The opening riff to Adagio's "The Stringless Violin" plays around the Pepsi Center as almost instantaneously, the Denver crowd starts booing.
Erin Robbins: And here he is! The man of the moment! Glory to our United States champion! Glory to America!
Zach Davis: What…?
Erin Robbins: Don’t you know Zach? It’s all over social media! Doctor Remus Micayle is going to officially induct Mark Dillinger in to Team Science! This is truly a great day for our country; we are going to have another honourable and well-loved representative of our country in this federation! First the Scientist, and now Dillinger… so glorious indeed!
Doctor Remus Micayle steps out from the back with a huge smirk on his face. Dressed in a full white suit, he has the WCF United States championship draped over his shoulder as he slowly makes his way in to the ring, his every step marred by the booing of the crowd. Along with him, curiously, is a long staff, not unlike the type the pope carries around in ceremonial occasions.
Zach Davis: I couldn’t agree less with you Erin. The people hate him, and the only thing that will be glorious about the title right now is the day he loses it. Which will be today to Natural ICE Beckman, who in MY opinion, will be a far superior champion.
Erin Robbins: Bullshit! That guy drinks beer like a camel drinks water! No way he’s a superior representative of our nati— unless… you want a DRUNKARD like yourself to be a champion! Zach, how dare you!
Zach Davis: I don’t know what the hell you are talking about, woman. And why the hell is he dressed like that? He looks like a pastor!
Micayle rolls into the ring, taking care not to crumple his attire, before signalling for a microphone from a nearby stagehand. He strolls in to the centre of the squared circle, before starting to speak. He lifts it to his lips.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen.
Booing from the crowd. He ignores them.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Today… marks a very special day. Not just for me, not just for the WCF, not even for all of you asinine cods. It’s much more than that. Today, on March 9th 2014… is a day where AMERICA celebrates. And what for, you may ask? Well, dear people of Denver, we celebrate…
He brandishes a hand outwards dramatically.
Doctor Remus Micayle: The welcoming of a man with ethics in to the fraternity of truth seekers! Too often a time have the work of brilliant and ingenious members of society such as myself been neglected in worship of false idols. Your days of venerating the likes of Nicki Minaj, Cristano Ronaldo, Asa Akira, and Jesus Christ are over! And it’s all because of this man. After a series of challenges that only a man of value can overcome, I am proud to welcome Mister Mark Dillinger out in to the ring right now to be initiated in to Team Science!
Even heavier booing emerges from the Colorado crowd, as the more inebriated fans in the stands stand up and point their middle fingers to Micayle.
Zach Davis: Seems that he can’t blind everyone in the crowd with that spiel. They all know that our so-called respectable United States champion is nothing but a self-serving man.
Erin Robbins: I have absolutely no clue why you are so intent on disagreeing with Doctor Micayle. My opinion of him is dramatically different from yours. He is such a man of value and wisdom, no doubt his reign as champion is a huge boost in the arm for our company. Adding Mark Dillinger in is just going to help him teach the rest of the world.
Micayle smiles that icy-thin smirk again, before pointing at the WCFTron.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Presenting to you… the first initiate of Team Science. The very first Apostle of Science and my right-hand man… MARK DILLINGER!
A scream echoes throughout the arena, followed by the sounds of gun fire. This continues on for a few moments, and then silence, before the boos of the crowd start coming in again. Mark Dillinger steps out on the stage, watching the crowd with an uncharacteristically joyful face. Similarly paying no need to the jeers, he makes the rest of the way down the ramp, away from the eyes staring at him. Micayle looks upon him approvingly as he rolls in to the ring.
The two men then walk towards each other. Slowly. Deliberately. Before meeting in a firm handshake.
Erin Robbins: The ring now contains two of the finest men in the WCF! Lets give them a round of applause everyone!
But it seems that the Denver fans are giving anything but. Vulgarities, obscene gestures, and even loose trash are being flung everywhere, and there’s absolute mayhem in the stands. Both Micayle and Dillinger are turning a blind eye to the crowd. Instead, Dillinger retreats to a corner of the ring, while the Scientist remains in the centre of the ring. And then, out of nowhere, Dillinger goes down to one knee, his head bent low in deference to Micayle - almost like a knight in medieval times.
Zach Davis: What the… ?
The WCF United States champion, on his part, doesn’t look particularly shocked at this gesture of respect; obviously this was a pre-planned act. He raises the staff he’s holding high in the air, while continuing to speak in to the microphone.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Mark Dillinger, you have impressed with your professionalism, discipline, and fighting spirit. You have asked for favour, and now, you will be granted with the knowledge that you have craved for. Having acknowledged the truth and superiority of science in our world, you will now be justly rewarded as deemed fit. Continue kneeling, and raise your arm in the air.
Dillinger raises his right hand in the air; the stump conspicuous as always.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Repeat after me.
Jeers start again, as this twisted mockery of a ceremony is broadcasted to the entire globe to witness.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I, from this day forth, will be a Apostle of science.
Mark Dillinger: I, from this day forth, will be a Apostle of science.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I most solemnly and sincerely swear with a firm and steadfast resolution to perform my duties with pride, honour, and integrity. I carry the flag of Darwin in to battle. I answer only to sense, rationality, and the truth.
Mark Dillinger: I most solemnly and sincerely swear with a firm and steadfast resolution to perform my duties with pride, honour, and integrity. I carry the flag of Darwin in to battle. I answer only to sense, rationality, and the truth.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I must deny the heathens and the slanderers amongst us. Should I violate my duties as an Apostle of science, may I be degraded, suspended, or expelled from the fraternity of truth-seekers.
Mark Dillinger: I must deny the heathens and the slanderers amongst us. Should I violate my duties as an Apostle of science, may I be degraded, suspended, or expelled from the fraternity of truth-seekers.
Team Science: Amen.
A moment of silence fills the arena as the fans absorb what has just occurred before their eyes. The Scientist walks over to the still-kneeling Dillinger, before placing the tip of the staff on to his head.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Then… Mark Dillinger... arise! Arise as the First Apostle! From this moment on, no longer will you be a slave to your baser instincts. Your body is weak, but your mind will be reinforced with the truth. Science will be your salvation, and with it, you will fight for truth and justice! Arise!
He taps the staff on Dillinger’s head twice, before taking a step back. Emboldened, Dillinger stands up, raising both hands in the air triumphantly. He moves towards the Scientist, and the two once again meet in a firm handshake. Micayle then raises Dillinger’s hand in the air.
Doctor Remus Micayle: People of Denver, take note! This man here is no longer the creature ruled by instinct as we all saw he was! I took a broken soldier, nay a broken man, and turned him in to a being ruled by intellectual purpose once more! I present to you… Mark Dillinger!
He puts his arm down and passes him the live mic, before applauding silently. Dillinger, wearing his usual pokerface, takes up the microphone to address the crowd.
Mark Dillinger: The good Doctor has helped, and now I wi—
But before he could complete his sentence, “Deeds Not Words” by Dropkick Murphys plays over the speakers, and the crowd ONCE AGAIN goes wild! Irked, both Micayle and Dillinger turn towards the entrance.
Erin Robbins: Oh no, what is this monkey doing out here now. He’s ruining the ceremony!
Zach Davis: Ha! It seems that Cormack MacNeill is out once again to talk some sense in to Doctor Micayle! Apparently, him, like the rest of us, is sick of witnessing this rubbish in the ring! Plus, the confrontation they’ve gotten in to last week hasn’t concluded by any means! This is just going to be another jab, I bet you!
Erin Robbins: Yeah, well whatever! He talked a big game about having Jordan Ciserano win the title off the Doctor last week. Look what happened! The joke is on his stupid stable!
Cormack MacNeill steps out from the back, a smirk on his face as he glances at the commotion in the ring. As like last week, he is carrying a live microphone in his hand.
Cormack MacNeill: Will the two of you shut the hell up!
The crowd pops for this.
Cormack MacNeill: It's the twenty-first century, and if a man like Dillinger wants to marry another man, we should be supportive. You two will make a fine couple.
Micayle and Dillinger are both beside themselves with anger. Dillinger raises the mic, but MacNeill cuts him off again.
Cormack MacNeill: And you Doc… you strutted and bragged last week about how easy it was going to be to beat Jordan Ciserano, and you barely made it out with the win. You, the leader of Team Science, could barely hold your own against the youngest member of Sequitus. Pathetic!
The crowd cheers at the mention of Sequitus.
Zach Davis: Ha ha! Nice one Cormack!
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. Just look at the Scientist! He’s practically turning purple!
Indeed, he is. Fuming, Micayle grabs the microphone back from Dillinger and screams in to it.
Doctor Remus Micayle: What on earth do you want, you hockey-playing leech!? My Apostle and myself are busy conducting legitimate business over here and you decide to be a Seth Rogen and play jokes at my expense? MY EXPENSE!? You got a lot of nerve there, idiot! You codswallop, get out of my sight, and get out of this platform! It’s my airtime!
The crowd is besides themselves at the apparent lack of control Micayle is experiencing right now. Shaking his head in mock pity, Cormack wags his index finger in a no-no motion.
Cormack MacNeill: What am I doing out here Doc? Saving Denver from listening to your elitist bullshit.
The crowd chants 'Bullshit!' for a few seconds.
Cormack MacNeill: From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry. Sorry that the WCF fans in Denver had to listen to you drone on and on about Team Science, and how special you are. You're special all right.
Cormack MacNeill: I think you and your lackey need to clean up. Wash away all the bullshit that's floating around in your heads. Before it gets you into trouble.
Smiling mysteriously once more, MacNeill drops the microphone, before retreating backstage. A still-incensed Micayle continues shouting at the retreating Cormack, while Dillinger tries his best to pacify the United States champion. The Denver fans are abuzz.
Zach Davis: Huh? Whatever does that apology mean?
Erin Robbins: He better apologise more! That is simply rude, no questions asked! If I were the Doctor, I’ll get a shotgun and just blast silly Cormack in the head! Interrupting his ceremony, the terr— AHHHHHH!!!
Zach Davis: Woah! Holy shit, what the hell is THAT!
All of a sudden, and to the delight of the fans, GREEN SLUDGE drops from the ceiling and in to the ring, splattering both Doctor Remus and Dillinger copiously! Looking like something from the sewage, the ENTIRE ring is now covered with the foul substance, and both members of Team Science are now struggling to get out of the mess! Dillinger manages to get out of the ring after the initial splash, but Micayle isn’t so lucky. He trips and falls, further staining his outfit with the substance; the canvas being so slippery with slime.
Erin Robbins: Oh my god! This is a disaster! What the hell is that, and why is this happening to Dillinger’s ceremony!
Zach Davis: Ha ha! This must be what Cormack was referring to just now! He obviously planned it, and now Micayle is helpless!
Finally, after much struggling, the champion manages to roll out of the ring with his treasured WCF United States title along with him. Growling and shouting in pure anger, a slime-soaked Micayle gestures for a less-stained Dillinger to head off backstage. The crowd is loving it, and their cheers just reflect that fact.
Zach Davis: Team Science is making their way to the back right now! Cormack better watch his back, they sure aren’t going to be happy!
The screen fades to black as Slam goes to commercial, as both Micayle and Dillinger walk off quickly.
The lights in the arena go out. “Hello Zepp” begins to play over the PA. A dark red lights begin to turn on throughout the arena. Smoke begins to cover the floor of the entrance ramp. Slowly walking out from the back there is a tall large figure wearing a long trench coat. The large figure gets to the top of the ramp and stands there and slowly looks around at the crowd an eerie feeling is felt thought out the building.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds, he is the man from Hell, CRISIS!!!
Crisis then begins to move slowly with the music from the ramp and makes his way down to the ring with the jacket moving from side to side behind him. As Crisis walks his eyes do not remove themselves from the ring. At the bottom of the ramp he stops and stands there for what seems like an eternity, when finally he steps to the apron and reaches both arms up and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He stands there, his eyes still straight ahead of him before finally stepping over the top rope into the ring. Crisis moves to the center of the ring and slowly looks around at the crowd. Crisis slowly removes his jacket and hands it to the official in the ring. The man from hell stands motionless in the ring staring up the entrance ramp awaiting.
"Bawitdaba" by Kid Rock starts playing and out steps Collin Corona in all black. He starts rubbing his hands and smileing as he starts down the aisle. He climbs the ring steps and steps in under the top rope. He climbs the second turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring.
"Rags to Riches" by Tony Bennett. "As Far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster." blasts through the PA system followed by Tony Bennett's piece. Greco comes slowly walking out through the curtain with a smile so big you can see it from the last seat at the other side of the arena. "I know I'd go from rages to riches If you would, only say you care"
Fernando Rodriguez does a Sin Cara style entrance, taunting by praying on the top rope.
The opening bars of Ghost Opera by Kamelot begins and Alexander Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he slaps hands with all fans foolish enough to try. He, of course, hits the fans hands as hard as human possible. He rolls in under the bottom rope.
The lights go out and the National Anthem of USSR plays and the arena go 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 is standing outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Everyone is here, here we go!
Artyom runs at Crisis and gets an uppercut for his trouble, sending him sprawling. Greco runs at him next, and Greco gets a huge Big Boot. Next up is Alexander Richards, looking for enlightenment but only finding a huge Clothesline from Crisis.
Erin Robbins: A lot of hype behind Crisis leading into this match, Zach, and he's dominating thus far.
Fernando Rodriguez tries his luck next. Crisis goes for another huge Clothesline but Rodriguez ducks it!, Crisis turns and Rodriguez runs at him... only for Crisis to lift him into a Gorilla Press.
Zach Davis: What power!
Crisis steps quickly towards the ropes, and tosses Rodriguez right out!
Erin Robbins: First elimination! What a show of strength by Crisis!
Greco and Richards are brawling now. Corona starts clubbing Crisis from behind, but Crisis shrugs it off and turns. Crisis blocks a strike from Corona. Corona decides to try to irish whip Crisis, but Crisis reverses it and sends Corona flying to the ropes instead. Crisis runs at him...
Zach Davis: SPEAR! SOUL ERASER!
Crisis Spears Corona, which sends Corona flying over the top rope and to the outside!
Erin Robbins: Boom! Another elimination! Crisis is on fire!
Zach Davis: Yeah, hellfire, I'd say.
Erin Robbins: ...
Artyom is next. He goes toe to toe with Crisis, and the two men stare each other down before they begin brawling.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Richards and Greco are really fighting tooth and nail, and maybe being wise by not attacking Crisis.
Greco runs at Richards... BOOM!, Richards reverses it into a T-Bone Suplex!, sending Greco over the top!
Erin Robbins: Greco eliminated - no!
Greco grabs onto the ropes and hangs onto the apron! Greco climbs back into the ring and is met with a Short Arm Lariat from Richards. Richards then drops and begins choking him.
Zach Davis: This match is currently down to four men.. wait!
Crisis just Choke Tossed Artyom right out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: What an elimination! Crisis is simply amazing.
Zach Davis: Again, he's totally dominated this match, Erin, from start to finish. Well, start to right now, anyway. But he seems damn near unstoppable.
He grins as Richards has Greco up and the two are brawling. Eventually Richards turns, both he and Greco near the ropes, and Crisis runs at them.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the double elimination!
Crisis goes for a Clothesline but NO!, Richards and Greco both duck and Crisis is sent flying over the top rope!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Erin Robbins: Crisis has been eliminated! He got too cocky, Zach, he didn't expect that from Richards and Greco!
Before Richards can even react, Greco catches him and lifts him for an Angle Slam, throwing him over the top rope as well!
Zach Davis: THE GOODS! TOMMY GRECO WINS IT WITH THE GOODS!
Erin Robbins: Totally out of nowhere!
Richards hits the mat and then stands back up, livid. He seems like he's about to get back into the ring as the bell sounds and Greco's music hits, but Crisis attacks him from behind. Richards and Crisis begin brawling on the outside as Greco celebrates in the ring!
Zach Davis: Somebody stop this!
Erin Robbins: This match could've been won by any of these three men, Zach. But two quick eliminations and Greco got lucky, this time.
The camera opens backstage as both Doctor Remus Micayle and Mark Dillinger walk along the corridor. Both of them are looking positively fuming about Cormack MacNeill’s interruption earlier, and their slime-covered bodies tell the entire story. WCF interviewer Hank Brown approaches the duo in an attempt to talk to the two.
Hank Brown: Doctor Micayle, Mark Dillinger! Can I get a statement from you about the incident just now?
Dillinger ignores him and continues walking down the corridor, understandably upset at his moment being ruined by the Sequitus member. Micayle however, coldly stares at Brown, before stopping mid-way and addressing the question.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You saw what happened just now Hank. I’ve made it very clear all week. That’s MY ring time, MY in-ring time, and MY ceremony with Mark Dillinger! That skirt-wearing ghoul decides that he wants to be a comedian and be funny with me? I’ll tell you what Hank! Cormack MacNeill is just a no-good Canadian curtain jerker who just stepped above his head way more than he can ever imagine! That’s fine, Team Science is going to play his game. Before Slam closes tonight, I promise as WCF United States champion that everyone present tonight, including these washout Centennials in Denver will understand why both Mark Dillinger as well as myself are going to be respected!
Micayle stares at Hank Brown in anger, before striding furiously towards his locker room. The camera fades to black as Slam goes to commercial.
"Ready to Start" by Arcade Fire hits the PA and Peter Quinn quickly comes out the curtain, trying not to make too much of a scene. He practically jogs to get to the ring, slipping inside and standing still till the bell rings.
Zach Davis: Here comes Peter Quinn, and I gotta say he bears a striking resemblance to a young Bob Dylan!
Erin Robbins: Can you imagine Bob Dylan competing inside of a WCF ring, Zach? Hahaha. What a lark that would be!
Zach Davis: Are you saying that Bob Dylan can't throw down, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Maybe if he was fighting against Joan Baez or the late Pete Seeger, but against these finely tuned, muscular, insulated vassals of dominance known as WCF Superstars? Never!
Zach Davis: Nonetheless, Peter Quinn is a talented young man with previous championship experience that he earned while competing in Australia. Let's see if he can put it all together here against--
Crowd: JORDAN YOUNG! JORDAN YOUNG! JORDAN YOUNG!
The opening strains of "Are You Ready" by AC/DC hit the PA system and the crowd explodes! The opening verse hits and the guitar riffs boom to life. Jordan Young comes out and shouts EXTREME RULES! at the top of his voice and then runs to the ring then goes to the top of each corner and shout EXTREME RULES! again from all of the them.
Crowd: EXTREME RULES! EXTREME RULES! EXTREME RULES!
Zach Davis: Yes, YES, YES!! EXTREME RULES!!
Erin Robbins: Zach, sit down, you're making a fool of yourself!
Zach Davis: Sorry, I got caught up in the refrain. That's some powerful stuff right there. Those hot AC/DC guitar licks hit the PA and I lose my mind.
Erin Robbins: Yes, you've been known to cream yourself during Jayden Thunder's ring entrances.
Zach Davis: Those are for entirely peripheral reasons, Erin!
Erin Robbins: Whatevs.
Zach Davis: Jordan Young had requested that this match be contested under No Disqualification rules, but his application was submitted too late in the week for the WCF Championship Committee to have the opportunity to review it.
Erin Robbins: Who the hell is actually on this championship committee, Zach? I keep hearing about them but I have no earthly idea who their membership actually consists of.
Zach Davis: Uh, secret society I believe, Shannan, er, Erin sorry.
Erin Robbins: I told you never to call me by her name!
Zach Davis: I said sorry! Anyway the championship committee is similar to the Illuminati. We can't see them, hear them, touch them or taste them, but they do run everything around us. Jam Willy Jesus has some interesting theories on the matter.
Erin Robbins: Oh lord, that crackpot and his half-baked theories.
Referee Zip Wingdinger inspects Quinn and Young for foreign objects, keeping an especially wary eye on the contents of Jordan Young's trunks.
Zach Davis: Zip is having a good ol' time inspecting Jordan Young's groin area and I think Zip sees something that he likes.
Erin Robbins: Well, Zip doesn't like any fudge business getting past him and if Jordan is trying to sneak a blunt object past Zip without letting him handle it first, that could spell trouble.
Zip finally gives his consent for the match to begin and he calls for the bell.
Young immediately charges Peter and drops his overwhelmed young foe with a Thesz press, to the delight of the WCF faithful in attendance.
Zach Davis: The young Dylan lookalike is being swarmed with hammer fists and elbows from "Forever Hardcore" Jordan Young! This is not how Mr. Quinn wanted to start this match!
Erin Robbins: Young wanted a No DQ match -- what does everyone around here have against Dairy Queen, by the way? -- and he's doing everything he can to take the fight to Peter Quinn even under the conventional rules of WCF competition.
Quinn manages to grab hold of the ropes, holding onto them for dear life as the referee warns Jordan to cease his ground and pound assault on the Seattle-based writer.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE!!!
BREAK IT UP, YOUNG, OR YOU'RE GOING TO DAIRY QUEEN!!!
Young finally complies with the referee's orders and gets to his feet. He waits for Quinn to do the same and then ragdolls Peter with a violent belly-to-belly suplex. Young immediately hooks the leg for the pin attempt.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Quinn showing some fight and some zest in his persona of soul with that kick out, but Young is still in firm control of this contest.
Young tucks Quinn's head between his legs and begins to lift him around the waist, as if attempting a piledriver, but Quinn fights it -- wiggle wiggle wiggle -- and Quinn squirms out of Young's grip.
Zach Davis: Quinn doing everything he can to avoid certain disaster!
Erin Robbins: Both men get back to their feet and Young immediately shucks forward with that vicious clothesline of his, but Quinn ducks and Young goes right through the ropes! I don't think Quinn is even aware of it yet, he's just trying to regain his bearings!
Quinn stumbles about the ring, searching high and low for his opponent, but Jordan Young is nowhere to be found. Quinn gains a sense of confidence and struts about the ring, his arms raised in the air, drawing a mixture of cheers and boos from the jam packed Pepsi Center.
Zach Davis: Quinn thinks the match is over! If I didn't know better, I would say that he has no understanding of the rules of professional wrestling!
Erin Robbins: Quinn just asked the referee to raise his hand, and in doing so he interrupted the ref as he was counting Jordan Young out of the ring! They must do things backwards down under in those Australian wrestling companies, Zach!
Jordan reemerges on the ring apron with chair in hand as the referee attempts to explain the rules of the match to Peter Quinn. The referee, distracted by his conversation with Quinn, is completely oblivious to Young as Young sneaks up behind hm and clobbers him over the head with the chair, taking Zip out of the match.
Zach Davis: Zip is down! Ref bump! Ref bump! Oh gawd lawdy, it's a ref bump in Denver, Colorado tonight!
Erin Robbins: Young, it's not a No DQ match, you idiot! What are you doing?
Jordan Young simply don't give a flip about the rules as he stalks Peter Quinn with the chair, Peter running with an abject fear projecting from his normally droopy eyelids.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous! Young is chasing Quinn with the chair and Quinn is running around in circles like a hamster on a wheel!
Erin Robbins: Young just tripped over the referee and fell face first onto the chair that he brought into the ring! What a comedy of errors that we are witnessing in this match!
Quinn trips over the referee as well, accidentally reviving him in the process, before falling on top of Jordan Young. The groggy Wingdinger makes a slow but steady count as Quinn covers Young.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Zach Davis: Jordan Young gets his shoulder up, but he had about three times as much time to do so as he normally would! Zip Wingdinger is hobbled and I think the crowd has grown weary of the antics of one Jordan Young!
Erin Robbins: Is Jordan Young... is he turning heel before our very eyes, Zach?
Zach Davis: Erin, please, no insider references. We're trying to protect kayfabe here!
Erin Robbins: Kayfabe... oh so that's how you pronounce it. I've always wondered about that!
Quinn looks jittery as he gets to his feet, but the new found support of the crowd inspires him. His frown turns upside and he gains a confidence in his grappling abilities that was heretofore unknown to him. Young slowly gets to his feet. Instead of being petrified, Quinn finds a killer aggression and swarms Young with uppercuts.
Zach Davis: Look at Peter Quinn go! He's on the offensive with his best moves of the match thus far!
Erin Robbins: You're not kidding, Zach! Peter Quinn is a house of fire! He measures Young... and clotheslines him over the top rope!
Quinn turns away to celebrate his achievement and soak in the adulation of the fans. However, unbeknownst to Quinn, Young has landed on his feet on the ring apron. Young thwacks Quinn in the back of the head. Quinn turns around, stunned and obviously in pain, and Young lands a shoulder strike to Peter's midsection and drops him onto the top rope throat first with the hangman's drop.
Zach Davis: The Mighty Quinn has fallen and Jordan Young is in the driver's seat once again! He's going to the top rope, Erin-- Jordan Young is about to fly!
Erin Robbins: He hits it! Jordan Young hits that patented flying elbow drop of his and he covers Peter Quinn! That could do it!
A still hobbled Zip Wingdinger flops down and makes the pin, albeit at a more sluggish cadence than usual.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THR--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Zach Davis: Peter Quinn gets his shoulder up just in the nick of time, and it was that slow count by the ref that aided him!
Erin Robbins: Jordan Young certainly has no one to blame but himself -- he's the one who attacked the ref earlier in the match, trying to show off what a lawless badass he is -- but he's giving Zip an earful all the same.
Quinn scores with a schoolboy roll-up on the distracted Jordan Young, and Zip eagerly makes the count this time.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Peter Quinn nearly scored the upset and it appears that Zip Wingdinger has made a miraculous recovery!
A visibly perturbed Jordan Young gets to his knees and eats a Shining Wizard from Peter Quinn, who appeared to hit the move on sheer accident when attempting a more fanciful and decadent striking technique.
Zach Davis: This Move Kills Fascists! Quinn is rolling now! He's got Young exactly where he wants him!
Erin Robbins: Young is back to his feet though, Zach... and he just got laid out with Words, Words, Words from Quinn!
After hitting the awkward looking cutter, Quinn quickly covers Young and Zip slides in to make the count.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Peter Quinn wins it! What an upset! The writer from Seattle picks up his first victory in the WCF!
Erin Robbins: The ref is raising Quinn's hand and Quinn couldn't be happier. He looks like he just won the Super Bowl, like his hometown Seahawks!
Zach Davis: What's this? I'm being told Hank Brown needs us to send it to the back immediately?
We quickly switch to the backstage area where Jayson Price has Hank Brown pinned to the wall and is choking him with his tie. Price is looking into the camera waiting for word that he's live. Finally he gets it and lets Hank drop to the floor.
Jayson Price: Sequitus! Oh you four little mother fuckers must have really thought you got me last week with that little four on one attack. I'll admit it, my ribs are still a bit tender and this shiner you gave me is impressive as fuck. But you four fucked up royally when you failed to finish the job. Yeah, you left me on the mat in a good bit of pain and I'm still feeling it, but I'm standing right here, right now. And boys, you just pissed off the wrong mother fucker. Black and Fly may not be here tonight and Orbit is still in the hospital, but Pantheon is going to be looking strong as fuck by the end of the night. I can guaran-fucking-tee you that.
Price shoves past the cameraman as Slam cuts to commercial.
Zach Davis: And it's time for tag team action!
"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. 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.
"Unholy" by Kiss hits the speakers. Herringbone is no fan of fancy ring entrances. He just likes to laughs at the few "special" people at ringside. He thrives by offending and hurting people's feelings. He walks slowly to the ring, insulting random people. He gets inside the ring, walks to a top turnbuckle and stares at the emptiness around him. No pyro.
"New York, New York" hits the speakers and the young crowd becomes confused at the old timey music. Scoops Callahan walks out from the back waving to the crowd, who in turn are even more baffled as to why Scoops is wrestling. He'll then walk down the ramp and slap a few hands before climbing up onto the apron and then into the ring as his music fades out.
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at 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 arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Erin Robbins: And here we go!
Endorphin and Callahan are starting for their teams and they circle each other up before moving in for the tie-up. They fight for control with Callahan finally getting it. Callahan taking Endorphin to the mat with the double leg takedown and then he grabs back hold of the legs.
Zach Davis: What's he going to do here?
He goes for the giant swing. Round and round Endorphin goes as the crowd counts along. Finally at fifteen Callahan lets him go and then stumbles a bit as he's a bit dizzy himself. He stumbles back into his corner where Worthy tags himself in to give Scoops a break. Worthy now entering the ring as Endorphin gets to his feet trying to shake it off. Worthy isn't letting that happen though as he gets him up for the Arizona Bull Ride. Scoops is back up on the apron and he wants back in the ring. Worthy has no objections and tags him in. Endorphin manages to get to his corner and he tags in Herringbone before Scoops can stop him. Herringbone enters the ring and Scoops immediately hits him with a big boot to the face.
Erin Robbins: AIN'T THAT A KICK IN THE HEAD!
Herringbone stumbles back into the ropes and bounces off of them. Scoops now with The Big Scoop as Worthy is hopping up and down on the apron wanting to get back in. Scoops runs over and tags him back in. Worthy climbing up to the top rope as Herringbone is slowly getting up. Finally he's up to his feet and Worthy leaps off with The News Crash. Worthy with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And Callahan and Worthy get the win!
"20th Century Boy" hits the speakers as Callahan enters the ring to celebrate with Worthy. Slam goes to commercial as they exit the ring and head up the ramp.
A picture of a young black girl, around six years old, hair in pigtails, a huge smile with missing front teeth on her face. She's on a frozen pond, clutching a hockey stick, skates on her feet, dressed in pink snow pants and a hand-me-down Montreal Canadiens jersey.
The picture changes to the same girl, a few months older, in a Little League uniform, mid-swing as she connects with a pitch. No smile this time, the look on her face one of complete focus, completely oblivious to the camera, concentrating on only the game, the pitch, the way the ball comes off of her bat.
Another picture, again the same girl. The smile there again, though this time not missing any teeth. She's dressed in a pink gymnastics leotard, barefoot, standing in front of a balance beam. She's thin, though not unhealthily so, only a bit of baby fat on her cheeks.
The pictures start changing faster now; hockey, baseball, gymnastics, track and field. In each one she's a little older, passing through her elementary school and junior high years. The baby fat fades from her face, her body going from skinny to leanly athletic, gradually beginning to develop some of the curves of womanhood. She's clearly recognizable now, one of the newest members of the WCF roster, Mary Mac.
As we reach her high school years some of the sports change and her appearance continues to mature, but two things stay the same: the big smile at rest, the look of utter focus in competition. Mary in a blue and red wrestling singlet, driving an opponent to the mat with a double leg takedown. In a volleyball uniform, mid-jump, spiking the ball down aggressively over the net. Posing with teammates at the finish line of a cross-country race. Mid-leap, competing in the standing long jump. In her wrestling singlet with a hoody overtop, gold medal around her neck. Volleyball uniform again, this time hoisting a trophy with her team. Receiving a medal in track and field. The theme continues; a young, competitive athlete, clearly accustomed to success in both team and individual sports.
We're through high school now, Mary very much a woman. Now the pictures show her training in the gym; some, admittedly, glamourized shots, posing with the smile in a sports bra and yoga shorts, but others with that look of focus as she deadlifts, squats, presses and curls. Quick clips of her in a wrestling ring are interspersed, clearly small independent shows; Mary dropkicking an opponent, clotheslining another. A hurricanrana, an enziguri, an impressive double Northern Lights suplex, taking two women over into a bridging pin. Mary executing her Turnaround Missile Dropkick out of the corner, Mary hitting her Running Tornado DDT. Three shots of Mary hitting the Snap Decision brainbuster on her opponent, the last in slow motion, focusing on the impact to the back of the head and neck.
The second to last shot goes back to that little girl in the very first picture, all smiles; this fades to a shot of Mary Mac with her hand raised in victory by a referee, that same smile plastered to her face. The picture fades to black, leaving a message on the screen in hot pink:
When Slam returns from commercial we get a taped segment of Bryan Worthy in his green WCF blazer, a dress shirt and tie standing in front of a graphic reading “What’s the Buzz?”
Bryan Worthy: Welcome to a special Sunday Night Slam edition of “What’s the Buzz?” Earlier this week I sat down separately with WCF People’s Champion Stacy Robinson and its Director of Operations Joey Nitro to discuss the events affecting them and the Wrestling Championship Federation in general. What follows are some excerpts from those interviews.
The scene shifts to Buzz sitting down across from Stacy Robinson on the “What’s the Buzz?” studio set. Stacy is dressed casually, with the People’s Title slung over her shoulder.
Bryan Worthy: Last week on WCF Wednesday Night, you won the People's Championship off of Jayson Price. This is your first title win in the Wrestling Championship Federation. What was going through your mind when you won the belt?
Stacy Robinson: I was absolutely ecstatic with my title victory, not just because of the fact I won the belt, but because of the fact I managed to defeat Jayson Price, one of the most decorated Superstars in the entire company. Hopefully this title I hold will be the first of many…
Bryan Worthy: What can the WCF Universe expect from you as it's People's Champion?
Stacy Robinson: Well, I have always been a wrestler for the people so it was fitting that I won this title, I know it’s a cliché to hear, but many wrestlers who say this don’t actually mean it, but I do, the main reason why I wrestle is because I love putting on a show for these fans. They are the ones who are responsible for why we all have jobs, and I love it. Yeah obviously the money side of things is another reason why I do this, I have a family of two children to take care of and they mean the world to me and I want to make sure they have the best life I can possibly give them, I know the money doesn’t equals a fulfilled life, and that is why even with my constant on the road schedule, I try and spend time with them whenever I can, but the money helps. But to answer your question, as People’s Champion, the fans can expect what I always expect to give them, the best show I can pull off every night I perform, and I will defend that title with pride, knowing that I won the title for the fans…
Bryan Worthy: This Sunday at Slam, you have the chance to win another title, the Television Championship, in a six man tag match. The rules of the match are unique in that the two other people who are eligible to win the belt, Chase Michaels and your husband Mathew Robinson, are actually your tag team partners. What are your thoughts on this match stipulation? Are you worried that such a rule might divide your group, and negatively affect your chances for victory?
Stacy Robinson: The stipulation is unique, and obviously I can’t speak for Chase and Matt, but I’d imagine they would want to win the Television Championship just as much as I do. However we won’t let that get in the way of us, to be frank, the main reason why I want to win this match is because Chelsea’s in a number one contendership match for the Television Championship and if she wins that match, I want to be the champion. It would be nice to retain the title against her, but I’m mainly after her, and I will rip her fucking throat out. Retaining will be a bonus…
Bryan Worthy: Your partners are currently embroiled in a feud with WCF's Director of Operations Joey Nitro. What are your thoughts on this conflict? Do you plan on becoming involved personally?
Stacy Robinson: The conflict involving Chase, Matt and Nitro is none of my business, he’s leaving me to deal with my business on my own and I’m doing the same thing. Nitro should have known better not to mess with either of them, granted my husband attacked Nitro when he first debuted here, but my husband does whatever the Hell he wants and I’m not going to get in his way or question what he does, he has his reasons.
Bryan Worthy: Speaking of feuds, you are engaged in a bitter one with your fellow NWA alum Chelsea Black Armstrong. She's betrayed you the Savage Political Action Committee before joining them, beaten you at Timebomb in the first round of the Trilogy Cup, and most heinously abducted your brother Paul. Why has this rivalry become so personal, and what can be done to resolve it?
Stacy Robinson: I honestly don’t know what I did to Chelsea to make her do the things she’s been doing to me, but quite frankly she’s crossed the fucking line and I will make her pay. She had no right to bring my brother into this, before she tried to accuse my husband of cheating on me with my best friend Sylvia, but I turned that around and revealed that Sylvia is a lesbian, so now she stepped even further and has kidnapped my brother, I will get him back, and she will suffer for it.
There’s a cut, and now it’s Buzz sitting opposite a sharply dressed Joey Nitro.
Bryan Worthy: Prior to becoming Director of Operations here at WCF, you were the owner of the National Wrestling Association. In your opinion, how do the two companies to compare?
Joey Nitro: The NWA was a great company, there were many great talents, some not so good talents. The ones who are here in the WCF who came from NWA are the great talents, even though some of them have bad attitudes. As for the talent here that I had no idea about, much like in NWA, I have seen a lot of great talent here, some not so great, but mainly the talent here is fantastic and I’m happy to be involved in such a great wrestling company.
Bryan Worthy: As Director of Operations, what do you feel are the greatest issues the company needs to address moving forward?
Joey Nitro: After recent events, there are a lot of people in this company who do not respect their authority figures, which would be the only issue I currently have with this company. The people working here need to realise that they are working for Mr. Seth Lerch, and they need to learn to respect and listen to the likes of myself and WCF Commissioner, Mr. Eric Price…who Mr. Lerch himself brought in to help keep this place running as smoothly as possible
Bryan Worthy: Your tenure here in WCF has been controversial. You have been openly mocked on social media by a number of superstars, and outright ignored by others. What can you do to earn the locker room's confidence and respect?
Joey Nitro: I understand that a new authority figure needs to earn respect before any is given, and I am willing and able to earn that respect. I am a businessman Mr. Worthy, and sooner or later, whether the people in this company like it or not, they will have to just deal with the fact that I am here and I am the Director of Operations
Bryan Worthy: To date your biggest critic has been "The Outlaw" Mathew Robinson, who worked under you in the NWA. Can you summarize for us the reasons behind this bad blood?
Joey Nitro: I honestly have no explanation behind the animosity Mr. Robinson has for me, we never really crossed paths much back in NWA…I personally believe it’s down to his recent change in attitude, he’s always been a guy who strikes first and asks questions later, but lately he’s been more of well…an outlaw.
Bryan Worthy: You have been criticized for your use of excessive force to discipline WCF wrestlers who have openly disrespected you. How do you answer these charges?
Joey Nitro: I am not a wrestler, I never have been and I’ve just been a man who enjoys the wrestling business on the authority side of things. When I first joined the NWA, I was the General Manager, as the Owner at the time was Mr. Greg ‘Chino’ Monto, a man who has wrestled for both NWA and the WCF. When he couldn’t do the job anymore due to real life commitments, I took charge. When NWA folded, I kept track on where my former employees ended up and I kept my eye on this place, when the Director of Operations post became available, I took the chance and got the job. But like I said before, I am not a wrestler, so I cannot defend myself, so the way I sort out my business if people like Mr. Robinson and Mr. Michaels mess with me, I make sure they suffer the consequences. Mr. Michaels was lucky that Mr. Robert Connors managed to get his suspension overturned because quite frankly, he deserved that suspension for what he did to me. Both men are lucky to even still be employed here at the WCF.
The original shot of Buzz alone comes up.
Bryan Worthy: I'd like to thank both of my guests for this week's "What's the Buzz?". Follow us on Twitter for information on upcoming shows, and send us your comments to our "What's the Buzz?" forum on WCF.com. Thank you, and goodnight.
"Original Gangster" by Ice-T hits the speakers and draws a mixed reaction from the fans as the Original Gangster appears at the entrance.
Zach Davis: There he is-- the one, the only, the real O.G. in WCF! It's the Original Gangster, ladies and gentlemen of the WCF Universe!
Erin Robbins: Are those firearms that he's wielding, Zach? Colorado isn't really the state to be brandishing automatic weapons in.
The O.G. carries a Tommy gun and an AK-47 and shoots both off in the air as he's walking down the aisle. Zach and Erin both duck behind the announce table for cover.
Zach Davis: The man has lost his mind! Someone, stop the O.G.!
The "Men In Black" theme by Will Smith hits the PA as two men in black suits, one a tall young black man and the other a grizzled looking white man, both wearing sunglasses, come through the crowd and hop over the fan barrier. They cut off O.G. as he's making his way to the ring, drawing O.G.'s ire.
Agent Jay: Are you the Original Gangster?
The Original Gangster: Who the fuck wants to know? I'm on my way to the ring for my match. What is this bullshit, yo?!
Agent Kay: Sir, please don't be hostile. We could bring you in right now for unlawful possession of firearms, but we're not here for that. We just need you to confirm your identity. Are you in fact the Original Gangster?
The Original Gangster: Yes, yes, I'm the O.G. damn it, now what do you want?!
Agent Jay hands the O.G. a document. The O.G. stares at it with a puzzled expression on his face.
Agent Jay: Sir, you have been subpoenaed to appear before Congress. You're under investigation for involvement in organized crime activities, including but not limited to murder for hire, solicitation of prostitution, bookmaking, racketeering, illegal weapons charges and operating a cupcake stand without a license in the community of Grayson, California.
The Original Gangster: What the fuck? I never operated no cupcake stand, I'm the O.G.!
Agent Kay: This is neither the time nor the place to plead your case, sir. Just make sure that you appear before Congress at the time and date noted within the subpoena that you have been served with, or you will be in some deep doo-doo. Jay?
Agent Jay: Yes, Kay?
Agent Kay: Let's hit it.
Just as suddenly as they appeared, Agents Jay and Kay disappear into the crowd as "Men In Black" once again hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: Wow! The O.G. has been subpoenaed by Congress! I hope he's got himself a good lawyer!
Erin Robbins: Operating a cupcake stand without a license? Now that's just wrong. Shame on you, O.G.! For shame, sir!
Firefly steps out and turns her back to the crowd.
Voice- I'll make you famous.
"U can't touch this" by MC Hammer starts playing and five beautiful females come out and start dancing. Adam Young steps out and breaks it down Hammer style. Firefly walks over and wipes the sweat off his forehead as he walks towards the ring. Adam circles the ring all the while laughing and having a good time. He slides in and breaks it down one more time Hammer style. Huge bursts of colored pyro go off. Adam tosses his t-shirt to firefly and all of a sudden gets his trademark icey stare on.
Zach Davis: Stop! Hammer Time! Haha, good stuff, A.Y.! Adam Young likes to have a good time and fornicate with the sexy ladies, but he's all about business once he gets inside of that ring!
Erin Robbins: A.Y. is mean mugging O.G. right now, that's for sure. I think Adam is worried that O.G. might try to pimp out some of those fine ladies that he brought down to the ring with him.
Zach Davis: A distinct possibility after we heard about those charges that O.G. was accused of moments ago by Agents Jay and Kay. Both of these superstars need to get their head in the game and focus on the task at hand. A victory here will be big in the eyes of the championship committee.
Young walks right up to O.G. and slaps the taste out of his mouth. An all out brawl erupts between the two superstars as the ladies scurry from the ring and referee Peter Laos calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Adam Young and the Original Gangster are exchanging hard lefts and rights and Young is trying to get the upper hand in this fist fight!
Erin Robbins: O.G. is making a comeback though, Zach! He just clobbered O.G. with a beautiful uppercut that staggered the wily Texan!
O.G. follows up the landed punch with a DDT that drops A.Y. near the corner of the ring.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is down and it looks like the O.G. is climbing the ropes! What does he have in mind?
O.G. takes flight and lands a flying knee drop across the sternum of Adam Young. O.G. tries for the cover and the quick pin.
Peter Laos: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Adam Young powers to his feet and lands a series of deft shoulder strikes to O.G.'s midsection, halting O.G.'s momentum at least for now. Young builds up a head of steam and executes a picture perfect swinging neckbreaker, planting O.G. on the mat. Young goes for the cover now.
Peter Laos: ONE...
TW--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Not quite a two count there for Adam Young but at least he's got control of this match for the time being. What does he want to do with it?
Erin Robbins: Typically, Adam Young's strategy involves methodically wearing down an opponent with his superior technique, but as we've seen he's not adverse to engaging in a good brawl!
Young shoots the O.G. into the ropes and nails him on the rebound with a nasty reverse STO. Young is really feeling his oats now as he taunts the fans inside of the Pepsi Center.
Zach Davis: These fans here in Denver do not like mouthy Texans, that's for sure.
Erin Robbins: Few people outside of Texas like mouthy Texans, Zach. Hell, few people outside of Texas like Texans, period!
Crowd: BOO-URNS! BOO-URNS! BOO-URNS!
The bald Super Villain doesn't let the petty insults and chants of the fans distract him as he continues his assault on the Original Gangster, pummeling the O.G. with taut double ax handle strikes and backhand chops, the latter of which draw a healthy chorus of "WOOO!" from the fans. Adam stomps O.G. in the corner of the ring before hip tossing him back to the center of the canvas. A.Y. climbs out to the apron and slingshots in with a legdrop across the torso, showcasing a high level of athletic prowess in the process. A.Y. isn't done though; he springboards one more time and this time he hits a beautiful Arabian Press onto the O.G.! Even the anti-Young faction in the crowd has to give it up for that move.
Zach Davis: Arabian Press by Adam Young and he hooks the leg!
Peter Laos: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Adam Young begins screaming at the referee, insisting the count was slow.
Zach Davis: Adam Young definitely believes he should've had the three count that time. What do you think, Erin? Does the man have a point?
Erin Robbins: The count looked good to me, Zach. I think O.G. simply surprised Young by kicking out. Adam wasn't expecting that.
While Adam Young continues to argue with the ref, O.G. gets to his feet and grabs Young by the neck.
Zach Davis: O.G. just guzzled Adam Young! What's he gonna do with him?
Erin Robbins: He lifts him... oh noes, a devastating chokeslam! That's what the O.G. is gonna do with Adam Young!
O.G. follows with the cover as Laos slides in to make the count.
Peter Laos: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
O.G., learning from Young's mistake, doesn't waste any time arguing with the ref. He gets to his feet and drags A.Y. to the nearest corner of the ring.
Zach Davis: It looks like the O.G. is trying to rub one out here against Adam Young!
Erin Robbins: Zach! You're such a disgusting pervert!
Zach Davis: That's the name of O.G.'s finisher, the Rub Out! It's a top rope piledriver.
Erin Robbins: Oh, right. My bad. Carry on then.
O.G. tries to lift A.Y. but A.Y. has a little too much left in the tank and he flips O.G. to the mat with a back body drop. A.Y. takes a moment to recover.
Zach Davis: Nice counter by Adam Young! He's not a veteran in this company for nothing!
Erin Robbins: Much like a cockroach during nuclear war, Adam Young will survive!
Young gets to his feet and grapples O.G. Young plants O.G. with a stiff pump handle fall away slam and then calls for it-- it's time for the OMG! The crowd lets out a hateful chorus of boos and catcalls as Young grabs O.G. and goes for his finisher, but O.G. has the move well scouted and manages to slip out of it. O.G. drops Young with another DDT and then signals that it is indeed time to rub one out!
Zach Davis: O.G. with a graphic depiction of his finisher and it looks like he's ready to finish this match!
Erin Robbins: It looks like you're not the only pervert around here, Davis. A grown man stroking his genitals in the middle of the ring. How vulgar!?
O.G. takes A.Y. all the way to the top rope and lifts him up for the piledriver. Finally, O.G. leaps off the top turnbuckle, taking A.Y. with him, spiking Young's head on the canvas with the full impact of the Rub Out.
Zach Davis: There it is! O.G. makes the cover and hooks the leg!
Peter Laos: ONE...
Zach Davis: It's over! The Original Gangster picks up the win, defeating Adam Young after a game effort from both men!
Erin Robbins: But will he defeat the United States government, Zach? O.G. has that subpoena from Congress hanging over his head.
Zach Davis: O.G. might have to step out for a minute to take care of some business, but I'm sure that when he does return to WCF he'll be better than ever!
The titantron lights up with new video footage, drawing the crowd's attention to a scene unfolding. Mark Dillinger is making his way through the backstage area with a sheet of paper and a pencil. He turns the corner to the backstage area, where a lone employee is standing there, looking over his clipboard. Mark steps straight up to the man, thrusting the writing utensils straight into his face.
Mark Dillinger: Sir, I need your help drafting a letter.
The man looks up, an annoyed look on his face, but he eats the words coming to mind when he sees who is interrupting him. He grabs the items from Dillinger, reluctance still on his face.
Man: Are you sure I gotta do it? I'm about to go handle some technical problems back at the trailer.
Mark Dillinger cocks his head at the man, staring deep into the man's eyes. And then he shrugs, a reaction that fans wouldn't reacted from this man.
Mark Dillinger: I mean, I'd do it myself but . . .
He holds up his stump.
Mark Dillinger: Well, I'm right handed.
The techie nods in comprehension, preparing to begin the letter. Although, his eyes says he wasn't really interested in this at all.
Man: Alright, who's the letter to?
Mark Dillinger: Write "Dear Champ,"
Mark continues speaking, while the techie is fast at work at copying the words, his eyes widening as it went on.
Mark Dillinger: "I know you're hurting right now, champ. You rose so high and so quickly you've fallen once more. But I just want to assure you that this isn't the end for you. Cash wasn't the one who brought you the first time, and he won't be the one who will do it this time. The future is nothing more the application of the past under a new name, champ. Remember that"
Mark falls silent. The techie waits for a few moments before he speaks up.
Man: Do you want me to sign it Mark Dillinger?
Dillinger looks at the techie for a moment before he shakes his head. He taps his skull with his index finger.
Mark Dillinger: The voices says sign it "Sincerely, The Missing Right Hand." I'm sure the champ is smart enough to figure that one out, don't you think?
The techie nods.
Man: Do you want me to pass it along as well for delivery?
Dillinger shakes his head.
Mark Dillinger: Just leave it here. He'll find it on his own soon enough.
Dillinger taps the techie on the shoulder in thanks and then exits the scene, leaving the man, and the WCF universe, more curious to the man known as Mark.
A few cameras pan around the ring. Assorted tools of hardcore wrestling are spread out around ringside.
Zach Davis: Coming up next is the Number One contender's match for the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Erin Robbins: Former champion WCF Legend and Hall of Famer Logan will be featured in the match.
Zach Davis: As a reminder, this match will be fought under hardcore rules. which means....
Erin Robbins: Which means...
Zach Davis: Hey!! You interrupted me!!
Erin Robbins looks at Zach Davis.
Erin Robbins: A-aanyways, under hardcore rules, it means...
Zach Davis: Anything goes... HA!! How you like me now?!
Erin looks at Zach and shakes her head in disgust.
Erin Robbins: You're such an idiot.
Erin looks back at the camera.
Erin Robbins: As a reminder, Oblivion, the CURRENT WCF Hardcore Champion will be the special guest referee.
Zach Davis: Some have said, there's a conflict of interest with Oblivion officiating this match.
Erin Robbins: WHY?! Why does there have to be a conflict of interest? Oblivion is the champ and if anyone knows about hardcore wrestling, it would be the God of Hardcore... The Monster Oblivion.
Zach Davis: There has been rumors that Logan is claiming himself as the most hardcore champion of ALL-L-L-L time!!
Erin Robbins: Well, tonight if Logan wins he will get that chance against Oblivion.
Kyle Steel is in the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a Number One Contender match for the WCF Hardcore Cha-ampi-ionship!!
James Fatel is already sitting at ring side, within the crowd. They All Fall Down by sr-71 comes over the PA. Fatel sits there listening to the crowd's reaction and his own song.
Kyle Steel: Sitting with the crowd, weighing in at 215 pounds... from the Land of the Rising Sun... He's "The Wolf" JA-AMES FA-A-ATE-E-EL!!
Fatel stands up and jumps over the barricade and slides into the ring. Fatel sits in the nearest corner and waits for his opponents to come to the ring.
Zach Davis: That's one down.
The Way of the Fist by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the speakers. The Pepsi Center goes pitch black. Red and black strobe lights fill the arena, while Zack Wild comes riding down the ramp on his Harley Davidson.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 215 pounds... ZA-A-ACK WI-I-ILD!!
Zack Wild slides into the ring and looks right at James Fatel, before leaning against a corner.
Zach Davis: Well, that's two down and two to go.
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles The Pepsi Center 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 his signature ring attire. Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often.
Kyle Steel: From Chesapeake, Virginia... weighing in at 250 pounds... WCF Legend and Hall of Famer... LOO-O-OGA-A-ANN-N!
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 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 and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Erin Robbins: Logan's in the ring. Now, all this match needs is Seifer Black Armstrong.
Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titan tron 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, with his custom title fastened around his waist.
Dazy: Making his way to the ring accompanied by Chelsea Black Armstrong...from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...weighing in at 250 pounds...'The Archangel of the WCF'...Seifer...Black...Armstrong!
Running down the ramp Seifer and Chelsea 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 Chelsea before 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.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute.. we don't have a referee!!
Erin Robbins: That's right!! We have a special guest referee, for this match!!
The Pepsi Center has hushed, for what seems like a lifetime. The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The crowd begins to murmur. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Pepsi Center. Some, of the fans are already yelling. The bass like synth begin to blare out and the roof of The Pepsi Center is nearly blown off by the roar of the crowd. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Oblivion walks from backstage to on the entrance stage. the majority, of the Pepsi Center is cheering.
Crowd: OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!! OBLIVION!!
The Monster proceeds to quickly walk down the entrance ramp.
Erin Robbins: It's amazing...
Zach Davis: Amazing about what?!
Erin Robbins: These people knew ahead of time, that Oblivion will be the special guest referee. Maybe, just maybe it's from the high elevation. Since, you know Zach, that Denver IS the mile high city. The lack of oxygen has made this crowd a tad loopy!! These idiots! They KNEW... they all knew ahead of time. Oblivion comes out and the freakin' freak out.
The camera captures Erin Robbins' current state of mine. Erin is acting like she just drank 5 cans of soda.
Zach Davis: Relax. Re-hee-la-ax, Erin. Relax.
Erin Robbins is so hyped up, her right hand is shaking.
Oblivion is wearing black jean shorts and a WCF referee's shirt. The Monster stands ringside.
Zach Davis: Wait a second. Erin?!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?! Sorry... what?
Erin looks down at her monitor and see Oblivion holding a duffel bag, packed with various items.
Erin Robbins: Oh good God!! What that Monster have in mind?
Zach Davis: Something completely off the chains. Knowing Oblivion, it will definitely piss off our boss... Seth Lerch!
Zach Davis: This is a Hardcore Rules number one contender's match for the WCF Hardcore Championship and Oblivion is the special guest referee. This should be a blast!!
Erin Robbins: Yippie.
Logan looks around the ring and ring and spots Oblivion. Logan completely goes off hinged. Oblivion just stands there, holding up the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Zach Davis: That's what it's all about... THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!!
While Logan was screaming at Oblivion, Seifer Black Armstrong, James Fatel, and Zack Wild scramble outward and try to grab something to use as a weapon. Armstrong has a chair. Fatel has a kendo stick and Zack Wild has a pair of brass knuckles and a chain. The crowd is all hyped up!! Oblivion yells something at Logan.
Oblivion: TURN AROUND YOU IDIOT!!
Logan spins around and...
Zach Davis: Steel chair! A damn steel chair!! Seifer Black Armstrong has nailed Logan with that damn chair.
Zach Davis: Oh my God!! James Fatel just whacked Seifer Armstrong right square between the eye with that kendo stick!!!
Fatel turns around smiling, watching Seifer Black Armstrong crumbled down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: James Fatel doesn't see Zack Wild...
Zack Wild punched Fatel with a pair of brass knuckles. Wild drops the brass knuckles and proceeds to choke Fatel with the long metal chain.
Erin Robbins: I don't care who you are. If you're in a position to get an opportunity for a championship, you better do whatever it takes to get that, maybe your only chance, for a championship opportunity.
A camera catches the pair of brass knuckles landing near a pair of boots.
Zach Davis: Where did those brass knuckles land?
The camera slowly pans up and the crowd begin to cheer out very loudly.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!
Erin Robbins: Those brass knuckles landed near LOGAN'S feet!!
Logan continues to stare down oblivion. logan looks down and sees the brass knuckles.
Logan: Oh lookie here!! My day is getting better, by the moment.
Logan points at Oblivion.
Logan: I'M TAKING BACK MY HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP, BOUDLE BITCH!!
Logan grabs the pair of brass knuckles and puts them on his right hand.
Zach Davis: Logan is walking towards Seifer Black Armstrong. Logan picks up Armstrong.
Logan swings towards Seifer Armstrong.
Erin Robbins: Logan misses with the knuckles.
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
Armstrong nails Logan with three stiff strikes.
Zach Davis: Seifer Armstrong is stepping back and is charging towards Logan.
Zach Davis: A LEAPING FOREARM SMASH!!
Logan stumbles back and hits his back against the turnbuckles, of the corner.
Erin Robbins: Logan bounces off the corner...
Zach Davis: Armstrong strikes Logan with a steel chair!!
Logan falls down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: But look, Logan is still moving. Logan is crawling backwards, scrambling to the nearest corner.
Oblivion sees Logan near the corner and rushes over to him.
Erin Robbins: What's The Monster doing. IT's supposed to impartial, he.. damn it... IT is supposed to be a ring official, not attack the competitors.
Oblivion runs over to Logan and opens up the large bag, full of "goodies". The crowd watches as Oblivion pulls out...
Zach Davis: Oblivion is gonna strike Logan!!
The crowd screams out.
Crowd: NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!!
Oblivion reaches down and lunges back and...
Erin Robbins: WHAT THE HELL?!?!
The crowd laughs hysterically.
Zach Davis: OH... MY... GOD!!
Oblivion hands Logan a purple hotdog shaped 24 inch dildo. The Mayor of Connector City
Zach Davis: SPEA-EAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! Zack Wild nearly breaks James Fatel in half with that spear!!
Seifer Armstrong turns and glares at Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is making tons of friends tonight!!
Armstrong charges at Logan, with chair.
Zach Davis: Armstrong swings with the chair.
The crowd roars out with subtle laughter.
Erin Robbins: apparently Seifer Armstrong missed with that chair shot attempt, slamming the chair against the turnbuckles. The chair comes back, very quickly and slams against the skull of Seifer Armstrong.
Logan begins to walk towards Seifer Armstrong. Oblivion tries to get Armstrong's attention.
Oblivion: PSST!! PSST... HEY SEIFER!! HEY DUMBASS!! LOOKIE HERE!!
With a complete expression of annoyance, Seifer Armstrong looks at The Monster, who slides something to Armstrong.
Erin Robbins: What was that!?
Zach Davis: What was what?!
Erin Robbins: GOOD GOD!! YOU'RE SO USELESS SOMETIMES!!
A replay shows Oblivion sliding a...
Zach Davis: HOLY SH....
Erin Robbins: A TAZER!! A DAMN TAZER!!
Logan convulses for about a micro second, before dropping down to the mat, like a pile of dirty laundry.
Zach Davis: Logan is just... lying there twitching.
Armstrong smiles with a huge grin as he sees Zack Wild. Seifer tries to operate the tazer, to give a zap to intimidate Zack wild, but nothing happens. Seifer Armstrong snaps his head towards the direction of the special guest referee, Oblivion. The Monster cups IT's mouth and tells something to Seifer Armstrong.
Oblivion: It only had enough juice for one spark... TOO BAD!!
Armstrong gets pissed at Oblivion, who holds up a corner of the WCF referee shirt.
Oblivion: You don't want the piece of The Monster!! By the way, you better duck.
Erin Robbins: Where in the Hell did come from?!?!
James Fatel nails Armstrong on the back of his head, with a metal chair. Oblivion whistles towards Fatel, who looks at The Monster who tosses Fatel a metal object.
Zach Davis: What did Oblivion give James Fatel?!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is having a blast tonight, just handing out weapons for these people to batter eah other with. Now, what did Oblivion hands James Fatel?!
Seifer Armstrong: AHH-H-H!! AHH-H-H!!
Blood begins to stream down the face of Seifer Armstrong. Chelsea Armstrong screams out.
Chelsea Armstrong: NO-O-O-O!! SEI-EI-EIFER-ER-R-R!!
WHAM-BANG!! WHAM-BANG!! WHAM-BANG!!
Fatel smashes the cheese grater against the face of Seifer Armstrong. Zach Wild walks over and proceeds to toss Logan over the top ring rope. Logan lands hard against the ringside mats. Wild slowly crawls out from the ring, as Logan slowly stands up.
Zach Davis: Zack Wild is charging towards Logan!!
Erin Robbins: SUPERKICK!!
Zack Wild stumbles back and collides with the steel ring steps.
Zach Davis: Zack Wild is down to one knee!!
Logan charges at Wild...
Erin Robbins: Logan just kicked the head of Zack Wild against the ring steps so hard, that the top half, of the ringsteps have fallen off and landed a couple of feet away from Logan.
Logan grabs the top half of the ringsteps and lifts them up.
Zach Davis: Logan has evil intentions!!
Erin Robbins: Zack Wild kicks Logan in the mid-section, who happens to drop the ringsteps.
Zach Davis: There's action all over the ring and ringside!! No, Zach Wild can be that devious!!
Wild grabs up Logan as stands close to the ring steps.
Erin Robbins: NO-O-O!! THAT MIGHT DESTROY LOGAN!! HE'S A TRUE WCF LEGEND AND A HALL OF FAMER!!
Zach Davis: OH GOD... NO-O-O!!
Zach Wild powerbombs Logan on the bottom half of the ringsteps. Zach Wild looks down at Logan, then quickly looks up...
Erin Robbins: What is that crazy sumbitch gonna do now?!
Seifer Black Armstrong leaps off the top turnbuckle and nails an unexpected Zack Wild with a HI-I-I-IGH cross body block, knocking both other them down to the ringside mats. Both of the falling bodies crash against an already decimated Logan.
Zach Davis: Now, it's James Fatel's turn!!
Fatel runs towards a corner and without using any hands, climbs up the turnbuckles and leaps right off the top turnbuckles colliding with the other three competitors. The camerashot shows all four competitors crumbled up into one giant heap. The crowd reacts.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Oblivion walks over to check on the fallen competitors. Logan sees Oblivion walking slow, but closer and leaps up. But it's Zack Wild that grabs Logan and puts him in a fireman's carry position.
Erin Robbins: Logan has wrestled free from away the clutches of Zack Wild!!
Zach Davis: Backhand chop!!
Erin Robbins: Bionic elbow!!
Zach Davis: What's Logan doing?
Logan grabs Zack Wild...
Erin Robbins: A legsweep onto the top half of the ringsteps!!
James Fatel and Seifer Armstrong both are slow to stand up. They spot each other looking at one another and they proceed to charge at each other.
Zach Davis: the action has been almost everywhere in this match!! James Fatel and Seifer Black Armstrong are slugging it out!!
Armstrong grabs Fatel and whips him...
Erin Robbins: James Fatel reverses the Irish whip.
Seifer Armstrong lands back first against the metal security railing. Without wasting a second, Fatel leaps onto the ring apron and not wasting a micro-second, Fatel runs and leaps off of the ring apron, connecting with a heel kick to the face of Seifer Armstrong. But, all of the body of Fatel crashes into Armstrong.
Zach Davis: Armstrong picks up James Fatel and drops him throat first across the security railing.
Logan grabs Wild and positions him, as if it was for a powerbomb.
Zack Wild back body drops Logan onto the steel steps.
Logan: AHHH-H-H-H-HHH!! UGH!!
Wild walks around.
Erin Robbins: What's Zack Wild looking for?
Zach Davis: I think he found it.
Wild grabs for the timekeeper's bell and takes it to Logan, along with the small hammer for the bell. Wild takes the bell and drops it. A nearby cameraman catches Wild's attention. Logan slowly staggers up and Wild takes the cable from the nearby cameraman and proceeds to choke Logan with it. Logan flails around, reaching out to grab for something, anything, but grabs nothing. Logan drops to one knee as Wild continues to choke Logan.
Erin Robbins: All of these competitors are playing for keeps. All of these competitors wants... NO!! REALLY WANTS A SHOT AT THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP, HELD BY THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!
Oblivion walks over to Logan and hands him steel wool and a half of a lemon. Logan looks at The Monster as if IT was stupid.
Logan: HEY BOUDLE WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THIS?
Oblivion: Use your imagination. You wanna be this bad-ass hardcore individual, think about it.
Logan gives out this evil grin as Zack wild walks up to Logan. The Mayor of Connector City kicks Wild in the nuts, as he proceeds to put Wild in a side headlock and digs the steel wool into the eyes of Zack Wild.
Zack Wild: UGH!! AHHH-H-H-H-HHH-H!! MY EYES!! MY EYES!!
As Wild tries to open his eyes without them burning, Logan takes the lemon half and digs it in each eye of Wild, who drops down onto his own knees, scratching at his own eyes, screaming bloody murder.
Zach Davis: DDT!!
Logan grabs Zack Wild and throws him into the ring. James Fatel and Seifer Black Armstrong both reenter the ring. There is a chair and a long metal thick chain. Fatel and Armstrong leave the ring, but on opposite sides. Logan and Zack Wild lock up.
Erin Robbins: Zack Wild whips Logan into ropes...
Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER!!
Logan quickly staggers up, still looking for a fight.
Erin Robbins: Logan is a spirited ring warrior!
Logan uses the ropes to hold him up.
Zach Davis: Zack Wild is charging at Logan!!
Erin Robbins: Wild has that strange look in his eyes!!
Wild charges at Logan, who at last second hold the ropes down and Zack Wild flies over the ropes, but barely lands on the ring apron. While in the ring, grabs for Wild, but Zack Wild grabs Logan and snaps his head, neck/throat area over the top rope. Logan stumbles around falls through the ropes and also lands on the ring apron. Zack Wild has already jumped down to the ring side area.
Zach Davis: Logan is staggering on the ring apron. HERE COMES ZACK WILD!!
Erin Robbins: A SUPERMAN PUNCH!!
The punch causes Logan to collapse off the ring apron!! The crowd continues to roar, as they have been through the entire match.
James Fatel grabs Seifer Armstrong and whips him into the corner. Armstrong lands hard in the corner. Fatel charges at Armstrong...
Zach Davis: Armstrong moved out of the way!! ROLL UP CRADLE ON JAMES FATEL
The referee slides into position...
Crowd: THREE-EE... NO-O-O-OO-O!!
James Fatel scrambles to get up and lens up against the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Seifer Armstrong charges at Fatel!!
Zach Davis: CLOTHESLINE OVER THE TOP ROPE!!
Both men land hard on the outside, of the ring. Without losing a step, both men look under the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Listen to this crowd. They can appreciate a great hardcore match!!
James Fatel pulls out a table, as Seifer Armstrong pulls out a ladder.
Zach Davis: Here comes both Logan and Zack Wild.
Armstrong and Fatel both get clobbered on. The table gets slid under the bottom ring rope, into the ring/ The ladder gets set up, as Fatel slips into the ring and sets up the table, near the ring ropes. Logan and Wild proceed to slug it out as they exit the ring, near the front of the commentary table.
Logan kicks the mid-section of Wild and nails him with a ddt.
Erin Robbins: Logan is looking under the ring for what though?
Oblivion walks over to Logan with a small purple sack.
Zach Davis: I believe that is a purple Crown Royal draw string sack.
Erin Robbins: What do YOU know about Crown Royal. you get drunk off of Kool-Aid.
Oblivion hands Logan the sack and Logan looks in the sack, smiling. For the moment, Logan drops the back and drags out a table. Logan proceeds to walk over to the commentary table and takes off the protective covering and proceeds to unhook all of the monitors. Logan grabs for the table and places the table, fully assembled on top of the commentary table.
Zach Davis: Logan grabs the purple sack and dumps the contents on top of the table.
Logan goes over to Zack Wild...
Erin Robbins: Wild pops Logan in the mid-section.
But, Logan takes Wild's face and scrapes the laces of his boots against the eyes of Zack Wild. Logan grabs Wild and they both climb up the turnbuckles. Both competitors slug it out on the top turnbuckle. Wild takes a swipe at Logan, but misses and Logan coldcocks Wild into next week, giving him enough opportunity to...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! LOGAN JUST SUPERPLEXED ZACK WILD ONTO THE TACK COVERED TABLE, WHICH WAS PLACED ON TOP OF OUR COMMENTARY TABLE AND BOTH LOGAN AND WILD COLLIDED WITH SAID TABLES AND EVERYTHING HAS BEEN TOTALLY DESTROYED. PIECES OF BOTH TABLES ARE EVERYWHERE!!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!!<CLAP-CLAP> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!> THIS IS AWESOME!!<CLAP-CLAP> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!> THIS IS AWESOME!!<CLAP-CLAP> <CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!!>
James Fatel leaves the ring and confronts Seifer Armstrong. they proceed to fight, but separate, as they proceed to climb the ladder. Both competitors look at one another and tries to get to the top of the ladder, before the other one does. They both get to the top, of the ladder and proceed to slug it out. they get to the point, of the ladder that they cannot go any higher, on the ladder.
The crowd gasps, when at points they look as they will fall off the ladder. Both Armstrong and Fatel take wild swings, but connect with hard strikes. Both men proceed to fall off the ladder.
The crowd gasps.
Zach Davis: OH MY... PROTECT YOURSELVES!!
Both Seifer Armstrong and James Fatel fall off the ladder and collapse on to the table, inside the ring. The table shatters into large several pieces.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THIS IS AWESOME!!
Erin Robbins: This match has been beyond anyone's imagination. WHAT?!? Logan is moving right in front of us!!
Crowd: LOGAN!! LOGAN!! LOGAN!!
Logan catches Zack Wild in a sleeper hold. Logan then jumps in the air and flips over his Wild's shoulder while still applying the hold. Logan lands on his own ass.
Zach Davis: The Connector!! That maneuver snapped his Zack Wild’s neck violently forward!!
Logan makes a pinfall attempt. Stanley Moser gets into position.
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match and is now the number one contender for the WCF Hardcore Championship.... LO-O-OGAAAN!!!
Zach Davis: That was absolutely awesome!!
Erin Robbins: HOLY SH-... HERE COMES OBLIVION!!
The Monster kicks Logan in the gut and places him on the shoulders of Oblivion, in a fireman's carry position. Oblivion tosses the legs off the left shoulder and lands with a cutter.
Zach Davis: 5150!!
The Pepsi Center erupts with ear shattering cheers. Oblivion grabs for a mic.
Oblivion will be waiting for you, pal!!
Oblivion drops the mic on the broken body of Logan.
Zach Davis: Erin, I’m getting word from backstage that Bryan Worthy has managed to snag an exclusive interview with one of the participants in tonight’s Triple Threat Contendership Match for the Television Title. Who you got, Buzz?
There’s a cut to Bryan Worthy standing alongside Chelsea Black Armstrong in some hallway. Both are in their ring gear, though Worthy is also wearing a neon green blazer with “WCF” stitched over the suit’s breast pocket.
Bryan Worthy: Zach, Erin, I’m here with the Mistress of Darkness herself, Chelsea Black Armstrong. Chelsea, thanks for agreeing to taking time to answer a few questions.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: It’s no problem, Buzz. What do you have for me?
Bryan Worthy: You’ve been on a tear as of late, having not lost a match in WCF since the middle of January. What do you attribute this remarkable run to?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: This so called run can be said to be caused but a number of things, let’s go down the list shall we. This run started after I decided that I needed to look out for me and me alone. This run started after I dropped my so called friend Stacy Robinson...coincidence? This run started after I allowed Scott Savage to take me under his wing and show me what I needed to do. This run is going as well as it is simply because I want it to and I have the ability to make it happen.
Bryan Worthy: You are currently part of several title pictures. You have advanced to the second rounds of the Internet Championship Tournament and the Trilogy Cup, and this Sunday at Slam you are part of a three way dance to become Number One Contender for the Television Title. That is an enormous amount of stress to be under. Do you feel it?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: If you saw me last week before my match I think that tell you if I’m feeling it or not. The pressure is there, as it always is when you’re in the line for a championship, but I’m using that to my advantage. People are starting to see a new side to whom I am and that in turn will help me win those championships.
Bryan Worthy: The last loss on your record was deliberate on your part, as it comes from when you betrayed your partner Stacy Robinson to the Savage Political Action Committee, a group you would later join. Why did you feel it was necessary to turn on someone you called a friend?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Stacy and I have more of a past than anyone in this federation knows, she was the first friend I made when I started this career and we’ve have a typical relationship, meaning…this isn’t our first go around and it won’t be our last. As I mentioned I wanted to look out for myself and Stacy was in my way, with the way it was going I was soon going to have to worry about her too and well that’s a burden she can barely handle let alone me. I’ve carried people before and I wasn’t going to do that with her, and apparently I made the right decision seeing as where I’m standing right now.
Bryan Worthy: Your manager, Scott Savage, has expressed an interest in having your husband Seifer Black Armstrong join you in the S-PAC faction. So far, he has been unwilling to accept. Why do you think that is, and do you feel Seifer is making the right decision?
For the first time in the interview Chelsea seems pensive. She casts her eyes downward briefly, then looks off camera. Rubbing her forearm absently, she answers.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: …This is a touchy subject. Seifer has his reasons and I know they are for the best in his mind. But I know the best for him and joining S-Pac is for the best, he’ll come around it’s just going to take some time. We’ve never officially paired up as a team during our three years together, this is destined to happen and we will come together and with the help of S-Pac we will become the one and only power couple in this federation.
Bryan Worthy: Last week, you took part in the organized ambush of Wrestling Championship Federation’s current World Champion Steve Orbit and his Pantheon stablemate Jayson Price. What was your reasoning behind this? Do you know if there will be further collaboration between your group S-PAC and Sequitus, who was also involved in the attack?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Simple, I was asked to help. I answer to no one but Savage and I do what he wants me to do. I have no idea what will come from this, it’s not under my control.
Bryan Worthy: You recently revealed to be the one responsible for the kidnapping of Stacy Robinson’s brother Paul, who works for WCF in a backstage capacity. Why do this, when you yourself know the heartache an abduction of a loved one can cause? And why do it to Stacy, who stood by you when your own daughter was taken by former WCF member Lilith? What will it take for you to release Paul?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Yeah she sure stood by me, she held me back and made me stay at home while the guys went and looked for my child, and where was she when I was kidnapped? I didn’t see her busting down the door and carrying me to the hospital, she was only there when I was lying in that bed and even then what did she do? Looking back she didn’t do anything expect get herself in the line of cameras when I was being questioned and looking for my daughter. Paul is staying with me until Stacy realizes why this is happening, she doesn’t understand my reasoning and he’s not leaving my confines until I’m certain she understands where we stand.
With a smirk, Chelsea stalks off camera, leaving Buzz alone in the shot.
Bryan Worthy: A cryptic vow from a dangerous, unpredictable WCF superstar. This is Bryan “Buzz” Worthy, sending you back to Zach and Erin at the announcer’s table.
Zach Davis: What a night we had so far Erin!
Erin Robbins: And it's just going to get better. Up next we are going to have Mark Dillinger going up against Marilyn Rayne. This has the potential to get nasty, if anything.
Zach Davis: Well, I guess we can only wait and see. Dillinger will be looking to exact a little revenge for his loss against Natural ICE Beckman last week, but his opponent is definitely not the type of person to give up a match easily. A newcomer to this federation, this associate of Jayden Thunder will be looking to make her mark on the business tonight.
Erin Robbins: And a win against Doctor Remus’s Apostle will be the right way to do just that. I wonder if he has gotten the slime off him yet. Damn that Cormack for embarrassing the both of them like that.
The lights go out of the arena, a few moments of anticipation passes until a single spotlight shines on the stage. Soon a lightning bolt streams through the air and impacts the titantron as "Straitjacket Supermodel" by Eve To Adam plays throughtout the P.A. System.
"Ive got a plan. I know the game.
Kyle Steel: The following match is set for a one fall! Introducing first... from Tampa, Florida... weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds… MARILYN RAYNE!
Finally, the gorgeous Marilyn Rayne steps out onto the stage. The crowd erupts with a mixture of boos and cheers, more boos though. This doesn't phase her as she remains focused and raises her arm as if holding a crown over her head. After posing for a few more seconds she walks down the ramp to the ring. Once to the steps she looks at the crowd and does the pose from the stage again before walking up the steps in onto the apron. She steps through the ropes into the ring and walks over to the nearest corner and waits for the match to start.
Zach Davis: I wonder if she knows what she has gotten herself in to.
Erin Robbins: Doubt it. But I doubt she cares either. She will be looking to secure her victory on Slam tonight. We’ll see what she can come up with.
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: And her opponent... 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: The First Apostle looking as serious as always. Do you think whatever has transpired earlier today will give him the motivation to beat Marilyn Rayne?
Erin Robbins: Of course it will Zach! What are you talking about!? He has got to be positively fuming by now! Cormack ruined his grand night, and he’s going to take Marilyn Rayne straight to hell.
Zach Davis: It’ll work both ways though, in my opinion. He could be so affected that he could make a mistake… and BAM! Goodnight Dillinger!
Both combatants exchange a long stare, as they await the match to begin. Sensing the tension building up all around the arena, senior referee Stanley Moser signals for the bell to be rung.
Zach Davis: And we are off! Two wrestlers, both very well-equipped to fight in the ring, squaring off for the very first time in the ring.
Neither wrestler wants to make the first move quite yet as the crowd begins to roar, waiting for the first move to be officially executed. After several tense seconds, the two finally lock up in the middle of the ring. With his superior strength and weight, Dillinger scores with a quick go behind as he puts Rayne in a hammerlock. Planting his foot down, he slams the lady to the canvas with a quick neck breaker. Not letting up, Dillinger attempts to mount her and deliver his usual ground-and-pound punishment, but Rayne is far too quick. She slips out from the mat and makes her way to her feet, massaging her neck tenderly as she does so.
Erin Robbins: Dillinger with the first attack, and now she’s favouring the neck. Seems that the former champion is targeting the head today.
Taking care not to be caught off-guard, the two lock up once again in the middle of the ring. However, this time Rayne is able to reverse the hold into one of her own, snapping her elbow back and connecting with the temple of Dillinger. Taking advantage of the small opportunity, she rotates so that she is now in a belly-to-back position. Heaving a grunt of exertion, Marilyn executes a picture-perfect Russian legsweep to Dillinger! She too, tries to move to a ground-and-pound position, but Dillinger manages to fight her off at the last moment, before scrambling to his feet.
Zach Davis: Very evenly-matched bout over here. Both wrestlers content on a brawling game at this point of time. I’m actually quite surprised neither fighter has forced an error from their opponent yet.
Erin Robbins: Patience, patience.
The two lock up for a THIRD time this evening as this time, Dillinger manages to push Rayne in to a corner. He presses hard on the body of Rayne, prompting the referee to demand a break. As he takes a few paces backwards, all of a sudden, Marilyn explodes out of the corner, hitting a superkick to Dillinger, and sending him straight to the mat!
Zach Davis: Wow! Out of nowhere, Rayne hits a Trinity Strike!
Seeing an opening, she quickly goes for the pin.
But Dillinger kicks out with time to spare, a shocked look on his face.
Erin Robbins: That was close! He could have lost it there.
Not giving him a chance to recover, Marilyn pulls Dillinger back to a vertical base, before irish whipping him into the ropes. She lowers his shoulder, ready to deliver a back body drop. However, Dillinger foresees the move, leaps into the air and jumps over Rayne. Rushing at full speed, Dillinger bounces back off the ropes as he kicks the knee of Rayne out from underneath her. She collapses to the mat as the former champion quickly delivers a leg drop to the back of her neck.
Zach Davis: Simple, yet deadly. You take out the base and you end up taking out everything.
Erin Robbins: Yikes. She’s about half his size. Can you imagine someone twice as heavy as you crushing your windpipe? This could turn nasty.
Coughing loudly, Rayne attempts to turn over. However, Dillinger quickly hoists her off the mat. He kicks her hard in the stomach, before snapping him down with a thunderous snap DDT! The crowd boos loudly as he smirks. Now brimming with confident, he once again brings her off the mat, before positioning her in a powerbomb. He smiles, before hoisting her up, and slamming her down on the mat! He goes for the pin.
But no! Marilyn pops a shoulder off the mat. Raising an eyebrow in surprise, Dillinger goes for the pin once more.
No! Yet again, Marilyn manages to beat the three-count. Meshing his teeth at the amount of work needed to finish her off, Dillinger brings her to her feet once more. But this time, Rayne is prepared for it, and manages to surprise everyone with a cradle pin out of nowhere!
But Dillinger manages to break it at the very last second! Gasping in exertion, he quickly separates himself from the newcomer, his eyes wide in disbelief. The crowd claps along as both fighters make their way to their feet.
Zach Davis: Woah! That was honestly too close. I think she’s impressing a few fans around her today. Not everyone can hang with Dillinger this well.
Erin Robbins: I hate to say it, but I agree. She’s doing rather well for herself. It’ll be a damn shame to see her drop this one after that fantastic pin that caught him off-guard.
Dillinger charges at Rayne, doing his best to fire off one-handed punches and blows. However, she narrowly avoids the barrage of attacks, successfully bringing Dillinger down to one knee with a calf kick. She waits for Dillinger to get back up, almost like a stalker of sorts. Once the Team Science Apostle is back on his feet, she uses everything she has to rotate about, hitting him in the head with a DEVASTATING spinning savate kick! The crowd roars in appreciation as both wrestlers fall to the mat after that.
Zach Davis: She is definitely impressing tonight. Those kicks and strikes are worthy of an MMA fighter! And that Infinity Strike… wow!
The ref looks at the two, confirming that they are down before signalling the start of his count.
Erin Robbins: Come on Dillinger! Wake up and beat her!
Marilyn is stirring, slowly moving her body.
Dillinger is struggling to make it to his hands and knees.
With a tremendous effort, Dillinger manages to make it to his feet, as does Marilyn! He looks up, but is a minute too late! The newcomer, buoyed by her success in the match thus far, rushes in and delivers a beautiful dropkick right in his face! Dillinger pops right back up, but is met with a gut kick. Stunned, he is defenceless as he is somehow raised in the air, before being dropped right back down with a belly-to-belly suplex! Panting in exhaustion, she follows it up with a run towards the rope, leaping off them and performing a STUNNING moonsault, crushing the air out of Dillinger! She keeps the cover.
Erin Robbins: This may be it!
No! Somehow, against the odds, Mark Dillinger manages to pop his shoulder off of the mat, and break the pinfall! Her eyes disbelieving, Marilyn looks up at the referee, trying to argue her cause. But to no avail, as an adamant Stanley Moser is firm in his decision.
Zach Davis: So close, so close!
Erin Robbins: I hate to admit it, but I thought she had it! What a performance by Rayne thus far!
Shaking her head in astonishment, Rayne picks a dazed Dillinger up from the canvas before butterflying his arms, perhaps looking for a tiger suplex. However, the former world champion is able to shift his weight and flip Rayne over, achieving a temporary respite. He slumps back in a corner, trying to regain his composure.
Erin Robbins: … and my opinion has changed yet again.
Now fully back in control, a determined Dillinger strides towards Rayne, who is still on the canvas. Pulling her up by her hair, he flings her in to a corner turnbuckle with all his might. Sent hurtling at a breakneck speed, the newcomer’s neck snaps back in to the pads from the force.
Zach Davis: Ouch! He is really not holding back with his blows tonight. That looked like it might have twisted her neck!
Now in firm control of the match, Dillinger he readies himself. Aiming at his still groggy opponent, he sprints towards Rayne, and delivers a running boot to the exposed face of Marilyn. He immediately follows it up by hoisting her on top of the turnbuckle, before grasping her neck in a DDT position.
Erin Robbins: He seems to be going for the Mark Down! Will he hit it!
And he does, smashing Marilyn’s head straight in to the mat with a spike DDT! The crowd groans in sympathy as the newcomer thrashes about in pain. Almost immediately, Dillinger drops elbow after elbow after elbow on the back of her neck, eliciting scream after scream from Marilyn. Almost as if boosted by hearing the agony of his opponent, he hits harder and harder. After about ten shots, Dillinger yanks her up to her feet, and kicks her in the gut once more. He then plants Rayne in the mat with a double underhook suplex. A self-satisfied smile on his face, he drops over Rayne for a pinfall. Stanley Moser slides into position.
Zach Davis: That's it. There's no way someone would be able to come back after that attack.
No! She kicks out!
Erin Robbins: WHAT!?
Zach Davis: Incredible! I thought he had it!
Now, it’s Dillinger’s turn to look incredulous. A wild expression on his face, he transits to a mount position, but yet again, he gets caught in a surprise pin by the crafty Rayne!
Zach Davis: Woah! An upset!
He manages to push out of it, but not without much effort! He slowly crawls to his feet, as does Rayne on the other side.
Zach Davis: In my opinion, this is up for anyone now. Although I think if Dillinger locks in one more big move, that might be it.
Erin Robbins: Duh!
Both fighters stumble to the middle of the ring as they both begin to unload with forearm strikes. Dillinger gets the upper hand as he starts to headbutt Marilyn. After the third headbutt, the unforeseen happened. He pushes the woozy newcomer away and grabs at his nose.
Blood. His own blood. And all of a sudden, the crowd go quiet with anticipation.
Erin Robbins: Is that… blood?
Zach Davis: It… it is! Oh crap, is Vlad going to return!?
‘He’ might well have. A sly, crazy look appearing on his face, Dillinger lets out a beserker’s cry, immediately charging towards the fallen Marilyn. Wiping away the blood on his face carelessly, he stomps hard on the newcomer, before hoisting her up by her hair once again. Without another word, he lifts her up in the air in a gorilla press position before letting go.
Zach Davis: He’s going for the Dishonourable Discharge!
And he hits it! Lifting his own stump in the air, he cracks Rayne in the jaw with a SICKENING THUMP. The crowd boos heartily as they watch the scene. Undeterred, he goes for the pin.
The WCF Galaxy explodes into boos as Dillinger rises to his feet. Marilyn Rayne clutches her jaw in pain as he looks down on her contemptuously. He looks back up at the jeering fans, before smirking.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match… MARK DILLINGER!
Zach Davis: It's obvious that these fans have absolutely no love for him. He apparently cares naught for them too. Just look at him!
Erin Robbins: But what a win! The one thing I noticed was his sudden obsession with the sight of his own blood. Was Vlad back… or…?
Zach Davis: I don’t know Erin. But one thing’s for sure, whether the old Nathan von Liebert or not… this man in the ring is one very dangerous opponent. The rest of the roster better get smart soon.
Slam goes to commercial as a still-smiling Dillinger raises his arms in victory.
Scene opens outside of a hospital in an undisclosed location. Safe to say it's somewhere in Colorado. Denver? Maybe. Presbyterian-St. Luke's Medical Center? ALRIGHT. That's it. Don't tell anyone.
We go inside, into one of the rooms. We see doctors walking by in white coats, nurses brushing past, and all of the beeping sounds we normally associate with hospitals. Then, we see a familiar face-- "The Mack" Steve Orbit, laying on the sole bed in this particular room. His head is heavily wrapped up in white gauze, covering the entire top of his head like a blood-soaked doo-rag.
He's on his cellphone.
Steve Orbit: I don't wanna hear that shit. I want MY doctor, in Colorado, NOW-- you know what, just tell him to write the script. Send that shit over. These mother fuckers don't know shit out here. They givin' me baby doses-- can't they see I'm in pain?! ... Yeah, aight. And I need some girls, too. ... Tina, I don't wanna hear it. Put some bitches on a mother fuckin' jumbo jet and get them out here. NOW. DO IT! Don't let me slow you up, girl, hang up the phone and go take care of my shit. ... Aight.
Orbit ends the call with a sigh. A nurse comes, checking one of the machines that he is hooked up to. Orbit reaches for a Black & Mild cigar on the table next to his bed. He taps the nurse on the ass.
Steve Orbit: Got a light?
Nurse: You can NOT smoke in here, sir. Are you crazy?
Steve Orbit: Fuck. Yo, can you get me a drink, then?
Nurse: Sure. Would you like water, ginger ale--
Steve Orbit: Hennessy. COGNAC. Vodka, shit. I'll take a God damn Budweiser right about now, just bring me SOMETHIN'.
The nurse shakes her head and walks out of the room, ignoring Orbit's request.
Steve Orbit: ... Bitch.
Kyle Steel: The following match will determine the number 1 contender to the WCF Television Title. Introducing fir...
Steel is interrupted by 'Gold' by Prince to a roar of boos except for faint cheers from a small scattering of smark fans. Out comes 'The Shine' Brent Alpine without his usual pyrotechnics and also sans his manager Percy Micro. He seems darker than usual and has his TV belt clutched tightly to his chest. A faux cool walk betrays his unconcealable insecurity.
Zach Davis: Not this idiot.
Erin Robbins: It's Shine time! Zach, you need a bit of Shine in your life, ya flamin' galah!
Zach Davis: What does that mean, anyway?
Erin Robbins: It's Aussie slang for a fool. Well, a galah is actually a noisy bird.
Zach Davis: Hmm, whatever. Why's he here? Uh oh, he's coming this way.
Brent Alpine takes a seat at the commentary position. He patronisingly pats both commentators on the back and picks up a headset.
Brent Alpine: G'day dingos!
Zach Davis: Why are you out here?
Brent Alpine: That's not very friendly, mate. Why do you think I'm here?
Erin Robbins: You're obviously scouting this match. The winner will be the number one contender for your TV Title.
Brent Alpine: The Shine doesn't need to scout, Erin. Victory for me is an inevitability. In fact, it can be boring - winning all the time. I'm so embroiled in brilliance that I sometimes like to see mediocrity for a little change of pace. That's why I'm here. Not to scout my future opponent.
Zach Davis: That's assuming you retain your TV Title later tonight. Maybe Stacy or Matt Robinson or even Chase Michaels should be out here scouting instead.
Alpine laughs manically.
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...
“I am immortal, I'll never fade away
I am a legacy that lives beyond, far beyond the grave
I am immortal, I'll never rest in peace
And you never gonna be
Never gonna be
Gonna be me”
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: First, 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!
"You had your day,
But time washed you away
But I’m still going strong
I am immortal
I’ll never fade away
I’m a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave"
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 as Marilyn takes her spot on the outside of the ring and looks on.
Brent Alpine: I beat this drongo in my second match.
Zach Davis: That's true but he has certainly looked refreshed since his recent return. 'The Fabled' Jayden Thunder should certainly not discounted.
Brent Alpine: I beat him. I beat him. I beat him.
'Way of the Sword' by Power Symphony begins. The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Way of the sword begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and goes face to face with Jayden Thunder.
Kyle Steel: Next, she is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, here is 'The Death Bringer', Denise D'evil!
Brent Alpine: I beat her. Twice.
Zach Davis: That's enough! Anyway folks, D'evil is also in a much different place to the last time she lost to the gentleman to my right. She's now a Tag Team Champion with Night Rider and she's really been thriving in the Shadows of Darkness, or the Shadow Demons as she and her new fiance call themselves.
Erin Robbins: But The Monster, Oblivion seems to want no part of the Shadows.
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.
Kyle Steel: And finally, hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada she is the Mistress of Darkness…Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Making her way down the ramp she allows the hood to fall back showing two bright green eyes staring straight ahead as her crimson lips show bright against the black mascara lines running down her cheeks. While standing outside the ring, the fog begins to fade out and she takes off the cloak, tossing it ringside. She gazes coldly at Thunder and D'evil.
Zach Davis (mockingly): You haven't beat Chelsea, have you Brent?
Brent Alpine: I will. WCF Explosion, 30th March, Chicago, live on Pay Per View. Some things are just written in stone. Brent Alpine - Trilogy Cup winner. Brent Alpine - TV Champion for life. Brent Alpine - Next WCF World Champion.
Zach Davis: You like to say your own name a lot.
Brent Alpine: Brent Alpine. Even my name SHINES!
Erin Robbins: WAIT A MINUTE! STACY'S HERE!
Suddenly, the crowd pops in excitement as Stacy Robinson emerges from the curtain and walks slowly down the ramp with vengeance in her eyes. Chelsea tenses, defensively. Alpine on commentary cowers down behind the broadcasting desk.
Zach Davis: She's after Chelsea! The fans are going crazy here!
As Stacy gets closer and closer to the ring, the fans' anticipation builds. However, in an instant, the cheers subside as Benjamin Atreyu races down the ramp and sneak attacks her.
Erin Robbins: Atreyu for the save! S-PAC in charge now.
Atreyu attempts a leg drop on the outside but, to a roar from the audience, Stacy rolls out the way. They both get up quickly with adrenaline burning through their veins. They exchange blows.
Zach Davis: Neck and neck here between Benjamin Atreyu and Stacy Robinson. Chelsea's just smiling in the ring.
They continue to fight back up the entrance ramp and into the backstage area.
Zach Davis: Wow! Stacy and Atreyu are brawling backstage. We will try to keep you all updated but I think the referee is going to start the match now.
The bell rings and the match begins. Thunder and D'evil quickly pounce on the distracted Chelsea and double team here with punches and kicks.
Brent Alpine: Is Stacy gone?
Alpine reemerges from the floor.
Zach Davis: Yes. Her and Atreyu are fighting in the back. Were you just... HIDING?
Brent Alpine: Err... no cobber. I was... err... tying my boot laces.
Erin Robbins: You're not implying Brent is scared of Stacy, are you?
Zach Davis: He has every right to be considering what he's said about her during the last few days. I think you're in trouble later, Alpine.
Brent Alpine: Zachary, you continue to astound me with your total lack of sound punditry, drongo. I AM KEEPING MY BELT!
Thunder and D'evil continue to assault Chelsea with blows. D'evil seems to sportingly step aside which allows Thunder to floor Chelsea with a one handed bulldog. Thunder then gets up and motions at Denise to allow her turn to attack. D'evil responds by picking up Chelsea and planting her straight down with a stiff tiger bomb.
Zach Davis: Whoa! Denise and Jayden are taking Chelsea out. Smart tactics.
D'evil reciprocates Thunder's earlier gesture by indicating to him that it's his go at attacking Chelsea. As he turns his back to do so, D'evil floors him with a spear. She rolls Chelsea next to Thunder and climbs to the top turnbuckle. She quickly descends onto both opponents with a stinging frog splash. She covers both of them.
NO! Both Chelsea and Thunder kick out at the same time. D'evil gets back onto the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Another frog splash?
As D'evil again jumps off the turnbuckle, both Chelsea and Thunder roll out of the way. D'evil seems to land awkwardly on her shoulder and wails in pain.
Zach Davis: D'evil may have dislocated her shoulder there!
Brent Alpine: She's still in pain from when I beat her... twice!
Zach Davis: Urgh.
Chelsea is first to her feet. As Thunder tries to get up, she repeatedly boots him to the head. The force is so strong that he goes flying out the ring under the bottom rope. He cracks his head on the mat below. Chelsea diverts her attention to D'evil. Recognising the weakness in her shoulder, she locks D'evil in the Death's Grip (triangle choke hold).
Erin Robbins: DEATH'S GRIP! THERE'S NO WAY D'EVIL'S ESCAPING THAT!
A drowsy Jayden Thunder somehow musters the strength to get back onto the ring apron and use the ropes to elevate him into a moonsault onto Chelsea and D'evil, breaking the hold. However, he again hit his head on the landing and now is motionless. All three competitors are down. Although not really sure who they want to win, the crowd begin to clap to support the wrestlers in getting up.
Erin Robbins: Jayden might have a concussion, Denise could have dislocated her shoulder and Chelsea's seemed distracted by Stacy and Atreyu fighting to the back. Could all three be counted out?
Brent Alpine: Therefore, there would be NO number one contender to my TV Title!
Zach Davis: You wish.
Seeing that the wrestlers aren't moving, the referee begins to count with a view to ruling a no contest.
Zach Davis: Somebody get up!
All three wrestlers crawl to their feet. D'evil is still holding her shoulder in discomfort. Thunder's eyes look glazed from landing on his head twice. Only Chelsea seems to be uninjured, though she keeps looking to the ramp cautiously in case Stacy Robinson returns. She appears to refocus and seize the initiative with slaps to both foes. D'evil backs into the corner and lets Chelsea and Thunder fight. Thunder overpowers the smaller Chelsea and attempts a lariat. Chelsea ducks and floors him with a leg sweep. Just as she gets up, Denise D'evil charges at her with a raised boot that stuns Chelsea. She Irish whips her to the ropes. D'evil follows up with a clothesline that inspires gasps from the fans. She covers...
NO! Thunder, still on the mat, drags D'evil off Chelsea. He gets up and she follows. As they go to lock up, Thunder swiftly spins round to her back and locks her in an abdominal stretch. Seeing Chelsea get up, he adjusts D'evil into a sharp German suplex. As Chelsea approaches him, Thunder kicks her in the lower regions and downs her with a powerbomb. He covers D'evil.
Brent Alpine: Is this the best the WCF has for me?
Zach Davis: You have a match to prepare for. Can't you get out of here and go join your Sequitus guys?
Brent Alpine: What? And deprive you of The Shine? NEVER!
Thunder picks D'evil up onto his shoulders.
Erin Robbins: He's set her up for Immortalized!
As Jayden is about to hit the Immortalized death valley driver on D'evil, Chelsea apprehends him with a dropkick. The impact takes both he and D'evil out the ring. Thunder again lands sharply on his head and D'evil falls on her already weakened shoulder. Chelsea slides to the outside and throws Thunder back inside through the bottom rope.
Zach Davis: Looks like The Fabled is out cold!
Chelsea pulls Thunder into The Last Goodnight (buffalo sleeper STF). The referee checks on him and signals for the bell.
Erin Robbins: That's all!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match by knock out and new Number 1 Contender to the WCF Television Title... Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Chelsea retreats out of the ring and points at Brent Alpine on commentary as if to say 'your Title is mine'.
Brent Alpine: Keep dreaming, sheila! I'll see you soon.
She leaves the ring and carefully walks to the back, on edge as if Stacy could come back out any minute.
Zach Davis: Impressive victory from Chelsea against two very accomplished professionals. One has to question the extent of Thunder's head injury and how badly D'evil's shoulder is hurt. Not only that, after brawling with Atreyu, is Stacy Robinson fit for the main event? We have heard from our source backstage that the fight was broken up by several officials but both Stacy and Atreyu seemed banged up.
Brent Alpine: Hoo roo cobbers. I got a main event to win.
Brent Alpine leaves the ringside area as medical staff check on D'evil and Thunder with stretchers at the ready. Both eventually get up and wish to walk out on their own accord.
John Gable fades onto the titantron with a ‘via satellite’ title plate. Gable is visibly irritated as he is seen waving off an assistant setting up his lapel mic.
John Gable: Get out of the shot!
Zach Davis: Thanks once again for joining us, Mr. Gable
Gable snarls as he rolls his eyes.
John Gable: I’m gonna make this quick, I am not here to talk about my arm or even the movie I have been filming thanks to a successful Kickstarter I spear headed! Yeah…didn’t even make the news…But I digress. I am here because I have taken the week to think about it. All the things I said last week were just reaffirmed as nothing really changed. S-PAC is unraveling. Scott has no control over his wrestlers. Waylon stealing the World title, Chelsea’s kidnapping fiasco and whatever the hell it is that Benjy is doing; it all has been the most embarrassing displays I have been associated with. I think about that and from an outside perspective I can see all of it and then I look at what I have done without S-PAC and I am just on my way up…
Herbert Goldstein: Wait a minute! Wait! A! Minute!
Boos slowly rise from the crowd as Herbert steps out onto the stage.
Herbert Goldstein: I will not let this belittling of S-PAC’s effort go on any longer. Mr. Gable I, on behalf of S-PAC, am suing you for libel.
John laughs sporadically.
John Gable: Herbert, you have to be by far the worst lawyer I have ever seen. When I say it aloud, it’s slander!
Herbert Goldstein: Noooo…I am pretty sure its libel…
John rubs his forehead in frustration.
John Gable: Look, I am not going to sit here and argue with you all day. I am tired of listening to your weasely voice. You know what; better grow eyes in the back of your head! I’ll be at Explosion and I am going to kick your ass.
Herbert jumps back with a look of dismay. Mouthing obscenities as John rips of his mic and walked out of frame once again. Herbert paces around in panic before hurrying passed the curtain.
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd 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.
The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness and his treasured championship wrapped snugly around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate him. The spotlight follows, giving him a regal appearance in the modest darkness.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... He is the WCF United States Champion... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle is loosening the strap around his waist. As he raises it up in the air, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, as the championship glitters proudly in the ring. He slowly walks to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead, as he walks over to the referee to hand over his title.
Zach Davis: Welp, Mark Dillinger isn't out here, this is just a one on one matchup. For now.
The bell rings. Micayle practically laughs as Beckman marches up to him, ready to go. Beckman runs at him but Micayle sticks out his hand and shoves him away.
Erin Robbins: Seems like Micayle isn't sweating Natural ICE Beckman.
Beckman gets back to his feet and runs at Micayle again. This time Micayle sidesteps him and he runs straight into the ringpost. Beckman stumbles backwards and Micayle grapples him and takes him down with a Russian Legsweep.
Zach Davis: Shades of Bret Hart, if Bret Hart was a crazy narcissistic.. oh wait. Shades of Bret Hart.
Micayle kicks at Beckman repeatedly, focusing on his lower abdomen, before grabbing his legs and locking him into a Boston Crab.
Erin Robbins: Submission applied already!
Beckman crawls hurriedly towards the ropes and reaches them. The ref orders Micayle to release the hold, which he eventually does. Micayle gets back to his feet and waits for Beckman to get to his feet as well. Once he's up, Micayle grabs him... and drops him with a Reverse Neckbreaker. Micayle floats over for the pin.
No!, Ice kicks out.
Zach Davis: You've got to do double the damage to him, since he's drunk and probably feels half the pain.
Micayle rolls away as Beckman once again begins to get up. Micayle runs at him and takes him right back down with a knee lift. Micayle then lifts Ice up and irish whips him to the corner turnbuckle. Micayle runs at him and hits an elbow strike to the head and follows up with a DDT!
Erin Robbins: Classic Remus Micayle!, what a combination.
Micayle drops and goes for another pin.
No!, another kickout from Ice.
Zach Davis: Say what you want, but Beckman has heart. Heart... and a dying liver. But definitely heart.
Micayle shakes his head and pulls Beckman up again. He grapples him for a Powerbomb.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the Doctor Bomb!
But no!, Beckman slips away and rolls Micayle up from behind!
NO!, Micayle escapes it!
Zach Davis: We just almost had a new United States Champion!
Beckman gets to his feet just as Micayle does. Micayle runs at him but Beckman catches him and hits a T-Bone Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Out of nowhere!, beautifully executed!
Beckman drops and pins the Champ once more!
No!, Micayle kicks out again!
Zach Davis: The challenger is finally in the driver's seat!
Beckman pulls Micayle up and grabs him in the DDT position.
Erin Robbins: He's going for his Hangover DDT, he's going to put the Doctor away!
But it was too much too soon. Micayle jabs Beckman in the gut and escapes it. He hits a few quick jabs to Beckman before executing a Gutwrench Suplex, taking Beckman back down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Beckman had a flurry of offense there, but he may've gotten lucky. Micayle is back in control.
Erin Robbins: Micayle has been one of the most dominant Champions we've seen in WCF, Zach. Beckman doesn't know what he's gotten himself into.
Micayle lifts Beckman up and throws him to the corner. He hits a few strikes before lifting Beckman up onto the turnbuckle and climbing up with him.
Zach Davis: Micayle is going high risk here..
Micayle throws Beckman's arm over his shoulder.
Erin Robbins: Superplex time!
But no!, Beckman jabs Micayle a few times! Micayle doesn't fall, however, and the two begin brawling, standing on the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Very dangerous for both men here..
Eventually Micayle's strikes are able to get the best of Beckman, and he once again throws Beckman's arm over his shoulder...
Erin Robbins: There it is! SUPERPLEX!
The fans boo as Micayle floats over and pins Beckman.
Zach Davis: NO! NO! BECKMAN GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
Indeed, Beckman's foot is on the ropes!
Erin Robbins: He may be a drunk, but he had enough instincts to get his foot on the ropes to avoid losing this match!
The fans cheer as Micayle stands up, annoyed now, finally. He kicks angrily at Beckman before climbing to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Oh my. Remus Micayle is REALLY looking to put Beckman away now; he doesn't go to the top rope very often.
Micayle reaches the top as the fans boo. He flies off...
Erin Robbins: Diving Elbow Drop!
No!, no! Beckman rolls out of the way! Micayle hits the mat hard but gets back to his feet as quickly as possible. Meanwhile, Beckman is up too...
Zach Davis: HANGOVER DDT! BECKMAN HITS IT!
Beckman hits Micayle with the Hangover DDT! Micayle's head is spiked to the mat and Beckman pins Micayle, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: NO! NO! MICAYLE KICKS OUT!
Indeed, the United States Champion managed to kick out!
Zach Davis: That's Beckman's finisher, Erin.. What else can he do?
Beckman gets back up and measures Micayle as he gets back to his feet. Beckman takes Micayle's arm...
Erin Robbins: HERE COMES THE CROSSFACE!
No!, Micayle slips away! Micayle bounces into the ropes, runs at Beckman.
Zach Davis: THE FORMULA!
BECKMAN DUCKS IT! He rolls Micayle up from behind!
Erin Robbins: ICE WINS IT!?
Zach Davis: NEW UNITED STATES CHAMPION!
The bell sounds as both Micayle and Ice get to their feet. Micayle is practically speechless, looking around as if he doesn't believe what happened. Beckman grabs the US Title and rolls out of the ring, backpeddling up the ramp and clutching the belt.
Erin Robbins: I can only imagine what kind of celebration HE'S going to have.
Zach Davis: How does Team Science react to this!?
We're back in the hospital with Steve Orbit. He's arguing with a young-looking doctor.
Steve Orbit: I said I'm fine, Doogie.
Doctor: You have a traumatic head injury. You have a very serious concussion, and you're showing signs of amnesia. In my professional opinion, you are NOT "fine", Mister Orbit.
Steve Orbit: Well, in MY professional opinion, YO' professional opinion don't mean shit. I need to get the fuck outta here, man. When can I go home?
Doctor: Can't answer that right now.
Steve Orbit: Can't I go to a private type of rehabilitation center or something? A nursing home? What about that?
Doctor: Your condition is too serious for that, you need to be monitored 24/7.
Steve Orbit: Fuck, man. This is bullshit. I need a drink. I need a smoke. A need a couple girls, man. Can you just lock my door for a couple hours? Just look the other way, homie. I'll take care of you. What kinda girls you like? White, black, Spanish-- fat girls? You into fat chicks, Doogie Howser?
Doctor: I'm, uh, married-- that's besides the point. It's not happening.
Steve Orbit: FUCK. I need more of this fuckin' morphine. I don't even feel nothin'. Look at me. My fuckin' head is bashed in. Y'all got an Oxycontin? Roxicet? You know I got a legit, legal prescription for Roxicet, right? Y'all see that in the computer? My doctor's gonna come through, and y'all have to give me my pills. I'll fuckin' sue your ass. This whole place will be mine. I'll have the nurses walkin' around ass naked...
Orbit looks up and realizes the doctor has left the room, and he's talking to himself.
Steve Orbit: ... Bastard.
The lights in the Pepsi Center go down as "Light Em Up" by Fall Out Boy begins playing on the Jumbo Tron. Night Rider steps out from the back. Waves of pyrotechnics follow him down the walkway as he makes his way to the ring. His Tag Team Championship belt slung over his left shoulder. A few moments later Diablo follows him to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Representing the Shadows of Darkness. He is one half of your tag team champions, Ladies and Gentlemen here is The Night Rider.
The crowd erupts in a mixture of cheers and boos as Night Rider jumps over he top rope into the ring. Pyrotechnics explode from the four corner posts as he holds his championship belt over his head. He hands the belt to Diablo outside the ring and waits for his opponent.
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold kicks in over the arena speakers. When the guitar kicks in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive amount of heat. "Fuck You Price" chants start up as Price goads them on by smiling and waving. As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He heads for the corner and climbs up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price pulls off his t-shirt and fakes throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
Kyle Steel: Introducing next, Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He is Mr. Every Title, Jayson Price.
The crowd erupts in a chorus of fuck you's as Price flips them off again. The two men stand face to face in the ring as they wait for the bell.
Erin Robbins: This should be a great match. What is Diablo doing out here?
Zach Davis: Maybe he's here to throw in the towel when things get rough.
Erin Robbins: I doubt that. There's the bell and this match is under way.
Night Rider kicks Price in the gut and connects with a forearm smash that sends him reeling backwards. Night Rider pushes him into the ropes and sends him across the ring to the ropes on the other side. Night Rider attempts a clothesline as Price ducks and bounces off the ropes. Using his momentum he shoulder blocks Night Rider in the knee. Night Rider goes down grabbing his leg in pain. Jayson Price moves in. He grabs Night Rider by both legs and connects with an elbow drop on the injured knee.
Erin Robbins: Night Rider is in obvious pain here. Price is working on that injured knee. That's what he does, Picks a spot and wears it down.
Zach Davis: Just like a good technical submission specialist should do. Ouch, See what I mean.
Price applies a step over toe hold, Putting pressure on the knee. Night Rider screams out as he tries grabbing for the ropes that are just barely out of reach. He digs his hands into the mat and slides himself closer. Finally he is able to grab the ropes and the ref orders Price to break the hold. Night Rider uses the ropes to pull himself up just as Jayson Price runs at him and connects with a clothesline that sends him to the floor.
Zach Davis: Night Rider hasn't been able to mount much of an offense in this match yet.
Erin Robbins: That's because Price has kept him on the defensive. Going after the knee right away was a brilliant move.
Night Rider grabs onto the steel railing and pulls himself up. The referee stands in front of Price to keep him from going out after Night Rider. Price threatens to punch the referee but thinks twice about it. Night Rider gets to his feet and begins walking around the ring as the ref starts counting him out.
Night Rider approaches the ring apron. Price walks over to kick him back when Night Rider grabs him by the leg and pulls him out of the ring. WHAM! Night Rider connects with a clothesline that sends Price hard against the ring. He reaches for his back in pain as Night Rider grabs him and DDT's him onto the floor. Night Rider picks up Price and throws him into the ring. Night Rider climbs to the top turnbuckle and waits for Price to get to his feat before leaping...........right into a right jab to the gut. Night Rider curls up in pain. Price grabs him and throws him into the cornerpost. Price follows him in and hits Night Rider with a Running Yakuza Kick. Night Rider drops to one knee as Price moves in. Night Rider kicks out and catches Price in the groin. Night Rider grabs him and sets him up. He connects with a piledriver and goes for the cover.
Price kicks out before the ref even gets into position. Night Rider is pissed and begins arguing with the referee. Price gets to his feet and sees Night Rider arguing. Price connects with a Standing Drop Kick that sends him flying into the referee. All three collapse to the mat. Suddenly the lights go out in the Pepsi Center.
Two masked men make their way out towards he ring area. Diablo notices them and tarts going around behind them as security comes out. The lights come back on and the two men make their way up to the ring. Night Rider notices them and curses out loud. Price grabs him from behind and rolls him up. The ref is still unconscious on the mat. Price releases the hold and walks over to the referee as Diablo comes up behind the two men. Night Rider approaches them from the front.
All of a sudden Denise D'Evil swoops in on her horse and cuts the head off of the man closest to her. Diablo pulls his switchblade out and wraps his arm around the second guy with his free hand while reaching around with the other and slicing his throat. His screams were lost in the flow of blood that spurted from the open wound.
Price finally gets the referee to his feet just as Night Rider is getting back into the ring. The two men stand face to face yelling loudly at each other. Night Rider shoves Price who returns the favor. Price bounces off of the ropes and hits Night Rider with a shoulder block. Night Rider barely moves backwards. Night Rider bounces himself off the ropes and leaps over Price who dropped to the mat. Night Rider bounces off the ropes on the other side and is hit by another drop kick to the knee.
Diablo speaks with D'Evil before making his way towards the back. Denise walks over to the outside of Night Riders corner and pounds the mat with her hands encouraging him on as Price applies a step over toe hold and applies the pressure. The ref asks if he wants to submit as Night Rider screams out in pain and shakes his head no.
Price picks up Night Rider and connects with an atomic drop followed by his Kneegasm series of knee kicks. When he finishes with the running knee to the face Night Rider collapsed to the mat. Price moves in for the cover as the ref slides into position.
No, Night Rider is barely able to kick out before the three count.
Price begins arguing with the referee about a slow count when Night Rider grabs him from behind and rolls him up. The ref counts.
No. Price kicks out. Night Rider grabs Price and sends him into the turnbuckle. He attempts to follow him in when his knee buckles and he hits the mat. Price moves in and grabs Night Rider by the head. SMASH! Night Riders head hits the mat from a perfectly hit piledriver. Price covers.
Jay Price wins this matchup!
Zach Davis: Well ladies and gentlemen, now it’s time for the Main Event of the evening…
Erin Robbins: This is going to be interesting…
The camera cuts to the ring where ring announcer, Kyle Steel is standing with a microphone in hand.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Six Person Tag Team match set for one fall and it is for the WCF Television Championship!
‘Matter Of Time’ by Five Finger Death Punch plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase Michaels who is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arms stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first…being accompanied to the ring by Red…from Bakersfield, California…weighing in at 220 pounds! ‘The Lone Wolf’…Chase…Michaels!
The two then slowly make their way down to ringside before Michaels rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his partners as ‘Matter Of Time’ fades out.
Zach Davis: Well I guess we have Robert Connors to thank for the reason why Chase is able to compete tonight…
Erin Robbins: This is wrong, Mr. Nitro is the Director Of Operations and he was wronged by Chase Michaels, that damn Robert Connors should have kept his slimy nose out of this.
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.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, 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.
Zach Davis: I’d imagine Matt will be looking forward to getting his hands on Ciserano tonight after he attacked him after his match with Caliban last week…
Erin Robbins: The match was over and Matt continued his assault on Caliban, Ciserano was just helping out his stable mate…
‘I’m Not Afraid’ by Lacuna Coil blasts out of the PA system as Stacy Robinson storms out onto the stage with her People’s Championship fastened around her waist and makes her way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And their partner, making her way to the ring…from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds…the WCF People’s Champion! Stacy…Robinson!
Stacy slides into the ring and unfastens the title from around her waist and hands it to a ringside employee before unzipping her jacket and throwing it out of the ring and focuses on the stage as ‘I’m Not Afraid’ fades out.
Zach Davis: Stacy looks really pissed tonight…
Erin Robbins: Well she found out last week that Chelsea had kidnapped her brother so I don't blame them…
Kyle Steel: And their oppon....
Steele's mike cuts out at this point and Crowd immediately starts booing the building down
Erin Robbins (exasperated tone): There goes Kyle's mike we know what's coming next
Jordan Caliban walks out onto the stage slowly, ribs bandaged and his arm still in a sling when not in use
Jordan Caliban: I'll attempt to make this quick, kinda like the speed test these three probably did on Stacey's ski pole handling earlier, Jay Price a message from me, too you, you want a member of Sequitus? Sorry buddy you need to go through me first, you should really look at what I have done to your friends before making threats. But tonight! Tonight is yet again about the TV title, it is yet again about the management in this company trying to see how far they can push us before we snap, but you see we will not Falter, we will stand our ground and be better than all of you starting with the 3 of you tonight
In the background the starting guitar riff of song 2 starts playing through the arena, Caliban waits for the opportune moment where the song properly kicks in and then starts walking down the ramp never taking his eyes off the trio in the ring as he speaks again
Jordan Caliban: LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND THE RATS IN THE RING INTRODUCING FIRST, from Buffalo New York, weighing in at 185 pounds, he is the new breed beat down artist, the rock and roll riot starter AND THE JACKIE CHAN OF YES I CAN!!!!! THIS IS JORDAN CISERANO!!!!!!!!!
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 makes it as far as Caliban and gives him a little fist bump before standing next to his friend with his arms crossed staring at his opponents in the ring
Jordan Caliban: AND HIS PARTNER! From Halifax Nova Scotia Canada and weighing in today at 285 pounds, he is the man mountain of the great white north and the guardsman for Sequitus, PLEASE WELCOME THE STANDARD SET FOR BIG MEN IN THAT RING! My man CORMACK... MACNEILL!!!!!!!!!
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 makes it to where Caliban and Ciserano are waiting for him, high fives his partners and then assumes the position with Ciserano flanking Caliban with crossed arms, both men burning holes in their opponents as the Sequitus music cuts out
Jordan Caliban: And finally, due to an agreement with a delusional pig Ill only say this, Ladies and Gentlemen their partner, HE IS YOUR TELEVISION CHAMPION, THE BRIGHTEST BULB IN THE BATCH, the shining star 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 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 until he reaches the other members of Sequitus on the ramp and all three competitors from their team step in front of their self appointed preacher and the pig 'speaks' in a robotic tone.
Percy Micro: Introducing my cherished commodity, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!
The 4 members of Sequitus make their way down to the bottom of the ramp, they turn to Caliban who gives them a what? Kind of look and his friends basically tell him to leave
Jordan Caliban: I'm staying right here
Brent Alpine: Dude the people in that ring have already really really hurt you, I don't need that distraction out here and neither do these guys, just head to the back and put your feet up, we got this
And its at that moment that Sequitus's opponents decide enough is enough, Stacy runs the ropes as her teams opponents are still conversing on the floor
Zach Davis: What a flip dive from Stacy Robinson taking out all 4 members of Sequitus!
Caliban quickly gets away from the pile and struggles to his feet using only his good arm, he shrugs wishing the 4 people on the floor a good match, crotch chops the other 2 in the ring and he gets out of dodge leaving the competitors too it and heading back stage.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Stacy then mounts the closest person to her who turns out to be Ciserano as she begins pummelling him over and over with right hands.
Erin Robbins: Stacy letting out all her frustrations on Ciserano here!
MacNeill and Alpine get to their feet and try and help their partner, however Michaels and Robinson stop them with clubbing blows to the back of their heads as MacNeill and Robinson begin trading blows whilst Michaels and Alpine trade blows of their own.
Zach Davis: This match hasn’t even started yet and all six of these combatants are going at it…
Stacy gets to her feet and picks Ciserano up and slams him head first off the ring apron before throwing him into the ring before climbing in after him. On the outside, the referee has managed to break apart the other four combatants and orders them into their respective corners. They all oblige and the referee gets back into the ring and calls for the bell to get this match officially started.
Erin Robbins: And now this match begins…
Stacy goes to pick Ciserano up, however she is met with a vicious right hand from Ciserano before he quickly whips Stacy into his corner and makes a tag to MacNeill.
Zach Davis: Here comes the fighting Scotsman…
Ciserano and MacNeill quickly nail Stacy with a double snap suplex before Ciserano leaves the ring and MacNeill goes for a pin.
Erin Robbins: He’s not going to keep the People’s Champion down that easily…
MacNeill lifts Stacy to her feet and delivers a knee to her gut before throwing her off the ropes and nailing her with a powerslam followed by a quick knee drop.
Zach Davis: Beautiful combination there by MacNeill…
MacNeill picks Stacy to her feet but is suddenly met with a vicious European uppercut from her. Stacy then charges at MacNeill and nails him with a hurricanrana sending him into the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Now the People’s Champion is fighting back…
Stacy then heads over to the opposite side of the ring before nailing MacNeill with a handspring back elbow smash quickly followed by a one-handed bulldog.
Zach Davis: An equally as good combination there by Stacy.
Stacy then heads over to her corner and tags in her husband who climbs into the ring and begins the ‘Robinson Stomp’ on MacNeill.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the Outlaw and he’s going straight to work on MacNeill…
Robinson then signals the end is near and measures MacNeill for ‘The Silencer’, as MacNeill gets to his feet and turns around, Robinson attempts ‘The Silencer’, however MacNeill pushes Robinson off the ropes and nails him with ‘The Stone Of Kings’ before going for the pin.
Zach Davis: Robinson kicks out!
MacNeill tags in Alpine before he proceeds to pick Robinson back up and holds him in a headlock as Alpine delivers a swift kick to Robinson’s gut. As MacNeill leaves the ring, Alpine quickly nails Robinson with an enzuigiri before quickly lifting him up and nailing him with a powerbomb and going for a pin.
Erin Robbins: Another kick-out from Robinson…
Alpine lifts Robinson to his feet however out of nowhere; Robinson nails him with a picture perfect dropkick followed by a knee drop.
Zach Davis: And the Outlaw is fighting back…
Robinson pulls Alpine to his feet and throws him out of the ring, keeping hold of him and turning him to face away from him and trapping his arms in the top rope.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh, Alpine’s in trouble here…
Robinson then begins to nail Alpine with multiple forearm clubs to his chest before then pulling him back into the ring and then nailing him with a wrist-lock sitout side slam.
Zach Davis: The Robinson Effect!
Robinson then goes for a quick pin.
Erin Robbins: Not enough to put Alpine away there…
Robinson gets to his feet and tags in Michaels and the two nail Alpine with a double DDT as Michaels quickly goes for a pin.
Zach Davis: Michaels only one second away from becoming the new Television Champion there…
Michaels picks Alpine up and nails him with an uppercut followed by a German suplex and then a knee drop to the back of the head.
Erin Robbins: The Lone Wolf is taking it to the TV Champion right here…
Michaels makes his way over to Alpine, however he was playing possum and quickly rolls him up into a small package.
Zach Davis: And Michaels kicks out…
Both men get to their feet and Michaels attempts a clothesline, however Alpine ducks the shot and then nails him with a leg hook reverse STO. Ciserano reaches over and tags himself in.
Erin Robbins: Ciserano is feeling good about his chances here it seems like!
Ciserano comes in as Alpine begrudgingly exits the ring. He waits for Michaels to stand...
Zach Davis: Here comes the Ciserano Superkick!
But as Ciserano runs at Michaels, Michaels sidesteps him and hits his Rude Awakening style Superkick!
Erin Robbins: DAMN!
Michaels falls on top of Ciserano. Both members of both teams enter the ring.
The two teams brawl with each other..
No one is able to break it up!
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels picks up the win for his team!, Sequitus takes a loss here tonight!
Erin Robbins: But Alpine hangs onto his Television Title once more.
Michaels stands up and is attacked from behind by Ciserano. Michaels goes flying out of the ring. Ciserano follows after him. Alpine throws out both Robinsons before leaving the ring himself, clutching his Television Championship.
Zach Davis: What a truly epic night we have had here in Denver tonight! From start till end, all competitors did their best in every match we had. This, is what we can truly be proud of as WCF-style wrestling. And now, the main event is over, and hey… WAIT A MINUTE! What the hell is this!
A tired-looking Cormack MacNeill has his back turned as he starts to walk slowly towards the ring ropes, when from the crowd, Mark Dillinger charges in and clubs the Sequitus member with a vicious lariat!
Erin Robbins: Ha! Doctor Micayle did say by the end of Slam he’ll be sending a reply to the bumbling oaf! Who asked him to interrupt both Dillinger and the good Doctor earlier in the night!
The crowd is jeering loudly at this unforeseen assault. Meanwhile, MacNeill is trying his very best to stave off the ground-and-pound assault of Dillinger, who on his part is doing his best to turn the Canadian’s face in to hamburger.
Zach Davis: This is unnecessary! I don’t like Cormack one bit, but the man has just been through a match!
Erin Robbins: Nobody asked him to interrupt both Dillinger and the good Doctor earlier in the night! This is well-deserved, if you ask me! Payback!
Having gained the upper hand against an exhausted MacNeill, Dillinger hauls him up to his feet, before throwing him up in the air and socking him in the soft side of the throat with a VICIOUS uppercut. Stump meets chin in a painful clash, sending the kilt-wearing Cormack sprawling on the canvas!
Erin Robbins: The Dishonourable Discharge! A message sent to Cormack MacNeill by both Dillinger and Doctor Micayle!
While loud, the Colorado fans’ boos escalate to an EVEN higher level as the WCFTron comes to life. On it is the face of Doctor Remus Micayle, obviously broadcasting via a live stream from his locker room. He is smiling; obviously happy at the carnage his Team Science apostle has inflicted upon Cormack MacNeill.
Zach Davis: Oh come on now, now to add salt in to his wounds? Disgusting.
Micayle shakes his head in a mocking fashion before speaking.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Dear oh dear… Cormack MacNeill, I did tell you that by the end of the night, everyone in this weed-smoking, ski-loving state will understand why someone like me deserves to be respected. Your blatant scorn for American superiority is not tolerated. Not. Anymore.
The pro-blue crowd boos, though a few cheers can be heard as well.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You understand this, clod, and you understand this well. I have had enough of your idiotic ways, and I am determined to make the nonsense that your obtuse stable has created stop once and for all. Jordan Caliban, yourself, whatever, it’s ENOUGH! Enough of the foreigner-friendly Sequitus trying to play freedom fighter, and start conforming to true, proper, AMERICAN freedom. And just to make sure you fully understand this… Dillinger?
The Team Science apostle nods and salutes the WCFTron, before turning his attention back to the defenceless body of Cormack. Ignoring the growing level of boos from the crowd, he once again lifts MacNeill to his feet, before lifting him up in a gorilla press position and DESTROYING him with yet another European uppercut with his own stump!
Zach Davis: Urgh! One more Dishonourable Discharge administered to Cormack! Micayle wants this message to be registered deeply in his mind it seems!
Erin Robbins: Nothing wrong with whatever he’s doing if you ask me! Micayle deserves this, especially after the punishing battle he just had with ICE earlier! He wants to let him know why whether United States champion or not, he is still a proud member of the USA! And the Canadian in the ring must understand that!
The Scientist lets out a small laugh.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You won’t be getting off this easy the next time you try to be a maverick, Cormack. I promise you that. You want to prove it? Easy, get your boys ready, and I’ll gladly teach them why ‘The Formula’ hurts.
And with that, the live stream cuts off, turning the WCFTron back to black. The Colorado fans are still booing heavily at Micayle’s declaration of war against Cormack. Satisfied with his work, Dillinger quickly gets out of the ring and exits via the crowd, wary of a Sequitus counter-attack.
Erin Robbins: Strong message by Team Science to Cormack MacNeill. It seems that the Doctor is sick and tired of his continuous antics against him, and decided that enough is enough. MacNeill is officially on mark, fellows, and seemingly so is anyone who is allied with him!
Zach Davis: That means we might have a battle on our hands! Jordan Ciserano and company are surely not going to let this slide. The main question now is: what does this mean for both Remus Micayle and Cormack MacNeill? Good night from Denver, Colorado!
Slam fades to commercial with the image of a still-injured Cormack MacNeill lying on the canvas after his assault by Mark Dillinger.
“Like Whoa" by Black Rob is playing over the PA. Freddy Whoa is standing in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Hey fans, it's nice to be back on Slam!
Freddy Whoa: I've got some great news. Standing by, we have the WCF World Champion-- "The Mack" Steve Orbit, live on video chat!
Freddy Whoa: Can we get him cued up, guys?
After a few moments, the jumbotron comes to life, showing an image of Steve Orbit laying in a hospital bead. His head is heavily bandaged. The cheers from the crowd bring a smile to his face.
Freddy Whoa: Hey, champ! You hearing me?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, I got you, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Cool, alright! How are you feeling?
Steve Orbit: I'm aight. I'm having some complications, you know what I'm sayin', from the concussion and shit. But it's all good, I'm feelin' more normal every day. Tryin' to get out of this fuckin' hospital.
Freddy Whoa: I hear you. I gotta ask, it's on everyone's mind-- when do you expect to be back? Any idea? Can you throw us a bone?
Steve Orbit: I'ma do my best to be back on Slam next week.
The crowd erupts.
Steve Orbit: Hold up, let me clarify. They ain't gonna let me perform in the ring, not yet. It will be a little while before they clear me. This head injury shit is no joke, I mean-- if I take one bump in the head the wrong way, that could be it for my career. That could be it for me, period. I can't take that risk, WCF can't take that risk. So, if I'ma be real with you, I'm hopin' to be back in the ring for Explosion. That's the date that everyone, you know what I'm sayin', the doctors, the lawyers, they all lookin' at that date. I should be back for Explosion.
Freddy Whoa: That's good news! And you hope to be on Slam, live, next week?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, man. I'm the World Champion, I'm a member of Pantheon-- I'm "The Mack". I got responsibilities. I'ma be there with y'all next week, for sure.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds great. Speaking of being World Champion, where's the belt? I figured you'd have it right by your side up there in the hospital.
Steve Orbit: Well, uh...
Freddy Whoa: What is it, man? Don't tell me you lost it.
Freddy's messing around, but Orbit doesn't appear to be joking.
Steve Orbit: I just... I can't remember.
Orbit winces, holding his head.
Steve Orbit: I'm havin' trouble remembering a lot from the night I was jumped. I ain't seen the belt since. Maybe I left it behind at the arena. Speaking of that night... Waylon Cash, I know you out there. I know you backstage, watchin' this. You must be real fuckin' proud of yourself. I'ma give you this one, fair warning. When you see me... run. Break the fuck out. 'Cause you payin' for this shit, homeboy. You and all your punk ass friends--
“Criminals” by Big B blares through the arena, drawing a chorus of boos. Waylon struts out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone already in his hand, and to everyone's surprise, he has the WCF World title slung over his shoulder. That, combined with the cocky smile on his face causes the crowd to go ballistic. They begin throwing garbage, and a few cups still full of liquid. Waylon gets hit by one of these to the crowd's delight, but he shrugs it off.
Steve Orbit: Freddy, get outta the ring. Get outta there NOW.
Waylon Cash: Relax Big Stevie Style! I ain't gonna hurt your little buddy. Though, he should probably get outta my ring, before I change my mind.
Freddy climbs between the ropes, as the audience tries to drown out Waylon with their booing. Waylon rolls under the bottom rope, and jumps up, holding the title high above his head. Steve Orbit's face is contorted into a hateful glare, but Waylon speaks first.
Waylon Cash: Stevie boy! I heard about your injury. It's a damn shame, but I guess that's the peril of workin' in our business. How ya holdin' up?
Steve Orbit: You seriously askin' me... yo, you the one who put me here! That ain't even what I wanna talk about anyway. What you doin' with my title belt?
Waylon Cash: Now now Steve, let's not go putin' labels on things. My title, your title. The way I see it, with you on the shelf, this is as much my title as yours. Hell, seein' as you can't come here and get it, it seems like it belongs to me. Of course, we all know possession is-
Steve Orbit: Cut the shit, man. You know that ain't your belt. You had your shot-- SHOTS, and you fumbled every time. You didn't earn that title, and your ass never will as long as I got anything to say about it.
Waylon holds the title up so he can look at it, and then turns a sarcastic smirk back to Steve.
Waylon Cash: Looks like it is my belt, and seein' as how I'm the one who put your ass on the shelf, I think I earned it plenty. That's why I'm declarin' myself your NEW WCF World Heavyweight Champion!
The fans scream their disapproval, and then begin an audible “Bullshit” chant.
Steve Orbit: Sounds like that crowd ain't buyin' your bullshit neither.
This gets a cheer from the crowd, and an eye roll from Waylon.
Waylon Cash: come on Steve. This ain't the People's title. You know damn well their opinion don't mean diddly. The only thing that matters is that I got my belt back, and I gotta say, I think I make it look a whole lot better than you ever did.
Steve Orbit: How 'bout this? You be reasonable for once in your life. Stop with all the games. Give me back my title, and I won't drag my ass out there and beat the crap outta you!
The crowd cheers once more, as Waylon chuckles in the ring.
Waylon Cash: Come on Steve. You ain't in no condition to be kickin' the crap outta anyone, let alone the WCF World Heavyweight Champion!
Waylon holds up the title again, drawing another loud wave of boos. He throws back his head in laughter, as Steve fumes from the Titantron.
Waylon Cash: Steve, do yourself a favor, get some rest... in fact, get some permanent rest. You need to do this for your health. What I want you to do is call up Seth, and tell him the truth. Tell him you can't take it. Tell him S-PAC is too much for you. Tell him you just can't compete at this level, because that's the problem here. The problem ain't me... the problem is you.
The crowd boos some more, stopping Waylon from talking for a few moments. Eventually he just decides to talk over them.
Waylon Cash: It's true! Think about what Ol' Chuck Darwin would say. This is about survival of the fittest. The ones that can't hack it get ate, and the ones that can do the eatin'. That's how it's gone since forever, so you gotta look in the mirror and be honest with yourself. You gotta just say my name is Steve Orbit, and I can't survive in a world where S-PAC is at the top of the food chain.
Steve Orbit: The way I see it, y'all ain't nothin' but a bunch of bottom feeders! I'm comin' back, you can believe that, and I'ma take MY belt back. After that, I'ma put an end to your whole crew. You're done, Cash. This is the last time y'all bunch of fake ass ambush artists get one over on me.
Waylon Cash: That's big talk comin' from someone who ain't here. I'll tell you what... when you can come back and take this title from me, we'll let you believe you're the champ again. Until then... ladies and gentlemen, your new WCF World Heavyweight Champion... Waylon Cash!
The crowd voices their disapproval, as Waylon's music hits again. He climbs out of the ring, and struts to the back, being pelted with garbage the entire way. Steve Orbit looks angry, but has nothing more to say.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous. Waylon Cash isn't the rightful champion! He stole the belt! We'll see how this develops, but I can't see Steve Orbit taking this lying down... though he may not have much choice.
Zach Davis: Hold on! I'm being told that something is going down in the back!
We quickly switch to the back in time to see Jordan Caliban laid out on the floor unconscious. A chair is being set up next to him and the cameraman pans up in time to see Jayson Price taking a seat in the chair. Price props his feet up on Caliban's back and then looks into the camera.
Jayson Price: And that's one.
Price holds up a single finger and then smiles at the camera as he holds up three fingers on his other hand.
Jayson Price: Make sure you tune in next week to see who gets it next.
Price winks and then lets out a laugh as the WCF logo appears at the bottom of the screen and the show fades out to black.