“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell plays over the speaker system of the New Orleans Arena as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly and Eric Price steps out from the backstage area with a clipboard in hand, wearing a burgundy sport coat, black pants, a black shirt, and a burgundy tie. He walks down the entrance ramp with a smirk on his face as the crowd continues to boo him.
Zach Davis: And welcome to Slam ladies and gentlemen, we are live from the New Orleans Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana. Zach Davis and Erin Robbins here at ringside and it seems we are kicking it off here tonight with the WCF Commissioner Eric Price!
Erin Robbins: After what happened on WCF Wednesday Night, my sources tell me he has not been in a very good mood.
Zach Davis: Tonight, our main event will be a Hardcore Title Match between Oblivion and Logan, two old rivals who both know the meaning of getting hardcore.
Erin Robbins: Also tonight, we have Sarah Twilight facing off against Chelsea Black Armstrong of S-PAC and also … a match that many have been looking forward to, the dream team reunites!
Zach Davis: Yes, the dream team of Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit are in tag team action against Denise D’Evil and Night Rider, that and more action later on tonight. But now, let’s see what this is all about.
Eric Price is now in the ring and asking for a microphone as he stands dead center in the ring as his music dies down. As the crowd continues to boo him, Eric gestures at them to simmer down only resulting in more boos.
Erin Robbins: And this capacity crowd letting the commissioner know what they think of him.
Eric Price: I can’t say this is unexpected from you Cajun mongrels down here in the bayou.
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Regardless of your opinion, welcome to Slam ladies and gentlemen!
Mixed reaction of cheers and boos, mostly boos as Eric Price is speaking
Eric Price: Tonight, I am here to make a few announcements. Now, as many of you are aware, the Internet Title was vacated this past Thursday after Lilith failed to show up to defend the title at WCF Wednesday Night. Regarding Lilith and that title, I will address that matter later this evening. For now, I’m here to address other issues; last week I took a week off and relaxed at home and I watched Slam and much like Corey Black at Payback two weeks ago, Jonny Fly had a message of similar nature. I listened to their words and despite my dislike of them, fact is they told the truth. A lot of the newer talent here in the WCF seems to not understand the concept of “paying their dues” and having to earn their keep around here. Don’t get me wrong, some of the new talents do get this, people like Serbia, people like Brent Alpine, people like Dr. Remus Micayle and team science, they understand the concept of earning their place and have done so.
Eric Price: But then we have … the crybabies, the whiners, the people who just do not understand that you can’t just get a free ride around here, the people that … well as Corey Black put it, have no damn common sense. Hence why I’m out here to announce a few salary cuts … but first let me start this sweeping announcement, any salary adjustments that were made during the tenure of Sarah Twilight as owner are hereby rescinded. That means any performers who were here during my previous tenure as owner will not be paid the same amount they were at that time. For newer performers who came in under the Sarah Twilight administration, your contracts will be reviewed and based on your performance, your salaries will either remain the same or be adjusted accordingly.
Eric smirks a bit now and chuckles for a moment
Eric Price: Now here comes my favorite part, the salary adjustments for lack of performance. Let’s start with … Pantheon. Honestly, I will not be touching their salaries because they provide consistent value and despite my not liking them much, it would be unfair for me to cut their salaries without merit. I will however give Jonny Fly a 25% raise because he has done something very few of us have done around here. You see, there is a very elite club in this company that only three men can claim to be a part of that is the men who have held the very prestigious WCF World Title more than 100 days. In case you are unaware, those men are the legendary Torture, yours truly Mr. Eric Price, and now Jonny Fly is a member of that elite club so congratulations sir!
Eric Price: Next, S-PAC. I will be cutting the salary of all S-PAC members including the injured John Gable by 60% effective immediately. Why am I doing this? Simple, their performance has simply not been where it needs to be and despite what Sarah Twilight may have seen in them, I do not see any talent when looking at that bunch of mediocre losers. Now we move on to Sequitus, the newest “me too” group created in this company … honestly, it seems like every year here in the WCF we have one of these and I will be cutting their salaries by 60% effective immediately as well. The only reason I’m doing this to them is because they need to learn to respect the veterans here in the WCF and understand that they must earn their spot, not just talk out their asses. And in the case of loudmouth Jordan Caliban, I am cutting his salary by an additional 30% simply because … it amuses me.
Eric Price: Two more major groups I want to address. First up is Erin Robbins, when Sarah took the company, I remember just how gleefully happy you were about that. I also remember that when Seth came back and put me in a position of power, you panicked and thought I was going to fire you. Let me start by telling you Erin that no, I’m not going to fire you, I think you’re doing a good job. So relax, you’re doing just fine, keep up the good work and you’ll last a long time around here.
Erin Robbins: See, I told you he was a great boss.
Eric Price: Oh just one more thing, your salary is cut by 50% effective immediately.
Eric smiles gleefully while saying this as Erin looks on in shock and Zach just laughs at her and the crowd cheers
Zach Davis: I’m sorry, what were you saying?
Eric Price: And finally are the former stars of the NWA. They are not really collectively a group but I refer to them as such because they came in at roughly around the same time and have mentioned the organization rather often. Now, I’m not going to trash their former company because frankly, I have no interest in doing so. However, I am announcing that I am cutting their salaries by 50% effective immediately. As much as I thought they would bring great value to the WCF, so far I have not seen that value materialize and therefore, I am compensating them justly. Of course all these adjustments can be corrected by improving your performance in the company; I am not an unfair man and will more than happily reward hard working performers who consistently provide great matches. And that’s the last of the major announcements from me for now. Later on tonight, I will address the Lilith situation and I’m going to do what I should have done a long time ago. Coming up next, stay tuned for our opening contest of Michael Steele vs Dex Zenith vs Johnny Deep vs Ultimate Destroyer in a fatal four way! Thank you all very much!
Eric Price tosses the microphone back at the ring announcers’ area as he starts stepping out of the ring and “You Know My Name” starts playing again.
Zach Davis: Well some major announcements and sweeping salary changes including you Erin getting docked 50%!
Erin Robbins: That no good son of a…
Zach Davis: Do you really want to have your salary docked anymore?
Erin Robbins: What a magnanimous individual and a genius that Eric Price is, great decisions made by a great man.
Zach Davis: Looks like someone turned coat quick. Nevertheless, coming up next some debuting new talents in fatal four way action when we come back on Slam!
Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Aanndd here comes our illustrious leader.
Erin Robbins: Aren't you excited to find out who's going to be included in the Trilogy Cup Tournament this year, Zach?
Zach Davis: Well, yeah.. That's the only thing I really want to hear about from this guy, though.
Seth heads to the ring quickly, ignoring the jeers from the fans and looking all business, if not a little grumpy. He slides in and grabs a mic.
Seth Lerch: I AM going to announce the participants in the WCF Trilogy Cup here tonight.. but not right now.
Zach Davis: Damnit!
Seth Lerch: What I AM here to do, however, is some detective work. I have a mystery to solve.
Zach Davis: Who does he think he is, Scooby Doo?
Erin Robbins: He looks more like Shaggy, Zach.
Seth Lerch: This mystery is the Who Attacked Torture mystery. You may be thinking to yourself, "But Seth! You hate Torture! Shouldn't you love that someone attacked him?" The fact of the matter is, though, if Torture had been allowed to complete has Hall of Fame blahidy-blah at Payback, he'd be out of my hair forever. That part time has been would never have the motivation to show up here again. But instead SOMEONE had to go and attack him and give him a reason to come back at Timebomb for this Hall of Fame thing again!
The crowd cheers and briefly chants "TORTURE, TORTURE, TORTURE."
Seth Lerch: I don't just watch WCF, I watch other wrestling shows too. I know what kind of man Corey Black is, and he's not above attacking his so called friends. So was it you, Corey? Were you jealous of Torture's induction?
Seth starts pacing.
Seth Lerch: Or was it some young upstart, wanting to make a name for themself by taking out the most dominant WCF Champion the company has ever seen? OR did Brad Kane make one of his trademark short lived returns? Whoever attacked Torture..
Seth turns to the camera.
Seth Lerch: GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!
The marching beat of a drum hits the speakers to begin a very loud and rattling "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day. LOGAN emerges from the black curtains and onto the stage to a thunderous applause from the audience.
Zach Davis: Well, that makes sense. Logan HATES Torture.
The Face of Treachery is clothed in his signature ring attire, and also sports a black leather sleeveless vest. He has a microphone with him, as well as the Hardcore Championship which hangs over his shoulder. Remaining on the entrance stage, Logan awaits the cheers along with his theme music to calm down before bringing the microphone to his mouth.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, but was it Logan?
Logan: You want to know who attacked the most overrated piece of shit in WCF history?
Before Seth Lerch can answer Logan cuts him off.
Logan: SHUT UP!
Big pop from the audience.
Logan: Well, babygurl. Mr. WCF, the next World Champion, the man who in a few weeks is going to be stuffing a Flygina full of tickets is here to tell you exactly who attacked Torture and ruined his undeserved Hall of Fame induction speech.
A pause of treachery follows suit.
Logan: It was me? It wasn't? It was? I did it? I didn't? Torture is a soft peanut butter bitch? SHUT UP! YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT I DID IT!
Gasp from the audience.
Logan: And I'll do it again at Timebomb if he shows his boudle face. You know damn well Seth that Torture was never the best. It was me. I should have won that damn match. Shit. I was the only credible title defense he ever had. You threw jobber after jobber in his path for six damn months. Does anyone see me wrestling jobbers? I requested that match last week against James Fatel. That man is a future Hall of Famer. NOT TORTURE. I AM A CHAMPIONS CHAMPION. A REAL HALL OF FAMER. And you've actually inducted that soft joke into the Hall of Fame? What, did he pay you off just like he paid off the referee during our match?! SHUT UP!
Seth looks.. kinda shocked, but kinda "why didn't I see this coming?" at the same time.
Seth Lerch: ...This, Logan? Since I became the owner again, we haven't had much interaction... And THIS is how we're going to do it?
The crowd buzzes. Seth and Logan have history.. literally as much history as any two men in WCF can have.
Seth Lerch: Look, I get it. You got jealous. For a while there, you and I were tight. We were bros before bros was a thing, right? But times changed, Torture came along, and yeah, I admit it, for a while there... He was my golden boy. Like I said to him before, I made Torture. So Logan, when you say you hate him.. You're kinda saying you hate ME.
Logan doesn't react to that. Seth shakes his head, looking Logan in the face afterwards.
Seth Lerch: We've done this song and dance for the past bajillion years, Logan. We've fought, we've been friends, we've done it all. Neither of us have any love lost for The Tort. But I've got to admit something.
Seth pauses.. kind of fakely.. before continuing. He's overdramatic.
Seth Lerch: I'm embarassed to have you in my World Title match at Timebomb.
BOOING! The crowd boos and hisses.
Seth Lerch: Torture is a legend, Logan. And I hate him, but he's smart, and he got out before he could really fade into the kind of sad, depressing obscurity that you have. I gave you the main event tonight out of pity, Logan, and because we're old friends, but let's face it. You're old news. You're the Old News of Treachery, in fact. You're a WCF nostalgia trip, and I keep you on the roster for everyone who longs for the days of PC Cradle, Hellz Angel, and the Team of Treachery-
The crowd pops briefly.
Seth Lerch: -But let's be clear. Those days are over. As far as I'm concerned, at Payback, you made a mistake attacking Torture and at Timebomb... Truthfully, that might just be your last hurrah. Enjoy it while it lasts, old man.
Surprisingly all of this somewhat shakes Logan up. Evidently he never expected to hear Seth Lerch say anything like this. Logan narrows his eyes into Seth's direction, slowly nodding and soaking up everything Seth has told him.
Logan: I'm not going to stand here and act like you just didn't call me a washed up has been. You're right, Seth, you and I have been through it all. Good times. Bad times. Mostly bad for you. But do you honestly think you've seen it all?
Seth Lerch goes to speak again
Logan: SHUT UP!
Doesn't really surprise Lerch that much. Big pop from the audience.
Logan: No, no, no. I'm just getting started. I didn't return seven months ago to win a Hardcore Championship and spend the rest of my career in WCF wrestling trashcan boudles. Think whatever you want, Seth. Because like or not, believe or not... you're staring at the next World Champion.
And with that, Logan lowers the microphone to his side and glares a hole through Seth Lerch. "Master of Puppets" hits, and Logan slowly backs off the stage towards the black curtains, never breaking his heated glare on Lerch.
Zach Davis: I don't know about you, Erin, but I'm getting more and more excited for Timebomb by the second!
Erin Robbins: Heh. Tick toc.
We open on the ring, where Dex Zenith, The Ultimate Destroyer, and Michael Steele are already waiting. Suddenly 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.
Zach Davis: This is going to be an interesting opening match. We don't know a lot about any of these guys yet, but Johnny Deep has already endeared himself to the WCF crowd.
Erin Robbins: He's endearing himself to the ladies in the audience, that's for sure.
The ref goes over the rules quickly with the four men, and signals for the bell. Immediately Ultimate Destoyer begins trading blows with Johnny Deep. Destroyer gets the upper hand, and backs him into the ropes. He back up, and sprints forward, hitting a clothesline that sends them both to the floor.
Zach Davis: Oh man. It looks like they both hit their heads on the apron on the way down. They've taken themselves out of this match for the forseeable future.
The ref checks on them. They are both moving, but not standing. Meanwhile, inside, Michael Steele locks up with Dex Zenith. They shove back and forth, but eventually Zenith's superior size wins over, and he tosses Steele into the corner. He pummels him with rights and lefts, until Michael is in a seated position. He then backs up, and runs forward, hitting him with a hard knee to the face. Steele goes limp, and Zentih drags him out of the corner, and goes for a pin.
… Steele kicks out!
On the outside, Johnny Deep and the Ultimate Destroyer both rise to their feet. Destroyer swings wide, but Johnny ducks it, and lunges forward with a hard lariat. While Destroyer is on the ground, Johnny Deep gets onto the apron. Dex Zenith grabs for him, but he's a hair too slow, and Johnny Deep hangs him up, neck first, on the top rope. Zentih stumbles backward, giving Johnny Deep an opening to slide under the bottom rope, and roll him up for a pin.
...No! Zenith kicks out!
Erin Robbins: These four men going at it tonight. Everyone trying to get the quick victory before thigns get going too fast.
Deep stands up, and gets hit by a hard clothesline from a recovered Michael Steele. Steele pops up, and throws his fists in the air in a gloating motion. He doesn't notice Ultimate Destroyer climbing through the ropes behind him. Destroyer dives at his legs. They both hit the ground, and rolls around trading blows on the ground. They eventually roll themselves out of the ring and onto the floor, leaving Johnny Deep and Dex Zenith in the ring.
Zach Davis: A very fast paced match here. Don't blink or you might miss something big.
Both Deep and Zenith get to their feet at the same time. Deep charges, but Zenith this him with an arm drag. They both pop up, and Deep charges again, only to get hit with yet another arm drag. Another pop up, and Deep charges again. This time he hesitates slightly, causing Zenith to mistime his arm drag. Deep uses the moment of confusion to hit him with a hard clothesline, and then flex his biceps. An audible scream comes from the women of the audience, as he gives the camera a grin and a wink.
Zach Davis: Johnny Deep should be careful here. You can't take too much time to taunt in WCF. That's how you get caught.
As if on cue, Zenith jumps up, and hits Deep with a quick release german suplex, sending him flipping across the ring.
Erin Robbins: Johnny Deep paying big time for his bravado.
Zenith stomps away at Johnny Deep, until he rolls him out of the ring. Alone on the canvas, Zenith takes a seat against the corner, and takes a break. On the outside, Ultimate Destroyer and Michael Steele are now upright, and trading punches. Michael Steele surprises him with a few kicks to the hamstring, followed by a throat punch that sends him reeling. Destroyer regains himself, and runs forward, only to get hit with a drop toe hold. He slams onto the concrete, and Steele wastes no time jumping over Destroyer, and into the ring.
Zach Davis: Michael Steele setting his sights on Dex Zenith now.
Dex stands to his feet, and both men face off in the center of the ring. Zenith swings for the fences, but Steele dodges it, and grabs his arm, dropping him to the ground in a fujiwara armbar. He wrenches on the hold, as Zenith screams out in pain. While the hold is on, both Destroyer and Johnny Deep get to their feet, and slide into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Steele sees them coming and gets up quickly.
Oof, stiff kicks to both Destroyer and Deep, taking them down. Steele then grabs Zenith...
Zach Davis: NO ESCAPE! He has the Gorilla Clutch Hold locked in!
Zenith has no choice but to tap!
Erin Robbins: The Forsaken wins this matchup!
Steele's music plays as he climbs a turnbuckle and celebrates.
Zach Davis: What a victory for this newcomer!
We open walking down a hall, as we go down we notice four doors evenly spaced, 2 on either side, on each is a white sheet of paper giving the name of the Pantheon member that locker room belongs too, the camera gets to the end and the doors start opening. The champ emerges first and pounds on the door beside him, as he does Black and Fly stick their heads out their own doors while the one fly knocked on belonging to Price stays shut
Jonny Fly: Lets go get some food, Anyone know where our green room is?
Corey Black: I found a layout map in my room, it has a directions, but the room is pretty far away from the locker rooms
Steve Orbit: Weird
Price is the last one to open his door, hitting another shot then tossing the glass inside before closing it
Jayson Price: I wouldn't go in there
The other 3 look at him with amusement and Orbit shakes his head
Steve Orbit: Come on yah drunk, your going to need a lot of food before match time
Jayson Price: To soak up the alcohol?
Steve Orbit: Or to throw up on someone later, whatever comes first
The camera follows the quartet as they make their way through the vast arena's back stage area
Corey Black: Is anyone else starting to feel cold?
Jonny Fly: We must be getting close to the outer ring of the arena
Jayson Price: This isn't making a whole load of sense to me
Steve Orbit: Yeah I know the feeling
They press on and end up in the loading bay back stage still following the map it ends at a roller door, they look at each other and roll the door up to find a sushi stand surrounded by teamsters, technicians and lower to mid card performers. The truck is old and looks as dirty as one of those trucks can be while people are still buying food from it. The first things they notice is the name “Walk a mile in our Sushi.” And on the side charred into the rust is a large S and a small image of a dead rabbit intricately woven into the design. All four Pantheon members look at each other, shrug and hesitantly move towards the truck
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system as Stacy Robinson walks out onto the stage causing the fans to erupt into cheers before she begins to make her way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well we heard that Stacy was planning to come out here tonight to call out S-PAC and here she is…
Erin Robbins: She has a lot of guts, I’ll give her that, but this is career suicide…
Stacy reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes, she then takes the microphone from ring announcer, Kyle Steel who swiftly leaves Stacy in the ring on her own.
Stacy Robinson: Okay let’s get straight down to why I’m out here…
Stacy looks towards the entrance ramp and continues.
Stacy Robinson: S-PAC…get the Hell out here…right now!
The fans cheer wildly as Stacy begins pacing back and forth like a caged animal awaiting the arrival of S-PAC.
Stacy Robinson: Come on out you bastards! Or do I have to go backstage and find each and every one of you and beat you all to a bloody fucking pulp!
Suddenly ‘Hollywood Babylon’ by The Misfits blasts out of the PA system as Scott Savage, Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu and Chelsea Black Armstrong all walk out onto the stage. They look around at the booing crowd before beginning to make their way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well here comes S-PAC…
Erin Robbins: Indeed, one of the greatest groups to ever step foot into a WCF ring and with their newest addition in Chelsea Black Armstrong, this group will once again become the most dominant…
All four members of S-PAC reach the ring and head up the steel steps and climb through the ropes, Scott Savage then asks for a microphone and is handed one as ‘Hollywood Babylon’ fades out.
Scott Savage: Who in the Hell do you think you are, calling out my clients?
Suddenly Stacy gets right into Savage’s face.
Stacy Robinson: Shut your fucking pipe hole before I shut it up for you!
The rest of S-PAC goes to aid their manager however Savage calmly stops them.
Scott Savage: It’s okay guys…little Stacy’s just upset with what happened a few weeks ago when Chelsea made the best decision of her life when she aligned herself with us…
S-PAC back off and Savage straightens himself out before continuing.
Scott Savage: Okay Stacy, you wanted to call us out, we’re here, I’ll be nice to you only once and allow you to say what you want to say…
Stacy Robinson: How kind of you…
Stacy scowls at him and rolls her eyes before continuing.
Stacy Robinson: Okay here it is, I’m challenging one of you, two of you or all three of you to a match at Timebomb! I don’t give a damn if the odds are stacked against me or not! I just want to exact my revenge on all of you fuckers! So what do you say? Or are you all chicken shits!
Savage smirks a little as Cash, Atreyu and Chelsea all speak to him, Savage nods before turning back to Stacy.
Scott Savage: Well Stacy, Mr. Cash won’t be available to face you at Timebomb because he’s got bigger things to worry about as he is in the World Heavyweight Championship match…
Stacy rolls her eyes as Savage continues.
Scott Savage: As for Mr. Atreyu, he’s already defeated you twice…so he has no reason to face you therefore will not be facing you at Timebomb either…
Stacy shakes her head and flashes a small smirk, obviously thinking how pathetic this is.
Scott Savage: However, Mrs. Black Armstrong here has informed me that she will have no problem answering your challenge, therefore at Timebomb; it will be Chelsea Black Armstrong versus Stacy Robinson…is that good enough for you?
Stacy chuckles a little as she raises the microphone to her lips.
Stacy Robinson: Why am I not surprised to hear that Chelsea’s the only one with the guts to take me up on my offer? But with that said Chelsea, why wait till Timebomb!
Suddenly Stacy drops the microphone and spears Chelsea to the floor and begins pummelling Chelsea with lefts and rights which causes the fans to go crazy.
Zach Davis: Stacy not waiting till Timebomb to get her hands on Chelsea!
Erin Robbins: But the rest of S-PAC are there to stop her…
Cash and Atreyu both grab Stacy and pull her off Chelsea whilst she kicks and screams before freeing her arms and delivering a right hand to both Atreyu and Cash. She turns around to go back after Chelsea but is met with a spear and Chelsea is the one who begins pummelling Stacy with rights and lefts of her own.
Zach Davis: That brief distraction by Cash and Atreyu has allowed Chelsea to regroup here…
Erin Robbins: I told you this was career suicide on Stacy’s part…
Savage begins directing traffic as Chelsea gets up off of Stacy, Cash and Atreyu pick Stacy up off the mat and Savage instructs Chelsea to do something. Chelsea then grabs Stacy and nails her with a spinning fisherman neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: The Devil’s Wings!
Erin Robbins: Perfectly executed…
Savage goes ahead and instructs Cash and Atreyu to finish the job, so the two of them pick Stacy up and Cash lifts her up in a powerbomb position and Atreyu scales the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Looks as if Waylon and Benjamin are going for their patented ‘Off With His Head’ tag team finishing manoeuvre here…
Erin Robbins: Well in this case the move will be called ‘Off With Her Head’…
Before Atreyu has the chance to jump off the turnbuckle, Stacy manages to nail Cash with a hurricanrana giving Stacy the opportunity to roll out of the ring as Atreyu hops down off the turnbuckle and Cash gets back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Stacy doing the sensible thing and getting out of danger…
Erin Robbins: Um, Zach…I don’t think she’s finished with S-PAC at all…look at what she’s doing.
Stacy begins rummaging underneath the ring and pulls out a steel chair, she then quickly rolls into the ring and begins swinging the chair violently in different directions, trying to connect with either member of S-PAC, however the group avoid the shots and all leave the ring.
Zach Davis: Stacy has cleared the ring of S-PAC…
Erin Robbins: S-PAC are smart, you’re an idiot so you probably think they’re scared of Stacy but like I said, they’re not scared of her, they’re smart…that’s why they left the ring…
All four members of S-PAC head up the ramp as Stacy throws the chair to the ground and begins yelling obscenities directed towards S-PAC as they reach the stage and disappear to the back.
James Fatel sits at ring side, SR-71 They All Fall Down comes over the PA, Fatel sits there listening to the crowd reaction and his own song, he then stands and jumps the barricade and slides in the ring, he sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, standing at 6’ tall, weighing in at 215 lbs., from the land of the setting sun, he is “The Wolf” James Fatel!
Zach Davis: And welcome back to Slam, the crowd here booing for James Fatel who’s already in the ring and ready to go here tonight!
The arena goes pitch black. “Edge Of Destruction” plays and blue neon lights come on and point to the stage where Tek is at standing looking right at the ring. He makes is way down the ramp to the crowd booing him as well. He stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around at the crowd, he walks to the ring and gets on the apron and sits on the ropes looking at the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing at a 6’ 2” tall, weighing in at 225 lbs., from Santa Monica, CA, he is “The Cold Blooded” TEK!
Zach Davis: And not much has been seen of the former People’s Champion and former Tag Team Champion as of late. But he looks to reestablish himself here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Let’s see what he brings to the table.
Zach Davis: Whoa, and Tek starting off the match with a slap right to Fatel’s face. Fatel is not going to take it though and quickly follows up with a DDT!
Erin Robbins: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Zach Davis: But a kickout from Tek. Looks like Fatel wanted to end this matchup quickly and get Tek out of the way. Tek’s trying to establish himself and he needs to do so by winning and making an impact.
As Tek is down from the DDT and looks almost out, Fatel decides to go up to the top rope to try for a Frog Splash.
Zach Davis: And looks like Fatel is going to up high here, taking a risk. I don’t know about this.
Erin Robbins: And he connects with Tek but can he take advantage. Fatel rolls over and cover!
Zach Davis: And no, Tek kicks out. Fatel definitely looking to put Tek away very early in this match up as Tek is still kind of out of it.
Tek slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He decides to step out of the ring to take a breather.
Erin Robbins: Smart man, he’s taking a break.
Zach Davis: The ref starting his count.
Zach Davis: But I don’t think Fatel is up for any games tonight. Tek is taunting the crowd here but he has his attention away from the match as the referee continues to count.
Erin Robbins: But Fatel is now on the top turnbuckle, he’s climbed up and he goes for it.
Zach Davis: Tek just turning around but too late as Fatel nails a cross body on Tek. Both men down now outside the ring as the referee is looking at the carnage right now and restarts his count.
Erin Robbins: Fatel taking a high risk move but it could very well pay off. As Fatel is starting to regroup here, he grabs Tek and throws him back in the ring. Fatel slides back in and cover on Tek.
Zach Davis: And Tek barely kicks out of that one. Fatel definitely is taking it to the Tek here tonight showing the wily veteran that he’s also very motivated.
Erin Robbins: Perhaps but these new guys have to earn their victories.
Zach Davis: Tek is still down right now as Fatel is getting up, he’s grabbing Tek by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear Tek down here.
Erin Robbins: And Tek appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Zach Davis: Lifting his arm and no, Tek is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to Fatel, and another elbow to the gut of Fatel here as he’s forced to break the hold. Tek dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Erin Robbins: And Tek now getting himself up as Fatel looks to be on the attack. He goes after Tek but oh no, Tek lowers the ropes and Fatel goes over. And now a smirk on the face of Tek.
Tek raises his hand with a smirk on his face here as Fatel is down on the outside.
Crowd: You suck! You suck! You suck!
Zach Davis: And I doubt Tek cares much what the fans think.
Erin Robbins: Why should he? Listening to the fans never gets anyone anywhere in this business.
Zach Davis: Fatel regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Tek now stomping Fatel in the gut over and over trying to wear him down as he has not been able to get any offense in until this point in the matchup. Tek really taking the wind out of Fatel here and looks like he’s grabbing his legs and he wants to set him up for a Boston Crab.
Erin Robbins: But Fatel knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to kick Tek away toward the ropes. Tek coming back however and grabbing the legs again, Tek kicks Fatel in the gut this time and turns him around and the Boston Crab is now locked in on Fatel.
Zach Davis: Fatel in tremendous pain here but he manages to get to the bottom rope. Referee instructing Tek to break the hold here.
Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.
Zach Davis: And Tek breaks the hold just barely before a count of 5, he needs to be careful to not disqualify himself here.
Erin Robbins: So what? He’d deliver a message by hurting Fatel here tonight! He needs to make an impact and he should do it at any cost.
Zach Davis: Fatel recovering here as the referee forces Tek to step back. Fatel is getting up and Tek is trying to sneak by but Fatel meets him first with a hit right to the face. Tek responds with another strike to Fatel’s face. These men trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like Fatel is getting the upper hand here. And Tek is now almost out of it. Fatel grabs Tek and bam, DDT, nails another DDT on Tek.
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Zach Davis: And Tek barely managing to get his shoulder up. What a close combat this has been thus far, many near falls and both men really pushing themselves here.
Erin Robbins: Yes, both with a point to prove.
Zach Davis: And Fatel is going to try and finish Tek off. Tek is down on the mat. Fatel is going to get him up and set him up for the Full Moon Rising! Is he going to be able to pull it off?!
Fatel hits Tek with the Spin Out Face Buster he has dubbed Full Moon Rising, successfully connecting and Tek is down!
Erin Robbins: Fatel connects! Cover!
Zach Davis: And James Fatel gets a win over Tek tonight!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner, “The Wolf” James Fatel.
Erin Robbins: And James Fatel celebrating by smirking at the crowd making his way back up the ramp as Tek is screaming at the referee over this decision. He can’t accept the loss.
Zach Davis: Oh well, Fatel earned his win.
We open on a green door with a torn piece of paper that has the word PANT on it, the camera man knocks and Caliban opens it smoking a fat cigar
Jordan Caliban: Evening, come on in, the camera guys enter and get set up
They take a few seconds to make sure everything is working, the cameras look around and all over the walls are pictures of the 4 pantheon members holding their individual world titles on boards up on the wall, all of these have been defaced with black markers and someone spray painted a huge S on the wall, in the background Ciserano jumps into the shot quickly, stencils the words "MODUS OPERANDI" on the wall and then slips out of shot again like an urban ninja. Caliban looks at the crew smiling
Jordan Caliban: Everyone good? Good
Caliban then steps back and stands like a soldier at ease and Jordan Ciserano comes onto the camera
Jordan Caliban: See this, this is our invasion of Pantheon’s territory, this is one of the first shots in a war that will last as long as Sequitus wants it to be, which is until we win and obliterate any competition from Pantheon.
This invasion shows that we are fearless, we will do and go where we want when we want to do it; and no one will even bat an eye because those people know there is no stopping Sequitus from this day forward. We are the kings of the court and the kings of the kingdom of WCF. And as our first decree this locker room is now ours.
Now that we have the locker room, which is only a small victory. We will attack and we will slowly get greater and greater victories. Breaking down Pantheon until they don’t exist. Decimation is our goal, and being the leading stable in WCF will be our reward for achieving that goal. A reward that I will gladly accept, and as I think everyone on Sequitus will accept as well.
Now you may think that this is a wimpy attempt at a victory, but this if I haven't said it enough is a small victory in a very long war. We are the Dead Rabbits, our way of operation is our “Modus Operandi”, and we will kick your ass if you think otherwise. We are Soldiers that will do anything to help our team win. And together we make SEQUITUS! A TEAM THAT TOOK ONLY A LOCKER ROOM TODAY, BUT WILL TAKE EVERYTHING IN THE FUTURE!
Squitus is a force, a force you will not be able to stop Pantheon. You can’t, with the future here in Sequitus; the speed, youth, and the potential that anyone and everyone would die to have. Simply to say no one can even walk into our path. Let alone push us over.
We win this now, but more victories will come. That is a guarantee! WE ARE SEQUITUS!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen our next match will be contested under tag team rules
rollin by limp bizkit blares of the pa " keep rollin rollin rollin what! your gonna be lovin this shit right here"
Kyle Steel: Introducing first The team of Zack Wild and The Original Gangster! The Wild Gangsters
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
Erin Robbins: Men on a mission tonight
Zach Davis: Wild in particular, I still have a bruise on my leg from when their lunatic opponents tonight put him through our announce table for no reason
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
Zach Davis: Better put those beer down boys
Kyle Steel: Introducing next
The song starts and the intro plays through and finally as the tempo picks up this Dude just saunter out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that,
Zach Davis: what can we say about Caliban that he hasn't already said for himself
Erin Robbins: Well considering the hi jinks backstage between Sequitus and Pantheon he will definitley say something
singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, finally a Beautiful red head appears as if from nowhere behind him and places her hand on his head calming him and then she steps back as he drops to his knees pounding on the ramp and then coming back up CM PUNK style screaming
He rolls back onto his feet, the girl is standing behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring sliding in and straight through taking the mike off Kyle Steele, he avoids Zack who trys to tackle him there and then and jumps back out of the ring tapping the sde of his head and telling them to wait as he walks round the ring and back up the ramp
Erin Robbins: Here we go, I told you
Jordan Caliban: Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce myself, my name is Jordan Caliban, I am the unknown with the heart and the will to stand up against the only faces that appparently you all came to see
The crowd boos
Jordan Caliban: Why is that a bad thing? You guys really arent interested in whats in the mystery box? You don't want to see what surprises I have in store? Or do you just lack personality like our boys in Pantheon? How did you like our surprise catering boys? Try the "GOT SUM TUNG" apparently its delicious. As for you two jokers in the ring, I got something for the two of you, Zack you may remember him, or not Im not sure how hard that shot to the head was
Zack at this point climbs up on the ropes yelling as the OG gets out of the ring and goes under producing a table setting it up beside the ring at the bottom of the entrance way right in front of caliban before pointing at him
Jordan Caliban: The 2 of you guys couldn't take down my man Cormac, you really think a table can save you two from what we are going to do to you tonight. Ladies and gentlemen and for the sake of the fool who Says all our names every fucking show, Im gunna take over for this one. Ladies and Gentlemen boys and girls and of course the rats in the ring, I would like to introduce to you, the Sattelite of Sequitus and the leader of the Modus Operandi, WEIGHING IN AT 185 POUNDS, HAILING FROM BUFFALO NEW YOURK! YOUR NEW FAVEOURITE WRESTLER!!!! THIS IS JORDAN CISERANO!!!!!!!!
The music plays, 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. The entrance and energy of Calibans introduction fuels a mass split reaction as half the crowd go nuts and the other half boo like crazy
Erin Robbins: AWWWW! Look at the little rookie all excited
He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor. After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight Most of whom are confused as to whether they should high five him or not. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron leaping over the table at ring side at a run while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope, caliban runs and dives into the ring feet first over the table underneath Ciserano as he is hanging in the air. Ciserano lands, Caliban kips up and suddenly all four men are face to face
Zach Davis: Flash is over, mike is off here we go
Zack immediately jumps on Caliban as OG and Ciserano go at it, Caliban and wild tumble to the outside of the ring as OG and Ciserano go into a lock up of sorts, ciserano is slightly over powered and forced back into the ropes, OG unloads with shots and tries to end with a spinning lariat, Ciserano evades the move and OG hits the turnbuckle. Ciserano quick to react leaps up onto the OG's shoulders attempting a reverse ranna but OG holds the ropes and Ciserano gets dumped on his head via his own momentum
Erin Robbins: Not a great start for everyones new faveourite wrestler
Zach Davis: Great move by OG though
On the outside of the ring Caliban seems to be in control of Zack Wild tossing him hard into the ring apron and then whipping him into the crowd barrier
Zach Davis: Caliban chopping the crap out of Wild
Back in the ring OG still has control of Ciserano with a front chancery head lock on the mat, Ciserano however manages to twist all the way out of it and up to his feet, he sprints towards the ropes and delivers a running knee to OG's face as he trys to get up, OG bends back but comes back up dazed
Erin Robbins: Is he out?
Caliban storms into the ring delivering a basement Hurricanrana
Zach Davis: He is now!
Caliban runs the ropes and attempts to dive back out with a cannonball suicida to Wild, Wild side steps Caliban and he goes flying into the Guard rail throwing a huge crack out across the arena. Wild rushes the ring and breaks up a pin attempt from Ciserano with a stomp on the back of his head, he picks Cserano up and looks in his eyes
Zack Wild: I remember you
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT WHAT A FOREARM SMASH! Ciserano's eyes rolled into the back of his head!
Ciserano goes limp and wild tosses him out of the ring over the top rope, he gets OG up in the corner and then goes outside and collects Caliban
As they both enter the ring Wild yells at the ref to finally ring the damn bell, the bell rings as Caliban makes his way up in the corner, Wild meets him with a running yakuza kick and drags him to the wild gangsters corner tagging in OG as the back of the shot shows Ciserano make his way back up onto the apron
Zach Davis: Hey look at that we had a fight
Erin Robbins: And a wrestling match broke out, well done very funny
Zach Davis: You really are a bitch, did you know that?
Wild walks over to the sequitus corner of the ring and lines up his shot before running and delivering a big stinger splash in the corner. OG jumps in and and runs at wild who is back in the center of the ring, wild catches him and whips him back at Caliban to deliver a big superman punch knocking Jordy to the bottom turnbuckle. The gangsters choose corners and one at a time run delivering faces washes to Caliban who at this point is in a daze
Erin Robbins: I think someone finally killed Caliban thank god
Ciserano leaps in over the top rope and runs right at the gangsters who attempt a double Clothesline which he ducks and keeps running comming back with a double clothesline of his own only to get caught in a big doubble flap jack, the gangsters run backwards with him
Zach Davis: Table! Table!
Erin Robbins: Ciserano wriggles free
Zach Davis: And the gangsters go out through the middle ropes both men narrowly avoiding a head shot from the table on the way
Ciserano hauls caliban up and smacks him around a bit before the ref gets in between them and pushes Ciserano back to their corner, Caliban Quickly tags him in and he runs the ropes Caliban catches him
Erin Robbins: HE MONKEY FLIPPED HIS OWN PARTNER OVER THE TOP ROPE AND THE TABLE DOWN ONTO THE WILD GANGSTERS
Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT
Caliban jumps up on the ropes and makes a spectacle of himself making an S sign with his hands, the rest of the competitors make there way back up and Caliban goes to meet them spring boarding to the top rope
Zach Davis: Outgoing over the table!
Erin Robbins: OK quit going over the table now! Put someone through the damn thing!
Zach Davis: Under new old rules thats a DQ
Erin Robbins: Shut up
OG and Ciserano stumble up and into the ring breaking the count at 7, both men are laying on the mat trying to push themselves up, they meet with punches on their knees and what starts as the back and forth boo yay moment with the crowd quickly turns into both men grabbing the back of the others head and start rapidly punching each other up to their feet, Ciserano hits a head butt and runs the ropes going for a body block, OG stands up to it and tells him to go again. Ciserano runs the ropes but this time leap frogs over OG and sets, OG turns right round into a superkick Ciserano backs up into the corner and screams at OG to stand, OG tumbles up and gets hit with a running dropkick sending him back into a turnbuckle which bounces him back out
Zach Davis: SIDE EFFECT!
Erin Robbins: Goes to the outside, big springboard splash for the pin
Zach Davis: OG BARELY OUT AT 2!
At this point we switch to Caliban and wild who are now fighting on the apron above the table, they trade shots and try pulling the other one and even side russian leg sweep the other into the table below. At this point Wild gets a perfect kidney shot in and leaps back into the ring
Erin Robbins: This isnt going to end anywhere good
Wild runs the ropes and shoots himself out round Caliban
Zach Davis: Looking for a backslide driver off the apron through the table!
Erin Robbins: Caliban is holding on to the ropes! Wait! Enzugiri from OG to Caliban! What shot!
Caliban takes it right in the temple and just as his body goes limp Zack Wild uses all the torque he has left
Zach Davis: BACKSLIDE PILEDRIVER HEAD FIRST THROUGH THAT TABLE!
Erin Robbins: HE DID IT! HE KILLED JORDAN CALIBAN!
OG looks on in shock not noticing Ciserano coming back up to his feet
Zach Davis: Turn around OG!
Erin Robbins: I wouldn't
OG turns and ciserano pounces running the ropes and catching OG in a sattelite headscissor spinning him around and around and then flying across the ring, Ciserano kips up and waits
Erin Robbins: The one thing I know about this kid is that he calls this the Ciserano Superkick, wait for it, wait for it, BOOM!
Ciserano nails OG perfectly
Zach Davis: PIN!
Erin Robbins: Got him! Fantastic debut from Jordan Junior tonight
Zach Davis: Don't let them hear you saying that, can we get some help out here?
As the 3 hits Ciserano scrambles out of the ring to find Caliban wide awake laying in the remains of the table smiling and patting Zack Wild on the shoulder, Ciserano Hauls him up and they make their way out of the arena leaving the other 2 laying.
At ringside, "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 with a disconcerning look on her face. When the chorus kicks in, the lights begin to flicker rigorously as Serbia storms down the ramp, ignoring the jeering fans.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time... Serbia!
Zach Davis: Well, here comes the former TV champion, and from the look on her face, she doesn't look to be too pleased about it...
Erin Robbins: That's putting it lightly. She has been very quiet after losing that belt. And you know what they say about the quiet ones don't you?
Once she reaches ringside, she crawls under the bottom rope and into the ring, refusing to perform her common entrance ritual, much to the disapproval of the fans. She then demands the microphone from Kyle Steel, who obliges before retreating out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Kyle doesn't want anything to do with Serbia...
Zach Davis: Can you blame him? This is the first time Serbia has asked for a live microphone since coming here. She's been very vocal in her promos, and she's been very impressive in the ring, but whatever this is about, for her to break her silence in the ring, it can't be good...
Serbia then sits down in the middle of the ring, crossing her legs, as the lights suddenly go dark again. An ominous spotlight appears over Serbia, who leans forward and rests her elbow on her knee before holding the microphone up to her mouth and speaking.
Serbia: Last week...for the first time in a very long time...I lost something very precious to me, and it hurt. But don't you get it? It hurt. I've gone through a lot of crap all my life, but for the first time in a long time, I had something worth fighting for, and for the first time in a long time, I lost something worth fighting for. The glimmer from that title belt sitting beside my bed? I actually miss it. Don't you see? I have something that I actually miss? Whether you've been following me or not, I have been going on and on about change, how I've made it my personal goal to make something of myself, and how through my stay here in the WCF, my life is starting to look brighter. Ironic, huh? I lost a title, but things still look brighter for me...
She pauses for a moment, slightly rocking on the spot.
Serbia: Of course, because it's brighter ahead doesn't mean that there are no forks in the road ahead. I had my run as a TV champion, as many great wrestlers have before me, but who knows where I'm going to go from here. Perhaps I'll go after the People's championship next. Maybe I'll take on the Hardcore champion? Or even better, the World champion. The possibilities are endless. I know it's going to be a long road, but after all the bullshit with a puny little runt last week, things can only get better...
"Imaginary" by Evanescence suddenly begins to play, interrupting Serbia's speech. As the lights begin to flash all around, Lilith appears at the top of the entrance ramp, holding a rather large cardboard box in front of her. Serbia stands up and stares intensely at her as Lilith proceeds to walk down to the ring. A wave of boos and hisses hits Lilith, but she is completely and utterly oblivious to it.
Erin Robbins: …yep its official, Lilith has completely lost her mind. Eric Price has been torturing this woman for weeks now… and she finally seems to have snapped. And now she’s interrupting Serbia? I hope she knows what she’s doing here…
Zach Davis: Does Lilith ever know what she’s doing? She’s been winding Serbia up for weeks now. They’ve been going at it, online, behind the scenes, wherever! But believe it or not, this is the first time that they're going to be face to face...
Erin Robbins: Well, almost. Lilith is carrying a pretty big box. I wonder what's inside?
Zach Davis: Probably another present in her attempt to make the former TV champion feel "happiful"...
Erin Robbins: Fat chance that'll ever happen...
Lilith eventually reaches the ring, and after slowly walking around the ring, with the box in hand, she slides it into the ring before sliding in herself. She jumps back to her feet and stares directly at Serbia, who is standing her ground. Lilith then walks circles around her for a moment before asking for a microphone from a ring attendant. She stops and stands in front of her, looking down at her with a sly grin.
Lilith: Hey Fluffy!!
The crowd boos as Serbia cringes at the greeting. Lilith notices this and tries to show some sympathy.
Lilith: Awwww are you still sad about losing your TV title last week? I told you to stop being such a Grrrrrr bear but did you listen to me? Nope! And then when you lost I tried to cheer you up and make you a happiful bear instead of a sad little emo one, but you never replied to me! Maybe if you just cheered up, then you'd still be a champion just like me!
That last remark makes Serbia glare at Lilith furiously, clenching her fists prepared to strike. Lilith however is oblivious to this.
Lilith: You spend so much time being all emo and Grrrrrrr, that you don’t even concentrate on things which are more important than crying over pictures of Justin Bieber in your locker room! Yeah we’ve all seen it Fluffy… and do you know how silly that is?! I’m actually worried about you, Fluffy. So I figured I would help you stop being such a grouchy little bear and I bought you something that I know you're gonna LOVE...
Lilith then bends down and grabs the cardboard box from earlier. She hands it over to Serbia, who looks reluctant to receive it. As the crowd watches on confused, Serbia finally grabs the box and places it on the mat. Lilith steps back and watches in delight as Serbia hesitantly opens the box. She removes the lid, and to the enjoyment of the fans, she stubbornly pulls out a stuffed pig that looks similar to Percy Micro, the micro pig involved in her TV title match last week. Serbia holds it up with a look of disgust as Lilith giggles and jumps on the spot, clearly proud of herself.
Lilith: Isn't he cute? I knew you'd love him! Look at you! Now come on let's see a big smile! Come on, don't be shy! It'll make you feel so much better!
Serbia then turns to Lilith, who stops jumping in anticipation of a smile. Serbia then shows a sarcastic smile before replying.
Serbia: You really want to make me happy?
Lilith nods, almost like a child.
Serbia: Okay well right now, there's only one thing that will make me happy...
She suddenly grabs the stuffed pig by both hands, and in an instant, she tears it into pieces. As fluff scatters across the ring, Serbia tosses the remnants of the pig out of the ring. Lilith looks appalled after what she just watched, covering her face with her hands. Serbia then picks the microphone back up and stands right in front of Lilith's face with a look of extreme intensity.
Serbia: If you don't back the hell out of my life, I will be more than happy to tear your little world apart!
With that said, she storms off and heads up the ramp as Lilith looks through the gaps in her fingers at what Serbia had just done. Lilith looks as if she’s about to cry… and then just like that the expression on her face changes, as does her attitude and behavior as she kicks the remains of the pig out of the ring and calls up to Serbia, who has nearly reached the top of the ramp.
Lilith: Hey Fluffy!
Serbia looks back and screams back at her.
Serbia: Don't call me Fluffy!!
Lilith: Why?! What are you going to do? Huh? What the hell are you going to do?! Cry backstage?! Hahahaha yeah because that is just TERRIFYING!!! You know what, Fluffy? When you first got here I thought to myself “Hmmmmm this girl looks kinda cool, I wonder if she likes cookies”, you won the TV Title… beat some joke of a Champion who had just beaten some other joke of a champion… and what happened, Fluffy?! WHAT HAPPENED?!! YOU BLEW IT!!! That’s what happened! You quickly became weak… you quickly became a joke! AND NOT EVEN A GOOD ONE!!! You got your ass kicked by some guy and his fucking pig and now look at you… LOOK AT YOU!!! You should be THANKING me for trying to make you better than you are! You really should! I don’t waste my time on just anybody, Fluffy! And look at you! Walking away like the scared little bitch we all knew you really were! Yeah that’s right, do us all a favor and walk away! Walk away just like all the other pathetic women who have left this company! I’m done with you Fluffy, I am fucking done. Get the hell out of my sight!
At first, Serbia looks disgusted, but as Lilith turns around and folds her arms, as if she is pouting, Serbia simply shrugs.
Serbia: And people call me sad? I'll agree with you on one thing though. We are done. But when your little world collapses on top of you, and you go crying back to whatever hole you came from, I'll be standing tall, and then I will be the one smiling...
"Dead Beat" plays again as Serbia struts off, leaving Lilith alone in the ring, still trying to look like she doesn't care.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall... and is for the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... from Santa Monica, California... weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds... THE BEAST... TYLER WALKER!
When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight.
Zach Davis: The Beast!
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker had a rare win last week, in a match he wasn't even booked in. Apparently, that impressed Seth enough to give him a TV Title match.
Zach Davis: Makes sense to me!
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.
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.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine shocked a lot of people when he defeated Serbia for the TV title-- let's see if he can keep it up tonight.
Tyler and Alpine circle each other in the ring. Alpine is a few inches taller but Walker is much more muscular. Walker puts his hand up for a test of strength-- Alpine obliges, and Walker kicks him in the gut. After that, he runs to the ropes, and comes back with a running shoulder block, dropping Alpine.
Zach Davis: Tyler going into the three-point stance--
Tyler attempts a running clothesline, but Alpine ducks it. As Tyler turns around, Alpine dropkicks him. They both roll back to their feet-- Alpine dropkicks Tyler again. This time, Walker is a bit slower to his feet. Alpine brings him back down with an armdrag before working on him with a series of elbow drops.
Erin Robbins: This Brent Alpine is... a unique guy, isn't he? What's up with the pig?
Zach Davis: Who knows. It's his... pet? Manager? Pet Manager?
Alpine pulls Walker to his feet, but as he does, Walker hits him with a knee to the gut. Walker puts Alpine in a front facelock and begins hitting him with kneelifts. He backs Alpine into the corner and hits him with a chop to the chest, followed by another. Walker takes a few steps back and charges forward with a corner splash. As Alpine stumbles out of the corner, Tyler lifts him up over his head in a military press-- he walks around the ring in a display of strength.
Erin Robbins: You know, Tyler is easily one of the strongest guys on the roster.
Zach Davis: Yeah-- just goes to show you, muscle isn't everything in this business.
Erin Robbins: What's that supposed to mean?
Tyler covers Alpine.
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine kicks out before two, TV Title on the line.
Tyler pulls up Alpine and puts him in a fireman's carry.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh-- is it Crunch time?
Alpine begins fighting out, elbowing Walker in the head-- and finally, he slips out behind Tyler! Thinking quickly, Alpine executes a leg hook reverse STO. Tyler gets up, Alpine hits the ropes-- comes back with a running enzuigiri to the back of Walker's head!
Zach Davis: OOF! Tyler's eyes rolled back in his head!
Erin Robbins: He could be out cold, here's Alpine with the pin!
Zach Davis: NO! Tyler Walker kicks out before three!
Not wasting any time, Alpine climbs on Walker's back-- and sets him up, locking in a camel clutch!
Erin Robbins: He calls that Mount Unpleasant!
Zach Davis: And I assure you-- that hold is anything but pleasant.
They're in the middle of the ring. Walker's got nowhere to go.
Erin Robbins: Is Brent Alpine... apologizing?
Zach Davis: It looks like he's saying something to Tyler. Telling him it's "just business"?
Finally, Walker taps.
DING DING DING
"Gold" by Prince plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine successfully defends the TV Title here on Slam!
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker brought his usual freakish power moves but in the end, it wasn't enough.
Alpine celebrates in the ring as the ref hands him the TV belt.
We go back to the Pantheon Sequitus's Green room but the door outside now has a marley knocker on it and a gold plate reading "the league of ordinary Gentlemens club" Caliban again answers the door, still in his wrestling gear but wearing a bow tie with a bare chest, a monocle in one eye and a glass of something expensive and bourbonny looking in a crystal glass in his hand
Jordan Caliban: Welcome chaps to the gentlemen's club
Caliban turns and allows the crew to enter, as they do it seems the room is considerably more plaid than when we were here an hour before, Caliban walks over to Cormac as the cameras follow him he squares up to the mountain showing just how small he is in comparison to Cormac.
Jordan Caliban: Are you ready to prove a point tonight my friend? Last week did not go so well simply because we tried to play games, now we are playing for keeps, so I say go out to the ring tonight and do exactly what the hell it is you do and that is dominate mother fuckers. And Cormack
He smacks the big man on the chest twice and pulls him in forehead to forehead
Jordan Caliban: Tonight I pledge to you that the only way I will come near ringside is if someone else shows up first, this is your time to show yet again how dominant you are capable to being. The goal is not primarily to win, it is dominate and hurt by any means necessary... Finish Him!!!
An evil grin slowly creases the big man's mouth as he nods his understanding.
Cormack MacNeill: Chase is as good as done. I'm not going to just beat him, I'm putting him in ice...you better stay in the back Caliban. Someone has to get the stretcher rolling.
He turns to the backstage camera.
Cormack MacNeill: Nothing personal Michaels. You're just in the way. It's strictly business. You want to blame someone for what's about to happen to you... Blame Twilight. Blame Price. Blame Pantheon. Blame the 'Main Eventers' who brought me to this.
He turns away and walks off camera, leaving Jordan to stare after him with a smile. Just before it cuts Caliban turns to the camera winking into it and whispering
Jordan Caliban: Incoming
"Absolute Zero" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing at 6’ tall, weighing in at 220 lbs., from Crawely, England, he is “The Lone Wolf” CHASE Michaels!
They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his opponent.
Zach Davis: And “The Lone Wolf” Chase Michaels now in the ring, looking ready to compete here tonight! Definitely looking to continue to win here in WCF!
Erin Robbins: Big deal, he beat Johnny Deep last week but two weeks ago, he got his butt handed to him.
Zach Davis: If you’re going to kiss up Erin, at least do it with the right authority figures.
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing at 6’ 4” tall, weighing in at 265 lbs., from Halifax, Nova Scotia, he is CORMACK MACNEILL!
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: And Cormack MacNeill last week had his match interrupted by the ever present and most annoying Jordan Caliban.
Erin Robbins: Yes, unfortunately he had to ruin the match because he actually thinks he matters.
Zach Davis: And then in what I consider a disgusting display, Jayson Price used the steel chair to hit the mat and pretend he was out costing Cormack the match.
Erin Robbins: Typical Pantheon antics, no shock there. They’re nothing but a bunch of cheating, lying, bastards.
Zach Davis: Don’t sugarcoat it, let us know how you really feel about it Erin. Nevertheless, Cormack certainly not pleased this evening and looking to avenge that loss against Chase Michaels and here we go!
Erin Robbins: And we have Michaels and MacNeill approach either immediately and Michaels immediately slaps the taste out of MacNeill’s face.
Zach Davis: Michaels looking to assert himself from the get go in this match up. And MacNeill is not going to take it as he just smiles but surprises Michaels with a DDT.
Erin Robbins: Wow, this early into the matchup and cover!
Zach Davis: But a kickout from Michaels. Looks like MacNeill wanted that victory quickly to avenge his loss from last week but Michaels wants to continue to win and will not allow the match to end so quickly.
As Michaels is down from the DDT and looks almost out, MacNeill bouncing off the ropes and going for a leg drop here!
Zach Davis: And looks like MacNeill is going to try and hit a leg drop here.
Erin Robbins: And he connects with Michaels but can he take advantage. MacNeill rolls over and cover!
Zach Davis: And no, Michaels kicks out. MacNeill still looking to avenge his loss from last week but Michaels not going to allow it to happen so quickly.
Crowd: Let’s go Cormack! Let’s go Cormack! Let’s go Cormack!
Michaels slowly gets up and goes to the corner of the ring. Look of surprise on his face. He raises his hand up for the crowd and they give him a mixed reaction of cheers and boos.
Erin Robbins: But MacNeill is now running toward Michaels, going to try and clothesline him in the corner here.
Zach Davis: Michaels just turning around and barely avoid being hit by MacNeill as MacNeill gets a face full of turnbuckle. Michaels quickly takes advantage and he locks in at the waist, a suplex to MacNeill! Cover!
Zach Davis: And MacNeill barely kicks out of that one. A strong showing from Michaels in the early going of this match.
Erin Robbins: Thus far both men have had a good showing.
Zach Davis: MacNeill is still down right now as Michaels is getting up, he’s grabbing MacNeill by the head and is applying a neck lock to him. He’s really trying to wear MacNeill down here.
Erin Robbins: And MacNeill appears to slowly be fading. Look at his face, it’s almost purple. The referee now checking on him.
Zach Davis: Lifting his arm and no, MacNeill is still in this! He’s hanging on here. Elbow to Michaels, and another elbow to the gut of Michaels here as he’s forced to break the hold. MacNeill dragging himself as fast as he can to the ropes for leverage.
Erin Robbins: And MacNeill now getting himself up as he looks to be on the attack. He goes after Michaels but oh no, Michaels lowers the ropes and MacNeill goes over. And now a grin on the face of Michaels.
Michaels raises his hand with a grin on his face here as MacNeill is down on the outside.
Zach Davis: The crowd a mixed bag here, some supporting The Lone Wolf here as he is firmly in control of this match right now.
Erin Robbins: Both men have been very resilient thus far but Michaels really has had a better showing tonight.
Erin Robbins: I think Michaels wants to send a clear message that he is to be taken seriously here in the WCF.
Zach Davis: MacNeill regrouping and he’s back in the ring. Michaels now landing an elbow to MacNeill in the gut over and over trying to wear him down and MacNeill has not really been able to get out of the blocks yet. Michaels really continuing to take it to MacNeill here and looks like he’s grabbing him by the torso to set him up for the Penance.
Erin Robbins: But MacNeill knows it’s coming, he’s fighting back and manages to power out and push Michaels away toward the ropes. Michaels coming back however and grabbing the torso again, Michaels elbows MacNeill in the gut this time and turns him around and the Penance is now locked in on MacNeill.
Zach Davis: MacNeill in tremendous pain here but he manages to push Michaels away by elbowing him and then manages to get to the bottom rope. The referee then instructs Michaels to keep his distance.
Referee: 1. 2. 3. 4.
Zach Davis: And Michaels finally backs off just barely before a count of 5.
Erin Robbins: I think Michaels is trying to do the damage to MacNeill as much as he can here as he really craves that win.
Zach Davis: MacNeill recovering here as the referee forces Michaels to step back. MacNeill is getting up and Michaels is trying to sneak by but MacNeill meets him first with a hit right to the face. Michaels responds with another strike to MacNeill’s face. These men trading blows here, one after the other and it looks like MacNeill is getting the upper hand here. And Michaels is a bit out of it here. MacNeill grabs Michaels and bam, DDT, nails another DDT on Michaels.
Erin Robbins: Cover!
Zach Davis: And Michaels manages to get his shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: MacNeill so close, he could taste that win.
Zach Davis: And MacNeill is going to try and finish Michaels off. Michaels is down on the mat, MacNeill waiting for Michaels to get back to a vertical base to set him up for The Citadel.
Erin Robbins: MacNeill going for it and wait, Michaels dodges it!
Zach Davis: And Michaels turning around and … he hits the Finale as MacNeill was not expecting it.
Erin Robbins: What a high knee and cover, yes!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner … “The Lone Wolf” CHASE MICHAELS!
Erin Robbins: And Michaels getting another win for himself tonight.
Zach Davis: That’s two wins now for The Lone Wolf who needs to keep this up and get back on track. He has great potential here in the WCF and tonight, he showed some of that great potential. Congratulations on the victory to Chase Michaels tonight!
Voice: You underestimate the power of the Dark Side. If you will not fight, then you will meet your destiny.
"Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold starts playing as the two similar sized men in all white walk out carrying the WCF World tag team titles. They climb into the ring and raise the belts up in their right hands and white pyro goes off in all four corners.
Figure #1: It begins now!
The arena goes pitch black and the music cuts off. A single red light hits the entranceway as "Anarchy" by KMFDM starts playing. The WCFtron reads "I'll make you famous". The crowd starts a huge BTJ chant and then Adam Young steps out into the red light. He is standing there in wrangler jeans, a teal blue polo shirt and a black leather jacket. He walks towards the ring as the two figures in the ring still are standing with the WCF World tag team titles. Adam climbs in and is handed a mic.
Adam Young: Welcome Big Easy to the rebirth of WCF's tag team division, I give you the Kingdom!
Both men take off the white masks to reveal they are Dex Zenith and Sid King.
Adam Young: I searched long and hard to find two men who are mirror images of each other and who can stretch anyone at anytime in this ring. For the past two weeks we gave every team in WCF its notice to step up or get out, nobody stepped up. So as of right now I give to you the WCF World tag team champions the Kingdom.
All three men hold up their right arms in the air.
Adam Young: I'm every nightmare you've every had. I'm your worst dream come true. I'm everything you ever were afraid of.
The arena lights go out and then come back on as the trio is gone.
The video screen drops to black, and as the arena fades as well, it lights back up...
A picture of the WCF Tag Team Championship.
The image fades out, replaced by...
The WCF Television Championship.
The WCF United States Championship.
The WCF Hardcore Championship.
The WCF Internet Championship.
This image fades as well. After a short pause the following words are emblazoned over a waving Confederate Battle Flag...
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu follow him out. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Scott Savage and representing S-PAC, weighing in at a combined four hundred and sixty one pounds...Benjamin Atreyu and Waylon Cash!
They roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, taunting the crowd. The crowd responds by showering them with hate as they jump down and their music fades.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents...
"Breakdown" by Biohazard plays and Biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash.
Kyle Steel: First, from Mexico City, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...Biohazard!
Biohazard slides into the ring as Cash and Atreyu watch him from the outside.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his partner...
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 the crowd waits for Price to come out. But he doesn't. The music continues to play and the spotlight stays on the stage as Biohazard stares at the stage, waiting for his partner. Finally the music cuts and the lights come back on without Price having come out.
Erin Robbins: What the heck? Is he passed out in the back somewhere?
Zach Davis: Wouldn't surprise me.
Cash and Atreyu climb into the ring as Biohazard turns around and realizes the predicament he's in. But rather than run off, he raises his fists and dares them to come at him. Cash laughs and steps out onto the apron as the referee checks with Biohazard to see if he really wants to do this. Biohazard nods and the referee shrugs his shoulders before calling for the bell.
Erin Robbins: Dear god...are we actually going to do this?
DING! DING! DING!
Zach Davis: Apparently so!
Atreyu and Biohazard circle each other in the ring and go to tie-up when the jumbotron suddenly comes to life with a backstage feed and everyone stops to look. The audience pops when they see Jayson Price and then begin booing when the camera pulls back to see Seth Lerch with him.
Seth Lerch: Look Price, you get your ass out there now.
Jayson Price: Kiss my ass, Lerch.
Seth Lerch: You get out there or I'll fine you.
Jayson Price: You want me to get my checkbook out right now?
Seth Lerch: Fine. I'll fire you instead.
Jayson Price: You really want to go down this road, Lerch?
Seth stands firm and points toward the ring as Price smirks.
Jayson Price: Don't say I didn't warn you.
The feed cuts as Price walks off. Atreyu suddenly runs up behind Biohazard and attacks him with a double axe handle to the back. Atreyu now with elbows to the back of the head as Biohazard tries to stumble away but ends up trapped in the corner. The referee steps in and starts up a five count as Atreyu continues to hammer away with kicks to the midsection. Finally he steps away at four, only to rush right back in and hit him with a European uppercut. The referee yelling for Atreyu to get him out of the corner as he grabs Biohazard by the arm and whips him across the ring and into S-PAC's corner. Atreyu with the tag out to Cash and in he comes for the double team.
Erin Robbins: Biohazard is in a bad way here really early on.
Zach Davis: Yeah. Biohazard is a tough competitor but he's in there against former Tag Team Champions and all alone.
Cash whips Biohazard into the ropes and he comes right back into a drop toe hold from Atreyu. Cash follows up with a knee across the back of the head and then hooks the leg for the pin.
Erin Robbins: And Biohazard gets the shoulder up!
Cash rolls off of Biohazard and gets back up to his feet before stomping down on his head. Suddenly there's a pop from the crowd that draws S-PAC's attention to the stage. Jayson Price has finally made his presence known and he's walking down the ramp, but taking his time. Cash is begging Price to come right into the ring but Price instead walks around the ring and hops up onto the apron on his team's side. Cash with another solid stomp to the back of the head of Biohazard before trying for the pin again.
Zach Davis: And again Biohazard gets the shoulder up!
Erin Robbins: And Price didn't even bother to try getting in the ring. He's just standing there.
Cash pulling Biohazard up to his feet and he whips him into the corner in front of Price. Biohazard weakly reaches out for the tag but Price steps away from him and watches as Cash charges the corner and hits him with a running back elbow. Biohazard drops down and Waylon begins to choke him with his boot as Price watches on. The referee steps in for the five count and Cash backs off at four before charging Biohazard and hitting him with a knee to the face. Again the referee has to step in to keep Cash back as Biohazard tries to pull himself up. Cash obliges and walks across the ring to tag in Atreyu, who takes his time getting in the ring. Biohazard finally up in the corner and he bravely asks for Atreyu to tie up. Atreyu obliges and starts to get Biohazard in a side headlock when Biohazard slips out. The crowd pops as Biohazard hits Atreyu with a dropkick to the back that sends him into the ropes. Now it's Biohazard with the roll up from behind.
And Waylon Cash storms into the ring and breaks up the pin with a boot to the back. Cash now stomping away at Biohazard as Atreyu gets to his feet and joins him. Biohazard covering up with one hand and reaching out to Price with the other, but Price is making no effort to help him. It takes the threat of a disqualification to get Cash out of the ring and back to the apron as Atreyu holds up Biohazard's arm and extends it toward Price mockingly.
Zach Davis: This is just sad to watch. Cash and Atreyu are toying with Biohazard and Price is just letting it happen without even caring.
Erin Robbins: We get it, he's mad at Seth. But to let this happen to Biohazard because of it?
Atreyu pulls Biohazard up to his feet and then shoots him into the ropes. Biohazard comes back and Atreyu takes him to the mat with the Black Eye Sonata. Atreyu right back up to his feet but instead of going for the pin he's yelling insults at Price. Atreyu now walking toward Price's corner as he continues to just stare out at the crowd. The referee tries to keep Atreyu away but Atreyu pushes past him and walks right up to Price before slapping him across the face. Suddenly Price is a lot more interested in what's happening as he tries to get into the ring. The referee has to throw himself in front of Price to keep him back as Atreyu smirks and Cash quickly enters the ring. Atreyu goes over to Biohazard and pulls him upright so Cash can take him down with a running lariat. The double team continues as Price continues trying to get into the ring but is being held back by the referee. Price finally realizes he isn't going to win this and gets back out onto the apron as Cash quickly slides back out of the ring and acts like he's conversing with Savage. Atreyu now going for the pin attempt on Biohazard.
Zach Davis: And Biohazard digs deep once again!
Atreyu looks shocked that Biohazard was able to kick out at all as he gets up to his feet. Price now screaming for Biohazard to tag him in as Biohazard tries to crawl to the corner. Atreyu cuts him off and puts him in a figure four leglock. Biohazard screaming in pain as Price tries to get him to not quit. Biohazard reaching for the ropes and he grabs them as Scott Savage jumps up on the apron. The referee trying to get Savage down as Biohazard is still holding the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Come on ref! Break the hold up!
Price rounds the corner on the apron and Savage quickly hops down and takes his place behind Cash on the ground. Cash is waving at Price to come and get some but Price waves him off and turns around. Cash and Savage laugh but are cut short when Price turns back around, runs along the apron and takes them both down with a suicide dive. The referee spins around and finally sees that Biohazard is holding the ropes and starts up a four count. On the outside of the ring Price is up but a bit dazed while Cash and Savage are still down. At four, Atreyu finally breaks the hold as the referee checks on Biohazard. He wants to continue but he's in some obvious pain. Atreyu now pulling Biohazard away from the ropes and he goes for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Price breaks up the pin!
Price managed to get back into the ring and dive on top of Atreyu to break up the pin. The referee forces him to get back to his corner as Cash is just now getting back to his feet and heading for his corner. Back in the ring, Biohazard is trying to crawl to his corner as his legs have taken some serious damage and he can't get up. Cash is yelling for Atreyu to stop him and Atreyu grabs him by the ankles and pulls him back away. Atreyu now pulling Biohazard up to his feet and he sets him up for the Requiem in D Minor when from out of nowhere Biohazard counters it into a DDT! The crowd pops as both men are down on the mat and both men's partners are screaming to get the tag. Biohazard finally rolls over onto his stomach and begins slowly crawling toward his corner as Price reaches out as far as he can.
Erin Robbins: Can he do it?
Atreyu finally stirs on the mat and rolls over as Cash is screaming for him to tag him in. Biohazard chants break out as he tries to reach Price first.
Atreyu dives and makes the tag.. while Biohazard simply pukes ooze all over himself. Price shakes his head in disgust before dropping to the apron, realizing he's not going to win this. Waylon enters the match, grinning and pulling the puke covered Biohazard to his feet.
Zach Davis: Watch out, Cash, that puke probably burns.
KILLSHOT! CASH HITS IT ON THE DEFENSELESS BIOHAZARD! Cash cockily pins Biohazard.
Erin Robbins: It's academic. S-PAC picks up yet another victory.
The crowd boos like crazy as Waylon Cash stands, Benjamin Atreyu joining him.
Zach Davis: This man could be the next WCF World Champion, Zach. A man that just Brainbuster'd a mentally ill man covered in puke.
Erin Robbins: When you put it that way, he DOES kinda sound like a jerk. But hey, it was ACIDIC puke, Cash really took a chance there.
The fans continue to boo S-PAC as we go to commercial.
Zach Davis: Well ladies and gentlemen, what a show we’ve had thus far here tonight…
Erin Robbins: Indeed Zach, I don’t agree with you often but tonight’s been great…
Suddenly ‘Prophecy’ by Judas Priest blasts out of the PA system and out onto the stage walks a well built man, around his mid forties, dressed in a grey suit, white shirt, red tie and polished black leather shoes. He has long light brown coloured hair tied back in a ponytail and a light brown goatee, he’s getting a few cheers from the crowd, however most of the fans are silent as they have no idea who he is. The man then begins to make his way down the ramp to the ring.
Erin Robbins: Who the Hell is this guy?
Zach Davis: My guess is this guy is the WCF’s new Director of Operations…
The man reaches the ring and walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes, he then asks ring announcer, Kyle Steel for his microphone and Steel hands him it before leaving the ring as ‘Prophecy’ fades out.
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, I look out at this sold out crowd and I see a lot of people cheering for me, but mostly people who have looks of confusion on their faces. It was the same backstage when I first arrived, there were a handful of Superstars in the back that acknowledged me and welcomed me to the WCF where most of them had no idea who the Hell I was…
The man smirks and strokes his beard a little before continuing.
Man: The fans and the Superstars, who know me already, are the fans and Superstars that were once part of the NWA…and why do they know me? Because I was the Owner of the NWA, I was the man who bought NWA off of the previous owner and helped NWA continue and flourish into what ended up being one of the greatest wrestling companies ever! Now, I know what you’re all thinking, if it was such a success then why did it close down, well there are many reasons why it closed down, but that’s nobody’s business but my own along with other NWA authority figures.
The man paces the ring slightly as he continues.
Man: But this is a new chapter in my life, this isn’t about the NWA, this is about my new chapter here in the WCF. Even though a lot of people may think that going down from Owner to a lower rank in authority is a silly idea based on the pay cut, I don’t see it that way, because the money side of things doesn’t matter to me, what matters to me is the wrestling business, and what’s best for the wrestling business.
The man strokes his free hand through his tied back hair before continuing.
Man: So when Mr. Lerch became Owner of this company again, I noticed he was looking for some extra help, some extra authority figures…as you all already know…the WCF has a new Commissioner in Mr. Eric Price…and now…the WCF have a Director of Operations…me…Joey Nitro!
The fans who already know Nitro cheer wildly, whilst the rest of the fans still aren’t sure whether they should be cheering or booing this man as he continues.
Joey Nitro: So now we come to my first announcement in regards to this new position as Director of Operations…and much like what the Commissioner did with his first decision here…I’m going to do the same and welcome back a WCF Superstar!
Nitro points to the titantron as it flickers to life displaying the parking lot, after a few moments, the loud sound of a motorcycle can be heard entering the parking lot and the wheels of a classic black Harley Davidson appears on screen and comes to a halt, the person on the bike then steps off and all we can see is their black boots as they begin to make their way towards the entrance to the arena.
Zach Davis: Who could it be Erin?
Erin Robbins: How the Hell am I supposed to know, all I can see is their feet! Moron!
The person stops at the entrance to the arena and the ruffling sound of a jacket can be heard before the clicking of a cigarette lighter is heard. The camera then begins to slowly pan up the person showing a pair of black trousers, then a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘The Outlaw’ written on it in white along with a sleeveless black leather jacket, the heavily tattooed arms end at the sight of a pair of black leather gloves and it then reaches the person’s face and even though the person is wearing a pair of black shades, it’s clear now that it’s Matthew Robinson as the fans go crazy.
Zach Davis: It’s Matthew Robinson! He’s back!
Erin Robbins: Oh how fantastic…not…
Robinson then enters the arena, smoking the cigarette on his way. He passes one of the stage hands who has just cracked open a can of beer and he swipes the can from his hand and continues heading down the corridor whilst the stage hand yells obscenities at him for stealing his beer.
Zach Davis: This seems to be a very different Robinson from what we’re used to Erin…
Erin Robbins: Still doesn’t change the fact that he’s a loser…
As Robinson reaches the curtain, ‘Bring The Pain’ by Stemm blasts out of the PA system and Robinson walks out onto the stage still smoking his cigarette as the fans cheer wildly. He then finishes his cigarette and drops it on the stage, stubbing it out with his foot before then downing the entire can of beer and then smashing the empty can off his head, crushing it in the process before throwing it to one side and making his way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Well I guess judging from what it says on his shirt; Robinson certainly is acting rather like an outlaw…
Erin Robbins: He makes me sick…
Robinson reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes, Nitro smiles before extending his hand for a handshake.
Zach Davis: The former NWA Owner in the ring with a former NWA Superstar…in WCF…
Erin Robbins: Clever girl, how long did it take you to work that one out?
Robinson looks down at Nitro’s extended hand before looking back up at Nitro, he then slowly removes his shades and places them in the inside pocket of his jacket before suddenly nailing Nitro with a jumping cutter much to the delight of the fans as ‘Bring The Pain’ cuts off.
Zach Davis: Oh my…I didn’t expect that…
Erin Robbins: You didn’t expect somebody with the words ‘The Outlaw’ written on his shirt to attack an authority figure? You really are dense…
Robinson then picks up the microphone that Nitro was holding and brings it to his smirking lips.
Matthew Robinson: I’m baaaaack…
The fans cheer wildly as Robinson paces the ring a little, stroking his beard before continuing.
Matthew Robinson: You know, I’ve really been looking forward to coming back here…it’s not pleasant when you’re forced to sit at home and watch this show week after week when all you’re hoping for is to be there fighting…but now I’m back and in the best shape of my damn life!
Again the fans cheer whilst Robinson paces the ring some more as he continues.
Matthew Robinson: Not only am I back and in the best shape of my life, but I have a different attitude. Ever since I began my wrestling career back in 2008, I’ve always strived to gain respect from my colleagues…and where I did succeed in achieving respect from some…most people refused to show me any kind of respect. But now…I couldn’t give a fuck who respects me and who doesn’t! Not only that…but now that I’m back…I’m going to come out here each and every damn week and do whatever the Hell I want and I don’t give a damn who tries to stop me!
Robinson nods slightly as the fans start a ‘Robinson’ chant.
Matthew Robinson: If that son of a bitch we call our World Champion, Jonny Fly or that cold-hearted bitch, Sarah Twilight along with her psychotic fuck buddy, Lilith want to come down to this ring to try and stop me from doing whatever I damn well want, I’ll kick their asses!
The fans cheer wildly.
Matthew Robinson: If this jackass currently knocked out cold in this ring right here or that pant pissing Commissioner, Eric Price along with their boss who has no balls, Seth Lerch want to try and stop me, I’ll kick their asses too!
The fans cheer louder, obviously enjoying the trash talk coming from Robinson as he turns and looks over at the announce table and pointing towards Erin Robbins.
Matthew Robinson: Hell even if Erin Robbins decided to stop talking shit about me, got up off her fat ass, came into this ring and tried to stop me from doing whatever the Hell I want, I’ll kick her stupid ass too!
The fans burst into laughter as the camera shows Erin Robbins displaying a look of shock on her face due to Robinson’s words as Robinson chuckles slightly.
Matthew Robinson: Basically, whether or not you bastards back there like me, hate me, respect me, don’t respect me…the fact of the matter is this, ‘The Outlaw’ Matthew Robinson is back…and I’m going to come to this ring and kick ass, take names and make all you son’s o’ bitches famous!
Robinson then drops the microphone as ‘Bring The Pain’ blasts out of the PA system, Robinson then rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp to the back.
The house lights go down, as a heavy mist rolls in from the back and under the ring. Two blue spotlights start to go over the crowd, as "Lost in the Darkness" by Nox Arcana begins to play over the loud speakers. The tron comes to life, showing nothing but static at first, then different scenes with the glowing eyes of the Shadows of Darkness before showing scenes from the matches past that each of the members had been involved in. Two masked figures dressed in robes appear with Denise and Night Rider. Denise is in the middle of them all, as they make their way to the stage. Never uttering a word to the crowd but focused on the ring ahead of them. They reach the ring, and Night Rider lowers the rope for Denise as the other two slip through the ropes, and Night Rider follows behind. The four of them stand in the middle and raise their arms, only to bring them down, setting the four ring posts a blaze with bright fire, as the lights go back up, Two of the shadows have disappeared, Leaving Denise D'Evil and Night Rider standing there waiting for their opponents.
Zach Davis: This should be one heck of a contest right here. Night Rider and Denise D'Evil are on a mission. I wouldn't be surprised if they pulled a slick one and walked out of here with a victory.
Erin Robbins: Not if the Dream Team has anything to say about it. Speaking of which, Here they come.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for his partner to join him.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring and walking over to stand beside Orbit. Night Rider and D'Evil stand directly in front of them staring into their eyes as the referee tells them the rules. Suddenly the bell rings and the action is under way.
Fly and Orbit try taking The Shadows by surprise and rush them with a quick clothesline. D'Evil and Rider dock under and the duo goes into the ropes. D'Evil hits Orbit with a bulldog while Night Rider DDT's Fly. Orbit slides out of the ring as Fly jumps back up and begins slugging it out with Night Rider. They trade rights and lefts until Fly rakes Night Riders eyes and kicks him in the groin. D'evil climbs to the top rope and jumps off towards Orbit. Orbit sees her and catches her in the gut with a right as she came down.
Erin Robbins: They are going at it hot and heavy. It looks like they are trying to end this quickly.
Zach Davis: Don't count the Shadows out. They know what they are doing. Ooohhh, That had to hurt.
Orbit slides D'Evil into the ring and hits her with a frog splash. Fly connects with a standing drop kick that sends Night Rider to the mat. Both get back up and the four begin slugging it out in the center of the ring. The referee jumps in and is finally able to restore order as D'Evil and Orbit are ordered out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Fly and Night Rider are the legal men here.
Erin Robbins: Duh, That's why the ref made the other two get out of the ring. Come on now, Keep up.
Fly hits Night Rider with a Super Kick and follows it up with a Spine Buster. Fly goes for the pin but picks Night Rider up by the hair at the count of two. Fly walks over and tags Orbit into the match. Dragging Night Rider along with him. Orbit connects with a guillotine leg drop. Orbit with the cover.
No, Night Rider is able to kick out. Orbit pounds the mat in frustration to indicate a slow count. Orbit picks up Night Rider and sends him into the corner. Orbit follows him in with an elbow to the face. Orbit backs out of the corner as Night Rider falls to the mat. Orbit walks over and tags Fly. Orbit sends Night Rider into the ropes. Orbit attempts to hit him with a super kick as he comes off and hits Fly instead. Night Rider begins slowly moving towards his corner where D'Evil waits with her arm stretched out encouraging him on.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider needs to make a tag right now. He has been in the ring for a long time.
Zach Davis: If he doesn't do it right here it could be over.
Fly cuts Night Rider off just before he is able to reach Denise. Fly picks up Night Rider and attempts to position him for a piledriver. Night Rider counters and hits Fly with a power slam before collapsing to the mat. the ref begins counting both men down.
Fly begins stirring as Night Rider starts crawling towards his corner.
Fly gets to his feet and walks towards Night Rider just as he is able to tag in D'Evil. The crowd pops as she jumps over the ropes and hits an oncoming Fly with a dropkick. Fly falls to the mat as Steve Orbit runs into the ring and goes after D'Evil. Night Rider jumps into the ring and goes after Orbit while the ref tries to head them all off. D'Evil hits Fly with a sidewalk slam just as Orbit attempts to clothesline her. D'Evil Ducks it just in time and Orbit goes flying into the ropes. Night Rider pulls down the ropes and Orbit crashes to the floor. D'Evil with the cover as the ref slides into position.
No, Fly gets his foot on the ropes. D'Evil picks up Fly and drops him onto the ropes neck first. D'Evil grabs Fly and drags him to the center of the ring. D'evil with a piledriver. D'Evil with the cover again.
almost three but Fly gets the shoulder up at the last moment. D'evil picks up Fly and sends him into the ropes......right into Orbit who had just made it onto the apron. The two collide and orbit falls back to the floor. D'Evil rolls up Fly for the pin but they are in the ropes and it has to be broken.
Zach Davis: D'Evil is taking it right to the World Champion. Uh oh, That's going to leave a mark.
Orbit is able to get back on the apron and hits D'Evil in the back with a chair as she hits the ropes. D'Evil screams out in pain. Night Rider runs into the ring to go after them but is forced back out by the ref. Fly slaps his hand against his leg to make a tagging sound and rolls out of the ring while Orbit jumps in.
Orbit picks up Denise and slams her to the mat. He picks her back up and positions her just right before connecting with a vertical suplex. The crowd pops as D'Evil grabs her back and screams out in agony. Orbit walks over and taunts Night Rider until he jumps into the ring and the ref is forced to make him leave. While he is doing that Orbit takes D'Evil over to the corner and he and Fly begin to double team her. Orbit sends D'Evil into the ropes and hits her with a clothesline as she comes off. He picks her back up and sends her into the corner. She slams into the turnbuckles back first and is soon followed in by Orbit. A big splash by Orbit as D'Evil goes limp against the ropes.
Orbit grabs D'Evil and begins sending her into the opposite corner. D'Evil reverses it and sends orbit into another corner, Right into Fly and knocking him to the concrete floor below. D'evil grabs Orbit and DDT's him in the middle of the ring. D'Evil dives over and tags in Night Rider. Night Rider runs over to where Fly just climbed back onto the apron and knocks him back to the floor before hitting Orbit with a leg drop across the chest. Night Rider picks up Orbit and slams him hard to the mat.
Erin Robbins: This can't be good for Orbit. He's climbing to the top rope.
Zach Davis: He needs to roll out of the way quick. No!
Night Rider connects with a frog splash and hooks the leg as the ref slides into position......
No, Orbit somehow gets his shoulder up.
Night Rider picks up Orbit and takes him over to their corner. He tags in D'Evil. D'Evil picks up Orbit and holds him in a torture rack. The ref runs over and begins asking him if he wants to give up. Orbit continuously denies and refuses to quit as D'Evil adds to the pressure. Orbit refuses once more and D'Evil drops him hard to the mat. She picks him up and connects with a snap suplex into a bridge for the pin. The ref slides into position and begins to count. Fly runs in to break up the pin with a leg drop and D'Evil moves just in time for him to hit Orbit instead. Night Rider runs in and grabs Fly, Throwing him into the ropes and hitting him with a big boot as he comes off. Night Rider slides through the ropes after him as D'Evil hits Orbit with a triple powerbomb and goes for the cover. The ref counts..
Erin Robbins: WHAT AN UPSET!
Zach Davis: I DON'T BELIEVE IT! THE SHADOWS DEFEAT THE DREAM TEAM!
Yes, D'Evil with the pin as The Shadows get the victory!
Orbit quickly rolls out of the ring, meating up with Fly. Neither man looks angry, though Fly asks Orbit what the fuck happened.
Erin Robbins: We've seen these Shadows doing some shady stuff lately, but getting a victory over two One main eventers? I just don't believe it.
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
Coming......... Week.......... Slam............ Next..................... Return................ Leader........ S............ O
Static stops as a fog filled emtpy field with a shadow standing there alone in the moon light can be seen.
Shadow: It has been said tht history has a way of repeating itself, All good things must come to an end and all men are created equal. Wrestling has gone without fear of men from the darkness for a long time. Complete violence has been taken off TV shows, Pain and suffering are only heard behind the scenes. That is all be written into the history books and now time shall repeat this history. The good things about this era is every child who is a fan does not have to wittness extreme violence created at the hands of an unstable confussion driven soul like myself. The fools who think every man is created equal maybe right but what about the ones they consider monsters? I assure you I have started to recuit a group of soldiers that think the same way I do. Everyone has witnessed two faces of the shadows of darkness while two others still lay in the shadows. I shall arrive next week on slam to lead these soliders into timebomb. The path of unforgettable destruction will began and continue throughout 2014.
Titan tron turns black as fire erups from all 4 turnbuckles the lights turn on.
Zach Davis: Another Messege sent from the Shadows of Darkness. What the hell do they want?
Erin Robbins: I don't know Zach but next week we find out who the mastermind is. Who is it?
Erin Robbins: Zach, let's go back to last week so we can show the fans what went down between Oblivion, Lupus Onyx and the Hardcore Champion, Logan. If you'd recall, Zach, Logan had been attacked by both men after his successful defense against James Fatel. This is what happened when he came out later that night
"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.
Zach Davis: Of course, tonight two of those three are in action later tonight as Oblivion takes on the champ, Logan. However, there were reports backstage about Onyx walking out of the arena and subsequently quitting WCF. Unfortunately, no details of what transpired have been released either from WCF or from Lupus...
"Some Kind Of Monster" begins and out walks Lupus Onyx in a black suit, being led to the ring by a man in a red suit and menacing look to him. They step into the ring together, Onyx dead still in the ring as the crowd showers him with boos. The man in the red suit has the mic.
Man: Ladies and gentlemen, my name does not matter to any of you and therefore not be uttered to you this evening. Allow me to introduce my protégé, Mr. Lupus Onyx. Last week, my protégé, Lupus... Onyx did EXACTLY what he said he was going to do and he got himself noticed. Last week, my protégé, Lupus... Onyx got into the face of not only the man they call Oblivion, but also the WCF Hardcore Champion, Logan. Now, there seems to be much debate as to what happened to Lupus... Onyx by the time Slam went off the air. The answer is simple, I told him to come home. I told him he had done his job for the evening and to leave the arena.
You see, my protégé, Lupus... Onyx is bigger, better, and smarter than Logan or Oblivion. That has already been proven by the fact that tonight, Logan and Oblivion are in a match in which my protégé, Lupus... Onyx, assures me will take a lot out of both men, thus allowing Lupus... Onyx the opportunity to take the Hardcore Title from either opponent. My protégé...
Onyx motions that he wants the microphone. Away from the mic, you can hear the other man asking if Onyx is sure, and Onyx motions again. The man, reluctantly, gives him the microphone.
Onyx: His protégé... has something he wants to say.
From the moment I walked into this company, I made it crystal clear that I was going to take out the biggest dog in the park. Everybody assumed I was talking out of my ass, thinking I was going to take out the World Champion... the corporate champion. Obviously, nobody here does their homework.
I can stand here and run off promotion after promotion where I held their version of, what is to me, the company's most prestigious title. While everyone else wants the biggest paydays, to headline pay-per-views... to be the face of this company, that isn't what I do. THIS FACE is the one you people will remember long after the corporate machine rusts and collapses. I don't headline shows, I steal them. I AM NOT the one chained to policies and politics, I have but one job and I am the BEST at it.
And that job is to hurt you.
Logan, Oblivion, good luck tonight. This monster lives.
Onyx drops the mic as his music plays again and the two men walk up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Confident words from the relative newcomer.
Erin Robbins: Strong words indeed, Zach. It'd be interesting to see if he can back them up down the road.
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada she is the Mistress of Darkness…Chelsea Armstrong!
Making her way down the ramp she allows the hood to fall back showing two bright green eyes staring straight ahead as her crimson lips show bright against the black mascara lines running down her cheeks. Sliding under the bottom rope the fog begins to fade out as she takes off the cloak tossing it ringside and stares up the ramp awaiting her opponent.
The lights go out as a spotlight centers on stage. Piano chords begin a haunting melody, accompanied by heavy drum beats. The crowd begins to boo MASSIVELY as the video wall displays the words THE ONLY ONE.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, and weighing in at 142lbs, she is...."The Mistress of Mischief" SARAH TWILIGHT!
Pyros shoot up from the stage as our melody finally kicks into guitar. "The Only One" by Evanescence continues to play as Sarah finally walks out onto the stage. She is greeted with deafening boos and soaks them all in, as if she enjoyed the crowd's hatred. She arrogantly swaggers towards the ring, taking her time to revel in her own glory among ENRAGED fans before she reaches the ringsteps and steps inside. Pyros now shoot off from the ring posts and Sarah takes to each turnbuckle, staring coldly and without emotion into the sea of 'sheep' as the crowd's boos become even LOUDER.
The rings, both competitors are eyeing each other as they slowly approach. They can be seen trading words vehemently. Sarah shoves Chelsea’s face back causing her to take a few steps back. Enraged, Mrs. Armstrong stepped into a dropkick to the knees. She quickly hops back to her feet and makes for the ropes, bouncing back as Sarah tries to quickly get to her feet but then is nailed with dropkick kick to the head, knocking her off her knees. Chelsea goes to force the Mistress of Mischief to her feet but is met with an elbow to the face sending Chelsea stumbling back into the turnbuckle. Ms. Twilight hurries to her feet and lunges at Chelsea, hitting her with a European uppercut transitioning into a snapmare and then continuing with a grape vine around her head. The ref moves in, observing Chelsea’s state but Sarah pulls herself up the turnbuckle with the ropes. Reaching the top, Sarah strikes Chelsea with the point of her elbow on the top of her skull before going over the ropes, forcing The Mistress of Darkness over with her.
Sarah managed to stay on the apron as Chelsea falls to the ground. Sarah jumps down while lashing out a slew of trash talk. Sarah grabbed the left arm as she pressed her boot to Chelsea’s face and then began wrenching the arm. The ref could be heard counting from the ring. After a four and a five and a six, she pulled Chelsea to her feet and rolled her into the ring while following close behind. She then once again attempted to force Chelsea to her feet but instead she is met with a shoulder into the corner. Chelsea backs away as Sarah lowers on the turnbuckles. Chelsea backs into the ropes and comes charging down with a knee to Ms. Twilights face. Chelsea takes a few steps but turns back around to deliver yet another knee. Chelsea speaks a little of her mind as well as she pulls Sarah to her feet.
Chelsea throws Sarah into the ropes and then bends over for the body toss but Sarah quickly readjusts for a snap DDT. She hops over the ropes onto the apron but then quickly jumps onto the ropes and drops down with a knee to Chelsea’s head. Sarah locks in an arm bar on as used her knee to hold down Chelsea. Mrs. Armstrong wildly reaches out her free arm for anything at all but nothing is there. Sarah wrenches Chelsea’s arm back.
Chelsea screams out as she pushes up, lifting Sarah’s knee until she fell off. Chelsea hurried on top of Sarah, unloading punch after punch. She gets to her feet and begins to stomp on Sarah’s face. Chelsea drops down and locks in a dragon sleeper on Ms. Twilight. They both appeared to be lost in their fury as Sarah tried to dig into Chelsea’s side with her elbow but Chelsea quickly wrapped her arm around to her restrain her. The ref moved in to see if Sarah wanted to give up. Sarah refused to give in as she shifted her weight around to roll over onto her knees. She rolls Chelsea off her shoulders and moved into a knee pressed into Chelsea’s back while pulling at her mouth. The ref warns her making her switch to a grip under the chin. Mrs. Armstrong tries to sway to slip out but Sarah kept adjusting to her movements.
Sarah brings her arm back only to swing it forward into Chelsea’s face. One after another, wearing down Chelsea but she wouldn’t fall. Sarah swings harder and harder eventually knocking Chelsea onto her side. Sarah grips Chelsea’s hair, lifts her a foot off the ground before whipping it back down. Sarah backs away in the corner as Chelsea forced herself to her feet. Sarah comes charging at Chelsea , grabbing on and jumping into a twisting Belly to Belly suplex but the momentum shifts it into a face buster from The Mistress of Darkness.
Chelsea lets out an instinctual shout of dominance out at the crowd. She pulls Sarah up to her feet then hits her with the Devil’s Wing. Chelsea goes for the cover.
Sarah kicks out then rolls out of the ring. Chelsea pounds her fists on the ground in frustration. Sarah catches her breath as she walks around the ring but Chelsea doesn’t miss a beat as she dives through the ropes and hits the Mistress of Mischief with a suicide dive. Both wrestlers lay on the ground as the ref begins to count. At five and six, Chelsea quickly rolls in then back out to restart the count. She pulls Sarah to her feed and throws her into the ring post. Sarah spins but latches onto the guard rail. Chelsea lunges forward with a clothesline but Sarah dodges out of the way causing Chelsea to fly over the rail. Sarah quickly jumps over and tosses Chelsea back over the guard rail. Chelsea stumbles over and rolls into the ring. Sarah follows behind. They both got to their feet at the same time.
Sarah swings out and catches Chelsea on the jaw. Mrs. Armstrong twists around only to be met with another hit when she returns forward. She shakes her head then returns volley. Sarah swings back and once again Chelsea responds until there is a constant back and forth until Sarah brings a knee to the gut. She locks in for a t-bone suplex and reeled back. She was met with a little difficulty but manages to lift Chelsea over her head.
Sarah goes for the pin
Chelsea kicks out. Sarah starts launching punches down on her but Sarah was thrown over while Chelsea jumps on top to hit Sarah with a head butt. She then latches on The Last Goodnight. Sarah tries to fight free but slowly droops. The ref moves in and lifts the arm…1…the arm falls…2…the arm falls…3…NO! Sarah began fighting for freedom, she forced herself up and throws Chelsea over her shoulder then quickly locking in the Witch’s Sabbath.
Now the ref was watching Chelsea as she begins to fade. 1…the arm falls…2…the arm falls…3…NO! Once again they are back to going at it as Chelsea rolls to the edge of the ring and sticks her feet to the ground. She drags Sarah to the edge before desperately swinging her onto the ground. Sarah loses grip as they both once again lay on the ground.
The wrestlers start stirring to their feet as they realized time was of the essence.
They both wobble on their feet…
They lung for the ring
They scrambled inside and breathe heavily from exhaustion. They sat in their own corner as they both were regaining their bearings. They pull themselves up with the ropes and as soon as they reach their feet, they both charge at each other at full force. Sarah goes for a clothesline but Chelsea ducks and the both hit parallel ropes. They bounce back as Chelsea jumps in a forearm into Sarah’s face. Mrs. Armstrong jumped back up. She pulled Sarah to her feet then lifts her over her should and shifts into a Gory lock…She swings and hits Sarah with Strong Armed. Chelsea goes for the pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winner…CHELSEA ARMSTRONG!
The ref lifts Chelsea’s arm in victory as she shouts at the top of her lungs. She quickly rolls out of the ring and exits up the ramp as Sarah sits up and is hit with a look of disbelief.
The opening riff to "Messa de Requiem: Dies Irae" starts playing over the speaker system of the New Orleans Arena as the capacity crowd starts jeering.
Zach Davis: Ah, of course we are going to be graced by the presence of our United States Champion who clearly loves to hear the sound of his own voice.
Erin Robbins: Zach! Do show some respect to the man! We all know he’s all here tonight to address an issue which the entire WCF universe is extremely concerned with. If I am not mistaken, the Doctor is about to call out a certain wrestler in the locker room right about now!
Zach Davis: Of course. Mark Dillinger, the maimed soldier who needs the help of a scientific professional. Call me a fool, but I can’t help but find that he seems rather familiar… I seem to have seen him somewhere before.
Erin Robbins: You’re a fool. But I do have to agree with you there Zach. Dillinger seems to resemble someone, although for the love of God I just can’t seem to put my finger on it at this point in time.
Doctor Remus Micayle saunters out from the back, walking out on to the entrance ramp as he surveys the crowd. Dressed impeccably in a smart-looking suit and tie, he has the United States championship draped over his left shoulder. Wearing a conceited smile on his face, he makes his way to the ring, ignoring the numerous boos and vulgar gestures being hurled in his direction.
Zach Davis: Face it Erin, a legitimate reason or not, this man is not popular with the general crowd at all. I mean, just look at him!
Erin Robbins: You’re just jealous, if you ask me. The man is good looking, intelligent, rich, and a talented athlete. You are just like the majority of the fans - the exact opposite of him. No wonder you hate him so much.
Zach Davis: Sure… and it definitely has nothing to do with his own pompous attitude and holier-than-thou spouting of his beliefs every single week. Nothing at all.
Micayle rolls into the ring, taking care not to crumple his attire, before signalling for a microphone from a nearby stagehand. He strolls in to the centre of the squared circle, before starting to speak.
Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen.
Crowd: Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
If it’s even possible, his smirk grows even wider.
Micayle: Well, aren’t you all the welcoming crowd. No wonder tourists only come to this ragtag town to wear Mardi Gras beads and pull out their mammaries in Bourbon Street. I thought Katrina would have taught this city a little civility, but apparently not.
Zach Davis: Uh oh.
The crowd absolutely ERUPTS at this statement, and for good reason of course!
Crowd: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!
Zach Davis: Very, very offensive statement by the Scientist over there. He’s definitely not winning himself any fans over with that.
Erin Robbins: Hmpf, he doesn’t need to! A man of his stature and talent should be respected, not treated this way by these folks.
Micayle ignores the boos as he starts to address the crowd once more.
Micayle: Now, if we can get down to business. I am not here today to discuss about the morals of proper drinking in the streets, nor to lecture you clods about why I deserve to be worshipped amongst you mere mortals. No, no, no. I’m here today… to talk about Mark Dillinger.
The crowd pops to an extent, although a significant portion of the live audience still continues to simmer in anger.
Micayle: Last week, I promised that I will be addressing this matter in question. Let’s bring you back to Payback, after I destroyed one Benjamin Atreyu and pinned him for the victory, defending my United States Title almost as easily as the hurricane rampaged through this city.
Zach Davis: He most certainly did not. Atreyu nearly beat him within an inch of his life!
Erin Robbins: Shh. The Scientist is talking.
Micayle: But that’s the point I’m trying to make. After the bout, where I was about to retreat back to my locker room and enjoy a good cold glass of wine, Mark Dillinger decided to make a statement at my expense. My victory lap. MY CELEBRATION.
The fans cheer. Anything that pisses of the United States Champion is good in their books. A throbbing vein is visible in Micayle’s forehead as he continues to rant.
Micayle: He claims that he needs help. He claims to be a soldier that was discharged by the United States military service due to an accident. He claims to be hearing voices in his head that disturb him in his sleep. To this supposed war hero… I say, bugger off.
Predictably, heavy booing ensues.
Micayle: War heroes are nothing but drunk, glory-hunting cretins out to prove themselves in a time where most people with a brain ought to be hiding and saving their own lives. Mark Dillinger, my friend, you chose to forsake the advice of the authorities that would have told you not to volunteer for service, and as a result, got injured in the course of action due to your own incompetence. You deliberately avoided sound advice at the very start. And now, you think that a respectable man of science like myself will help you solve your issues just at the snap of a finger?
He snaps his own finger to accentuate the point. He does so several times, before looking down at his hand and leering.
Micayle: Heh, but I spotted something that perhaps would have escaped the attention of someone less observant. You don’t have a right hand to snap… do you?
More jeers emerge from the live crowd.
Zach Davis: Oh come on there… that was a low blow! Dillinger does not deserve this at all!
Micayle lets out a small chuckle, before shaking his head from side to side.
Micayle: I have my own prejudices against half-wits who refuse to listen and have regrets after. But as the WCF’s United States Champion, I have the responsibility to help an American in his own time of need to the very best of my ability. And thus, despite my own distaste at assisting an idiot… I shall obey my own moral compass and do what I can for a fellow citizen.
He walks towards the ring ropes closest to the WCFTron, before raising the microphone to his lips once more.
Micayle: Mark Dillinger, I know you are here in the arena tonight. Get in the ring here and face me like the man-at-arms you are supposed to be! Now!
The crowd resumes its heckling at the crudeness that the Doctor is displaying towards a serviceman. Every eye in the arena waits with baited breath for the appearance of Mark Dillinger. On his part, Micayle is standing firm in the ring, not moving an inch as his eyes stay focused on the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: Will he show up? After all, he did call out Micayle first.
Erin Robbins: I don’t know Zach… we’ll just have to wait and see.
Several seconds pass, but there’s no sign of Dillinger at all at the entrance ramp. The crowd is getting impatient, and so is Micayle.
Erin Robbins: I don’t think he’s going to show up. Pity, when Doctor Remus is so willing to help him out.
Micayle raises the microphone to his lips, a visible sneer on his face as he faces the WCFTron. The crowd is buzzing in confusion at the entire situation.
Micayle: Disappointing. Truly disappointing. I should have expect—
But before he could even complete his sentence, ALL the lights in the arena shut down simultaneously, and the crowd pops at the occurrence.
Zach Davis: WOAH! What’s happening right now!
Erin Robbins: I… I don’t know! I can’t see much either, but w-w-wait! Look at the entrance ramp! There seems to be someone there!
Zach Davis: Could it be! Could it be Mark Dillinger?
And then, all of a sudden, a piercing shriek breaks through the arena.
Erin Robbins: What the hell was that!?
The screen echoes throughout the arena, followed by the sound of rapid gun fire. This continues for a few seconds, before a deathly silence falls upon the crowd. Almost immediately, the lights in the New Orleans Arena go back on, and Mark Dillinger steps out on the stage, holding a microphone in his hand. As everyone’s eyes slowly adjust back to the glare, a HUGE ROAR OF SURPRISE resonates around the entire place, nearly blowing the roof off!
Zach Davis: Wait a minute… Mark Dillinger… I knew he’s a familiar face! That’s no soldier suffering from PTSD, that’s NATHAN VON LIEBERT!!!
Erin Robbins: NvL! The former WCF World Champion! We haven’t seen him since War, where he lost the title! Oh my god! War! Could it be one of his sadistic personalities hidden in his brain again, that made him think he’s a soldier?
Zach Davis: It could be! But oh my god, what a change that has come across the man! Whatever happened to him!
Indeed, as the camera focuses on Mark Dillinger intently, one can clearly see a different side of the man who once terrorised the halls of the federation. He has lost a significant amount of weight, and his once unruly hair has been shaved to a buzz cut. Army fatigues clothe him now, but most significantly - where once his red hand was, only a dead stump remains.
Erin Robbins: I don’t understand! Whatever happened to him? And why is he asking Doctor Micayle for help all of a sudden?
Without a single word, Dillinger makes his way down the ramp, his head tucked down away from all the starstruck eyes that are staring at him at this current moment. He walks quickly, before rolling into the ring and standing up to face the Scientist. The two men exchange stares, as a dumbfounded Micayle slowly approaches Dillinger. His eyes rove around the former WCF champion, clearly in a state of shock as well. It is Dillinger that first breaks the silence.
Mark Dillinger: Doctor… I called, and you agreed to help.
Still taken aback by the sudden swerve of events, Micayle can do little but to nod. Emboldened, Dillinger started talking.
Mark Dillinger: And for that, I gotta thank you. I mean, I was so afraid you’d turn me down, leave me to solve my own problems. I had been let down too often already. My family had never been there for me and my friends disappeared when my achievements had. And the others, the doctors, the soldiers, the patriots who supported everything we did . . . they didn’t know what I was going through. They had never done what I done. They had never gotten as high as I got. And yet they told me they understand how I felt. But they don’t, they DON’T!
Mark shakes his head forcibly, beating his stump against his skull in frustration.
Mark Dillinger: They don’t have the voices in their head like I do! They haven’t lost everything like I have! That’s my problem, doc, the problem that the voices keep reminding me of. I didn’t just lose my hand or my prestige, doc; I lost everything, and I cannot get it back. The voices know that. I know that.
Mark looks back at Micayle, his stump running across his cheek.
Mark Dillinger: So I’m not here for that, doc. I want something else. I want to fill a void in my life that I lost in that explosion. I want to help you.
Mark drops to his knees, looking up at Micayle with pleading eyes.
Mark Dillinger: Your quest to educate the masses in the beauty of science is a noble cause. Science truly represents the future, something that I desperately need in my life. So I beg you, doc. Let me join you, doc. Fill the hole in my life with science!
At that, Micayle’s jaw visibly dropped. And judging by the reaction from the live audience and the commentators, they are equally in shock as well.
Zach Davis: WHAT!? Am I hearing things? Dillinger wants to join Micayle in his… crazy crusade!? Whatever happened to the NvL of the past!?
Erin Robbins: Ho ho! Seems that even Dillinger is aware of how great the Scientist is! Even he wants his help!
The buzzing crowd can no longer contain its excitement and starts jeering at that.
Crowd: DON’T JOIN HIM! DON’T JOIN HIM! DON’T JOIN HIM!
Zach Davis: Yes! What they say! Don’t do it!
Micayle stares at Dillinger for several long moments, before responding.
Erin Robbins: WHAT!?
The crowd pops. It’s Dillinger who is in a state of confusion now. Micayle, now donning that sardonic icy-thin grin on his face, starts talking.
Micayle: I have no respect for you whatsoever. I don’t know who you think you are, Mister Second Lieutenant, but right here in this federation, I only answer to people who are respectable. You… are most definitely not. I called you out tonight not to help you with your issues, Dillinger, but to find out what kind of person you are. And now that I’ve finally met you face-to-face… I know for sure that you are someone that I am never going to associate myself with.
He points a finger rudely into Dillinger’s crestfallen face.
Micayle: I mean, look at you! You look like a homeless eccentric! You want me to lower myself to YOUR level and help you? Ha! Forget it!
Micayle lets out another chuckle before pushing past Dillinger to exit the ring. The crowd jeers loudly at that.
Zach Davis: What an ass. What an ass this man truly is. I have no words to describe my feelings towards him, that’s for sure.
Erin Robbins: It’s his right as the Scientist! Dillinger wanted help, he didn’t get it. End of story. Goodbye, and sayonara!
Zach Davis: I age— WOAH! Look at Dillinger!
Mark Dillinger: No!
Mark shakes his head, slamming his stump onto the mat repeatedly.
Mark Dillinger: Shut-up! You lied to me! You told me he would say yes. You said he would help me, but you were wrong.
The sudden outburst stops Micayle for a moment, but he only shakes his head in disgust. He turns away to leave, but freezes as Mark releases a familiar burst of laughter.
Mark Dillinger: You think that’s it, huh? You think he’s jealous of me? Jealous because I was better than him. Because I am better than him.
Suddenly, the audience roars in appreciation as a furious Dillinger charges towards Micayle, just as the champ was turning around! Caught unaware, the United States champion is tackled to the mat and taken down, as a raving Dillinger rains blow after blow upon the man. Several strikes hit Micayle, before he eventually recovers in time to fend for himself. The two roll about on the canvas, hitting each other as hard as they possibly can, and the fans are utterly loving it.
Erin Robbins: What is happening! Stop, stop!
Zach Davis: Seems that Dillinger won’t take no for an answer! He truly believes that Micayle is the only one capable of helping him, and he is willing to do whatever it takes to obtain that help!
The pair are still caught in a clinch, as each man tries desperately to take the other one down. All of a sudden, “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell blasts through the speakers, and WCF Commissioner Eric Price comes running out from the back.
Eric Price: Hey, hey! Stop that! Right now!
His words fall on deaf ears, as the duo continue striking at one another with a ferocity almost unseen in the ring tonight. Punches, elbows, and knees are flying everywhere, and the crowd is loving it.
Eric Price: Hey! I said, stop that! As WCF Commissioner, I order the two of you to halt!
Micayle and Dillinger finally break loose from one another, panting heavily and staring daggers at one another. The crowd boos loudly at having the brawl broken up, but neither of the three wrestlers are paying the audience any heed at this point in time. On the ramp, Eric Price is besides himself.
Eric Price: Doctor Micayle, this was supposed to be a civilised meeting between yourself and Mark Dillinger, but no doubt the both of you are unable to contain yourselves. Fine! If the two of you want to get your hands on one another so badly, so be it! Have yourselves a fight! Beat the hell out of each other if you want! Get me a referee right now so that the two of them can settle their differences in the ring!
The crowd ERUPTS at that announcement. Meanwhile, a match official is emerging from the back and dashing down the entrance ramp. He enters the squared circle and immediately calls for the bell to be rung. Satisfied, Eric Price turns backstage and struts off.
Zach Davis: Woah! It seems that we are having ourselves an impromptu bout! What a night we are having here in New Orleans tonight!
Erin Robbins: Look out Doctor!
The two men take only a moment to absorb the news before they turned to the task at hand. They circle one another, both moving with a grace that marks them as experienced fighters. Micayle calls for a test of strength, a smug look on his face as he wiggles the fingers of both hands. Mark, still fueled by his rage, charges Micayle, hoping to take the man down with a shoulder in the abdomen. Micayle, with his substantial size advantage, caught Mark, hooking one arm around his neck while raining down clubbing blows onto his back with the other. Dillinger arches his back in pain, but doesn’t relinquish his grip. Micayle drags the man back into the corner, shifting from strikes to upward knees. Most connect with Dillinger’s torso, but one stray strike connects with his face, putting a temporary end to his struggling.
Zach Davis: Nathan hasn’t been in a WCF ring in over four months, and his rust is definitely showing tonight.
Erin Robbins: Show some compassion, Zack. You couldn’t stand up to the Doctor with both hands, and Mark is fighting hard with only one.
Micayle shifts Mark’s head from his side to between his legs. He locks his hands around the man’s waist, and lifts him up into the powerbomb position.
Zach Davis: Remus is going for the Doctor Bomb, hoping to end this match early.
Erin Robbins: But Mark counters!
Mark grabs onto the top rope as he’s lifted up, locking on tight! Before Micayle can react to this change, Mark nails him between the eyes with his stump, stunning the big man. Two more clubbing blows are enough to loosen the man’s grip. Dillinger lands flat on his back, looking up at the champ who was clutching at his forehead. He kicks out with a foot at Micayle’s knee, buckling the big man. Rolling up, Dillinger proceeds to spike the champ’s head into the mat, transitioning to a quick pin.
Zach Davis: Despite taking repeated head shots from a bonafide club of bone, Remus was still able to put a foot on the rope!
Erin Robbins: Both men are showing their experience with their in-ring awareness.
Micayle rolls onto his hands and knees, pushing himself back to his feet. Dillinger reaches his feet first, though, proceeding to lay down rough stomps to the side of the champ’s head. They’re not enough to keep the big man down, though. The smug look was gone from Remus’ face as he turned to face Dillinger. The smaller man charges at him, only to bounce Micayle’s dropped shoulder. Dillinger pops back up and tries again, only to fail a second time. Once on his feet again, Mark charges one final time, only to be sidestepped by the big man. Mark stops short of the ropes, with Micayle close on his heels. Dillinger grabs onto the ropes, attempting to pull it down so the champ would fly over it. With only one hand, though, he couldn’t pull the rope far enough down, earning him a knee against the side of his head from the champ instead.
Zach Davis: What an impact!
Dillinger falls between the top and middle rope onto the apron, followed closely behind by Micayle. The champ pulls his downed opponent up by his head, and throws his arm over his shoulder. With a slight heave, Micayle proceeds to suplex Dillinger onto the hard, unforgiving apron.
Erin Robbins: It pales in comparison to that one, Zack! Doctor Micayle is giving the former champ a nice welcome back to the WCF.
Instead of rolling to the floor for a respite, Dillinger rolls back into the ring. A mistake, as Micayle comes crashing down on top of him with a Springboard Splash, a move rarely seen by the big man. Hooking both legs, Micayle tries to finish this match.
Zach Davis: Despite everything Micayle throws at Dillinger, he still kicks out.
Micayle rises to his knees, looking down at Dillinger, who was on his side now. The champ reaches down, grabbing Dillinger’s shoulder with the intent to put him on his back again. An elbow to the face from Dillinger’s free arm prevents this, enraging the big man in the process. Micayle begins wailing on Dillinger with two-handed strikes. The ferocity of the blows brings the referee down upon him, with a five count that Micayle abides by at four. The champ rises to his feet, backing away, allowing Dillinger to rise to his feet. He’s barely on his feet, though, before Micayle charges him again. This time, though, it’s the champ who hits the mat as Dillinger leaps up with a standing dropkick that connects squarely with his chin.
Erin Robbins: Seems like Mark played basketball before he joined the military.
Dillinger shoots the rope as Micayle hits the mat. On the rebound, Dillinger comes back with a sick bicycle kick against the skull of the champ. Micayle lays on the mat, dazed, allowing Dillinger to scale the turnbuckle. He stands up, as the crowd gets loud, but Micayle rolls out of the ring before Dillinger can perform his intended move. Micayle makes the mistake of turning his back from the man for a moment. When he turns back to his opponent, Micayle is taken to the concrete with a lariat.
Zach Davis: A vicious move from Dillinger. He needs to capitalize on this.
The referee is calling for the competitors to return to the ring, a call that Dillinger quickly jumps at. He climbs onto the apron, exchanging a few words with the referee before waving him off. He then grips the top rope, testing it.
Zach Davis: I think Mark Dillinger is trying to do a springboard, but he’s having difficulty.
Erin Robbins: Can you blame him? You never realize just how hard some of this stuff is until you try to do it with one hand.
Zach Davis: He’s testing it. He’s up! Moonsault!
Erin Robbins: Too late, though! The hesitation allowed Micayle to recuperate. He rolled out of the way!
Dillinger crashes onto the concrete, instantly clutching at his ribs. By this point, the referee had begun his ten count, something Micayle was quick to notice. The champ slowly rises to his feet, Dillinger stirring beside him.
Micayle is on his feet, Dillinger close to it.
Micayle is clambering onto the apron, with Dillinger close on his heels.
The pair are both standing on the apron, but neither step in to break the count. They’re trading blows back and forth
Micayle is gaining the upper hand with his precise strikes.
Dillinger suddenly blasts him with a stiff right hook.
Dillinger shifts Micayle, and much to the crowd’s shock, he takes them both back to the outside with a Russian Leg-Sweep!
Zach Davis: Both men are motionless on the outside. Neither man is going to make it into the ring in time!
The referee calls for the bell, just as both men are about to stir.
Kyle Steel: The following contest has ended in a Double Count-Out!
The last thing viewers see before this goes to commercial is the two men staring at each other on the ground staring at one another, breathless and speechless.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system again as the New Orleans crowd gives a mixed reaction of cheers and boos, mostly boos as Eric Price steps out from the backstage area onto the entrance ramp, with a briefcase in hand. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp as he surveys the crowd and gestures for someone to come out from behind.
Zach Davis: And looks like our commissioner is back and he’s going to address the Lilith situation but … he’s asking for someone.
Suddenly, a squad of security starts coming out from the backstage area as Eric continues to walk down the entrance ramp quite confidently as the security follows him down to the ring.
Zach Davis: And looks like the commissioner is not coming alone as he’s got a bevy of security following him.
Erin Robbins: This situation is going to be explosive as Mr. Price earlier tonight commented he was going to do what he should have done a long a time ago. What does that mean, Zach?
Zach Davis: I don’t know. Many have speculated that plans have called for suspension, a hefty fine, some have even stated that termination is in the cards.
Erin Robbins: What about Sarah Twilight’s provisions?
Zach Davis: According to Eric Price, as Lilith breached her contract, any provisions she may have come up with upon her sale of WCF are irrelevant so we’ll have to wait and see what happens.
Eric asks for a microphone and stands in the center of the ring as he asks the security to flank around all sides of the ring, 3 guards per side as his music dies down.
Eric Price: Well, I know there has been plenty of speculation in the dirt sheets as well as all over social media about what I would do to Lilith here tonight live from New Orleans!
Crowd cheers at the mention of their city as Eric chuckles for a moment
Eric Price: You say that like you’re proud to live in this cesspool!
Crowd boos as Eric smirks at them
Eric Price: Before I get to the main course, let me show you all this.
Eric opens the briefcase and pulls out the WCF Internet Title, in tact
Zach Davis: What the hell? But I thought the title was smashed up.
Eric Price: Yes, this is the real WCF Internet Title. It seems the one I found last Thursday was a replica belt that was smashed. The real one was later recovered and is here in my hands so rest assured the WCF Internet Title is in perfect condition. Needless to say, Lilith is of course still stripped of it and she’s not getting this title back. A new champion will be crowned on the next edition of WCF Wednesday Night!
Eric puts it back in the briefcase and locks the briefcase asking one of the producers to take it back to his office
Eric Price: Nevertheless, as the title is now safe, without further ado, I am requesting the presence of Lilith in this ring right now! No music, no fanfare, Lilith, come down to this ring right now!
Lilith appears on the top of the entrance stage to some of the loudest boos heard in the evening as the crowd starts chanting as she walks down slowly toward to the ring a look of fury on her face
Crowd: Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye! Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye!
Zach Davis: And this crowd I think already speculating on Lilith’s immediately and long term future.
Erin Robbins: How can they be so gleeful about someone else’s misfortune?
Eric Price: Come on Lilith, tonight please. Tick-tock!
Lilith steps through the security as Eric asks them to allow her through, she steps into the ring and looks incredibly furious at Eric Price as Eric smirks at her with a gleeful look in his eyes as he asks for another microphone for Lilith.
Eric Price: This … this is great.
The crowd continues chanting.
Crowd: Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye!
Eric Price: And looks like the WCF fans are forecasting your future here Lilith. Honestly, what the hell were you thinking renouncing the WCF Internet Title and no showing your match on Wednesday? As I am a fair man, I am going to give you a chance to speak your peace. So go ahead before I get on with what needs to happen.
Lilith simply stares a hole right through Eric Price with great anger in her eyes
Lilith: Fuck you Eric Price!
Eric smirks at Lilith as he expected this reaction
Eric Price: That’s all you have to say? Fine then. You’ve made my job easier. I guess I have no choice but to…
As Eric is going to proceed, all of a sudden “The Only One” by Evanescence starts playing over the speaker system as Eric looks on surprised as Sarah Twilight quickly starts walking down the entrance ramp!
Eric Price: Now hold on a second … SARAH … YOU STOP RIGHT THERE! STOP I SAID!
Sarah continues on walking down the entrance ramp
Eric Price: SECURITY! Grab her!
About 8 or 9 of the security guards swarm on her and grab hold of her to keep her contained
Eric Price: Look, I contemplated firing you both Sarah Twilight and Lilith, I really did but I’m not going to do so.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: What?
The guards let Sarah go at Eric’s order as she slowly comes into the ring with a puzzled look on her face
Eric Price: I know many of you expected me to fire Lilith and Sarah Twilight out here tonight but I’m not going to do that because it’s not fair.
Eric Price: Now hold on a second, I know it’s not the popular decision but it’s not fair of me to fire both Lilith and Sarah Twilight when both have not done something wrong. However with that in mind, Lilith, you breached your contract. And I’m going to say this with great pleasure. Lilith, you are hereby stripped of the WCF Elite Title and one more thing … YOU’RE FIRED!
Crowd cheers loudly
Sarah looks on angrily at the decision as Lilith seems to lose it but before she can hit Eric Price, Eric dodges her and hits her with a reversal of fortune leaving her laid out in the ring. He then quickly slides out of the ring ordering his security to drag Lilith out of the arena as they also struggle to restrain Sarah Twilight!
Eric Price: Get that piece of trash out of my ring!
Crowd: Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye!
Eric Price: Come on everyone, nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey, goodbye! Nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah nah, hey hey … GOODBYE!
Eric Price smiles as the crowd cheers Lilith’s firing and Sarah is beside herself as she goes along with Lilith who is being dragged out by security toward the back as “You Know My Name” starts playing over the speaker system again.
Eric Price: Oh and hey Lilith, best of luck in all of your future endeavors!
Zach Davis: So Lilith is fired? Not unexpected, she did breach her contract.
Erin Robbins: And with a Reversal of Fortune to boot. Certainly not a good day for Lilith but definitely a good day for the commissioner as he laid the law down and is clearly telling people that neither he nor the WCF will be disrespected.
We come back from commercial and are taken to the backstage area, where once again the cameraman is racing through the hallways. The cameraman rounds a corner and has to hit the brakes to avoid running head on into Logan. Logan raises his hand like he's about to bitch slap the cameraman and he turns, banging the camera into the wall. The camera drops to the floor as Logan shakes his head and continues down the hall.
Logan: Sometimes it's just too easy with these boudles.
The cameraman quickly picks his camera back up and hurries after Logan as a backstage official races up to Logan.
Backstage Lackey: LO-
Logan: Outta my way! I gotta drain the main vein.
Logan starts to push the door to the bathroom open when he stops and takes a step back. He looks at the official and points at the door.
Logan: Take a peek in there, will ya?
The backstage lackey nods his head and cautiously pushes the door open. Logan gives his backside a solid push with his foot, sending the lackey stumbling into the bathroom.
Logan: Hurry up!
Seconds pass and the door is pushed back open. The lackey holds the door open and waves Logan in.
Backstage Lackey: The place is empty.
Logan pushes his way past the lackey and approaches the urinal as the cameraman steps into the bathroom and stands beside the lackey. Both wait by the door as Logan starts his business.
Logan: Seriously? I know I'm a big shot but is the TMZ treatment necessary?
Neither man makes a move until Logan starts to turn to send a stream their way. They quickly race out into the hallway just in time as Logan turns back to the urinal.
Backstage Lackey: That's it! I don't get paid enough for this bull crap.
The lackey turns and walks away from the bathroom door. As he rounds the corner at the end of the hallway, he can be heard screaming as he's yanked out of view. The cameraman quickly heads down the hallway to see what's going on but only finds a hot dog vendor around the corner. The vendor holds up a hot dog to the cameraman, who turns back around and heads for the bathroom. Logan comes out into the hallway and heads toward the camera.
Logan: Still? All right, make it snappy I got a match to get to.
The cameraman starts to ask a question as they round the corner but is cut off when Logan pushes past him and heads right for the hot dog vendor.
Hot Dog Vendor: Ah! Mister Logan! How's my number one customer?
Logan: Oh, you know. So many boudles, never enough time.
Hot Dog Vendor: Ah, yes, yes. Okay, I get you your usual. On the house.
As Logan waits for the vendor to get his order together, he fails to notice a door behind him slowly opening. The cameraman turns to see Oblivion standing in the doorway with the backstage lackey unconscious and thrown over his shoulder. A referee appears behind Oblivion with a ring bell in his hand and a noticeably bloody nose. Oblivion looks into the camera and raises a finger to his lips. Oblivion then gives a signal to the referee, who in turn raises the bell and strikes it thrice.
DING! DING! DING!
Oblivion quickly hoists the lackey up off his shoulder into a military press as Logan raises his head and looks at the vendor. The look on his face is all Logan needs to know that what is about to come won't be fun. Logan shakes his head and turns around. With a roar, Oblivion tosses the lackey toward Logan. Logan ducks the flying body and it crashes into the cart and the vendor. Foot long wieners fly into the air as Logan rushes at Oblivion, driving him backward into the wall. Logan with some quick shots to the body but they barely faze Oblivion as he wraps an arm around Logan's neck. Oblivion now with forearm shots across the back as he pushes himself forward off the wall before snapping off a suplex that drives Logan's back into the wall. The vendor finally gets his fallen cart off of him and gets to his feet.
Hot Dog Vendor: My cart! You wrecked my cart you big dumb animal!
Oblivion grabs the hot dog vendor by his collar and lifts him up off the ground.
Oblivion tosses the vendor up against the wall, reaches down and grabs a handful of hot dogs and then jams them into the open mouth of the vendor. Logan is up behind the monster and he tries to throw on a sleeper hold. It's not very effective. Oblivion running Logan backward into the wall and then elbows him in the gut. Logan's doubled over and Oblivion grabs him by the head before smashing it backward against the wall. Logan now grabbing the back of his head as Oblivion stands the hot dog cart back upright and then steers it toward Logan.
Oblivion: CHOO CHOO BITCH!
Oblivion drives the cart straight into the gut of Logan, pinning him to the wall. Oblivion now repeatedly pulling the cart back only to push it straight back into Logan's gut. Finally Oblivion relents after one final drive and Logan flops forward onto the cart. Oblivion grabs him by the hair, pulls his face up off the cart and then smashes it back down. The cart rolls forward and Logan flops to the ground. Oblivion with the pin attempt but the referee isn't counting.
Oblivion: YOU! COUNT!
Referee: You gotta get him to the ring Oblivion! This isn't falls count anywhere!
Oblivion let's out a roar of disgust and gets to his feet, dragging Logan up with him. Oblivion now trying to throw Logan up on his shoulder when Logan catches him with a European uppercut. Logan now grabbing Oblivion by the head and he leads him down the hallway. Oblivion shoves Logan's arm off of him and the two tangle up. Back and forth they go until Logan gets the upperhand by kicking Oblivion in the kneecap. Oblivion drops down to one knee and Logan follows up with an Enzuigiri to the back of the head. Oblivion's down as Logan finally has a second to catch his breath.
Referee: You gotta get him to-
Logan: SHUT UP! I KNOW WHAT I HAVE TO DO YOU BOUDLE!
Logan with a few stomps to the back of Oblivion's head before he looks around to find anything he can use to get Oblivion to the ring. He's about to give up hope when he spots another backstage lackey pushing a cart of food toward the catering area. Logan runs him down and tosses him to the side before stealing the cart. Oblivion is starting to get back up as Logan picks up speed, hops on the bottom rail and rides it like a kid on a shopping cart straight into the back of Oblivion. Down goes the big man as the cart rumbles over him and Logan hops off. Oblivion holding his back as Logan pulls him back up to his feet. He clears the food off the top of the cart and pushes Oblivion on top.
Logan: WHICH WAY?
The referee points to the right and Logan takes off with the referee trying to keep up behind them. Logan hangs another right and then a left. Time passes and it's obvious that they aren't anywhere near the curtain to the ring.
Logan: YOU SAID IT WAS THIS WAY!
Referee: I THOUGHT IT WAS!
Oblivion starts to move on the cart so Logan stops the cart to throw a few punches at his head. Oblivion ends up rolling off the cart and to the floor. Logan tries to pull him back up when Oblivion fights him off with a right hand to the gut. Oblivion now with right hand after right hand, sending Logan reeling. Oblivion now grabbing Logan by the head and he delivers a mighty headbutt that drops the champ. Logan hits the concrete and tries to pop back up but Oblivion cuts him off with a knee to the side of the head. Again Logan tries to pop back up but Oblivion puts him in a headlock before running toward the wall. Oblivion lets go at the last second and Logan ends up crashing into the wall head first. Logan stays up on his feet but he's out of it as Oblivion pulls the cart up behind him and then throws Logan on top. Oblivion now pushing the cart down the hall as the referee and cameraman run behind him. All three round a corner when suddenly a door opens in front of the cameraman and he collides with it. The feed goes black as we switch back to Zach and Erin at the announce table.
Zach Davis: So that was the last time I accidentally kissed a guy.
Erin Robbins: I still don't get how it was an accident.
Zach Davis: It was New Years! And I was, uh, drunk. You know, really, really drunk.
Erin Robbins: Did his beard tickle?
Zach Davis: A little. I mean, no! I don't even remember if he had one.
Erin Robbins: Well as Zach tries to remember his ill fated love...
Zach Davis: Wait! What?
Erin Robbins: I'm being told that another cameraman has caught up with the action.
We switch backstage in time to see Oblivion and Logan rolling on the ground throwing punches beside the tipped over cart. Logan finally gets control of Oblivion and drives a few elbows into his face. Logan now up to his feet and he sees the curtain not too far off so he grabs Oblivion by the feet and starts to drag him toward it. Oblivion trying to get his legs free but Logan keeps on pulling. Oblivion now reaching out for anything and ends up grabbing hold of a tray from the cart. Oblivion chucks it at Logan's head and hits him in the face. Logan ends up dropping Oblivion's legs and the big man rolls over before getting up. Logan tries to slap on a headlock but Oblivion shoves him off. Oblivion now charging straight at Logan and catches him with a football tackle like spear that lifts Logan up onto his shoulder. Oblivion not slowing down one bit as he rushes straight through the curtain and out onto the stage. The crowd explodes as Oblivion emerges and slams Logan onto the stage.
Erin Robbins: And after a brutal fight backstage these two have finally made their way out here.
Zach Davis: Do you think anyone actually heard that part about-
Erin Robbins: Quiet Zach, there's a match going on.
Oblivion up to his feet and he pulls Logan up with him. Oblivion now leading Logan down the ramp before pushing him up against the side of the ring. The referee slides in under the bottom rope, expecting this match to finally end up in the ring but Oblivion decides to keep the fight going on outside. Oblivion pulling Logan away from the ring only to whip him toward the ring post. Logan connects with the post and ends up slumped against it. Oblivion now pulling up the ring apron and he pulls out a chair. Logan struggling to keep himself standing as Oblivion approaches him, chair in hand, and winds up for a swing. Logan somehow ducks the chair shot at the last second and Oblivion connects with the post. Logan down on his knees as Oblivion drops the chair and he catches him with a low blow. Oblivion now dropping to his knees as Logan grabs the chair from the ground and smacks it into the side of Oblivion's head.
Zach Davis: What a shot! Did you hear that impact?
Logan tosses the chair to the side and starts to pull himself up when Oblivion sits up.
Erin Robbins: How is Oblivion even conscious after that chair shot?
Zach Davis: Well they don't call him a Monster for nothing.
Oblivion pushing himself up to his feet as Logan rifles off a kick to his legs. Logan now with a series of kicks to the legs but Oblivion is refusing to go down. From out of nowhere Logan goes for the Impact Style but Oblivion somehow manages to catch him mid-backflip and powerbomb him to the ground.
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! <clapping> THAT WAS AWESOME! <more clapping>
Oblivion now again going under the ring as he pulls out a table and slides it into the ring. Logan is still rolling around on the ground when Oblivion pulls him up to his feet and pushes him into the ring under the bottom rope. Oblivion slides into the ring and goes for the pin attempt.
No, Logan gets the shoulder up at two as Oblivion rolls off of him. Oblivion back up to his feet as he picks up the table and gets to setting it up. Logan now trying to get back up to his feet as Oblivion finishes setting up the table and turns around. Oblivion starts to go after Logan when he stops and instead rolls out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: What in the world is Oblivion doing?
Oblivion again goes under the ring and ends up pulling out a bottle of lighter fluid.
Zach Davis: Uh oh!
Oblivion sliding back into the ring as Logan has finally gotten back upright. Oblivion drops the bottle of lighter fluid and kicks Logan squarely in the gut. Oblivion now with a quick DDT and he drops Logan square on his head. Oblivion back up to his feet and he grabs the lighter fluid before heading toward the table. Oblivion pops off the cap and begins spraying a copious amount all over the table. Once the bottle is empty Oblivion throws it to the side and then reaches into his shorts and pulls out a book of matches. He strikes one, lights the entire book and then tosses it onto the table, causing it to ignite. Oblivion turns back to Logan and pulls him up to his feet. Oblivion now setting Logan up for a powerbomb and he lifts him up. From out of nowhere Logan begins to fight back, rifling right hands into the face of Oblivion. Logan ends up dropping down to his feet and tries for a suplex. Oblivion blocks it and fights back with a knee to the gut. Oblivion now lifting Logan up for a suplex and he holds him in the air.
Erin Robbins: This doesn't look good for the champ!
Oblivion lets out a roar and then plants Logan through the flaming table with a front suplex. Logan can be heard screaming from under the flaming wood as the referee rushes to try and help him. Oblivion ends up shoving the referee out of the way and pulls Logan out himself. Oblivion with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: WE HAVE A NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
"Breath" hits the speakers as the referee hurries to check on Logan, who's got singe marks all over his chest, stomach and neck. Oblivion rolls out of the ring and grabs the Hardcore Title from Kyle Steel as medics rush to put out the flames and tend to Logan.
Erin Robbins: After a brutal ending to this match, Oblivion has once again regained the Hardcore Title. What a showdown between these two!
Oblivion raises the Hardcore Title into the air from the ramp and then heads toward the back.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is a LEGEND. He'll have to go down as the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time after this, Erin, you can't deny that. Wow. And what a reign by Logan.
Erin Robbins: Don't forget, these two face each other in the Timebomb World Title match, too. This just heats things up!
All of a sudden, Seth shows up on the jumbotron!
Zach Davis: FINALLY, we've been waiting for this announcement all night!
Erin Robbins: What announcement? You don't know what he's going to say!
Zach Davis: It's gotta be for the Trilogy Cup! He promised!
Seth clears his throat as the crowd boos him.
Seth Lerch: I hope everyone enjoyed Logan versus Oblivion. It was one of the last hurrah's of the old guard; the parade of "former World Champions" that have plagued this company for too long. Much like I predicted... Logan just doesn't have it in him anymore.
Seth Lerch: The days of the Logan's, Oblivion's, and even the Waylon Cash's and Steve Orbit's are over. It's time for new blood.
Seth Lerch: So without further adieu, the Trilogy Cup Tournament matches taking place at Timebomb will be...
The following matches appear on the screen.
TRILOGY CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH
TRILOGY CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH
TRILOGY CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH
TRILOGY CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH
TRILOGY CUP WILDCARD ELIMINATION MATCH
The fans cheer, because.. yay matches!
Seth Lerch: Just as a reminder! The Trilogy Cup Tournament is a tournament spanning three separate PPVs: Timebomb, Explosion, and Aftermath. The winners from these matches face off at Explosion, and the finals take place at Aftermath. As for the Wildcard match, if any of the competitors in the main tournament are unable to compete at any PPV, the winner of the Wildcard match will take their place. SO YEAH, that's happening.
Seth Lerch: Also, it's about time we get some new Tag Team Champions, am I right?
Seth Lerch: So at Timebomb, we'll also have a Tag Team Titles match. The Wild Gangsters vs Jordan Caliban/Jordan Ciserano vs Denise D'Evil/Night Rider vs The Militia!
Zach Davis: Huge matches! What a show this is shaping up to be. One of these announced competitors will be getting a PPV World Title shot!
Erin Robbins: With this huge World Title match, too... hot damn.
Slam fades out to black with Seth's grinning face.