Slam Intro

We see “The Mack” himself, Steve Orbit, walking backstage, which causes a huge pop from the crowd. He’s wearing his street clothes and still selling his injuries. As he gingerly moves along he’s joined by Bryan Worthy, who’s in his ring gear but holding a microphone and wearing the neon green WCF blazer he puts on for most of his journalistic endeavors.

Bryan Worthy: Hey, Steve. Good to see you.

Steve Orbit: Thanks, man.

Bryan Worthy: You free for an interview?

Steve Orbit: Yeah. Yeah, that’s cool. Long as we do it on the move. I got places to go and people to see.

Bryan Worthy: Sure. You want to go now?

Steve Orbit: Yeah. Give it to me.

Buzz speaks to the camera now while keeping pace with his interview subject

Bryan Worthy: I’m speaking with WCF World Champion Steve Orbit, who is making his return to Slam after a two week convalescence. Thanks for agreeing to take time out to answer a few questions for us, champ. How are you feeling?

Steve Orbit: I'm aight. I'm cool. I got a little headache but it ain't no thang.

Bryan Worthy: What have the doctors told you about your progress? Do you think you’ll be cleared to return to active competition by Explosion to defend the World Title?

Steve Orbit: Back in the day when you got a head injury, they didn't really, you know, take it as serious as they do now. Now with the lawyers and doctors and everybody who gotta be involved, it's definitely something where they don't wanna take any chances with it. The head wound is healing up and the concussion is getting better, you know what I'm sayin', it's progress. It's gonna take some time. I feel like I could do a match right now, tonight. But that's my pride talkin'. I don't like having to sit back and watch Slam from the hospital bed or from the couch at home, especially when there's, you know, people I need to be seein'. People who are gonna get what's comin' to them as soon as I'm cleared. As far as Explosion, I don't know. I'm pushin' for it. I have an idea of what I want to do at Explosion but we'll see if it happens. It's kinda, you know, out of my hands.

Bryan Worthy: Take us through the six man match at Timebomb where you pinned Jonny Fly to become World Champion. What were your thoughts during, and after, the fight?

Steve Orbit: My thoughts was really no different than any other match. Seth did a great job with the gimmicks, you know what I'm sayin', tryin' to make it seem like there was all kinds of angles and drama in the match. There wasn't. It was six of the best wrestlers on the planet, fighting for the biggest prize in our business. Everybody was firing on all cylinders, everybody was doin' what they could. So I went into the match knowing that if I had an opportunity to win, I would win. Pantheon is Pantheon and those are my brothers but they are also some of the best competition in the world. There's no sad feelings or jealousy among us because I won that match or because I pinned Fly. Fly has pinned me. Jayson was within an inch of winning, but it just wasn't his night. It was my night. And if it turned out the other way, and Jayson won, I wouldn't have no hard feelings about it. This is business, you do what you have to do to be the best that you can be. You can't survive or succeed in a place like this if you let your friends or your emotions get mixed up in your business.

Bryan Worthy: On the episode of Slam after Timebomb, you were brutally assaulted by the Savage Political Action Committee just moments before you were to compete in the show's main event. The lead instigator in the ambush was your old tag team partner Waylon Cash. Why do you think he took such extreme measures against you?

Steve Orbit: Look, in hindsight, I shoulda seen this dude coming. Waylon had two World Title shots in a row and blew them both. That will mess with anyone's mind, and I personally know the type of unstable, weak ass type of person that Waylon is. He wants so bad to be, you know what I'm sayin', to be relevant. To be the man. Shit, homie, he wants to be like Steve Orbit. In his mind, he deserves what I have. He deserves to be champion in his mind. And since he's so, you know... wacked out, mentally, he thinks by jumping me with three people and stealing the title belt, somehow that makes him better than me. Somehow that makes him the rightful champion. Nobody is buying it except for himself. I doubt Chelsea Black Armstrong or Atreyu even believe it but they'll go along with it because they're Scott Savage's bitches. They do what he say. One thing about Scott Savage, he gotta be in the spotlight, or rather, he gotta have his "clients" in the spotlight. And he don't really care how they go about it. They can't do it in the ring so they take other measures. We've seen it since S-PAC was first, you know, conceived.

Bryan Worthy: After attacking you, Waylon Cash made off with the WCF World Title. He now proclaims himself to be the true holder of the title. How do you think the Wrestling Championship Federation should respond to Waylon’s and S-PAC’s actions?

Steve Orbit: It don't matter how I think they should respond or how I think they should react. I would imagine that most of them are rational, normal, stable people who can see how messed up this whole situation is and how weak Waylon is making himself look by doing all this, by playing all these games. I think they will boo him out of the building and reject the idea that he has accomplished anything by jumping me and stealing my title belt. That's how a normal person with a brain in their head would react.

Bryan Worthy: It seems that Waylon Cash is trying to provoke you into an in ring confrontation, most likely with the WCF World Title on the line. Do you believe he deserves a chance to legitimately earn the belt, given what he has done? And, are you willing to face him for it?

Steve Orbit: If you asked me earlier this year? I woulda said yeah, he's due for a title shot. But at this point, he don't deserve nothing. He had his shot. He had two shots. He got beat one on one by Fly at Payback, and then he couldn't get it done again at Timebomb. There's plenty of other people on the roster who deserve a shot more than he does, based on what they have accomplished in the ring. He's had his shot. He knows he blew it, that's why he's doing all this bitch ass stuff to try to stay in the spotlight and stay relevant. That's the only reason. In his little french fried pea brain, that's the only way he can get another title shot. At this point I would say Chelsea or Atreyu deserve a shot more than he does. He needs to go to the back of the line. Seth needs to be a man about this-- you know, be a leader, and show the roster and the fans that this type of foolishness doesn't fly in the WCF. This is supposed to be the big leagues. Seth needs to reprimand Waylon Cash and get my belt back from him-- a belt that belongs to his company, a belt that I won the right to hold at Timebomb. No type of thievery or foolish games can change that fact. And if Seth won't take any action... you can believe I will.

The pair stop walking.

Steve Orbit: That enough?

Bryan Worthy: Perfect. I appreciate this, Steve. Thanks again.

Steve Orbit: No problem. Hey, you seen Lerch around?

Bryan Worthy: Last I heard Seth was in the production truck.

Steve Orbit: Shit. I walk all this way inside and he’s out in the parking lot? That motherfucker-

The Mack continues grumbling to himself as he turns and limps back the way he came, leaving a bemused Buzz behind.

Artyom vs Endorphin vs Jordan Young vs The Ultimate Destroyer

Erin Robbins: Here we are, about to start off Slam! This week with some fatal four way action!

Are You Ready by AC/DC plays. He 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.

Zach Davis: Jordan Young in the ring, lookin for a win.

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.

Erin Robbins: Endorphin, ever popular with the crowd.

Zach Davis: flippin off the audience, winning fans over since – never!

The lights go out and the National Anthem of USSR plays and the arena go into Red.

Erin Robbins: Here comes Artyom, the soviet.

Zach Davis: At seven foot and three hundred plus, he's only the second biggest guy in this match.

Erin Robbins: Thats scary.

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.

he runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around (ultimate warrior style) and then starts ot beat the hell out of the first person he sees

Zach Davis: And Her comes the seven foot, four hundred pound, Ultimate Destroyer. He is seventy pounds heavier then the soviet.

Erin Robbins: And he is going right to work on the soviet. That explosiveness just taking it to the big Russian.


The Ultimate Destroyer and The Soviet are slugging it out in the middle of the ring as Jordan Young and Endorphin don't really know what to do with each other.

Zach Davis: When you're six foot respectively, what do you do when the biggest guys in the match are slugging it out?

Erin Robbins: Kick back, relax and pick your spots.

Endorphin and Young join the fray , attacking the Soviet. Young hits a chop block that sends the Soviet to his knees. The Ultimate Destroyer picks up the Soviet and delievers a vicious choke slam!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!

Erin Robbins: A massive chokeslam, right into a pile of human bodies!

Young and Endorphin manages to crawl out of the pile and start the double team on The Ultimate Destroyer.

Zach Davis: Double super kick!

Erin Robbins: The Ultimate Destroyer is barely even phased. He just took a double superkick to the face like it was nothing!

The Ultimate Destroyer is getting double teamed in the corner as Endorphin and Young struggle to try and contain the biggest man in WCF but The Ultimate Destroyer hits a double head butt and down go Endorphin and Young!

Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer, doing exactly what his name suggests, destroying.

Erin Robbins: The Soviet is up!


Running body splash to The Ultimate Destroyer! The Soviet picks him up..


Zach Davis: The Sickle! That Vertical Suplex into side slam!

The pin.




Erin Robbins: Kick out by The Ultimate Destroyer!

Young gets to his feet and climbs up to the top turn buckle, he launches off..

Zach Davis: Elbow drop to The Ultimate Destroyer!

The pin!


Erin Robbins: Broken up by The Soviet!

Here comes Endorphin off the ropes, nails the Soviet with a spear, hangs him up against the ropes and here comes Young with a massive cloths line to take the big man to the outside.

Zach Davis: One threat down, one to go.

The Ultimate Destroyer is back up. He's got a hold of Endorphin and Young as they turn back around.

Erin Robbins: Uh-OH!

Zach Davis: Double chokeslam commin up!


Erin Robbins: NOO! A double bell, ringer! Endorphin and Young each with a swift kick below the belt of The Ultimate Destroyer.

Zach Davis: Endorphin and Young hit the ropes, double sunset flip.

The Pin..




The Ultimate Destroyer kicks out!

The Soviet gets back into the ring... BIG BOOT To Young! Powerslam to Endorphin!

Endorphin gets pinned..





Kick out by Endorphin!

Erin Robbins: How he kicked out, I have no idea!

The Ultimate Destroyers up! He hits massive knee strikes The Soviet who comes back with knee strikes of his own.

Zach Davis: WHAT!?

Erin Robbins: No way!


Zach Davis: Backpack stunner!

The pin!




Broken up by Jordan Young!

Endorphins up and together once again he and Young manages to bully an opponent to the corner. The soviet is absorbing punishment from two but manages to swat Young over the ropes and onto the apron but Young gets right back up and puts a strangle hold on The Soviet so Endorphin an hammer away with body shots.


Zach Davis: Another big boot by The soviet, Endorphin just knocked over like a bowling pin.

The Soviet flips Young over his shoulder and head butts him away but here comes The Ultimate Destroyer again with a big slash to The Soviet, returning the favor. The Ultimate Destroyer picks up The Soviet and climbs the turnbuckle.. he sets him up!

Erin Robbins: no,no,NO!


Zack Dacis: Powerbomb to the outside!

Endorphin gets up first, The Ultimate Destroyer doesn’t see him. Endorphin gets in beteween the ropes and The Ultimate Destroyer- POWERBOMB PIN!

The Pin..


Zach Davis: Endorphin has the tights!


3 !!

Erin Robbins: Endorphin just stole one!

Zach Davis: With The Ultimate Destroyer AND The Soviet, you take it when you can get it!

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

The opening riff to Adagio's "The Stringless Violin" plays through the speakers of the Scottrade Centre as the capacity crowd starts booing away heavily.

Zach Davis: Oh boy… this isn’t going to be good.

Clad in a smart-looking black shirt, designer jeans, and loafers, Doctor Remus Micayle slowly saunters out from the back, helmed by his First Apostle Mark Dillinger. The duo, looking impassive and uncharacteristically stoic, make their way to the ring, ignoring the numerous jeers and chants directed their way.

Erin Robbins: What do you mean? The good Scientist, having been robbed of his rightful title, coming out to address the crowd and address his grievances tonight? That’s quite possibly the best thing that’s GOING to happen here in Saint. Louis, mind you!

Zach Davis: Yeah… I’ll change the word ‘robbed’ with ‘lost cleanly’. He’s bound to be in a foul mood, and I don’t think these people here will be too happy to hear about it. Especially when his opponent for the night later on will be the hometown heroine… Chelsea Black Armstrong!

The pair enter the ring and walk to the centre of the squared circle. Dillinger quickly exits the ring in search of a live microphone, as a frosty Micayle stares at the crowd. The audience in Missouri aren’t exactly the biggest fans of the Scientist, and aren’t afraid to let their voice be heard.

Crowd: You got pinned! You got pinned! You got pinned!

If he is affected by the chants, Micayle didn’t show it. Dillinger, having located a microphone, rolls back into the ring and hands it over to the Scientist. Micayle raises it up to his lips.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Good evening ladies and gentlemen.

HEAVY booing ensues.

Zach Davis: Woah! What a reaction we are getting from them!

Erin Robbins: Idiots. The whole lot of them.

Micayle continues. Evidently, he is not about to waste much time on engaging with such a hostile crowd.

Doctor Remus Micayle: As you would have already no doubt known… I was burglarised last week.

More booing.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I was looted, plundered, and accosted professionally by an inebriated, no-good, embarrassment of an American. Natural ICE Beckman, using whatever trickery he has gained from his no-doubt spiked drinks, bribed the match official, and successfully navigated himself to becoming YOUR new United States champion.

HUGE cheers arise.

Zach Davis: Ho ho! It would seem that this crowd isn’t taking too kindly to Micayle’s accusations! Just listen to them, they love him!

Erin Robbins: Yeah, but too bad they are cheering the rise of a new United States champion. One that is a villain and a horrible American to boot. Good job, stupid people. You didn’t value the good Doctor Micayle when he was there, and now we have this joke as our representative to the state. Well done, really.

Zach Davis: You never really listen to your own comments, do you?

Micayle shakes his head. Almost in… pity?

Doctor Remus Micayle: I was embarrassed and humiliated in front of a live crowd. My rightful championship was taken from me and given to a roaring drunk. And you know who is to blame? You know who is going to go through hell for giving me that loss? The man who is going to pay big-time!?

Zach Davis: Yourself? Jesus Christ, this wacko is going to ask for a rematch. I just know it.

The Scientist glances at the mat, before glancing back up once more.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Cormack MacNeill.

Zach Davis: What!? How does he have anything to do with the entire situation?

Erin Robbins: Shh! Zack, keep quiet!

Behind him, Mark Dillinger is nodding approvingly. Micayle, frowning, continues to speak, his voice getting louder and wilder by the second.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Last week, Cormack MacNeill’s antics caught me off-guard and resulted in me having a break of concentration. My game plan went off, no thanks to his slime ploy, and look what happened! ICE took advantage, and he walked away with the pin. That no-good, maple-licking, hockey-playing son of a Loch Ness Monster destroyed my ambitions for a scientific America, and all of my grand plans along with it!

His eyes raving with slight mania, he continues ranting.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I told you folks that a stuttering Canadian such as himself was no good for the federation, and look what happened! The best thing that ever happened to the WCF lost his very first title, and it’s all thanks to this skirt-wearer! I am going to k—

Suddenly, he seems to catch himself, and composes himself visibly.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Ahem. It seems that my message to Cormack MacNeill last week was insufficient. I have not heard from either him or Sequitus since. Are they too frightened to engage me and my First Apostle in combat? But I digress. I suppose congratulations are in order. To Natural ICE Beckman, I’m swallowing my pride and acknowledging your victory. Tainted it may be, but it was still a win… or at least in the books. We both know that your win was undeserved, but that’s all right. If these fans want you, you can be their figurehead all you want.

A small smirk breaks out.

Doctor Remus Micayle: To me, at least, being America’s legitimate champion is more than just a championship belt. It’s all about morals, values, and commitment to the greater good. All of which are traits you do not possess. So be a good little boy and drink your Corona beer; I’ll continue my ambassadorial duties as a legitimate American citizen. And my goal still remains as it is… to throw scum like Cormack MacNeill out of this country and back to the wretched wasteland that is Canada. Titles like that will be back around my waist sooner than you think anyways.

Heavy booing once again breaks out from the fans. A small chant for Cormack breaks out, but fails spectacularly. After all, Missouri is a red state.

Zach Davis: I think our former United States champion has lost it. For real. Have you heard what nonsense he just spouted!?

Erin Robbins: I couldn’t agree less with you Zack. He’s as noble as always, our great Doctor Remus. Despite nobly acknowledging his loss, he is still willing to pick up the responsibilities that a TRUE champion should. Shame on you, Beckman!

Zach Davis: NOBLY!? Get a grip of yourself woman! He just ripped on ICE, despite the fact that he lost last week! And now he’s still going to go after Cormack for some unknown xenophobic reason! How in the world is he a legitimate scientist! There’s no sense at all!

Micayle strides over to Dillinger, who immediately comes to attention and salutes him. The Scientist turns to the crowd and gestures at the First Apostle.

Doctor Remus Micayle: To Cormack, if you are listening backstage, pay heed to this man. He struck you twice last week, and on my command, he’ll strike a million more times. I want an answer from you IMMEDIATELY - will you be willing to sit down and acknowledge American superiority? The fact that your country and your Scottish ancestors are nothing more than glue-sniffing hounds who copulate with their own kin, and there is no way that a man of your calibre will make it in the industry.

He smiles again, that icy-thin grin more insulting than anything.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Because if you will, I will be more than willing to help educate and convert you into a fellow patriot of our great nation. America is a wonderful place, and having different nationalities such as yourself and Caliban around is a stain on an otherwise utopian federation. To me… it’s simple. It’s either to become American, or become nothing at all. Your call. I’ll be waiting.

Satisfied, he drops the microphone, as Adagio's "The Stringless Violin” start playing once more. The pair exit the ring and head back the entrance ramp, once again ignoring the catcalls directed at them.

Zach Davis: Huh. Team Science’s goal is to make sure all foreign wrestlers here are… aware of the fact that they are in an American federation and to succumb to the fact that they are not going to be top dogs here. It’s… patriotic, I guess?

Erin Robbins: As expected as of Doctor Micayle. No doubt he’ll be a more successful wrestler in spite of losing last week. We’ll have to wait for Cormack MacNeill’s response, I guess. Whatever in the world is he going to say?

Slam goes to commercial as the scene fades to black.

Stryder vs Mary Mac

Pink and white lights flash with the opening of the song, stopping with a spotlight on the curtains; as the lyrics hit Mary emerges, full of smiles and energy as she makes her way to the ring, slapping hands with fans along the entranceway as she approaches.

Kyle Steel: On her way to the ring, standing at five foot six inches and weighing in at one-hundred and forty one pounds...MARY MAC!!!

She hops to the ring apron, doing a double bicep flex pose with a big smile before backflipping into the ring over the top rope. She climbs to the second rope to pose once more for the crowd, giving a little salute before climbing down, ready for her opponent.

Zach Davis: Not much is known about this up and comer, other than her spitfire attitude. Do you know anything about her Erin?

Erin Robbins: Not much, but if you want to find out more wait for her bit on WCF Round-up later tonight.

Zach Davis: That's if she makes it until later...have you seen her opponent?

Stryder exits from behind the curtains with his music echoing throughout the arena. He quickly walks down towards the ring, hardly acknowledging that he is surrounded by thousands of people roaring with chants and jeers.

Kyle Steel: And on his way to the ring, leaning in at six foot five inches and weighing a whopping two-hundred and seventy-five pounds...STRYDER!!!

He gets to the apron and leaps up, grabbing on to the top rope and planting his feet firmly on the mat. He leans over and steps in between the second and third rope and in to the ring.

Erin Robbins: Remember Zach, this monster promised not to lay a hand on Mary Mac tonight.

Zach Davis: Yeah, what a gentlemen. Lets see if he keeps to his word.

He takes off his large bomber coat and throws it to the outside of the ring. He stands in the corner and awaits the start of the match.

Stanley Moser calls for the bell and match begins.

Stryder and Mary Mac both approach the center of the ring. Mary holds out her fist for Stryder to bump it, but he turns away and walks towards the turnbuckle. Mary's face flashes an instant red and she runs towards Stryder and jumps, landing a standing dropkick and sending Stryder hurtling towards the corner.

Zach Davis: Wow! Mary starting this match off strong, telling Stryder she's not going to take any disrespect!

Erin Robbins: I think she just made the biggest mistake of her life...

He grabs the top rope and stops his hurdle. Mary quickly gets up and performs another dropkick into Stryder's back. He holds onto the turnbuckle again for support as the feet plant into his back once again. Mary gets up again and begins punching him as hard as she can. Stryder turns around against the force of her punches and stares her in the eyes.

Zach Davis: Uh-oh!

She quickly backs away as Stryder comes towards her. Mary performs a quick roll and ends up behind Stryder, who whips around to face her head on. Mary runs towards him and attempts another dropkick, but Stryder shows off his speed by quickly dodging out of the way. Mary lands on the canvas hard and rolls over in slight pain. She accesses her pain and quickly stands up again.

Erin Robbins: How is she going to take this monster down?

Zach Davis: If you ask me, I say they should stop this match right now!

Mary changes her strategy by jumping and shooting off of the second turnbuckle, performing a mid-air spinning wheel kick which Stryder ducks, sending Mary sprawling to the canvas again, this time clutching her side as she hits. Stryder moves towards Mary as she's laying on the ground. She rolls over to see him coming towards her and begins backing up towards the corner of the ring. Stryder stands in the center of the ring as Mary uses the second turnbuckle to pull herself up. Stryder's eyes light up as he begins running towards Mary...

Erin Robbins: What is she going to do?

Zach Davis: I don't kn...OH! What a kick to the face!

Mary lifts herself up using the turnbuckle as leverage and connects her boot to Stryder's face. He steps back, holding his mask tight. He appears to be in a tremendous amount of pain. Mary uses this moment to lift herself on to the top rope and jumps towards Stryder, catching him by the head and performing a tornado DDT. Stryder's head hits the ground hard and he rolls on to his back. Mary uses herself to cover Stryder's large torso as Stanley Moser's hand hits the mat...1...2...3!!!

Zach Davis: Oh..wow! She did it! Mary Mac did it!

Erin Robbins: What a way to start here in the WCF! You're gonna go far kid!

Mary Mac jumps off of Stryder and runs to the turnbuckle, a single tear in her eye as the crowd cheers her victory over this behemoth. She exits the ring and makes her way backstage.

Steve Orbit/Seth Lerch Segment

Scene opens in the parking lot where we see many WCF big rigs. On the side of the arena, we see the production truck. From off to the side, "The Mack" Steve Orbit walks towards the back of the truck and looks in, seeing Seth who is apparently in the middle of a meeting with WCF techies and producers and whatnot. Orbit knocks on the side of the truck, getting everyone's attention.

Steve Orbit: Seth, you got a minute?

Seth rolls his eyes and asks the team to hold on.

Seth: I'm really kinda busy here, Orbit.

Steve Orbit: Cool-- by the way, I'm feelin' much better. Thanks for askin'.

Seth shrugs.

Steve Orbit: Just give me two minutes. I assume you gonna take some kinda action against Waylon for attacking me when I didn't do shit to him?

Seth: Uh... it's wrestling, man. Kinda comes with the job.

Steve Orbit: But I'm the World Champion. I'm the face of this company. You just got ownership of the company back, FINALLY. You need to send a message that this type of shit ain't gonna fly with you in charge. For real.

Seth: It's not my problem. Where are your Pantheon buddies? Ask them to protect you. It's none of my business.

Steve Orbit: None of your... you serious, Seth?! The mother fucker STOLE my belt-- the belt that belongs to YOUR company, the belt that I EARNED the right to hold. He's making a joke, a mockery of the WCF World Title. You gonna let him do your company like that?

Seth shrugs.

Steve Orbit: And how 'bout the website? What the fuck is up with that? You're callin' him the World Champion on the front page of the web site?

Seth: What?

Steve Orbit: What you mean "what"? Don't play stupid with me.

Seth: I really have no idea what you're talking about. I don't go on the WCF website.

Steve Orbit: Yeah, I can tell-- it looks like the design ain't been updated since the 90s. Anyway, check it out.

Orbit pulls out his cellphone, and shows Seth the website, which displays "WAYLON CASH!!!" in the World Champion slot.

Seth: Huh... that's odd. Give me a minute.

Seth disappears into the truck for a moment and then returns.

Seth: Somebody must have hacked into the website. My guys can't even get in, the passwords are all changed. We're locked out. These guys are on it, though-- don't worry, they're the best in the biz.

Camera shows inside the truck where one of the guys is picking his nose and the other one is surfing porn with his tongue hanging out.

Steve Orbit: ... Right.

Seth puts his arm on Orbit's shoulder.

Seth: Fear not, Steve Orbit! All of this stuff will be fine. In my experience, these things have a way of working out on their own.

Seth winks. Orbit's nostrils flare.

Steve Orbit: Aight. This was a bad idea. You know what, if you ain't gonna do shit-- I'll handle it myself. No problem.

Orbit turns and heads back towards the arena. Seth shakes his head and then returns to his meeting.

Zack Wild vs Adam Young

Five finger death punch the way of the fist blares over the speakers and the arena goes pitch black!

Erin Robbins: Here.we.go!. Zack Wild is in the building!

red and black strobe lights fills the arena while Zack wild comes riding down the ramp on his Harley bike.

Zach Davis: Indeed, we got Wild verse Young and Wild as always, is ready to fight.

"American Badass" by Kid Rock starts playing as Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black and a black towel on his head with Firefly right behind him in all black also.

Erin Robbins: Young isnt a stranger to fights, he's not a stranger to controversy either.

Zach Davis: We're going to get a straight up brawl from these two.

He stops and takes the towel off his hand with his right hand. He holds both of his arms up in the air and then starts walking towards the ring. He circles the ring. Adam climbs up into the ring and poses on all four second turnbuckles before tossing the towel to ring side area where Firefly catches it and smells it smiling.

Erin Robbins: Wild from behind! Hits an Ax handle right between the shoulder blades of Adam Young.


Zach Davis: The ref calls for the bell and Wild has the jump in this match.

Wild pulls Young off the ropes and launches him across the ring with an Irish whip.

Zach Davis: Wild goes for a spear!

Erin Robbins: Young sidesteps into bulldog take down!

Young gets Wild back up as Wild fights out of the side head lock with some heavy elbow shots, then finally a huge knee strike to the mid section.

Erin Robbins: Wild going for a power-bomb set up here- Young's up on the shoulders-

Zach Davis: Young hits a few well places punches and is able to avoid the power bomb.

Young drops down behind Wild and hits the ropes again, coming back towards Wild but Young eats an elbow for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Erin Robbins: Adam Young, flat on his back like Shannon Lerch at a Turkish bath house.

Wild continues the heavy blows with hard kicks to Young's stomach and ribs. Young manages to roll out of the ring, to try and buy himself some time but Wild follows right after him. Wild turns Young around but gets drilled by an uppercut. Wild staggers away but quickly recovers, only to be met by a running swinging neck breaker! Young immediately takes to the apron and waits for Wild to get up...

Erin Robbins: Wild to his feet..

Young comes off the apron with a cross body...

Zach Davis: Caught by Wild!

Wild catches Young and effortlessly shrugs him into a fireman's carry and just slams him down. Wild quickly slides back into the ring, then back out again. He picks up Young over his shoulder and readies him to be launched into the ring post but Young shoves off and Wild runs head first into the steel post. Young snatches up Wild and drops him down with a side slam.

Zach Davis: Young pointing up to the top turn buckle!

Erin Robbins: I think he's going to go for it.

Young climbs the apron, then the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Best moonsault in our business, right here!


Erin Robbins: Wild Ride!

Young picks up Wild and rolls him back into the ring.

Young picks up Wild again and sets him up for The Angels Wings but Wild blocks it. Wild hangs onto Young's thighs and refuses to let go. Young tries again but again it's blocked.

Zach Davis: Wild just won't go down with out one hell of a fight.

Erin Robbins: Wild has pretty much been in control of this match up too.

Wild picks up Young with nothing but shoulder and neck strength and and spins him around towards the middle of the ring with a sit out spine buster.

Zach Davis: That's an old school A.A. Spine buster! It might be enough to put The Villain away.

The pin..





Erin Robbins: Adam Young Kicks out!

Zach Davis: Frustrated, Wild calls for The Wild Finish!

Wild picks up Young and throws him up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position...

Erin Robbins: F-5! The Wild Finish!

Zach Davis: Countered! STO! Adam Young countered with a modified STO! Both men are down!


Erin Robbins: Young's moving first.

Zach Davis: Young rolls up. Young rolls up into a Koji Clutch! He's got Wild Locked up in the middle of the ring!

Erin Robbins: Wild has no where to go. He's got no strength left to power out. He's fighting hard but things just arnt on his side.

Zach Davis: He taps! Zack Wild Taps to Adam Young’s, Locked Out, Koji Clutch.

The ref calls for the bell as Adam Young releases the hold.

Erin Robbins: Wild almost had Young, but Young is a veteran no doubt about it and has great mind for ring presence.

Zach Davis: Hard fought for Wild but a nice win for Adam Young.

Doc Henry Segment

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.

Zach Davis: Doc Henry is in the house, along with his lovely wife Mary! It's been a hot minute since we've seen "Doc the Cock" in WCF!

Erin Robbins: Not long enough for this commentator's taste.

Zach Davis: Weird. That's the same thing my ex-girlfriend said before she broke up with me.

Doc looks around the arena, and slowly brings the mic to his face.

Doc Henry: Hello St, Louis!!!

The crowd cheers loud at the cheap pop.

Doc Henry: It's good to be in a city that has a good BBQ resume. However, I'm not out here to kiss anyone's ass. I have sat back in that locker room for the last month and a half, and I find myself sickened. Now I could go on about a veteran like myself is being ignored when it comes to the card. But, I'm not like the whiny roster I find. There are way too many people in the back who bitch and moan about this and that. All of them expect to be handed whatever they wish by Lerch like some kind of Obama handout.

Zach Davis: Ooh! Doc's getting political now!

Erin Robbins: How dare he? Sic the NSA on his ass, Mr. President!

Doc pauses for a moment as Mary hands him a flask. Taking a big swig of the liquor, Doc continues.

Doc Henry: That, however isn't the worst of it. There is a rot at the core of this company, and it needs to be cut out before it turns into a cancer. I'm talking about the levels, or lack there of of respect. Look, I don't care where you came from, here in this company you are nothing and will have to prove yourselves to earn my respect. There are a great many men and women on this roster with whom I have great respect for, even though I may hate them with a passion. This new breed of talent that have been brought in however need to be taught a lesson.

Doc hands the flask to his wife and removes his hat and saddle coat. Walking to the ropes, Doc climbs ups onto the bottom one and looks right at the entryway.

Doc Henry: I'm sending this out right now. You asshats want to be disrespectful pricks, that's fine by me. However I dare any of you to haul your asses out here and be a man. Come take the asswhooping you have coming and it may just put hair on your ass!

Zach Davis: Doc Henry is issuing an open challenge to anyone in that locker room who's feeling antsy for a hoedown! Who will answer the call out of "Doc the Cock"?

Erin Robbins: I hope that big Soviet Artyom comes out here and puts a hurting on Doc! Or maybe Crisis? No, no... Artyom AND Crisis! Now that would be great!

The WCF Universe teems with anticipation, clamoring on the edge of their seats, waiting to see which WCF superstar or superstars will answer Doc's challenge. For a few moments nothing happens, but then...

The opening strains of "Paegan Love Song" by Acid Bath hit the PA and the crowd comes to life as the arena lights turn to a dim glow.

"Dying felt so goddamn good today
If I was ever alive, well it's hard to say
It was kissin' my eyelids and burning my face away
Dying felt so goddamn good today"

The darkened silhouette of Jam Willy Jesus appears at the entrance way and the cheers grow louder. Jam Willy acknowledges the fans by pounding his chest with his left fist twice and then raising that same fist into the air, before starting his walk down the aisle. A prison style spotlight follows Jam Willy as he slaps hands with the fans that have come to greet him along the security barrier, and makes his way down to the ring.

Zach Davis: Holy cow! It's the "Madman from the Badlands"! Jam Willy Jesus is the last man that I expected to see walking down that aisle! But as they say... Jesus walks!

Erin Robbins: Great. Another washed-up loser.

Jam Willy rolls into the ring and climbs onto the turnbuckles, raising both arms into the air while the fans shower him with cheers. Willy nods his head and smiles then hops off of the turnbuckles. He leans through the ropes and receives a microphone from the So Cal Val lookalike ringside attendant. Jam Willy glares at Doc. Doc glares at Jam Willy. The mutual disdain is palpable. They keep their distance, for now, as Willy raises his mic to his lips.

Jam Willy Jesus: So, Doc... I hear that you're ginned up and looking for a fight?

Doc nods his head, his eyes locked on Jam Willy's in a mutual staredown.

Jam Willy Jesus: That's good. That's real good. See, I heard you talking about respect earlier and, uh, those words struck me as being ironic coming from a man like you. You wish to portray yourself as this respect'ble vet'ran of the grappling arts, but the truth is that you're a schemer and a deceiver, Doc Henry. Through the years you've bribed officials in order to advance your career. You even bought your own championship belt. Such a proud man you are - a proud man of so little decency and accomplishment.

Doc takes umbrage to Jam Willy's words and moves to confront him, but Mary tugs on Doc's shoulder, urging her husband to be careful.

Jam Willy Jesus: Did I strike a nerve, Doc? Have my words hit a little bit too close to home? You call yourself a veteran worthy of respect? You're a liar, Doc Henry! LIAR! You're a scoundrel and a manipulator, but oh you're so much more than that, my friend. You are the evil within every man's soul! You are the Devil Himself!

The crowd is divided. Some cheer Jam Willy's words. Some boo. Doc is growing ever the more riled up by Jam Willy's attacks.

Jam Willy Jesus: The truth might hurt, Doc, but it doesn't have to be that way. I am the essence of light, the beacon of truth. Oh Doc, I shall set you free, brother! I shall exorcise your demons as the blood pours from your skull!

Doc has finally heard enough.

Doc Henry: Whatever dude, are you gonna fight or stroke your..... Ego in front of the crowd...

Jam Willy Jesus: You wanna fight me? Yeah we can fight, Doc! We can fight right now, my friend!

Jam Willy drops his mic and removes his leather jacket, using it as a lasso to rein in Doc Henry and entangle him, but Doc frees himself and drops Jam Willy with a spear before mounting him like a UFC fighter and raining down with ground and pound style punches. Jam Willy manages to sweep Doc and reverse the positioning, unleashing his own barrage of hammer fists and elbow strikes.

Zach Davis: Carnage has erupted between two veterans of the squared circle as Doc Henry and Jam Willy Jesus are throwing down in an impromptu brawl here in St. Louis!

Erin Robbins: Finally, some action after all of that blathering!

Doc and Willy return to their feet and continue the barroom style brawl before a swarm of referees and road agents rush down to the ring and separate the two superstars.

Zach Davis: Doc Henry and Jam Willy Jesus have both made surprise returns here on Slam and neither man appears very happy to see the other!

Erin Robbins: I wasn't too happy to see them either, Zach, but I have to admit they grew on me once they started punching each other in the face!

Crisis vs Grimshaw Chapel

The lights in the arena go out. “Hello Zepp” begins to play over the PA.

Zach Davis: and it just got colder in the arena.

Erin Robbins: This guy is Kree-py.

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.

Erin Robbins: I feel bad for The opponent of Crisis. Get out now! Take the loss, it's ok.

The Lights throughout the entire Championship Wrestling Federation arena simultaneously begin to flicker out one by one before finally going completely out, and engulfing the entire WCF arena in darkness, as the arena goes completely dark “POWER” By Kayne West begins to blare on out of the PA Sound system and out steps GRIMSHAW CHAPEL from behind the black curtains.

Zach Davis: It's Grimshaw Chapel! Well I guess Chapel has as good as chance as anyone to take on WCF's newest big man.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in tonight at Two-hundred and Thirty pounds, he stands approximately Six foot Two inches in height. He hails from Salem, Massachusetts he is Constable... GRRRRIMSHAW CHAAAAAAAAAAAPEL!!!!!

As the ring announcer announces his name, Chapel continues to stand alone in the isle as fans at ringside and near the isle can be heard booing him, he can be seen soaking in jeers, and the abhorrence of hatred they can be heard giving him as he continues looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him. After a few minutes Grimshaw slowly strides on down to the ring, his eyes focused in on the squared circle, and the objects around it.

Once at ringside though, he waste no time and walks around to the steel steps and walks on up them and enters the ring. Once inside the ring the lights in the arena flicker back to life as Grimshaw throws out his arms and poses for a few seconds.


Zach Davis: Chapels going to have his work cut out for him.

Erin Robbins: How do you beat a guy like Crisis? He's bigger then a house. I think they dropped him on the witch in The Wizard of Oz.

Zach Davis: Quickness, technical skill. Being the son of God wouldn’t hurt either. Or Thor. I think Thor might work.

Erin Robbins: Well Chapel has at least two of those attributes.

In the ring, Crisis walks towards Chapel but Chapel goes behind for a waist lock into a chop block, into an ankle lock submission.

Zach Davis: See thats what you gotta do. He's not so big on the ground.

Erin Robbins: I don't know. I think he's pretty much the same size.

Crisis shows no pain under that mask but rather a sick sense of enjoyment. The big man props himself up on his hands, then on his free leg and rolls over his shoulder, catapulting Chapel and breaking the ankle lock. Crisis gets back to his vertical base as Chapel wastes no time, nor shows any fear in coming back at The Man from Hell. Chapel launches himself off the top rope with a superman punch - -


Zach Davis: Big boot by Crisis. Using that massive frame and just connecting with Chapels jaw.

Erin Robbins: If anyone find some Orbit gum on the ground up in row G, you might want to double check it. Just sayin.

Crisis goes to pick Chapel up by the throat and lifts him partially up pff the ground but Chapel counters it with a roll up.

The Pin.




Crisis easily powers out at two.

Zach Davis: Chapel may have gotten his clock cleaned but he's up just as fast as Crisis.

Chapel hits the ropes and comes off with a spinning leg lariat. Crisis goes down to one knee as Chapel continues his momentum and spring boards off the second ropes; catching Crisis with a DDT.

The Pin.




Crisis kicks out with authority.

Zach Davis: Chapel doing good, staying on top of Crisis, making him waste energy with the kick outs. It's a smart plan.

Chapel gets up and moves back towards the legs of Crisis, trying to lock on that ankle lock but Boots him off and through the ropes again. Crisis is up now as Chapel stands on the apron but is snatched up by Crisis.

Erin Robbins: Crisis has Chapel up..


Crisis choke slams Chapel back into the ring. Crisis picks up Chapel again and lifts him up into his shoulders.

Zach Davis: Crisis is lookin for snake eyes.

Erin Robbins: But Chapel wiggles out and forces Crisis sternum first into the corner.

Chapel locks his hands together and rears back as hard as he can.

Zach Davis: Release German Suplex!

Chapel hurries to get to the top rope...

Erin Robbins: 450 splash!

The Pin..




Zach Davis: Crisis powers out again.

Chapel picks up Crisis and hits him with three lefts and right.

Erin Robbins: Police Brutality!

Zach Davis: But Crisis doesnt even look phased!

Chapel can't believe it! He hits the ropes again but when he comes off he gets scooped up into a pile driver!

Zach Davis: The C 3! TOMB STONE CITY!

The Pin!





Crisis picks Chapel up for a crucifix power bomb but lays him out with a dominator!

Zach Davis: Damnation!

Erin Robbins: This has to be it!

The pin.




Zach Davis: Crisis picks up the victory!

Erin Robbins: Scary as hell, victory.

What's the Buzz?: Mary Mac

Bryan Worthy is standing in front of the “What’s the Buzz?” signage for the show. It’s a taped segment, so he has on a shirt and tie under his WCF sports jacket. He speaks.

Bryan Worthy: Welcome to another episode of “What’s the Buzz?” I’m Bryan Worthy. Tonight our interview subjects could not seem more different. One is a three hundred pound masked monster that has left his bloody mark all over the WCF record books; the other a high flying newcomer with covergirl charisma. The current Hardcore Champion Oblivion and Mary Mac joined us this week to answer a few questions about the one trait they share: being a wrestling superstar. First up: Mary Mac.

There’s a scene shift. We’re outside a Tim Horton’s donut shop located somewhere out in the boonies. Worthy, dressed in a red flannel shirt, a tan barn jacket, and dungarees enters the establishment alongside Mary Mac, who is dressed casually.

Bryan Worthy in a voiceover: Miss Mac, a native of the Great White North, sat down with us for coffee at that distinctly Canadian institution: Tim Horton’s.

The two next shown sitting opposite each other in a booth, talking.

Bryan Worthy: You have wrestled professionally prior to joining the WCF. Can you summarize your career to date?

Mary Mac: Short and uneventful laughs Ah, I began training in my last couple of months of college; I'd moved to Toronto for school, and I'd been a huge wrestling fan since I was a kid. The gym I worked out at, there was a guy who worked out there who trained at a local wrestling gym, told me I should check it out. Once I decided he wasn't just saying that to try and get me in bed, I checked it out and I was totally hooked.

After a few months of training I started wrestling on shows. I was living part-time in Toronto once I finished school and still travelling back to Sydney pretty regularly, so I worked for smaller companies in Ontario and the Maritimes both, did that for about a year before I figured I'd make the move to more challenging competition.

Bryan Worthy: What made you decide to join the Wrestling Championship Federation?

Mary Mac: Well, shortly before coming to WCF I'd won women's titles with two different independent promotions in Ontario, and then I won the Cape Breton Cruiserweight tournament; I know it doesn't sound like a big deal but they actually get a lot of indy competitors from the Maritimes, Quebec, Ontario, New England... I was the first woman to win it, ever. That night I'm sitting in the locker room, looking at these two belts and this trophy and wondering 'Is this it? Am I just a big fish in a small pond? Or can I be a big deal in deeper waters?' The next day I got in touch with management at WCF and started discussing coming to wrestle here.

Bryan Worthy: WCF is an intergender promotion with no weight classifications. There's never been a Woman's Title and the Cruiserweight Championship has long been retired. You will be wrestling opponents who are predominantly male and likely much larger than you. Do you feel you are capable of holding your own against this kind of competition?

Mary Mac: I've wrestled men before and I've wrestled people bigger than me before, neither issue is really a big deal to me. I won't lie, Stryder is a bit bigger than the biggest wrestler I've ever faced, but his size doesn't faze me. Someone that size, it's just more ass to kick, y'know? Grinning

Bryan Worthy: What do you as a wrestler bring to the company?

Mary Mac: Laughs again Ethnic diversity? Just kidding, I'm a minority so I'm allowed to make that joke. I bring a high level of athletiscism and a serious competitive streak. Make no mistake about it, as much as I love to smile, as much as I love to do things to make the fans happy, I'm here to win. To win matches, to win titles. I bring a lot of guts, a lot of skill, and a bit of a mean streak too, Bryan.

Bryan Worthy: Is there any particular title you see yourself going after now that you are part of the roster?

Mary Mac: I'm going to take whatever opportunities I can make for myself, honestly. I definitely see myself pursuing either the Television title or United States title before making a push for the World championship though. Heck, maybe both. Laughing I look good in gold, Bryan.

Bryan Worthy: Your Twitter account has received some attention from certain wrestlers on the roster. Much of it was, well, let's say flirtatious. Others took offense to this, and accused your admirers as being chauvinistic. Do you have an opinion on this back and forth among your peers?

Mary Mac: Honestly? I don't take it seriously. Let's be honest, I'm a twenty four year old living in the age of the internet. More than that, I'm a minority woman and, and I hope I don't sound too arrogant in saying this, a pretty attractive one at that. I have Twitter, I have Instagram, I'm used to guys making crude comments about my appearance, things that are way worse than anything anyone has said to me here so far. And realistically, what else have I given people here to talk about, aside from what I look like? I think once I dump a few people on their heads and pick up some wins the talk might change a bit, but for now? It's just words. Shrugs her shoulders Sticks and stones and all that, right?

Bryan Worthy: What are your goals here in WCF?

Mary Mac: Like I mentioned earlier, win matches, win titles. Pro wrestling isn't the right sport for people who do it for any other reason than that. When I was a kid, it didn't matter if it was pond hockey with the neighbourhood kids or Little League baseball, I played to win. When I got a bit older, track and field, volleyball, amateur wrestling, same thing. Grinning a little Whoever said 'winning isn't everything' was full of shit, y'know?

Bryan Worthy: Winning is important to you. But do you believe that there are limits on how far a wrestler should go in order to win? Is victory more important than honor?

Mary Mac: I'd say that there are lines I don't want to be the first one to cross, if that makes any sense? I won't lie, I like to play by the rules, whatever those rules might be. Don't get me wrong, you stick me in a No DQ match and I'll get as hardcore as can be. But I'd rather fight clean. That said, if I'm in the ring with someone and they decide to step outside the rules, they decide to try and cheat to win... Shrugs her shoulders Turnabout is fair play, right? Just because I like to fight clean doesn't mean I can't get my hands dirty if that's the position I'm put in.

Buzz smiles and nods.

Bryan Worthy: Mary Mac, welcome to the WCF, and best of luck to you this Sunday at Slam.

Mary Mac: Thanks. You too.

There’s another cut, and it’s back to Buzz in the studio.

Bryan Worthy: Stay tuned, WCF Universe. Later in the broadcast, you will see our exclusive sit down with the God of Insanity, Oblivion.

Alexander Richards/Tommy Greco vs Scoops Callahan/Bryan Worthy

Zach Davis: Up next we have a tag match featuring the surprisingly successful team of Scoops Callahan and Bryan Buzz Worthy. In spite of the fact the two men are better known for their writing skills since their recent entries into the ring they have complied a very good record.

Erin Robbins: That's coming to an end tonight. Sure, they beat those two chumps last week, but this week they are facing actual talented wrestlers in Tommy Greco and Alexander Richards. Wrestlers vs. Writers? C'mon!

Zach Davis: Yeah but Scoops and Buzz are a team. Richards and Greco can't stand each other. That's going to be the difference.

Erin Robbins: That's what you think. Let's get to 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"
He comes to a stop and puts his arms up Randy Orton-esqe before stopping and continuing to walk to the ring. "And though my pocket maybe empty, I'd be a millionaire" He always grabs one sign from a fan who holds it over the entrance ramp and just throws it down away from the fan while saying "Get this shhhh outta my face" and smiles. He then runs to the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, does the pump ala Razor Ramon with pyro behind him. ..."In my heart I'd be a king." When he finishes walks to the corner and takes off his chain and sweater as the music stops.

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 and imediently looks over at his partner who stares back.

Erin Robbins: that's an intense stare down between partners.

"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.

"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.

Erin Robbins: Is it just me or does Scoops look out of place.

Zach Davis: It's just you.

Erin Robbins: We'll see by the end won't we?

The team of Buzz and Scoops quickl;y decide for Scoops to start things off. But meanwhile on the other side of the ring Tommy Greco and Alexander Richards stare at each other neither wanting to exit the ring. Finally Tommy tells Alexander I'm starting and Richards exits the ring.

Zach Davis: That does not look like the mark of a good tag team.

Tommy locks up with Callahan and easily muscles him to the corner. He throws a haymaker but Scoops dodges and rolls up Tommy for the 1-2- kick out. Tommy charges Scoops but is quickly drop toe holded into a side headlock from Scoops.

Erin Robbins: This is only the second appearance of Tommy Greco and Alexander Richards. Thus far not impressive.

Bryan Worthy reaches into the ring and makes the tag then drops an elbow onto Greco. Scoops releases the headlock and then both of the newsmen drop elbows on Greco. They flips him up then execute a double wishbone targetting the groin of the former Mafia man.

Zach Davis: Notice that the so called Enlightened One is not helping his partner at all during all this double teaming. He might be holding a grudge from last week in spite of his words.

Erin Robbins: What I notice is that these newsmen are as big of cheats as any other member of the media with all this illegal double teaming!

Referee Kip Wingzinger warns Scoops for their excessive double teaming as Bryan scoops and slams Greco then bounces off the ropes for a knee drop. He makes the cover. 1-2- Tommy presses Worthy off of the pin. He then rolls towards his corner and makes the tag to Alexander.

Zach Davis: Richards in looking to enlighten Worthy as he charges right into him but Buzz backdrops him over the top rope! Hey, looks like last week!

Erin Robbins: You better hope he doesn't hear you say that Zach. Well I hope he does.

Alexander staggers to his feet down on the floor while Bryn exits the ring and executes a double ax handle from the ring apron! He quick tosses Richards back into the ring and immediately picks him up and spins him around for the airplane spin. He drops the dazed Richards back onto his feet and tags out to Scoops who picks up Alexander and does an airplane slam of his own.

Zach Davis: Scoops and Buzz really showing the power of the press here tonight.

Erin Robbins: That's a lame pun.

Scoops finally stops spinning and sets /Richards back on his feet and tags out leading to Buzz delivering a hard clothesline. 1-2- foot on the ropes.

Erin Robbins: These guys might be new but I was expecting more from Richards and Greco. Maybe Alexander is as big a loser as his first tag team partner James Herringbone.

Buzz lifts Alexander to his feet and executes a vicious swinging neckbreaker. He bounces off of the ropes but Tommy Greco pulls the top rope down and Buzz falls to the floor. Scoops Callahan immediately enters the ring and protests to referee Kip.

Erin Robbins: Scoops whining to the ref but all like good refs Kip didn't see nothing.

Zach Davis: Only you would think that's a good thing. Wow!

Zach's exclaimation came about because Tommy and Alexander taking advantage of the distracted referee droppped to the floor and double irish whipped Buzz right into the ring post. Alexander rolls Worthy back in and makes a cover. 1-2- kick out from the reporter. Alexander makes a tag and press slams Bryan above his head dropping him down on the outstretched knee of Greco. Tommy flips Buzz over and nails him with a backbreaker.

Erin Robbins: And you said these guys had no team work. Looks pretty good to me. I think the wrestlers are going to polish off these newsboy in short order.

Zach Davis: Everyone underestimates Scoops and Buzz and it wasn't worked out well for them in the past.

Tommy locks in a sleeper hold on the already dazed Worthy with one hand and uses his free hand to punch Bryan to the skull several times hard. He drops the hold then knocks Scoops off the ring apron convincing the ace reporter to storm the ring only to have referee Kip cut him off. This allows Alexander to enter the ring and lock Bryan in a bear hug That would have been bad enough but Tommy then nails a running superkick to the head of the head. Alexander drops Buzz but Tommy doesn't let him hit the ground instead delivering a solid DDT.

Erin Robbins: Great teamwork.

Zach Davis: You mean great cheating.

Erin Robbins: Same thing.

Tommy makes a cover. 1-2- Scoops can take no more and breaks it up.

Erin Robbins: See even your favorites break the rules. Let's face it Zach everyone cheats!

Tommy lifts Bryan up off the mat and goes for a rude awakening style neckbreaker. But Buzz counters with a backslide. 1-2- kick out. Tommy throws a clothesline but Buzz ducks and comes back with a northern lights suplex!

Zach Davis: Buzz making a big comeback. He should tag out though while he has the chance.

William lands several forearm smashes then shoots Greco off of the ropes connecting with a jumping calf kick. However he is then blasted with a running big boot from Richards who made a blind tag as Tommy bounced off the ropes. Alexander mounts Worthy and hammers away on him with mounted punches again and again.

Erin Robbins: I'm not going to lie after last week's impressive victory I thought Richards and Greco could have been in trouble against Scoops and Buzz. Glad I was wrong.

Zach Davis: This isn't over yet Erin.

Erin Robbins: It could be. Alexander has lifted Buzz up and places him upside down in the corner. I heard he calls his move the Tree of Despair. He charges it for a body check but Bryan slipped out of the corner and Richards crashes into the buckles!

Alexander reaches for the ankles of Buzz trying to stop the tag but he is unsuccessful as Worthy dives and makes the tag! Scoops charges in and immediately connects with haymaker, after haymaker, after haymaker on Alexander dazing the larger man. He then winds up.. and winds up and drops Richards to the mat!

Zach Davis: Scoops has turned this one around completely. He irish whjips Richards to the corner then follows him in with a clothesline! He goes to the second rope and begins to hammer away with punches as the crowd counts along.

Erin Robbins: I don't think most of the fans here are smart enough to count to ten.

Zach Davis: That's mean.

Erin Robbins: I don't think you can either.

Scoops finishes his ten punches, drags Alexander to the middle of the ring and floors him with a bionic elbow! He then dropkicks Greco off of the ring apron and makes the tag to Buzz. A double dropkick takes down Richards. Buzz makes the cover. 1-2- kick out.

Zach Davis: That was close there. Bryan going for a figure four now. A man who claims to be as sadistic as Richards would have to be embarassed to submit here.

Erin Robbins: But he doesn't have to as Tommy breaks it up with a stomp. Scoops re enters the ring and atomic drops Greco!

Zach Davis: Then follows it up with the awesomely named Ain't that a kick to the head. The boot to the head drops Greco. Referee Kip Wingzinger trying to restore order.

Erin Robbins: He's never had order in this match!

Buzz lines Richards up for a float over DDT but Alexander counters with a northern lights suplex. He whips Buzz towards the ropes as Tommy casually reaches into the ring to trip up Buz but it's reversed and Richards gets tripped instead. Alexander agrues with Tommy as he is rolled up. 1-2- Tommy reaches into the ring and slugs Buzz. Referee Kip Wingdinger starts to read Tommy the riot act as Alexander lifts Buzz up for the belly to back suplex into the choke slam.

Erin Robbins: This is one is over! The dirty tricks of the newcomers are going to pay off. Here it comes the Final Enlightenment. Wait a second, Scoops Callahan just dropkicked down Alexander! What a cheap shot!

Zach Davis: You call that a cheap shot. I call it completely justified. And I call that a boot to the gut by Buzz Worthy followed up with the Buzz Bomb! He's got the pin.1 -2- Tommy dives into the ring but he's too late! This one is over! Big victory for the Newshounds! They really earned this one here. What a fight.

Erin Robbins: I hate seeing the good guys win. Richards and Greco got screwed, Scoops cheated.

Zach Davis: He only evened things up.

Erin Robbins: Those newcomers will be back and better than ever once they get more experience.

Seifer Black Armstrong/Scott Savage Segment

We open on a blank hallway. A few crew members walk past the camera, before Seifer Black Armstrong comes into the shot and turns the corner. He makes his way through the hall, stopping when he sees Scott Savage leaning against a nearby wall. Seifer pauses for a moment, and then glares over at the manager.

Seifer Black Armstrong: What are you doing here? I thought I made it clear I want nothing to do with you.

Scott Savage: I know you did. I'm not stupid. This isn't about you... this is about Chelsea.

Seifer's ears perk up, and he turns to face Savage.

Scott Savage: She's fine. Don't worry about that. It's just... she needs you.

Seifer Black Armstrong: Needs me? Like how?

Scott Savage: She's doing a very good job. I'm incredibly impressed, but something is holding her back. Seifer, being away from you is hurting her. She needs you around, and I don't think she'll reach her full potential until she's working with you again.

Seifer Black Armstrong: And...?

Scott Savage: And I just want you to think about it. Come team with us, Seifer. I know I may not look like a nice guy, but every one of my clients has achieved greater success after signing with me than they ever had before. It's not just what's best for her, it's what's best for you.

Seifer looks like he might speak, but Scott holds up a hand.

Scott Savage: Look, don't answer me now. Take some time and think about it. I want you to make this decision with a clear head. Take some time, think about it, and call me.

Seifer watches as Scott walks down the hallway. The wrestler sits there with a contemplative look on his face, before turning and opening the door to his dressing room.

Jayden Thunder vs James Fatel

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: "And on his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by his wife, the "Godess" Marilyn Rayne, hailing from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 241 pounds, he is "The Fabled" and "The Immortal", JJJJJAAAYYDEN TTTTHHUNNNDERRR!"

"You had your day, But time washed you away You’re dead You’re gone 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 cornerand waits for the beginning of the match as Marilyn takes her spot on the outside of the ring and looks on.

Zach Davis: Here we go, this should be a very physical match between these two men

Erin Robbins: yes it should. Fatel has been acting out a lot as of late, I think he may be trying to make a statement as of late

Fatel sits at ring side, SR-71 They All Fall Down comes over the PA, Fatel sits there listening to the crowed reaction and his own song

Kyle Steel: And the next competitor, from the land of the Setting Sun weighing in at 215 pounds James Fatel

James Fatel doesn't move from his seat, he's wearing a hoodie covering his face, arms crossed, not moving as the music plays

Zach Davis: Is Fatel refusing to go into this match??

Erin Robbins: I wouldn't blame him, Jayden seems pretty fired up

Jayden starts to argue with the referee to tell Fatel to get in the ring. The ref starts yelling at Fatel as the music cuts. Fatel doesn't move or respond. Jayden is tired of waiting and goes to bring Fatel in. Jayden slides out and reaches over barricade to grab James Fatel, but the man airing there is a dummy set up to look like Fatel. Jayden seems confused, as he trys to figure out whats going on Fatel slides out from under the ring hitting Jayson hard from behind. Then grabs Jayden from the neck and the back of his trunks whipping hard into the barricade, as Jayden collapse on the ground Fatel starts laughing

Zach Davis: well I see Fatel has a few tricks up his sleeve

Erin Robbins: I have to say that was very smart of Fatel

Fatel slides into the ring, the ref scold him for his underhanded tactics. Jayden manages to get to his feet and slides in the ring is well. the ref asked Jayden if you'd like to continue. he doesn't hesitate when he says yes. The ref calls for the bell

Ding ding ding

Fatel instantly goes on the attack. Dropping hard stomps and kicks on the already half downed Jayden.

Zach Davis: repeated vicious Kicks to Jayden while he's down

Erin Robbins: Fatel is ruthless with his attack

Jayden suddenly catches a kick pulling fatels leg out from underneath him. Jayden rolls Fatel quickly over and applies a ankle lock, Fatel quickly grabs the ropes but Jayden refuses to release the hold. The ref starts his count 1... 2... 3... 4.... Jayden releases the hold a moment before 5, but jumps up dragging Fatel back to the middle of the ring and re applies to hold, Fatel screams out in pain

Zach Davis: Jayden is really attacking that ankle

Erin Robbins: hes trying to destroy Fatels base, it's a very smart tactic

Fatel manages to roll over and slam a hard kick in to Jaydens face. Fatel rolls out of the ring to regroup but Jayden bounces off the opposite ropes and then does a leap over the top with a crossbody to Fatel

Zach Davis: oh my what a leap from Jayden

Erin Robbins: He is so very athletic

Jayden just starts pumbling Fatel on the ground, the crowd goes wild from the vicious assault. Jayden seems to be letting out a lot of pent up frustration on Fatel. The ref yells down before he starts his count 1...2...3... Jayden gets to his feet and starts to stomp on Fatels downed body 4...5...6... Jayden doesn't seem to care how close the count is to ten 7...8... Fatel suddenly sweeps the feet of Jayden and quickly shoots into the ring 9.... Jayden follows quickly

Zach Davis: that was close, both competitors might have been counted out

Erin Robbins: Fatel again showing his intelligence. he may be a lunatic but he seems to be very smart when it comes down to it

Fatel is still on the ground as Jayden slides in and comes to his feet. Fatel kicks Jayden Square in the knee dropping him where he stands. Fatel you just a few moments to recuperate from the beating on the outside. Jayden grabs at his knee as Fatel gets to his feet. Fatel steps back in the corner waiting for Jayden. As Jayden starts to stand Fatel fires out of the corner landing a hard knee to the temple of Jayden. Jaydens body drops limp to the ground. Fatel goes for a pin

Jayden kicks out

Fatel gets to his feet and then starts stomping on Jaydens head, focusing his attack. Fatel grabs Jayden up and turns him in a reverse ddt hold, Fatel drops hard

Zach Davis: Setting sun!!!

Fatel goes for another pin

another kick out

After Jayden kicks out for the second time Fatel starts to laugh, He suddenly stops as he grabs Jayden up from the back of the neck forcing him to his feet. Fatel wraps his arm across and around Jayden, pushing him down over his knee then spins out into a hard spin out face buster

Zach Davis: Full Moon Rising!!! Fatel hit his finished

Erin Robbins: Jayden can't kick out of this

Fatel goes for the pin


Ding ding ding

And here's your winner James Fatel

Fatel jumps to his feet and celebrates, he runs around and skips playing around. He talks to the voice in his head as he slides out and takes his seat back at ringside

Waylon Cash Segment

“Criminals” by Big B hits the PA system, bringing a loud boo from the crowd. Scott Savage walks out from behind the curtain, followed closely by Waylon Cash, who has the WCF World title slung over his shoulder. He gives the angry crowd a cocky smirk, and starts walking down the ramp.

Zach Davis: Waylon Cash with the WCF world title. Now, for any confused fans out there, Waylon is not the champion. Steve Orbit is the rightful champion. Waylon Cash stole the belt and ran like the weasel he is.

Waylon rolls under the bottom rope, and grabs a mic from one of the ringside attendants. He lets his music die down before trying to speak. The music may have quieted, but the fans refuse, starting a loud “ASSHOLE” chant. He rolls his eyes, and waits for them to quiet a little so he can speak.

Waylon Cash: Now that you morons got that outta your system, I want y'all to get on your feet, and give a proper welcome to your REAL World Heavyweight Champion!

Waylon holds the belt high above his head, bringing another round of boos. He laughs at the fans, and sets the belt back on his shoulder.

Waylon Cash: Now, I got my naysayers. I got people sayin' I'm not the real world champ, that I stole the belt, that it belongs to Steve Orbit... The way I see it, this belt belongs to the best wrestler in the world. This belt ain't got no place in the hands of a back stabbin' piece of shit like Steve Orbit.

Waylon holds the belt in his hands now, glaring down at the faceplate, as the fans begin to chant Steve's name.

Waylon Cash: That's right, go ahead and chant his name! He can't hear you. His ass is still laid up. I'll tell you this, he better stay that way. If that low life, no good, sneaky piece of garbage ever steps foot in ym rign again, swear to all that's holy I'll-

Waylon is cut off by a roaring cheer from the crowd.

Zach Davis: It's Steve Orbit! The REAL World Champion is here!

Orbit, in his street clothes and with his head still bandaged, runs full-speed towards the ring. Waylon holds the mic as a weapon and braces himself. Orbit slides into the ring, as Waylon begins to club him on the back-- but Orbit gives Waylon a BIG shove, and then tackles him, hammering him with rights and lefts.

Zach Davis: My god! Orbit is out for blood!

Orbit and Waylon scramble to their feet, when Orbit quickly goes behind Waylon with a half nelson. The crowd pops, knowing what's coming.

Zach Davis: HONEY DIP-- OH NO!

As Orbit is setting up the move, Chelsea Black Armstrong and Benjamin Atreyu rush the ring from seemingly out of nowhere. They club Orbit's back, and he falls to the mat. The two of them stomp out Orbit as he tries to protect his head with his arms.

Erin Robbins: HA. That's what he gets for trying to sneak attack the legit World Champion, Waylon Cash.

Zach Davis: Are you serious?! You can't really be siding with these guys. This is the second time they've attacked him three on one!

Waylon gets up, shaking off Orbit's attack and calls for a chair. Scott Savage happily obliges, throwing a chair to Waylon. He raises it up high and brings it down on Orbit's head... again... and again.

Zach Davis: Oh no! Steve Orbit's injuries haven't even fully healed yet! Somebody get out here and help!

Erin Robbins: He should have stayed in the hospital. He has no business being here tonight.

Zach Davis: He's the World Champion of this company! He has every right to be here, but this... this is horrible.

Waylon sets up the chair in the middle of the ring as Chelsea and Atreyu haul up Orbit. He sets up Orbit for the Killshot...

Zach Davis: Finally, here comes Pantheon!

Corey Black, Jonny Fly and Jayson Price run down the ramp and enter the ring. Cash drops Orbit, grabs the World title, and leaves the ring with Chelsea and Atreyu, meeting with Scott Savage outside. Black and Jayson stand guard while Fly checks on Orbit.

Zach Davis: Thank God Pantheon is here tonight. The past couple of weeks, Fly and Black have been absent, and it's been open season on Orbit and Jayson.

Erin Robbins: I wish he would have put Orbit through that chair. It would have been... quite literally, a Killshot.

Zach Davis: I think you could be right. Pantheon may have just saved Orbit's career-- or his life, tonight.

Waylon and S-PAC head up the ramp to backstage, Waylon laughing at the scene in the ring. Fly helps Orbit to his feet as the crowd cheers and the scene ends.

Oblivion Segment

At a local shopping mall, people are running chaotic and running scared. News vans are parked outside and reporters are standing outside of a hardware store...

Nick Newcastle: Nick Newcastle for Newsteam 8 here at the South County Center here in St. Louis, Missouri where a large man, a VERY large man is seen with a group of barely dressed young women and a group of scary looking "little people" decimating a hardware store.

A cameraman spots Oblivion grabbing for IT's cell phone...

Oblivion: YEA?! WHO THIS?! SO?! YEA IT KNOWS YOU!! YOU WANNA DO WHAT?! SURE WHATEVER!! YOU WANNA DO IT WHEN?! SURE, WHATEVER!! Here's an address here in St. Louis. There is a small wooden circular table in the lobby. Leave your questions there and a location of where your gonna be and Oblivion will meet you somewhere to hand the information TO you. No. NO!! NO!! We are gonna do this The Monster's way... GOT IT!! <CLICK!> NOW!! TEAR THIS MOTHERFUCKER DOWN TO IT'S CORE!!

Nick Newcastle: Things are about to heat up here at the South County Center. I'm hearing that they are bringing in S.W.A.T. to take down this monster of a man.. wai.. wait... I've been handed something. The individual there in the hardware store is a professional wrestler that goes by the name of Oblivion and the girls, with him, are called The Vixens. The small creepy looking "little people" are called The Gathering. Now, that's all I have...

Police Officer: STOP!!


Melissa, head of The Vixens pulls out a huge carry bag and pulls out something...


Nick Newcastle: Apparently one of the Vixens slammed down a smoke grenade and all kinds of chaos is going on. S.W.A.T. has arrived. SHOTS FIRED!! I REPEAT SHOTS HAVE BEEN FIRED!!

Smoke clears and Oblivion and IT's "Children" are no where to be found.

Nick Newcastle: As soon as I have more information, I'll let everyone know. Back to the news studio.

United States Title Match
The Original Gangster vs ICE Beckman

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is set for one for and is for THE WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!

"Original Gangster" by Ice-T hits the speakers and draws a mixed reaction from the fans as the Original Gangster appears at the entrance.

Kyle Steel: Coming out first, the challenger.....weighing 220 pounds...from every slum and ghetto in the world...The Original Gangster!!

OG comes to the ring in his usual style, shooting weapons into the air. When his finishes unloading the clip, he tosses the weapon aside and rolls into the ring.

Zach Davis: One of these days someone is going to get really hurt by that.

Erin Robbins: Yeah, and then comes the lawsuits.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent...

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..weighing in at 250 pounds....from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. He is the WCF United States Champion.. ...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. ICE hands his title to the ref, who holds in high in the air.

Zach Davis: ICE just won that belt and he is already defending it.

Erin Robbins: Just ask Dr. Remus Micayle, he knows all about Seth's love of putting together U.S. title matches.

The bell dings and the two men start circling around each other. Soon they lock up and OG takes control by throwing ICE Beckman into a ring corner.

Zach Davis: OG keeping up the offense with some right hands to ICE's face!

Erin Robbins: ICE counters with some shots, now he is in control.

ICE grabs OG and plants him with a scoop slam. ICE then runs off the ropes and drops a big leg on OG's throat.

Zach Davis: Cover by Natural ICE Beckman, 1...2...kick out.

Erin Robbins: ICE trying to get a quick pin, like the one that helped him win that title!

ICE has OG back up and throws him off the ropes. OG ducks under a clothesline and upon return, slams on his brakes and drops ICE with a DDT.

Zach Davis: Now it's The Orginial Gangster's pint attempt, 1...2....kick out.

Erin Robbins: OG has ICE up again, he is wasting no time, he wants that gold!

OG throws ICE into the corner and then follows him in with a big splash, but ICE is able to sneak away in time and OG only gets turnbucke! ICE dives at OG with his whole body and clothesline himself and OG out of the ring!

Zach Davis: This one is outside the ring now!

Erib Robbins: Knowing these two, anything is fair game.

ICE throws OG into the steel steps. ICE then runs at OG only to get back body dropped onto the same steps. ICE rolls around in pain as OG rubs his shoulder and the ref yells at the both with a count, 1....2...3...

Zach Davis: OG rolls ICE back into the ring to break the count.

Erin Robbins: OG is trying to wear down his opponent by stomping on his head like he is trying to put out a cigarette, ouch!!

OG gets ICE up, kicks him in the gut and readies him for a pile driver, but ICE back body tosses his way free. OG slams hard on the mat as ICE leans on the ropes to regain himself.

Zach Davis: Back and forth action here.

Erin Robbins: These two brawlers have the same style and it's hard for either to gain the upper hand.

ICE hits OG with a German Suplex and tries a pin, 1...2...Kick out. ICE than pulls The Original Gangster to his feet and throws him off the ropes, this time the two wrestlers trade clothesline and both stay down.

Zach Davis: I think you might be onto something with that same style thing.

Erin Robbins: Of course I know wrestling, unlike you.

Both OG and ICE are slow to their feet. OG is first to act and strikes ICE with a fist. ICE gives him a shot back and soon the two are in the middle of the ring exchanging mighty punches! Finally OG breaks the cycle, ducks under a punch and plants ICE with a neck-breaker!

Zach Davis: 1...2...Kick Out!!

Erin Robbins: That was closer than ICE wants to know!

OG gets ICE up and throws him at the corner, but the ref gets in the way. ICE hits the mat while the ref goes flying out of the ring. OG sees his opening and doesn't hesitate to grab his gun. He waits for ICE to stumble from the corner before nailing him with the butt end of the gun!!

Zach Davis: The Kiss OFF!!

Erin Robbins: And of course that worthless ref missed it.

The ref shakes his head and slides into the ring as soon as he sees OG covering ICE, 1...2...KICK OUT!! OG slams his hand down in frustration, but quickly turns back to ICE. OG gets ICE to his feet and readies him for a power-bomb. OG hoists ICE up and can't get him down before ICE frees himself with some punches. ICE lands on his feet, hits OG with a jaw breaker and then nails OG with a sit-down power-bomb!!

Zach Davis: That was ICE's Beer Bong move, cover by ICE 1....2....

Erin Robbins: Foot on the ropes by Original Gangster. This match continues!

ICE Beckman drags OG back into the center of the ring and tries another cover, 1...2...Kick Out!! Now it's ICE's turn for frustration. ICE and OG both get up and soon are once again exchanging mighty punches.

Suddenly ICE catches The Original Gangsters hand and with a flash has him down on the ring mat in a cross-face submission move!!

Zach Davis: And just like that Original Gangster is in the Cocktailed Cross-face!!

Erin Robbins: He doesn't want to tap, but ICE has the move on right in the middle of the ring.

Zach Davis: And there it is, Original Gangster just tapped!

Erin Robbins: And we have a winner!!

As the bell rings ICE Beckman breaks the hold and rolls up to his feet. ICE grabs his title from the ref and holds it up in the air to the cheers of the fans.

Kyle Steel: You're Winner, and STILL Champion....Natural ICE Beckman!!

Zach Davis: And surprise, surprise look how ICE is celebrating.

Erin Robbins: Where did he get those beers, from under the ring?

OG walks to the back, holding his arm, as ICE toasts himself and title in the ring.

Joey Nitro Segment

We cut backstage to the office belonging to WCF Director of Operations, Mr. Joey Nitro, who is busy doing some paperwork when a knock is heard at his door. He looks up at the door and moves his paperwork to one side.

Mr. Joey Nitro: Come in…

The door opens and in walks Summer Daize, she closes the door behind her as Nitro gets to his feet.

Mr. Joey Nitro: Ms. Daize, thank you for coming along, please take a seat…

Nitro motions to the seat on the other side of his desk and waits for Daize to sit down before he re-takes his seat.

Summer Daize: So I was told that you wanted to see me? Kind of surprising seeing as I almost forgot I had ties to this place.

Mr. Joey Nitro: Indeed…well let’s cut straight to it shall we Ms. Daize. I’m not sure whether you have been watching what has been happening as of late, but regardless of whether you know or not is irrelevant. I have been having some ‘problems’ with a couple of the Superstars on this Roster, two men I know you’re familiar with, Matthew Robinson and Chase Michaels. Now, the Robinson part of the problem has taken care of itself as Matthew retired last week, however, the Chase Michaels problem still needs taken care of…

A look of interest comes over Daize's face as she leans back in the chair crossing her legs in front of her, letting a smirk settle against her lips she smiles.

Summer Daize: Chase Michaels huh...

Mr. Joey Nitro: Yes, Chase Michaels…and a little birdy told me that you may be able to help me ‘take care’ of this problem.

Summer Daize: You may have heard right, but I assume you know that if I take on this so called challenge of yours that there are terms of mine that you must agree to.

Mr. Joey Nitro: Oh of course, I shall agree to any terms, just as long as you can get the job done. So Ms. Daize…can I count on you to help me eradicate this ‘problem’ once and for all?

Sitting there for a moment the smirk slightly disappears as if contemplating the situation before smiling and nodding as she stands up extending her hand to Nitro.

Summer Daize: Consider it done; I can assure you the problem will be taken care of…

Nitro shakes her hand before she leaves the office and Nitro sits back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head as a large smile appears on his face.

Zach Davis: What the Hell was that all about?

Erin Robbins: I have no idea Zach, but something tells me that Chase Michaels isn’t going to like it…

Jonny Fly Segment

Backstage at the Scottrade Center, we see Jonny Fly. He’s cruising the halls, in search of something. It’s not going well.

Jonny Fly: Someone should make an app for this. Finding a - Ah!

He rounds a corner, and a big grin forms on his face. When the camera shifts, we see what he sees: a bank of vending machines. With a hitch in his step he moves to examine them. Scanning the rows of snacks, he at last finds what he is looking for: his precious hot fries. Jonny takes a dollar from his wallet and feeds it into the deposit slot. There is a whirring sound, and the bill slides in. More smiles. Checking the code carefully, he presses the correct letter and number that will bequeath upon him those tangy tater treats he craves. But nothing comes out.

Jonny Fly: Damn it.

There’s more whirring sounds, and then a loud, frankly ominous beep. That beep is followed by another, and another. The intervals between beeps narrow.

Jonny Fly: Is this thing broken?

That’s when Jonny sees that the digital numerical read out on the machine is counting downward. It was at seventy five (the market price for a 1.75 ounce bag of hot fries being three quarters of a dollar), but has rapidly descended. It’s now at twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen.

Jonny Fly: No way. There’s no freakin’ way-

There’s a bustle of movement, and our view of Jonny is suddenly at a Dutch angle. Now it’s receding, as the cameraman runs clear. Fly takes one last look at the machine and retreats as well.

Sound Effect: BOOM!!!!

The vending machine’s glass explodes outward from a barrage of pyrotechnics and burning junk food. Bright lights and later, billowing smoke fills the alcove. A fire alarm sounds. As the camera operator gets in position to record the charred remains of the appliance, Jonny Fly walks back into the shot.

Jonny Fly: Alright. This is getting annoying now.

Television Title Match
Peter Quinn vs Brent Alpine

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen... is scheduled for one fall... for the WCF Television Championship! The challenger...

"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.

Kyle Steel: From Seattle, Washington... weighing in at... "The Quiet One" Peter Quinn! ...Quinn!

Zach Davis: Peter Quinn showed that he's no pushover last week with his victory against "Forever Hardcore" Jordan Young.

Erin Robbins: It was a strange match, Zach. I was struck by the impression that Peter Quinn... didn't really know what he was doing?

Zach Davis: Ring psychology, Erin. Peter Quinn is a savvy and seasoned veteran. He knows all the tricks of the trade and as such he's been awarded a shot at one of the most prestigious championships in all of professional sports.

Kyle Steel: The Champion!

A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.

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

Percy Micro, a micro pig with an electronic voice-box, scurries down the ramp to laughs and an ironic pop from the crowd.

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

Percy Micro: Introducing my cherished commodity, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!

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

Zach Davis: 'The Shine' Brent Alpine has come on like a suave and dreamy wrecking machine, capturing the Television Championship from Serbia Smith and absolutely refusing to relinquish it against all comers.

Erin Robbins: Was that her name, Serbia Smith?

Zach Davis: Serbia Smith, Ayria Adams, Anastasia Petrova... it was one of those broads.

Erin sighs while gazing dreamily at the champ.

Erin Robbins: Those abs, Zach. Why can't you have abs like that? Why can't 'The Shine' be my broadcast partner?

Zach Davis: I, uh, I have abs. They're just shrouded by this little bit of baby fat.

Erin Robbins: Baby fat? Zach, that's a beer belly.

Zach Davis: I do not drink beer! I do not have a beer belly!

Erin Robbins: Fine. It's a Baconator belly.

Zach Davis: Please, Erin, do not use the B-word. Not while Percy Micro is at ringside!

Erin Robbins: Aw'right, aw'right. How did this Peter Quinn earn a title shot against my lil Brenty Wenty anyway?

Zach Davis: The WCF Championship Committee scrutinizes each and every bout, Erin, and based on Peter's resounding victory over Jordan Young they determined that he was worthy of competing for the prized Television Championship.

Erin Robbins: Oh please! Quinn is a lamb being led to slaughter!

Zach Davis: Please, Erin, do not use the S-word. Not while Percy Micro is at ringside!

Erin: Errrrrmph!

Erin orgasmogrunts, half in frustration toward Zach and half in lust toward 'The Shine'. Erin is a complex modern woman, you see. Referee Gerhard Schlonger issues his instructions to the competitors.

Gerhard Schlonger: Gentlemen, let's have a good clean match. No dick shots. No fish hooking. No eye gouging. And for the love of all that's good and decent, keep it in your pants, fellas!

Zach Davis: Gerhard Schlonger is a hard-nosed son of German immigrants and he's not gonna tolerate any nonsense in that ring. Having said that, Quinn and Alpine are two of our more cerebral and refined superstars, so I don't suspect any shenanigans from either of them.

Erin Robbins: Still, if Brent wants to take it out of his pants, I won't object. Hehe.

Erin squeaks at the announce table. Gerhard Schlonger calls for the bell.


Alpine circles the ring with swift, deft movements, looking like the finely tuned world class athlete that he is. In stark contrast, Quinn awkwardly lurches about the ring as if fumbling in the dark, trying to avoid stubbing his toe on a shoddy motel room nightstand.

Zach Davis: They lock up and Alpine quickly seizes the advantage, applying a headlock to his opponent. Quinn is... well, it looks like he's stuck. He's kind of just... standing there.

Erin Robbins: Didn't you call him a savvy and seasoned veteran, Zach? The man doesn't even know how to escape a basic headlock!

Zach Davis: Ring psychology, Erin. It's all part of Peter Quinn's strategy. This man has more weapons in his arsenal than Chris Jericho on that Dean Malenko tip.

Erin Robbins: And seven-hundred and eighty-seven of them are variations of the armbar. Right, Zach?

Zach Davis: More or less, Erin.

After holding the headlock on Quinn for roughly forty-five seconds with no apparent attempt by his opponent to escape, Alpine finally shrugs his shoulders and shoots himself off to the far ropes. Upon Alpine's rebound from the ropes, Quinn swings and misses wildly with a clothesline, which Alpine is able to duck before stopping dead in his tracks, grappling Quinn and dropping him with a crisp Russian leg sweep.

Zach Davis: The late, great Brad Armstrong would be proud of that Russian leg sweep from Brent Alpine! Great move by the champion! Looks like Peter Quinn is playing possum on the mat as Alpine ascends the ropes!

Erin Robbins: Possum? Quinn is a sitting duck, Zach! Heck, he's not even sitting... he's lying on his back!

Zach Davis: Ring psychology, Erin. He's got this, I'm telling you.

'The Shine' lofts his body from the top turnbuckle with all the grace of an Olympic high diver and hits pay dirt with a diving leg drop that lands flush across Peter Quinn's sternum.

Zach Davis: Wow. Peter just took the full brunt of that leg drop. He didn't really even try to roll out of the way. Is he... is he unconscious, Erin?

Erin Robbins: Pfft... ring psychology, Zach?

Zach Davis: Uh, yes, of course. Ring psychology, Erin.

After taking a moment to appease some of his more photogenic female fans in the audience with a series of triumphant poses, Alpine finally makes a lateral press on Quinn.

Gerhard Schlonger: ONE...



Zach Davis: Peter Quinn gets his shoulder up, narrowly avoiding the three count! I told you, Erin, he was just playing possum!

Erin Robbins: Zach, I think that leg drop woke him up. He didn't look like he was kicking out just now, he looked like he was gasping for air!

Zach Davis: Ring psycholo--

Erin Robbins: Shut up, Zach, before I use some fist upside your head psychology.

Both men are on their feet, and Alpine remains on the offensive, with a stout kick to the guts followed by a whip into the ropes. Quinn trips over his own feet and stumbles to the mat. The normally calm and collected 'Shine' appears to be infuriated by his opponent's antics. He darts toward Quinn and pulls him up to his feet, but the champ finds himself on the receiving end of an unwelcome surprise when Quinn clips his jaw with an uppercut.

Zach Davis: Big uppercut by "The Quiet One" Peter Quinn and the Television Champion is staggered! Quinn measures him... uh, he almost trips over his own feet again... measures the champ...

Erin Robbins: What the fark is he doing!?

Zach Davis: He's winding up and... and Quinn clobbers the champion with a mighty clothesline!

Erin Robbins: A mighty clothesline? Alpine didn't even budge, Zach!

'The Shine' Brent Alpine: I'm sorry, mate, were you attempting to clothesline me? My dear friend Percy Micro packs more punch than you, ya flaming galah!

Zach Davis: Brent Alpine flapping his gums at the challenger--

Erin Robbins: Oh those sexy gums, so succulent and pink.

Zach Davis: Erm, yes, anyway, he's running his mouth at the challenger, but he should be focused on the hellish firestorm of ultra-violence that awaits him if he underestimates Peter Quinn!

As if on cue, Quinn attacks 'The Shine' with a knee to the gut that... well, doesn't really seem to have much impact at all. Alpine snickers derisively and then turns his back to the challenger.

'The Shine' Brent Alpine: Percy, get a load of this bloke! He fights like a sheila!

Quinn, incensed by his opponent's blatant show of disrespect, surprises the champion with... a headlock!

Zach Davis: Peter Quinn is pouring it on now, giving 'The Shine' a taste of his own medicine with that vicious headlock! Look at him, he's like a bulldog!

Erin Robbins: Come on, Brenty Wenty, you can fight out of it! I'll give you more of a challenge than that when I wrap my legs around your--

Zach Davis: Erin! Have some decency about you, woman! There are children watching!

Erin Robbins: I want Brent to put his "children" in me!

Erin flashes a cutesy little wink and smirk combo at the champion as he tries to battle his way out of the challenger's "vicious" headlock.

Zach Davis: A lot of people don't realize it, but the headlock can actually be used to submit your opponent if you implement just the right combination of torque and leverage--

Erin Robbins: That's a horrible thing to say, Zach! Peter Quinn is NOT submitting my Brenty Wenty!

Alpine frantically searches for an escape, finally dropping down to the mat and seizing a hold of Quinn's leg. Quinn, reacting on pure dumb instinct, clobbers 'The Shine' in the face with his shin.

Zach Davis: This Move Kills Fascists! Quinn nailed it! The champ is down!

Erin Robbins: No! No! No! This is not happening!

Quinn peers around quizzically as if asking someone, anyone, "What do I do now?" The referee stares at Quinn with a scolding look on his face before questioning him aloud.

Gerhard Schlonger: Do you want to pin him now, son, or are you waiting for him to sprout wings and fly away?

His memory jogged, Quinn remembers what he's supposed to do. He carefully flops onto his opponent and awkwardly hooks a leg.

Gerhard Schlonger: ONE...



A sinking feeling hits Quinn's stomach. He's used his best stuff and Alpine still has a sliver of life in him. Peter knows that if 'The Shine' gets his second wind he's going to be in deep doo-doo.

Zach Davis: A look of supreme confidence on Quinn's face as he realizes that he's just moments away from defeating 'The Shine' and achieving his lifelong dream of becoming WCF Television Champion!

Erin Robbins: Somebody stop the match! Ref, Brenty Wenty is hurt! He needs an injury timeout! This is barbaric! This is cruel and unusual! What type of world are we living in when this archaic brand of savagery is deemed "entertainment"?

Zach Davis: What the hell are you babbling about, woman?

Erin Robbins: My Brenty Wenty needs me!

Peter crawls into the corner of the ring and slumps onto the turnbuckles, using them for support. He ponders his next move while Alpine stirs about on the mat.

Zach Davis: Quinn stalks his prey like an apex predator, just waiting to strike like a fearsome and unyielding viper!

Erin Robbins: This is terrible. This is inhuman. Are you there, God? It's me, Erin! Please save my Brenty Wenty!

As Erin resorts to divine voodoo as a means of shielding her chosen superstar from harm, Peter Quinn has different ideas. He rises to his feet and stands upon the mat, a bit more steady and confident than before. He approaches Alpine as 'The Shine' rises to a vertical base. Quinn boldly grapples Alpine and attempts to plant the champion with his unique, unpolished version of a cutter.

Zach Davis: Words, Words, Words! NO! Alphine slips out of it and drops Quinn with a leg hook reverse STO! What a move by 'The Shine'! He might have just saved his title reign!


Erin's body violently spasms in the throes of orgasm. Alpine makes a desperate pin attempt on Quinn.

Gerhard Schlonger: ONE...



Quinn had unwittingly propped his foot on the rope while absentmindedly flailing about in a semiconscious state.

Zach Davis: The ring awareness of Peter Quinn is unparalleled! The man knew exactly where he was and he put his foot on the rope to break the count! Brilliant move by Quinn!

Erin Robbins: He's out, Zach! Peter Quinn is not even conscious! He's a fraud! He wasn't trying to put his foot on the rope! Ref, he wasn't trying to put his foot on the rope, damn it!

Zach Davis: Geez, Erin! Take a breath, woman! Maintain your composure! ...And your professionalism!

Erin Robbins: I am a professional, damn it! I'm a complex modern woman and I am a professional, but I'm also a woman in love, Zach! Don't you know what it's like to be a young woman in love? Don't you know what it's like when that man that you long for sends your heart aflutter every time you gaze into his dreamy eyes?

Zach Davis: Yes. Yes, I do know exactly how that feels, Erin.

Meanwhile, Chelsea Black Armstrong has begun to stroll out from the back, accompanied by none other than Scott Savage.

Erin Robbins: What are THEY doing out here!?

Zach Davis: There has been quite a bit of rivalry between Chelsea and Alpine lately, Erin. Chelsea is facing Alpine at Explosion for the Television Title, as part of the Trios Cup Tournament, even though she also won contendership for the belt too... it's confusing.

Alpine turns to Chelsea and yells at her to leave him alone and that he's trying to wrestle. He turns back to Quinn and and grabs Quinn around the neck, blatantly strangling him while the referee issues admonishment.

Zach Davis: I think Brent Alpine is losing his marbles, Erin. He's in no mood to toy around here. He wants to finish Peter Quinn!

Erin Robbins: Yes, yes, yes! He's going for the Glow Worm!

Alpine does indeed attempt to hit his patented cutthroat swinging neckbreaker, but Quinn is able to roll out of it, through no effort of his own, and land on his feet behind Alpine. Like a fat kid in a bakery, Quinn reaches out and seizes his fate, shoving Alpine into the ropes and rolling him up from behind.

Gerhard Schlonger: ONE...


NO! Alpine kicks out!

Zach Davis: Very close, Erin. Very close.

Suddenly Chelsea Black Armstrong is in the ring!


But no! She spins Quinn around and executes a Spinning Fisherman Neckbreaker!

Zach Davis: She attacks Peter Quinn!? What the hell!?


As soon as the bell rings, Chelsea quits attacking Quinn. She turns to Alpine, who is groggy but he's standing up, and she locks him in the Octopus Stretch!

Erin Robbins: Chelsea Black Armstrong locks in the Dream Catcher! What is she even doing here!?

Zach Davis: Ever since she won Television Title Contendership, Erin, she's had a stake in the Television Title.. not to mention the Trilogy Cup Tournament.

Alpine screams in pain as Scott Savage enters the ring. He snatches the microphone away from Kyle Steel.

Scott Savage: And your NEW Television Champion... PETER QUINN!

The crowd is confused for a moment before realization sets in.

Erin Robbins: That's right! The Television Title can change hands on a DQ. Chelsea attacked Peter Quinn, meaning he won by DQ, meaning... he's the new Television Champion!

Scott Savage: This also means that my client Chelsea Black Armstrong will no longer have to wait until Explosion to get the Television Title shot she's rightfully earned. Peter Quinn, Chelsea Black Armstrong will be cashing in her Title shot... NEXT WEEK!

The fans boo, and Chelsea FINALLY releases the hold. She grabs the Television Title and raises it in the air to a chorus of booing.

Zach Davis: Well... another well executed plan by Scott Savage. S-PAC decided to not only get Chelsea her Title shot early, but they decided to dictate WHO she'd be facing.

Chelsea throws the belt down onto Quinn before glaring at Alpine. She and Savage head up the ramp.

Erin Robbins: Where's Percy Micro when you need him?

What's the Buzz?: Oblivion

Oblivion and IT's "Children" scatter to close by black van where Keith is there to drive them away...

Oblivion: Keith, back to the Hotel... QUICK LIKE!! LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!! NOW!!

20 minutes later, Oblivion arrives at the well to do Hotel and in the lobby is a small circular wooden table with a opened white envelope. The Monster looks inside the envelope and begins to read. IT reaches back and violently pulls both The Pet and Mini Oblivion closer to him. Both have cameras to record...

Oblivion: Mr. Buzz Worthy. Meet me here at 999 North Second Street. I'll give you your interview.

Oblivion puts IT's meaty mitt over the camera's lens.

There’s an edit, and the next thing we see is Bryan Worthy in a suit and tie sitting in a comfy chair in the hotel’s posh lobby. He speaks to the camera.

Bryan Worthy: Hello, WCF Universe. “What’s the Buzz?” has gone on location to meet with one of the most notorious wrestler’s in the history of this sport: the Monster Oblivion.

The camera pulls back, revealing the masked figure is sitting opposite Buzz. He says nothing.

Bryan Worthy: This is quite a venue you chose for the interview to take place at, Oblivion. Most people would not place The God of Insanity as a guest of a five star hotel.

Oblivion: IT has many facets, and should not be judged solely by reputation. Now, ask your questions, Buzz.

Bryan Worthy: You recently became WCF Hardcore Champion for a record eighth time. How would you compare this most recent victory to the others?

Oblivion: Defeating Jay Price, for the hardcore title back in 2010, was pretty sweet. Defeating Gravedigger in a violent Last Monster Standing Match was pretty rewarding as well. Then you have to take the Clockwork Orange House of Fun Ladder Match in April of last year, in consideration. Defeating Odin Balfore was satisfying. But, to answer your question, this last Hardcore title victory, by defeating the legendary Logan.... THE BIGGEST BOUDLE BITCH IN THE ENTIRE WORLD OF WRESTLING, was the most invigorating and completely satisfying hardcore title victory.... EVER!!

Bryan Worthy: How would you respond to the charges that hardcore wrestling is "garbage wrestling" and has no real place in the sport?

Oblivion: Those who call hardcore wrestling "garbage wrestling" are the ones who are TOO AFRAID to participate in hardcore wrestling. It takes a REAL MAN... scratch that... IT TAKES A REAL MONSTER to endure the pain and concentrate enough to follow up and defeat your opponent. STICK AND STONES BITCHES. "IT'S NOT REAL WRESTLING UNTIL YOU SEE SOMEONE BLEED."

Bryan Worthy: Last week at Slam you were special guest referee for the match that determined the Number One Contender for the Hardcore Title. The winner was the man you defeated for the belt, Mister WCF himself, Logan. Are you pleased with this outcome?

Oblivion: I can understand calling Logan Mr. WCF for what he has done in this company. But, personally, Logan should be known as Mr. Boudle Bitch! Mr. Punk Ass Bitch!! Yea, out of all of those Meatsacks that participated in the number one contender's match, IT hoped Logan won the match. That way, Oblivion can continue vindicating ITself of all doubts, BY defeating Logan. THE MONSTER WANTS ANOTHER SHOT AT THE HOTDOG LOVIN' APATHETIC BRAINDEAD STUPID ASSHOLE!! The WCF Galaxy absolutely loves Logan. But, he's becoming dull and predictable, as of late. The fans along with the boys AND the ladies, in the locker room have also noticed. He's been riding on his past success for wa-a-ay too long. It's time to show not only the WCF Galaxy but to the entire world of wrestling, that Logan is beatable. At Slam and at Explosion, we will get to see what his insides look like. We will ALL-LL-L-L see the pretty glitter that glows inside his red goo.

Bryan Worthy: You will be defending the Hardcore Championship at the Explosion Pay Per View in what was been billed as a "C-4 Explosion Deathmatch." Can you tell our viewers what the stipulations of this match will be?

Oblivion: It's pretty much explanatory. Inside the ring, there will be boards wrapped with barbed wire and c4. You can use as weapons. You slam your opponent into the c4 boards... BOOM!! You can seriously get injured in this kind of situation. This is c4 we're talking about. C4 is destructive. Oblivion knows about destructive things.

Bryan Worthy: That is why I asked you to explain.

Oblivion: This is pretty complicated. So, tell The Monster if IT loses you. C4 is composed of explosives, plastic binder, plasticizer and usually a marker or odorizing taggant chemical such as 2,3-dimethyl-2,3-dinitrobutane (DMDNB). The explosive in C4 is RDX (cyclonite or cyclotrimethylene trinitramine), which makes up around 91% of C4 by mass. The plasticizer is diethylhexyl (5.3%) or dioctyl sebacate and the binder is usually polyisobutylene (2.1%). Another plasticizer used is dioctyl adipate (DOA). A small amount of SAE 10 non-detergent motor oil (1.6%) is also added. C4 is manufactured by combining the noted ingredients with binder dissolved in a solvent. The solvent is then evaporated and the mixture dried and filtered. The final material is an off-white solid with a texture similar to modelling clay. C4 is VERY DANGEROUS AND VERY UNPREDICTABLE!! THIS IS NOT FUN AND GAMES!!

Bryan Worthy: I never said it was.

Oblivion: Now, since we're done with the science lesson about plastic explosives, we can get back to the match, itself. IT cannot be anymore serious about this!! THIS MATCH COULD MAIM OR SERIOUSLY AND PERMANENTLY DISFIGURE SOMEONE!! YOUR HEAR THAT LOGAN?! Oblivion is gonna disfigure your pathetic ass!! Now, once every other bit of C4 has been set off, the ring itself, will also explode. ANYTHING GOES!! NO RULES!! JUST BEAT THE HELL OUT OF YOUR OPPONENT AND PIN HIM!! Like it or not... PRECIOUS... PRECIOUS LOGAN WILL GET HURT!! Get your hankies out. Tears will be shed as Logan lays there battered, bruised, burnt, and bleeding. The ALMIGHTY MR. WCF WILL BE EXPOSED AS THE FRAUD, HE HAS BECOME. Logan was once mighty. But, no longer is Logan the man he once was.

Bryan Worthy: Changing gears slightly, this Sunday night at Slam you will be facing Logan in an eight man tag match. On his side will be NWA alums People's Champion Stacy Robinson, Seifer Black Armstrong, and Chase Daniels. You, meanwhile, will once again be competing with the Shadows of Darkness: the Tag Team Champions Denise D'evil and Night Rider, along with the newly returned Vengeance. How do you feel about working with a group that has repeatedly attempted to forcibly recruit you to their cause? Why do you think they are so interested in having you as part of their faction, and how do you plan on putting a stop to the Shadows' unwanted attention?

Oblivion: The Monster was once with those three as The Angels of Death. Oblivion was getting really frustrated by the disrespect we were given. We were basically spinning our wheels and nothing was getting done!! The Shadows must be really stupid!! They are not taking no as an answer. Awhile back, IT had to make it perfectly clear, as IT layed everyone out.... OBLIVION WANTS NOTHING TO DO WITH THEM... EVER AGAIN!! But, business IS business and IT will do IT's job for WCF and tag with them. It is not voluntary!! IT will just do the match. Afterwards, Oblivion will deal with those assholes!! Now, to answer one part of your question, the reason why they want Oblivion to be part of the group, is because Night Rider and Oblivion have history together for way too long!! We were once like brothers.

Bryan Worthy: Like brothers?!

Oblivion: Yes, like brothers. Thick as thieves we were. IT can care less about The Deathbringer and Vengeance. If Night Rider continues to be a nuisance.... OBLIVION WILL HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO END HIM!!

Buzz Worthy: I’d love to follow up on that evocative statement, but I’m afraid we’re out of time. Oblivion, thank you for agreeing to sit down with us.

Oblivion: I'm sure the pleasure was all yours. Now, Logan and you NWA bitches, you better get ready for the worst ass whooping you four have ever felt in your short pathetic existences. Now, if you don't mind Worthy, IT has better things to do, at this moment.

Oblivion quickly stands up, knocking the chair over in the process. Oblivion slowly walks over to the camera and stares deeply with every ounce of hatred in IT's black soul.

Oblivion: Coming up to Slam, Logan you will be in complete denial. You will be skipping around like some prissy bitch, thinking this is all just fun and games. As a professional wrestler, you have IT's respect. But, as a basic human being... YOU ARE A SLIMEY, MANIPULATIVE, SCHEMING, LYING PIECE OF GARBAGE!! Those who trust you are as dumb as dumb can be. You are a fake and phoney as a human being. This Sunday at Slam, you will be given a small taste, a very small taste of what you will experiencing at Explosion.

Oblivion shoves the camera to the side, as IT walks away.

Team Science vs Benjamin Atreyu/Chelsea Black Armstrong

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is a tag team match set for one fall, Introducing first

Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Benjamin Atreyu and Chelsea Black Armstrong walk out on the stage

Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring representing The Savage Political Action Committee and being accompnied by Scott Savage, Bejamin Atreyu, Chelsea Black Armstrong, they are SPAC!

They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding their fists high in the air, already sure of their coming victory.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents

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: Making his ring to this time hailing from Sanford North Carolina, this is 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.

And Finally

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. 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.

Stanley Moser: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... 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 raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides 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.

Erin Robbins: I dunno what to make of this, I mean S-Pac are a team we know it and Team Science know it too, the problem is with Team Science

Zach Davis: Exactly it isn't open or acknowledged but something feels wrong about these two

Team Science discuss for what some might consider a little too long to decide who is going to start the match and then Remus wins a game of rock paper scissors to settle things. He backs up with his back to his opponent trying to reassure his partner which costs him early

Zach Davis: Benjamin Atreyu just whipped and then tossed Chelsea into a bulldog

Erin Robbins: DING DING HA HA, That was great!

Zach Davis: Look at Dillinger he looks more pissed than Remus does about that

Chelsea walks on the good doctors back and settles coming down with a seated senton right on Remus's back, she floats down into a front facelock gripping him there tightly,Remus tries to right himself and get to his feet but Chelsea viciously kicks out his legs and knocks him right down with a facelock slam and floats over with a last chancery facing out towards the ramp and stage area

Zach Davis: Hey Erin is someone standing up there?

Erin Robbins: I think so who is that, they are shadowed by the gate from the back

Zach Davis: Wait a second speaking of shadows, thats Denise D'evil,

Erin Robbins: That's not good for S-Pac, chelsea spies her and loses her concentration causing her to break the hold,

Remus stays grounded as Chelsea gets up and fires a warning look laced with daggers up the ramp

Erin Robbins: If looks could kill huh?



As Chelsea rolled back the doctor swung a wild kick catching her square on the jaw sending Chelsea scrambling to her corner and safety, she tags out to Benjamin who tells her to keep her shit together as he gets in the ring. Dillinger reaches for the tag but Remus either ignores or doesn't see it as he circles with Atreyu before going into the lock up, Atreyu switches behind and pushes Remus forwards into the ropes and into a blind tag Atreyu misses as he goes for the O'Connor roll, he finally catches on when Dillinger Bicycle kicks him in the head and takes control with a grounded head lock as Remus exits the ring

Zach Davis: Remus doesn't look to happy about that surprise tag, I guess he still wanted to do something

Erin Robbins: Well Dillinger is in control now so it doesn't matter,

Dillinger tries to twist his body into some kind of escape position and ends up doing a very slow moving head stand through the lock and tries to drop a leg drop on a Atreyu who evades it and Kips up narrowly avoiding a discuss forearm shot, he strikes back at Mark with a chop and a forearm of his own, he runs the ropes but Dillinger jumps into another kick to Atreyu 's chest sending Benjamin out of the ring and knocking Dillinger back into his partner who tags himself in and leaps into the ring running and Launching himself high diving over the top rope hands free and down onto his partner as Dillinger looks on in bemusement as to why Remus tagged in

Erin Robbins: Things are getting pretty cold between team science here, Chelsea comes out of left field with a running single leg dropkick from the apron!

Zach Davis: Armstrong's revenge!, Dillinger is now in the ring and running the ropes

Erin Robbins: Cannonball suicida misses!

S-Pac push each other out of the way and Dillinger goes crashing into the announce table and his head smacks Remus's sternum on the way down. Both members of S-Pac look at each other, discuss for a second then shrug and say fuck it rolling The good doctor back into the ring

Zach Davis: Chelsea still boring a hole through Denise D'evil at the top of the ramp

Atreyu whips Remus at the ropes and nails him with a huge spinebuster driving him almost through the mat, he hooks up Remus's legs

Zach Davis: We have seen this before

Chelsea doesn't take her eyes of D'evil as Atreyu sling shots Remus up into the DDT from Armstrong

Erin Robbins: The doctor dies a kings death! Pin!


Erin Robbins: Dillingers up


Zach Davis: Trying to get there!


Erin Robbins: he can't make it and the ref counts 3, what a weird match

Zach Davis:the emotions in the ring and the uninvited observer on the stage just made this one uncomfortable, I don't see good thing in any of there 4 competitors futures right now

Zach Davis: What a match we have just witnessed! Both Team Science and S-PAC gave it all that they had, and it shows! All four combatants are exhausted!

Erin Robbins: Both teams did their best, no complaints from me there. I think th— HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!

The crowd suddenly riles back to life as a chair-wielding Cormack MacNeill charges into the ring from the stands and towards Doctor Remus Micayle and Mark Dillinger! The duo is unaware of the commotion, until their adversary is behind them, too near, and too late.

Zach Davis: Cormack looks positively furious! He must be looking for some payback after last week’s ambush at the hands of Dillinger! He got the chair raised!

Erin Robbins: Oh my!

And… SMASH! Cormack hits the unsuspecting Micayle in the back twice with the steel chair, eliciting a cry from the former United States champion and forcing him to his knees. Startled, Dillinger hops back in pure instinct. Cormack takes the opportunity to hit Micayle with the foreign object a few more times, each time harder than the last. By then, Dillinger has recovered, and is positively furious. He growls and charges at the Canadian, his arms swinging wildly in an attempt to hit him, but Cormack is able to avoid his tired blows and retreat to a safe distance.

Zach Davis: This could turn very nasty! Dillinger is fatigued, while Cormack is still fresh!

Wearing an ugly sneer on his face, Cormack throws down the steel chair, before pointing two middle fingers to Dillinger. Enraged, Dillinger dashes forward, but once again, Cormack is able to just get out of harms way, rolling out of the ring and out of reach. His face now wearing a cocky smirk, Cormack retreats back the entrance ramp, not letting his eyes off Dillinger for a single second, before finally retreating backstage.

Erin Robbins: Doctor Micayle was right! This MacNeill creature is an embarrassment to American society! He thinks he runs the place and just does what he wants!

Frowning, Dillinger quickly runs over to his downed tag team partner. Micayle, recovered from the unexpected assault now, brushes him off, before struggling to get to his feet. A murderous expression on his face, he limps out of the ring, with Dillinger following him obediently.

Zach Davis: I… don’t like that expression on Micayle’s face. Not one bit! Cormack might have bitten off more than he could chew with that retaliation shot to Team Science. I’ve never seen the Doctor this angry!

Slam goes to commercial as the stony-faced duo slowly make their way backstage.

Steve Orbit Segment

Scene opens backstage where Steve Orbit is seen meeting with the WCF medical experts. Orbit is sitting on an exam table and it appears the physicians have just finished taking a look at his head, as they are re-wrapping his bandages.

Steve Orbit: Well? Am I gonna be good to go for Explosion or what?

Doctor: I really don't--

Steve Orbit: I have to be ready. I need to face Waylon Cash, beat him, and shut his ass up once and for all. Oh, and take my title back.

The doctor looks over some of his paperwork on a clipboard.

Doctor: Right now, it doesn't look like you'll be medically cleared by Explosion. I'd say you need another three or four weeks until you're back in ring shape.

Orbit slams his hand on the table.

Steve Orbit: I'm tired of this shit! I'm ready to go right now! I'm tired of sittin' on the fuckin' sidelines while this mother fucker is runnin' around with my title belt! OUCH!

Orbit winces and holds his head.

Doctor: Take it easy. You really need to relax-- stress is only going to aggravate your injuries.

Steve Orbit: Well, I can't take it easy, doc. I can't. There's no way I can, like... recover faster or somethin'? You ain't got no experimental surgeries or medicines or no shit like that?

The doctor rolls his eyes, out of Orbit's view.

Doctor: No, Mr. Orbit. We don't. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do. You simply won't be ready for singles competition by Explosion.

Orbit's eyes light up.

Steve Orbit: Singles competition?! So that means I can do a tag match, right?

Doctor: That's not what I--

Orbit jumps off the table.

Steve Orbit: That's great news, doc! TAG TEAM, BACK AGAIN

Orbit bops his head as he raps the worst rap song of all time, walking away. The doctor just shakes his head.


Fade out.

Jonny Fly vs Jordan Ciserano

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen this next match will be contested under one fall, with a 30 minute time limit

Kyle stops talking before Caliban has a chance to interrupt and this brings a cheer from the crowd quickly switching to boos as the Sequitus hype man enters the arena

Caliban: A medical clearance is something that can either hinder or help a man, to me it was indeed a hinderance, I should be standing beside Waylon Cash to kick the teeth out of that son of a bitch Jayson Prices skull, instead yet again I must rely on my friends to fight in my place, thanks to a concussion I am now still on the injured list and not cleared to wrestle. And just in case any of you thought I was gunna cause trouble, because evidently the boys in the back think I might I have a cease and desist order on me on the grounds of insurance issues. But the good thing is I don't have to get in the ring, I found someone who can do it a whole lot better than I can, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! INTRODUCING FIRST!

The music plays and the crowd cheers. 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy.


He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor. After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight.

Erin Robbins: Regardless of Caliban's posturing does anybody in Sequitus really believe Jordan Ciserano can win this

Zach Davis: It may be hard to believe for us but yes, Sequitus aren't just talking these guys believe what Caliban says about them, hence why they come out here and kill themselves to win every week

He reaches Caliban and they commit to a crazy little hand shake they walk together and then Caliban walks ahead round the ring to the commentary booth, Once Ciserano makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.

Kyle Steel is talking to Caliban over the ropes from the ring asking him if he is done and Kyle can do his job again, Caliban backs up trying to reason with WCF's exasperated ring announcer telling him the stage is all his again


The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.


Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. We can see Ciserano standing up on the turnbuckle watching his opponent The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring.

Erin Robbins: And as Jonny Fly makes his way to the ring we are joined by Mr Caliban

Caliban: Yes you are Erin and you are welcome, hows it going Zach

Zach Davis: It's been a good night but it may get irritating for the next 20 minutes or so

Caliban: Damn you brought claws, what's your problem Davis

The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.

Caliban: Ciserano with a double stomp to the back before Fly can get back to his feet as he slides into the ring for the first time! That's how you start things, hard and fast!

Zach Davis: Aww come on, hows that sportsmanly huh?

Erin Robbins: Who cares, win the match, Fly would do the same thing

The crowd is booing the building down as Ciserano stomps over and over on Jonny's head, he runs the ropes but Fly comes up and leap frogs over, he doesn't realise Ciserano stopped behind him and he turns

Zach Davis: Jordan looking for an ace crusher early but fly tosses him off, and follows him with a boot to the back of the head!

This sends Ciserano to the ring apron and the ref tries to back Jonny off, Jonny fights through the ref and eats a forearm and then a shoulder to the gut, Ciserano comes back in rolling over Jonny's back and the ref just gets out of the way, he comes back and dropkicks Jonny in the ass sending him out of the ring face first

Caliban: There you go Jordy, close that gap, keep moving kid

Ciserano is bouncing in the center of the ring and as soon as Jonny's head resurfaces he runs the ropes

Erin Robbins: TOPE SUICIDA BY CISERANO! Takes out Jonny Fly on the floor!

Zach Davis: He must of heard Caliban, he isn't giving a second, the minute he landed on his feet from that flip he spun round and started kicking Jonny in the kidneys

Caliban: Thats aggression, now he gets him back in the ring

Ciserano rolls Jonny back in and heads to the top rope coming down with a double foot stomp to Jonny Fly's sternum

Caliban: Brutal shot early!

Erin Robbins: PIN!



Zach Davis: NO! Great start from your boy here Caliban

Caliban: My boy? Ciserano is his own man and he is proving that in the ring with a hall of fame level talent in this company

Erin Robbins: You don't really think Ciserano can pull this off do you?

Ciserano locks in a hammerlock and keeps his opponent grounded

Caliban: Look in the ring, who do you see in control? Who took control from the get go? Ciserano s,o yes I think he can pull this off, he is part of Sequitus for fuck sake

Zach Davis: Fly starting to get back to his feet, he shifts his momentum trying to twist and break the hold

As soon as Ciserano's hands come loose Fly spins round delivering a vicious shot and then a headbutt to his opponent flooring Ciserano's

Erin Robbins: I think what you call a winning chance Jonny Fly saw as a warm up

Caliban: God damn that came out of nowhere but shit happens don't lose faith, Oh shit watch this!

Fly hauls him up onto his shoulders




Caliban: YES! He kicks out, Fly has put people away with that maneuver in the past

Erin Robbins: All impact from the get go, these boys are cutting loose right now!

It's fly this time just stomping on Ciserano's chest in the bottom turnbuckle, he runs the ropes and drives a knee into his opponents face

Zach Davis: Almost took his nose off!

Caliban: Oh crap, he picks him up

Erin Robbins: Is he setting up for the discus fly, Slaps the young pretender across the face!

Fly runs across the ring up the ropes and comes back looking for the body splash

Caliban: Jordy moved! Fly went all the way out to the ringpost on that!

Ciserano wastes no time and spins his opponent around, running back and hitting the turnbuckle the same way as Fly did and coming back with high knee to the face, Jordy starts bouncing getting the crowd into it and lifts Fly up onto the top turnbuckle

Zach Davis: Ciserano looking to finish it here

Caliban: He steps back, I know what he is going for

Erin Robbins: Backing up and taking his time about it

Ciserano picks his spot and bails across the ring


Zach Davis: NO! Fly swept out the legs and Ciserano is crotched on the top rope!

Fly shakes out the cobwebs and listens to the roaring crowd, he grabs Ciserano and puts him in a fireman's carry position

Erin Robbins: Amityville horror from the second rope?

The crowd is going nuts and fly turns with Jordy on his shoulders to face them and then he stands up

Caliban: No, no way, NO NO NO! OH MY GOD!



Caliban: I'm with them, holy shit!

Erin Robbins: Ciserano was asking for it, he has been trying to bust up Fly's ribs from the get go

Zach Davis: He rolls him back into the ring and heads up high!

Caliban: JESUS! What a frog splash!

Erin Robbins: PIN!



Zach Davis: Ciserano kicks out!

Erin Robbins: And fly holds onto him! Deadlifting him up for a fall away slam maybe?

Fly tosses him up and Ciserano counters
into a powerbomb position then rolls down his back through Flys legs slamming him on the ground power bomb style

Zach Davis: YOSHI TONIC from ciserano! Packages him up for the pin


Caliban: He has to have him


Erin Robbins: NO! Fly kicks out and both men hit the mat hard crawling in opposite directions


Zach Davis: I gotta give it to Ciserano he is hanging on here

Caliban: Dude I don't stand at the top of that ramp every week and talk out my ass, the guys in Sequitus are there because they deserve to be

They haul themselves up on opposite sides of the ring and stumble to the center meeting first with chops then going into a lock up, Ciserano swings round behind fly and switches to a head lock, Fly goes to shoot him into the ropes but catches the back of his tights and pulls him back

Erin Robbins: Spinning sit out powerbomb! Pin



Caliban: YES! Come on Jordy, GO ON MY SON!

Fly falls back and holds the side of his head as Ciserano rolls away to the outside

Zach Davis: Ciserano getting the hell out of there


Zach Davis: Rams him into the barrier then whips him back first into the ring post

Fly rolls Ciserano back into the ring and heads right for the top rope

Caliban: Uh Oh

Erin Robbins: Looking for the fly swatter! Here he goes!

Caliban: That's my cue

Erin Robbins: Hits the fly swatter, where the hell is Caliban going

Zach Davis: Pin in the ring!


Erin Robbins: Caliban has a chair!


Zach Davis: He won't make it



Zach Davis: What a match!

Caliban hits the ring as Fly swiftly exits it laughing, Caliban launches the chair up the ramp but misses Fly when from behind him he hears

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen your winner!


Caliban grabs the mike and rolls back into the ring smiling at the crowd's boos and encouraging them before going out to the ring apron and sitting down facing Jonny Fly who is watching from the stage

Caliban: That was sick, that was a really really great match Jonny, but if you think Jordan Ciserano's pure and unadulterated bravery and heart that he showed here tonight is all we have in Sequitus you are sorely mistaken. That was just a very very pretty tip of a massive iceberg, and at the base of that ice berg you find me. So Jonny heres what I wanna do but I leave it up to you to decide, in a couple of weeks we go back to PPV again, the last time we did a PPV together the early members of Sequitus destroyed your house and I massively disrespected you and your arena, not to mention bled all over your very expensive carpet and left one of your boys in a coma. So I am gunna give you a shot at revenge, a shot at doing what your pantheon buddies, including the one who beat you for the world title, couldn't do and that's shut me up, if it hadn't been for you and your's I would've left Orbit laying weeks before S-Pac had a chance too and at Explosion I fully intend to do the same to you. There's the challenge Mr Ex World Champ, do you accept it or are you to good to get your ass handed to you by a rat like me? Step into the ring with the New Age Libertine Mr Fly and learn what the definition of your surname really looks like

Erin Robbins: Challenge laid down, Caliban seems dead set on facing every member of Pantheon one on one, this rivalry that many thought had fizzled out is starting to heat in a big way

Zach Davis: Don't forget we also have Pantheon taking on members of both S-Pac and Sequitus in the main event, we aren't done folks, not by a long shot

Erin Robbins: No matter what comes we are looking at one of the brightest young stars in the company right now, Jordan Ciserano got his shit in against Jonny Fly tonight

We see Caliban helping Ciserano up and presenting him to the crowd with his hand in the air, as we go to commercial the crowd is a mix of boos and applause and one more that was awesome chant rings through the arena...

Team Science Segment

The camera opens in the backstage area of the Scottrade Center. Doctor Remus Micayle and his First Apostle, Mark Dillinger are walking along a hallway, already changed out of their wrestling attire. The air is cold in this part of the arena - and it’s not just the air-conditioning. An air of hostility is emitting from Micayle, and for good reason too, given the happenings of the night. Dillinger lowers his gaze to the ground a couple of times, before finally breaking the silence.

Mark Dillinger: Sir, I am truly sorry for not being able to be there in time.

Silence. The click-clack of footwear continues to echo down the hallway as both men continue to walk.

Mark Dillinger: I promise that I’ll be able to respond to your every need in the future. I’ll make sure that no one is able to hurt you like Cormack did ju—.

A halt. Suddenly, Micayle stops in his tracks, and so does Dillinger. The First Apostle looks up hesitantly and waits. After a few tense seconds of silence, the Scientist speaks.

Doctor Remus Micayle: The filthy Canadian cur did not incapacitate me, Mark. Make no mistake about that.

He turns around, his stony stare now fixated on his disciple.

Doctor Remus Micayle: But… you. Your negligence in ensuring your duties was unacceptable. That threatened the sovereignty of Team Science. What we stood for.

Dillinger’s eyes widen in slight confusion.

Mark Dillinger: I… don’t quite follow. T—

His statement gets cut off rudely by the Scientist.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Of course you don’t. That’s why you came to me for guidance.

The Scientist takes a step closer to Dillinger, his soulless eyes staring deep into another pair.

Doctor Remus Micayle: Just last week, you promised to me that you will carry the flag of Darwin into battle. To perform your duties with pride and honour. What happened to that claim? What happened to ensuring the safety and unconditional rule of Team Science? Let’s ignore what happened tonight against S-PAC. Let’s even forget last week when Natural ICE Beckman so callously robbed me of my rightful trophy.

Dillinger stares back at Micayle, not speaking. Micayle shakes his head in slight vexation.

Doctor Remus Micayle: I expect better from you, Mark. And it starts next week at Explosion… when we get back at Cormack and the rest of his inane associates. It’s time to put the fear of America back into his heart. We are going to destroy them.

He swings away, and continues striding down the hallway, leaving Dillinger standing alone in contemplation. Slam fades to a commercial for Explosion.

Logan/Stacy Robinson/Seifer Black Armstrong/Chase Michaels vs Oblivion/Vengeance/Night Rider/Denise D'Evil

Zach Davis: It's up to that point of the night... the big eight man tag match.

Erin Robbins: The entire WCF Galaxy has been a buzzed about this match.

Zach Davis: Well, you have so many elements into this one particular match.

Erin Robbins: So many things to watch in this and most of them involve the WCF Hardcore Champion, Oblivion.

Zach Davis: Oblivion's rivalry and upcoming c4 explosive Deathmatch at Explosion against Logan has been one topic. Stacy Robinson and Seifer Black Armstrong facing off against Oblivion has been another.

Erin Robbins: And finally, the giant pink elephant in the room... how the team of The Shadow Demons and Oblivion are gonna get along. That situation alone, is worth the admission to Slam.

Kyle Steel is already in the ring.

"Matter of Time" by Five Finger Death Punchplays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase Michaels, who is standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion. Standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak. They then slowly makes their way down to ringside.

Kyle Steel: Born in Crawely, England but resides in Bakersfield, California... weighing in at 220 pounds... THIS IS THE ALPHA PREDATOR.... THE LO-O-ONE WOLF.... CHAA-A-ASE MI-I-ICHAE-AE-AELS!!

Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his tag partners.

Zach Davis: Chase Michaels looks really determined tonight.

Erin Robbins: This should be one interesting match.

‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage with her People's Championship draped over her shoulder, she stops at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before she begins to make her way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.

Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds...the WCF People's Champion! Stacy…Robinson!

Stacy reaches the ring and she rolls under the bottom rope, she then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her left hand whilst holding her title above her head in her right hand. She then hands her title to the ringside official before unzipping her jacket and handing that to the ringside official as well as ‘I Will Not Break’ fades out.

Erin Robbins: This Stacy Robinson and Chase Michaels looks like a real good team by themselves.

Zach Davis: But, this team has two more member to be introduced.

A drum roll begins.

Erin Robbins: You know who is coming out next. His upcoming c4 explosive Deathmatch against Oblivion at Explosion is going to be a match, that everyone will be talking about for a long... long... long time.

"Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire. Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often.

Kyle Steel: coming down to the ring... From Chesapeake, Virginia... weighing in at 250 pounds

Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eying 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.

Zach Davis: Look at Logan's eyes. He's really looking forward to clashing with Oblivion. This rivalry is slowly getting personal, by the second.

Suddenly the lights go out and static shows on the titantron 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 a custom Championship fastened around his waist.

Erin Robbins: Here comes the last member of the first team.

Dazy: And the champion...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: That's one team down.

The house lights go down, as red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy begins to play over the loud speakers. The Scottrade Center begins to fill up with thunderous boos.

Erin Robbins: HOLY HELL!! I can barely hear myself talk.

The red spotlight comes to a stop at the entrance way, as the tron comes to life showing what appears to be shadows with red and purple eyes, only to turn into shots of Denise and Night Rider. The two of them in matches, and quiet times together. The sound of a horse neighing in the darkness can be heard, as a solid black horse appears with Denise and Night Rider on it's back. The horse rears as flames shoot down either side of the ramp way, and continues in waves as they ride down to the ring, in a light canter.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... weighing in at 473 pounds, they are the reiging WCF World Tag Team Champions... Denise D'Evil, night Rider... THE SHA-A-ADOW DEA-EA-EAMONS!!

They reach ring side, and Night Rider hops off, and helps Denise down to the floor. The two of them kiss and she hands the reigns to a stage hand waiting. Night Rider gets into the ring, and holds open the ropes for Denise. The two of them stand in the middle of the ring and Denise raises her hands, as lightening hits all four posts sending flames up. She removes the long black trench coat and tosses it in the corner as they wait for their opponent.

Zach Davis: The tag team champions are in the ring.

In Time by Mark Collie begins to play as a bell tolls twice in the start of the song. When the the first bell starts, the lights go out in the arena. PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters. The second bell, pyros go off on the stage. Fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena. The music continues as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Slowly walking down to the ring... From Parts Unknown... weighing in at 325 pounds... VE-E-ENGEA-EA-EANCE!!

Vengeance approaches the ring, stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring. The arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance he slowly raises his arms as four individual burst of fire come from each ring post one by one as arena lights slowly turn on.

Erin Robbins: Ladies and gentlemen... coming up next, is the appearance of The Monster... Oblivion.

<30 second commercial break>

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Scottrade Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...


Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...


Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the Scottrade Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim!!
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale... EXHA-A-A-LE!!

The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Zach Davis: All eight competitors are in the ring.


Erin Robbins: It looks like, as if... yes. Stacy Robinson and Denis D'Evil will start off, for their teams.

Robinson and D'Evil circle the ring, slightly bouncing until they charge at each other.

Zach Davis: both of these female competitors are strong enough that they can compete with most men in WCF.

Erin Robbins: Ironically enough, both of these women have defeated Oblivion. In fact, Denise D'Evil defeated Oblivion for the Hardcore title.

Zach Davis: Denise D'Evil has the height advantage, but Stacy Robinson has a slight weight advantage against The Deathbringer.

Both competitors are struggling back and forth trying to maintain control.

Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil pushes Stacy Robinson back in a corner.

Zach Davis: Stanley Moser is right there in the middle, of the action.

Stanley Moser: Alright ladies, I want a clean break. ONE!! TWO!!

Both Robinson and D'Evil stare at each other and scream out obscenities.

Stanley Moser: THREE!! FOUR!!

D'Evil lets go of Robinson. After taking a couple of steps, backwards Stacy Robinson slams the palms, of both of her hands against the shoulders of The Deathbringer. Denise D'Evil stumbles back.


Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil pops Stacy Robins son with a forearm shiver.


Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson returns the favor with a forearm shot of her own.

They both stumble out into the middle, of the ring, trading forearm shot and punches.

Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson shoots Denise D'Evil into the ropes.

D'Evil bounces off the ropes....


Zach Davis: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!


Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil makes the tag with her Shadow Demon tag team partner Night Rider. D'Evil grabs Robinson and whips her into the ropes. Stacy Robinson bounces off the ropes....


Zach Davis: Double clothesline from The Shadow Demons!!

Night Rider picks up Stacy Robinson.


Erin Robinson: Belly to belly suplex. Night rider is going for the pin.

Stanley Moser slides into position.

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: Tw-....


Zach Davis: Tope Con Giro!! Seifer Armstrong flew off the top turnbuckle and connect with Night Rider with a somersault dive to break up the pin attempt!

Stanley Moser: Armstrong get out of the ring!!

Night Rider grabs the back of his head, as he slowly stands up. The big man bends down to grabs for Stacy Robinson.


Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson just popped Night rider right square on the mouth.


Zach Davis: Robinson pops Night Rider in the mid-section.

Night Rider reacts to the stomach punch, by grabbing his mid-secion and dropping to one knee. Stacy Robinson does take the perfect opportunity and rushes to wards the ropes/ she quickly bounces off the ropes and...


Erin Robbins: Running corkscrew neckbreaker!!

Zach Davis: Night Rider is down! Stacy Robinson is making the pin...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TW-.... NOO-O-O!!


Night Rider tossed Stacy Robinson up high and nearly across the ring.

Erin Robbins: Perfect placement. Stacy lands right in front of her corner. All she has to do is crawl to someone to tag them in!!

Stacy is slowly crawling to her corner. The crowd is yelling her encouragements. Inch by inch, Stacy Robinson crawls just to make a tag.


Night Rider lunges towards Stacy Robinson. The crowd is on their feet, as she slowly gets closer to her corner. The crowd is getting louder and louder.


Night Rider slams a double fist on her back. Night Rider grabs her feet.


Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson kicks away Night Rider. Seifer Black Armstron is ready to explode, just to get in the ring.


The crowd explodes with cheers as Stacy Robinson tags in Seifer Armstrong.

Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson tags in Seifer Armstrong!!

Armstrong perches on the top turnbuckle and leaps off...


Erin Robbins: Armstrong connects with a leaping forearm smash!!

Armstrong flies to to another corner. Waits for Night Rider to stand up...


Zach Davis: Seifer Black Armstrong just nailed Night Rider with a spinning clothesline

Erin Robbins: Seifer Black Armstrong is on fire!!

Armstrong flies away from night Rider and leaps onto the middle ring rope....


The crowd: OUUU-U-U-U!! DAMN!!


Night Rider grabs a nearly broken Armstrong....




Zach Davis: Night Rider has Seifer Armstrong in an armbar.


Erin Robbins: Three consecutive shoulder blocks into the shoulder of Seifer Armstrong.

Night Rider lets go of the armbar.


Zach Davis: Night Rider just connected with a standing dropkick!!

The crowd: WE JUST SAW THAT?! <clap-clap!> <clap-clap-clap!!> WE JUST SAW THAT?! <clap-clap!> <clap-clap-clap!!> WE JUST SAW THAT?! <clap-clap!> <clap-clap-clap!!>

Night Rider grabs Armstrong and...


Erin Robbins: Here comes Vengeance!!


Seifer Armstrong: AHH-H!! SHIT!! DAMN IT!!

Zach Davis: Knife edge chop by Vengeance!!


Seifer Armstrong: DAMN IT!!

Erin Robbins: Another knife edge chop by Vengeance!!




Erin Robbins: Another clothesline!!


Zach Davis: A kick to the gut by Vengeance!!


Erin Robbins: DDT!!

Erin Robbins: Vengeance is making a pin cover!!

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE-E-E.... NOO-O-O!!


Vengeance begins to stand up.

Zach Davis: What the Hell?! What's Logan doing?!

Logan leaves his corner takes off towards the ropes and rushes towards the center, of the ring....



Logan chops at his crotch.


Stanley Moser escorts Logan to his corner.

Zach Davis: What's Oblivion doing?!

Stanley Moser: You better get out of this ring, Logan. I will DQ your ass!!

Oblivion runs over and grabs Seifer Armstrong...


Erin Robbins: Gutwrench powerbomb!!


Both Vengeance and Seifer Black Armstrong is lying in the middle, of the ring. Stanley Moser turns around and see both not moving. Stanley Moser looks at both competitors.

Erin Robbins: Moser doesn;t have a choice....

Stanley Moser: ONE!!

Zach Davis: He has to count them out!!

Stanley Moser: TWO!!

Erin Robbins: None of them are moving!!

Stanley Moser: THREE!! FOUR!! FIVE!!

The feet of both competitors begin to move.

Zach Davis: Vengeance and Seifer Armstrong are moving, slightly.

Stanley Moser: SIX!! SEVEN!! EIGHT!!

Vengeance and Armstrong are starting to move to their knee. They spot the other trying to stand....


Erin Robbins: The excessive violence and slugging has the crowd on their feet!!

The crowd: GO!! GO!! GO!! GO!!

Vengeance grabs Armstrong...


Vengeance slams a boot into the gut of Seifer Armstrong then bolts towards the ropes. Vengeance bolts over to Armstrong, grabbing him by the neck...

Zach Davis: A swinging neckbreaker coming up!!

The crowd: NO-OOO-O-O-O!!

Seifer Black Armstrong slips out and runs over to the ropes. Armstrong leaps and uses the ropes to bounce off of...


Erin Robbins: Angels Landing!!

Armstrong nails Vengeance with a diving double foot stomp to the back of the head.

Zach Davis: Seifer Armstrong picks up Vengeance and Irish whips him into a corner!!


Seifer Black Armstrong: AHHH-H-H-H-H!!


Zach Davis: A running high knee to the chin of Vengeance!!


Erin Robbins: Here comes Chase Michaels!!

Michaels grabs a wobbly Vengeance....


Zach Davis: Snap suplex!!

Erin Robbins: Chase Michaels is not done!!

Michaels picks up Vengeance...


Zach Davis: Legsweep-ddt!!

Chase Michaels runs to the ropes and bounces off the ropes....


Erin Robbins: Twisting elbow drop!!


Zach Davis: Another twisting elbow drop!!

Michaels grabs Vengeance and whips him into the ropes. Vengeance bounces off the ropes and screams as he bolts towards Michaels.


Erin Robbins: BIG BOOT!!

Chase Michaels falls down to the mat, but flips over in the process.

Zach Davis: Both Logan and Oblivion are seething in their own corners.


Both Oblivion and Logan are stomping with their boots to motivate their partners to come make a tag.

Chase Michaels stands up.


The crowd goes absolutely crazy as Vengeance and Chase Michaels are going at it with fist after fist after fist!! Michaels pops Vengeance with a boot to the gut. Vengeance doubles over...


Erin Robbins: High knee!! That staggers the big man backwards!!

Vengeance staggers into the corner and leans against the turnbuckles, shaking off the head shot.

Zach Davis: Michaels bolts towards Vengeance!!


Erin Robbins: Michaels connects with a running climbing shining wizard!!

Vengeance staggers out from the corner and drops to one knee. Chase Michaels stalks around Vengeance like a man possessed. Michaels grabs Vengeance...


Zach Davis: JAWBREAKER!!

Michaels tries to shake it off and hits Vengeance with a STO!!

The crowd: WHOA!!

Erin Robbins: The big man gets back up!!



Zach Davis: CHOKESLAM!!

The momentum causes Vengeance to stumble backwards.


Erin Robbins: Oblivion just tagged ITself in!!


Zach Davis: Uh-oh, the team is dissolving!!

Chase Michaels slowly crawls away.

Zach Davis: Erin, do you see this?

Erin Robbins: I sure do, but The Shadow demons and Oblivion does not!!

Night Rider: Guys knock it off!!

Denise D'Evil: Yea, Oblivion what the Hell do you think you're doing?!

Chase Michaels slowly inches closer to his own corner. the crowd begins to stand up and screams out encouragement to Michaels. Logan is stomping down, hollering, screaming out encouragement himself!!

Night Rider: Guys knock it off!! We're trying to win this match!!

Something made Oblivion turn around and IT sees Chase Michaels...


Zach Davis: Chase Michaels makes the tag!!

Erin Robbins: Here comes Logan!!

Logan bolts over to his opponent's corner...


Zach Davis: There goes Denise D'Evil!!


Erin Robbins: There goes Vengeance!!


Zach Davis: Finally there goes Night Rider!! Logan watch out!!


The crowd: NOO-O-O-OOO-OO!!

Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails a two handed choke-lift into a sit-down power-bomb!!

Zach Davis: The Monster is making a pin attempt!!

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE-E-E.... NOO-O-O!!

Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson kicks the back of Oblivion.

The kick by Robinson infuriates The Monster as IT grabs her in an inverted suplex position, picks her up and slams her chin down on IT's right shoulder...

Zach Davis: SOULTAKER!!

Oblivion goes back to Logan...



Erin Robbins: Russian legsweep backbreaker!!

Logan: SHUT UP!!

Logan looks towards his corner and slightly celebrates.

Zach Davis: NO!! NO!! Don't celebrate now!! This is so uncharacteristic of Logan!! Oblivion doesn't go down that easy!!

The crowd is trying to tell Logan that The Monster is slowly standing back up, with a look of furious anger. Logan starts to sense it and slowly turns around. Oblivion flexes and proceeds to roar out, before kicking Logan in the gut, then picks him up...

Erin Robbins: Oblivion picks up Logan into a gorilla press....

The crowd cheers as Logan wiggles free and immediately leaves the ring. The Monster doesn't stop there.

Zach Davis: Oblivion sees Logan outside the ring and runs to the ropes and charges towards the side, where Logan is standing ringside....



Erin Robbins: We have to see that again on instant replay!!

The replay shows Oblivion bouncing off the ropes and charging to the other side, of the ring and climbs up the ropes, without using any hands and leaps off the top rope in a plancha style leap. The Monster lands hard on top of Logan.


As Oblivion and Logan remain motionless, ring side, Denise D'Evil, Night Rider and Vengeance storm the ring. Chase Michaels, Stacy Robinson, and Seifer Black Armstrong enter the ring as well. Without any warning...


Erin Robbins: Denise D'Evil nails Stacy Robinson with the There Can Be Only One!!

Night Rider ends up standing near Stanley Moser, near a corner.

Zach Davis: Here comes Seifer Black Armstrong!!

Armstrong bolts over to Night Rider...

Erin Robbins: A spinning backhand to the jaw..... OF STANLEY MOSER!!

The referee collapses down. Rider tries to grab Armstrong and take him up to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: It looks like its time for the Drop of Death!!

Seifer Armstrong wiggles free and slams Night Riders head down to the metal part, of the corner.

Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!! Seifer Black Armstrong has Night Rider on his shoulders!! NO!! NO!! NO-O-O-O!!


Zach Davis: FADE TO BLACK!!

Seifer Armstrong is exhausted and collapses. Denise D'Evil walks up to Seifer Armstrong and notices that Stanley Moser is out cold. D'Evil exits the ring and grabs a chair.


Erin Robbins: But, the referee is out cold!! What he doesn't see, he cannot disqualify anyone!!

Zach Davis: But, look what's in front of us...

The crowd behind the commentary table is going crazy, as Oblivion and logan are throwing each other around...


Erin Robbins: Action is all over the ring AND ringside!!

Zach Davis: Logan whipped Oblivion into the ringside barriers!!

Logan bolts towards Oblivion....


The Monster picks up Logan by the legs and slams Logan head and neck first over the security railing!!

Erin Robbins: Meanwhile with THAT going on outside the ring, inside the ring Denise D'Evil has a chair set up and Seifer Black Armstrong is placed on the chair.

The Deathbringer climbs up to the top turnbuckle and leaps off....

Zach Davis: NO!! NO!! NO!! NO!!

Denise D'Evil lands hard on top of Seifer Armstrong....

Erin Robbins: THE QUICKENING!!

Chase Michaels creeps up behind Denise D'Evil and grabs for the chair. The chair is wedged into the turnbuckles. Michaels pushes D'Evil into the chair....



Chase Michaels staggers around...


Erin Robbins: Vengeance just nailed Chase Michaels with :Last rites" jack knife powerbomb!!

Vengeance collapse from just sheer exhaustion.


Zach Davis: Meanwhile, the ringside crowd is being entertained by Oblivion and Logan nail each other with kendo sticks.

Large bloody welts are covering their bodies.


Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails Logan with a knee to the gut.


Zach Davis: Logan nails Oblivion with a knee to the gut!!


Erin Robbins: An enziguiri by Logan staggers The Monster!!


Logan does a complete back flip.

Zach Davis: Logan's foot connects under the Oblivion's chin!! IMPACT STYLE!!

Oblivion staggers back and lands near the ring steps. The Monster prop ITself up and staggers out. Logan smile and charges at Oblivion....



Erin Robbins: Oblivion just back body dropped Logan onto the ring side steps!!

Oblivion pushes Logan off of the ring metal steps. Oblivion moves the steps away from the ringpost and places Logan on top of the steps.


With Logan placed on top of the ring steps, The Monster climbs up to the top turnbuckle. the crowd is screaming cheers and boos towards The Monster Oblivion.

Erin Robbins: Oblivion is not gonna do what I think IT's gonna do, is he?!?

Zach Davis: God I hope not!!

Oblivion faces towards inside the ring, right before The Monster leaps off. the crowd screams and camera phones flash, as Oblivion leaps into the air with a moonsault. Logan slightly sees Oblivion flying into the air....


Erin Robbins: Logan didn't completely get out of the way!!

Zach Davis: But, Oblivion didn't completely connect with the Obi-Sault!!

All of the cameramen pans their cameras and shows everyone, in the match laid out. there are moans and groans. Logan and Oblivion are screaming out with their pain.

The crowd scream out with their approval....

The 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!!>

Erin Robbins: Everyone is completely hurt!! NOONE IS MOVING!!

The referee Stanley Moser finally stands up and is completely freaked out when he sees everyone incapacitated.

Oblivion is the first man up. His eyes on fire, he grabs Logan and lifts him..


IMPACT STYLE OUT OF NOWHERE! Logan hits it on the Hardcore Champion! He pins him, hooking the leg.




Erin Robbins: Logan wins it for Team NWA Plus One!

The bell sounds as Logan rolls away. All eight man lay in the ring, breathing heavily, exhausted.

Zach Davis: Regardless, Logan still has to beat Oblivion at Explosion in a C4 Deathmatch to win that Hardcore Title.

Logan soon rolls out of the ring as the Shadows begin to regroup.

Benjamin Atreyu Segment

Zach Davis: We now head to Hank Brown who has Benjamin Atreyu with him.

We cut to a shot in the back area where Hank Brown stands with Atreyu in front of a large WCF logo.

Hank Brown: I am here with Benjamin Atreyu. Atreyu, you have-

Suddenly from off camera comes Natural ICE Beckman! He nails Atreyu in the back of the skull with his United States Title.

Hank Brown: Holy Hell! What is going on!!

ICE Beckman begins stomping on the back of Atreyu. ICE then grabs the microphone from Hank Brown and begins to slam it in the face of God Given Greatness.

Zach Davis: What is ICE doing?!!

Erin Robbins: He is kicking ass!!

ICE Beckman stands over the fallen Atreyu and looks down at him as he speaks.

ICE: I told the world I was going find someone I could use as an example of my power. Goods news, It's You, Benjamin Atreyu. See you at Explosion, I'll bring my title, you just make sure you bring your A game.

ICE Beckman hands the microphone back to Hank Brown.

ICE: Thanks.

Hank Brown:.....uh, you're welcome?

ICE Beckman grabs his title, steps over the body of Atreyu and heads off.

Zach Davis: Well if ICE Beckman was looking to send a message, I think he did just that.

Erin Robbins: When Atreyu wakes up, he is going to be really pissed. Should make for a good match at Explosion.

Jayson Price/Corey Black vs Waylon Cash/Cormack MacNeill

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is your main event!

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 mixed reaction. "Fuck You Price" chants start up as Price goads them on by smiling and waving, but he looks a bit confused at some of the cheers directed his way.

Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds...JAYSON PRICE!

Price then heads down the ramp, mocking the few fans that actually try to slap hands with him, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner...

"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear.

Kyle Steel: From The Dethfort, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds...COREY BLACK!

The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents...

The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.

Kyle Steel: From Nova Scotia, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds...CORMACK MACNEILL!

Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.

Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner...

"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind. He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They looks back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: From Macon, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds...WAYLON CASH!

Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind as Scott Savage stands at ringside with the WCF World Title on his shoulder.

Zach Davis: And there you see the WCF World Title that Waylon Cash stole from Steve Orbit two weeks ago after he and the rest of S-PAC attacked Steve from behind. You have to think that Corey Black and Jayson Price want to get that belt back for their Pantheon stablemate.

Erin Robbins: I'd have to agree with you Zach, but I doubt Cash would risk having the belt out here without having a plan. Black and Price are going to have to get past Waylon and Cormack if they're even going to think about taking that belt from Savage.

Waylon steps out onto the mat as Black does the same, leaving Cormack and Price in the ring to square off. The referee signals for the bell and this match is underway.


Neither Price nor Cormack seem interested in circling each other as they both rush the center of the ring and tie-up. Cormack with control and he shoots Price into the ropes. Price hits them and comes back at Cormack who tries for a clothesline. Price ducks it and spins Cormack around before unloading with a right hand to the jaw. Cormack shakes it off and responds with a right of his own. Price throws a right but Cormack blocks it before nailing Price with a massive headbutt that drops him. Price grabs his face and stumbles a step before Cormack picks him up from behind and drops him to the mat with a back suplex.

Zach Davis: And this match seems to be going much the way it did the last time MacNeill and Price faced off with Cormack getting the early advantage. I like what I'm seeing already.

Erin Robbins: Don't get ahead of yourself Zach.

Cormack back up to his feet first and he pulls Price upright. Cormack with a knee to the gut, doubling Price over. Cormack now with an axe handle across the back that drops Price to one knee. Price tries to get back up but Cormack catches him with a right to the face. Cormack holding Price's head with one hand as he throws more punches. Finally the referee steps in with a warning about the closed fists and Cormack relents, only to kick Price in the chest. Price falls over and Cormack hooks the leg for the pin attempt.



Erin Robbins: And Price with the kickout as Cormack continues to look strong here in the opening of this match.

Cormack back up to his feet and he's letting Price get up on his own this time. Cormack spins him around and pulls him in before lifting him up for a spinebuster but Price fights him off with an elbow to the neck. Price dropped to his feet and he catches Cormack under the jaw with a European uppercut. Cormack quick to shake it off and he responds with an uppercut of his own. Then it's Price with one. Now Cormack. Price. Cormack. Price. Cormack. Price with a big one that finally breaks the chain and sends Cormack stumbling toward his corner. Waylon gets the tag and he enters the ring.

Zach Davis: And here comes the self proclaimed "World Champion".

Cash goading Price to come after him but then quickly rolls out of the ring when Price charges him. The fans are loudly booing as Savage and Cash talk on the outside of the ring while the referee starts up a ten count. He gets to five when Price decides he's had enough and hits the ropes. He charges the other side of the ring like he's going to go over the top when from out of nowhere Cormack catches him with a shoulder tackle. Price hits the mat and rolls as the referee stops his count to get Cormack out of the ring. Cash now sliding back into the ring and he dives on top of Price before laying into him with multiple right hands. Cormack steps out onto the apron and the referee starts up a five count on Waylon. Waylon finally relents at four only to go for the pin.



Zach Davis: And again it's Price with the kickout.

Cash with a stomp to the back of Price as he tries to get up. Cash now looking over at Black and asking him if he wants to get in this match and Black yells out for Price to get up and tag him in. Again Price tries to get to his feet but Cash takes him out from behind with a chop block. Cash now with stomps to the legs as Price tries to roll toward his corner. Cash stops long enough to drag him back to the center of the ring. Cash grabs the leg and goes for the spinning toe hold but Price shoves him off with his free foot. Price now rolling backward to his corner and sticks up his hand for Black to tag.

Erin Robbins: And here comes The Avenger!

Black charges into the ring and catches Cash before he can attack him. Black with kicks to the legs as Cash tries to get away. Cash reaches the ropes and tries to get out of the ring but Black grabs him by the back of the head and slams him backward to the mat. Black with the pin attempt.



Cash with the kickout and he tries to crawl out of the ring. Black grabs him by the legs and pulls him back in the ring. Black now trying to flip him over for a single leg boston crab but Cash is fighting back. Cash finally is able to kick Black in the face and get up to his feet. Black stumbles back and Cash charges him looking to hit a lariat. Black ducks it and Cash hits the ropes behind him. Back comes Cash and Black catches him with a back elbow to the face. Black with the pin attempt.



Cormack from behind with a kick to Black's head to break up the pin. Cormack with stomps to the back as the referee tries to get him out of the ring. Cash holding on to his nose as he gets to his feet. Black tries to get back up but Cash catches him in the ribs with a kick. Black rolls on the mat and pops back up to his feet as Cash charges him. Cash with a shoulder block that sends Black crashing into the corner. Price shouting for Black to fight back and tag him in as Cash hits him with a right hand to the gut. Now it's Cash with a boot to the midsection that has Black doubled over. Cash grabs hold of Black and lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle as the referee starts up a five count. Cash now climbing up to the second rope and starts to set him up for a superplex.

Zach Davis: Oh man! This is dangerous!

The crowd is up on their feet in anticipation as Cash tries to hit it. Black however with a right hand. Then a second. And a third. Black now grabbing Cash by the head and he delivers rapid forearms to the face before letting Cash fall back onto the mat. Black now standing up on the top turnbuckle before he turns himself around and leaps off with a moonsault. Black with the pin attempt.




Erin Robbins: And Cash with the shoulder up at two!

Black looks a bit perplexed at the two count as he gets up to his feet but he shrugs it off. Cash getting up to his feet and Black is calling for the Burning Hammer. Cash is up, Black spins him around and lifts him up. Black hits it and goes for the pin attempt.




And once again it's Cormack making the save as he dives on top of Black. In comes Price to take Cormack to the mat with a tackle as the referee tries to get them both out of the ring. Price pulls Cormack up to his feet and then throws him out of the ring. Price looks back to Black who waves him on and Price launches himself over the top rope to take Cormack to the ground. Black turns back around and again goes for the pin attempt.





Cash with the kickout at two and three fourths as Black can't believe it. Black sitting up and looking to the referee who flashes him two fingers. Outside of the ring Price has Cormack up on his feet by the barricade and he clotheslines him into the crowd. Price now heading back to the ring and he climbs up on the apron as Savage is going nuts outside the ring. Black again trying for a pin attempt when from out of nowhere Savage grabs Cash by the feet and drags him out of the ring. Black grabs him by the arms and there's a tug of war going on. Price rounds the corner on the apron and then runs the ropes before diving off the apron and taking Savage out. Cormack back up in the crowd and he crawls over the barricade as Black is trying to pull Cash away from the ropes. The referee with the five count as Cash tries to hold on but Black finally yanks him away. Black now pulling Cash up to his feet and he goes for the Burning Hammer again.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Black gets him up but Cormack from out of nowhere blasts him in the face with a big boot. Black falls back with Cash still on his shoulders and both men end up laid out. Cormack still up in the ring as Price climbs up onto the apron and up the ropes. Cormack turns around and Price dives off the top rope with a clothesline. Down goes Cormack as Price rolls on the mat. The referee is looking around at all four men trying to figure out what to do as the fans are starting up a "Dub See Eff" chant.

Erin Robbins: Who is going to be the first man up?

Cormack is up!

Zach Davis: What a tough motherfu-

Erin Robbins: Shut your mouth!

Zach Davis: I'm just talkin' bout Cormack!

Erin Robbins: This reference didn't even make sense.

Either way, Cormack MacNeill is up. Jayson Price is getting up next and Cormack measures him up...

Zach Davis: Here it comes... something Jayson Price knows a lot about... INSTANT HANGOVER!

Cormack goes for his patented kick!, but Jayson ducks it! Cormack turns around-

Erin Robbins: DOWNFALL!

Price quickly falls on top of Cormack, hooking the leg.




Zach Davis: Pantheon wins it!

The fans cheer.. then boo.. as Price's music begins to play. Corey pulls him out of the ring as Waylon gets up, pissed.

Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash, none too happy with the loss.

Waylon goes to grab the WCF World Heavyweight Championship from ringside. Once he has it, Black nods at Price. Price nods back. Previously acting like they were leaving, they now enter the ring quickly, surprising Cash!

Zach Davis: THEY'RE GOING FOR THE BELT! And why wouldn't they? By Cash's own logic, if they can steal it from him, they'd be Champion!

Cash ducks a Clothesline attempt by Price, and sidesteps an Enziguri attempt by Black. Clutching the Title, Cash drops to the mat and rolls out, backpeddling up the ramp.

Erin Robbins: Looks like Pantheon was unsuccesful at getting the World Title back tonight, Zach.

Zach Davis: The night isn't over yet!

We go to commercial focusing on Cash's borderline insane face.

Steve Orbit/Waylon Cash Segment


"Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne plays over the PA. Steve Orbit makes his way towards the ring dressed in full pimp gear, with a mic in hand. He is moving more slowly than usual and his head is wrapped in bandage. The crowd cheers as he hits the ring and does a few poses before the music cuts and he begins to speak.

Steve Orbit: I'm havin' a bad night, y'all.

The crowd boos. An "OR-BIT" chant starts up.

Steve Orbit: Thanks, thanks. So let's recap, aight? I won the World Title for a second time, at Timebomb.

Crowd pops.

Steve Orbit: Then, the very next week at Slam, I get jumped backstage by S-PAC, and Waylon Cash steals my title belt.

Crowd boos.

Steve Orbit: I know. And now he's walkin' around like he did somethin'. I'ma tell you like this-- I'm tired of Waylon Cash, y'all. I'm tired of hearin' his name, I'm tired of seein' his stupid goofy ass face. Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash go way back, and I thought we handled our issues last year. But this mother fucker won't leave it alone. He won't stop jockin' me.

Orbit pauses.

Steve Orbit: Now, I spoke to the doctors a little bit earlier and they ain't gonna let me compete in a singles match at Explosion. But I want a match with Waylon Cash-- and I want it at Explosion.

The crowd pops.

Steve Orbit: The only way they gonna allow that to happen is if we make it a tag team match. So I'm issuing the challenge right here, right now. Pantheon versus S-PAC, call it whatever you want-- Waylon, we gon' settle this at Explosion.

"Criminals" by Big B plays over the PA. The crowd boos as Waylon stands at the top of the ramp with a mic, soaking in the boos for a few moments until the music cuts.

Waylon Cash: You stupid, boy? What you got to offer me? I already got the World Title! I don't need to be wastin' my time fightin' with you.

Orbit is about to speak, until "Master of Puppets" hits and Seth walks down the ramp, ignoring Waylon as he walks past him to the middle of the ramp.

Seth: This whole thing is pissing me off! Alright? Waylon, I don't care what you do with the belt. That's between you guys. Besides, it makes a good story and people like good stories. And I like money. Anyway, the tag team match is a fine idea. So let's go with it! Waylon and his partner versus Orbit and his partner in the main event of Explosion.

The crowd pops.

Steve Orbit: What about my belt?

Seth: Alright, I suppose the stipulation should be if your team wins, Waylon has to give the belt back. Although, judging by the way he took it from you, I doubt the stipulation will matter too much. So good luck with that!

Orbit glares at Seth as Waylon laughs behind him. Seth turns to walk away, but then stops short and puts the mic to his mouth once again.

Seth: Oh, there is just one more thing. It's not going to be Pantheon versus S-PAC, because... Orbit, your partner has to be non-Pantheon. You'll have to find somebody else. Sorry!

Seth laughs as he walks away.

Steve Orbit: What are you talkin' about?! How is that fair?

Seth ignores Orbit and continues to walk backstage. Cash laughs.

Waylon Cash: Yeah-- good luck, Steve. You'll never find anybody willing to tag with your ass, not after what you did to ME when we were a team! You've always been a selfish backstabber and you ain't changed a bit. Better sell some of those gold chains, you'll be needing the cash to buy yourself a partner!

Cash laughs. Orbit and Cash have a staredown and the scene ends.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Artyom vs Endorphin vs Jordan Young vs The Ultimate Destroyer

Dr. Remus Micayle Segment

Stryder vs Mary Mac

Steve Orbit/Seth Lerch Segment

Zack Wild vs Adam Young

Doc Henry Segment

Crisis vs Grimshaw Chapel

What's the Buzz?: Mary Mac

Alexander Richards/Tommy Greco vs Scoops Callahan/Bryan Worthy

Seifer Black Armstrong/Scott Savage Segment

Jayden Thunder vs James Fatel

Waylon Cash Segment

Oblivion Segment

United States Title Match: The Original Gangster vs ICE Beckman

Joey Nitro Segment

Jonny Fly Segment

Television Title Match: Peter Quinn vs Brent Alpine

What's the Buzz?: Oblivion

Team Science vs Benjamin Atreyu/Chelsea Black Armstrong

Steve Orbit Segment

Jonny Fly vs Jordan Ciserano

Team Science Segment

Logan/Stacy Robinson/Seifer Black Armstrong/Chase Michaels vs Oblivion/Vengeance/Night Rider/Denise D'Evil

Benjamin Atreyu Segment

Jayson Price/Corey Black vs Waylon Cash/Cormack MacNeill

Steve Orbit/Waylon Cash Segment


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Buzz Worthy
Logan/NWA Dudes vs The Shadows



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United States:
ICE Beckman
Stacy Robinson
Tag Team:
The Shadows