Slam Intro

The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae plays through the speakers of the Siegal Center as the capacity crowd starts booing away heavily.

Zach Davis: Uh oh... seems that our United States Champion is coming out early tonight.

Erin Robbins: Of course he'll be dimwit! Remember that he said on Twitter earlier in the week that he'll be addressing the crowd? Gosh, I wonder what enlightening new erudition he will provide this time round!

Zach Davis: Ehru... aru... erudition? What the heck!?

Erin Robbins: Ha! See, I've already benefited from his classes! Talk about being magnanimous despite his great intellect!

Doctor Remus Micayle steps out from the back, dressed smartly in a polo shirt, jeans, and loafers while wearing a smug smile on his face with his United States championship draped over his shoulder. He makes his way into the ring, taking his own sweet time, much to the distaste of the Richmond crowd.

Crowd: Go away! Go away! Go away!

The good doctor merely smirks in response, before gesturing to a nearby stagehand to pass him an open microphone. He lifts it up to his lips, but pauses at the last moment to observe the Virginia fans.

Erin Robbins: Hm... seems that this grotty town is yet another scab in our great country. Hey all of you! Pay some attention to the great man in the ring!

Zach Davis: You are the only one who thinks of him highly in this building , I assure you of that. Just listen to this crowd and their attitude towards the Scientist!

Erin Robbins: Silence, scoundrel!

Zach Davis: ...

Micayle starts talking, his bemused expression never leaving his face.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen.

Boos emerge. A few middle fingers directed to the United States champion can be seen on camera. Micayle shakes his head in genuine empathy.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Pity. And here I was expecting Richmond to be the colourful town I thought it would be. Seems that all the suburban traffic jams and characterless hicks living in 'Oak Hill' or 'Maple Ridge' has moulded this place into such a hostile environment. Truly pitiful, when compared to the buzz of Arizona or New York - where the truly great come from, much like myself.

Predictably, the crowd EXPLODES at that statement. There's nothing more Richmond folks hate more than to be reminded of their stereotyped backwards city. More hate, if it was even possible is now directed at Micayle, and incessant shouts of anger badger his every sentence.

Crowd: Fuck you Remus! Fuck you Remus!

Unperturbed by the public show of hate, Micayle continues on to his speech.

Doctor Remus Micayle: But no matter. I'm not here today to badger all of you about the proper geographical advantages that living in a proper city of the country would afford you. Instead, I'm here to address a burning issue. I've come to realise that many of you philistine varlets have been complaining about the lessons drawn from my previous Team Science videos. Complaints about not being able to fully understand what it is all about... what it is supposed to teach... why it is supposed to educate... no longer.

He walks over to the ropes closest to the WCFTron and beckons to the stage.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Because right here, in front of all of you, I, Doctor Remus Micayle, will conduct a LIVE demonstration of Team Science! Please welcome our very helpful volunteer... MISTER CryBoy McEmo!

Zach Davis: WHAT!?

Erin Robbins: Nice! Seems that even suicidal emos want to learn from the saintly Doctor!

Upon mention of their favourite jobber, many in the crowd cheer heartily. And to their delight, Sing by The Chemical Romance echoes loudly around the arena! Though a mite confused, they burst in to whoops and applause when the scrawny veteran stumbles through the curtains and walks to the ring! As he enters the squared circle, Micayle offers him his microphone, while the champion himself grabs another one. He shakes McEmo's extended hand, and drapes a hand over the jobber's baffled shoulders.

Doctor Remus Micayle: So glad that you can join us today, CryBoy. How are you feeling to be the very first Team Science participant live on Slam?

CryBoy looks hesitantly at Micayle, before responding.

McEmo: Honoured... I suppose? But to be honest with you, I only came out here because you said you had those Fall Out Boy tickets I mysteriously lost a couple of days back, and I re--

Doctor Remus Micayle: BUT the facts don't really matter! Cause I'm so happy that you've learnt from the previous videos, and am willing to change for the BETTER! Let's give a round of applause to CryBoy!

Micayle hurriedly cuts him off before he could say any more. But unfortunately, the crowd has heard enough to make sense of the conversation, and starts up a chorus of heated jeers once more.

Crowd: Fuck you Remus! Fuck you Remus!

A vein throbbing in his forehead, Micayle speaks, filtering out the background noise, though they are growing louder by the minute.

Doctor Remus Micayle: So anyways CryBoy, I noticed that you are... what society defines as an 'emo'. I understand that you are a very easily confused and angry individual, who loves self-harm and glorifies mutilation and suffering. Is that correct?

McEmo: I prefer to think of it a--

Doctor Remus Micayle: No, no. Just answer the question. Are you confused and angry at time? And do you engage in wrist-slitting?

McEmo stares at Micayle bewilderedly, no doubt shocked at his aggressive questioning method.

McEmo: Well... yes, I do slit my wrists from time to time, but that's only becau--

But Micayle cuts across him yet again.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Yup, thank you. That's all the confirmation we need. You are an emo, by and large. One doesn't have to possess all the traits to be considered a particular type of person, just for your information. Judging by your pasty white demeanour, appreciation of alternative rock bands, and love for crying... you fit the criteria to a T. But no matter. The question now is... are you willing to forsake your previous emo lifestyle, and commit to Team Science? If you are... I will initiate you into the fraternity of knowledge - where'll you change your life forever and be a boon to America.

Erin Robbins: Excellent offer by Doctor Micayle! Go on!

Zach Davis: This time he's actually offering CryBoy McEmo a choice as to whether he wants to enter into his crazy cult? Are you serious? RUN CryBoy, RUN!

To the displeasure of the ever-buzzing crowd, CryBoy actually SEEMS to be contemplating the offer. However, after deliberating for a couple of seconds, he turns back to Micayle and states in a firm voice. One that he has not been known to use, or in fact possess the capability to use in the past.

McEmo: Thank you for the offer, Champ. But I think I'll pass. As all these loving fans know, I love the glam of emo lifestyle too much to give it up just like this. I do appreciate the offer though, because it means a lot to me as a person. Sorry, but no. Friends still?

He extends a hand out to Micayle, who silently looks down at the protrusion. He looks back up and smiles, before grasping it back.

Erin Robbins: Aww... can you add this to the ever-growing list why I admire him so much? Doctor Micayle for the win yeah!

Zach Davis: Seems that this man actu-- OH MY GOD!

Instead of it being a reconciliatory gift of friendship, Micayle pulls CryBoy in, and delivers a BRUTAL high-impact lariat to the chest of the veteran! The clubbing blow smashes him to the mat, where he flops about in agony.

Zach Davis: That SON-OF-A-BITCH just delivered The Formula to an unsuspecting CryBoy McEmo! That poor guy didn't see that coming at all!

Not content with that, Micayle continues stomping on CryBoy, who has burst into tears and is writhing about in pain. Lifting his microphone to his lips, Micayle screams.

Doctor Remus Micayle: You think I am a JOKE!? HUH! Well listen here CryBoy McEmo, when I offer a hand at bettering your sorry self, you take it, UNDERSTAND! For your sins against America and humanity, I'll beat some sense into you until you learn what is the true meaning of a lifestyle. And it's one that can only be learnt through SCIENCE!

He ends his rant by bringing him back to his feet, before hitting him with yet another strike of The Formula, spinning him in mid-air with the force behind the blow.The pro-emo crowd is booing heavily, but Micayle shows no sign of stopping his assault. He continues to deliver painful stomp after stomp to the lower abdomen of the jobber, until a loud hit of drums plays through the speakers of the center and Capricco by Krzystof Penderecki hits the sound system. The crowd starts jeering, but midway through switches to an outright pop as a suit-wearing Benjamin Atreyu charges the ring!

Zach Davis: Here comes the calvary!

Erin Robbins: Oh no, it's Benjamin Atreyu! Get out of there Doctor! You do not want to mess with him!

The fans continue to cheer as Atreyu slides into the ring. Without a second's hesitation, he strips off his jacket and shirt, ready for a confrontation. An eyebrow raised in question, Micayle turns away from the carcass of CryBoy, before turning to face Atreyu. The two men trade stares and walk in a small circle. The crowd is buzzing with excitement as the two men trade positions. And then, all of a sudden, wearing a sick expression on his face, Atreyu grabs the prone body of CryBoy McEmo, and places him in an EXCRUCIATING dragon clutch submission hold! The sudden pain jerks him back to alertness, and he flails around in pure anguish. The God-Given Greatness smirks at Micayle, who returns the gesture. The crowd, having finally caught on, really TURNS ON the heat on the duo!


Laughing in mirth, Atreyu releases the submission manoeuvre, before hoisting the jobber back to his feet. Without a second glance, he tosses CryBoy over the ropes, where the unconscious WCF veteran falls painfully on his head. Benjamin picks up the microphone that was left on the floor before turning to face Micayle.

Benjamin Atreyu: Good riddance to bad rubbish, as they say. Something about that guy that just provokes this sort of violent urge to knock his teeth down his throat, right?

The crowd collectively boos Benjamin Atreyu as he straightens out his button up shirt.

Benjamin Atreyu: Yes, go ahead and jeer, and boo, and snort, and kick, and hate, and grumble, because that’s really all you’re going to do, isn’t it? I could set fire to the ring, insult your family, and commit heresy on live television, but not a single one of you would dare lift and finger to stop me. Your disdain for me will only be made ever irrelevant by your constant whining and complaining, because for as long as I hold the microphone and you remain in your seats, I’ll have the power and will do whatever I see fit. So, boo, jeer, scream, curse, bitch, moan, turn red in anger and implode on yourself, and I’ll do what people like me always do…Steal the show.

The crowd erupts again and Benjamin takes a moment to bask in their overflowing hatred before returning the microphone to his lips and continuing.

Benjamin Atreyu: Though, I’ll tell ya, neither the audience nor CryBoy McEmo is the reason I’m out here. I mean, I would hate to interrupt you in the middle of your lesson, as I find education to be one of the many things lacking in the country on a large scale, but there is a sort of issue I think needs to be worked out. Now, last week I was booked against Violent in a one-on-one match up on Slam. The stipulation in that match was, and I quote, “If Violet wins the match, she would then become the number one contender for the United States Championship”. Now, as I’m sure you noticed, being her opponent, I was not granted the same luxury. However, I did beat her in that match up and effectively took away her chance at the United States Championship, and this is where my argument, if you will, comes in… If said competitor is good enough to be considered for a shot at the number one contendership of a particular title, and then said competitor is bested by a fellow competitor; wouldn’t it go to prove that the victor would not only also be worthy for the same number one contendership, but would, as I would go so far as saying, be an even better choice for said spot? I mean, I’m not here to rock the boat, I’m sure our “lovely” management back stage has taken this into account, but it’s just a little equation that irks me, you know?

Micayle nods in agreement at his words.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Indeed. I couldn't help but notice that you, good sir, seemed to have been short-changed last week. While I granted young Makayla 'Violet' Cooper an opportunity to contend for my championship, you did not, and I apologise for the oversight. It was a mistake to have even offered her the chance to vie for this title, when there were far superior candidates on this roster to pit myself against. She flamed out, just like I knew she would.

Zach Davis: Biased words from a biased fool. She did well enough. I'm not a fan of her work normally, but saying that she 'flamed out' is stupidity at a new level.

Erin Robbins: Watch those words there Zach! She did lose after all! And who are you calling stupid when you can't even pronounce the word erudition!

Micayle continues to speak.

Doctor Remus Micayle: So now, in order to rectify my mistake, I hereby offer you Number One Contendership status to my United States Championship. If you wish to accept, we will square off at Payback, gentleman against gentleman, where we can see who is truly the superior fighter. Even allowing Violet to contend for the title is a mistake that I should have never made, and I wish to make it right this time round. What say you?

The crowd is beside themselves - this negativity is not how they expected Slam to kick off at all.

Atreyu: See, that is why you are the doctor. As a fellow man of intellect and intelligence, I knew you would come to the right conclusion and give me what I knew was truly mine in the first place. See, Violet’s incessant nonsense nearly drove me to my wit’s end. I kept thinking “how could she even be considered a number one contender?”, “Hell, how could she even be considered a competitor to begin with?”, “sure, I am not the only one who sees this?”, but lo-and-behold, you managed to catch on to the very same problem, and now with your reconciliation of the problem, I can feel balance coming ever-so-much-closer to being restored in this world of ours. Now, Doctor Micayle, you have been a worthy holder of the United States championship, but now that I have been given this opportunity, I will be taking that title at Payback.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Nothing else I expect from a competitor like you.

The two men meet in the centre of the ring and shake hands. Satisfied, Atreyu leaves the ring and walks off backstage, while Micayle's music plays.

Zach Davis: Well, Slam is officially on the way, and it seems that we have a match scheduled for the United States Title at Payback! I don't like how Micayle does his business, but at least he's not shirking his responsibilities... that he's doing well at least. His Team Science nonsense, on the other hand... meh.

Erin Robbins: Sigh, you are just too negative there my friend. Doctor Micayle is a good and gra-- hold up! LOOK OUT DOCTOR!

Zach Davis: Woah! What a sickening elbow!

The crowd's buzzing is active once more, as out of the blue, Benjamin rushes back into the ring and makes a beeline for the Scientist! Micayle turns, but he's a second too slow. Atreyu, with his left elbow cocked, charges, and delivers a WICKED spinning elbow to the head of Micayle, knocking him off his feet and half-near dead! The crowd roars in appreciation at the sight, as the sight of the challenger standing over the groaning Micayle gets broadcasted to millions around the world.

Zach Davis: BLACK EYE SONATA by Benjamin Atreyu! Ha ha! The tables have turned on the champion!

Erin Robbins: What on earth is happening! What is Atreyu doing reneging on the deal! I don't understand!

A grim expression plastered on his face, Atreyu bends down to grab Micayle's championship from the ground before standing back up. His cold eyes never leaving the fallen champion, he laughs.

Benjamin Atreyu: Okay, yeah, you did manage to rectify a problem, but that was for underestimating me in the first place; for not coming to me first when looking for contenders for your title. See, this here is all on you, this is your fault, because you were stupid enough to overlook me. I mean, hell, you’re no better than CryBoy McEmo. He came out here all naïve, thinking you were going to help him, and when he was stupid enough to let his guard down, he paid for it. That’s no different than this. You were stupid enough to leave your guard down, to leave yourself open, to take your mind off your surroundings long enough for me to lay you out, and that is why I deserve to be champion. We are going to have our little match up at Payback, I won’t leave this arena until it’s been made official, and if that means dragging your unconscious body all the way to the back and showing management how pathetic their current champion is, than so be it. Here is the thing, I will walk out of Payback the United States champion, and as long as I hold that title, I assure you, that you are never going to get it back. This industry deserves a better champion, this audience deserves a better teacher, this country deserves a better champion, and I’m going to give it to them, whether they want it or not.

The camera fades to black with the image of Benjamin Atreyu standing over the prone body of Micayle, holding up the United States title triumphantly. Slam then heads to a commercial, where a teaser for Payback is being shown.

Bryan "Buzz" Worthy Segment

Erin Robbins: We’re just minutes away from Slam’s opening match: a triple threat in which all the contestants are debuting WCF superstars.

Zach Davis: Yep. Brent Alpine, Michael Lassiter, and The Ultimate Destroyer all have the opportunity to make a good first impression tonight in the ring, though only one can walk away the winner.

Erin Robbins: Earlier in the week, WCF’s own Bryan Worthy sat down with one of these newcomers, Canada’s own Michael Lassiter, to ask him a few questions about his background and his plans now that he has joined the Wrestling Championship Federation.

*A taped segment is shown. Worthy and Lassiter are siting opposite one another in the standard interview set up.*

Bryan Worthy: Greetings, WCF Universe. I’m here speaking with one of WCF’s recent additions to its roster, Michael Lassiter. Michael, thanks for taking time out of your schedule to answer a few questions.

Michael Lassiter: You’re welcome. Thanks for having me.

Bryan Worthy: What can you tell us about your previous experience as a wrestler? Where you trained; where you competed?

Michael Lassiter: Your first question is to try and attract attention from my opponents? I think not. My experience is what it is, and what it is not. Men and women like Brent Alpine and The Destroyer can find out if they've got the gall to climb through the ropes. I've been trained where I've been trained, and I've competed where I've competed. Lucky for you, you just get to witness the results.

Bryan Worthy: What would you say is your greatest accomplishment professionally? Your greatest failure?

Michael Lassiter: My greatest accomplishment is also my greatest failure: every single loss. I am not hear to lose, Brian. Sure, no one is, but I know where I'm headed, and to get there, I must win. I do not take defeat lightly, nor do my opponents take my revenge.

Bryan Worthy: Why did you decide to sign with Wrestling Championship Federation?

Michael Lassiter: Because I need to beat the best. I won't mince words when it comes to my competition; it does not get any better than here. It is no secret that professionals rise to meet the challenge, and give their best when the other side is strong. To get to where I need to be, I need to see that, feel that, live that.... and exceed it.

Bryan Worthy: What do you think of WCF so far?

Michael Lassiter: If every Slam is held on a part of this planet with as many craft breweries as Richmond, we'll get along just fine.

Bryan Worthy: Do you have any particular goals now that you are part of the WCF roster?

Michael Lassiter: Wait and see.

Bryan Worthy: What do you feel you bring to the WCF that makes you stand out from the other competitors?

Michael Lassiter: Now there's an interesting question. Everyone believes that they are bound for destiny for a myriad of reasons. I know I am bound for whatever I end up with. I assume nothing; as a result, I am prepared for everything.

*The show switches back to a live shot of the announcer’s desk.*

Zach Davis: Well, an interesting interview, to say the least. Michael Lassiter was equal parts cryptic and confident.

Erin Robbins: Agreed. And he’s going to get the chance to back up those strong words, right now!

Brent Alpine vs Michael Lassiter vs The Ultimate Destroyer

Zach Davis: Slam is about to kick off right here with a slobberknocker of a bout! Three men go up against each other in a huge triple threat! Brent Alphine, Michael Lassiter, and The Ultimate Destroyer are all newcomers to this federation, and this will be a great chance for them to show what they can do in the ring!

Erin Robbins: I got my money on The Ultimate Destroyer. I like the sound of his name, plus hey, we could always use a little more thrashing around here, now that Seth is back and the no-DQ rules are back in force.

Zach Davis: Let the match begin!

A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.The first keyboard chord of Prince's 'Gold' blares as a red shooting star firework darts up from the entrance-way to the left rafters. The second chord chimes as the arena lights flash red. The third chord accompanies a light blue star shoots to the upper right of the arena. Blue lights flash to greet the fourth chord.

Erin Robbins: Oooh, nice ring effects there.

As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers and cheers. A shower of sparks surround him, eliciting a brief pop at the spectacle. Alpine keeps walking, slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first... from Rockhampton, Australia... weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine', Brent... Alpine!!!

'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead.

Zach Davis: Now, we don't know a lot about this Brent Alpine. But from what we are aware of, he seems to be quite the visionary artist. I've heard reports on how he is willing to make change in this federation through the use of diplomacy and poetry. I wonder if he can make that first step today.

An explosion of blue pyro masks the big screen as “I Own You” hits the arena, and a few moments pass before Michael Lassiter briskly walks out of the curtain and onto the top of the ramp. He looks amped up, loosening his shoulders, and then takes a deep breath as he scans the entire arena.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent... from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada... weighing 215 pounds... Michael Lassiter!!!

He appears composed as he slows his pace walking down the ramp, looking dead-ahead at the ring as sparks fly in front of him from one side of the ramp to the other. He pauses in front of the ring, taking the time to look up and around, and then jogs over to the stairs, runs up to the top, and hops up to the top of the turnbuckle. He stays perched there as the music continues, taking the time to look around again, before hopping down, testing the ropes as he runs from one side of the ring to the other, and takes another deep breath, loosening up as he stands glaring towards his opponent.

Erin Robbins: Lassiter hailing from Canada, while Brent Alpine comes from Australia. Truly an international federation we have grown into in recent years, won't you agree?

Zach Davis: Indeed. And now, we await the final participant in the match.

And then, air raid sirens start blasting around the entire arena. Without so much as an extended entrance, The Ultimate Destroyer CHARGES down the ring towards his two opponents! Both Alpine and Lassiter seems shocked at this revelation!

Zach Davis: Woah! The Ultimate Destroyer eager to get the match on the way! Here we go!


Still riding on a wave of adrenaline, The Ultimate Destroyer dashes in with a sickening burst of speed, knocking both men down with a double clothesline! Not wasting another second, he picks Lassiter up, and throws him into the corner turnbuckle. Lassiter immediately puts his hands up to his face in an attempt to stop the impending attack, but The Ultimate Destroyer foresees the defence, and instead comes in with a brutal shoulder thrust to the abdomen of Lassiter! Winded, Lassiter bends over in pain, and The Ultimate Destroyer begins throwing punch after punch after punch to the face of the fellow newcomer.

Zach Davis: Looking good there! He seems determined to make an impact in his debut match.

The Ultimate Destroyer seems to be gaining the upper hand, but recovering from the earlier attack, Brent Alpine comes up and delivers a russian legsweep to him. Alpine quickly hoists The Ultimate Destroyer to his feet, lifting him up in a powerbomb position. But while he is in the air, Lassiter takes advantage of the opening to charge in with a devastating spear, knocking both men to the canvas! This results in The Ultimate Destroyer landing on top of Alpine in a pinning position. The referee quickly slides to the mat to count.



No! Lassiter breaks up the accidental pinfall with a stomp to the back of Destroyer's head.

Erin Robbins: Very fast-paced action we are experiencing here tonight. No one man has truly had the momentum, though we are seeing a lot out of all three thus far.

Shaking his head to clear the buzz, Lassiter gets Alpine back to his feet and quickly executes a gourdbuster. Not satisfied with the damage, he brings The Shine back to his feet in hopes of damaging him yet again. But this time, Alpine is ready for the counter, and clocks Lassiter HARD in the head with a sudden enziguri! Stunned, Lassiter stumbles back and falls back on one knee. Alpine takes advantage of the opening to deliver yet another PAINFUL enziguri, knocking Lassiter down on the floor! Exhausted, Alpine quickly hooks the man up for a pin.




No! Lassiter kicks out! Alpine smashes the mat in a minor display of frustration.

Zach Davis: Decent effort there by The Shine. But I doubt that's what is going to take his opponents down.

Alpine hauls Lassiter back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, but as Lassiter returns, The Ultimate Destroyer intercepts it and delivers a big boot to him, knocking him clean out of the ring! Destroyer then turns to Alpine and kicks him hard in the gut. He hoists Alpine up, and slams him down HARD on the mat with a powerbomb! He goes for the cover.




No! And Alpine recovers just time to foil the three-count!

Erin Robbins: And yet another close effort! Tight match from all three. Any moment now... one big move can end the match.

His face taut with concentration, Destroyer waits for Brent Alpine to get up to his feet. But before he could put The Shine away, Lassiter rolls into the ring and spins the distracted Destroyer around, before hitting a modified Emerald Fusion!

Zach Davis: He calls that the Red Eye! Will he win it!





The crowd erupts as they realise what had happened. Meanwhile, Lassiter has rolled out of the ring and is retreating back to the ramp, a smile on his face as he relishes the victory. Alpine is FURIOUS, and kicks the turnbuckle padding in anger.

Zach Davis: WOW!

Erin Robbins: And Lassiter obtains victory in what was a very close match! Who would have seen that coming!

Slam fades to commercial, as a hurt Destroyer recovers in the ring.

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

The camera opens backstage as an incensed Doctor Remus Micayle tromps down the corridor, clutching his treasured championship tightly to his chest. He looks mightily upset about the entire fiasco earlier. A pimply-faced intern approaches him timidly.

Intern: Umm, Doctor Micayle...?

Micayle swivels his head to the intern, before exploding in a tirade.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Did you see what that impudent cur did!? Not only dare he attack a welcoming and well-respected individual such as myself, he made a mockery out of the entire incident and mock my attempts at sportsmanship! And for MY title? My UNITED STATES championship!? You know what kid? If Benjamin Atreyu wants to meddle with powers beyond his control, if he wants to play with the elements of science, so be it. Before tonight ends, I'm going to make sure this entire situation gets settled. Believe it!

His eyes raving with slight lunacy, Micayle strides off. The camera fades to black as Slam goes to commercial.

Seth Lerch Segment

The crowd is buzzing, wondering what's next... as Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: SETH IS BACK!

Seth steps out from the back, grinning from ear to ear as the crowd actually cheers him.

Erin Robbins: What do these people know? Nothing. They had the best owner in WCF history and they could never show her the proper respect.

Seth heads to the ring, uncharacteristically slapping some fans' hands and whatnot. He eventually rolls into the ring and grabs a microphone.

Seth Lerch: Well damn.. It feels good to be back!


Seth Lerch: It DIDN'T, of course, feel so good last week.. when Sarah Twilight decided to end our business deal with a Twilight Zone. Well, Sarah, I've taken finishers from stars a million times tougher than you and I'm still standing. Nothing's going to change that. And from this point on, the OWNERSHIP OF WCF!~! saga is over as well. We've had Gravedigger, Jonny Fly, Eric Price, Sarah Twilight, and plenty of others coming through trying to either own or destroy my company. But it's over with. I'm sick of it, the fans are sick of it-


Seth Lerch: -and I'm sure my lawyers are sick of it. At this point, especially after last week, I'd love to fire Sarah..


Seth Lerch: But unfortunately for me, my legal team checked over the paperwork and that really isn't an option. She's here to stay.


Seth Lerch: In fact, the contract states that I, Seth Lerch, barely have any power over Sarah Twilight at all. I do anything that looks like I personally have a vendetta against her based on her actions as owner of WCF, she could sue me into oblivion. However.. I have a solution.

The crowd buzzes.

Seth Lerch: You see, thinking about it, maybe firing Sarah WOULD be unfair. And that made me think of some other unfair firings. I need someone in a position to deal with Sarah, so as to not violate the contract I personally signed. I need a commissioner.

The crowd continues buzzing, a few random chants try to start up before dying down; no one knows who it's going to be.

Zach Davis: We've heard rumblings about a new commissioner coming in, but no one knows who it'll be.

Erin Robbins: It doesn't matter. No one can stop Sarah Twilight, that's for sure.

Seth Lerch: Don't get too excited, because a lot of you may not be huge fans of this man. He and I have certainly had our differences, that's for sure. But I think we'll be willing to put these differences aside for business. He's a man I respect, a man of integrity..

Zach Davis: Oh no.


Zach Davis: Oh God.

Erin Robbins: Wait a minute.

“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly. Eric walks to the ring with a huge smile on his face as the Richmond crowd is not happy about this at all. He struts down with great confidence toward the ring wearing a nice black suit, dark green shirt and tie, black vest as he steps into the ring confidently and looks at Seth as both men embrace right in the middle of the ring much to the disgust of the live crowd who boos them even louder as Eric asks for a microphone.

Zach Davis: Oh and look at this, all this gladhanding.

Erin Robbins: They’re probably picking each other’s pockets.

Eric Price: Thank you very much Seth! Ladies and gentlemen, let’s hear it for our new WCF Owner SETH LERCH!

Crowd gives a mixed reaction to Seth, mostly uncharacteristic cheers

Zach Davis: Already sucking up to the boss, what a shock.

Erin Robbins: Actually, it seems Eric Price is our boss too once again.

Eric Price: First off, let me say that it’s great to have you back in the position of power in which you belong. Folks, last year of the three owners we had last year, they being Jonny Fly, Sarah Twilight, and myself in the middle, I was the only one who saw Seth for the talent he is, for the intelligence he has, and put him in a rightful position of power because of it; I was the only one who did not demote him or fire him or disrespect him in any way because I believe in doing what’s right for business and that’s what this is all about here, doing what’s right for the WCF.

Zach Davis: Why does it seem like I’ve heard this promise before.

Eric Price: I thought the job Jonny did last year as owner was bad and I tried to clean up most of his mess and succeeded in doing so. But then Sarah came along and Sarah … don’t get me wrong, she’s a great in-ring performer, I can’t take that away from her but business wise, she has no sense whatsoever of what’s right for this business. Therefore, it’s going to take a bit of time to fix some of her wrongs but we will see to it that we fix all the mistakes she made. Under Sarah’s reign of terror, we had some of the worst hirings seen to date but we also had some unfortunate firings and there’s one in particular I’d like to correct tonight.

Erin Robbins: Sarah was the greatest owner we ever had, Eric’s just bitter.

Eric Price: Unlike my predecessor, I do believe in second chances and I do believe in doing the right thing so please help me welcome the man I have rehired here tonight! Ladies and gentlemen, he is SEIFER BLACK ARMSTRONG!

Zach Davis: What?

Erin Robbins: The hell? He deserved to be fired.

Black by Trivium hits the speakers as an explosion goes off on the stage and Seifer Black Armstrong walk out onto the stage as the fans go ballistic chanting his name. Going from the stage running around the fans at the ramp and the ringside area clapping hands hyping up the fans more and more as he takes a microphone from the announcer before leaping onto the ring apron and into the ring as the music fades out and he walks over to Eric Price shaking his hand and walking around the ring as the Seifer chants fade out from the crowd.

Seifer: I know Seth and Eric have said this already but it is so damn good to be back here in the WCF, you guys missed me.

A huge “YES” chant rings out across the arena.

Seifer: I have to say it feels so damn good to be back and I have this man here to thank for bringing me back here, the new WCF commissioner ERIC PRICE!

A mixed reaction of cheers and boos, mostly boos are given for Eric Price.

Seifer: Now as you all know a lot happened on the night I was fired and I want to say right now on the pay per view after Payback I will get some payback of my own because I right now am going to challenge the bitch that fired me Sarah Twilight to a match at the Timebomb pay per view, between now and then I promise you all that my return will be something to remember because I issue an open challenge for anyone who thinks that they can take me on in this ring at payback, I don’t care who it is going from Kevin, George, Biohazard or even any of the champs who has the balls to face me in the ring… Oh don’t think I have forgotten about you Fly, no matter if you are the world champion or not there is a collision course between you and I and nothing will steer me off of that.

Seifer: For now I have to say again it is damn good to be back and I will make sure that this year is the year of the Angel of Judgement Seifer Black Armstrong.

As he says this Black by Trivium plays again as Seifer, Seth, and Eric exit the ring and head up the ramp.

Zach Davis: What a return for Seifer Black Armstrong! I wonder who will accept his open challenge?

Erin Robbins: I hope Oblivion does, then maybe he can do what he did to Matthew Robinson and then both these idiots will be out injured!

Seifer, Seth, and Eric then disappear through the curtain.

George/Kevin vs The Diaz Brothers
Special Guest Referees: BioWalker

We open up with biohazard and Tyler Walker already in the ring, wearing referee uniforms.

Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall..

The Monday Night Football theme hits the PA George and Kevin walk out. They start breaking it down on the entryway as women throw their underwear at them. They throws them back, but Kevin always keeps a pair and puts in his left pocket since he’s left handed. They walk down the ramp slapping hands with the fans, but when George sees a NNEERRDDD, he punches them in the face as Kevin tackles one. Then they slide into ring and pose on the turnbuckles as the fans cheer them.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first... KEVIN... GEORGE!... THE NERD SMASHERS!

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

Kyle Steel: And their opponents... JORGE... JEY... THE DIAZ BROTHERS!

Kyle is about to exit the ring when he is intercepted by Tyler Walker. He turns around and there's biohazard. After a few words back and forth, Kyle goes back to the center of the ring.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I'd like to introduce the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREES for this match... BIOHAZARD... TYLER WALKER...

Tyler grabs Kyle and shoves him.

Kyle Steel: Ahem... they are the GREATEST TAG TEAM IN WCF HISTORY... BIOWALKER!

The crowd goes bananas for bioWalker.

Zach Davis: This should be interesting.

Erin Robbins: Kevin and George! in the ring with four NERDS. They got this.


Kevin and Jorge start for their teams. For some reason, biohazard goes to the apron as well and Tyler is left in the ring to officiate.

Erin Robbins: I guess we'll see some tag team refereeing tonight.

Zach Davis: Jorge and Jey Diaz were seen at the big unsanctioned Pay Per View event that took place last Thursday at Jonny Fly's mansion-- they seemed to take sides with Jordan Caliban. I wonder if an alliance is brewing or are they just friends?

Erin Robbins: Ugh, who cares. Besides, that was not a WCF event, so there's no reason for us to be talking about it. NERD.

Kevin and Jorge lock up. Jorge gets Kevin into a side headlock, but Jorge shoves him off. Kevin turns around to get caught by a dropkick from Jorge Diaz. Kevin gets back up and Jorge takes him down with an armdrag into an armbar.

Zach Davis: The Diaz Brothers are going to have to find a way to keep the Nerd Smashers' powerful offense at bay.

Erin Robbins: Looks like Jorge is doing that right now, we'll see how long it lasts.

Kevin powers out of the armbar by prying Jorge's arms off. Kevin brings Jorge to his feet and kicks him in the gut, followed by a right hand. Kevin hits Jorge with an elbow smash and then whips him to the ropes, dropping him with a big boot on the return. With Jorge laid out, Kevin tags in George!. George! enters the ring and begins stomping out Jorge. As Jorge tries to get up, on his hands and knees, George! nails him with several double axehandle smashes. He pulls Jorge to his feet and slams him with a belly-to-belly suplex.

Zach Davis: OOF.

Erin Robbins: Hey, George! and Jorge. Just realized that. HEH.

Instead of pinning Jorge, George! pulls him up and puts him in a front facelock. He walks Jorge over to his corner and tags in Kevin. Kevin comes in with a couple of stiff shots to Jorge's ribs before George! releases the hold and exits the ring. Tyler Walker warns Kevin and George!. They call him a NERD.

Zach Davis: Uh-oh.

Walker grabs Kevin and George! and smashes their heads together!

Tyler Walker: Who's the nerd now bros?

Tyler tags in biohazard and heads to the apron. Kevin is on the mat, holding his head. Jorge takes the opportunity to tag in his brother Jey. Jey enters the ring as Kevin is slowly getting to his feet. Jey hits the ropes and catches Kevin with a springboard kick!

Erin Robbins: Beautifully executed roundhouse kick by Jey Diaz!

Jey hits a kneedrop to Kevin's head before covering him for the pin.



Zach Davis: Kevin kicks out at two!

Jey rolls off of Kevin to his feet. Jey goes to pull up Kevin but he gets hit with an elbow to the gut. Kevin shoves off Jey, creating enough seperation for him to charge forward and drop Jey with a clothesline from hell-- but biohazard gets caught in it, too!

Erin Robbins: biohazard was standing behind Jey, and Kevin clotheslined them both! I don't think he even realized it.

Zach Davis: Good thing we have two officials, here comes Tyler Walker!

Walker enters the ring and drops Kevin with a Thesz press, hammering him with right hands. George! enters the ring and SPEARS Tyler as he gets up off of Kevin! Jey tags in Jorge and rolls out of the ring. George! exits the ring leaving Kevin, Tyler and biohazard laid out, and Jorge waiting to make a move.

Zach Davis: This is chaos!

Erin Robbins: Yeah... I think we all saw this coming.

Jorge tries to wake the referees. biohazard is the first one up. He starts giving Tyler mouth to mouth and CPR.

Zach Davis: Is that really necessary?!

Erin Robbins: No. No it's not.

Tyler comes to and rolls out of the ring. Kevin is back to his feet and Jorge goes at him hard with a crossbody splash! He stays on him for the pin.



Zach Davis: Kevin stays alive with a shoulder up before three!

Jorge waits for Kevin to get up... he measures him up... SUPER KICK!

Erin Robbins: Jorge Diaz with the Super Kick! Here's the cover, biohazard in position!


George! runs into the ring..


Tyler Walker trips him up from the apron!



"Fuck Dat Bitch" plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: The Diaz Brothers pick up the win!

Jorge rolls out of the ring and joins Jey at ringside. They celebrate on the outside as bioWalker and the Nerd Smashers are left inside the ring.

Erin Robbins: Uh-oh...

Tyler and biohazard talk amongst themselves and then begin to leave. The Nerd Smashers call them NERDS but they don't care. bioWalker leave yelling "WE'RE BETTER THAN YOU!"

Zach Davis: biohazard and Tyler Walker don't want any part of Kevin and George!. Not tonight, anyway.

Erin Robbins: Yeah, that's what I thought. Couple of NERDS.

Serial Thrilla vs FPV vs Justin Turner

As we come back from commercial, all three men are in the ring. The crowd is chanting.


Serial Thrilla doesn't seem to be interested in listening to them, as he runs at FPV. FPV hits his Superkick.


Turner is about to run at FPV but he thinks better of it. He simply leaves the ring and lets FPV pin Thrilla.




Zach Davis: What a match! WHAT. A. MATCH.

Frank gets up, soaking in the boos from the audience. He asks a stage hand to hand him a mic.

FPV: Aw shut up, will ya?

The boos just get louder and louder.

FPV: I got something I need to say to you people tonight. I know that you might think I came here to wrestle these two...NOBODIES here tonight. But no, I had other plans. And considering how you bitches have been treating me lately, I think you might like it.

The crowd hushes up to listen to Frank talk.

FPV: Thank you. I'll just cut to the chase, as of right now, I will no longer be actively competing in the Wrestling Championship Federation.

The crowd immediately bursts into cheers and applause.

FPV: shut up, I need to finish. Don't expect this hiatus to last, I'm leaving for two reasons. One, I'm sick of seeing your bitch faces every week.

The crowd goes straight back to booing.

FPV: But I have something that I apparently need to take care of...and take care of right away. Earlier in the week, I received a letter in the mail. It didn't say who it was from, but the contents of the letter were crystal clear. Told me to head off to some place called Darkwater. I've never heard of the place, and all internet searches came up blank. Here, I have the letter right here with me...

Frank reaches into his pockets and takes out the folded up letter, holding it up while he reads it to the crowd.

"Dear Frank,

If you are receiving this letter, that means it's finally time to reunite. I've been holding off on this for some time, mostly because I thought it was too early. But now I know damn well that it's time for us to come together once again. We'll have to meet at a place called Darkwater, don't worry, I will guide you to it. I advise you make the most out of this and make it a road trip I guess, you always were one for adventure and whatnot. Go to San Antonio, you'll meet a buddy of mine, he'll put you on the path you'll need to go.

Be seeing you."

Frank folds up the letter and shoves it back into his pocket.

FPV: I've already packed up all my stuff, after I leave the arena I'll be on my way to Texas. So long and thanks for all the fish, you boudles.

Frank tosses the mic back to the stage hand and leaves the ring, talking one last look at the crowd before going back through the curtains.

Zach Davis: Did...did we just see Frank Venable leave the WCF just now?

Erin Robbins: Yes we did! Finally, I was getting tired of him wasting airtime.

Valentina Madison vs Lupus Onyx

“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 told to sit in the corner and not move.

Zach Davis: There's the bell and the match is on!

Madison runs right at Onyx, like a girl on fire. She dives into him, hitting him with several punches. Onyx was barely prepared, and he blocks them as much as possible, having not expected the quick onslaught by Valentina. She then throws him across the ring before Clotheslining him down.

Erin Robbins: Valentina Madison is trying to break away from her Barbie doll image, and with this early attack I'd say she has a good chance of doing just that.

He gets back up and runs at Madison only for her to drop him with an Arm Drag. He gets back up, runs at her again, and she hits another Arm Drag. Instead of letting him back up she quickly puts him in a Cross Armbreaker!

Zach Davis: Submission applied!

Onyx yells in pain but he's still fresh and he's able to grab a rope quickly. The ref orders Madison to break the Armbreaker, which she does at the last possible second. She quickly climbs to the top rope as Onyx works his way to his feet.

Erin Robbins: Valentina going high risk here!

Onyx gets to his feet...

Zach Davis: Diving Crossbody!

No!, Onyx sidesteps it, and Madison hits the mat. She quickly stumbles up but Onyx has time to run at her and Bulldog her down.

Erin Robbin: Going high risk that early was a bad call on Madison's part. She's still a rookie, Zach, and may need to think about adding some more to her moveset so she doesn't have to resort to those kinds of tactics so early.

Onyx stomps at her repeatedly before lifting her up. He goes for a Gutwrench Powerbomb!, but she reverses it into a Hurricanrana pin attempt!



No!, despite the surprise Onyx escapes it. Both competitors get to their feet. Madison ducks a Clothesline attempt from Onyx and irish whips him into the corner. She runs at him and hits a quick Dropkick before then grabbing his head and propping herself up on the top.

Zach Davis: More high risk... Tornado DDT!

She hits it! Instead of going for the pin right away, she runs to the ropes, Springboards, and hits a Moonsault!

Erin Robbins: Pin attempt!



No!, Onyx kicked out! Madison stomps him briefly before climbing to the top rope.

Zach Davis: Valentina returns to the top rope... Onyx gets to his feet...

Diving Crossbody! She hits it this time! Onyx falls and Madison lands on top of him, in a pin!



No!, Onyx gets his foot on the ropes!

Erin Robbins: Madison almost had the win there, but not quite. She's been on fire since this match started.. I'm not sure Onyx expected this much fire from her.

Madison quickly pulls Lupus into the middle of the ring and then gets on top of him, applying a Camel Clutch.

Zach Davis: Well, as she's a woman, she can't do the kinds of things the Iron Sheik does when he applies that move..... but she's got it applied perfectly otherwise!

Onyx yells in pain but won't give up. Not yet.

Erin Robbins: Like you said, Zach, she's got it applied perfectly, what is Onyx gonna do here?

Madison isn't super heavy though, and Onyx is able to power his way up. He rams himself backwards, crushing Madison between himself and the turnbuckle. He hits a Forearm Smash as Madison was leaning against it before grabbing her head and hitting a Bulldog. Onyx goes for a pin.



No!, Madison gets her shoulder up!

Zach Davis: As previously mentioned, Valentina Madison has a lot to prove here tonight, and she's doing just that. She's not going to stay down.

Onyx lifts her up and goes for a Suplex type move but she shifts her weight and lands behind him. She Dropkicks him, sending him stumbling. She then runs to the ropes, Springboards..


But no! Onyx uses her own momentum to shove her away! She hits the mat, stumbles up, and he lifts her in the Suplex position again..


Onyx falls on top of Madison, pinning her.




Erin Robbins: Aanndd Lupus Onyx wins it.

Onyx gets to his feet, getting his arm raised.

Zach Davis: Madison controlled this match for the large majority though, Erin. Onyx found an opening and exploited it, but Madison once again proved her naysayers wrong here tonight.

Lupus leaves with Regina as Madison works her way back to her feet, frustrated with the loss but determined as ever.

The Wild Gangsters vs Night Rider/Denise D'Evil

Zach Davis: Match of pure power coming up here Erin, Night rider and the OG to start it off

The hook up and and the larger nightrider forces the considerably smaller frame of the gangster back into the corner, Nightrider backs off dusting off his shoulders causing the OG to run full tilt at him with a jumping knee, Nightrider catches him in mid air and powers gangster down to the mat, OG quickly folds himself backwards and heads for Zack Wild

Erin Robbins: Yeah because your smaller partner is going to fair much better against a beast like the nightrider

Wild gets in and D'evil decides to take the tag

Erin Robbins: And the tables turn, see now this is stupid, why tag out and flip the tables on yourself,

Zach Davis: I know more than one person in this company who would face off with Nightrider over The deathbringer

Erin Robbins: Why

Wild squares up to Denise and starts to smile, Denise smiles back only for a second before Dismount drop kicking Wild in the face, he bounces back off the ropes and ricochets back, Devil leap frogs him and runs the ropes in the other direction, they meet in the middle as D'evil nails a high leg lariat to wild knocking him on his ass, as nightrider laughs the Gangster jumps into the ring running delivering a forearm to Nightrider and pulling Wild to the ropes making a tag before leaping in to take his partners place, the ref scoldes him and calls for the match to continue. OG grabs D'evil in a head lock before Nightrider can get the tag he is now screaming for. Head lock takeover by the OG and then a swift kick to the back, runs the ropes

Zach Davis: Running knee to the seated opponent!



Erin Robbins: Way to soon

The original gangster tags in Wild who takes over with a wrist lock and then an irish whip into the corner followed by a running elbow from both members of the wild gangsters, they give her a massive double hip toss out of the corner, she flies across the ring landing in almost the opposite corner 3 quarters of the way across the ring. The gangsters celebrate and then pull her back to their corner

Zach Davis: Tag wrestling is good wrestling, sound strategy by the younger team here

This time an arm wringer by Wild and a tag to the original gangster who comes in off the top and down with a Double sledge to the arm of D'evil who writhes in agony against the ropes trying to stay on her feet, they move her to another corner and start chopping at her as the ref counts Wild out of the ring, they go for the huge hip toss again but the time Denise lands on her feet

Wild: OH SHIT!

They both try to rush her but she goes to the middle rope and springs back with an elbow for both opponents, Nightrider is beating his chest ready for the tag. Wild retreats as OG tries to regain control he grabs her leg as she makes it to a verticle base, she attempts an enzugiri but misses landing back on her feet. She jumps and rolls The Original ganster all the way through and into her corner

Erin Robbins: Nice move now make the tag!

Zach Davis: SHE GOT IT!

Nightrider flies into the ring first nailing Wild as he gets back up to his feet on the apron hitting the opposing teams turnbuckle then flying back at the propped up OG with a splash in Nightriders teams corner, he hits OG so hard he goes limp and Denise tags back in laying in boots kicking her opponent to the floor then running the ropes and coming back

Zach Davis: FACE WASH!

Erin Robbins: AND ANOTHER!


The crowd cheers as D'evil hangs over the top rope with her knee in the face of The original gangster, Wild attempts to jump her but she ducks and he ends up delivering a running knee to the face of his partner, Denise dumps him out of the ring, she pulls OG out of the corner

Erin Robbins: The big man is on the top rope!

D'evil whips gangster into the ropes and on the rebound Nightrider leaps

Erin Robbins: HE MISSED!

Nightrider lands funny on his leg and rolls out of the ring, OG comes back off the ropes clotheslining D'evil out of her boots, Wild slides back into the ring and they stalk her, Wild makes his move and picks her up for a spinebuster, but she elbows herself free. She then Dropkicks OG out of the ring before hooking Zack.


She hits it!




Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil and Night Rider win!

The jumbo-tron begins coming to life as a bunch of static can be heard before a voice begins speaking.

Shadow 1: The time has come for choices to be made. It would be foolish to underestimate the power that drives us. The time for indecision has passed.

Suddenly the lights in the arena go out and pyrotechnics explode around the ring. An eerie mist begins coming out from under the ring. Three shadowy figures appear on the jumbo-tron and can be seen laughing as one of them steps forward and begins to speak.

Shadow 2: Denise has seen the light, and now it is time for all of you to see what we have shown her.

The lights go down again, and mist starts to roll in from underneath the ring.

Zach Davis: Where does that fog keep coming from?

Erin Robbins: I don't know, but the last time this happened Denise and Night Rider disappeared.

Shadow 3: Tonight is the the beginning of the end for the WCF and Twilight's reign! Those that follow us will be rewarded, while those that stand against us will fall. You have seen our power and what we can do. We are the Shadows of Darkness and we are all around you. Follow the Shadows!

With that the lights come back up, and Denise and Night Rider are both gone, and all that is left is fog still lingering on the air.

Zach Davis: Not again! Both of them are gone!

Erin Robbins: We know that Denise is already under their influence! Night Rider is going to be next!

Zach Davis: I wonder when we will see the true mastermind behind these Shadows?

Erin Robbins: I don't know. But I have a feeling this isn't the end. We'll be back after this.

Jack Unhappy vs Chase Michaels vs Cormack MacNeill

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

As the camera returns to the ramp, we see Mr. UnHappy emerge from the back. Walking to the ring with a bit of a swagger, he slaps food and drinks out of people's hands and even does the 'boo hoo' gesture to any kid he sees in attendance. Sliding into the ring, he finds a corner and awaits his competition.

"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. 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.

The drumbeat 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.

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.

Zach Davis: Triple Threat time! Here we go.

Chase Michaels runs right at Jack, Clotheslining him down. Michaels starts stomping away at Unhappy before Cormack spins him around and hits him with a few snap jabs before throwing him across the ring. Michaels comes back and MacNeill executes a Powerslam, not going for the pin quite yet. MacNeill gets to his feet as Unhappy has also stumbled up. MacNeill runs at him and hits a Knee Lift, sending Unhappy back down. MacNeill then gets on top of him and starts hitting him with a series of punches.

Erin Robbins: Cormack MacNeill taking the fight to his two opponents to start this match off. He's a fighter, Zach. Nothing pretty about it, but he's a fighter.

MacNeill gets off Unhappy and turns back to Michaels. MacNeill lifts him in a Vertical Suplex but Michaels shifts his weight, landing behind Cormack. Michaels grabs Cormack and hits a German Suplex!, into a bridge pin!



No!, Cormack escapes it. Cormack begins getting back to his feet, but he's dazed. Michaels is able to kick him in the gut and execute a Snap DDT!

Zach Davis: Chase Michaels, coming back now!

Michaels gets up and turns towards Unhappy, only to be hit with a jab from Unhappy. Jack hits him with a few more jabs, Road Dogg style, before irish whipping him. As Michaels comes back Unhappy hits a Hip Toss. He then goes for a pin.



No!, Chase gets the shoulder up.

Erin Robbins: Given their history, Chase Michaels has a lot to prove against Unhappy, and he's not going to let himself be beaten very easily.

Unhappy quickly lifts Chase up and onto his shoulders. Unhappy drops him with a Death Valley Driver!

Zach Davis: OOF!

And another pin!



NO!, Chase kicks out again!

Erin Robbins: Like I said!, this rivalry has made Chase an even better competitor than he already was, I'd say.

Unhappy lifts Chase up again and begins setting him up for an UnHappy Daze, but Cormack MacNeill hits him with a few punches mid move, breaking it up. Unhappy is sent reeling and Cormack lifts Jack up, once again going for a Vertical Suplex. This time he hits it, and he shows his strength by stalling Jack in midair for a few moments. The crowd cheers as Cormack drops the Suplex, sending Jack's body right on top of Chase's! Unhappy rolls away in pain and Cormack quickly pins him.



No!, Unhappy kicks out this time, as Chase rolls out of the ring. Cormack plays to the crowd for a few moments as Jack stumbles to his feet. Once he's up Cormack throws him to the ropes. As Jack comes back Cormack hits a Spinebuster!


Cormack quickly covers Jack, hooking the leg!



NO! Chase breaks it up at the last moment!

Erin Robbins: Cormack MacNeill almost had it there! If it wasn't for Chase we'd have had a winner.

Chase lifts Cormack up and stops his momentum with several well placed forearms to Cormack's head. Chase then throws him across the ring before hooking him with a TBone Suplex!

Zach Davis: Beautiful Suplex by Chase Michaels!

Unhappy is up but Michaels is ready for him. Michaels takes the big man down with a Double Knee Gutbuster!

Erin Robbins: Michaels typically utilizes a lot of power moves, but against a man of Jack Unhappy's size, some of them aren't always possible. He has to use other moves in his arsenal.. which he's doing.

Chase backs up and waits for Unhappy to stand, playing to the crowd a little. He's indicating he's ready to finish this.

Zach Davis: Here it comes, he's going for his Rude Awakening!

Jack stumbles up, turns around...


NO! Unhappy ducks it! Both men turn-

Zach Davis: FROWN KICK! Unhappy used the Superkick before Chase could!

Chase hits the mat like a pile of bricks. Unhappy goes for the pin.




Erin Robbins: UNBELIEVABLE! Chase kicked out of the Frown Kick! What heart shown here tonight by Chase Michaels!

Unhappy gets to his feet, livid, yelling in the referee's face that it was a slow count. Cormack is up and waits for Jack to give up the rant. Jack turns towards Cormack....


NO! Jack ducks that too! He's able to hook Cormack and drop him with a Reverse Neckbreaker.

Erin Robbins: UnHappy Daze!

Jack quickly pins Cormack.




Zach Davis: Jack Unhappy picks up another victory!

Unhappy's music hits as he gets to his feet. The fans boo as Unhappy gets his arm raised.

Erin Robbins: No retribution for Chase Michaels tonight, Zach.

Unhappy wastes no time leaving the ring, not waiting for Michaels to recover. As Michaels does, he watches Jack leave, anger on his face.

Jayden Thunder vs James Fatel

Zach Davis: Next up we've got some one on one action sure to entertain everyone!

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from The Land Of The Setting Sun, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds....JAAAAAME FAAAAAATEL!

Fatel sits at ring side, SR-71 They All Fall Down comes over the PA, Fatel sits there listening to the crowed reaction and his own song, he then stands and jumps the barricade and slides in the ring, he sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin.

Erin Robbins: What an interesting entrance!

Zach Davis: It's almost as fast as Mikami's old entrance.

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

"Sound of the drums
Beatin' in my heart
The thunder of guns
Tore me apart
You've been - thunderstruck"

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

Kyle Steel: "And weighing in at 218 pounds, from 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. Once again, Jayden raises his right arm in the air like before on the stage. As his lyrics fade off the P.A. System Jayden hops into the ring and throws some kicks and punches in the air and stretches using the ropes getting ready for the action about to take place.

Erin Robbins: All right, everyone's ready, let's get to the action!


Both men come out of their corners with Thunder looking to tie-up. Fatel looks to oblige when he pushes off Thunder and slaps him in the mouth. The crowd oooo's at the devilish tactics of Fatel as he smirks. Thunder wipes off his mouth and then throws a right hand at Fatel. It connects and Fatel hits the mat before popping right back up. Thunder throws another right but Fatel ducks it. Fatel now behind Thunder and he hits him with a dropkick to the back. Thunder stumbles forward into the ropes and bounces off them chest first. Fatel with the quick roll up from behind.



Thunder with the kick out and Fatel gets back up to his feet. Thunder starts to get back up when Fatel kicks him in the ribs. Thunder now up on his knees and Fatel lays into his chest with a series of kicks. The crowd boos with each kick as Fatel seems to only kick harder to mock them. Fatel now trying for a roundhouse to the head but Thunder ducks it. Thunder pops back up to his feet and gets Fatel with a rear waistlock. Thunder with the German suplex and he bridges it for the pin.



Fatel kicks out at one and both men scramble to get back up to their feet first. They tie-up and fight for control with Thunder winning. Thunder with the side headlock as he leads Fatel over to the ropes, torquing the neck along the way. Thunder now pushing Fatel into the corner before kicking him in the gut. Another kick, followed by a few more. Thunder now climbing the corner before laying into him with punches.


Suddenly Fatel fights back, headbutting Thunder in the midsection. Thunder is doubled over and Fatel wraps him up by the legs before slamming him backfirst down onto the mat. Thunder grabs onto the back of his head as Fatel tries to lock him into the Howling In Pain. He gets it locked in but Thunder is close enough to the ropes to get his leg on them. The referee does the five count and Fatel finally releases it at four. Fatel however pulls him away from the ropes and hooks the leg for the pin.





Thunder gets his shoulder up at two as Fatel rolls off of him. Fatel up to his feet now and he's calling for Full Moon Rising as Thunder slowly tries to get up to his feet. Finally he's up and Fatel spins him around. Fatel lifting him up for the spinebuster but Thunder hits him with a knee to the gut. Thunder now with a DDT and he hooks the leg.




Thunder back up to his feet and he pulls Fatel up with him. Thunder now trying for the Shock Drop but Fatel grabs hold of the top rope and refuses to let go. The referee with the five count and Thunder is forced to let him go after failing to pull him away from the ropes. Fatel back on his feet and Thunder tries to pull him away from the ropes when Fatel catches him with a european uppercut. Fatel now taking Thunder to the mat with the Setting Sun. Fatel with another Howling In Pain, this time away from the ropes.

Zach Davis: Will Thunder tap out?

Thunder tries to fight out of it but is finally forced to tap out. The referee calls for the bell as Fatel gets up to his feet and raises his arms in celebration.

Erin Robbins: And there you have it! James Fatel is victorious tonight over Jayden Thunder!

Zach Davis: What a great showing by Fatel!

Slam goes to commercial.

Gravedigger vs Tek

Zach Davis: Up next is a match that's sure to be a firecracker! WCF Legend Gravedigger in his second week back as an active competitor going one-on-one with another one of WCF's recent returns Tek. We have seen this match in the past, but there's no doubt in my mind that with both of their recent hiatuses, this would be an interesting one.

Erin Robbins: Tek impressed in his debut match last week. Sure, a little hiccup happened, and he lost to WCF Television Champion Caleb Fourchon, who also had an impressive start to his career here as well. No shame at all.

Zach Davis: I second that. Tek is a skilled competitor, as proven by his previous reigns as Peoples Champion and holder of one half of the WCF Tag Team Championships. I don't think he'll be wanting to lose tonight, even against Gravedigger!

Erin Robbins: If you ask me, he looks better than ever before. I like him and his new attitude - not when he was being all lovey-dovey in the past with Steeltoe Joe.

The arena goes pitch black as the crowd starts making a hooplah. "Edge Of Destruction" plays as blue neon lights come on and flash at the stage. Tek comes out from the back and stands looking right at the ring.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... from parts unknown... weighing in at 225 pounds... The 'Cold Blooded' TEK!!!

He makes his way down the ramp to the sound of the crowd jeering him. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around disdainfully, before walking to the ring, getting up on the apron, and sitting on the ropes, taking his time to look at the ramp.

Zach Davis: You are right. It seems that Tek has shed his friendly demeanour ever since his return. It's almost as if the kind and aristocratic individual we've come to know and love never even existed before...

Erin Robbins: Wrestling does that to you. I mean, that probably explains why there are so many... disagreeable folks in the locker room at this very moment.

Zach Davis: Indeed. Tek is out to prove his worth tonight, and one can only begin to fathom what thoughts are running through his head right now.

Erin Robbins: Not pleasant ones, I'm guessing. He's probably thinking how to best take down a legend in the form of Gravedigger.

And speaking of Gravedigger, the man of the hour has arrived. The lights go out and stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at 258 pounds... WCF Hall-Of-Famer... GRAVEDIGGER!!!

The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Adrian walks over to the side of the ring, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron with one of the ropes and then climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.

Gravedigger steps through the top and middle rope and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they rain boos down upon him. He drops back down and approaches Tek. The two men stand tall in the ring, each serious about tonight's bout.

Zach Davis: Both men look focused as all heck tonight. Do you think he will be able to defeat Tek tonight though?

Erin Robbins: DUH. It's Gravedigger! This match will be over in seconds, trust me.

Referee Isaac Pein calls for the bell, and the two men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring. The larger Gravedigger quickly gains an advantage as he forces Tek against the turnbuckle. The official pays close attention to the grapple, before finally deciding that the two wrestlers have to break it up. Tek immediately puts some space between himself and Gravedigger, before the two men start circling each other, each waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The circling continues for a while before Gravedigger decides to move in again. He attempts to catch Tek in another grapple, but this time, The Cold Blooded manages to dodge the grasp! He takes advantage of Gravedigger's mistake, quickly bringing the Hall-Of-Famer to his knees with a series of fists and kicks. Tek then continues to hammer Gravedigger with a series of stinging rights, before taking a breather and smirking. The crowd is booing at both men.

Zach Davis: Wow, such arrogance. He better make the most of the opportunity though.

Erin Robbins: The crowd is not happy. Not happy at all Zach.

Tek then kicks Gravedigger in the gut. GD doubles over and Tek follows up with an irish whip, throwing GD across the ring, snapping off a beautiful spinning heel kick as he returns. Gravedigger recovers, a little groggy at the intensity of the pace, and sits up. Tek stares at him for a moment or two, before running to the ropes and delivering a running dropkick to the head of GD. The Hall-Of-Famer crumples to the mat stomach-first, clearly dazed by the superior speed of his opponent. Tek doesn't let up though, as he immediately hoists him up to his feet, and throws him back to the ropes.

Zach Davis: Looking good there. Ha! Where's your bold claim that this match will be over in seconds?

And Gravedigger returns. Tek lowers his head, ready to perform a back body drop. But GD is ready, and instead strikes with a clothesline from hell, spinning the Southerner around like a rag monkey!

Zach Davis: Grave Marker! Okay, never mind.

Erin Robbins: Heh.

GD goes for a pin.




No! Tek manages to get his shoulder up before the third count!

Erin Robbins: Good effort there. But I think that momentum has fully shifted to Gravedigger now.

Now his turn to smirk, Gravedigger waits for Tek to get back to his feet. As he does, the Hall-Of-Famer grapples him from behind and delivers a HUGE body-to-back suplex! GD picks Tek up and throws him into the turnbuckle. Gravedigger then charges, but Tek gets his boot up in time, reversing the charge attempt. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Tek then takes advantage of the opening to grab Gravedigger's head and sits himself up on the top rope... before hitting a PAINFUL implant DDT!

Erin Robbins: Oh yeah that's gotta hurt!

Tek quickly gets on top, hooking the leg. Referee Isaac Pein at the ready.




No! Gravedigger manages to get his arm up in time! But Tek isn't done just yet. He backs up, playing to the angry crowd as Gravedigger struggles to his feet. Once the Arizonian is up, Tek kicks him in the gut and executes a WICKED JUMPING STO out of nowhere!

Zach Davis: My god! Tek hits the Out Cold! This must be it!




NO! Gravedigger kicks up just milliseconds away from defeat!

Erin Robbins: Two huge nearfalls right in a row. I'll give Tek credit though. Not many can catch Gravedigger off guard for such a long time.

Zach Davis: I agree. What is Tek goin to do now?

Frustrated but nonetheless determined to seal the victory, Tek kicks GD in the head a few times before climbing to the top of the turnbuckle. Though hateful of him, the crowd still rises to their feet to witness what could potentially be a game-changing move.

Erin Robbins: And this is where The Cold Blooded is at his most dangerous! High rope, and he got Gravedigger right where he wants him!

But Gravedigger recovers in time! He rushes over to the ropes and hangs on for dear life, the moving of the ring ropes jerking Tek off-balance and off the turnbuckle! He falls and recovers, but is immediately met with a charging GD! Digger grabs Tek in a forward lifting side slam, and executes the manoeuvre!

Zach Davis: Respecto! This is it!

He slams Tek down on the canvas HARD! And goes for the pin!




No! Tek kicks out, his face still groggy at the effort. The crowd is going wild - despite their dislike for both men. Gravedigger is in disbelief, but firmly shakes his head to retain his composure.

Erin Robbins: My goodness! What will it take to keep either man down?

Zach Davis: I have no idea! But this is so intense Erin! I can feel the end coming!

Gravedigger calmly hoists Tek to his feet, fully intend on destroying the man. But Tek counters with numerous kicks and punches, separating the two with sheer force! Coughing with the effort it takes to subdue him, GD has no choice but to let him go. Tek takes full advantage, and kicks the Hall-Of-Famer in the head HARD, sending him to one knee. Tek then follows it up with a WICKED running knee lift, knocking GD flat on his back!

Zach Davis: Ouch! Wait, what's happening...?

Erin Robbins: Tek is going high again! It's like the old days! Will he succeed this time?

Indeed, Tek pulls himself up to the nearest turnbuckle yet again, signalling to the crowd that his trademark flexibility is going to be displayed once more! He taunts them and climbs up, before preparing to end the match. He jumps off in a magnificent corkscrew shooting star press!

Zach Davis: COLD FACTS! COLD FACTS! Will Tek hit it!?

The Southerner is in the air, rotating wildly as he approaches the limp body of Gravedigger. The noise in the building is getting to an absurd level, everyone eager to see if he will hit it.

Erin Robbins: He's going to hit it!

But no, Gravedigger rolls out of the ring. He grabs a chair from ringside.

Zach Davis: What the-

Tek rolls out after him and Gravedigger swings the chair at him! He connects. Tek is sent reeling as the referee calls for the bell.

Erin Robbins: The referee has thrown the match out! He declares it a no contest.

Zach Davis: But Gravedigger attacked Tek-


Gravedigger tosses the chair to the side as the fans boo.

Zach Davis: The fans wanted more out of this match, that's for sure.

The fans continue booing as Gravedigger leaves, not giving a damn what they think.

Television Title Match
Serbia vs Caleb Fourchon
Special Guest Referee: Steve Orbit

Zach Davis: Television Title time! Let's go to Kyle Steel.

Camera switches to Kyle Steel in the middle of the ring. Noticably absent is a referee.

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF Television Title!

"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.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... from New York City... weighing in at one hundred and twenty-one pounds... SERBIA!

Kyle Steel: And her opponent, from Dulac, Louisiana, weighing 277 pounds: the WCF Television Champion, Caleb Fourchon!

Bernard Herriman’s “Cape Fear Suite” cues up from the arena’s speakers. Stalking out from the gorilla position comes Fourchon. In addition to the TV Title strapped to his waist, the Cajun Crippler has some new accessories.

Zach Davis: What the hell is Caleb wearing?

Good question, Zach. Caleb has on Orbit’s pimp hat, of course. The brim is soiled, and the feather wilted, but it’s still cleaner than his usual ring gear. A furred cape, made from the pelts of several different animals, is slung over his shoulders. Around his neck is his gris-gris bag, and he carries a long wooden crawfish paddle in his left hand.

Erin Robbins: The Television Champion is debuting some new swag for the WCF Universe tonight!

Fourchon makes his normal ring entrance. He walks up to the apron and leaps onto it before stepping over the ropes. He makes a circuit around the ring, one greasy paw clutching at his purloined headwear protectively.

Zach Davis: I cannot believe Fourchon is doing this. He’s obviously dressed this way to antagonize Steve Orbit, which is stupid on multiple levels.

Erin Robbins: I like it, Zach. It’s Caleb’s way of saying he’s not afraid of the Mack and what he can do to him.

Zach Davis: It’s a message that could cost him at the bare minimum his title, Erin.

Kyle Steel: And her opponent, from Dulac, Louisiana... weighing two hundred and seventy-seven pounds... he is the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION... THE CAJUN CRIPPLER... CALEB FOURCHON!

"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne plays over the PA. Steve Orbit steps out from backstage wearing a standard referee outfit-- except for the 'gator shoes. He slowly makes his way to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the way.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the special guest referee for this match-- "THE MACK" STEVE ORBIT!

Orbit slides into the ring, shaking his head as Caleb "struts" around the ring. At this time Orbit does the usual checks for foreign objects. He seems to enjoy patting down Serbia. He asks to double-check her, but the serious look on her face is enough to drive him away. When he approaches Fourchon, the two have a brief exchange before Caleb allows Orbit to search him, although he doesn't look to happy about it. After that, Orbit spends close to a minute trying to get him to hand over the TV title-- Orbit finally rips the belt away from his grasp and passes it to a ringhand. Satisfied, Orbit calls for both competitors to meet in the center of the ring and begins having an inaudible talk with them.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit doing a bit of coaching before the match?

Caleb rolls his eyes, and Serbia looks uninterested.

Erin Robbins: Figures that a little bit of power would go to Orbit's head.

Zach Davis: I'm sure he's just taking his job seriously, Erin.

Finally, Orbit calls for the bell.


Caleb and Serbia begin to circle each other. They lock up-- Caleb goes behind Serbia with a hammerlock. Serbia hits Caleb with a back elbow and he releases the hold. She spins around and the two lock up once again. This time, Caleb powers the much smaller Serbia into the corner. He swings a forearm in her direction but she ducks and slides between his legs. Before Caleb can turn around she catches him with a dropkick to his back, and his chest bounces off the turnbuckles, causing him to stumble backwards-- Serbia uses the momentum from that and rolls him up!


Erin Robbins: Caleb kicks out before two!

Zach Davis: Serbia trying to go for an early win against the Television Champion, who is almost a foot and a half taller, and a hundred and fifty pounds heavier!

After the pin attempt, Orbit tries to create seperation between the two competitors. As Caleb gets to his feet, Serbia rushes past Orbit and catches Caleb with a running knee to the head. Caleb drops to a kneeling position and Serbia begins a series of mudhole stomps to the chest. Following that she backs up and hits a running big boot to Fourchon's face. The TV champ falls flat on his back. Serbia exits to the apron and slingshots in with a legdrop, followed by another cover.



Zach Davis: Fourchon kicks out at two! What a great start for Serbia.

Erin Robbins: I think she understands this opportunity. The Television championship has launched so many great careers here in the WCF. Including our current World Champion, Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: And also including the man who is guest refereeing this match, Steve Orbit.

Serbia stays on Fourchon, stomping him out. He works his way to his feet. Serbia grabs him and whips him into the corner. She charges, hitting a seated splash in the corner.

Zach Davis: Wait-- what's this?

Serbia attempts a bronco buster but Caleb has wrapped his long arms around her legs, trapping her. She swings a fist but her reach is not long enough. Caleb works his way to his knees, still holding Serbia's legs. He begins to stand as Serbia panics trying to break free, and as he holds her high, he drops to a sitting position, driving Serbia's back to the mat in a move that resembles a sitting powerbomb.

Erin Robbins: Freakish strength. FREAKISH.

Zach Davis: And just like that, Serbia's offensive roll comes to a hault.

Caleb rests for a moment before getting to his feet. He sneers at Steve Orbit before pulling Serbia to her feet and hitting an inverted bodyslam. As she lays on the mat, Caleb goes toe-to-toe with Orbit.

Zach Davis: Watch what you're doing, big guy! Title on the line!

Orbit yells at Fourchon to get out of his face. Caleb grins and goes back to Serbia, pulling her off the mat and hitting her with a forearm. He follows up with another forearm and then grabs Serbia in a front facelock-- he drops to the mat, holding the facelock, and rolls her in a Gator Roll. Serbia struggles to escape but Fourchon rolls her again. Finally, Caleb releases the hold. He raises to his feet and begins stomping on Serbia before pulling her to her feet once again. He whips her to the ropes and hits a fall away slam, held for the pin.



Erin Robbins: Serbia kicks out at two!

Fourchon rolls to a knee, resting while he waits for Serbia to get up. When she slowly gets to her feet, Caleb launches with a running crossbody-- Serbia drops down, pulling the top rope down with her, and Caleb goes flying to the outside!

Zach Davis: Great reversal!

Serbia exits to the apron. She waits for Caleb to get up-- and jumps off with a leg lariat!

Erin Robbins: Marijuana Trip off the apron! The Television champion hits the ringside floor hard!

Serbia slowly gets up from the high-impact move. Caleb is laid out at ringside. Inside the ring, Orbit begins the ten count.

"ONE.. TWO.."

Serbia stomps out Caleb.


Serbia rams Caleb's head into the steel steps.

"FIVE.. SIX.."

Serbia rolls into the ring.

Zach Davis: Remember, the Television championship WILL switch hands on a countout or disqualification!

Erin Robbins: I'd hate to see that happen here, but you're right, Zach.


Caleb begins to get up, although he looks disoriented.


Caleb rolls back into the ring. Serbia meets him with a series of stomps to his head. She heads to the corner and sits on the top turnbuckle, standing on the second rope-- she leaps off with an elbow drop, but Caleb rolls away!

Steve Orbit: You just a rollin' mother fucker, huh?

Serbia holds her arm on the mat. Caleb slowly begins to get up. By the time he gets to his feet, Serbia is also getting up.

Zach Davis: This is anybody's match at this point.

Caleb runs towards Serbia with a big boot--

Zach Davis: Serbia side-steps the big boot!

Caleb gets caught up in the ropes. He slowly pulls his leg out but Serbia hits a springboard kick off the second rope, catching Caleb in the back of the head. Caleb drops to the mat. Serbia scales the corner and stands on the top turnbuckle-- she quickly leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault!

Erin Robbins: Reign of Terror connects!

Zach Davis: What a move! Here's the pin, Steve Orbit in position!




"Dead Beat" by Michael Graves plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: Serbia has done it! New Television champion!

Erin Robbins: I knew she had it in her. Congratulations to Serbia, tasting her first WCF gold.

The ref hands the belt to Serbia. She celebrates in the ring for a few moments before dropping down and rolling out of the ring. She ignores the fans as she makes her way to the back.

Zach Davis: What a great match, though.

Erin Robbins: And no interference from Orbit, surprisingly.

Orbit and Fourchon are left in the ring, and they meet in the center of the ring.

Zach Davis: You might have spoke to soon, Erin.

Erin Robbins: It looks like... yeah, Orbit is demanding his hat back.

Orbit is inches away from Caleb's face, screaming at him. After a few moments, Caleb SHOVES off Orbit-- Orbit comes back with the Pimp Slap!

Zach Davis: OOF!

Without wasting any time, Orbit slips behind Caleb Fourchon and sends him crashing down with a half-nelson suplex.

Zach Davis: HONEY DIP!

Erin Robbins: That's it. Steve Orbit just crossed a line. He's going to pay for that, believe me.

Zach Davis: He has every right to be upset! His personal property was stolen!

Erin Robbins: So call the police! File a report! You don't take matters into your own hands. Then again, we all know about the Mack's CRIMINAL tendencies.

Orbit scans ringside for his hat-- behind his back, Caleb rolls out of the ring. He searches underneath the ring for the hat, which he had hidden earlier. He grabs the hat and high-tails it out of there. By the time Orbit turns around, Caleb is more than halfway up the ramp, hat in hand. Orbit yells at Caleb from the ring.

Zach Davis: Orbit's saying this isn't over!

Erin Robbins: It won't be over until Caleb Fourchon returns the beating that he just got from Steve Orbit.


Orbit's music hits and he plays to the crowd before we fade out to commercial.

Lilith vs Jayson Price

Erin Robbins: Up next, the brand new Internet Champion, Lilith squares off against brand new Peoples Champion, Jayson Price.

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

Erin Robbins: You know I’d usually disagree with you on that, but both these competitors have been very impressive lately. It is going to be a very hard one to call indeed.

Zach Davis: It's no secret that Lilith seems to be unstoppable since making her return to the company. But Jayson Price has also been extremely impressive and pretty much unstoppable at this point. I know Lilith has been training with Sarah Twilight, but does she really have what it takes to defeat Jayson Price here tonight? I honestly don’t think she does.

Erin Robbins: Of course she does. The best thing about Lilith is that she’s completely and utterly unpredictable. Jayson will not know what he’s going up against here and that could cost him the match right there.

Zach Davis: Don’t forget that Jayson Price is pretty much a veteran in this company, Lilith on the other hand is still in training. She has a tough match ahead of her that’s for sure.

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

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 pulls off his t-shirt and fakes throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.

Zach Davis: Blatant sign of disrespect there. This guy really needs to be knocked down a peg or two.

Erin Robbins: I actually find him kind of funny. Besides no one respects the referees… well no one worthwhile anyway.

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 doesn’t look at all like her usual self though, she doesn’t skip, she doesn’t smile… she doesn’t even have her teddy bear with her, she just walks down to the ring extremely slowly completely ignoring the crowd who look on a bit confused by Liliths current attitude.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds, current Elite and Internet Champion ... LILITH!!!

Lilith eventually reaches the ring and just climbs up the steps straight away, she doesn’t even bother circling the ring like she would usually do. She climbs through the ropes with a blank expression on her face and waits for the referee to ring the bell.

Erin Robbins: I… errrrrr… I have to say that is perhaps the strangest entrance Lilith has ever made and we’re used to seeing her with teddy bears and giant lollypops! What is going on here? Why does she look so blank?

Zach Davis: Isn’t it obvious? She’s lost her confidence without Sarah being with her. She expressed her worries before the match and she did not sound very confident at all that she was going to win this match. Its almost as if she’s given up before the match has even begun…

Erin Robbins: Well whatever she’s doing, she better snap out of it soon otherwise she is going to get very very hurt here tonight. Jayson Price will not go easy on her just because she’s upset. And there’s the bell, this thing is underway. Lilith is still just standing there...

Jayson immediately comes out of his corner, headed straight for the center of the ring but Lilith does not meet him. She just stands in the exact same place she was in before the bell rang. Jayson looks at her a bit confused as he walks over to her and stares at her in her face. Lilith doesn’t even blink, she just continues to stare out into nothingness.

Erin Robbins: This girl has lost it… look at her eyes she’s starting to creep me out!

Zach Davis: It appears Jayson doesn’t really know how to approach this, he’s just staring back at her… Oh my god! Did you see that slap! He just slapped the taste right out of Liliths mouth!

Lilith falls backwards into the turnbuckle after be slapped so hard it’s a wonder she’s even still on her feet. She doesn’t rebound from the turnbuckle though, she just continues to lean against the pads as Jayson slowly walks over to her. Jayson clicks his fingers in Liliths face trying to get a response out of the dark haired woman but she just continues to lean against the pads motionless. Jayson shrugs his shoulders as he slams a hard right fist right into Liliths jaw, then a left and then another right.

Zach Davis: This isn’t right! She isn’t even defending herself! Jayson is just unloading left and rights right into her face and she hasn’t even lifted her arms to try and protect herself… this is getting dangerous. The referee needs to stop this thing!

Erin Robbins: He can’t do anything about this, Zach. It is perfectly legal. If she doesn’t want to defend herself that is entirely up to her.

Zach Davis: She… OH MY GOD! He just nearly took her head off with that punch! And she’s busted open! The ref needs to stop this thing! She is clearly not in the right state of mind to fight in this match.

Lilith falls to the floor after receiving the last, strongest right hand from Jayson. She Lifts her hand up to her lip and looks down at the blood which is currently pouring out of her mouth. Jayson steps over to Lilith and drives a hard kick right into Liliths ribs, Lilith rolls across the floor leaving a trail of blood behind her as she grabs her rips screaming in pain. Jayson continues to look at Lilith confused as she doesn’t even bother to pick herself up off the mat. Jayson sends one more stop into Liliths back before he picks her up off the canvas, blood still pouring from her mouth. Jayson wraps his arm around Liliths head and drives her into the canvas hitting a hard DDT.

Zach Davis: Lilith easily could have got out of that… and she just lets Jayson hit her with a DDT. Why won’t she fight him back? I just don’t get it. This woman just confuses me.

Erin Robbins: She’s lost the will to fight, Zach. It’s that simple. It doesn’t matter anyway this thing is over, Jayson is going for the cover. The referee gets into position…




Zach Davis: No, no Lilith kicks out! She hasn’t faught back all match but she’s kicked out! I don’t understand this…

Jayson looks at Lilith infuriated as he climbs on top of her and begins to drive hard left and rights into her face, which she still refuses to block or dodge. Liliths right eye begins to bleed as more blood begins to cover her face, soaking into her hair. The referee eventually has no choice but to pull Jayson off of Lilith. Lilith holds her hand up to her eye and presses her fingers against the wound, looking at the blood. She just sighs and rolls over in the ring as Jayson begins to yell at the downed Lilith.

Jayson Price: You’re fucking worthless. You’re right, you aren’t a wrestler! You don’t even deserve to be in the same ring as me! What the hell does Sarah see in you, Lilith?! Do you even know?! You’re nothing but a pathetic little bitch and Sarah is even more stupid than I thought if she hangs around useless women like you!!!

Zach Davis: Jayson Price is now trash talking Lilith midmatch. Surely she has to do something now… she has to do anything…

Jayson once again goes to pick Lilith up off the floor, but Lilith digs her nails into his arm and stands up with her own free will showing her teeth and almost growling at Jayson.

Zach Davis: Yes! Finally Lilith is retaliating!

Lilith sends a hard knee into Jaysons gut and throws him head first into the turnbuckle. She begins to unload left and rights all over his upper body and eventually pulls him out of the corner hitting him with a hard clothesline.

Zach Davis: Looks like Lilith has finally got her mind into this match. But at the stage is it enough?

Erin Robbins: She’s going for the cover… this could be the comeback of the century if she gets the win here. The referee is in position…




No! Jayson shoots his shoulder up!

Zach Davis: Woah that was close!

Erin Robbins: That was nearly it right there. Come on Lilith!

Lilith looks around the arena for motivation from the crowd, who are actually cheering her despite the fact that she’s with Sarah Twilight. Deciding to put an end to this match Lilith attempts to lift Jayson Price up into a Twilight Zone… But instead, Jayson shifts his weight and drops himself down behind Lilith, sending a strong drop kick into her back. Lilith stumbles across the ring and falls into the tuckbuckle once again, trying to hold herself up against the pads.

Erin Robbins: Jayson Price showing his experience in the ring, reversing Liliths version of The Twilight Zone there. He is obviously still the aggressor here.

Zach Davis: You’re actually right, Lilith is going to need to try a lot harder than that to beat Jayson Price here tonight…

Jayson rushes at Lilith going for a shoulder tackle but she manages to throw herself out of the way at the last minute, sending Jayson shoulder first into the ring post. The crowd begin a Lilith chant as she looks around with blood now pouring down her face onto her clothes. She tries to smile but all that is visible is a sea of crimson red.

Erin Robbins: Ew. Poor Lilith.

The new Internet Champion lifts the new People's Champion up...


Out of NOWHERE! Price hits it! He drops on top of Lilith, pinning her, too tired to hook the leg.




Erin Robbins: PRICE WINS IT!

The bell sounds as the fans begin to boo. Price rises to his feet and is handed his People's Championship.

Zach Davis: When this match was made, we had no idea it would be two new Champions facing off against one another. But the People's Champion reigns supreme.

Price briefly glances towards Lilith's Elite Championship before leaving the ring, victory accomplished.

Sarah Twilight vs Oblivion

Zach Davis: Up next, we got a HOT one in store as Sarah Twilight returns to action and takes on the monster himself, Oblivion!

Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight is a monster herself, and a far more dangerous one than Oblivion is. People may have forgotten the horrors she's capable of since she's been running the company instead of competing regularly. But any lapse in those memories will soon be put to rest.

Zach Davis: Putting these two in a ring together is like ... it's like just ASKING for trouble!

Erin Robbins: We're going to see sick ... that's for DAMN SURE!

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

Pop from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first ...

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 three hundred five pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... OBLIVION!!!

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.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent ...

The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.

Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California ... weighing in at one hundred forty two pounds .... she is "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!!!!

Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, and she stops, glaring at a few of the fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, just staring out at the crowd with a very evident lack of emotion as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.

Zach Davis: Oh boy, here we go!

Senior Referee, Stanley Moser calls for the bell. Oblivion, in complete confidence and with an almost orgasmic twisted grin, clasps his hands together behind him and leans forward as if offering Sarah Twilight the "first shot." This garners a round of cheers from the crowd, who begin heckling Sarah. However, Sarah simply smirks and headbutts Oblivion right on the bridge of the nose! Oblivion immediately brings his hands up to his nose, probably lucky if it isn't broken. It doesn't take long for him to realize that was a bad call. Though he isn't given any time to recuperate as Sarah takes him into the ropes for an Irish whip. On the return, she takes him over with a powerslam and stays with him for the cover. Moser gets into position.




Oblivion pushes a shoulder up off the mat before three.

Erin Robbins: Sarah Twilight not wasting ANY time! She almost ended it ALREADY!

Zach Davis: It will take a lot more than that to put Oblivion away. Though I do believe she has his attention now.

Erin Robbins: This is about making a point. This is about determining who exactly is WCF's greatest monster. I have no doubt in my mind, that Sarah Twilight is that person.

Zach Davis: Like I said, we got two snakes in that ring ... and they both bite.

Oblivion was obviously taken off guard. But any misconceptions he had were quickly placed to rest. Now this was going to be about business. The look in his eyes as he rolls to his knees tell a story. If Sarah wanted a fight, then he would give her a fight ... or not? The crowd begins to CHEER wildly as Oblivion rolls himself out of the ring, taking his time to compose himself with the Vixens. Moser begins his ten count and Sarah looks PISSED!





Erin Robbins: Look at this moronic display. And these idiots love it.

Zach Davis: I don't know that Oblivion is doing this for them ... but he's having himself a blast either which way.

Sarah exits the ring, not in the mood for his shit. She SHOVES a few of the Vixens out of her way. When she reaches Oblivion, he turns around suddenly and NAILS her with a clothesline that sends the back of her head bouncing off the outside floor. The crowd's cheers are elevated. Moser continues his count.




Oblivion brings a very dazed Sarah back to the ring and rolls her inside as Moser gets to an eight count. Oblivion raises his arms in a dominant display, allowing Moser to reach a count of nine before actually entering the ring himself. He drops down for the cover on Sarah and hooks the leg. Moser slides into position and the crowd is definitely showing it's support for Oblivion on this particular night.




Sarah is able to kick out.

Erin Robbins: Look at that! He should be disqualified!

Zach Davis: Oh please. Twilight has done things just as bad if not worse. She gettin' a little bit of her own medicine.

Erin Robbins: You know what? I hope you eat those words when Sarah knocks every last one of his teeth down his throat!

Zach Davis: You do realize that Sarah is no longer your boss, right?

Oblivion pulls himself back to his feet after the pinfall attempt and he hauls Sarah to hers, sending her into the turnbuckle HARD with an Irish whip. Her back hits it with extreme velocity and it causes her to stumble forward into a European uppercut courtesy of "The God of Insanity." Once again, Oblivion takes this opportunity to display his control of the match. He points down at Sarah and glides his hand along his own throat, signaling he was going to end it.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion trying to maintain control now ... but it won't last long.

Zach Davis: Sarah's in trouble ... there ain't no two ways about it. Oblivion came ready.

Erin Robbins: Oblivion better enjoy his moment while he can. He might think he's ready, but he isn't. Sarah Twilight has dominated the entire landscape of WCF, now she is back here to do the very same once again.

Oblivion reaches down and grabs a handful of Sarah's red locks to again haul her back to a vertical base and deliver more punishment. However, she instead pulls him down into an inside cradle pinning combination and the crowd begins to boo. Moser once again gets himself into position.



Kickout by Oblivion!

Both Oblivion and Twilight roll to their feet after yet another swift pinning attempt by Sarah. Oblivion seems infuriated as he makes a move toward Twilight once more, but is met with a dropkick for his troubles. Oblivion is taken down unexpectedly again and pulls himself up to a seated position just as Sarah runs at him with a snap kick that catches him right on the jaw. This causes another eruption of boos from the crowd.

Erin Robbins: And look at where it's at now. Sarah is dismantling him little by little. It's a slow, painful process that I am quite sure she highly enjoys.

Zach Davis: I am more concerned that Oblivion may be enjoying it!

Oblivion holds his jaw as he pulls himself back to his feet, glaring at Sarah with a look of disgust. Twilight moves in after him and is met with a kick to the gut that he follows up with a DDT. Oblivion takes a moment to shake off the cobwebs from the kick to his face and still looks none too happy. With Sarah down, Oblivion leaps up and hits a legdrop across the back of her neck and head. Just for good measure, or perhaps for the hell of it, he drops a second and third leg to follow suit.

Zach Davis: The momentum shifts have been back and forth. Oblivion taking control once again for the time being.

Erin Robbins: For now. It will just be a matter of time before Sarah has things back in her own favor.

Zach Davis: Are you here to call this match or put out a personal ad for Sarah Twilight?

Erin Robbins: I am calling the match. Now shut up and let me watch.

Oblivion now with a running soccer kick that nails Sarah in the side of her ribs and garners another raucous round of cheers from the crowd. Oblivion laughs as he hauls Sarah to her feet, lifting her for a vertical suplex. However, she uses the momentum to fall free of it and instead pulls Oblivion into a neckbreaker. Both competitors are down for the time being as Sarah was still recuperating from the flurry of offense delivered by Oblivion. Moser begins another ten count toward the two.





Erin Robbins: Come on Sarah, get up!

Zach Davis: Both of them are stirring on the canvas. Isn't it odd to listen to a ten count again? The possibility of disqualifications? Wow!

Oblivion begins pulling himself to his feet as Sarah Twilight does the same. The two answer the ten count after only five and recollect themselves for a brief moment. But the time for rest doesn't last long as the two are right back at each others throats already. Oblivion nails a hard right hand that catches Sarah and staggers her back a step or two. She returns with a right hand of her own that stumbles Oblivion back! The crowd is really getting into it now as the two start trading rapid blows in the center of the ring. And as the crowd eats it up, they are quickly silenced as Oblivion answers one of the blows with a vicious backhand slap across Sarah's face.

Crowd: Oooooooooooh!

Erin Robbins: He just bitch slapped her! That ... that monster!

Zach Davis: Uh oh! I don't think she looks too happy about it.

The blow for blow war comes to a halt as Sarah's face remains turned to the side after the slap. She has not yet turned her eyes back toward Oblivion Oblivion who is grinning ear to ear. Finally, and without warning, she retaliates by punching him right between the eyes on the bridge of his nose, where she had headbutted him earlier! Oblivion covers his nose, his eyes water up from the impact though he isn't actually crying. He is momentarily stunned by the blow and unable to take in a good breath as his nose was possible fractured.

Erin Robbins: That's intelligent wrestling ... she keeps going after the same location. That nose was rattled earlier and she is making sure to keep Oblivion on the defensive.

Zach Davis: I don't think a punch to the nose has much wrestling attached to it.

Erin Robbins: That's where you're oblivious. Keeping your opponent in a dazed state is smart. This opens up a world of opportunity.

As Oblivion tries to shake off the blow, Sarah unleashes her anger onto him as she hauls him up and over with a T-Bone suplex. Oblivion crashes onto the mat and quickly rolls away, still clutching his nose. As he gets himself back to his feet, still trying to catch his breath, he is met with a jumping calf kick to the face that again floors him! The crowd is going absolutely wild at this point not even caring who is in control. Now, Sarah Twilight climbs the turnbuckle. Oblivion down on the canvas.

Zach Davis: And Sarah Twilight has just turned this match around! What is she doing here?

Erin Robbins: She is about to end this match is what it looks like to me.

Sarah perches herself on the top turnbuckle and pushes herself off into a diving moonsault looking to land You Don't Matter. Though Oblivion rolls himself out of the way and back to his feet as Sarah lands with her feet firmly planted on nothing but canvas. As she turns around to continue the assault on Oblivion, she is met with a running kneelift.

Zach Davis: And the momentum has been put at a halt courtesy of Oblivion! Sarah Twilight now on the receiving end.

Erin Robbins: That was close! Come on Sarah ... get him. Don't let him treat you like that. Damn it this isn't good.

Zach Davis: Having some doubts now, are we?

Erin Robbins: No ... just ... oh just call the match!

Zach Davis: You are unbelievable.

Oblivion wastes no time keeping the pressure on as he brings Sarah up from the canvas and hoists her up without any hesitation, dropping her with a powerbomb that seems to nearly fold her in half! Oblivion drops down and covers her, smirking as he looks to Moser, who slides into position.




Sarah Twilight kicks out before three!

Erin Robbins: YES!

Zach Davis: She managed to kick out, ERIN! And Oblivion is in shock!

Erin Robbins: I told you. Oblivion doesn't know what he's walked into. Sarah Twilight came here for a FIGHT.

Zach Davis: And so did Oblivion.

Oblivion looks pretty frustrated that it wasn't over ... yet at the same time, he seems almost content that it would continue. He grabs Twilight and tosses her through the ring ropes to the outside before arguing with Stanley Moser about the count. After a few moments of heated words, he finally abandons the debate. Sarah is now back on her feet on the outside and Oblivion takes a running start and LAUNCHES over the top rope with a suicide dive!!! However, Sarah sidesteps him and he CRASHES SKULL FIRST into the guardrail!!!!


Erin Robbins: Did he just ... kill himself? Damn!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! He isn't moving and I have no idea what kind of condition he is in out there.

Erin Robbins: He needs to just forfeit at this point.

Stanley Moser doesn't know what to do here, so he does the only thing he can. He begins a ten count on both competitors. Meanwhile, medical staff begins to assemble on the entrance ramp to evaluate Oblivion's condition.






Sarah begins dragging Oblivion back toward the ring, but is having a hard time moving his dead weight. Obviously, she had no intentions of winning this match via countout. Medical staff starts making their way to ringside.




Sarah rolls herself into the ring to break his count. And the appearance of medical staff also helps her cause as Moser ceases the count to allow Oblivion to be evaluated. However, when the medical staff arrives, Oblivion begins to push himself to his feet. A crimson mask covers his face under the mask, but in all other aspects, he seems to be okay. The crash landing was not as bad as it had originally looked. Immediately, Sarah exits the ring after him. But as she tries to roll him onto the ring apron, he shoves her off HARD and her head bounces off the RINGPOST!!!

Erin Robbins: He used the ringpost! That's illegal! Stop the match!

Zach Davis: Give it a rest!

He doesn't get more than a one count as Oblivion rolls Sarah back into the ring and follows suit. He wipes some of the blood from his face as he looks down at his fallen foe, who is also donning a gash on her forehead now after having been shoved into the ring post. Oblivion sits in wait as Sarah slowly makes her way back to her feet. As she does, he hooks her up into an inverted suplex grapple and then ... SOULTAKER! He NAILS it! However, the battle thus far has taken it's toll on him as well and he catches his breath for just a second, shaking off the cobwebs.

Zach Davis: Oblivion just put the exclamation point on this one!

Erin Robbins: NO! Oh my GOD NO!!!

Oblivion rolls back now, covering her and he hooks the leg. Moser into position.




NO! Sarah Twilight manages to get a shoulder up before three! And the crowd is even is disbelief! Oblivion's jaw is agape and he cannot believe it!

Erin Robbins: YES! She kicked out. Oblivion doesn't know what to do to put her away!

Zach Davis: Just that momentary lapse by Oblivion it would seem, was enough to allow her to kick out. But SOMEHOW she's still in this! Oblivion looks LIVID.

Oblivion sits up with his hands in his lap and he shakes his head. This was unacceptable to say the least. He glares at Moser who stands firm on his call of a two count. Finally, Oblivion gets to his feet, blood still dripping from his face and he drags Sarah a few paces toward the turnbuckle. He shakes his head in disgust and begins climbing the turnbuckle, deciding that perhaps delivering an Obi-Sault from the top would seal the deal.

Zach Davis: Sarah Twilight is in serious trouble here!

Erin Robbins: Sarah move! Get out of there!

Oblivion climbs the turnbuckle, but suddenly, Sarah rolls to her feet, grabbing hold of him from behind before he could turn around and summoning all of her strength, she pulls him down off the top with a TWILIGHT ZONE!!!! Oblivion's head cracks against the canvas and he looks to be out of it! Though Sarah was just as worse off as he was and collapses in the corner after delivering the devastating move.

Zach Davis: WHOA! What a Twilight Zone! She nails it!

Erin Robbins: Thanks for coming Oblivion, Buh-bye!

Sarah finally crawls over for the cover and drapes her arm over the top of Oblivion. Moser gets into position and the crowd is on the edge of their seats as he makes the count.




NO! Oblivion manages to somehow get a shoulder up now!

Erin Robbins: WHAT?! NO! That was three! That was THREE!

Zach Davis: And now it is Sarah Twilight who can't believe it. Both competitors have taken it to one another, but neither will stay down. This is incredible!

Both of them are slow to get back to their feet. Blood and sweat drips from the both of them. Oblivion uses the ropes to pull himself up as Sarah uses the turnbuckle. They both rush each other, seemingly with the same idea as the COLLIDE into each other, double clothesline! And both of them are down and out. Moser hesitates for a bit before starting his ten count. Deciding now to give a bit of leeway.






Zach Davis:This match has taken it's toll on each competitor. I don't know how this one is going to end!

Erin Robbins: I don't think anyone, myself included, could have expected what we are witnessing here!





Moser's count is exhausted as Sarah Twilight manages to make it to one knee before the count of ten. Oblivion is half a step behind her. Sarah bounces herself off of the ropes and launches herself at Oblivion for a cross body, but he CATCHES her! He hoists her over his shoulders for a Death Valley Driver, but instead she pulls him down into a crucifix pinning combination. Moser there in position.



THRE--he forces his way out!

Zach Davis: Another swift, unexpected pinfall attempt by Sarah Twilight!

Erin Robbins: This entire thing is making me nervous. It has to end ... it has to!

Both of them roll back to their feet and now Oblivion swings around behind her for a backslide! Again, Moser is in position.



THRE--and Sarah forced her way out!

Zach Davis: Near fall after near fall here! This one is so close, I...I don't even want to speculate on what may happen.

Erin Robbins: No matter what they are throwing at each other, it just doesn't seem to be enough!

Again both competitors get back to their feet and now Oblivion takes Twilight with an Irish whip into the ropes. Leap frog on the return. Sarah again into the ropes and an arm drag attempt by Oblivion on this occasion. Hop over by Twilight, and now she takes Oblivion for a reverse Irish whip! But he counters with a sidestep of his own and locks in a full nelson! He cinches it tightly and Sarah looks like she has no where to go!

Zach Davis: Full Nelson locked in. Sarah Twilight may be fading here!

Erin Robbins: .....

Sarah tries to slowly make her way toward the corner as Oblivion continues to wrench the hold, trying to wear her down. Each step takes more and more energy from her but she just can't get close enough to grab hold of the ropes. Moser is checking her for a fade out or submission, but she forced her way on. She comes so very close to reaching the corner ropes, but Oblivion again wrenches the hold even tighter. Moser inspecting closely.

Zach Davis: And she's fading out, fast! The corner just a few inches away. So close, but yet so far.

Erin Robbins: Reach it! Come on Sarah! You can make it! Come on!

Sarah continues to fade as Oblivion relentlessly jerks his arms back and forth. Once she was half unconscious, an Obi-Bomb would put an end to this night. And just when it appears that all hope is lost, she suddenly makes a daring move! Kicking her feet up, she pushes herself backwards using the turnbuckle as a spingboard. The momentum sends Oblivion staggering back and he loses his balance, falling to the mat. Sarah falls back with him as he still had the hold locked in. Using the same momentum, she is able to roll herself almost completely off of Oblivion. Her head and neck being squeezed tightly now as he still had the hold locked in.

Zach Davis: What the?

But this also forced her weight down onto Oblivion's arms, causing him to be unable to release the hold, and also pinning his shoulders to the mat. Moser checks his shoulders and slides into position.




Oblivion finally manages to release the hold, but he is too late as he hears the sound of the bell.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... "The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!

Erin Robbins: YES! Sarah Twilight returns with a vengeance! Oblivion with a hell of a performance I must admit, but tonight ... Sarah Twilight out wrestled Oblivion. Proving once again that she is the greatest wrestler we have ever laid eyes upon.

Zach Davis: There is no denying her in ring talent. That was very crafty for sure. Sarah Twilight picking up where she had left off before. Impressive return and an impressive victory over one of the greats. Sarah Twilight is the snake that leaves the pit victorious tonight.

Though as "The Only One" blasts over the arena once again, it is clear Sarah wasn't satisfied with just having pinned Oblivion. She exits the ring quickly and retrieves a folding chair from ringside. Oblivion makes his way back to his feet inside of the ring, disappointed with the outcome. He turns around to be CRACKED in the head with the chair! The monster falls to the canvas after the shot to his already bleeding skull. The crowd boos like MAD.

Zach Davis: Oh come on! The match is over!

Erin Robbins: I told you, she's here to make a point. There is a difference between victory, and dominance. What Sarah Twilight displays is dominance.

Sarah takes the folding chair, opening it slightly and places it over the downed Oblivion's skull. The crowd continues to boo as she looks down at her prey with cold, callous eyes.

Zach Davis: Oh no ... oh no come on!

Erin Robbins: This is starting to get good now!

Sarah takes a few steps back and her eyes narrow with a slight scowl upon her face as she moved foward.





Over and over again she STOMPS on the chair, crushing Obi's skull between the steel. The monster is not moving. Sarah does not relent on the vicious assault.




Zach Davis: This is disgusting! This isn't a wild west WCF anymore! Stop her!

Erin Robbins: Seth can't do anything about this. Sarah does whatever she wants. You heard just like I did last week.

Several officials make their way down to the ring and get between Sarah and the fallen Oblivion. She stares ahead without any care or concern for what she'd done. The officials manages to get Sarah from the ring as our cameras pan to see Oblivion lying in the ring ... motionless.

Zach Davis: That woman has no soul!

Erin Robbins: She made a statement here tonight. A VERY clear statement. She's back ... no one is safe. She started with the monster himself. Everyone else ... they'd better watch themselves!

Stacy Robinson/Chelsea Black Armstrong vs S-PAC

“I'm not Afraid” by Lacuna Coil begins to blare from the P.A system, causing the crowd to erupt with joy.

Kyle Steel: This match is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for one fall with a sixty minute time limit. First coming to the ring, at a combined weight of 308 pounds, the team of Chelsea Black Armstrong and Stacy Robinson!

Stacy and Chelsea step out onto the entrance ramp, and throw their fists in the air, causing the crowd to cheer louder. With smiles on their faces, they bound down the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: Stacy and Chelsea coming down to the ring for this unusual match up. It's not often that we have a team of females versus a team of males.

Erin Robbins: You're burying the lead there Zach. Chelsea and Stacy have not been on the best terms the last few weeks. Scott Savage, manager to S-PAC, thought he saw an opportunity to swoop in an gain a new client. Stacy found out the offer was made, and convinced Chelsea that instead of joining them, they should have a tag team match. Given what has happened, this match should be pretty vicious.

The female team climbs into the ring, and poses for the fans a little, before climbing out of the ring. Their music dies, and is replaced by the opening chords of “Hollywood Babylon” by the Misfits. The crowd immediately starts booing. Scott Savage steps out onto the ramp, followed closely by Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu.

Erin Robbins: Here is a team I am excited about. The Savage Political Action Committee has been on a roll lately. Even with John Gable injured, they have been dominant every step of the way.

Zach Davis: Though, with both Benjamin and Waylon having title shots at Payback, you have to wonder how much of their minds are on this match, and how much is pointed to the future.

The three men strut down toward the ring with confident smiles plastered across their faces. Scott steps up the ring steps, and holds the ropes open for his clients. They step inside, and pose for the booing crowd as their music dies down. Stacy and Chelsea climb up onto the apron, and Stacy steps inside, indicating she'll be starting for the team. Waylon steps out onto the apron, leaving Benjamin to begin for their team. The ref gives them a quick reading of the rules, before signaling for the bell to ring. They quickly lock up, and Stacy immediately transitions it into a falling arm drag. Benjy rolls across the ring, and they both pop back to their feet. Atreyu gives her a look that is a mix of shock and respect, before locking up again. Once again she this an arm drag, and they both pop back up.

Erin Robbins: Slow going early on. Both of these wrestlers are known for their mat skills, so they may just be trying to feel each other out.

Benjy gives her a smirk, and signals for another lock up. She goes to do so, but Benjy pokes her in the eye. He wastes no time in tackling her to the ground, and locking her in a tight side headlock. She tries to get up, but he keeps his weight on her, almost grinding her face into the mat. Chelsea stands on the apron, yelling at the ref to stop him. Eventually the ref admonishes him, and he lets go. Benjy hops up, and poses for the crowd, mocking Stacy as they boo. This proves to be a mistake. Robinson recovers quickly, and grabs Benjy from behind, rolling him into a pin.



Benjy kicks out, and rolls back to his corner. He reaches up and tags Waylon in, before rolling to the apron.

Zach Davis: I think Atreyu may have been a bit surprised at the skill of Stacy Robinson on that exchange.

Erin Robbins: She is certainly a talented wrestler, you can't underestimate this woman, or you'll end up with a loss on you record.

Waylon steps forward, and begins circling the center of the ring. Stacy does likewise. She goes in to lock up, but he sidesteps it, and dances around a bit, almost mocking her.

Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash is not a mat wrestler, he is a striker. He's going to do everything he can to make this a stand up brawl.

Zach Davis: That's a smart strategy, because while Stacy Robinson is a well versed mat technician, she is not known for her striking. If Waylon can keep the match in his wheel house, he will have a definite advantage.

She goes to lock up again, but he sidesteps, and hits her with a knee to the gut. She doubles over, allowing him to club her across the shoulder blades, sending her to the mat. He chuckles, but gives her the split second she needs to dive forward, and tackle him at the knees. He hits the ground, and she jumps on top of him, hitting him with lefts and rights to the face. He gets his hands up, but not before she gets several good blows in. She gets to her feet, and immediately drops a knee on his midsection, before stepping across the ring with a smile on her face. Waylon slowly gets to his feet, and Stacy gives him a cocky look from the opposite corner.

Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson getting a little confidence here, and that could go a long way.

Zach Davis: She's certainly thrown her opponents off. They look like they're not sure quite how to handle this.

Waylon circle back over to his corner, and has a short conversation with Benjy, before tagging him in. Atreyu stays in his corner, and motions for Stacy to come get him. She is more than happy to oblige. She sprints across the ring, but Benjy moves in time. She crashes into the corner, and Waylon immediately grabs her, not giving her time to back away. Benjy tags him in, and takes hold of Stacy, lifting her into a powerbomb. Waylon climbs tot he top rope, as the crowd begins to shout.

Zach Davis: They're going for OWHH!

Stacy shifts her weight, and this Benjy with a hurricarana. She immediately pops up, and dives for the corner, sending Waylon sensitive bits first into the steel support. She runs up the ropes, and hits him with a hurricarana, sending him flying to the center of the ring.

Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson taking a definite advantage here, and she hasn't even tagged in her partner yet.

Stacy dives on Waylon for the cover.



...Benjy stomps on the back of Stacy's head, breaking up the pin. The ref yells at him on his way out of the ring, but he ignores it. Stacy and Waylon both get to their feet, and lock up. Stacy twists Waylon's arm around into a hammerlock. She turns that into a headlock, and wrenches on Cash's neck. He lifts her into the air, going for a back suplex, but she shfits her weight, causing him to set her back down. She then drops to the mat, bringing Waylon with her, head first. She squeezes his neck, and leans on the hold, keeping him on the mat as he flails for some kind of hold.

Zach Davis: Even something as simple as a headlock in the hands of Stacy Robinson can be deadly painful. She's a master with these sort of moves, and Waylon Cash is feeling exactly what that means right now.

Erin Robbins: Try not to sound so happy. We're supposed to remain impartial.

Zach Davis: I'm sorry, I've just never seen S-PAC handled like this.

Waylon slowly works his way to his feet, and runs forwar dfor just a second, before dropping to one knee, and shoving Stacy forward. She flies into S-PAC's corner, catching an elbow to the jaw from Atreyu. She stumbles backward, and Waylon rolls her into a schoolboy pin.



...No! Stacy kicks out. Waylon argues with the ref, as Robinson slowly recovers on the mat.

Zach Davis: Perfectly executed tag team maneuver, and Waylon just can't hold on for the three.

Erin Robbins: That's the advantage of being together as long as these two have now. You know each other, you can sort of read each other's movements and know what you need to do.

Waylon lifts Stacy to her feet, and whips her into the ropes. He this a hard spine buster, and goes for the pin.



...Kick out!

Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson showing tremendous fortitude here. That was a wicked spine buster by Waylon Cash.

Cahs looks frustrated, and walks over to his corner, tagging in Benjy. Atreyu gets into the ring, as Stacy is getting to her feet. He rushes to grab her before she can recover, but he's not quick enough, and they lock up instead. Benjy uses his superior strength to push her into the corner. The ref yells at him to back off, and he does, but not before hitting Stacy with a surprise right hook. She goes to the mat, and Benjy immediately drags her to the center of the ring and covers her.




...No! Stacy kicks out. Benjy slaps the turnbuckle in anger, before dragging her to her feet. She shoves him back before he can do anything, and vies for her corner, tagging in Chelsea. The crowd erupts as she flies into the ring. Benjy stands up against the ropes, and she hits him with a clothesline, sending him over the top. She then runs at Waylon, knocking him off the apron with a hard blow. She stands in the middle fo the rign, and lets out a primal scream, causing the fans to shout louder. Benjy rolls back under the ropes, and Chelsea runs to her corner, tagging in Stacy, who now just looks confused.

Zach Davis: What is she doing? Stacy hasn't had but a few seconds to rest, and she's already tagging her back in.

They argue for a moment, before Chelsea grabs Stacy, and hip tosses her over the top rope. The crowd immediately begins booing, as Chelsea stands over Stacy. She lifts her to her feet, as Waylon and Benjy stand back with smirks on their faces. Chelsea grabs Stacy, and hits her with a huge tilt-a-whirl side slam., leaving her laying in the center of the ring. Benjy covers Stacy, and the ref counts hesitantly.




Kyle Steel: Your winners by pinfall, the Savage Political Action Committee.

The crowd boos loudly, and tosses garbage into the ring, as Chelsea holds up Waylon and Benjy's hands in victory.

Zach Davis: This is ridiculous. Chelsea Black Armstrong has turned on Stacy Robinson, and for what?! For S-PAC?

Erin Robbins: Chelsea is obviously the brains of the former tag team. She knows who the winning team is going to be, and she wants to be on it. Good for her.

Scott Savage climbs between the ropes with a microphone in his hand, and tries to talk over the angry crowd.

Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen... these last few weeks, I have had to have a very serious discussion with myself. IT became apparent that S-PAC was missing something. The most dominant tag team in WCF history was still missing one piece of the puzzle. We were missing our monster... our enforcer. Chelsea Black Armstrong is that monster. You may look at her and see 5'7” and 158 pounds. I see beyond that. I see the demon inside, waiting to be unleashed on the unsuspecting rubes employed by WCF. From the moment I saw this amazing young woman step between the ropes here, I knew I had to have her. I knew I wanted this monster on my team. Now I have her, which shouldn't surprise anyone. Scott Savage always gets what he wants.

Zach Davis: But never seems to get to the point.

Erin Robbins: Shut up. Show some respect.

Scott Savage: With the puzzle finally complete, we can take over this company. We can rid it of the dead weight, and make the strong stronger though natural selection. We can break down WCF, and rebuild it in our own image. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the end... welcome to Doomsday. Everything you once knew is wrong. All of your beliefs are invalid, and nothing that happened before matters. We have reached the dawn of a new era in WCF. The Savage Political Action Committee will reign over the landscape.

Scott pauses for a moment, allowing the booing fans to be heard.

Scott Savage: It seems we have some skeptics in the audience. Just wait. Wait until after Payback, when Benjamin Atreyu is the United States Champion, and Waylon Cash is your new WCF World Heavyweight Champion!

The crowd doesn't seem thrilled with this prospect.

Scott Savage: Now I could go on all day about my newest client. She really is quite astounding, but I think I would rather let her tell hr side of the story.

Chelsea takes the mic from Scott with a smile of gratitude, before turning to the crowd.

Chelsea: This is the start of a new era in WCF! Ever since I joined this company people have refused to look at me for what I truly am, no one wanted to accept my true abilities! Everyone wanted to put me down, I heard the talk, people didn’t believe I deserved that Television Championship! I have been looked down on in this company and I’m finished coming in second place!

Chelsea starts pacing the ring as she runs a hand through her hair causing it to become a tangled mess as she laughs to herself and shakes her head. Her lips appear to be moving as if she’s talking to herself as no words run through the mic.

Zach Davis: Chelsea appears to have lost it here…

Chelsea: I wasn’t supposed to make it in this federation…no…I’m not supposed to be here. No one backstage thought I deserved to be in this company! My own sister…she doesn’t believe I know what’s right for me! But these people…they see the truth behind me! Scott Savage knows the talent that I possess and he can help me unleash it on this company! I didn’t lie when I said the right team would leave here victorious…no the right team has won tonight…I have chosen my side and there is going to be hell to pay! I will not remain silent! I will not be held down anymore! I answer to only one person…I answer to Scott Savage!

Dropping the mic she pushes her hair back from her face letting out a sadistic laugh as she turns facing Scott. Her new manager gives her a proud smile.

Zach Davis: This is disgusting. I can not believe Chelsea Black Armstrong has aligned with S-PAC.

Erin Robbins: It just goes to show, you never know what S-PAC will do next.

Waylon Cash is notioning to Benjamin Atreyu, who seems to have a little difficulty moving due to the intense match earlier. Atreyu gestures for Cash to move on, leaving the God-Given Greatness to be alone in the ring.

Zach Davis: The number one contender for the United States championship looked good in battle tonight. One has to wonder whether he will be able to do the same to Micayle during their match at Payback.

Grimacing slightly, Atreyu climbs out of the ring and starts to make his way up the ramp. But as he does, a suit-wearing Doctor Remus Micayle walks out from the back, fury present on his face and microphone in hand. Upon seeing him, the live crowd starts booing once more. Atreyu halts in his steps as well, wary of an impending attack.

Zach Davis: Hey, speak of the devil! Here comes the champion!

Erin Robbins: Ho ho! It's Atreyu's turn to be caught in a position of weakness! Micayle said that he'll respond in kind by the end of the night, will he fulfil his prophecy!

Doctor Remus Micayle: You think you are a funny man, do you? I generously offered you a gentlemanly bout, and you spit into the face of The Perspicacious One. You know what? I'm not going to wait for Payback to show you why you deserve to treat a man of intellect such as myself the way you did.

He drops the microphone and charges towards a still-hurting Atreyu, who is bracing himself for impact. The crowd explodes as the two collide, each man determined to hurt the other as much as possible.

Zach Davis: Here we go! I knew we would see this come to a head!

Punches, kicks, elbows, and knees come together in a symphony of blows as both Micayle and Atreyu try to one-up the other. Micayle seems to have the upper hand; no doubt due to the beating Atreyu had endured earlier in the match. His punches hit Atreyu with impact as the duo start to move their fight into the ring.

Erin Robbins: Pandemonium has broken loose here on Slam!

Match officials and unoccupied stagehands quickly rush from backstage in an attempt to diffuse the tension. Three men grab Atreyu and pull him apart, while another trio hold down Micayle, forcing him to abandon the attack. Unperturbed, the two men continue to trade barbed insults against one another. The crowd is absolutely WILD, and tensions are running high. Micayle's screaming is so loud that the cameras outside can pick it up.

Doctor Remus Micayle: You want a piece of me? I'm going to show you how to fight, you mongrel!

And boy, is Atreyu enraged! With the strength of ten men, he somehow manages to BREAK FREE of the death grip his three captors has applied on him. Atreyu then charges towards the still-trapped Micayle, letting his fists do the talking for him! Blow after blow land on the face of the defenceless champion, as the stagehands once again try desperately to separate the duo.

Erin Robbins: Hey hey! That's a felony, is it not!? Stop that assault on Doctor Micayle right now!

FINALLY, the stagehands manage to drag the kicking and yelling Micayle out of the ring. His face purple with rage, the Scientist continues to scream insults at the similarly fuming Atreyu. A cut lip is seen on his face, as he is forcibly dragged backstage. As Micayle disappears from view, the trio holding Atreyu down finally lets go, letting the man go free. Triumphant yet again, the number one contender raises his hands in the air in victory, eliciting a strong reaction from the crowd.

Zach Davis: Atreyu and Micayle got into a fistfight at the very end of Slam! What does this incident say about their fight next week for the United States championship?

Erin Robbins: Disgusting, that man celebrating in the ring right now. I hope he gets his just rewards next week at Payback. I really hope he does.

Zach Davis: I guess we'll only be able to find that out at Payback! Goodnight all, we'll see you at the Pay-Per-View next week!

Slam fades to black as a gloating Atreyu poses in the ring, ready to win the United States championship.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Bryan "Buzz" Worthy Segment

Brent Alpine vs Michael Lassiter vs The Ultimate Destroyer

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

Seth Lerch Segment

George/Kevin vs The Diaz Brothers

Serial Thrilla vs FPV vs Justin Turner

Valentina Madison vs Lupus Onyx

The Wild Gangsters vs Night Rider/Denise D'Evil

Jack Unhappy vs Chase Michaels vs Cormack MacNeill

Jayden Thunder vs James Fatel

Gravedigger vs Tek

Television Title Match: Serbia vs Caleb Fourchon

Lilith vs Jayson Price

Sarah Twilight vs Oblivion

Stacy Robinson/Chelsea Black Armstrong vs S-PAC


Of The Week

Benjamin Atreyu
Corey Black vs Jordan Caliban



Jonny Fly
Caleb Fourchon
United States:
Remus Micayle
Jayson Price
Tag Team: