The opening riff to Adagio's "The Stringless Violin" resonates around the World Arena as almost instantaneously, the raucous Colorado crowd starts jeering loudly.
Zach Davis: What a din they are making here tonight! Our United States champion is making his way out, and it seems that they aren't taking too kindly to it at the moment!
Erin Robbins: Ridiculous how loudly they are making a fool out of themselves. Half of the people here are uneducated hicks anyways, but really? The bright minds amongst the sheep allowing this audio mess to continue on?
The noise increases in intensity as Doctor Remus Micayle finally emerges from the back, dressed in a smart-looking brown suit and tie, a slight smile on his face as the United States championship is draped over his shoulder. A microphone is in his hand as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring.
Erin Robbins: Such a magnificent specimen our United States champion truly is… the perfect mixture of looks, brawn, and brains. Why can’t you be like that Zach?
Zach Davis: I don’t know, but maybe if I had an ego the size of the Rockies I would resemble him a little then.
Erin Robbins: …rude.
Zach Davis: Indeed he is. Glad you are finally seeing that.
The Scientist struts to the centre of the ring as he lifts the microphone to his lips, his eyes darting about the crowd as he starts to deliver his message.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen.
Booing from the Colorado fans. Micayle raises an eyebrow in bemusement.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Not the most pleasant people in our great country, it seems. Not that I’m that surprised, the amount of weed one inhales on a daily basis probably resulted in this cranial defect I see in so many of you tonight.
More booing emerges. Several fans are on their feet, gesturing wildly at the arrogant figure in the ring.
Doctor Remus Micayle: But no matter. Tonight, I am out here early to deliver a lesson to all of you in your seats tonight. And for those who are tuning in to Sunday Night Slam, take heed as well. This is one lesson you won’t want to be missing. It’ll be an informative one.
Zach Davis: Oh boy.
Micayle starts to pace the ring, eventually stopping at the ropes closest to the WCFTron, raising out a hand and putting it on the top rope.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I think I have made this abundantly clear in the time that I have been your treasured and respected United States champion - the fact that I think that the country I am representing is the best one in the world. From our collection of natural artifacts to the number of technological marvels that our military experts have churned out over the years, I think it can truly be said that the good U S of A is the most recognized force in the world. Now, let it not be said that I am not progressive in my thinking, but the truth of the matter is that from food, to educational opportunities, to even entertainment… we are inferior to no one.
A mixture of cheers and catcalls break out in the stands.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Which is why… I have to comment on some of the inane attitudes of several professional wrestlers backstage. Now, I understand that the WCF is a global organisation and the suits up there employ a ‘Fair Talent’ policy - where they do not discriminate against race, religion, or political beliefs - in terms of their manpower management. However! There has been a growing trend of disrespect and plain fatuousness in the locker room which I simply cannot tolerate any longer! And after last week at Timebomb, I decided that enough was enough, and had to make a stand this week.
He takes a deep breath, before continuing.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Cormack MacNeill, I've noticed your rampage as of late. Associating yourself with the likes of Jordan Caliban and Ciserano to create trouble in this federation is the very least of anyone’s concerns - seeing that your group’s little antics have done nothing more than inconvenience anyone here thus far. But there’s one thing I cannot stand… and that is the fact that a Scottish-Canadian nook like yourself actually thinks that he can have full reign of this company and trod over anyone and everyone at his own whim. You know what buddy?
The Scientist points a finger at the WCFTron fiercely.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Not on my watch! As WCF United States champion, I hereby claim this federation back to whom it should rightfully belong to… THE AMERICAN PEOPLE! I order you to cease this nonsense you are conducting with the two Jordan's, and get back to the curtain-jerking matches you Canucks are famous for, eh?
A soft cheer goes up from the crowd, but the majority of the fans are booing heartily at Micayle’s outburst.
Zach Davis: What on earth has Micayle been drinking!? Colorado has been slowly turning in to a blue state over the years. His xenophobic ways are a thing of the past, and the liberal fans are definitely not going to like what he has just said! He might just have burned a bridge with the wrestling aficionados over here!
Erin Robbins: He’s doing all of us true Americans a civil right Zach! The Doctor is right! There have been an influx of foreigners in the company recently, and not all of them have been law-abiding. Take Cormack for example; the guy has been on a tear lately with all his Sequitus teammates! Our United States champion is just looking out for us!
Micayle smiles grimly, as he continues to point at the WCFTron.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I said I had something to tell you on Twitter earlier Cormack, and I wasn't lying. As United States champion, it is my responsibility to make sure the real citizens of this country benefit the most, and having a no-good, kilt-wearing, maple syrup-sipping loon like yourself taking away valuable opportunities from the good Americans in the ring is simply acceptable. I’m going to say this once, and only once.
He puffs up his chest in pride.
Doctor Remus Micayle: EITHER STAY HERE AND OBEY… OR GET OUT AND GO BACK TO CA—
But before he could complete his sentence, “Deeds Not Words” by Dropkick Murphys plays over the speakers, and the crowd goes wild!
Zach Davis: OH MY! It seems that Cormack MacNeill is not happy at what he just heard, and he is coming out to let Micayle have a piece of his mind!
Erin Robbins: Speak of the devil! That no-gooder is coming out to face his penance! Go on Doctor, tell the world about more of his crimes!
The fans cheer even LOUDER when MacNeill steps out from the back, dressed in his fighting attire and wearing an ugly expression on his face. He too is holding a microphone in his hand, and is staring pointedly at the man in the ring.
Cormack MacNeill: What's up Doc? The only disrespect I'm seeing around here is in that ring!
Cormack pauses as the fans cheer.
Cormack MacNeill: The lads and lassies in Colorado are some of the most friendly people I've run into in my travels. And as for the weed...well let's just say it's pretty good...
The fans cheer even louder.
Cormack MacNeill: You stand out here, ranting and raving about foreigners and your superior intellect, and Kilt-wearing, syrup-sipping loon is the best you can do? Jesus man, the crazy lady in the parking lot did a better job insulting me. If you're gonna insult me, don't pick two of my favorite things to accuse me of.
Cormack MacNeill: I hope you can wrestle better than you insult, but from what I've seen that's not the case either. You make a big deal out of being the United States champion. The man who wears that belt is stood up as a shining example of what the best of the United States looks like. That's not you. Better men and women have strapped that belt on. Even the two Prices were better than you.
The fans cheer loudly at this.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh.
Zach Davis: He just pissed off the champion! Just look at Micayle; he’s positively steaming!
Indeed, The Scientist’s face has turned a slight shade of crimson at Cormack’s remarks. Pointing an accusatory finger at the Canadian, Micayle screams in to the microphone.
Doctor Remus Micayle: So you think you are a funny man? HUH!? Well I’ll tell you what Cormack, you are going to regret those words. I’m going to crush your stupid friend Ciserano in our match tonight, and you aren’t going to be able to do anything but watch as he crumbles to pieces! And when I’m done with him, I’m going to teach you a lesson or two in respecting your superiors! You hockey-loving dunce, if you can back up your words, show me what your Loch Ness genes can do!
The United States champion starts pacing up and down in anger, his eyes never leaving Cormack. MacNeill however, shakes his head in slight amusement, before chuckling.
Cormack MacNeill: After Ciserano is done with you, there won't be enough left to make it a fair fight Doc. I've got a match tonight against two real wrestlers, not a couple Team Science fakes like you and Dillinger.
Cormack MacNeill: But after you recover from he ass-kicking that Jordan's going to give you, then I'll be happy to book you a ticket on the Glasgow Express
The fans cheer loudly.
Cormack MacNeill: I think Colorado is pretty fucking happy I stepped out here tonight. Otherwise they'd all be asleep by now, right!
Cormack MacNeill: Go out, have a good match, go for ice cream after. Call up that girl you've always wanted to talk to, see all the sights that this country has to offer. Dance like no one's watching Doc. But understand...that sooner or later you'll have to pay the piper!
Chuckling once more, MacNeill walks off backstage as “Deeds Not Words” start playing once more, ignoring both the cheers from the crowd as well as the venom-laden words from Micayle. The champion is fuming, and the crowd is absolutely loving it.
Zach Davis: Woah! It seems that the proud Canadian is not going to take Micayle’s insults lying down, and judging by the Doctor’s reactions in the ring, his tongue is almost as brutal as his blows in the ring! I have never seen Micayle so speechless before! It may be the start of a war between both parties, that’s what I’m telling ya!
Erin Robbins: What… ignominy by Cormack! I feel for the Doctor, I really do. I tell you what, Cormack better watch his back from now on. You do not like a pissed-off Remus Micayle, that’s what I can tell you.
The screen fades to black as Slam goes to commercial, as an enraged Micayle continues to pace the ring, muttering incomprehensible words under his breath.
The scene fades in on a very typical door to what appears to be a very typical locker room. Our cameraman opens up the door but can barely see anything. The room is pitch black with a single bright light coming from a candle in the middle of the room. A voice speaks.
Voice: Come closer. It's time for a little enlightenment.
The cameraman does as he is told and is rewarded by being barely able to make out the bald head of new WCF wrestler, Alexander Richards.
Alexander Richards: You see people, it's really quite simple. You only need one thing in life to truly live to the fullest. To truly succeed. What is that one thing you ask? I really shouldn't tell you. You don't deserve to know. Oh but what's the harm? You won't know what to do with my advice anyhow. The key to success is the complete and total lack of a conscience. Without it.. why you can do anything! But I'm not just here to enlighten the masses I'm also here to punish the stupid. And they don't come much stupider than this guy. I heard his statement and from what I can gather you made an open challenge. What a foolish decision that was. Jordan Young, you should never make open challenges. Because you just don't know who or what might accept them. I accept your challenge for a hardcore match. But unfortunately for you, it may just wind up being honouring the final wish of a dying man.
Suddenly the light switch in the room flicks on and Alexander is seen in all his glory. The man is very muscular with with disturbing tattoos up and down his arms. In his right hand he is holding a large black candle which was obviously supplying the light. He is wearing a black t shirt that says When You See God Tell Him I Sent You. He looks annoyed at the man who flipped the light switch, fellow newcomer James Herringbone. James takes a sip from the bloody Mary with an umbrella in a tall glass he is holding.
Alexander Richards: Was that really necessary?
James Herringbone: You were boring me.
Alexander Richards: Well let's see what I can do about that.
In a quick motion Alexander steps forward and drives the candle into the now screaming cameraman's face. The cameraman hits the ground in pain but the cameraman does not as Alexander catches it on the way down, almost as if he knew it was going to happen. He places it on a table then addresses James.
Alexander Richards: Did that excite you?
James Herringbone: Wasn't bad. But I think I can do better.
Alexander Richards: You probably could. But why bother. Hurting that poor pathetic excuse for a human being is like a child who tortures small animals. Anyone can do it. But why would you when there is much bigger game who thinks it can fight back.
James Herringbone: I don't disagree with you Alexander. On our own I'm sure we can cause a little damage.
Alexander Richards: I'm confident I can cause a lot of damage.
James Herringbone: That wasn't my point. The point is alone we can cause a certain amount of damage. But together we can cause a limitless amount of damage. Combined there is no telling what our twisted minds might come up with.
Alexander Richards: You know James I like how you think. I still don't particularly like you but I like how you think.
James Herringbone: Alexander you are an absolutely vile and disgusting individual. We are going to have so much fun together!
Alexander Richards: Yeah.. too bad anyone who gets in our path won't.
James and Alexander laugh and shake heads as our cameraman takes advantage of the distraction to grab his camera and sprint from the room before anything else can happen to him. James notices him just as he is leaving and tosses his bloody Mary at the wall just over his head. It smashes and the red alcoholic drink drips down the wall. Alexander notices and grins.
Alexander Richards: That's a beautiful sight. Too bad it isn't real.
James Herringbone: Oh it will be.
The cameraman takes the hint and is gone in a flash.
The screen goes snowy before it flickers and we see a close-up of a man in a pointy goatee with a sinister grin whisper...
"This Monster Lives"
Metallica's "Some Kind Of Monster" begins and Onyx walks out, arms in the air flashing the Devil Horns. The man in the red suit follows behind him as he walks to the ring. Onyx slides in the ring, climbs each set of turnbuckles, and again flashes the Devil Horns to the crowd and sticks out his abnormally long tongue. Onyx paces around the ring awaiting the bell.
The house lights dim and the crowd grows silent, but the silence is interrupted as a lightning bolt streams from the rafters and impacts into the titantron. A single spotlight shines on the stage and smoke begins to pour down from the titantron. This follows up with “Immortal" by Eve to Adam blasting throughout the PA system, then all of a sudden a lightning bolt strikes the stage as gold sparks begin to reign down in front of the entrance curtain and onto the stage...
Just then Jayden Thunder comes through the curtain and emerges from the sparks, with his gorgeous wife Marilyn Rayne in tow, the crowd erupts with boos and jeers but Jayden ignores them and looks confident as ever he began strutting down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: "And on his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by his wife, the "Godess" Marilyn Rayne, hailing from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 241 pounds, he is "The Fabled" and "The Immortal", JJJJJAAAYYDEN TTTTHHUNNNDERRR!"
Once he reaches the ring, he wastes no time sliding straight in, and as he reaches a vertical base he finds his way back to his respective corner and waits for the beginning of the match. Marilyn takes her spot on the outside of the ring and looks on. The referee motions to the time keeper, and he signals the start of the match with the ring bell.
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward, raising the Hardcore belt up in the process, and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring along with the title and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Zach Davis: This man is a WCF legend, Erin. He's a Hall of Famer. He's the only man on the roster that has been here since the very beginning. WCF might not exist without Logan.
Erin Robbins: Legends are born to die, Zach. And Logan will die one day.
Lupus Onyx runs at Logan right away, a man he's had a rivalry with for quite a while now. Logan sidesteps him and then hits him with a backhand chop. Onyx yells in pain before Logan drops him with a Neckbreaker. Logan stands back up and turns, only to be hit with a European Uppercut from Thunder. Logan kicks him, but Thunder catches it and hits a Dragonscrew Legwhip.
Zach Davis: That's one of Logan's favorite moves also, as well as a favorite of Logan's arch nemesis, Rick Mad.
Erin Robbins: Well it was executed perfectly by Thunder!
Thunder grabs Logan's leg and kicks it several times before wrapping it up in a Figure Four Leglock!
Zach Davis: An oldie but a goodie, Erin. If Thunder wears down the leg of Logan, Logan will be less likely to utilize his Impact Style, or leap to do the Connector.
However, after several moments it is broken up by Onyx. Onyx kicks Thunder off with a well placed kick to his head. He then picks Logan up and grapples him from behind.
Erin Robbins: German Suplex time!
But Logan is tired of people using some of his favorite moves against him. Logan elbows his way out of the German attempt before ducking a Clothesline from Lupus and hitting a huge German of his own!, into the bridge pin attempt!
NO!, Thunder breaks it up!
Zach Davis: Triple Threats are always dangerous when it comes to losing without being pinned, but Thunder was on top of it.
Thunder backs up as Logan gets to his feet and runs at him, taking him down with a One Handed Bulldog. Lupus is up next, he runs at Thunder but Thunder reverses it into a Tiltawhirl Backbreaker! Onyx stumbles up slowly and Thunder follows up with a Northern Lights Suplex into a pin!
No!, Logan is up and kicks Thunder off.
Erin Robbins: Maybe this isn't just a paycheck for Logan after all.
Logan lifts Thunder up and elbows him in the face several times before backing up and going for a Superkick. Thunder ducks it and lifts Logan up and over the top rope!, sending him spilling to the outside. Onyx is up too, and he runs at Thunder. Thunder uses his own momentum to lift him...
Zach Davis: IMMORTALIZED!
Thunder hits his Death Valley Driver! Into the pin!
Erin Robbins: Thunder wins it!
Thunder stands up and gets his arm raised as his music plays.
Scott Savage sits on the edge of a wooden bench in the middle of the locker room. He presses his fingers to his temples, as if trying to fight off a headache. He shakes his head back and forth, lettign out a low grunt, before turning his head toward the door. Chelsea enters. He looks up with an annoyed glare, but stays silent, electing to let her speak first.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: The guys told me you wanted to see me...
Scott Savage: Yeah... yeah I did... I really just have one question... what the fuck were you thinking? and I want a real answer. What in the world was going through your head?
While speaking, Scott stands to his feet, and moves toward Chelsea, so that he is looking down at her.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I...I thought it's what you wanted. I felt so bad for letting you down last week...I thought it'd make you happy with me...
Chelsea's gaze drops to the ground, as Scott stands there, unflinching.
Scott Savage: That is why you need to talk to me in situations like that. I wasn't mad at you until you pulled this stunt. You have drawn a huge, unwanted target on our backs, and we can't afford that right now... Look, I understand how you were feeling, I do, but you absolutely have to talk to me when you are planning something like this. Your actions don't just affect you anymore! What you do and say affects all of us. Understand?
She brings her head back up, giving him a look of sincere apology.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I understand, I'm sorry...ill try to make it right, I will. I promise, I won't mess up anymore.
Scott paces back away from her. When he turns around, he has a diabolical grin on his face.
Scott Savage: I think I know of a way you might be able to do that... providing you're willing of course.
She nods her head frantically.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Yes, yes of course. Anything for you, just say it.
Scott Savage: I want Seifer, and I'm no longer content waiting for him to come to me. I want you to bring him to me. Be subtle about it thought. Don't ask him, convince him, seduce him if you must, but I want him in S-PAC, and I won't take no for an answer... Can you do this for me, or are you going to disappoint me once more?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Seifer? But.. I...
He turns back away from her.
Scott Savage: If you can't do it, I'll find a way myself. I'm giving you this assignment because I think you'll do a good job, and I want to give you a chance to make-up to the entire team for your mistake. If you can't handle the responsibility, I can do it myself.
She runs up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: NO!....Sorry...no...it has to be me. I'll get him for you...I promise..I can handle it.
Scott spins around, his smile returning.
Scott Savage: I know you can, and I knew you would. You're a good little soldier Chelsea, and you will be rewarded greatly. Now go, we haven't a minute to waste.
Nodding, a look of slight concern comes over Chelsea's face as she turns and walks away from Scott.
As we come back from commercial, all eight men are already in the ring.
Zach Davis: Big battle royal here. With such a large roster, this is one big way to make an impact as you enter the company!
As the match starts, Zoe Mitchell and Bouchard run towards James Harringbone and Grimshaw Chapel, respectively. Both Harringbone and Chapel avoid their attacks and reverse them into Back Bodydrops, sending Mitchell and Bouchard flying over the top rope and to the outside!
Erin Robbins: Two eliminations already!
Jordan Young runs at the Ultimate Destroyer but stops short before Destroyer can toss him over the top. Young kicks Destroyer in the gut and DDTs him to the mat!
Zach Davis: Big move by this new hardcore wrestler, what a DDT.
Young gets back to his feet only to be tossed out by James Herringbone!
Erin Robbins: Young just got Boned. Herringboned, that is.
Herringbone is then attacked from behind by none other than Marilyn Rayne. Herringbone shrugs it off, however, and throws Rayne to the ropes before hitting a Snap Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: Oof!
Rayne hits the mat as Grimshaw grabs Herringbone and attempts to throw him out. Herringbone hangs onto the ropes and lands on the apron however. Grimshaw runs at him to knock him off, but runs right into a forearm. Herringbone reenters and hits a Roundhouse Kick to the back of Grimshaw's head!
Erin Robbins: And another oof!
Herringbone lifts Grimshaw up and goes for an early Fireman's Carry, but Grimshaw slips behind Herringbone and runs to the ropes. Herringbone turns around as Grimshaw Springboards and then hits a DDT!
Zach Davis: Beautiful DDT!
Grimshaw lifts Herringbone up and goes to throw him over the top... only for the Ultimate Destroyer to run up and toss Grimshaw over the top as he least suspected it!
Erin Robbins: Oh no! Out of nowhere!
Peter Quinn starts clubbing at the Ultimate Destroyer from behind. The Destroyer shrugs off these attacks, turns around and goes to punch him. Quinn ducks out of the way and knees Destroyer in the gut. He goes for a Dropkick, attempting to send Destroyer over the top, but Destroyer only stumbles back; he doesn't even fall. Quinn runs at the Destroyer, steps up..
Zach Davis: That move kills Fascists! He just hit a Shining Wizard!
Destroyer STILL won't go down! Quinn curses and runs at him again.
Erin Robbins: WORDS, WORDS, WORDS!, that's a CUTTER!
He indeed goes for a Cutter, but the Destroyer lifts him up before he can drop.. and tosses him over the top!
Zach Davis: There goes Peter Quinn!
Destroyer goes to turn, only for Herringbone to kick him and lift him up in that Fireman's Carry from earlier. Herringbone then throws Destroyer over the top rope to the outside!
Erin Robbins: Ultimate Destroyer eliminated! James Herringbone has been dominant so far, has he won it yet?
The answer is no, because as Herringbone turns, he gets hit with a Superkick!
Zach Davis: Marily Rayne out of nowhere!
That superkick, the Trinity Strike, sends Herringbone flying out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: MARILYN RAYNE WINS IT!
Zach Davis: Well, it was a chaotic match, and it could've been anyone's match I'd say. Marilyn celebrates in the ring as we go to commercial.
Zach Davis: Well what a show we’ve had so far Erin…
Erin Robbins: Indeed, and it’s going to get better considering what matches we have to look forward too.
Suddenly ‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system as Stacy Robinson walks out onto the stage with her newly acquired People’s Championship draped over her shoulder. She begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping the fans hands on the way.
Zach Davis: Well here comes the brand new People’s Champion…
Erin Robbins: I still think her victory over Jayson Price was a fluke…
Stacy places her title onto the ring apron before climbing up onto the apron and climbing through the ropes. She picks her title back up and places it over her shoulder and asks ring announcer, Kyle Steel for his microphone which he gladly hands to her as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Stacy Robinson: Well, last week didn’t exactly work out as I had planned unfortunately, and as a result of my loss to Chelsea Black Armstrong, I will not be advancing in the Trilogy Cup tournament, meaning any chances of becoming World Heavyweight Champion are now on hold for me…
The fans boo, not happy that Stacy is already out of the Trilogy Cup tournament. She then looks down at the championship draped over her shoulder.
Stacy Robinson: However, as you can see, all is not lost; at least on the championship side of things…this past Wednesday Night I faced Jayson Price for the People’s Championship, and I defeated him, thus winning my very first championship here in the WCF…
The fans cheer wildly and some begin chanting ‘first of many’ and that causes Stacy to laugh a little.
Stacy Robinson: I hope you’re right guys, I hope this is the first of many title reigns I have here in the WCF, and honestly, the fact the first title I have won here is called the People’s Championship, that means a lot to me because it’s you guys that are the reason why I do what I do…
The fans cheer wildly yet again as Stacy’s mood turns to a solemn one.
Stacy Robinson: Now I must get down to the main reason why I am out here tonight, as some of you may have seen reported on WCF.com earlier this week, my older brother, Paul, one of the WCF technicians, has gone missing. And what really pisses me off, is I know that he was kidnapped, and I know exactly who fucking kidnapped him!
Stacy then turns to the entrance stage.
Stacy Robinson: Chelsea! You evil bitch! Get out here right now and give me back my fucking brother! Because I swear if you don’t…you won’t need to worry your pretty little head about the Trilogy Cup tournament because I’ll make sure you aren’t able to fucking make it!
A moment of silence goes by as Stacy looks around at the crowd before back at the stage. Just as she goes to raise the microphone to her lips once again, the titantron comes to life as a black screen is seen as someone appears to be adjusting a camera. A sharp laugh is then heard as Chelsea comes into view.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Aww, little Stacy missing her big brother? Haha...well you did ask for it didn't you? I mean what woman in their right mind would allow a family member to work in this close proximity when you know of my past? You practically threw him into my arms, and oh so sweet and gullible…I see it runs in the family.
Anger appears to be rising in Stacy at the sound of Chelsea practically admitting to kidnapping her brother.
Stacy Robinson: Where is he? I know he is with you, you little bitch! Show me my brother!
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Oh well if you insist...but I must warn parents in the audience to shield the eyes of your youngsters.
Stepping back from camera view, the screen goes black again before a single spot light shows and Paul is sitting in the middle of the room tied to a chair as it looks as if blood is running out of the corner of his mouth. Behind the chair stands Scott Savage who looks forward not saying a word but watching his client as she leans down placing her ruby lips against Paul's cheek causing him to jerk away.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Still so shy, I must admit this one has been hard to break Stace...and he too knows all your colourful words, I see you've shown him that nifty little dictionary too.
A smirk settles against her lips as she walks beside Paul, letting her hands drape against his shoulders.
Stacy Robinson: You bitch! I swear if you hurt him at all I'll...
Chelsea Black Armstrong: You'll what Stace? You're not really in the position to be making threats right now hun…
The sick smirk plays on her lips as she lets her eyes look down at Paul as a metal blade catches the light, letting off a shine bringing attention to the fact a knife is being pressed against his neck. Stacy stops yelling as she looks almost pleading, causing Chelsea to laugh and smile as she nods.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: That's right bitch! Guess whose back in control now. Say sweet dreams, the nightmares only begun.
The screen goes black as Paul's scream blasts through the speakers before everything goes quiet and the WCF logo reappears on the screen leaving Stacy alone in the ring.
Zach Davis: I…don’t know what to say…
Erin Robbins: Me neither…
Suddenly Stacy screams at the top of her lungs as she slides out of the ring and kicks the steel steps over before grabbing the timekeeper and throwing him to the floor.
Zach Davis: Stacy’s completely flipped!
Erin Robbins: Somebody needs to restrain her…
She picks up the chair that the timekeeper was sitting on and throws it across the floor before heading over to the announce table.
Zach Davis: Uh oh, she’s coming over here Erin…
Erin Robbins: We better move…
Stacy rips the top of the announce table off and throws it onto the ground as Davis and Robbins quickly move away from their seats. Stacy pulls out the monitors and smashes them over and over onto the floor before she screams again and begins making her way around the ring and up the ramp to the back.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall, already present in the ring at this time, Hailing from Kalamazoo, Michigan, ROSCOE SHAME!
Erin Robbins: Had a good first outing at time bomb along with his opponent tonight Endorphin
Kyle Steel: Introducing next
Fuck The System by Cyberpunkers blast through the arena speakers. Endorphin walks out of the curtain, looking at the crowd. He stops in the middle of the ramp and flips off one of the fans behind the barricade before continuing.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring weighing in at 219 pounds, please welcome ENDORPHIN!
He walks up the steps and onto the turnbuckle, raising his arms in the air and flipping off the entire WCF audience. He jumps off and climbs on the ropes, giving another middle finger to the crowd again.
Zach Davis: Roscoe Shame wasting no time running up the ropes and german suplexing Endorphin to the mat!
The smaller more agile wrestler lands on his feet and crotch chops his opponent as he gets up. Shame thumps the mat and barrels into Endorphin forcing him back into the corner and starts peppering his torso with shots then three forearm smashes to the face, he brings him into the center and whips the smaller opponent into the ropes, he goes for a clothesline on the rebound but Endorphin rolls through and retreats to the outside of the ring with another crotch chop
Erin Robbins: This guy just doesn't know when to quit with the profanity and bullshit, GET IN THERE AND KEEP GETTING YOUR ASS KICKED!
Zach Davis: Erin Robbins voice of the people
Erin Robbins: Shut up
The big man tries for a baseball slide dropkick to the floor but endorphin moves and hits him with a superkick before he can place his feet on the ground and Shame lands flat on his face, Endorphin pops up on the ring apron and delivers a running 450 splash off of it to his floored oppoenent,
Zach Davis: WOW! Look at this guy
Erin Robbins: A top rope move down on the run off the apron right out here in front of us
He goes right upstairs looking for a diving leg drop
Zach Davis: he flies! He missed!
Shame rolls out of the way and backs up begging his opponent to his feet, he hauls him into a powerbomb position by the hair
Erin Robbins: RUNNING JACKKNIFE POWER BOMB!
Zach Davis: RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
Edorphin almost bounces out of the ring but tumbles forwads instead right into a huge spinning spinebuster. But no, he reverses it and runs at Shame...
Erin Robbins: SHAME TIME! Endorphin hits the Shame Time!
Endorphin goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: ENDORPHIN WINS IT!
Endorphin stands and gets his arm raised.
We open on Caliban standing in front of a dead rabbit back drop, he is wearing the Punkin Mask with his hood up so we can't see his face
Jordan Caliban: There has been a lot of talk of evil coming home to WCF, I have heard the whisperings of Shadows and the high talk of Vengeance and oblivion as they all play through the same forgotten rhetoric of what a monster really is, I am a monster, I am the real demon here. But you see I am not a god of darkness or Vengeance or the all consuming end as these old "mythical legends" believe they are because its what you all need, no I am a demon of mercy and opportunity, not here to just destroy and take what I want and what we in Sequitus need but instead we will rebuild this place in the right image, OUR IMAGE!
He adjusts his mask pulling it up just enough to smoke the joint he lights
Jordan Caliban: Time is the last Bastion of true free will and we all have to make the personal choice of how to spend it, some people will live crappy lives with crappy wives and big jobs that only go to show what they wanted to be not who they turned out, to be. But Vengeance this is about how I choose to spend my time and right now I am making a point of saying that I want to waste 30 minutes of my time showing you what blood and your name really have in common. I won't be hard to find old crow, March 16th come to the ring and teach me that lesson, put the little demon down and show us all that consequences like Vengeance still matter
Caliban walks off screen laughing and the scene cuts to Black as Erin And Zach Davis can be heard debating over whether Caliban just challenged Vengeance to a match up.
The scene opens backstage with Steve Orbit standing beside the refreshment table, World Title over his shoulder.
Zach Davis: The World Champ is looking for a snack before his tag team match later tonight.
Erin Robbins: We can only imagine what he's looking for on that table.
A second figure steps into the scene, unbeknownst to Orbit. It take the viewers a second to recognize the figure, who is none other than Mark Dillinger. The man stares at Orbit's back for a moment, muttering silently to himself, shaking his head forcibly at something. And then he reaches out with his left hand, moving towards Orbit's shoulder and the title resting atop it.
Zach Davis: Oh this isn't going to end well.
Instead of grabbing Orbit like most people in the arena assumed, Dillinger merely tapped Orbit on his shoulder. The World Champ turns to face Mark, puzzlement the emotion covering his face.
Steve Orbit: Umm . . . Mark, what do you want?
Mark Dillinger: I just wanted to congratulate you on your big win last week at Timebomb. I hear getting a win over Jonny Fly is a big thing in this company. Bigger than a win over BioWalker for sure.
The crease in Orbit's brow deepens as the confusing scene continues to unfold. Mark looks around and then holds his left hand up to his mouth, whispering to the champ.
Mark Dillinger: Don't tell the good Doctor this, but I believe in the superstition that if someone with good fortune touches you, it'll rub off on you.
Steve Orbit: Not a bad belief I guess, Mark. Being in Pantheon kind of applies the same--
Orbit cuts off as Mark holds out his stump.
Mark Dillinger: Shake my hand, Steve.
Steve Orbit: What?
Mark Dillinger: Shake. My. Hand. Rub off on me, Steve. I want to be great again, like I used to be before War. Come on, grip it tight.
Dillinger shakes his stump with emphasis. Still unsure of the current situation, Orbit reluctantly grasps the stump with his own hand.
Mark Dillinger: Do you feel the hand, Steve? Do you feel what used to be there?
Steve Orbit: No, not really.
For the first time, Mark grins.
Mark Dillinger: Don't worry. You feel it eventually.
Dillinger breaks the exchange, taps the World Title belt with the stump, and walks away from the confused Steve Orbit. Steve watches to make sure Dillinger is truly gone before he too walks away, not even worried about the food anymore.
Zach Davis: Well that was strange to say the least. Mark sent a message tonight, though, that's for sure.
Erin Robbins: We'll just have to wait and see where this goes next.
We come back from commercial and all three men are in the ring. CoffinMan runs at Vengeance and gets a boot to the gut, followed by a Belly to Belly.
Zach Davis: Damn! Not how you want to start a match.
Banks runs at Vengeance and runs right into a Big Boot.
Erin Robbins: Neither is that.
Vengeance lifts CoffinMan up and lifts him up... Jacknife Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: Last Rights!
He then grabs Banks and puts him into a Triangle Choke.
Erin Robbins: ...Death Lock.
Banks is forced to tap.
Zach Davis: That was fast.
Vengeance stands up, barely having broken a sweat, and gets his arm raised.
John Gable fades onto the titantron sitting in front of a red curtain with a plate fading reading ‘Via Satellite’.
Zach Davis: We have John Gable communicating with us via satellite from his home in Cleveland, Ohio. We’re glad you could join us Mr. Gable.
John Gable: Thank you for having me.
Zach Davis: Now the question…
John Gable: Let me stop you right there Zach. I have done these things so many times that I know the spiel by heart. Basically I dropped in to report my status and I have a few things beyond that. Now as you can see, I am not at the Oscars tonight despite what I would have hoped but I am filming a movie as I have said before so I am hoping next year, fingers crossed…But I digress. I wanted to let everyone that there has been some complications with my busted arm but the doctors said it shouldn’t delay my recovery by too long. Now, there has been a lot of questions of whether I comeback or not but nothing is for sure in my head. Yes I have tinkered around with the idea in my head, even if I do return I am not sure I am even going to return to the path I was heading I mean…
“Hollywood Babylon” by the Misfits hits the P.A. system as Scott Savage and Herbert Goldstein walk past the curtain and midway down the ramp before turning to the titantron.
Herbert Goldstein: Now hold it there one second Johnny boy. I think we should discuss things before you just air them out to the public. We, as a team, should be involved in your decision making…
John Gable: Shut up Herbert. I don’t have to discuss anything with you two. I am tired of feeling like I am not allowed to make my own decision…
Scott Savage: Hold on there, Gable. I realize you are upset and understandably so. You broke your arm and been out of action for a while. That can be frustrating…
John Gable: No, you don’t seem to get it. My time away has cleared my head and I finally seen S-PAC from the outside. Last week was a mess, you were all running around like chickens with your head cut off! I was embarrassed and I wasn’t even there! People aren’t taking you seriously anymore…and you Herbert, you were the focus of it all. Ever since you came in this team has been in shambles and you have hardly done anything on top of that.
Herbert Goldstein: Don’t you dare criticize me, you schmuck! You aren’t here, you don’t know the stress of handling these crazy…talented team…
Scott motions Herbert to stand down.
Scott Savage: All I suggest is you take your time and think it over.
John Gable: Scott, I have respect for you and what you want to achieve but I am not sure you guys know what it takes anymore.
Scott nods passively.
Scott Savage: Just take some time to think about it but in the meantime let us not say anything until we have to cross that bridge.
John rolls his eyes as Herbert turns away in a fit. Scott turns out to the crowd with an extended arm.
Scott Savage: I would like to apologize for the confusion and now you can return to your regularly scheduled program.
He turns back and leads Herbert behind the curtain as John Gable ripped off his mic and stormed out of from before fading.
James Fatel sits at ringside. SR-71's "They All Fall Down" comes over the PA. Fatel sits there listening to the crowd reaction and his own song, he then stands and jumps the barricade and slides in the ring. He sits in the nearest corner and waits for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: I tell you what, Erin, this James Fatel has looked impressive since debuting in WCF a couple of months ago. His win-loss record isn't the greatest, but he's been competitive in every match, and even gave Logan all that he could handle in their Hardcore Championship bout a few weeks ago. Kid's got a bright future if you ask me.
Erin Robbins: In fact I did not solicit your opinion, Davis, but I happen to agree with you regarding Fatel. He's a dangerous guy, a creepy guy, a dangerous AND creepy guy, and those are the types who typically have a major impact in this company.
Five Finger Death Punch's "The Way Of The Fist" blares over the speakers and the arena goes pitch black, then red and black strobelights fill the arena while Zack Wild comes riding down the ramp on his Harley bike.
Zach Davis: Yeah! Listen to that reaction for Zack Wild! There's nothing creepy about this guy, he's just a Harley Davidson riding, Jack Daniels chugging madman and these fans in Colorado Springs are going wild for Zack Wild!
Erin Robbins: He's not creepy but, much like his opponent James Fatel, Zack Wild is a very dangerous young man. Wild is an apt moniker for Zack; he's an unpredictable brawler with a penchant for stomping mudholes in his opponents.
Zach Davis: Stone Cold would be proud I'm sure.
Zack salutes his fans and then stands face to face with James at mid-ring, the two budding superstars talking smack to each other as referee Zip Wingdinger tries to maintain the peace.
Zach Davis: There's obviously some bad blood between these two young men, both men really wanting to make a statement in this match tonight and prove to the WCF Championship Committee that they're deserving of a title opportunity at the upcoming Explosion pay-per-view extravaganza.
Erin Robbins: That show is comin atcha live at the United Center in Chicago on March 30th. Will CM Punk be there? Let's just say that anything is possible in the Wrestling Championship Federation!
Zach Davis: And if Punk is there I'm sure that either of these gentlemen would be happy to "welcome" him to the home of where the big boys play, and we play hard here in WCF!
Wild gets tired of Fatel's lip and clocks Fatel with a big right hand, staggering his opponent. The crowd pops. The referee calls for the bell.
This match is underway as Wild unloads with a flurry of hard punches, staggering Fatel into the ropes. Wild sends Fatel into the far ropes with an Irish whip; Fatel rebounds and eats a big boot from Wild, sending the crowd into a further frenzy. More big punches from Wild, who then whips Fatel into the ropes again. This time Fatel runs into a HUGE back body drop from Wild that sends James a good eight feet into the air before he lands with a thud onto the ring canvas. Fatel doesn't like it; he slides out of the ring to regroup. Fatel feigns running away from Wild, who gives chase in pursuit of his opponent, but Fatel stops short and clocks Wild with a back elbow that rearranges Wild's jaw. James slams Zack's head onto the ring apron and then whips him into the fan barrier, staggering the biker, who impacts back first on the "protective" wall. Fatel rolls Wild into the ring and then follows him in, attempting the first cover of the match.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Fatel clamps on a sleeper hold, emphasizing the pressure on Wild's carotid artery, trying to send his opponent to dream land.
Zach Davis: Quick paced back and forth action to start off this match and now Fatel is trying to slow things down, keep the wily and unpredictable Zack Wild off his feet. Not a bad strategy by The Wolf!
Erin Robbins: The Wolf is crazy, Zach... crazy like a fox! These guys are exactly the same size, six-feet even and two-hundred and fifteen pounds, but I think it's safe to say that Wild has the advantage in terms of raw strength and alcohol fueled brewtality. It certainly behooves Fatel to keep Wild off his feet and in a stupor on the mat.
Fatel piles on the pressure while sneering like a sadist. Wild tries to negotiate a measure of leverage but he can't find his way - and to compound matters, Fatel is cutting off his path to the ropes. Zip asks Wild if he wants to call it a night and live to fight another day, but Zack adamantly refuses.
Zack Wild: NO! NEVER! I AIN'T QUITTING! FATEL, YOU BASTARD!
The spittle flies from Zack's mouth and lands splat on a nearby camera lens. Fatel cackles as he holds the pressure and introduces further punishment to the equation with short knees to Wild's ribcage. Three, four and then five of the knees connect with full Fatel force as James cinches that sleeper tight. Wild groans in pain and has all that he can stands until he can't stands no more -- Zack hulks up and, with the crowd behind him one-hundred percent, unloads stiff short elbows to Fatel's ribcage in a game of tit for tat. Fatel winces with pain as those elbows accumulate to half a dozen and then more. Fatel's grip on the sleeper becomes increasingly loose and sloppy, like an hour in Tila Tequila's passion pit, and finally James relinquishes the sleeper and begins throwing hands in an attempt to counter Wild's attack. Wild unloads with combinations of big punches that are too quick and precise for Fatel to counter. Fatel does finally find the wherewithal to combat his rubber legs and clip Wild's jaw with an uppercut. The landed punch gives James just the opening that he needs to grapple Wild and drop him with a facebuster.
Zach Davis: Fatel from out of nowhere with the Fatel Facebuster and The Wolf is howling, much to the chagrin of this capacity crowd at the World Arena!
Erin Robbins: Fatel is so intuitive in that ring, Zach. He never loses his equilibrium like so many of these excitable young kids today with their backwards baseball caps and their Fall Out Boy CD's.
Zach Davis: No one listens to Fall Out Boy anymore, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Tell that to the kids, Zach. Tell that to the kids!
Fatel pulls Wild to his feet and unloads with strong style kicks and knees about the head and torso, and Wild is clearly on Queer Street. The fans are rallying behind Wild though - so much so that Wild gains his second wind and absorbs all of those expert martial arts strikes that Fatel is throwing. Wild pounds his chest while letting out an ungodly roar and then charges Fatel. Fatel waits just a moment too long to react and eats a devastating running lariat from The Wild One, a lariat so devastating that Fatel is flipped into the air before landing awkwardly onto the mat with his neck, back and shoulder region taking the brunt of the impact. Wild stays on the attack, a new air of motivation about him, as he stomps that mudhole in Fatel and walks it dry, before flipping the double bird to Fatel and planting one last boot between the eyes. Fatel's eyes roll back into his head as Wild makes the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: James Fatel ain't dead yet! He ain't dead yet, ladies and gentlemen, though these Colorado Springs fans are certainly eager to see it! They're calling for a Mortal Kombat style fatality here by The Wild One, Zach Wild!
Erin Robbins: Who would've thought that a bunch of Colorado potheads would have such an affinity for violence?
Zach Davis: Potheads or not, Erin, these people are part of the WCF Universe and as such they want bloodshed! You can thank the likes of Oblivion, Greenfever and some of the other sadistic serial killers that we've had on our roster through the years for whetting their appetite!
Erin Robbins: I just think these people need to listen to Radiohead and get some peace about their soul, Zach. I mean listen to these people cheering with that homicidal boom in their voices as Wild stomps yet another mudhole in James Fatel! Sick people, sick in the head.
Fatel, feeling a renewed sense of urgency amid the bloodthirsty chants of the crowd, gets to his feet and gets desperate with a chop block behind Wild's knee. Fatel follows up by pulling the ropes wide open and shucking Wild right threw them, down to the floor. Fatel does a little fist pimp, feeling his oats and proud of himself for halting Wild's momentum, even as the referee admonishes him for utilizing shady tactics.
James Fatel: Get out of my face, ref! I didn't do anything wrong!
Zip Wingdinger: But you did, son, and I saw it and I'll D-Q you if you do it again!
James Fatel: D-Q me? I don't even like Dairy Queen!
Zach Davis: Oh boy, these Colorado Springs fans do not care for James Fatel's anti-Dairy Queen rhetoric and they're letting him hear it with boos, catcalls and homicidal chants!
Crowd: WILD'S GONNA KILL YOU! DQ BLIZZARDS TASTE GREAT! WILD'S GONNA KILL YOU! DQ BLIZZARDS TASTE GREAT!
Fatel indicates that they can all go cram a pack of walnuts in their ugly yaps before he flies off the ring apron with a double ax handle to Zack Wild's spine. Fatel props a woozy Wild on the side of the ring and lashes him across the chest with hard Ric Flair goes "WOOO!" chops that actually get the fans WOOO!-ing along with him for a brief adjoiner. Fatel draws their ire again with a cheap rake of the eyes and a stiff knee to the ballbag that the referee didn't quite catch, though Zip does have his suspicions that it was below the belt.
Zach Davis: Zip missed that one, checking out the pair of knockers in the fourteenth row.
Erin Robbins: The man has eyes like laser beams.
Fatel hits a nice snap suplex onto the floor and then rolls Wild back into the ring for the quick cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Zack Wild refuses to cave in! The young man will not give up! Such a prideful lad! Such a ballbusting ragamuffin! Can he will himself back to his feet!
Fatel doesn't take the chance of letting Wild back into this match -- he pulls Wild up to his feet only to jack his knee with a nasty dragon screw leg whip.
Zach Davis: Keiji Mutoh! Keiji Mutoh is inhabiting the body of James Fatel!
Erin Robbins: He's calling for it! James Fatel says it's over! Zack Wild's sun is about to set, Zach Davis!
Fatel gets Wild up and goes for his patented reverse falling DDT, the Setting Sun... but Wild incredibly flips out of it! Wild lands on his feet. Fatel spins around. Wild goes for a kick to the midsection, but Fatel catches his foot. Enziguri! Zack Wild cracks James Fatel's skull with an enziguri and the Colorado Springs crowd celebrates like the Broncos won the Super Bowl... instead of getting blown out by Seattle!
Zach Davis: These fans are delusional but they're partying and they're loving it!
Erin Robbins: Both men are down though, Zach Davis! Who's gonna make the first move!
Zack Wild crawls over to James Fatel and drapes an arm over his chest.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
The crowd collectively exhales in gall and disappointment.
Zach Davis: Say what you want about James Fatel but he's not throwing in the towel! He's not "living to fight another day"! He wants this win and he wants it bad, but it's Zack Wild with the advantage right now!
Zack has had enough and he's ready to put this match to bed. With a burst of energy, Wild gets to his feet and lifts Fatel onto his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Could this be it, could this be the Wild Finish!
Zack tries to flip Fatel down to the mat for his devastating F5-like maneuver, but Fatel alertly lands on his feet. Wild turns around and eats a Yakuza Kick from Fatel that turns his lights out.
Zach Davis: NO! TKO from James Fatel!
Erin Robbins: He's not done yet though, Zach-- he's going for the Setting Sun!
James buries Zack with a SICK SICK SICK version of the Setting Sun and then asserts his will with a cradling pinfall that hooks legs and shoulder.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: James Fatel gets the duke in this hard fought, man sized bout on Sunday Night Slam! Hidely ho, neighborino, what a match that was!
"They All Fall Down" hits the PA and Fatel savors the boos of the fans before returning to his seat in the crowd.
Herbert stomps through the hallway red faced and mumbling. He pushes past the random bystanders until he reaches the office of Seth Lerch. He knocked furiously on the door.
Seth Lerch: One minute…
Herbert’s cellphone rings before he answers.
Herbert Goldstein: Hello? Really?!? ANOTHER MAIL BOX?!? Damn it, Waylon!
Herbert looks panicked towards the office door then to his phone then to the door again…
Herbert Goldstein: …I’ll reschedule for…NEXT WEEK!
Herbert walks away with the phone to his ear.
Herbert Goldstein: Suburban mailbox or city?...
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first, hailing from Apache Junction, Arizona, and weighing 236 pounds: Bryan “Buzz” Worthy!
”20th Century Boy” by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the crowd to cheer louder. He jogs down to the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee, and points to the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle outstretched arms spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy has only recently returned to active competition, and was able to pick up his first pinfall victory in WCF last week at Timebomb.
Erin Robbins: All true, Zach, but he’s got a much tougher test tonight.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from Bolychova, Russia, and weighing 330 pounds: “The Soviet” Artyom!
The lights go out and the National Anthem of the USSR plays as the arena goes into Red. Svetlana comes out and then Artyom comes out wearing a Russian soldier hat with the Soviet logo on it he is also holding and waving a Soviet flag and wearing a Soviet Russia shirt. He makes his way down the ramp while waving the flag. He gets in the ring and stands on the turnbuckle and waves the flag as the crowd boos and Svetlana stands outside the ring.
Erin Robbins: Mm. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm!
Zach Davis: Brilliant analysis, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Oh, like you weren’t thinking the same thing about Svetlana.
Zach Davis: I have no comment.
Referee Zip Wingdinger calls both men to the center of the ring to go over instructions. Once he’s done, he motions for the bell. We’re underway! Artyom goes to lock up with Worthy, but the smaller man wants no part of that. He jukes to the side and starts kicking at The Soviet’s left shin. Wincing, Artyom lunges at Buzz. Again Worthy side-steps him and attacks his foe’s right calf. The Soviet swings wildly, allowing Buzz to duck underneath and try a double leg takedown. Artyom doesn’t budge. He instead clubs at the back of Worthy’s head and neck, driving him to his knees. Artyom then deadlifts his foe and hurls him across the ring with a gutwrench suplex, drawing gasps from the crowd. Buzz hits the canvass hard and skids out of the ring, barely landing on his feet on the outside.
Erin Robbins: Wow! What a display of strength by The Soviet.
As Bryan stands outside the apron trying to clear the cobwebs he’s accosted by Svetlana, who hectors him in her native tongue. Artyom uses the distraction to come behind Worthy and kick him in the back of the head. The impact sends Buzz brawling into the barricade. Svetlana dives out of the way, narrowly avoiding being struck by Worthy.
Zach Davis: Artyom needs to be more careful. He could have injured his own manager with that cheap shot on Bryan Worthy.
Erin Robbins: What are you talking about? Worthy’s the one that needs to watch himself. He nearly steamrolled that poor girl.
The Soviet rolls out of the ring and goes after Buzz. He yanks his smaller opponent to his feet and then headbutts him. Then, grabbing his arm, he flings him into the apron. As the ref warns both men back into the ring, The Soviet picks Bryan up and rolls him inside, then follows. Worthy has stood and stumbles away from the Russian giant to try and buy himself some recovery time. Artyom rushes him for a clothesline, but Buzz is able to counter with a drop toe hold. Artyom topples over and gets hung up on the second rope. Worthy leaps, hits a body guillotine to the outside, and then smashes his forearm in The Soviet’s mug.
Zach Davis: An opportunistic Bryan Worthy is able to take advantage of his foe’s positioning and, for the moment, slow him down.
Erin Robbins: Its going to take more than that to keep Artyom down though.
Indeed, Artyom has already recovered. He untangles himself from the ropes and glowers down at Worthy. Zip orders him away from the apron to allow Buzz to re-enter the ring unimpeded. The big man backs off, but then charges and stomps at a prone Worthy as he slides inside. The Soviet drops his knee down on Buzz’s back. The referee yells to stop, but is ignored. He starts to count Artyom out. One! Two! Three! Four! Artyom pulls Bryan up and biels him across the ring.
Erin Robbins: The Soviet just killed Buzz’s rally dead. At minimum.
Zach Davis: Pure power. This guy is pure power.
Erin Robbins: Artyom destroyed Tek at Timebomb, Zach. It should be no surprised he’d be able to manhandle Bryan Worthy like this.
Stomping after his foe, Artyom lifts him up in a reverse bearhug. Buzz shouts in pain and attempts prying away The Soviet’s arms, but can’t. Finally, desperately, he swings his elbow back and catches the Russian giant in the side of the head. After two more stiff shots Artyom flings Worthy to the ground. He rolls him over for a cover. One! Bryan kicks out. The Soviet rises and hoists Worthy up to his feet. Buzz immediately starts pummeling him with forearm strikes, forcing him back. This allows Worthy to back kick Artyom, further staggering him. He charges The Soviet, who in turn lunges towards him. Buzz ducks under his outstretched arm and hits the rope on the other side of the ring. The Soviet turns and swings at Worthy again. The smaller man floats over and plants the Russian with a DDT.
Zach Davis: It seems Bryan Worthy has found his second gear.
Buzz puts the downed Artyom in a front face lock to keep him grounded. The Soviet resists, muscling his way to a vertical base. Worthy holds on. He wraps his legs around Artyom for a front face sleeper. The submission staggers the big man, but he does not fall. He punches at Worthy’s ribs. Then he headbutts him. Buzz’s limbs go slack, allowing The Soviet to scoop him up and hit a running powerslam. Cover. One! Two! Worthy gets a shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: What a counter by The Soviet!
Artyom sits Buzz up and grabs his arms. He pulls them backward while pushing his knee between Buzz’s shouldblades. Bryan howls in pain as the Russian tries to rip his limbs right from their sockets. In desperation, Buzz reaches out with his leg and puts his foot on the bottom rope. Wingdinger tells Artyom to break the hold, but again the Russian waits until he’s counted out to four before obliging. The ref starts reading Artyom the riot act. While this goes on, Svetlana sneaks up, grabs Bryan’s still dangling foot, and pulls down on it. Worthy hollers and clutches his ankle.
Zach Davis: Hey! Hey, Zip! Keep your eyes on that Russian Jezebel!
Svetlana walks away from the apron smugly while Buzz rolls around on the canvass selling his injury. Artyom brushes past the referee and begins stomping on the afflicted foot. Worthy squirms away, putting his body under the ropes, but the Soviet grabs him by the hurt ankle and drags him to the middle of the ring. He drops a big elbow on him, and then hooks the leg for a cover. One! Two! Thr-! Worthy kicks out.
Zach Davis: Disgusting! The Soviet is a legit seven footer with the strength of an ox, and still he finds the need to cheat and fight dirty!
Erin Robbins: Who are you to say The Soviet is cheating, Zach? That’s the referee’s job! And Artyom’s not fighting dirty, he’s fighting to win!
Zach Davis: In fact, I think your criticism of The Soviet is based on prejudice. So he’s seven feet tall. So what? Should he be held to some higher standard because of a quirk in his DNA?
Artyom stands and confronts the ref. He holds up three fingers. Zip shakes his head. The Soviet slaps his meaty paws together to demonstrate what he thinks should be his proper counting cadence. Wingdinger pulls on the front of his own jersey to remind the big man who’s umpiring the match. Meanwhile, Svetlana has jumped on the apron and begins harassing Zip as well. During the distraction, Worthy creeps up behind Artyom and pulls him down for a schoolboy pin. One! Two! Big kickout.
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy came close to stealing a victory there!
Erin Robbins: And, what a surprise: you aren’t calling it “cheap” or “dirty”.
Buzz stumbles back to the ropes as The Soviet lumbers to his feet. Enraged, the big man charges. Worthy drops down and pulls the top rope with him, causing Artyom to spill to the outside. He lands hard on his back. Buzz waits for the Russian to get to a vertical base, and then vaults over the ropes, knocking Artyom down with a crossbody plancha.
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy went high risk with his offense, and it has paid off!
Buzz hops up and plays to the cheering Colorado crowd. He then pulls the Soviet to his feet and hammers him with forearm strikes. This forces Artyom back. With a wild yell, Buzz clotheslines The Soviet, who in turn trips over the steel steps. Bryan grabs his leg and smashes it down on the hard metal repeatedly. When he catches Zip counting them both out, he rolls back into the ring to break it, and then back out again. He takes Artyom’s leg and puts it in a spinning toe hold, causing the supine giant to writhe in agony.
Zach Davis: Worthy is focusing on the Soviet’s foot now. Payback for what his manager did earlier, perhaps?
Erin Robbins: He could just be trying to hobble him so he can’t answer the ten count.
Zip has started his count out again. One! Two! Three! Four! Artyom flops around like a fish on a line as Buzz torques his foot again and again. Five! Desperately, he lashes out with his free leg, striking Bryan in the back. Buzz releases the hold and crashes into the apron. Six! The Soviet grabs the ringpost and pulls himself up. Seven! A winded Worthy slowly rolls back into the ring. Eight! Artyom lunges forward, putting himself under the ropes and stopping the count out.
Zach Davis: Both men are back in the ring now, but that last flurry of offense has taken a lot out of them.
Both men gingerly get to their feet. Buzz half charges, half limps at Artyom, clotheslining him to the corner. Then a bulldog out of the corner. He covers the big man. One! Two! Artyom kicks out. Bryan sits up and shakes his head. Standing, he moves towards the corner, climbing up onto the second rope. He balls up his hand and raises it high in the air. The crowd cheers in anticipation. Suddenly, Artyom launches himself at Buzz and drives his shoulder straight into Worthy’s gut. And again. And again. Buzz is stunned, doubled over. With ease The Soviet sets him up in an Argentinian rack and walks out to the middle of the ring. With a roar he drops down, executing a sitout backbreaker that send Buzz flying. When he crashes to the canvass he holds his sides in pain.
Erin Robbins: Lenin’s Ghost! What a maneuver!
Zach Davis: Artyom did that effortlessly. His power is amazing!
The Soviet showboats to the jeering fans, beating his chest with his fist while shouting something in his native tongue. He stomps over to Worthy, pulls him up, and shoots him to the ropes. On the comeback he lifts Bryan up in a fireman’s carry and transitions that into a thunderous sitout powerslam. Artyom makes the cover. One! Two! Thre-! Buzz weakly kicks out.
Zach Davis: Jeez, I thought that would have put Worthy away for sure.
Erin Robbins: Its academic at this point, Zach. Artyom is in complete control of this match.
The Soviet senses the end is near. With a cocky grin he rises and drags Buzz to his feet. Tucking the smaller man’s head under his arm, Artyom hefts him up into the vertical suplex position and holds it. Five seconds pass. Then ten.
Erin Robbins: The Soviet is just toying with Bryan Worthy now, letting all the blood rush to his head before he drops him down for The Sickle. Bellowing loudly, The Soviet swings Worthy down for a side slam. However, at the last possible second, Buzz is able to loops both arms around his foe’s neck and yank him forward, driving him face first to the mat. The crowd pops as Artyom’s giant noggin bounces hard off the canvass.
Zach Davis: By God, what a counter!
Erin Robbins: Unbelievable! Even as weak and disoriented as Buzz must be, he still had the presence of mind to turn The Soviet’s own move against him!
For several moments neither Buzz nor Artyom stir. Zip Windinger checks on both men, but getting no reaction readies another count out. Suddenly, a dazed Worthy sits up, eliciting a cheer from the fans. He rises, and shambles zombie-like to the nearest corner.
Zach Davis: Buzz is looking to go high risk once again to end this match!
Erin Robbins: Look at Bryan Worthy’s eyes, Zach. I think he’s operating on instinct at this point!
Slowly, Bryan climbs the ringpost. When Svetlana runs over for the outside, she’s met with a hard stare from Buzz, who ten raises the back of his hand menacingly. The Soviet’s manager shrinks away, allowing Worthy to stand on the top turnbuckle. He waits for a still groggy Artyom to get to his feet, then dives at him with a high altitude crossbody that puts him on his back.
Zach Davis: News Crash!
Buzz drapes himself over The Soviet. Zip drops down and makes the count. One! Two! Three!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Bryan “Buzz” Worthy!
An exhausted Buzz rolls off his downed foe. As his music plays Zip moves to help him to his feet. The ref then holds his hand up in victory.
Erin Robbins: What an impressive showing by Bryan Worthy. To be able to outmaneuver a powerhouse like The Soviet like he did took real ring awareness.
Zach Davis: I agree, Erin. But Artyom’s performance tonight was just as spectacular. The Russian big man demonstrated how dangerous he truly is. If it weren’t for that one mistake at the end, the match could have been his to win.
As Svetlana enters the ring to check on her client, and Buzz climbs one of the ringposts to acknowledge the approving crowd.
As WCF is going to commercial we catch a quick camera shot of Jordan Caliban and Waylon Cash in silent discussion
Zach Davis: Whats that about?
Erin Robbins: If Sequitus is talking to S-Pac this could mean trouble tonight.
Zach Davis: We will have to wait and see, folks stick around Sunday Night slam will be right back.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam everybody. I hope you are having a wonderful time as the fans here in Colorado Springs are. We have had a great night so far, with a number of matches that the fans are loving. And the night hasn’t even ended yet!
Erin Robbins: Indeed. Up next we have what appears to be a dream match! Mark Dillinger is going one-on-one against one of WCF’s most promising newcomers, Natural ICE Beckman. This is going to be an interesting one Zach, given that the two have swapped words on Twitter in recent days. Tempers are going to flare, and I for one am going to love it.
Zach Davis: Indeed. A new man versus a newcomer. This should be interesting.
A scream echoes throughout the arena, followed by the sounds of gun fire. This continues on for a few moments, and then silence. It is within this silence that Mark Dillinger steps out on the stage, watching the crowd with a confused and pained face.
Kyle Steel: The following match is set for a one fall! Introducing first... from Sanford, North Carolina... weighing in at two hundred and five pounds… MARK DILLINGER!
He makes the rest of the way down in ramp in this silence, head down away from the eyes staring at him. He rolls into the ring without any fanfare and prepares himself for the match.
Zach Davis: Urgh, his entrance never fails to spook me. How is it that every single time I see him, I get reminded of what he used to be? He has… changed, Erin, and I don’t like it.
Erin Robbins: He’s under the tutelage of Doctor Remus Micayle, sweeties, and it’s nothing but an improvement for him. Learning under a master like our United States champion is a privilege few have, and I am sure he is enjoying every moment of it. I mean, just look at that match he had with Biowalker just last week at Timebomb! Dominating, if anything.
Zach Davis: Sure… if getting cheesed out of an easy pin is an improvement. I can’t imagine why he would want to do this to himself, to be perfectly frank.
Erin Robbins: Some men are born to be leaders, while others grovel in their path. I am sure Dillinger knows his place in the world. So stop questioning him, yeah?
The crowd is eagerly anticipating the arrival of his opponent, when all of a sudden, static fills the screen and the lights shut off. The fans cheer; anytime there is a blackout, there is something fresh to anticipate in the WCF.
Zach Davis: What in the world…?
Suddenly, the WCFTron pops back to life, and on it is a video feed of Doctor Remus Micayle standing in a dark room. Apparently, it is a live footage. The crowd, upon seeing their blasphemous and egotistical United States champion, starts jeering loudly.
Zach Davis: What is he doing here!
Erin Robbins: Let him talk!
On screen, the Scientist looks directly in to the camera, an icy-thin smile on his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen.
Heavy booing ensues.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Mark, I know this may come as a bit of a surprise for you, but I said it before. Be prepared for anything. Only then can you truly be a person of value, and more importantly, be worthy enough for me to teach and save.
A smug look comes across his face as he observes the one-handed figure standing in the ring.
Doctor Remus Micayle: It may be true that I’ve chose Natural ICE Beckman for you to combat in battle. A drunkard like him against a supposed puritan like yourself would prove to be an admirable fight indeed. Win, and I’ll reward you, my Apostle of science. Lose… and there will be consequences to deal with. But first, before your bout with him, face your OTHER opponents. Good luck.
The feed cuts short, and the arena bursts back in to light, dazzling all in attendance. Dillinger, initially looking confused, reasserts himself in the ring, a firm expression now set on his face.
Zach Davis: I… I think Micayle just declared this match to be a gauntlet match!? Seriously, at such short notice? Just to test him? What on earth is going on with this man!
Erin Robbins: Hey, hey! He’s the mentor, let him do what he wants! If Doctor Micayle wants to see if Dillinger is truly worthy of being his Apostle, let him do it! Why kick up a big fuss over nothing?
Silence fills the arena as the crowd waits for his first opponent. Dillinger is bouncing up and down on his heels, eager to get the match on the way and impress his supposed saviour.
“Sing" by My Chemical Romance plays and the entire arena erupts in cheers.
Zach Davis: Holy shit, it’s Cryboy McEmo! How long have we not seen him around here?
Erin Robbins: I reckon it’s about the same time Doctor Micayle took him away for consultation. Looks like he’s back, meh.
Abruptly, the cheers in the stands start to fade, as a VERY different Cryboy McEmo walks out from the back.
Zach Davis: What the hell…?
No longer is the pale emo the same as the fans last remembered him. Rather than the loveable loser that they have been accustomed to over the years, McEmo is now clad in proper wrestling attire and has his long hair cut properly. A slight tan bronzes his skin, and his normal blank expression is not replaced by an angry snarl.
Erin Robbins: Hey, it’s not just McEmo here. Fat Dango… and El Taco De Genial are behind him as well!
Indeed, both men are walking out from the back, both with similar expressions on their face. Fat Dango has changed tremendously, his physique trimmed down from his immense bulk a month ago. Now, he couldn’t possibly weigh more than three hundred pounds. El Taco too has changed. Ditching the taco suit, the jobber is walking to the ring in a spandex wrestling singlet. Not speaking a single word, the three enhancement talents walk and enter the ring.
The fans start booing heavily as they realise what has happened to the veteran jobbers.
Zach Davis: Oh my goodness! What has Micayle done to the three of them! They look so different, and… weird!
Erin Robbins: Ha ha ha! It’s awesome! Ever since their disappearance a while ago, it seems that the Scientist has persuaded them to shed their Un-American ways and conform to the proper image of professional wrestlers! Fat Dango is no longer obese, Cryboy McEmo doesn’t look like a member from Black Flag anymore, and El Taco De Genial simply looks awesome without that ridiculous Mexican outfit! Woo hoo!
Zach Davis: Are you insane!? They look… changed! One can only imagine what kind of torture Micayle inflicted upon them to make them in to these… monstrosities!
The three jobbers walk in to the ring and confront the still Dillinger. They exchange a couple of words, before the referee, senior official Stanley Moser steps in and separates the four. He calls Kyle Steel over and they discuss over the matter, before they reach a consensus. Kyle Steel clears his throat, before announcing in to the microphone.
Kyle Steel: Ahem! It appears we may have a slight change! Now, before the match between Mark Dillinger and Natural ICE Beckman, we are going to have a three-on-one handicapped elimination match! It is set for a one fall! This match will end when one side has no remaining members left to be eliminated, either via pinfall or submission!
The crowd boos and cheers at the same time. Everyone loves matches, but this is just a little too sudden.
Zach Davis: What the…
Stanley Moser nods to a nearby stagehand, who rings the bell.
Immediately, the trio charge at Mark Dillinger, who does his very best to fight off the assault. Punches, kicks, elbows, and knees are flying everywhere as the group start pummelling away. Despite his very best efforts, it is near impossible for Dillinger to defend himself from every single direction. The trio finally stop and reorganise their efforts, leaving the former champion sprawled in a corner.
Erin Robbins: Woah! Whatever Doctor Micayle done to them must have been terrific! Just look at them working in unison; you’ll never see them do this in the past!
The three men, after discussing for several moments, decide to continue on their rampage. Fat Dango and El Taco De Genial hoists Dillinger back to his feet as an angry Cryboy McEmo talks trash to Dillinger. The trio share a laugh before McEmo delivers a stinging slap to Dillinger’s face!
Zach Davis: What disrespect!
All of a sudden, Dillinger breaks free from the trap and delivers a headbutt to Cryboy, knocking him to the canvas! He quickly turns around to the shellshocked duo and delivers a double dropkick, simultaneously hitting them both down as well! An eyebrow twitching in frustration, Dillinger carries El Taco and Cryboy back up and throw them out of the ring, leaving just Fat Dango in the ring!
Zach Davis: A change of events! This doesn’t look good for Fat Dango!
Erin Robbins: Hmpf.
Growling in discontent, Dillinger awaits for the man to get back on to his feet. When he turns, Dillinger delivers multiple gut kicks to Fat Dango, before grabbing his head in a stunner position.
Zach Davis: He’s going for it!
A slight smirk on his face, Dillinger brings Fat Dango’s jaw down HARD on his shoulder, absolutely annihilating him with a face-to-face stunner!
Zach Davis: KIA! Wonderful move! He’s going for the pin!
He covers Fat Dango and goes for the pin.
Kyle Steel: Fat Dango has been eliminated!
Not taking a breather, Dillinger immediately exits the ring in search of his next opponent. He spies El Taco De Genial and pushes him back in to the ring.
Dillinger delivers punch after punch after punch to the head of El Taco, before finally being pulled apart by the referee. He pulls the man up to his feet before lifting him up in a gorilla press position and DESTROYING him with a European uppercut with his own stump! The crowd boos heartily as they watch the scene. His smile growing wider by the moment, Dillinger goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: El Taco has just been Dishonourably Discharged!
Kyle Steel: El Taco De Genial has been eliminated!
The crowd is booing loudly by this point in time, as a bemused Cryboy McEmo finally awakens from the blow earlier. Not giving up despite his teammates being taken out one by one, CryBoy walks in to the ring, meeting face-to-face with Dillinger. It’s impressive to say the least, given that Dillinger could have destroyed him in a second.
Zach Davis: Last man standing… what’s about to happen now?
Erin Robbins: Pure unadulterated destruction, that’s what.
The crowd pops as the two finally start to trade blows. Despite the obvious disadvantage, Cryboy is putting up the fight of his life as he refuses to give up. SOMEHOW, he manages to clip Dillinger with a punch, sending the former world champion stumbling back a couple of steps. Invigorated by his success, he charges towards Dillinger, ready to deliver more punishment, perhaps even his finisher!
Shaking his head in disbelief, Dillinger narrows his eyes as he sees the jobber running in. Pushing his hands outwards, he uses Cryboy’s momentum against himself, lifting him up high in the air. A slight bark escaping his throat, Dillinger thrusts his stump upwards, jabbing it in to the soft underside of Cryboy’s throat!
Erin Robbins: I called it. Dishonourable Discharge. This gauntlet match is over.
Panting with the effort, Dillinger walks over to the static body of Cryboy McEmo and puts a foot on his chest. The referee slides over to validate the pin.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this bout… MARK DILLINGER!
Once again, the crowd starts catcalling as the result is announced. Although it was a valiant effort by all three men, it was simply not enough, and they do not appreciate how demeaning Dillinger seemed to have treated them. He kicks McEmo out of the ring and showboats a little.
Zach Davis: What a dominating performance by Dillinger. He must have proved himself to Doctor Micayle, he certainly must have!
Erin Robbins: Too early to tell, eh? He still got one more match, and it’s not going to be as easy as these fools! And speaking of which, here he comes!
All of a sudden, a man’s voice booms out, asking, "Are you drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a rousing cheer. “Feels Good Inc." by Gorillaz hits the speakers, while the lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shots of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. The crowd is going WILD as Natural ICE Beckman makes his long-awaited arrival in.
Zach Davis: Finally, the real match is about to get underway! Micayle has sent out minion after minion after minion for Dillinger to dispatch. Seems that he’s finally ready to let the match begin, and so are we! And here he comes! Natural ICE Beckman!
Indeed, out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding his regular can of beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, crushing it before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring… from Foam Lake, Wisconsin… weighing in two hundred and fifty pounds… he is known as the 'True Cold Drunk’… NATURAL ICE BECKMAN!!!
ICE smiles to the crowd, before going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there, he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam. He lets out a loud burp that resonates around the arena, eliciting a few giggles from the fans in the stands.
Erin Robbins: He looks ready to go, his engine is all revved up! Dillinger looks tired, will his fatigue be the critical factor that determines the match?
Zach Davis: I don’t know Erin, he looks determined as all hell, wanting to prove to the Scientist that he’s worthy of his time!
Erin Robbins: He looks positively exhausted! And I bet you anything that Beckman will be taking full advantage of that!
Looking at both Dillinger and ICE before determining that both of them are in suitable condition to continue the match , senior referee Stanley Moser signals for the bell to be rung.
Wasting little time, ICE immediately charges at the weakened Dillinger, throwing punches and elbows at him at a frantic pace as the crowd goes wild! Dillinger can do little more than to throw his hands up in the air in an attempt to defend himself before Beckman slams in to him, pushing him back into a corner, pummelling furious at him! The crowd is besides themselves, and cheering loudly.
Zach Davis: And there goes ICE! He’s working Dillinger hard, he is! Those drunken strikes of his got to hurt, and I am sure Dillinger is in no shape to defend himself!
ICE continues to bash away at Dillinger, forcing the former World champion to the mat with a series of blows. Not letting up, the fan favourite continues to stomp on Dillinger until he is seated down, head leaning back against the turnbuckle. The crowd chants with every attack, counting the number of stomps delivered to the defenceless chest of Dillinger. Groaning in agony, Dillinger can do little but to endure the assault.
Erin Robbins: This is simply too much! It’s a crime!
Zach Davis: That’s what you get when you’re overconfident Erin. Mark Dillinger thought he could do it, but look at what’s happening.
Beckman finally stops his attack, before retreating back to the corner of the ring, with the fans applauding heartily. He waits for Dillinger to slowly get to his feet, before rushing at him once more, eager to take him down and cement yet another win. This time, however, Dillinger is a little more prepared, and manages to leapfrog the rampaging ICE, who doesn't lose momentum and returns from the ropes with another clothesline attempt. Dillinger manages to dodge that as well. When Beckman returns for the third time with another attack, the one-handed wrestler responds with a stunning roundhouse kick, his right leg impacting with the newcomer with a sickening thud! Dillinger then promptly kneels down, holding his chest in pain.
Erin Robbins: Oooh! Nice one Dillinger!
Zach Davis: I hate to admit it, but I bet ICE did not see that coming! Will Dillinger take advantage of the situation?
Dillinger, still clutching his chest, stumbles to his feet. Quickly sizing up the recovering Beckman, Dillinger waits for ICE to regain his footing, before stumbling towards him with a collar-and-elbow tie up.
Erin Robbins: Smart play from Mark. He is not willing to let Beckman dictate the pace of the match anymore, opting to go for a safe lock-up instead. I guess Doctor Micayle did teach him something after all!
Zach Davis: … it’s wrestling basics 101 Erin.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, but I bet it was the Scientist who taught him how to do that.
But to no avail! The bigger and fresher Beckman gets the upper hand, and throws Dillinger off his feet. Charging once more at the disorientated Apostle, ICE strikes him with a powerful clothesline, knocking him to the ground hard. The crowd cheers loudly at the obvious advantage he has over his opponent. Hauling Dillinger back to his feet, he delivers a scoop slam and immediately goes down for the cover! The back of Dillinger’s head slams into the canvas hard, and ICE wastes no time going into the first pinfall of the match. Moser at the ready.
No! Somehow, Dillinger manages to break the count!
Intrigued, ICE mounts the fatigued Dillinger, delivering punch after punch after punch to his head. After fending off blows for a while, Dillinger gets desperate, and rakes ICE in the eyes, forcing him off. The crowd boos loudly, unhappy with the cheap shot. Dillinger quickly scrambles to his feet to avoid further punishment.
Zach Davis: Come on! That was weak.
Erin Robbins: He did what he had to do, Zach. No problem with that at all.
Blinking away the pain, Beckman attempts to turn back to confront Dillinger. But the former world champion is more than ready for him, and throws him up in the air in an impressive feat of strength! Loud gasps arise from the audience as they witness the unimaginable. As Beckman’s body plummets down, Dillinger’s stump meets his chin in a BRUTAL uppercut, sending the newcomer sprawling on the canvas!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! The Dishonourable Discharge out of nowhere! This match may be over!
Stanley Moser slides in to position as Dillinger pins Beckman.
But no! Miraculously, Natural ICE Beckman is able to break the three-count and escape from defeat! The crowd is going simply apeshit at that, and Dillinger is in shock! He starts confronting the referee, but Moser is adamant that it was a near fall.
Erin Robbins: The eyes of Mark Dillinger tell it all. He wasn't expecting ICE to be conscious after that callous blow. What will he do now?
Zach Davis: I don't know, but you got one thing right. It’s simply incredible how this newcomer is able to impress the way he does week in and week out! I myself was expecting the match to be over!
The two continue to banter for close to a minute, before eventually, Dillinger gives up and returns his attention to his foe. Shaking his head and muttering to himself, Dillinger bends down to lift Beckman up. However, ICE takes advantage of his positioning, and rolls the former World champion over in a schoolboy pin position.
NO! Dillinger manages to power out, and immediately gets to his feet, shocked by how he nearly lost. ICE also stumbles to his feet, ready to battle again. The crowd burst into cheers, energised by the near-fall.
Zach Davis: Too close! He nearly lost that one! Better get your mind in the game Mark!
Snarling, the two men lock up once more in the centre of the ring. Once again, the larger ICE gets the upper hand, and successfully locks Dillinger in a headlock takedown. He squeezes on the neck of Dillinger hard, before standing up and jerking his hold harder, ready to transit to his next attack.
Zach Davis: What strength! This is not your average drunk, that’s for sure!
ICE lifts Dillinger up and puts him over his shoulder, ready to deliver a running powerslam. However, Dillinger manages to slip out of the hold and shoves him into the corner turnbuckle. Not giving him a second to recover, Dillinger runs towards the disorientated ICE, delivering a vicious forearm smash to his head. The sickening thud of bone on bone echoes loudly throughout the arena, and the crowd groans in sympathy.
Zach Davis: Yikes! That has got to hurt.
Erin Robbins: Go Dillinger go!
Amazingly, despite the concussion-worthy shot, ICE still has the strength to push Dillinger away, causing the man to fall backwards. Beckman shakes his head in an attempt to clear the buzz, trying his best to recover from the strike.
Erin Robbins: I can't believe he's still able to function properly. That looks like it may have caused some brain damage. Look for the Doctor after the match, ha!
Like a rabid dog, Dillinger rushes back in with another attack. Striking his opponent with several one-handed punches, he grabs Beckman and tries to fling him with a snap suplex. But ICE sees through the move and immediately counters with a swinging neckbreaker!
Zach Davis: Ooh, that’s it. Goodnight Mark!
Exhausted, ICE slumps down for the pin. Stanley Moser moves into position.
NO! Yet again, Dillinger somehow shoots his shoulder off the mat after a two-count.
Erin Robbins: True grit from Dillinger, if nothing else. Both men are going hard.
Undaunted, ICE slides over Dillinger and puts the larger man in a sharpshooter. The pain reenergises Dillinger and shocks him back to alertness!
Zach Davis: Ho ho! It’s time for ICE to drop some surprises of his own! It's submission time, will Dillinger tap?
Screaming in agony, Dillinger flails about wildly and reaches for the ropes. He crawls, agonisingly, slowly but certainly making his way to the salvation that are the ropes. A grimacing ICE yanks HARD on the sharpshooter hold, eliciting yet another yell of pain from the former champion. Eventually, he reaches the bottom rope, and places his hand, holding on for dear life. The referee sees it, and immediately starts the count.
And ICE breaks the hold. But the damage has already been done.
Zach Davis: What a match. I repeat, what a match! Dillinger must be in terrible pain right now.
Erin Robbins: No doubt because of that drunk imbecile ICE! The federation should just fire him! Holding on to a submission move that long should be illegal!
Shaking his head, ICE hoists Dillinger back up to his feet, ready to inflict more punishment. But suddenly, Dillinger gets a burst of energy, kicking him in the gut and dropping Beckman to the ground with a VICIOUS snap DDT, taking his opponent out momentarily! His energy expended, Dillinger collapses on to the mat. Both men are now down, and the referee has no choice but to start the ten-count.
ICE is stirring. Dillinger, however, is still out on the mat.
Erin Robbins: Come on Dillinger! Don’t disappoint your saviour!
Finally, a sign of life from Dillinger as he sits up from the mat. ICE is already halfway up to his feet. He grabs a nearby rope to assist him in standing up.
Zach Davis: And Beckman is up! He’s back up on both feet, and hobbling towards Dillinger, who similarly is making his way back up!
Erin Robbins: Now both men are up! The count is stopped!
Zach Davis: WOW! Too close, too close! Now the two of them are on their feet and circling each other. We're back to square one. What a match!
Shouting wildly, Beckman charges towards Dillinger, ready to end the match. However, the former champion meets him first with a strong shot to the face. He continues his assault, striking Beckman with a flurry of blows. He staggers back, clearly stunned by the furious attacks the one-handed wrestler is putting up.
Buoyed by momentum, Dillinger springboards off the ropes, ready to bring the big man down with a running dropkick. But no! ICE reverses it! Catching Dillinger by his legs, the good-natured drunk hoists him into position for a powerbomb, and slams him hard into the mat with all of his might! ICE lies his arm across Dillinger for the pinfall, exhausted by the effort.
Erin Robbins: What a reversal! Dillinger just got hit with The Beer Bong! This might be it!
NO! He kicks out the very last second! Rolling off his opponent, Beckman wipes the perspiration off his face, a curious frown prominent on his face.
Zach Davis: Uh-oh, he doesn't look too happy. What's going on?
Erin Robbins: Of course he's unhappy, he can't get the win yet! Jeez, what's wrong with you Zach?
ICE slowly makes his way up on his feet. His eyes firmly fixed on to Dillinger, he raises both of his hands in the air, simulating a crossface manoeuvre. Finally catching on, the crowd goes wild as they anticipate the locking in of ICE’s signature hold!
Zach Davis: He’s calling for it! I think Beckman is about to deliver the Cocktailed Crossface to Mark Dillinger!
He steps over to Dillinger’s prone body, but before he could do so much as to lie down besides him, the crafty veteran rolls out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Oh come on now!
Erin Robbins: That’s true ring awareness there Zach! A master if I’ve ever seen one.
Stumbling out of the ring, Dillinger limps as he tries to recover from the beating. ICE, perplexed by the entire situation, dashes after him. But Dillinger sees it, and retaliates with a sudden lariat, knocking the newcomer down on the concrete floor! Seizing his chance, Dillinger gestures for a ringside technician to get away from his seat. Grabbing the steel chair, Mason walks over to the stirring Beckman, a sick expression on his face. The crowd boos loudly, clearly unhappy at the lack of sportsmanship Mason is displaying. The referee too, is trying his best to dissuade Dillinger from doing the unthinkable.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HIM? This was a fantastic match up till now. Now that he is out of gas, Dillinger wants to play dirty? Despicable, as I should have known anyone associated with Doctor Micayle is!
Erin Robbins: Hey, don’t say that! He is obviously not caring about the outcome of the match anymore.
Smiling crazily, Dillinger sizes up his opponent. An obviously groggy Beckman makes his way to his feet, unaware that a fuming madman is behind him, ready to end his night. He finally recovers enough to turn around to face Dillinger, and when he does, the former world champion strikes with the foreign object!
Zach Davis: Oh no!
The steel chair SMASHES Beckman squarely on the head, knocking him out instantly. Unconscious, the newcomer crumples on to the ground, and the WCF audience is absolutely livid. Having no choice, Stanley Moser calls for the bell.
Gasping for breath, Dillinger bends over in exhaustion. He throws the steel chair on the prone body of ICE, before lifting both of his arms in the air in victory. The WCF Galaxy boos heartily, unhappy that their rightful winner was robbed of a win. Dillinger plays to the crowd, prodding them and continuing with his celebration. He continues to smirk as he limps back up the platform.
Kyle Steel: As a result of a... disqualification, the winner of this match… Natural ICE Beckman...
Zach Davis: Urgh! What a disgusting way to throw the match! I get that he’s tired and all, but why can't he compete like a normal human being instead? Dillinger lost tonight, but no doubt it would have been the same outcome if ICE was able to lock the crossfire on to his pathetic face!
Erin Robbins: You really don’t like Team Science, do you? He saved himself from a beating, and that’s all that matters. Gosh, all you haters need to take a chill pill.
As Dillinger reaches the stage, he turns back, and looks at the stirring body of ICE, before laughing manically. His eyes filled with anger, Beckman stares right back at him.
Zach Davis: Say what you want, but in my book, Dillinger is nothing but a huge loser. He may have lost this match, but trust me when I say that the battle between ICE and Dillinger is far from over.
Slam goes to commercial as an angry Beckman makes his way to his feet. The crowd is cheering him on, and for good reason of course. The future of the WCF seems bright with him around.
Cutting backstage we see Chelsea Black Armstrong walking through the halls before coming to a stop in front of her own locker room door. She seems to be nervous as she takes a few deep breaths before a devious smile spreads across her lips and she opens the door walking into the room as Seifer is shown gearing up for his match.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Hey baby.
Seifer: Hey, everything ok?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Yeah everything’s great, just had to have a small meeting with Scott…you know, the usual.
Keeping her smile she walks over standing behind Seifer as she starts massaging his shoulders before placing a kiss against his neck.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: How are you feeling?
Seifer: To be honest a little bored, can’t believe I have to carry Adam Young of all people to another halfway decent match again.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Oh I know what you mean sweetie, but you know…there are ways to get those kinds of things stopped.
Seifer: Really... Do tell.
Her smile wavers slightly as she looks at the back of his head before returning back to normal as she runs her hands down his back.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Scott can do wonders…All of them can help you get to where you want to be baby; they’ve already started helping me.
Seifer: I know, but you know how I feel baby, I can’t trust these people... No offense to you but I can fight my battles with just you by my side.
Seifer stands back up and turns to face her.
Seifer: If you want full honesty from me I don’t like that you spend time with them but you also know I love and respect you enough to leave it be.
Running her fingers along his cheek she smiles gazing into her eyes.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I know sweetheart, but you have to know if they weren’t trustworthy I wouldn’t stay with them. Look at all they’ve done for me…I have the chance for two different championships right now. That was all because of Scott…he can do that for you, if you let him.
Seifer: I believe in making my own opportunities, I will destroy the two fools that stand in my way tonight and they will have to pay attention after that, also I never lost my last match and I have the next round of the Trinity cup to look forward too.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: You are very bright my love, very smart…you have advanced that is true…but what happens next time? Think of what we could do in this company if you let him guide you, we could come together, stronger and more powerful than we ever have been before. He can make us the most dominate couple there is in this federation, we could make history…
Seifer: I understand you want the best for me.
He walks over and places his arms around Chelsea.
Seifer: And I love you for that, but you know I need to work these things out in my own time, and I know you trust them but I cannot, I have trusted groups in the past and it lead to nothing but disaster and I can’t help but feel if I go down this road that it will end the same way.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: I love you too, that’s why I’m doing this. I know it is hard for you to trust them but just think about it hunny; I know it will be the best if you do this…and you know I’d love to be able to really work with you side by side…something we’ve never officially done.
Seifer: And I would love to do that, but I still need to....
Suddenly there is a knock on the door as a voice shouts through.
???: If you are in there Seifer your match is next can you please get to the stage entrance.
Seifer: To be continued, they have called me away.
Turning away from Chelsea he walks out of the room to prepare for his match as she stands there tapping her lips with her finger as it’s clear this discussion is far from over.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is for one fall, and is a Triple Threat match! Introducing first... from New York City, New York, weighing in at 245 lbs, he is the 'Forsaken One' Michael Steele!
Zach Davis: This should be an interesting match. Three men with three very different styles competing here tonight.
Erin Robbins: And chaotic with all three men trying to get the pin.
The lights go out and the humming chant can be heard throughout the arena. The lights brighten to dim as the percussion begins as Michael Steele walks out onto the ramp. He doesn't pander to the crowd, but is singularly focused on going to the ring. He walks down to the ring with purpose, sliding into the ring and finding a corner to sit in as he awaits his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Abilene, Texas, weighing in at 240 lbs, he is 'Better Than U' Adam Young!
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice-I'll make you famous.
"Hey man nice shot" by Filter starts playing as Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black and a black towel on his head with Firefly right behind him in all black also. He stops and takes the towel off his hand with his right hand. He holds both of his arms up in the air and then starts walking towards the ring. He circles the ring. Adam climbs up into the ring and poses on all four second turnbuckles before tossing the towel to ring side area where Firefly catches it and smells it smiling.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is looking to reverse a string of losses here tonight. And he says he'll do whatever it takes to get the win.
Erin Robbins: That's because he's a true competitor Zach.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 250 lbs, he is the 'Archangel' Seifer Black Armstrong!
Erin Robbins: Pfft. Canadians. What do they know about wrestling.
Zach Davis just stares blankly at Erin
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the WCFtron as black smoke covers the stage and ramp. The static then turns into a black screen as blood drips onto the screen forming the words Seifer Black Armstrong causing the fans to go wild. Suddenly there is an explosion of fire on the stage and Black by Trivium blasts out of the PA system as Seifer Black Armstrong runs onto the stage whipping the fans up into a frenzy.
Running down the ramp Seifer claps hands with the fans as he does a full lap around the ring before sliding into it under the bottom rope. Climbing onto the second turnbuckle, Seifer puts his arms out in the sign of the cross tipping his head back and spitting out silver mist before jumping down, handing his Coat to the ring announcer, taking his t shirt off and throwing it out into the crowd before sitting in the corner waiting for the match to start as Black by Trivium fades out.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Steele charges forward, driving a surprised Armstrong to the mat with a double leg take-down, moving quickly to a full mount position and raining punches down on his opponent, who covers his head and moves side to side avoiding most of the punches.
Zach Davis: Steele showing off his MMA background with an excellent take-down into full mount.
Erin Robbins: A little ground and pound Zach.
Zach Davis: Just like college, right Erin?
Steele cocks back to throw another punch and turns his head just in time to catch a running knee-lift from Young that knocks him off Armstrong and on his back.
Zach Davis: A little too focused there Erin, forgot about Adam Young.
Young moves to capitalize on the stunned Steele with a low clothesline, driving the rising Steele back to the mat. He turns in time to see Armstrong perched on the top rope as Seifer launches off, catching Young with a corkscrew lariat.
Zach Davis: Bodies flying everywhere in this high energy contest. And Seifer Black Armstrong goes for the pin!
Kick-out at 2!
Zach Davis: And a kick out at 2! He needs to do more to wear him down!
Zach Davis: Nothing to say Erin? Must be my lucky day!
Armstrong rolls to his feet and grabs the rising Young and hits him with a snap suplex. Rolling to his feet, Armstrong turns just in time to duck a roundhouse kick from a recovered Steele.
Zach Davis: Quick reflexes from Armstrong! He throws a counter punch, but no....
Steele catches the punch and twists, flipping Seifer over into an armbar, locking it in tight.
Zach Davis: He's trapped him in a submission hold, and he's cinching it in tight!
Erin Robbins: An armbar.
Zach Davis: What was that Erin?
Erin Robbins: It's called an armbar Zach. How in the hell did you get this job?
Meanwhile Steele is twisting on the arm of Seifer, nearly dislocating it at the elbow as he applies torque. Armstrong is twisting left and right, trying to find an escape, his face a mask of pain as he bites his lower lip.
Zach Davis: I'll have you know I went to school for this. I didn't sleep my way onto this show!
Erin Robbins: Explain Jesus, the janitor in San Antonio then Zach?
The referee check on Armstrong who is nearly passed out from the pain.
He raises his arm...
As his hand falls for the third time, Young breaks up the hold with a double clothesline, knocking the two men apart.
Erin Robbins: And a break up by Young! Zach, jump in here anytime
Zach Davis: That's your job Erin. Aaand Young makes the save.
Young picks up Steele and hits him with an STO, driving him to the mat.
Zach Davis: Young out of nowhere with an STO, and he floats over for the pin
Zach Davis: And Steele kicks out at 2 and a half! Young looks upset. he thought he had him.
Erin Robbins: Slow Count! Slow Count!
Young drags Steele to his feet and tosses him over the top rope. He looks down at Seifer, who is cradling his arm and slowly getting to his feet with the help of the ropes
Zach Davis: Armstrong slow to get up after that hold. He was in it for quite a few minutes. It takes a toll on the body.
Erin Robbins: Young will get him!
Adam Young stalks the wounded Armstrong and as he rises to his feet, he grabs him in an inverted STO and..
Zach Davis: Locked Up! He's going to try to hit it...but wait, Armstrong broke it up with an elbow to the ribs!
Erin Robbins: Come On Adam!
Young staggers back and Armstrong follows, spinning him around and lifting him up..
Zach Davis: Fade to Black! He hits the Fade to Black!. Armstrong for the pin!
Steele pulls the ref outside by the leg
Zach Davis: Steele with the save! Armstrong had him!
Erin Robbins: It was a quick count anyway.
Armstrong gets to his feet and yells at Steele. Steele responds by jumping up on the apron and catching Seifer with a right hook.
Zach Davis: Seifer is stunned, and look out! Steele through the ropes with a spear.
Steele drives Armstrong to the mat, and rolls onto him for the pin
He rolls top his feet and flips Armstrong over, grabbing his legs...
Zach Davis: No escape! He's got it locked in! But wait, seifer rolled through into a small package!
NO!, Steele kicks out. Seifer stands and Young runs at him..
ANOTHER SMALL PACKAGE!
Erin Robbins: SEIFER WINS IT!
The bell sounds as Seifer gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.
Zach Davis: Well, Seifer is still part of the Trilogy Cup Tournament and he won here tonight so good for him!
The camera opens as geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle is seen in an empty locker room, taping up his knuckles while watching Slam live on a flatscreen television. A knock is heard, and the Doctor’s head swivels to the door. The camera pans over to reveal a panting Mark Dillinger, still perspiring from his match earlier. A slightly crazed look comes over the former champion, as he steps closer to Micayle.
Mark Dillinger: I did it sir. May not have been in the fashion I wished it was… but I dominated those people you send to challenge me. From those three jobbers to Iceman Beck. I thrashed them all within an inch of their lives.
The Scientist stares at Dillinger for several long seconds, before his pokerface falls apart and a slight sneer appears on his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Of course you did. Good job.
With that, a visible sigh of relief emerges from Dillinger, as his face lights up from the praise from his teacher.
Doctor Remus Micayle: To be perfectly frank with you… I did not expect you to excel in the ring in your current state of mind. Sure, there are a few hiccups here and there, especially in the last match with Iceman, but by and large… you did all right.
Micayle turns his entire body to face Dillinger, before clasping a hand on to his shoulder.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Mark Dillinger. You have proven yourself to be more than worthy of carrying the banner of Doctor Remus Micayle in to battle. You are ready to be officially initiated into the fraternity of knowledge seekers, the house of all things true and just, the clan of science. A world that only I have seen… and a world you must enter to receive my guidance.
Dillinger’s eyes have grown large in awe, as Micayle’s prophetic-like speech washes over him.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Next week, you shall be officially inducted as a member of Team Science. No longer shall your troubles plague you, as with the power of science… we’ll conquer our enemies together. Congratulations, my Apostle.
The camera fades to black.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentle....
Erin Robbins: Kyle's mike?
Zach Davis: What a surprise
Jordan Caliban: The United states of America, a breeding ground for filth and corruption brought on by cliqs of so called powerful men, men with doctorates like my friends opponent this fine sunday evening. A country in desperate need of a real champion, a real american boy, apple pie and milk shakes and whatever other fatty shite he eats so he can stay up and keep gaming. This is the future of WCF and the future of the United States Of America!!!!! Hailing from Buffalo New York! Your new favourite United States Champion!!!!! THIS IS JORDAN CISERANO!!!!!!!!!!!
The music plays and the crowd comes up with a mixed reaction due to the endorsement by Caliban. 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. 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. He stops and Caliban grabs him by the back of the head and can be heard saying
Jordan Caliban: Take this, it's yours.
Caliban leaves and Ciserano continues to the ring. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.
Referee Peter Laos calls for the bell and neither man wastes any time. A collar and elbow tie up to start things off. Ciserano takes Micayle over with a quick arm drag. Micayle gets back to his feet and Ciserano again tries for an arm drag, but Micayle hops out of it, now catching Ciserano with a belly to belly suplex. Ciserano lands on the mat and Micayle hoists himself up only to the middle turnbuckle, not wanting to take unnecessary risk, taking off for a stomp. Ciserano rolls out of the way and Micayle catches himself, landing on his feet.
Ciserano rolls back to his feet now and the two circle each other a few times, each man throwing in a "test" grab at the other, getting a feel for what pace was going to be set. Again, the two lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Micayle shooting into a side headlock. Ciserano with the shove off and Micayle into the ropes. On the return, Micayle with a double leg grab takedown and Ciserano slaps the mat in frustration after being taken down again.
Zach Davis: Very fast paced action here to start with. Ciserano showing signs of frustration early on. Can't blame him. Remus Micayle has been a very dominant US Champion thus far. He isn't going to be easy to unseat.
Erin Robbins: Of course not. Dr. Micayle is a thinking man's wrestler. I think it's insulting that he even has to defend his prestigious championship here tonight ... against ... who is this fool even?
Zach Davis: Jordan Ciserano ... and he has been a fast rising star here in WCF. Why do you always try to discredit people in favor of bias?
Erin Robbins: I do not! I just know talent when I see it. Dr. Remus has talent, Cisera-whatever has none!
Micayle moves in, keeping the offensive pressure on Ciserano, who suddenly burts out with a dropkick to Micayle's knees. "The Scientist" falls forward and hit the mat face first. Ciserano capitalizes immediately as he hits the ropes and nails a running knee to the face that connects squarely against Micayle' jaw. He rolls him over quickly for the pinfall. Laos in position.
And Micayle shoots his shoulder up!
Ciserano is undetered as he remains in control. He gets to his feet quickly, pulling Micayle up with him and immediately takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. Micayle hits the mat hard and arches his back up in pain. The attempt at relief is short-lived as Ciserano follows up with a jumping leg drop for good measure. Ciserano stands ready, waiting for the US Champ to get back to his feet. As Micayle does make it back to a vertical base, Ciserano uses the middle rope to shoot himself off with a flying forearm, though Micayle meets him with a dropkick to the chest instead.
With Ciserano now down, Micayle takes a moment to regain himself and begins climbing the turnbuckle. Ciserano begins to stir just as Micayle reaches the top. However, as Ciserano does pull himself back to his feet he is immediately send back down to the canvas courtesy of a diving cross body. Micayle remains positioned on top of Ciserano after the impact, hooking the leg. Laos again slides into position.
THR--No! Ciserano is able to get his shoulder off the mat.
Zach Davis: And a few near falls here already! Unusual high risk there by Remus. But it hit its mark.
Erin Robbins: So intelligent. Make this idiot tire himself out everytime he has to kick his way off the canvas. Remus is a step ahead at all times.
Micayle remains focused after the unsuccesful pinfall attempt and takes hold of Ciserano's arm, he pulls back into am arm scissors, but Ciserano instead rolls into it for the counter, as he pins all of his body weight down against the champ. Laos once more back down for the count.
Micayle forces his way out just before three!
Zach Davis: He tried to grab it right there! But Micayle manages to kick out!
Erin Robbins: Too close for comfort!
Ciserano scrambles back to his feet as does Micayle. "The Scientist" for a roundhouse kick, but Ciserano ducks and instead pulls Micayle down into a backslide. Peter Laos is again there to check the shoulders.
TH--NO! and another kick out by Micayle!
Both men quickly back to their feet and this time Micayle uses his agility to get the jump on the challenger, taking him down with a running forearm. Ciserano hits the mat and rolls back to his feet. Micayle still all over him as he now blasts him with a clothesline. Ciserano goes back down and Micayle now taking a running start into the ropes, Ciserano staggers back to his feet, a bit unbalanced after the onslaught and he is caught with THE FORMULA!! The force of the blow however, sends him tumbling through the ropes and down to the outside.
Micayle Slides out of the ring to collect Jordan and hauls the dazed man to his feet. However, out of desperation, Ciserano pulls Micayle back and SHOVES him into the guardrail to buy some time. The US Champion's head bounces off of the steel and he is out of it. A still VERY dazed Ciserano slumps back down onto the floor. Our ref now begins his ten count.
Zach Davis: Did you see that?! Ciserano with the presence of mind to create some separation.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, it's called CHEATING! Disqualify him ref!
Neither man is stirring right now as Ciserano has successfully bought some time.
Micayle begisn to stir now. He slowly struggles to also pick up Ciserano and get him back to the ring. However, Ciserano takes an opportunity once again and grabs the front of Micayle's tights, using them to pull him forward and Micayle is sent head first into the ringpost!
Erin Robbins: Again he cheats! Why is this match still going?!
Zach Davis: Hey there girlfriend. Do you even listen to yourself sometimes?
Erin Robbins: Of course I do. It's how I have been avoiding paying any attention to you.
Ciserano now struggles to get Micayle back into the ring. He finally manges to get the champ up near the apron. But the ten count is still going on.
Ciserano manages to roll Micayle into the ring and quickly follows after him, stopping the ten count. Now covering Micayle after the ring post tactic, Ciserano is looking to end this. Micayle looks to be completely out of it. Laos checks the shoulders and slides into position.
THRE--No! Somehow, Micayle manages to kick out before the count of three!
Erin Robbins: Phew! That was way too close!
Ciserano almost jumps out of his own skin with frustration as he begins questioning Laos, insisting that the count was three. Micayle is starting to stir on the mat and Ciserano finally abandons his argument with with the ref.
Erin Robbins: Ciserano having words with the ref but to no avail. He needs to keep his attention on Micayle. ROOKIE mistake by a stupid ROOKIE.
Zach Davis: Would you stop?!
Now returning focus to Micayle, the wheels are starting to turn as Ciserano looks ready to pull out all the stops. Micayle begins making it back to his feet, but is only planted back into the canvas with a DDT. Ciserano again goes for the cover, this time hooking both legs for added leverage. Laos checks the shoulders.
THRE--NO! Micayle still manages to kick out somehow.
Erin Robbins: What kinda crap is this? That was a fast count!
Zach Davis: There is nothing wrong with the officiating, Erin.
Erin Robbins: He fast counted Dr. Remus! He is trying to hand that undeserving rookie a victory! Someone needs to investigate this referee!
Zach Davis: I think you've finally lost it ....
Ciserano is less than thrilled. Nonetheless he gets back to his feet, ready to deal out as much punishment as necessary to keep Micayle down. He hauls Remus back to his feet only to be stunned by a jawbreaker! Micayle gets back into this now as he's bought himself some breathing room. However, he doesn't take a moment's rest as he now has an opportunity to capitalize on. And capitalize he does as tosses the dazed Ciserano up and over with a belly to back suplex. Ciserano crashes down on the mat hard and the momentum has shifted back into Micayle's favor.
Zach Davis: Micayle has an opportunity here. He's shifted things back in his direction!
The US Champ once again makes his ascent to the middle turnbuckle and stands, measuring Ciserano. Jordan makes it back to his feet and turns around just in time to be taken out with a STIFF clothesline from the second rope! Ciserano is sent sailing across the ring by the momentum. This has Ciserano quite dazed and he staggers back to his feet only to be met again by Micayle as a foot snaps swiftly across the side of his head. Step-up Enziguri by Micayle.
Micayle hauls Ciserano to his feet only to be shoved back into the turnbuckle. Ciserano with a running shoulder tackle that drives the wind out of the US Champ. Micayle slumps down in the corner.
Erin Robbins: Come on Dr. Remus! Don't let this idiot get the better of you.
Ciserano stumbles to his feet, and is a few steps quicker than Micayle. As Micayle gets to his feet as well he staggers right into Ciserano and the Ciserano Super Kick! It connects FULL force but the impact also further dazes Ciserano as he was still kind of out of it just from the momentum and he is unable to capitalize with the pinfall immediately. The crowd is in a mixture of cheers and boos at this turn of events. Ciserano is still dazed a bit and holding his head as well.
It takes him a moment to regain himself enough to crawl back to his downed opponent and he drapes his arm over for the cover. Laos is down in position and makes the count.
Erin Robbins: NO! NO! NO!
THREE--NO! Micayle just BARELY gets his shoulder up!
Erin Robbins: YES! He kicked out! Did you see Zach? He kicked out!
Zach Davis: I SAW! Micayle somehow manages to get a shoulder up! This is unbelievable! These fans here are loving every moment of this high paced contest!
Ciserano can't believe it! He is losing it and you can see the frustration mounting on his face. He slams his fist down into the mat a few times, getting highly agitated. He forcefully yanks Micayle back to his feet and sends him into the turnbuckle with the hardest irish whip he's ever executed. The momentum and force sends Micayle tumbling upside down into the turnbuckle, sending him to the top, and he rests in a dazed, seated position now, perched on the top. Ciserano rushes in after him. He perches himself on the second rope and grabs hold of the champ. But Micayle shoots a few elbows back at him, knocking Ciserano down to the mat.
Unphazed, Ciserano rolls back to his feet quickly and hops back to his perch, but again, some hard elbows from Micayle knock him back. Micayle is able to reposition himself to face forward. By this time, Ciserano is right back after him. Micayle respons with a hard side kick to the head. Ciserano stumbles back. Micayle, still positioned on the turnbuckle...he stands and dives off for a HARD shoulder tackle off the top! He catches every bit of it and Ciserano is floored onto the canvas. Micayle is back to his feet as he measures Ciserano now and as the former actor makes it to his feet, Micayle is there to catch him with a DEVASTATING running knee lift to the skull. Ciserano flails upward after the blow, staggering. Micayle grabs hold of him and hauls him up high .... DOCTOR BOMB!!! Laos is there for the count.
Erin Robbins: YES! It's OVER!!!!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner ... and STILL WCF United States Champion ... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
Zach Davis: DAMN! Micayle with the victory! Micayle successful here in a hard fought battle. What a night, what a match!
Erin Robbins: What a champion. What a man! What a force! The beautiful, flawless reign of Dr. Remus continues! I am so happy right now. Dr. Remus, call me! We should celebrate!
Zach Davis: Are you quite finished hitting on the US Champ?
Erin Robbins: No! ... I mean, I wasn't hitting on him! I was just excited that he won.
The lights go out in the arena, as "Oh, Death" by Jen Titus begins to play. Dr. Remus Micayle is standing in the middle of the ring, as his eyes go wide looking up the ramp.
Erin Robbins: What's going on here? Why, of all people, is Michael Steele coming to the ring?
Zach Davis: There was word in the back that Steele didn't take too kindly to what Remus had said to Steele earlier this week on Twitter. It looks like Steele is coming to collect.
The lights come back on, and Remus is still looking up the ramp. Steele is standing behind him, and the crowd reacts accordingly. Dr. Micayle turns around and sees looks into Steele's menacing stare. Micayle steps in to take a shot, as Steele does the same. A back and forth slugfest ensues...
Zach Davis: Both men clash in the middle of the ring!
Erin Robbins: My money's on the Doctor!
Both men go blow for blow, throwing any scientific wrestling out the window, until Remus is able to grab a hold of Steele and slings him across the ring. Steele responds by hitting Micayle with a flying forearm off the ropes! As Remus tries to regain his feet, Michael Steele knocks him back down with a fist, a leg kick, and a kneelift, before Micayle bails out of the ring completely!
Zach Davis: Time to pay up, Erin!
Erin Robbins: Pffft!
As Dr. Remus Micayle stands outside shouting and pointing at Michael Steele, Steele picks up the United States Title and looks at it. He then holds the title over his head, as he points back at Micayle and shouts a few words of his own for Micayle.
Zach Davis: Is this a challenge for the United States Title? To see who is truly the better patriot to hold the title?
Erin Robbins: It'll be a good match. I'd go see that.
Zach Davis: Stick around, folks! Caliban and Robinson are up next!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen our next match up will be one fall to a finish, introducing first
Zach Davis: Here comes a very angry and very focused Matt Robinson
The opening to 'Face The Pain' by Stemm plays through the PA system as the arena plunges into darkness. When the song fully kicks in, 'The Outlaw' Matthew Robinson walks out onto the stage from behind the curtain smoking a cigarette and holding a can of beer in his left hand. He finishes his cigarette and drops it on the stage before stubbing it out with his foot, he then opens the can of beer and downs the entirety of it before smashing the empty can off his forehead, crushing it in the process before he tosses it aside and begins making his way down the ramp.
Erin Robbins: Jordan Caliban has poked the Robinson family to the edge, Stacy already dislocated his arm, Matt may try and paralyze him tonight
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring... from Orlando, Florida...weighing in at 235 pounds! 'The Outlaw'...Matthew...Robinson!
Robinson heads towards the ring steps and begins climbing them, he grabs hold of the turnbuckle and looks around at the sold out crowd cheering him and smirks before walking across the apron and climbing through the ropes. He then walks over to the opposite turnbuckle, climbs it and raises his arms high above his head before then climbing back down as 'Face The Pain' fades out.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent
Zach Davis: Speaking of Jordan Caliban
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 the crowd automatically erupts into an asshole chant, he crotch chops the crowd guitar 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 screaming at the top of his voice out into the air
Erin Robbins: Caliban has been pretty ballsy in his words this week he may be about to start paying for them
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, representing Sequitus! THIS IS JORDAN CALIBAN!!!!
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 getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Steele Tosses Caliban the mike on his way out of the ring
Jordan Caliban (trying not to laugh): I fight this fight for feminism
And Matthew Robinson delivers a running yakuza kick to caliban on the top rope busting his mouth open with the mike and sending the cocky youngster and his Valet to the floor
Zach Davis: You might be right you know
Erin Robbins: Might!?
Matt keeps the adrenaline pumping and goes out to the apron delivering an elbow drop to the down on the mats Caliban, he hauls Jordy up and flap jacks him on announce table and then deadlifts him off and tosses him backwards german style sending his back crashing into the ring apron
Zach Davis: Holy crap that looked painful
Erin Robbins: I think Matt Robinson is out to collect on Caliban's face tonight
Robinson rolls Caliban back into the ring and locks in a grounded hammer lock and methodically transitions through equally painful positions until he locks in a head scissors wrenching neck lock combo, he doesn't get to hold it long though as Caliban has been using the transition periods between holds when the pressure is at its least to inch closer to the ropes, Robinson breaks the hold and goes for the pin
Zach Davis: Caliban with the rope break again
Robinson pulls Caliban up in the corner and chops him hard then whips him into the far corner and follows him in
Zach Davis: Caliban up on the middle ropes
Erin Robbins: Corkscrew blockbuster out of desperation!
Caliban uses the ropes to pull himself up and starts laying in boots to Robinson trying to get his adrenaline pumping he lifts Robinson up and send him into the ropes catching Matt with a sleeper hold on the rebound, Robinson quickly counters jumping up and following through with a snapmare, he gets to his feet running at Caliban looking for a boot to the face, Jordy reacts quickly and pulls down the top rope sending Matt to the floor, Caliban looks to follow him using the bottom rope to spring up through the middle of the ropes with a drop kic, Robinson avoids and Caliban pulls himself back up and sits on the middle rope.
Zach Davis: Caliban just called robinson a pussy!
Erin Robbins: Robinson grabs calibans leg pulling him through the ropes,
Caliban reverses at the last second grabbing Robinsons head and pulling him chest first into the ring apron
Zach Davis: Great escape!
Erin Robbins: Whats he got in mind! Dropsault crushing the ribs into that ring apron again!
Zach Davis: And lands on his feet! Caliban softening up the midsection possible reading it for Caliboom
Caliban rolls Robinson back in and goes for the pin but Matt immediately grabs the bottom rope before the ref gets even a 1
Caliban pulls Robinson away from the ropes and steps back begging him to his feet, he hits a gut shot and switches behind for a german suplex
Erin Robbins: There it is! Caliban holds on
Zach Davis: And theres the second, and the...... third!
Erin Robbins and zach Davis together: And the full nelson!
Erin Robbins: RIGHT ON HIS HEAD! PIN!
Zach Davis: NO! Still not enough to put down Matt Robinson!
Caliban locks Matt in an armbar and robinson after a few seconds stacks Caliban up
Erin Robbins: PIN AS IF FROM NOWHERE!
Zach Davis: Robinson is lifting caliban up with one arm! Running one arm buckle bomb!
Erin Robbins: Caliban comes right back out, Spinebuster?
Zach Davis: Caliban shoves him off, DANGEROUR BUISNESS TWISTER KICK!
Matt Robinsons lip busts now
Zach Davis: both men seething at the taste of their own blood, Caliban as you will remember has been bleeding since the bell rang
Matt slides out to the floor, Caliban creeps out the opposing side and runs round the ring diving through the bottom turnbuckle by the ringpost
Erin Robbins: OLENADO DDT!
Zach Davis: JUMPING CUTTER ON THE FLOOR!
Both men are again down but this time they are on the outside of the ring, the ref starts counting
Zach Davis: I don't know who is ahead at this point, I don't think that cutter put Matt at any advantage as niether man has moved since the move hit
Erin Robbins: Ref at 4, he seems to be taking his time
Zach Davis: Nobody likes a count out win
The ref gets to 8 and both men scramble into the ring and go straight at it with punches, just clobbering their opponent in the side of the head while taking blows himself, Robinson hits a kidney shot and then a spinning back kick to the gut of caliban and hits him with a snap suplex powerslam, he circles laying in th robinsons stomp and hauls him up setting him in the ropes for the DDT
Erin Robbins: NAILS IT!
Zach Davis: And now he sets up! He wants that cutter!
Caliban slowly gets up
Zach Davis: SILENCER!
Erin Robbins: That has to be it!
Erin Robbins: It's over Matt Robinson putting down Jordan Caliban in great fashion!
Zach Davis: He isn't done, he's backing up!
Matt Robinson lets Caliban stumble to his feet and nails a spinebuster driving caliban crashing into the mat
Zach Davis: The outlaw lock, Robinson has Caliban in the outlaw lock!
Erin Robbins: He synced it in!
At this point Jordan Ciserano runs to the ring leaping up on the ring apron and spring boarding in with a dropkick to Matt's face breaking the hold, Ciserano helps Caliban to the back as Robinson looks on pissed in the ring
Erin Robbins: Jordan Caliban's friends came in handy for him yet again.
Zach Davis: Matt Robinson wins the match!
Zach Davis: What a match that was Erin…
Erin Robbins: Indeed it was…
Suddenly ‘Prophecy’ by Judas Priest blasts out of the PA system as WCF Director of Operations, Mr. Joey Nitro walks out onto the stage, followed by eight masked vigilantes with black police batons in their hands.
Zach Davis: This doesn’t look good for Robinson…
Erin Robbins: He deserves everything he gets…
Nitro points to Robinson and all eight men begin marching down the ramp towards the ring as Robinson gets ready, waiting for the men to get into the ring.
Zach Davis: Is Robinson crazy? He’s actually going to stay and fight rather than escape?
Erin Robbins: What do you expect, he’s a fool.
The men begin sliding into the ring as Robinson immediately goes on the attack as ‘Prophecy’ cuts off. Robinson nails two of them with a double clothesline, another two then charge at him; however Robinson drops to the mat, pulling the top rope down as well causing the two of them to fly over the ropes and out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Robinson managing to hold his own here…
Erin Robbins: The numbers game will catch up eventually…
Nitro begins to make his way down the ramp as Robinson grabs hold of two more of the guys by their heads and nails them both with the ‘Robinson DDT’. He then grabs another one of them and nails him with ‘The Robinson Effect’, when the eighth and final man arrives; Robinson nails him with ‘The Silencer’.
Zach Davis: Robinson clearing house here…
Erin Robbins: These guys are useless…
Nitro jumps up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes, he manages to distract Robinson long enough for the eight masked men to get back to their feet as they tackle Robinson to the ground and begin beating him down with their batons.
Zach Davis: This is completely uncalled for…
Erin Robbins: No it’s not…
As the beating continues, suddenly ‘Matter Of Time’ by Five Finger Death Punch blasts out of the PA system sending the fans into a frenzy as Chase Michaels bursts out onto the stage with two steel black baseball bats, he’s followed by Red who is also carrying a steel black baseball bat.
Zach Davis: Here comes the cavalry!
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is he doing here? He’s suspended!
As Michaels and Red slide into the ring, Nitro quickly leaves the ring and orders the men to take out Michaels and Red. Unfortunately for the men, Michaels and Red begin taking the men down with shots from their baseball bats as ‘Matter Of Time’ cuts off.
Zach Davis: Chase and Red are clearing house!
Erin Robbins: This isn’t right Damnit!
Robinson slowly gets to his feet and Michaels throws one of the two bats to him as all three continue taking down the eight masked vigilantes as Nitro makes his way up the ramp whilst watching his plan failing in front of his eyes.
Zach Davis: Nitro doesn’t look too happy about this.
Erin Robbins: I’m not surprised…
As the three of them finish taking the vigilantes out, Michaels and Robinson stop dead in their tracks looking at one another. They then shake hands as ‘Face The Pain’ by Stemm blasts out of the PA system.
Zach Davis: Boy oh boy!! We're up to the match, I personally have been waiting for alal-l-l night!!
Erin Robbins: You have?! I'm surprised you CAN get excited, without your head exploding off from your shoulders.
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu and Chelsea Black Armstrong walk out to the entrance stage. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the manager for the Savage Political Action Committee... Scott Sa-a-ava-age!! With a combine weight of 619 pounds.... They are Waylon Cash, Benjamin Atreyu and Chelsea Black Armstrong... S-PAC!!
They roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding their fists high in the air, already sure of their coming victory.
Zach Davis: S-Pace looks ready.
Erin Robbins: They better be... because here comes the tag team champions.
The house lights go down. Red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout begins to play over the loud speakers. The red spotlight comes to a stop at the entrance way, as the tron comes to life showing what appears to be shadows with red and purple eyes, only to turn into shots of Denise and Night Rider. The sound of a horse neighing in the darkness can be heard, as a solid black horse appears with Denise and Night Rider on it's back. The horse rears as flames shoot down either side of the ramp way, and continues in waves as they ride down to the ring, in a light canter.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... with a combined weight of 473 pounds... Night Rider... Denis D'Evil,, They are Sha-a-ado-o-ow Dea-ea-eamo-o-ons!!
Zach Davis: Now, all we have to do is wait for The Monster Oblivion, the WCF Hardcore Champion.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed World Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the World Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Erin Robbins: What everyone has been waiting for... HOW ARE THE SHADOW DEMONS AND OBLIVION GONNA INTERACT?
Zach Davis: This has to be a real intense situation for the former Angels of Death. Oblivion turned IT's back on Night Rider and Denise D'Evil.
Erin Robbins: The crazy thing about this WHO-O-OLE ordeal is, that The Shadow Demons have been trying to, in so many words, trying to recruit Oblivion into their group.
Zach Davis: But, from the very first second that the Shadow Demons offered a spot to Oblivion, The Monster had been very adamant by telling the group NO!! But, that hasn't stopped Night Rider and Denise d'Evil. So, now what? How are those three going to gel as a team, even if it's for one night only.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if Benjamin Atreyu and Night Rider is gonna start this match off.
Atreyu slowly walks up and stares down Night Rider with a complete "stink look". Atreyu tries to walk away. the crowd gasps, as Night Rider grabs the arm of Benjamin Atreyu.
Zach Davis: Atreyu nails Night Rider with a right elbow strike to the face, then a quick uppercut follow up!!
Night Rider stumbles back from those quick strikes. Rider slightly adjust his head and face, but smiles at Atreyu, before colliding into Atreyu with a collar and elbow tie up.
Night Rider strikes Atreyu with two quick elbow strike, before connecting with a standing dropkick.
Erin Robbins: the big man executes a decent dropkick!
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Knowing that the crowd was being sarcastic, Night Rider proceeds to flip off the crowd, which makes the entire World Arena shake with thunderous boos.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
As Benjamin Atreyu was on the ground, Night Rider leans against the ropes and pushes down on the top ring rope to yell at the crowd. Night Rider turns around...
Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu nails one half of the world Tag team Champions with a nasty European uppercut.
Night Rider slightly bounces off the ropes, in which Atreyu grabs Night Rider and throws him towards the ropes.
Erin Robbins: An Irish whip to the ropes. Night Rider bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: Atreyu catches Night Rider off guard with a well executed big boot to the face.
Atreyu grabs and pushes on night Rider's back, which causes the big man to lunge towards the nearby ropes. night rider bounces off the ropes, exposing his back to Atreyu.
Erin Robbins: GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: night Rider is down and Benjamin Atreyu is going for a pin attempt.
WCF Senior Ring Official Stanley Moser slides into position.
Night Rider kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Not even a one count.
Atreyu picks up Night Rider.
Zach Davis: WHAT?!?! Benjamin Atreyu is going for a powerbomb on Night Rider.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu tags in Waylon Cash.
Atreyu proceeds to execute a somewhat modified powerbomb. As Night Rider is picked up, Waylon Cash flies off the top turnbuckle and nails a Rough Rider on Night Rider. Atreyu leaves the ring, as Waylon Cash stands up and acknowledges the crowd...
Oblivion nails Cash with a double sledgehammer fists to the back of his head, knocking him down to the mat.
Oblivion: GET YOUR ASS UP, NIGHT RIDER!!
night Rider gets up and grabs a stunned Waylon Cash.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider nails Waylon Cash hard in the mid-section with a thrust kick.
Night Rider continues his rampage with a combination of a forearm smash and a karate chop.
Zach Davis: A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! Night Rider is making a pin attempt!!
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO!!
Night Rider grabs for Waylon Cash...
Zach Davis: That dirty sum bi...
Erin Robbins: Remember!! We don't have favorites. I'm sure there was a good decent reason for The Hellbilly to jab a thumb in the eye of Night Rider.
Cash grabs Night Rider and nails him with a quick snap suplex.
Zach Davis: Night Rider is feeling the effects of that snap suplex.
Waylon Cash waits as Night Rider slowly stands up.
Cash hits Night Rider with a chop block, causes Night Rider to drop to one knee.
Erin Robbins: Cash bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: Night Rider is standing up and doesn't see Waylon Cash screaming right for him....
Erin Robbins: A running lariat!!
Night Rider gets back up quickly.
Erin Robbins: Another running lariat!!
Night Rider falls down to the mat.
Zach Davis: A slow start for Night Rider.
Oblivion is seen pacing back and forth on the ring apron.
Waylon Cash runs to a corner.
Erin Robbins: It looks like Waylon Cash is going to the air.
Night Rider stands up and with his back to a perched Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash flies off the turnbuckle...
Night Rider turns around...
Erin Robbins: HOLY COW!! THRUST KICK BY NIGHT RIDER THAT NEARLY RIPPED THE HEAD RIGHT OFF THE SHOULDERS OF WAYLON CASH!!
Night Rider smiles an evil grin, while picking up Waylon Cash. Cash tries to fight back, but to no results. Rider grabs Cash...
Zach Davis: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Night Rider drops a leg across the neck and chest of Waylon Cash. Night Rider picks up Cash and tags in Denise D'Evil.
Erin Robbins: The Deathbringer has been tagged in.
Night Rider whips cash into the ropes. Cash bounces off and charges at Night Rider, who misses a clothesline attempt. Cash bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: A double drop kick.
Night Rider grabs Cash in a belly to back suplex and falls back. Denise D'Evil grabs the neck of Cash and nails a neckbreaker. Rider leaves the ring, as D'Evil grabs Cash...
Erin Robbins: An eye rake by Waylon Cash on Denise D'Evil. Cash runs and bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: A HIGH KNEE!!
The knee makes contact with D'Evil's head. Cash grabs D'Evil...
Erin Robbins: A sit out neckbreaker. Cash makes the tag. Chelsea Black Armstrong enters into the ring.
Denise D'Evil nails Armstrong with a backhand slap, that spins The Sweet Nightmare completely around.
Zach Davis: Spear!!
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell did he come from?!
Erin Robbins: Benjamin Atreyu nails a big boot to the face of Denise D'Evil!!
Atreyu leaves the ring. Oblivion still paces back and forth on the ring apron.
Armstrong grabs D'Evil and nails her with a clothesline. D'Evil collapses down to the mat, but has enough sense to get to the ropes. The Deathbringer uses the ropes to get herself back up to her feet. Chelsea Armstrong grabs D'Evil and nails an arm drag on The Deathbringer.
Zach Davis: Denise D'Evil lands in the middle of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong runs towards Denise D'Evil...
Zach Davis: ENZUGUIRI!!
The kick knocks D'Evil down to the ground. Armstrong grabs D'Evil and knocks her back down to the mat with a legsweep.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong grabs Denise D'Evil and tosses her into a corner... HARD!!
Armstrong charges towards D'Evil and hits her with a corner splash.
Zach Davis: Denise D'Evil is down on the mat, with her back against the turnbuckles.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong is charging again towards Denise D'Evil. here comes the Shining Wizard...
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong misses with the shining wizard!!
Denise D'Evil moves out of the way and proceeds to nail Armstrong with several punches to the head. D'Evil grabs Armstrong and...
Erin Robbins: TIGER SUPLEX!!
With Chelsea Armstrong on the mat, Denise D'Evil collapses to the mat. The Deathbringer slowly crawls towards her corner.
Zach Davis: here comes Waylon Cash and Benjamin Atreyu!!
The crowd cheers, as Denise D'Evil tags in The Monster Oblivion.
Zach Davis: WHAT IN THE HELL?!
The referee stops Cash and Atreyu from getting any further and didn't see the tag to Oblivion. Atreyu and Cash leave the ring and Stanley Moser spins around and sees Oblivion punching Chelsea Armstrong.
Stanley Moser: HEY!! leave the ring!! there was no tag!!
Oblivion: Yes, there was a tag. D'Evil tagged me in!!
Stanley Moser: I didn't see no such tag!! LEAVE THE RING!! ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!!
Oblivion: SCREW THIS!!
Oblivion leaves the ring, as Chelsea Armstrong tags in Benjamin Atreyu. Atreyu charges at Denise D'Evil, who manages to stand up and nail him with a sidewalk slam.
Zach Davis: Now, this is her perfect time to tag a fresh person in.
Crowd: OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!!
The Monster is stomping down on the ring apron. Denise D'Evil crawls over to her corner.
Erin Robbins: SHE MAKES THE TAG!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! HERE COMES THE MONSTER!!
Waylon Cash charges into ring...
Armstrong charges at The Monster.
Erin Robbins: Tilt a whirl backbreaker!!
Benjamin Atreyu nails Oblivion on IT's back with a double fist. The Monster just slowly turns around, as IT huffs and puffs with anger.
Oblivion nails Atreyu with a massive fist to the skull.
Oblivion nails Atreyu with a chop and a axe handle. The Monster bounces off the ropes and...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Did we just see Oblivion execute a cross body block, on benjamin Atreyu?!
The Monster grabs Atreyu and places him on IT's shoulders with a fireman's carry into airplane spin...
Erin Robbins: a good old fashion airplane spin.
Zach Davis: Samoan Driver!!
Oblivion grabs Atreyu into a bearhug....
Erin Robbins: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Erin Robbins: Night Rider just tagged himself into the match.
Night Rider goes to an already fallen Benjamin Atreyu...
Zach Davis: Atreyu executes a drop toe hold onto Night Rider.
Atreyu drops an elbow across the back of the neck of Night Rider. Atreyu picks up Night Rider for a back suplex...
Erin Robbins: BACKBREAKER!!
Benjamin Atreyu grabs Night Rider...
Zach Davis: Night Rider jabs his hand into the throat of Atreyu!!
Night Rider nails Atreyu with a snap suplex.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider didn't pay attention and Oblivion just tagged ITself in.
Oblivion puts Atreyu in a reverse front chancery. The Monster picks up Atreyu in suplex position, but drops Atreyu into a Stunner. Oblivion look right at The Shadow Demons as IT nods. Night Rider and Denise D'Evil charges at the opposite corner, knocking the other opponents down to the ringside area. Oblivion grabs Atreyu and places him on IT'shoulders in a fireman's carry position.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash nails Oblivion with a chop block!!
Cash drags Atreyu to their corner and Waylon Cash tag himself in. The Hellbilly runs over to The Monster and picks IT up....
Erin Robbins: KILLSHOT!!
Waylon Cash makes the cover.
Zach Davis: S-Pac just won this excellent match-up!!
Erin Robbins: Hey Zach!
Zach Davis: What?
Erin Robbins: IT'S MAIN EVENT TIME!
Zach Davis: ...That's my line.
Erin Robbins: B-
Zach Davis: THAT'S MY LINE!
As Zach continues his rant, we switch to the ring where Kyle Steel is waiting.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is your main event! This will be a tag team match where the man who scores the pin fall will walk out the WCF Television champion introdu......
Kyle's mike cuts out and Jordan Caliban strolls out onto the stage to a chorus of boos.
Erin Robbins: Well this is interesting!
Caliban smirks at the crowd and then raises his microphone.
Jordan Caliban: It's an interesting dynamic, when 2 friends go to war over a championship, this is a newer twist on the idea where they have to collectively win while not letting their own partner take the fall, I mean come on folks, what will happen? Let me tell you what will happen, Sequitus are about to show what this business is really about and as long as one of them wins they will walk out smiling because all of this is really about shots fired, we have a world champion in the ring against 2 potential contenders. We stand on the brink of yet another battle in the war on Pantheon and those still living in their own perfectly crafted world. Will that shake these warriors? Oh hell no! Ladies and gentlemen I am here tonight to introduce to you first! This man is the ROCK of Sequitus, the best bigish man in the business and the most powerful mother fucker Canada ever saw! Hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada! He is CORMACK MACNEILL!!!!!!!!
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. He stops beside Caliban who smacks his chest, says something and then moves aside to let him approach the ring. 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
Jordan Caliban: And that's just the start next up is possibly the realest mother fucker in this damn company, he is your Television champion and the shining star that Sequitus will push higher than the moon, hailing from Rockhampton, Australia THIS IS THE SHINE BRENT ALPINE!
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 he tries to clip Caliban's heels and gives off a sort of automaton disgust in Jordy's general direction. 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 and Caliban goes straight past him with a high 5 on the walk cool as fuck, Brent slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle. The pig 'speaks' in a robotic tone.
Percy Micro: Introducing my cherished commodity, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!
'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead. Percy hides under the ring. Kyle Steel's microphone finally starts to work again and he raises his microphone with an annoyed look.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents...
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the arena speakers. When the guitar kicks in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive amount of heat. "Fuck You Price" chants start up as Price goads them on by smiling and waving. As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. Alpine and Cormack slide out of the ring and converse with Caliban to talk match strategy as they stare down Price. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his partner...
"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 entrance way and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight on the stage as the crowd pops.
Erin Robbins: And here comes our new World Champion!
The fans continue to pop as Price turns his head to the stage expecting to see Orbit, only he doesn't come out.
Zach Davis: Or maybe not? What the heck is going on?
The song continues to play as the fan's cheers turn to confusion. Price looks equally surprised as he hops down off the apron and walks over to the referee. As they talk the jumbotron flickers on suddenly and we hear Orbit yelling at someone. All eyes turn to the big screen as we see Benjamin Atreyu and Stacy Black Armstrong holding a bloodied Steve Orbit up against a wall. Waylon Cash walks up to Orbit and Orbit spits a wad of saliva and blood in his face. Cash smirks and wipes it off before unloading on Orbit with a punch to the mouth. Orbit trying to wrestle free of Atreyu and Armstrong as Cash watches with amusement before grabbing Orbit by the head and smashing him back into the wall. Orbit is let drop to the ground as the camera switches back to the ring. Price is seeing what happens and he runs toward the ropes when he sees Caliban standing on the apron. He turns to the right and left only to see Cormack and Alpine standing on the apron as well.
Erin Robbins: Price you might want to get out of there...
Price looks back and forth at all three men as he slowly steps backward from them. Suddenly Jordan Ciserano jumps the barricade and hops up on the apron behind Price. Price turns around, sees Ciserano and stops in his tracks. Caliban, Cormack and Alpine all enter the ring as Price spins around looking for a way out. Finally he gives up on retreating and goes on the offensive as tackles Caliban to the mat and starts hammering away at him.
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Immediately Cormack, Alpine and Ciserano pull him off and the three on one assault commences with Caliban standing aside and yelling orders. We then get a split screen of the assault in the ring and the backstage area as Cash is stomping on the chest of Orbit. Steve tries to sit up but catches a boot to the face from Atreyu. Back in the ring Cormack is pulling Price up to his feet and holds him upright with his arms behind him. Caliban steps up and smacks him across the face, yelling at him the entire time. Caliban steps back as Cormack releases Price and then Caliban hits him with the Blam Murdered You. In the back, Scott Savage is now in the shot holding a steel chair. Cash finally stops stomping long enough to yell for Armstrong and Atreyu to get him up. They do so as Cash grabs the chair from Savage and then drives it into the gut of Orbit. He starts to fall over but Atreyu and Armstrong grab him and keep him up. Cash again driving the chair into the midsection of Orbit before letting it drop to the ground. Savage in the background cheering Cash on as he grabs Orbit by the head and begins to lay into him with right hands. Back in the ring, Sequitus has Price surrounded and are watching as he struggles to push himself upright after the Superkick. Alpine is rubbing his hands together and yells out "I swear this won't hurt" as Price finally gets to his feet. Alpine spins him around, kicks him in the gut and then hits The Glow Worm. Down goes Price as he clutches his neck, much to the delight of Caliban and the others.
Erin Robbins: This is sickening to watch.
Back to the backstage area and Cash is holding up the head of Orbit. Blood is dripping from his mouth and nose and he's already starting to swell up. Cash pats him on the cheek and then knees him in the gut. Atreyu and Armstrong let him go as Cash pulls him in and then hits him with The Killshot on the chair. Savage cheers and begins to clap as Cash sits up and looks over at Orbit. Atreyu and Armstrong reach down and help him to his feet as Savage pats him on the shoulder. Back in the ring Caliban and Ciserano have both headed for the corners and are up on the top rope. Caliban gestures to Ciserano to do the honors and Ciserano leaps off with the 450 Splash. Price rolls over onto his back holding his chest but Cormack rolls him right back over onto his back before stomping down on his chest. Caliban now motioning for him to step back before leaping off with the Caliboom.
Zach Davis: Where is the help for Price and Orbit? Where are Jonny Fly and Corey Black?
Erin Robbins: They aren't here! Both of them took the night off and are at home.
Zach Davis: Damn it! This was the plan! We saw Waylon and Caliban in the back earlier talking and wondered what they were talking about. This was it!
Erin Robbins: My god you're right! They must have heard that only Orbit and Price would be here tonight and decided to make the most of the opportunity.
Backstage Cash, Atreyu, Armstrong and Savage are checking over their work when they turn to walk off. Suddenly we hear a sputtering sound as the camera looks down to see Orbit conscious and coughing up blood. Cash spins around, sees Orbit still awake and goes into a rage. Cash now running over to Orbit and he scoops up the chair. He yells for Atreyu and Armstrong to get him back up. They do so and Cash brings down the chair on the top of Orbit's head. Orbit drops to the ground and cash yells for them to get him up again. They look skeptical but do so and Cash smashes the chair over his head again.
Zach Davis: Somebody stop this! Somebody help him!
Cash telling them to pull him up a third time and Savage steps in to tell him that's enough. Cash ignores him and hits Steve again with the chair. Cash still not done and he wants Orbit up again but Savage grabs the chair and pulls it from his hands. Atreyu and Armstrong now doing what they can to hold Cash back from doing more harm as Savage screams at Cash that they can't kill him. Cash finally listens to reason and calms down enough to spit on Orbit's body as Atreyu and Armstrong manage to lead him away with Savage right behind them. Back in the ring, Cormack has Price up in The Citadel as Caliban screams at him. Alpine behind him with the Television Title raised up in the air, yelling that "This is mine" as Price appears to be out cold. Cormack finally ends it with a flapjack and Price isn't moving.
Erin Robbins: Come on! Enough is enough already!
Cormack looks like he wants to keep going but Caliban holds him back. Alpine and Ciserano step forward and surround Price as Slam fades to black with side by side shots of an unconscious Jayson Price surrounded by Sequitus and Steve Orbit being attended to by medical personnel in the back.
Zach Davis: HEY WAIT!
WAYLON CASH HAS RUSHED THE RING ONCE MORE! He's above Steve Orbit's body.
Erin Robbins: What else can he possibly do!? Orbit is practically dead!
Cash bends down, staring into Orbit's eyes. Or he would be, if Orbit's eyes were open.
Zach Davis: Is he going to beat him... even MORE unconscious? Come on, Waylon!
Waylon grins... before raising the WCF World Title high above his head.
Erin Robbins: Where'd he get THAT from!?
Zach Davis: Apparently he grabbed it before getting back into the ring. Adding insult to injury...
The crowd boos like crazy as Waylon Cash stands tall over Steve Orbit, grinning like a madman, and holding the WCF World Heavyweight Title high in the air. Slam fades to black.