his trunks and struggles to read it
Tyler: biohazard was my best friend. I dont understand why he spit the ooze in my face. I mean it just really hurt so bad, it hurt on the inside too. The pain runs deep. In my soul. And so then I find out that I am going to fight my former best friend biohazard at One on Pay Per View. When I heard that I was so mad and I threw the TV across the room and punched a hole in the wall. The wall was brick too but I'm a beast warewolf freak from space so ya. The point is I just hope...
Tyler gets emotional
Tyler: I just hope after the match we can be friends again. I hope we can be men and not like these fags around here and just go back to the way things were and put our differences aside. Whatever I did b-haz I'm sorry. I'm sorry bro. I just wanna be bros again. I know no one can understand it but I love biohazard and hes my main bro. And if I have to crush him at One to get him back on my side then thats exactly what I will go and do.
biohazard plays and biohazard comes out wearing sunglasses because his futures so bright he has to wear shades
biohazard: look tyler its time i set the record straight you see the truth is that my people have been at war with your people for many years. at first i thought i could put that behind me for the sake of the tag team so we could be future world champions. but tyler we kept losing and it was all your fault. week after week i did the best promos the wcf has ever seen and the fans all told me i was going to be a star. but the truth is you were holding me back
the fans boo like angry ghosts
biohazard: and i dont mean holding my back like when you gave me all those awesome massages which i do miss by the way. and also i found out there can only be one world champion anyway so it didnt make sense to be in a tag team. but also i am a gentleman. ive been to many gentlemans clubs. you think you are a gentle man too. so at one we will compete in a match for gentlemen to see who the gentlest man is. that match will be a tuxedo match!
the fans cheer like cheerleaders
Zach Davis: whoa did you hear that biohazard vs tyler walker in a tuxedo match
Erin Robbins: biowalker explodes at one!!!!!!!
Coming back from commercial as Marco Valintine, Original Gangster, and Jason Weslow are all already in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Did... did the Original Gangster just seriously shoot both a tommy gun and an AK-47? What did we just witness?
Zach Davis: Anyway.. moving on.
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.
"Spacegrass" by Clutch filters through the PA system of the arena du jour while yellow and green lights flash intermittently. A cloud of smoke gradually engulfs the ringside area, complementing the early 90's stoner rock vibe. Zombie McMorris and Diablo Calzone appear in the audience, silhouetted by a spotlight, nodding out to the music. They begin their walk down to the ring and are quickly snatched up by the fans. The duo is bodysurfed through the crowd all the way down to the barrier. They hop the crowd barrier just as the music kicks into high gear, becoming heavier and more aggressive. ZMAC and D-LO headbang and play air guitar and drums, respectively, before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. They hop onto the turnbuckles in opposite corners of the ring and salute their fans as the music fades.
Erin Robbins: Zombie McMorris is our Internet Champion, and he's facing Marco Valintine at One!
As the match starts, Valintine and Zombie begin brawling. The crowd cheers the two on as Zombie gets the upper hand. McMorris hits Valintine with several haymakers in a row, sending him reeling. Valintine leans against the ropes, bounces off, and Zombie then hits a Sitout Powerbomb!
No, Mack is there to break it up. Zombie stumbles up and Mack hits a Dropkick, taking him down. She then stomps on Valintine a few times before jumping to the top and flying off...
Zach Davis: Moonsault Leg Drop! What athleticism from Makayla Cooper!
Makayla makes the pin.
No!, McMorris breaks it up this time. He lifts Mack up and hits a Snap Suplex. This gives Valintine a chance to roll away and tag in Original Gangster.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the OG.
OG enters and runs at Zombie McMorris, who turns to him just in time to get a knee to the face. Makayla, meanwhile, tags in Jason Weslow.
Zach Davis: These two aren't a real team but maybe they'll turn into one? Who knows.
Erin Robbins: Doubt it!
Weslow comes in and runs at OG, but OG turns and catches him into a Snap Powerslam. OG stomps away at him until the now legal Diablo Calzone grabs him from behind and hits a German Suplex!
Zach Davis: Oof! We almost missed the tag but here comes Diablo.
Weslow has crawled into the corner, and Diablo starts kicking him right in the face. OG is up though and spins him around, grabbing his throat...
Erin Robbins: Chokeslam! What power from the OG.
OG tags Valintine back in. Valintine comes in and grabs Weslow, but Weslow shoves him away before tagging Mack back in. Mack enters, ducking a Clothesline from Valintine, before hitting a Snapmare Driver!
Zach Davis: Oof!
Mack goes for the pin.
No, Diablo breaks it up. He lifts Makayla up, but as he does she hits him with a Double Slap!
Erin Robbins: Ooohh damn. Huge slaps to Diablo Calzone!
Calzone is just barely able to throw his body towards his corner to tag Diablo back in before collapsing. Mack runs at him, going for a Handspring Elbow, but Zombie sidesteps her and dumps her out of the ring. Valintine is to his feet, Zombie kicks him...
Zach Davis: AXE WOUND!
Into the pin.
Erin Robbins: The Vapor Kings pick up the win!
The bell sounds as Diablo Calzone, still hurting from the slaps, enters the ring and celebrates with McMorris.
We cut backstage to find Logan and Lilith walking towards their locker room. Logan had his WCF Hardcore Title over his shoulder, whereas Lilith had Shelley over hers. Shelley was fast asleep, she had most likely tired herself out from crying all the time. Logan and Lilith were in a deep conversation however all you could make out from it was random “boudles” “trashcans” and “babygurls”. Just before they were about to enter Logan’s locker room, Hank Brown approached them with his microphone outstretched.
Hank Brown: Lilith last week...
Logan: Shut up!
Lilith: Yeah! Shut up trashcan!
Hank Brown: But I just wanted to...
Lilith: SHUT UP!
Logan: Nicely handled babygurl.
Lilith: Shut up Logan!
Logan: You shut up! I'm Mr. WCF...
Lilith: More like Mr. Trashcan.
Lilith: Nothing babygurl. I like your shoes by the way Logan, very smart.
Logan: Thanks babygurl I...
Lilith: SHUT UP!!!
Hank Brown: Anyway I just wanted to know why...
Lilith suddenly grabbed the microphone out of Hank Browns hand and pushed him down the corridor. She began to laugh as she looked into the camera. Logan stood by her side continuing to throw insults at Hank Brown.
Lilith: Shut up Hank, I've got this. Now let me guess, you want to know why I destroyed Chelsea last week?
Hank Brown: Well...
Lilith: SHUT UP! I've said it before and I'll say it again... I didn't do a damn thing to Mrs. Wonderful, she did this to herself! You really want to know why Chelsea was beaten nearly to death?! Why don't you ask her!
Logan: Also ask her why she's such a boudle bitch!
Lilith: Yeah ask her that too! Fact is Hank, people think I am the bad guy... They couldn't be more wrong. I am not the bad guy, Chelsea is and forever will be the bad guy! She skips around with her little friends trying to give everyone the impression that she's some happy rainbow loving girl... Some force of goodness to fight the evil within this place... Don't buy it! It is nothing but a pack of lies.
Logan: A pack of lies!
Lilith: What was the first thing Seifer and his little boyfriend did when they heard about what Chelsea did to herself? They got some guns and pretended to go out shooting. Let me ask you something Hank, do good guys shoot people?! Let alone defenseless women!
Hank: Ermmmm well no I...
Logan: Shut up!
Lilith: Shelley is loving being with me and you know what? I am starting to enjoy having her too. They can do and say whatever they want but they will never get her back! You people should really be thanking me for taking a defenseless baby girl away from a group of such vile mentally unstable TRASHCANS!
Logan: Trashcan boudle bitches!
Being happy with the way the interview went, Lilith threw the microphone back at Hank Brown hitting him square in the chest. She began to walk off, grabbing Logan’s hand and pulling him down the corridor.
Lilith: This interview is over. Logan let's get out of here, you have a match to prepare for.
Lilith: Hotdogs. You know, I was thinking… And I think tonight I will join you at ringside to watch you destroy that worthless peanut butter sandwich god Oblivion and Mr. I’m so worthless I don’t even know what my own name is, Purse.
Logan: You want to join me at ringside?
Lilith: Shut up!
Logan: Let’s do it babygurl!
Lilith: What right here? Or do you want to go back to the hotel room first?
Logan began pelvic thrusting as the scene faded to black.
Zach Davis: This matchup is going to feature two of the more talented young wrestlers in the WCF, both competing for a chance at the Television Title at One.
Erin Robbins: That’s right Zach, big opportunity here for both men.
“Cape Fear Suite” begins to play over the PA system and Caleb Fourchon walks out onto the stage. The Cajun wild man pauses for a moment on the stage and looks out at the booing crowd. He begins walking slowly to the ring, eyes either focused on the referee. Fourchon leaps to apron, and then steps over the ropes. He makes a circuit around the ring staring at the crowd, before stopping at his corner, where he squats down on his haunches and waits.
Zach Davis: Fourchon had an impressive debut last week, and he seems to be fast-tracked to championship gold, but there’s just one problem with that…
"Absolute Zero" begins to play and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak.
Erin Robbins: That problem is Chase Michaels. He’s a gifted wrestler in his own right who’s not about to throw away a chance at the WCF’s Television Title.
They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting for the match to begin.
The two men square off against each other in the ring, as the official signals for the bell. They lock up, with Michaels quickly taking the upper hand with a couple of knees to the gut of Fourchon. Michaels grabs Fourchon by the wrist and swings him into the ropes, using the force of the bounce, Fourchon spins off the ropes and nails Michaels with a clothesline. Chase Michaels tries to quickly get back to his feet but Fourchon lays him out with a running power slam right into a pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Chase Michaels kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Relatively easy kick out for Chase Michaels there.
Both men get back to their feet and lock up once again. They start trading blows until Fourchon lands a hard elbow to Michael’s jaw. Michaels returns the shot with a forearm to the Fourchon’s face. The two break apart and Michaels nails a kick to the temple of Fourchon, who stumbles backward. Michaels pulls back against the ropes and uses the added momentum to hit a spear straight to Fourchon midsection, hitting him hard enough to propel them both through the middle ropes and onto the mats on the outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Both men spill to the outside!
Trying to keep momentum, Michaels begins stomping on Fourchon who is lying prone on the floor. Fourchon manages to grab the ankle of Michaels and hit a makeshift leg sweep. Michaels stumbles backward against the ring barrier. Fourchon pulls himself to his feet and approaches Michaels. Before he can do anything though, Michaels grabs him and hits a snap suplex. He immediately turns and heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Michaels turns himself around and jumps off the top rope hitting a diving knee to the midsection of Caleb Fourchon.
Erin Robbins: Diving knee from Michaels!
Zach Davis: He’s going for the pin!
Erin Robbins: NO! Fourchon kicks out!
Fourchon just gets the shoulder up in time, Michaels slaps the mat in frustration and jumps up, pulling Fourchon up to a standing position. Michaels goes to hit another suplex, but Fourchon reverses it, pushes off, and then lands a big boot to the face of Chase Michaels. Fourchon follows by putting his boot on the throat of Michaels and pushing down.
Zach Davis: Ouch, that’s got to hurt.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, something jammed that hard into your throat….uh, nevermind.
Zach Davis: ….
The Cajun Crippler relents, and helps Chase Michaels back to his feet. With Michaels upright, Fourchon whips him into the ropes and then as he bounces back hits him with a running crossbody. With both wrestlers on the mat now, Fourchon sticks his feet into the back of Michaels, rolls him over, and puts him into a bow and arrow hold.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. From the little we’ve seen of this guy, he’s a gifted technical wrestler. That hold looks brutal. Chase Michaels is in a world of hurt right now.
Chase Michaels begins screaming out in pain.
Zach Davis: Yeah, literally and figuratively. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen this maneuver, and you’re right Erin, it’s brutal just to look at.
The seconds tick by…5…10…15…20…and Michaels continue to scream out in anguish. The referee continues to check on him, but each time Michaels insists that he’s fine - even if it doesn’t sound like it. After about 30 seconds, somehow, Michaels manages to get one of his hands free and swings it downward connecting with Fourchon’s head. He swings his momentum to the side and rolls out of the hold.
Erin Robbins: Impressive escape there by Chase Michaels. A crucial point in the match right there, and he adverted disaster.
Michaels gingerly gets back to his feet but Caleb Fourchon is waiting for him. Fourchon sends a kick to The Lone Wolf’s midsection and then downs him once again with a fisherman’s DDT. He quickly hooks the leg for the cover.
NO! Chase Michaels is able to kick out once again.
Zach Davis: That one was a lot closer. Chase Michaels might be starting to run out of steam.
Fourchon must be thinking the same thing. He quickly gets up and brings Chase Michaels back to his feet. He tosses Michaels into the corner and then runs at him going for a splash…
Erin Robbins: NO! Chase Michaels moves out of the way!
Fourchon spins and hits the turnbuckle empty-handed. Michaels turns to face him and sends kick to Caleb’s midsection. Michaels moves in and grabs Fourchon and lifts him into a sitting position on the top rope. He climbs up onto the second rung and turns around to face the ring. He reaches back, grabs Caleb by the neck, and then jumps forward off the turnbuckle executing a DDT from the top rope!
Zach Davis: BIG TIME move right there from Chase Michaels, completely turning the momentum in this match.
Michaels spins back to his feet. He brings Caleb Fouchon back upright and then spins around behind him. Before Fourchon can turn around, Michaels strikes with the ‘Vicious Intent’ running clothesline to the back of his opponent’s neck. Fourchon falls helplessly, face first to the mat. Michaels drops down to his knees, turns him over, and then goes for the cover.
Erin Robbins: Fourchon looks out. This could be it!
Zach Davis: NO! NO! Caleb Fourchon is able to kick out LITERALLY at the last possible second.
Michaels is frustrated. He sends a stiff shot to Caleb’s head and then gets back to his feet once again. He heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. Caleb Fourchon still hasn’t moved and from the top rope The Alpha Predator is stalking. Michaels leaps…flash bulbs go off from all corners of the arena…and then…
Erin Robbins: HE CONNECTS! HE CONNECTS! THE DEVIL’S WHISPER!
Without wasting a moment’s time, Chase Michael’s goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: WAIT! NO! Caleb Fourchon just reversed it! He’s got Michaels in a roll-up!
Erin Robbins: He’s hooked his shorts for leverage!
Zach Davis: NO! HOLY FUCK, NO! I have no clue how, but Chase Michaels managed to kick out.
Erin Robbins: A crazy turn of events here, Zach. Both of these competitors badly want a chance to go to One and fight for a title.
Both men get back to their feet. They begin sizing one another up. Michaels jab steps, but Fourchon retreats backward. Then its Fourchon with the jab step, and Michaels retreating. Finally the two tie up one more time. Fourchon gets the advantage with the side headlock but Michaels quickly breaks the hold and pushes away. Michaels irish whips Fourchon, but Fourchon reverses it, pulling him into a kick. Fourchon then hits a One Arm Falling Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: LAGNIAPPE BOMB!
Fourchon quickly goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: Caleb Fourchon gets the win! We've got Fourchon versus Armstrong at One!
Fourchon gets to his feet and gets his arm raised before climbing up the turnbuckle and making the "belt" motion across his waist.
The camera cuts to backstage. Jack Happy is seen walking the halls, nothing more, nothing less. Well, at least for now. Because from behind, and out of nowhere, Jeff Purse comes charging at him with a chair in hand, and smashes the chair into Jacks' back. Happy goes down, but Jeff continues his assault. He brings the chiar up, and then down onto Happys back. Happy falls from his hands and knees onto his torso. Jeff throws the chair down on him, but picks Happy up, setting him up, and hitting a quick snap suplex on him, which sends Happy body first into a popcorn vender stall. The exact stall that Jeff used to work at. But thats not enough for Jeff. He picks Happy up, leaning him on the remains of the stall, so Happy can stand, as he is clearly out of it. He hits him hard with The Spoke, which sends Happy back onto the remains of the stall. Jeff gets in his face.
Jeff Purse: NO MORE JOKES YOU FUCKING CLOWN! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH ME!
Zach Davis: There is a fire in Jeff's eyes that I have never seen before. It looks like he lost it.
Erin Robbins: I agree. I kinda like it...
Zach Davis: Don't get turned on you freak. We need help back there.
Jeff picks up Happy, grabs his arm, and locks in his signature Arm Breaker. He wrenches and wrenches, Happy screaming out in pain.
Jeff Purse: I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR FUCKING ARM!
Finally, some security come and, after a while, pull Jeff off of Jack.He is still kicking and screaming, but they manage to pull him away from the scene.
Zach Davis: Jeff warned Happy that the games were over.
Erin Robbins: That was hot.
Zach Davis: Ugh.
Zach Davis: Well, here we go! It's time for our sixth match of the night, and WHAT a match it promises to be!
Erin Robbins: Indeed it is. We have a triple threat on our hands, as Jorge Diaz and Cormack MacNeill square off against Ryan Rhodes for the United States title! And as per the usual Sarah Twilight rules, it's going to be held under No-Disqualification rules! I can't wait for to see the wrestlers start to let loose and hammer each other crazy!
Zach Davis: Ehh... that sounds a little psycho, but I am sure that's the main intention of our boss - to ensure that each competitor can give his or her utmost in order to obtain the title. Of course, as stated on Twitter, we will be joined by a special guest commentator. One I don't exactly approve of, but one who will be here nonetheless. Let's welc--
Erin Robbins: HEY! That's no way to introduce a guest commentator Zach. Here, let Stanley Moser do it. Hit it big boy.
Stanley Moser: The following bout is set for one fall! It is a Triple Threat match for the United States Championship!
Huge cheers emerge from the Las Vegas crowd.
Stanley Moser: Introducing the guest commentator for this bout... from Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae blasts through the speakers of the arena as those who are unaware of his entrance stand about curiously. For the majority, however, they are aware of his impending arrival, and are letting their boos be heard.
Zach Davis: Oh boy, here he comes.
A sole spotlight appears on the ramp as a geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle himself struts out from the back, illuminating his body from the slight darkness. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and the attempts to agitate him.
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin then walks to the broadcast table, wearing his usual icy thin smile on his face, waiting to be greeted by the commentating team. The ever-perky Erin Robbins leaps up from her seat and extends an eager hand out, which the scientist grasps in appreciation. However, when Zach Davis does the same thing, Micayle simply rolls his eyes and lowers himself to his seat, ignoring his gesture of friendship. He dons on a spare set of earphones and positions himself near an unoccupied microphone, while the broadcast duo head back to their seats, albeit a little awkwardly. The boos continue in the background.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Hello Erin... and Zach. Let's not spend too much time yakking on, shall we? I've got a match I'm very interested in analysing.
Zach Davis: So... welcome to the show Remus.
Remus Micayle: It's Doctor Remus, mind you. And thanks once again.
Erin Robbins: Ha! Don't forget that Zach. And as we were saying, we are eagerly awaiting the appearance of our first participant in tonight's huge United States match! He should be entering any time now!
And her prediction was right. Literally seconds later, a very hyped-up Jorge Diaz walks out to the blast of his entrance, "Fuck Dat Bitch" By Young Dro.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Miami, Florida... weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds... JORGE DIAZ!!!
Wasting little time, the Floridian dashes to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, raising an arm with a closed fist in the centre of the ring. A mixed reaction greets the dancer as he does so.
Zach Davis: One very determined Jorge Diaz we are looking at tonight indeed. Do you think he stands a chance at winning the title, Erin?
Erin Robbins: I thi--
Remus Micayle: Of course he does. With the state that our respectable United States Champion is in lately, anyone could be champion. Jorge Diaz looks good tonight, and I have a good feeling about the young man. Those eyebags are probably from studying wrestling tapes of Rhodes throughout the week.
A brief moment of silence falls as the duo try to accommodate the critical scientist. But almost immediately, "Taylor Made" by Real Mackenzies resonates throughout the MGM Grand Arena. Almost simultaneously, the crowd erupts into cheers as the pro-Cormack crowd show their appreciation to the Celtic warrior.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... CORMACK MACNEILL!!!
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. As the bagpipes kick in, he walks faster, eyes on the ring.
Zach Davis: Here comes our next fighter! If anything, he is my pick of the night. Loving that kilt he's wearing tonight.
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his hands in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring. Cries of 'Let's go MacNeill!' and 'Cormack!' echo throughout the arena, much to the pleasure of the brawler.
Erin Robbins: I'm pretty ambivalent about this chap. I mean, he's good and well-loved by many. But is he good enough to dethrone our champion? Guess we'll just have to see.
Remus Micayle: He's wearing a kilt. How does that help his mobility in the ring? I'm not quite sure how it'll help his chances, considering he's up against a very agile Diaz. I'm s--
The rest of Micayle's commentary gets cut off as the arena simply explodes. The house lights dim as Korn’s 4 U plays. As the arena fades to black, a green V pulses on the jumbotron. As the last words of 4 U play, Green fireworks erupt from the stage and Venom is seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp, wearing a grim expression on his face. Linkin Park’s Faint plays as the lights come up.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent... from Detroit, Michigan... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-seven pounds... he is the reigning United States Champion... RYAN 'VENOM' RHODES!!!
The crowd bellows in ecstasy as 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 a fist in the air, enticing the crowd into a frenzy. After posing a little, he immediately turns his attention to the broadcast table, staring down Micayle for a couple of seconds, before looking back at his opponents.
Remus Micayle: What a disrespectful mongrel.
Zach Davis: Well... you did spread horse manure on his locker last week...
Remus Micayle: It was a message well sent, and apparently quite well received. Let's enjoy the match and do less talking, shall we?
The three participants gather in the centre of the ring as senior referee Stanley Moser takes the championship belt from Rhodes. He shows it to the live crowd once more, before passing it to a nearby stagehand to safekeep. Moser speaks his final words to the three wrestlers before signalling for the bell.
Erin Robbins: And we are off! I'm honestly quite thrilled for this match. Who will emerge victorious!
Almost immediately, Diaz charges towards Rhodes, taking the champion down to the ground with a strong football tackle. The former dancer tries to hammer away at Rhodes, who is putting up an extremely strong defence with his hands blocking his vital areas. Not willing to let Diaz get the upper hand in the match this early, the ever-alert MacNeill separates the duo, using his superior strength to push Diaz off his feet, while simultaneously kicking Rhodes away. Both Diaz and Rhodes scramble to their feet, each breathing heavily.
Zach Davis: Cormack showing his strength with that impressive display, will he be the core factor tonight? I mean, there's only so long a wrestling match of this calibre can go for. Could it be his endurance that separates the three men, and allow him to win his first title here in the WCF?
The three men circle one another warily, each waiting for the other to make the first move. And as it turns out, it was once again the agile Diaz who chose to strike. This time however, his target is the big man MacNeill. He charges towards him, but before he could land a blow, MacNeill takes him out with a brutal clothesline that sends him skidding out of the ring! Taking advantage of the opportunity, Rhodes, who had quietly snuck behind MacNeill, wraps him up in a sleeper hold! The Canadian desperately swings with his fists, trying to escape the hold, but Rhodes has it locked on tight.
Zach Davis: Fast-paced match to say the least! Can MacNeill get out of this!
Diaz is still stirring on the outside, no doubt hurt by the devastating blow delivered earlier. MacNeill, on the other hand, is starting to fade. His face has developed a slight bluish tint over the course of the past few seconds, and his blows are starting to slow down. Almost as if he could sense his opponent fading, Rhodes tries to tighten the grip.
Erin Robbins: I think Rhodes might just have had it here!
Remus Micayle: I doubt it. It's too early in the match for a monster like Cormack to black out. He's probably playing feint.
But it doesn't seem that way for the kilt-wearing wrestler. He slumps to one knee, obviously hurting from the extended period of time the sleeper hold has been on him. Taking advantage of his vulnerable position, the United States champion manages to tighten his grasp, if that was even possible. The crowd is cheering - one wants Rhodes to win the title, while the other desperately wants Cormack to stay in the game. But it seems that Rhodes is definitely going to win...
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD! I DIDN'T SEE THAT COMING!
Zach Davis: What a move by Jorge Diaz!
Remus Micayle: Brilliant.
Unbeknownst to the other wrestlers, Diaz had already recovered from the strike by MacNeill earlier and had sneakily gotten a chair from under the ring. While Rhodes was busy choking the Canadian out, Diaz had leapt back into the ring and delivered a springboard missile dropkick while holding the chair to the United States Champion! The crowd groans as the sound of metal resonates throughout the arena. Along with Rhodes, MacNeill slumps to the canvas, finally freed from the sleeper hold. A portion of the crowd jeers at Diaz's actions, while the other half politely applauds.
Zach Davis: I was wondering when the first weapon would show up! And show it did in the hands of the ever-dangerous Jorge Diaz! Simply a dazzling aerial attack delivered with ease and power!
Erin Robbins: Simply devastating! I think Diaz might have just knocked the champ out!
Evidently, Diaz was of the same page. He flashes a smile at the crowd before bending over to grab the dented chair from the mat. A dangerous look passes his face as he turns his attention to the fallen Rhodes. Without a moment's hesitance, Diaz delivers shot after shot after shot to his head, eliciting gasps and shouts of pain from the champion. Diaz smashes harder and harder, until the steel chair comes apart, much to the disbelief of the live crowd.
Erin Robbins: Oh my goodness! I have no idea what state of mind Ryan is right now, but it can't be right! No one can possibly endure this much pain!
Zach Davis: I... agree. I don't know how Ryan Rhodes can come back from this assault. Goodness, I do NOT want to see this match end up this way!
Diaz throws the broken chair aside, before dropping over Rhodes for a pinfall. Stanley Moser slides into position.
No! Rhodes kicks out before the referee slaps his hand down a third time! Diaz actually looks stunned at his effort, almost disbelieving that someone could kick out from a pin after such a heinous assault. He covers Rhodes once more.
No! Once again, Rhodes shows his fighting spirit, hanging on to his championship valiantly. At this point, Diaz is besides himself. Trembling a little in rage, the dancer stands up and lifts Rhodes. Dazed, the champion wobbles for a moment before regaining clarity. But by that point of time, it's too late - Rhodes is already in position for the Tango Drop, his entire body is clenched tightly in the reverse STO.
Remus Micayle: We have a new champion.
Zach Davis: Rhodes surely will not be able to kick out if he's hit by this. What a performance by Diaz so far!
The audience collectively hold their breaths, awaiting the drop. Diaz smirks a little, almost as if confident of his victory. He grasps Rhodes's neck, and swings...
Erin Robbins: This is it!
BUT NO! Somehow or another, Rhodes manages to power out of the Tango Drop, and push Diaz away! Stumbling back a couple of steps, Diaz tries to orientate himself and regain the advantage. But before he can do so, Cormack MacNeill reenters the fray! The big man rushes in with a GIGANTIC bicycle kick, kicking Diaz almost halfway across the ring!
Zach Davis: INSTANT HANGOVER OUT OF NOWHERE! Who would have seen that coming!
Erin Robbins: Diaz must be out of it! I can hear his skull crack from way over here!
Having accomplished his mission of despatching Diaz, MacNeill turns his attention to the winded Rhodes. But as MacNeill approaches the United States champion, ready to deliver more hurt, Rhodes manages to turn the tide of the battle, dropping MacNeill to the mat with a dropkick out of nowhere! As the Canadian hits the mat, the thud of his head hitting the mat echoes loudly. Exhausted, Rhodes falls to the canvas as well, taking this opportunity to catch his breath.
Erin Robbins: Ouch, ouch, ouch. What a brutal match we are seeing thus far. All three men are down, but the referee cannot count any of them out, this being a triple threat match! Zach, aren't you impressed by the tenacity of our United States champion thus far?
Zach Davis: Of course I am! But I'm also equally struck by MacNeill's never-say-die spirit and Diaz's powerful blows. These three are future stars of the WCF; that's for sure! What say you, Doctor?
Remus Micayle: I have nothing to say regarding Rhodes and MacNeill. But Diaz... I see potential. Mark my words. He's quite a for--
Erin Robbins: Oh, oh! MacNeill and Rhodes are getting to their feet, while poor Diaz is still lying motionless in the corner. What a match, I gotta say!
Wiping the sweat from his face, Rhodes manages to get the first blow in. His punch forces MacNeill to take a step back in pain. Cormack tries to retaliate, but his punch only manages to clip Ryan Rhodes. Rhodes continue to press his advantage, eventually managing to push MacNeill into the corner turnbuckle, where he continues to hammer on. MacNeill tries to block the blows, but it's near impossible to protect every area of your body. After a particularly sickening blow to the stomach that leaves MacNeill bent over, Rhodes grabs the challenger in a belly-to-belly grip, and flips the big man OVER his head!
Zach Davis: Wow! What a move!
Limping over to his fallen foe, Rhodes goes for the pinfall.
But MacNeill hangs in there! Rhodes looks a little stunned, but recovers his composure quickly. He hoists MacNeill to his feet and delivers a picture-perfect DDT. Without wasting another second, he grabs the Canadian's legs, and goes into position.
Erin Robbins: The sharpshooter!
Zach Davis: And yes! He sucessfully manages to roll Cormack over to his belly! The submission hold is in! Will he tap!
Cormack is screaming in agony, as once again, he's placed in a painful submission manuever. However, his pain is short-lived, as out of nowhere, Jorge Diaz comes in to save the day with a simply BEAUTIFUL running enzuiguri! The foot of Diaz hits Rhodes's jaw with sickening impact, his eyes glassing over with the pain. Not letting up, Diaz immediately tries to take advantage of the situation, flipping MacNeill over for the pin attempt.
But no! MacNeill is showing the resilience of a Spanish fighting bull, refusing to give in despite suffering a severe beating. The crowd is loving it, and is eagerly cheering him on. Wearing a grim look on his face, Diaz hauls MacNeill up to his feet and tosses him out of the ring!
Zach Davis: And... out Cormack goes! I'm guessing that Diaz wants to win the title off the real champion! Noble attempt!
Remus Micayle: Or he wants to target the weaker opponent. I said Rhodes was weak, and I think that Diaz sees that too. He's definitely easier to pin than Cormack.
Zach Davis: I don't quite agree with you there.
Remus Micayle: Then don't. But remember your place Zach. I'm a wrestler and you are not. I think I would know better.
Erin Robbins: Oh, what is Diaz doing!
Diaz has already placed Rhodes back up on his feet. He is setting up for a power move, when suddenly, Rhodes strikes out with a chop to the chest, hitting Diaz off-balance! The crowd erupts as that move connects, and Diaz stumbles back a little. Taking advantage of the opening, Rhodes charges towards Diaz, but Diaz reverses it, and flips Rhodes out of the ring too! The United States champion lands heavily outside of the ring, just besides the recovering MacNeill. The sudden jolt alerts Cormack, and the Canadian immediately brings Rhodes up, intent on finishing the battle.
Zach Davis: The end is near... I can sense it!
Cormack and Rhodes are exchanging punches on the outside, but just as Rhodes was about to get the upper hand, a sudden cry diverts their attention. Diaz, who had picked up the seat of the broken steel chair left in the ring is currently going sky high - and IN STYLE!
Erin Robbins: What a moonsault! And with a chair in hand, no less!
Remus Micayle: I told you he was good.
The Las Vegas crowd goes even WILDER, if that's even possible. Ryan Rhodes and Cormack MacNeill try to avoid the blow, but it's far too late. The sound of metal on flesh resonates loudly once more, as not one, but BOTH of the other wrestlers get introduced to this new form of aerial acrobatics.
Zach Davis: Simply DEVASTATING! This is an instant classic here, ladies and gentlemen! Remember this title defence at Slam, cause it's absolutely fantastic!
Erin Robbins: Wait, two of these competitors are stirring, while the other is laid out. Who is it... I can't see!
Ryan Rhodes and Jorge Diaz manages to stumble to their feet!
Remus Micayle: Hm. Guess Ryan Rhodes is stronger than I gave him credit for.
The two men roll back into the ring, intent on settling things once and for all. They meet in the ring, exchanging blows. The shots are slow, and it is obvious that both competitors are tired beyond belief. Diaz gains the advantage and irish whips Rhodes into the ropes. He lowers his head, waiting for the return, but Rhodes manages to slow his momentum down and regain his footing. Seeing an opening, the buoyed Rhodes grabs Diaz in a suplex powerslam, and SLAMS him down HARD on the mat!
Zach Davis: VENGEANCE! THIS IS IT!
Exhausted, Rhodes collapses on the canvas as well, lying a hand over the chest of the fallen Diaz.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this bout... and STILL UNITED STATES CHAMPION... RYAN RHODES!
Upon seeing the result, the crowd just go crackers. Applause thunders down as an elated Ryan Rhodes grabs the title from the referee. Kneeling down on both knees besides the beaten Diaz, MacNeill raises the title up into the air, as a furious Cormack storms backstage without a single word.
Zach Davis: Ryan Rhodes retains! What a champion he has proven himself to be against two very motivated opponents!
Erin Robbins: What a great victory this is for him! Hey, wait a minute, where are you going Doctor Micayle?
The crowd is still red-hot over the recent US title bout as Doctor Remus Micayle walks out of the broadcast table where he had been sitting for the past twenty minutes, microphone in hand and ready to speak to the audience. As he makes his way into the ring, the buzzing crowd starts to jeer again, starting to come down from their high after watching Ryan Rhodes retain his title.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Erin Robbins: Oh dear... it seems that the fans don't seem to take too kindly to the scientist!
Zach Davis: Hmpf, and I wonder why. His presence here just not was discomforting to say the least!
Not responding to their taunts, Micayle starts to pace around the ring in small circles. He raises the microphone to his lips after a brief moment of contemplation.
Remus Micayle: I have been sitting down at that table for the last twenty minutes watching Ryan Rhodes fight off two very determined challengers. And fight off he did, beating Jorge Diaz and Cormack MacNeill off the way he did was no easy feat.
The Las Vegas fans cheer loudly at the mention of Rhodes's victory.
Dr. Remus Micayle: But that means nothing to me. To me, dear Ryan is still a fluke champion.
Predictably, the catcalls start flowing once more.
Zach Davis: WHAT!? How can he say that, given his heroic display just minutes earlier! Come on now, this doctor is obviously blind as a bat to even think of mentioning that!
Erin Robbins: Now, don't say that Zach. I agree that Rhodes put up a fight of a lifetime, but he was still far from dominant. There were many a times when either Cormack or Diaz could have stolen the title away.
Boos are starting to grow in volume, but Micayle is undeterred.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Ryan, if you can hear me from the back. Pay attention, for once in your life. I've gotten clearance from WCF management regarding our match at ONE on the 22nd of December. And being the cordial gentleman that I am... it's only fair that you get to hear it from me right here, right now.
The noise from the crowd subsides somewhat, as everyone strains to hear what the doctor is saying.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Perfect. Now Ryan, I know you don't deserve to be the United States champion, and frankly, I think you know it yourself too. Why else would you deliver such a pathetic performance in front of your opponent at ONE? But no matter, let's get down to business.
He lowers the microphone slightly as he fumbles about in his left pocket.
Erin Robbins: I wonder what's that he's carrying.
Zach Davis: As do we all, let's see.
After a while, Micayle brandishes a formal-looking piece of paper from a pocket and waves it to the crowd.
Dr. Remus Micayle: My apologies there for the delay, but let me present this to you Ryan. This match contract that I have in my hand is officially signed by Miss Sarah Twilight as well as a professional lawyer. I delivered a challenge last week, and you accepted it on social media, as witnessed by millions worldwide. Thus... as of now, the match is legally binding. Ryan Rhodes goes one-on-one against Dr. Remus Micayle at ONE for the United States Championship.
A big pop arises from the crowd as the excitement officially kicks in.
Crowd: VENOM! VENOM! VENOM!
Erin Robbins: Now that Ryan Rhodes has retained his title, he is going to put it up for grabs against Dr. Micayle at the grandest WCF PPV of the year! I can't wait!
Zach Davis: HA! This sounds good!
Micayle, still in the ring, coughs to get everyone's attention.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Not so fast, Ryan. There's more to this contract.
Zach Davis: WAIT, WHAT?
Erin Robbins: Ho, ho! I knew this would come up from him! This doctor is truly full of surprises.
Brandishing the contract once more, Micayle's stern face breaks into a slight smile as he delivers his next words carefully.
Dr. Remus Micayle: It's not going to be a normal match we are going to have Ryan. No, no, no. You see, I've watched you fight in the ring, and I want our virgin battle to have a little more... sauce on it. A little bonus for the fans, if you will. Nothing too serious of course, but something I think the both of us will enjoy inflicting on to the other.
Zach Davis: Just spit it out! I'm dying from suspense over here!
His smile widens in ferocity as he finishes his sentence.
Dr. Remus Micayle: We are going to have ourselves a FIRST BLOOD match!
At that, the crowd goes WILD. Anything that can wipe the smirk off the rookie doctor is definitely something they'll appreciate. A match with blood? Perfect.
Crowd: VENOM! VENOM! VENOM!
Erin Robbins: What an announcement! A First Blood match for the title! And in Dr. Micayle's first match in the WCF nonetheless! Wow, I think things just got a bit heated up for ONE for the two of them!
Zach Davis: HA! This doctor here has no idea what he is in for! Ryan Rhodes is going to decimate him in his first match, trust me! Say goodbye to your looks Remus, they won't be around for long after Rhodes introduces him to a world of pain!
At that, Micayle exits the ring, slowly making his way backstage, ignoring the heckles of the fans sitting near the barricades. On his way up the entrance ramp however, he turns back, and lifts the microphone one last time, his icy thin smirk re-emerging on his face.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Oh, I nearly forgot. A copy of the contract will be sent to your official WCF email account by the end of the night, so you can review it and get back to both WCF management and myself by next week. But there should be no problems with the match with you, eh? I mean... you are the 'glorious' United States champion willing to take on all challengers, aren't you? That is... until I gouge you and get that title off your worthless waist at ONE. I guarantee it.
Laughing derisively, he walks backstage to the sneers and insults of the WCF Galaxy as Slam goes to commercial.
Zach Davis: Following up last week’s heinous assault, I understand that we will be talking with Eric Price tonight via satellite as he is not here tonight. He is at home taking care of his wife Rachel.
Eric Price is shown on the large monitor as the crowd cheers for him as Zach Davis is now heard throughout the arena to interview him. He is shown wearing a black sport coat, white collared shirt, and black pants just sitting on a stool in what appears to be an empty room with some lights.
Zach Davis: Welcome Eric, so you’re not here tonight?
Eric Price: No, as you can see, I’m live “via Satellite” tonight because I’m taking care of my wife tonight and more than that, I don’t think I could be held responsible for what I’d do to Sarah if I were there tonight.
Crowd cheers loudly
Erin Robbins: So what are your thoughts on what occurred last week?
Eric Price: My thoughts … you want my thoughts on that vicious and hideous assault that occurred. Lilith … she’s obviously a deceitful and hateful bitch but Sarah … I always thought she had at least one bit of morality left with her sister but clearly, she is devoid of any humanity at this point.
Zach Davis: Well my first question, how is Rachel doing tonight?
Eric Price: She’s just fine now, at least health wise. She was bruised badly but no fractures thankfully. Emotionally though, she’s a wreck; she’s still having trouble understanding what Sarah did to her and why and I for one cannot blame her, they’ve always been very close and for Sarah to do this without any hesitation is sickening.
Zach Davis: When will you be returning to Slam?
Eric Price: For now, I don’t know. Hell, I don’t even know if I will or if I’ll just sue the holy hell out of Sarah Twilight. For now, what I do know is this. And I know this is airing live to the crowd there as well as the entire country and world … I am challenging Sarah Twilight to a match at One! Two weeks from tonight, I want her in that ring … the match will be one of her creation, it will be the Abject Humiliation Match!
Crowd cheers loudly
Eric Price: That’s right … I’m challenging that piece of *beep* bitch Sarah Twilight to a match two weeks from tonight, she will face ME one on one in an Abject Humiliation Match and it will be within the confines of a cage! Two people will enter, one will leave, the other will be stretchered out and Zach…
Eric asks for the camera to zoom in as he gets an evil look in his eyes
Eric Price: …mark my words, I will see to it that Sarah pays for what she did.
Eric steps away as the feed is cut off
Zach Davis: Thanks for your time Eric. Well folks, you heard it here first, Abject Humiliation II in a cage, Eric Price vs Sarah Twilight, the challenge has been laid out. Will Sarah Twilight accept it or not?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know, he’s asking for a hellacious match here. It’s his funeral.
Zach Davis: I don’t think so. You saw that look in his eyes, he looks ready to kill Sarah Twilight over what she did last week; this match will certainly be brutal.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a six-man tag team match.
Zach Davis: This should be a great match we have coming up. S-PAC hasn't done many six man matches.
Erin Robbins: Well, all three in one ring isn't fair to the opponents.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Brisbane, Australia and weighing in at 140 lbs...Tasha Lavondyss!!
Zach Davis: A big opportunity for Lavondyss, teaming with two veterans in D'Evil and Night Rider
Erin Robbins: Too bad it's against S-PAC. Poor girl doesn't know what she's getting into.
As the lights soften up and a pink hue fills the arena the beginning chords of "Return to Innocence" by Enigma begin to sooth the crowd. From both sides of the stage several doves lift off into flight. Just then, Tasha emerges from behind the curtain. The crowd welcomes her with a warm reception as she blows them some kisses from top of the stage.
Zach Davis: Well the fans certainly love her, listen to that reaction
Crowd: Tasha! Tasha!
Tasha makes her way down the ramp greeting with as many of the fans as possible before making it to the steps. She hops up onto the apron and waves to the crowd again before stepping inside of the ring. Pink and Purple strobe lights beam down at her as the music comes to a close.
Kyle Steel: And her partner, from Sleepy Hollow, New York and weighing in at 138 lbs...'The Death Bringer' Denise D'Evil!!
Zach Davis: D'Evil has been impressive lately, taking the Television Champ to her limit last week.
Erin Robbins: But she's up against the power group in WCF tonight. She hasn't got a chance.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Angel of Darkness begins to play, as the sound of a whinnying horse is heard from within the flames.
As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Kyle Steel: And their partner, from The Dark Side of hell, weighing in at 335 lbs...Night Rider!!
Zach Davis: With this guy on your side, anyone has a chance.
Erin Robbins: I'm sure Savage has a master plan to deal with him too. That man's a genius.
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 682 lbs...Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu, and John Gable....The Savage Political Action Committee!!!
Zach Davis: And here comes Savage and the former Tag Team Champions.
Erin Robbins: Cairo and Balfore just got lucky. They'll get them back soon enough.
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu, John Gable walk out. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades.
DING DING DING
D'Evil and Gable square off in the middle of the ring. Gable opens up with a kick to the gut, followed by a forearm smash that staggers his opponent.
Zach Davis: Gable wasting no time getting started.
Erin Robbins: They just want to get this over with.
Moving in to capitalize, he catches a dropkick to the chest, knocking him to the mat. Denise moves in, but Gable rolls to his feet, both now circling warily.
Zach Davis: Both opponents scoring in those opening moments.
Denise charges in with a clothesline, knocking Gable to the mat. She is quick to capitalize, jumping on her opponent and slapping on a arm-bar.
Zach Davis: Denise getting the upper hand on gable.
Erin Robbins: he's just biding his time. Waiting for an opening.
Zach Davis: Well, he needs to find a better spot than this. She's really torquing that arm.
D'Evil leans back, applying pressure to the hold. Gable shifts his weight, rolling under the hold and getting to one knee. He fires a couple of quick elbows to the midsection of his opponent forcing her to break the hold.
Zach Davis: Gable showing off his amateur background with a roll-out on the arm-bar.
Erin Robbins: He planned that the whole time
Gable grabs D'Evil and lands a knee to the midsection and follows up with several elbows to the head. He grabs a stunned D'Evil and hits her with a double-arm DDT.
Zach Davis: Gable with the advantage. Denise looks out of it from that quick DDT.
Erin Robbins: Get her Gable!
John picks up his opponent and whips her into his corner. Gable tags in Atreyu and together they grab Denise's wrists and pull her out of the corner, whipping her right back in to hit the turnbuckle hard. On the rebound they both launch a dropkick, catching her square in the face and knocking her to the mat.
Zach Davis: A variation on their Scanners move. S-PAC showing some teamwork in the early going.
Erin Robbins: It's all downhill for her now.
Atreyu grabs D'Evil and brings her to her feet, whipping her to the far ropes, and running at her with a big boot. Denise grabs the ropes and steps aside, causing Atreyu to catch his foot on the top rope.
Zach Davis: Quick move by D'Evil. Now Atreyu is on the ropes...literally
Erin Robbins: This isn't funny! he could damage his....parts!
Zach Davis: I'm sure his...parts are fine. But can Denise capitalize on this chance
Denise leans against the ropes, still recovering from the double dropkick. Atreyu fights to remove his foot from the top rope, but so far is having no luck. D'Evil staggers to her corner and tags in Lavondyss, who climbs to the top turnbuckle with a smile.
Zach Davis: This doesn't look good for Atreyu...hey what's Cash doing in there!
With the referee watching Tasha and Benjamin, Cash took the opportunity to run down the apron, and shove Tasha, knocking her off onto the mat. That allows Atreyu the chance to remove himself from the ropes.
Zach Davis: Come one, that's not fair! Night Rider looks livid!
Erin Robbins: All's fair in Sarah's WCF!
The referee moves to keep Night Rider from entering the ring, allowing Atreyu to pick up a shaken Lavondyss and slam her back down with a German suplex. The ref turns around as Atreyu goes for a quick cover...
Zach Davis: Kick out! Lavondyss kicked out at two and a half!
Erin Robbins: Lucky kick out!
Benjamin rolls to his feet, and grabbing his opponent he whips her into their corner, making the tag to Waylon Cash. Waylon mounts the second turnbuckle as Atreyu picks up Tasha and hands her to Cash.
Zach Davis: Looks like they are setting up for Th-th-thats all folks, a sure end to the match. but wait! Lavondyss counters!
Tasha kicks Cash in the face, and flips over Atreyu's back, hitting a reverse throwback. Benjamin rolls out of the ring as Waylon jumps down walking right into a leaping Lavondyss monkey flip, propelling Cash across the ring.
Erin Robbins: She cheated! Atreyu wasn't the legal man!
Zach Davis: Either way Erin, Lavondyss is in charge now.
Tasha runs to the far corner, and springboards off with a moonsault, going for the pin...
Zach Davis: Kick out by Cash!
Erin Robbins: Need more than that to take out the psycho-billy cowboy!
Zach Davis: The What?
Erin Robbins: You wouldn't get it Zach, you're not cool
Lavondyss runs off the far ropes, catching a knee to the back from Gable. She staggers, but quickly turns and kicks Gable off the apron. As she turns, a recovered Cash catches her with a running lariat, knocking her down hard.
Erin Robbins: She lost track of who she was fighting...Rookie mistake!
Zach Davis: She's down and in the wrong corner. She needs to make a tag.
In the opposite corner, both D'Evil and Rider are leaning over, cheering on Lavondyss, urging her to make a tag. Cash points to Rider and says something to the ref, who responds by going over and talking to Rider and D'Evil. Atreyu slides in and with Cash starts to lay the boots to Tasha, stomping a mudhole in her.
Zach Davis: Turn around Ref! they're cheating!
Erin Robbins: There's no cheating anymore, remember!
Zach Davis: This isn't right. She looks out of it!
Cash makes a quick tag to Atreyu as Gable climbs back up onto the apron, still favouring his arm.
Atreyu goes for the pin
Zach Davis: Kick out! I don't know how, but she kicked out!
Erin Robbins: Slow count! I saw that!
Atreyu picks up the semi-conscious Lavondyss and tags in Gable. Atreyu lifts Tasha on his shoulders and turns around. Gable moves in...
Zach Davis: The King's Death. If they hit this its all over with!
Erin Robbins: About time, I'm getting bored.
Lavondyss rolls forward, rolling up Atreyu for the pin. But Gable is quick to break it up with a kick to the head.
Zach Davis: She almost got a pin there. Another reversal from the talented rookie!
Erin Robbins: Lucky fall, that's all it was.
Gable picks up his opponent and whips her into the ropes, grabbing her in a capture suplex on the return. He moves to flip her up
Zach Davis: The Prestige. He's going for the Prestige. But no! she blocked it! Pure instinct!
Lavondyss blocks the move, and hits a swinging neck-breaker.
Zach Davis: Veteran move from the rookie! Now she needs to make a tag!
Erin Robbins: God, stay down woman! Know when you're beat!
With Gable down, Tasha leaps toward her corner. Cash runs toward her intent on stopping her, but he just misses her outstretched boot.
Zach Davis: Tag! Night Rider is in!
Night Rider catches the lunging Cash with a clothesline, knocking him down. Atreyu comes into the ring, only to be met with a boot to the jaw, knocking him down.
Zach Davis: Rider is cleaning house! This is what they get for hitting a lady!
Erin Robbins: Who says they are ladies?
Zach Davis: Who cares! Rider has Gable up!
Night Rider has Gable up and hits a powerslam, shaking the mat. Gable rolls to the outside quickly, holding his injured arm.
Zach Davis: Gable is on the run!
Erin Robbins: He's taking a breather, and clearly he's injured!
Zach Davis: He's not running far!
Denise launches off the top rope onto Gable, driving him against the guardrail with a moonsault. There's an audible crack as Gable screams in pain and clutches his arm.
Zach Davis: Looks like John Gable is injured folks. The referee has declared him out of the match. S-PAC has to pick another man to be the legal tag partner.
Erin Robbins: It's a handicap match now. That's not right!
Zach Davis: Suck it up Erin! Looks like Rider made the choice for them.
Rider hauls Cash over the rope and hits a belly to belly slam. He climbs to the top rope, the fans cheering wildly
Crowd: Rider! Rider! Rider!
Atreyu moves to reach the corner, only to e stopped by a dropkick from Tasha. D'Evil leaps onto the apron and launches off with a legdrop onto the fallen Atreyu at the same time that Rider drops a leg drop from the top rope onto Cash.
Erin Robbins: No! Cash rolls away!
Atreyu, with a last ditch of effort, Clotheslines D'Evil out of the ring as Cash gets to his feet. Tasha turns to him...
Zach Davis: KILLSHOT!
Cash goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: Aanndd S-PAC picks up the victory.
The bell sounds Atreyu and Cash all stumble up. They raise their arms in victory.
Zach Davis: Despite Gable's injury, Atreyu and Cash were able to gain a victory. Say what you want about these two and their tactics... But they win.
Erin Robbins: If Cash wins at One, then Donald Deruty's career will be over. However, if Deruty wins, S-PAC is over. Can't wait.
Penance by Device blasts through the arena sending the crowd into a frenzy as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage. Suddenly Stacy Robinson walks out onto the stage as Chelsea Black Armstrong follows close behind dressed in her ring attire and on crutches as her Television Championship is wrapped around her waist, carrying a red bag in her hand. Starting down the ramp no smile shows on Chelsea’s face as she gets to the ring before looking at the ring apron, frustration seems to fill her eyes as she makes her way over to the steel steps. Stacy attempts to help but Chelsea ignores her as she climbs the steps managing to put her crutches into the ring before getting in herself as Stacy follows quickly rushing over to grab a mic. Handing it to Chelsea she goes to help her grab her crutches but she is told to stop as Chelsea grabs them herself and walks to the middle of the ring.
Chelsea: By now everyone knows what happened to me shortly after Slam went off air last week, you can see now that it’s no secret I shouldn’t be in this arena…my husband and friends didn’t want me here, but no one understands that I have to be here. One week ago I was kidnapped and tortured, two people are at fault in this situation! Lilith and Logan, you two have signed your death wish!
Stacy puts her hand on Chelsea’s shoulder trying to calm her down but Chelsea pushes her hand away as she stares up the ramp.
Chelsea: Lilith, I know you are backstage watching right now…and I know you have Shelley with you. If you return her right now your punishment will be lessened but if you keep her a minute longer than I allow I promise you will have wished you killed me when you had the chance!
Continuing to stare up the ramp nothing happens as a sick smirk comes over Chelsea’s lips; her eyes are burning a bright green as she has Stacy hold the red bag open that she brought out with her before putting her hand inside and speaking back toward the ramp.
Chelsea: Right I forgot, you’re a coward who only attacks when my back is turned, I didn’t figure you would come out though…you see Lilith just like you I know how to play dirty. Oh laugh, I know you are…but that’s only because you don’t understand.
Shifting her weight on the crutches see keeps off of her leg that still has the stab wound as she lets out a malicious laugh.
Chelsea: See Lilith, in all the excitement of kidnapping my daughter and I…you let your guard down sweetheart. You forgot about something very important and now I have it…what would you say to a trade off?...Still no answer…ok shall I show you what I have against you first? Fair enough, do you remember this Lilith?
Handing the mic to Stacy she pulls her hand out of the red bag, with it coming Lilith’s teddy bear as a cruel smirk comes over her lips as she hugs it to her before grabbing the mic again.
Chelsea: He is so warm and cuddly…I think he wants a new home Lilith…what do you think?
Suddenly Lilith’s voice is heard through the speakers as she steps through the curtain with a microphone already in her hand and holding her hand up toward Chelsea.
Lilith: Woah Woah Woah WOAH!!! What the hell do you think you're doing, Chelsea?! I'd suggest you put Teddy down before you regret it! PUT HIM DOWN!!!
Chelsea: No…no I don’t think I will Lilith, not until you give Shelley back to me!
Lilith: And why would I do that?! Shelley is having so much fun with me! I took her to see Santa and everything! Did you ever do that for her? Did you ever do ANYTHING for her?! No of course you didn't. Because Chelsea only cares about one person and that’s Chelsea!
Letting out a laugh Chelsea just shakes her head as a smirk settles against her lips.
Chelsea: You’re not going to get to me Lilith; you’ve already surpassed a line that you can’t uncross. You give me back Shelley or I will be forced to harm your little friend.
Reaching back into the bag she pulls out the knife that had been plunged into her leg at the shack as she starts studying the bear.
Chelsea: Where shall I start? Suggestions?
Lilith gasps as she watches Chelsea raise the knife to Teddy, her one and only friend. Lilith looks like she’s about to cry as she quickly raises her hand, clearly shaken.
Lilith: Stop. Stop! Please don't hurt him...
Smiling Chelsea lowers the knife as she looks straight at Lilith.
Chelsea: Then return Shelley.
Lilith takes a while to respond to Chelsea, as she thinks about what she should do here.
Lilith: But... Shelley likes being with me. She... likes... me! I can't give that up, I can't. She is the only one who ever understood me...
Chelsea: Have it your way.
She starts to lift the knife up again as she holds it under the Teddy’s neck slowly applying pressure.
Lilith attempts to hold back her emotions as Chelsea presses the blade into Teddies neck. A single tear rolls down her cheek as she knows that any second Chelsea would do the unthinkable and kill her only friend.
Lilith: Okay, OKAY!!! You win... you win... just put him down. Please put him down... please.
Keeping the blade in hand Chelsea manages to roll out of the ring as she pulls her crutches out with her. Keeping her eyes on Lilith she starts moving up the ramp holding the knife in one hand and the teddy bear in the other.
Chelsea: Give me Shelley and I’ll give you your pathetic friend!
Lilith keeps an eye on her teddy as she slowly steps backwards and reaches for Shelley, who was sat behind the curtain. She picks her up and places her in front of her on the ramp. Shelley was still wearing the dinosaur costume Lilith had bought for her.
Lilith: Okay, now just hand over Teddy...
Chelsea starts moving forward as she gets closer to Shelley.
Chelsea: Move away from her first.
Makayla has come through the curtain guarding it from Lilith so she can’t escape as she slowly steps back from Shelley, holding out her hand motioning for Chelsea to throw her the teddy bear. Chelsea throws it at Lilith before turning her attention to Shelley, just as Chelsea is about to pick up Shelley Lilith turns giving a cruel smile to Makayla as the lights in the arena go out leaving everyone in darkness. Suddenly a scream is heard as the lights come back on showing Chelsea on the ramp holding Shelley against her, protecting her but Lilith and Makayla have disappeared. Stacy runs backstage to look for Makayla as Chelsea and Shelley are sitting on the ramp as we cut to commercial.
Lilith slowly backs away from Shelley, motioning to Chelsea to throw over her Teddy. The injured woman is eventually satisfied with the distance Lilith had put between herself and her child, as she throws over her Teddy. Lilith catches her teddy bear and grabs him in for a cuddle, giving Chelsea evil looks. Lilith was about to speak again as Chelsea smiles nodding behind Lilith’s back. Looking over her shoulder Lilith sees Makayla has snuck up behind her, but an evil grin spreads over Lilith’s face. Turning her attention back onto Chelsea she gives her a wink as the lights in the arena go out leaving everyone in darkness. Suddenly a scream is heard as the lights come back on showing Chelsea on the ramp holding Shelley against her, protecting her but Lilith and Makayla have disappeared. Stacy runs backstage to look for Makayla leaving Chelsea and Shelley sitting on the ramp as we cut to commercial.
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen it's time for the Hardcore Championship match!!
Erin Robbins: This will be a match for the ages.
Zach Davis: As you can see WCF has already tossed around several violent tools, for the competitors use. Anything and everything is ringside. The only thing IS missing is a kitchen sink.
The cameramen pan around the ring and they spot a kitchen sink.
Erin Robbins: There IS a kitchen sink!!
Zach Davis: Ring announcer Kyle Steel is in the ring, for the match introductions.
Kyle Steel: The following match is for the WCF HARDCORE CHA-A-AMPI-IONSHI-I-I-IPP-P-P!!
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA. On the right side of the stage there is a bike ramp that extends just about to the middle of the Titan Tron. Atop the bike ramp is Jeff Purse. He is sitting on his bike, looking out upon the audience. He throws one had in the air as the audience cheers.
Zach Davis: Typical Jeff Purse, giving the fans a great show.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse is nothing but an ass kisser, to these fans. What does Oblivion call the WCF Galaxy?
Zach Davis: Meatsacks!!
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse kisses the Meatsacks asses!!
You can sound the alarm
At this he sets off down the ramp. Directly across is another ramp on the left side of the stage, which Purse heads for.
Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
Purse flies up the other ramp, launching off of it. He pulls off a small back flip, rides down the rest of the ramp, and comes to a screeching halt in the center of the stage. He gets off, kickstands it. He looks out, smiles, and throws his arms in the air. Red and Blue pyros explode behind him.
Zach Davis: That is so amazing. It gets bigger and better each time I see it!!
Erin Robbins: PFFT!! Whatever!!
"I cut my toes off and step on the receipt before I foot the bill
He starts off down the ramp as Kari joins him, slapping five with fans, walking very casually but at a quick pace.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, with Kari Kendall... From Venice Beach, California Weighing in at 215 pounds. He is The Future.... JE-E-EFF PUR-UR-URSE!!!
When he gets to the ring he jumps up on the apron and quickly makes his way in through the middle rope, while Kari walks around the outside, pumping up the crowd. Jeff stands in the center of the ring, "air guns" a corner, pyros shoot out of it. He subsequently does that for every other corner, pyros of red and white shooting out every time. He anxiously awaits his competition.
Erin Robbins: I hope you DO realize all three of our competitors are absolutely out of their gourds!!
Zach Davis: You HAVE to be when you have to be in these kinds of matches!!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed MGM Grand Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... The God of Hardcore.... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Zach Davis: WHOA!!
Erin Robbins: Zach Davis, you are such a big baby!!
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera while walking with the cadence, of the song. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: We have two out of three competitors. All we need now is the Hardcore Champion, Logan!!
A drum roll begins. "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard.
Kyle Steel: From Chesapeake, Virginia.... weighing in at 250 pounds H is the WCF Hardcore Champion.... LO-O-OGA-A-A-ANNN-N-N-N!!
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. Lilith walks besides him, with a huge grin across her face. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. Lilith stays ringside. 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. Lilith smiles up at Logan, while clapping and cheering for him. 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.
All three men are pacing around staring death looks at each other, ready to pounce.
Zach Davis: All three are ready to kill each other.
Erin Robbins: DUH!! You HAVE heard what they have said about each other. Blood WILL flow, tonight!! We might or may not have anew Hardcore Champion.
Zach Davis: All three are evenly matched. This match will be worth admission, alone!!
Erin Robbins: And this match is under way.
All three charge at each other, but stops and briefly stare at each other.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
The match stoppage doesn't last long, when all three exit the ring grabbing something random. all three go back in to the ring.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if all three have a weapon in hand.
Jeff Purse has a chair. Oblivion has a barbed wire 2 x 4 and Logan has a kendo stick.
Logan smashes the kendo stick against the mid-section of The Monster.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just smashed the barbed wire 2 x 4 against Logan's body.
Both Oblivion and Logan continue to smash their weapons, of choice against each other's bodies. Jeff Purse just smiles.
Erin Robbins: That smug son of a bitch!! Jeff Purse is just leaning against a corner, with a chair in hand, smiling away.
Zach Davis: That's because he is waiting for the right time to strike.
Oblivion: YOU SUCK!!
Logan: SHUT UP!! BOUDLE!!
Both bodies of Logan and Oblivion are producing thick bleeding welts. Jeff Purse looks at the crowd, smiles and shrugs his shoulders.
Jeff Purse: I guess it's time to beat these boudle bitches asses!!
As both Logan and Oblivion wince from taking shots from each other....
Zach Davis: There goes Oblivion!!
Erin Robbins: There goes Logan!!
The two thunderous chair shots echo throughout the MGM Grand Arena.
Zach Davis: HOLY COW!!! BOTH OBLIVION AND THE HARDCORE CHAMPION ARE ON THE MAT!!
Jeff Purse takes advantage, of the situation. He runs over and makes a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse covers the champion!!
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser slides into position.
The crowd: On-....
Zach Davis: Not even a one count. Logan kicks out!!
Purse picks up Logan....
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse nails Logan with a perfectly executed belly to belly suplex!!
Lilith: NO-O-O-O-O!! GET UP LOGAN!!
Kari gets the crowd fired up.
Kari: LET'S GO JEFF!! LET'S GO JEFF!!
The crowd: LET'S GO JEFF!! LET'S GO JEFF!!
Zach Davis: It's apparent that this Las Vegas crowd is behind Jeff Purse 100 percent!!
Purse picks up Logan and throws him out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Anything NOW can happen!!
Zach Davis: Purse grabs Logan and throws him into...
Zach Davis: ...into the ring side steps.
Jeff Purse grabs Logan and throws him back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse picks up the Hardcore Champion.
Erin Robbins: Where in the Hell did The Monster come from?!?
Oblivion's body is bloodied and scarred up, with welts rising up, from the multiple and multiple kendo stick shots.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just pushed Logan out of the way!!
Oblivion nails Purse, with the edge of the chair into his mid-section.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion just nailed The Future with a shot to his mid section.
Oblivion nails Purse's back with the chair.
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK BY LOGAN!!
Oblivion drops the chair as he collapses down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: Logan makes a pin cover.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE-EE...
Erin Robbins: Damn that Jeff Purse!!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse breaks up the pin!!
Both Logan and Jeff Purse are standing.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse tried to kick Logan, but the Hardcore Champion grabs the foot.
The crowd erupts with explosive cheers.
Zach Davis: Enzuigiri!!
As Logan drops to the mat, Oblivion creeps over to Purse....
Erin Robbins: DDT ON A CHAIR!!
Oblivion grabs Purse and puts him on top of Logan. the Monster quickly runs over to a nearby corner, with a chair wrapped in barbed wire, in hand.
Erin Robbins: WHAT IS THAT MANIAC GONNA DO?!?!
Zach Davis: WITH THAT CHAIR?!
Kari Kendall: NO-O-O-O-O!!
Oblivion just smiles as IT flies off the top turnbuckle with chair in hand.
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: I CANNOT BELIEVE I JUST SAW THAT!!
Erin Robbins: DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?! Oblivion is a monster and he will hurt someone!!
Oblivion lands with a legdrop, with the chair underneath himself.
The Monster grabs his own ass and lower back. Both Logan and Jeff are writhing around in major pain, screaming bloody murder. Logan, being the one that was on the bottom took less of the damage. Limping as he walks, the Hardcore Champion grabs Jeff Purse.
The crowd: WHOO-OO-OO!!
Zach Davis: Logan slaps a backhand chop on the chest of Jeff Purse.
Purse stumbles back.
Logan nails Purse with an European Uppercut. That causes Purse to stumble back and bounce off the ropes. Logan steps back several feet and waits for Purse to bounce off the ropes.
Logan nails Purse with a flying clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse is down!!
Kari Kendall: JE-E-EFF-F!! NO-O-O-O!!!
Logan goes over to Oblivion, who is on one knee....
Zach Davis: BLUE HAZE MIST!!
Erin Robbins: IT MISSES!!
Stanley Moser: AHHH-H-HH-H!! MY EYES!! MY EYES!!
Zach Davis: The Blue Haze Mist got Stanley Moser instead.
Lilith enters the ring. Oblivion stands up....
Erin Robbins: LOW BLOW BY LILITH!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Erin Robbins: See, the crowd enjoyed that!!
Zach Davis: No they didn't!! OH MY GOD!!
Lilith exits the ring, not seeing who is coming through the crowd.
Erin Robbins: I cannot see who that is!!
The person jumps over the railing.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD... IT'S SEIFER BLACK ARMSTRONG!!
Erin Robbins: What is he doing here?! Wasn't he fired?!
Seifer Armstrong comes through the crowd.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! SEIFER ARMSTRONG JUST SMACKED LILITH DOWN TO THE GROUND!!
Seifer continuously stomps down on Lilith!! Oblivion slowly gets up as Logan approaches Oblivion and swing wildly.
Zach Davis: Logan misses with a wild punch.
Erin Robbins: BLUE HAZE MIST!!
Logan: MY EYES!! THAT BOUDLE GOT MY DAMN EYES!! BOU-OU-OU-OUDLE!!
Seifer grabs Lilith and...
Zach Davis: Romero torture!!! Surfboard!!
Oblivion locks in The Straight Jacket!!
Erin Robbins: A lifting full nelson!!
Oblivion: SCREAM BITCH SCREAM!!
Lilith: LOGAN HELP ME!! HELP ME LOGAN!!
Oblivion: What's a matter Logan, can't you save your precious?!?
Zach Davis: A CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF OBLIVION!!
Erin Robbins: Here comes another referee with a group of security!!
The security goes after Seifer Armstrong and pulls him away from Lilith and drags him up the entrance ramp. Lilith remains limp and nearly broken, ringside. The new referee goes to Stanley Moser and the new ref takes control of the match. Logan stumbles around, as Jeff Purse runs to a nearby corner and runs up the turnbuckles...
Erin Robbins: Did Jeff Purse just run up those turnbuckle with no hands?!?
Zach Davis: Taking off The Training Wheels on Logan!!!
Erin Robbins: Damn it!! Here comes Oblivion!!
Zach Davis: The Monster grabs Purse in an inverted suplex position....
Zach Davis: ...RIGHT INTO A STUNNER!!! BLACK HOLE!!
Erin Robbins: LOGAN HAS A BARBED WIRED CHAIR IN HAND!!
The chair is stuck on Oblivion mask. Logan tugs and tugs.... TUG!!!
Blood sprays everywhere!! Logan drops the chair. Logan does a complete back flip, connecting a foot under the chin of Oblivion!!
Zach Davis: IMPACT STYLE!!
Logan proceeds to rotate his hips around and around and around...
Zach Davis: NO-O-O!! GOD NO!!
Erin Robbins: PELVIC THRUST!!
The impact of the Pelvic Thrust causes the new referee to stumble back and almost falls on his ass!! Logan grabs his head and proceeds to stumble around, before dropping to one knee....
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse is dragging himself over to a kneeling Logan.
Erin Robbins: DDT!!
Zach Davis: Here comes The Monster!!
Erin Robbins: Look at Oblivion's head and face!! IT's entire body is covered in welts, scrapes and Oblivion is bleeding everywhere!!
Erin Robbins: These competitors don't know when to stop!!
Zach Davis: That's why there here in WCF!!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! OBLIVION HAS BARBED WIRE!!
Oblivion grabs a strand of barbed wire and wraps it around the face of Logan and proceeds to stomp down on Logan's barbed wired wrapped face. Blood squirts everywhere!!
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD, THAT'S DISGUSTING!!
Oblivion licks IT's bloody hands.
Zach Davis: Oblivion has warned everyone. IT IS A MONSTER!!
Oblivion walks over to Jeff Purse and grabs Purse and proceeds to wrap the wire around IT's meaty mitts and proceeds to punch Purse in the face. Not once...
The crowd: ...TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!!
Jeff Purse's face is now hamburger.
Kari Kendall: JEEE-E-EFF-F-F-F!!
Zach Davis: HOW IN THE HELL?!
Erin Robbins: Logan still has barbed wire around his head and is staggering around!!
With the barbed wire still wrapped around his head, Logan spins Oblivion around and nails him with a low blow and then....
Zach Davis: THREE HEADBUTTS WITH THE BARBED WIRE!!!
Erin Robbins: THERE IS BLOOD... EVERYWHERE. EVERYONE IS BLEEDING PROFUSELY!!
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse is down and out!!!
Erin Robbins: And now... Oblivion is down on the mat!!
Logan grabs his head as he stumbles through the ring ropes.
Zach Davis: Logan just fell through the ropes and falls straight down to the ring side area!!
Logan slowly looks under the ring....
Gathering Member: BOO!!
Erin Robbins: One of those scary ass Gathering member peeked from the under the ring and startled Logan and the Hardcore Champion punches the Gathering member, in the face!!!
Logan grabs something from under the ring....
Zach Davis: IT'S A LADDER!!
Logan slides the ladder under the bottom ring rope, as Logan slides under the ropes, as well....
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse nails Logan with a kendo stick on the back of his neck!!
Purse grabs Logan next to the ladder and then let's go of Logan, bolting to the corner jumps up to the top ring rope springboarding off, twisting in the air.....
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: 720 DDT ONTO THE LADDER!!
Oblivion staggers towards Purse, grabbing him, with blood dripping EVERYWHERE!! The Monster drags Purse up to the top turnbuckle. Positions Purse into a suplex position....
Erin Robbins: NO-NO-NO!! GOD NO!!
Oblivion leaps off the top turnbuckle and...
The crowd: HOLY SHIT... THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT... THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT... THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GAW-AW-AWDD-D-D!! SHATTER!! SHATTER!!
Erin Robbins: A top turnbuckle brainbuster!!
Oblivion convulses in pain, as he too lands on the ladder!!
Zach Davis: The entire ring, ring side area is completely destroyed!! NO ONE IS MOVING!!
The crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap!!>
Zach Davis: I can barely hear myself talk over this explosive Las Vegas crowd!!
Erin Robbins: The new referee is looking around at the complete chaos and mayhem that these three have caused tonight. All three are still down and still not moving!!
Zach Davis: I have received word that WCF Senior Official Stanley Moser is fine. The Blue Haze Mist has been washed off and Moser is slowly getting his sight back.
The referee is counting. Even though this is a hardcore match, if no one is moving, obviously the match can't continue. He's up to five.
Erin Robbins: These three men have taken some serious damage... who is going to be the first one up?
Zach Davis: Whoever can answer the ten count will be the Hardcore Champion!
Erin Robbins: They're stirring! Who is it gonna be!?
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: What? What's the decision here?
The referee whispers to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: Due to none of the three men being able to answer the ten count, the referee has declared this match... A DRAW!
The fans boo heavily.
Erin Robbins: Hate to say it but all three of these guys gave it their all. In the end.. They just couldn't beat each other. None of them would give up.
Zach Davis: As such, Logan retains the Hardcore Title, and will still defend it against FPV at One. We've also got Oblivion versus Matthew Robinson and Jeff Purse vs Jack Happy of course.
Erin Robbins: I can't wait!
Sarah is walking through the halls of WCF. She scowls and scoffs at a few people, they run away in fear. She opens the door to her office, and there for her, is Jack Happy. Laying bloody on her floor. Round his neck is a sign...."6 WCF Superstars left, BITCH!" Her face turns cold...the scene cuts away.
Erin Robbins: We have an amazing main event tonight and it starts right NOW!
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP...
The lights dim as "Dream Song" by Joe Satriani plays over the PA. Two spotlights shine on the entranceway, waiting for Fly and Orbit. After a few moments of suspense, they emerge from backstage. Orbit and Fly shake hands before walking up the ramp towards the ring. Nothing flashy when they enter the ring, they just wait for the match to start in their corner.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challengers... "THE MACK" STEVE ORBIT... and the WCF WORLD CHAMPION JONNY FLY... THE DREAM TEAM!!!
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly have been main event.. er, mainstays, for the past couple of months.
Erin Robbins: They've been beating everyone, Zach, and last week they decided to make it official. We're now looking at the Dream Team, and potentially the next WCF Tag Team champions.
" Ready Or Not " by The Fugees hits the PA system. The crowd rumbles as the duo come out from the crowd and heads towards the ring. Wearing shirts with cut off sleeves that read " Thick-ni Army " they jump the crowd barrier and take a moment to look over the ring. They slide inside of it, the way only the thickness can and taunt the crowd. " thickness" chants ring out as their theme music fades.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... ODIN BALFORE... BOBBY CAIRO... THE THICKNESS!!
Zach Davis: And of course, Cairo and Odin, The Thickness.
Erin Robbins: These two men have really brought life back to the Tag Team division. They've made it important again, and they've steamrolled over all of their competition. That could change tonight, thought.
Orbit and Odin remain in the ring as Fly and Cairo head to the apron. Ref calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Orbit and Odin collide in the center of the ring, trading a flurry of punches.
Zach Davis: And this one starts out with a bang!
Erin Robbins: Plenty of history between these two men. This rivalry has lasted almost the entire span of Orbit's career here in the WCF.
After several hard-hitting punches, Odin begins to get the upper hand. He hits Orbit with some knee thrusts to the gut and clubbing blows to his back.
Zach Davis: You'd think as many times as Orbit has been in the ring with Odin, he'd learn not to try and match strength with the Nordic Tank.
Odin stuns Orbit with a strong headbutt, and then drops him with a running lariat. Orbit is quick to his feet, but Odin drops again with a big boot, and goes for a pin.
Erin Robbins: No! Orbit kicks out before two.
Odin grabs Orbit off the mat but Orbit hits him with a low blow!
Erin Robbins: Ouch! Right in the thickness.
Zach Davis: I see what you did there.
Orbit jabs at Odin as he's doubled over. Orbit hops onto the second rope and hits a springboard roundhouse kick, before tagging Fly. Orbit holds Odin and Fly gets in a few good punches before Orbit exits the ring. Fly stays on Odin with several European uppercuts before whipping him to the ropes-- catches him with a dropkick on the return. Odin is staggering-- Fly hits a quick swinging neckbreaker and then hooks his leg for a pin.
Zach Davis: Odin powers out before two.
Fly circles Odin-- as Odin gets to a knee, Fly sends a stiff kick to his back. Then another kick to his chest, and another to his back. Fly pulls Odin up and whips him to the ropes again-- he attempts a hip toss on the return, but Odin blocks it! Odin gouges Fly's eye, and then hits him with a hip toss of his own. Fly gets up, but is met by a running knee lift by Odin. With Fly on his back, Odin heads to his corner and tags Cairo.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the Godfather! Of Professional Wrestling.
Odin and Cairo hit a double suplex on Fly before Odin exits the ring. Cairo covers Fly.
Zach Davis: Fly kicks out at two.
Cairo stomps out Fly before pulling him to his feet. The two men lock up. Fly goes behind Cairo with a hammerlock-- Cairo reverses into a waistlock, following with a quick German suplex. Fly rolls out of the ring to take a breather. Cairo takes a few steps back as he measures up Fly on the outside--
Erin Robbins: The Mack trips up Cairo from behind, grabbing his leg!
Orbit pulls Cairo out of the ring and slams his head into the guardrail. He scoops up Cairo and rams his back into the ringpost, following that with a nasty bodyslam into the ring steps! On the other side of the ring, Fly and Odin are brawling. Odin clotheslines Fly over the guardrail and they begin to brawl in the crowd.
Zach Davis: This is all legal under Sarah Twilight's leadership!
Odin tosses Fly back over the guardrail and towards the ring. Orbit has rolled Cairo back into the ring. With Odin and Fly still brawling on the other side, Orbit enters the ring and begins stomping out Cairo.
Erin Robbins: I guess it doesn't matter who the legal man is-- right?
Orbit hauls up Cairo and plants him with an old school piledriver, following it up with a pin.
Zach Davis: NO, Bobby Cairo kicks out!
Erin Robbins: He took a lot of punishment outside the ring-- but this is the Godfather we're talking about.
Orbit pulls up Cairo and whips him into the corner. Orbit charges in with a running high knee, catching Cairo on the side of the head. Cairo is dazed, and Orbit lifts him onto the top turnbuckle. Orbit begins to climb the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Orbit's setting up a superplex!
But Cairo comes to his senses and begins to jab at Orbit. He hits Orbit with a few good elbows and finally trips Orbit's leg off of the turnbuckle-- Cairo leaps off with a tornado DDT!
Erin Robbins: What a reversal by Bobby Cairo!
Fly and Odin are back in their respective corners. Cairo and Orbit are slow to their feet-- when they both get up, Cairo charges at Orbit with a flying knee attack. Cairo tags Odin Balfore and exits the ring. Odin enters and hits Orbit with a kneedrop to the head. He sets up Orbit in the powerbomb position--
Zach Davis: MARK OF ODIN! This is it, Odin with the pin!
Erin Robbins: Jonny Fly breaks up the pin!
Odin gets up to confront Fly and gets caught with a superkick! Cairo enters the ring and gets met with a running clothesline by Fly!
Zach Davis: The World Champion is cleaning house!
With Odin and Cairo down, Fly tries to get Orbit to come to his senses. He basically drags Orbit into their corner and makes the hot tag-- Orbit rolls out of the ring. Cairo has also rolled out. Fly climbs the turnbuckles and waits for Odin to get to his feet-- flying dropkick! Odin goes down, and Fly goes back to the ropes--
Erin Robbins: Springboard moonsault by Jonny Fly! Stays on him for the pin!
Zach Davis: NO! Odin kicks out before three!
Fly hits a series of elbow drops onto Odin's chest. He pulls Odin up and whips him into the corner. Fly charges with a corner splash-- Odin slips out of the way at the last second and makes a quick tag to Cairo! Cairo enters the ring and watches Fly who is flat on his back after bouncing off the turnbuckles. Cairo chuckles to himself before pulling Fly to his feet. He softens Fly with a few punches before lifting him for a shin breaker-- Fly goes down, and Cairo locks in the Cairopractor!
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo's got it locked in! We could see the World Champion tap out right here tonight!
Erin Robbins: That would have to put Cairo next in line for a title shot-- here comes Orbit!
Orbit hits Cairo with a stiff kick to the back of the head, and then pulls him off of Fly. He spins Cairo around--
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!
And Orbit hits Cairo with a jawbreaker. Cairo rolls around on the mat, holding his jaw. Fly is slowly recovering from the Cairopractor. Odin is on the outside, still shaking out the cobwebs. Orbit waits for Fly to get to his feet, and then climbs the turnbuckles--
Erin Robbins: I think I know what they've got in mind here. We've seen this several times.
Fly whips Cairo into the corner. He follows with a corner splash, and then hits a spinning European uppercut.
Zach Davis: DISCUS FLY!
Orbit leaps off the top with a somersault senton!
Erin Robbins: OAKLAND SPLASH!
Odin has come to his senses and looks to enter the ring-- Fly spears him as he enters!
Zach Davis: I think we're about to see new Tag Team Champions!
Erin Robbins: The Thickness is down and out!
Orbit and Fly nod at each other. Orbit pulls up Cairo and whips him into the corner, and then kneels on one knee. Fly catches Cairo, and begins to run towards Orbit--
Zach Davis: This must be their team finisher-- the Dream Shatterer!
But then he drops Cairo to the mat.
Orbit looks confused.
And then Fly kicks Orbit in the head.
Erin Robbins: What the...
Fly shakes Cairo, bringing him to his senses. Fly pulls up Orbit and tosses him to Cairo, who hits a lightning-quick rolling cutter.
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo hits Orbit with the Security Breach... what the hell did we just see?!
Cairo pins Orbit.
DING DING DING
"Ready or Not" by the Fugees plays over the PA.
Erin Robbins: The Thickness retain the Tag Team titles, but that's not even the story right now.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly has seemingly... he's turned on Steve Orbit. The Dream Team couldn't even get through one match as an official tag team.
Erin Robbins: But why? Is it because they're facing off in a couple of weeks at One?
Fly and Cairo shake hands. Odin joins them in the ring to celebrate. Orbit rolls out of the ring and stares at Fly from outside the ring.
Zach Davis: The Mack can't believe what's happened. And I'm not sure I can believe it either.
Erin Robbins: And now Fly is shaking hands with Cairo? Is this a new alliance?
Zach Davis: We're out of time. So many unanswered questions. Ladies and gentlemen, we'll see you at ONE!
Fade out... no, wait.
The scene fades back in. Steve Orbit has just entered the backstage area from the curtain. He looks around.
Orbit: FLY! WHERE ARE YOU? GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!
Orbit waits a moment for an answer, and then proceeds down the hallway on his way to Fly’s locker room. He takes a left hand turn and begins down another hallway when he spots two uniformed police officers and one man in a suit approaching from down the hall. Orbit quickly turns around and sees two more uniformed police officers approaching from behind him. They quickly converge on Orbit. The man in the suit pulls out a badge.
Hutchins: Agent Hutchins, FBI. Steve Orbit, I have a warrant for your arrest.
Orbit: Hold on. What? Yo, I didn’t do nothin’.
Hutchins: Organized crime, illegal gambling, prostitution, distribution of drugs and…murder. I wouldn’t call that nothing.
Orbit: Hell no. Nahhh, I didn’t kill nobody. You got this all wrong.
Hutchins: I guess we’ll have to find that out, won’t we? Gentlemen, please arrest him.
One of the officers moves forward and cuffs Orbit’s hands behind his back.
Orbit: Look, I don’t know where y'all been gettin' your information, but you got the wrong guy. I’m not the one who’s been doin’ all that!
Hutchins: I find that hard to believe.
Orbit: Yeah, I bet-- can't be a fuckin' black celebrity in America. Just wait til I call my mother fuckin' lawyer.
Hutchins: Say your goodbyes to the WCF, Steve. This is the last you’ll see of these people. Take him to the car, guys.
With that, the uniformed officers grab Orbit and begin leading him back down the hallway. As Orbit is pushed forward he takes one last look over his shoulder. In the distance Jonny Fly stands in the middle of the hallway…smiling. Orbit and Fly lock eyes. Fly winks. We see the rage build on Orbit's face and just as he is about to say something, the officers turn the corner and out of eyesight…for the last time.
We fade to black.