‘Prophecy’ by Judas Priest blasts out of the PA system as the WCF Director of Operations, Mr Joey Nitro walks out onto the stage dressed in a dark grey suit, a white shirt, a dark red tie and a pair of black polished leather shoes. He begins to make his way down the ramp to a chorus of booing from the WCF Galaxy.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the WCF Director of Operations, Mr Joey…Nitro!
Nitro reaches the ring and walks up the steel steps, along the apron and climbs through the ropes before asking for Steel’s microphone. Steel hands the microphone to Nitro and he waits as ‘Prophecy’ fades out.
Mr Joey Nitro: Ladies and gentlemen, ever since The Legion debuted at the Explosion Pay-Per-View and viciously assaulted Mr Chase Michaels, I have heard many accusations stating that I am in fact behind the reason why The Legion came here to the WCF, and that I am responsible for The Legion’s attack on Mr Michaels…
Nitro paces the ring a little as the fans continue booing him.
Mr Joey Nitro: So I decided that I would come out here and prove to you all that I had absolutely nothing to do with The Legion coming over here and doing what they have done so far in this company. So I would now like to request that The Legion come out here, right now!
‘Hell March 1’ by From First To Last blasts out of the PA system as all three members of The Legion appear at the top of the steps in the crowd leading down to the barricade. They swiftly begin making their way down the steps, ignoring the fans on the way.
Zach Davis: Well here come The Legion, I don’t care what Nitro says, he’s definitely behind this groups actions at Explosion…
Erin Robbins: How dare you Zach, first of all, it’s Mr Nitro to you…and secondly…how could you accuse this man of being behind The Legion? This man should be respected for having the guts to call out these three men on his own…
The Legion climb over the barricade and surround the ring before jumping up onto the apron and climbing through the ropes in unison. At first they look set to pounce on Nitro, but then they seem to relax.
Mr Joey Nitro: Gentlemen, thank you for taking the time to see me this evening…
The Legion don’t even bat an eyelid as Nitro paces the ring a little.
Mr Joey Nitro: Now to the reason why I asked you out here. What you did to Mr Michaels at Explosion and what you did to Bryan Worthy during his special live edition of Buzz Cuts, those actions were uncalled for and I will not tolerate those kinds of actions. Mr Seth Lerch gave me this job to make sure the WCF Roster are kept in check and that nothing goes wrong on the shows. So I’ll let those two attacks go with just a warning, but if you do anything like that again, you shall all suffer some serious consequences…do I make myself clear?
All three members of The Legion look at one another before they just shrug their shoulders and nod in Nitro’s direction before they leave the ring and climb back over the barricade and make their way back up the steps through the crowd.
Zach Davis: So Nitro had nothing to do with The Legion attacking Michaels? The Legion don’t seem like the kind of guys who would just accept a telling off like that without beating the Hell out of them afterward…
Erin Robbins: Enough with your conspiracy theories already!
With all fifteen competitors in the ring already, the referee motions to the timekeeper.
< DING! >< DING! >< DING! >
Right away, Biohazard and Red Dragon lock up, and start swinging punches back and forth as Tsai moves to challenge The Main Event. Wrestlers are locking up everywhere, Doc Henry and Endorphin, Jayden Thunder and Peter Quinn, James Fatel and Corbin Stein, and The Ultimate Destroyer and Maurice Zangles.
Zach Davis: It looks like everyone wants a piece of action in this one, all except Drake Goodnight, Robert Wolf, and Mr. E, who have circled around to one corner to watch the battling, and-
Erin Robbins: It looks like those three have decided to get in on the action!
The trio, who seem to be rather in sync, surrounded Biohazard, who has Red Dragon backed into the ropes, and together they flip both men over the ropes with ease!
Zach Davis: Biohazard is gone!
Erin Robbins: So is Red Dragon!
Zach Davis: And it looks like we might have a trio of competitors forming a real team in this one!
Maurice Zangles has The Ultimate Destroyer up against a turnbuckle across the ring, and beside him, it looks like Jayden Thunder and Peter Quinn are moving in to help! They have Destroyer up on the top rope, and Jayden jumps up to the second rope for a modified form of his Ride The Lightning uppercut, knocking Destroyer backwards and down to the ground! But he's not done there! He hits a moonsault onto Quinn and Zangles behind him!
Zach Davis: What a combo! Thunder eliminates one man and knocks down two others!
Erin Robbins: And The Ultimate Destroyer is on the losing end, and gone!
Over across the ring, the trio of Wolf, Goodnight, and E has enclosed around Corbin Stein and James Fatel. The three move to throw their opponents over the ropes as before, and-
< SMACK! >
Fatel goes stumbling into the guardrail outside, eliminated, but Stein is on the apron, and the group things he's gone! He takes a breather for a moment, but Goodnight notices him and turns around, looking to knock him off, but Stein isn't going down!
Zach Davis: Excellent job holding on by Corbin Stein, but he's in a tough spot!
Erin Robbins: Either way, he did better than Fatel, who's already out and looks pretty sore by the way he's moving toward the ramp.
Doc Henry and Endorphin have stopped their momentary brawling, seeing the duo of E and Wolf approaching, and the four take off toward one another, getting into an all-out fist fight. Gareth Tsai seems to have noticed as well, and has stopped focusing on The Main Event, taking a moment to catch a breather in the corner. Wolf backs up against the ropes under the double onslaught of Doc Henry and Tsai, and-
< THUD! >
Zach Davis: Endorphin just powered Mr E down to the mat with a HUGE float-over DDT!
Erin Robbins: And now he's joining the efforts to eliminate Wolf!
But Wolf manages to get a knee to the gut of Henry, followed by a boot to Tsai, and drops them both with a double DDT! He spins to his feet just in time to see Corbin Stein flip Drake Goodnight over the top rope and toss him to the floor, rolling underneath the bottom rope. He turns back around, and gets a boot to the gut from Maurice Zangles! Zangles whips him across the ring before being grabbed by Tsai. He pulls Tsai to his feet, and almost in unison, Zangles and Stein grab Tsai and send him over the top rope with a double suplex!
Zach Davis: Two more eliminations! First Goodnight-
Erin Robbins: Then Gareth Tsai! Things are really starting to heat up for this opening contest!
Mr. E is back up, and so is Peter Quinn, and the two scanning the ring, see Zangles and Stein working together, and Quinn takes the opportunity to take off running-
< BOOM! >
And he hits a Dropkick into the midsection of Jayden Thunder, sending him into the turnbuckle. As he gets up, he sees Mr E and Robert Wolf regrouping and turning their efforts to Maurice Zangles and Corbin Stein. He looks around and sees Endorphin tangled up with The Main Event, and grabs Doc Henry, whipping him into the ropes. Henry grabs hold of the ropes, and Quinn runs after him, only to be flipped over the top rope and onto the apron by the WCF veteran. Doc swings a right, but Quinn ducks, and grabs Doc, trying to force him over too. From behind, Jayden Thunder runs up and helps, and sends Doc Henry toppling over the top rope, dragging Peter Quinn to the floor with him!!
Zach Davis: And we're down to seven men after the elimination of Peter Quinn and Doc Henry!!
Erin Robbins: With the alliances forming in this match, I don't envy any of these solo competitors working without any help.
Thunder quickly bolts over to Corbin Stein, helping him with Mr. E as Zangles is whipped into a corner by Wolf. Wolf spins around and hits Thunder in the back with a forearm, and the four start brawling as Maurice Zangles crosses over to Endorphin and The Main Event, trying to eliminate TME.
Zach Davis: There he goes!
Endorphin throws Main Event over! Endorphin then throws a wild Clothesline at Zangles, who ducks it and Clotheslines Endorphin over!
Erin Robbins: Two big eliminations!
Mr. E and Wolf are still brawling with Thunder and Stein; no one is able to get a clear advantage over the other. Zangles runs behind Thunder and Stein and takes them down with a double Lariat!
Zach Davis: They need to get this big man out of here!
Legion agrees. They both kick Zangles in the gut, doubling him over, and follow up with a Double Suplex. Mr. E lifts him up, but Wolf is attacked from behind by Corbin Stein. Wolf turns around and eats a Superkick!
Erin Robbins: Wolf flies out of the ring!
Indeed, Wolf is eliminated! He hits the outside hard and the fans boo.
Zach Davis: Mr. E is the last member of Legion left now!
Mr. E turns towards Stein. Stein runs at him but Mr. E drops him with a Samoan Drop! Thunder runs at him as well but Stein sidesteps him...
Erin Robbins: Superman Punch!
Mr. E hits the big punch!, sending Thunder flying out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Thunder is eliminated! Holy crap, what a punch.
Mr. E turns back to Stein, who is up. Stein hits E with a Back Spinning Heel Kick. Stein then throws him out, but E holds on and lands on the apron.
Erin Robbins: Dangerous game here between these two.
Stein runs at E to throw him off, but E shoulders him between the ropes. Stein doubles over and E grabs him for a Vertical Suplex.
Zach Davis: Mr. E is going to Suplex Stein out of the ring!
Stein is able to avoid being lifted, however, and jabs Mr. E several times. Stein goes to Suplex Mr. E back into the ring, but E holds onto the ropes, attempting to avoid it so he can go for a Suplex again and eliminate Stein.
Erin Robbins: Like I said earlier, Mr. E is playing a dangerous game here, putting himself in danger just to eliminate Stein. But will it pay off?
Apparently not, because Zangles comes out of nowhere and dumps Stein over the top! Both Stein and Mr. E hit the floor!
Zach Davis: MAURICE ZANGLES WINS!
The bell sounds. Aristotle Honkerbeam climbs back into the ring to lift Zangles' arm high into the air as the fans cheer.
Erin Robbins: And there you have it. Maurice Zangles starts his WCF career with a win.
Zach Davis: But we saw tonight that Legion will be a force to be reckoned with, that's for sure!
The camera opens in a dark room with a single table and chair in the centre. Multiple whiteboards with countless equations scribbled on them are seen on the walls, and there are a few sheets of paper, similarly dotted with formulas on them scattered on the floor. The room is seemingly empty, but as the camera pans left, a smartly-dressed Dr. Remus Micayle walks in, wearing a nasty smile on his face.
The crowd immediately starts to jeer, such is their dislike of the man. He walks towards the table and sits down on the chair, before leaning back casually and crossing his legs.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Good evening to all of you ladies and gentlemen here in Anchorage, Alaska.
A strange mixture of booing and cheers erupt from the live crowd.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Two weeks ago… at Explosion, My First Apostle and myself won a match against Scoops Callahan and Bryan Worthy, claiming our rightful spot as number one contenders to the WCF Tag Team Championships. Call my crazy, but I don’t think anyone in this company deserves to win gold as much as the two of us. After all… I am without a doubt the most intelligent, talented, and respectful individual in the entire company.
He waves a hand casually.
Dr. Remus Micayle: And Mark Dillinger, as per usual, deserves it because he had the knowledge to follow a true patriot and leader such as yours truly.
More jeers emerge. This is condescension at its worst, and the hot-blooded crowd certainly does not appreciate it. Ever the tactless bastard, Micayle's smile seems to grow ever wider, as he stretches both of his hands outwards in a display of happiness.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Ladies and gentlemen of the WCF. I sit here tonight not because I wish to give a lecture on the evils of having two inept and vapid deviants as your tag team champions. Instead, consider this to be a foreword of sorts. Advanced congratulations to all of you WCF loyalists, for no longer do you need to tolerate sloppy, barely-entertaining cockfighting. When Team Science triumphs over The Shadows come Aftermath, prepare to usher in a new era of tag team competition!
He stands up and walks closer to the camera, his arms still outspread.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Tonight, both members of The Shadows will be in the fight of their young lives, having to go up against two superior fighters in the federation. They will succumb to defeat tonight, much like how they will fall in battle two weeks from now. Watch as two hoodlums, having cheated their way to a fluke title win, struggle to even keep up with a duo that have embraced science as a lifestyle. Witness the thrashing. Pay testimony to the unholy cleansing of both Denise D’Evil and Night Rider by Team Science tonight. But most importantly...
The Scientist’s face moves into the camera, a slightly crazed look coming across his face.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Take a good luck at your future tag team champions.
The camera fades into black, as WCF goes to commercial to a chorus of hisses.
A scream echoes throughout the arena, followed by the sounds of gun fire. This continues on for a few moments, and then silence. It is within this silence that Mark Dillinger steps out on the stage, watching the crowd with a confused and pained face. 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.
Kyle Steel: This upcoming contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Sanford, North Carolina, weighing in at 205 pounds, MARK DILLINGER
Zach Davis: The fans are going to sound pretty conflicted about this one, as they won’t know who to root for. Dillinger, I would guess, isn’t as hated as his opponent tonight. But still, this is a must win, featuring a member from the tag champions and the number one contenders.
Erin Robbins: Stop being blind! We all know who he really is!
Zach Davis: The man is still a hell of a competitor regardless of what his name is, or how the fans may feel about him.
Erin Robbins: I agree, but have some common sense!
The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from the Dark Side of Hell, weighing in at 335 pounds, representing the Shadows, he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions, NIGHT RIDER!
Zach Davis: Night Rider is feeling really good after he was able to come out of Explosion on the winning end of a tag team title defense. But he knows that Remus McKayle, could be lurking nearby.
Erin Robbins: It wouldn’t surprise me, but he’s too focused to even worry about that right now. Besides, even if something were to happen, he knows that Denise D’evil and the rest of the Shadows have his back.
Zach Davis: The bell has rung, and this one is officially under way!
Dillinger and Night Rider share an intense stare with one another. Then, Dillinger charges, meeting with Night Rider and the two begin to slug it out!! The two bitter opponents exchange furious right ends, Night Rider starting to get the advantage and push Dillinger into the corner, but Dillinger blocks his last attempt, and fires back with one of his own, another and another. Night Rider ducks Dillinger’s last right hand and kicks him front first into the corner, Dillinger getting the wind knocked out of him as Night Rider looks for an advantage. Night Rider turns Dillinger around and hits him with more right hands as the ref comes over and orders him to stop. Night Rider then grabs Dillinger by the throat and starts to choke him out, a wide eyed, almost maniacal look in his eyes as the ref starts to count him out.
ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Night Rider releases Dillinger as Dillinger gasps for much needed air. Night Rider backs away, taunting Dillinger, unaware that Dillinger has his air back and charges out of the corner, taking down Night Rider with a double leg take-down and hitting him with closed right hands.
Zach Davis: These guys are killing themselves right out of the gate!
Erin Robbins: That referee needs to do his job and enforced the closed fist rule! There’s deliberate cheating going on there!
The ref pulls Dillinger off of Night Rider. Night Rider gets back up, shaking his head, and Dillinger goes back on the assault, grabbing Night Rider and whipping him across the ring. He looks for a clothesline, but Night Rider ducks under it. Dillinger makes up for it by taking Night Rider down on the rebound with a spinning heel kick! Dillinger bounces off the ropes with Night Rider down on the mat and drops an elbow right into his chest! Dillinger makes a cover!
Night Rider kicks out!
Erin Robbins: It’s going to take more than that.
Dillinger gets up and bounces off the ropes again, this time coming back with a running moonsault!
Zach Davis: What a move by Dillinger! He’s taking it to his much larger opponent!
Dillinger makes another cover!
Kickout by Night Rider!
Dillinger gets up, looking cool and collected. He goes to attack, but Night Rider is up. He throws him into the ropes, Dillinger getting tangled in the middle rope. Night Rider kicks Dillinger out of the ring, Night Rider catching a few moments to get his momentum back as Dillinger lands outside the ring. Night Rider goes to the outside and attacks Dillinger, hitting him with rights and kicking him whilst he’s down. The ref starts to count both of them out.
Night Rider gets Dillinger up and throws him into the barricade, Dillinger wincing from the pain. Night Rider steps back, and strikes with a clothesline to Dillinger, toppling him over the barricade and into the crowd. The ref still counts.
Night Rider rolls into the ring, breaking the count, and then rolling out again. He jumps over the barricade and goes to pick Dillinger up, but he gets struck in the abdomen by a recovering Dillinger. A second time, but Night Rider drives his knee into Dillinger’s chest before he can get a third. Night Rider picks Dillinger up and slams his head into the barricade, Dillinger spinning and falling to the ground, crawling further into the crowd. The ref begins counting again.
Night Rider yells at a fan to get up from his chair and the fan does so, Night Rider grabbing the chair and closing it, holding it above his head. Dillinger strikes Night Rider again in the abdomen, again and again, Night Rider dropping the chair as Dillinger gets to his feet. He grabs Night Rider by the head and hurls him back over the barricade, Night Rider landing with a splat on the floor!
Dillinger climbs over, picks up Night Rider and rolls him back into the ring before rolling in himself. Night Rider is up and Dillinger grabs him, whipping him into the ropes and looking for another move, but Night Rider kicks him in the chest, bouncing off the ropes himself and looking for a clothesline, which Dillinger ducks under. On the rebound, Dillinger leaps in the air looking for a drop-kick, but Night Rider catches him in midair and plants him in the middle of the ring with a powerbomb!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! What a move by Night Rider! How will Dillinger get up from that?
Night Rider goes for a cover!
Kickout by Dillinger!
Erin Robbins: I am shocked that the runt managed to kick out of that!
Night Rider gets up, frustrated, but carrying on the assault. He picks Night Rider up and gives him a knife edge chop, another, and a third knocks Dillinger back in the corner. Night Rider starts a series of kicks, causing Dillinger to drop down in the corner. Night Rider sticks his boot in Dillinger’s throat, the ref counting him out.
Night Rider relinquishes, getting a stern warning from the ref. Night Rider goes back over and picks Dillinger up, bringing him to the center of the ring. Dillinger jabs a few right hands into him, causing Night Rider to let him go. Dillinger bounces of the ropes, but Night Rider takes him down with a power slam! Cover by Night Rider!
Kickout by Dillinger!
Night Rider picks Dillinger up again, kicking him hard in the abdomen and locking him in a suplex maneuver. Night Rider lifts Dillinger up, stalling in the air for a few seconds, before dropping Dillinger back down hard on the mat! Another cover!
Kickout by Dillinger!
Zach Davis: Dillinger was in control early on with his speed, but the tag champion Night Rider has turned this around with the use of his power! He’s really putting a licking on Dillinger!
Erin Robbins: I had a feeling Night Rider was going to be in control like this! I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before we see the Guillotine!
Zach Davis: You may be right on that! What a crushing defeat this would be for Team Science!
Erin Robbins: But most importantly, It would be a hell of a display for the tag champions, and a statement to their own challengers at the same time!
Night Rider goes up to the top rope, the fans knowing damn well what it means!
Zach Davis: Uh oh, speaking of which, it could be Guillotine time!
Dillinger gets up and Night Rider does, in fact, go for the guillotine! Dillinger though, DUCKS! Night Rider falls on his feet, but he turns around right into a spinning enziguri by Dillinger! Both men stay down for a few seconds, before Dillinger, who had crawled out of the ring, gets back up on the apron. Night Rider then gets up and then Dillinger runs through the ropes and knocks Night Rider down with the Mark Out!
Erin Robbins: Dillinger has bounced back quickly! How? He was taking some hard hits by Night Rider!
Zach Davis: He's a hell of a competitor, as I've said before! Wait a minute, Dillinger is signaling for the KIA! He's looking to finish this right now! Can he do it?
Night Rider shoves Dillinger away before running at him and Clotheslining him out of the ring. Both men tumble to the floor, and both men quickly get up and begin brawling.
Erin Robbins: This has spilt to the outside now... I'd say this is dangerous for the both of them!
Dillinger gets the upper hand as the ref begins counting them out. Dillinger sends Night Rider reeling before going for a Vertical Suplex. Night Rider is able to shift his weight, however, and lands behind Dillinger.
Zach Davis: The ref's count is up to seven.. They better get back in there!
Rider grapples Dillinger, but Dillinger reverses positions, getting behind Rider. Dillinger spins him around, kicks him in the gut...
Erin Robbins: Spike DDT! On the outside! Holy crap!
Dillinger, exhausted, throws himself back towards the ring and slides in as the ref continues his count.
DING DING DING!
Zach Davis: Mark Dillinger wins it... by countout! How cheap.
The fans boo as Dillinger's music plays and he works his way to his feet to get his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: Definitely not a definitive victory here by Dillinger. Night Rider took him to the limit, and Team Science just learned that they might have more trouble getting the Tag Team Titles than they thought!
"Hollywood Babylon begins to play over the P.A. system, as Scott Savage steps out onto the ramp. He is followed closely by Waylon Cash, John Gable, Chelsea Black Armstrong, Seifer Black Armstrong and Benjamin Atreyu. They step to the ring, and one by one climb the steps and step inside, as Scott holds the ropes open for them. As the music dies, Scott grabs a mic. The crowd boos loudly for a while, before quieting, and allowing Scott to speak.
Scott Savage:Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to stand out here today in front of this group of individuals. These five wrestlers behind me represent the best talent the wrestling world has to offer. You know how I hate to gloat, but it's hard not to when you have the Real WCF World Heavyweight Champion on your team.
With a cocky grin, Waylon holds his altered belt high in the air, bringing a boo from the crowd.
Scott Savage: And now that we have welcomed back John Gable, and created the next WCF tag team champions, things are looking good for us. Of course... there is one small problem... a wolf pack is only as strong as it's Omega, it's weakest link... and it looks like we need to rid ourselves of weakness...
Scott walks over, and stands in front of Benjamin Atreyu, staring him in the eye. Benjy looks confused and upset as Scott speaks.
Scott Savage: Your loss to Stacy Robinson is an embarrassment, and a blemish on your team's record. You have failed us, Benjamin, and you have done so for the last time. When an Omega becomes to weak, or refuses to pull their weight, the pack will often turn on them, ripping the wolf to shreds before he can weaken the rest of the group... your time is over, Benjy... I'm sorry.
Atreyu tries to plead his case, but it quickly becomes apparent that there will be no talking his way out of this. Scott gives a signal, and all four other members turn to face him. He bends his knees and clenches his fists, preparing for a fight.
Zach Davis: S-PAC is turning on Benjamin Atreyu and he's ready to fight them all!
The team circles Benjy, but he doesn't give them time to plot. He lashes out, attacking Waylon Cash with a flurry of right hands.He backs him against the ropes before the rest of the team grabs him and tosses him across the ring. He goes to get up, but they don't let him, rushing over to stomp on him viciously. He tries to fight up, but with three wrestlers attacking, it's not possible. They stomp and stomp until he stops resisting. Scott then motions for them to back off. We can see that Benjamin is bleeding from the eyebrow, and unable to stand. Scott crouches down with the mic, and gets in his face.
Scott Savage: Your weakness is no longer welcome here.
Scott then stands back up to address the crowd.
Scott Savage: Let this serve as a warning to any who would dare cross S-PAC. You will not survive.
Scott backs up and signals to Waylon, who grabs Benjy and drags him to his feet. He then hooks his arms, and lifts him into a butterfly suplex, dropping down into the brain buster quickly.
Zach Davis: The Killshot! Atreyu is out cold from that devastating finisher.
They're not finished. Scott makes a motion with his hands, and immediately Chelsea and Seifer lift Benjy up. Scott grabs him, and flips him up into a crucifix position. He holds him there, smiling for the camera, before running forward and launching him over the top rope. Atreyu comes down hard on his neck, and lays on the concrete. The crowd sits in stunned silence, only continuing their booing when S-PAC stands in a line, and raises each other's hands above their heads.
Zach Davis: This is disgusting! Benjamin Atreyu loses one match, and they may have just ended his career!
Erin Robbins: That's the risk you take when you run with S-PAC. If you can't cut it, this is exactly what they will do to you.
Zach Davis: I hope Seifer is paying attention here. This is the team he just signed his soul over to... disgusting.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, Seifer doesn't seem too upset.
S-PAC steps out of the ring, and walk by Benjy single file, not one of them even sparing a passing glance. A team of medics quickly come out to check on him. They bring out the stretcher, and begin to load up his lifeless body. As they wheel him up the ramp, Benjamin makes a fist, and holds it as high in the air as he can, which isn't far. At this sight, the crowd erupts in respectful applause for the injured man.
Zach Davis: Look at that show of inner strength from Atreyu. Weak link my ass.
Evan Vayne comes out from the back, no music, lights or video going on in the background. His pace at a slightly faster than normal pace compared to a walk. Evan stops right in front of the ring and stares around to the crowd, his face blank of expression. To him, this is nothing new of every match that he is involved with. Evan climbs up to the ring and walks in. Looking at the crowd once more, he walks to the turnbuckle and climbs up, staring at the crowd and slowly raising his arms. After a brief moment, he drops down and awaits. ::
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 230 pounds, Evan Vayne!
Zach Davis: this is going to be a very interesting match featuring three winners from Explosion two weeks ago. Evan Vayne is out here, and he's looking to avenge what happened to him three weeks ago.
Erin Robbins: You mean when he lost to Marina Valdivia? He did that two weeks ago when he got his first WCF win! He's a man with passion for this business and he's going to prove why he's so different from the rest.
"Maneater" hits the PA System. As soon as the music hits, the fans cheer as Marina Valdivia walks out. She walks to the ring, acknowledging the reaction she is getting from the fans. She gets in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer her. She removes her jacket that she wears along the way to the ring and lays it in the corner, then stands there and stretches out as she waits.
Kyle Steel: His opponents, first from San Diego, California, Marina Valdivia!
Zach Davis: Marina has been making some good impressions so far and she's out to prove that she's here to stay for the long term. She knows she can beat Evan, having done so three weeks ago.
Erin Robbins: But, she needs to remember that Evan isn't the only opponent that she's facing tonight.
The instrumental introduction of "Diamonds From Sierra Leone" plays, as a single spotlight shines at the top of the stage. It hovers there, until the opening lyrics are heard leaving Kayne West's mouth, when DeShawn Carr comes out from behind the curtain, wearing a black muscle shirt, White tights that have orange and green trim (the colors of his alma mater, The University of Miami) as well as black fingerless MMA gloves on both hands that have the Miami Hurricanes logo emblazoned on the right hand side. Slowly making his way down the ramp, he shows nothing but focus on the task, looking at the ring, even when he reaches the top of the ramp. It is there, that he lauches himself under the bottom rope, effortlessly pushing himself back up before simply heading to his corner (not before stretching his arms into the shape of a cross) and awaiting the start of the match.
Kyle Steel: And from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 234 pounds, DeShawn Carr!
Zach Davis: I'd say Carr is definitely a wild card in this one. He was very impressive when he decimated Red Dragon at Explosion.
Erin Robbins: It's hard to be impressed by this wannabe! He should have just stuck to football and left a real sport like wrestling alone!
Zach Davis: The referee has called for the bell and this one is now officially under way.
Once the bell rings, Carr bolts for Evan and doesn't even give him a chance to escape as he shoves him into the corner and starts to take right hands at him. Evan is caught off guard by this and he's trying to fend off Carr, but it's no use. Marina, not amused, walks up to Carr from behind. She dropkicks him into Evan and Carr turns toward her off the rebound. Marina slaps him hard across the face, letting it known that she's not going to be some third wheel in this match. Carr responds with a kick to the gut and whips her to the corner, but Marina improvises and runs into Evan with a clothesline. Evan stumbles toward Carr, who picks him up and takes him down hard with a snap suplex. Carr then gets into a cover!
Marina breaks it up!
Zach Davis: It looks like Carr forgot about Marina there, and she breaks up the pinfall without much difficulty.
Erin Robbins: The two of them took accidental turns roughing up Evan there!
Carr gets up, but doesn't even look at Marina as he puts the boots to Evan. Marina, sick and tired of Carr treating her like the proverbial third wheel in the match, just straight up kicks him hard in the groin, and Carr goes down hard.
Zach Davis: I think Marina has made her message known, maybe Carr will stop ignoring her.
Erin Robbins: Carr said that he was brought up to respect women and to not hit them. She doesn't care about that.
Marina gets to the top rope and measures Evan as he gets to a vertical base. Marina leaps off the top rope and goes for a cross body. However, Evan catches her and manages to hit a fallaway slam, sending Marina across the ring. Marina gets up and Evan drops her with a clothesline. Evan then measures her as she gets to a vertical base. Marina is up now, and Evan grabs her. Evan goes for a German suplex, but Marina lands on her feet. Evan turns around, right into a kick to the gut. Marina then drops Evan with a swinging neckbreaker. Marina makes the cover on Evan.
Carr breaks it up!
Zach Davis: Nice break by Carr! Evan though, is having some problems getting into this thing!
Erin Robbins: Perhaps he's not all that, as he claims to be.
Carr grabs Marina from behind and violently throws her out of the ring. Marina hits the floor hard! Carr measures Evan as he gets up. Evan is up now and Carr goes for a running shoulder block. Evan though, moves out of the way. Carr then runs shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Carr stumbles back toward Evan, who then takes him down with an armdrag using his injured shoulder. Carr writhes in pain for a bit while Evan locks in an armbar. Carr struggles with it, but eventually powers himself out of it after a minute or so. Evan though, comes back with another armdrag takedown. evan runs to the corner and then he jumps off the top, connecting with a springboard moonsault. Cover.
Marina breaks it up!
Zach Davis: It looks like Evan is back in this thing! However, Marina was right there to break up the three count.
Erin Robbins: He should have looked to see if she was out before he actually made the cover.
Evan gets up and Marina takes him down with a standing hurricanrana. Evan bounces off the ropes, back toward her. Marina then drops him with an enziguri. Evan goes down face down on the mat. Marina heads to the top rope, but then, out of nowhere, DeShawn gets up, runs toward her in the corner, grabs her, and then takes her down hard with a belly to belly second rope suplex! with vicious authority, remembering Marina's shot below the belt earlier. Carr gets up quickly and he measures Marina. Marina gets up and Carr gets her with a spear, the same spear that knocked off Red Dragon at Explosion! Carr immediately covers her.
Zach Davis: Wow! Carr tried to win it again with the spear, but Marina was able to get out of it in the nick of time!
Erin Robbins: She's a fighter, I'll give her that. But, it's going to take more than that for her to even come close to winning this thing!
Marina stays down, trying to recover from the spear. Carr measures both of his opponents, trying to see who is the one that gets up first. In this case, it ends up being Evan Vayne. Carr wastes no time and he spears the hell out of Evan! Carr begins to signal that the end is near. Carr gets Evan up in a suplex position, and then drops him with a double knee facebuster, THE PROPHECY!
Zach Davis: There it is! The Prophecy!
Erin Robbins: This should just about do it!
Marina breaks it up at the last second!
Erin Robbins: WHAT? How the hell was she able to muster the strength to even move after she took that spear?
Zach Davis: She's a damn fighter, that's how!
Marina stays down, still out of breath. Carr sees this and gets her up in the same suplex position he had Vayne. Marina though, slips out of it and lands behind Carr. Carr turns around right into a double knee facebuster by Marina. Marina leans against the ropes. She walks to the opposite side and gets to the top rope. She aims for Evan Vayne and hits the California Splash, right on him. Cover!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Marina Valdivia!
Zach Davis: Another hard fought win for Marina, as she continues to move up the ladder!
Erin Robbins: I'm surprised she did it! I don't think many people gave her a chance to win the match, but that's what she did.
"Light "em Up by Fall out Boy begins to play. The entire Shadow Demons are walking out. The Sullivan Arena rattle with thunderous boos.
Erin Robbins: I think this crowd is mainly pissed off, because they think that The Shadow Demons took away their Monster.
Zach Davis: Well, it looks like we are going to be entertained by the new look Shadow Demons. With Oblivion as their newest member.
The four walk towards the ring, with smirks across their faces. There is some debris being tossed towards The Shadows. Each member standing at one corner. All four enter the ring, at the same time. The Shadows are standing in the center, of the ring. Night Rider pulls out a mic.
Night Rider: As some of you know, that this group have had an identity change as of late. With the newest addition of my "brother" Oblivion, we have one more person we would like to add....
Erin Robbins: I wonder who this could be?
Zach Davis: I don't think anyone would be crazy enough to join up with these lunatics.
"Hell Raiser" by Motorhead begins to play. The crowd boos very loudly, almost shaking the arena. An arrogant Terry Roberts steps put onto the entrance ramp, with a huge smirk across his face.
Zach Davis: Oh... my God!! Terry Roberts is the newest member of The Shadow Demons?!?!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: Have Terry Roberts and The Shadows patched things up? As everyone knows Terry Roberts has had issues with Night Rider and with Oblivion. Very personal issues. In AND out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: I say it's water under the bridge. It's old news... GET OVER IT! Terry Roberts going to be the newest member of The Shadow Demons!!
Night Rider is holding the ropes for Terry Roberts. Night Rider and Roberts look at each other for what seems like more than a minute, before quickly giving each other quick short hugs. Everyone celebrates, until Terry Roberts and Oblivion meet up, face to face.
Zach Davis: There is bad blood between THESE two.
The two of them keep staring right at each other, before...
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!?!?!
....before they shake hands and also quickly give each other a quick hug. Everyone stands in the ring.
Night Rider: We have been talking about this for awhile now. We have thought about the pros and the cons about you, Terry Roberts you joining, as a brother into The Shadow Demons. After awhile, we have decided....
Vengeance, Denise, and Oblivion look real uncomfortable as Night Rider looks around....
Night Rider: ....our answer is....
Zach Davis: What's going on?!
Erin Robbins: Terry Roberts is joining The Shadows. Isn't it obvious?!
Night Rider: NO-O-O-O!!
Terry Roberts looks shocked. The crowd goes completely off-hinged. Night Rider shouts out something, as Oblivion quickly kicks Terry Roberts in the mid-section, before putting him on the shoulders of The Monster.
Crowd: GO!! GO!! GO!! GO!! GO!! GO!! GO!!
Oblivion nails him with a 5150.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Oblivion grabs the mic from Night Rider...
Oblivion: NOTHING PERSONAL.... JUST BUSINESS!!
Zach Davis: I guess Terry Roberts got his answer.
Erin Robbins: I should of seen that one coming!!
Zach Davis: I bet this caught a few people off guard.
Erin Robbins: Terry Roberts is NOT the newest member of The Shadow Demons!!
Terry Roberts lays lifeless, in the center of the ring. The Shadows walks back up the entrance ramp, laughing at the fallen Roberts.
Zach Davis: Next up folks, we have what could be a handicapped match...
Erin Robbins: I'm hearing rumours that Brent Alpine has been seen near the Sullivan Arena earlier tonight.
Zach Davis: Well this week has proved that rumours can be dangerous. Especially with all the suggestions that Alpine might actually be... deceased.
Erin Robbins: Of course he's not! The Shine will never be extinguished.
'Redneck Nation' by Moccasin Creek starts playing as Adam Young steps out into the arena in all black and a black towel on his head with Firefly and 'Headcase' Robert Hattfield right behind him in all black also. He stops and takes the towel off his hand with his right hand. He holds both of his arms up in the air as 'White Trash' Dory Blanchard strides out in his in his white cowboy hat, white chaps, and carrying his bull rope. Finally, Collin 'King' Corona enters, also in black. They all start walking towards the ring with Blanchard spitting his chaw to the crowd and Corona rubbing his hands and smiling. Dory throws up the horns as Young circles the ring.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentleman... at a combined weight of 775 ibs and accompanied by Firefly and 'Headcase' Robert Hattfield, this is the team of 'The Villain' Adam Young, Collin 'King' Corona and 'White Trash' Dory Blanchard... REDNECK NATION!
They all climb up into the ring and Young poses on all four second turnbuckles before tossing the towel to ring side area where Firefly catches it and smells it, smiling. Corona climbs the second turnbuckle and then drops down into the ring.
Zach Davis: Adam Young's latest set of proteges certainly look the part. We have seen a fair bit of the young gun Collin Corona and, despite his privileged upbringing, the 'King' wrestles like he's been brawling on the streets his whole life. We know less about Dory Blanchard but he cuts a beastly figure. I'm excited to see these guys develop under the tutelage of 'The Villain'.
'Song 2' by Blur hits as Cormack MacNeil and Caliban appear to a mixed reaction. Caliban just saunters out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that, guitar singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, finally Sinney appears in a flash of beautiful red hair as if from nowhere behind him and places her hand on his head calming him and then she steps back as he drops to his knees pounding on the ramp letting the camera circle him until it is facing him head on, he then hold up one set of knuckles with the word HERE tatted on them and then the other one with the word GOES before bouncing up to his feet and screaming
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, weighing a combined 460 ibs, 'The New Age Libertine' Caliban and Cormack MacNeil, they represent... SEQUITUS!
Erin Robbins: No Alpine...
Zach Davis: Nope, and Jordan Ciserano is temporarily out of action. Despite this, Caliban pushed Jonny Fly to the limit and MacNeil nearly got to the Trilogy Cup final at Explosion. They are hell bent on not coming up short again tonight.
Erin Robbins: They certainly don't lack the talent or desire, in my book. Just something needs to click for them.
Cormack 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 the Redneck Nation. Caliban grabs a mic.
Caliban: As you probably guessed, Brent ain't here.
Suddenly, 'Gold' by Prince hits to a surprisingly large pop from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: ALPINE?!
Alpine's usual shooting star fireworks, shower of gold light and yellow spotlight are displayed as his teacup pig manager Percy Micro runs out. However, he is alone. MacNeil and Caliban looks confused. The music cuts out and the arena lights return to normal.
Percy Micro: Mr. Caliban, Mr. MacNeil... I regretfully inform you that Mr. Alpine is not present tonight. Our worldwide search for him yielded no results thanks to you imbeciles. HOWEVER, I have used my plethora of resources and extensive network of contacts and deemed Mr. Alpine nowhere to be seen. If he were to be found, he would have been found. Based on this and his mother Madison's comments, I conclude with reasonably certainty that 'The Shine' Brent Alpine is...
Zach Davis: Is... what?
The crowd boo as Percy takes ages to finish his sentence.
Percy Micro: DEAD!
Everyone in the arena looks affected in some way - some horrified, some sad, some pleased but most calling bullshit on Percy's claims.
Erin Robbins: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Zach Davis: I don't know what to say. Folks, just to emphasize, this is all conjecture to this point.
'Tonight, magical things are going to happen. All of your wildest dreams are about to come true. Just take time to unwind. And let my vision inside you.'
Zach Davis: What's this?!
'My Vision' by Jakatta featuring Seal kicks in. On the videotron, we see a vulture stalking in the skies. It rapidly descends and swoops all the way down to the ground. As this happens, pink pyro goes off and makes several fans in aisle seats jump. Out of the entrance way rushes a young man with a shock of blonde hair and a big brown coat which he is holding up behind him like a cape. Its material looks very similar to feathers. He is wearing pink rimmed glasses and pink shorts with 'DC' in cream letters. His boots and knee pads are also, you guessed it, pink. He looks to be mid-20s with a ripped but slight physique.
Erin Robbins: Whit woo! Who is this?
Zach Davis: That's Brent Alpine's step brother who we saw in Friday's promo. He was... odd, let's just say.
He produces a mic from within his vulture feather coat.
Dallas Culture: Namaste, blessings and positive energy from my heart chakra to yours!
Dallas Culture: My name is 'The Vulture' Dallas Culture! Is my step brother Brent Alpine alive? That is what I am here to tell you.
Zach Davis: Let's hope he's OK.
Dallas Culture: Following lengthy time in commune with my spirit guide, the beautiful Angel Aurelie, I now know that Brent Alpine is... de... dea...
Erin Robbins: Dead?
Dallas Culture: A... al... ali...
Erin Robbins: Alive?
Dallas Culture: A lion in the squared circle. Truly deadly. Yet I, Dallas Culture, spell the new dawn and everything that follows must be better than what went before.
Suddenly Caliban picks his mic up.
Caliban: Quit this shit. Is Brent OK or not?
Dallas Culture: Calm yourself, Caliban. You are draining my valuable zen energy. I asked the spirit realm about Brent but they say that it is not in my highest good to know. So that is that for now. The other side must be obeyed and respected. Speaking of celestial authority, the WCF have just granted me permission to be Brent's replacement in this match. So be thankful to Mother Nature and the loving Universe because you have attracted Dallas Culture into your lives! WATCH THIS...
Culture drops his coat and runs out to the ring. He jumps on the apron but trips and lands awkwardly on the mat. The crowd burst into hysterics as Sequitus shake their heads. Unaffected, Culture gets back onto the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: What's he doing?!
Culture motions for Caliban and MacNeil to get out of the way so he can have free reign at Redneck Nation. They do. He lauches off the turnbuckle with a perfectly executed Shooting Star Press. However, Young, Corona and Blanchard simply move away without any great effort and Culture lands on his chest to howls of laughter from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: This guy's a lunatic!
Collectively, Redneck Nation throw the fallen Dallas Culture out the ring. Caliban and MacNeil jump them from behind and a full on brawl commences. They exchange punches and jabs. Cormack momentarily gets the advantage before he is winded by a kick to the gut from the powerhouse Dory Blanchard. The numerical advantage for Redneck Nation pays dividends as both Caliban and MacNeil are floored.
Zach Davis: This is basically a handicapped match. No disrespect to Culture but he's greener than Slimer from Ghostbusters! Sequitus are severely depleted without Alpine or Ciserano.
Erin Robbins: Who they gonna call?
The referee tries to get order as Redneck Nation continue to stomp on Sequitus like a pack of dogs. They taunt them like hyenas and Blanchard appears to spit at them. Dallas Culture is motionless outside the ring. Fans begin to chant 'COME BACK BRENT'!
Zach Davis: I never thought I'd hear the fans show support for The Shine. They normally hate the guy.
Erin Robbins: You know what they say about absence?
The ref manages to persuade Young out of the ring. Blanchard stomps Caliban to the outside and leaves Corona alone in the ring with MacNeil. Corona picks up MacNeil and immediately unleashes a brutal northern lights suplex. He tags in Adam Young and lifts Cormack up into a headlock as if going for a DDT. Instead, the now legal man Adam Young flies off the turnbuckle and lands a leg drop over MacNeil's back. He drops several elbows on the Canadian brute. He then tags in Dory Blanchard. Blanchard executes a string of high impact moves - a scoop slam, a snap suplex and a powerbomb. He tags in Corona.
Erin Robbins: Redneck Nation with the early advantage.
With Adam Young shouting instructions from the apron, Corona locks MacNeil in a Boston crab. The fans clap to try to urge Cormack to writhe out and tag in Caliban. In a showing of insane strength, MacNeil manages to shift his way towards his corner while still in the crab submission. He stretches out a hand to tag Caliban but... NO! Collin Corona drags MacNeil back to the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: MacNeil could tap out here if he can't get the tag.
Again, MacNeil maneuvers powerfully towards the corner. Corona seems unstable in the hold and could release it at any second. The fans burst with anticipation as Cormack stretches a hand towards Caliban. Caliban leans through the ropes. Just as his hand is about to meet Cormack's for the tag, suddenly Dallas Culture jumps back onto the apron, clambers over Caliban and makes the tag.
Zach Davis: Caliban's pissed that the newbie stole his tag!
Culture jumps into the ring with a head of steam. Corona tags in Adam Young. Culture slaps 'The Villain'. Young no sells it and stands over Culture in fury. Dallas slaps him again. No impact. To giggles from the crowd, Culture raises his hand as if signalling to the spirit realm, twirls it around and seems to 'charge it up' with some sort of reiki energy. He directs a punch at Adam Young. Young blocks it and grabs his arm. Culture goes through the exact same routine with his other arm. Again, Young catches it. Then, Culture swirls around his head as if feeding off cosmic vibrations. He headbutts Young who sinks to the mat. The crowd cheer loudly. Alpine covers.
Kickout! He covers again.
Kickout! And again.
Kickout! Young gets up and smashes him with a clothesline. Culture sells it as though he has had his head knocked off and into another galaxy. He goes for the pinfall.
Caliban runs into break up the count with a boot to Young's head. Blanchard tries to chase him off but Caliban springboards off the ropes and catches him with a perfect hurricanrana. Corona rushes in and takes out Caliban with the Corona Kick. Cormack MacNeil races in and is absolutely on fire. He downs all of Redneck Nation with headlock takedowns, running knee lifts and mounted punches. Despite taking a stronger move, Caliban gets to his feet before Dallas Culture. He levels Adam Young with an Angle Cutter and throws him out of the ring. Young's head hits the barricade. Corona and Blanchard get up and engage in a ferocious brawl with Caliban and MacNeil. Culture is still down.
Zach Davis: Chaos in the ring! The ref's struggling to keep control of this!
Cormack starts to whip Corona to the ropes as Caliban is primed.
Fans: MURDERED YOU!
As Corona comes back of the ropes, Caliban catches him with a superkick to the head!
Erin Robbins: That might be all.
Zach Davis: But he's not the legal man.
The referee refuses to count. MacNeil and Caliban protest. Blanchard ambushes them with a Lariat that takes them both to the mat. Adam Young recovers and gets up to the apron. Blanchard lifts up Cormack and launches him to the ropes in order for Young to hit him with an elbow. Blanchard does the same thing again. This time, MacNeil ducks and spears Young back to the cold floor outside the ring. MacNeil throws Blanchard outside and onto Young.
Zach Davis: Sequitus are looking incredible here! Even with the very inexperienced Dallas Culture, they're tearing it up tonight.
Cormack signals to Caliban. His plan seems to be interrupted by the recovering Collin Corona who charges at him. However, Cormack cuts him off with a stiff brogue kick!
Erin Robbins: INSTANT HANGOVER!
Zach Davis: The referee could DQ them here! Who's the legal men?
Erin Robbins: I've lost track.
MacNeil smiles at Caliban as he sits on the turnbuckle. Caliban runs towards him and uses his massive frame, elevated higher due to the turnbuckle, as a launch pad to fly outside of the ring and hit Adam Young with a superkick to the head.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
The referee desperately tries to usher MacNeil outside the ring. However, he simply remains sitting on the turnbuckle with a toothy grin on his face. Caliban gets up from the outside and jumps onto the apron by MacNeil.
Zach Davis: No way! He's going to launch off MacNeil again!
Erin Robbins: How does he get that high?!
Caliban climbs up MacNeil and literally stands on his shoulders with total balance. The fans are going nuts. Dallas Culture and Collin Corona are still floored in the ring while Adam Young and Dory Blanchard are motionless on the outside.
Erin Robbins: He must be like 50 feet from the ground right now! This is crazy.
Caliban jumps off MacNeil with a double rotation shooting star press. He connects hard with Corona, to considerable cost to himself too.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! WCF! WCF! WCF!
Zach Davis: That... was... awesome!
The referee beckons MacNeil out of the ring. Cormack picks up Adam Young and throws him in the ring. He continues to attack Dory Blanchard on the outside.
Erin Robbins: MacNeil and Caliban seem amazing together.
Zach Davis: WAIT! I think Young is the legal man for Redneck Nation.
Erin Robbins: But who's the legal man for Sequitus?
Zach Davis: I can't remember.
Still dazed from the impact of his 'Imploding 630 Splash', Caliban groggily covers Adam Young. The referee doesn't count.
Zach Davis: Not Caliban I guess. Maybe MacNeil?
Suddenly, Dallas Culture recovers and pushes Caliban off Young. He lies on top of Young.
Erin Robbins: HAHA! The Vulture strikes!
The referee counts.
Dallas Culture jumps for joy in utter disbelief. Before anyone can react, he races out of the ring and runs to the entranceway. He does a merry jig at the top of the ramp. Caliban and MacNeill look at him in annoyance.
Kyle Steel: The winners of this match... Cormack MacNeil, Caliban... Sequitus! Oh, and 'The Vulture' Dallas Culture!
Culture taps his chest towards Sequitus as if he's their bro. MacNeil shakes his head in mild disgust while Caliban flashes him the middle finger.
Zach Davis: Well The Vulture lived up to his name there! However, the true winners here are Caliban and MacNeil who look sensational teaming together. Even though they are without Ciserano and Alpine, Sequitus look a much stronger unit tonight. Redneck Nation are tough sons of guns, no doubt, but they didn't have the intensity of Caliban and MacNeil tonight.
Erin Robbins: The big question is... is Alpine dead?
Zach Davis: Don't be silly, Erin. Careless speculation is not helpful.
Erin Robbins: I am a big fan of Brent but his step brother Dallas looks hot enough to fill the void for now. Hubba hubba!
Zach Davis: He's weird if you ask me.
Erin Robbins: I didn't ask you.
Zach Davis: Good.
Erin Robbins: Good.
Zach Davis: Fine.
Erin Robbins: Fine. What's the next match?
When Slam returns from commercial we see Stuart Slane standing in the ring. He’s got on the black Army jacket, red scarf, and green checkered flat cap and is waiting for the crowd to stop booing him.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam. As you can see, newly resigned WCF superstar Stuart Slane has come out to address the fans. What about I have no idea.
Erin Robbins: Who cares? I’m just happy he’s back.
The people in attendance clearly are not. Still, there comes a lull in the jeers, allowing Stuart to speak at last.
Stuart Slane: Slaneiacs, I have returned!
The boos start up again. Stuart, stone-faced, waits them out before continuing.
Stuart Slane: There is so much to say. About myself, about my upcoming match at Aftermath against Jonny Fly-
Nice pop when the Pantheon member is referenced.
Stuart Slane: - but I know you have not come to Slam tonight to listen. You’re here for action. You’re here for drama. You’re here for… hot fries.
The crowd has quieted down a bit, surprised they aren’t getting harangued by the normally pedantic stick in the mud. He smiles slightly, and elaborates.
Stuart Slane: For weeks now I have denied Jonny Fly that tangy tuber treat. Through subterfuge and sabotage I kept his favortie snack from him. But as I announced earlier this week through the social media; in the spirit of good sportsmanship, I have made the decision to lift the hot fry embargo.
Slane pauses to allow the fans to react. There’s some scattered, polite applause and a half-hearted “Hot Fries” chant.
Erin Robbins: What a magnanimous gesture from Stuart Slane. Especially after all that Fly has done to him.
Zach Davis: And what is that exactly?
Erin Robbins: Oh, you know, Zach. Don’t be coy.
Zach Davis: No, I really don’t.
Slane starts speaking again.
Stuart Slane: But why should Jonny be the only one to savor those delicious morsels? Bring them out, please.
Stu points to the stage. The arena’s speakers cue up Buster Poindexter’s “Hot Hot Hot!” as down the ramp comes a small flatbed truck painted in a whorl of reds, yellows, and oranges. The vehicle is flanked by a dozen women wearing old school “Josie and the Pussycat” style leotards, and driven by someone in a sunglass wearing cheetah costume. Spilling out from the back of the truck are thousands of bags of hot fries. The ladies scoop up the treats by the armful and move to the barricades to hand them out to the fans.
Zach Davis: Well, this is a surprise. I would never have expected Slane to be handing out free hot fries to the WCF Universe.
Erin Robbins: I know! I figured him to be more of a trail mix kind of guy.
Zach Davis: Will you shut the fuck up? I mean- stop. Will you stop?
The truck brakes at the base of the ring. The driver gets out and slides under the ropes. He starts playing to the crowd and does some impromptu break dancing that makes Stu’s left eye visibly twitch.
Stuart Slane: Yes, yes. That’s splendid.
He grabs the cheetah by the arm to make him stop his capering. Meanwhile, the women are moving up and down the aisles of the arena, passing out their wares.
Stuart Slane: People of Anchorage, this is my gift to you, and to Jonny Fly. Some fiery flavored finger food to warm these cold Alaskan nights. Eat hearty!
It’s at this point the song that is the bane of David Johansen’s existence cuts out and is replaced by "300 Violin Orchestra". The change causes the fans to pop huge.
Zach Davis: Here comes Jonny Fly!
Fly walks out onto the stage. He’s wearing his civilian clothes and a piqued expression. In his hand is a bag of the hot fries Slane’s been giving away. Slowly, he walks down to the ring and enters by way of the stairs. He asks for, and receives, a mic, and then turns to confront Stuart. Fly raises the hot fry bag above his head for everyone to see.
Jonny Fly: WHAT. THE. HELL. ARE. THESE?
Slane's expression switches to one of amusement. He answers the question.
Stuart Slane: Those are hot fries.
Fly shakes his head furiously
Jonny Fly: NO! No they are not, Slane. These are Chester's Hot Fries. CHESTER'S!
Stuart Slane: Right. Hot fries. It's right there in the name.
Jonny Fly: Man, Chester's Hot Fries are terrible! Nobody eats this shit. Where's the good stuff? Where's the Andy Capps Hot Fries?
Stuart Slane: Let me see if I understand this correctly. I come out here and end the Hot Fry embargo. I generously gift a bag of Hot Fries to the entire audience, and you're still complaining? Typical Jonny Fly.
Jonny Fly: Don't you turn this around on me, Slane. I know exactly what you're trying to do here. This is another one of your games.
With that statement, Fly opens up the bag of Chester's Hot Fries in his hand and puts in front of Slane's face.
Jonny Fly: Go ahead, try one. I dare you.
Slane looks at the bag with an expression similar to one opening up the refrigerator to spoiled milk.
Stuart Slane: I have a match later tonight with that unwashed heathen Zombie McMorris. Better to go into it on an empty stomach.
Jonny Fly: Come on, eat one. They're hot fries, right? They're all the same. Nothing to worry about. Eat one!
The crowd begins to get behind Fly and the chant of 'Eat One' begins to ring out from all corners of the arena. Scowling, Slane looks around at the crowd. He decides to indulge them and takes one hot fry out of the bag Fly's holding. He holds it up to his nose and sniffs it.
Stuart Slane: Ugh!
Jonny Fly: EAT IT.
Slane takes a large gulp and goes for it. He puts the hot fry in his mouth and slowly begins chewing. Approximately four seconds later, he spits up the hot fry
Jonny Fly: That's what I thought. They're disgusting, right?
The crowd begins to boo wildly at Slane. The first couple rows of the crowd begin to throw their Chester's bags back into the ring, pelting Slane in the process. He quickly scurries out of the ring and up the ramp, receiving more hot fry bag projectiles being thrown in his direction. The segment ends with Fly in the ring laughing as Slane disappears to safety behind the curtain.
Zach Davis: Next up folks is a special challenge match between Terry Roberts and newcomer Marshal Colins.
Erin Robbins: This match started with a back and forth between these two on twitter, apparently. Terry made the challenge, Colins agreed, and here we are.
Zach Davis: It's another proverbial David and Goliath, Terry eeked out a victory over Peter Quinn at Explosion, and now he faces another man much smaller than him.
Eric Robbins: Terry, as we all know, stands 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighed in at 260 pounds, while Colins stands 5 feet 9 inches and checked in at a very cruiser weight like 200 pounds.
Zach Davis: One advantage Colin's has is the element of surprise, this being his first match in WCF, no one knows what kind of style he uses or the kind of game plan me may utilize.
Erin Robbins: One thing is for sure, a victory here would send a loud and clear message to everyone in the locker room. Especially Internet champion Zombie McMorris, whom Marshal Colins has been having quite the war of words with lately.
The camera pans to the ring, with announce Kyle Steele already standing front and center.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match is a special challenge match, first, he hails from McKinney Texas, making his in ring debut here in WCF, give a special WCF welcome to COLIN MARSHAL!!
"The End Of Heartache" from Killswitch Engage plays over the house speakers.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't look like much Zach.
Zach Davis: This is definitely a trial by fire, Terry has been in the ring with some of the best WCF has had to offer, Colins will truly be tested straight out of the gate, I too am excited to see what this kid can do in that squared circle
Kyle Steel: Next, his opponent, he hails from Birmingham Alabama, WCF's very own Hellraiser, he is Terry Roberts.. the man called SYNN!!!
Zach Davis: Terry is a former WCF television and tag team champion, and beat a former television champion at Explosion, a win here could easily get him even closer to a shot at any of WCF's championships. And a win by Colins, would put him in line as well. This match up is extremely important for both competitors.
Colins leans up against a ring corner facing the entrance way as the first instrumental beats of Motorhead's "HellRaiser" ring out through the arena. The fans once again cheer awaiting Colins opponent. As the all familiar voice of Lemy begins singing the lyrics, the awesome laser lights and fireworks display begins, Colin keeps his game face on, he had to fight hard, a victory here tonight would show his detractors, such as WCF Internet champion Zombie McMorris, that it would be wise not to under estimate him
Erin Robbins: WHAT?
The camera pans over quickly, just in time to spot Terry crawling over the guard rail just behind Zach and Erin, he climbs over the announcers table, and right behind Marshal Colins.
Zach Davis: A tactic quite familiar with those who have been around for a while, Terry has used this to take opponents by surprise in the past.
Erin Robbins: It's dirty and underhanded, but then again Terry has never been one to play by the rules.
Colins, so focused on the entrance way to the wing, never hears the commotion behind him, only when Terry tosses "Sherri" over the top ropes as he himself slides under the bottom ropes into the ring does Colins concentration finally break, but the tactic worked, he is completely off guard and taken by surprise. He is not ready for an all out assault just yet, as he is rocked hard by several hard hitting right hands by Terry. The crowd goes nuts, a mixture of cheers and boos, but Terry completely ignores them at the moment, his main goal, his only goal, is getting the upper hand on the brash young rookie, and controlling the pace of the match. The referee quickly waves to the time keeper to ring the bell, thus officially getting the match underway
Erin Robbins: Terry getting the match started quickly, he ain't wasting any time tearing into Marshal here.
Zach Davis: He mentioned he wasn't none too happy with his showing at Explosion, he's had a week to brew over that match, we might be seeing a lot more of the old SYNN after how Quinn dominated that match.
Terry lightly rams his shoulder against Colins chest, before grabbing a free hand and whipping him into the opposite corner. Terry then continues the assault, whipping Colins back into the corner he was just in, the force of the blow causes Colins to stumble out, Terry scoops Colins up, twisting Colin over his body for a thunderous power slam. Terry then quickly strips off his non ring gear, hastily tossing them over the top ropes, then continues the attack on Marshal Colins.
Erin Robbins: I haven't seen chippendales strippers get undressed that quick
Zach Davis: Much more intensity, truly Explosion was a wake up call, as he put it. Colins is going to face a major up hill battle if he has any hopes of winning this match.
Erin Robbins: Don't count the man out yet Zach, Colins could very well surprise, as far as I am concerned, this is his match to lose, let's see what he has before we start passing judgement here.
Terry nails Colins in the head with several hard rights before Lifting Colins up to his feet. He powers the smaller man back into the corner, once again whipping him to the opposite side, but the fire in Colins has been stoked, enraged at the sneak attack his senses are at full alert, his face is twisted with anger, he absorbs the pain of hitting the turnbuckle. Jumping onto the second ropes he comes out of the corner with purpose hitting Terry in the chest with a forearm smash. Being smaller and lighter, it doesn't completely have the desired effect against the bigger man, Colins doesn't give a moments thought, heading towards the ropes, using the moment to hit another forearm smash, knocking Terry back, he presses the attack, shuffling past Terry to the opposite side, he springboards off the ropes, hitting Terry flush in the face with a backside elbow, he allows himself a quick few seconds to celebrate knocking Terry off his feet,
Zach Davis: There is some impressive speed and quickness, a good hit and run game plan here, giving up 8 inches and near 60 pounds, the longer this match goes, wearing Terry down could swing the match more in his favor.
Erin Robbins: Marshal looking good so far.
Not wanting to give this big man the chance to turn the tide, he has control of the match now, and he knows he has to keep it. Colins grabs a hand full of hair, hitting several hard kicks to the abdomen and chest before knocking Terry back into the ropes with a hard round house shin kick to the head,
Erin Robbins: Ouch
Zach Davis: Colins has the advantage, putting on an impressive offensive assault here.
Colins quickly hopes between the second and top ropes onto the ring apron, waving to the crowd to get them riled up, he grits his teeth, hoping his plan works, placing both hands on the top rope he leans far back using the tension to spring himself up and over, he reaches out wrapping hs arm around Terry's head, using his body weight to bring the big man crashing down head first onto the mat with a modified bulldog headlock.
Erin Robins: Some of that arial mobility and athleticism right there
Zach Davis: A catapult bulldog, he's trying to put Terry away early with a quick win,
Colins quickly spins around, wrapping a leg, hoping, praying to end the match quickly. The ref drops down to the mat, checking that both of Terry's shoulders are pinned
Erin Robbins: So close, but not enough
Zach Davis: He's got Terry reeling, he's definitely proving to be a very tough opponent,
The crowd cheers as Terry is just able to kick out before the three. Colins is not deterred, Pulling his hair back, He steps over where he is standing Terry's head, and begins to stomp him viciously, working over the entire body, starting at the shoulders, he works his way down, the arm, the wrist, the hand, etc,
Erin Robbins: He calls that the one up, working on each body part, further wearing down his opponent, gives him a better option of one body part to pick and work over.
Zach Davis: Shades of Ron Garvin's "Garvin's stomp". You are quite right Erin, a very effective all around move.
Colins then steps over to the other side, working his way up starting from the ankle all the way back up to the shoulder, satisfied that his opponent is sufficiently weakened, he drops down on top of Terry, grabbing a leg, the ref begins the count.
Zach Davis: So close, but just not yet enough.
Erin Robbins: Very good showing thus far, if this is a trial by fire, he's doing a damned good job of proving himself.
The crowd cheers as Terry once again kicks out just before the three. Colins grunts, biting his bottom lip shaking his head. Don't get frustrated, he tells himself, he had the match well in hand, that three count was getting closer and closer, he just had to press the advantage a little harder and soon his hand would be raised. Colins Grabs Roberts head, slowly lifting him up, when out of nowhere Roberts suddenly snaps up Marshal in his arms, takes several steps forwards and slams Marshal back first extremely hard onto the mat, wrapping a leg for the pin,
Erin Robbins: And just like that Terry swings the tide, such a dangerous man,
Zach Davis: An Oklahoma stampede, and from an Alabama native, there is a joke in there somewhere, but right now I want to see how well Colins handles adversity here, how tough is he and can he turn the tide back in his favor?
Colins is able to kick out, his mind is racing, that move came out of nowhere, keeping the panic from taking over he quickly rolls over, fighting to get back to his feet, he suddenly feels the massive arms of Terry wrapping around his midsection, he fights, but Terry is much too strong, as he feels himself being lifted up onto Terry's shoulders, he wiggles, kicking his feet trying to escape, but to no avail, Terry spins around two or three times, then brings Marshal back down front first, his face, chest, and stomach taking the brunt of the blow, knocking the wind out of him.
Zach Davis: Reverse powerbomb, Terry has control at this point, not looking too good for the newcomer.
Terry smiles out to the crowd, who are eating it up, he picks Marshal up, slapping him across the face once, twice, and finally a third time. before placing placing one hand upon his midsection, and the other just below Colin's throat, lifting him up, then pressing high overhead
Erin Robbins: Terry showing off a little of that impressive strength with a guerilla press slam
The face slaps angered Marshal, grabbing Terry's wrist just below his throat he shakes his body, twisting at the wrist, he's able to create enough unbalance in Terry's press that he falls back behind Roberts, he wastes no time, jumping up he hops up on Terry's back, climbing up until he sits on Terry's shoulders, he throws himself forward, toppling Terry to the mat, Marshal ducks, letting Terry's massive frame flip right over him landing back first to the mat, he reaches far over, just able to grab a leg for a pin attempt.
Zach Davis: OH, Colins showing no quit, slips out of Terry's grasp, and goes old school with a victory roll up.
Erin Robbins: WOW!!
Terry kicks out before the three, Marshal hops up, running to the ropes, but Terry shows his own cat like quickness, from a kneeling position he snaps up and forward, bringing Marshal down with a lariat clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Such deceptive speed for a man Terry's size, he hit Colins like a mack truck.
Zach Davis: Marshal has shown a lot of heart already, don't count him out just yet.
Terry follows up with a hard elbow drop straight to the sternum, Terry then hops up, dropping a knee to the chest, the blow lands dangerously close to Marshals throat, the referee pushes him back, admonishing Terry to follow the rules of sportsmanship inside the ring, the fans boo the move, also thinking it was intentional, Terry raises his hands, pleading his innocence.
Erin Robbins: That might have been intentional Zach. We all know Terry has a penchant for wanting to hurt his opponents as bad as he can.
Zach Davis: He can push the limits at times, but that might very well have been unintentional as well, either way the damage is done, Marshal is going to have to dig deep for some deep reserves here to get back into this, but I think he still has plenty of fight left, he's taken it to Terry pretty good in this match,
Marshal is able to get up to a sitting position, gasping trying to get back the oxygen Terry knocked out of him, Terry see's an opportunity and takes it, he slips past the ref, grabbing Marshal by the back of the head, flipping his body over pulling Colins head forward causing it to whiplash back, Colins grabs his neck, hearing the pop of his vertebrae, kicking his legs in pain, Terry doesn't waste a second, he steps up to his victim, Grabbing a hand full of hair, pulling hard as if trying to rip it out, the move works, Colins instinctively reaches for Terry's hands trying to relieve some of the pressure, Terry smiles, standing directly behind Marshal, he steps one leg over the shoulder, wrapping it around Colins throat, falls back, hooking the leg wrapped around Collins throat with his other leg by the ankle, and begins applying pressure to the carotid artery of his opponent.
Erin Robbins: What a neck whip, Marshal might need to see a chiropractor after that.
Zach Davis: Soften up that neck, and now he has the Figure four sleeper hold on tight, Colins is in a bad way here.
Colins struggles, but like a python it only causes the grip to grow stronger, as the blood to his brain is cut off, causing him to grow weaker. Colins calms himself, realizing that struggling is only making things worse, he tries to control his breathing, passing out would cost him the match by TKO, he ain't going out like that. He calms himself, looking up, he see's the grin on Terry's face, his lips curl, bringing his legs up underneath him he bridges, trying to relieve some of the pressure, Terry leans back, attempting to maintain control, excellent Colin thinks to himself, he uses the position to quickly roll over, taking Terry by surprise.
Zach Davis: Awesome reversal out of the figure four sleeper, this kid has fire, he's put on a hell of a match here tonight.
with the grip of the figure four sleeper severely weakend, Colins pulls his head out, grabbing Terry's hooked foot, he spins around, placing a leg between Terry's crossed legs, hooking the foot to the back of his thigh, throwing himself back, twisting the tendons and ligaments of Robert's legs, he bridges up, wrapping his palms around Terry's chin, pulling up to increase the pressure, and wrenching Terry's neck,
Erin Robbins: Slips out of the sleeper hold and returns the favor with an inverted figure four bridging face lock, Now Terry is in a bad way, Terry can't get to the ropes, we might see Synn tap out for the first time here in WCF.
Zach Davis: What a feather in Marshal Colin's cap that would be.
Terry struggles, refusing to give up, Colins continues the pressure. The referee questions Terry if he wishes to submit, Terry say's no. Colins fights to keep the hold on, but Terry's struggles causes too much stress and he can't keep the hold on long enough to make Robert's submit. He quickly releases the hold, spinning to his feet, he grabs Terry's hurt leg, rolling him over, he quickly snaps on a figure four, the crowd goes wild, sensing that the high flyer might win his first match by submission.
Zach Davis: this might be it, Terry fought through the first submission, but now finds himself in another, Colins is damned near putting on a technical submissions clinic against a submission master, what a showing by the new guy here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Definitely sending a message to all those in the back, he wants to make Synn submit, and he might right here, it's so close,
Terry screams in pain, struggling to break the hold, as Colins fights to keep it on tight. The referee kneels in front of Roberts, asking if he wishes to submit, Terry vehemently shakes his head no, he has too much fight still left in him.
Erin Robbins: I don't know how much more he can take, Colins has that figure four synched on tight,
Zach Davis: If there is one great weakness in Terry, is he doesn't know how to quit, he has far too much pride, he would rather pass out in pain than say those two words, I think Colins could win by TKO, he is so close to winning his debut match here.
Terry, attempting to reverse the leg lock, rolls to his right, but Colins rolls left, trying to block the reversal, Terry struggles harder to roll to his right, he gains a slight edge, but Colins is able to keep the hold on tight, leaning even harder to the opposite direction, but it was a ruse, without warning, Terry suddenly swings over to the left, using Colins lean against him he is able to reverse, but Colins quickly breaks the hold
Erin Robbins: Holy cow, Terry breaks out of a second submission,
Zach Davis: But the damage is done, Marshal definitely has the upper hand, he could be one more move away from having his hand raised in victory.
Terry crawls to the ropes, grabbing first the bottom strand, then the second as he fights his way up. Marshal jumps to his feet, Striking Terry's weakened knee with several stiff kicks, but Terry shoots back with a couple of hard hits to Colins face, rocking him backwards. Colins shows a few more tricks in his bag, hitting a flurry of punches and kicks at near cat like speed
Zach Davis: Colins showing off that martial arts ability, he's trained in Muay Thai for a few years, holding the equivalent of a black belt.
Erin Robbins: He's definitely proven a lot here tonight Zach, he's proven himself and then some in this match,.
Terry shoots back, taking a kick to the ribs, sucking hard as the wind is knocked out of him, but he is able to grab the leg before Colins can pull it back, wrapping it up, he bursts forward, driving his shoulder into Colins abdomen, wrapping a hand behind Marshal's knee cap, punching it out, Colins cries out in surprise as he falls backwards to the mat, he strikes hard at Terry;s head, but Terry takes the punches, he mounts Colins, breaking Marshal's guard, and begins to wail lefts and rights.
Erin Robbins: You talk about Colin's martial arts training, there is Terry's MMA background, he's one of the more dangerous men in WCF on the mat, this will be a true test for Marshal.
Colins quickly puts up a guard trying to block off the blows, allowing Terry to snatch an arm, he falls to the side, wrapping his legs around Colin's arm, Colins is able to hook his hands, blocking the armbar.
Erin Robbins: He better keep those hands clasped closed for all he's worth
Zach Davis: If he loses his grip, we all know Terry will try and break that arm, Colins needs to get out of this and fast,
Marshal fights his way to his feet, he is able to lean far enough over to grab a ring rope, the ref tells Terry to break, but he refuses, fighting to break Colins grasp of the rope, and break the mans arm. The ref begins the count,
Zach Davis: Terry bending the rules, he will do anything to win a match.
Erin Robbins: Terry is back in form since Explosion, and I have to say, definitely impressed with Marshal Colins, this kid is definitely showing us why he is in WCF, he's putting on a hell of a match here tonight.
Zach Davis: That he is, it's gone back and forth with no clear cut advantage going to either wrestler.
Terry realizes Colin's has a dead mans hold on the ropes, and releases before the five, he quickly rolls away and jumps to his feet, but Colins is already on top of him, landing a vicious Muay Thai flying knee that knocks Terry back against the ropes, Colins clinches him, Terry holds his hands close and tight in a block as Marshal's begins assaulting him with hard knee strikes, After several hard hits, Terry catches a fourth one, wrapping the leg up tight, Colins attempt to hop back and away from Terry, but to no avail, Roberts has the leg held fast.
Erin Robbins: There is that Muay Thai of Marshal Colins coming into play again, those knee strikes are right on point, he's really taking to Terry.
Zach Davis: Colins came in an unknown, and really shown us something here.
Terry sneers, but Colins is not fazed, he strikes out at Terry with several weak jabs, just enough to irritate Robert's. Colins then brings up his free leg, planting his knee against the chest, falling back he grabs the back of Terry's head, bringing Robert's down crushing his chest against Marshal's knee. This time Terry breaks his grasp, having all the oxygen knocked out of his lungs he falls to the side, gasping for air, Colins hops onto the second rope strands, flipping backwards landing a moonsault press, he isn't finished yet, he quickly hops out to the ring apron, climbing the ropes. Signaling the crowd, they cheer in unison as he leaps off, nailing a perfect 360 press, wrapping up Terry's legs, the ref checks the shoulders
Erin Robbins: More of that high flying ability on display right there
Zach Davis: WOW, that was text book perfect, he took Terry to the mat, wore him down and now might just finish him off.
The crowd cheers, showing their appreciating on the hard fought victory, both men have definitely given them a hell of a match. Colins stands up, smiling big as the ref raises his hands in victory, he looks down at the fallen Terry Roberts, laying on the mat, nodding his head, he points out the fans, who cheer louder.
Erin Robbins: Next stop, Zombie McMorris and the internet championship, Zach.
Zach Davis: He's definitely earned a shot there with an impressive victory Erin, We might very well be looking at the next Internet champion.
Erin Robbins: Consider the trial by fire successfully passed, What a debut here for Marshal Colins, indeed,
Terry sits in a corner, shaking his head trying to figure what he did wrong as he watches Marshal Colins, hand raised high in triumph, walking back to the locker room,
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. The WCF World Championship belt is around his waist. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies.
Zach Davis: Here comes the World Champ!
Erin Robbins: ONE of the World Champions.
Zach Davis: You aren't really buying into Waylon Cash's bullcrap are you?
Erin Robbins: Which one has been out here every week, Zach?
Zach Davis: Orbit was injured-- BY Waylon!
Erin Robbins: I don't want to hear the excuses. Waylon Cash is the real World Champion.
Zach Davis: Anyway, let's go to Orbit in the ring.
Orbit stands in the middle of the ring with a mic, and waits for the "OR-BIT" chants to die down.
Steve Orbit: I got some good news and I got some bad news. Which one y'all want first?
Orbit puts his hand to his ear, listening to each side of the crowd as they respond.
Steve Orbit: Aight, the good news first. The good news is that I'm all healed up, and I'm back. Concussion is gone, head is all healed up-- and I'm good to get back in the ring, a hundred percent. That's why I wanna announce, right now, in front of y'all... I'll be in action, next week, live on Slam!
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: There's more good news, and this is kinda... where it mixes with the bad news. As y'all know, Waylon Cash and John Gable defeated Torture and myself at Explosion. No excuses, aight-- they were the better team that night. But AFTER the match, I did somethin' that was more important to me than winning the match. I took back my stolen World Title from Waylon Cash, and it's back where it belongs-- right around my waist!
Crowd pops again. Orbit unhooks the belt from his waist and holds it in the air.
Steve Orbit: You'd think a man with as much gold as I have would be comfortable missing a peice, but this World Title is more than a decoration. It's more than just a strap. This is the WCF World Title-- a belt with a rich history in this company, held by the greats, legends and Hall of Famers. And to me, personally, it's a reminder of my greatest victory at Timebomb. Nobody can take that away from me. As hard as they try to tear me down, I ain't goin' nowhere. You can bash my head in, you can put me on the shelf, but I'll be back every single time-- faster, stronger and HARDER.
Crowd pops. Orbit throws the belt over his shoulder.
Steve Orbit: So here's the bad news. The bad news is for you, Waylon Cash. You shoulda finished the job. You shoulda taken me out of the game forever, because now I'm back, and now you gonna have to answer to me. Now you gonna have to pay up-- see, you owe me rent for the time you held on to this here belt. You owe me for the pain and suffering I had to go through with the hospital food, and the doctors without manicures and whatnot. But most of all, you owe me the time I lost away from what I love, away from where I belong-- in this ring, with all these people out here tonight.
Steve Orbit: I'm ready to set the date right now. Waylon, I know you backstage watchin'-- you think you the real World Champion? Aight, let's settle it the old-fashioned way. You, me, Aftermath-- World Title on the line.
Steve Orbit: You been talkin' a whole lot, Cash, here's your chance to back it up. At Aftermath, let's do this.
Orbit drops the mic and waits, looking towards the entranceway... and Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: This is NOT who Steve Orbit was expecting!
Instead of Waylon Cash, Seth Lerch steps out from the back. He shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: Orbit, what do you think you're doing?
The crowd boos.
Seth Lerch: You've been World Champion before, so you should understand this. Holding a Title doesn't automatically give you some magic match making powers. Being in S-PAC doesn't give Waylon magic match making powers. The only one with magic match making powers around here... is me.
More booing! Orbit shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: HOWEVER... I'm a man of integrity, and when you're right, you're right. Waylon Cash has more than earned his World Championship match against you, Orbit. So he doesn't need to come out and answer, because I'm making it official right now. At Aftermath, Waylon Cash versus Steve Orbit... IS ON!
The crowd pops! Orbit smiles as Seth turns around and heads towards the back.
Erin Robbins: Finally! Waylon Cash gets the chance to prove why he's the REAL World Champion, and after Aftermath, no one will be able to deny him!
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Elmer Bernstein’s “Great Escape Theme” plays as Slane marches from gorilla. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring, which he continues to power walk around before stomping up the steps. He wipes his feet on the ring apron and then enters the ring between the ropes. After moving to his corner, Slane loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics (Indian twists, deep knee bends, etc).
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Grant, Iowa... weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... STUART SLANE!
Zach Davis: Well, Scoutmas-- er, Stuart Slane, has returned. I never thought I would see the day.
Erin Robbins: Personally, I am thrilled to see him back in WCF. Slane is the type of guy who could go on to be an all-time great. He left at a time when his career was just heating up.
Zach Davis: He had a notorious reign with the Internet Title, trying to impose his will on the company and the fans-- followed by a United States title reign. Where he tried to impose his will on the company and the fans.
Erin Robbins: He's a man of principle. And I think it's worth mentioning that he beat the current World Champion, Steve Orbit, at One 2013 to pick up the US title. Ending Orbit's record-setting reign.
Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from New York... weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds... THE HONEY BADGER... ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
Zach Davis: And of course a returning Zombie McMorris as well.
Erin Robbins: The Honey Badger don't give a shit. If he wants a couple of months off, he takes a couple of months off. And he comes back when he feels like it. Why? Because we all want to see him. These people pay to see the Coked Up Mad Man.
Zach Davis: ... If you say so.
DING DING DING
Ref calls for the bell and we're on. Zombie rushes Slane with a flurry of punches as Slane adopts a defensive position. Zombie backs Slane to the ropes and hits a couple of body blows before Slane drops down and rolls out of the ring, taking a walk.
Zach Davis: Smart move by the former Scoutmaster.
Zombie leans over the ropes, yelling for Slane to bring it on. Slane hops on the apron and ducks a right hand by Zombie-- he hops back off the apron, grabbing Zombie's head and snapping it on the ropes. Zombie stumbles backwards but maintains his footing. Slane slides in the ring and goes to work, hitting Zombie with right hands and forearm smashes. He whips Zombie to the ropes and drops him with a running clothesline, followed by a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Gonna take more than that to stop the Honey Badger.
Slane pulls Zombie up, but Zombie elbows him in the gut. Back to his feet, Zombie follows with a knee lift. Another knee to the head and Zombie puts Slane in a front facelock. Slane begins to pry Zombie's arms off... and Slane transitions into a hammerlock. Zombie with a back elbow, catches Slane between the eyes and breaks the lock. Zombie with a headlock takeover and Slane is grounded.
Zach Davis: Both of these guys are used to being the big man in the ring. Neither of them are used to an even match, which is what we have here.
Erin Robbins: I'd say Slane is more physically fit, but the coke has got to give Zombie an extra boost as well.
Slane gets to his feet and elbows his way out of the headlock. The two men lock up. Zombie with a side headlock, he lifts Slane for a vertical suplex... and drops Slane across the ropes for leverage, finishing up a slingshot suplex. McMorris with a series of stomps to Slane's upper body and head. Slane tries to fight to his feet, but Zombie picks him up for a scoop slam. Zombie covers Slane.
Erin Robbins: No, Slane kicks out before two.
Zombie runs to the ropes and on the return, executes a senton splash-- Slane rolls away and McMorris lands flat on his back. Slane takes a moment to recover and shake out the cobwebs. Both men get to their feet at the same time. Slane with a right hand, catches Zombie on the jaw. Slane with another right hand and Zombie is dazed, Slane hits the ropes and drops Zombie with a running shoulder block. Zombie gets back up, Slane with another running shoulder block. Slane pulls Zombie off the mat and sets him up for a pumphandle gutbuster.
Zach Davis: Neither one of these guys are showing any signs of rust. Tight contest so far.
Erin Robbins: I'm sure Stuart Slane is up at 4AM training every day. Zombie is probably up at 4AM too, but... well, I guess he's doing his own type of training.
Zach Davis: Fat girls and blow isn't training.
Erin Robbins: It is for Z-Mac. It's his spinach.
Slane and Zombie are back to their feet. Slane with a big right hand and drops Zombie with a clothesline. Slane climbs to the second turnbuckle and as Zombie starts to get up, he leaps off with a double axehandle-- Zombie with a big boot to the face, catching Slane mid-air! Both men are laid out for a few moments. They both start to get up and they trade punches in the middle of the ring. Slane grabs Zombie and whips him to the ropes-- Zombie reverses. Slane ducks a clothesline on the return, but Zombie catches him with a snap powerslam after that. Zombie hits the ropes and lands the running senton this time. He covers Slane.
Zach Davis: Slane shoots a shoulder up at two!
Erin Robbins: Neither one of these guys is looking to lose their return match, that's for sure. Stuart Slane is gunning for Jonny Fly and looking to make a statement. Zombie is... well, he's looking for a party, but I'm sure he's watching to see who's gonna win the Internet Title tournament as well.
Zach Davis: No doubt about it, McMorris is back to reclaim the title that he has declared his own on many occasions.
Zombie stomps at Slane, not allowing him to get up. With Slane struggling to get back up, Zombie backs into the corner.
Erin Robbins: Stay down, Stu, you aren't gonna like this!
Zombie charges forward with the punt kick...
Zach Davis: BOOT PARTY-- NO!
Slane slips out of the way and grabs the foot!
Zach Davis: Slane with a single-leg takedown into an ankle lock!
Erin Robbins: Stuart Slane hasn't lost a step.
Slane stands above Zombie, wrenching his foot as the ref checks McMorris. Zombie is refusing to quit although the pain is written all over his face like a Mike Tyson tattoo.
Zach Davis: Is Zombie McMorris gonna tap out tonight?
Finally, Zombie inches towards the ropes and Slane waits until the five-count to break the hold. Stuart Slane drops a knee to Zombie's head. Another knee drop and he applies pressure to Zombie's neck until the ref has to pull him off, threatening disqualification. Slane now with a fist drop and then he backs off, taking a breather. Zombie slowly gets up, holding his neck. When Zombie gets to both feet, Slane charges with a spear, lifting him into a one-armed spinebuster!
Zach Davis: Slane snaps Zombie's body to the mat with authority!
Slane paces around Zombie for a few moments before grabbing his legs and beginning to set him up for the inverted cloverleaf.
Erin Robbins: McMorris is about to get Knotted Up!
But Zombie manages to boot his way out of Slane's grasp. Slane stumbles back and Zombie jumps up, grabbing Slane for a double-arm DDT!
Zach Davis: World Tour '69! Zombie McMorris nails it! Here's the pin!
Erin Robbins: NOT ENOUGH! Scoutmaster kicks out before three!
Both men are laid out.
Zach Davis: What a match. As I said earlier, neither man wants to lose their return match-- and this is two BIG returns.
Erin Robbins: Look, no matter who wins tonight, both of these guys are going to go on to raise hell in the company, in their own way. That's a given.
Zombie and Slane slowly get up. They slowly trade right hands, each man stumbling back with each blow, but still coming back for more.
Zach Davis: Slane looks like he's picking up steam!
Slane hits a couple of big right hands, as Zombie is stunned. Slane goes behind Zombie and puts him in a half nelson...
Erin Robbins: SLANE SLAM!
Slane lifts Zombie and drops him into a bridging Olympic slam.
DING DING DING
Elmer Bernstein’s “Great Escape Theme” plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Stuart Slane wins his return match against Zombie McMorris!
Erin Robbins: Zombie is still going to be a force here, even after this slip up tonight.
Slane raises his arms in the ring as Zombie walks to the back.
Mark Dillinger can be seen moving backstage after his match with Night Rider, muttering to himself as he walks, his words inaudible. The camera angle is parallel to the match as he walked, so the hallway wall is visible as he continues forward. He passes an open door without even glancing into it, so he doesn't notice Terry Roberts step out behind him until the man speaks up.
Terry Roberts: Hey Nate, wait up a second.
Having been called by "that name" since his arrival in the company, Mark turns to the man, holding his stump out to emphasize his real identity. Mark cocks his head, curious about this man's sudden appearance.
Terry Roberts: Just wanted to say congratulations for your big win at Explosion. Scoops and Buzz didn't stand chance.
This statement was not the one Mark had been expecting, so his prior hostility dissipates at these words.
Mark Dillinger: Ummm . . . thanks, Terry.
Terry Roberts: I feel like I should be thanking you. Between you and the doctor, you should be able to put the Shadows exactly where I want them. Take their gold and then I'll take everything else.
Terry steps forward, his voice lowering to whisper to Mark. Of course, the camera picks up everything he says
Terry Roberts: Word of advice, though; don't go at this alone. In the ring, I'm certain that Team Science can handle the Shadows every time. But the thing about Shadows is they fall upon you everywhere. You need someone to watch your back out there come Aftermath.
Mark looks at Terry with yet another puzzled look.
Mark Dillinger: Someone like you, I presume?
Terry Roberts: I mean, who else would you think? The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Let me watch your back out there and I guarantee that the odds will be in your favor.
Mark's visage changes as he ponders the mans words.
Mark Dillinger: No.
He shakes his head as Terry looks on surprised.
Mark Dillinger: No, its not my decision to make. But I will pass it on to the good doctor, the one who'll make the final call. That's all I can promise.
Terry Roberts: Aftermath is two weeks away, so I have time to wait, so go on and consult the doctor. I'm sure he'll see the logic behind my words as well.
The two men nod to one another, parting ways. They head in opposite directions, the camera focusing on Dillinger. Mark turns suddenly, calling out to Terry, who is off-screen by now.
Mark Dillinger: By the way, Terry, the name is Mark Dillinger, nothing else.
And this is when the scene fades out.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of fire come down from the rafters and hit the stage setting it ablaze. Way of the sword begins to play, as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the flames. As the flames die down there in the center of the stage is a woman dressed in black mounted on a black horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as the flames roll down either side of the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, removing the long cloak that is around her shoulders and awaits her opponent.
Zach Davis: Great entrance by Ms. D'evil as always. The Shadows have been on a nice roll lately. Denise has a tough opponent ahead of her though.
Erin Robbins: As you know, Zach, I'm a major proponent of the Doctor and his philosophies.
Zach Davis: Yes, you've made that known, Erin... ad nauseam.
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!!!
Erin Robbins: Why is Stanley Moser doing ring announcing?
Zach Davis: Why not?
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.
Zach Davis: Not sure why senior referee Stanley Moser was doing the ring announcing during Micayle's intro--
Erin Robbins: Zip Wingdinger has been pushing him out the door for months, Zach.
Zach Davis: Nonetheless, Doctor Remus Micayle truly cuts an imposing figure. The former United States Champion is looking to send a message to one half of the reigning Tag Team Champions tonight.
Erin Robbins: One half of the champs versus one half of the top contenders. This is a statement match right here for both superstars.
Zip Wingdinger calls for the action to begin and Denise and Remus immediately circle the ring before locking up. Denise drops down for the single leg and tries to get the takedown, but Remus answers with a knee to the bridge of her nose.
Zach Davis: Pinpoint knee strike by the Doctor! I hear this man graduated from Stanford with a Ph.D... in violence!
Erin Robbins: Hardy har, Zach. Crack all the jokes you want, but Doctor Micayle knows how to hurt people.
Micayle goes to work now with crisp boxing strikes, snapping Denise's head back with jabs, crosses and hooks before punctuating his flurry with a mean uppercut that drops Denise to the mat.
Zach Davis: The Death Bringer is in trouble early on in this match up!
Erin Robbins: This might not be early on, Zach-- this might be the end!
Remus shows utter disdain for Denise as she crawls to her knees. He levels her with a running knee lift. She gets back up. He hits a chop block to the back of her knee. She still won't stay down. The Doctor punishes The Death Bringer with a snap neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Remus is relentless!
Erin Robbins: "Remus is relentless!" I like that, Zach. We should put it on the T-shirt along with a picture of the Doctor's handsome face!
Remus lands multiple stomps to Denise's lower abdomen before abruptly dropping to the mat and strangling the life out of her, a demented look on his face.
Zach Davis: Is this really necessary? The man has a size and strength advantage! Can you compete like a gentleman, Doctor?
Erin Robbins: Oh shut up, Zach. Remus is trying to make a point: Denise should be at home, barefoot and pregnant, not competing in a match against him!
Zach Davis: I thought you were a feminist!
Erin Robbins: The Doctor has... shown me the way!
Remus finally breaks the strangle hold after a severe threat of disqualification from the referee. Remus smiles sadistically as he glares at the fans, drawing a loud chorus of boos from the WCF Universe.
Zach Davis: These humble, hard working Alaskans don't care for the Doctor's snobbish and chauvinistic ways. These people elected Sarah Palin to public office, for crying out loud!
Erin Robbins: Idiots. Inbred, gap toothed yokels.
Zach Davis: They pay our bills!
Erin Robbins: Oh relax they can't hear me. Too busy booing. Unwashed, slack jawed ignoramuses.
The Doctor's taunting proves to be unwise, as Denise rises to her feet and cracks him in the jaw with a roundhouse kick.
Zach Davis: Denise D'evil shows out her martial arts expertise!
Erin Robbins: Where the hell did she learn how to throw a kick like that in Sleepy Hollow?!
Denise, though a bit groggy, grits through the pain of Micayle's earlier onslaught and clotheslines him to the mat. Remus gets back up. Denise clotheslines him again. Remus returns to his feet once more. And Denise drops him down with another clothesline! The crowd is going nuts
Zach Davis: Denise is a house of fire right now!
Erin Robbins: No! This can't be happening! She's just a tiny woman! The Doctor is big and strong with a brain like Einstein on that Carl Jung tip!
Remus is scrambling now, trying to recover his bearings. Denise doesn't give him time. She scoops him from the mat and flips him to the canvas with a stiff German suplex into a bridging pin.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
The Doctor shuffles to his feet, ducks another kick from Denise and runs right through her with a big boot. Denise crumples to the mat.
Zach Davis: The Doctor answers right back!
Erin Robbins: Yes! Suck it, Denise! Huzzah!
Remus breathes a sigh of relief before grappling Denise with a single underhook and throttling her with multiple kneelifts.
Zach Davis: Remus is a brilliant man but his style isn't flashy. His offensive strategy is to HURT people.
Erin Robbins: Denise's pretty little face is getting a makeover right now hahaha!
Remus smiles big for his critics as he delights in punishing Denise. D'evil has a trick up her sleeve however. She blocks a kneelift by Remus, grabs both of his legs and flips him to the mat for a bridging pin. She floats through it however and grabs both of his legs with full leverage before flipping Remus into a Boston Crab. Remus is stunned as his face is pressed into the mat, body contorting, legs being stretched by the Death Bringer.
Zach Davis: Denise D'evil is showing up something right now! A technical know-how and a grit that few possess!
Erin Robbins: You're kidding me, right? How can this be? Give it up, Denise! You're embarrassing yourself!
Zach Davis: She's making Remus howl in pain!
Erin Robbins: He's humoring the poor lass, Zach! The man is a Stanford graduate, you think he can't figure out the formula for escaping such an academic grappling technique as the Boston Crab? Please!
Remus writhes in pain while Denise cranks the pressure on his legs. Zip checks in with Remus to see if he wants to give it up, but Remus shoos the ref away. Remus grits his teeth, presses forward on the mat with all of his valor, reaches... reaches... reaches...
Zach Davis: He's got the ropes!? No, he's gonna tap! No, he's got the ropes?!
Erin Robbins: He's got em! He reached the ropes! Break the hold, you hussy!
Zach Davis: Oh you mean like how Remus broke his choke hold earlier!?
Erin Robbins: He was massaging the woman, Zach! Her neck bones were utterly discombobulated. The man is a medical professional!
Denise releases the Crab, respecting the ref's instructions, however she wastes no time lifting Remus and trying for a Tiger Suplex. Remus tries a back kick/ low blow but Denise's poon absorbs the strike and lifts him from the mat all the same. Denise plants Remus with the devastating suplex and bridges for another pin attempt.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Denise D'evil is wearing her big girl pants tonight and she's giving the Not So Good Doctor all he can handle!
Erin Robbins: Oh shut up, Zach, this is an abomination against science!
Zach Davis: Denise is setting him up now! Looks like she's going for There Can Be Only One, that Book End finish that she loves!
Erin Robbins: No! Remus is fighting out of it! Elbows! Elbows to the head over and over again! This is what Remus does better than any one! He has a counter for every hold!
Denise tries to hang onto the grip for her finish, but Remus is wearing her down with elbow strikes. Finally he escapes her grapple and plants her with a DDT.
Zach Davis: That's a momentum killer right there! Denise almost had this match in the bag--
Erin Robbins: You don't know that, Zach, the woman's appendix could have burst at any moment!
Zach Davis: What are you talking about, Erin?
Erin Robbins: She could have appendicitis! Good thing she's in there with the Doctor!
Zach Davis: Maybe you should talk to the Doctor about getting medicated--but oh wait! Remus has that crazy look in his eyes! He's just stalking Denise now, waiting for her to get to her feet!
Erin Robbins: I think the Doctor is ready to send The Death Bringer to the morgue, hahaha!
Denise climbs to her feet, Remus charges her with a running high impact lariat attempt.
Erin Robbins: Yes! Yes! The Formula!
Zach Davis: No! She ducked!
Denise has the move scouted. After ducking it she plasters Remus with a dropkick and then takes him down with a deftly executed Russian legsweep.
Zach Davis: Dismount into Going Under The Bridge! Denise could have the win!
Erin Robbins: No! No! Remus, kick out!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Remus roars back to his feet, stunning Denise, shoving her back and crushes her with The Formula!
Zach Davis: What the hell! Remus just hit The Formula from out of somewhere!
Erin Robbins: The Doctor proves yet again that no one escapes scientific reality. No one is immortal. Sleep well, Denise!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Micayle wins it! Denise put up a hell of a fight, gave the Doctor all he could handle, but Remus was just a bit tougher tonight.
Erin Robbins: Zach, it played out exactly how I expected it would.
Zach Davis: You thought Remus would win in a rout!
Erin Robbins: No, no. I knew Denise would put up a fight, but Remus... Remus is the man of my Dreamus!
Zach Davis: Terrible, Erin. Just terrible.
"The Stringless Violin" plays over the PA, the fans booing relentless, the ref raising Remus's hand and Remus promptly ripping it away from him. Remus glares down at Denise and makes the title back gesture with his hands around his waist. Remus wants the tag belts and he wants them bad.
Zach Davis: We are going to cut to the back now with Hank Brown. He has been working on a developing story about something happening at the arena tonight.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, it’s called Slam; great scoop there Hank.
The cameras cut to the back. The camera man is following Hank Brown down a hallway after Seth Lerch. Hank has a clipboard in one hand and a microphone in the other. Brown finally gets close enough to Seth to ask him a question.
Hank Brown: Sir, sir, can I get a word on this petition.
Seth: What petition?
Hank Brown: This petition to get you fired.
That stops Seth, who turns and grabs the clipboard.
Seth Lerch: Where did you get this?
Hank Brown: From some college student outside the arena before the show started. He told me Natural ICE Beckman gave him and his buddies $50 each do get people to sign it.
Seth Lerch: How many of these college students were there?
Hank Brown: Hard to tell, but the one I talked to said they had over 10,000 signatures.
The crowd cheers that, considering some of them signed it.
Erin Robbins: Shut up you idiots! Boss of the year is Mr. Lerch!
Seth Lerch: These sheep will sign anything you place in front of them; they probably thought they were getting a free t-shirt.
Hank Brown: They did, it said something bad..never mind.
Seth Lerch: I will take care of ICE, don’t you worry.
Hank Brown: Oh and there is one more thing.
Zach Davis: Hank is looking as nervous as Night Rider on his wedding day.
Seth Lerch: Just tell me.
Hank Brown: There have been reports of caribou in the parking lot...and beavers in the food service area.
Seth Lerch: Beckman that fucking-....My Office!
Erin Robbins: Oh that Beckman is going to pay!
Zach Davis: It’s a mad dash!
Seth turns and begins to book it down the hallway, with Hank and the camera man in hot pursuit. Seth reaches an intersection in the hallway. He is the first to turn the corner and then quickly comes back as a Moose rumbles down the hallway past them!!
Zach Davis: Was that a moose?
Erin Robbins: What the hell is going on back there?!
Seth is almost to his office when Hank spills out, due to some fresh Moose poo!
Zach Davis: Hank is down!
Erin Robbins: And disgustingly dirty!
The cameraman avoids Hank and get to the office door with Seth. Seth opens the door; we see the look on Seth’s face before the camera pans over to see...
Zach Davis: GEEESE!!
Erin Robbins: Tons of them...at least 20!
Zach Davis: Look, at the wall, “To Seth, From ICE”! And oh my, look at all their droppings!
Erin Robbins: They have soiled everything! That is disgusting!!
Seth doesn’t say another word, but you can see the rage on his face as he walks away.
Zach Davis: ICE Beckman is digging himself a grave I think.
Erin Robbins: Releasing Wild Animals in the back, he is an animal! I can’t wait for Seth’s comeback!
The lights in the arena go out. “Hello Zepp” begins to play over the PA. A dark red lights begin to turn on throughout the arena. Smoke begins to cover the floor of the entrance ramp. Slowly walking out from the back there are two figures seen, one is very large and well build wearing a long trench coat, and the second is tall wearing a dark red suite with a black cane in his hand. 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, the man accompaning him stands behind him waiting.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds, be accompanied by Lou Sipher, 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, Lou Sipher following 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. Sipher makes his way to the stairs and enters into the ring through the second rope. Crisis 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 Lou Sipher. The man from hell stands motionless in the ring staring up the entrance ramp awaiting. Sipher stands next to him and gloats to the crowd.
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 starts the fight as quickly as possible.
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. 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 opponents.
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: These three are fighting for the much coveted People's Championship... here we go!
Mary Mac runs at Crisis and goes for a Dropkick, but Crisis sidesteps it. Mary gets back to her feet and Crisis grabs her by the throat and tosses her away. Richards runs at Crisis but Crisis grabs him too and executes a Spinebuster!
Erin Robbins: Crisis firmly in control! What else would you expect from a man such as he?
Crisis then stomps at the two opponents before kicking Richards out of the ring. He then picks Mary Mac up and executes a mean uppercut, sending her reeling. She flies back into the turnbuckle, stumbles out of it, and Crisis lifts her up and drops her.
Zach Davis: GUERILLA PRESS SLAM!
Crisis drops and pins her.
No!, Richards quickly breaks it up, diving into Crisis. Richards then drops several elbows into Crisis' head as Crisis gets to his feet, and hits Crisis with several elbow strikes to Crisis' head. Richards bounces off the ropes and hits him with a running Big Boot!
Erin Robbins: What a strike!
Crisis doesn't go down. Crisis decides to drop him with a quick Neckbreaker into pin!
No!, Mary Mac breaks it up! Mary quickly picks Richards up and runs at him. She goes for a Running Bulldog but he pushes her away. She stumbles up and Richards takes her down with an STO.
Zach Davis: Great move there-
Crisis grabs Richards and hits a Belly to Back Suplex! He then drops and pins him.
No!, Richards kicks out. Crisis lifts Richards up and goes for a Pedigree, but Richards counters with a Back Bodydrop! The crowd cheers as Crisis stumbles up and Richards hits him with an eye rake before dropping him with an STO.
Erin Robbins: Awesome combo there.
Zach Davis: Yeah.. awesome..
Richards goes for the pin.
No!, Crisis kicks out as Mary Mac also breaks it up. Mary Mac lifts Richards up and DDTs him to the mat. Mary then climbs to the top.
Erin Robbins: Mary Mac, going high risk!
Zach Davis: She's high risk.. but will she pay the price?
Crisis is up and he grabs Mary Mac and throws her off the turnbuckle and onto Richards!
Crisis quickly grabs her, breaking up the accidental count. He executes an Inverted DDT before dropping down to the mat.
No!, Mary Mac kicks out. Crisis grabs her and lifts her before hitting a Belly to Belly Suplex, sending her flying out of the ring. He then turns to Richards.
Erin Robbins: Crisis firmly in control here..
Crisis grabs Richards and chokes him for several moments before lifting him up. He then executes a Pumphandle Slam!
Zach Davis: DAMN! What a move!
Crisis pins Richards!
No!, Richards kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Thought he had it..
Crisis picks Richards up but Richards begins fighting back. He takes Crisis down with a Short Arm Lariat. Crisis gets back to his feet but Richards is ready for it. He takes him down with a Neckbreaker. The man known as Crisis gets up one more time and Richards whips him to the ropes, lifts him up as he comes back..
Zach Davis: Death Valley Driver!
Richards drops down and pins Crisis, hooking the leg.
NO!, Crisis kicks out, just before Mary Mac breaks it up!
Erin Robbins: So close!, but Mary Mac just made sure she didn't lose her chance at the People's Championship!
Mary Mac backs up as Crisis works his way to his feet. She then runs at him..
Zach Davis: Fameasser! In other circumstances I'd LOVE to get that move from her.
Erin Robbins: Don't be sexist. That fucking hurt, I'm sure.
Crisis is down. Mary Mac turns to Richards and executes a Spinning Wheel Kick. He grabs her foot and doesn't take the kick; instead he reverses it into a Dragonscrew Legwhip! He stomps on her thigh before lifting her up. He grabs her and executes a Sambo Suplex!
Zach Davis: What a Suplex! Here's another pin...
No!, Crisis breaks it up! Crisis lifts Richards up and spins him around, not wasting a beat. He kicks him in the gut..
Erin Robbins: POWERBOMB INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!
After that move, Richards rolls out of the ring. Crisis then turns to Mary. He pulls her in and lifts her up..
Zach Davis: Here comes the Death Drop!
But Mary Mac reverses it!, rolling Crisis up in a Victory Roll!
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!
Zach Davis: MARY MAC WINS IT!
The bell sounds as Mary Mac rolls away. Crisis sits up, holding his head in shock.
Kyle Steel: And your winner... THE PEOPLE'S CHAMPIONSHIP NUMBER ONE CONTENDER..
Mary Mac gets to her feet.. Kyle raises her arm.
Kyle Steel: MARY MAC!!!
The crowd cheers as Crisis rolls out of the ring, shaking his head angrily, not knowing what the hell happened. Richards holds his head in pain too, unsure of the same thing.
Erin Robbins: Silly men. Don't ever underestimate women such as Mary Mac!
Zach Davis: But we've got our first woman versus woman People's Championship match coming up.. Mary Mac versus Stacy Robinson.. can't wait!
We get the usual opening to a taped segment for "What's the Buzz?": Bryan Worthy standing in front of a green screen showing the show's title. Worthy is in his WCF blazer, and is still selling the injury he received at the hands of The Legion last week.
Bryan Worthy: Welcome to "What's the Buzz?". Tonight's guest is a man who is synonymous with the Wrestling Championship Federation. One of the most highly decorated wrestler in the company's long history, Logan is also among its most compelling personalities. We sat down with "The Face of Treachery" earlier in the week to discuss a variety of topics, starting first with his most recent title win.
The scene shifts Buzz sitting opposite Logan on the studio set. Logan's dressed casually, and has the Hardcore Belt draped over his shoulder.
Bryan Worthy: Congratulations on taking back the Hardcore Title at Explosion. How's your foot feeling?
Logan: Thank you, thank you. It's not so bad, just missing a toe. Haha. I'm working on that though. Trying to adapt with it. You know, initially I thought, well it's just a pinkie toe... but I guess I kind of got used to it being there, and now it's not.
Bryan Worthy: You are a multi-time World Champion, United States Champion, and now Hardcore Champion. Where does this title win rank among the others?
Logan: It's, uh, pretty cool. Obliviously the World Championship is more prestigious, but yeah, I don't know... rather it's the Tag Titles or the United States Title - it's just a cool feeling to win a championship. It never gets old.
Bryan Worthy: What would you say is your greatest achievement in WCF? How about your deepest regret?
Logan: Probably winning WCF's third annual War. The year before I was the last one eliminated, so when the next years War came around I was pretty thirsty, and it was my first ever time winning the World strap. So, yeah, that's a hard experience to replicate. It felt like the hard work had finally paid off, ya' know? But like I said, winning gold never gets old. You just seem to get a natural high from it. My deepest regret? H'm... cliche' as it may sound - I don't think I have any - none that come to mind at least.
Bryan Worthy: I asked this question to your fellow Hall of Famer Bobby Cairo, and I feel its appropriate to ask you as well: if you were to create a Mount Rushmore honoring the Wrestling Championship Federation, which four people would you put on it?
Logan: Seth Lerch, naturally. Then maybe Jack of Blades, he was a pretty good friend of mine, and I think his talent and work inspired a lot of future WCF superstars. Definitely one of a kind. You could probably also put Steve Carr's face on there, who is really like the spiritual founder of the company, because if not for him who knows what direction Seth would've taken. Lastly, I'd say... MYSELF. I am Mr. WCF after all!
A sheepish grin found Logan's mouth.
Bryan Worthy: You are one of the original WCF superstars. How does the company of today compare to its early days?
Logan: Ya' know I try not to think about the past too much, or - or let myself be engulfed by it. But, uh, sometimes it's pretty crazy to think that I'm the only actual superstar on the roster, part time or full time, that has been around since the very first WCF show. This company has had a LOT of people. I think the earlier days of WCF were more raw maybe, like a more wild west type of style? The recent Sarah Twilight no rules era kind of reminded me of that - kind of. This place has always had an competitive atmosphere, but I think the biggest difference with WCF today than say... the WCF of the early 2000's, is that now you see more of a variety, especially in the female department. But like I said, it's always been competitive, and this place has had a lot of great talent and it still currently does. It'd be pretty interesting to say the least if you placed this current generation of WCF into a very earlier one, or the other way around.
Bryan Worthy: The Wrestling Championship Federation's roster is always fluid, with a lot of turnover. Who among the current talent impresses you?
Logan: Definitely ICE. He's one of those guys that plays to the tune of his own horn. Very fun to watch him rather it's his promos or matches. Stacy Robinson too, she's really improved since her debut. She's went from victim to warrior. Mr. 'Buzz' Worthy, of course. Haha. Not to blow too much smoke, but it's cool to see you taking an interest to do this sort of thing. I don't think I've ever really seen it done before. There is a ton of other people, like Jayden Thunder, and Chelsea Black Armstrong - she's been on a streak. It's difficult, like you said, we get so much turnover.
Bryan Worthy: There have been some on the roster that claim you don't have what it takes anymore, and that in this new WCF you are just another wrestler. You yourself have openly admitted to 'not caring' about your performance in the ring. Do you feel your most recent run with the company has been a disappointment?
Logan: I wouldn't think so. Yeah, sometimes, I just try to have fun with whatever is going on, but they're other times like Explosion... where you can't help but put everything out there or recognize the importance of what's happening.
Bryan Worthy: I mentioned Bobby Cairo earlier. During my interview with him, he challenged you to a Sixty Minute Iron Man match at One. Will you accept?
Logan: I chased after Bobby Cairo last September, beat his butt buddy Odin Balfore, and then gave Cairo himself a Connector. I called him out to a match and it never happened. For some reason or another we kind of fell off of each others radars after that and he rode off into the sunset with the Tag Team Titles. So, what is this, Bobby? Revenge from our last encounter at One? Revenge for Odin? Yourself? But to answer your question, Bryan... YES. I'd love nothing more. The Great Catsy wants it. I want it. The fans want it. So why not. You hear me, Cairo? I'll be seeing you, buddy.
Bryan Worthy: What about Torture? He also called you out recently to compete against him at War.
Logan: Torture is a funny guy. That's all I'm going to say about that.
Bryan Worthy: Do you feel your old rivals' challenges have been put forward with the intention of lighting a fire under you, to inspire you to become the dominant wrestler you once were, or do you think its simply a case of them thinking you aren't someone to respect anymore, and they want to prove it?
Logan: I have no idea, Bryan. I don't think I'm any lesser of a man than I was fourteen years ago. Well, minus a pinkie toe.
He playfully slapped Bryan on his shoulder, along with bursting out a chuckle.
Logan: This was pretty fun to do. Thanks a lot! I do have to get going though.
With a manic smile, he removes the mic clipped to his shirt and walks off the set, leaving behind a non-plussed Buzz. The segment ends there.
Zach Davis: Slam moves on.
Erin Robbins: Our next match is about to begin.
Zach Davis: How uncomfortable are Stacy Robinson and The Monster Oblivion gonna be, being on the same team?
Erin Robbins: Well, one of them will have to pin Chelsea Black Armstrong to become the new WCF Television champion.
Zach Davis: As if, the other one is gonna stop the other one from making the pin. both pf them want to become Television Champion.
Erin Robbins: It would be the second time, for The Monster.
‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a tag team bout with the WCF Television Championship on the line.
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. Stacy 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.
The crowd begins to stir.
Zach Davis: The crowd is getting nervous. The crowd is getting restless. you know what that means.
Erin Robbins: OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU-OU-OU-OU!!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Sullivan Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the Sullivan Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner. Zach Davis falls down behind his seat.
Zach Davis: HOLY CRAP!! I forgot about that!!
Erin Robbins: Idiot!!
The arena goes dark and black smoke pours onto the stage as Nocturnus by Adrian von Zeigler starts to play.
Erin Robbins: here comes The Armstrongs.
Horrific imagery starts to play on the titantron for a moment till the words “The Seraphim” shines brightly and a ring of fire shows through the smoke as both Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong rises from the underneath the stage inside the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, The WCF Television Champion, The Mistress of Darkness... Chelsea Black Armstrong and The Angel of Judgement Seifer Black Armstrong... The Seraphim...
As the fire dies down, they step over it and start to walk hand in hand slowly down to the ring. A red spotlight follows them down to the ring. Reaching the ring, they look at each other, before releasing each other’s hands and start walking around opposite sides of the ring. A second spotlight starts to follow Seifer as the first spotlight follows Chelsea. They climb onto the apron before walking over to opposite turnbuckles and staring at each other, for a moment, before leaping off the turnbuckles in tandem. As they hit the mat, fire explodes out of the turnbuckles and the lights go back to normal. They embrace in the middle of the ring for a moment as the music fades out.
Zach Davis: If either Stacy Robinson or Oblivion can pin Chelsea Armstrong, the championship changes hands.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if Seifer Black Armstrong and The Monster are going to start off in this tag match.
Zach Davis: As a reminder, the WCF Television Championship is on the line, in this match up.
Oblivion and Armstrong circle the ring. they pull back to charge each other, to lock up. Seifer Armstrong pulls away from The Monster.
Erin Robbins: WHA-....
Seifer tags in his wife, Chelsea Black Armstrong.
Zach Davis: The Monster just stands there, with that evil, sadistic grin on IT's face.
Chelsea and Oblivion are about to lock up, when Oblivion pulls away from the Television Champion and....
Erin Robbins: What is Oblivion doing?
....Oblivion steps back and gives Chelsea Armstrong two "birds", as IT tags in Stacy Robinson.
The Anchorage crowd cheers and laughs.
Zach Davis: I think this crowd found that very amusing.
Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
The two ladies circle the ring and immediately charge at each other, locking up in the center, of the ring.
Erin Robbins: These two are pulling and tugging on each other, trying to get an advantage.
Chelsea Armstrong pushes Stacy Robinson back into a corner. Stanley Moser is right there, to separate the ladies.
Stanley Moser: alright, ladies. Let's have ourselves a clean break, huh? ONE... TWO.... THREE...
Stacy Robinson holds up her arms, as Chelsea Armstrong backs away, very slowly.... CHELSEA CHARGES AT STACY
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong runs right into the turnbuckles.
Chelsea Armstrong turns around and Stacy Robinson is right in her face....
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson is laying those right hands right into the Television Champion.
Zach Davis: The champion is stunned.
Stacy backs away and from the opposite corner, Stacy Robinson bolts towards Chelsea Armstrong...
Erin Robbins: Handspring back elbow smash!!
Zach Davis: That elbow looked as if it hit her square right on the nose.
Armstrong stumbles away from the corner, as Stacy Robinson runs towards the ropes, bounces OFF the ropes and....
Erin Robbins: Cross body block. Stacy Robinson is going for the pin.
The referee slides into place.
Zach Davis: Not even a one count.
Stacy Robinson put Chelsea Armstrong into a rear chin lock. It doesn't take long, before Armstrong slowly stands up with now, Robinson having Armstrong in a standing side head lock. Chelsea wiggles around as she gets an arm in between her head and the arms of Stacy Robinson....
Erin Robbins: Arm drag!!
Zach Davis: Another arm drag!!
Erin Robbins: That kick rattled the foundation of The Sullivan Arena.
The replay shows Stacy Robinson charging at Chelsea Black Armstrong and the Television Champion nailing her opponent with an explosive enzuigiri.
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong is making a pin attempt...
Erin Robbins: One and a half!!
Armstrong picks up Robinson.
Zach Davis: An out of nowhere sitout facebuster by Stacy Robinson!!
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson is making the pin.
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE.... NOOO-O-O-O-O!!
Stacy Robinson looks shocked as she sits on her bent legs looking at Stanley Moser.
Stacy Robinson: That was three?
Stanley Moser: No... two and a half!!
Zach Davis: Erin, did you notice that Oblivion was three quarters out of IT's corner and was about to stop the pin attempt by Stacy Robinson.
Erin Robbins: Yes I did!! If Stacy t=makes the winning fall... she makes the pin, she wins the Television Championship.
Robinson picks up Armstrong....
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson pops Chelsea Armstrong in the mid-section with a back fist.
The crowd goes crazy!!
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson just tagged in The Monster Oblivion!!
As Chelsea Armstrong is bent over, from the back fist from Stacy Robinson, Oblivion bounces off the ropes and....
Zach Davis: BIG BOOT TO THE SIDE OF THE HEAD OF CHELSEA BLACK ARMSTRONG!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion goes for the cover.
The referee slides into position.
Oblivion grabs Chelsea Armstrong off the mat and tosses her into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Armstrong bounces off the ropes...
Erin Robbins: Tilt-whirl backbreaker!!
Chelsea Armstrong is on her belly, as Oblivion kneels over her, locking IT'S hands together, under the chin of the TV Champion.
Zach Davis: My God!! Oblivion is sure yanking back the neck, of Chelsea Black Armstrong.
Erin Robbins: Seifer Black Armstrong is fit to be tied, as he wants in this match so very badly!!
Chelsea Armstrong: UGH!!! AHHH-H-H-H-HHH-HH!!
Oblivion: That's right, bitch... SCREAM!! SCREAM!! SCREA-EA-EA-EAMMM-MM!!
With that last roar out by The Monster, Oblivion pulls back the chin of Chelsea Armstrong, that her neck looks like it's getting nearly torn off.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it....
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!
Zach Davis: I think Chelsea Black Armstrong is smiling!!
Seifer Black Armstrong: SCREW THIS!!
Zach Davis: Seifer Black Armstrong is coming into the ring!!
Erin Robbins: Seifer Armstrong just kicked Oblivion right square on the back of the head!!
The Monster gets up and confronts Seifer Armstrong.
Zach Davis: Seifer Armstrong is getting pummeled for his troubles.
Chelsea Armstrong: HEY OBLIVION!!
The Monster turns around, but Seifer Armstrong creeps in so Oblivion looks back at Seifer.
Chelsea Armstrong: Yo idiot... OVER HERE!!
Oblivion turns to see Chelsea Armstrong....
Erin Robbins: Seifer Armstrong dropkicked Oblivion right square in the middle of IT's back!!
Oblivion stumbles forward....
Chelsea Black Armstrong nails Oblivion with a spinning fisherman neck breaker.
Zach Davis: DEVIL'S WING!! Chelsea Armstrong is making an pin attempt!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NOOOOO-O-O-OO!!
Erin Robbins: How did Oblivion kick out of that?!
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong tags in Seifer Armstrong.
Seifer Armstrong picks up a groggy Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! SEIFER ARMSTRONG IS NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO POWERBOMB THE MONSTER!! NO WAY... NO HOW!!
Armstrong picks up Oblivion and as he is about to drop The Monster with a powerbomb...
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong gets tagged in again!!
Chelsea comes in and they drop Oblivion with a lungblower across IT's chest.
Erin Robbins: Powerbomb/Lungblower combo!!
Zach Davis: A lungblower is basically a reverse backstabber!! Chelsea is going for the pin!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NOOOOO-O-O-OO!!
Erin Robbins: Save by Stacy Robinson!!
Chelsea grabs Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Another tag by Seifer.
Chelsea whips Oblivion into the ropes. The Monster bounces off the ropes and Seifer Armstrong drops to the mat, so Oblivion hops over him. The Monster charges towards Chelsea Armstrong, who leapfrogs over Oblivion, who bounces off the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion charges towards both competitors....
Zach Davis: DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE!!
Erin Robbins: Seifer Armstrong IS the legal man.
Oblivion grabs for Seifer.
Zach Davis: Here comes Chelsea saving her husband for an impending doom.
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson just flew off the top turnbuckles and nailed Chelsea Armstrong with a high suicide dive!!
Oblivion grabs Seifer Black Armstrong in a gutwrench suplex position.
Zach Davis: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!!
Erin Robbins: FALLING DOCTOR!!
Oblivion picks up Seifer Armstrong, who fights back with a couple of punches to the mid-section of The Monster Oblivion. The Monster nails Seifer with a huge forearm to the back. Armstrong cringes in pain.
Zach Davis: Oblivion picks up Seifer Armstrong.... GORILLA PRESS!!
Erin Robbins: GORILLA PRESS INTO A.... BACKBREAKER!!
Seifer Black Armstrong: UGH!!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion tags in Stacy Robinson.
Erin Robbins: A lot of tags in this match with a lot of action!!
Oblivion whips Seifer into the ropes, who bounces off. Stacy Robinson drops down and Seifer jumps over her....
Zach Davis: A high knee to the face of Seifer Black Armstrong.
Oblivion leaves the ring, as Stacy grabs Seifer and tosses him into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Seifer Armstrong bounces off the ropes....
Zach Davis: HURRICANRANNA!! PIN ATTEMPT!!
Chelsea Armstrong flies through the air....
Erin Robbins: A top turnbuckle leg drop by Chelsea Armstrong... across the back of the head of Stacy Robinson.
Chelsea leaves the ring. Seifer grabs Stacy and throws her into the ropes...
Zach Davis: Picture perfect dropkick!!
Erin Robbins: A belly to belly suplex by Seifer Armstrong!!
Zach Davis: A German suplex again by Seifer Armstrong.
Stacy Robinson struggles just to get up to a vertical base.
Erin Robbins: Elbow drop!!
Erin Robbins: Another elbow drop!!
Seifer Armstrong picks up Stacy Robinson and throws her into the ropes...
Zach Davis: Oblivion made the tag!! I don't think Seifer Armstrong saw the tag!!
Stacy Robinson slides out of the ring. She takes just a few steps and she grabs the ankles of Chelsea Armstrong and pulls her down....
Erin Robbins: FACE SMASH, RIGHT ON THE STEEL EDGED RING APRON!!
Zach Davis: Action inside the ring and action outside the ring, as Stacy Robinson whips Chelsea towards the outside corner, of the ring...
Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong reverses the whip!!
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinsons reverses the reverse and....
Erin Robbins: Chelsea Armstrong smacks knees first right into the ring steps!!
The momentum causes Chelsea to flip over the ring steps. Meanwhile, in the ring Seifer turns around and sees Oblivion growling and snarling at him, which makes Seifer Armstrong to stumble backwards into the corner. Armstrong tries to grab Oblivion around the waistband to pull him into the turnbuckle, but The Monster doesn't move.
Zach Davis: SHORT-ARM CLOTHESLINE!!
Stacy Robinson drags Chelsea Armstrong towards the ring.
Erin Robbins: Stacy Robinson and Chelsea Armstrong have been fighting tooth and nail, nailing each other with fists and kicks!!
Chelsea Armstrong is drug over to the corner post....
Zach Davis: The referee did not see Chelsea Armstrong smash Stacy Robinson's head into the ring post.
Oblivion grabs Seifer in an inverted suplex position...
Erin Robbins: SOULTAKER!!
Oblivion: IT's not done yet!!
Oblivion bounces Seifer Armstrong off the ropes and The Monster grabs Seifer by the legs amd rotates into....
Zach Davis: DDT!! BLACK HOLE!!
Seifer Armstrong staggers around with a glassy eyed look across his face. Oblivion hoists up Seifer Armstrong...
Erin Robbins: Seifer Armstrong wiggled free and...
Zach Davis: BACKFIST TO THE FUTURE!!
Seifer nails Oblivion with a spinning backfist to the face.
Erin Robbins: Seifer makes the tag to Chelsea Armstrong.
Chelsea Armstrong charges at The Monster Oblivion.
Oblivion grabs Chelsea Armstrong and places her on IT's shoulders. The Monster snarls out violently!!
Zach Davis: We all knows what this means.... HERE COMES SEIFER ARMSTRONG!!
Stacy Robinson dropkicked Armstrong out of the ring!!
Oblivion places Chelsea Armstrong on IT's shoulder sna pushes off her legs of IT's massive shoulders....
Erin Robbins: 5150!! Oblivion makes the cover.
Zach Davis: The winners of the match. Stacy Robinson and the NE-E-E-EW-EW-EW WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION... THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!
Erin Robbins: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
Oblivion gets handed the Television Title as Seifer pulls Chelsea out of the ring. He checks to make sure she's okay as Oblivion celebrates with his new Title and Stacy Robinson is handed her People's Championship as well.
Erin Robbins: What a hard fought match by the Peoples Champion.
Zach Davis: It was, it really way.
As Oblivion leaves the ring and heads up the ramp to the back, so does Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong, leaving Stacy Robinson alone in the ring. She calls for a microphone and is handed one and just as Seifer and Chelsea reach the top of the stage, Stacy yells into the microphone.
Stacy Robinson: Hold it right there Chelsea!
Seifer and Chelsea stop and turn around and look at Stacy.
Stacy Robinson: I have had it up to fucking here with you ducking me all the time!
Chelsea begins mouthing off to Stacy, but her words are inaudible.
Stacy Robinson: So I’ve taken it upon myself to make sure you can’t duck me anymore, so I have some news for you Chelsea. Next week, you and I are going to have a match against each other, one on one…in a First Blood match!
The fans go crazy at the mention of the match as Chelsea continues yelling obscenities towards Stacy as Seifer holds her back.
Stacy Robinson: Oh and one more thing, if I win, you give me back my brother!
Stacy drops the microphone as ‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system. Stacy climbs the turnbuckle and cheers with her fans as Seifer practically drags an irate Chelsea to the back.
Zach Davis: What an announcement Erin! We’re going to see the end to this huge feud…
Erin Robbins: And not to mention, it’s going to be a First Blood match…
The crowd begins to stir and cheer. They part and make way for someone among them.
Erin Robbins: Whose out in the crowd?
Zach Davis: It's ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
ZMAC hops the rail and slides into the ring, unbeknownst to Stacy Robinson.
Erin Robbins: Stacy, turn around. That, that, THING! He's right behind you!
Zach Davis: ZMAC and a lady, this will never end well. Well, for the lady.
Erin Robbins: UGHH! YUCK! I don't even wana think about it!
In the ring, Stacy turns around but walks right into a kick to gut and a DDT.
Zach Davis: World Tour 69!
Erin Robbins: Stacy is out!
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris just took out the Peoples champ!
ZMAC goes over to the ropes and barks orders at the time keeper who hands him a microphone and the Peoples Title. ZMAC stands in the middle of the ring, holding up the belt as he starts to speak.
ZMAC: Right here, represents all of you.
The crowd cheers loudly.
ZMAC looks down at Stacy.
ZMAC: Down there, represents all of them. All of them who are against all of you. All of us. All of us who know freedom. All of us who don't conform, who follow the suits and ties to their nine to fives, coming home to kissing wives and huggin children. Children who are molded by the inadequacies of the parents and the failure of smoke and mirror societies. Down there represents everything that this title isnt. This belt is power. Just like The Honey Badgers belt represents power. It is a voice, it is a war cry. It's a big FUCK YOU, to those who would dare tell us different. Right here in my hand is power for the people. This is what's best for Business. Down there. Well- Bitches know their place. And if for all the times that any one who has held this belt, as if they knew the struggle, the loss, the truth in what it means to be free then they would be lying. But you, all of you. You can trust me. Trust me. You can trust The Honey Badger, This Coked Up Mad Man to carry this belt in a way that no one else ever could. Even IT, goes home. The Honey Badger slinks off to a dumpster and does base for days on end. Thats true freedom. I come and go as I please. I do as I please when I please. Like faggot sheep, all these great pretenders run a muck with your very lively hood. OUR very lively hood. So you might be askin yourselves: “why not come take out the number one contenders? “ that answer is very simple. To do such a thing would be un-thick. The Honey Badger is not number three or number two. The Honey Badger wants a title shot, The Honey Badger gets a fuckin title shot. Weather it be that Crisis-homo or that Richards jerk off, THEY are number two. They can come try and wax The Honey Badger AFTER, I take what is mine. What is ours. What is YOURS!
ZMAC: See, down here we got ourselves little bitty Stacy Robinson.
ZMAC bends down and sniffs her hair, breathing it in deep.
ZMAC: oh yes, a fine piece of poon but the poon does not deserve such things.
ZMAC looks at the belt and then back at the crowd.
ZMAC: It does not deserve YOUR things. She is not a champion. Crisis, Richards, They are not champions. They are place holders. When Honey Badger returned it was hash tag FOR THE PEOPLE! When Honey Badger returned it was hash tag BEST FOR BUSINESS! And When The Honey Badger comes back, he comes back hard with The Thickness, that Thousand Thick-Ni Army, He comes back, handin out boot parties and Curb Stompin bitches. He comes back, not to sit on Twitter all day and make Sequitus and Corbin- cock-sucker, his Internet Bitches. That shit was already a given, it just took them a while to figure it out. Honey Badger didnt come back to give Stuart Slane a free bowl of fuckin soup at catering before I kicked his fuckin Scout Master jaw into the nose bleed sections. Honey Badger came back to be what he always is: A voice for the voiceless. A Shepard for the flock. The Pied Piper to the rats!
ZMAC turns his attention back to Stacy and places the title on her head and gives it a devastating stomp.
ZMAC: HONEY BADGER DON'T GIVE A SHIT!
“ Never Gonna Stop” Hits the PA system as ZMAC drops the mic, exiting the ring and heading back into the crowd.
The scene opens at the announcer's table where both Zach and Erin are watching their television monitors intently.
Zach Davis: We have just been informed of new developments backstage in the Team Science locker room.
Erin Robbins: I hope the doctor is shirtless, whatever going's on.
The scene changes, putting viewers in the locker room of Team Science. Mark is seated with his back against the wall, a frown on his face. Remus Micayle, on the other hand, is pacing the center of the locker room like a professor giving a lecture.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Mark, I'm disappointed that you'd even broach this subject with me. I thought you were more intelligent than this.
Remus looks over at the First Apostle, a scowl upon his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Science has proven that humans have an innate desire to help themselves whenever possible. So Terry Roberts approached you with a feigned interest in furthering our goals, but he really meant to further his own. And our goals, Mark, do not need a leech like Roberts attached to it.
Remus throws his hands up in exasperation.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I mean, win or lose, his name will besmudge our name in the WCF Universe. Using Terry to ensure victory is like having Jay Price lead the AA meeting or asking Caliban to finish the wars he started. This "help," Mark, is not the key to victory.
Remus turns to the camera, pointing at it forcefully.
Doctor Remus Micayle: So Mark said it right the first time, Terry; the answer is no. I have no desire for the rest of the WCF universe to question the legitimacy of Team Science's impending success over the variable known as Synn. You will have the Shadows after Aftermath, but you won't touch them before.
Close up on Remus Micayle
Doctor Remus Micayle: Stay out of our way.
And this is how the scene fades out.
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire.
Zach Davis: Logan appears to still be pissed about losing his toe in the hardcore championship match at Explosion, but he needs to have his mind focused fully on tonight's match. Otherwise, Natural ICE Beckman will waste no time in making sure that his stint in the ring tonight, ends with a defeat against his name.
Erin Robbins: Logan needs to get over losing his toe, full stop. It's something that's merely spilit milk and to be expected in a business that can get as brutal as it did at Explosion.
Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up...
Kyle Steel: This match is a Champion versus Champion clash and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...he is the Hardcore champion and Hails from Chesapeake, Virginia...Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is Logan!
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: Logan looks hungry and ready for Beckman, but we both know that if he is to be ready: then he's got a tough task ahead of him.
Erin Robbins: Nothing comes easy in the WCF and to imply that Logan wouldn't be expecting Beckman to bring a war to him, is nothing short of ignorant and asinine.
Zack concedes the point to Erin, only able to shake his head at the fact that he brought up such a topic.
The arena suddenly goes all 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 can that is in his hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring...he is the United States Champion, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.
Zach Davis: ICE Beckman looks confident as always, but he must know that Logan isn't going to roll over. Even minus his big toe.
Erin Robbins: (laughing slightly at her comrade) Must you always be this asinine? We already know everything that you're telling us. No need to suffer from "broken record" syndrome here.
Zach Davis: (shocked that Erin would snap in such a fashion) ...
The referee calls the two men together, checking them and ensuring that neither man attempted to contravene the rules of this standard match up in any way whatsoever (weapons or anything that would be considered illicit). When sasitifed that both men didn't bring anything illicit to the ring, he allows them to go back to their corners, where they both get their final preparations completed before hearing the three "dings" that singify the beginning of the match. Logan instantly makes his way to the center of the ring, extending his right hand for a test of strength, only for "ICE" to remain standing in his corner, a smile creeping across the right corner of his face before he saunters to meet Logan, extending his left hand out for the test of strength offered, only for Logan to swiftly nail him with a swift toe kick to the stomach, kneeling him over and then follow that up with a snap DDT. Sending Beckman head first into the mat, with the bone-jarring impact of the move being felt by both men (although Logan is able to quickly kip-up back to his feet).
Zach Davis: Logan with a quick DDT there, showing why he is the "Face of Treachery" after all.
Erin Robbins: Meh. Try something more special with a nickname like that next time.
Zack lets out a loud sigh, as Logan looks at Beckman, smirking before wrapping his right arm across the back of Beckman's neck and bringing him down into a side headlock, while Beckman attempts to slide his hand between the arm of Logan and his own neck. It's to no avail, as Logan wrenches the hold in, kneeling down slightly in order to add more pressure and torque to the back of Natural ICE's neck and possibly cause an early tap out or pass out. Even if it is to a move as simple as a headlock. Beckman for his part, realizes that he probably isn't going to ease the pressure on his neck any time soon, so he instead chooses to wrap his left arm around the back and waist of Logan, before hoisting him up for a back suplex and falling backwards: forcing Logan to loosen his grasp and both men to go crashing down into the mat.
Logan slightly grabs at his back, as does Beckman before the two slowly work their way up at the same time, simply glaring at one another. Trying to psyche the other out, before Logan ducks down for a MMA style double leg take-down: Natural ICE Beckman manages to side step it and instead, land a knee to the small of his opponent's back. Logan grabs at his back again, only for Beckman to land a second knee to the same region before planting a kick into the right hand side of Logan's ribcage, causing him to begin to cough and splutter in agony, before a grunt is heard once a third knee is delivered to the small of his back.
Zach Davis: Beckman honing in on the back of Logan, trying to ensure that he's able to keep this match wrestled as close to the mat as possible.
Natural ICE slightly smirks, taking his eyes off Logan to see the fans who are starting to get warmed up, only to crash back into the mat with a thud via a chop block to the back of his left knee as Logan steadily works his way up to a vertical position, followed by Logan dropping a stiff knee of his own to the stomach of his grounded rival. Smirking, Logan doesn't bother with looking out to the audience: instead electing to (smartly) dead-lift Beckman to his feet.
Hooking the leg with his own: wrapping his right arm against the left armpit of the Drunk from Foam Lake, hoisting him up and over his left shoulder with a vertical suplex. Causing ICE to bounce off the mat before coming back down and laying in a supine position. A position that allows Logan to slowly work his way back up again: this time hitting a standing Leg drop to the ribcage and making sure it's Beckman who is coughing and spluttering. Logan smiles calmly, pulling his opponent up by the top of their hair, causing the referee to push him away and give him an admonishment for doing so.
Although all that seems to do, is cause Logan to laugh and simply hit a running knee to the forehead of the seated United States Champion. Quickly dead-lifting him back to his feet, Logan attempts to hook Natural ICE's leg with his own, only for that to be countered and Beckman to turn it into a modified leg-sweep style of manuver which sends Logan back first onto the mat, with enough force to knock the wind out of anybody's sails.
Zach Davis: Beckman thinking one step ahead there.
Erin Robbins: Really? I call that wrestling one hundred one.
Swinging his leg repeatedly into the ribcage and chest reigon of Logan, Beckman looks downward, noticing that he has the perfect opportunity to strike: if he doesnt waste another second in doing so. Slowly lifting Logan back to his feet, that window suddenly comes to a close when Logan manages to hit a knee to the groin, followed by a snap arm-drag, causing Beckman to go halfway across the ring, before struggling back up: only to waltz straight into a second arm-drag. Beckman gets up once more.
Zach Davis: IMPACT STYLE!
No!, Beckman sidesteps it. He kicks Logan in the gut...
Erin Robbins: HANGOVER DDT!
Beckman drops and pins Logan.
Zach Davis: The United States Champion defeats the Hardcore Champion!
Beckman's music hits as he struggles to his feet after a hard fought matchup.
Erin Robbins: ICE Beckman has pinned a WCF legend, Zach, and the first ever United States Champion over a decade ago. Unbelievable!
Beckman’s music stops.
Zach Davis: What do we have here?
Master of Puppets by Metallica hits and Seth walks out.
Erin Robbins: And here comes the boss!! And about time I almost pulled a Hank and slipped on something brown went I went to the bathroom last break!
Zach Davis: Looks like Logan has gotten himself to the back, but Seth isn’t here to see him anyhow! Not this time, anyway, though lord knows those two have history.
Erin Robbins: Look at ICE standing there in the ring, with that smile, what a cocky ass! Time for the boss to wipe that smile from your face Beckman!
Seth is all business as he heads for the ring, climbs the steps and gets into the ring. He has a mic in his hands and slows walks over to the United States Champion, who has found a mic of his own.
Seth Lerch: Mr. Beckman we have been over this. And your little animal stunt has gone too far!!
ICE: Just trying to introduce my fellow wrestlers to the beauty of Anchorage, Alaska!!
Crowd cheers for the cheesy pop!!
Seth Lerch: Ha, ha, enjoy it while you can ICE, because I didn’t just come out here to yell, this time I am doing something.
Seth points towards the entrance...where two state troopers come walking out. One of the troopers has handcuffs in hands. The crowd Boos as the officers make their way into the ring.
Zach Davis: Here comes some real trouble for ICE.
Erin Robbins: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Seth Lerch: Gentleman, to your business please.
Seth holds the mic close to one trooper’s mouth as he speaks to ICE Beckman, as the other begins to put the handcuffs on ICE.
Trooper: You are under arrest for the disturbing the peace and reckless endangerment with a wildlife creatures.
The crowd cheers the charges given to ICE Beckman.
Seth Lerch: You hear that ICE! You’re going to jail! You tried to get rid of me! Well I just got rid of you!
ICE just smiles the whole time, as he does his best Gandhi non-violent impression, dropping the mic and then handing the U.S. title to the trooper before his hands are hand-cuffed behind his back.
Erin Robbins: Look, at ICE Beckman, he is speechless!! That’s what he deserves.
Zach Davis: Yeah, but he is still smiling.
Erin Robbins: We’ll see how long he smiles after some time in jail and when he sees those Lawyer fees!!
The trooper leads ICE out of the ring. The whole time ICE and Seth are locked in a death stare.
Zach Davis: Those two do not like each other! I don’t think this is over!
Erin Robbins: What are you talking about? Seth just got ICE arrested, it’s over!
ICE finally looks away from his boss as he goes for a beer a fan is stretching out towards him. The trooper pushes him away and the beer goes spilling as Seth music kicks back on.
Zach Davis: The boss wins this round I think!
"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. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. ore booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
"Matter of Time" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with his arm stretched out in a cocky fashion, standing behind him is a woman dressed in a large red hooded cloak. They then slowly makes their way down to ringside before Chase rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before-
Zach Davis: HERE COMES WAYLON CASH!
Before Chase can turn around, Cash attacks him, pounding him with forearms to the back. Cash quickly positions himself against the turnbuckle as the bell rings... and Powerbombs Chase straight into the mat!
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash, taking advantage of the situation here!
Zach Davis: ...Is that what you call that?
Cash quickly drops and pins Chase, who hasn't even gotten a chance to take off his hoodie yet.
No!, Chase kicks out. Waylon rolls away and gets back up, tearing Chase's hoodie off and throwing it into the crowd. Chase is up and Waylon kicks him in the gut before executing a vicious Snap Suplex. Cash gets back to his feet and begins stomping away at Chase.
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash is full of anger and fury tonight. He's the rightful World Champion, he pinned Torture for Pete's sake... We should be inducting him into the Hall of Fame!
Zach Davis: Oh come on.
Waylon drops down and grabs Chase, putting him into a Sleeper. The fans boo, but Waylon pays them no mind. They soon begin to chant "CHASE, CHASE, CHASE!"
Erin Robbins: The fans are on Chase Michaels' side tonight, Zach. Not that that means anything.
Maybe it does mean something though. The Lone Wolf summons the strength to begin getting to his feet, much to Waylon and Scott's chagrin. The fans cheer as Chase is up; he elbows Cash in the midsection and breaks free. Chase hits the ropes, runs at Cash, ducks a Clothesline and then bounces again, comes back as Cash turns around... boom!, Clotheslines him down. Waylon gets back to his feet and Michaels executes a big Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zach Davis: Oof!
Cash hits the mat... and immediately rolls out.
Erin Robbins: Smart move! Regroup with Scott.
Zach Davis: More like cowardly move, but hey.
Indeed, Scott pats Cash's back and offers him encouraging words and giving him a moment to rest. In the ring, Chase runs towards the ropes, and by the time Scott and Waylon notice, it's too late!, he hits a Baseball Slide, kicking both men! They both go flying back into the guardrail. Chase quickly rolls out and stays on the attack, hitting Cash with stiff shots to the head before irish whipping him into the ring steps!
Erin Robbins: Now THAT'S a cheap shot!
Cash crashes into the steps with a thud. Chase then follows up with grabbing him and throwing him into the guardrail again. Cash leans against it and Chase picks him up in a Suplex position...
Zach Davis: VERTiCAL DROP BRAINBUSTER ON THE OUTSIDE!
Chase hits it! The fans roar as Chase rolls Cash into the ring and slides in after him. Chase goes for the pin.
NO!, Cash kicks out!
Erin Robbins: What a Champion!
Zach Davis: ...He's not a Champion, Erin.
Chase kicks Waylon several times while waiting for Waylon to get to his feet. Chase hooks Waylon's head in a DDT hold, but Waylon jabs his way out of it. Waylon hits the ropes and runs up behind Chase, going for a Chop Block, but Chase jumps, avoiding it. Chase ends up right behind Cash, grabs him...
Erin Robbins: DRAGON SUPLEX!
Indeed, Chase hits a vicious Dragon Suplex! He keeps it locked in for the pin!
NO!, Waylon breaks free!
Zach Davis: Chase Michaels almost pinned this "should be World Champion Hall of Famer," Erin!
Chase begins climbing to the top rope now.
Erin Robbins: He's looking to end this I think, Zach. Not with a bang.. but with a Whisper.
Zach Davis: He's going for the Devil's Whisper, indeed!
Chase gets to the top rope and signals for the move... until Cash dives into the ropes and causes Chase to crotch himself! The fans boo as Cash elbows Chase several times before climbing to the top with him.
Erin Robbins: Crucial mistake by the Lone Wolf... What does Waylon Cash have in mind now?
Cash lifts Chase up .... SUPERPLEX! Cash floats over and goes for the pin!
NO!, Chase kicks out!
Zach Davis: Lots of nearfalls in this matchup!
Erin Robbins: Super high profile match for both men, Zach. This is one of the biggest matches in Chase's career, facing a super legend like Waylon Cash... And Cash doesn't want to lose to a nobody like Chase Michaels.
Zach Davis: Chase is one of the best up and comers in the WCF right now, but.... maybe that IS how Waylon sees it, at least.
Cash waits for Chase to struggle to his feet before running at him and hitting a Lariat. Chase ducks it however, bounces off the ropes and hits a Running Lariat to the back of Waylon's head!
Erin Robbins: VICIOUS INTENT! HE HITS IT!
Waylon goes down, clutching his head, and Chase pins him!
NO! Waylon kicks out!
Zach Davis: SO CLOSE! He almost had him!
Chase backs up and now he waits for Waylon to struggle to his feet!, just waiting....
Erin Robbins: No, no...
Zach Davis: THE CHASER!
CHASE HITS HIS JUMPING CUTTER!
Erin Robbins: NO! WAYLON SHOVES HIM OFF!
Waylon shoves Chase off midair, causing Chase to fly into the referee. The ref gets squashed into the turnbuckle, and Cash, ever the opportunist, quickly low blows Chase from behind. Cash spins Chase around and kicks him in the gut...
Zach Davis: Ugh. Killshot.
Cash drops as Savage yelling at the referee wakes him up.
Erin Robbins: WAYLON CASH WINS!!!
The fans boo like crazy as Savage joins Cash in the ring, helping him to his feet and raising his arm in the air.
The camera opens in the backstage area. Now clad in a smart-looking Giorgio Armani suit, Doctor Remus Micayle is seen walking down a hallway, looking as smug as always. He stops mid-step to adjust the diamond cufflinks adorning his shirt, casually swiping his hair to the back as he does so. After a couple of seconds of fiddling, he continues on his path. But before he could get too far, he walks forward a couple of feet, but stops abruptly when he spots someone (apparently off-screen).
His cocky smile mutating into a look of pure hatred and derision, the camera pans to the left to reveal the reason for his sudden halt. Cormack MacNeill, still dressed in his fight attire from his bout earlier in the night is staring right at him. His own expression mirroring that of Micayle’s, the two men start to walk slowly towards one another. The two finally meet mere inches away, their eyes never leaving one another. The Canadian is the first to break the silence, venom evident in every word.
Cormack MacNeill: Nice job Doc. Clearly you don't even need a set of cohones to beat you.
Affronted, Micayle takes a small step forward.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Speak for yourself, alien. I saw your match tonight. Taking on the Redneck Nation and being proud of it? Please. A baby could take out those three cretins in ten seconds, so whatever efforts you and your crew put up against them is negligible to say the least.
Cormack MacNeill: Yeah, well we still took care of business Doc. Cretins or no cretins, we showed them how real men fight. Maybe it's time I showed you how a real man fights. Whadya think Doc. You got it in ya?
To accentuate his point, MacNeill raises his left hand, looking down at it. Unamused, Micayle merely raises an eyebrow.
Dr. Remus Micayle: Keep your hissy fit in check, lummox. You want to go right here? Right now? With me? Bring it. You don’t know what you are in for… orc.
Micayle pokes Cormack in the chest tauntingly with that last sentence. Without warning, Cormack shoves Micayle back, catching him off-guard and pushing the Scientist back a step. Snarling, Micayle raises his arms in the air, ready to stave off an attack. The tension is almost visible, and it seems that a backstage fight would be occurring any moment…
Mark Dillinger: Sir!
Both Cormack and Micayle turn at the sudden sound. Down the corridor runs The First Apostle, ready to come to the aid of the Scientist. Suddenly finding himself outnumbered, the ever-crafty Sequitus member quietly backs away, his eyes still staring daggers into Micayle’s soul. He slowly retreats, but not before shouting out.
Cormack MacNeill: It's not over Doc. You're pet monkey won't always be around. In the meantime, maybe you should pratice fighting ladies your own skill level...I heard Miley's free these days
Micayle does not respond. As Dillinger reaches the Scientist, Cormack decides that the interaction has been sufficient and quickly walks away. The camera fades into black, as WCF goes to commercial, with both members of Team Science exchanging wary glances.
Zach Davis: The time has come! It's been such a powerful, impactful, major league stomach filling sandwich kind of show and we still have the main event left to come!
Erin Robbins: This is a pay-per-view caliber main event and we're giving it aware for free. Did we learn nothing from the life's work of Ayn Rand?
Zach Davis: Ayn Rand don't mean shit anymore, Erin. We're living in Obama's America.
"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: John Gable is from Cleveland, Ohio? I never knew that.
Erin Robbins: Where did you think he was from, Zach?
Zach Davis: Uh, Cleveland, Ohio or somesuch.
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.
Kyle Steel: His opponent... from New York, New York... weighing two-hundred and thirty pounds... JONNY FLY!!!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: I can't believe we're giving this match away for free. After what Gable did at Explosion? He must be Public Enemy Number One right now for Pantheon.
Erin Robbins: Does it really matter whether it's PPV or free TV, Zach? We already got their ten bucks a month for the WCF Network.
Zach Davis: True enough stuff, Erin. You people are our slaves! Muhahaha!
Erin Robbins: We still need them to renew their subscriptions after the six months is up, Zach.
Zach Davis: Oh. I mean we love you, members of the WCF Universe, and we respect your opinion!
A roar comes up in the crowd.
Zach Davis: What is this? Both superstars have entered the ring for this main event match on Slam.
"Stranglehold" by conservative nutjob Ted Nugent hits the PA system and now the crowd serenades the man himself with chants of "BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!"
Erin Robbins: What in the world? It appears that this lithe devil of a man is making his way through the WCF Universe!
Zach Davis: No, you don't mean--
Erin Robbins: Yeah, it's Bobby Cairo, the Godfather himself!
Cairo appears through the stands and situates himself beyond the fan barrier. He makes his way to the announce table and accepts a headset. The Godfather straightens himself, with gold and black suit adorning his broad physique, before he sits between Zach and Erin.
Bobby Cairo: Good evening, my children. Bobby Cairo is here.
Zach Davis: Yes, we can see that, Mr. Cairo. Why have you graced us with your appearance?
Bobby Cairo: I am here in Anchorage on a recruitment drive, Zach Davis. As you might be aware, The Thickness will be performing its battle ritual against Pantheon at XIII.
Zach Davis: Are you scouting John Gable for Team Thickness, Mr. Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: I'm scouting both of these superstars, Zach. These men are decorated champions of this business and industry.
Erin Robbins: I'm sorry, Mr. Cairo. You're scouting Gable AND Fly?
Bobby Cairo: Of course. Why wouldn't I?
Zach Davis: Fly is a member of Pantheon, Mr. Cairo! The team that you're facing at XIII!
Bobby Cairo: Who says that Jonny Fly will still be a member of Pantheon on June 13th, Mr. Davis?
Gable and Fly pay no mind to the distraction at the announce table. They are focused on the business at hand, performing warfare against each other. Referee Zip Wingdinger indicates for the bell--
Fly and Gable immediately move in for the lock up.
Zach Davis: What are you seeing, Bobby? What can you tell us about what's happening?
Bobby Cairo: They appear to be locking up, Zach.
Zach Davis: Good stuff, Bobby.
Bobby Cairo: Thank you, Zach.
Fly gets the advantage into a headlock. The bigger, stronger superstar exerts his will and whips Gable into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Nice back body drop by Jonny Fly!
Erin Robbins: And a spinning backfist by Fly! Modified Discus Fly right there!
Bobby Cairo: Yeah. Fly invented that shit for sure. Not like Kerry Von Erich was doing that shit twenty years ago.
Fly flips Gable to the mat with a crisp snap suplex and then pauses to taunt the fans.
Zach Davis: Nice mix of boos and cheers here for former WCF World Champion Jonny Fly. He is certainly a man who piques the emotions of the WCF Universe. Do you really believe that you'll be able to convince Jonny Fly to join your team at XIII, Mr. Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: I don't believe anything, Zach. I know what I know and I know that there's dissension within the ranks of Pantheon. Oof, nice hotshot by John Gable!
Zach Davis: You stole my catchphrase, Cairo, and yes nice counter by John Gable!
Gable seizes the momentum with a nice stump kick to the spine and follows it up with a stiff German suplex in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: Gable taunting Fly now with some turkey strutting and assimilated cat call.
Erin Robbins: I guess he saw Fly's promo, Zach.
Bobby Cairo: Fly might have dismissed the challenge that Gable presents during his promo, but I'm certain that he's not so foolhardy as to dismiss Gable once in the ring.
Gable takes Fly down again with a nice arm drag into an arm wringer/hammer lock combo. Fly is searching for a counter and manages to grab a leg,
Zach Davis: What is his? Fly sweeps Gable to the mat and locks in the half Boston Crab!
Erin Robbins: Fly is a far better technician than people give him credit for, Zach. This man is named Fly as a birthright and perhaps some will mistake him as a high flyer, but in truth he's the personification of an all-rounder.
Bobby Cairo: Looks like Gable is hopping to a vertical base with his free leg, trying to counter Fly's leverage on that half Crab.
Zach Davis: What do you think, Bobby? Is Gable going to escape?
Bobby Cairo: Considering that I'm not psychic, I would suggest watching the match and finding out, Zach.
Zach Davis: Good talk, Bobby.
Bobby Cairo: Yes indeed, Zach.
Gable grabs hold of the ropes and Zip barks at Fly to release the hold. Fly cooly waits until the count of four to release his hold of Gable's leg. Fly immediately tries to focus on the injured body part again after releasing the hold.
Zach Davis: What is this? Fly trying for the dragon screw? NO! Gable counters with the Enzuigiri!
Bobby Cairo: This is the athleticism that a Godfather such as myself values in a man such as Gable. Not to mention, the cojones. John's not backing down. He's taking the fight right to Jonny.
Erin Robbins: Oof! Bulldog headlock by Gable and he just planted Fly at midring! Looks like we got our first pin attempt of the match!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TW--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: It's gonna take more than that to put away Jonny Fly.
Bobby Cairo: Of course it will, Zach, but you have to wear the man down before you can pin him. Do you know anything about wrestling, my man?
Zach Davis: Well, I--
Erin Robbins: Don't answer that, Zach. It's a Communist mind trap.
Gable drives the point of his elbow into Fly's skull, acting as the master painter who is lavishing his canvas with the beautiful pastels.
Bobby Cairo: Gable is attempting the Rear Naked Choke now? Haven't seen that move from him, but no!! Just a set up for a nasty snap DDT.
Zach Davis: Would you like to take over the broadcast, Bobby?
Bobby Cairo: I believe that I've already done that, Zach. By the way, help yourself to some crispy golden goose courtesy of catering... if there's any left.
Erin Robbins: You ate all the goose didn't you, Bobby?
Bobby Cairo: Not the goose that's getting cooked inside the ring as Gable hits a beautiful leg drop across the larynx of Jonny Fly! And now Gable is hooking him up for the Northern Lights suplex... into the bridging pin!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TWO... NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Gable waffles Fly in the throat with a flying forearm before dragging him to the mat with a sleeper.
Zach Davis: Nice rest hold here by Gable. Gives us a chance to chat. So, Bobby--
Bobby Cairo: YO!
Zach Davis: What are your thoughts on the recent criticism that has been lobbed your way from folks such as Stacy Robinson and others who believe that you shoehorned your way into the main event at XIII?
Bobby Cairo: Shoehorned? Who am I, Doc Henry? I accepted an open challenge. Thickness versus Pantheon is big business. Team Stacy versus Pantheon is a bloodbath. Face the facts: I saved Stacy's life and I saved her little friend's life too.
Fly refuses to submit, per the referee's questioning and fights his way back to a vertical base.
Erin Robbins: You saved the helpless ladies? How chauvinistic of you, Bobby. If Stacy and Marina wish to compete at XIII then isn't that their decision to make?
Fly drills Gable in the sternum with a repeated series of elbow strikes that loosen the sleeper.
Bobby Cairo: Not as long as I'm running the show, Erin.
Erin Robbins: XIII is Corey Black's show.
Fly breaks free from Gable's grip and shoots himself off the ropes, plowing Gable to the mat with a beautiful spinning heel kick.
Bobby Cairo: Oof! Great kick by Fly! To correct you, Erin, XIII is Bobby Cairo's show and if Bobby Cairo does not wish to allow Stacy, Marina or even Corey Black to perform at XIII then it will be so. I can wrestle Steve Orbit in a three-hour Iron Man match at XIII if I wish to do so and no one can stop me.
Fly kips up to the mat and keeps on the offensive with a plurality of European uppercuts that find their mark on Gable's jaw. Gable tries to battle back, no slacker in the striking department himself, but Fly is just a step ahead at the moment, leveling Gable with an uppercut followed by a lariat that knocks him through the ropes.
Zach Davis: Fly just sent Gable flying from the ring!
Bobby Cairo: And if I know Jonny--
Erin Robbins: Suicide Dive! Jonny just hit the Suicide Dive outside of the ring, plowing Gable into the fan barrier!
Bobby Cairo: Good boy, Jonny.
Zach Davis: As Fly and Gable attempt to recuperate outside of the ring and the referee makes his count--
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Bobby Cairo: Yeah, like this match is gonna end in a count out?
Zach Davis: You're honestly gonna sit here and say you have no rooting interest in this match, Bobby?
Zip Wipdinger: FOUR...
Fly finally collects himself from the ground and rolls Gable into the ring, before rolling in himself.
Bobby Cairo: Zach, you seriously think--
Fly makes the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TWO... NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Bobby Cairo: You seriously think I would root against my former Pantheon brethren Jonny Fly or my great S-PAC foe John Gable? These are real men, Zach Davis. Men that you could never aspire to be like.
Zach Davis: Well thanks I feel great hearing you say that--
Erin Robbins: Oh stop your crying, Zach. The Godfather is telling the truth.
Fly hits Gable with a bridging Tiger suplex into a pin attempt.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Bobby Cairo: Beautiful technical display by both of these men. If they qualify-IF THEY QUALIFY-- it's going to be great to have them on Team Thickness to battle the likes of Pantheon.
Zach Davis: You're suggesting that you might not accept them on Team Thickness, Mr. Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: Names such as Price, Logan and Cradle have been whispered into my ear, Zach Davis. It's difficult to guarantee anyone other than The Godfather a spot on Team Thickness at this point.
Erin Robbins: #TeamThickness is now trending worldwide on Twitter.
Bobby Cairo: That's old news, Erin.
Fly applies a Dragon sleeper to the ever coy John Gable, trying to wear the man down, trying to put his troubled soul at ease with a slick submission.
Zach Davis: This is a very dangerous submission maneuver by the former World Champion Jonny Fly. Gable could be in a lot of trouble right here as Fly traps Gable in one of his very own trademark submissions!
Bobby Cairo: If Fly applies just a bit more pressure to the carotid artery then Mr. Gable will be in a great deal of trouble.
Erin Robbins: Would that constitute an illegal choke, Mr. Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: Erin, do you think Zip Wingdinger is going to disqualify Jonny Fly, illegal choke or not?
Erin Robbins: No, Mr. Cairo.
Bobby Cairo: Good girl, Erin.
Gable manages to battle back to a vertical base. Not wanting to expend all of his energy, Fly abandons the submission technique in favor of a technical striking onslaught: He snapmares Gable to the mat and plants him in the back with a seated dropkick. The crowd pops for that move. Nice bit of exuberance from Fly.
Zach Davis: Fly is in the driver's seat right now, but he can't get cocky.
Bobby Cairo: Jonny Fly can get whatever he wants, Zach. Haven't you read the spoilers?
Erin Robbins: What's that, Bobby?
Bobby Cairo: Oh it goes something like... #FlyWinsInTheEnd.
Fly hits a powerful Death Valley Driver, landing right on Gable's spine, and goes for the pin.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Fly starting to jaw at the referee now. I don't think he was happy with that last count from Zip.
Bobby Cairo: Oh Jonny is probably just cranky that he didn't get the chance to eat his favorite snack treat before the match. Hahaha.
Cairo pops open a bag of Hot Fries and digs into them shits.
Erin Robbins: I'm a bit hungry, Bobby, may I have one of those--
Bobby Cairo: No.
Fly scoops Gable up from the mat like some Rocky Road ice cream and hits a single suplex--
Zach Davis: Oh well this is devastating--
Bobby Cairo: But hold on.
Fly drops Gable with the double suplex--
Erin Robbins: Now that was really something--
Bobby Cairo: He's not done.
And finally Fly drops Gable with the triple suplex, the Fly Trifecta, and Gable is sprawled upon the mat like a drunken mass of Scott Hall.
Zach Davis: Fly is calling for it! It's Fly Swatter time!
Bobby Cairo: Well I think that's my cue. So long, Zach. Erin, it was a pleasure smashing your poon a few months back, even though you stole my car.
Erin Robbins: What in the world?
Zach Davis: It appears that The Godfather has witnessed enough of this gripping main event showdown--
Erin Robbins: He's headed to the ring, Zach.
Zach Davis: Oh well, I'm sure that's an innocuous gesture.
Cairo reaches the ring, drops a package near where Gable is lying on the mat, and then climbs onto the apron and shoots the shit with Zip.
Bobby Cairo: Hey, Zip! How's it going?
Zip Wingdinger: Not bad. Reffing a main event match. Can't complain. How about yourself?
Fly flies off the top rope for the Fly Swatter; Gable alertly seizes the package that Cairo left him, an apparent film canister, and clocks Fly in the head with it. Fly hits the mat like he got run over by a Mack truck.
Bobby Cairo: Not bad at all. Great match, by the way.
Zip Wingdinger: Oh yeah, for sure. These guys are two of the best.
Bobby Cairo: Hey, it looks like Gable is pinning Fly.
Zip Wingdinger: Oh, thanks, Bobby!
Bobby Cairo: No prob.
Cairo drops off the apron and walks out through the crowd. Meanwhile, Gable pins Fly.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Zach Davis: What in the hell just happened?
Erin Robbins: I guess this wasn't an innocuous scouting mission after all, Zach.
Zach Davis: The hell you say, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Hey, don't get an attitude with me just because you got duped by The Godfather, Zach.
Gable claps his hands and does the Turkey Dance, once again mocking Fly's assertions during his earlier promo for the match. Gable locks into Fly with the Cross-face Chicken Wing and cinches the hold as tight as he can. Fly immediately struggles to fight out of it, the jolting pain serving as the wake up call that he needed after that film canister to the skull.
Zach Davis: Uh oh! We've seen Gable tap many a foe with his version of the Cross-face Chicken Wing!
Erin Robbins: I wonder what film was on that canister that Gable clocked Fly with? I bet it was The Notebook!
Zach Davis: Are you daft, woman? Gable would never watch that tripe. Just because you want Ryan Gosling to tend to your backside--
Erin Robbins: Fly's in the ropes! Somehow the former champion and leader of Pantheon gutted his way to the safety of the ropes!
Zach Davis: Gable isn't releasing the hold just yet though. He's using that four count to his advantage.
Zip Wingdinger: Come on, Gable, release the hold or we're gonna make ya watch The Notebook, per the orders of Mr. Lerch!
John Gable: Dear God, no!
Gable promptly releases the Chicken Wing. Fly does the stanky leg and stumbles to the mat. Gable waits for Fly to return to his base and then measures him for a picture perfect double under-hook swinging neck breaker.
Zach Davis: Beautiful move by Gable! He's gonna be big in pictures someday with moves like that!
Erin Robbins: He's already big, Zach; it's the pictures that got small.
Gable scrambles to hook the leg on Fly, and the ref counts.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
T--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Gable didn't quite get the pin that time but he has to feel like he's in a great position to score the victory here. He's got Jonny Fly on his heels.
Erin Robbins: How do you put a Fly on his heels, Zach? Flies have wings.
As if on cue, Fly hits the charging Gable with a Sunset flip from out of nowhere and pins his shoulders to the mat.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Good lord, we almost had a wrestling match end with a Sunset flip! More importantly, Erin, how did you know Fly was planning something?
Erin Robbins: Eh. I read the spoilers, Zach.
Fly assails Gable with open palm strikes that look like he was tending course in Thailand or Trinidad or somesuch before he brings Gable back to the mat with a deftly executed Russian legsweep.
Zach Davis: Putin had to love that move.
Erin Robbins: Yeah. Anytime Russia can get a positive mention these days it's good news for Putin.
Fly springboards off the ropes and hits a beautiful moonsault on Gable. Another pin attempt by Fly.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Fly almost had Gable pinned and now he's--
Erin Robbins: Jawbreaker! I repeat Jawbreaker and that was out of somewhere by Gable! This man always has a rhyme for his reason!
Zach Davis: I think you got that backwards, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Nah, bitch, I said what I meant.
Fly, running on fumes, bounces back to his feet; Gable measures him and hits a Falcon Arrow Brain Buster.
Zach Davis: Maltese Falcon! Gable hit it! He covers Fly!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THREE--NO!!! FOOT ON THE ROPES!!!
Erin Robbins: Sweet baby lamb chops, Fly is saved by a foot on the ropes!
Zach Davis: He's one of our most dominant champs for a reason, Erin. The man is nearly impossible to pin.
Gable is screaming at Fly to get up. Finally, Fly complies with Gable's demands. Gable attempts the set-up for the City Lights, but Fly angles out of it and blasts Gable with a powerful uppercut.
Zach Davis: Gable dazed and he finds himself in the corner... splash by Jonny Fly!
Erin Robbins: Discus Fly by Jonny Fly! This isn't good for Mr. Gable!
Fly indicates that he's finished with this riffraff. He goes up top for the Fly Swatter one more time, Gable flat on the mat with no hope for reprieve. Fly leaps off the ropes; Gable suddenly bursts to life, leaps into the air and catches Fly with a modified body scissors DDT.
Zach Davis: Oh my God! "Some Like It Hot"! Gable came out of somewhere with that move!
Erin Robbins: He used Fly's own momentum against him, Zach! Gable's covering Fly!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Holy spit! John Gable has pinned Jonny Fly!
Erin Robbins: Talk about an upset! Jayson Price, Steve Orbit and now John Gable, the only men to pin Jonny Fly in a WCF ring!
"Ozark Empire" hits the PA. The fans react with that Brock Lesnar post-Streak ending heat as Gable jumps to his feet, nearly in disbelief at what he just accomplished, but playing the sly actor's role, a knowing smile coming across his face as he raises his arms in irrefutable victory.
Zach Davis: I don't believe this!
Suddenly, and pretty much out of nowhere, Waylon Cash is in the ring. He begins stomping Fly, who is still hurt from that DDT.
Erin Robbins: Can anyone question the dominance of S-PAC now?! Waylon Cash has pinned Torture, John Gable has pinned Jonny Fly... Unbelievable.
Zach Davis: Yeah, but look at them now! They're cowards!
Indeed, Cash and Gable are both stomping Fly. That is, until...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
Erin Robbins: Oh no. HERE COMES STEVE ORBIT!
Orbit hits the ring... but it's clear that the assault on Fly was a trap. Cash and Gable both knew he'd be coming, and as he rolls in, they start stomping on him mercilessly. From outside the ring, Scott Savage pulls Jonny Fly out and quickly handcuffs him to a nearby guardrail.
Zach Davis: Cash came out to attack Fly simply to get Orbit out here!
Erin Robbins: Earlier tonight Seth made Orbit versus Cash official, so Cash is just fighting to get the upper hand. Good move!
Zach Davis: ...
Cash DDTs Orbit to the mat before both men stomp on him some more.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit is the World Champion, and for good reason. He's proven he's talented. But Cash and Gable have both proven they're invincible, and Orbit can't take the both of them.
Cash lifts Orbit up and puts him in the Powerbomb position. Gable gets ready.
Zach Davis: I don't believe we're ending Slam with another S-PAC beatdown. Here comes their Off With His Head.
That is until... CRAWL BY KINGS OF LEON HITS and the crowd goes apeshit crazy!
Zach Davis: WHAHAHHAHTT?!??!?!!
Erin Robbins: NO WAY, IS HE HERE?!?
Torture runs down the ramp as fast as he can and instantly slides half way across the ring, gets to his feet and clotheslines Gable! Torture turns around, Gable back to his feet and Torture knocks him down with a second clothesline! Torture calls for the Tortures device and Gable rolls out of the ring!
Zach Davis: TORTURE IS HERE!
Cash has shoved Orbit away to deal with the more immediate threat. He runs at The Tort, but Tort ducks away from him, kicks him in the gut...
Erin Robbins: TORTURE'S DEVICE!
TORT HITS IT! Cash hits the mat and Savage quickly pulls Cash out of the ring. Orbit gets to his feet and Torture reaches out his fist.. the two fist pump.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is going on?!
Zach Davis: A little revenge from two weeks ago, I'd say!
Torture demands a microphone. Kyle Steel runs it over to him. Torture takes a few breathes, pops his neck and begins to speak to Gable who is backing up the rampway.
Torture: It seems like you want your ass kicked..
Torture: and I wanna kick your ass...
Torture: And I want revenge. I want to prove to Waylon Cash that what happened at Explosion was a fluke. And my man Steve Orbit here... He doesn't want to wait until Aftermath, am I right?
Orbit mouths "hell no!"
Torture: So next week, the rematch. And this time, Orbit and I won't be expecting to get into the ring with some friggin lawyer. Next week... TORTURE AND ORBIT VERSUS S-PAC, ONE MORE TIME!
Erin Robbins: TORTURE RETURNS TO SLAM? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
Torture throws down the microphone and Steve Orbit and Torture taunt in the corners of the ring as Crawl plays again.
Zach Davis: OH MY GAWD! I DONT BELIEVE IT! TORTURE ISSUED A CHALLENGE TO S-PAC FOR NEXT WEEK ON SLAM!!
Fly is still struggling to get free as a staff member works to get him out of the handcuffs. He looks up at Torture and Orbit as Slam fades to black.