Slam Intro

"Yellow rose of Texas" by Johnny Lee starts playing and a Texas flag with a Yellow Rose in front of it appear on the WCFtron. The song dies down and Adam Young appears on the tron.

Adam Young: I felt I owed it to you the fans of WCF to let ya'll know where I will be for the next couple of weeks. I've done some pretty bad things in my short time here on Earth and now I'm paying for them. So I must step away and straighten out a few of those before God and my family. Rest assured though you have not seen or heard the last of Adam Young.

A loud bang goes off and a huge Rebel flag falls above the ring as Dixie starts playing.

David Krink vs Alaska Riley vs Aubree Celeste vs FPV vs Doc Henry

As we come back from commercial, all five competitors are in the ring. The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: Here is the first of our five man matches... this will be an over the top battle royal, by the way. Here we go!

David Krink runs at FPV.


David Krink flies over the top. Alaska Riley runs at FPV.


Alaska Riley flies over the top. Aubree Celeste runs at FPV.


Aubree Celeste flies over the top. Doc Henry runs at FPV.


Doc Henry flies over the top. FPV wins.

Erin Robbins: Well, that was fast.

Zach Davis: It lasted longer than a typical FPV promo recently, though!

George/Kevin/Logan Segment

Kevin and George! and Logan are all sitting outside the women's locker room cat calling random females as they go by. Logan offers a couple the hotdog of treachery, and Kevin and George! night at the Roxbury a few of them. Finally, the one they are looking for comes around, Lilith. They scatter to different hiding places. When she is in right place, all three of them run out and give her a really massive wedgie.

Kevin and George! and Logan: NEROUDLE!

They run away and Logan offers to buy the Nerd Smashers some hotdogs. They accept his invitation.

Justin Turner vs Rita Morbid vs Valentina Madison vs Lupus Onyx vs Serbia

Erin Robbins: Time for our next five man match. This one is first pin gets the win!

Zach Davis: Five PERSON match, Erin - we've got a few ladies in the ring.

The Lights in the arena go out then a few gun shots are heard over the P.A.

We see the flashs of cameras before a camo background lights up as the words "The Freak" are posted on the tron. After a moment "The Gunslinger" by Shooter Jennings hits.

From the back comes out a confident Justin Turner with Jennifer Adams by his side. The fans raise to their feet and cheer as they make their way down the ramp.

Justin rolls under the bottom rope before posing for the crowd.

"Hold On" by Korn echoes across the arena as the lights go out. The fans jeer at the sight of Rita Morbid, who suddenly appears on the stage as the lights slowly change to a dark shade of blue. She puts her hands on her hips and stares into the crowd with a look of disdain before she slowly makes her way down the ramp.

“Sick” hits the speakers as Valentina appears on the stage wearing her customized jacket from Northwestern University. She ignores the fans and heads down to the ring with a serious, determined look on her face. Once she heads inside the ring, she takes her jacket off and does the "talk to the hand" gesture toward all the fans that are booing her quite loudly. She heads to her corner and scoffs at all the boos she's getting. "Sick" fades as Valentina waits for her next match to begin.

Strobe lights go off as the opening riff of A Devil In God's Country begins to play. Regina Onyx walks out first in a skimpy outfit and a dog leash around her neck, before turning to face the ramp entrance as she slowly goes to her knees. Lupus Onyx walks out, stands before the kneeling Regina, undoes his belt to remove the chaps. Lupus grabs the leash and thrusts into Regina's face, simulating fellatio, before pulling Regina to her feet, where she runs a finger across her lips suggestively. When they reach the ring, Lupus removes his jacket, shirt and hat and hands them to Regina, who is tod to sit in the corner and not move.

"Dead Beat" by Michale Graves echoes across the arena and the lights go dark. There is an eerie dark green light on the stage as Serbia emerges from behind the curtain, performing a seductive dance on the stage. When the chorus kicks in, the lights begin to flicker rigorously as Serbia struts down the ramp, still stroking and caressing herself as she taunts some nearby fans. Once she reaches ringside, she seductively crawls onto the apron and slowly raises to her feet. She then wraps her legs around the top rope and hangs herself upside down facing the crowd, like a vampire, with her arms crossed around her chest and giving an evil glare to the fans. After this, she squeezes in between the ropes and climbs back to her feet. She hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and rubs her hands down her body once again before stepping back onto the mat and eyeing her opponent with a sinister stare.

The bell sounds, and all five of the competitors glance at one another tentatively.

Zach Davis: Who is going to make the first move?

Serbia is the first to make the move, running at Valentina Madison and Clotheslining her down. She begins stomping at her as the crowd boos. Rita Morbid then begins stomping on Madison as well.

Erin Robbins: Looks like neither Serbia nor Morbid like "Miss Intellectual" too much.

Meanwhile, Lupus Onyx ties up with Justin Turner. The fans have begun chanting for Turner, welcoming him back. However, Onyx gains the strength advantage and is able to throw Turner across the ring. As Turner comes back Onyx lifts him in a Sidewalk Slam and goes for a quick pin!



No!, Turner breaks free.

Zach Davis: Lupus Onyx almost stole the win real early right there!

Erin Robbins: Stole the win? No, he almost earned it, Zach. What the hell. Just because it happened quickly doesn't mean he was stealing anything.

Onyx lifts Turner up and tosses him out of the ring. He turns... only to get a linked Clothesline from Morbid and Serbia.

Zach Davis: Are these two forming an alliance? They're controlling the ring, that's for sure.

Onyx hits the mat, but the "alliance" quickly ends. Morbid turns and kicks Serbia right in the gut. Serbia doubles over and Morbid executes a Powerbomb!

Erin Robbins: Oof, what power from the Morbid.

Morbid is about to go for a pin but Valentina is up! She spins Morbid around and hits a Dropkick. Morbid stumbles back but doesn't go down. Valentina hits a second dropkick, and Morbid stumbles back again but still won't go down. This time Madison climbs to the top and then flies off...

Zach Davis: Diving Crossbody!

Into a pin!



No!, the pin is broken up by Onyx. Onyx waits for Madison to get up and as she does he runs at her and hits a forearm smash. Madison stumbles into the corner, and Onyx runs, hits a running knee, and follows up with a Bulldog. Onyx quickly drops down and goes for the pin!



No!, this time Madison kicks out. Onyx gets to his feet as Serbia rushes him - but Onyx sidesteps her and punches her in the throat. He follows up with a Gutwrench Powerbomb!

Erin Robbins: Big move!

Onyx gets to his feet - Justin Turner Springboards in and executes a Flying Headscissors!

Zach Davis: How in the hell did he do that!?

This sends Onyx flying out of the ring. Turner lifts up Madison, but she breaks free and drops him with a Jawbreaker. Valentina then grabs his head and quickly hops onto the turnbuckle, jumps off...

Erin Robbins: Tornado DDT!

Valentina grabs Turner's legs and kicks them several times before starting to put him into a submission.

Zach Davis: Here comes the Textbook Torture!

Erin Robbins: This is Turner's return to WCF, he doesn't want it to end like this!

He kicks and flails but to no avail - Valentina locks it in!

Erin Robbins: Valentina Madison has the victory!

But no!, Onyx is in the ring and he kicks her right in the head, breaking it up! He quickly lifts Valentina up and into the Suplex position.

Zach Davis: He's going for the Screwdriver... the Devil's Crucifix!

No!, Valentina reverses it by shifting her weight and landing behind Onyx. She hits him with a Double Knee Backbreaker, dropping him. He rolls out of the ring, clutching his back in time. Valentina gets up and turns, face to face with Serbia. The two begin trading strikes. Serbia gets the upper hand and irish whips Valentina, but Valentina reverses it, sending Serbia into the ropes. As Serbia comes back she executes a Headscissors Takedown on Valentina, who rolls out of the ring. Turner is up, groggy, and Serbia catches him..

Erin Robbins: Marijuana Trip! Only legal in Denver, but Serbia hits it!

After the Jumping Leg Lariat, Serbia quickly hops to the top and flies off...

Zach Davis: Reign of Terror! Into the pin!




Erin Robbins: There you have it! Serbia pins Justin Turner and gets the win!

The bell sounds as Serbia gets to her feet, getting her arm raised. From outside the ring, Onyx and Valentina both get to their feet, looking into the ring angrily.

Zach Davis: Both Lupus Onyx and Valentina Madison were close to winning this match as well, Erin, but Serbia happened to be in the right place at the right time.

Erin Robbins: Great showing and a great start to these newcomers to WCF!

Waylon Cash Segment

“Criminals” by Big B hits the PA system, causing the fans to erupt in anger. Waylon Cash steps out onto the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face, as he is showered with hate. He struts down the ramp toward the ring, microphone already in hand.

Zach Davis: An unscheduled visit from Waylon Cash. Yay.

Erin Robbins: Show some respect. Waylon Cash is a future hall of famer, and I for one can't wait to hear what he has to say.

Zach Davis: How much is Scott Savage paying you?

Erin Robbins: Did you see my new car in the parking lot?

Zach Davis: Oh Jesus.

Erin Robbins: Yeah... that much.

Waylon rolls udner the bottom rope, the crowd noise refusing to abate, even as his music dies.

Waylon Cash: Alright morons, calm down.

As expected, this only causes their booing to grow louder.

Waylon Cash: Alright, since you idiots can't shut up for two minutes, I'll keep talkin', and you can catch up later. I usually come out here and talk about myself. Most of you are probably expectin' me to brag about how S-PAC is the most dominant stable in WCF history. I'm not gonna do that. Some of you probably think I'm gonna talk about how I'm the fastest triple crown winner ever. I ain't gonna do that either. No, I ain't here to talk about me, I'm here to talk about a man that I consider a personal hero. A man who took Steve Orbit's dreams, and crushed them like they were nothin'. I'm talkin' about a man who sits on top of this company, entertainin' these fans day in and day out, whether they appreciate it or not. I'm talkin' about the one and only Jonny Fly!

Boos sound out from the crowd intended for Fly.

Waylon Cash: What I'd like to do is invite Jonny into the right now!

Almost immediately, "300 Violin Orchestra" hits over the PA system. 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 Fly's theme song continues 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 with the WCF World Title belt wrapped snugly around his waist.

Erin Robbins: There's the champ!

Zach Davis: Look at Waylon - smiling in the ring. This is weird.

Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. He smiles at Waylon who has started to slowly clap. Slowly and deliberately Fly 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 fixed directly on Waylon. The music begins to drown out, and Fly slides into the ring. Waylon hands him the microphone. Fly turns and looks out at the crowd, who are still mostly booing him.

Jonny Fly: This is completely unexpected. After all my previous battles with Waylon...this. Thank you, Waylon.

Fly turns back to Waylon.

Jonny Fly: Let me return to you the favor. Every week you come out here and put on one hell of a show. I don't think you get enough credit for that. Ladies and gentlemen, if we could, a round of applause for Waylon Cash - the most under-appreciated wrestler in the HISTORY of the Wrestling Championship Federation!

A few people clap, but mostly the fans just boo.

Jonny Fly: I've done a lot of self-reflecting over the last couple of weeks. It's a shame what goes on in this company, it really is. There are so many mediocre wrestlers walking around here like they're hot shit. Men and women who have accomplished nothing, men and women who are trading wins and losses on a weekly basis. I remember when we came into the company, Waylon. I remember when we just put our heads down and BEAT motherfuckers. Some of these guys have been here for a couple months now and are still trying to find their footing. Well, newsflash people, Jonny Fly and Waylon Cash were already World Champions a couple months in. The industry needs more people like us, Waylon.

Waylon takes the mic back from Jonny with a smile, and raises it to his lips.

Waylon Cash: That's beautiful brother. Now, when I introduced you, I called you my hero, and that's true. I love what you do, and there wasn't nothin' I loved more than watchin' you stomp the crap outta Steve Orbit. But I was doin' some thinkin' this week, and I realized somethin'... Waylon Cash doesn't have heroes. Waylon Cash has hurdles. When I see a hero, I see someone I gotta beat. I see someone I gotta rise above, and be better than. That's why, as much as I love you... I gotta destroy you. I ain't gonna like it Jonny, because I admire you... but Waylon Cash destroys his heroes. That's just how it is. So... I think it's time you and I had a match. You bring that pretty little title, and I'll bring my ass kickin' boots. Should be a fun little shin-dig.

Waylon drops the mic, and climbs out of the ring. He begins walking back up the ramp, but Jonny Fly grabs the mic, and yells into it.

Jonny Fly: Hold on a second there, Waylon.

Fly is scowling, having not expected that from Cash. At the top of the stage Waylon turns and redirects his attention to Fly. With one hand on the microphone, Fly takes his free hand and rubs his chin.

Jonny Fly: You want a match against me? You want a WORLD TITLE match against me?

Fly pauses and camera pans to show Cash nodding his head.

Jonny Fly: I suppose you're right. I'm not sure anyone else deserves it more, so....YOU'RE ON. Waylon Cash versus Jonny Fly, for the World Title, at Payback.

EXPLOSION from the crowd. Fly cuts them off by continuing to talk.

Jonny Fly: Let's get one thing clear though, Waylon. I'm not a hurdle. I'm a wall. Running into me is going to hurt. Good luck.

Fly drops the microphone and we pan to Cash who's smirking and nodding his head at the top of the stage. He exchanges a long stare with Fly before slowly turning and disappearing to the back.

James Fatel vs Serial Thrilla

James Fatel sits at ringside. SR-71's "They All Fall Down" comes over the PA. Fatel sits there listening to the crowd reaction and his own song. He then stands and jumps the barricade and slides into the ring. He sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin.

Zach Davis: James Fatel, another one of these impressive newcomers that we've seen lately, a young man who's got a ton of potential but he's looking to get on the winning track.

Erin Robbins: There's so much competition for every spot on the roster these days. It doesn't matter how much potential you have, Zach, if you're not winning matches you're not gonna stay on the show. Sarah Twilight has little regard for losers.

Zach Davis: Bite your tongue, Erin. You don't know what it means to be a competitor at this level of the sport, the blood, the sweat and the sacrifice that goes into every match.

Erin Robbins: Oh and you do Mr. "I have a note from my doctor excusing me from gym class"?

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.

Zach Davis: The fans seem to be buying into what Tha Serial Thrilla is selling, and why not? The man is building himself a nice winning streak in WCF competition and he'll put that streak on the line here against "The Wolf" James Fatel.

Erin Robbins: I like Thrilla's odds in this match. He damaged Fatel last week and I think James is lame going into this bout.

Zach Davis: You're not giving Fatel much of a chance, Erin?

Erin Robbins: Eh, not really. I mean I'm impartial of course--

Zach Davis: *cough*BULLSHIT!*cough*

Erin Robbins: I just think Serial Thrilla has Fatel's number.

Zach Davis: Fatel is getting right in Thrilla's face and this match hasn't even started! Referee Zip Wingdinger is trying to keep 'em separated.

Zip Wingdinger: Ahh, fuck it. Have at it, you two!

Zip calls for the bell.


Fatel spits in Thrilla's eye and a very pissed off Serial Thrilla darts toward Fatel. Fatel alertly evades Thrilla and drop toe holds him into the corner. Thrilla lands face first into one of the turnbuckle, nearly knocking him unconscious.

Zach Davis: Not a good start for Serial Thrilla! He could be out cold!

Erin Robbins: But he's so gorgeous! No! Thrilla, wake up!

James Fatel swarms Serial Thrilla with knees, kicks and elbow strikes, showing no relent and no remorse toward his disoriented foe. Fatel is all over Thrilla, not even giving him the space to breathe.

Zach Davis: Fatel is smothering Thrilla! Thrilla is trying to fight back to his feet, but Fatel is relentless!

Erin Robbins: I do not have the ability to understand this.

Zach Davis: I'll leave you to your crestfallen ways, Erin, but I'm going to do my job and call this match.

Fatel gives Thrilla enough space to stand up-- but immediately charges in with a stiff kick to the face, knocking Thrilla over the top rope!

Zach Davis: Goodness, Thrilla hit his head on the outside of the ring! He could have a concussion.

Erin Robbins: ...

Fatel bides his time and lets the referee count out Thrilla.

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...




Serial Thrilla begins to stir on the floor outside of the ring.

Zip Wingdinger: FOUR...



Zach Davis: Thrilla is on his feet!

Erin Robbins: Yay!

In the blink of an eye Fatel springboards off the top rope and cleans Serial Thrilla's clock with an insane missile dropkick! The impact from the kick sends Thrilla plunging into the crowd barrier. Thrilla is writhing in obvious pain as Fatel pummels him with more strikes and then rolls him into the ring.

Zach Davis: It looked like Thrilla might have gotten his second wind, but James Fatel sure put that nonsense to bed.

Erin Robbins: Zach, I'm having trouble swallowing this.

Zach Davis: I guess there's a first time for everything, Erin.

Fatel stretches Thrilla about like a pretzel and flips him to the mat before cinching an armbar and tweaking the limb for added pressure.

Zach Davis: Thrilla is in trouble here! Fatel is a master of those submission holds and he's got that armbar locked in tight!

Erin Robbins: Look how muscular Thrilla's arm is! There's no way that he taps out!

Zach Davis: You can wish and hope and sing and mope, Erin. None of that really matters. It's up to Thrilla to dig deep and find a way out of this predicament.

Erin Robbins: So matter of fact, Zach Davis. So boastful and arrogant!

Zach Davis: Erin, you sold the man short before the match even began. Do I enjoy watching you eat that crow? Yes, I do.

Erin Robbins: Sick in the head, Zach Davis. Sick, sick man.


After several excruciating moments in James Fatel's armbar, Serial Thrilla finally manages to grab the ropes and break the hold. Fatel goes right back to the attack, wearing Thrilla down with strikes to the head and neck, softening up his bigger and stronger opponent.

Zach Davis: The Wolf is meticulously picking apart Tha Serial Thrilla.

Fatel backs off of the overwhelmed Thrilla and lets him up to his feet-- but this is just another clever tactic by Fatel as he charges for the attack, hitting his patented running Yakuza kick... but he missed!! Serial Thrilla ducks the attempted TKO from Fatel and Fatel gets crotched on the top rope. The crowd points at Fatel's busted balls and laughs.

Erin Robbins: Hahaha look at Fatel! He'll never have kids now!

Zach Davis: That may or may not be true, Erin, but Serial Thrilla is woozy in his own right. He needs to get it together and seize this opportunity!

A staggered and disorderly Serial Thrilla pulls the crotched Fatel into the meat of the squared circle, feeding off of the energy from the fans.


Thrilla plants Fatel with a belly to belly suplex and then signals that it's time to end this charade.

Zach Davis: Well, it looks like Thrilla is back on track and ready to close out "The Wolf" James Fatel!

Erin Robbins: I never doubted it for a moment, Zach. This Serial Thrilla is really gonna go places in WCF and do big, big things!

Thrilla positions himself in the corner and waits for Fatel to get to his feet.

Zach Davis: I think Thrilla is setting up for the Shot of Greatness, that hard spear of his.

Indeed, Fatel gets to his feet and Thrilla charges in for the spear-- but Fatel has it scouted and leapfrogs Thrilla! Thrilla barrels into the turnbuckles with a head of steam and this time he does knock himself unconscious before dropping to the mat. The headfirst tumble onto the mat temporarily revives Thrilla before Fatel locks in his version of the Cattle Mutilation.

Zach Davis: What a sequence of events! James Fatel was moments away from defeat but now he has Tha Serial Thrilla "Howling in Pain"!!

Erin Robbins: WhoOOOaAAAaooaoaahahahhh!!


Thrilla tries to hang on...



Zach Davis: Thrilla tapped! It's over! Fatel wins!

Erin Robbins: I repeat myself-- I do not have the ability to understand this.

Fatel keeps the hold locked in until Zip Wingdinger finally manages to pry him off of the defeated Serial Thrilla. Fatel kips to his feet and taunts the fans with that cold, cocky demeanor of his before slinking through the ropes and returning to his seat in the audience.

Zach Davis: Well the man paid for his seat and it looks like he's going to enjoy it! James Fatel picks up the win, folks, and in mighty impressive fashion!

Fatel ignores the boos and jeers from the fan as he sits silently in his seat.

Shadows Segment

The tron above the stage comes to life as black mist rolls in from under the stage.

Zach Davis: What in the world is going on?

Erin Robbins: I don't know, but I think it might have to do with the Shadows again.

The lights go out and come back on as the scene changes on the tron to an abandoned warehouse somewhere in the city. We see Denise still tied to the chair struggling against the chains that still wrapped around her. Two black figures stand on either side of her hidden by the shadows in the room.

Shadow #1: Denise there is no sense of you trying to struggle in an attempt to escape because its not going to happen. You have been chosen, the darkness calls your name its time for you Denise HAHAHA to return home. You need to open your eyes and realize the opportunity that is placed before you. Denise you will be the first to bow at the devils feet and you won't be the last. What's it gonna be Denise are you going to give your soul to the Shadows of Darkness or do we need to do this the hard way. I will forewarn you if you chose the other way I promise you we will drag your lifeless body to slam next week and we shall sacrifice you. Denise there is no choice FOLLOW THE SHADOWS.

Denise looks up, knowing that she was in a weakened state, but she still wouldn't give in to what they wanted. She had to hold out just a little longer.

Denise: I won't give in. Night Rider and Vengeance are still out there, and they will come for me.

Shadow #2: The words of the wise have saved many from doom in the past. You know for yourself that is a fact. Heed well the words that have been spoken, Take to heart the words yet to be said. Even someone of your caliber can learn a thing or two. If you choose to resist it will be futile. You know you can not resist the calling inside of you. The way your soul longs for the darkness. Listen to the voices that hide in your own inner shadow. You are us and we are you. The sooner that you realize the truth the better it will be for you. FOLLOW THE SHADOWS.

Denise lowers her head knowing that she would fight or do whatever she had to for Night Rider and her friends, but even she knew that these so called "Shadows" meant business.

Shadow #1: What shall it be Denise? Will you join with us, or will you suffer for those you care for?

Shadow #2: If you fight us you will regret your actions no matter what you do. Join us and you will see them again.

Denise closes her eyes knowing that they were right. There was no way out of this but to join with them. The lights go out, and all that is heard is the sound of chanting, and then the sound of a scream. When the lights come back up, Denise is gone, and the lights in the arena go out, and come back up with the symbol burned into the mat.

Zach Davis: What in the hell just happened?

Erin Robbins: I'm not sure but whatever it is it can't be good for Denise.

Zach Davis: Who are these Shadows? I mean I thought they were nothing more than a joke but they might have killed D'Evil!

Erin Robbins: I don't know about that Zach. From what they claim she can't be killed and she's not that easy to take down.

Zach Davis: That's true. Night Rider must be beside himself right now. He left her in their hands.

Erin Robbins: I'm sure that between security and Night Rider they'll find her. We'll be back after this.

Jayden Thunder vs Zack Wild

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: Here comes Zack Wild. He always looks like he's having a blast.

Erin Robbins: Why wouldn't he? He's coming off a victory over his opponent in this match. Beat him last week on Slam in tag match.

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 not taking his eyes of Zack Wild.

Kyle Steel: And weighing in at 218 pounds, from Knoxville, Tennessee, 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. He 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: Jayden Thunder obviously is all business tonight. He hasn't looked away from Zack Wild not once.

Erin Robbins: Well, I'm sure he's pissed off after receiving the shot from O.G.'s AK last week. Zack is O.G.'s partner so I'm sure
Jayden's looking to send a message tonight.

Zach Davis: This is both men's single debut. Both looking to prove themselves here in WCF.

Erin Robbins: It can go either way. Jayden's been turning heads the past month while Zack has also impressed.

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


Thunder and Wild lunge after each other in the middle of the ring with a slugfest. Thunder gains the advantage with hard shots to the body but Wild answers back with some shots of his own.

Zach Davis: These guys are trying to beat the hell out of each other.

Erin Robbins: They don't like each other. They've shown that this past week over Twitter.

Thunder and Wild lock up jockeying for position. Wild manages to irish whip Thunder into the ropes. As Thunder rebounds Wild goes for a clothesline but Thunder ducks and bounces off the opposite and catches Wild with a Leg lariat kick to the face taking Wild down.

Zach Davis: What a kick. Jayden using his feet like usual as weapons.

Erin Robbins: But will they be enough to keep Zack Wild down?

Thunder goes for a quick cover.

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...


Zach Davis: I guess not.

Erin Robbins: Duh.

Thunder gets to his feet and grabs Wild's arm pulling him to his feet as well. Thunder tries to irish whip Wild into the ropes but Wild hangs on and catches Thunder with a DDT. Wild begins stomping Thunder with hits to the chest keeping him flat.

Zach Davis: The momentum keeps shifting back and forth. What an exciting match.

Erin Robbins: Neither man wants to lose. I'm sure they'll pull out all the stops to ensure walking away with the victory.

Wild takes a second to showboat to the crowd and Thunder catches him off guard with a Legsweep. Thunder pops right back up to his feet and heads up the turnbuckle and waits for Wild to get to his feet. Once Wild is up Thunder goes for a Missile dropkick but Wild moves out of the way just in time as Thunder crashes to the mat.

Zach Davis: Ooooh Thunder crashes and burns.

Erin Robbins: He shouldn't have tried for that Missile dropkick. He should have stayed on Wild.

Wild goes for the cover.

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...



Wild stays on Thunder grabbing his head and pulling him up. Wild kicks Thunder in the gut and places Thunder head in a standing headscissors position and lifts him up going for a powerbomb. Thunder fights back with punches to the head and Wild stumbles. Finally Thunder escapes with an Hurricanrana that sends Wild over the ropes to the floor.

Zach Davis: Whoa that was nice. Zack Wild was going for a Powerbomb looking to plant Jayden Thunder but Thunder countered nicely.

Erin Robbins: And he doesn't look finished what's he doing now?

Thunder uses the ropes to get back on his feet. He scouts Wild slowly getting to his feet. Thunder runs to the opposite side of the ring bounching off the ropes, rebounds, and then charges at Wild going through the ropes with a Suicide dive.

Zach Davis: Heatseeker! Thunder hits a nice Suicide dive.

Erin Robbins: Jayden goes high risk and it pays off.

Both men are down gasping for air on the floor. Thunder uses the rope and Wild uses the announcer's table pulling themselves up to a vertical base. Thunder and Wild lunge after each other and have another slugfest, this time Thunder changes it up with a flurry of fast, impactful kicks to Wild's legs and body. Wild does everything he can to stay on his feet and manages to get in a cheap shot and levels Thunder him with a hard clothesline on the arena floor. While Thunder is down Wild begins clearing the announcer's table on the outside.

Zach Davis: What's Zack doing! He needs to get Thunder back into the ring and pin him.

Erin Robbins: He's obviously has some bad intentions. Obviously this is going to be Wild.

Wild looks at the crowd and makes a cut throat gesture before grabbing Thunder and drags him over to the announcer's table. Thunder tries to fights back but Wild answers with forearm strikes to the head staggering Thunder. Wild lifts Thunder and tries to place him on the table but Thunder swings his leg around, striking with a Roundhouse kick out of no where. The impact sends Wild back first onto the table and Thunder then hops up on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. Thunder raises his right arm in the air with a closed fist pointing to Wild before soaring into the air cocking his elbow and crashes through the table with a Diving elbow drop to Wild. The crowd erupts at the carnage.

Crowd: This is Awesome! This is Awesome!

Zach Davis: Holy crap Thunder puts Wild through the anouncer's table with a diving elbow drop from.

Erin Robbins: I have to agree with the crowd. This is awesome. These guys are beating the hell out of each other.

Both men are not moving obviously aching in pain. Thunder begins to move rolling off of Wild and tries to find his composure and heads for the ring. Wild begins to move as well following behind Thunder crawling towards the ring. Thunder uses the apron to get to his feet and grabs Wild and tosses him into the ring. Thunder holds his ribs and slides into the ring.

Wild shows guts and gets back up to his feet asking for more. Wild locks up with Thunder and gets in a few shots to the midsection to Thunder's bruised ribs. Wild backs Thunder up into the ropes and irish whips him to the opposite side, as Thunder rebounds Wild charges towards Thunder going for a Spear. Thunder dodges and as Wild recovers Thunder catches Wild with an Enzuigiri striking the back of the head of Wild stunning him. Thunder then lifts Wild on his shoulder and hits a Death valley driver driving Wilds head in the mat.

Zach Davis: The Shock Drop! He hits it. It's over!

Erin Robbins: Its gotta be Zach!

Zip Wingdinger: ONE...




Zach Davis: Jayden Thunder is victorious in his singles debut match.

Thunder celebrates while "Thunderstruck" by AC/DC blares from the P.A. system.

Erin Robbins: Momentum shifted back and forth with each man wanting to impress here tonight. What a match.

Chase Michaels vs Lilith

Erin Robbins: Up next, the brand new Elite Champion and soon to be Internet Champion, Lilith squares off against Chase Michaels.

Zach Davis: This is going to be a tough one on both ends. That's for sure.

Erin Robbins: Oh please, what has Chase Michaels ever done around here? Lilith has been on FIRE lately and I expect that to continue here tonight.

Zach Davis: It's no secret that Lilith seems to be unstoppable since making her return to the company. She is in a relationship with Sarah Twilight and from what I understand has been training intensly. It's definitely showing with her performances.

Erin Robbins: Of course it is. She's training with the best wrestler on the planet! Look at the results!

Zach Davis: Way to be unbiased, Erin. Anyhow ... whatever way you slice it, Chase Michaels isn't going to be a pushover. He doesn't have Sarah Twilight to give him Elite Championships. He's just coming to fight.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall ...

"Absolute Zero" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring ... from Bakersfield, California... weighing in at two hundred twenty pounds.... he is "The Lone Wolf" CHASE MICHAELS!

They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his opponent.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...

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: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds, she is the WCF Elite Champion ... 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.

Erin Robbins: Here is an interesting statistic ... Michaels outweighs Lilith by about a hundred pounds ... and yet with the recent success of Lilith, Michaels is the underdog in this match.

Zach Davis: What Lilith lacks in size she makes up for in pure insanity. Though Michaels' size compaired to her is just very intimidating. He came to fight, that's for sure!

Erin Robbins: Really? Because it doesn't appear to me that Lilith is intimidated.

Refree Peter Laos calls for the opening bell and an enraged Michaels immediately rushes at Lilith. She drops him down to the canvas with a quickly executed drop toe hold. Michaels's face meet the mat. He shakes it off, becoming more angered. As he pushes himself up from the mat, he is met by a vicious snap kick to the side of the face courtesy of the raven haired beauty.

Erin Robbins: That is the veteran ring awareness of Lilith, who has been learning a LOT from Sarah Lilith. Michaels coming into this thing with emotion and Lilith is exploiting it.

Zach Davis: Well she'd better keep him off of his feet because he is one pissed off wolf. And by the looks of things, keeping him down isn't going to be easy.

Michaels shakes off the cobwebs after being kicked in the face and again pushes himself up. This time he does get to his feet. He charges Lilith for a clothesline but she ducks under the attempt and instead pulls him down with a neckbreaker. She immediately goes for the quick cover. Laos slides into position.



Michaels easily launches the much smaller Lilith off of him. But she is back on him in a hiccup as she dives in with a low, baseball slide dropkick that catches him in the head as he was still prone.

Zach Davis: That speed advantage is effectively being used here. Lilith is going to try and pick Michaels apart little by little. Make the size difference ineffective for him.

Erin Robbins: That's because she is, as Sarah Twilight told us last week, the greatest professional wrestler on the roster today! You are looking at the very best as she plies her craft.

Zach Davis: Uhm ... sure Erin. Whatever you say.

Michaels has yet to be able to keep a vertical base, and as he again pushes himself up, Lilith is back on him. This time running at him and using her momentum to grab hold of his head as he is knealt and DRIVE him face first into the canvas with a DDT. Once again, she goes for a quick pinfall. Again Laos is in position.




Michaels launches Lilith off of him again, though with a bit less "umph" than the first time.

Erin Robbins: And she is effectively wearing him down already. He can't keep up with her offense.

Zach Davis: But how long can Lilith keep up that pace? She isn't going to lift Michaels ... he's far too big ... even for someone as tenacious as she is. A good deal of the devastating offense she normally has at her disposal is basically null.

Erin Robbins: Oh please, she's much better than this guy.

Lilith remains on the offensive, moving back in at Michaels as she reaches down and starts yanking him to his feet. Though once mostly vertical, Michaels SHOVES Lilith back with such force it sends her bouncing into the ropes. On the return she hops up for a leapfrog and Michaels catches her! He PLANTS her down HARD with a powerbomb! The crowd actually cheers in some sections.

Zach Davis: And that is the beginning of the end from what I can see. Lilith is done!

Erin Robbins: No! She's got plenty left. He ... he just got lucky is all.

Zach Davis: You don't sound very confident.

Michaels again shakes off the cobwebs after the initial onslaught and he drops down, covering Lilith for the pinfall ... now having demolished her with the devasating powerbomb. Laos once again drop into position.




Lilith shoots her shoulder up off of the canvas. Michaels SLAPS the canvas in frustration.

Erin Robbins: She kicks out!

Zach Davis: Michaels finding out that it might take a bit more to put Lilith away.

Michaels hauls Lilith to her feet, still very frustrated that this hadn't yet ended. As he pulls her up, she unexpectedly sends a hard knee to his gut ... and then another. He backs away from her momentarily ... but she remains aggressive, now pulling his head down and sending knee after knee into his face. One good one that catches him in the nose sending him stumbling back a few paces as he tries to shake it off.

Zach Davis: That one rattled him it seems.

Erin Robbins: It is that adaptive offense. Lilith is just amazing in that ring.

Zach Davis: Well, for anyone else who is sick of hearing Erin ramble on about how great Lilith is ... let's talk about the other participant in this match. Michaels is a very technically skilled competitor... and he employs a very straight forward offense that relies on his dexterity and maneuverability with which to decimate the opposition. Now maybe we can get back to actually calling this match from both sides.

Erin Robbins: Rude!

Lilith continues to stalk Michaels as he moves away by a good number of steps. As he turns around, he suddenly rushes Lilith out of nowhere and he CONNECTS with a running knee strike. Lilith is damn near broken as the knee connects with her head. Chase wastes no time and covers her emphatically as he looks at Laos, who slides into position.

Erin Robbins: Oh no! I can't watch this!

Zach Davis: And your so called greatest wrestler just got her lights knocked out!




Lilith shoots her shoulder up!

Zach Davis: WHOA!

Erin Robbins: YES! She is still in this! Come on Lilith!

Michaels is BESIDE himself. He rushes up and grabs Laos by the shirt, demanding that it was three. Laos is shaken up, but he asserts himself and holds firm that it was only a two count.

Erin Robbins: And here is where he falls apart.

After realizing he is getting nowhere with the arguing, Michaels returns to Lilith and hauls her up. Deciding to put the final exclamation on this ... he lifts her easily for THE CONVICTION. But instead, she shifts her weight and drops herself down behind him as she is near the turnbuckle now, sending a dropkick into his back and staggers him forward a few steps.

Erin Robbins: And Lilith gets herself out of that predicament. Michaels really wanting to end this.

Zach Davis: Oh, are we actually calling the match now? Well damn, took you long enough.

Michaels turns around and he rushes Lilith again this time for a shoulder tackle. She sidesteps at the last moment and Michaels connects with the ringpost shoulder first ... even appearsing to graze the side of his head on the steel as he staggers out of the corner and teeters on the ropes for balance, glossy eyed.

Erin Robbins: Nobody home and now he's in trouble. He may have hit his head on the ring post.

Zach Davis: He went to that well once too often. Can Lilith capitalize here?

As Michaels teeters, Lilith grabs hold of him by the back of the head and she walks him back to the turnbuckle SMASHING his head into it.

Zach Davis: She looks like she's lost it now!

Erin Robbins: Teddy Bear Triumph!

Over and over and over again she smashes his head against the turnbuckle. She pulls him out of one corner and into another, smiling and laughing the entire time. Chase's head is bounced off of every corner of the wing until he is barely even able to stand any longer.

Zach Davis: DAMN!

Chase staggers back into her after being beaten around the ring like one of Lilith's teddies, and right into a sarcastic blown kiss from her. She grabs him up and ... right into a spike DDT!

Erin Robbins: Well ... blown Kiss of Death? I can't blame her for not wanting to touch his lips!

Zach Davis: Oh will you stop?!

She rolls him over slowly and drops over him for the cover. Laos again in position.




Bell rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... LILITH!!!

Erin Robbins: And another one in the books for Lilith. That was ... that was just amazing.

Zach Davis: I still don't believe I just saw that.

Erin Robbins: Michaels giving his best against the Elite Champion and soon to be Internet Champion. And actually, he did quite well.

Zach Davis: Hell of a performance. No shame at all in a defeat like that. Anytime you step into that ring you gotta bring your game. I think that he did just that.

Gravedigger vs Kevin

“Baby Got Back” by Sir Mix-A-Lot plays and out walks Kevin. He starts breaking it down on the entryway as women throw their underwear at him. He throws them back, but always keeps a pair and puts in his left pocket since he’s left handed. Then he walks down the ramp slapping hands with the fans, but when he sees a nerd, he punches them in the face. Then he slides into the ring and poses on one of the turnbuckles as the fans cheer him. Then he gets ready for the match.

Erin Robbins: No way he lasts 5 minutes against Gravedigger.

“Hit ‘Em Up” by Lil Wayne hits the speakers and the crowd immediately starts booing and out from the back walks Gravedigger followed by Miguel and Adrian from MS-13. Gravedigger is carrying a chair with him down the ramp.

Zach Davis: Hey what is he doing with that chair?!

Erin Robbins: Making me right is what he’s doing! No DQ means he can do whatever he wants.

Gravedigger walks up to the side of the ring, pulls himself up onto the apron and tosses the chair into the ring at Kevin who catches it, with a confused look on his face. Gravedigger climbs in between the ropes and Kevin looks around confused with the crowd yelling at him to hit Gravedigger with it. He jumps forward at Gravedigger and swings. Gravedigger ducks, turns and blasts Kevin with a nasty Grave Marker, smashing the chair into his face.

Gravedigger stands up, smirking at the crowd. The crowd boos heavily. Gravedigger puts his foot on Kevin’s chest.

Zach Davis: Not like this! This is so cheap!

1…2…Gravedigger lifts his foot up, causing even more boos from the crowd. Gravedigger picks up Kevin and whips him across the ring. Gravedigger catches him with a huge spinebuster in the center of the ring. Gravedigger walks over to the ropes, climbs up and then leaps off.

Erin Robbins: Death From Above!! Haven’t seen that in a LONG time.

Gravedigger gets up and looks down at Kevin again. He puts the foot on his chest one more time.

1….2…again Gravedigger takes his foot off at the last second.

Zach Davis: Oh come on!! This is ridiculous!

Gravedigger looks out at the crowd laughing when Kevin reaches up and punches Gravedigger right in the groin. The Hall of Famer goes down. Miguel and Adrian start to climb in the ring but Gravedigger sees them and waves them away.

Erin Robbins: Gravedigger showing respect for his opponent by waving off his friends.

Zach Davis: Oh who are you kidding?! He’s doing this just to torture Kevin. He could have put him away already on two different occasions.

Gravedigger starts standing up and Kevin is on him, hammering him with lefts and rights. He backs Gravedigger up into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Gravedigger reverses it and plants Kevin with a huge powerslam.

Zach Davis: Kevin has been fighting an uphill battle thanks to that chair shot at the beginning.

Erin Robbins: I seem to remember Kevin using the chair first. He just wasn’t quick enough for Gravedigger.

Gravedigger picks Kevin up off the mat and lifts him up onto his shoulder. Gravedigger grins out at the crowd with a cocky grin and taunts the crowd. He goes to drop Kevin with a Death Driver, but Kevin shoves off his back. Gravedigger quickly turns around and is speared by Kevin to the mat.

Zach Davis: The Heisman!! Wow!! Gravedigger was not expecting that!

Kevin quickly goes for the cover.

1…kick out!

Gravedigger wastes no time getting up and Kevin starts hitting Gravedigger with rights again, but Gravedigger blocks one and headbutts Kevin. Kevin shakes the cobwebs out and swings at Gravedigger again. Gravedigger ducks and kicks Kevin in the gut as he turns around again…DEATH DRIVER!

Gravedigger covers Kevin.


If Violet Wins, She Gets A US Title Shot
Violet vs Benjamin Atreyu

Zach Davis: Our next match is going to be a good one folks. Violet makes her in-ring debut and she goes up against a man who has been on quite the roll recently, Benjamin Atreyu. If Violet manages to capture the victory here, she has a shot against the US Champion… so she literally has everything on the line here.

Erin Robbins: I think we both know that Violet is going to pick up the victory here, Zach. Have you not seen her since she’s come back? This girl makes Lilith look sane! She’ll do anything to get the win here and you know what? I’m going to love every second of it!

Zach Davis: …Well I suppose it’s all or nothing for Violet here…

Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie cues as Violet appears at the top of the entrance ramp, dressed in a long Red Robe. She raises her arms and once the base starts she throws off the robe as Purple Strobe lights go off beside her. She walks down the ramp, flipping off the occasional fan.

Kyle Steel: From Sacramento, California… weighing in at 115 pounds.... she is VIOLET!!!

The crowd continues to boo and hiss Violet as she gets to the apron and pulls herself up, she puts her back to the ropes before winking and flipping herself backwards over the top rope, landing on her feet on the other side. With an evil grin she backs up into a corner, leaning and waiting for her opponent.

Zach Davis: This crowd is letting Violet know just what they think of her here…

Erin Robbins: Who cares what they think? These fans are idiots.

“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.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Saint Paul, Minnesota and weighing in at two hundred and thirty one pounds, self-proclaimed "God Given Greatness"… BENJAMIN ATREYU!

He slides into the ring and jumps to his feet. He walks to the center of the ring, raising his fist in the air, as if announcing his victory was assured before the match even began. The crowd erupts in boos he steps back into his corner.

Zach Davis: Woah and it sounds like the crowd hates this guy just as much…

Erin Robbins: You could say that again…

Zach Davis: The bell rings and this thing is underway!

Violet and Atreyu get nose to chest, Their eyes are deadlocked and they both look ready to explode. The ref orders them to their corners and calls for the bell. As the bell rings the two charge one another, Violet goes for a baseball slide into the larger Atreyu's knee but Benjy is quick and hops up over her as Violet quickly springs up herself. Benjamin goes to grab her only to be caught with a spinning kick to the gut, followed by a European uppercut. Atreyu is stunned, Violet grabs him tightly and delivers a nicely executed suplex that sends him CRASHING into the mat.

Zach Davis: Violet wasting no time! She wants to make a name for herself and tonight is definitely the night to do it!

Erin Robbins: Yeah, well look again! Atreyu is no slouch. He has the same opportunity and has no plans of letting Violet ruin his time to shine!

As Violet adroitly hops up she turns around only to see Atreyu stand up and glare at her as if the suplex had almost no effect on him and the crowd boos.

Zach Davis: Violet not deterred by Benji's arrogance.

Violet rushes the Future Gods Inc member quickly and delivers a nice tackle, taking Atreyu off his feet, She lands a right hand to the face but as she goes for another one, he grabs her head and pulls it down to his waist, his legs wrap around her head as he begins to lock in a triangle hold and the crowd boos like crazy.

Zach Davis: This is going to be a tough night for Atreyu as Violet is a tough competitor.

Erin Robbins: Violet making a complete turnaround from what was Makayla Cooper. One that has obviously gotten her noticed.

But Violet, seeing this wiggles her way free and flips over locking in an armlock submission on Benjamin, who uses his strength and lifts up his smaller pound opponent and slams her to the mat.

Erin Robbins: And look at that. Power pure and simple!

Zach Davis: Wait, but look at this!

Violet gets back to her feet. The slam shaking her up a bit, but the adrenaline keeps her going. Atreyu wastes no time as he moves in at Violet. She delivers a kick to the gut that doubles Benjamin over. She follows up by grabbing him for an Irish whip, but it's reversed. Atreyu grabs her and whips her into the ropes as she comes off he catches her and lifts her up into a military press, does one, two, three shoulder presses and drops her to the mat like a sack of potatoes as she lands down hard. Violet slowly gets up only to be caught by a bicycle kick to the face, sending her flying into the corner. Benjamin rushes her with a running lariat, but she dodges and he hits nothing but turnbuckle shaking the ring and shaking himself up in the process.

As Atreyu spins around from the impact, he is caught by a jumping neck-breaker from the smaller Violet, he rolls back up to his feet up only to be hit in the face by a Somersault Axe Kick, Benji is stunned as Violet delivers a kick that is almost a low blow, perhaps unintentionally. She is warned by the ref. Violet follows up with a double underhook DDT. She goes for the cover and the ref is down in position for the count.






Atreyu kicks out with authority, launching Violet up off of him. But she stays on the offensive and before he can get himself to his feet she sends a VICIOUS kick into his chest. Benji rolls to his side, shaking off the cobwebs.

Zach Davis: Atreyu able to kick out, and Violet is still on the offensive!

Erin Robbins: She knows how to wear someone down, and most importantly to keep the offensive pace going.

Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu is no slouch either, Shannan!

Erin Robbins: Oh absolutely not. But, this IS her shot at the U.S. Championship at stake ...

Violet moves in, giving Atreyu no time to regain himself. She grabs his arms and pulls them back, placing her foot on the back of his head and she SHOVES his face and jaw into the canvas.

Zach Davis: Curb Stomp!!!

Erin Robbins: Benji is clearly dazed! I don't think he was expecting her to put the fight to him like this!!

Benjamin struggles to his feet and Violet is there on the attack as she charges him. Though Atreyu catches her, hugs her tightly, connects with a head butt and unleashes an overhead belly to belly suplex, sending the smaller Violet through the air and down to the mat.

Zach Davis: Back and forth action. Both competitors giving it their all. Violet wants to put herself into TV Title Contention.

Erin Robbins: And Benjamin Atreyu wants to keep her out of it!

Back in the ring, Atreyu follows up his suplex as he whips Violet into the ropes and connects with a tilt a whirl back breaker, She is down and Benji grins confidently.

Erin Robbins: Benji has the size and power advantage. This is where he can take advantage.

Zach Davis: Size doesn't always matter, Shannan. Violet has proven capable of holding her own against larger competitors.

Atreyu picks up the slightly dazed Violet, lifts her up and places her on the top turnbuckle, he climbs up with her and looks out to the crowd as they boo loudly. Violet punches Benji in the face, but he retaliates and Violet is stunned but not as much as Atreyu thinks as she grabs his head and judo tosses him out of the ring from the turnbuckle as Benjamin flies through the air and hits the cement floor hard. Violet quickly spins around points to the crowd and hits a flying elbow drop on Atreyu, WHAM. Both are down now and after some time, Violet is the first to her feet. Atreyu climbs back to his feet and he rushes at her, but she catches him unexpectedly with a drop toehold and he falls down FACE FIRST into the ring steps. His head is now BUSTED open!!!

Zach Davis: Oooh! This one takes a turn for the worst. I don't think Violet intended on using the ring steps. She just reacted out of instinct.

Erin Robbins: You really can't tell with Violet. That may have indeed been purposely done.

Violet rolls him into the ring and quickly follows him in as he stands up, she delivers a HARD kick to his gut. He doubles over and she rolls over him with a sunset flip, executing it nicely on the larger Benjamin Atreyu, count….





Zach Davis: No! Atreyu kicks out!!

Erin Robbins: What a close call!

Atreyu makes it to his feet. Violet focuses on the bloody mess that is his face, and she starts nailing HARD punches at him, further spilling his blood as she nails the wound. She jumped around, hooking his arms for perhaps a crucifix pin or octopus stretch, but Benji is able to steady his balance and he drops her down HARD with a Samoan drop. He stays on her, picking her up and takes her down with a thunderous POWERSLAM. Atreyu arrogantly flexes and the crowd starts BOOING like MAD. Violet, gets up and surprises him with a schoolboy roll up. Ref gets into position.




Benjamin rolls out of it and quickly back to his feet. As Violet gets to hers, he is there with a forearm smash that sends her back down.

Erin Robbins: That was a close one!

Zach Davis: You can't be showboating when you're in the ring with someone as crafty as Violet!

Erin Robbins: I agree with that, she has proven it a few times now.

Zach Davis: So far no one has a clear cut advantage. This can go either way. What a contest for both of them!

Violet quickly gets back to her feet and rushes Atreyu who sends her up and over with a back body drop...she flies over the top rope and hits the FLOOR on the outside!!!! The crowd is going BONKERS! Cheering, Booing...just getting deeply into it all.

Suddenly the lights in the arena begin to flicker as a loud childish giggle is heard through the sound system. Violet has some time to regain herself as a confused Benjamin Atreyu stands in the ring wondering just what the hell is going on.

Edin Robbins: What the… what’s that?!

Zach Davis: Not what… who! And have a guess… seriously why is she even out here? Can she not just let these two end this match one on one…

Erin Robbins: Who is it? Ohhhhhh it’s Lilith! What’s she doing out here? Hahaha look at her, she’s always so… errrrrr… what does she call it? “Happiful”?

Zach Davis: Yeah… despite the fact that this crowd obviously hates her…

Lilith skips down to the ring with a massive grin on her face, she skips around the ring and slides something to Violet, who immediately catches it. She slides back into the ring and Atreyu heads straight after her. Violet takes the object Lilith had given her and holds it out aiming it towards Benjamin.

Zach Davis: Wait what’s that?! What did she just pass her…

Erin Robbins: I’m… I’m not sure but whatever it is Benjamin isn’t aware that Violet even has anything!

Zach Davis: Watch out, Benjamin! …Oh My God! She just… was that?! Violet just sprayed spray paint ... but missed!

Erin Robbins: Damn it! That should have worked!

Atreyu doesn't look amused as he sends a kick right into Violet's gut. forcing her to drop the can. He hauls her up in a burning hammer position and ... DROPS her with Requiem in D Minor!!

Zach Davis: He’s going for the cover…

Erin Robbins: Kick out, Violet!

Zach Davis: The refs started the count…



Erin Robbins: Kick out!


Kyle Steel: Here is your winner .... BENJAMIN ATREYU!!!

Erin Robbins: No! This isn't fair! Violet deserves that match against Remus!

Zach Davis: It was quite an effort, but just not meant to be. Benjamin Atreyu the one thing standing between Violet and Dr. Remus Micayle and he just cut her plans short.

Slam cuts to a commercial break as Lilith helps Violet from the ring, both of them looking very angered by the outcome as they head toward the back.

Television Title Match
Tek vs Caleb Fourchon

Zach Davis: It's that time again, folks-- the Television Championship is up for grabs as Caleb Fourchon defends against TEK!

Erin Robbins: Yippy yippy yay!

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 his 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.

Zach Davis: TEK looked real solid in a recent victory over the Southern Rogue Doc Henry. You think he's got a chance of dethroning Fourchon, Erin?

Erin Robbins: It will be a tall order, Zach, but TEK is a grizzled veteran. He's held gold before in WCF and he knows how to get the job done. I think TEK has a better chance than most people give him credit for.

"Cape Fear Suite" by Bernard Herrmann plays as Caleb Fourchon walks slowly to the ring, eyes focused on his opponent. He leaps to the apron, and then steps over the ropes. Once inside he makes a circuit around the ring while staring at the crowd, before stopping at his corner, where he squats down on his haunches and waits.

Zach Davis: There he is, the reigning Television Champion. Certainly not someone to take lightly. Caleb Fourchon has quickly made a name for himself with a string of impressive victories, including his defeat of Chelsea Black Armstrong at ONE.

Erin Robbins: A lot of people thought that Chelsea was going to hold onto that belt for a long, long time but Caleb had other plans. I don't want to overstate the issue, but Fourchon is one of the most physically intimidating individuals that we've ever seen in WCF. He's as dumb as a box of cocks, but he's not someone that you want to come face to face with in a dark alley.

Zach Davis: Or the back room at a strip club.

Erin Robbins: Indeed, Zach. It's a damn shame what happened to those girls in Providence. We probably should have kept a closer eye on Caleb's movements, but frankly I don't think Sarah cares.

Referee Charles Portmanteau searches TEK for weapons and finds a blackjack in his trunks. Portmanteau admonishes TEK and seizes the blackjack. Charles then searches Fourchon and finds a hunting knife with a ten inch serrated blade tucked in his shorts.

Zach Davis: What the hell? I know the matches are no DQ per the orders of Sarah Twilight, but I think these guys are getting carried away.

Erin Robbins: Jesus Christ, TEK is lucky that Charles Portmanteau did a thorough job of searching Fourchon. I think Caleb was prepared to skin him alive with that knife!

Pre-match weapons search complete, Portmanteau calls for the bell to officially begin the championship bout.


Caleb immediately pounces and tries to grab hold of the smaller TEK, but TEK uses his speed advantage to remain one step ahead of his burly Cajun opponent. While Caleb gives chase, TEK manages to catch Fourchon off guard with some flashy martial arts kicks to the body. Caleb absorbs the kicks and counters with a rake to the eyes and then a rake to the back. Caleb whips TEK into the ropes and follows in hard with a corner splash. Caleb lifts TEK off the mat and plants him with a scoop slam. Caleb taunts to the fans a bit with his gator crawl on the mat and then puts the punches to TEK's skull.

Zach Davis: Caleb Fourchon is a dirty and gnarly individual. He's got this no holds barred grappling style that has given every one of his opponents difficulty so far.

Erin Robbins: He's a big angry redneck from the backwoods of Louisiana, Zach. You think he's gonna be a pushover? That what you expected?

Zach Davis: Not at all. You take one look at the man, one look into those catatonic, bloodshot eyes and you know that Caleb Fourchon is gonna be a tough customer to wrangle with. The only thing is, the man is actually a gifted brawler in the most debilitating sense of the term.

Erin Robbins: Look at him taking apart TEK with those precisely placed clobbering blows. TEK's abdomen hasn't taken this kind of pounding since his last stretch in the clink.

Fourchon lets out a Cajun yarble and then charges TEK with a crushing knee lift to the crown of his skull. TEK is knocked through the ropes and lands on the floor outside of the ring. Caleb barrel rolls through the ropes and grabs the steel chair out from under Kyle Steel's ass cheeks. Kyle is kicked in the throat by Caleb when he tries to grab his chair back. Caleb reels back with the chair, both hands squarely grasped around opposing legs, and repeatedly sends the seat of the chair into TEK's skull with ungodly force.

Zach Davis: TEK is eating one unprotected chair shot to the skull after another. The Coldblooded Assassin is a fighter from the streets of Stockton, California, but even he's hard-pressed to accept this type of punishment without permanent damage being inflicted to his gray matter.

Erin Robbins: The best thing that TEK has going for him at this point is that he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. Even after receiving vicious steel chair shots to the noggin TEK will be able to resume all of his normal functions as if nothing happened. He'll be back slinging dope in no time.

Zach Davis: I don't think that's an appropriate nugget of information to share over the broadcast, Erin.

Erin Robbins: Am I lying or telling the truth, Zach?

Zach Davis: I don't want to get into that, but--

Erin Robbins: Then don't even try to front, Zach.

Caleb sneers like a figure in a John Wayne Gacy finger painting before sending that tenth and final barbaric chair shot into TEK's wavering skull. TEK falls to the ground in parts, first at the ankles, then at the knees, and finally his heart and chest careen toward the ground. The head is remarkably restrained and resilient though it does ultimately sway to the concrete. Caleb Fourchon taunts those fans once more, the Raleigh crowd really getting annoyed with the champion now. They don't like the showboating tactics but Caleb is eating up their disdain. It seems as though their vitriol is fueling Fourchon's onslaught.

Zach Davis: Caleb Fourchon is a callous individual. We've understood his tenacity, witnessed it first hand on several occasions already during his fledgling campaign of terror here in WCF. What we could not have reasoned when he debuted is that he would derive quite such a sick pleasure from debasing his opponents.

Caleb buries his crusty, bunion covered feet into TEK's aching and groggy body, showing no mercy to the defamed and emaciated challenger. Blood is pooling at the feet of the Cajun Crippler but Caleb Fourchon wants more. He pulls TEK to a standing base before whipping the Coldblooded One headfirst into the steel ring post-- BUT, NO! Incredibly, TEK reverses the whip into the post and Caleb swallows a taste of his own medicine in the form of that same steel post!

Zach Davis: Loady doady! TEK ain't dead yet! I'm not sure if he's running on fumes, instinct or cerebral cunning but TEK just bought himself a bit of time and fortuitous whim with that counter. Now it's time for TEK to try to really put a hurting on this Cajun madman.

Erin Robbins: Caleb is already recovering though, Zach. He's a little woozy but he's shaking the cobwebs from his brain and it looks like he's actually enjoying the pain from that steel post impact! He's got that weird little redneck grin on his face!

Referee Portmanteau is trying to restore a semblance of order to the proceedings but he gets piefaced by the TV champ. Caleb makes a beeline for TEK but eats a flurry of strikes: a quick jab, a backhand chop, a shin kick and a front kick in immediate succession. With Caleb staggered, TEK climbs onto the ring ropes and flies off the highest point of the turnbuckles--

Zach Davis: 'oly spit, TEK with the Cold Facts, that insane Corkscrew Shooting Star Press of his! He nailed it perfectly and the Television Champion Caleb Fourchon is sprawled on the concrete floor! I mean TEK hit that spit right on the money! Check out these replays!

Erin Robbins: You could set your watch to TEK's execution of that move. I think a few of the upcoming Olympics competitors in Russia might want to be taking notes on how to execute some swantastic dynamanism.

Zach Davis: You're making up words right now you're so bedazzled, Erin?

Erin Robbins: Yeah that's true, Zach. That's the effect that TEK has on a young bosomy lass. We call that the TEK Factor.

Zach Davis: TEK's future is so bright-- yes, YES he's putting on his shades!! Total Biohazard move right there by TEK!

Erin Robbins: Blood is streaming down TEK's face from every pore of his scalp and forehead but he's looking like a million bucks in those Ray-Ban shades!

TEK ditches the shades into the crowd for a lucky female fan to accept into her poon before dropping to the ground on top of the Television Champion and unleashing hell with a plurality of open handed strikes. The crowd counts off "ONE-TWO-THREE-FOUR" all the way to "TEN!!" which is as high as the North Carolina crowd is able to go even though TEK continues punching to twenty-seven.

Zach Davis: The crowd got a little bit lost but we cut them some slack because it's the South.

Erin Robbins: Exactly, Zach. They're still doing better than the Canadians.

TEK pulls the Cajun caveman to his feet and rails him with a pair of stiff knees to the gut before rolling him into the ring. TEK's eyes are focused, shooting hate rays into Caleb's scalp, as he climbs to the top rope once more. TEK flies off the top with a Phoenix Splash executed perfectly onto the champion! TEK hooks the leg as he anxiously covers Fourchon.

Zach Davis: He hit it! That's gotta be it! New champ!

Charles Portmanteau: ONE...



Zach Davis: Caleb Fourchon kicks out with authority! He took a couple of moments to rest after absorbing that Hayabusa flavored splash from TEK but he lifted TEK onto his feet with the force of that kick out!

Erin Robbins: Caleb Fourchon is an animal. He just rose to his feet and pummeled TEK with that Executioner's Lariat! What breed of degenerate psychosis is this man Fourchon originated from!?

TEK lies throttled on the mat, grasping at his neck, the blood now blinding his eyes from any perception of Fourchon's movement. Fourchon stalks his prey as the wolf to the buffalo. TEK is grounded, precisely where he doesn't want to be. The champion drops a gargantuan knee across the throat of TEK and then locks in a devious yet cunning stomach claw.

Zach Davis: Ooh now there's that stomach claw from Caleb. Such a painful move. His meaty psycho hands are just wearing down TEK's guts right now. That's such a degrading posture for the Coldblooded Assassin.

Erin Robbins: Yeah he's feeling the pain that Fourchon is dispensing right now, Zach. I mean TEK is really taking it in this match-- his head, his neck and now his stomach have been ripe for the pickings from the Herculean Bayou Bengal.

Zach Davis: Fourchon is on his Deliverance tip, Erin. He's punking out TEK by any means necessary. It's painful, it's humiliating and it makes you want to quit on the match. Gotta give TEK credit though-- he's hanging in there.

Erin Robbins: Well these championship opportunities don't come around all the time for a guy like TEK. He's not going to quit even when his guts are ready to pop out of his torso meat. It's just a fact that he's going to have to overcome. And listen to the fans, not that I ever respect the WCF fanbase, but listen to their cheers and shouts of encouragement. They've solidly embraced the underdog TEK in this bout.

TEK is accepting the encouragement from the Raleigh fans as he tries to rally his cause in this compromised position against Fourchon. Caleb is bearing down with hateful claws of stomach but TEK is able to finally grab the ropes. Charles Portmanteau instructs Fourchon to release the hold.

Zach Davis: This is a weird situation-- technically there's no DQ's, but it is the ref's discretion to instruct Fourchon to release the hold.

Erin Robbins: I don't think Sarah is going to appreciate that and it seems like that is precisely what Caleb is intimating to Portmanteau as we speak. Portmanteau is insistent though.

Zach Davis: I mean Portmanteau is sticking to his guns. He doesn't appreciate being undermined by the Cajun Crippler.

Caleb finally abides the ref's commands and releases the stomach claw. TEK is left gasping for air on the mat, his torso having been left tinged with a shade of Laker purple.

Zach Davis: TEK is a Lakers fan of course but I doubt this is how he wanted to show his support for the team.

Erin Robbins: Not at all. I think TEK might need an oxygen mask, but all he'll find from Fourchon is more of those stiff clobbering blows about the head and person!

Caleb is working TEK over good and plenty with Southern style brawling gimmicks. Fourchon ceases the attack long enough to shovel TEK into the turnbuckles like a raw slab of beef. Fourchon charges in for a big corner splash, but TEK somehow has the faculties about him to get a boot up and clock Caleb in the kisser. The champion is stunned and TEK once again flows on chemicals as he leaps from the ropes and plants Caleb with a bulldog! Both men are down.

Zach Davis: Where does TEK find the wherewithal to assert these exhibitions of offense against this mountain of a man?! TEK is hanging on by a thread but he's hanging on nonetheless, Erin.

Erin Robbins: I am sufficiently impressed with TEK's heart and his gumption but he's taken an awful lot of punishment in this match. Can he possibly complete the comeback and score the upset, Zach? Can he really do it?

Zach Davis: I, uh-- Erin, it's a lot to ask of the kid.

Erin Robbins: He's a man, Zach. TEK is a man.

Zach Davis: More of a man than I can aspire to be, that is for certain.

Erin Robbins: Tony Romo is more of a man than you can aspire to be, Zach.

Zach Davis: Low blow, Erin. Awful low blow.

TEK is on his feet first and Caleb quickly follows. TEK goes for his patented jumping STO-- but Caleb blocks it! Caleb grabs TEK and hits a one arm falling powerbomb!

Zach Davis: What the hell? Caleb just hit the Lagniappe Bomb from out of nowhere! How'd he do that?!

Erin Robbins: I don't know but TEK is in a world of hurt!

Caleb hooks TEK's leg as he makes the cover.

Charles Portmanteau: ONE...




Zach Davis: That's it! It's over! Caleb Fourchon retains the Television Championship despite a gutsy showing from TEK!

Erin Robbins: TEK gave it all he had but Caleb was too much for the Coldblooded Assassin. The question is, can anyone stop Caleb Fourchon's title reign?

Caleb snatches his belt from the ref and sneers sadistically at the booing fans as his music plays on the PA.

Chelsea Black Armstrong/Stacy Robinson Segment

The camera cuts back to the locker rooms of the WCF superstars before settling on the door of one Chelsea Black Armstrong, panning over it shows Stacy Robinson approaching as she knocked twice on the door.

Stacy: Chels, it's me...

Various noises can be heard coming through the door before it’s opened as Chelsea stands there looking at Stacy before moving back from the door letting her in.

Chelsea: What are you doing here?

Stacy: I'm here because I want an explanation on why the hell you reacted the way you did on Slam when I was trying to be there for you?

Chelsea: It’s because you don’t understand it…you believe you can walk into the room give me some peppy story about how good everything will be in the end and I’ll be all smiles. That isn’t the case, no matter what you say this isn’t going to just go away.

Stacy: Then help me understand it Chels, we're meant to be friends, we're meant to be sisters! We're supposed to tell each other our problems and then we're supposed to help each other fix those problems.

Chelsea: I don’t know if I can Stacy, I try putting it into words and it just doesn’t work…you want to know the first thing that has actually made any bit of sense to me in weeks?

Reaching into her pocket she pulls out the business card as throwing it across to Stacy as it floats effortlessly to the floor.

Chelsea: I have stared at that card for hours on end and even though I am confused on what it means…it actually makes sense just in the fact that it’s helping me realize…I want something different.

Stacy picks up the card and looks at it before looking back up at me.

Stacy: You aren't seriously considering this are you?

Chelsea: I can’t give you the answer you want here. So many people have told me to throw it away…but I can’t, and don’t even try to get rid of it, I’ve practically memorized every word on that card.

Stacy: You do realize who these guys are closely associated with right? The woman who forced me to compete against Lionheart whilst still pregnant! The woman who is currently in a relationship with the woman who kidnapped your daughter and tortured you! Chels, to even contemplate joining these guys is madness...

Chelsea: I never said I would join them, but I’d be lying if I said the idea wasn’t intriguing…what do I have to lose? Seifer already lost his job, I already lost my championship…and besides even if I were to think about it I’d be talking to Savage not the person you’re thinking about. There’s lines in that relationship, lines I wouldn’t have to cross if I didn’t want to…

Stacy: You know what Chels, do what you want to do, it's not my place to make decisions for you...

Chelsea: No…no it’s not, it’s no one’s place but mine and it’s taken me until recently to figure that out.

Stacy: You're right, I'm sorry for giving a shit and trying to patch up what seems to be a relationship between two women who once called themselves sisters.

Chelsea: I know you want me to get all mushy and teary eyed and say I’m sorry…but I just can’t do that yet. It’s not because I don’t care, it’s the exact opposite, I can’t lie to you Stacy and I’m not going to tell you something I can’t back up and just hurt you more than I have. Whether you believe me or not I’m looking at what’s the easiest route right now.

Stacy looks around the room before she looks at Chelsea with an idea growing in her eyes.

Stacy: Fight with me.

Chelsea: Come again?

Stacy: In the ring, fight with me…against S-Pac. If they want you they’re going to have to pass me first.

As if contemplating the situation a sick smile begins to grow on Chelsea’s lips before she nods.

Chelsea: Make it so.

Jayson Price vs Cormack MacNeill

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: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...JAYSON PRICE!

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.

Zach Davis: Well for the second week in a row we saw Jayson Price take a life in the ring and...

Erin Robbins: I'm sorry, but are you comparing the life of a seagull to that of a person?

Zach Davis: Well that "person" was really just a clone so...yes?

Erin Robbins: You know what, I don't even want to try understanding this insanity. Continue.

Zach Davis: Well as I was saying, last week we saw Jayson Price brutally piledrive the frail body of Steven Seagull into the mat at the end of his Gauntlet Challenge. Steven of course died the following night as most of our fans have already heard.




Zach Davis: THEY AREN'T HIM!

Zach can be heard loudly sobbing as "Deeds No Words" hits the arena sound system. The drumbeat of marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.

Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, from Nova Scotia, Canada...CORMACK MACNEILL!

Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.

Erin Robbins: We haven't seen Cormack around since One when he was part of the Tag Team Title Contendership Battle Royal...

Zach Davis: Ste.....Steven like....liked taaaaaaaaaaag teams.

Erin Robbins: All right, why don't we go ahead and cut Zach's mic until he can get it together.

Zach Davis: WHYYYYYY?!

Zach continues sobbing until his microphone is cut as the referee does a quick check of both wrestlers and calls for the bell.


Cormack comes out of his corner, headed straight for the center of the ring. Price drops down off the turnbuckle and takes his time coming out of the corner, drawing the anger of the Scot. Price with some smack talk and he follows it up with a slap across the face. Cormack's face now bright red with anger but Price does it a second time, a big smirk on his face. Cormack responds with a right hand that drops Price to the mat. Price pops right back up to his feet but Cormack with another right. Cormack now with right after right, driving Price backward toward the ropes. Price wisely gets himself partway through the ropes as the referee has to keep Cormack back.

Erin Robbins: And just like that Cormack has wiped that smirk off the face of Price. It would appear as though the self proclaimed Uncrowned People's Champion has underestimated MacNeill.

Cormack is fuming as he tries to get at Price as he slowly brings himself out of the ropes. Price now putting up his hands as if telling Cormack to come and get him and the referee wisely gets out of the way. Cormack trying for a collar and elbow tie-up and Price obliges. The two big men fighting for control as they shove each other all around the ring. Price ends up backed into the corner as Cormack appears to be trying to drive him through the turnbuckles and ringpost. Price tries his best to get out of the tie-up and ends up eating a forearm to the face. Cormack now unloading with right hands to the face as Price covers up to little avail. The referee finally steps in and starts up a five count. He gets to three before Cormack backs off to a huge pop from the crowd as Price is doing his best to use the ropes to stay on his feet.

Erin Robbins: This crowd firmly behind Cormack in this match.


Erin Robbins: Hey, who gave him a live microphone again?

Zach Davis: MURD-

Price shakes out the cobwebs and brings himself out of the corner, only to get grabbed by Cormack and whipped into the ropes. Cormack tries for a back body drop but telegraphs it. Price stops himself in time, grabs Cormack by the head and delivers a big knee to the face. Cormack drops to his knees and Price tries for the Kneegasm. One knee, two knees, three knees and a fourth one. Price now headed for the ropes and he tries for a running knee but Cormack ducks it. Price misses wildly and Cormack rolls him up from behind.


No, Price with the shoulder up. Cormack the first up to his feet and he does Price the favor of helping him up. Cormack now pulling Price in and lifts him up. Cormack holding him up for a few seconds before finally dropping him with a big powerslam. Another pin attempt.


No, again it's Price getting the shoulder up. Cormack back up to his feet and he drops the elbow across the face. Again he gets up and again he drops an elbow across the face. A third pin attempt by Cormack.



No! Cormack on his knees now as he grabs Price by the face and begins hammering away at him with right hands. The referee steps in to warn him about the closed fists but the damage has already been done as a few drops of blood are coming from Price's mouth. Cormack now up and he's pulling Price up with him. Cormack shoots him into the ropes and tries for a clothesline but Price ducks it. Price coming off the ropes and he hits a chop block to the back of Cormack's knee. Cormack drops down to one knee and Price grabs his head before planting him with a DDT.

Erin Robbins: We knew coming into this match we'd see a brutal fight between two big brawlers but this has already exceeded my expectations.

Price up to his feet as Cormack rolls onto his stomach and tries to push himself up. Price grabs him by the head and pulls him upright. Price pulls him in and tries for a suplex but Cormack blocks it. Cormack tries for a suplex of his own and gets Price up but Price drops down behind him. Price now trying for a German suplex but Cormack again blocks it. Cormack now trying to get the hands of Price unwrapped from his midsection. Price though with a kick to back of the knee that drops Cormack down to one knee. Price pulls him back upright and snaps off a German suplex. Price quickly hooking the leg for a pin attempt.



No! This time it's Cormack getting the shoulder up. Price the first up to his feet as he cuts off Cormack with a kick to the ribs that knocks him over onto his back. Price now grabbing the arm of Cormack as he tries to lock in an armbar. Cormack doing his damndest to fight out of it and ends up eating a boot to the face. Price still trying to lock in the armbar as Cormack tries to reach for the ropes but comes up just short. Price finally gets it locked in as the referee checks on Cormack. Cormack refusing to give up as he reaches out for the ropes a second time but again is just short. The crowd still firmly behind Cormack as they're screaming for him to stay in this match. Price screaming for him to give up already. The referee still waiting to see if he'll give up. Cormack using his free arm to pull himself toward the ropes inch by inch. He reaches out...and gets his hand wrapped around the bottom rope.

Erin Robbins: He got to the ropes!

The referee yells for Price to release the hold and starts up a five count. Cormack is still screaming in pain as Price finally releases the hold at four. Price up to his feet and he backs off as the referee checks to see if Cormack is going to be able to continue on with the match. Cormack waves him off as he slowly pulls himself up to his feet, his left arm being kept close to his body as he's in obvious pain.

Erin Robbins: Cormack is one tough son of a gun but the damage done by that armbar is obvious.

Cormack coming away from the ropes with his right hand up in front of him. Price tries to get close and Cormack throws a right wildly. Price ducks it and comes up with a kick to bad arm. Cormack's instincts kick in as he grabs for his bad arm, leaving him wide open for a right hand from Price. Price now backing Cormack into the corner with right hands as Cormack tries to cover up. Price climbs up to the second rope and begins hammering away at the head of Cormack as the crowd refuses to count along. Price finally quits only after the referee's count reaches five and drops down out of the corner. Price walking away as the referee again tries to check on Cormack but is waved off. Suddenly Price charges the corner looking for a jumping knee to the face when from out of nowhere Cormack pushes himself out of the corner and catches Price out of mid-air. Cormack spinning him around and then plants him with a nasty jumping spinebuster.

Erin Robbins: The Stone Of Kings!

With his good arm Cormack hooks the leg of Price for the pin attempt.




NO! Price able to get the shoulder up at two and a half as the crowd is furious. Cormack sitting up on the mat holding his bad arm as the crowd goes back to cheering him on. He's able to push himself up to his feet as Price is slowly stirring on the mat. With his good arm he pulls Price up to his feet and whips him toward the ropes. Price comes back and Cormack goes for the Glasgow Express but Price ducks it. Cormack spins around and Price nails him with The Downfall from out of nowhere. Price with the cover.


Price puts his feet up on the ropes for extra leverage.


Erin Robbins: No! Look ref!


Price quickly gets his feet off of the ropes and rolls off of Cormack as the crowd boos. "Nightmare" hits the speakers as the referee helps Price to his feet and raises his arm. Price shoves him off and heads for the corner. He climbs up and flips off the fans before raising his arms in celebration.

Erin Robbins: Well there you have it, Jayson Price cheats to pick up the win, ruining what had been a great match and one heck of a showing by Cormack MacNeill. Once again our referees have proved that we need to start administering eye tests as part of their physical.

Price hops out of the corner and exits the ring as we head to commercial.

Oblivion vs Stacy Robinson

Zach Davis: I don’t know what to make of this next match, Erin.

Erin Robbins: These two wrestlers have some history, and both desperately want to walk out of this match as the victor.

‘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.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at one hundred and fifty pounds! Stacy…Robinson!

Stacy reaches the ring and she rolls under the bottom rope, she then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her hands before she unzips her jacket and hands it to the ringside official as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.

Erin Robbins: Well, there she is. She’s got her hands full with the monster tonight.

Zach Davis: You would have to consider Stacy the underdog in this matchup, just from a pure size standpoint. Plus, we know how well Oblivion usually treats females, wrestlers or not wrestlers.

Erin Robbins: Still, Stacy seemed confident this week. She’s going to give this match everything she’s got.

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...


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

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


Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane

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

Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim!!
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale... EXHA-A-A-LE!!

The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Zach Davis: Both competitors are in the ring and it looks like we’re about ready to get this match started!

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The bell rings and the match begins. Stacy Robinson immediately runs at Oblivion and decks him with a missile drop kick. Oblivion stumbles backward, but doesn’t go down. Stacy hustles back to her feet and runs at him, tackling him backward into the turnbuckle. As she drives him into the corner, Oblivion clubs her over the back, knocking her to a knee.

Erin Robbins: Stacy was off and running at the bell, but as simple as one big club over the back and her momentum is stopped.

With one hand, Oblivion reaches down and picks Stacy Robinson up to her feet. He moves out from the corner and whips her against the ropes. As she bounces back Oblivion looks for a clothesline, but Stacy has other plans and hits him with a cross body that takes Oblivion down.

Erin Robbins: Uh, scratch that last comment.

Stacy quickly gets to her feet and immediately goes back to the ropes. She scales the turnbuckle and turns back to Oblivion. She jumps –

Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson getting some air here!

Stacy drives a flying elbow into the heart of the God of Insanity.

Erin Robbins: She’s on fire right now! Who saw this coming?

Robinson rolls off of Oblivion and rises back to her feet. She reaches down and helps bring the big man back to his feet. She sends a stiff kick to his midsection, then takes a step back, and jumps forward hitting him with a hurricanrana. Oblivion almost bounces off the canvas, right back to his feet. Stacy is waiting for him though and puts every ounce of her strength into a European uppdercut that takes Oblivion down.

Erin Robbins: Wow. What a series from Stacy Robinson!

Zach Davis: She’s got the leg hooked for the cover!







Oblivion kicks out with authority, throwing Stacy off of him.

Zach Davis: Good god. The power in that man. It’s only a matter of time until he starts landing some shots on Stacy, and when he does….

Erin Robbins: …yikes.

Oblivion and Stacy Robinson get back to their feet. Stacy attempts to run at Oblivion and execute another crossbody block, but Oblivion catches her in the air and then slams her back into his knee violently for the backbreaker.

Erin Robbins: Ouch. I don’t even know what to say. Just…ouch.

Oblivion stands up and looks down at Stacy Robinson rolling on the mat holding her back. He smiles sadistically and gathers her back up. He manhandles her into the corner and goes to work with a series of vicious shots to her forehead. Oblivion pulls Stacy out of the corner and sends her back to the mat with a belly-to-belly suplex. To add insult to injury, Oblivion lifts Stacy off the mat one more time, lifts her in the air, and then destroys her with the 5150!

Zach Davis: 5150! Stacy Robinson’s head just bounced off the mat!

Erin Robbins: JESUS. That poor girl is out.

Oblivion quickly goes for the cover.









Zach Davis: …but, how?

Erin Robbins: She’s not done just yet, she’s back on her feet!

Stacy runs at Oblivion, who attempts another clothesline. She slides underneath him, and stands up on a dime. As Oblivion turns she hits him with a spinning heel kick. Oblivion stumbles backward and right before he’s about to fall Robinson runs at him and connects with a running corkscrew neckbreaker!

Zach Davis: What. A. Move! Stacy Robinson is showing the full arsenal tonight, even against the bigger and stronger Oblivion!

Stacy Robinson tries another cover.






Erin Robins: Nope. Oblivion kicks out, once again, with authority.

Stacy, having been thrown aside by Oblivion, gets back to her feet. Oblivion follows suit. The monster grabs Stacy and hits her with an axe handle and immediately grabs hold of her and follows it up with a bulldog. With Stacy downed, Oblivion rises back to his feet. He sends a series of stomps to her midsection before bouncing himself off the ropes and dropping a knee onto Stacy’s sternum. Oblivion brings Stacy up with him and hits her with a headbutt. Surprisingly, Stacy doesn’t give any ground. Oblivion hits another headbutt, to the same result.

Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson has shown a lot of passion tonight, but right now she is just showing plain old fashioned toughness.

Oblivion goes for a third headbutt, but Stacy slips out of his grip. She runs forward, stops, turns, and then does a handspring and hitting Oblivion with a back elbow smash as he return to her feet. Oblvion stumbles backward again, but as usual, doesn’t fall. He squares himself toward Stacy Robinson and exchanges a stare with his opponent.

Erin Robbins: Neither of these competitors has given any ground tonight. Stacy has landed shot after shot to the big man, but Oblivion has soaked them up to this point.

Zach Davis: On the other hand, when Oblivion has been able to get his hands on Stacy, he’s inflicted considerable damage. It’s hard to believe she's still putting up a fight.

Oblivion roars and goes for a huge punch, likely to knock Stacy out. She, however, ducks it, and hits a huge Roundhouse Kick!

Erin Robbins: Stacy's Kick!.. oh no..

She follows up with an Inverted Stomp Facebreaker!

Zach Davis: Stacy's Judgement! She hits it!

She drops down and pins Oblivion.




Erin Robbins: Aanndd Stacy Robinson wins it.

Zach Davis: Stacy wins! She avenges Matthew's loss at One!

The bell sounds and Stacy gets to her feet, holding her head in pain. She still climbs the turnbuckle, playing to the fans, celebrating her big win.

Erin Robbins: Well, I-

Oblivion is up! The Monster runs and clubs Stacy from behind. For some reason, the bell keeps ringing, as if Oblivion didn't know the match was over. He clubs her and then switches his position so that he's facing her, Powerbomb position style...

Zach Davis: DAMN! SUPER POWERBOMB!, Oblivion just tossed her from the top and drilled her down into the mat!

The fans boo as Oblivion stomps at Stacy repeatedly. He then grabs her and begins choking her. Security quickly enters the ring... but they're unable to pull him off. MORE security enters the ring and finally they're able to free Stacy from Oblivion's grasp.

Erin Robbins: Oblivion has snapped!... moreso than usual!

The security pulls Oblivion out of the ring, barely restraining the Monster, as Stacy coughs and tries to regain her breath.

Zach Davis: Win or no win, Oblivion stands tall at the end of this match, and I don't think things are over between these two.

Champion vs Champion vs Champion
Logan vs Night Rider vs Remus Micayle

Zach Davis: I don’t know when the last time is I saw a match like this next one, Erin. We have the Hardcore, United States, and People’s champions facing off in the same match!

Erin Robbins: Your right Zach, I’m really looking forward to this one. All three of these wrestlers have been on a roll lately but…only one is going to prevail tonight.

The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.

Zach Davis: First up, the People’s Champion Night Rider!

Crowd: BOOO

Erin Robbins: Listen to these fans! They’re booing their own champion!

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: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is the 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: Has Dr. Remus even lost a match yet?

Zach Davis: Uh…I don’t think so, but regardless, I hate him.

Erin Robbins: I don’t know, I’m sort of drawn to his brand of intelligence.

Zach Davis: That’s because you’re dumb.

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.

Erin Robbins: …and there he is ladies and gentlemen, Mr. WCF.

Zach Davis: Mr. WCF has his work cut out for him tonight, but he’s been in classic form over the last couple of months. For guys like Night Rider and Dr. Remus Micayle, Logan marks a considerable uptick from the competition they’ve been facing.

Erin Robbins: It looks like all three competitors have ditched their respective titles and made their way to their corners. We’re about ready to begin!

Ding, Ding, Ding!

The match starts slowly, with neither of the men in the ring rushing into any sort of action. Remus eyes Night Rider and gives him a nod. Night Rider nods back and the two of them immediately rush Logan. They combine to deliver a shoulder block, knocking Logan back into his corner. From there Night Rider and Remus begin clubbing Logan over the back violently. Using his experience to his advantage, Logan quickly slithers out of the grasp of each men, and ducks underneath them. He lands a quick drop kick to Remus, knocking him to the outside.

Zach Davis: Textbook Logan. You can’t keep the Hardcore Champion at bay, even with two men.

Night Rider turns to see Logan standing behind him. They lock up, with Logan coming away with a side headlock that he turns into a running bulldog. Logan gets back up and grabs a fist full of Night Rider’s hair to bring him back up. Logan then hits…a pelvic thrust.


Zach Davis: …uh, no.

Night Rider is not amused. As Logan is thrusting, Night Rider is punching. A shot to Logan’s temple is followed by another to the chin forcing Logan backwards against the ropes. Night Rider whips him and as soon as Logan hits the ropes…he’s grabbed from the outside by Dr. Remus Micayle!

Erin Robbins: Dr. Remus has dragged Logan to the outside!

Dr. Remus Micayle spins Logan around and lands a kick to his midsection and then whips Logan into the steel ring steps. Satisfied, he slides into the ring where Night Rider is waiting for him. Rider grabs Remus and helps him back to his feet. He attempts to lift him, but the doctor, using his intellect, swats Rider’s hands away and then hits him with an eye rake. As Night Rider tends to his eyes, Micayle puts him in position and then executes a gutwrench suplex. He quickly gets back up and lifts Rider to his feet. Micayle tosses him against the ring post and then runs at him, driving a knee into his chest.

Zach Davis: Dr. Remus Micayle is in full control right now. He looks unstoppable right now, no different than in his previous matches.

Erin Robbins: He’s one impressive wrestler Zach, that’s for sure.

Night Rider slumps to the ground following the shot from Dr. Remus. Micayle watches as Night Rider slowly tries to get back to his feet, holding his chest in pain. He waits…and waits…and finally Night Rider is on his feet. Remus approaches and grabs Night Rider, hitting him with a sitout side slam. He quickly hooks the leg for the cover.

Zach Davis: Here we go!






From the outside, Logan has slid back into the ring and pulls Dr. Remus off of Night Rider. Angered, Micayle gets back to his feet and pushes Logan. Logan pushes back. Micayle pushes again, but this time Logan doesn’t push back. Instead, Logan does a backflip and as his momentum carries him backward he connects with a kick under Dr. Remus Micayle’s chin.


Wasting little time, it’s Logan now going for the cover attempt.








Erin Robbins: Just in the nick of time too. Literally, I think another tenth of a second and Logan would have just won this match.

Now it’s Logan who’s upset. He gets up and pushes Night Rider. Rider pushes back, and here we go once again. Logan pushes Night Rider once more, and the People’s Champion responds with a stiff punch to the side of Logan’s face. Logan stumbles backward and Night Rider follows with a clothesline, laying Logan out.

Zach Davis: Back and forth we go Erin, but it’s now Night Rider trying to take control of this matchup.

Night Rider approaches Logan and helps him back up to his feet. He pushes him into the corner, and then whips him all the way across the ring. Logan spins to allow his back to absorb the punishment. No sooner than he turns, Night Rider splashes into him. Logan is jarred out of the corner, where Night Rider follows with a powerslam. Now it’s his turn to try a cover.







Erin Robbins: Nope! Logan kicks out.

Zach Davis: I saw that one coming. It takes a lot to keep the most decorated wrestler in WCF history down.

As if on que, Logan shakes off the blows he’s just taken and surprisingly tries to get back to his feet. Night Rider puts his foot on Logan’s throat to keep him down, but Logan grabs hold of the foot and spins him to the mat. Just as he’s about to lock in an ankle lock…

Erin Robbins: Look at this! Dr. Remus Micayle is on the turnbuckle!

Zach Davis: What is he doing up there? That’s not his game.

Regardless, Remus leaps off from the turnbuckle and comes crashing down on Logan with a diving crossbody. Night Rider quickly rolls away, avoiding any impact. He rises back to his feet, as does Remus. Remus runs at Night Rider, but Logan trips him up.

Zach Davis: Heh. Even after that, Logan has the wherewithal to…

Unamused, Dr. Remus scampers back to his feet and punts Logan in the head.

Zach Davis: Yeah, nevermind.

However, the distraction has allowed Night Rider a chance to size up Remus. As the doctor turns, Night Rider spring to action hitting him with a flying drop kick. With Dr. Remus Micayle grounded, Night Rider goes to the ropes. He scales the top of the turnbuckle and flies off looking to land a flying double foot stomp onto his opponent. Ever the clever one, however, Micayle quickly moves out of the way. As Night Rider lands on his feet, he stumbles forward and using his momentum Dr. Remus disposes of Night Rider over the top rope.

Erin Robbins: Goodbye Night Rider!

Zach Davis: Look at this, Erin. Logan is trying to get back to his feet and Micayle is stalking him.

Logan gets up on a knee, still shaking off the blow to his head. He then lifts up all the way onto his feet. He looks up and almost immediately….CRASH.

Erin Robbins: GOOD GOD


Logan falls to the mat immediately. Micayle turns back around and drops to make the cover.








Zach Davis: Yes! Dr. Remus Micayle has prevailed in this matchup of champions!

Erin Robbins: He’s unstoppable, Zach. Simply unstoppable. The United States Champion reigns supreme.

Inside the ring Dr. Remus Micayle gets back to his feet and is handed his United States title by the referee. And for the second time in two weeks, Doctor Remus Micayle rolls out of the ring, relieved to have escaped the match without further damage to his body. Clutching his head in pain, Micayle limps to his title and straps it around his waist.

Zach Davis: He's such a lucky man. So, so lucky that this match didn't have higher stakes. If not, I could assure you that this Scientist would have lost that title right here tonight.

Erin Robbins: Don't be ridiculous Zach, the good doctor knows what he's doing! He went up against two of the toughest competitors in the WCF tonight, and having escaped injury is an accomplishment in his own right. He's such a smart guy, and a great wrestler too!

Zach Davis: Bah, humbug! Night Rider clearly deserved the win, and so did Logan! If there's one man that is the epitome of what's wrong in America, it's him - our United States champion Doctor Micayle! So much for his self-professed crusade of Team Science.

Erin Robbins: Oh, you just reminded me! Didn't he say that another video will be coming up after his match? I wonder what message he'll bring this time round?

Zach Davis: Urgh, his torture of poor El Taco last week still rings in my head. I can't bare to watch what nonsense this man has concocted this time round. We haven't seen the taco lover since last week, for your information. Lord knows what Micayle has done to him.

Micayle, having had a moment to catch his breath, quickly signals for a live microphone to be brought to him. The crowd is jeering heavily without him having even said a single word.


Doctor Remus Micayle: Now, down with the hostilities all of you. I know you're unhappy that the match didn't go the way you had expected it to go, but hey, life works like that sometimes.

More boos emerge.

Zach Davis: I really cannot believe how arrogant this doctor is. The only thing this crowd wished the match had was some decapitation. They are still lamenting the torture of El Taco De Genial.

Erin Robbins: Shh, I can barely hear him already. And stop being so rude! You're just jealous that you aren't as intelligent as him. I for one am excited to hear his words.

Micayle starts retreating back the runway backstage, speaking as he continues to walk.

Doctor Remus Micayle: To those who expected a bloodbath, I apologise for not ending either man's career. But do take note that this is merely an exhibition match, where the three of us joust to see who's the superior fighter. Be it a win or a loss, I am still the better man in the ring tonight.


Having reached the top of the stage, he turns his head, brandishing a smirk to the live crowd.

Doctor Remus Micayle: And now... without further ado, here's tonight's Team Science video. Enjoy, and good night.

The Scientist hobbles backstage, still holding his head in pain after the beating he suffered at the hands of the other champions. The catcalls are intensifying as the crowd anticipate the video played on the WCFTron. No doubt they do not want to see another snuff tape.

Erin Robbins: Gosh... I can't wait! I'm so eager to learn from such a smart man! Hail America!

Zach Davis: This is sickening. Are you seriously saying you want to see whatever he created? Do you remember what he did last week Erin!?

But whatever Erin wanted to retort back with was lost in the collective scream that erupted from the capacity crowd. On screen now is the grossly corpulent face of WCF journeyman Fat Dango. The unconscious Houston native, famous for being quite possibly the heaviest man on the roster, is similarly handcuffed to a wall by all four limbs. He is stripped down to his undergarments, and much like El Taco last week, numerous bruises are spotted around his entire body. No doubt he's another victim of Doctor Remus Micayle. The angry murmuring around the PNC Arena intensifies to a furious roar as the man himself walks into frame.

Zach Davis: Oh... my... god.

A self-satisfied smile on his face, Micayle picks up a previously-unseen pail of water from the floor. Wasting little time, he pours the entire contents of the bucket over Fat Dango, welcoming the jobber back to reality. As he does so, a voiceover is heard from the speakers, no doubt the Scientist's own voice narrating the going-ons in the video.

Doctor Remus Micayle: So here is Subject 2: Fat Dango. Nicknamed the 'Fatimal', this subject weighs in at 700 pounds and is an obvious example of the obesity currently running rampant around America. This can be attributed to his horrid diet, which consists of primarily fast food. In today's society, close to 36% of Americans are overweight. Truly disturbing.

On-screen, Micayle is having an unheard debate with the jobber. Though the conversation remains unknown, it is clear that Fat Dango is extremely unhappy with the situation at hand. Expressionless, Micayle moves off-screen, before returning with yet another bucket. It must have smelt bad, as Fat Dango is crunching up his nose in agony.

Zach Davis: What is this madness...

Erin Robbins: Quiet you.

Without further warning, Micayle once again tosses the contents of the new bucket over Fat Dango. This time, it isn't water, but a slimy, vile-looking liquid that slurps over the body of the man. The voiceover begins again, as the crowd starts to settle into shocked silence.

Doctor Remus Micayle: After a conversation with the subject, I realise that he did not understand the importance of good health. Hence, I decided to let him know what it would be like if he continued on with his lifestyle of overindulgence and grease. The substance currently enveloping his body is none other than highly decayed pig's blubber. This should allow him to experience what it would be like for him to live if he makes it to the age of 40.

Upon hearing that, the crowd erupts in a HUGE groan. Erin oohs and ahhs at the broadcast table while Zach bends down to hide his vomiting from the live audience. The Scientist concludes his speech, as the video slowly fades away with Fat Dango writhing in trauma in the filth.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Subject 2 will be placed in the substance for a grand total of 48 hours, with no breaks for him to clean up or to consume food. This should provide enough motivation to stay fit and healthy for the foreseeable future, so as to provide our noble nation with enough fit bodies to create a productive economy. So let's end today's Team Science lesson with a quick summary... have a healthy BMI and not be a physical burden to your community, and we will be taking a huge step to a unified America. Thank you.

The speakers go silent, except for the sound of Zach Davis still expelling barf. And judging by the number of coughs going around the arena, he is not the only one. The camera swings back to the broadcast table, where Erin is in deep contemplation.

Erin Robbins: Hmm, truly an insightful video, if you ask me. Motivation to stay fit, or face the consequences, ha ha! Won't you agree Zach? Zach?

Her partner did not respond, instead continuing to hurl out his dinner into a plastic bag. Erin shakes her head in mild disappointment.

Erin Robbins: Eww. Well folks, we're off for a short commercial break. Slam will be... right back!

The screen fades to black as Slam goes to commercial.

Handicapped Match
Waylon Cash vs The Diaz Brothers

Kyle Steel: The next match is a two-on-one handicap match. Introducing first....from Miami, Florida...at a combined weight of 483 lbs. Jorge and Jey...The Diaz Brothers!

Fuck Dat Bitch roars over the PA system as Jorge and Jey run down the ramp and jump on the apron and over the ropes.

Erin Robbins: Here come the losers of this match.

Zach Davis: Come on Erin, we have to be impartial!

Kyle Steel: And their opponent...from Macon, Georgia...weighing in at 230lbs...'The Hellbilly' Waylon Cash!

"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. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.

Zach Davis: This is a huge opportunity form the Diaz Brothers tonight.

Erin Robbins: It's going to prove that two of these 'new guys' can't beat a wily veteran like Waylon.


The match starts with Jorge in the ring against Waylon. Waylon makes a 'come here' motion with his taped fists, taunting Diaz to run at him. Jorge takes the bait and charges in, only to catch a right hook that knocks him to his knees.

Erin Robbins: See, rookie can't even take a punch!

Zach Davis: Erin!

Cash seizes the advantage and begins laying in punches to the side of Jorges head. Dragging him to the ropes, he drapes a woozy Diaz over the middle rope and leans on his neck, choking him. Jey is going ballistic in his corner, and tries to enter the ring but is stopped by the referee, who pushes him back through the ropes.

Zach Davis: Cash is isolating Jorge from his brother. Smart move by the veteran. Wait a minute!

Erin Robbins: Get him Scott!

Savage sees the referee occupied, and takes the chance to help out his charge. As Jorge lays across the middle rope, Scott grabs a handful of hair and punches him in the face, landing two or three good shots before the referee turns around and sees him. Cash moves to intercept the ref, leaving Savage open to more damage.

Zach Davis: This isn't fair! Cash and Savage are cheating!

Erin Robbins: There just evening the odds Zach.

Savage grabs a handful of Diaz's hair, and rears back to strike again...

Zach Davis: Jey Diaz with a running lariat off the apron! He took Savage out!

Erin Robbins: That's cheating! He's not the legal man!

Zach Davis: Just evening the odds Erin.

Erin Robbins:...

Waylon turns to see Savage down outside and Jey standing over him. He turns back to Jorge, who delivers a low blow to Cash, knocking him to his knees.

Zach Davis: Desparation move by Diaz!

Erin Robbins: That's not fair! Ref!

The referee clearly didn't see that move, as he moves to admonish Jey and order him back to his corner. Meanwhile, Jorge, has made his feet at the same time as Cash and nails him with a dropkick to the chest. Seeing that his brother has made it back to the corner, he irish whips Cash into his corner and follow up with a crossbody in the corner.

Zach Davis: Diaz gaining some momentum now as he tags out to his brother Jey

Erin Robbins: Cash is just catching his breath. He'll come back!

Jey comes in and Jorge irish whips him to the far coner, holding on to slingshot him back into the corner with a crossbody...

Zach Davis: Cash rolls out of the way! Wily move by the vet

Erin Robbins: Go Waylon!

Jorge charges at Waylon, and gets met with a back elbow, dropping him to the mat. Cash grabs Jorge and tosses him over the top rope, turning to meet a dropkick from Jey.

Zach Davis: Jey taking advantage of the situation and taking down Cash

Jey goes for a quick pin



Kick out!

Erin Robbins: Kickout at 2. Need more than that to put down Waylon!

Zach Davis: Both men to their feet and trading blows in the middle of the ring!

Cash gains the upper hand, and drives jey back to the ropes and delivering a knee to the jaw, stunning Jey. Taking advantage, he knocks Jey over the ropes with a lariat.

Zach Davis: Now both Diaz brother on the floor outside! Jorge helping Jey to his feet!

Jorge and Jey both slide into the ring and begin trading blows with Cash. They press him into the corner where they nail a double dropkick to the chin. Cash slumps to the bottom of the turnbuckle and struggles to get to his feet. Jorge slingshots Jey again, but this time Jey comes in low with a dropkick, catching a scrambling Cash in the junk.

Zach Davis: Ouch! That's gotta hurt!

Erin Robbins: That's not fair!




Cash Kicks out at 2 1/2!

Zach Davis: How did he kick out of that. Cash is one tough hombre

Erin Robbins: Hombre? What are you...cool now?

Zach Davis:...

Jey whips Cash into a neutral corner and tags in Jorge and together they charge the corner, looking to lay a double crossbody on Cash. But Cash...

Zach Davis: Cash catches them with a running double lariat! Great counter!

Erin Robbins: He's just getting warmed up!

Cash grabs Jey and flips him over the top rope before turning to a recovering Jorge and catches him with a snap suplex.

Zach Davis: Vicious suplex from Cash. He's not holding back anything!

Erin Robbins: Kill him Waylon!

Cash pulls Jorge to his feet and hooks him in a butterfly suplex hold, dricing him to the mat on his head.

Zach Davis: Killshot! He hit the Killshot!

Cash goes for the pin.




Erin Robbins: Annndd there you have it. Waylon Cash gets the win.

Cash stands up, demanding the referee raise his arm. The referee complies.

Zach Davis: This guy is a former Tag Team Champion, and he just beat an entire team by himself. I'm sure we'll never hear the end of it.

Steve Orbit vs The Original Gangster

Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall!


"original gangster" by Ice-t plays over the PA as OG carries a tommy gun and ak-47 and shots both off in the air as hes walking down the aisle

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from every slum and ghetto in the world... weighing in at 220 pounds... THE ORIGINAL GANGSTER!


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.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Oakland, California... weighing in at 230 pounds... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!


Erin Robbins: Big chance for Original Gangster here tonight.

Zach Davis: Sure-- Steve Orbit is a former World Champion. 2013 Wrestler of the Year, just main evented One with Jonny Fly--

Erin Robbins: Yeah, a match that he LOST. And he could just as easily lose here tonight.

Orbit and OG lock up. The taller OG aggressively backs Orbit into the corner, and the ref breaks them up as neither man gains an advantage. They lock up again-- again, OG backs Orbit into the corner. The ref breaks them up-- this time, OG hits Orbit with a jab coming out of the corner, catching Orbit by surprise. OG continues hitting Orbit with left and right hands until he finally whips him to the ropes, dropping Orbit with a clothesline on the return.

Erin Robbins: One has to wonder-- how is that loss at One affecting Orbit? It's gotta be eating him up inside. Knowing that Fly... Fly basically had his way with Orbit, conned him, almost took everything away from him, and then when Mack had the chance to stand up for himself-- he failed. Could you live with that?

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit's career has been marked by ups and downs, highs and lows. If anyone can bounce back from something like that, it's Orbit.

Orbit scrambles to his feet as OG closes in-- OG grabs him by the throat and delivers a nasty chokeslam!

Erin Robbins: But can he bounce back from that chokeslam!

OG covers Orbit.



Zach Davis: Orbit kicks out at two! OG trying to end it early.

OG pulls Orbit up and hits him with a series of knees to the gut. He sets up Orbit in a side headlock-- but Orbit slips out, shoving OG forward. As OG turns around, Orbit cocks back the hand--

Zach Davis: Pimp Slap!

Orbit leaps up and hits OG with a codebreaker after the Slap. OG is reeling, but doesn't go down. Orbit hops onto the second rope and springboards off with a roundhouse kick to OG's head, taking OG down. Orbit begins to stomp on OG. Orbit grabs both of OG's legs and stomps him in the groin. OG rolls over onto his side, holding his groin.

Erin Robbins: Was that a low blow? Open your eyes, ref!

Orbit climbs the turnbuckles in the corner. He stands on the top turnbuckle, waiting for the right moment. He sees OG get to one knee-- and he leaps off with a flying dropkick.

Erin Robbins: Nobody home! OG dives out of harm's way and Orbit eats the mat.

OG slowly gets to his feet. Orbit does as well. They stand facing each other, before locking up once again. Orbit puts OG in a front facelock. OG twists out of it and transitions into an arm wringer on Orbit. He wrenches Orbit's arm a few times before attempting to whip Orbit to the ropes-- Orbit reverses and sends OG to the ropes. On the return, Orbit PLANTS OG with a spinebuster. Orbit covers OG.



Zach Davis: Original Gangster kicks out at two! This is turning into a great contest between a newcomer and a WCF staple.

Erin Robbins: Indeed it is-- wait, who's that?

The camera angle shows Zack Wild coming to ringside.

Zach Davis: That's Zack Wild! OG's rumored tag team partner, this can't be good for Orbit!

Erin Robbins: What, a guy can't watch the match?

Orbit rises to his feet and catches a glimpse of Zack Wild in the corner of his eye. He watches as Zack reaches ringside, pacing the ring-- until OG begins to slowly get up. Orbit turns around to find OG standing up. Orbit moves in, sending a few kicks to OG's thigh. Orbit throws a punch but OG blocks it, grabbing Orbit's arm and whipping him into the corner. OG follows with a running elbow smash into the corner, and then begins choking out Orbit over the top rope.

Zach Davis: OG is holding his own against Steve Orbit.

Erin Robbins: I didn't expect anything less.

OG tugs on the top rope, causing Orbit to fall onto his back, holding his throat. Orbit rolls around on the mat in pain. OG pulls Orbit up and sets him up for a powerbomb. He lifts Orbit up-- but Orbit slips out, sliding down OG's back! Orbit hooks OG in a half-nelson-- and executes a half-nelson suplex!

Zach Davis: HONEY DIP! Orbit quickly covers OG!



Zack Wild puts OG's leg on the bottom rope!

Erin Robbins: Wow, Original Gangster surviving the Honey Dip!

Zach Davis: Yeah, with a little help from Zack Wild!

Orbit argues with the ref about the interference. Meanwhile, Zack slides OG one of his guns. The referee finally turns to Zack Wild and confronts him about the interference. Behind the ref's back, Orbit goes to pull OG up-- and gets cracked in the head with a gun!

Zach Davis: The Kiss Off! OG with a cheap shot!

OG tosses the weapon to ringside as the ref turns around. OG drops on top of Orbit, pinning him.



Zach Davis: Orbit kicks out at two and a half!

Erin Robbins: I thought he was out cold-- he may be busted open, I think there's a spot of blood over his eye.

OG pulls up Orbit and sets him up again for a powerbomb-- this time, he lands it. Orbit is laid out. OG heads to the top turnbuckle and leaps off with a flying elbow--


OG lands hard. Orbit gets to his feet, dazed, but smiling. He starts making a bunch of kung-fu sounds and waving his arms around. He goes into Crane stance, waiting for OG to get back to his feet. OG gets up--

Zach Davis: CRANE KICK!

Erin Robbins: Give Karate Kid his move back.

Orbit pins OG, hooking both legs.





"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: The Mack picks up the win!

Erin Robbins: Whoop de doo.

OG rolls out of the ring and meets Zack Wild. Orbit yells something to Wild but he just smiles as he and OG head towards the back. Orbit begins to celebrate in the ring, until... there’s a commotion by the timekeeper’s table. Caleb Fourchon wades through the crowd of fans behind it and steps over the guard rail.

Zach Davis: What’s Caleb Fourchon doing here?

The WCF staff at ringside ask Fourchon the same question. He ignores them and moves toward the table.

Erin Robbins: Well, remember Zach; Steve Orbit interrupted Caleb last week at Slam; even going so far as to put hands on the TV Champion.

Zach Davis: That’s a very skewed take on the incident, Erin. By my recollection, The Mack came out to criticize Fourchon for bullying the officials into starting a match that had been postponed. Words were exchanged, and then the two had to be separated.

Caleb begins to inspect the items on the timekeeper’s table; specifically Steve Orbit’s entrance attire.

Erin Robbins: And then, when Caleb requested an apology from Orbit, he was rudely rebuffed.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has nothing to apologize- oh, what is Fourchon doing?!

The Cajun Crippler starts rummaging through The Mack’s clothes. He respectfully sets aside his gold cross necklace. Picking up the mink coat, he presses it to his face and takes a loooooonnnggggg sniff of it. Fourchon crinkles his nose in displeasure and drops the jacket to the ground, ultimately kicking it away.

Erin Robbins: Looks like he’s taking inventory.

Zach Davis: Yeah, well, he better stop. I don’t think Steve Orbit has noticed yet, but once he does see Caleb pawing through his gear he’s not going to be happy about it.

The next item for inspection is The Mack’s cane. Fourchon gives it a few experimental twirls before tossing the bejeweled stick over his shoulder. That just leaves the hat. After running a grubby finger along its brim, Caleb puts it on.

Zach Davis: This is wrong. I don’t care if he is a backwoods hillbilly monster; Caleb should know better than to wear another man’s lid.

Erin Robbins: Looking sharp, Caleb!

The big man decides to see for himself how he looks. Taking hold of the ring bell, he wrenches it free from the timekeeper’s table and holds it so he can see his reflection in it. Satisfied, Caleb grins widely and nods.

Inside the ring, the celebration by Orbit has stopped-- he finally notices Caleb. Orbit jumps up onto the turnbuckles.

Steve Orbit: HEY!

Zach Davis: Uh oh!

Erin Robbins: Here we go again.

Caleb laughs as he steps back over the guard rail, still wearing the hat.

Steve Orbit: STOP! THIEF!

Erin Robbins: I'm sure Orbit's heard that plenty of times.

Zach Davis: You mean, growing up in the projects?

Erin Robbins: ...

Realizing that Caleb is leaving through the crowd, Orbit rolls out of the ring and runs in that direction. Caleb is halfway through the crowd as Orbit begins to wade his way through, with the crowd pointing and encouraging him.

Zach Davis: Fourchon is almost out of here. I think Orbit's too late.

Erin Robbins: He has plenty of hats.

Zach Davis: That's not the point! I'm sure this is not the last we'll hear of this.

The scene ends with Orbit standing in the crowd, frustrated, having lost sight of Fourchon.

Jordan Caliban Segment

Erin Robbins: Oh for god sake whats that idiot doing here!?

Zach Davis: Folks at home I don't know if you can see this but Jordan Caliban is making his way through the crowd!

Erin Robbins: SECURITY!

Caliban makes his way though the fans and over the barrier, the ref waiting for the next match tries to get in his way telling him he needs to stay on the fan side of the barrier and arguing that he can't just butt into the show whenever he likes. Caliban grabs the ref by the scruff of the neck and pulls him in close, the look in Jordy's eyes is enough and the ref takes a seat as Caliban snatches a mike out of the ring announcer's hand, he slides into the ring and climbs the ropes looking out over the fans who are in total silence

Zach Davis: What's going on?

Erin Robbins: Nothing I see in the schedule, can we get this nobody out of the ring please?

Jordan Caliban: Let me remind any of you who may have forgotten just who in the hell I am, My name is Jordan Adeus Caliban, I left this company by my own decision 6 months ago to go and prepare myself to the point that I considered myself worthy of stepping into this ring. I myself see this as an honorable action and one meant to show respect to the quality of talent this company has. So I went away and wrestled and worked and had fun but all the time I was watching from home and just seeing things get worse. When I got here the whole power shift happened and for the rest of my time people were up in arms and ready kick some ass so we could have this place at a point that talent was all that mattered. 6 months down the line and you have all somehow lost that voice, the rage I saw in so many of you quelled beneath a sea of what? Money? I doubt it, Spotlight? Only when they need to fill the space between the next episode of the soap opera. So what is it? Why did you all end up falling in line? And how have you all stayed that way for so long?

Caliban goes and faces the entrance way sitting on the apron to face anyone who might come out to play

Jordan Caliban: On January 16th in an unsanctioned match this thing with Corey Black goes from an internet bitch fest to one of the most anticipated matches this company has seen in the past 2 years and probably the most anticipated not to be put on TV by the company, and you!

He points to the back.

Jordan Caliban: You!


He points at Erin Robbins and the ref.

Jordan Caliban: And all of you..

He points at all the fans.

Jordan Caliban: Had absolutely nothing to do with it, people will wonder how I managed to get here tonight, how I am sitting here unfucked with, how grave digger hasn't walked down here and kicked my head in yet? Te answer is simple, I really am that good. I am smarter faster and stronger than any of you and Corey on January 16th all that confidence you have will be for nothing. All the support from the locker room will mean nothing and when the end comes this match will reduce you to nothing.

The crowd breaks its shut the fuck up chant as some members of the locker room rush to the ring to remove the invader from the arena, Caliban slips under the bottom rope and goads them on, four of them surround the ring and then rush it all at once, Caliban runs and leaps over the ropes and over the top of one of the wrestlers as he slides in the ring, wasting no motion Caliban goes right over the guard rail and into the crowd laughing.

Jordan Caliban: WCF is my play thing! It will do you all well to accept that.

Caliban pushes in and gets lost in the crowd sneaking out the back door and out of the Arena.

Erin Robbins: OK enough of the nameless talents that used to work here.

Zach Davis: Folks we are gunna try and reset, We'll be right back!

Non-Title Match
Jonny Fly vs Chelsea Black Armstrong

Zach Davis: And it's Main Event Time!

Erin Robbins: Woo!

Zach Davis: Do people still "woo"?

Erin Robbins: Why don't I chop you and we find out?

Zach Davis: Let's get to the match!

"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.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is your Main Event! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada..."The Sweet Nightmare" CHELSEA...BLACK...ARRRRRRRRRRRRRMSTRONG!

Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside before staring up the ramp awaiting her opponent.

Erin Robbins: Last week we saw Chelsea team with Logan and Steve Orbit to defeat the team of Jonny Fly, Waylon Cash and Oblivion in one heck of a main event.

Zach Davis: That it was Erin! Let's see if the momentum from that big win can carry over to tonight for Chelsea.

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

Kyle Steel: And introducing her opponent, from New York, New York, he is the WCF World Champion..........JONNNNNNNNNNNY 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.

Erin Robbins: Well Chelsea is going to need that momentum from last week to carry over for this one because she's in there with the World Champion. This isn't going to be an easy win by any means.

Zach Davis: Good point!

Erin Robbins: Are you only agreeing with me because I threatened to chop you?

Zach Davis: Not at all! Now let's get to the action!


Fly and Armstrong both come out of their corners and circle each other once before moving in for a tie-up. Fly looking to take control early as he goes for a side headlock but Armstrong is able to slip out of it and gets Fly in a rear waistlock. Fly though with a quick elbow to the face and he counters with a snapmare. Fly runs, hits the ropes and comes back with a boot to the face but Armstrong ducks it, rolls to the side and pops up to her feet.

Erin Robbins: What fast paced, back and forth action!

Armstrong and Fly again tie-up, this time with Armstrong getting the upper hand and sending Fly into the ropes. Fly comes back and Armstrong slaps a sleeper hold on him. Fly's arms thrash in the air as he tries to throw Armstrong off of him. Armstrong now jumping up and wrapping her legs around the midsection of Fly as she tightens the sleeper hold. The referee checks on Fly who waves him off as he tries to grab hold of Armstrong's hair to pull her off. The referee gives him a warning about pulling the hair as Armstrong yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: Is the champ seriously in trouble this early on? Are we about to see a major upset?!

With Armstrong refusing to be thrown off, Fly stumbles over to the corner, spins around and tries to ram her back first into the turnbuckles. Armstrong crashes back first into the corner and is forced to let go. Fly turning around and unloading with a series of right hands as the referee steps in for a five count. Fly finally backs off at four as Armstrong shakes it off. Fly steps forward and tries to pull her out of the corner when Armstrong catches him with a right hand to the jaw. Fly is dazed and Armstrong puts him in the corner. Armstrong now climbing up the corner and the fists begin flying.


Armstrong hops down off the ropes and whips Fly across the ring into the opposite corner. Armstrong now charging him and she hits a corner spl- NO! Armstrong tried to splash Fly in the corner but Fly moved and Armstrong ate the top turnbuckle. Armstrong's now stumbling out of the corner holding her face when Fly grabs her and hits her with a european uppercut that drops her. Armstrong pops right back up but Fly cuts her off with another uppercut. Fly now whipping her into the ropes. Armstrong comes back and Fly takes her to the mat with a hip toss. Armstrong back up and Fly takes her to the mat again with an arm drag. Fly now trying to lock in an armbar but Armstrong is doing her best to get away.

Erin Robbins: Chelsea doing everything she can to stay out of that armbar!

She reaches the ropes and tries to crawl out of the ring when Fly grabs her by the legs and tries to pull her back in. Armstrong doing her damndest but Fly yanks her off the ropes and flips her over...only to eat a kick to the face! Armstrong now rolling out onto the apron and pulls herself up to her feet. Fly holding onto his nose as Armstrong heads for the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Armstrong flies off with a clothesline and takes down Fly.

Zach Davis: Pin attempt!



NO! Fly with the shoulder up as Armstrong rolls off of him. Armstrong right back up to her feet as she pulls Fly up with her. Armstrong pulls him in and looks like she's going to try for the Devil's Wing when Fly blocks it. Fly now trying for a neckbreaker but Armstrong stops him with a right hand. Armstrong now spinning Fly around and she tries for the Beautiful Disaster...but Fly throws her off. Armstrong hits the mat and rolls away with Fly in tow. Black rolls right out of the ring as the referee tries to keep Fly in the ring. Fly backs off as Armstrong gets to her feet but then rushes the ropes and dives through them!

Erin Robbins: Suicide Dive!

Black crashes into the barricade as Fly hits the ground and then pops back up to his feet. Fly now sliding back into the ring as the referee's count reaches three.



Armstrong pulling herself to the apron and using it to pull herself to her feet.



Armstrong is up on her feet and she slides into the ring as the referee reaches eight. Fly gives the referee no chance to check on her as he quickly tries for the pin attempt.




NO! Armstrong with the kickout at two and a third.

Zach Davis: What a match so far!

Fly rolls off of Armstrong and looks frustrated. HE gets up to his feet and heads for the corner where he climbs to the top rope.

Erin Robbins: It looks like he's going for the Fly Swatter!

Fly indeed does look to be going for the flying headbutt when Armstrong finds a way to roll away. Fly hops down out of the corner as Armstrong tries to get up. Fly sets up for a superkick and fires away but Armstrong ducks it. Armstrong with a roll-up from behind.




NO! Fly with the shoulder up and Armstrong rolls off of him.

Zach Davis: What is it going to take for one of these two to keep the other down?Zach Davis: And it's Main Event Time!

Erin Robbins: Woo!

Zach Davis: Do people still "woo"?

Erin Robbins: Why don't I chop you and we find out?

Zach Davis: Let's get to the match!

"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.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is your Main Event! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada..."The Sweet Nightmare" CHELSEA...BLACK...ARRRRRRRRRRRRRMSTRONG!

Sliding under the bottom rope she climbs the nearest turnbuckle climbing to the top posing for the fans before jumping down and taking off her black jacket throwing it ringside before staring up the ramp awaiting her opponent.

Erin Robbins: Last week we saw Chelsea team with Logan and Steve Orbit to defeat the team of Jonny Fly, Waylon Cash and Oblivion in one heck of a main event.

Zach Davis: That it was Erin! Let's see if the momentum from that big win can carry over to tonight for Chelsea.

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

Kyle Steel: And introducing her opponent, from New York, New York, he is the WCF World Champion..........JONNNNNNNNNNNY 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.

Erin Robbins: Well Chelsea is going to need that momentum from last week to carry over for this one because she's in there with the World Champion. This isn't going to be an easy win by any means.

Zach Davis: Good point!

Erin Robbins: Are you only agreeing with me because I threatened to chop you?

Zach Davis: Not at all! Now let's get to the action!


Fly and Armstrong both come out of their corners and circle each other once before moving in for a tie-up. Fly looking to take control early as he goes for a side headlock but Armstrong is able to slip out of it and gets Fly in a rear waistlock. Fly though with a quick elbow to the face and he counters with a snapmare. Fly runs, hits the ropes and comes back with a boot to the face but Armstrong ducks it, rolls to the side and pops up to her feet.

Erin Robbins: What fast paced, back and forth action!

Armstrong and Fly again tie-up, this time with Armstrong getting the upper hand and sending Fly into the ropes. Fly comes back and Armstrong slaps a sleeper hold on him. Fly's arms thrash in the air as he tries to throw Armstrong off of him. Armstrong now jumping up and wrapping her legs around the midsection of Fly as she tightens the sleeper hold. The referee checks on Fly who waves him off as he tries to grab hold of Armstrong's hair to pull her off. The referee gives him a warning about pulling the hair as Armstrong yells out in pain.

Zach Davis: Is the champ seriously in trouble this early on? Are we about to see a major upset?!

With Armstrong refusing to be thrown off, Fly stumbles over to the corner, spins around and tries to ram her back first into the turnbuckles. Armstrong crashes back first into the corner and is forced to let go. Fly turning around and unloading with a series of right hands as the referee steps in for a five count. Fly finally backs off at four as Armstrong shakes it off. Fly steps forward and tries to pull her out of the corner when Armstrong catches him with a right hand to the jaw. Fly is dazed and Armstrong puts him in the corner. Armstrong now climbing up the corner and the fists begin flying.


Armstrong hops down off the ropes and whips Fly across the ring into the opposite corner. Armstrong now charging him and she hits a corner spl- NO! Armstrong tried to splash Fly in the corner but Fly moved and Armstrong ate the top turnbuckle. Armstrong's now stumbling out of the corner holding her face when Fly grabs her and hits her with a european uppercut that drops her. Armstrong pops right back up but Fly cuts her off with another uppercut. Fly now whipping her into the ropes. Armstrong comes back and Fly takes her to the mat with a hip toss. Armstrong back up and Fly takes her to the mat again with an arm drag. Fly now trying to lock in an armbar but Armstrong is doing her best to get away.

Erin Robbins: Chelsea doing everything she can to stay out of that armbar!

She reaches the ropes and tries to crawl out of the ring when Fly grabs her by the legs and tries to pull her back in. Armstrong doing her damndest but Fly yanks her off the ropes and flips her over...only to eat a kick to the face! Armstrong now rolling out onto the apron and pulls herself up to her feet. Fly holding onto his nose as Armstrong heads for the corner and climbs up to the top rope. Armstrong flies off with a clothesline and takes down Fly.

Zach Davis: Pin attempt!



NO! Fly with the shoulder up as Armstrong rolls off of him. Armstrong right back up to her feet as she pulls Fly up with her. Armstrong pulls him in and looks like she's going to try for the Devil's Wing when Fly blocks it. Fly now trying for a neckbreaker but Armstrong stops him with a right hand. Armstrong now spinning Fly around and she tries for the Beautiful Disaster...but Fly throws her off. Armstrong hits the mat and rolls away with Fly in tow. Black rolls right out of the ring as the referee tries to keep Fly in the ring. Fly backs off as Armstrong gets to her feet but then rushes the ropes and dives through them!

Erin Robbins: Suicide Dive!

Black crashes into the barricade as Fly hits the ground and then pops back up to his feet. Fly now sliding back into the ring as the referee's count reaches three.



Armstrong pulling herself to the apron and using it to pull herself to her feet.



Armstrong is up on her feet and she slides into the ring as the referee reaches eight. Fly gives the referee no chance to check on her as he quickly tries for the pin attempt.




NO! Armstrong with the kickout at two and a third.

Zach Davis: What a match so far!

Fly rolls off of Armstrong and looks frustrated. HE gets up to his feet and heads for the corner where he climbs to the top rope.

Erin Robbins: It looks like he's going for the Fly Swatter!

Fly indeed does look to be going for the flying headbutt when Armstrong finds a way to roll away. Fly hops down out of the corner as Armstrong tries to get up. Fly sets up for a superkick and fires away but Armstrong ducks it. Armstrong with a roll-up from behind.




NO! Fly with the shoulder up and Armstrong rolls off of him.

Zach Davis: What is it going to take for one of these two to keep the other down?

Armstrong begins to lift Fly up, but Fly shoves her away with all his might. She backs into the referee, squashing him between herself and the turnbuckle. Clearly, Fly did that on purpose. Chelsea stumbles forward....


Somewhere in Fly's scrambled brain, he forgot he was against a woman. Chelsea no-sells the low blow and grabs Fly's head...

Zach Davis: Here comes the Beautiful Bulldog!

But no!, Fly shoves Chelsea forward, escaping the Bulldog. As Chelsea stands she swings wildly at him, disoriented, and he ducks it. He rolls her up in a schoolboy as the referee comes to.





Ding ding ding!

Erin Robbins: JONNY FLY WINS!

Fly rolls away, not even getting up, just rolling right out of the ring. Chelsea gets to her feet and she is, of course, livid.

Zach Davis: Jonny Fly just stole this! It's bad enough to pull someone's tights, but the fact that it was a woman... It just doesn't seem right. Like, even less right than usual.

Fly has, of course, a shit eating grin on his face. He's grabbed the WCF World Heavyweight Championship, which he raises in the air as Chelsea paces around the ring, cursing.

Erin Robbins: No retribution for the Armstrongs here tonight, Zach.

The World Champion, Jonny Fly, enjoys his lucky victory on the ramp.

Sarah Twilight/Seth Lerch Segment

Suddenly "The Only One" by Evanescence hits the arena and the crowd boos like MAD. The gorgeous redhead walks out onto the stage in a purple "Mistress of Mischief" tee shirt, a pair of light blue denim jeans, a pair of black Nike sneakers with purple trim and swoosh and of course her pentacle charm that always dangled from her neck. She carries with her a small briefcase which, by all accounts was very unusual for Sarah. She wasn't exactly known for being very interested in paperwork.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight, the owner of WCF out here ... and after last week, you have to wonder what this is all about?

Erin Robbins: I have no idea. It really has me on the edge of my seat. She's invited Seth Lerch ... of all people to be here! Why would she ever want to do something like that?

Zach Davis: There have been rumors circulating that this might be it for Sarah. Some have been talking about her retiring. Others have said she's going to focus her attention full time on training and managing Lilith. There's no telling what this might be about.

Just a step behind her, Lilith emerges onto the stage as well and wraps her arm around Sarah's waist. Lilith is dressed in a black and purple corset top and a pair of black form fitted pants as well as a pair of leather boots. A change up from her wrestling atire. Sarah glances over at her with a smile and places her own arm around Lilith's waist. The two women make their way down to the ring as the crowd just continues to boo.

Erin Robbins: This really has me nervous!

Zach Davis: There is just something about it that ... I don't know. I have no idea with this one.

Inside the ring, a table has been set up with a few comfortable office chairs. The canvas has been carpeted in purple satin and the table is draped over with an even darker purple cloth. Sarah makes her way into the ring as she and Lilith finally part from each other. Lilith follows in behind her and "The Mistress of Mischief" holds her hand out in demand of a microphone.

Zach Davis: Looks like we might get some answers.

Erin Robbins: Oh I really hope so. I can't take the suspense any more!

The crowd again boos at Sarah, but she ignores them and begins speaking. Lilith just looks at her with dreamy eyes.

Sarah Twilight: I said that I had an announcement to make that would bring about change to everyone in WCF ... and that is what I am here to do.


Sarah simply smirks as she continues.

Sarah Twilight: Before I proceed ... Seth, I know you're here. So get your ass out here now!

Erin Robbins: Why? WHY does she need him here?

Zach Davis: I really don't know.

Everyone's attention is on the entrance ramp now. The crowd goes silent as each and every one of them look on with anticipation. Finally as "Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits, we experience the largest POP EVER heard for Seth Lerch in the history of WCF.

Zach Davis: This crowd ... unbelievable as it may be, they WANT to see Seth Lerch! This is unprecedented!

Seth finally walks through the curtain looking up at the ring curiously. Wondering why Sarah wanted him to be here. He makes his way down to the ring cautiosly as the crowd overwhelm him with cheers.

Zach Davis: And there he is folks! For the FIRST time officially since being unceremoniously fired by Sarah Twilight back in September, Seth Lerch is here!

Erin Robbins: I don't like this! I don't like this one bit.

Seth steps into the ring, still being very cautious about the whole thing. Sarah waves her hand inviting him to have a seat. He hesitates, but finally does so. He takes up a microphone himself.

Seth Lerch: So uhhh, Sarah what is this about? I think I'd enjoy being on Slam more if I hadn't been, you know ... fired.

Sarah smirks a bit shaking her head.

Sarah Twilight: Spare me the pathetic attempt at a pity parade. I have my reasons for you being here.

Seth shrugs.

Seth Lerch: And what would those be?

Sarah takes a seat across from him. Lilith takes a seat right next to her. Sarah kicks her feet up and smirks at Seth.

Sarah Twilight: I brought you here because I am going to sell WCF back to you.

Erin Robbins: WHAT?!

Zach Davis: Holy cow! This is ... I don't even know what this is!

Seth stands up shaking his head.

Seth Lerch: Nope. I don't buy it. I know you and your tricks Sarah. You are luring me into something.

Sarah's smirk disappears and she stands back up herself, leaning over to get nose to nose with Seth.

Sarah Twilight: I sure as shit wouldn't waste my time bringing your scrawny ass all the way here just to fuck with you as if you actually mattered to me. Insinuating that I did ... is an insult to me and it is HIGHLY pissing me off.

Seth narrows his eyes now and isn't budging to be intimidated. He slightly nods his head at the fact she was seriously going to sell it to him.

Seth Lerch: Alright, what do you want for it then? Name the price. I have my checkbook.

Sarah leans back now, laughing a bit.

Sarah Twilight: I'm not interested in money, Seth. I am very finacially secure and you know that. I have the paperwork all here. Sign your name, agree to my terms and as of next Sunday, you will again be at the helm of WCF.

Seth starts to laugh now.

Seth Lerch: You think I'm stupid, don't you? Your "terms?" What are they, World Title match? No no, let me guess, I should just make you the World Champion here and now? Is that it?

Sarah shakes her head with laughter of her own. Sarcasm hinting in her tone.

Sarah Twilight: I am selling you this company Seth, because I am retiring from WCF ...

Erin Robbins: WHAT?! NO!!!!

Zach Davis: The rumors were TRUE! She's retiring!

Seth's eyes go wide and a grin forms on his face. The crowd is actually CHEERING the fact that Sarah was retiring. Seth takes the briefcase and opens it, signing his name to the papers.

Seth Lerch: There we have it! Sarah was right. WCF is going to change with me back in charge! There are going to be a lot of changes going for---

Sarah SLAPS the microphone out of his hands. Seth looks FURIOUS.

Zach Davis: Uh oh ...

Erin Robbins: Now THAT is the Sarah Twilight I know! But Seth signed the papers ... why did she do this?!

Sarah Twilight: Those aren't the changes I was talking about you TWIT! I don't give a SHIT who THINKS they run this company. You can have it. I certainly have no interest in dealing with any of the pathetic wastes of space that we call a roster. I said ... I am announcing my retirement from WCF ... as it's OWNER!

Boos from the crowd as they don't seem to like where this is going. Lilith is grinning ear to ear as she listens to Sarah speak.

Zach Davis: Wait what?

Erin Robbins: Things aren't quite as they seemed, now are they?

Sarah Twilight: I have sat for months in a fucking office, listening to people whine and bitch about what is fair, and who got hurt and who wants this and wants that. I DON'T GIVE A SHIT!

Sarah starts pacing back and forth in the ring, seething.

Sarah Twilight: I do not have one OUNCE of sympathy for ANY person backstage. I don't care what their problems are, I don't care what they want and I sure as SHIT am not here to make any of them happy.

Seth looks very confused at this point. Lilith is just loving every minute of it.

Sarah Twilight: You look at the roster that you have now. The one you just inherited back. You don't see a Skyler Striker or a Famine of the Vile. You don't have any Synn's or Henri Ducos' ... Your Nathan von Lieberts and your Jeff Purses are all but GONE or hanging onto a career they no longer have by a THREAD! Each and every one of them were placed into MY PATH. They were sent to be slaughtered at MY HANDS! And I loved every fucking MINUTE of it!

Sarah is damn near foaming at the mouth at this point as she looks directly at Seth.

Sarah Twilight: Finally ... FINALLY at One, I stepped back into the ring where I have always belonged and it was there that my thirst for blood was reborn. I took PLEASURE in destroying Eric Price ... and what these fucking twits around here don't understand ... I enjoyed the beating I took as well. It made me whole. It brought me to life. It was the missing piece, Seth.

The crowd continues to boo like CRAZY.

Zach Davis: I don't think I like where this is going.

Erin Robbins: I am still pretty confused.

Sarah Twilight: Eric Price ... he is unable to compete for who knows HOW long because of me. Jeff Purse no longer has a career that matters at all ... because of ME. The names I mentioned to you Seth are ALL people who I have ENDED. And that was just the beginning. So I sold you back this company for the simple fact that I am going to return to doing what I do better than anyone else .... DECIMATING people inside of this ring! There is change for this pathetic company Seth, but it has nothing to do with you. WCF is no longer a safe place for ANYONE in the back. I am not responsible for what it is that I am going to do to them, Seth. YOU ARE! You will have to deal with it when I start shelving the rest of this PATHETIC "roster" that you just purchased.

She grins about as vile and wickedly as we've ever seen. Seth shakes his head, smiling now as he picks up the mic Sarah had slapped from him earlier.

Seth Lerch: You just sold WCF back to me, and you're going to work for me? That's works for me!

Seth laughs. Sarah turns and glares at him.

Sarah Twilight: Do you honestly believe I am foolish enough to sell this company back to you and just go to work for you, allowing you to take some pathetic form of "revenge?" You never read anything at all, Seth.

Seth's smile fades and is replaced by a frown.

Sarah Twilight: You signed and agreed to my terms. You will NOT prevent myself OR Lilith from opportunity. You will NOT assume you are going to have us compete against worthless piles of shit who believe they are entitled to any "retribution." You will NOT strip Lilith of the championship she EARNED during my run as owner, and you will not force her to defend it every week in some blind crusade. Basically Seth, I have done whatever the fuck I have wanted when you were in charge, while Fly or while Eric was in charge. That is going to continue. I do what I want, plain and simple. You are just going to have to DEAL with it.

Seth shrugs his shoulders and nods. Those terms weren't the worst in the world. He just couldn't take anything out on them. Seemed fair enough to him.

Sarah Twilight: Oh and Seth ... I am stepping back into the ring with one purpose as it stands .... if you so much as TRY to get in my way. ... I'll fucking END you too!

Seth blinks a few times before responding.

Seth Lerch: And what exactly is that?

Sarah smirks evilly.

Sarah Twilight: You'll find that out soon enough ... as will everyone else.

Seth nods.

Seth Lerch: Fair enough.

Seth offers a handshake to Sarah to seal the business deal. Sarah smiles, taking his hand and shaking it as Lilith watches on with an almost orgasmic sense of giddiness. Seth's eyes go wide as Sarah pulls him in from the handshake and hauls him up into the air.

Erin Robbins: Holy crap!

Zach Davis: TWILIGHT ZONE to ... well the future owner of WCF!

Erin Robbins: And he can't do anything about it!

Seth is drive into the canvas as Sarah rolls off of the maneuver with a wicked grin. She rises back to her feet where she again embraces Lilith. "The Only One" hits again as the two vixens exit the ring to a chorus of boos.

Zach Davis: Well, in an unexpected turn of events ... starting next week, Seth Lerch is once again the OWNER of the company he founded! Right now, he probably needs a visit to the doctor!

Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight back on the active roster! This is bad news for ANYONE backstage, believe me!

Zach Davis: I'd have to agree. If people didn't like her as the owner of the company, they sure as hell aren't going to like it when she's out here to seriously hurt someone!

Erin Robbins: And with what she just laid out for Seth ... before laying him out, he won't be able to do anything to help the roster. Wow!

Zach Davis: WCF has indeed changed. Seth Lerch back in charge for the first time in over a YEAR! Sarah Twilight back with a focus that we aren't even sure about yet. 2014 is going to be a VERY rough year!

Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

David Krink vs Alaska Riley vs Aubree Celeste vs FPV vs Doc Henry

George/Kevin/Logan Segment

Justin Turner vs Rita Morbid vs Valentina Madison vs Lupus Onyx vs Serbia

Waylon Cash Segment

James Fatel vs Serial Thrilla

Shadows Segment

Jayden Thunder vs Zack Wild

Chase Michaels vs Lilith

Gravedigger vs Kevin

If Violet Wins, She Gets A US Title Shot: Violet vs Benjamin Atreyu

Television Title Match: Tek vs Caleb Fourchon

Chelsea Black Armstrong/Stacy Robinson Segment

Jayson Price vs Cormack MacNeill

Oblivion vs Stacy Robinson

Champion vs Champion vs Champion: Logan vs Night Rider vs Remus Micayle

Handicapped Match: Waylon Cash vs The Diaz Brothers

Steve Orbit vs The Original Gangster

Jordan Caliban Segment

Non-Title Match: Jonny Fly vs Chelsea Black Armstrong

Sarah Twilight/Seth Lerch Segment


Of The Week

Chelsea Black Armstrong
Chelsea Black Armstrong vs Jonny Fly



Jonny Fly
Caleb Fourchon
United States:
Remus Micayle
Night Rider
Zombie McMorris
Tag Team: