The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Erin Robbins: Fresh off another successful World Title defense Jonny Fly is in the building!
Zach Davis: I get the feeling that Fly is out here more to speak about what happened after that match, versus what happened during it.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. For the first time in a long time the crowd is on their feet cheering Fly’s entrance. Fly smiles, looking out at the crowd and acknowledging their response. He begins to make his way toward the ring. At ringside, Fly uses the steel steps to elevate himself into the ring. He calls for a microphone and after receiving one, centers himself in the ring. Fly holds his free hand up in the air calling for the crowd to settle down.
Jonny Fly: Thank you, thank you. Let’s start with talking about this.
Fly motions to his waist were the WCF World Title is proudly being worn.
Jonny Fly: I’ve been the WCF World Champion for 125 days, a lifetime in this ever-changing industry. It’s the longest streak in nearly five years. I won this belt at War, outlasting the entire company and shattering the record for longest lasting competitor in the history of War matches. I defended it against FPV, a former World Champion. I defended it in the Main Event of One against Steve Orbit, a former World Champion. I defended it last week against Waylon Cash, yet another former World Champion.
Cheers break out from the crowd as he takes a moment to pause. Fly smiles, lowering the microphone to his side momentarily. Fly takes a few more seconds to relish in the crowd’s response before continuing.
Jonny Fly: No matter what Waylon did, no matter what move he executed, no matter who came to help him, it wasn’t enough. He told us all how much he had to win this match. He screamed to anyone who would listen that things were going to change, for him, for me, for everyone. He was going to lead a revolution against my “tyranny” as the WCF World Champion. Then, he went into the ring, and he put on a fuckin’ show. It might have been one of his best performances ever. At the end, it didn’t matter. It NEVER matters. I. Always. Win.
Another round of cheers forces Fly to pause again. He doesn’t wait too long before continuing.
Jonny Fly: Everyone backstage, take a look at what you see before you. If anyone ever manages to take this belt away from me, understand that won’t be enough. I’ve been on top for so fuckin’ long that the Era of Jonny Fly can no longer be destroyed. When you talk about the line of legendary wrestlers that have come through this company the list reads; Logan, Corey Black, Gravedigger, Brad Kane, Torture, Bobby Cairo, Slickie T, and…Jonny Fly. I’m the person that caps the list. There will never be another Jonny Fly. Do you hear that….Sarah Twilight?
The crowd EXPLODES, having waited for Fly to address the happenings from last week. Fly smirks arrogantly. He licks his lips, and begins.
Jonny Fly: Let’s go back in time. All of us. Close your eyes, I’ll wait…
Still smirking, Fly looks around at the fans, some of which who have actually close their eyes.
Jonny Fly: It’s 2012. Yours truly has just won his first WCF World Title belt in convincing fashion against the legendary and immensely talented Corey Black. This Jonny Fly is not like the one speaking to you right now. He’s younger, and he’s still navigating his way through the WCF. His problems currently are contained to Seth Lerch. Seth is being…well, Seth. I demanded a raise from my modest salary and stipulated to Seth that I wouldn’t wrestle until I received one. I’m not usually one to let business come in the way of wrestling, but it was the right time to use my leverage as the new face of the WCF. At around the same time, Seth signs a fiery little redhead to the roster. You know this woman today as Sarah Twilight.
What is the first thing that Twilight does upon signing with the company? She takes to Twitter and like every other ignorant wrestler before and after her; she decides it’s within her right to start harassing the World Champion. She wonders where I’ve gone, why I’m not wrestling, telling me how much I suck and great she is, and of course doing her cute little “you don’t matter” routine – you know, because I obviously don’t matter when she’s the one blowing my fuckin’ Twitter up. What do I do in response? Nothing. I ignore her. She continues, and continues, and continues, craving my attention.
She doesn’t get my attention. I ignored her, like I ignore so many others around here. I’m used to being the World Champion. It’s basically the status quo when I’m in any company. I know the game Sarah was playing. I know she was looking for a rub. She didn’t deserve one, so she didn’t get one. That’s fairly simple logic, right? Of course, not to Seth Lerch it wasn’t. Seth decides that with only one match under her belt, Sarah Twilight deserved to be booked into a match where she could win a World Title shot. That would be like Seth today pitting Jordan Ciserano and Johnny Deep against one another with a World Title shot on the line. Crazy, right?
So, in her second match in the company Sarah defeated a bunch of fuckin’ jobbers to win the right to challenge me for my title. The match came, and went, with the same result all of my matches do. I won. Ho hum. Still not satisfied, Seth Lerch put Sarah Twilight in yet ANOTHER contendership match the next week – which again, she won in some tag-team clusterfuck where she was able to pin Doc Henry of all fuckin’ jobbers. Two weeks later Jay Price happened at XIII, and the next month’s World Title match consisted of Sarah Twilight versus Jonny Fly versus Jay Price. Guess who won? Yeah, I think we’re past guessing. I was in the match…so I won. Status quo, baby.
Now, open your eyes.
Now that you know how Sarah’s first two months in this company went, the free title shots she was granted and wasted, and the resounding answer I’ve given time and time again to the question of who the better wrestler is between Sarah Twilight and Jonny Fly - think of how this bitch is out there carrying herself. You would think she’s actually done something in her career. She hasn’t. Not one fucking thing. Not only is Sarah Twilight a woman who is one for four in World Title shots, but she’s NEVER beaten a wrestler worth a fuck. Not one. Nobody. Zip. Her pathetic resume is only one of her issues, though. Let’s talk about being a hypocrite.
Do any of you remember just a few weeks ago when she was asking all the new wrestlers why they insist on joining the company and going right after the World Champion on Twitter? That’s the fuckin’ Sarah Twilight playbook! How’s that for irony? Sarah can’t help but always squeeze her little frame into shit she doesn’t have any business being involved in. She joined the company, decided to start shit with the World Champion. When she rejoined later that year, she interjected herself into the Jeff Purse and Eric Price feud. Then she threw herself into the stable wars, was third in line at the ownership carousel, and now she’s decided that she wants to open up old wounds and come after me while I’m cleary focused on being the greatest WCF World Champion in history.
Fly brings the microphone down and takes in a deep sigh. He shakes his head in disgust.
Jonny Fly: You can’t have that, can you Sarah? It’s fuckin’ pathetic. Let’s call this like it is, you’re a jealous bitch. Your still playing in the kiddie pool while I’m crafting a career that will talked about for decades. You act all high and mighty, like you should be feared, but you’re the most overrated wrestler I’ve ever come across in a decade in this business. You have the same success rate at getting to the promise land as Waylon Cash, but yet you act like you’re four times the wrestler he is. You’re less accomplished than every_single_member of Pantheon. What’s that like, Sarah - to be so midcardalicious that you’re only claim to fame is getting over on Eric Price a billion fuckin’ times?
You personify everything that is wrong with the business, Sarah. You’re a child trying to play wrestling’s ultimate villain, greatest badass, and lesbian companion all at the same time. Christ, what the fuck are you thinking? Have you even wondered why I don’t fear you? Why I don’t think you’ll EVER beat me? Why I don’t think anyone else should respect you as a wrestler? Is that something that even registers as a question in your psychotic little head? Let me tell you why with your own quote. Big, bad Sarah Twilight wants everyone to know that “actions speak louder than words.” Is that the fuckin’ quote of the god damn decade, or what? Some little redheaded cruiserweight who I’ve shoved back onto her broomstick and launched out of my fuckin’ world MULTIPLE times wants to tell me that actions speak louder than words. Uh….YEAH BITCH…I agree!
How do people keep getting away with this bullshit? Corey Black is right about the disintegration of this industry. Nobody has any god damn sense anymore. You get your ass beat; you get the fuck back up and deal with it. But no, Sarah Twilight acts like it never happened. God forbid people know that she’s not as good as she says she is. Her surprise attacks hold more weight than actual results. Her girlfriend Lilith gets beat by Jay Price and it’s the quietest day on her Twitter account since she opened it. Jordan Caliban acts like COREY FUCKIN’ BLACK needs a machete to beat him. Fucking embarrassing, all of you.
For anyone free-minded enough to look past Sarah Twilight’s nonsensical rhetoric, they’ll see her for what she truly is – a conniving little cunt. You’re a fuckin’ hack, Sarah. You’re no different than everyone else here. You’ll do anything to make yourself look all-powerful, except of course win actual meaningful matches. How do you even look in the mirror and ACT like you’re great? I don’t know if I could do it as well as you. But here’s one thing I do know, and I’ll leave you all with this; nobody attacks me and gets away with it. You don’t get to where I’m at by allowing things like this to stand. Sarah Twilight has opened Pandora’s Box. She’s going to wish she didn’t. I’m going to expose her for what she truly is...WCF’s premier Flyjobber…again.
With that, Fly smirks and drops the microphone. The crowd begins to cheer him as he steps through the ropes and begins making his way to the back.
As Deuce is coming over the top rope all three smaller men exchange a glance and Hanson charges him being shoved back but deuce still hasnt got completely in the ring, Lassiter and Attano charge the giant opponent but he knocks them back to, Hanson springs off the ropes and dropkicks Deuce again holding him in place. Hanson recovers quickly and all 3 men run the ropes, Hanson and Attano dropkick giant from the side and Lassiter spears him sending the big man crashing to the floor
Erin Robbins: Did you see how much it took these 3 idiots to take down that goofy giant!
Zach Davis: Dude he's a giant
Hanson and Corvo quickly jump on Lassiter and whip him into the ropes, he comes back with an attempted double clothesline but the smaller opponents roll through and come back with stereo super kicks to Lassiter stumbling him, Deuce is getting back to his feet on the outside when they whip Lassiter into the ropes again
Zach Davis: 2 MAN HIP TOSS OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Erin Robbins: Oh my god the freak caught him
Deuce catches lasiter in a falling power bomb position and in one massive feat of strength hauls the 215 pound man up and power bombs him on the ring apron
Zach Davis: WOW!
Erin Robbins: Wait a second
Hanson goes for the dive but Corvo super kicks him just before he leaves his feet kicking him back into the center of the ring and dives for the pin
Erin Robbins: NO!
Zach Davis: Holy crap what a start to the show
Deuce comes back into the ring and runs over Corvo with a huge clothesline, Lassiter somehow makes it up to the apron and springboards back in with a clothesline that catches the big man but doesn't knock him down
Erin Robbins: These guys should of confirmed their kill before turning on each other
Deuce pushes Lassiter back and into Corvo who is on the top rope
Zach Davis: He doesnt see Hanson on the top rope as well
Hanson dives for an avalanche diving facebuster but Deuce simply walks away with the ego coming down ass first onto the mat
Erin Robbins: BBBBBBBUUUUUURRRRRRRNNNNNNN!!!!!!
Deuce delivers a chop to corvo who is crotched above Lassiter who is in the bottom corner, Lassiter takes a hard shot to the chest as corvo comes down and Deuce in another feat of strength uses the monentum to gut wrench buckle bomb Corvo
Erin Robbins: Power and size equal desimation
Deuce steps back and begs Corvo to fall out of the corner and right into the complete over haul, Hanson tries to hault the pin and Deuce floors him wth a clothes line sending the man fliping in 3 directions at once and then out of the ring
Zach Davis: DEEP COVER!
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT WHAT A SUPER KICK!
Lassiter Nails Deuce right on the temple with so much force he rolls onto his back
Erin Robbins: PIN THEM YOU IDIOT!
Lassiter looks at the ref who shrugs and they go for the pin!
Zach Davis: HANSON SPRINGBOARD FROG SPLASH!
Erin Robbins: The gangs all here but the party may be over
Erin Robbins: Oh My God Deuce kicked out!
Lassiter and Hanson tumble off the pile and reset throwing everything into one more set of superkicks to the kneeling giant sending a huge crack ringing through the Arena, Deuce folds back with is feet behind his back so he is still slightly up
Zach Davis: HERE COMES CORVO!
Corvo with a sudden burst of adrenaline runs the ropes and springboards off Deuces chest folding him all the way back to the mat with a double foot stomp into a double front dropkick sending Hanson and Lasisiter out of the ring, Corvo runs the ropes again and Delivers a suicide dive to his 2 opponents on the outside before turning and taunting Deuce who is now getting back to his knees Corvo storms the ring and delivers a crunching shining wizard before collapsing from exhaustion.
Erin Robbins: Who is gonna win this?
All four men are resting. Suddenly Seth Lerch walks out.
Seth Lerch: Okay, so this match... I'm not feeling it. The first wrestler to run out from the back gets to be added in!
Zach Davis: ...what?
Seth heads to the back and almost instantaneously, TYLER WALKER RUNS OUT FROM THE BACK!
Crowd: TYLER WALKER TYLER WALKER TYLER WALKER
Tyler Walker slides in and grabs Corvo.
Erin Robbins: JOCK JAM!
Tyler Walker pins him.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! TYLER WALKER WINS IT!
The bell rings and Tyler Walker begins celebrating like he just won the Super Bowl.
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker wins a match he wasn't in! Even though he can't win the matches he IS in.. how confusing.
The camera opens as Doctor Remus Micayle is seen in the FedEx Forum car park besides a new Audi A5, dressed in a very smart-looking green suit and tie, and with a very smug expression on his face. His WCF United States championship is draped over his shoulder comfortably, and he seems to be at peace with the world. Swirling his car keys around his finger, Micayle starts to walk off backstage, cocky as ever.
The camera rotates to the back. Unbeknownst to him, a mysterious figure steps out from the corner of the parking lot and stands in front of Micayle's car, staring down the retreating figure of the Scientist. As he takes out his hands from his pockets, we see that there is a conspicuous gap where his left hand should have been.
Two same size figures in all white with white masks jump the rails with WCF World tag team titles in hand. They climb into the ring and raise the titles in the air as " Last Dragon" by Dwight David starts playing. The arena then goes black.
Evil Voice: Oh yes, there will be blood.
Huge bursts of white pyro come from all four turnbuckles and the lights come back on and the WCFtron reads "Dragon Express"
Evil Voice: Who's the meanest Shogun in the World? You'll find out soon enough.
Erin Robbins: We are up to our tag team match, of the evening.
Zach Davis: Yea, Shadows of Darkness, the team of Night Rider and Denise D'Evil are facing Biowalker, the team consisting of Tyler Walker and Biohazard. This should be one interesting match.
Breakdown by Biohazard begins to play...
"YOU'LL NEVER BREA-EAK ME-E-E DOW-OWNN-N!!"
Guitars wail, as drums blast. The FedEx Forum nearly explodes with loud cheers. Within 22 seconds into the song....
"I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!! I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!! I LIKE TO MOVE IT MOVE IT!! YA LIKE TO.... MO-VE IT!!"
The crowd continue to cheer.
Erin Robbins: Oh you got to be kidding me!!
Zach Davis: That's right, Erin! Here comes BioWalker!!
The music plays over the sound system, yellow and purple lights flash. Biohazard comes out first. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. Walker is wearing a black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Walker is also wearing black boots and has his wrists taped. Biohazard is wearing a mask that is black with a yellow and purple strip across his eyes and mouth, wears black pants and a yellow and purple striped shirt.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... with a combined weight of 485 pounds.. The Beast Tyler Walker and Biohazard.
Biohazard keeps walking, while slapping the hands of nearby fans, as Tyler Walker slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When they hit the ring, they climb onto the ring apron in unison. Walker drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. Biohazard climbs the turnbuckles, from outside the ring. He points to the entire cheering crowd. They enter the ring through the ropes. Walker removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Zach Davis: Biowalker...
Erin Robbins: You know they're not technically a team.
Zach Davis: But, yeah. It's still a cool name to call them. Either way, they're still in the ring, waiting for The Shadows of Darkness to enter the ring.
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. Red lights go over the crowd as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain. Night Rider takes a few steps then stops.
Zach Davis: What is Night Rider doing?
Night Rider stands there, then slightly turns his to the right as the song slowly fades out and blends into the beginning of Way of the Sword by Power Symphony. There is a slight mix of boos and cheers, as two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHI....
Erin Robbins: Good God, Zach!! Relax, it's just pyrotechnics!!
The sound of a whinnying horse is heard from within the flames. Flames roll down either side, of the entrance ramp. Denise D'Evil walk out from behind the curtain. Night Rider looks at D'Evil as they make their way towards the ring.
Kyle Steel: With a combined weight of 473 pounds.... Night Rider and The Deathbringer Denise D'Evil. they are The Shadows of Darkness.
Denise d'Evil removes her long cloak, as a cold hatred burns in the eyes of Night Rider. They step through the ropes and enter into the ring.
Both teams get situated in the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks as if Biohazard and Denise D'Evil are going to start the match, for their teams.
Both Biohazard and D'Evil circle the ring. Biohazard stops and holds out his hand.
Erin Robbins: Oh, really?! You got to be kidding me!!
Zach Davis: What?! Biohazard is showing sign of good sportmanship.
D'Evil looks at Biohazard's extended hand and proceeds to extend out her hand, before slapping the hand of Biohazard.
Erin Robbins: HA! HA!! Now, that's what I call good sportmanship!! Attagirl!! good for Denise D'Evil. This is professional wrestling!! Not tiddlywinks!!
Biohazard just smirks right as they charge at each other.
Zach Davis: Both competitors lock up in a collar and elbow tie up.
They momentum goes back and forth, as both try to gain an advantage.
Erin Robbins: A quick deep arm drag on The Death Bringer.
A look of surprise comes over the face of Denise D'Evil. The Deathbringer just smiles as she gets back up to her feet. She smiles, with a sarcastic grin as she collides with Biohazard again.
Zach Davis: Another quick arm drag.
Erin Robbins: This is getting ridiculous!! Denise D'Evil is a much better athlete than Biohazard could EVER be!! He must pulling her hair or yanking on her tights.
An expression of frustration comes over the face of The Deathbringer. They collide again and Biohazard once again nails Denise D'Evil with a deep armdrag.
Denise D'Evil: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!!
The crowd cheers.
Crowd: BIOHAZARD!! BIOHAZARD!! BIOHAZARD!! BIOHAZARD!!
The two once again hookup and this time, it's in the center, of the ring.
Zach Davis: A knee, by Denise D'Evil, into the mid-section of Biohazard.
The luchadore, from Mexico City groans out, as he buckles over.
Erin Robbins: A beautiful belly to belly suplex.
Momentum causes Biohazard to quickly get back up.
Zach Davis: A German suplex!!
Denise D'Evil smiles as she waits.
Erin Robbins: Look at that face. Pure evil!! Just absolutely awesome!
The Deathbringer waits, stalks Biohazard as he staggers around.
Zach Davis: Tiger suplex!!
Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil is putting on a clinic!!
Zach Davis: Denise D'Evil is making a cover!
Stanley Moser slides into position.
Erin Robbins: One and a half count. Moser is counting slow again.
D'Evil picks up Biohazard, but the luchacdore pops The Deathbringer in her mid-section. D'Evil slowly moves around.
Zach Davis: Biohazard should be making the tag here. But, he just waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Erin Robbins: He needs to be careful what he wishes for. It might just blow up in his face.
D'Evil slowly turns around.
Zach Davis: HURRICANRANNA!!
The Fed Ex Forum explodes with frenzied cheers. Denise D'Evil flips, but manages to get back up.
Erin Robbins: NO-O-O!! Flying head-scissors.
Denise D'Evil flies through the air and lands hard, but quickly stands up near a corner. that doesn't stop Biohazard as he grabs his opponent and by using his feet and leverage from the turnbuckles...
Zach Davis: TORNADO DDT!! A pefect opportunity for a tag.
But, Biohazard collapses down, to the mat. The masked luchadore looks towards his corner, as he is just a short few feet away from his corner. He slowly drags his body, crawling with all of his might to make the tag to in awaiting Tyler Walker, who is gnawing at the bit. Nearly frothing at the mouth, waiting for the tag. The Beast is holding on the tag rope, as he reaches out for the tag. Stomping down with his right foot, Tyler Walker is clapping along with the crowd. Biohazard is slowly crawling towards Walker. Inch by inch, the luchador is close enough to make the tag.
Zach Davis: WHAT!! That's not right!!
Night Rider stops Biohazard in his tracks with a massive elbow drop to the back of the luchadore. Rider spins Biohazard around and grabs for his legs.
Biohazard kicks Night Rider.
Biohazard kick at Night Rider, once again.
With last one hard kick, that causes Night Rider to stumble away.
The crowd explodes with a collective massive cheer.
Zach Davis: HERE COMES THE BEAST!!
Tyler Walker nails Night rider with a massive fist to the face. He grabs the resident of The Dark side of Hell and Irish whips him into the ropes. Night Rider bounces off...
Erin Robbins: RUNNING LARIAT!! That clothesline sends Night Rider over the top rope!!
Zach Davis: It lloks as if the team of Tyler Walker and Biohazard has the upper hand.
Night Rider quickly stands up and grabs for the foot of the referee. Stanley Moser looks towards night Rider.
Stanley Moser: What are you doing?! get back in your corner.
As Moser talks with Night Rider...
Zach Davis: LOW BLOW!! She should be disqualified!!
Erin Robbins: The referee never saw her actions.
Tyler Walker gasps for air, as he grabs himself. Denise D'Evil spins around and nails Walker with a spinning roundhouse kick. The Beast staggers as D'Evil goes behind an unbalanced Tyler Walker.
Zach Davis: NO!! A Russian leg sweep!!
Erin Robbins: Going Under the Bridge!!
Zach Davis: Denise D'Evil is going for the pin.
Zach Davis: Tyler Walker kicks out with authority, as he sends Denise D'Evil well several feet away.
The Deathbringer scatters backwards, as she backs herself into a corner. She grabs the second rope from behind, as she looks straight into the eyes of The Beast.
Denise D'Evil tries to kick at Tyler Walker, but without any success. The Beast just smiles as he sneers at her, posing at the same time. Tyler Walker grabs a kicking and screaming Denise d'Evil and throws her across the ring. without missing a a beat, Walker quickly stomps over and grabs for the Deathbringer.
Erin Robbins: That beast is picking up Denise D'Evil...
Zach Davis: Gutwrench...
Erin Robbins: POWERBOMB!! Walker is going for a pin attempt.
D'Evil is nearly bent in half.
Zach Davis: Night Rider breaks up the pin!
Walker just scoffs and sneers at a departing Night Rider, while grabbing a nearly broken Denise D'Evil.
Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil desperately NEEDS to make a tag!!
D'Evil stands up, as Tyler Walker leans in a corner. The Deathbringer staggers around...
Zach Davis: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Walker stands up and throws his arms out as he rock the Fed-Ex Forum with a loud thunderous roar. The Beast grabs D'Evil and Irish whips her into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider makes the tag.
Zach Davis: I don't think he even noticed the tag.
D'Evil runs towards Walker, who makes a wild swing with a clothesline attempt. D'Evil runs to bounce off the ropes and Tyler Walker follows after her...
Erin Robbins: A MASSIVE NASTY CLOTHESLINE THAT NEARLY RIPS THE HEAD CLEAN OFF OF TYLER WALKER.
Denise D'Evil goes back to her corner, with an evil grin across her face.
Night Rider grabs Walker...
Zach Davis: A belly to belly suplex by Night Rider.
Night Rider drops a leg drop across the chest of Tyler Walker.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider continues the assault with a quick snap suplex.
Tyler Walker: U-U-UGHH-H!!
Zach Davis: It looks that the big is taking it to the sky.
Night Rider takes a risk and climbs up the turnbuckles. Rider is perched on a top turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker is up!!
Zach Davis: Guillotine!! A flying clothesline from the top rope.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is going to the top turnbuckle again.
Night Rider, with full amount of confidence, flies off the turnbuckle.
The crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: Night Rider misses with the elbow drop attempt.
Walker grabs Rider and places him on his shoulders with a fireman's carry.
Erin Robbins: THE CRUNCH!!
Tyler Walker goes for the pin...
Zach Davis: HERE COMES DENISE D'EVIL!!
But Biohazard is right there with a Trip to the Wasteland!!
Erin Robbins: Biohazard nails Denise D'Evil with a powerbomb into a facebuster!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider still kicks out.
Biohazard leaves the ring in a hurry.
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker makes the tag.
Walker Irish whips Rider to the ropes. night ropes bounces off the ropes and runs towards Walker, who drops down which causes Night Rider to leap over him....
Zach Davis: A FLYING HURRICANRANNA!!
The crowd cheers as Night Rider crashes down to the mat. The crowd cheers even louder...
Erin Robbins: Biohazard is going for Toxic Shock.
The masked luchador is going for a crossface. Night Rider screams out in pain, as the referee gets in the face of Night rider.
Stanley Moser: Night Rider, do you want to submit!!
Night Rider: NO!! HELL NO!!
Night Rider fights back and rolls over.
Zach Davis: Biohazard's shoulders are on the mat!!
Biohazard lets go of the submission hold and quickly stands up, as so does Night Rider.
Erin Robbins: THRUST KICK, TO THE FACE OF BIOHAZARD!!
Night Rider grabs his masked opponent and drags him to the corner and drags him up the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: I think that thrust kick, just obliterated Biohazard into next week. He looks as if he doesn't know where he is at.
Night Rider has Biohazard on the top turnbuckle and they both fly off the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Face first ddt!! D.O.D. Drop of Death!!
Night Rider makes the cover...
Zach Davis: the winners of the match the Shadows of Darkness, Night Rider and Denise D'Evil.
We cut to the locker-room, where Serbia has just arrived. She tosses a duffel bag onto the bench below, but then something catches her eye. She looks up and sees a sticky note stuck one of the lockers, presumably her locker. She tears the little yellow sheet from the locker and unfolds it, but after scanning it, her nonchalant expression suddenly shifted to a much more aggravated look. She crumples the note in her hand, grinding her teeth as she does so, before throwing it onto the floor. She then rips her locker open, and after a brief pause, she pulls out a stuffed doll, a teddy bear with a big red heart in between its arms. Serbia holds it up and looks at it for a moment before throwing it away and storming off, clearly annoyed by something. The camera zooms in on the crumpled note sitting besides the teddy bear and is able to translate what was inscribed in the note with unique handwriting.
"I saw this and I thought of you. I hope you stop being such a sad little emo bear soon, Fluffy. Love you lots! Lilith."
Zach Davis: Thanks for coming back with us from commercial.
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson has made her way out here but still no Ultimate Destroyer.
Zach Davis: Yeah his music has been playing for quite a while now, oh wait! Look!
The Ultimate Destroyer crawls out from underneath the ring and slides in behind an unknowing Stacy. The referee rings the bell, much to Robinson's confusion, who still hasn't noticed Destroyer. Her eyes glued to the entrance stage.
Erin Robbins: Watch out!
The Ultimate Destroyer school boys a surprised Stacy Robinson. The referee drops down to count.
Zach Davis: No!
The Destroyer rolls out of the ring as the referee rings the bell once more. Stacy sits up, completely shocked while Destroyer back pedals up the ramp.
Zach Davis: That sneaky son of a bitch.
Erin Robbins: She never seen it coming, Zach.
Kyle Steel: The next contest will be for one fall. Introducing first, from Silicon Valley, California...weighing in at 220 lbs...'The Porn Star' Johnny Deep!!!
Zach Davis: This should be a great match, pitting two light heavyweights against each other. Both like to fly, both like to hit high impact moves.
Erin Robbins: And Chase Michaels is dreamy.
Zach Davis: If you say so.
Bloodhound gang- Bad Touch hits the PA system, out from the back comes Johnny Deep, he stands on the stage the points at every female fan he can see then puts his hands behind his head then moves his hips around in a erotic fashion, then points around again and yells out "Oh I'm coming" he laughs the struts down to the ring, stopping to hit on female fans, he slides into the ring but stays laying on his belly holding himself up with his hands, he erotically moves his hips up and down with a huge smile, he jumps to his feet and moves his hands up his body to show of his physique, he backs into a corner then winks at a female fan
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Bakersfield, California...weighing in at 220 lbs...'The Lone Wolf' Chase Michaels!!!
"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 for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: Both men are in the ring, looking forward to some great action
Erin Robbins: Me too, Chase will kill him!
DING DING DING!!!
As soon as the bell rings, Michaels runs at his opponent, striking him with a high knee and knocking him to the mat. Deep rolls to his feet and counters with a standing dropkick, knocking Michaels to the mat. Chase rolls to his feet and both men circle, sizing each other up.
Zach Davis: Showing just how evenly matched these wrestlers are. And how athletic
Erin Robbins: They're both kinda dreamy
Zach Davis: The match Erin
Deep runs in, catching a knee from Michaels who quickly hits him with a snap suplex. Deep rolls to his feet only to meet another snap suplex, with Chase floating over for a pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Quick pin attempt for Michaels
Kickout from Johnny.
Erin Robbins: Chase isn't done with him yet.
Zach Davis: Nor is Johnny done with him
Both men scramble to their feet, and Johnny nails Chase with a lariat, riding him down dropping an elbow on impact. He rolls to his feet and drops a knee on Michaels, striking him in the sternum. Deep gets to his feet and locks eyes with a young woman in the front row, gyrating for her.
Zach Davis: Deep playing to the crowd now
Erin Robbins: He has my attention. Hey Johnny, over here
Zach Davis: Erin sit dow...are you waving your panties at him?
Erin Robbins: Maybe...
He moves to the ropes to say something to the woman, and Chase grabs him from behind with a German suplex, smashing his head on the mat.
Zach Davis: Deep showboating and he got caught.
Erin Robbins: Get him Chase.
Michaels rolls up and quickly slaps on a arm trap triangle choke, causing Deep to thrash around in pain.
Zach Davis: He calls that one Edge of Insanity! And he's got it locked in tight!
Erin Robbins: Make him squeal like a pig Chase
Zach Davis: No more trips to Tennessee for you Erin!
Deep reaches the bottom rope and grabs it, causing the referee to call for the break.
Zach Davis: And Deep gets to the ropes. Michaels has to break it now. But it doesn't look like he has any intention of doing that.
Erin Robbins: He has five seconds to break it up. And he's using them
Zach Davis: And Deep with the reversal. What quickness! Michaels is in a fix now!
Erin Robbins: That was a low blow. He should be disqualified!
Zach Davis: Disqualified...that's an awful big word for you Erin.
Deep makes a face at him and mimics grabbing his own jewels before dropping him with a hard lariat. Deep stops to flex his muscles, playing to the ladies in the audience, before climbing the corner turnbuckle and posing with his hands on his hips.
Zach Davis: More showboating. It got him in trouble last time!
He turns to the crowd and gives a pelvic thrust before launching himself into a moonsault(star 69), impacting Michaels, and hooking a leg for the pin...
Michaels kicks out at two and a half!
Zach Davis: And he kicks out! Deep needs to do more to put away the Lone Wolf!
Deep grabs his opponent and whips him into the corner. He moves to the opposite corner and shouts
'Woooo I'm coming'
Erin Robbins: He calls this the DP Drop. That's not what a DP looks like at all!
before charging into the corner. Michaels steps out and meets him halfway with a superkick stopping him dead and knocking him to the mat.
Zach Davis: And he counters with a Rude Awakening! Deep looks like he's out of it.
Erin Robbins: Chase has the win this time.
Michaels falls down for the cover
Deep kicks out at two and three quarters.
Zach Davis: Deep kick out! I don't know where he found the fortitude, but he kicked out!
Erin Robbins: Chase let him up. He wanted to beat on him some more.
Michaels pulls him to his feet and grabs him in a double under-hook DDT driving him to the mat.
Zach Davis: He hits the VKO! This is the beginning of the end folks!
Erin Robbins: Told you!
Zach Davis: Shut up Erin
He runs to the nearest ropes, and jumps over, testing the ropes before leaping up on them and launching a springboard frog splash at his opponent.
Erin Robbins: He calls this Old School, and it looks like he's going to hit it
Zach Davis: Yes it looks like...no! Deep counters!
Deep gets his knees up, driving the wind out of Michaels and causing him to fall off Deep and roll around, clutching his ribs.
Zach Davis: Now if only he can make it to his feet and take advantage of the situation!
Erin Robbins: Come on Michaels! Get up!
Deep, uses the ropes to struggle to his feet before hauling Michaels up, hitting him with a gutwrench powerbomb, but no Michaels reverses it and escapes. He hits THE CHASER out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: THE CHASER!
Chase covers Deep quickly, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: CHASE WINS IT!
The bell sounds as Chase Michaels stands up and gets his arm raised.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Television Title. Coming to the ring first, the challenger...
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.
Percy Micro, a micro pig with an electronic voice-box, scurries down the ramp to laughs and an ironic pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Haha! What on earth is that thing?
Erin Robbins: It’s a talking micro pig! Did you not see Alpine’s last promo? That’s his new manager – Percy Micro!
As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers. 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. The pig 'speaks' in a robotic tone.
Percy Micro: Introducing my cherished commodity, 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. Percy hides under the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, the WCF Television Champion, Serbia!
"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.
Zach Davis: This should be a competitive match between two promising new stars.
The bell rings as the competitors size each other up. Alpine offers a handshake.
Erin Robbins: A bit of sportsmanship from The Shine here?
Serbia appears to reciprocate by accepting the handshake but rapidly pulls Alpine towards her and into three hard slaps and down into a triangle choke. Alpine flails around in shocked agony.
Zach Davis: Serbia has him locked! Alpine in trouble already!
Alpine tries to roll out of the choke but Serbia keeps adjusting to lock him in tighter. The crowd are roaring in excitement at a possible quick win. Alpine stops fighting it and goes limp.
Zach Davis: Alpine’s out!
The referee lifts up Alpine’s arm. It drops like a stone.
Erin Robbins: He isn’t moving!
The referee raises his arm for a second time. No response again.
Erin Robbins: Brent’s a goner!
Alpine’s arm is raised for the final time. It starts to drop… Alpine tenses. In a mighty surge of strength, he manages to stand up while still in the hold. This forces Serbia’s shoulders into the mat. The referee counts the pin.
Zach Davis: NEW CHAMPION? NO! Serbia kicks out!
Erin Robbins: What a start to this match!
The kick-out broke the choke hold. Serbia gets up quickly and kicks Alpine to the gut. She hits a standing legdrop. She runs to the ropes and launches at The Shine with a running splash. She gets up and reverses back towards the turnbuckle, waiting patiently for Alpine to rise to his knees. He does so groggily and Serbia hits him with a jumping leg lariat.
Erin Robbins: Marijuana Trip!
Serbia covers him.
Suddenly, a robotic voice appears almost from nowhere.
Voice: OH SERBIAAAAAAA!
Percy Micro runs out from under the ring and onto the ramp. The pig wildly rushes randomly in circles.
Zach Davis: A micro pig at ringside?! Has this world gone mad?
Percy Micro: We’re taking your Title this evening, Serbia! You are condemned to defeat.
Infuriated, Serbia leaves the ring and pursues the micro pig. She chases it around the ring to laughs from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: This is a wrestling match, not a farm!
Serbia finally catches Percy. She holds him up high in the air.
Percy Micro: PUT ME DOWN!!!
Zach Davis: No Serbia! The WCF doesn’t condone animal cruelty, folks.
Erin Robbins: Alpine shouldn’t have brought that thing out here!
Serbia grabs the little black box attached to Percy’s collar.
Percy Micro: YOU’RE TAKING MY VOICE! YOU’RE EUGGHHH….
We hear computerised groans as she rips the voice-box off and puts Percy Micro down. She throws the voice-box into the crowd. Suddenly, Brent Alpine flies from inside the ring, bounces onto the ropes and smashes Serbia on the outside with a flying scissor kick.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Alpine rolls Serbia back into the ring. He then walks over to the fans where Serbia through Percy Micro’s voice-box towards.
Erin Robbins: What’s Brent doing? He has Serbia laid out. He should go cover her.
He reaches his hand out towards the fan who caught the voice-box. The crowd pops huge as the fan holds it teasingly out of reach. Alpine slams the railing in anger but seems to compose himself and appeal politely. The fan gives it back to boos from the crowd. Alpine attaches the voice-box back onto Percy.
Percy Micro: Brent! Look out!
Suddenly, Serbia flies through the ropes and hits Alpine with a slide kick. She picks him straight up and throws him back into the ring. She signals an ‘it’s over’ arm motion to the crowd and perches herself on the turnbuckle with her back towards a prone Alpine.
Zach Davis: Reign of Terror?
Serbia tries to hit the Reign of Terror corkscrew moonsault but Alpine darts out of the way. Serbia holds her neck in extreme pain from the bad fall. A dazed Alpine stumbles up. He sits on her back and locks her into a camel clutch.
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine calls this Mount Unpleasant. If Serbia taps, we’ll have a new TV champion here.
Serbia’s hand reaches for the ropes but is too far away. She yells in anguish as The Shine yanks her neck back dangerously. Alpine looks down at her in concern and shouts ‘I’M SORRY MATE’.
Erin Robbins: Aww, he’s apologising. What a gentleman.
Zach Davis: Yet he’s also twisting her neck so far she looks like she’ll snap. A real gentleman indeed.
Alpine continues to force Serbia’s head where it has no right to bend to. He shouts ‘AM I HURTING YOU? PLEASE SUBMIT. I DON’T WANT THIS FOR YOU!’ The fans boo and a section of them begin to clap to encourage the TV Champion. She shrieks.
Zach Davis: Can Alpine win it? New champion?
Brent makes the mistake of moving his hand over Serbia’s mouth. She bites his fingers and draws blood. He yelps in shock and rolls off her, clutching his wounded digits. Both competitors lay on the canvas, suffering. Serbia is first to her feet. She picks Alpine up and whips him into the corner. He hits the bottom turnbuckle awkwardly and continues clutching his bleeding hand. Serbia runs towards him and crashes into him with the bronco buster!
Erin Robbins: Alpine gets a faceful of Serbia’s southern region!
Zach Davis: I hear it’s cold there this time of year.
Serbia gets up and rushes back to the opposite side of the ring. She charges back towards Alpine.
Zach Davis: Bronco Buster again?
As Serbia prepares to repeat the move, Alpine catches her legs. He lifts her up into powerbomb position and slams her down onto the mat. She lands precariously on her neck.
Erin Robbins: Alpine’s really targeting Serbia’s neck here.
The Shine picks her up and launches her straight back down again with a Russian Leg Sweep. He sits atop her back and again goes for Mount Unpleasant. As he is hooking her into position, he shouts ‘PLEASE FORGIVE ME!’ However, Serbia nimbly slides forward and mule kicks Alpine in the face. He sinks like a sack of spuds. Before he has hit the mat, Serbia pulls him into a snap DDT. She covers.
Serbia gets to her knees and looks towards her fallen opponent with violent intent. She seems to be getting a twisted idea. Her train of thought is halted by a loud voice.
Percy Micro: Serbia! Come see what we think of you!
Percy runs up the ramp and leaves a bright yellow trail of urine.
Erin Robbins: EWW! Someone get that pig out of here!
Serbia is distracted by the pig relieving itself. Unbeknownst to her, Alpine has got to his feet. As she turns to face him, Alpine stuns her with an elbow to the face. He then hits the Glow Worm.
Zach Davis: That was the Glow Worm! The same move that took out Jayden Thunder at Payback!
He pins her.
Erin Robbins: NEW TV CHAMPION!
Brent Alpine gets to his feet gleefully. Serbia bashes the mat in annoyance.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match and NEW Television Champion, ‘The Shine’ Brent Alpine!
Erin Robbins: I’m shocked.
Alpine is handed the TV Title by the referee. He immediately drops to his knees in celebration with a huge open mouthed grin plastered on his face. His face then scrunches up and he covers his eyes. His head lowers to the mat.
Zach Davis: Is he… CRYING?!
Erin Robbins: He’s an emotional guy in touch with his feelings. This TV Title win means everything to him.
Serbia chases Percy Micro to the back.
Erin Robbins: Serbia has every right to feel aggrieved here. She was on top until Alpine’s… pet micro pig or manager or whatever the hell it is… well, pissed on her parade.
Zach Davis: Although unconventional, Percy Micro has certainly proved invaluable for Brent Alpine tonight. But for me, the big question is where Serbia goes from here. Will she get revenge on The Shine or will she, as widely speculated, move onto bigger and better things in the WCF?
Erin Robbins: Well, whatever the case, both these competitors have incredible futures ahead of them. The WCF is thriving with quality talent right now.
Alpine dances around with his newly obtained TV Title; totally unconcerned that his manager is under pursuit from an extremely vengeful Serbia. He slowly jaunts to the back.
The camera opens as Doctor Remus Micayle is seen yet again, this time in the communal locker room. A few lower-card wrestlers are seen milling in the background, as he starts to change from his expensive outfit into his wrestling gear. Aloysius Dietrich, the Nazi jobber approaches the United States champion.
Aloysius Dietrich: Heya champ, how are you doing tonight?
Micayle looks up, a distinct frown on his face.
Micayle: Get out of my face. Before I decide to make you an example to the American public.
The Nazi holds up his hands in alarm.
Aloysius Dietrich: Woah, woah, woah. Chill out man, just wanted to chat with you a little.
Micayle: I don't. You have five seconds to leave. And bring your pathetic friends with you.
He gestures towards the rest of the lower card. Mumbling and grumbling under their breath, the group leaves, with Aloysius Dietrich leading the way, looking as petrified as anyone could be. Micayle watches them go out of the room, before continuing to change out of his civilian attire. He is halfway between changing his boots when there's a sharp knock on the door. Micayle quickly finishes lacing up his footwear before walking over. He flings open the door, only to see... no one.
He shakes his head violently, almost as if to reassure himself that everything is all right and he is merely imagining things. Micayle starts to walk several steps back to his locker, but halts midway. Backtracking his steps, he sticks his head outside of the door and takes a slow peer from left to right.
But except for the flickering of an overhead light, there's nothing there. Satisfied, the Scientist closes the door.
Back from commercial and we immediately cut to the backstage area where the cameraman is racing through the halls, obviously in search of someone. Finally he comes to the door to the men's bathroom and bursts in. The room is empty save for a sole individual sitting in a stall, with only his shoes and his pants visible.
Zach Davis: Uh...well we were supposed to be having the Hardcore Title Match, but I, uh, well I don't know what this is exactly.
Voice: My bologna has a first name it's, o-s-c-a-r, my bologna has a second name, it's m-a-y-e-r...
Erin Robbins: Why do I feel like I know that voice?
Zach Davis: I know what you mean, Erin. It's quite familiar...
Voice: And if you ask me why I'll saaaaaaaaaay...
Logan: Shut up boudle!
The cameraman quickly pans to the left as Logan enters the men's room clad in his wrestling gear and heads for the urinals. The singing stall man quickly silences at the sound of Logan's voice. Logan takes his place in front of the urinal and then looks over his shoulder at the camera.
Logan: How many times do I have to tell you people? The Jumbo Hotdog OF Treachery doesn't do interviews!
The cameraman has to quickly turn away as Logan turns and sends a stream of urine his way. As Logan turns back to the urinal, a backstage employee bursts into the restroom looking frantic.
Backstage Lackey: LOGAN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
Logan: What does it look like I'm doing boudle?
Backstage Lackey: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THE RING! YOUR MUSIC HAS BEEN PLAYING FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT!
Backstage Lackey: YOU NEED TO-
Logan turns and sends another stream of urine toward the lackey and the cameraman. The lackey gets it in the face, screams and then runs out of the room. Logan shakes his head and goes back to his business.
Logan: A guy can't even take a piss around here without...
Suddenly the door bursts open again and Logan turns around expecting to see the lackey only to find James Fatel staring at him with a kendo stick in hand and a referee behind him.
The referee holds up a ring bell and strikes it thrice with a small hammer.
DING! DING! DING!
Logan barely has time to stuff himself back into his tights when Fatel charges him, kendo stick raised above his head. Logan with a stiff backhand chop to the chest followed up by a rake of the eyes. Fatel drops his kendo stick and Logan kicks him in the gut before whipping him into the side of the stall.
Fatel up against the side of the stall and Logan tries to pull him away when Fatel shoves his arms away and catches him in the face with an elbow. Logan covers up his face and Fatel picks up the kendo stick before cracking Logan across the ribs with it. Logan trying to cover his face and his ribs with his hands as Fatel goes to town, smacking him all over the body with the kendo stick as Logan tries to avoid them. Finally Logan is able to duck one of Fatel's swings and the stick connects with the corner of the stall, breaking it in half. Logan now charging into Fatel's gut with his shoulder, driving him back into one of the sinks. The sink falls off the wall and shatters on the floor as water gushes from the pipes.
Voice: Hey! Who's the wise guy peeing all over the floor?
Fatel grabs hold of his back as Logan spins him around and slams him face first into the mirror. It's only slightly cracked until Logan does it a second time and succeeds in shattering the glass. Fatel grabs at his face trying to brush away the shards sticking into his skin as Logan looks around to see what's at his disposal. Ironically enough, the first thing he spots is a metal waste disposal bin. Logan yanks off the aluminum lid and throws it like a frisbee at Fatel's face. It bounces off of him and skips across the linoleum until it comes to a rest at the feet of the man in the stall. Logan then upturns the trash can, dumping out the trash and then jamming the can over the upper body of Fatel. Fatel tries to get the can off of him, stumbling around the room as Logan picks up half of the busted kendo stick and mimics a baseball batter taking his stance.
Logan swings and connects with the can, sending a loud clanging sound echoing throughout the room.
Voice: Wrong sport!
Logan: How do you know? You can't even see what's going on?
Voice: There's a crack in the door?
Logan: You're watching me while you poop? Stay creepy, mystery man.
Voice: Wait! Any chance you could throw me a roll of TP?
Logan: ...wait I know that voice.
As Logan puts two and two together, Fatel is able to slip the trash can off of his body.
Fatel: Think fast!
Logan spins around and catches a trash can to the face. Fatel now with a standing dropkick to the chest of Logan that drives him backfirst into the stall wall. The wall shakes violently as Logan is left sprawled out against it, trying to stay upright. Fatel goes right after him, pulling his head off the wall and driving his elbow into Logan's face. Fatel with multiple elbows to the face and Logan's lip is busted open. Fatel now shoving Logan's head back against the stall and he takes a few steps back.
Voice: Seriously, can anyone spare a squ-
Fatel charges at Logan and leaps up, hitting Logan with a stinger splash that knocks the wall loose and on top of the mystery man. Logan and Fatel both roll off the wall and into the shallow water that's still filling the room as they mystery man goes quiet. Fatel now rolling over on top of Logan, pressing his face into the inch deep water. Sputtering and coughing sounds can be heard as Logan struggles under Fatel's arms. Logan's flailing arms find some of the debris from the trash can and he begins throwing it back, trying to hit Fatel in the face. He finally connects with a half full soda can and it's enough to get free of Fatel's grasp and roll away. Fatel tries to get back hold of Logan but gets a kick to the groin for his efforts. Fatel drops to his back holding himself as Logan wipes the dirty water from his face and gets back up to his feet. Logan now grabbing the feet of Fatel and splitting the wishbone before stomping straight down on the groin of Fatel. Fatel screams out in pain and rolls away as Logan looks around. He sees the busted door of the stall and walks over to it. He grabs hold and pulls it away from the wall, pulling the wall itself off from top of...
An unconscious Seth Lerch sits on the toilet, a Playboy magazine on his lap saving the audience from seeing what is underneath.
Logan: And they call me a pervert.
Logan drags the door over to where Fatel is trying to get up and drops it across his back. Fatel crawls for the door when Logan jumps on top of the door and pretends to surf, pressing down on the back of Fatel. The door to the bathroom is finally opened and water rushes out into the hallway as Hank Brown is seen with a baffled look on his face. Apparently seeing an unconscious Lerch on the toilet and Logan surfing on the back of another man is what it takes to drive Hank Brown away screaming, because he does just that. Logan hops off his makeshift board and pulls it off of Fatel. He reaches down and grabs Fatel by the hair, pulling him up to his feet, before leading him to the door. Logan yanks the door open and tosses Fatel out into the hallway before following him out. The cameraman starts to follow when he hears a grown from behind him. He turns around to find Seth coming to and rubbing the side of his head.
Seth Lerch: Uhh...what the? What happened?
Seth finally notices the cameraman filming from the doorway and then realizes where he is. He looks around at the destruction and then down at the Playboy on his lap. He quickly looks up at the cameraman, who points to the little red light on the camera.
Seth Lerch: Wait! I can explain!
The cameraman doesn't give him a chance as he turns and runs back out into the hallway after Logan and Fatel.
Seth Lerch: I CAN EXPLA-
Seth's voice is cut out as we switch to another part of the arena, picking back up on the action as Fatel has Logan in a headlock and leading him toward the curtain that separates the backstage from the crowd. Fatel with a few rapid punches to Logan's head and then he throws him through the curtain and out onto the stage. There's a pop from the crowd as Logan rolls onto the stage and the camera switches again to it's normal view.
Zach Davis: And I'm being told we can be heard by the audience at home again.
Erin Robbins: What do you mean again? Have you had me out here calling the match knowing that the people at home couldn't here me?!
Zach Davis: Heh. Don't feel bad, Shannan fell for it all the time.
Fatel comes out from the back pushing a shopping cart to heat from the crowd. Logan is trying to push himself up when Fatel pushes the cart into his side. Logan rolls over onto his back and Fatel pulls him up to his feet. Fatel lifts him up and then dumps him into the shopping cart. With the crowd booing him loudly, Fatel gives the shopping cart a shove and then hops onto the bar, riding down the ramp with Logan in the basket. Fatel hops down at the end of the ramp and watches as the card crashes hard into the side of the ring and falls over.
Erin Robbins: Jackass.
Zach Davis: Who? Me?
Erin Robbins: Well yeah, you. But also, I'm pretty sure Fatel stole that from Jackass.
Zach Davis: Heh, I like Wee Man.
Erin Robbins: I'm sure you love wee men Zach.
Logan crawls out of the shopping cart toward the Spanish Announce Folding Table and tries to pull himself up when Fatel cuts him off with a forearm across the back. The referee finally comes running out from the back as Fatel pulls Logan away from the table and then slams him face first into it. The Spanish announcers throw off their headsets and run as Fatel goes nuts, repeatedly slamming Logan facefirst into the table. Logan's busted lip turns into a busted mouth as blood begins dripping down his face. Fatel takes his hand and smears the blood around Logan's face before smashing it down one last time. With Logan laid out against the table, Fatel pulls him back away from it and puts him in a rear waist lock. Fatel lifts him up and spins around like he's going for a back suplex when Logan fights back with an elbow to the face. Fatel drops Logan and he lands on his feet as Fatel grabs at his nose. Logan from out of nowhere spins around and connects with the Impact Style, catching Fatel under the chin. Fatel stumbles back into the table and turns around to catch himself when Logan snatches him up from behind in a sleeper hold.
Zach Davis: He's going for the Connector!
With the sleeper hold locked in Logan tries to flip over Fatel but Fatel is able to slip out of the hold and throw Logan off of him. Logan bounces backside first off the table and ends up smacking gut first into the guardrail. Fatel catches his breath and then leaps up onto the folding table before jumping off, catching Logan's head from behind and taking him over the guardrail and into the crowd with a bulldog.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Fatel is slow to pull himself back up with the help of the guardrail as Logan is laid out on the floor. Security steps in to get fans out of the way as Fatel grabs Logan by the hair and pulls him to his feet before depositing him back over the rail. Fatel then climbs over and grabs Logan by the arms before pulling him toward the ring.
Erin Robbins: You can just see how tired Fatel is after everything that's gone on so far. He can barely drag the bigger Logan to the ring, I can only imagine how hard it's going to be to get him into the ring.
Fatel does indeed seem to have some troubles getting Logan upright and it gives Logan enough time to fight back when Fatel tries to roll him into the ring. Logan with a european uppercut and then he bangs Fatel's head into the ring apron. Logan now rolling Fatel into the ring before sliding in himself. Logan with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: He got the shoulder up!
Logan rolls off of Fatel looking a bit exhausted himself as he wipes the blood from his mouth. Logan getting back up to his feet now and he pulls Fatel up with him. Logan spins him around and locks in the sleeper hold as the crowd pops for what's coming.
Zach Davis: Connector City!
Logan flips over Fatel and hits The Connector. Logan with the pin attempt once again.
Erin Robbins: Fatel kicked out! Fatel kicked out! I don't know how he did it, but James Fatel kicked out of The Connector!
Logan sits up looking utterly confused as he stares up at the referee, who in turn flashes him two fingers. Logan gets up to his feet, loudly cursing under his breath as he reaches down and pulls Fatel to his feet. Logan again slaps on the sleeper hold and calls for The Connector.
Zach Davis: If he hits this a second time you have to believe this is it.
Logan flips over Fatel and hits The Connector. He wisely hooks the leg this time for the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: And Logan retains!
"Horseshoes and Hooligans" hits the speakers as the referee brings Logan the Hardcore Title. Logan gets up to his feet and takes the belt before raising it into the air in victory. The referee goes to check on Fatel as the crowd pops for Logan.
Zach Davis: And what an effort from Fatel. He came up short tonight but he took Logan farther than some people may have expected.
Erin Robbins: Definitely. He should have no regrets about what he did tonight, it really could have gone either way.
Zach Davis: This match is over!!
Erin Robbins: But, wait!!
Some Kind Of Monster by Metallica begins to play and Lupus Onyx makes his way down to the ring. Lupus slides into the ring and proceeds to attack Logan.
Zach Davis: What is THIS?!?
A bass like synth begins to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
The crowd goes absolutely crazy.
Erin Robbins: What is this. First Oblivion gets involved with the Shadows of Darkness match up and now this?!
Oblivion runs into the ring and nails Lupus Onyx from behind and nails him with a 5150!!
Zach Davis: Lupus Onyx is down!!
Logan staggers up and Oblivion checks on the Hardcore Champion.
Erin Robbins: WHAT?! NO-O-O!!
Oblivion nails Logan with a Black Hole!! Immediately right afterwards, Oblivion grabs a chair and a mic, re enters the ring. As Logan and Lupus Onyx rolls around the ring, Oblivion begins to speak....
Oblivion: Logan as you lay there, nearly unconscious, please don't think that this attack was mainly directly at you... WELL, YEA IT WAS. But, indirectly it was. The Monster has been here in WCF for almost 5 years. For 5 years, Logan and Oblivion has basically done it all. Won championship has major battles with major stars in WCF. Fought in the biggest pay per views. Had major bloodbath matches. Hell, Oblivion even won the World Championship in a Hell in a Cell. and does anyone give a flying crap!! NO-O-O!! IT has bled for this company and bled for this company and for what? Don't get me wrong, IT would bleed for THIS company. If any other organization or some rogue group that would invade, IT would be right there with the best of WCF to defend this company. But, it's been this great company who has mistreated and discarded so many great stars.
Oblivion waves at a camera...
Oblivion: Hi, Donny!! Hi Greenie!!
Oblivion looks back down at Logan.
Oblivion: They finally did it!! There is no more D-Day. Donny just vanished. Hell!! They were supposed to kill off Greenfever, but they brought him back. And what did the powers that be decide what to do with him. They made Greenfever into a damn clown!! FUCKING CLOWN!! Polar Phantasm just had enough with the bullshit around here, he just took off!!
Oblivion looks at the camera again and sarcastically waves.
Oblivion: Hi Brian!!
Oblivion looks back down at Logan.
Oblivion: Back in the fall of 2010, they finally gave Oblivion an opportunity of a lifetime. They finally wanted to cap off a great rivalry against Greenfever. They decided it was time to give yours truly the World Championship. There, what a great glorious scene, covered in Greenfever's blood. Covered in IT's own blood, holding the World Championship. What does WCF do? They waited 28 days and they gave the World Championship to Slickie T, who ironically defeated Oblivion for the Hardcore title, two months prior. And now, guess who defeats Slickie T, for the World Championship. Yea, that's right.... YOU-OU-OU!! Now, this situation is different, you are holding the WCF Hardcore Championship. Now, according to "OFFICIAL" WCF records, THEY say Oblivion has held the WCF Hardcore Championship 5 times. FIVE TIMES?!? ONLY FIVE TIMES?! Oblivion has won the Hardcore Championship 7 times!!
It's a shame it had to come to this, Logan. you were being such a great transitional champion!! Not putting up much of a fight! Not being such a great Hardcore champion for such an honorable 5 time World Champion. Maybe now... JUST MAYBE. There will be an opportunity, Logan that IT will take this WCF Hardcore Championship for an eighth time!! It's been too long Logan for the WCF too keep holding oblivion down. Now, IT can hear the boys, in the back moaning and groaning. None of you have been given empty promises after empty promises. After losing the World title to Slickie, IT was approached by an WCF official telling me... "Don't worry Oblivion, we got your back. You'll be getting another shot at the Championship. You'll be wearing the World title around your waist at no time. Lies after lies after lies!! Do you all think its a hu-u-uge coincidence that Oblivion has been Hardcore Champion so many times. they're afraid of making Oblivion World Champion. "Oblivion you're just too violent to be World Champion" "You're more fitted to be just Hardcore Champion." IT says...<bleep> that!! NO-O-OW YOUR BLEEPIN ME?! I MEA... C'MO.. HE... WHA... NO... YOU AR.. CUTTI.. OF.. MY MI...
Oblivion stands up and looks at the camera and yells...
Oblivion: You can censor me, but you cannot silence me!! THE MONSTER WILL BE HEARD!!
Oblivion taps the mic. It now works.
Oblivion: This is the crap IT was talking about, people!! the Monster hasn't been lying. Oblivion is not being paranoid. That's proof. WCF is afraid of Oblivion being World Champion!! For almost five long years!! FIVE YEARS! IT has been busting IT's ass for this company!! They needed a fill in, IT DOES IT!! The card needed to be change at the last minute. Oblivion didn't object. But, did WCF hold up to their promises?! NO!! HELL NO!! So, fine. You want to keep The Monster away from the World Championship... SO BE IT!!
Oblivion looks back down at Logan...
Oblivion: So, it looks like you and The Monster...
Oblivion kicks at Lupus Onyx.
Oblivion: Maybe we have our friend involved as well. It is destiny that Oblivion will be Hardcore Champion forever. WCF keeping Oblivion away from the World Championship is kinda bad thing for you, my friend. WCF no longer wants Oblivion to be a problem, so it looks like WCF is making The Monster YOUR PROBLEM!! Who knows once Oblivion beats you for that WCF Hardcore Championship, maybe The Monster doesn't renew IT's contract and leaves with the Hardcore title. Yea... yea IT knows, it's been played out. But, when you have been overlooked for so-o-o long, maybe it's time IT takes the gold and run!! But, maybe just maybe Oblivion beats your ass, Logan and prove to the entire WCF, that after exposing you as a paper champion, that you are, maybe just maybe Oblivion finally gets the respect IT really deserves!!
Oblivion stands up and looks at both Lupus Onyx and Logan...
Oblivion: See ya fellas. Logan, Oblivion will be seeing you real soon.
Breathe by The Prodigy begins to play as Oblivion has the WCF Hardcore Championship, in hand, looking at it. the Monster drops the championship down onto Logan. The lights suddenly go out in the arena as fog slowly comes up from under the ring the titan tron turns on to 3 small shadows.
Zach Davis: Here we go again.
Erin Robbins: Shadows again what do they want?
3 small children voices start to whisper
1......2 There coming for you
3......4 Better lock your door
5......6 Grab your crucifix
7......8 Don't Stay up late
9.....10 It all begins again
Start Picture........ V......... Failed........ V......... Coming....... Shadows........ VNRDDO.......4th......
Start Picture........ 4thShadow....... V........ VNRDDO........ SOD........... Return.......... Start........
Shadow............ Shadow.......... 4th.......... Coming........ Mastermind........ Leader........ Overtaken..... End Picture
~~~~Static~~~~~ Titan tron turns black as fire erups from all 4 turnbuckles the lights turn on.
Zach Davis: What the hell was all of that? Is there a 4th shadow?
Erin Robbins: I think so Zach. How many are there? When does this end? CREEPY!!!
The crowd is ready for the next match.
Seth Lerch: Lupus Onyx has disappeared. NO MATCH!
The crowd boos!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Deeds Not Words" hits the speakers. 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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, CORMACK MACNEILL!
Zach Davis: And we've got quite the interesting match-up for you tonight folks.
Erin Robbins: That we do Zach. Three weeks ago Cormack MacNeill and Jayson Price went one on one right here on Slam. Cormack, as many people will argue, was taking Price to the absolute limit and looked to have the match in hand.
Zach Davis: But then, using his savvy, veteran ring presence, Price was able to turn the match in his favor and win the match.
Erin Robbins: "Savvy, veteran ring presence"? He put his feet on the ropes to steal a win!
Zach Davis: You say tomato, I say savvy, veteran ring presence.
Erin Robbins: Three weeks ago you hated this guys guts for killing a stupid bird!
Zach Davis: S..St...Steven?
Erin Robbins: Oh good lord, not again.
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.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
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: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, he is the WCF People's Champion, JAYSON PRICE!
Erin Robbins: Well despite what my now blubbering announce partner here was trying to argue, many people are saying that Cormack had Price and Price, out of fear of being upset, resorted to cheating to win his match.
Zach Davis: STEVEN! WHY GOD? WHY?!
Erin Robbins: So tonight expect the proud Scot to be looking to make Price pay for his cheating ways and get a measure of revenge.
As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
Erin Robbins: Zach are you going to be able to pull it together and call this match?
Zach Davis (sniffling): Yes..I am professional after all. Let's get to it!
DING! DING! DING!
Erin Robbins: And here we-
Zach Davis: STEVEN LOVED BELL!
Zach can be heard sobbing loudly into his microphone as Cormack comes out to the center of the ring. Much like their last meeting, Price takes his time hopping out of the corner and coming out to meet him. Price with a few choice words to Cormack about his recent accusations of cheating and he goes to throw a slap. Cormack though saw it coming and he blocks it with one of his massive arms. Cormack with a massive headbutt to the face of Price before picking him up and planting him on the mat with a 360 jumping spinebuster.
Erin Robbins: The Stone OF Kings!
Cormack quick to hook the leg for the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: No! Price with the shoulder up at two!
Cormack not giving Price even a second to catch his breath as he rolls over on top of Price and begins hammering away with punches to the face and head. Price covers up with his arms and yells for the referee to get him off. The referee steps in and tries to warn Cormack about the closed fists but Cormack isn't giving him the time of day. The referee now with a final warning before he starts up a five count. Cormack finally ceases at four and stands back up, yanking Price's head up off the mat by his beard hairs. Again the referee warning Cormack but being ignored as Cormack gets Price up to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Back comes Price and Cormack levels him with a shoulder block. Price hits the mat and tries to bounce back up but Cormack catches him in the ribs with a kick and sends him rolling across the mat. Price clings to the ropes and yells for the referee to keep him back as he pulls himself up. The referee has to put himself right in front of Cormack to keep him back.
Erin Robbins: And just as I predicted Cormack is showing just how pissed off he is for how his last match with Price ended. He's manhandling Price and throwing him around like he were a rag doll.
Price is up on his feet and looking bewildered at how this match has started. He starts to come off the ropes when Cormack gets past the referee. Price quickly goes out of the ring through the ropes and the referee has to stop Cormack from following. The referee with a ten count as Price stares down Cormack from outside of the ring, trying to figure out his next move. Finally at eight, Price pulls himself up onto the apron and slowly starts to enter the ring. Cormack goes right after him, yanking Price through the ropes and toward the center of the ring. Cormack whipping Price into the ropes. Price hits them and comes back. Cormack snatching Price up, lifts him up and tries for the 360 spinebuster a second time. Price with elbows and Cormack is forced to drop Price. Now it's Price with a kick to the gut and he snaps off a DDT out of desperation. Price with the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: No! Cormack with the shoulder up at two!
Zach Davis: Steven liked the number two!
Erin Robbins: Okay Zach, you're really reaching for sympathy now.
Price rolls off of Cormack and gets back up to his feet. Cormack pushes himself up and Price looks to readying himself for The Downfall. Cormack's up, Price spins him around and goes for the cravate cutter but Cormack shoves him off. Price bounces off the ropes and comes back right into the Instant Hangover.
Erin Robbins: What a kick!
Cormack with the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: No! Price with the kickout at two and a half!
Cormack looking quite frustrated as he rolls off of Price and gets up to his feet. Cormack pulling Price up to his feet before spinning him around and placing him in a double chicken wing.
Zach Davis: Steven had wings!
Erin Robbins: Shh, people are trying to watch a match Zach.
Cormack now lifting Price up while keeping the hold in place. The referee checks on Price who tells him he's not quitting. Cormack now going for The Citadel as he loosens his grip to go for the flapjack...BUT PRICE COUNTERS IT! Cormack releasing his grip gave Price enough to get free and drop down to the mat. Price with the jumping cutter, going for his old version of The Downfall. Price with the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: No! Cormack with the shoulder up again!
Price slaps the mat in frustration as he gets back up to his feet. After arguing the referee's count, Price turns back around and pulls Cormack to his feet. Price going for The Downfall again but Cormack counters it and whips him into the ropes. Both men thinking clothesline and there's a collision in the center of the ring as both men drop to the mat.
Erin Robbins: What an impact! And...and what is this?
Jordan Caliban has suddenly appeared in the crowd by the barricade. Caliban hops over and jumps up onto the apron, drawing the attention of the referee. The ref walks over to the ropes and starts yelling at Caliban to get down and leave but Caliban remains. Caliban now mocking the referee as Cormack starts to stir on the mat and sits up. Seeing the referee distracted, Cormack slowly rolls out of the ring and walks over to the announce table.
Erin Robbins: What is Cormack up to out here?
As Cormack is trying to catch a second wind, the referee is still trying to get Caliban to leave. Suddenly Corey Black appears on the stage with a machete in hand and takes off down the ramp. Caliban wants nothing to do with Black or his machete and he hops down off the apron. Caliban takes off around the ring and hops over the barricade on the opposite side of the ring from the ramp as Black rounds the ring in pursuit. The referee is still watching what is going on as Cormack demands a ringside official out of his chair and then grabs it. Cormack now sliding into the ring, chair in hand, as the referee watches Black hop the barricade and chase after Caliban.
Erin Robbins: What in the heck is going on around here?
Price is finally starting to come to as he sits up and looks around the ring rubbing his head. Cormack is standing behind him, chair readied like a baseball bat as the referee is still trying to figure out what is happening with Black and Caliban in the crowd. He's too busy talking into his earpiece to realize what's going on behind him as Price pushes himself up to his feet and stumbles a bit on his wobbly legs.
Erin Robbins: Come on ref! You've got a match to be watching!
Cormack yells out for him to turn around and that gets Price's attention. Price turns around and Cormack takes a mighty swing..BUT PRICE DUCKS IT! Cormack hits nothing but air as Price ducks the swing and then pops back up with a european uppercut to the jaw. Cormack shakes it off but Price jams his thumb in Cormack's eye. Cormack drops the chair to the mat and clutches his eye as Price grabs the chair. Price contemplates using it but instead smacks it hard against the mat before throwing it back to Cormack and dropping to the ground. The referee hears the sound of the chair hitting and spins around in time to see Price laid out and Cormack holding a chair. The referee looks back and forth between the two and Cormack drops the chair, pleading his case. The referee shakes his head and calls for the bell. Cormack still trying to plead his case but the referee is having none of it. Meanwhile Price has sat up on the mat and is looking around, a smile on his face.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has ruled that the winner, by disqualification, is JAY PRICE!
"Nightmare" hits the speakers as Price pretends to be groggy as the referee turns around and goes to help him to his feet. Cormack is still trying to plead his case as Price weakly raises his arms in victory. Cormack tries to go after Price but the referee steps in between them and Price flips off Cormack before exiting the ring. Cormack screams out in rage and has to be held back by the referee as Slam goes to commercial with a shot of Price waving to Cormack from the ramp.
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu, and Chelsea Black Armstrong walk out. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles. The crowd showers them with hate, as they jump down, and their music fades.
Zach Davis: This is S-PAC's first match as a unit with their new member, Chelsea Black Armstrong. Still can't believe she joined up with these guys.
Erin Robbins: Well believe it, Zach.
rollin by limp bizkit blares of the pa " keep rollin rollin rollin what! your gonna be lovin this shit right here" the music keeps pkaying red and black strobe lights fills the arena and Zack wild and the original gangster comes riding out to beginning of the ramp they both rev up there engines o.g pulls out an ak 47 points it in the air and fires a few rounds and zack wild leads the way down the ramp speeding they both hop off the bike zack wild grabs a couple beers that were in a cooler near the ring both members slide in the ring chugging the cold beer
The opening riff to Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. A sole spotlight appears on the ramp as a geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle himself struts out from the back, illuminating his body from the slight darkness, his treasured championship wrapped snugly around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and the attempts to agitate him.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is the WCF United States Champion... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin then walks to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, only focused on the match ahead, as he walks over to the referee to hand over his title.
Zach Davis: Aanndd here we go!
Atreyu starts the match by running at Micayle and clubbing him from behind. The bell sounds as Micayle puts up his arms to shield his head. Atreyu grabs his arm and throws him across the ring. As Micayle comes back, Atreyu takes him down with a Clothesline. Micayle stumbles back up and Atreyu hits a huge Big Boot!, practically taking Micayle's head off!
Erin Robbins: Hot damn. Atreyu exploding right out of the gate here.
Micayle gets to his corner surprisingly fast and tags in the Original Gangster before anyone can stop him. The OG comes in and ducks a Clothesline attempt from Atreyu. OG kicks Atreyu in the gut and DDTs him to the mat.
Zach Davis: The Doctor's team coming back from Atreyu's surprise attack now. It's obvious, but they're going to have to work extra hard to overcome S-PAC, who are a solid unit.
OG stomps at Atreyu as he tries to get back to his feet. Once Atreyu is up OG runs at him and hits him with a running knee. He then bends down and starts choking him.
Erin Robbins: Original Gangster really taking it to Benjamin Atreyu here.
OG gets up since the ref is threatening to disqualify him, and tags in Zack. Zack climbs to the top while Gangster picks Atreyu up into the Electric Chair position.
Zach Davis: Uh oh. Tag team move coming up!
Zack hits a Missile Dropkick!, sending Atreyu down onto the mat. Zack quickly goes for the pin.
No!, Atreyu kicks out!
Erin Robbins: That's God Given Greatness, ladies and gentlemen.
Zach Davis: They've done a good job isolating Atreyu thus far, and as good as he is, Erin, he's not unbeatable. Atreyu needs to make a tag. Zack Wild is making him look like he's Stillborn, Erin.
Erin Robbins: ...what?
Zach Davis: Seth ordered me to shoehorn a Zakk Wylde reference into every Zack Wild match or I'd get fired.
Zack gets up and backs away, waiting for Atreyu to stand. Once Atreyu's up Zack runs at him.
Erin Robbins: Spear!
NO!, Atreyu sidesteps it, grabs Zack from behind and executes a German Suplex! The fans boo as Atreyu stands, finds the time and energy to grin like a pompous jackass, and then falls towards his corner and tags in Chelsea.
Zach Davis: And here comes the newest Scott Savage initiate.
Chelsea gets into the ring and runs at Zack, hitting him with a Shining Wizard! She goes for a quick pin of her own.
No!, OG breaks it up. OG then picks Chelsea up and he and Zack hit a Double DDT!
Erin Robbins: Great teamwork by the Wild Gangsters, I hate to say it. They came in with a gameplan.
Zack gets back to his feet but Remus Micayle reaches and tags himself in.
Zach Davis: ...Maybe they did, Erin, but Remus wants the glory it seems.
Both OG and Zack look annoyed as Remus gets into the ring, but they don't do anything about it for now. Remus stomps methodically at Chelsea, before backing away and letting her stand up. Once she's part way up he runs at her and executes a Snap Neckbreaker. He gets back up quickly and follows up with a Football Kick to her back.
Erin Robbins: This guy is evil, Zach. And you've gotta wonder what the deal with this Dillinger guy is.
Remus awaits Chelsea's return to a vertical base once more, and this time he goes for an Olympic Slam!, but she reverses it with an Arm Drag! Both competitors are to their feet, and run at each other; Micayle ducks a Clothesline, keeps running, comes back and takes her down with a Chop Block.
Zach Davis: Oh come on, Micayle.
Erin Robbins: Nothing wrong with a Chop Block!
Zach Davis: It just seems cheap, Erin.
Micayle doesn't wait for Chelsea to get up this time. He grabs her and lifts her up, all the way into a Fireman's Carry, before dropping her and hitting a Gutbuster. He quickly scurries over and pins her afterwards.
No!, Chelsea kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Notice, Zach, that the other S-PAC members aren't rushing in to help break up the pins. That's because they know each other and know they won't be beaten. Each member has to prove themselves on their own.
Remus lifts Chelsea up and grabs her from behind, hitting a German Suplex!, but no! Chelsea flips over, lands on her feet, and as Micayle turns, she hits him with an Enziguri Kick!
Zach Davis: Chelsea with some offense! S-PAC back in the driver's seat.
Chelsea tags in Waylon just as Remus gets back to his corner and tags OG back in.
Erin Robbins: Smart tag team wrestling by Remus Micayle.
Zach Davis: More like cowardice. He tagged himself in when things were going good, tagged himself out when they were going bad.
OG quickly climbs to the top as Waylon runs at him. OG flies off with a Flying Knee!, hitting Waylon right in the face. Waylon goes down and OG pins him.
No!, Waylon kicks out. Both men are up and OG goes to whip Waylon into the corner, but Waylon reverses it. OG is sent into the corner instead, and Waylon runs at him and hits a running back elbow. OG stumbles out and Waylon goes for a Sitout Neckbreaker, but OG shoves him away at the last second. Waylon turns and is met with a kick to the gut followed by a Powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: Whoa! Huge Powerbomb from the Original Gangster.
OG goes for a pin.
No!, Waylon kicks out again. OG tags in Zack Wild. Wild comes in and waits for Waylon to get back up.
Zach Davis: Looks like they're gonna end this!
Zack hits Waylon with a Spinebuster.
Erin Robbins: The Mascare!
But Waylon avoids the Superkick from OG! OG runs at him again but Waylon dumps him over the ropes. Zack runs at him and Waylon sidesteps him, kicks him in the gut...
Zach Davis: KILLSHOT!
Waylon pins Zack, hooking the leg.
Chelsea and Atreyu enter the ring just as Remus Micayle does.
The other members of S-PAC stop the interference.
Erin Robbins: S-PAC wins it!
Criminals by Big B hits as Cash gets to his feet. Chelsea and Atreyu throw Micayle out of the ring as Cash kicks Zack out. The three S-PAC members celebrate as Savage joins them in the ring.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it. The trio of Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu and Chelsea Black Armstrong is just as dominant as they were with John Gable.
The fans boo as S-PAC continues to celebrate. As the bell rings to signal the end of the match, Doctor Remus Micayle rolls out of the ring, happy to have escaped the match without significant injury. He limps to his title and straps it around his waist.
Zach Davis: What an arrogant person. Not only does he not care whether he won the match or not, he puts the United States championship over his tag team partners? What an ass!
Erin Robbins: It's his belt Zach! Of course he cares for it! What on Earth are you talking about!
Zach Davis: True... but he should have cared for his partners first! Every competitor in that match is hurt to some extent, and he doesn't bother at all?
Micayle, gently laughing at the outcome of the six-man tag bout, signals for a live microphone to be brought to him. The crowd is jeering heavily, and he is idolising in their hatred.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Stop making so much noise people.
Predictably, it inflames more boos instead.
Zach Davis: Oh I'm sure that'll help.
Erin Robbins: Stop being so rude! The leader of Team Science is talking! Is he going to gift upon us another video? Or...?
Zach Davis: Maybe he's going to say he has cancer.
Erin Robbins: Zach Davis!
Zach Davis: Okay, I'm sorry.
Micayle starts retreating back the runway backstage, speaking as he continues to walk.
Micayle: A win or a loss, I am still proof that the only correct path to godliness as far as this world is concerned is through science. The United States is on its way to recovery, and as it's saviour, I must make the next step to create a breakthrough of which the likes have never been seen before!
Having reached the top of the stage, he turns his head, brandishing a smirk to the live crowd. The crowd is silently simmering in anger - hating him, but yet wanting to hear what the intellectual has to say.
Micayle: Last week... I received an S.O.S. message from a war veteran by the name of Mark Dillinger. He - much like the veterans of Vietnam, Iraq, and Afghanistan - require aid. And not aid by some fictional supreme being. No, no, no. He asked for help, and the Scientist will deliver.
Cue heavy booing.
Zach Davis: This is too much. Never in my life have I heard such evil statements made.
Erin Robbins: I repeat, STOP. BEING. A. HATER. Maybe you are just jelly, Zach. Go on to jelly school, why don't you?
The Scientist unstraps the United States title and slings it on his shoulder.
Micayle: I've done some very rough calculations, and come to the conclusion that this man has a very severe case of PTSD. However, due to the fact that I have not seen him in the flesh yet, it is rather impossible for me to gauge his exact condition. He may or may not be a lost cause, I do not know. But until then, as the WCF United States champion, it is my job to assist a fellow American in his time of distress. And if I can help him see the light... so be it.
A mixed reaction meets Micayle's words. There is much patriotism in the stands tonight.
Micayle: Next week... I will see Mister Dillinger in the ring. I'll see what I can do to help this poor, poor man. After all, that's the very least I can do for this handless individual. Stay tuned to find out more.
The Scientist walks off backstage with his United States championship slung carelessly over his back, and the screen fades to black as Slam goes to commercial.
"Horseshoes and Hand grenades" by Green Day hits the speakers.
Zach Davis: Oh boy.
Erin Robbins: Logan doesn't look too happy right now.
And indeed, Logan storms out from the back to skip his usual stage dramatics, stomping down the ramp, recklessly carrying the Hardcore belt in his hand and throwing it into the ring. Logan slides into the ring as well and snatches the microphone from the ring official and then hits him over the head with it and stomps the referee out of the ring once the official goes down.
Logan: SHUT UP! CUT THE SHITTY MUSIC! I SAID SHUT UP!
The music slowly fades out.
Logan: SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
The audience laughs over his frustration.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Zach Davis: Logan is obviously upset he -
Logan: SHUT UP!
He paces the ring, finally coming to a stop in the middle of it and looking up the ramp.
Logan: I'm out here defending my belt like a true champion, WCF's greatest champion, the man who won the Hardcore title in a WCF hardcore era, and THIS IS HOW I GET TREATED? SHUT UP! First, Lupus Onyx comes out here, thinks he's a big man. I said thinks he's a big man!
The audience boos the mention of Lupus.
Logan: Attacks me from behind. Yeah, real big shot. You think you're a big shot, Lupus? You do? You don't? SHUT UP! And if that wasn't enough, that little peanut butter bitch, Oblivion, says HEY... I WANT IN ON THE ACTION TOO. What is this? Disrespect Mr. WCF Slam edition? I BUILT THIS COMPANY! I AM WCF! NOBODY JUMPS THE FACE OF TREACHERY!
Erin Robbins: I hadn't seen him this upset in a whil -
Logan: SHUT UP! Let's get this started right, Lupus Onyx, you bring that LUPUSSY on down to the ring. You hike it on down to my ring, my street corner, and come get yourself a box of treachery tampons, or rather... a boot right up your Lupus!
"Some Kind of Monster" by Metallica hits. Lupus Onyx walks out onto the stage with a cocky grin on his face to the instant disapproval of the crowd, who boos him. He remains at the stage, staring down the ramp and onto Logan who waits in the ring.
Zach Davis: Lupus Onyx here to answer to Logan for attacking him earlier tonight.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't have to answer to no man. Not even Logan.
Lupus brought a microphone with him, to which he raises to his mouth once the music dies.
Lupus Onyx: Earlier this week I told WCF I was going to shake things up. And you know, Logan, no better way to start than with Mr. WCF himself. Yes, Mr. WCF. The 'great' washed up jackass who somehow, who knows, managed to win that Hardcore Championship. Well, Logan, I am here to tell you one thing... I'm here now. I'm not James Fatel. You understand that? Your days as Hardcore Champion are over. Done with. Over. And one day soon you can thank me for that.
Meanwhile inside the ring, Logan looks deeply confused, as if he is having a hard time understanding anything Onyx has been saying.
Logan: I'm sorry. Is your microphone on? Did anyone else catch that?
Logan: Did you just say something? Why don't you give the microphone a little tap. Mic check? One? Two? Testing? Is this thing on?
Lupus Onyx: You heard what I sai -
Logan: SHUT UP!
The audience pops while Onyx shakes his head.
Logan: I didn't call your soft boudle Lupussy ass out here to bicker back and forth.
Lupus Onyx: And I didn't come out here to talk. Did you forget what happened earlier tonight, do you need a reminder?
Logan: Are you done?
Despite the distance separating them, Lupus and Logan share a heated glare. Logan drops his microphone and walks over to the ropes, pushing the middle one down and motioning Onyx to get into the ring. Lupus Onyx grins, drops his microphone, and begins walking down the ramp towards the ring.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Within feet from the ring, just feet between Logan and Lupus, "Breathe" by Prodigy hits the speakers!
Erin Robbins: And there's Oblivion!
Lupus looks back to the stage with an annoyed look on his face while he watches Oblivion walk out. Oblivion walks out with a clinched fist and a microphone in the other. Oblivion heads straight to the ring, stopping for a moment once he's next to Lupus Onyx whom is still on the ramp way. Oblivion slowly brings the microphone to his mouth.
Oblivion: He's mine, bitch.
Oblivion drops the microphone at Onyx's feet and keeps walking to the ring.
Zach Davis: Mr. Cocky.
Erin Robbins: And look at Onyx's face, Zach. He is staring a hole through Obilivon's back.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, Logan awaits Oblivion. Just before Oblivion can climb up the apron, Lupus Onyx has clobbered Oblivion from behind with a closeline. Oblivion staggers forward, and Lupus grabs Oblivion from the back of his head and slings him face first into the turnbuckle post! Oblivion's forehead smacks it hard and he goes down. Logan bends over through the ropes, bending down to try and grab at Onyx. Lupus grabs Logan by the neck hitting a neckbreaker while Logan is in the ropes, and Logan's chest bounces off the ropes and he falls backwards into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Lupus Onyx is cleaning house!
Lupus Onyx slides into the ring, stalking Logan while Logan staggers up.
Zach Davis: And this is a familiar picture. Exactly what happened after Logan's match. Not twice in one night!
Logan slowly turns around and walks right into a DEVIL'S CRUCIFIX!
Zach Davis: NO!
Logan reverses at the very last second and pushes Lupus forward.
Erin Robbins: Logan escapes!
Lupus stumbles forward, Logan grabs him from behind into a sleeper. The crowd cheers! CONNECTOR! Logan hits Lupus Onyx with a Connector!
Erin Robbins: Lupus Onyx goes to Connector City!
Logan stands up and stares down at Lupus Onyx with a look of hate. Logan picks up the Hardcore Championship and rolls out of the ring, he walks over to the downed Oblivion and... SPITS ON HIM.
Zach Davis: Logan just spit on Oblivion!
Walking up the ramp, Logan stops at the stage, raising the Hardcore belt in the air to the cheer of the audience. Oblivion slowly stirs on the outside, looking up at Logan with rage in his eyes, as does Lupus, who has begun to climb to his feet.
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of these three.
Zach Davis: Lupus Onyx definitely started something tonight when he came out here earlier and beat Logan down.
Erin Robbins: And Oblivion continued it. He still thinks that Hardcore belt belongs to him, and he doesn't want to standby and see other people fighting over it.
Zach Davis: Can Logan finish it?
Erin Robbins: If we don't get a Hardcore title match between these three. I riot.
We come back from commercial with Pantheon-- Corey Black, Jayson Price, Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit-- in the ring. The crowd is going berserk. Pantheon signs. Pan-the-on chants. Oh yeah. As the crowd dies down, Corey Black puts the microphone to his lips.
Corey Black: Last week at Payback, these three gentlemen and I did a great thing. We became the newest incarnation of Pantheon-- Earth's mightiest wrestling stable. Taglines aside, we have goals and aspirations and we have a lot of work to do in the WCF, but we're the right guys for the job. We're the ones who can get it done.
Corey begins to pace the ring.
Corey Black: We have a vision for the WCF. Now, I know you all, the fans, have heard this before a million times. We've had ownership change hands, what, a half dozen times in the last couple years? It's been ridiculous. WCF needs direction and it needs strong leadership, and that leadership should come from within. It should come from the locker room, not from the management. We, the competitors, are the lifeblood of this company. It doesn't matter who owns the company or who's in whatever bogus position of power this week. We're the ones who should be guiding the direction of the WCF going forward-- that's when WCF is at it's best, when we CHALLENGE each other.
Corey hands the mic to Fly.
Jonny Fly: WCF has been in a downward spiral since I sold the company to Eric Price. And I'm not directly blaming Eric, or Sarah, or even Seth. It doesn't matter who the owner is. As my collegue said, it's up to us, the locker room, to challenge each other to become better. To put on the top-rate show that we believe we're capable of putting on. We lost sight of that over the past couple of years, with everyone fighting the "authority figures". And I'll tell you this right now, we're not here to do that. Pantheon doesn't care who owns the company. We aren't here to start another "Rebellion"-- yes, that's a play on words. What we ARE here to do, is lead. Lead this company into the future, from backstage to the front office.
Fly hands the mic back to Corey.
Corey Black: With that being said, it seems we have some opposition already. Jordan Caliban has formed a cute little group with his friends, and they're going to "stand up" to Pantheon. Isn't that nice? Tonight, my good friend Mr. Steve Orbit is going to stop them before they even get started.
Fly whispers something into Corey's ear. Corey nods.
Corey Black: Before we get to that, Fly has something he'd like to say.
Fly takes the mic. He signals to the crew, and the lights dim. The crowd is buzzing, and Fly approaches Orbit.
Jonny Fly: Steve. I've been trying to think of a way to make things right with you. I know you won't forgive and forget-- but I'd just like to re-start our friendship the right way... with this.
Fly signals to the crew again, and some soft piano music begins playing. Fly begins to sing.
Jonny Fly: I'm sorrrryy.... So sorrrryyyy.... That I was such a foooooooolll...
Orbit won't look at Fly. He looks at the audience. Fly tries to take Orbit's hand, but he bats it away.
Jonny Fly: C'mon, Mack. I'm sorrrryyyyy... Please accept my, apologyyyyy...
Orbit can't help it anymore and starts laughing. Fly finally relieves us all and stops singing. The lights go back on. Jayson Price and CD are laughing. Orbit and Fly shake hands, followed by a lean-in hug.
Jonny Fly: I'm sorry.
Orbit nods at Fly. Corey takes the mic back from him.
Corey Black: That was a tender moment. Thanks Jonny. Now, it's time to get down to business. I'm not the only one with connections in the sound room. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the main event! Cue Jordan Caliban's music, please.
"Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus plays over the PA. The crowd starts laughing and singing along.
All four members of Pantheon wait in the ring. After about a minute into the song...
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage.
Zach Davis: Hold on thats Corey's music, but he's in the ring!
Erin Robbins: SON OF A BITCH!
As Caliban walks out onto the stage crotch chopping with every step the crowd is audibly and visually pissed of at the anti climax of the joke after singing wrecking ball all night long, he is wearing the Punkin mask but soon pulls it off to really soak in the hate. Jordan Ciserano and Cormac MacNiel walk out arm in arm with Sinnesy Rose Caliban's valet walk out and line up beside Ciserano and Cormac as Caliban walks to one side of the stage and flips off the crowd and then walks to the other side and flips the crowd off there as well. He saunters to the middle of the ramp and pulls out his phone holding it high in the air he is visibly seen running a thumb down the screen and the music dims and then dies, Orbit goes to speak into his microphone and it isn't working. Caliban pulls a blank mike out of his back pocket and speaks
Caliban: This is the only live mike in the building right now Steve so stop yelling into that damn stick and listen carefully, enough of the childish games, enough of the pranks and the fucking around. You wanna know why I stay this cocky, you wanna know why the 2 guys behind me aren't scared to stand with me and call everyone of you over rated and ready to be put out of your misery, thats right even you champ. Its because we have the time to be, we are ready to be train wrecks a 150 times over and over just to be were you are standing right now, the only thing we aren't willing to do is stand back and do that against idiots like the nerd smashers and frankly Twilight and Lilith are primed to be the biggest joke in this company. So we are coming for you
Caliban turns around to look at his troops who are all standing trying to keep smirks down and look serious. The camera zooms in on the back of Caliban's denim jacket where there is a picture of a dead rabbit stretched out on a post with blood dripping down the back.
Caliban: Gentlemen Id like you to meet my dead rabbits, two men who are perfectly suited to come up behind you and take everything you have and hope to gain. The time left on your careers is dying, its fading, the sand in the hour glass is draining, you are looking at three of those hour glasses in human form and we will finish each and every one of you one by one or all at once, its not a matter of how and more a matter of when. We got time, from the looks of most of you, you don't!
Caliban: To Cormac here we are all members of a very elite club, a club where he holds the gavel and we all await his orders, whatever they may be, whether its a glass of fine whiskey or a nice Nova Scotian spliff in the car on the way to the hotel after the show, to helping him dismantle every obstacle put in front of him as the league of ordinary gentlemen, not that he needs the help but only an idiot denies himself allies
He walks over and takes Sinnesy's hand kissing it before moving onto to Ciserano and puts an arm round him, as they both smile at each other it becomes apparent Ciserano is trying to make Caliban laugh and vice versa, and then Caliban can be heard saying “straight faces” off mike as they both try to catch themselves on
Caliban: And to our new boy here Jordan, freshest man in the company we are his “Modus Operandi” and we will be the means of ascension that the best unknown wrestler in the world today will use to take this company by storm. When you look at each other you see friends forged by battles against each other, when we look at each other we see soldiers ready to die at the orders of anyone of the rest of us. We are not a group we are each others private army, we are “THE NEXT STEP.” Ladies gentlemen and the rats in the ring I would like to present to you “SEQUITUS,” If I were the 4 of you I would start looking for other jobs because our one goal right now is to put the Pantheon out of work and none of us feel much like failing. Orbit lets get this done
And with that Caliban Drops the mike and his regular into music kicks in as he salutes his crew and takes his valet by the hand walking to the ring, when he reaches the bottom of the ramp he drops to his knees and beats on the ground screaming
And he rushes the ring taking Pantheon by surprise but not for long as they all step right up in front of him showing a strong unity in the face of everything they just heard, the camera flashes to the other members of Sequitus on the stage who have yet to flinch since Caliban made his way to the ring
Zach Davis: Can you feel that? That tension, 7 guys and one girl out here and not one of them has so much as blinked since Caliban dropped the mike
Erin Robbins: Oh someone is gunna blink believe you me, this main event is going to be a heavy hitting affair
Caliban locks eyes with Orbit and can be heard saying to him
Caliban: This is gunna end with you face down on the mat
He points at Black
Caliban: Just like I left this sorry son of a bitch laying
Orbit laughs at the threat.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, we'll see about that.
Everyone except for Orbit and Caliban leave the ring and head backstage.
Zach Davis: Finally the ring is cleared, and it's time for our main event!
DING DING DING
Erin Robinson: What a statement by Jordan Caliban and his new group, Sequitus. A win for Caliban would indeed be a win for Sequitus over Pantheon, and that would be huge.
Caliban and Orbit circle each other in the ring. After a few moments, Caliban throws at jab at Orbit-- Orbit dodges, and the two continue to circle. Caliban throws two more jabs which Orbit dodges-- this time, Orbit catches Caliban with a left hook. Caliban shakes it off and moves in, the two men lock up. Orbit puts Caliban in a side headlock-- Caliban shoves him off, and catches Orbit with a dropkick to the back. Orbit stumbles forward and holds onto the top rope for stability. Orbit turns around just as Caliban is in the middle of a back handspring-- he catches Orbit with a spinning calf kick off the handspring, Orbit goes over the top rope!
Zach Davis: Yeahhh, Orbit's gonna have to watch out for those quick aerial strikes.
Erin Robbins: The Mack has never been in the ring with somebody like Caliban. I think he's caught off guard.
Caliban heads to the opposite side of the ring. He waits for Orbit to get to his feet, gets a running start, and hits a suicide dive through the ropes, into a tornado DDT!
Zach Davis: Ole'nado DDT!
Erin Robbins: This match has just began and already Jordan Caliban has the Mack laid out at ringside. Welcome to the new school, Orbit.
Caliban slides back into the ring as Orbit slowly tries to recover on the outside. Caliban takes a moment to gloat, yelling at the crowd "look at your hero!"
Erin Robbins: We saw earlier tonight, Caliban is serious. He wants to take this company by storm and he has back-up. He has a band, a group of like-minded wrestlers. Is this what the future of WCF looks like?
The ref begins the ten count for Orbit. He gets to three before Orbit is up. Caliban watches Orbit, waiting to strike when he enters. Orbit takes advantage of the ten count, taking a few moments to recover from the early assault. When the ref's count reaches nine, Orbit slides into the ring. He's met by stomps from Caliban. Orbit tries to get to his feet, but Caliban keeps him down with stomps to the head and back. Finally, Caliban hauls Orbit up and hits him with a fisherman's buster, before covering him for the pin.
Zach Davis: The Mack kicks out at two!
Caliban raises up and drops a series of elbowdrops to Orbit's chest. He heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckles. Caliban leaps off with a standard moonsault-- Orbit gets his knees up! Caliban rolls off of Orbit, holding his midsection.
Zach Davis: Great ring presence by Steve Orbit.
Erin Robbins: He may have been moments away from the end and just saved himself.
Orbit rests, sitting up. He watches Caliban roll on the mat in pain. Finally, Orbit slowly gets up. He grabs Caliban and pulls him up. He hits him with a forearm smash... and another... and another. He backs Caliban into the corner and hits a few chops to the chest, getting "WHOOO!"s from the crowd. He pulls Caliban out of the corner and drops him with a short-arm clothesline. Orbit grabs the ropes and hops up, hitting a split-legged moonsault and staying on top of Caliban for the cover.
Erin Robbins: Jordan kicks out before two!
Orbit is quick to his feet. He heads to the apron and slingshots in with a double legdrop. He rolls off of Caliban, and then pulls him to his feet. Orbit lifts Caliban in a fireman's carry... and drops him in a gutbuster.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit has finally taken control of this match.
Erin Robbins: For now. I'm not counting out Caliban, I know he still has a few tricks up his sleeve.
Orbit hits the kung fu stance. He waits for Caliban to get up.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh... the Crane is alive!
Orbit starts yelling in what could be Chinese, but probably isn't. Caliban gets to his feet. Orbit drops his left leg and does the Crane kick-- but Caliban ducks, and grabs the leg, taking Orbit to the mat with a dragon screw! Caliban gets on top of Orbit and throws straight punches, lefts and rights at Orbit's head. Orbit tries to defend his head with his arms but some of the blows are connecting.
Erin Robbins: See, just like that, Caliban has turned this thing around.
Caliban pulls Orbit to a sitting position and applies a reverse chinlock, driving a knee into his back at the same time. Orbit tries to pry out of the hold but he's not successful. Caliban hits several knees to Orbit's back before releasing the hold. Orbit gets to a knee, holding his back-- Caliban hits the ropes and comes back, crushing Orbit with a shining wizard.
Zach Davis: OOF! The Mack could be out cold! Here's the pin!
Zach Davis: NO! Orbit kicks out before three!
Caliban rests for a moment before pulling Orbit up. He sets Orbit's head between his legs, as if setting up for a powerbomb.
Erin Robbins: I think he's going for the Crack a Smile!
Caliban tries to lift Orbit for the widow's peak-- Orbit grabs onto Jordan's pants, leveraging his weight so Caliban can't lift him. Caliban tries again-- again he fails, and this time, Orbit reverses with a back body drop!
Zach Davis: Orbit with a key reversal!
Caliban rolls to his feet. Orbit grabs him for a quick reverse atomic drop, and Caliban stumbles away holding his groin. Orbit leans against the ropes, catching his breath. Thinking quickly, he heads to the apron, and springboards in with a crossbody, staying on Caliban for the pin!
Caliban reverses the pin, rolling over on top of Orbit!
Zach Davis: Orbit kicks out! What a match thus far.
Erin Robbins: Everybody is quick to write off Caliban. He's proving, again, that he can hang here in the WCF. After this performance-- win or lose, he's earned himself respect.
Both men are slow to their feet, breathing heavily. They lock up in the center of the ring. Caliban goes behind Orbit with a waistlock-- Orbit reverses, transitioning into a half-nelson.
Zach Davis: Caliban doesn't wanna be in this position-- HONEY DIP!
Orbit destroys Caliban with his trademark half-nelson suplex. Orbit covers Caliban, with confidence.
Erin Robbins: NOT OVER YET!
Zach Davis: Jordan Caliban kicks out before three! Orbit was sure he had him!
Orbit argues with the ref over the count. He stands up, looking at Caliban as he tries to get to his feet. Caliban uses the ropes in the corner, trying to pull himself up. Orbit walks over and sends a low kick to his ribs. Caliban continues trying to get up, and Orbit kicks him again, this time Caliban is sent to the mat.
Zach Davis: I don't see Caliban recovering from this. I think it's only a matter of time here.
Erin Robbins: I hate to admit it, but I think you may be right. Orbit's got him right where he wants him-- on the mat, tired, beaten.
Orbit plots his next move, pacing around the ring and regaining his composure. Caliban is barely moving on the mat. Orbit approaches him, grabbing him by the head. He brings him up to his feet-- but Caliban shoves Orbit away! In disbelief, Orbit goes to grab him again, but Caliban sends an elbow to his midsection! With Orbit doubled over, Caliban 180 springboards onto the ropes, another 180 catches Orbit, and then performs ANOTHER 360 tornado DDT!
Erin Robbins: CYCLONE DDT! YES!
Zach Davis: Where did he get the energy for THAT?! Unbelievable!
Caliban is too spent to pin Orbit. They're both laid out on the mat, motionless. After a few moments, the ref begins a ten count. He gets to seven before both men start showing signs of life. Right before ten, they both get to their feet.
Zach Davis: These guys are both beat. Something's gotta give soon.
Erin Robbins: There's a lot at stake in this match. More than people think. It's not just an exhibition match. There's a lot on the line for both of these men-- this match sets the tone moving forward, for sure.
Caliban and Orbit meet in the center of the ring. Tired, they lock up. Caliban gets Orbit in a front facelock. Orbit reverses it, wringing Caliban's arm. Caliban front flips his way out of the hold, and reverses it, wrenching Orbit's arm. He hits Orbit with a few shoulder thrusts, still holding the arm, and then whips Orbit to the ropes--
Zach Davis: Caliban with a headscissors takedown!
With that, Caliban hops up onto the top turnbuckle. He leaps off the top with an imploding 630 splash--
Zach Davis: CALIBOOM-- WAIT!
Orbit gets up and hits Caliban with a mid-air Pimp Slap!
Zach Davis: That's just... impossible. Steve Orbit has the most accurate backhand in history.
Caliban lands awkwardly on the mat. Orbit hauls him up and sends him crashing back down with a T-Bone suplex.
Zach Davis: Devastating!
Orbit climbs the turnbuckles...
Erin Robbins: Get up, Caliban!
And leaps off with the somersault senton.
Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH. Orbit has Caliban pinned--
DING DING DING
"Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: The Mack wins!
Erin Robbins: Orbit takes the victory here, but once again, Jordan Caliban proves he can compete at a high level in this company. He took the very decorated Steve Orbit to his limit tonight-- he's got a bright future here, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: But for now, Pantheon is still on top with Steve Orbit's first victory as a member of Pantheon.
Erin Robbins: Wait-- here comes Sequitus! This might not be over yet.
Jordan Ciserano and Cormack MacNeill rush out to the ring. They circle around the ring as Orbit gets into a defensive position, waiting for them to strike.
Zach Davis: This doesn't look good for Steve Orbit-- wait, here comes the calvary!
Just as the three men climb onto the apron, Pantheon rushes out from backstage. They catch the Sequitus guys off guard-- Jayson Price pulls Cormack MacNeill down from the apron and they begin brawling. Corey Black and Fly takes down Jordan Ciserano. Orbit watches from inside the ring, waiting for an opportunity to strike
Erin Robbins: This is an all-out war!
Soon, Pantheon gets the upper hand. Ciserano and Cormack are laid out at ringside. Now, it's Pantheon who are entering the ring. Caliban is just coming to his senses.
Zach Davis: Well-- it didn't look good for Orbit, but now, it doesn't look good for Caliban!
Corey Black, Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit and Jayson Price stand in all four corners of the ring. Caliban is in the center, just getting to his feet. The four Pantheon members start stomping their feet in unison.
Erin Robbins: Oh, no.
The crowd starts cheering and whistling. They can't believe it's finally going to happen.
Zach Davis: Could it be...?
All four members hit Jordan Caliban with a SUPERKICK AT THE SAME TIME.
Zach Davis: FOUR CORNERS SUPERKICK!
Erin Robbins: That was totally unnecessary. Come on, guys. This is leadership? Come on.
Zach Davis: After being pestered by this man for weeks, he finally gets what's coming to him!
Pantheon stands tall in the ring. "Wrecking Ball" starts playing again. Each member goes to a corner and stands on the turnbuckle, playing to the crowd. Caliban is laid out in the middle of the ring, as his Sequitus group members begin to regroup outside. Cormack MacNeill is seen mouthing "this isn't over".
Erin Robbins: We're out of time! See you next week!
Zach Davis: Actually we're not, apparently Seth wants to do a segment. So we're going to go to commercial and have some overrun!
Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Does Seth know that song is really about drug use? It doesn't make a lot of sense for him to be using it.
Seth steps out from the back amidst a chorus of booing. Not for any reason in particular, people just naturally boo him it seems. He slides into the ring and grabs a microphone from Kyle Steel:
Erin Robbins: What does he have to say that he has to delay the end of the show?
Seth waits for the crowd to settle down before beginning.
Seth Lerch: So I'm out here to make a few announcements. The first announcement is that the Trilogy Cup Tournament is making it's return!
The crowd cheers!
Seth Lerch: For those of you who don't know, the tournament occurs across our next three Pay Per Views: Timebomb, Explosion, and Aftermath. We'll have four matches, with eight men, starting at Timebomb. And the winner will receive a WORLD TITLE MATCH!
The crowd cheers again, even though they kinda knew that already from last year.
Seth Lerch: I've decided to add a slight twist as well. To decide the participants in the tournament, I decided to add the stipulation that the only wrestlers that are eligible are wrestlers that have never been World Champion before! And who will be in this tournament? Find out... next week.
The fans boo now.
Seth Lerch: Speaking of Timebomb, though, and speaking of the World Championship... I'm out here to announce Timebomb's World Title match.
The fans quiet down as they're interested.
Seth Lerch: Lord knows I'm no fan of Jonny Fly, that's for sure. So it seems to me that his Title defenses... well, something's been missing. They've been a little too easy.
Zach Davis: Easy? He's defended against men such as Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash. How is that easy!?
Seth Lerch: So, the way I see it, if the Trilogy Cup Tournament is going to feature wrestlers that have never been Champion... then the Timebomb World Title match is going to feature everyone on the roster that HAS been World Champion!
The crowd pops!
Erin Robbins: Oh my God!
Zach Davis: What an announcement! That means Steve Orbit, Waylon, Obli-
Erin Robbins: IT MEANS SARAH TWILIGHT!
Seth waits for the crowd to settle down a little before continuing.
Seth Lerch: Oh, wait. Sorry. Let me amend what I just said. The World Title match will feature every current former World Champion.. EXCEPT Sarah Twilight.
Mixed reaction from the crowd there.
Erin Robbins: What!?!
Zach Davis: HA!
Seth Lerch: Sarah Twilight, as much as I hate Fly, hasn't earned a World Title shot and doesn't deserve it! No, at Timebomb, we'll see Jayson Price vs Logan vs Oblivion vs Steve Orbit vs Waylon Cash vs Jonny Fly.
Erin Robbins: This isn't fair! This isn't right!
Zach Davis: But it IS a hell of a match, I can't believe it!
Seth Lerch: One fall to a finish, we'll see six of the... best.... well, truthfully I hate most of these dudes but whatever. We'll see the six of em tear it up for the most valuable belt in the business. And yes, I realize that three of these men currently call themselves Pantheon members. But I'm thinkin' that this is going to be the shortest lived version of Pantheon ever, because I guarantee these egos aren't going to make it through this match. Good luck, fellas!
Master of Puppets hits as Seth drops his mic and rolls out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Well... smart. This appears to be a ploy by Seth not only to make sure Fly loses the belt, but to tear Pantheon apart as well.
Zach Davis: And I hate to say it, Erin, but... it just might work.
Slam fades to black.. OR DOES IT?
The camera opens in the backstage area. Doctor Remus Micayle, still clad in his ring attire, is walking down the hallway. He's not in the mood for chit-chat, and his attitude reflects just that.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Dillinger!
He pushes open a door and enters a room, but is only met with the sight of two surprised referees. Micayle stares at them disdainfully for several seconds, before walking out and continuing on his pursuit.
Micayle: Where are you Mark?
The United States Champion makes his way to a nearby table and sits down on it, contemplating his next move.
Micayle: You want the Scientist's help? You got it. Come out Dillinger, wherever you are!
Slam fades to black with a shot of Micayle walking down the hallway in search of a certain handless man.