01/05/2014


Slam Intro

The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae blasts through the speakers of the arena as the capacity crowd starts hollering and booing away.

Zach Davis: Oh boy, here comes our new United States champion. He promised to address the WCF Galaxy, and I bet this is what he's going to do right now. Just didn't think it'll be... you know, this early.

Erin Robbins: Oh lighten up Zach! The Scientist is promising a revolution for the common people, including yourself. I think you'll stand to benefit, so pay attention!

Zach Davis: Exactly my point! What on Earth is he going to offer to us? The kid has just joined the company, and now that he has won the United States championship from Ryan Rhodes at ONE, he can boss us around? I think not!

The booing from the Rhode Island fans intensifies significantly as Doctor Remus Micayle steps out from the back, looking very dapper indeed in a pinstripe suit and tie while having the United States championship strapped onto his waist. He has no expression on his face, instead, he's silently observing the crowd as he walks down the ramp.

Erin Robbins: Um... I think he's doing this as a social favour? Anyone who is booing should just shut up and listen to him, yeah? He could have just let them wallow in self-despair for the rest of your life, but instead, he decides to be a good representative of the title and try and unite us into a cohesive nation. He should get an award!

Zach Davis: Nonsense. It's simply rubbish, but it's okay, we'll see how this goes. He's not getting much of a reception right now, that's for sure. The fans are still disgruntled at how this rookie could play dirty and win the championship from a more deserving Rhodes.

Micayle enters the ring, signalling for a microphone from a nearby stagehand. He grabs it and walks to the centre of the squared circle. He lifts it up to his lips, and speaks.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen.

More booing emerges. He ignores them, the prize around his waist glimmering and shining in the spotlight.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Tonight... is the first night of 2014. The start of a new year. And most importantly for all you wrestling aficionados out there, tonight marks the first Sunday Slam of the year. So, tonight is quite the spectacle, it being the opening stage for the rest of the year.

Slight murmuring breaks out within the fans. They are still eagerly awaiting his so-called message.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I have a match tonight, having the need to defend my championship against an opponent who would soon wish he was not assigned the match. I will defeat him, and retain my title. A title that I won with pride and honour at ONE. A title that Ryan Rhodes could not keep because he was... face it, a complete and utter no-hope washout.

Zach Davis: HA! What a joke!

It is at this point that the floodgates opened. The fans, already at the edge of their seats, start showing their discontent at the Scientist, openly cursing and brandishing insulting hand gestures at him.

Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!

Erin Robbins: Oh my! What a disrespectful crowd we have! The man is merely addressing you, calm down, will ya?

Zach Davis: The fans are sick and tired of having Micayle around! It's not enough that we have the likes of Jonny Fly, Oblivion, and Sarah Twilight around, now they have to deal with this guy as well? He cheated to win that belt against Ryan Rhodes, putting him out of action for the foreseeable future! No wonder they are upset!

Micayle, on his part, looks unaffected by the hostile reaction he is invoking. He simply raises an eyebrow and carries on.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Yes, yes, chant all you want. I understand that you all think he deserved to retain, but let's face facts, shall we? I am the better man, and as our match at ONE proved, I was right in my earlier calls that he was a loser. But now in 2014, we bid adieu to Ryan, and say hello to me as your NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION! And by the end of the night, I will STILL be your UNITED STATES CHAMPION!

He raises both arms out, basking in the hate of the audience.

Zach Davis: That glass-covered glove he used to attack Rhodes forced a gash in the head, winning him the title. But that was a cheap move, and not one that the fans appreciate. Surely he can't be so cocky to assume that he will win tonight as well?

Erin Robbins: Excuse me Zach, but he should. Remus is on a high right now, and I can rightfully see why! He defeated one of the most dominating superstars on the roster in his debut, took his title away, and put him out indefinitely! What a night he has had!

Crowd: YOU CHEATED! YOU CHEATED! YOU CHEATED!

Zach Davis: That's right, he cheated! No two ways around it!

Micayle is smiling now, that typical fiendish grin on his face as he readdresses the angry crowd.

Doctor Remus Micayle: But put your jubilance for my win aside yeah? I have a serious affair to share with all of you. As United States champion for the foreseeable future, it now falls to me to educate every single member of the WCF Galaxy about the importance of a cohesive America.

The buzz has returned; a couple of confused faces can be seen in the crowd. The majority however, are still radiating abhorrence for the Scientist standing in the middle of the ring.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Ryan neglected this duty while wearing the title, so I have much work to do. Our country is divided on every national issue, due to the numerous forces at work on every single citizen of this glorious nation. As a Stanford doctorate holder, I believe that I have the ability to change this. Our politicians are lazy, and despite promises otherwise... change has NOT been made! Our economy is failing, our children are getting fat and lazy, and most depressingly, even today, anything scientific is still recognised as the work of the devil!

Zach Davis: What the hell is he talking about!?

Erin Robbins: Shh, he's on a roll.

The Perspicacious One paces the ring while speaking.

Doctor Remus Micayle: As a role model of the country, I CANNOT tolerate this incompetence present in this country. Since your parents, teachers, and pastors failed to educate you on the way to lead a meaningful life, and you are more than likely to fail your own progeny, I must step in. No longer can pointless clamour such as religion, human rights, and animal-rearing ethnics stop our nation from progressing in the twenty-first century! NO! I will step in... so BEHOLD!

He flashes a hand at the WCFTron, which incidentally has started up and is showing a studio-taken photo of himself and the championship, looking like a politician in the presidential race, complete with cheesy thumbs-up gesture. Bolded and placed particularly in prominence on the image are the words: Team Science. Upon viewing the image, the crowd, which has quietened down somewhat, starts jeering once more.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I, shall embark on a new project, designed to both engage the young and the old. I need to teach all of you what is the way to a new America. The way of science. Team Science, if you will. Join me in creating a utopian society through this movement! Together, we will learn how to best advance together as a community, thus changing the world forever. It is my promise to you, as United States champion!

Zach Davis: He has gone completely cuckoo! I have no idea what he just said, but it almost sounds like he's going to start a cult. What's going on?

Erin Robbins: Don't be silly there Zach, the good doctor is merely going to teach the sheep in the crowd how to unite and better their lives! All they got to do is to follow his teachings and do whatever he asks them to... how on earth does it sound like joining an evil sect?

Zach Davis: Umm... yeah...

The crowd is heavily heckling the Scientist at this point in time. A vein twitching in his forehead, Micayle lifts the microphone to his lips once more.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I understand that it may seem a little foreign to the cretins and clucks present in the audience today. But fear not! The message that Team Science will send is going to be very evident in time to come. You'll learn to appreciate it, for it's for the greater good. It's a promise, as I said, from me...

He unravels the championship strap around his waist and lifts the United States championship into the air.

Doctor Remus Micayle: ...your United States champion, Doctor Remus Micayle. Champion of Team Science... and a better country.

Smirking once more, he lowers the belt and places it on his shoulder. He drops the microphone on the canvas, before exiting the ring and going backstage. The camera fades out to a chorus of boos as a commercial for this month's pay-per-view plays for the viewers at home.

Tha Serial Thrilla/Bjorn Erikson/Alaska Riley vs James Fatel/Aubree Celeste/David Krink

Prepare To Meet Your God by Kreepmaster blasts through the arena. As the intro plays, the lights go dark. Finally, David Krink slowly walks from backstage when the guitar is played, looking at the ring. He walks down the ramp, preparing himself for what's going to happen. He jumps on the apron and climbs through the ropes. He looks at the crowd before warming up.

The Lights inside the arena dim and 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' performed by TaTa Young; The theme of Aubree Celeste blasts over the PA System. Much to the arena the crowd get to their feet to witness 'The HotMess'; Aubree Celeste make her way through the black curtain as the crowd begin to have mixed reactions a smirk appeared on the beautiful blondes face as she raised her hands up to ignore the comments that are being heard as she made her way to the ring walking up the steels steps and walking along the ropes as she climbs into the ring and walks to the ropes she looks out at the crowd as the crowd boo her she smirks blowing a kiss and turning her back on them as her theme fades out.

SR-71- They All Fall Down hits the PA system, James Fatel stands from his seat at ring side. He's wearing a zip up hoodie with the hood up, he leaps over the barricade and slides into the ring, he sits in the corner with his team mates

Kyle Steel: introducing the team of James Fatel, David Krink and Aubree Celeste

Zach Davis: This is a odd team, there's Fatel who is still a mystery and the high flying David Krink

Erin Robbins: And of course the lovely Aubree Celeste

The lights dim as Weak Ass Bitch by Three 6 Mafia begins blaring over the sound system. The crowd lets out a chorus of cheers as Tha Serial Thrilla steps out onto the stage. As he gets to the ramp Tha Thrilla slowly raises his arms in the air as golden pyro showers down upon him. With a smirk on his face he walks down, and slides into the ring. He crosses the ring and climbs to the middle turnbuckle and raises his arms again.

Anon Amarth-Valhalla Awaits Me hits the PA, The arena blacks out, and bright white spotlights flash on and off around the place. As Björn comes out, the lights go out and a single spotlight follows his run to the ramp. As he's in the ring, he climbs the turnbuckles, holding up the Viking horn hand gesture.

Heavy Cross" by Gossip blares over the PA. She looks stunning as she pounds her fist in the air, and the crowd joins her. She slaps hands with fans while making her way down the ramp. Alaska slides into the ring and centers herself in the middle as she waves to the fans. The lights dim, followed by an explosion of silver pyro and glitter from each of the turnbuckles. As it does so, Alaska does a back walk-over into a full split. She stretches out her legs in various acrobatic positions.

Kyle Steel: And introducing the second team of The Serial Thrilla, Bjorn Erikson and Alaska Riley

Zach Davis: This should be a intresting contest

Erin Robbins: Yes it should, haven't really seen much from any of these competitors

Ding ding ding

Fatel and Krink step out of the ring to the apron, as does Bjorn and Thrilla. Leaving the two women of the match to start it off

Zach Davis: apparently they're going to make this a civil beginning

Erin Robbins: I wonder how long it will stay that way

Alaska walks to the center of the ring putting her hand into the air gesturing for Aubree to test strength with her, as Aubree reaches for her hand Alaska swiftly kicks Aubree in the gut. She bends over in pain, Alaska wipes her to the ropes then jumps up for a dropkick, but Aubree holds ontothe ropes letting Alaska crash down hard. Aubree shots in to a jack-knife pin

1... 2...

Alaska kicks out

Zach Davis: That was almost a quick match

Alaska quickly moves to her corner tagging Bjorn in, Aubree turns and tags in Krink

Erin Robbins: what a size difference

Zach Davis: the 5'9 Krink against the 6'8 Bjorn

Bjorn looks down at the much smaller opponent unimpressed. Bjorn quickly runs at Krink with a hard boot, but Krink slides between his legs and runs against the ropes. As Bjorn turns around Krink lands a hard dropkick to the knee, forcing Bjorn down to one knee. Krink runs and springs off the side ropes then hits a hard front dropkick to the side of Bjorns face.

Zach Davis: Krink playing it smart, using his speed to drop the much larger Bjorn

Krink leaps over the ropes to the apron, he signals for a springboard move. Bjorn starts to get back to his feet, Krink jumps up and springs off the top rope, but Bjorn turns and lifts his massive boot. Bjorn connects with a hard kick to the chest of Krink, Krink rolls around on the mat gasping for air

Zach Davis: oh my what a kick

Erin Robbins: Out of mid-air, he may have killed that poor man

Bjorn steps back to his corner and signals for a big clothesline, but Serial Thrilla suddenly tags himself in. Bjorn starts to argue with Thrilla but Thrilla just waves him off. Bjorn reluctantly goes to the apron. As those two are arguing Fatel had dropped off the apron and grabbed a chair, sliding it into Krink

Zach Davis: Does Serial Thrilla know that Krink now has a chair??

Erin Robbins: I don't think he does

Serial Thrilla goes to grab Krink, but Krink turns and blasts him with a hard chair shot. Serial Thrilla drops, Krink goes for a quick pin

1.... 2.... Alaska with the save

Zach Davis: That was so close

Erin Robbins: Bjorn didn't even attempt to save Thrilla, I think he's still upset with the forced tag

Aubree gets in the ring tackling Alaska down, they fight and roll out of the ring to the floor. The ref ignores them, with it being a no dq match he doesn't seem to care. Krink uses the ropes to get back to his feet, Thrilla is down. Krink looks at the top rope or his corner. Fatel steps to the side as Krink starts to ascend to the top.

Zach Davis: He's going high risk again

Erin Robbins: Hope it works out a lot better this time

Thrilla is starting to come to and starts to get to his feet. Krink is waiting on the top rope for Thrilla. Thrilla turns as Krink leaps but Thrilla hits a hard spear outta the air

Zach Davis: Oh My God!!

Erin Robbins: This time Krink has to be dead

Crowd: holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Serial Thrilla jumps up, pumped after the spear. He looks to his corner yelling, but as his back is turned Fatel reaches over the top rope and tags Krink, Fatel then drops off the apron and moves to the side of the ring

Zach Davis: What is Fatel doing??

Erin Robbins: I don't know but he's up to something

Thrilla turns back and pulls Krink to the center of the ring and goes for the pin, but the ref trys to explain Krink isn't the legal man. Thrilla gets into the face of the ref for not going for the pin, Fatel slides in the ring and quickly rolls Thrilla up with a school boy pin

1... 2... Thrilla kicks out

Zach Davis: That was so very close

Thrilla rolls back and to his feet as Fatel reaches his feet. Thrilla runs full speed spearing Fatel in half

Erin Robbins: Shot of greatness!!!!!

Zach Davis: Fatel ripped in half

Thrilla goes for the pin

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Ding ding ding

Fatel rolls out of the ring to the floor, still in major pain from the spear. Thrilla celebrating the victory in the ring, Bjorn shakes his head and drops off the apron and starts to the back, Alaska celebrates on the outside

Zach Davis: well tonight the Serial Thrilla shows his devastating power

Erin Robbins: And no one knows better the James Fatel!

Eric Price Segment

“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Dunkin’ Donuts Arena as the Providence, Rhode Island crowd is a bit puzzled to hear that music and mostly cheers are heard throughout the arena as this music starts to play.

Zach Davis: That sounds like …

Eric Price appears on stage, many bandages on his face, sunglasses on, wearing a black suit with a black shirt, gold tie, gold colored vest, and black pants, a leg brace on, and with two crutches slowly making his way down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome … ERIC PRICE!

Zach Davis: And indeed it is Eric Price, that’s his old entrance music. Kicking off Slam tonight, I’ve heard he has a special announcement to make to the WCF fans here tonight.

Erin Robbins: Rumors have been swirling around although he needs to get over the fact that he lost to Sarah at One. Our magnanimous owner is clearly better than he ever will be.

Zach Davis: Look … that Ultra Ten match was hell. Both competitors ended up being taken to the hospital after the match was over, Sarah won but in the end, neither one really won anything the way they brutally decimated each other. Although after what Sarah and Lilith did to Eric’s wife, I can’t blame the man.

Erin Robbins: But he still lost.

Zach Davis: He did what he said he was going to do, he kicked Sarah’s ass and made sure she didn’t leave the arena under her own power and she in fact did leave the Staples center in a stretcher in an ambulance as did he.

Eric slowly steps into the ring as he asks Kyle to please open the ring ropes for him so he can get his crutches through. He slowly steps into the ring, clearly still in pain as he asks for a microphone as the crowd is still cheering for him.

Crowd: Eric Price! Eric Price! Eric Price!

Eric looks on toward the crowd with a smile on his face as the crowd welcomes him warmly

Eric Price: Well first off, welcome to Slam and happy New Year WCF fans!

Crowd cheers loudly

Eric Price: My name is Eric Price and it really is good to be ringing in the New Year here at the first edition of Slam of 2014 live from the Dunkin’ Donuts Center here in Providence, Rhode Island! One year ago at this time, I stood in this ring as the newly crowned WCF World Champion and went on to have an unprecedented title reign, what a great 2013 I had that’s for sure.

Crowd cheers at the mention of their own city

Eric Price: As you all know, two weeks ago just within earshot of my hometown in Los Angeles at the Staples Center, I competed in the first ever Ultra Ten match. For those of you not aware of what that is, it is a match in which you compete to ten falls and whomever has the most falls during the match wins the entire match however … if you end up at a tie after the tenth fall, then you have an eleventh fall in a sudden death to determine the winner. For those of you who did not watch One, we got to that point of an eleventh fall, which was determined in a last person standing match. As history will show, Sarah won that fall and thus the match.

Crowd boos loudly

Eric Price: But the fact is, I did kick Sarah’s ass and I did exactly what I said I was going to do, I made sure Sarah did not leave the arena under her own power as she was stretchered out and taken away in an ambulance. In fact, so was I and as you can tell, I’m still badly injured here tonight. In fact, that match was so brutal that I still have a pentagram scar on my chest from when Sarah branded me with that hot iron, a permanent mark of the match that will forever remain with me. Admittedly, I am also still furious over what Sarah and Lilith did to my wife Rachel! If you’ve seen the pictures on WCF.com, you know what I’m talking about but if not, take a look on the screen there.

The titantron shows pictures of Rachel Twilight-Price with many bloody lacerations on her face from the torture she endured at the hands of Lilith and Sarah Twilight.

Eric Price: As an update, I’d like to let you folks know that Rachel is resting comfortably at home. Despite whatever Lilith may state about her still being locked in a basement somewhere, that is BS, she was returned to me the night before One albeit injured as you saw in the pictures. Her lacerations and wounds have healed up nicely and with some cosmetic surgery, which she has elected to undergo, they should be completely unnoticeable once the procedures are complete. Now, I thought about litigation toward Sarah and Lilith and WCF because of what they did.

Crowd cheers loudly

Eric Price: But let me get back to that in a bit. Rumors have been swirling around, I’ve seen the dirt sheets, WCF.com, Dave Meltzer, among others who claim that they know what my big announcement is tonight. Some have claimed I’m retiring for good, some have claimed I’m going to challenge Jonny Fly for a World Title shot at Payback, some have even claimed that I’m going to confess my unprofessed love for Sarah Twilight here tonight. Let me strike down those rumors right now that first off no, I am not retiring, secondly, I am not challenging Jonny Fly for a World Title shot at Payback, and I hate Sarah Twilight so no, there is no unprofessed love to confess. No, that’s not my announcement tonight. What I’m announcing is that due to my injuries, I will be on the inactive roster for a while as I clearly cannot compete. In exchange for me not suing this company and Sarah straight to hell over what they did to my wife, they have agreed to generously compensate us for a good sum of money. Due to a non-disclosure agreement I signed, I cannot divulge the amount but let’s just say I’ll be able to take care of my wife properly with it and then some. Additionally, as I am badly injured, I will not be competing for a while until the doctor’s medically clear me and/or I am ready to return to active competition. Again, as part of this settlement, I will be paid during my time off and actually allowed to take this time off.

Eric Price: Now, don’t think that Sarah Twilight did this out of the kindness of her heart. She again did this to ensure I would not sue and therefore allowed me time off. But you know, I’ve had a couple of weeks to think about what she did to my wife, what she did to me, how she and Lilith have made my life a living hell and how everything has gone downhill ever since I lost ownership of this company and then I realized, as much as I hate her, it’s not Sarah’s fault at all. Hell, it’s not even the puppet’s fault because Lilith is just Sarah’s little toy and contrary to the rumors, I can guarantee with 100% certainty as I know Sarah better than anyone that there is no relationship of any kind going on there. Regardless of what sexual exploits Lilith may conjure up, believe me, there is no sexual anything going on there except in Lilith’s mind because Sarah … sex … yeah, I think we have a better chance of finding honest politicians in the world.

Zach Davis: Haha!

Erin Robbins: How inappropriate!

Eric Price: That notwithstanding, I did think about how things have not been going my way and then I realized, it’s not Rachel’s fault, it’s not Jonny Fly’s fault, it’s not even my fault really. You know who’s fault it is that things have been going downhill for me? IT’S YOUR FAULT!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!

Erin Robbins: Wait a minute …

Crowd starts giving a mixed reaction of cheers and boos

Eric Price: The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the more I tried to help around here, the more equitable I tried to be, the more I tried to right the wrongs here in WCF when I owned the company, the more s*(beep)* I got for it and the less appreciation I got for it. And then it hit me, Sarah was always right, hell I was right all along about you people, you’re nothing but a bunch of dependent, judgmental, hypocritical, pieces of garbage!

Crowd starts booing more and more

Eric Price: More than that though, you people are what made me weak! After I lost the company, sure you cheered for me but what the f*beep* did that get me, huh? I didn’t get any money back from giving away the company? I didn’t get any recognition or appreciation for the hard work I put into trying to improve this company, all I got was “oh poor Eric”. Well guess what, “oh poor Eric” doesn’t pay my bills, it doesn’t get me my company back, it doesn’t give me the success I so richly deserve! At War, I almost had the match won but what happened, I was too busy trying to please YOU PEOPLE and I got weak and Jonny Fly made me pass out in a hold, which I should have been able to counter and reverse … I would be the WCF World Heavyweight Champion right now but instead, I got the shaft because of you pathetic urchins!

Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!

Eric Price: And at One, when I lost to Sarah, I didn’t fail. You know who failed? EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU FAILED!

Crowd boos even more loudly

Eric Price: That’s right, I would have won the match but again, I was too busy pandering to you losers and parasites and I did not keep my eye on the prize causing me to lose therefore, YOU FAILED ME! Not to mention, it’s your fault my wife got hurt, it’s your fault that I don’t own this company anymore, and it’s your fault that my match was not THE main event of One! So now, I’m going to home and relax and I’m done allowing you people to take advantage of me and distract me from my goals.

Crowd: Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey … GOODBYE! Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey … GOODBYE!

Zach Davis: And this crowd wanting Eric Price gone after all this nonsense he’s spewing.

Erin Robbins: I think he’s starting to make some great sense here and finally seeing the light.

Eric stands in the ring and simply shakes his head at the crowd waiting for their chants to die down as he looks at his watch

Eric Price: Seeing as you’re done now, I’ll continue after you so rudely disrespected and interrupted me. I am done being your little puppet on a string, I realized something. As you noticed, I changed my theme song back tonight because the more I thought about it, the more I realized that the song “Everybody’s Fool” was lyrically mocking me … oh yeah, you see, I always thought the fool in that was Sarah but in reality, the only fool here was me, I was your fool and you people did nothing but mock me, disrespect me, and weaken me. You weakened me so badly that I lost to a bunch of losers named S-PAC. So it’s over … you people will no longer sponge off of me, feed off of me like a bunch of barnacles. From now on, everything I do I do for me and me only! And in case you people don’t get what I’m saying because I know your tiny little minds here in Rhode Island can only comprehend so much, let me clarify for you … from this moment forward, it’s all about me and when I return, you people can all kiss my ass!

Eric smiles at the crowd

Eric Price: My name is Mr. Eric Price and I am the greatest WCF Wrestler in the history of this company. 2013 is done, 2014 … I will rise again. Thank you all very much. Have a pleasant evening!

Crowd boos loudly as Eric starts to leave the ring as “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing again.

Zach Davis: I … what just happened here?

Erin Robbins: I’ll tell you what just happened, what just happened is that Eric Price saw the light. He finally figured out what’s been holding him back and now he’s going to take some well deserved time off thanks to our magnanimous owner and he’s finally going to be himself.

Zach Davis: All I heard were the ranting and ravings of a bitter and sore loser; of a man who cannot own up to his mistakes and needs to find someone to blame. This is not the same Eric Price we knew, this is a bitter, a jealous, a resentful individual and … I don’t know what else to say about this shocking turn of events.

Erin Robbins: I know what to say, thank you very much Mr. Eric Price, you’ve finally reasoned out the truth. Honestly, he made great points and he’s not going to allow these idiots to hold him back anymore. For now, he’s taking some time off to heal from his injuries but when he comes back, he will be a force to be reckoned with.

Zach Davis: But why? I think we’re all owed an explanation for this change in attitude from one moment to the next. Completely unexpected and unwarranted. Guess the new year is marks a change for him.

Erin Robbins: The truth hurts doesn’t it? The truth hurts!

Night Rider/Denise D'Evil vs BioWalker vs The Diaz Brothers

Zach Davis: This match should be an interesting one.

Erin Robbins: Correct assumption there Zach. We still don't know the whereabouts of Denise D'Evil. It could be a long evening for Night Rider.

Zach Davis: He is going to have to be sharp to get through this match. The combatants are making their way to the ring now.

Fuck Dat Bitch by Young Dro begins playing on the Jumbo-Tron as Jorge and Jey Diaz run down the ramp. They jump on the apron and over the ropes into the ring. They crisscross bouncing off the ropes before moving to their corner to wait on their opponents.

Breakdown by biohazard begins playing on the jumbo-tron as biohazard comes out and walks towards the ring. Yellow and purple lights flash before "I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the jumbo-tron. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyrotechnics at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he catches up with Biohazard. The two of them rush the ring together and slide under the ropes. The Diaz Brothers pounce quickly and the four men begin fighting just as the lights in the arena dim.

'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from the back. He has a forlorn look on his face and anger burning in his eyes as he makes his way to the ring. The referee, Having regained control in the ring watches as Night Rider climbs onto the apron and steps over the ropes.

Erin Robbins: No sign of D'Evil. It looks like this will be a handicapped match.

Zach Davis: This can't be good for Night Rider.

Erin Robbins: He still looks determined to compete in this contest.

The bell rings as Tyler Walker rushes Night Rider from behind and clips his left knee. Night Rider drops to one knee. Jorge Diaz hits Night Rider with a drop kick sending him crashing to the mat. Walker grabs Night Rider and sends him into the ropes. Night Riders knee buckles and he goes flying out to the arena floor. Night Rider grabs his knee and screams in pain as Jorge Diaz hits Walker with a big boot and follows up with a snap suplex. Jorge quickly tags in Jey Diaz. Jey goes for a quick cover Walker throws him off before the ref can even begin counting. Jey Diaz picks up Walker and sends him flying into the turnbuckle. Jey rushes in and hits him with a splash. Jey climbs the ropes and begins pounding Walker. Walker grabs Diaz and moves out of the corner, Hitting him with a power bomb. Walker goes over and tags Biohazard. Walker hits Jey Diaz with a punt kick before exiting the ring.

Erin Robbins: The action continues fast and furious. Night Rider is beginning to get up outside the ring with the help of the railing. Will he be able to continue.

Zach Davis: It looks like he will. He's rubbing his knee now even as he tries getting back in the ring.

Night Rider grabs the leg of Jey Diaz and pulls him out as Biohazard springboards into the ring and smacks the mat. Night Rider whips Jey Diaz into the steel post. Diaz crumbles to the floor. Night Rider climbs into the ring as Biohazard gets to his feet. Night Rider hits him with a kick to the groin and follows up with a DDT. Night Rider picks up Biohazard and goes for a springboard suplex off the ropes. His knee gives out and he crashes down with Biohazard on top of him. Biohazard hooks the leg as the ref slides into position and begins counting.

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Night Rider slides out under the ropes and walks around the ring as Jorge Diaz and Biohazard slug it out. The ref breaks it up and orders Jorge Diaz out of the ring before he begins counting out Night Rider and Jey Diaz. Night Rider slides in under the ropes to break the count. Biohazard makes it to his corner and tags in Tyler Walker just as Jey Diaz is helped back into the ring by his brother. Walker rushes Diaz but Night Rider cuts him off and hits him with a powerful clothesline. Night Rider picks up Walker and hits him with a vertical suplex. Walker grabs his back as Night Rider picks him up again and slams him down to the mat. Jey Diaz tags in Jorge Diaz as Night Rider picks up Walker and sends him into the Diaz corner. Jey Diaz falls to the floor as Jorge leaps over Walker, Right into the arms of Night Rider. Night Rider power slams Jorge and plants him in the mat. Night Rider climbs to the top turnbuckle and just as Jorge gets to his feet he connects with a missile drop kick.

Erin Robbins: Night Rider is fighting like a madman possessed. He wants to get this match over with.

Zach Davis: He has to. The longer this match goes the more it favors his opponents.

Night Rider goes for the cover as Jey Diaz and Walker fight it out in the corner.

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Lights in the arena go dim as fog fills the air. The titan tron slowly turns on going in and out of static before it focus once again on a older brick wall missing a few bricks here and there. The moon shines bright as three shadows appear on the wall.

Shadow #1: Night Rider you manged to luckily escape our grasp but I assure you that your escape is only temporary. We all know we have what you want and we know you will make a sad attempt of trying to retrieve your belongings, Denise D'Evil. Unfortunately for you she has chosen to refuse my beliefs as you do. However she is well cared for in our hands and that's where she will stay. Next week live on slam Denise will come face to face with the devil and she will bow at his feet. She will be the first person to follow my beliefs and soon after you will suffer the same fate.

Shadows #2 and #3 begin softly laughing and whispering with an echo follow the shadows.

Shadow #1: Denise will be the first to join us and you Night Rider will be the next. Our mission will not stop with just you two I assure you there will be more that will have no choice but to follow the beliefs. One by one they will follow and this will be written in history as the dark era of the WCF the dark era that reigned supreme and will take a controlling interest in the roster. FOLLOW THE SHADOWS

Shadows #2 and #3 again begain softly laughing whispering with an echo follow the shadows.

The titan tron instantly turns black as fire erupts from the stage.

Kevin/George Segment

The Monday Night Football theme hits the PA as George and Kevin walk out from the back causing a big pop from the crowd.

Zach Davis: What are these two knuckleheads doing out here? They’re not scheduled to wrestle!

George and Kevin start breaking it down on the entryway as women throw their underwear at them. They throw 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.

George walks over to the side of the ring and asks for a mic. He’s handed one and he lifts it up as he speaks.

George: Look at all those NERDS out here tonight!

The crowd is a mixture of cheers and boos as they are insulted yet still love it.

George: Me and my boy Kevin here are mad because we didn’t get a match tonight. We think that’s a bunch of bullshit!

The crowd pops and starts chanting BULLSHIT over and over. George and Kevin nod. George speaks again.

George: You know, as a matter of fact, we ain’t leaving until someone back there comes out here and does something about it and seeing as how WCF is nothing but the two of us surrounded by a bunch of NERDS, we know that ain’t happening.

George and Kevin walk over to the side of the ring and lean on the ropes, gesturing for someone to come out. After a few seconds, no one comes out. George laughs and lifts the mic to speak, but is interrupted as “Hit ‘Em Up” by Lil Wayne hits the speakers.

Zach Davis: What in the world!?!?

Erin Robbins: I know this music but why would he be coming out here??

The curtains part and two muscular Hispanic men walk out from the back. From the clothing and tattoos it’s obvious who these two men are.

Zach Davis: MS-13!!! What is Mara Salvatrucha doing here?!

The two men glance back over their shoulders and the curtains part one more time and the legendary WCF Hall of Famer Gravedigger walks out from the back with a swagger. He smirks on the top of the ramp as the crowd rains boos down upon him.

Erin Robbins: YESSS!!! Gravedigger is in the house!!

Zach Davis: Why is he coming out here to Hector Rodriguez music?

Gravedigger walks down the ramp followed closely by MS-13 member Adrian and whoever the other gang member is. Kevin and George seem about as stunned as the rest of the crowd. Gravedigger walks over to the ring steps and starts walking up them as both members of MS-13 pull themselves up onto the apron and step between the ropes. Kevin and George back up, sizing them up and run at the two men as if they’re opposing linebackers on the football team. They crash into them and bounce back off of the two gang members who laugh. Kevin and George run at them again and are flattened as one of the men hits a clothesline from hell on Kevin and the other nails a huge spinebuster on George.

Gravedigger cackles as he steps into the ring and surveys the carnage. He walks around Kevin and George as they slowly get up. Gravedigger walks up to George and kicks him in the gut and lifts him backwards onto his shoulders and hits him with a reverse Death Valley Driver.

Erin Robbins: The Embalmer!!! YES!!

Zach Davis: Oh no and he’s grabbing Kevin…DEATH DRIVER!

Gravedigger bounces back up and smirks as he looks at the fallen Nerd Smashers. He walks over to the side of the ring and as if on cue, is handed a mic. Gravedigger pounds fists with both members of MS-13 before turning to the crowd and lifting the microphone.

Gravedigger: COREY BLACK!! Dude, you are so right about this whole jobber killing thing. It is AWESOME!

The crowd boos loudly.

Zach Davis: Oh come on! His goons laid the two men out before Gravedigger did a single thing! Corey Black doesn’t let others do his dirty work!

Erin Robbins: Gravedigger is a smart man! You shut your mouth about Corey Black. Don’t even say his name in the same sentence as Gravedigger!

Gravedigger: So I’m sure everyone is wondering why Gravedigger is back in a WCF ring. Is it money? Is it another business deal? Do I want another title belt around my waist? Am I here to align myself with World Champion Jonny Fly like I did last year when Eric Price needed someone watching his back? No to all those questions. I’m not here for money, I’m not here for fame. I’m not here for glory. I’m not here to watch anyone’s back. That right there…

Gravedigger trails off and turns where Kevin and George are still laying on the mat and points.

Gravedigger: That right there is why I’ve returned. Those two men were just laid out by Mara Salvatrucha. Those two men who weren’t on the roster when I was last an active wrestler over a year ago. Those two men who weren’t on the roster when I was part of War. I’m here to do what we just did here in the ring. Wreak havoc. Cause destruction. Not some kind of chaotic unplanned attack on everyone. No, this is a focused attack. This is a focused attack on all these scum-sucking leeches who walk in here off the fucking street and proclaim to be the best. Looking at all the new blood these days, it’s obvious that WCF has no standards anymore. Any bum off the street who can take a bump or two and will sign a contract to show up is put on the roster. I’m not saying names because I know how excited some of you scum-sucking leeches are at the thought of the legendary Gravedigger saying your name and making you famous.

Fuck that. I’m not making you famous by uttering your name. I’m making you famous by being the initial victims in the rampage of Mara Salvatrucha. Go around saying Gravedigger is reclaiming his glory days. Go around saying that Gravedigger is just another of the old guard trying to hold down the new blood. You can call it whatever you want, but the fact is I’ve returned. I’m not back to be in the background and watch the back of any of the veterans or fellow legends here. Fuck that. I’m back to cause pain and destruction. I’m back to destroy dreams and end careers. I’m back so that when you hear that music, when you see Adrian or Miguel here or even ME, Gravedigger, you shit your pants and hope that I make it quick.

Gravedigger lowers the mic as “Hit ‘Em Up” by Lil Wayne hits the speakers once more. He takes one last look around the ring with a pissed off look and then drops the mic before exiting the ring with Adrian and Miguel.

Zach Davis: Wow! Gravedigger has returned and promised pain and destruction upon what seems to be primarily the new blood of WCF. Quite the statement both on the mic and in the ring for the legendary Hall of Famer.

Erin Robbins: I’m so excited!!

Marco Valintine vs Lilith vs Adam Young

Zach Davis: Alright, up next we have Marco Valintine versus Lilith versus Adam Young in triple threat action.

The lights go out as a voice starts to speak over the sound system, It is the future... year 6969. Somewhere out in Megaspace. The Pelozees of The Lesbodyke Nebula, in order to continue breeding after removal from the

Universe their last remaining enemy, men, created the PIL - Penile Impregnation Lingumbot. Rezark SP - a prototype PIL, accidentally launched Into chrono-space during the hyperfiber wars, has programmed a self Replicating evo-loop and drifts for a kilo-year, alone and sentient in a Tele-operative trajectory above Planet Three-S: formerly known as Earth. Lowering his astrogate to Planet Three-S, Rezark SP, the last surviving Chrononaut, has a bad case of blue ballsium and one thing on his hydro-mind.................

Pussy!

Fireworks explode from the ramp as Supersonic sex machine by Steel Panther blasts out of the speakers, the lights go wild with color and Marco leaps onto the stage, dancing in time with the music he strips out of his jacket and trousers with fireworks going off behind him.

Kyle Steel: Introducing the competitor, weighing in at 210 pounds and coming to us from Los Angeles California.... This is The emperor of epicness, The Senator of Sexiness, The Incarnation of Incredible, The ambassador of awesome, The titan of titulation, the embodiment of exceptional and The Quintessential Ladies Man Marco Valintine.

Strutting down the ramp he mocks the men around the ringside area and flirts with the hot women, after dancing a little more he leaps onto the top rope turning a 180 before moonsaulting into the ring landing on his feet as fireworks shoot out of the ring posts... He walks around the ring pointing at his fans as his music switches off he sits in the corner waiting for the match to start.

Erin Robbins: My vagina is tingling.

Zach Davis: ERIN!

Erin Robbins: Did I say that out loud?

The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Imaginary" by Evanescence begins to play, as Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black miniskirt, burgundy leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled ankle boots. Lilith proceeds to skips down to the ring holding a giant lollypop in one hand and a teddy bear in the other. The crowd look on confused but begin to boo her despite the fact that she looks so cheerful.

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 132 pounds.... she is LILITH!!!

Lilith eventually reaches the ring and locates a child sitting front row, she passes him her giant lollypop. Lilith then skips around the outside of the ring, placing her teddy bear on the turnbuckle and bounces up onto the ring apron, waving to the crowd and blowing kisses to them all. She climbs through the ropes still smiling and waving to everyone whilst waiting for the match to begin.

Zach Davis: Here is Lilith, fresh off winning a contendership battle royal for the Internet Title.

Erin Robbins: That’s right Zach. I’m really looking forward to that match…and also this match right here.

"The Outsiders" by Eric Church 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 staring daggers towards the ring. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and crawls to the corner where he sits Indian style for a few seconds. He reaches up and pulls himself up and lets out a war cry.

Zach Davis: Last but not least, here’s Adam Young. Perhaps the most hated man in WCF history.

Erin Robbins: You got that right. All three competitors are in the ring and we’re about to get this underway.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

Valintine and Young come out of their corners and circle each other once before moving in and tying up. Lilith hasn't budged from his corner as he remains seated, smiling, and enjoying the show. Valintine gets control on Young and whips him into the ropes. Young comes back and Valintine drops him to the mat with an arm drag. Young springs right back up to his feet and Valintine takes him back down with a second arm drag.

Erin Robbins: Decent strategy here by Lilith, allow Valentine and Young to fight it out and then swoop in afterward.

Valintine is now holding onto the arm and he tries to go for an armbar but Young manages to snake his arm out of his grasp. The two look at each other, then over to Lilith, then back to one another.

Zach Davis: Uh-oh. You better get up Lilith!

Young runs over to Lilith and kicks Lilith in the chest. Lilith roars out in anger and tackles Young to the mat. Valentine grabs Lilith and pulls her off of Young. He decks her with a right hand sending her down to the mat. Adam Young quickly gets back to his feet and connects with a kick to the groin of Valintine.

Erin Robbins: I know that’s got to hurt!

Zach Davis: How exactly would you know that?

Erin Robbins: …uh, right.

Valintine is doubled over and Young kicks him in the midsection causing him to topple over. Adam Young tries a quick roll-up pin attempt.

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Zach Davis: Yeah, uh, nothing there. At all.

Adam Young pops right back up to his feet and allows Valintine a chance to get back up. They’re about to lock back up, when Lilith comes out of nowhere and clubs Valintine in the back. Her momentum carries her through and she ends up clubbing Adam Young as well. Both men hit the ground in her wake. Lilith reaches down and grabs Adam Young, and whips him through the ropes. Young ends up flying face first into the ring barrier.

Erin Robbins: Ouch! That one had to hurt!

Inside of the ring Lilith turns her attention back to Marco Valintine. She brings him to his feet and delivers a sharp elbow to Marco’s face. He stumbles backward into the corner. Lilith follows and grabs him and whips him the length of the ring into the opposite corner. Lilith runs at him and slashes into him. As Valentine is jarred out of the corner Lilith lands another shot with her elbow. Lilith pulls Valentine out of the corner and downs him with a swinging neckbreaker.

Zach Davis: Lilith is in full command right now. Adam Young is still incapacitated and Valintine is being dominated by the Internet Title’s number one contender.

Lilith gets back to her feet. She looks down and laughs at Valintine. She grabs him and brings him up to his feet. Standing face to face with the “Senator of Sexiness” Lilith goes in close nearly touching her lips to Marco’s.

Erin Robbins: Uh…what the fuck is this?

Suddenly, Lilith grabs hold of Marco’s hair and pulls him back. She kisses him on the lips, sucking the air out of his lungs. With one brisk movement, she spikes him into the mat with a DDT.

Zach Davis: THE KISS OF DEATH!

Erin Robbins: Brutal. Just a brutal maneuver.

Lilith quickly goes for the pin.

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Zach Davis: Yes! Lilith has done it!

Erin Robbins: What a dominating performance by Lilith tonight. She’s on quite a little hot streak here.

Lilith rises back to her feet as the referee raises her hands in victory.

Zach Davis: Glad to see her back in the ring. This match was nothing for her, though. She has a date with Zombie McMorris in the near future for the Internet Title.

Lilith slides under the ropes and begins making her way to the back.

Sarah Twilight Segment

Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits the loudspeakers. The crowd immediately begins to BOO like mad. Lilith stands in the ring and she smiles seeing the gorgeous redhead walk through the curtain. Sarah is dressed in a pair of dark blue demin jeans, a black tee shirt with the words "Dark Imagination" written across in purple lettering over the backdrop of a evilly wicked looking Teddy Bear as well as a pair of black Nike Sneakers with purple swoosh and trim. As usual, her sterling silver pentacle dangles from her neck over the black tee shirt.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, at this time please welcome the Owner of Wrestling Championship Federation .... SARAH TWILIGHT!!

The villainous redhead swaggers down the ramp toward the ring carrying something with her. A large box shaped object covered over by a black satin cloth. She arrogantly makes her way to the ring to a chorus of boos.

Zach Davis: Well, this is unexpected ...

Erin Robbins: I know ... it is such a treat to be joined out here by our wonderful boss!

Sarah makes her way into the ring where Lilith stands with her hands clasped together and looks absolutely DELIGHTED to see her. It is obvious no one else shared her enthusiasm for the redhead. Sarah smiles at Lilith as she demands a microphone from a stage hand. Without hesitation she is handed one. The crowd boos.

Sarah Twilight: I have far more important things to address this evening than the ignorance of you fucking sheep.

HUGE spike in boos from the crowd.

Sarah Twilight: Since my arrival here I have achieved everything that I have set out to achieve. I am THEE most successful woman to ever step foot inside of this ring whether you want to admit it or not. I am the first and the ONLY woman to ever be able to call herself the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. I am the ONLY woman to ever emerge victorious in the WCF Classic ... I have been Television Champion, Tag Team Champions ... I have stood as the very IMAGE of this company during both my reign as Champion, and preceding it.

Zach Davis: What is all of this about? Everyone is well aware of what Sarah Twilight has accomplished in her career. Love her or hate her, no one can take that away.

Erin Robbins: I'm not sure. I do know that there has to be a reason for this though. Either way, shhh. She's talking!

Sarah Twilight: I have CREATED and emerged with VICTORY in matches so brutal that even talking about them today get a shiver up their spine. I have ended the careers of some, shortened others, and ascended beyond ALL. I stand right now as the owner of the very company where I EARNED my success.

More boos from the crowd. A chant rings out.

Crowd: WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE!

Sarah ignores them as she continues on. Lilith just watches her with a smile on her face, loving the opportunity to listen to her favorite redhead put people in their places.

Sarah Twilight: Lately, I've noticed the trend of talking about respect ... respecting the legends and the hall of famers in this company for past accomplishments that they choose to dismiss when it comes to someone like ME. They wish to parade around in their warped little FUCKED up world where the past is somehow more relevant than the present. I do not hold such beliefs. My past accomplishments are records that have not been broken, but my accomplishment here today are as the owner and operator of this ... Wrestling Championship Federation ... NOT what I have done last month, or last year.

Zach Davis: Where is this even going?

Erin Robbins: I somehow don't like how it sounds ...

Sarah Twilight: No fucking washed up HAS BEENS will parade around expecting the praises of those who are here bleeding NOW for these insignificant stains that line the seats of this ... or any other arena. When I look around at this company I see promise in the likes of Remus Micayle and Caleb Fourchon. I see the sacrifice made for you ungrateful shits by the likes of Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu that go unrewarded so that the comfortable may sit on a throne that they do not deserve.

Zach Davis: I ... I am not sure what to make of this.

Erin Robbins: I believe this is another one of those clean ups. Sarah speaks the truth!

Sarah Twilight: A legend ... is just that, a story passed on from long ago ... that no one really gives a shit about any longer. You do not live on the weight of past merits. You EARN your place for the here and NOW! And of those I mentioned, I see another who is in the here and now ... who has EARNED their place and yet gone unnoticed. I am the most successful female competitor in the history of WCF ... and right now, I see who is the BEST active female competitor on this roster.

Zach Davis: Oh brother.

Erin Robbins: What?! This is getting GOOD!

Sarah Twilight: It sure as HELL isn't your precious Chelsea Armstrongs or Stacy Robinsons. They have talked and they have spoken and they have failed. Only one woman has stood to do what I have always done and taken what she has wanted. And for that reason ...

Sarah looks at Lilith who is still smiling, now curious as to what is going on.

Zach Davis: Oh gimmie a break! Talk about bias.

Sarah pulls back the stain cloth from the box to reveal and BRAND NEW, improved WCF Elite Championship.

Sarah Twilight: That I award this WCF Elite Championship to Lilith. The ONLY competitor on this PATHETIC roster worth carrying such an honor with her. You have lived for the here and now. You spit in the face of the past and for that you ARE among the elite.

Sarah hands the championship over to Lilith who takes the sparkling, shiny title with JOY as if Sarah had just given her a present or even a promise ring or something. The crowd boos like CRAZY.

Zach Davis: Just ... just HANDING her a championship?

Erin Robbins: Why not? Remember when Eric was just handed that belt? Besides, Lilith earned this!

Zach Davis: How? By having some kind of "relationship" with the boss?

Erin Robbins: How dare you insinuate such a thing!

Sarah paces in the ring as Lilith shows off her new championship trinket and parades around with glee. Once more Sarah speaks.

Sarah Twilight: And with this act I have cemented all that I have wished to cement here in the wake of my own revelations. There is something more impactful that looms on the horizon and it will change everything about the very core of this business. It will, and SHALL affect every last one of you pathetic fucks, from your "legends" and your hall of famers to the fucking curtain jerks in the back. I do not care ...

Overwhelming boos from the crowd. Sarah looks down, as if in deep thought and she lets out a sigh.

Sarah Twilight: This is not a task that may be completed on this night. So therefore next week ... here on Slam. Not only will the entirety of the WCF be present ... I am also requesting ... no DEMANDING the presense of Seth Lerch in this ring!

Zach Davis: WHAT?!

Erin Robbins: Seth Lerch? B... but WHY?

Zach Davis: I have no idea!

Erin Robbins: I don't like the sound of this at ALL!

Zach Davis: Something MAJOR is brewing ... who know WHAT this could be?

Erin Robbins: I don't like it! I don't like it one bit!

Sarah drops the mic as the crowd is SERIOUSLY bustling now with questions. "Imaginary" by Evanescence hits as the brand new Elite Champion and the WCF Owner exit the ring. On the stage, Lilith stops once more to thank Sarah for the honor and plants a VERY passionate kiss on her lips right on the stage which lingers for ... a bit.

Erin Robbins: Aww, that is so special. The two of them like that.

Zach Davis: ... *GULP* ...

Dez Angel/Jayden Thunder vs Original Gangster/Zack Wild

"Original Gangster" by Ice-T hits the speakers and draws a mixed reaction from the fans as the Original Gangster appears at the entrance.

Zach Davis: There he is. This man is old school. He's a real O.G. He's the Original Gangster!

Erin Robbins: No kidding. This is the first time I've seen a man wrestle in a zoot suit since the days of Flash Funk.

The O.G. carries a Tommy gun and an AK-47 and shoots both off in the air as he's walking down the aisle.

Erin Robbins: I'm pretty sure that Rhode Island state law prohibits the firing of Tommy guns and AK's inside an arena filled with people.

Zach Davis: Fortunately those are blanks that he's firing, Erin. At least I hope so! Oh shit I just got shot in the arm--

Erin: AAH!!

Zach Davis: Haha. Just kidding. That's not blood, it's a ketchup packet from lunch.

Five Finger Death Punch's "The Way of the Fist" blares over the speakers and the arena goes pitch black. Red and black strobelights fill the arena while Zack Wild comes riding down the ramp on his Harley bike.

Zach Davis: This Zack Wild is a real hardcore metal tough guy, Erin. He's the kind of guy you can find slamming shots at a bar, having a good time... until you cross him the wrong way.

Erin Robbins: You read that directly from his bio, didn't you?

Zach Davis: Yes ma'am, I sure did.

Fog and mist accompany Dez Angel’s silent walk to the ring, no music, no flicker of eye movement away from his destination, and the fans might as well be invisible. Cold blue eyes just watch the ring, hypnotized by it until he reaches the edge and pulls himself up onto the apron, then steps over the top rope to get inside.

Zach Davis: Here's Dez Angel--

Erin Robbins: Definitely a drug addict.

Zach Davis: That's not fair, Erin, the young man has yet to fail a drug test--

Erin Robbins: Bull. He's a drug addict and he's using my tax dollars to support his habit. Those damn Democrats--

The house lights dim and the crowd grows silent, but the silence is interrupted as a lightning bolt streams from the rafters and impacts into the titantron. A single spotlight shines on the stage and smoke begins to pour down from the titantron. This follows up with "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blasting throughout the PA system.

"Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart

You've been - thunderstruck"

Jayden Thunder walks out onto the stage with his right arm and fist balled pointing towards the ring to a mixed reaction from the WCF Galaxy. The lights in the arena return to normal. After a few moments on the stage Jayden cups his hands around his mouth and yells THUNDER! before making his way down the ramp grinning to the fans in attendance.

Kyle Steel: And weighing in at 218 pounds, from The City Of Angels, California, he is the LLLLLiiiightning Strrrriiikkerrrr, Jayyyyden Thunnnderrr!

When he reaches the squared circle, he hops up the steel stairs that lead into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle from the outside. Once again, Jayden raises his right arm in the air like before on the stage. As his lyrics fade off the P.A. System Jayden hops into the ring and throws some kicks and punches in the air and stretches using the ropes getting ready for the action about to take place.

Zach Davis: This Jayden Thunder has been turning a lot of heads in WCF and wouldn't you know it, he's the only one of the four participants in this match to receive an introduction from Kyle Steel!

Erin Robbins: Well, Kyle insists on being paid by the word nowadays, Obamanomics being what it is, so we only employ his services for the upper echelon talent.

Zach Davis: Thunder has certainly earned it. "The Lightning Striker" as he's known has already established himself as a legitimate threat to several of WCF's reigning title holders. Jayden had a strong showing in the recent Internet/People's Title contendership battle royal on Wednesday Night, and we saw Thunder and Angel challenge The Thickness for their Tag Titles at ONE. They fell just short of capturing victory in that match.

Erin Robbins: Yes, they definitely gave it a good effort. One of the tougher challenges The Thickness has faced.

Zach Davis: Who knows? We could see Thunder and Angel get another shot at those belts in the near future if they defeat O.G. and Wild. Conversely, O.G. and Wild have a great opportunity to stake their claim to tag title contendership with a win tonight.

Erin Robbins: True enough stuff, Zach. Now that Angel and Thunder have made some noise in the tag division they have a bull's-eye on their back.

Zip Wingdinger is set to officiate the action. He calls for the bell--

DING-DING-DING!!!

Angel and Wild advance to center ring for the lock-up. Angel gains the advantage with a knee to the midsection but Wild answers with hard forearm strikes to the noggin, staggering Angel.

Zach Davis: Zack Wild comes to fight. ALWAYS. Never backs down. No way, no how.

Wild sends Angel into the ropes and punishes him with a hard clothesline. Angel is in a world of hurt when Wild collects him from the mat and levels him with an old school DDT. No frills, just early nineties style brawling tactics and good ones at that. Angel recovers with a poke to the eye and some quick punches to the ribs that stun Wild. Wild doesn't like it but Angel continues to unload with punches, causing Wild to stagger back into the turnbuckles. Unfortunately for Wild it's the same corner where Thunder is standing. Angel turns around and points to his dick, taunting O.G. and causing him to run into the ring. While the ref restrains O.G. from interfering, Angel and Thunder double team Wild.

Zach Davis: Smart double teaming tactics here from Angel and Thunder, showing their natural cohesion as a team. They've really gotten on well for such a fledgling duo.

Erin Robbins: Sometimes it comes quickly, Zach. When you put two men like Angel and Thunder in the ring together they showcase that chemistry that it takes some teams years to hone. It's truly a remarkable feat.

Zach Davis: Oh no!-- Dez Angel just said that O.G.'s mother smells like a horse.

Erin Robbins: Actually I think he called her a whore, Zach.

Zach Davis: Either way, O.G. is still trying to get at Angel but the referee is threatening to disqualify him if he doesn't return to his corner.

Erin Robbins: O.G. is a veteran. He has to be smarter than to let these childish antics from Angel get under his skin.

Zach Davis: Sometimes those mama jokes hurt, Erin. I should know. Junior high was not an easy time in the life of Zach Davis.

Erin Robbins: I understand that, Zach, but Dez Angel is just a bootleg NvL. You really think it makes sense for O.G. to let a guy like that get under his skin?

Zach Davis: Fair point, Erin, but still--

Erin Robbins: I know, Zach, your mama worked three jobs to support you and your siblings and she didn't deserve to be mocked by your classmates.

Zach Davis: You're damn right she didn't, Erin.

Angel and Thunder are laying into Zack Wild with punches, kicks and chokes galore. Jayden Thunder even flies off the top rope with a double ax handle smash to the back of Zack Wild. Finally, O.G. returns to his corner and the referee turns his attention back toward the action. Angel officially tags Thunder into the match for the first time. Thunder unloads with a flurry of fast, impactful kicks to Wild's legs and body. Wild does everything he can to keep on his feet. He tries to block some of the kicks, but his defense is not up to par compared to Thunder's offense. Finally, Thunder ceases his kicking onslaught and whips Wild into the ropes. Wild rebounds and walks right into a reverse STO from Thunder. Thunder kips to his feet and showboats for the fans, drawing a mixed reaction.

Zach Davis: Thunder's got pizzazz.

Erin Robbins: Pizzazz? Is that an ethnic phrase, Zach?

Zach Davis: Yar, uh, Dutch I believe. It means "He who holds a thousand lions in his beard."

With both men back to their feet, Thunder lets out a battle yell before planting Wild with a Northern Lights suplex into a bridging pin.

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...

TWO...

NO!!! KICK OUT!!!

Zach Davis: That was a beautiful technique from Thunder, but Wild is too fresh to be pinned just yet.

Erin Robbins: Like you said, Wild is from that tough biker club breed. We might not be able to relate to that culture -- after all, we're clean cut Anglo Saxons from upper middle class families -- but you can't count out these seedy biker types. They've got guts. More guts than brains and more brains than class, but they're tough.

Wild starts to fight back, reversing an Irish whip attempt by Thunder and leveling "The Lightning Striker" with a powerful spear. Both men are left gasping for air on the ring canvas as Zip Wingdinger counts them out.

Zach Davis: Great counter by Wild but he's gotta make the tag to his partner. The O.G. is the fresh man and he's been anxious to get into this match ever since Dez Angel started running his mouth about O.G.'s moms.

Erin Robbins: Moms? O.G. has two mothers, Zach?

Zach Davis: Well, uh, that's not what I meant but now that you mention it... I don't know?

Erin Robbins: O.G. has two mothers. It's all so clear to me now. He adopted the persona of a Pacino-esque gangland figure to compensate for the lack of a father figure in his life while he was growing up.

The crowd is evenly divided in its allegiances, half cheering for Thunder and half cheering for Wild. Finally, Wild ninja flips toward his corner and tags O.G. into the match. O.G. runs into the ring with a head of steam and starts throwing flying knees galore, dropping Thunder to the mat and then dropping Dez Angel when he tries to interfere.

Zach Davis: O.G. loves those high knees and he's a master of the technique. He's studied under the greatest Muay Thai champions in all of Thailand.

Erin Robbins: Muay Thai is good and well, Zach, but O.G. just lifted Dez Angel clear off the mat and sent him straight to Hell with a chokeslam! I never expected to see that from the Original Gangster!

Zach Davis: The O.G. is a bad mamma jamma, Erin. You cut into his path and he will take you out, QUICK.

O.G. knocks Dez Angel over the top rope with a Bionic Elbow and follows him to the outside, lifting Angel off the floor and dropping him throat first across the ringside barrier. Thunder springboards off the top rope rope and flies onto O.G. with a crazy looking plancha that leaves both men scattered on the arena floor with arms and legs akimbo. Zack Wild climbs out of the ring, having recovered enough to set his sights on Thunder and Angel. Wild smashes Angel with a powerbomb on the floor, effectively removing him from the match and then rolls Thunder into the ring. Wild also drags his partner O.G., the legal man for his team, into the ring and drapes his arm over Thunder.

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...

TWO...

THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!

Zach Davis: Carnage at ringside nearly produced a pinfall victory for the team of O.G. and Wild thanks to some quick thinking from Zack Wild, but Thunder still had enough left in the tank to kick out after that springboard plancha.

Erin Robbins: Meanwhile, Dez Angel remains injured outside of the ring. If Jayden Thunder is going to win this match, he may have to do it on his own.

Zach Davis: Jayden Thunder is a solitary man and he's lived a solitary life, Erin. If anyone is up to the task it's him, though he will be facing a tall order against O.G. and Wild.

O.G. and Wild make quick tags, utilizing their numbers advantage to the best of their ability. In and out they go, each man taking his turn waling on Thunder and double teaming until the referee's count of four. Shoulderbreakers, piledrivers, avalanche corner smashes, hot shots and back elbows to the jaw are used to wear Jayden Thunder down. Finally, O.G. and Wild are looking to finish things off. They hoist Thunder for a double team powerbomb, but Jayden slips out and lands on his feet behind both men. O.G. and Wild spin around and each man eats a super kick to the kisser for their efforts.

Zach Davis: Original Gangster, Zack Wild, you've been... THUNDERSTRUCK!

Thunder boots Wild in the gut and lays him out with a Rolling Cutter.

Zach Davis: Rolling Thunder! Wild is down!

Jayden tries for Rolling Thunder on the O.G., but the Original Gangster has it scouted and he tries to counter with a cheap shot to the head using one of his guns.

Erin Robbins: What the hell? O.G. brought his AK-47 into the ring!

O.G. clobbers Thunder in the head with the AK. Thunder stumbles backwards into the corner, inadvertently tagging Dez Angel, who has managed to return to the match albeit at less than full strength. Dez climbs through the ropes and is immediately cheapshotted by O.G. via an AK to the skull, and whipped into the far corner of the ring.

Zach Davis: O.G. just clobbered both of his opponents in the head with that AK and somehow Zip Wingdinger missed it.

Erin Robbins: I don't think he missed it, Zach, I think he's scared of being shot. You ever argued with an O.G. who's wielding an AK?

Zach Davis: I have not.

Erin Robbins: There's a reason for that, Zach.

A rejuvenated Zack Wild grabs hold of Angel and F5's him in the middle of the ring. He makes the cover while O.G. cuts Thunder off from making the save.

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

DING-DING-DING!!!

Zach Davis: Zack Wild and the Original Gangster score the upset after the gunplay from O.G. and the Wild Finish from Zack!

The O.G. and Wild celebrate while Five Finger Death Punch blares from the Public Announce system of the Dunkin Donuts Center. They flirt with some hot bitches at ringside while taunting the losing team.

Erin Robbins: O.G. and Wild get the win and they did it by dividing and conquering their opponents. They took out the weaker link of the opposing team and then they focused their dual efforts on Thunder. The strategy paid off. Meanwhile, Thunder has to ask himself if he really wants to continue teaming with a man who's obviously holding him back from pursuing singles glory?

Zach Davis: That is a decision that only he can make, Erin. Don't try to pressure the kid.

Erin Robbins: He would be a fool to stick with Angel, Zach. An outright fool!

The Thickness Segment

“I am a real American. Fight for the rights of every man. I am a real American. Fight for what's right... FIGHT FOR YOUR LIFE!“

Zach Davis: It's Al “Four Touchdowns in One Game” Bundy! Ed O'Neill is in the Dunkin Donuts Center!

Al Bundy comes marching out of the back all “Bundied” up and ready to go ala Hulk Hogan at WrestleMania 3 as he steps into the shade of immortality.

Crowd: BUN-DY! BUN-DY! BUN-DY!

Al Bundy gets into the ring as the fans go crazy for the pathetic yet epic family man. Al climbs into the ring and does the classic Hogan poses as well as the Heisman pose before going over to the turnbuckle and pointing to the sky.

Zach Davis: What's this? He's pointing to the heavens?! He's pointing up-- wait a minute!? That's a hundred feet in the air!? Is that who we think it is?

Erin Robbins: No, no, it's impossible!

“Ready or not... here we come. You can't hide. Gonna find you and take it slowly.”

"Ready or Not" by the Fugees hits the PA system as Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore stand at the top of the Dunkin Donuts Center, attached to zip lines. They taunt the crowd for a moment before leaping off the top of the building and zip lining down into the crowd.

Zach Davis: Can you believe it!? This is incredible!

Erin Robbins: This is outrageous! Security, stop these mad men before they get somebody killed!

The Thickness land somewhere in the middle of the sea of humanity and make their way into the ring. Bundy holds the ropes for them as they enter the ring and grab a mic.

Bobby Cairo: Hey yo.

The crowd EXPLODES.

Crowd: BOB-BY C! BOB-BY C! BOB-BY C!

Cairo gestures big things with his hands and soaks in the adulation as Odin stands behind him, at least a foot taller, glaring into the stands with a menacing air.

Bobby Cairo: Children, children, The Thickness is not scheduled to compete tonight--

Crowd: BOO! BOO! HISS! HISS! FUCK YOU, TWI-LIGHT! *CLAPCLAPCLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP* FUCK YOU, TWI-LIGHT! *CLAPCLAPCLAP-CLAP-CLAP-CLAP*

Erin Robbins: Ungrateful heathens!

Bobby Cairo: Ain't that something about a bitch named Twilight? The truth is that Sarah Twilight fears The Thickness and before Sarah Twilight there was a bitch named Eric Price who also feared The Thickness, and even if those two clowns hadn't been running the show there would have been some other cuntish prick in charge who feared The Thickness--

Crowd: A-T-M! A-T-M! A-T-M!

Odin Balfore: What my tag team partner is saying is that The Thickness don't follow your rules! Much like The Honey Badger, The Thickness just don't give a flying fuck!

The crowd ROARS its approval, causing the building to SHAKE down to its foundation.

Crowd: O-DIN! O-DIN! O-DIN!

Odin Balfore: These belts--

Odin hoists his share of the WCF Tag Team Championship high above his immortal crown.

Odin Balfore: These belts are what matters. Not Twilight's ego trip. We defend these belts damn near every week, and even before we won the belts we were knocking mofo's out left and right as if we were already the champs. So let's talk about this work that The Thickness has put in. Most recently we defeated The Slickness on Wednesday Night. Before that we defeated Jayden Thunder and Dez Angel at ONE. Before that we defeated the Dream Team of Steve Orbit and Jonny Fly on SLAM. Before that we defeated--

Odin chugs a ten gallon bottle of Poonglourious whiskey and demolishes the whole thing in a single gulp, tossing the empty bottle into Shannan Lerch's gaping and mysterious chasm located far beneath the Dunkin Donuts Center.

Odin Balfore: Yeah that was good. The shit triggered my memory. These teams are so boring and faceless, it's getting harder and harder for the timeless Asgardian All-Father to differentiate, but here's the laundry list: We defeated S-PAC, broke their spirit and disbanded them. We defeated the Angels of Death, or Hitler's Angels if you prefer.

Bobby Cairo: That's Night Rider and his wife Denise D'Evil-Rider.

Odin Balfore: Correct. We defeated Justice, the team of Matty Robinson and Seifer Black. Beat them twice, broke their spirit and forced them to quit teaming together just like we did to S-PAC. Of course we beat the Big Time Jerks or whatever bullshit name Adam Young was calling his last jobber team. We beat--

Bobby Cairo: We beat every fucking team that was placed in front of us and we did it decisively and without dispute.

Odin Balfore: This we did, my friend. So the question no longer begs "Who's next?" The question begs "Who's left?" The WCF tag team division has been so thoroughly and emphatically pounded into submission by The Thickness, that our challengers at ONE had to be selected through means of battle royal. That gimmick fell flat on its face, so now I'm just going to throw out an open challenge to the back. Any team, any individual, any fan in attendance who wants a shot at the WCF Tag Team Titles, just hop the barrier and climb into this ring right now. I don't... I don't know what else to do. We've run out of opponents.

Bobby Cairo: This is sad. I truly believed that The Thickness would give WCF something to shoot for, something to aspire to. I thought that our teaming together would set an example of what can be achieved when two individuals set aside their personal ambitions to achieve a common goal, in our case defeating the self-serving nature of capitalism to ensure the rise of pure and simple communism. Ya dig? I never believed for one moment, not in a million years, that The Thickness would send the tag team division into a standstill, that we would be so dominant as to strike fear into any team or potential team and basically shut down the division.

Odin Balfore: To be the man you gotta beat the man, right? That's what Flair always said. Well, I'm checking my invisible watch and the seconds are turning into minutes. It doesn't seem like anyone wants to be the man, so maybe we should just--

The lights dim as "Goldie" by A$AP Rocky hits the PA. Red strobelights shower the arena.

"I said it must be cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes"

Zach Davis: What the hell? That's Diablo Calzone's music! He can't possibly be responding to this challenge, can he? Bobby Cairo is his mentor!

Erin Robbins: Maybe the student has decided that it's time to school the master?

"Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off"

When the music picks up Diablo Calzone appears at the entranceway, drawing a mixed reaction from the crowd. Calzone pauses at the top of the ramp and sneers into the camera lens. Diablo flexes his muscles while a sparkly pyrotechnics display shoots off behind him. Cairo stares at his protege from inside of the ring, clearly caught offguard by this intrusion. Calzone calmly and confidently strides to the ring, mean-mugging both members of The Thickness while he does so.

Calzone wipes the soles of his boots off on the ring apron and then climbs in through the ropes, calling for a mic from the So Cal Val lookalike attendant at ringside. The music cuts from the PA and Diablo pulls the mic to his lips.

Diablo Calzone: Bobby, Odin, I don't mean any disrespect by coming out here. I respect the hell out of both of you guys.

D-LO C-LO nods his head while the crowd applauds his words. Cairo and Odin look on, emotionless and silent as D-LO continues to speak his piece.

Diablo Calzone: So I'm sitting in the back, watching the monitor, hoping that somebody issues a call-out tonight because once again I'm not booked. And you know what? I heard Odin make the challenge to anyone in the building who wants a tag title shot. Now, at first I didn't move a muscle. I just sat there with my eyes glued to the monitor. But you know what? No one else moved a muscle either. No one moved a damn finger, a tippy toe or a nostril hair. It was just like you said, Bobby: The entire roster was too petrified to do a damn thing, frozen in fear, not dare stepping up to the plate against The Thickness. Well you know what? You taught me better than that. You taught me to always seize the opportunity that presents itself. So guess what? I'm out here to answer your call-out, Mr. Balfore.

The crowd reacts LOUDLY with an equal mix of cheers and boos.

Zach Davis: This was unexpected for sure. Cairo personally trained Calzone and brought him to WCF. He's even been accompanying Calzone to the ring for his matches and serving as his manager.

Erin Robbins: Every baby bird has to break away from the nest at some point, Zach. Calzone is seizing the opportunity, just like Cairo taught him.

Cairo and Odin remain silent and emotionless. Calzone gives them a moment to retort. Upon realizing that they aren't going to, he continues speaking.

Diablo Calzone: Truth be told I don't know if anyone else in the back is going to respond to this challenge. Last time I seen ZMAC he was hopped up on Everclear and hydrochloric acid, balls deep in that chick from Mike and Molly. I also don't care if anyone else accepts. I'm ready to be a champion here in WCF and I'm willing to face the most dominant team in the world by myself if that's what it takes to accomplish my goal.

Zach Davis: Like it or not, Diablo Calzone is laying it all on the line tonight, folks. I wonder how Bobby and Odin are going to take it? It's hard to read them at the moment. Neither man is tipping his hand.

Erin Robbins: What can they say, Zach? They issued the challenge and Calzone accepted. If they don't like it, then that's tough. It'll teach them a lesson not to open their fat yaps and issue open challenges.

Zach Davis: Well, there's still the issue of whether or not Calzone has a partner. The young man has looked good so far both in singles competition and in tag matches with ZMAC and Adam Young, but right now he's in the ring by himself with two of the deadliest men in WCF history.

Cairo studies Calzone while pacing back and forth in his corner of the ring. Cairo glances at Odin, who nods at Cairo. Cairo turns his attention back to Calzone and finally lifts the mic to his mouth.

Bobby Cairo: You want a title shot, D-LO? That's great. I'm proud of you. You walked out here like a man and answered our challenge when no one else would.

Calzone nods his head emphatically while staring directly into Cairo's eyes.

Bobby Cairo: The problem, my child, is that your fortitude and a buck will still only buy you a cup of coffee, because you will never EVER take these belts from The Thickness!

As the final word rolls from Cairo's tongue, Odin Balfore's boot crushes Diablo Calzone's skull.

Zach Davis: What the hell? Odin just attacked Calzone!

In an instant D-LO is placed in the pumphandle slam position by Odin. Odin lifts Calzone and Cairo charges in with the Fameasser just as Odin brings Calzone down with the slam. Calzone is laid out cold on the mat, the Ninja Turtle shell on his back offering him nary the protection required to negate such an onslaught.

Zach Davis: This is deplorable! This kid showed the guts and fortitude to accept a challenge by himself against The Thickness and they attack him before the match even begins!

Erin Robbins: That's what he gets for trusting Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore, Zach. These two men, if you can call them that, are scoundrels, snakes in the grass. They're loyal to no one.

The crowd is mostly stunned, though a slight "A-T-M!" chant breaks out amongst the Thickness diehards.

Bobby Cairo: My children, this is what Godfather Cairo must do when one of his children betrays him. What do I ask for? I ask for your faith, your loyalty and your mortal soul. Nothing more. If you cannot grant me these simple things in exchange for my loving warmth then you are not truly my child. Diablo, look at me--

Cairo stomps Calzone's already bashed in noggin without relent until Odin finally settles him.

Odin Balfore: He's dead, man. He's dead. It's OK.

Cairo seethes, breathing in and out with heaving gulps, his eyes bulging from their sockets.

Bobby Cairo: This is what you're about, WCF? This is what you offer as competition to The Godfather and The All-Father? My very own student? A man so low on the totem pole that he teams with Zombie McMorris and Adam Young? This is pathetic. WCF, you're a fucking joke!

The crowd begins to pelt the ring with trash as Cairo stomps some more at Diablo Calzone and then pulls out a can of spray paint. Cairo flips Calzone onto his belly, pulls down the turtle shell and the shoulder straps of his wrestling singlet and draws a giant wang on his back.

Zach Davis: Goodness gracious, Bobby Cairo is spray painting the thickness on Diablo Calzone's back. This must be humiliating for the young man. Talk about adding insult to injury.

Erin Robbins: At least it's just an illustration of the thickness and not the real thing, Zach. That would be adding injury to injury, and I should know.

Right on cue, Cairo begins to pull down his wrestling trunks but Odin restrains him and attempts to reason with him.

Odin Balfore: My man, save it for later. We will smash the poon once we get back to the Holiday Inn.

“Killed By Death!” by Motorhead hits the PA system!

Erin Robbins: Now who in the hell is this--

Zach Davis: It's ZMAC! ZMAC is coming through the crowd!

ZMAC is body surfed by the crowd and dumped over the guard rail. He slides into the ring with the Internet Title secured around his waist. He snatches the mic from Balfore and sounds off.

ZMAC: Motha Fuckin Honey Badger up in this shit! Now what the fuck does ZMAC see up in this bitch? Two faggots cryin all butt hurt about competition. Fuck you both. I hold this shit on lock right fuckin here!

The crowd pops.

Crowd: Z-MAC! Z-MAC! Z-MAC!

ZMAC: The Honey Badger's on SLAM! And all he sees is two unfortunate casualties--

ZMAC walks over to D-LO and stands him up.

ZMAC: D-LO C-LO... you alright? You guys wanted a challenge. You got that shit right here! Ring the fuckin bell!

DING-DING-DING!!!

WHAM!

Zach Davis: World Tour '69!

Erin Robbins: The match has barely started!

ZMAC slides out of the ring and does a Jesus Christ pose while looking emotionless at The Thickness.

Erin Robbins: ZMAC just betrayed D-LO C-LO!

Zach Davis: NO! He's just putting another young buck in line. The Vapor Kings are the only ones who can challenge The Thickness.

Erin Robbins: Well he just sold D-LO down the river.

Zach Davis: ZMAC doesn't give a shit. He's just in it for the bitches and coke.

ZMAC and Al Bundy abandon the ringside area and head to Providence's most lowdown and grimy strip club together, regaling one another with tales of high school football and the plowing of fat chicks. Meanwhile, D-LO C-LO is tended to by medics and helped from the ring while staring into the void with that post-concussive haze in his eyes.

Zach Davis: It looks like that's the end of the open challenge by The Thickness.

“Murder Train” hits the PA system!

Erin Robbins: It's Hardcore McEmo-- the reigning kings of jobber tag teams! They're making their way to the ring!

The team of Hardcore McMurderkill and Cryboy McEmo slide into the ring and immediately eat boots from The Thickness. Cairo whips McEmo into the corner and charges in with a leaping butt smash. Meanwhile, Odin sends McMurderkill into the ropes and lays him to waste with a HUGE big boot. McMurderkill's head collides with the mat, nearly knocking him unconscious. Referee Charles Portmanteau tries to restore order, instructing The Thickness to send one of their team members to the corner. Cairo opts to let Odin do his thing. Cryboy, of course, drops through the ropes and falls at the feet of some of his emo fangirls at ringside, most of whom look strikingly similar to former WCF superstar raYne.

Zach Davis: Odin and Hardcore will start off. Odin pulls Hardcore to his feet and punishes him with those clubbing forearms.

Erin Robbins: Odin is a miserable soul and I condemn him to Hades, but he's not a man to trifle with inside of that squared circle. He knows how to hurt and he's showing it right now. Hardcore McMurderkill needs to escape from Balfore's clutches and find a way to take the big man off his feet.

Zach Davis: Easier said than done.

Hardcore tries to fight back with a low blow but it's no-sold by Balfore.

Zach Davis: Dick shot no-sell by Odin's thickness. Mofo must have titanium testicles.

Erin Robbins: They're more powerful than titanium, Zach. Err-- at least that's what I hear.

Odin snaps Hardcore's head backwards with a devastating European uppercut and then whips him into the ropes. Odin destroys McMurderkill with a vicious running clothesline and then poses for the ladies in attendance.

Zach Davis: Look at that thickness puttin in work. Balfore is an impressive physical specimen, that's for sure.

Erin Robbins: He's a freak, Zach, in the ring and in the sack. He should be arrested on charges of indecency just based on the fact that he's Odin Balfore.

Odin stalks McMurderkill and stomps on his head, neck, arms and back before straightening out the jobber's body and dropping a stiff knee across his throat. Hardcore writhes about in pain on the mat and Odin takes to walking on McMurderkill's body, pressing down on Hardcore with the brunt of his three-hundred pound frame. Cairo barks insults at McMurderkill from ringside, disrespecting the man's family and his genitalia. Finally, Odin lets McMurderkill to his feet and throttles him with a running kneelift. Before Hardcore can hit the mat again, Odin grabs him around with throat with both hands and lifts him high above the mat.

Hardcore desperately grabs for his kendo stick on the way up and begins whacking Odin in the head with it. Odin smiles wickedly at McMurderkill before crushing his mind, body and skull with a choke breaker of ungodly force and origin.

Zach Davis: Odin murders McMurderkill with Ragnarok and that will bring closure to yet another Thickness title defense unless Odin simply wants to inflict further punishment.

Erin Robbins: He's grinding his boot in Hardcore's sternum, so it appears that's exactly what Odin intends to do.

Zach Davis: That's not his sternum, Erin.

Erin Robbins: Ouch.

Cryboy stands on the ring apron, too frightened to attempt a tag into the match. Still, Odin whips Hardcore into Cryboy's corner and beckons for the hardcore brawler to tag his sissy emo partner into the match. With Hardcore unconscious and Cryboy refusing to tag, Odin physically intervenes, slapping Cryboy across the face with Hardcore's hand. Incensed and EMOtionally charged, Cryboy climbs through the ropes and charges at Odin. Odin holds Cryboy at bay with one hand and tags Bobby into the match with his other hand. Cairo quickly goes to work, cracking Cryboy in the jaw with a stiff super kick and then drop toe holding him to the mat before locking him in the Cairo Clutch, his variation of the Camel Clutch.

Zach Davis: Looks like Cairo is going to humble Cryboy.

Erin Robbins: Too late for that. By the looks of it, Cryboy has been humbled... many, many times.

Cairo's submission grappling prowess elicits high pitched shrieks from McEmo and Cryboy wastes no time in tapping out, however Cairo threatens the referee and instructs him not to call for the bell.

Zach Davis: This is sick. Cairo has this helpless ladyboy defeated and disgraced in the middle of the ring and he's just going to break the kid's neck, back and ass, make him humble, smash the ass-poon. I'm really starting to lose my taste for this thickness. I used to love The Thickness, but they're starting to rub me as lawless cretins.

Erin Robbins: Welcome to the club, Zach. I have never, EVER cared for The Thickness, except for that time in NYC with Bobby at the Plaza Hotel, but that was a drunken indiscretion.

TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP!!!

Cryboy can't tap out fast enough but Cairo and the ref both refuse to acknowledge it. Finally, Cairo releases his Clutch and sends the broken and battered Cryboy into the ropes. Cryboy eats a boot to the midsection and gets planted into the mat with a lightning quick rolling cutter.

Zach Davis: There's the Security Breach by Cairo. Is he going to pin, or--?

Cairo pins McEmo.

Charles Portmanteau: ONE...

TWO...

THREE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!

Zach Davis: Cairo just pulled up Cryboy's shoulder!

Erin Robbins: That dastardly son of a bitch!

Meanwhile, Hardcore tried to intervene on behalf of his partner but he was swiftly decapitated by a running big boot from Odin. With both members of The Thickness now in the ring, Cryboy's head is placed between Odin's legs. Odin lifts Cryboy for the Mark of Odin and sends him hurtling toward the mat, while Cairo leaps into the air and catches Cryboy with the cutter, timing his jump perfectly. Cryboy is murdered on the canvas while Cairo makes the cover.

Zach Davis: That move is called Down With The Thickness and Cryboy McEmo is most certainly down for the count!

Charles Portmanteau: ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

DING-DING-DING!!!

Kyle Steel: YOUR WINNERS AND STIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL...

Cairo and Odin flex and pose with their belts as "Ready or Not" blasts through the PA system. Both men grab mics and signal for the production team to cut their music.

Bobby Cairo: So there you have it. The Thickness issues an open challenge and subsequently lays waste to the only members of the WCF roster dumb enough and desperate enough to waltz out here and accept. These two jobbers thought they were gonna get a nice payday and a pair of shiny gold belts. Instead they got their careers ended. Add Hardcore McEmo to the list along with S-PAC and Justice, teams that The Thickness retired.

Odin Balfore: There are no more challengers to these belts. The Thickness is unbeatable, the most dominant team in WCF history. We've implored anyone who wants to be champion to come down here and face us like men not the cowards that they are, and not a single credible threat has emerged. What's the point of carrying on with this dog and pony show? Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore are wasting their time in WCF. WCF is not worthy of The Thickness. The WCF tag team division DAMN SURE is not worthy of The Thickness. These belts...

Odin and Cairo hold their belts high above their heads and abruptly throw them to the mat, discarding them like a pair of used up whores.

Odin Balfore: These belts are not worthy of The Thickness.

Zach Davis: What the hell? Odin and Cairo just tossed aside the belts!

Erin Robbins: This is the biggest slap in the face that I've ever seen! After all that Sarah Twilight has done for these ingrates, they disrespect her tag team championships in this manner? Heresy!

Bobby Cairo: The Thickness is done with WCF. We're done being the WCF Tag Team Champions. We vacate the championship. Sarah Twilight wants jobbers to contend for the belts? Well, Sarah, you get your wish. The Thickness is moving on to greener pastures and all that's left now in WCF is jobber teams. Have fun, ya cunt. Bitch don't know how to book a wrestling company to save her miserable life--

Cairo's microphone is finally cut off, ending his diatribe as he and Odin vacate the ring, leaving the medical staff to tend to Cryboy McEmo and Hardcore McMurderkill. The now vacant WCF Tag Team Championships lie on the mat in a pool of blood and sweat as the camera zooms in for a close-up.

Zach Davis: I don't know what to say. The Thickness have vacated their belts and WCF no longer has tag team champions. Is this the last that we've seen of Cairo and Balfore in WCF?

Erin Robbins: It should be, Zach! They should be barred from ever returning to WCF and sued for breach of contract!

Jayson Price Gauntlet Challenge

Kyle Steel: The following is the Jayson Price Gauntlet Challenge!

All of the lights in the arena drop as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the arena speakers. When the guitar kicks in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive amount of heat. "Fuck You Price" chants start up as Price goads them on by smiling and waving.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...JAYSON PRICE!

Zach Davis: So do we even have any idea who is going to be facing off against Price in this gauntlet challenge?

Erin Robbins: We know about as much as the fans do Zach.

As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.

Kyle Steel: And introducing the first challenger...

"Bad Touch" by The Bloodhound Gang hits the speakers as "The Porn Star" Johnny Deep comes out onto the stage doing little dances. He walks down the ramp, stopping to sexual harass to random female fans, before walking up the metal steps and suggestively rubbing up against the ropes before entering the ring.

Erin Robbins: I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit.

Zach Davis: Heh, somewhere I bet Shannan Lerch is wetting whatever she's sitting on.

The referee calls for the bell as Johnny Deep comes out of his corner and does a little dance in the center of the ring. Price smiles and hops down from the top turnbuckle, doing a little dance of his own as he heads out to meet Deep. Price encourages Deep to keep it going as he waves for the fans to cheer him on. Deep turns away from Price to give the fans what they want as Price digs into his shorts and slips on a pair of brass knuckles. Deep turns back to show off to the other fans and Price connects with the side of his head. The crowd immediately begins to boo as Price smirks and does a little pelvic thrust in their direction.

Zach Davis: Oh come on, what the hell was that?

Erin Robbins: Jayson Price showing us just how much of an ass he is.

Zach Davis: Rhetorical question Erin.

The referee checks on the downed Deep but is forced to move away as Price grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. With his free hand, Price pie faces Deep, screaming at him that he's worthless, before dropping with The Downfall. The heat from the crowd is turned up as Price casually pins Deep with his elbow.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

No! Price raises his elbow off of Deep and smirks at the referee as he questions Price. Price now putting his elbow back down on Deep.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

No! Price again es his elbow off of Deep as the referee yells at Price to be serious about the match. Price puts his elbow back down on Deep but the referee doesn't immediately go for the count. Price screams at him to do his job.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

The crowd continues to boo as Price gets to his feet and backs the referee into the corner. The referee tries to point to the WCF logo on his striped shirt and plead his case but Price drops him with a right hand. Price now rolling the referee to the floor with his foot as ringside officials pull Deep out of the ring. "Fuck You Price" chants break out as Price waves on the crowd, begging them to get louder.

Zach Davis: I can't remember the last time I saw someone want to be booed this badly.

Price circles the ring, continuing to wave his arms to antagonize the crowd, as another referee runs out from the back and slides into the ring.

Erin Robbins: Are we really going to have to sit through more of this?

Zach Davis: Well that is how a Gauntlet Match generally works.

Erin Robbins: Crap.

"Home" by Three Days Grace hits the speakers as the crowd goes wild.

Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Erin Robbins: This can't be real!

Blue and white lights begin circling the arena. When the lyrics begin, 24 seconds into the song, blue lights hit the stage.

Zach Davis: COULD IT REALLY BE THEM?! ARE THE MAN MADE GODS BACK?!

The crowd holds their breath with anticipation when suddenly...

Erin Robbins: OH COME ON! WHAT KIND OF B.S. IS THIS?!

...a midget Creeping Death and Torture walk out from the backstage area. Mini Torture walks in front of Mini Creeping Death, who is headbanging and throwing up devil horns along the way. The two minis reach the ring, little Torture uses the stairs to go to the apron and get in, while Mini CD opts to slide in under the bottom rope. Little Torture has to get on hands and knees so Mini CD can use him to climb up to the top rope and perch himself on the turnbuckle. Mini Torture then stands in front of him as the Man Made Mini Gods stare down Price.

Zach Davis: This isn't going to end well.

The referee calls for the bell and Mini CD leaps off the turnbuckle over Mini Torture, charging straight at Price. Price immediately cuts him off with a boot to the face. Mini Torture apparently didn't get the message as he charges at Price and eats a boot as well. The booing continues as Price picks Mini Torture up and parades around the ring with him above his head. Mini CD gets up to his feet and Price throws Mini Torture at him. Mini CD ducks Mini Torture's flying body but catches a kick to the gut. Price pulls him in and then lifts him up before powerbombing him back down.

Erin Robbins: Can we cut to commercial or something? This is just too sad to watch.

Mini Torture starts to stir on the ground but Price knocks him out of the ring with a baseball slide. With Mini CD still down, Price rolls out of the ring and begins to search under the ring. Finally he comes back out from under the ring with a machete in hand.

Zach Davis: Yep, definitely not going to end well.

Price slides back into the ring and stalks Mini CD as he tries to get up. Finally he does and he turns around as Price charges him. Mini CD throws his hands up and begs for him to stop but Price swings the machete and lops off his index and middle finger. The fingers go flying through the air and onto the mat as Mini CD drops to the mat and screams in agony. Mini Torture is up outside of the ring and takes off, apparently not wanting anything to do with that machete. Price tosses it to the side and kicks Mini CD in the face before going for the pin. The referee looks nauseous as he counts.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Price gets up and wipes some of the blood of his chest as the referee calls for help to get Mini CD out of the ring.

Erin Robbins: For the love of god, will somebody end this before he kills someone again?

Price stares down the stage as time passes by with no one coming out. Angered, Price demands a microphone.

Jayson Price: The fuck is this? Somebody get their god damn ass out here right now and face me in this...

"Bound 2" by Kanye West hits as Yeezus Orlando Lamar Oliver rides out onto the stage on a motorcycle with his girlfriend Trim Kartrashian straddling the fuel tank and facing him. They ride down the ramp toward the ring and circle it several times in slow motion as they make awkward love faces at each other while Jayson tries to figure out what the hell is happening. Yeezus finally parks the bike and enters the ring as Trim stays at ringside.

Jayson Price: Who the...

Yeezus holds up a hand to stop Price and pulls a microphone out of the front of his leather skirt.

Yeezus: Yo Jay, I really respect you and Ima face you tonight, but The Thickness had one of the best Gauntlet Matches of all time. OF ALL TIME!

The crowd boos the nonsense of Yeezus as he tosses the microphone out of the ring and waits for the match to start. Jayson ponders the words of Yeezus for a moment and then strikes him in the face with his microphone. Down goes Yeezus and Price throws himself on top of him, trying to jam the microphone down his throat. The microphone picks up on Price's trash talk.

Jayson Price: YOU'RE NOT A GENIUS! YOU'RE A SKIRT WEARING BITCH WHO CAN'T SING WITHOUT AUTOTUNE!

Yeezus tries to plead with Price but only succeeds in helping Price jam the microphone down his throat. However, having a long object shoved down his throat barely effects Yeezus as he still yells out muffled words at Price. Price responds by locking Yeezus in his old Nightmare On South Street submission as the referee checks on him. Yeezus taps out but Price refuses to release the hold. Seeing her man in trouble, Trim slides into the ring and tries to grab Price to get him off.

Erin Robbins: What the hell is she thinking trying to get him off?

Zach Davis: It's what she does best?

Erin Robbins: ...

Price finally releases the hold and gets up to his feet. The referee checks on Yeezus as Price backs Trim into the corner. She tries to plead with him to let her go before whipping out her breasts. It's very effective. Yeezus crawls toward Price, yelling for him to get away from his woman, only to have Price turn around and pull him up to his feet. Price throws Yeezus out of the ring and then drops the still exposed Trim with The Downfall before turning it into a dragon sleeper. Trim screams out in pain as the camera zooms in on her face, and then her chest.

Erin Robbins: Come on! Somebody stop this!

Zach Davis: Fat chance! We're probably getting our highest ratings ever!

The referee steps in and tries to get Price to release the hold but he's refusing to let go. More officials pour out from the back and storm the ring. They all grab hold of Price and finally get him to release the hold as they help Trim out of the ring. The referee is trying to tell Price that the Gauntlet is over when both look up in the air.

Zach Davis: Is that...could it be...?

Erin Robbins: I thought he was dead?!

Zach Davis: We all did!

Steven Seagull is flying circles above the ring and the crowd, to the delight of all his fans. Price genuinely smiles for the first time all night and calls his name. Steven circles one last time before dropping down to the ring and perching on the rope. Price holds his arm out and calls for Steven to come over as the crowd screams for him not to. Steven flutters over to Price and perches on the end of his hand as Price continues to smile.

Erin Robbins: Well would you look at that, Jayson has a heart after a..

Suddenly without warning Price grabs hold of Steven with his free hand. Steven tries to fly away but Price holds on to him tight with both hands.

Zach Davis: NO!

Price spins Steven upside down and drives him headfirst to the mat with a piledriver. Price rolls away from Steven, leaving him to twitch on the mat as the crowd screams in anger. Women, children and even some grown men are crying as Price places his boot over the top of Steven and pins him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"Nightmare" hits the speakers as Price takes a step back from Steven and smirks at his handywork. Steven continues to twitch on the mat. The referee steps forward to check on him when Price suddenly shoves him aside. the music cuts as Price grabs Steven from the mat and hits him with another piledriver. Steven goes limp on the mat as Price rolls out of the ring to a chorus of boos and "Fuck You Price" chants. "Nightmare" hits the speakers again but you can barely hear it over the crowd.

Zach Davis: I think I'm going to be sick.

Steven isn't moving on the mat as Price walks backward up the ramp, still smirking at the sight in the ring. Ringside officials get in the ring to check on him as we go to commerical.

Chelsea Black Armstrong/Stacy Robinson Segment

We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to former Television Champion, Chelsea Black Armstrong who is busy getting ready for her huge Main Event match that sees her teaming up with Steve Orbit and Hardcore Champion, Logan to take on the team of World Champion, Jonny Fly, Waylon Cash and Oblivion. As she finishes lacing up her boots a knock at her door is heard.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: Who is it?

Standing up she stretches before grabbing the black jacket that had been draped over the arm of the couch as she turns toward the door.

Stacy Robinson: Chels, it’s me, can I come in so we can talk?

Looking at the door Chelsea hesitates before crossing the room and slowly opening the door, soon she stands face to face with Stacy as she moves back from the door and walks back to the couch.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: Close the door behind you…

Stacy closes the door behind her as she looks on at the woman she hopes she can still consider a sister with a solemn look on her face.

Stacy Robinson: I tried calling you over the holidays…pretty much every day…at first I thought you didn’t answer because you were enjoying the holidays with Seifer and Shelley but…

Stacy sighs a little and crosses her arms.

Stacy Robinson: Chels, what’s happened between us?

Shaking her head a little, Chelsea looks at the ground before exhaling a deep breath. Sitting down on the couch she places her hands on her knees as she looks back up at Stacy.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: A lot, I don't know, I thought it was just the stuff that happened with Matt but...I don't know Stace. I never returned the calls mainly because I didn't know what I'd say, the way I've been feeling I don't think you would have wanted to hear from me anyway.

Stacy sits down beside Chelsea and places her hand on top of Chelsea’s.

Stacy Robinson: Chels…I’ve always said I’ll be here for you whenever something is wrong…you’re my sister…the sister I never had…the godmother to my children…the woman I named my daughter after. If you had answered my call, I would have sat there for as long as possible listening to every single word you had to say…and you know that.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: It's just hard Stace; nothing is going as I planned. First I can't even join this place without getting targeted my first night, that went to hell when Shelley was kidnapped...I finally got her back only to have my brother get mad at me when I tried to help a friend, and now I've even lost my Television Championship. I haven't talked to anyone because the more I talk about it the more mad I'm going to get.

Stacy Robinson: I know it’s hard Chels, things like that happen in this industry unfortunately, I should know. But you are one of the strongest women I have ever known and I know you can get through this…and if you let me help you…it’ll make it easier for you.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: How could you possibly make it easier for me Stace?

Standing up she moves Stacy's hand from her own as she starts pacing the room.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: Please, tell me how? I can't just forget everything that has happened, I can't even look at Matt anymore…do you understand how hard that is? Then do know how fast someone I was that close to can turn their back on me? That doesn't just leave overnight Stacy.

Stacy gets to her feet and takes hold of Chelsea’s arm, stopping her from pacing and looks at her.

Stacy Robinson: Matt will come round eventually…what he did wasn’t fair on you I know. As for me helping make things easier for you, I don’t know the answer to that yet but we can work through this…just like we always do whenever either of us are dealing with whatever problem we’re facing.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: I don't know Stace...it just feels different this time.

Stacy Robinson: Well I don’t know what else I can say…what do you want me to say? I mean, if I could turn back time and make everything back to the way it was I would but I can’t…

Chelsea Black Armstrong: I don't know Stacy, that's part of the reason I haven't called you back. I don't know what can be done to make it all better. I really don't...

Stacy Robinson: Well maybe you just need some time to think…I know you still care about me…because if you weren’t…you wouldn’t be wearing the friendship necklace I asked that nurse to give you when you were in hospital right at this moment…

Glancing down Chelsea's hand goes to the necklace as if she'd forgotten she had it on as she feels the pendant against her hand.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: I hadn't noticed I still had it on, guess it's just become a habit to wear it.

Stacy Robinson: And you can keep that forever, my father gave it to me when he was in the army, he did it to show me that no matter how long he’d be gone for…he’d always come back to me…and he always did. The tree pendant on the end symbolizes family.

Staring at the pendant Chelsea takes a deep breath hearing Stacy's words before reaching a hand up and unclasping the chain. As it falls limp in her hand she stares at the necklace for a long time before looking up at Stacy and holding her hand out.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: I don't think I can keep this. With the way my mind is at and with everything going on...it doesn't really feel right. Knowing there is so much attached to this for you; I think you better take it back.

Stacy looks down at Chelsea’s palm with the necklace resting on it; she closes her hand back up and slowly pushes it back towards Chelsea.

Stacy Robinson: If I wasn’t sure about letting you keep it, I wouldn’t have offered it to you in the first place…keep it…please.

Shaking her head Chelsea looks back at the necklace before back at Stacy as a small laugh leaves her lips.

Chelsea Black Armstrong: How can you just act like everything is okay? Since you walked in here you've been so calm and nice like nothing is wrong! How can you stand there looking me in the eye and not be upset about this? Things are not okay Stacy! A necklace isn't just going to make everything better; I can't keep this and hold it like you want me to! I don't want it anymore!

Chelsea suddenly throws the necklace at Stacy and it bounces off her chest and hits the floor, Chelsea then storms out of the room as Stacy tries to go after her.

Stacy Robinson: Chels wait!

Chelsea slams the door behind her and begins storming down the corridor as her eyes start welling up with tears of frustration, she wipes furiously at her eyes trying to stop them. Off in the distance, Scott Savage is walking slowly down the hallway. He spots Chelsea, and his gate hastens dramatically. He approaches the young woman with a look of concern on his face.

Scott Savage: What seems to be the problem?

Before she can speak, he puts a finger to her lips, and gives her a slight grin.

Scott Savage: Wait... I have this... gift. I can look into someone's eyes, and see exactly what they need at that very moment. Stay still for a second.

He gazes deep into her eyes, both of them remaining completely silent. After a few moments, Scott's smile widens, and he reaches into his jacket pocket.

Scott Savage: You are in luck! I happen to have exactly what you need right here.

He removes a small business card from his pocket, and hands it to her. She goes to speak, and once again he silences her with a finger to the lips.

Scott Savage: Shhh. Not now. You'll know when.

With a wink, he walks off down the hallway, leaving Chelsea to stare at the card that simply reads “Scott Savage. Talent Agent & CEO Savage Enterprises.” with a phone number at the bottom. Subtle, off white background with Romalian type. Oh my god it even has a watermark.

United States Title Match
Mr. UnHappy vs Dr. Remus Micayle

Zach Davis: After winning the United States Championship at WCF's biggest stage, Dr. Remus Micayle sees his first defense come in the form of the dark, twisted Jack Unhappy.

Erin Robbins: The element of intellect meeting the element of emotional response. Very interesting pairing for certain.

Zach Davis: After knocking off Jeff Purse at One, Jack Unhappy has quickly become a name on everyone's lips. A victory over Dr. Micayle tonight would continue that trend undoubtedly.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

"Confessions of Hatred" by Sevendust blares over the PA as the entrance ramp starts to fog up. Red pyros go off on either side of the stage and other red laser beams begin to shoot through the fog. As the camera pans towards one of the luxury booths, we see Jessica Alba sitting in it, dressed in black. She stands up and smiles happily towards the fans and giving a thumbs up, nodding as if to say, 'yes.' She then starts to shake her head 'no' as she frowns, turning her thumb down and mocking the audience.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first ... the challenger, ... from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania weighing in at three hundred twenty pounds ... he is MISTER JACK UNHAPPY!!!

As the camera returns to the ramp, we see Mr. UnHappy emerge from the back. Walking to the ring with a bit of a swagger, he slaps food and drinks out of people's hands and even does the 'boo hoo' gesture to any kid he sees in attendance. Sliding into the ring, he finds a corner and intentionally turns his back at his opponent. Looking over his shoulder, he takes a few moments to make derisive comments before finally getting RIGHT UP into their face to glare at them like that of a lunatic.

The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. 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.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent ... From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is the reigning and defending WCF United States Champion... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!

The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin then walks to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, only focused on the match ahead.

Erin Robbins: That Unites States Championship looks perfect around Doctor Micayle's waist! This is going to be a treat to watch.

Zach Davis: Definitely going to be a hell of a contest. It starts ... NOW!

The bell rings and the reigning United States Champion keeps his eyes focused on Jack Unhappy as he circles him, reading him. Jack moves in for a collar and elbow tie up. Remus leads in as well but ducks behind at the last moment and NAILS Jack in the kidney with a hard knee shot. He follows this up with several swift, stinging jabs to the kidneys as well. Jack is stunned a bit by the blows but swings a heavy backhand blow at Remus who backs off to avoid it.

Erin Robbins: Our very intelligent United States Champion with a stick and move type of offense in the early stages of this match. This man is constantly thinking. He wants to remain as unscathed as possible. Using his speed will help him accomplish that.

Zach Davis: I have to agree there. He isn't going to match Jack Unhappy in a power contest, and I believe he knows that. What Remus needs to be wary of is to get caught by a high impact maneuver. Even one good blow from a man Jack's size could be a deciding factor.

Jack Unhappy turns around now with a twisted scowl on his face and again moves in for a collar and elbow tie up. Remus again feigns accepting a grapple match with the larger challenger and ducks behind again. However, this time Jack was ready for that and shifts to catch Remus mid step dropping him with a HARD sidewalk slam. Remus is dazed after the drop and Jack leans over for the pinfall attempt. Referee in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Remus kicks his shoulder off the canvas.

Zach Davis: And just like that it could have been over! Jack may be a clown, but he's far from stupid. He caught onto the good Doctor's tactics quickly.

Erin Robbins: That was a close call, sure. But I don't believe that our brand new, shining example of a United States Champion is looking to give it up that easily. Jack is in for a fight.

Jack hauls Remus back to his feet but is caught unexpectedly by a throat thrust that catches him right in the Adam's apple. Unhappy backs off, coughing and gasping a bit. Remus wastes no time as he jumps onto Jack's back, locking in a sleeper hold. Unhappy staggers around with Remus on his back who is clinging to the larger man for all he's worth, wrenching and tightening the hold. Jack starts to fade a bit, dropping down to one knee. Remus grows more confident and uses his leverage now to secure the hold even more.

Erin Robbins: Look at this! Remus is a calculating, methodical wrestler. He is a thinking man's man. Always calculating the risk versus the reward. This is SMART wrestling. Waer him down, take away his vertical base and his power.

Zach Davis: That's easier said than done with someone like Jack Unhappy. Although the Doctor seems to be doing a pretty good job of it.

Jack continues to fade as he presses a majority of his weight dowhim with a flat palm upon the canvas in front of him to prevent himself from falling flat. Remus senses the end is near as he aggressively thrashes Jack's head back and forth in the sleeper, cinching it even moreso.

Erin Robbins: This one might be over already. Look at the aggression on display. Dr. Micayle is not a barbaric man. But he understands what is necessary to accomplish victory with nearly no flaw.

Zach Davis: For him to display anything less would be foolish. This business is dog eat dog. Though don't for a second believe that Jack doesn't have a streak of sadism in him, because he damn sure does.

Jack presses his other palm against the canvas and uses his new positioning to push himself upward. Remus' eyes widen as he finds himself once again elevated and a carrier on Unhappy's back. Jack stumbles back toward the turnbuckle and WAFFLES Remus into the corner behind all of his weight. Remus slumps down in the corner. Jack staggers forward and doubles over, taking in deep breaths and trying to recompose himself.

Zach Davis: And this is where the power comes into play. Despite Remus' tenacity, Jack was able to regain his vertical base and force his way out of that predicament.

Erin Robbins: He's not out of the woods yet. That took a lot out of him. This opens up more opportunities for the good doctor.

Jack shakes off the cobwebs and turns his attention back to Micayle who comes blasting out of the corner now, quickly grabbing Unhappy with snap neckbreaker. Jack hits the canvas and Remus wastes no times at all as he begins stomping away at his lower abdomen with vicious kicks and stomps. Jack rolls to his side to alleviate the blows and Remus with a soccer bacll kick to the small of his back. Remus is methodical in every aspect of his approach and uses every opportunity to keep the larger man down. He drops swift elbow after swift elbow down into Jack, repeating this about a dozen times before positioning himself across Unhappy for the pinfall attempt. Referee checks the shoulders.

ONE!

TWO!

THR--

Jack shoots a shoulder up with authority.

Erin Robbins: Wow! A vicious assault by Dr. Micayle and Jack Unhappy still shows he is very much in this! What a contest!

Remus scrambles back to his feet, using his speed to remain a step ahead of Unhappy. Remus heads back in to continue the onslaught when Jack suddenly plows forward almost as if coming at Remus for a spear but instead LEVELS him with a clothesline right out of nowhere!

Zach Davis: He nearly took his head off!

Erin Robbins: Dr. Micayle ... may need ... a doctor!

Zach Davis: Good luck there in Sarah Twilight's WCF.

Remus is shaking off the effects as he lay on the canvas, wondering what just happened as Jack grabs a handful of hair and hauls him back to his feet. Before he knows it he is being lifted into the air as Jack takes a few running steps forward and CRASHES Remus into the canvas sending all of his weight down on top of the US Champ with a running powerslam. Jack stays on him for the pinfall attempt. Referee slides down into position.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE--

Remus manages to get a shoulder up!

Erin Robbins: Oh thank goodness! I was worried for a moment there!

Zach Davis: What have you got against Jack Unhappy? You always seem to love the violent ones.

Erin Robbins: I hate clowns. I love genius. Plus, Dr. Micayle is dreamy, isn't he?

Zach Davis: It has to be the environment ... HAS to be! You are starting to sound like Shannan!

Erin Robbins: How dare you!

Unhappy looks ... well, unhappy about this and he again hauls Remus to his feet, only to wind up with a forearm shot to the groin. Unhappy doubles over and Remus lifts him up into a fireman's carry position. However, in his dazed state, he is unable to maintain the much heavier man and stumbles forward, Unhappy falling on top of him.

Erin Robbins: Oh No!

Zach Davis: Remus unable to handle the weight after enduring the onslaught that he did. Can Jack capitalize?

Unhappy is back to his feet first and his frown is even larger as he wasn't happy about the low blow. Slowly, the large man climbs the turnbuckle and he makes it to the top launching himself off!

Zach Davis: UPSET BELLYBOMB!

Erin Robbins: No! No Doctor wake up! WAKE UP!

He comes CRASHING down into Remus who looks to be completely out. Jack rolls him over and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Erin Robbins: YES! Foot on the ropes! Foot on the ropes!

Zach Davis: VERY close call there for Remus!

Jack can't believe it and the frustration is clearly visable as a weary Micayle rolls under the bottom rope and to the outside to distance himself from Jack. Unhappy looks very agitated as Remus drops down outside near the apron. Jack heads to the ropes to head out after him when out of nowhere, Remus BLASTS him in the head with a chair shot! Jack stumbles back into the referee knocking him down against the turnbuckle. The ref is down and a bit dazed but not out.

Zach Davis: And now the foreign objects come into play. Was only a matter of time in the WCF environment we have today.

Erin Robbins: Completely legal. Nothing at all wrong with using what's available to your advantage.

Remus rolls himself back into the ring, grabbing hold of the chair from the canvas. But Jack Unhappy STEPS on it, stopping him from picking it up. Remus struggles to pull the chair out from under his foot, but it's not going to happen. He quickly abandons the attempts and moves to a different assault tactic, however Jack headbutts him before he can change gears. Remus staggers backwards and then forward into a waiting Jack Unhappy who hauls him up and over with a belly to belly suplex almost ONTO the chair that Remus had brought into the ring.

Erin Robbins: I can't take this! This is too much! Doctor, Doctor ... don't let him win!

Zach Davis: It looks like we're just moments away from a new United States Champion!

Remus is scrambling again as Jack was keeping him on the run. The dark clown grabs hold of Remus' legs and turns him over into a Boston crab! He arches back ALL of his three hundred plus pounds into the hold and Remus screams in agony almost ripping his own hair out. After some struggling he begins slapping the at furiously in surrender.

Zach Davis: Remus Micayle is tapping out! HE'S TAPPING OUT!

Erin Robbins: But the referee doesn't see it!!

Zach Davis: Turn around ref! Turn around!

Erin Robbins: No! Keep looking the other way!

The crowd boos as the referee was still shaking off the cobwebs and did not notice the tap out taking place. Remus is yelling and groaning in pain as he continues slapping the canvas. Jack is wrenching the hold. Now in desperation, Remus reaches his hands out for the folding chair. his fingertips barely touching it as he slides it into his grip.

Zach Davis: What's he going to do here?

Erin Robbins: Escape ... by any means necessary!

Once in hand, and yelling out in a furious agony he swings the chair backwards, missing his mark. He tries again and again but doesn't have the position for a swing. The referee is now back to his feet and turns around to the action. Remus takes one final upward swing over his head and it CONNECTS! Jack stumbles out of the submission. Remus' face flops down, exhausted from the struggle and the pain.

Erin Robbins: YES! He's still in this! He's still in it!

Zach Davis: This match would have been over. He should thank his lucky stars that he caught the breaj that he did.

He slowly gets to his feet. using the chair almost as a crutch to push himself up. Jack Unhappy is back up as well. He turns around and Remus BLASTS him in the head with the chair! Jack wobbles back. Remus BLASTS him again and now Unhappy is teetering.

Zach Davis: That's TWO Chair shots and Jack is still on his feet!

Erin Robbins: How?! HOW is that possible?!

Remus drops the chair as he backs into the ropes and rushes at the wobbly clown with EVERY ounce of himself behind it for THE FORMULA! Jack goes down, Remus FALLS on top of him with the blow and stays there for the cover. Referee in position.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Bell rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and STILL WCF United States Champion, DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!

Erin Robbins: Nighty Night Clown! Thanks for coming!

Zach Davis: Love or hate either of these guys, Jack Happy put the new United States Champion to the test here tonight. Remus Micayle delivered. Hell of a contest.

Erin Robbins: The reign of the good doctor continues!

Micayle stumbles to his feet and rolls outside of the ring, making his way to the pedestal where the championship belt is placed at. Upon reaching the stand, he claws at the stagehand in charge of his treasured title and clutches it to his chest. An evident sigh can be heard as he touches his championship. Unhappy shouts can be heard from the live audience who seem unhappy that the Scientist stole yet another match.

Zach Davis: What a match from both men! And so close, Jack UnHappy could have walked away champion! Small wonder Micayle here seems so relieved to have his championship still with him!

Erin Robbins: Rubbish! He got it all planned, and remember, Sarah Twilight rules still applies. He's just so smart!

Still gasping for air, Micayle grabs a microphone from a stagehand and raises the United States championship into the air. He doubles over in exertion, before panting for the crowd to hear.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I... told... you so! I am still champion!

Predictably, booing ensues. He stands back up, wearing a sick smile on his face, almost as if he's happy that he had to bust out yet another illegal move to win a match.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Team Science reigns supreme in the ring, proving that anyone who follows my philosophies will succeed in their chosen task. So... to aid the confused and fatuous here in joining the movement today, I specially prepared something for all of you here tonight to enjoy. The first message is about to be delivered! Take a look at the WCFTron ladies and gentlemen! I'll see you next week to address any queries.

Still wheezing a little at the intensity of the match, Micayle gestures frantically at the screen, as the lights around the arena are dimmed. Taking opportunity of the darkness, he slowly limps backstage, while the crowd waits for the video to be played, their attention diverted by the promise of a promo.

Zach Davis: Jeez. Sucker for the dramatic, isn't he?

Erin Robbins: What's going on... OH MY!

A collective gasp goes up from the Providence fans, as all of a sudden, the WCFTron bursts into life. Where it was once black, now a picture of WCF fan favourite El Taco De Genial being handcuffed to a wall by all four limbs is shown. His signature Taco suit is torn off halfway, so that it exposes his face. A young white man is shown, unconscious and with numerous bruises on his face. A couple of seconds later, a suit-wearing Doctor Remus Micayle walks into frame, with his championship strapped around his waist and carrying a clipboard to take notes. Upon seeing him, the crowd starts roaring in anger. And for good reason as well.

Zach Davis: This is... inhumane. What the hell has the Scientist done to El Taco? He's an innocent man, for God's sake!

Back to the video, Micayle is now roughly shaking El Taco awake. When his initial attempts do not work, Micayle delivers a HUGE slap to his face, shocking the jobber awake. At this point in time, several young children are in tears at the sight of their favourite taco eater being attacked, while others are just in pure shock. The volume of the video is low, but if one strains his or her ears, it can still be heard.

El Taco De Genial: Eh? Remus Micayle!? Who are--

His sentence was interrupted by yet another brutal slap by the Scientist.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Who am I!? Well, I am the Messiah of this country. You, El Taco, are a bane on the United States, and I would not stand for you. Look at yourself - Caucasian, but an enthusiast of Mexican culture. Are you a traitor of our government? ANSWER ME!

El Taco merely looks bewildered at the accusation.

El Taco De Genial: Wha.. what the hell are you talking about! Let me out of this place, or I'll be calling the cops!

He struggles and kicks with all his might, but is unable to escape the restrains. Micayle merely chuckles a little and delivers yet another huge strike to the face of El Taco. Even young men are tearing at this point in time, and there is immense booing going on from the fans.

Doctor Remus Micayle: You can try all you want, Tacoboy, but unless I get a full confession out of your quisling shell and a signed apology to revert back to your pro-American ways, you aren't leaving. This is the first step of Team Science; to create a unified America, we will not tolerate any dissent within the land, especially those who are determined to let foreign culture seep into the United States. And you, being an advocate of Mexican food, will be the first to change. Via the persuasion of science, of course.

Zach Davis: This is wrong on so many levels... oh my God.

Erin Robbins: Shh, I can't hear.

El Taco looks incensed, and starts screaming at Micayle.

El Taco De Genial: Look here Doctor, I'm just a taco fan. It doesn't mean anything! Let me go right now you son of a bitch! I swear to God, I'm going to beat the shit out of you once I'm free, and I'm going to--

Ignoring the hurl of abuse being directed to him, Micayle merely calmly walks a couple of steps away, off-screen. El Taco's eyes are getting wider as he does so, almost in fear of what was about to happen next.

El Taco De Genial: No, no! What are you going to do with that! Let me go!

Micayle walks back into frame, this time holding a cat 'o nine tails. Without a further word, he whips it across the body of El Taco, eliciting a scream of agony from the poor man. Micayle whips it a dozen more times, each time harder than the last, before speaking again.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I'll say this once more El Taco. Will you give up on your pro-foreigner ways and commit your future to your birth country? I won't be asking a third time.

To emphasise on that point, the doctor whips the taco lover once more across the body. This time, the force of the blow is enough to draw blood. Blinking away tears, El Taco looks back up at Micayle, before nodding slowly.

El Taco De Genial: Ye.. yes, I will. I will never eat another dish from another country in my life ever again. I'll sign whatever you want, just let me go!

The live crowd is in dead silence right now, each member engrossed in the going-ons of the video. The feed slowly fades to black following El Taco's confession, and the lights come back on. A voiceover, however, can be heard from the speakers all around the Dunkin' Donuts Center.

Doctor Remus Micayle: There's that... through the sheer power of will, we managed to cure a potential Benedict Arnold by the name of El Taco De Genial. So let's end today's Team Science lesson with a quick summary... stay loyal to your country at all costs, and we're taking one step further to a unified America. Thank you.

The sonorous voice fades away, as silence once again falls upon the crowd.

Erin Robbins: So this is what Team Science does! Showing us what is wrong and eradicating them by force if necessary, applying the correct solution to the respective problem. Interesting approach by Doctor Micayle, won't you agree Zach?

Zach Davis: I... I don't know what to say. I think it's appropriate for us right now to take a temporary break. We'll see you in a bit, stay tuned to Slam.

The screen fades to black as Slam goes to commercial.

Television Title Match
Mod Deuce vs Caleb Fourchon

Bernard Herrmann’s “Cape Fear Suite” cues up on the arena’s speakers.

Zach Davis: Bah Gawd, that’s Caleb Fourchon’s music!

It is indeed. The Cajun Crippler, the Television Title slung over his shoulder, stalks his way down the ramp.

Erin Robbins: What’s he doing out here? His match tonight was scratched.

Fourchon reaches the ring apron and leaps onto it. After stepping over the ropes the big man makes a circuit around the ring, glaring at the crowd.

Zach Davis: Yes, tonight Caleb was scheduled to face “The Upgrade” Mod Deuce for the Television Championship, but due to personal reasons Deuce was unable to attend tonight’s show.

After mean-mugging the crowd a bit Fourchon moves to speak to the ring announcer, who has been standing in the ring looking perplexed.

Erin Robbins: Maybe they booked another challenger without telling us?

Zach Davis: Seems unlikely. Kyle Steel is as confused as we are. Plus, this is WCF: here, the champion never comes out first.

Caleb and Kyle go back and forth. As the conversation drags on the fans start to grow impatient. WCF’s senior referee enters the ring and confronts both men.

Erin Robbins: Stan Moser will get to the bottom of this.

Zach Davis: Stanley the Manly!

Now all three men are arguing. Someone starts a “Boring!” chant. Others join in. Kyle Steel eventually prepares to address the impatient crowd.

Erin Robbins: Finally!

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, I am being told that tonight’s Television Title Match will take place-

The crowd pops.

Kyle Steel: - without the challenger.

The pop stops.

Zach Davis: Wait. What?

Kyle beats a hasty retreat out of the ring, leaving Stan Moser alone with Caleb. The giant looms over the ref, violating his personal space.

Zach Davis: Does Caleb not understand you can’t have a match with just one person?

Erin Robbins: Well, technically that’s not true.

Fourchon has Moser buttonholed in the corner. The two argue back and forth vehemently.

Erin Robbins: The match just ends with a count out victory for the wrestler that’s present.

Zach Davis: But there is no match, Erin. It’s been cancelled. Mod Deuce isn’t even in the arena.

Finally, reluctantly, Stan Moser acquiesces to Caleb’s demands. He motions for the timekeeper to ring the bell.

Erin Robbins: And we’re underway!

Zach Davis: Nothing is underway! Nothing is happening! There is no Television Title Match!

Caleb, smirking, begins walking around the ring, holding the Television Title up over his head. The fans begin to boo loudly.

Erin Robbins: Who are you going to believe, Zach: me or your own lying eyes?

Stanley Moser, after catching a nasty glare from Caleb, begins a ten count. One! Two! Three!

Erin Robbins: Mod Deuce better get down to the ring quick if he wants this match to take place.

Zach Davis: Mod Deuce is not here! He’s home burying his father, for God’s sake!

Four! Five! Fourchon climbs one of the ringposts and taunts the jeering crowd by shaking the championship belt at them.

Erin Robbins: Sounds like a pretty weak excuse to me.

Zach Davis: I don’t believe this! This entire display is disrespectful to both Mod Deuce and the Television Title! Caleb Fourchon should be ashamed of himself for this stunt.

Six! Seven! Fourchon hops down from the turnbuckle and moves to the ref.

Erin Robbins: Mod Deuce is the one who should be ashamed; ducking out on an important match like this. He’s let down the entire WCF Universe!

The Cajun Crippler smirks and presumptively raises his arm in victory. Eight! Nine!

"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP...."

"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne hits the PA. The crowd erupts. Steve Orbit stands at the top of the ramp with a mic, smiling and shaking his head.

Steve Orbit: Hold up.

Fourchon looks on from the ring in disbelief.

Steve Orbit: Is this dude serious, y'all? Hey, farmer-- let me put this how you can understand it.

Orbit mocks Fourchon--

Steve Orbit: Dere ain't nobody in dat der ring witcha, coonass!

The crowd laughs. Fourchon slaps his hands on the ropes in frustration.

Erin Robbins: I don't think the Cajun Crippler appreciates being interrupted by the Mack.

Steve Orbit: I don't know what's goin' on in this company. We got everybody runnin' around doin' whatever the hell they feel like doin'. Now, I been known to break a rule or two, but... at least there was rules to break, you know what I'm sayin'? I mean, is this what we became, y'all? A dude in the ring fightin' his imagination?

Fourchon begins yelling for Orbit to come to the ring.

Zach Davis: I think Caleb Fourchon has heard enough!

Orbit slowly heads to the ring.

Steve Orbit: You wanna fight somebody, big boy?

Orbit enters the ring and gets face to face with Caleb. He brings the mic to his mouth once again.

Steve Orbit: Shit, if you lookin' for a fight so bad... I'm right here. Make a move, homie.

After a few tense moments, Caleb shoves Orbit!

Erin Robbins: Here we go!

Orbit responds with a right hand, which Caleb blocks. He hits Orbit with a right hand of his own, rocking Orbit. Orbit quickly recovers and starts throwing haymakers at Caleb. The two men continue throwing punches until a swarm of officials runs out from the back and physically seperates them.

Erin Robbins: Let them fight! What are you doing, guys?

Zach Davis: What I don't understand is-- what provoked Steve Orbit, of all people, to come out here?

Erin Robbins: He's probably still upset about his loss at One. Sore loser.

The two men are seperated, but still barking at each other from across the ring.

Zach Davis: Maybe we'll see these two face off at some point in the future, but it looks like the situation in the ring has been diffused at this point.

Erin Robbins: Too bad.

Tek vs Doc Henry

The arena goes pitch black. “Edge Of Destruction” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring. He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.

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: Tek verses Doc Henry - right now!

The bell rings and this match is under way! Tek comes out swinging, connecting with a quick jab to Doc's jaw, and then rushing him into the corner where Tek unloads with a few stinging backhand chops, lighting up Doc's chest. Doc blocks one of the chops, though, and goes for a kick which is caught - Tek drops him with a Burning Lariat! Tek knows that won't get the job done, so he peels Doc off the mat and scoops him up into a piledriver!

Erin Robbins: What a combo!

The pin! 1!

2!

NO Doc Henry kicks out! He's loopy, Doc got rocked by that lariat. Tek knows it and he goes all in! Crucifix Cutter! Tek gets all of it! Doc lands on the mat in a heap, not entirely sure where he is or what he is actually doing. Another pin!

1!

2!

3!

Ding ding ding! That's all she wrote! Tek beats Doc Henry! Tek stands up and his hand is raised by the ref.

Zach Davis: Impressive win here for Tek! He got that big clothesline in and that spelled the end for a very not-game Doc Henry. Rather surprising.

Erin Robbins: Tek came out with a gameplan and he executed it perfectly.

Sarah Twilight/Lilith Segment

We cut backstage to the office of WCF Owner Sarah Twilight. Cameras peek through the door as inside, through another door that is currently open, Sarah Twilight sits comfortably on a small sofa in the back part of her office. Seated VERY closely next to her with an arm draped around Sarah's shoulder is Lilith, who has her new Elite Championship around her waist as if it was a wedding ring or a proposal from Sarah. The two have obviously been speaking for a short bit before the cameras caught up.

Lilith: Thank you soooooooo much, Sarah! I am so very happiful right now!

Sarah nods a bit as the two are pretty cozy with one another.

Lilith: I love you Sarah.

Sarah looks back at her with emerald green eyes and cracks a smile across her lips.

Lilith: I want to show you just ... how ... much!

Lilith starts to get EXTREMELY close to Sarah, almost climbing right on top of her as the cameras start to zoom in to get a better picture into the back room. Suddenly, Sarah lifts her foot and kicks at the door, slamming it shut. We cut back to ringside.

Zach Davis: I ... I ... I ... I... I ....

Erin Robbins: Oh calm down. Go take a cold shower or something. That is so romantic.

Zach Davis: Just ... I ... Uh ....I .... nevermind!

Benjamin Atreyu vs Stacy Robinson

‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage, she stops at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before she begins to make her way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.

Zach Davis: A fearless looking Stacy Robinson here tonight.

“Capricco” by Krzysztof Penderecki hits the sound system with a loud hit of drums followed by a sharp harmony of horns and strings. Benjamin Atreyu casually steps out onto the entrance ramp, savoring the scowls of the audience. After breathing in their discontent he descends the ramp to the ring.

Erin Robbins: And Benjamin Atreyu looking as brilliant as ever.

The bell rings.

Erin Robbins: Something about Stacy feels a bit different.

Zach Davis: I noticed that as well, Erin. Her presence is somewhat intimidating. She looks more focused.

Erin Robbins: More grit.

Zach Davis: A chip on her shoulder, perhaps. Does she have something to prove tonight against Ben?

The bell rings and Robinson is the first to go on offense, scaling the rings surface and leaping into Ben with an elbow that cracks into the side of his jaw. Ben reels backwards, his back slapping the ropes and forcing him to bounce forward where he is once again greeted by Stacy via jump swinging DDT. Ben's head plants into the mat, his body flipping backwards and landing flat. Stacy Robinson watches on with a sneer, running towards the ropes, hitting them, coming back to the downed Ben and plunging an elbow downwards into him - NO. Ben rolls away and Stacy's elbow tastes the hard ring floor.

Zach Davis: Did you hear it?

Erin Robbins: Sounded like she broke an elbow there.

Stacy retreats in pain, nursing her wounded elbow and backing away into the turnbuckle. Ben realizes she's a woman, but also realizes this is a competitive sport, so he does what he must - digging into Stacy and shoulder ramming her midsection into the turnbuckle. Stacy gasps in pain with each hard shoulder that bounces off her rib cage.

Erin Robbins: Benjamin is simply brutalizing her ribs. I don't think he really cares rather or not she's a woman.

Zach Davis: Not to be rude, but he shouldn't. She knew what she signed up for. Besides, I have a feeling Stacy can take it. She's as tough as they come.

Erin Robbins: And Atreyu is as vicious as they come.

Benjamin steps away from Stacy, letting her bruised selve stagger from the ropes, he throws a wild punch to her face, which she manages to duck, and ends the counter by slipping behind him and grabbing the back of his neck - to drop him for a neckbreaker. Benjamin hits hard, but manages to pop back up, where Stacy backs up, and throws her signature to him; Stacy's Kick.

Zach Davis: Stacy's Kick!

No. Benjamin backs away at the last moment, escaping her deadly heel. Not only that, but he grabs her free airborne leg, and slams her to the mat, immediately slipping Stacy into a figure four leglock.

Erin Robbins: Shades of Ric Flair!

The audience woo's while Benjamin applies the hold and expertly locks it in. Stacy Robinson's eyes grow wide as the pain spreads up her thighs and into her gut. She knows a rope break could save her, if only rope breaks were allowed in this treacherous Twilight rule. And despite her small yet cut and firm frame, she manages to flip Benjamin Atreyu over to the surprise of well... everyone. Ben is forced onto his stomach and now he is the one who wretches in pain.

Zach Davis: Where in the world did Stacy find the strength to flip him over?

Benjamin regains composure, flipping Stacy back over and onto her back, still keeping they legs tangled in a pain filled figure four. To add to the punishment, he bends forward and punches at Stacy's locked knees. She howls.

Erin Robbins: That looks painful to say the least.

Zach Davis: How could she possibly escape this? I think Benjamin has gotten the better of her. This match is over.

Despite the commentators lack of faith, Stacy finds it in herself to stretch forwards and send a fist into Benjamin's lucky parts. He lets out a gasp and goes limp, releasing the figure four in the process. Stacy isn't accustom to 'dirty', but she had to do what she had to do to survive. She limps to her feet while Benjamin rolls the ring, clutching his groin. She stalks him. Ben finally reaches his feet and Stacy dives him with a lou thez press. Her fists fly down into Benjamin's face. He manages to block one, rolling her over onto her back, and returning the punishment. Benjamin steps off of Robinson, grabs her up by hair hair, and hits a Black Eye Sonata!

Zach Davis: Well that's it.

Erin Robbins: Good riddance, Stacy.

Benjamin Atreyu falls on top of the stunned and down Stacy Robinson, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

Thre -

Zach Davis: WHAT?

Stacy Robinson lifts her shoulder from the rings surface and breaks out of the pinfall. Benjamin looks over to the referee, arguing his count. While he does so, Stacy Robinson recovers enough to roll a surprised Ben up from behind! The referee drops back down while Ben struggles to get free.

One.

Two.

THRE - !

NO! Benjamin breaks away at the very last moment.

Zach Davis: Stacy nearly had him there.

Benjamin rolls backwards, pops to his feet, and Stacy charges forward with a flying closeline to which he ducks. She spins around and Benjamin hits Requiem in D Minor! He quickly falls on top of Stacy.

ONE!

TWO!

TWO AND A HALF!

TWO AND....

Zach Davis: Will Stacy kick out?!

Erin Robbins: I don't know. So far she's shown a lot of aggression!

THREE! The bell rings and Benjamin Atreyu rolls out of the ring. He stands on the outside, nodding to the referee and to the downed Stacy Robinson.

Zach Davis: I don't think Benjamin can deny that this was a very hard fought victory. And to be honest, I think Stacy just earned a ton of respect in the WCF universe. She nearly had Benjamin's number.

Jonny Fly/Waylon Cash/Oblivion vs Steve Orbit/Logan/Chelsea Black Armstrong

Penance by Device blasts through the speakers as fog and pyrotechnics take over the stage sending the arena into a frenzy as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtain running onto the stage as she puts a hand in the air before walking down the ramp hitting the hands of her fans along the way. Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside before staring up the ramp awaiting her teammates.

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. Wearing a black leather vest, and the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward, raising the Hardcore belt up in the process, and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring along with the title and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.

"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."

The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...

BREATHE WITH ME!!

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

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.

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

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.

"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.

The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.

Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.

Zach Davis: Six huge names in the ring now.. here we go!

Waylon Cash runs right for Steve Orbit. Orbit was expecting it and blocks a strike; the two begin to brawl. Fly is tackled down by Logan, who hits him with several punches. This leaves Oblivion and Chelsea Black Armstrong. Many women would be intimidated by the Monster, but she is not. The former Television Champion goes toe to toe with him. Oblivion goes for a Short Arm Clothesline, but Chelsea ducks it and hits a Dropkick! Oblivion goes down, gets back up, and then gets an Arm Drag for his troubles. He gets back up once more and Chelsea whips him to the ropes. Oblivion uses his strength to reverse it, however, sending Chelsea flying across the ring instead. As she comes back he catches her in a T-Bone Suplex!

Erin Robbins: And predictably, all hell has broken loose here! After a strong start by Chelsea, Oblivion used his power to take her down.

Fly has escaped Logan's mounted punches and gotten to his feet. Logan runs at him but Fly ducks, grabbing the ropes and pulling them down, causing Logan to fly over the top and crash to the outside. Instead of staying on the attack against the Face of Treachery, Fly joins Oblivion in stomping away at Chelsea Black Armstrong.

Zach Davis: Figures. Instead of fighting a man like Logan, Fly helps a monster attack a woman. Real big man.

Meanwhile, Orbit and Cash have moved to the outside. Cash has Orbit leaning against the guardrail and hits him with a knife edge chop, which, of course, gets a WHOOO! Cash ignores the crowd completely, letting Orbit stumble away from the guardrail, dazed, before hooking him and hitting a Snap Suplex.

Erin Robbins: If Orbit wasn't beaten into submission after everything Fly has done to him, maybe Cash will finish the job tonight.

Back in the ring, Oblivion lifts Chelsea up, but Chelsea starts fighting back. She jabs him a few times in the gut, doubling him over, but before she can follow up Fly runs at her and takes her down with an STO. Fly gets back up - only to be put into a Sleeper from behind.

Zach Davis: CONNECTOR!

No!, Fly has that scouted and quickly escapes the hold. He turns, but not in time to fight Logan off. Logan hits a Superkick, sending Fly flying out of the ring. Logan is, in turn, attacked by Oblivion. The former Hardcore Champ spins Oblivion around and headbutts him before kicking him in the gut and executing a Gutwrench Powerbomb.

Erin Robbins: So far Oblivion is really using his power to his advantage for his team.

Waylon rolls Orbit back into the ring and Oblivion turns his attention to the Mack. Orbit struggles to his feet but Oblivion catches him and starts spinning him by the legs.

Zach Davis: Giant Swing from Oblivion!

Waylon enters the ring and as Orbit's body comes around, he runs at him... BOOM! Knee to his head! Oblivion releases the swing as Cash quickly goes for the pin.

One!

Two!

No!, Orbit gets the shoulder up.

Erin Robbins: Say what you want about Steve Orbit, and I hate to admit it, but he IS a fighter. He doesn't know when to give up. I thought maybe that knee would've knocked some sense into him, but guess not.

Chelsea and Logan re-enter the ring now. Oblivion turns and gets a Double Dropkick!, finally sending the Monster out of the ring. Armstrong and Logan then kick Waylon in the gut and hit a Double Suplex. Cash quickly rolls out of the ring. Armstrong and Logan both help Orbit to his feet and the crowd applauds the fan favorites.

Zach Davis: Orbit seems a little uncomfortable around Logan.. but besides that they're standing tall!

Their opponents regroup outside the ring... that is, until Logan, Chelsea, and Orbit all fly out of the ring, each hitting suicide dives! The crowd roars as each man (and the woman) connects with their target. Orbit grabs Fly and rolls him into the ring.

Erin Robbins: Finally, we'll have a one on one contest going on in the ring here.

Orbit slides in after Fly, but Fly rolls all the way across the ring and back out. Orbit gives chase, running after him, but Fly has nowhere to run: Armstrong and Logan stand near the entrance ramp. Fly rolls back into the ring, Orbit rolls after him.. and Fly quickly low blows him.

Zach Davis: OOF! Right in the Little Macks.

Fly throws Orbit to the ropes and then executes a Spinebuster.

Erin Robbins: Uh oh. You know what's coming next. Fly is looking to end this.

Logan and Oblivion, and Chelsea and Waylon, are both paired up and brawling outside the ring. Fly climbs to the top and the crowd begins to boo.

Zach Davis: This is looking to be a repeat of One.. here comes the Fly Swatter!

Fly jumps off the top... BUT ORBIT ROLLS AWAY! Fly stumbles up and Orbit rolls him up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Fly escapes it. He quickly rolls back out of the ring. As he does, Oblivion has overpowered Logan, leaving him laying on the outside of the ring, and gets back inside. Oblivion runs at Orbit, going for a headbutt, but Orbit sidesteps him and Oblivion's head connects with the turnbuckle!

Erin Robbins: Ouch!, that could've just scrambled Oblivion's already scrambled brains.

Before Oblivion can turn around Orbit catches him in a Half Nelson...

Zach Davis: HONEY DIP!

Orbit quickly pins Oblivion, hooking the leg!

One!

Two!

Three!

Erin Robbins: Orbit, Logan, and Armstrong win it!

The bell sounds as Orbit works his way to his feet. Logan and Chelsea join him in the ring and begin celebrating the victory. Logan makes a pelvic thrust or two, causing both Chelsea and Orbit to cringe.

Zach Davis: Orbit's loss at One has been partially revenged!, as he's gained a victory over two of his long term rivals here tonight.

Fly grabs the World Title and backpeddles up the ramp with it as Cash stews about the loss from outside the ring. He glares particularly at Fly, who is totally oblivious, of course. Cash kicks at the ring steps in frustration.

Erin Robbins: Well fans, that's all we have time for tonight. Orbit and co. may've gotten the upper hand this time, but Jonny Fly is still the World Champion.

Zach Davis: See you next week!

Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Tha Serial Thrilla/Bjorn Erikson/Alaska Riley vs James Fatel/Aubree Celeste/David Krink

Night Rider/Denise D'Evil vs BioWalker vs The Diaz Brothers

Marco Valintine vs Lilith vs Adam Young

Dez Angel/Jayden Thunder vs Original Gangster/Zack Wild

Jayson Price Gauntlet Challenge

United States Title Match: Mr. UnHappy vs Dr. Remus Micayle

Television Title Match: Mod Deuce vs Caleb Fourchon

Tek vs Doc Henry

Benjamin Atreyu vs Stacy Robinson

Jonny Fly/Waylon Cash/Oblivion vs Steve Orbit/Logan/Chelsea Black Armstrong

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Lilith
Match:
Fly/Cash/Oblivion vs Orbit/Logan/Armstrong
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Jonny Fly
Hardcore:
Logan
Television:
Caleb Fourchon
United States:
Remus Micayle
Peoples:
Night Rider
Internet:
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team:
The Thickness