The fans inside the Pacific Coliseum cheer as the camera pans round them. They hold up various signs and banners. A sombre looking Kyle Steel, WCF ring announcer, is waiting for them to quieten down.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentleman, tonight's show is dedicated to the memory of 'The Shine' Brent Alpine.
There's an initial weird reaction from the crowd. They don't know whether to cheer, boo or clap. On the videotron is a picture of Brent with the words 'Brent Rainer Alpine. 1989 - 2014'. The fans settle on applause and a chant of 'Thank You Alpine' breaks out.
Zach Davis: Tragic news has been emerging within the last three days. It appears that WCF superstar 'The Shine' Brent Alpine was found dead in the early hours of Friday morning. With police investigations ongoing, we cannot comment further at this time but we expect to be able to present a proper tribute to Brent in due course.
Erin Robbins: I can't believe it.
Zach Davis: It must be stated that we're going off the testimony of Brent's step brother Dallas Culture, who isn't necessarily the most reliable of witnesses.
'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: Speak of the Devil...
'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 'The Vulture' Dallas Culture.
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. Unaffected, Culture gets back onto the apron and waves his arms to the sky as if communicating with the spirit realm.
Dallas Culture: Love and light, namaste, abundant blessings and positive energy from my heart chakra to yours! Now I know that many of you unevolved beings are sad at the demise of my step brother, 'The Shine' Brent Alpine, but I come to bring closure.
The crowd jeer.
Dallas Culture: The closure you need is this - I, 'The Vulture' Dallas Culture am here! Your consciousness is rising just by being in my presence. Let vibrational frequency uplift you. A wise man once said that the best closure comes in opening. Therefore, the death of Brent Alpine is eclipsed by the birth of Dallas Culture! So do not mourn the dead because death is but an illusion. Celebrate the life and the truth. Celebrate ME!
Boos ring around the arena.
Dallas Culture: Tonight, I will ascend to the upper realms of the WCF by defeating Chase Michaels, Terry Roberts and Zombie McMorris to become the number 1 contender to Natural ICE Beckman's US Title. My step brother was known 'The Shine' but I am the total light and I will well surpass his legacy.
An 'Alpine' chant starts. Dallas Culture begins to shake and convulse.
Dallas Culture: WAIT! Angel Aurelie has some words...
He takes on a different countenance and speaks in a lispy, high pitched voice.
Dallas Culture: Echoes of sunken treasure fill the ethereal plains. The resonance of a thousand memories are stored by the Goddesses of Elixir. Smear the rainbow poop of the ancient care bears to unearth the true destiny of the stars. I see a lost spirit that wishes to communicate before transcending the veil to the other side. You must hold a séance so that the soul of Brent Alpine can finally move on...
Culture goes back to normal.
Zach Davis: A séance? How distasteful!
Erin Robbins: I went to one of those things. It was powerful, man. I spoke with someone 'very close to me who died with regrets'. It was my Aunt, I just know it! She told me she loved me and was sorry.
The crowd boo as the lights fade to black. Crowd members shout various obscenities at Culture in displeasure of what he's doing.
Dallas Culture: Spirit world, spirit world, hear us! We invite you. We welcome you.
In the darkness, flares of multi coloured light rocket across the rafters.
Dallas Culture: Spirit, IDENTIFY YOURSELF!
Another voice is audible. It is obviously just Dallas Culture impersonating Brent Alpine.
(Dallas Culture) Voice: I am... Brent Alpine.
Zach Davis: This is reprehensible.
Dallas Culture: Spirit of Brent Alpine, where are you?
(Dallas Culture) Voice: I am at the gates of Hell. It's cold out here. I want to go in the warmth.
Dallas Culture: And what is stopping you from going inside?
(Dallas Culture) Voice: I have unfinished business. I need to pass on a message to the WCF universe.
Dallas Culture: Oh spirit of Alpine, give your message and go in peace!
(Dallas Culture) Voice: My message is... Dallas Culture is the best wrestler in the world. He is my step brother and I love him. I give him my blessing to carry on where 'The Shine' left off. He is amazing and way better than I ever was!
The fans are now ablaze with fury at the show of disrespect for the late Brent Alpine. The lights come back on and Dallas Culture is trying to stop himself laughing.
Dallas Culture: So there you have it. The spirit of Brent Alpine can now transcend, having passed the glorious torch to me, Dallas Cul...
He is interrupted by the lights dimming again. Another voice comes over the PA. This time, it has a different sound to it.
Voice: ON THE THIRD DAY, I ROSE AGAIN!
The lights come back on. Brent Alpine is standing in the ring opposite Dallas Culture now. Dallas' eyes are bulging and he starts to tremble. The fans are going crazy.
Zach Davis: BRENT ALPINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT, HE'S ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Alpine is unshaven and his normally meticulously styled hair is now disheveled. He wears half blue, half grey trunks with a white logo saying 'VINE' on it atop green vine patterns.
Brent Alpine: You look like you've seen a ghost, Dallas!
To a roar of cheers from the crowd, Alpine unloads on his step brother with punches. Culture falls to the mat like a ton of bricks. Alpine gets on top of him and continues the onslaught of strikes. He lifts him up and plants him with the move known as the Glow Worm. An 'ALPINE' chant starts.
Brent Alpine: Looks like rumours of my demise were greatly exaggerated! What does that even mean, anyway? Either someone's dead or they're alive, right? Well... I'd beg to differ. You see, ever since you've known me, I've pretty much been dead. You only knew 'The Shine' - a persona I wrapped myself in to avoid ever being real. To avoid being vulnerable and human. I was brainwashed into building a castle around myself and, the worst part was, I didn't even know it. That was until 3 weeks ago when that castle... crumbled!
Alpine kicks Culture out of the ring.
Brent Alpine: Dallas Culture's father Curtis, my step Father, created a mind control program called the Butterfly Course. I was going through a self destructive phase in my life and Curtis found me right on the brink. When the neuro linguistic programming, affirmations and chanting didn't hook me in, he tied me to an operating table and screwed around with the pathways in my brain. Then he imposed a persona onto me that would make it seem like I had boundless confidence. A persona that would keep me in line and seemingly super functioning. That persona was 'The Shine'. Well, 'The Shine' can fuck off! I'm going back to my roots, to my rawest form. I'm clearing off all the thorns and all the flowers because IT ALL MEANS NOTHING AND IS ALL FUCKIN' FAKE! I needed to be torn away and have everything - good and bad - cut out so I can work out what is me and what is an act. I was lost for three weeks so I could find myself. So yeah, 'The Shine' is dead... Long live 'The Vine'!
Erin Robbins: The Vine?!
Brent Alpine: You heard me - I am 'The Vine' Brent Alpine. I may be a tangled mess now. I freely admit I am broken but you know what? That makes me all the more dangerous. I now have nothing to lose. Yeah, I still haven't been pinned or made to submit here in the WCF but that means nothing. The fact of the matter is that I've lost. I've come up short a few times. In tag matches, in a triple threat when I debuted, Chelsea Black Armstrong knocked me out.
Brent Alpine: Yeah, yeah, that sucked... but it's not healthy to always be perfect. It's draining. 'The Shine' never wanted to improve because he was so stuck on his perch. Well, 'The Vine' is going back to basics. I'm not going to rely on talent alone. I'm going to give my blood if needs be.
They cheer. A 'VINE' chant starts.
Brent Alpine: I owe a few apologies. Firstly, I'm sorry to Sequitus for being a dick. Thank you for putting up with my stratospheric ego.
A mixed reaction for the mention of Sequitus.
Brent Alpine: Oh and by the way, there is a poisonous influence in Sequitus and I'm going to tear it out from its roots. I'll tell you guys more in my next promo. I also want to apologise to the other wrestlers. Guys, sorry to anyone I disrespected. In the war ground of the WCF, hate's acceptable. Disrespect, however, is NOT! I'm sorry about that. And on that note, Zombie McMorris... you need to learn the same lesson as me! Shut your damn mouth.
Zach Davis: Yeah, McMorris has been berating Alpine for weeks now.
Brent Alpine: Most importantly, I want to apologise to you, the fans.
Brent Alpine: 'The Shine' was a bombastic ass and I take responsibility for that. I'm 'The Vine' now and we'll see what fruit I'll bear. I can't guarantee anything except effort and integrity. Tonight I'll probably lose to Terry Roberts, Chase Michaels or Zombie McMorris. I have been on a crazy journey the last three weeks and it may take me time to adjust. Truth be told, my number one priority is to catch a rat. But I'll tell you about that in the next few days.
Dallas Culture recovers and slithers back into the ring to boos. He takes a mic.
Dallas Culture (insincerely): I'm so sorry Brent. I thought you were dead! I saw your body!
Brent Alpine: You saw A body, not mine. You and I both know that you wanted it to be mine so that's what you chose to see. You decided to cause all this shit and have everyone think I was dead just so that you could replace me. Well, that won't happen! By the way, Dallas, I told Mum all about my plans. Hence why she never said 'Brent is dead', she always said 'The Shine is dead'.
Dallas Culture: Why didn't you tell me? I MOURNED FOR YOU!
Brent Alpine: Yeah right. You stupid frickin' vulture couldn't wait for me to be gone.
Suddenly, Dallas Culture low blows Brent. The crowd hiss. Culture hits him over the head with his microphone, busting him open. Alpine is a bloody mess. He mounts the turnbuckle and attempts a shooting star press. However, Alpine moves out the way. He lifts Culture up, kicks him in the head and pulls him straight into a Chemical Imbalance 2/double pumphandle wheelbarrow driver to a huge reaction from the fans.
Zach Davis: I guess we're already seeing the Fruit of the Vine! And it sure tastes much sweeter.
Alpine leaves to 'The Warmth' by Incubus.
Zach Davis: Great to see Brent Alpine is alive and well. He seems reborn and 'The Vine' will grow from here.
Erin Robbins: Meh. He's a faded force now he's lost his 'Shine'. All hail Dallas Culture!
The opening muzaks of "Prince of Denmark March" by Jeremy Clarkson hits radio systems. Big fireworks of blue and Asian strands are witnesses by big crowd in attendance.
Zach Davis: What an impressive debut last week, beating not just one but fifteen different men. Holding on until the very last minute, Maurice came up behind and eliminated Mr. E and Corbin Stein at the same time netting him a win in the battle royal.
Erin Robbins: I…I don’t like him. I think he’s arrogant.
Zach Davis: Nobody said you had to like him Erin.
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall. On the way to the ring, from Port Zoylers in Denmark, standing at six foot eight and weighing two hundred and sixty eight pounds, The heir to the Denmark throne…MAURICE ZANGLES!!!
The crowds in Arena make the big cheer! They are loving this man of Denmark. He appears at entrance. The music suddenly change. "Prince of Denmark March" turns into "Welcome Home" by King Diamond! The music changes makes the crowds pop louder! Maurice is accompany to ring by beautiful women of black, orange and white skins. They look so good and sexy with big ass and boob. Fifteen of the women lift their body to the heavy metals muzak as Maurice is running to ring like uncage animal!
She touches there when Maurice flex and pose and remove Tuxedo jacket for the girl to accept. Maurice is ready to fight. No games. He want his opponent dead now! Fishstick coupon fall from ceiling so fans can buy the Maurice product and make mores money for him.
Zach Davis: Something in this man changes every time the music hits. It’s like something snaps inside of him…the scary part is I think he can control it.
Erin Robbins: You might be right Zach…but last week could have just been a fluke. We’ll find out when this match begins.
“This Could Be Anywhere in the World” by Alexisonfire hit’s the speakers as Tony T exits from behind the curtain. He heads to the ring in a very “about business” type of way, marching out as soon as the singer beings the first verse.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from Fort Worth, Texas, standing at six foot two inches and weighing approximately two hundred and fifty five pounds…THE OUTLAW TONY T!!!
Erin Robbins: I don’t really know too much about Tony T. Have you heard anything Zach?
Zach Davis: I’m as much in the dark as you are, Erin. I guess we’ll be learning together tonight, Erin, as so often is the case here.
Tony quickly marches to the ring, similar to the Stone Cold march. Upon entering the ring, Tony climbs onto the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle lifting a single closed fist into the air as the crowd cheers. He cuts diagonally across the ring mirroring his previous actions. He climbs down, and turns around, ready to begin the match.
The ref calls for the bell and the match begins
Zach Davis: And here we go with two relatively new talents in the ring tonight. Maurice Zangles didn’t really get a chance last week to show off in that battle royal despite his victory.
Erin Robbins: You might be right Zach, but don’t count Tony T out of this. He looks like he could take a punch, and then give it back to you ten fold. Maurice might just have a brawl on his hands tonight.
Maurice and Tony circle around the ring, staring each other down. Maurice smiles and taunts the crowd by flourishing his arms. Tony T’s face grows enraged as the crowd cheers for Maurice.
Zach Davis: Maurice getting under Tony’s skin real early in this match.
Erin Robbins: That’s that arrogance I was talking about. I don’t think he wants Tony T to be stable in this match.
Tony T rushes Maurice and attempts to wrap his arms around him, but Maurice ducks and catches Tony in an overhead slam. Tony hits the mat but quickly rolls to his feet, not allowing Maurice to get the advantage early. Maurice runs at him and goes for a clothesline. Tony dodges underneath his arm and catches Maurice’s neck. He drags them both to the ground, hitting a crushing neck breaker on Maurice. Maurice grabs his neck and holds it in pain. Tony climbs to his feet and grabs Maurice by the head, pulling him to his feet. He irish whips Maurice in to the turnbuckle and follows quickly behind him. Tony’s chest hit’s the turnbuckle pad as Maurice ducks under his arm. He grabs Tony by the tights and rolls him up for the pin.
Tony used the momentum from the roll back to easily push out of Maurice’s roll up.
Zach Davis: Tony easily powers out of that one!
Erin Robbins: Maurice thought it would be that easy? Too many fish sticks, I guess.
As Tony kicked out, he did a backwards somersault and pushed himself off the ground. Maurice had just got to a kneeling position as Tony hit him with a clothesline that knocked him back down. Tony ended up on top of him and begin hitting some mounted punches. One punch connects with Maurice…Two…Three…Fo…Maurice blocks the forth punch and pushes Tony off of him. Maurice climbs to his feet and knees Tony across the face and knocks him back down. Maurice then climbs on top of Tony and begins hitting mounted punches of his own. One…Two…Three…Four…Fi…
Zach Davis: Tony T now just taking a beating in there!
Erin Robbins: He needs to find a way out of this one or he might be…
Tony T takes his turn to stop Maurice from hitting him. Tony brings his hand up and clenches it on Maurice’s arm. He applies and twist which makes Maurice writhe in agony. He uses Maurice’s temporary moment of weakness to get back to his feet, keeping the arm lock applied. Maurice struggles some more and uses his free hand to try to loosen Tony’s grip. Tony applies the arm lock even tighter, keeping Maurice kneeling on the ground, unable to obtain leverage.
Erin Robbins: If Maurice doesn’t find a way out of this, it could be the end for him in there.
Zach Davis: He could tap out here!
The ref keeps it in close to Maurice who refuses to quit. Tony frees one of his hands and punches Maurice across the face. The ref pushes Tony off of Maurice. Maurice, now enraged, comes at Tony T. It breaks out in to an all out brawl, with the ref being unable to control the two men. As the competitors throw a flurry of punches at each other, they both land one on the others cranium, knocking them both to the ground. They both lay on the ground, clutching their heads. They start to slowly climb to their feet. Maurice whips his hair back and brawlers men come in close to each other, no longer fighting but staring at each other.
Zach Davis: These two fighters, just giving it their all. I think they may have found a mutual respect for each other. They’re so evenly matched in the there.
Erin Robbins: I don’t know how this one is going to end Zach, but it looks like it’s coming to a head here.
Tony attempts a grapple, but Maurice whips his arms and knocks Tony off balance. He brings a hard forearm smash in to Tony T’s back. He then grabs him and irish whips him in to the ropes. As he comes back, Maurice hits him with a hard big boot. Tony T crashes to the ground. Maurice picks him up by the head, pulling him to his feet. Tony powers out and hit’s a few more punches on Maurice, knocking him back in to the ropes. He runs and attempts a body press, but Maurice rolls out of the way. Tony bounces backwards off the ropes and Maurice catches him around the waist. He lifts him up in a suplex, but quickly spins 180 degrees, pushes Tony towards the ground, and completes it in a sit out wheelbarrow face buster. Tony’s head makes impact with the mat. Maurice pushes Tony’s legs off of him and quickly rolls up Tony’s legs.
Zach Davis: This could be it Erin!
Erin Robbins: The way his head hit the mat…it was sick Zach!
Tony’s shoulder comes up off the mat in a surprising comeback. The crowd roared, believing Tony to be down and out. He pushes Maurice off of him and stumbles to his feet. Maurice runs at him and attempts a second big boot. Tony catches his leg and adds extra momentum. Maurice’s leg catches the ropes and hangs him up. Tony runs up from behind and hit’s a clothesline directly to Maurice’s shoulder and spine. He falls off the rope and slams on the mat. Tony falls to his knee, clearly still dazed from the face buster earlier. He starts wailing additional punches to Maurice’s head. One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Maurice brings his leg up and kicks Tony T across the side, knocking him over and leaving him clutching his side in agony.
Maurice gets to his feet and quickly hit’s a knee trembler on Tony. Tony fell back over and Maurice laid a a stomp on him. Tony T catches his leg as a second stomp was incoming and pushes him over once again. Tony T climbs to his feet and pushes himself off the ropes. He uses the momentum to try another clothesline to Maurice’s back. Maurice perceives this and ducks underneath it again. He catches Tony T around the waist again and once again sets up his another devastating wheelbarrow facebuster.
Zach Davis: SUCK MY FISHSTICK!
Erin Robbins: NO! NOT AGAIN!
Tony T’s head impacts the mat again. This time, Maurice rolls Tony T over and wraps up his legs for the pin.
Erin Robbins: He’s done it! Another impressive victory for The Heir to the Denmark Throne, Mr. Maurice Zangles!
Erin Robbins: Another impressive victory indeed. This was not an easily won fight for this gentlemen. Maurice and Tony both went in there and gave every ounce of themselves for this fight! And just listen to this crowd.
Zach Davis: Erin.. are you talking to yourself?
Erin Robbins: With some recent news involving Sarah Twilight, yes, I'm slowly going insane.
"Welcome Home" by King Diamond hit’s the arena as Maurice exit’s the ring with his lovely ladies in tow. Even more fish stick coupons rain from the sky as this superstar and his women make their way to the back. He stops once more on the stage and takes a bow to a loud pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Give a man a fish stick and he eats for a day. Give a man 10,000 fish stick coupons and he’ll eat for…well, probably a few days.
Erin Robbins: That’s disgusting. Fish sticks are disgusting Zach.
Tony T lays dazed in the ring, unable to believe what just happened.
We see Bryan Worthy in his WCF sportsjacket standing in front of a green screened “What’s the Buzz?” logo.
Bryan Worthy: Good evening. Welcome to a truncated edition of “What’s the Buzz?” Earlier this week, we sat down and spoke with returning superstar Jayden Thunder, to talk about his career so far in WCF and the alliance he has formed with two recent additions to the company: Colin Marshall and Corben Stein.
Cut to Bryan and Jayden sitting on the standard “What’s the Buzz?” studio set. Kaden Black, Jayden’s hulking bodyguard/enforcer, stands behind his client, his demeanor a mix of menace and boredom.
Bryan Worthy: You have been active on and off in Wrestling Championship Federation since One. So far, how would you describe your time in the company?
Jayden Thunder: I would describe it as fun. It’s a nice experience to be a part of the bump and grind trying to move up the ladder of WCF. I admit things haven’t gone the way I’d like so far but such is the way of professional wrestling. It’s a dog eat dog world out here and instead of ducking my tail between my legs and running, I come back every week with more bark and bite. I will not be satisfied until I am one of the top dogs in that yard. Every time I look in the mirror I notice a void missing from my body, no gold draped over my shoulder and no gold around my waist. I know I'm better than this and I’m growing hungrier, and hungrier as the weeks go by. Eventually I will get that bone and you’d be a fool to take a bone away from a dog.
Bryan Worthy: Your wife, Marilyn Rayne, was previously part of the WCF roster. Do you think she may return to competition at some point?
Jayden Thunder: It’s hard to say at this point in time. She was shaken up when she was on the losing end of her debut match with Mark Dillinger. She…we underestimated him in the end and she got bit. Marilyn is spending her time at home reflecting on if professional wrestling is what she wants to seriously pursue. Not to cause copyright infringement, but our situation is kind of like the Robinsons, Matt and Stacy. Marilyn is afraid she won’t be able to step out of my shadow since I’ve been wrestling way longer, but who knows, with the recent successes of women frontrunners, Stacy Robinson, Chelsea Black Armstrong, and Denise D’evil, she may be getting the itch to trade in heels for wrestling boots and get back out there. We’ll see, I guess.
Bryan Worthy: Who are Zenith?
Jayden Thunder: Zenith is made up of myself, Corbin Stein and Colin Marshal. As far as how we’ve come together, it’s pretty simple: We're three smart, cocky heels who knew it would be a fool’s game to try and go at everything alone. We team up for the common interest of being at the head of the pack.
For further explanation here are some words from my fellow brothers of Zenith:
Jayden quotes his stable mates from memory.
Colin Marshall: Zenith is not a state of mind. Zenith is a point you reach. We of Zenith have not become, but are destined to be on top. For those who say we don't have what it takes, give it time. Nothing in life is worth having if it’s easy.
Corbin Stein: People have been asking: Why Zenith? Why claim superiority when you've not proven it? The funny thing is: We're not claiming superiority, but we are just announcing the truth. We are the superior beings that wrestling has sought. That, fans have searched for: yet we all know that the truth is something that mere people can't handle.
Bryan Worthy: What are Zenith's goals?
Jayden Thunder: To be spoken of the same upper echelon as the Pantheons’, the S-PAC’s, even the Thickness’. We are striving to conquer everything that is placed in our way and becoming Kings to sit atop the throne. If one of us captures the Heavyweight title, the other two go for a tag title reign or just try to hold other titles. We want the fame, the glory, and respect. And we believe that through Zenith, we will get those things. Just a matter of time.
It’s at this point the segment ends, and Slam returns to its live broadcast.
Tensions are high as the wrestlers shuffle around the ring waiting for the bell. A few make false jumps were attempted but the competitors kept their distance as the last man enters the ring.
Ding ding ding!
All twelve fighters charge at one another with no discernible edge with the exception of Ollie who hurried backwards as everyone dives at each other in the center. He waits, reading the chaotic mass for the right moment when Red Dragon sends The Mainevent stumbling back where Ollie grabs him by his neck and uses the momentum to throw him out of the ring.
Doc Henry is pinned into the turnbuckles as James Fatel hits him with repeated shoulder blocks to the gut before Tyler Walker German suplexes James into the center of ring. Doc stumbled out of the corner to be met with a clothesline from Peter Quinn proceeded by repetitive elbow drops before being caught with a bulldog by Evan Vayne.
Ollie continues his rampage as he goes goes after Red Dragon was a series of strikes to the gut and grabs the back of his neck in an attempt to throw him out but Red Dragon stands his ground and ducks out. But Ollie quick and turns around to be met with a calf kick sending his into the ropes. The Red Dragon jumps forward with a clothesline but Ollie ducks out and pulls down the rope to send Red Dragon flying to the ground.
Evan sends Quinn into the rope and bends down for body toss but Peter stops short on return and kicks Mr. Vayne in the face. The force sends Evan reeling back into the ropes. Peter tries to capitalize and grabs Evan by the trunks to get him over the rope but is met with resistance as Evan clings to the rope.
Night Rider and trade blows in the middle of the ring trying to knock each other off stance. The crowd seems focus on this bout as they let out a thunderous boo for every strike Night Rider threw and a bursting cheer for Doc Henry. Tyler Walker and James Fatel rolling with blows against the turnbuckle when The Ultimate Destroyer comes in with a body splash sending both wrestlers to the mat. Destroyer picks up James as Ollie goes after Tyler Walker. Doc Henry is able to get the upper hand and slowly strikes Night Rider into the ropes then tries to rush him out of the ring but Night Rider bends down and sends Doc flying with a body toss over the ropes and onto the floor.
Evan elbows Peter away and hops off the ropes. He attempts to turn the tables on Peter by grabbing him by the neck and goes for a running through but Peter pushes him into the ropes and returns to trying to force Evan over the ropes. But instead of grabbing the ropes again, Evan grabs onto Peter; catching him as they bent to far over the ropes causing them both to be eliminated.
Destroyer body slams Fatel to the mat and proceeds to stomp over his shoulder but out of no where Night Rider tackles him to the ground and begins pummeling him with fist after fist. Tyler Walker hip tosses Ollie but The Magical Bum gets back to his feet right away only to be met with an elbow. But that doesn't stop Ollie as he once again hurries to his feet to once again be knocked down with another elbow then a sidewalk slam.
Fatel slowly gets to his feet and joins Night Rider in the beat down of The Ultimate Destroyer. They eventually drag Destroyer to his feet and go to irish whip him with their combined strength into the ropes at such a speed that he flings over onto the apron. Fatel tries to hurry and hit Destroyer with a drop kick but Destroyer was able to lean back far enough for it to miss but only to be knocked off with a leaping punch from Night Rider.
Tyler Walker grips Ollie into a bear hug. Ollie visibly fades in an out from the pressure around his mid section as Tyler makes his way over to the rope but before he could reach the edge Ollie lays an elbow into the side of his neck. The crowd's cheers slowly build as they see their hero regain control. Ollie builds speed with his strike until he is finally freed from the crushing grasp. As soon as he is able to, he jumps back to the ropes but the bear hug put a toll on his back and lessened his speed to the point where Tyler could prepare and hit Ollie with a belly to belly suplex sending him right into Night Rider and James Fatel who were duking it out not to far away.
Tyler takes a moment and singles out Fatel with a devilish grin. He pulls him up by his hair and places him against the rope and flips him over the ropes with a violent clothesline. Upon turning around, Tyler is met with Ollie trying to clothesline him over the rope at once but couldn't get the force behind it causing Tyler to grab onto Ollies face and throw him backwards. Tyler tries to follow after but Night Rider intercepts and know him backwards into the rope with a stiff shoulder. Tyler bounces off and returns the blow but Night Rider is only knocked back a few steps. Tyler jumps back against the ropes and leans into another stiff shoulder this time knocking Night Rider back a few more steps. He goes for another bounce off the ropes but Night Rider takes the initiative and knocks down Tyler with a big boot.
Ollie jumps up on Night Rider's back with a sleeper hold. Night Rider tries to reach behind but Ollie keeps shifting around. After a groggy return to his feet, he charges Night Rider and knocks him to his feet with a spear causing all the weight to land on Ollie.
Tyler roars out to the crowd to kill time to catch his breath. He forces Ollie to his feet and plants him with a power bomb. Tyler laughs as he starts to get cocky and lifts Night Rider to his feet for a DDT but Night Rider shoves him into the ropes and slams him with a spine buster. He picks him back up and lifts him onto his shoulders. He walks over to the ropes and tries to dump Tyler out of the ring but Tyler holds on for dear life.
Tyler tries to pull Night Rider over the ropes but before he could get the leverage, Ollie comes out with a drop kick to the face causing Tyler to fall to the floor.
Zach Davis: What else is going to happen?
Well, a LOT of crazy stuff happens and a lot of people eliminate other people. But in the end it comes down to Night Rider and Ollie the Magic Bum.
Erin Robbins: THE NIGHT VERSUS THE MAGIC!
Ollie runs at Night Rider, Night Rider sidesteps him and throws him over the top rope!
Zach Davis: THERE YOU HAVE IT! NIGHT RIDER WINS!
Erin Robbins: He just won a battle royal, Zach. He's ready for Team Science next Sunday!
The bell sounds and Night Rider celebrates as we go to commercial.
...But then we come back from commercial. Everyone now having left the ring area except for himself, Peter Quinn begins to head out to the locker room, until "Master of Puppets" interrupts him. Seth comes out the curtains, looking not at all pleased with Quinn.
Seth Lerch: Cut the music, hand this bitch a mic!
The crowd begins to boo him for calling Peter a bitch, yet Seth pays absolutely no mind to it as a stage hand hands Peter a mic.
Seth Lerch: Mr. Quinn...Mr. fucking Quinn...do you have any idea how badly you've been doing these past few weeks? Any idea at all?
Peter ponders for a moment before responding.
Peter Quinn: I'd say below average...
Seth Lerch: BELOW AVERAGE MY ASS! This is the THIRD week in a row that you've lost!
Peter Quinn: Well technically one of those three was a disqualification...
Seth Lerch: NO! SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY EXCUSES FROM YOU, YOU DIPSHIT!
Boos now rain from the crowd like a monsoon at Seth, as he continues talking to Quinn.
Seth Lerch: You listen to me, and you listen well you little PUNK! I'm tired of having urchins like you destroy this show I've spent so many years of my life on!
Peter Quinn: Jordan Young.
Quinn's interruption catches Seth off his guard.
Seth Lerch: What did you just...?
Peter Quinn: Do you remember Jordan Young, that kid you had me fight a few weeks ago, the one who could barely hold a candle to me? Seth, I don't think the problem is me...I think the problem is the quality control going on in this establishment.
The crowd starts going wild while Seth starts fuming.
Seth Lerch: THAT DOES IT! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR LIP! PETER FUCKING QUINN...YOU"RE FI-
Suddenly, Seth is stopped dead in his tracks...by a man in a Guy Fawkes mask and street clothes. He taps Seth once lightly on the shoulder, and after Seth turns around, lands him with a singular, hard hitting punch that rocks damn near the entire arena, sending the crowd into a frenzy and knocking Seth out cold. The man turns to face Quinn in the ring and motions for him to come and escape, which Quinn obeys without question. Medics rush on the scene to tend to Seth, who fortunately is quick to awaken, and unfortunately even quicker to anger as he realizes what has just happened to him. He calls a few security guards to help him find the two men as everyone else gets ready for the next match.
"Criminals" by Big B comes blaring over the P.A. system as Waylon Cash steps out onto the entrance ramp. The fans boo loudly, as he holds the "REAL" WCF Championship belt high above his head. He smirks as he is showered with jeers.
Erin Robbins: There is Waylon Cash with the WCF World Championship.
Zach Davis: Don't call it that! It's his counterfeit title!
Erin Robbins: Fine, I'll call it what it is. The REAL WCF Championship!
Zach Davis: You're the worst.
Waylon struts down the ramp, smiling the whole way. He is pelted with a few piece of garbage, and immediately changes his demeanor. He stares over at the fan with an angry glare, and begins demanding that security kick him out. Reluctantly they do so, and Waylon continues his walk to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and grabs a mic from the ringside attendant.
Waylon Cash: Alright, shut the fuck up!
The crowd only boos louder, so Waylon chooses to talk over them.
Waylon Cash: Last week Steve Orbit challenged me to a match at Aftermath. Seems someone wants to get his hands on my REAL WCF Title. That's cool. It's pretty prestigious. I'll give you the match, but only if you put your fake WCF title on the line.
The crowd grows even madder, which causes Waylon to smile.
Waylon Cash: That's right. I never want you to be able to pretend to be the champ again. What I'm proposin' is this. We hang both our belts high above the ring, and we have ourselves a good ol' fashioned ladder match! See, I'm tired of tradin' wins back and forth, havin' matches end in draws. This one ends it. One of us wins, one of us loses, and that's it.
The crowd cheers at this prospect, which causes Waylon to rolls his eyes.
Waylon Cash: God damn, y'all couldn't BE a bigger flock of sheep. Steve Orbit disrespects women, drags people into addiction, steals title belts, and you cheer him? Is there somethin' in the water in this city? Whatever's in it, it's clearly turnin' y'all brains into mush.
The cheap line gets the boos he was looking for.
Waylon Cash: Here's the bottom line. Waylon Cash, Steve Orbit, Aftermath, Ladder match. Winner is the undisputed WCF World Heavyweight Champion. And Steve... it's gonna be nasty.
Waylon drops the mic, and holds his belt high again, before rolling under the bottom rope and heading to the back.
Zach Davis: HUGE announcement from Waylon Cash. Looks like Cash versus Orbit will be a ladder match.
Erin Robbins: I can't wait for that. Should be something special.
Zach Davis: Well up next we’ve got six man tag team action…
Erin Robbins: This should be interesting…
‘Redneck Nation’ by Moccasin Creek blasts out of the PA system as Adam Young, Collin Corona and Dory Blanchard walk out onto the stage followed by Robert Hattfield and Firefly. They begin making their way down the ramp to a chorus of booing from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a Six Man Tag Team Match set for one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by ‘Headcase’ Robert Hattfield and Firefly…at a combined weight of 835 pounds! The team of Collin ‘King’ Corona, ‘White Trash’ Dory Blanchard and ‘The Villain’ Adam Young! The…Redneck…Nation!
All five of them climb into the ring and celebrate in the ring as if they have already won the match before they prepare themselves for the arrival of their opponents as ‘Redneck Nation’ fades out.
Zach Davis: Well, there we see the Redneck Nation…but their opponents are yet to come…
Erin Robbins: And their opponents are the vicious new group here in the WCF, The Legion…
‘Hell March 1’ by From First To Last blasts out of the PA system as Mr E, Robert Wolf and Drake Goodnight appear at the top of the steps in the audience. They then begin making their way down the steps towards the barricade.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents…making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 709 pounds! The team of Mr E, Robert Wolf and Drake Goodnight! The…Legion!
All three men climb over the barricade and surround the ring before they all climb up onto the ring apron and through the ropes in unison before standing in the centre of the ring, touching fists with one another as ‘Hell March 1’ fades out.
Zach Davis: This group is scary…
Erin Robbins: Quit being a cry baby…
The referee calls for the bell as both teams decide which member of their respective teams will begin the match. As Hattfield and Firefly leave the ring, it’s decided that Goodnight will kick things off for The Legion where Corona will start for The Redneck Nation.
Zach Davis: Drake Goodnight starting this match off here with Collin Corona…
The two men circle one another before locking up in the centre of the ring; Corona uses his weight advantage to quickly lock Goodnight in a side headlock. Goodnight quickly responds by bouncing him off the ropes, breaking the hold, however Goodnight is floored with a shoulder tackle from Corona.
Erin Robbins: Corona with a shoulder tackle there…
Corona smiles sadistically and begins yelling obscenities at Wolf and E to try and get under their skin, as he does however, Goodnight gets back to his feet and when Corona turns around, Goodnight kicks him in the gut and nails him with a snap DDT followed by a quick pin.
Zach Davis: Only a one count there…
Goodnight delivers a flurry of stomps to Corona’s body before he picks him up and drags him over to his corner and tags in Wolf.
Erin Robbins: And here comes Robert Wolf…
Wolf enters the ring as Goodnight holds Corona by his arms and Wolf delivers a swift kick to Corona’s gut before Goodnight releases him and climbs out of the ring. Wolf then follows up with a reverse STO into the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Corona is in a dangerous position here; he needs to get out of The Legion’s corner…
Wolf picks Corona up onto his feet and sets him up for a vertical drop brainbuster; however Corona shifts his weight and drops down behind Wolf on his feet. He then shoves Wolf towards the corner of The Legion before he quickly turns to his own corner and tags in Young.
Erin Robbins: Here comes Adam Young…
Young quickly gets into the ring and charges at Wolf with a clothesline, however Wolf ducks the shot and bounces off the ropes and nails Young with a strong lariat before bouncing off the ropes again and hitting him with a running jumping delayed knee drop.
Zach Davis: Great combination of moves there by Wolf…
Wolf goes for a pin on Young, but before the referee can count the one, Corona quickly gets into the ring and breaks the pin with a stiff kick to the back of Wolf’s head.
Erin Robbins: What a kick…
Wolf quickly gets to his feet and begins mouthing off at Corona for getting involved, after a few moments, Young gets to his feet and quickly hits Wolf with a running swinging neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Beautiful swinging neckbreaker from out of nowhere by Adam Young!
Young quickly picks Wolf up and hits him with a reverse STO followed by a pin.
Erin Robbins: And just a one count there…
Young gets to his feet and looks over to his corner as Blanchard is holding out his hand wanting to be tagged in, Young obliges and tags him in before he grabs hold of Wolf’s leg whilst Blanchard gets into the ring and delivers a falling elbow drop to the spine of Wolf. Young is lectured by the referee before he leaves the ring allowing the match to continue with the two legal competitors.
Zach Davis: And here comes the big man in The Redneck Nation, Dory Blanchard…
Blanchard lifts Wolf to his feet, but Wolf quickly breaks free from Blanchard’s grasp and attempts to kick him in the gut; however Blanchard grabs Wolf’s foot.
Erin Robbins: And Blanchard grabs the foot of Wolf…
Wolf quickly nails Blanchard with an Enzuigiri using his free foot before then diving towards his corner and tagging in E.
Zach Davis: It’s big man versus big man now!
E quickly gets into the ring and let’s out an almighty roar before charging towards Blanchard and nailing him with a vicious leaping clothesline before charging towards the corner of The Redneck Nation and knocking both Corona and Young off the ring apron sending them crashing to the floor below.
Erin Robbins: E taking down all three members of The Redneck Nation!
E lets out another roar as Firefly jumps up onto the ring apron and begins shouting at E who glares at her.
Zach Davis: What is she doing getting involved in this?
With E distracted, Blanchard gets to his feet and charges towards E, however E quickly sidesteps Blanchard who goes crashing into Firefly, luckily for her however; she is caught in mid-air by Hattfield.
Erin Robbins: Robert Hattfield saving Firefly from getting seriously hurt there…
E walks over to the turnbuckle furthest away from where Blanchard is before letting out yet another roar, clenching his fist before he drops to one knee and punches the mat.
Zach Davis: E setting up for his Superman punch…
As he measures Blanchard, Young and Corona quickly enter the ring and jump on E and begin pummelling him to the ground as Blanchard helps.
Erin Robbins: The big man of The Legion is getting ganged up on here…
Wolf and Goodnight quickly get into the ring and begin helping out E who rolls out of the ring. They quickly hit Blanchard with a double DDT before then both charging towards Young and Corona, hitting them both with a clothesline sending them over the top rope to the outside.
Zach Davis: The referee has lost complete control of this match right here…
As both Young and Corona get to their feet, back in the ring, Wolf and Goodnight look at one another and nod before grabbing hold of the top rope, they go to leap over the top rope when Hattfield quickly moves in front of both Young and Corona, sticking his hands up and pleading with them not to dive onto them.
Erin Robbins: Robert Hattfield trying to stop The Legion from causing more damage…
Suddenly Hattfield’s attention is diverted as E bursts onto the scene and nails him with a crushing spear, nearly breaking the manager in half.
Zach Davis: Holy crap! What a spear!
E then slides back into the ring as both Goodnight and Wolf run towards the opposing ropes, bounce off them and then hits both Young and Corona with suicide dives.
Erin Robbins: The referee needs to restore order here…the legal men are still Mr E of The Legion and Dory Blanchard of The Redneck Nation.
After several moments, Mr. E and Blanchard find themselves in the middle of the ring, where E is able to hit his Spinout Fireman's Carry Facebuster.
Zach Davis: THE ENIGMA!
E goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: The Legion gets the win!
The three Legion members join each other on the ramp to celebrate their victory.
We cut backstage as we see Stacy Robinson and Marina Valdivia making their way through the backstage area.
Zach Davis: There we see Stacy Robinson and Marina Valdivia, but what are they up too?
Erin Robbins: Who knows…
The two women reach the locker room belonging to Chelsea Black Armstrong and Stacy turns to Marina.
Stacy Robinson: Okay Marina, you keep watch while I go and get my brother…
Marina Valdivia: No problem Stace…
Stacy enters the locker room as Marina stays outside the door, once inside, Stacy notices her brother, Paul tied to a chair looking very groggy. He barely lifts his head and notices his younger sister.
Paul Jones: Sta…Stacy…
Stacy Robinson: Oh Paul, I’m so glad to see you again…
Stacy wraps her arms around her brother before she begins to untie him.
Paul Jones: I’m…sorry…Stacy…she made me…take it…she forced me…to inject myself…with it…
Stacy Robinson: It’s not your fault, I’m going to get you out of here and I’m going to get you the best help available…
She finishes untying him and he suddenly falls unconscious.
Stacy Robinson: Marina! I need your help!
Marina quickly enters the locker room and heads over to where Stacy and Paul are and she begins helping Stacy lift him and begin guiding him out of the locker room.
Marina Valdivia: What happened?
Stacy Robinson: He was talking at first, barely…but he’s just gone unconscious…
The three of them exit the locker room and instantly, referee Stan Mosley’s voice can be heard off camera.
Stan Mosley: Quick, we need a stretcher right away over here…
Moment later a couple of EMT’s along with Stan Mosley appear on scene with a stretcher and they help Stacy and Marina place Paul onto it and then begin wheeling it through to an ambulance that is waiting in the parking lot. They put Paul into the back of the ambulance and Stacy turns to Marina.
Stacy Robinson: Marina, can you do me another favour and go to the hospital with Paul for me, I’ve still got my match with Chelsea…
Marina Valdivia: No problem Stace…
Stacy Robinson: Thanks, I’ll meet you at the hospital as soon as I’ve finished the match…
Marina nods and smiles before she hops into the back of the ambulance with Paul, the EMT’s then close the back doors of the ambulance and hit the back of it signalling it’s okay to move and the ambulance heads through the parking lot and out of the arena, the sirens echoing through the parking lot.
The introduction to Critical Acclaim by Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare out of the PA system, almost being drowned out by the viscous hatred that is being spewed by the fanbase in attendance for tonight's show. The spotlights turn off one at a time: from the ring to the stage, until a single one is left: That is the one shining directly onto the stage, where the figure of Corbin Stein is now evident, a sarcastic smile on his face and a cold expression in his eyes. He doesn't bother looking at the crowd, but mockingly laughs as he runs his hands slowly down the trench-coat and steps out from the spotlight, making his way through the darkness, while the spotlights slowly begin to turn back on: one by one in the same order that the turned off in. The crowd continue their jeering, which only makes Corbin turn to the fans sitting in the front row and shoot them the same smile that he had entered with, causing them to jeer even more as his sarcasm is more than evident. Slightly picking up the pace, Corbin halts at the top of the ramp, walking clockwise (left) and taking off his trench-coat, choosing not to entrust the stage-hands with it: placing it onto a empty chair that was left ringside himself.
Kyle Steel: Introducing...The "Meta" Of Professional Wrestling...Weighing in at two hundred-twenty pounds...He is Corbin Stein!
Corbin slides into the ring, walking straight over to the ring announcer and shaking his head, but then laughing as he walks to his corner, choosing not to fight over the way he was announced. He then rubs his hands together, before mockingly posing in order to raise the fan's ire and hatred further before awaiting the ring bell.
Zach Davis: Well he hasn't endured him self to the WCF Universe or most of the superstars in the locker room, but there's no denying that Corbin Stein is a talented young man.
Erin Robbins: Talented and accomplished, Zach. The Meta has held championships in other organizations and he had a very impressive showing in last week's fifteen man battle royal, coming within an eyelash of victory. He'll be looking to pick up his first win in WCF competition 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 opening bell.
Zach Davis: Mr. Carr has looked good, one win and one loss so far in WCF. I think this kid has a bright future here.
Erin Robbins: He's a great athlete, Zach, but does he have the wrestling chops to be a great WCF superstar? Only time will tell. This match is a great opportunity for both of these young men to make a statement.
Zip Wingdinger oversees the action as Carr and Stein move in for the collar and elbow. Corbin gets the advantage and slips behind Carr for the hammerlock, immediately going for the Dutch Driller. Carr has the move scouted and alertly slips out of it.
Zach Davis: Oof! That was close! Stein was going for the Dutch Driller and that's a move that he will attempt early and often.
Erin Robbins: Stein makes no bones about it, Zach. He calls the Dutch Driller his One Move Finish and he attempts it as often as necessary until he hits it.
Carr flashes Stein a smile after the close call. Corbin flashes a cocky grin right back at him, mocking the football star. They lock up again. This time DeShawn gets the advantage with a go-behind into a rear waistlock. Corbin doesn't like it. He doesn't like having the football stud behind him. He throws a back elbow that DeShawn ducks, but it gives Corbin the opening to pull the switch and gain position on DeShawn. They scramble again, Carr gets the escape and wrenches in an armwringer. Corbin fights it. He's tense. His arm is feeling the pain of Carr's strength and leverage advantage. Corbin counters out of it with a flip followed by a stiff kick to the ribs.
Zach Davis: Good chain wrestling by these young bucks. Surprised to see Carr holding his own against Stein in that department, Erin?
Erin Robbins: A little bit, Zach, but I think Stein is feeling him out, seeing what the kid has to offer.
They lock up, again, and this time Stein goes the heel route with a knee to the midsection and a lightning quick snap suplex. Carr swiftly gets to his feet and eats a Back Spinning Heel Kick by the Meta. Stein taunts to the fans before grappling Carr once again into the hammerlock and that same Dutch Driller attempt. Carr is getting antsy now. He spins out of it and lands a HUGE knee to the gut. Carr wraps him up. Overhead belly to belly suplex!
Zach Davis: Carr showing off skills and the intensity to back em up!
Erin Robbins: Stein might be getting more than he bargained for, Zach.
Stein kips up to the mat, hardly perturbed, still a cocky grin plastered on his face.
Zach Davis: Even in duress the man's confidence is never shaken.
Erin Robbins: It's good to be the Meta, Zach. Never a care in the world. You just know that no matter what, your shit don't stink. That's a good life.
Carr loses his cool a bit and starts mouthing off at Stein. Stein starts laughing at him. Carr charges at him, looking for the Spear, but Stein leapfrogs and Carr hits the steel post through the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Carr hit the post shoulder first! He let his temper get away from him and that's exactly what Stein counted on!
Erin Robbins: Those damn hot headed football players, Zach. They need to learn how to relax and be cool, like professional wrestlers.
Zach Davis: Bruiser Brody was a sensitive man.
Stein gets on Carr like a hyena on a carcass and drops DeShawn to the mat with a nasty inverted DDT, impacting the head, neck and shoulders region.
Zach Davis: Stein is a sniper in that ring. He knows how to pinpoint injured body parts for the maximum damage.
Erin Robbins: And he enjoys his work, Zach. Always a smile on his face. Such a good boy! Making mama so proud.
Stein savors the opportunity to put more of a hurting on Carr and immediately cinches in the Cobra clutch. Carr is wobbly on his feet, swaying to an inaudible slow jam, as he tries to shake the cobwebs.
Erin Robbins: I think that perhaps the cream has risen to the top. Listen, Carr did a brave thing committing to WCF, trying to do this wrestling gig, he gave it an earnest effort, gave it the ol' college try, but he's in there with a killer in this Corbin Stein. You're not dealing with inverted DDT's and Cobra Clutches on the gridiron. Hahahaha. Such a silly game, football is.
Zach Davis: I wouldn't speak so fast and so loud, Erin. Carr is fighting that Cobra Clutch with every savory morsel of muscle in his being.
Stein grits his teeth, piling on the pressure, reveling in the punishment that he's inflicting upon Carr, but Carr's resisting the urge to tap. He's playing through the pain like a Super Bowl Champion.
Zach Davis: Stein is verbally taunting the man. "What's the matter? Are you going to cry, tough guy?" Is that really necessary? This is professional wrestling. It's supposed to be a dignified pursuit.
Erin Robbins: Sounds like you're doing enough crying for you and DeShawn, Zach. Geez, grow a pair, will ya?
DeShawn finally bursts toward the ropes, grabbing hold of them, prompting the ref to order the hold be broken. Stein only complies after a four count and a threat of disqualification. Stein spins Carr around, hammerlock, Dutch Driller!
Erin Robbins: Corbin hit it! The Meta has arrived! Nighty night, DeShawn Carr!
Zach Davis: But, NO! The impact caused Carr to roll out of the ring!
Stein scoffs at his misfortune and climbs out of the ring. He pulls Carr's dead weight to his feet. Rather than trying to roll DeShawn back into the ring, Corbin flashes that cocky grin once again and decides to have some "fun".
Zach Davis: You can't just beat the man, Stein? You have to end his career, too?
Erin Robbins: Oh, grow up, Zach. DeShawn made his career choice and he made the wrong choice. When you make wrong choices in this life there are consequences to be paid.
Stein whips the barely conscious Carr as hard as he can into the steel ring post. Carr once again hits the post shoulder first, causing him to scream out in pain and actually reviving him, though he's hardly in a position to do much of anything about his predicament. Stein pulls him up and whips him again, though this time it's reversed by Carr. He whips Stein right into the ring steps and Stein hits them with a loud CLANG!
Zach Davis: DeShawn Carr isn't out of it yet! This kid's got heart, Erin!
The crowd pops for Carr. He rolls into the ring and lies on the mat to recover.
Erin Robbins: Stein has to get back into the ring or he'll be counted out!
Stein just does beat the ref's ten count back into the ring, ignoring the taunts and catcalls from the fans as he does so.
Erin Robbins: And how about the heart of Corbin Stein, Zach? Huh?
Zach Davis: Yeah, sure, whatever.
Carr is still down on the mat when Stein goes back on the attack with a stiff boot to the midsection and another and another and another, really a barrage of boots to the midsection.
Zach Davis: Viciousness from Corbin Stein. This man doesn't have an off button.
Erin Robbin: He's the Meta, Zach. You can't turn that off. Even he can't turn that off. Why would he want to turn that off?
Carr pulls himself up using the ropes, only to fall into the meddlesome hands of Corbin Stein once more.
Zach Davis: Rolling Cutter from Stein, NO! Carr rolls through it! The Natural Beast from the East just dropped Corbin Stein with a shoulder tackle! And another one! And another one!
Erin Robbins: No, Corbin! No, no! Gotta slow that dumb jock down! Sweep the leg!
Corbin tries to sweep the leg, but Carr's having none of it. He fires off big shots, combinations of lefts and rights that rock the Meta and put him on Queer Street.
Zach Davis: Carr's bringing it! This is his chance!
Carr whips Corbin into the ropes. Carr leapfrogs, then hits a big clothesline. Stein is slow getting to his feet. Carr is stalking. Stein finally gets up.
Erin Robbins: Spear! Damn it Carr hit the Spear!
Carr makes the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Stein kicks out but Carr is in the driver's seat!
Erin Robbins: No time for weird little puns, Zach, this is serious business!
Zach Davis: Tie-up knee strike by Carr! And he's going for the powerbomb now! This could be the Natural Diamond!
Carr tries to get him up but Stein flips out of it.
Erin Robbins: The Meta escaped!
He grabs Carr. Double knee gutbuster. Carr is down. Stein is calling for it. The finish is near.
Zach Davis: Oh no. It's about to be Dutch Driller time!
Carr is up. Stein pounces. Dutch Driller! Stein covers.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Corbin Stein picks up his first WCF win! Great showing by DeShawn Carr but he came up a little short tonight.
Erin Robbins: Meta had this match in the bag all the way, Zach. DeShawn tried his best, but he's just not Meta!
Corbin's music plays as he flings his sweat onto the fans in the front row and refuses to have his hand raised by the referee, rather climbing onto the turnbuckles and drinking in the boos. Carr walks to the back, clearly disappointed.
Zach Davis: And we go backstage with Kyle Steel.
We are now backstage with Kyle as he introduces his guest.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it's been years since he's competed at Sunday Night Slam.. he's my guest at this time.. Torture.
crowd goes ape shit. Torture walks into frame.
Kyle Steel: Thoughts going into tonight's main event?
Torture: Tonight is going to be epic, Kyle. Tonight isn't about Waylon Cash and how he stole the World Championship and all that drama
Torture: Tonight isn't about Waylon Cash having more acid trip visions and talking to Earth like it's a person.
Torture: Tonight isn't about Logan continuing to waste money and pay for ghost writers so he can continue conning poor wrestling fans with the same stuff he's been saying for over a decade.
Crowd pops.. Logan fans boo.
Torture: Tonight is about one thing, Kyle... tonight .. Torture walks down that isle to the Wrestling Championship Federation gridiron, with his tag team partner Steve Orbit.. and we kick some ass.
Torture: Not just any ordinary ass though, Kyle. No way. We have two dudes who are asking, no Kyle, they're begging, NO KYLE.. they're demanding an ass kicking from Orbit and myself.. the one and only.. the man made god.. the new dynasty HIMSELF... The Icon killer.. the dude who has damn near beaten everyone IN the hall of fame..
Torture: And if I still wasn't around Jay Price wouldn't have anyone to steal material from..
Crowd pops. Torture smiles and soaks in the crowd's laughter.
Zach Davis: Torture is on one tonight.
Erin Robbins: This is classic Torture!
Torture: They're DEMANDING we kick their ass, and that's okay, because I said I was coming back to do one thing.. prove that I still got it. Guys like Dake, Brad, Hellz, and Cradle... and Logan.. all come back after their 'prime' and .. well they suck. So I'm here to do things different. I'm here to kick some ass in Vancouver!!
Crowd loses their shit. Torture chants are heard.
Kyle Steel: Torture, Waylon Cash has pinned you. He's one of the VERY few who have a pinfall victory over you.
Torture: Here's the deal. I saw Waylon running his mouth about how he pinned me, he's got a win on me because I'm washed up! I'm old! I'm a has-been... Well, I may be those things, but he admitted that he watches tapes..
Torture looks oddly at Kyle.
Torture: Tapes. Does he not watch the Internet? Why didn't he just look up Torture on WCF Network, why didn't he search for me on google, why didn't he at least watch me on DVDs? Why tapes? I don't know about you Kyle but I think he's the old man. It's 2014, I don't know why he's stuck in 1996. But I will admit he's right on one thing. The blood is on my hands. I'm the reason we lost at Explosion. Make no mistake about it.. Orbit injured or not had nothing to do with my performance at Explosion.. I was weak, and we lost.. but things are different now Kyle.
Kyle Steel: Why is that?
Torture: Because I drank some snake oil.
Kyle Steel: ... what?
Torture: I mean, because I'm back RIGHT HERE ON SUNDAY NIGHT SLAM!
Torture: But seriously, Kyle, things are different. Just as sure as Waylon is going to say he's not going to ramble about me as he continues to ramble about me, as sure as Gable's promos on WCF dot com are as long and as boring as all the Twilight movies put together, and JUST as sure as Orbit is going to win best dressed Wrestler on Slam with his alligator wrestling tights I can assure you one thing.. Torture is here.. Torture is going to kick their ass... and Torture and Orbit are going to win.
Torture: NUFF F'N SAID..
Crowd pops as Torture walks out of frame.
Kyle Steel: Well ther-
Torture walks back into frame.
Torture: Damn it, that's not my catchphrase. Anyways... Heh*... /sigh
Torture walks out of frame.
Kyle Steel: .. Back to you guys.
Seth Lerch: TORTURE JUST CUMMED AND DIED!
Zach Davis: ...what?
Kyle Steel: The next match is for one fall....introducing first...from McKinney, Texas...weighing in at 200lbs...Colin Marshall!
'The End of Heartache by Killswitch Engage plays as Colin steps on to the stage and stares around for a moment. He points out to the crowd before running down the ramp and sliding in to the ring. He walks towards the ropes and steps on to the second rope and taunts before springing off and awaiting the start of the match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from San Diego, California...weighing in at 128 lbs...The 'Diamond Starlet' Marina Valdivia!
"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.
Zach Davis: This should be an exciting match up between two wrestlers who love to hit the high risk moves
Erin Robbins: Right Zach! Can't wait for it to start
DING DING DING
Marina and Colin lock up in the center of the ring, both struggling to gain an advantage. With a quick turn of the hips, Valdivia takes her opponent down with an arm drag. Both wrestlers pop back to their feet and Marshall returns the favour with an arm drag of his own. Again, both pop back to their feet, circling.
Zach Davis: I can't remember the last time we saw two more evenly matched athletes, can you Erin?
Erin Robbins: Well, there were the Markov brothers. They were identical twins.
Zach Davis: Where did they compete. I don't remember...
Erin Robbins: They were hockey players. And they were identical in EVERY way Zach
Zach Davis: And back to the action in the ring. Marina seems to have the upper hand at the moment
After performing another arm drag, Marina has Marshall in a kneeling arm bar, leaning back for added pressure. Marshall rolls through the arm bar and regains his feet, pulling his opponent over and locking in an arm bar of his own, leaning back for added pressure.
Zach Davis: Back and forth they go! Two skilled competitors in the ring!
Erin Robbins: Marshall's arm bar is better though.
Zach Davis: Why is that Erin? They look identical to me.
Marina rolls through the arm bar and both wrestlers gain their feet. She strikes with an elbow smash, an then another. With Marshall dazed, Valdivia hits a standing hurricanrana, flipping her opponent over and down hard on the mat.
Zach Davis: Tremendous athleticism displayed by Marina. That's a six foot vertical!
Erin Robbins: Huh! Like that's the firs time she's had a face down there today.
Zach Davis: Erin!
Erin Robbins: What? Just adding colour to the match. My job and all.
Marshall staggers to his feet dazed, and Valdivia sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip. Bouncing off the other ropes , Marina launches into the air with a wheel kick. Marshall ducks under it and bounces off the far ropes, coming back just as Marina finds her footing and turns around to catch a flipping clothesline from Colin.
Zach Davis: Good reversal by Marshall! Avoiding the kick and countering with a flying lariat!
Erin Robbins: And he looks good doing it to!
Marshall quickly gains his feet and grabs his opponent, whipping her into the corner. He follows with a running body splash, impacting hard enough to make her stagger out of the corner, dazed. Marshall quickly leaps to the top rope and turns, waiting...
Zach Davis: Nice splash by Marshall, and look ... he's waiting for it!
Erin Robbins: Mushroom Stomp! No! Dammit!
Valdivia turns as Marshall leaps off the top rope, but rolls under her diving opponent, causing him to impact the mat hard feet first. Marina runs up the turnbuckle pads and leaps, turning to catch Marshall with a DDT.
Zach Davis: Brilliant Lucha style DDT counter from Marina. And she goes for the pin!
Erin Robins: Kickout! He's not done yet Marina!
Valdivia gets to her feet, dragging Marshall up with her. Marshall drives an elbow into her sternum, knocking her back and follows up with a jumping knee smash, driving her head down onto his knee.
Zach Davis: And counter from Marshall! Marina is stunned!
Erin Robbins: That's what I've been saying!
Zach Davis: The match Erin...
Valdivia bounces against the ropes from the force of the knee smash, and as she bounces back Marshall grabs her in a piledriver position.
Zach Davis: He's going for it!
Erin Robbins: The Shine! Not Brent Alpine, the other Shine!
Zach Davis: The only Shine now Erin.
Erin Robbins: 'Sniff' Thanks Zach. Thanks for reminding me.
In the ring, Marshall is trying to lock in the hold, but Valdivia is struggling, knowing what's coming. With a shot to the ribs on his opponent, he flips over trying to drive her head first into the mat.
Zach Davis: he hits it...wait, Marina rolled through the flip, using their momentum to rollover!
Marina rolls through, taking Marshall with her and dropping him to the mat with a reverse bulldog. She quickly rolls over and locks in the Cali Dream!
Zach Davis: The Cali Dream! She's got it locked in! Marshall's got no where to go.
Erin Robbins: And he taps! Marina wins...she must have cheated!
Zach Davis: Don't undermine what was a great match. Both competitors looked great, but it's Valdivia coming out on top tonight! And she's got a shot at the Television Title!
“300 Violin Orchestra” blasts over the PA system. The crowd rises to their feet in anticipation as Jonny Fly slowly saunters onto the stage. Without pausing, he begins to make his way down the ramp to ringside.
Zach Davis: Well, Fly isn’t scheduled to face Oblivion until later on, so it looks like he’s out here for another reason.
Erin Robbins: I imagine it has something to do with Hot Fries. It always has something to do with Hot Fries.
At ringside, Fly slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. He gets back to his feet and calls for a mic. As Fly’s music dies down, he begins.
Jonny Fly: Later on tonight I’m going to come back out here and make easy work of “The Monster” Oblivion. Even with that match on tap, I can’t help but look ahead to next week when, for the first time, I’ll get to step into the ring with “Scoutmaster” Stuart Slane.
Boos from the crowd break out at the name.
Jonny Fly: Right. I’ve been talking to people, and they’re excited for this match. It’s a match many have wanted to see for a long time. It’s a match I’ve wanted for a long time. It’s a match Slane himself has wanted for a long time. Yet, here we are, every week, going on and on about hot fries. The focus on the match isn’t Slane’s want for retribution, or whatever the hell he’s been going on about. The focus isn’t on me, with a chance to turn yet another longtime rival into a Flyjobber. The focus is on Hot Fries, and Slane’s absurd Hot Fry embrargo.
Fly pauses for a moment. He brings the microphone down to his side just long enough to flash a smile.
Jonny Fly: Look, I love hot fries. Slane knows that, and that’s why he’s doing this. Last week he tried to patronize all of you. He came out here and acted like he was fuckin’ Oprah Winfrey, giving the entire audience a bag of hot fries. When I complained about the brand, he tried to make me look like an ungrateful fool. Then when I told him to eat one for himself, he spit it up, unable to consume such garbage. So it goes with Scoutmaster. In his mind he’s always righteous…but he’s not, and I’ll prove it.
Fly pauses again. He turns toward the stage.
Jonny Fly: I’d like to ask Mr. Gary Rodkin, the CEO of ConAgra Foods, the people who produce and distribute Andy Capp’s Hot Fries, to come out. Don’t let his mustache scare you, give him a warm welcome.
A well-dressed man with a ridiculous mustache appears on the stage. He gives a faint wave to the audience and quickly makes his way toward the ring. Rodkin uses the ring steps and joins Fly in the middle of the ring.
Jonny Fly: Gary has agreed to come here today to tell you how Stuart Slane’s Hot Fry embargo is affecting his company, and the people working for it. Gary…
Fly hands the microphone over.
Rodkin: Thank you. In some of our more prominent markets, namely New York City, Mr. Slane has made a point of intercepting our deliveries. He has a network of people out there watching for our trucks, and he keeps finding creative ways to make sure they don’t reach their destination. Our retailers have begun to pull their contracts, and for the first time in company history we’ve been forced to lay off workers – not counting when our Slim Jim plant in North Carolina exploded and we were forced to move it. This is not a good time for my company. We’re struggling. Our people are struggling. If I could just impress upon Mr. Slane the hardships that he is causing us…
Fly snatches the microphone back before the CEO can go any further.
Jonny Fly: Do you hear this, ladies and gentlemen? Slane has declared war, not just on me and my snack of choice, but on you. He could give a shit less about any of you. As long as he gets under my skin he’s happy. THAT’S the type of man who “Scoutmaster” Stuart Slane is. Don’t listen to his propaganda. Let’s put aside hot fries for a second, forget them…
That comment causes Rodkin to quickly snatch the microphone back.
Rodkin: We can’t forget hot fries! They’re one of our best products, people are relying on…
Now its Fly snatching the microphone back.
Jonny Fly: Dude, I got this. Trust me. We all want Hot Fries. This is a wrestling match though. This war between Scoutmaster and I ends next week. There will be no more games. Just one wrestler versus another. I’m going to punish Slane, not just for what he’s done to me, but for what he’s done to all of you. I’m going to free this company from that sanctimonious little fuck. I’m going to send him back into irrelevance, and this time, that’s where he’s going to stay. I’m going to defeat Stuart Slane, but it’s going to be much more than that. It’s going to be the extermination of a disease. The ending of a plague. Next Monday, the skies over the WCF will be clear, and Hot Fries will rain down from above…
"The Great Escape Theme" cues up on the Pacific Coliseum's speakers.
Zach Davis: Bah Gawd that's-- who's music is that?
Erin Robbins: Stuart Slane's. He debuted it last week, remember?
Zach Davis: Right, right. I should have guessed it was his, huh? Given the circumstances.
Slane does come out from gorilla. His eyes are focused on Jonny as he power walks down the ramp. Ignoring the jeers of the fans, he makes a circuit around the outside of the ring, grabbing a mic from the timekeeper's table before going up the steps and between the ropes. Once inside he strides up to Fly, glaring at him. He speaks.
Stuart Slane: First things first: stop calling me Scoutmaster. YOU took that title away from me, so YOU don't get the chance to rub it in my face.
Jonny looks confused.
Jonny Fly: Slane, I really have no idea what you're talking about.
Stuart Slane: Yes you do! Yes you do! It was all part of your plan to discredit me, to emasculate me in front the WCF Universe.
Jonny Fly: You did that yourself, Slane. You've been doing it since you first marched yourself in here, with your weak ass excuses and your conspiracy theories.
Stuart Slane: Lies!!!!!!!! Just like this-
he gestures towards Mister Gary Rodkin
Stuart Slane: Is a lie. To try to accuse me of putting the brakes on the wheels of commerce. Me, a Republican!!
The ConAgra exec steps forward and starts pleading his case to Stu.
Rodkin: Sir, please, for the sake of my company, for my employees, please, I need to stop this campaign against our hot fries. You are ruining human lives with it!
Slane is unimpressed.
Stuart Slane: You expect me to swallow such piffle, Jonny? That this man actually represents a multi-million dollar food company?
Jonny Fly: It's the truth, Slane. You are hurting real people with this bullshit. Of course, you don't give a fuck about them, do you? About anyone or anything, as long as you get to me.
Slane's face turns bright red with rage. His right eyelid begins to flutter uncontrollably.
Stuart Slame: Don't you dare try to shame me! Not you! Noooooooootttt you! You thug! You conniving, murderous thug! For you to attack my morals!!!! I am the last honorable man in professional wrestling, and you- YOU!- seek to play the morality card? Ha! Your scheme is as transparent as this man's disguise!
Slane reaches over and tries to remove Gary Rodkin's mustache, only since its real he takes with it a bloody patch of skin too.
Stuart Slane: Oh, fudge.
Jonny Fly: WHAT THE FUCK SLANE?
As Fly goes to tend to the wounded Rodkin, offering him a handkerchief, Stuart stares at the red mass of tissue and hair sticking to his fingers.
Zach Davis: Holy shit, Stuart Slane just ripped off that dude's mustache! I didn't even think that was physically possible!
Stuart looks down at his blood stained hand. He quickly drops the mustache and wipes it on his pants leg. He stares remorsefully at Rodkin, and then hatefully at Fly, who returns the glare. As the enraged crowd boos Slane, scurries out of the ring and hustles back up the ramp, past some medical personnel who are moving in to help the injured businessman. Slane stops and turns when he reaches the stage, both hands on the top of his head, looking stunned at the follicle carnage he just caused.
Erin Robbins: So, I don't think the hot fry embargo is over.
Zach Davis: It seems unlikely. I don't think any of this is going to be settled until Jonny and Slane wrestle at Aftermath.
Zach Davis: And now it's time to see who is going to be the next challenger for the Hardcore Title!
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 accompanying him stands behind him waiting.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds, being 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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
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.
Kyle Steel: From anywhere that needs a little more pain and suffering, weighing in at 345 pounds, The Enlightened One Alexander Richards.
Richards rolls in under the bottom rope and tries to go right at Crisis but is stopped by the referee.
Erin Robbins: And Richards is eager to get this match going apparently!
Zach Davis: As am I! Let's do this!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Richards is in his corner eagerly going through his doctor's bag when Crisis decides to go after him. Richards with a handful of white powder to the eyes and Crisis is stopped in his tracks, blinded. Richards quick to act with a running lariat that drops the big man. Now a pin attempt.
And Crisis shoves Richards off of him before the referee can even get to one. Crisis sits up, still trying to wipe the powder out of his eyes as Richards gets up to his feet. Crisis now up as well and Richards goes on the attack, throwing a right hand. Crisis with a right hand of his own but it goes wide. Richards ducks it and gets hold of Crisis from behind. Richards jams his fingers in Crisis' mouth and fish hooks him, trying his damndest to give him a bigger smile.
Zach Davis: Ugh. I don't even want to know where those hands have been.
Erin Robbins: Probably no worse than where your hands usually are.
Richards thrashing Crisis' head left and right as he continues yanking back on the sides of his mouth before finally whipping him to the ground. Crisis hits the mat and scrambles to get back up to his feet, one hand covering his mouth. Richards grabs him by the arm and tries to whip him into the ropes but Crisis reverses it and sends Richards into them. Back comes Richards and Crisis takes him up and then to the mat with a flapjack. Richards hits the mat as Crisis wipes the last of the powder from his eyes. Crisis now pulling Richards up to his feet and he picks him up before walking over to the ropes and dumping him onto the floor. Crisis exits the ring and lifts up the apron in search of a weapon.
Zach Davis: I always wondered why we keep so many weapons under the ring. I mean, why sh-
Erin Robbins: Shh, no need to overwork that little brain of yours Zach. Just let it go.
Crisis pulls a trashcan full of stuff out from under the ring and dumps it all over the ground before throwing it at Richards' head as he tries to get up. Crisis now with a knee to the side of the head, driving Richards into the barricade. Richards on the ground holding his head as Crisis grabs a piece of rope off the ground and wraps it around his throat.
Zach Davis: Oh! Oh no! He's choking him!
Crisis now sitting on Richards' back, pulling back on the rope as Richards tries to yank the rope away from his neck. The referee can do nothing but watch as Richards' face turns red.
Erin Robbins: Could this match be over so soon?
Richards finally spots a 2x4 laying not too far away and drags it closer with his fingertips. With it firmly in hand, Richards whips it backward toward Crisis' face. Crisis is able to catch it before it hits him but he's forced to drop the rope. Richards now free but Crisis smacks him across the back of the head with the wood. Crisis tosses it to the side and then gets to his feet, pulling Richards up with him. Crisis pushes him in under the bottom rope and then gets to throwing the weapons on the ground into the ring. Richards starts to get up as Crisis slides into the ring, grabbing a chair as he does. Crisis up to his feet and he swings the chair but Richards ducks it. Richards with a stiff kick to the groin and Crisis drops the chair.
Zach Davis: OOF! Not the no-no zone?
Erin Robbins: That had to h- Wait. No-no zone?
Richards snatches up the chair and cracks Crisis over the back of the head. Down goes Crisis as Richards tosses the chair to the side.
Zach Davis: What a chair shot! This match is over. No man can get up after that.
Richards, instead of going for the pin, heads for his doctor's bag.
Erin Robbins: I guess he's not ready to stop having "fun".
Richards goes through his bag and pulls out his prized glass covered glove, much to the horror of Lou Sipher. Sipher jumps up onto the apron and begins screaming for Crisis to get up. Richards goes after him, swinging his glass covered glove at him. Sipher forgets he's on the apron and steps back, falling flat on his ass on the ground. Richards turns around just as Crisis is starting to stir and catches him with a right hand to the side of the head. Even with a mask on Crisis can still feel the glass tear into his skin. Pieces of mask are left hanging as blood starts to drip. Richards continues throwing punches with his glass covered glove, tearing up Crisis' mask and face.
Zach Davis: This is absolutely disgusting to watch!
Erin Robbins: Will somebody stop him?!
The referee is powerless and has to watch as Richards continues his assault until finally he goes for the pin attempt on the unconscious Crisis.
The scene opens in a dark room. 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. As the camera pans down from the chart-covered ceiling, a smartly-dressed Doctor Remus Micayle is seen sitting on a sofa, a slight smile on his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: One more week. One more week until the tag team championships are coming home with the two men who truly deserve it. One more week until the false prophets Denise D’evil and Night Rider go down in history as the duo who foolishly stood in the way of The Scientist and The First Apostle.
He cracks his knuckles menacingly.
Micayle: Enjoy whatever time you have left with the gold, dear friends. Because when both of you are lying face-down in the ring, wondering why your waists no longer have that weight you have so undeservingly worn for the past two months… you know that science has passed you by. One more week until your time is up, Shadows.
The camera fades to black as a commercial for the PPV plays.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a fatal fourway. The winner will become the Number 1 contender to the United States Title!
The lights dim somewhat. The distorted opening riff of 'The Warmth' by Incubus hits to a roar of noise, mostly positive, from the capacity crowd. As the drums kick in, a holographic image of 'The Vine' Brent Alpine walks down the aisle.
Erin Robbins: Is it a ghost?! Maybe Brent did die after all.
Zach Davis: I believe that's a hologram. It's certainly a spectacle.
The hologram Alpine 'climbs' into the ring and stands in the centre with his arms raised. Suddenly, a huge holographic creeper stretches down from the arena ceiling, tangles itself around the hologram Alpine and lifts him up towards the ceiling before disappearing.
Meanwhile, Brent Alpine walks with intensity through the crowd at a medium pace.
Kyle Steel: First, from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds, he is... 'The Vine'... Brent... Alpine!
Alpine, now in the centre of the ring, drops to his knees. He stares down to the mat and raises his arms, almost apologetically. The fans cheer as the lights go back on.
Zach Davis: It's a huge relief that Brent isn't dead as rumoured. Instead, he has gone away and reinvented himself as 'The Vine'. We heard from him earlier and he seems much more humble and intense. I'm interested as to how he performs with this new attitude.
Kyle Steel: Next, his opponent, he hails from Birmingham Alabama, WCF's very own Hellraiser, he is Terry Roberts.. the man called SYNN!!!
As Alpine awaits his opponents, the first instrumental beats of Motorhead's "HellRaiser" ring out through the arena. As the all familiar voice of Lemmy begins singing the lyrics, the awesome laser lights and fireworks display begins. 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 Brent Alpine. This makes Alpine jump and adopt a defensive pose.
Erin Robbins: Terry Roberts is the master of mind games. He's just gotten a psychological advantage over Alpine from the off.
Zach Davis: Like Alpine, Roberts has been in a struggle of identity lately. He tried to join the Shadows of Darkness and Team Science last week. He seems to be feeling the heat. He's undergone several name changes, he was raised by wrestler parents Jake Roberts and Sherri Martel and he seems so different outside the ring to who he is inside. It's clear that's he has been hiding from himself. But whoever Terry... or Synn is, there's little doubt that he is an incredibly accomplished wrestler.
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: Next, weighing 260 pounds, he is 'The Honey Badger'... Zombie McMorris!
Erin Robbins: Zombie can smash my poon any day. Come on Buddy Roman, make it happen.
Zach Davis: Gross! McMorris is a controversial figure but he's a tremendous performer in that ring and he's proving he can back up his trash talk.
"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 stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting on his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And finally, fighting out of Bakersfield, California, weighing in at 220 lbs, he is The Lone Wolf... Chase Michaels!
Zach Davis: Many believe that Michaels is the most underrated competitor in the WCF. Perhaps tonight The Lone Wolf can truly show his teeth and become number one contender to Natural ICE Beckman's US Title.
Erin Robbins: Beckman will be scouting this match closely. And he'll need to. Chase has more moves than the Karma Sutra!
As the bell dings, Zombie McMorris charges straight at Alpine and floors him with a big boot. Michaels and Roberts capitalise and they all stomp him on the mat. Michaels carries on attacking Alpine with ground punches as McMorris and Roberts turn and brawl with each other. They begin to have what can only be described as a SLOBBERKNOCKER! Michaels locks Alpine into a scissored armbar. McMorris throws Roberts out the ring and follows him to the outside.
Zach Davis: Synn and Zombie need to be careful here. They're focusing on beating the crap out of each other but Michaels, the submission expert, has Alpine tied up dangerously in the ring. They surely need to break the hold.
Erin Robbins: Michaels is wearing down The Shi... I mean, The Vine.
Zombie goes to ram Terry's head on the steel railings. However, Roberts tenses. He chops McMorris to the belly and instead rams his head into the railings to gasps from the crowd. A young man in the crowd slaps Roberts on the arm as he presses up towards the rail. Roberts turns around and casts him a dead stare.
Zach Davis: THAT'S A FAN! LEAVE HIM ALONE TERRY!
Roberts grabs the fan by the head and pulls him over the rail.
Erin Robbins: I smell a LAWSUIT!
Roberts floors the fan with a DDT to the harsh floor below. Half the crowd cheer, the other half boo. A 'HOLY SHIT' chant starts.
Zach Davis: Dear oh dear oh dear. What possessed Roberts?
As Roberts stares at the fallen fan with no remorse in his eyes, Zombie McMorris gets back up and hits him with a snap suplex. He rushes back in the ring and breaks up Michaels' armbar on Alpine. He unleashes kicks to Alpine and multiple attacks to Chase Michaels such as an eye gouge, jabs, chops and finally decks him with a haymaker. He lifts up Alpine and hits an electric chair drop. He covers.
THRE-NO! Terry Roberts has slid back in the ring and broken the pin.
Roberts captures McMorris into the El Pozo leglock.
Erin Robbins: McMorris is struggling. This may be all...
But no! Chase Michaels breaks it up. He hits kneedrops to all three men. He lifts McMorris up and whips him hard into the turnbuckle. McMorris' head cranks against the turnbuckle pad awkwardly and slumps in a heap. Next, he whips Terry Roberts into the same turnbuckle. Roberts collides with McMorris and they both shout in pain. Finally, he goes to Irish whip Alpine to make a three man sandwich in the turnbuckle. However, Alpine reverses and whips Michaels into the other two men. THUD! The collision of bodies is brutal. Alpine moves to the opposite turnbuckle and locks eyes with the three fallen opponents. He charges at all of them and unleashes a bone crushing bronco buster. However, Chase Michaels evades it at the last second, sending Alpine's groin right into Terry Roberts' neck. The impact hurts Alpine, Roberts and McMorris behind. Michaels rolls Alpine up for the pin.
Alpine flips him over and reverses into a rollup of his own.
As Alpine and Michaels brawl, Zombie McMorris pushes a hurt Terry Roberts off of him. McMorris superkicks Alpine and gestures to Michaels to work in cooperation.
Zach Davis: Smart strategy from McMorris and Michaels.
They split Alpine's legs and crack him like a wishbone. Then they turn their attention to Terry Roberts and attempt a double suplex. Roberts won't budge. He gets out of their headlock and hits both of them with punches. The crowd begin to cheer. However, Michaels blocks a punch and manages to lock Roberts' neck. ZMAC joins in and they decimate Roberts with a double suplex.
Erin Robbins: Zombie and Chase working in tandem.
Zombie appears to whisper something to Chase and points to the turnbuckle. Chase nods and climbs up the turnbuckle. McMorris picks up Alpine and lifts him atop his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Maybe a Doomsday Device here...
As Chase is about to jump off the turnbuckle to clothesline Alpine off McMorris' shoulders, Zombie runs forward and bashes Michaels with Alpine's body. Chase falls painfully to the floor below while Alpine drops to the mat. Meanwhile, Terry Roberts manages to come to his senses... but Zombie clotheslines him over the top rope.
Zach Davis: Roberts and Michaels are out of commission on the outside! This is ZMAC's chance.
Zombie lifts Alpine and sets him up for a gutwrench powerbomb.
Erin Robbins: AXE WOUND!
As he is launched into the air, Alpine reverses it into a huricanrana. He immediately picks up McMorris and hits the Glow Worm.
Zach Davis: Glow Worm! No one's ever kicked out of this...
As a groggy Alpine starts to cover him, 'Gold' by Prince blares over the PA system.
Zach Davis: What?! That's Alpine's old music.
Suddenly, Percy Micro hobbles out to ringside. The electrolarnx on his collar lights up in red and he speaks.
Percy Micro: Brent, how could you not let me know you were still alive? ME - your manager, Percy Micro. Do I mean nothing to you?
The distraction allows McMorris to get up and hit the Axe Wound gutwrench powerbomb. He covers.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and number one contender to the United States Title... Zombie McMorris!
Percy Micro trots to the back as McMorris celebrates in the ring with his manager Buddy Roman.
Zach Davis: Alpine's first pinfall defeat!
Erin Robbins: Of course - the Honey Badger is just that damn good.
Zach Davis: Well Percy Micro arguably cost his own client there. But the fact remains, Zombie McMorris is going to face Natural ICE Beckman for the US Title. What a match that will be!
Aggrieved at missing out on the win, Chase Michaels and Terry Roberts brutally brawl to the back.
Erin Robbins: McMorris chopped The Vine down tonight.
Suddenly Stacy Robinson can be seen climbing over the barricade with her People’s Championship and slides into the ring behind McMorris, she drops her title to the mat and measures McMorris as the fans go crazy.
Zach Davis: Stacy looking for some payback from last week!
Erin Robbins: She’s never been one to be afraid of confrontation Zach…
McMorris turns around and is met with Stacy’s Kick before she quickly pulls McMorris up by his hair and plants him with Stacy’s Judgement.
Zach Davis: And the Honey Badger suffers the consequences for attacking the People’s Champion last week…
Erin Robbins: This is a very interesting situation here…
Stacy picks her championship back up and calls for a microphone and is handed one as she looks down at the fallen McMorris.
Stacy Robinson: Who the fuck do you think you are Zombie? You come out here last week; you attack me, take my People’s Championship and state to these people that I’m not a true People’s Champion? You claim that I don’t give a fuck about each and every fan in this building right here tonight!
Stacy looks out to the crowd who cheer her before she once again looks down to McMorris.
Stacy Robinson: What makes you think that you’re more of a People’s Champion than I am Zombie? Huh? I come out here every single fucking week! I bust my ass every single fucking week for these people! I wrestle for these people! I wrestle because I love to wrestle and I love entertaining these people! And what the fuck do you do? You spend most of your time talking bull shit via Twitter and show up every once in a blue moon, have a few matches and then fuck off again back to wherever the fuck you came from, and you go back to talking bull shit on Twitter again…
Stacy takes her title off her shoulder and holds it above McMorris who is beginning to stir.
Stacy Robinson: You want a fucking title shot do you Zombie? Well get the fuck in line! Last week, Mary Mac defeated Crisis and Alexander Richards to become the number one contender for my championship. Regardless of whether I retain against Mary or whether she beats me, you’ll get a title shot when you fucking earn it! It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been here in the WCF, it doesn’t matter how many titles you’ve held, in the wrestling business, you don’t just get handed title opportunities…you fucking earn them!
McMorris is now up to one knee, clutching his head.
Stacy Robinson: And Zombie, you better pray that when I do face off again Mary Mac for my title, that I don’t retain, because if I do retain and find myself facing you next for my People’s Championship…you’ll soon learn to realise that you fucked with the wrong bitch!
McMorris gets to his feet and turns around to face Stacy who drops the microphone and nails McMorris in the head with her People’s Championship. She then climbs the turnbuckle and raises her championship above her head as ‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system.
Zach Davis: Well the People’s Champion sure as Hell delivered quite the message to Zombie McMorris here tonight…
Erin Robbins: Indeed she did, question is…will we see these two face each other for the People’s Championship? Or will Mary Mac dethrone Stacy in her first title defence?
Zach Davis: We are coming up to our first tag team bout, of the evening.
Erin Robbins: This match is a preview of what we could see in the Trios tournament.
Zach Davis: But, in this match both teams have only two-thirds of their teams.
Set Guitars To Kill by And So I Watch You From Afar begins to start and the intro plays through. Finally, as the tempo picks up, this Dude just saunters out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that. The 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. He drops to his knees pounding on the ramp letting the camera circle him until it is facing him head on. He then holds up one set of knuckles with the word HERE tattooed on them and then the other one with the word GOES before bouncing up to his feet and screaming out....
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! Representing Sequitus! HE IS THE NEW AGE LIBERTINE! THIS IS CALIBAN!!!!
Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting, watching the ramp for his tag team partner.
Zach Davis: Well there is Caliban. Now, all we need is Cormack MacNeill.
Deeds not words by Dropkick Murphys begin to play. The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 265 pounds, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... THIS IS CORMACK MACNEIL!!
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the opponents to arrive to the ring.
Erin Robbins: well, that is one team, we are expecting the other team consisting of Natural ICE Beckman and Logan.
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk... Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there, he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for his tag team partner. Neckman cleans his beard from the beer foam.
Erin Robbins: Now... we wait for the WCF Hardcore Champion.
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.
Kyle Steel: From Chesapeake, Virginia... weighing in at 250 pounds. He is the current WCF Hardcore Champion.... LOO-O-OGAA-A-AN!!
Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire. Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Zach Davis: Both teams are in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Stanley Moser, WCF Senior Referee is the ring official for this match.
Erin Robbins: It looks as if Cormack MacNeill and Natural ICE Beckman will begin this match.
Backman holds out his hand, for a pre match handshake.
Zach Davis: Already Natural ICE Beckman is showing natural sportsmanship.
Cormack MacNeil just looks at the hands scoffs at it before moving around. Both men are looking at each other, while slightly bouncing around the ring.
Erin Robbins: Both big men charge at each other and collide in the center, of the ring.
Both men hook up with a collar and elbow tie-up. Both men are trying to gain an advantage.
Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill is slightly larger than Natural ICE.
Erin Robbins: Not by much, just an inch and few pounds.
MacNeill pushes Beckman into a corner. The referee tries to intervene.
Stan Moser: Okay, you two. You know the routine, by now. Let go of each other....
Both men glare at one another as the let out some uncontrolable grunts and groans.
Stan Moser: ONE.... TWO....
The two big competitors let in a shot or two in, against each other.
Stan Moser: ....THREE ....FOUR .... FI-....
Cormack MacNeill steps back.
Zach Davis: That sneaky... Cormack MacNeill stepped back as if listening to the referee.
Erin Robbins: Only to come back and nail Natural ICE Beckman with a few quick boxing jabs.
Zach Davis: MacNeill nails Beckman with a knee to the gut.
MacNeill grabs Beckman and tosses him into ropes...
Erin Robbins: Natural ICE gets tossed into the ropes.
Beckman bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: Natural ICE Beckman rushes past Cormack MacNeill, missing an errant clothesline attempt.
Bekcman bounces off the ropes, as MacNeill bounces off the ropes as well.
Erin Robbins: Both men were bouncing off the ropes. Beckman saw MacNeill coming off the ropes, stop and waits for him with a back body drop.
Zach Davis: An elbow drop by Natural ICE!
Erin Robbins: Knee drop!!
Zach Davis: A leg drop by Natural ICE Beckman!! Natural ICE is going for the pin attempt....
Erin Robbins: Not even a one count.
Beckman gets behind MacNeill and clutches down with a reverse chin lock. While sitting on his backend, MacNeill struggles with the chin lock, until he begins to slowly stand up....
Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill with a point of the elbow to the mid-section of Natural ICE Beckman.
Erin Robbins: Another elbow to the gut of Beckman!
Zach Davis: A third elbow to the gut.
MacNeill gets out of the headlock by Beckman.
Erin Robbins: MacNeill heads to the ropes...
Zach Davis: A running shoulder block by Cormack MacNeill.
The impact knocks down Natural ICE. MacNeill charges for the ropes again, but this time Beckman drops down, so MacNeill has to jump over him. Beckman quickly stands up as MacNeill comes running off the ropes...
Erin Robbins: Beckman leapfrogs over Cormack MacNeill.
The big man from Nova Scotia continues to run towards the ropes and charges at Natural ICE Beckman....
Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill knocks down Natural ICE Beckman.
MacNeill picks up Beckman...
Erin Robbins: MacNeill nails Beckman with a body slam.
Cormack MacNeill charges at the ropes and flies into the air....
Zach Davis: MacNeill misses with a leg drop attempt.
Natural ICE Beckamn quickly stands up....
Erin Robbins: A dropkick from the big man!!
Cormack MacNeill falls down to the ground. Beckman wastes no time, as he grabs MacNeill.
Zach Davis: T-BONE SUPLEX!!
Erin Robbins: Natural ICE Beckman tags in Logan.
The crowd goes completely crazy as the WCF Hardcore Champion steps into the ring....
Zach Davis: That was uncalled for!!
Cormack MacNeill blindsides Natural ICE with a running knee lift, to the back of Beckman, which causes Natural ICE to collapse out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Here comes Logan!
Crowd: LOGAN!! LOGAN!! LOGAN!! LOGAN!!
The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill just poked Logan right in the eye with a thumb!!
MacNeill grabs Logan by the hair and drags him to his corner.
Erin Robbins: Cormack MacNeill just tagged in Caliban.
Zach Davis: Logan is madman as he punches kick and nails MacNeill and Caliban with elbows and knees.
Logan grabs Caliban....
Erin Robbins: Japanese arm drag!!
Caliban smiles before he charges right at Logan.
Zach Davis: Back body drop!!
Logan smiles at the crowd.
The crowd cheers.
Logan: SHUT UP!!
Logan turns around...
Caliban nails Logan.
Erin Robbins: TROUBLE IN PARADISE!!
Zach Davis: Caliban is going for the pin!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE.... NOOO-O-O-O!!
Erin Robbins: Where in the Hell did that spinning kick come from.
Caliban picks up Logan and tosses him into the ropes. Logan bounces off the ropes, as Caliban bounces off the ropes, from the opposite direction...
Zach Davis: ANGLE CUTTER!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE.... NOOO-O-O-O!!
The crowd motivates Logan!!
Crowd: LET'S GO LOGAN!! LET'S GO LOGAN!! LET'S GO LOGAN!! LET'S GO LOGAN!!
Logan slowly stands up, as Caliban tries to grab him.
Erin Robbins: Logan has the strange weird look in his eyes!!
Logan nails Caliban with a back handed fist, to the face. That knocks Caliban down to one knee. Logan flies off and bounces off the ropes, as Caliban begins to stand up....
Zach Davis: FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!
Logan grabs and stands up Caliban. Logan bounces off the ropes and does a complete back flip. The kick connects with Caliban's chin.
Erin Robbins: IMPACT STYLE!!
Cormack MacNeill charges into the ring....
Logan jumps around as he looks down at Caliban.
Logan: Gotcha ya damn boudle!!
Zach Davis: LOGAN WATCH OUT!!
Logan turns around....
Erin Robbins: INSTANT HANGOVER!!
Natural ICE Beckman enters into the ring....
Zach Davis: HANGOVER DDT by Natural ICE onto Cormack MacNeill.
Caliban slowly gets up and charges at Natural ICE....
Erin Robbins: Caliban has knocked over Stenley Moser, who just collapsed outside of the ring!!
Caliban grabs Natural ICE Beckman....
Zach Davis: WORLD'S SCARIEST PILEDRIVER!!
Caliban grabbed Beckman and threw him backwards with Beckman's head and neck colliding with the bottom turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Caliban just grabbed his own neck and head and dropped to one knee himself.
Zach Davis: It looks as if, Stanley Moser is still motionless at ringside. Why don't we have another referee out here?!?
The Pacific Coliseum explodes with a combination of cheers and boos.
Erin Robbins: THE MONSTER OBLIVION?!?!
Oblivion runs to the ring and charges at Caliban...
Zach Davis: HOLY HELL!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Oblivion picks up Caliban and places him on IT's shoulders. The Monster sneers around the Coliseum. The Monster knocks the feet of IT's shoulder....
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Oblivion slithers out of the ring, the crowd chants out!!
Crowd: OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU!! OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU!!
Oblivion helps Stanley Moser up and enter back into the ring. Moser slowly stands up and see the complete destruction inside the ring.
Zach Davis: All four competitors are laying down motionless. Oblivion is leaning against our commentary table, laughing.
Erin Robbins: I don't even know who is legal anymore!
Both Logan and Cormack MacNeill have stumbled to their feet. They turn into each other, and Cormack reacts faster. He hits the Brogue Kick!
Zach Davis: INSTANT HANGOVER!
Logan drops and Cormack quickly pins him. The ref gets into position, finally coming to, and makes the count.
Erin Robbins: Cormack MacNeill wins it for Team Sequitus!
The bell sounds as ICE rolls out of the ring. MacNeill gets to his feet and helps Caliban up as well, checking if he's okay.
Zach Davis: After that unexpected attack by Oblivion, who knows what could have happened... but Sequitus wins it!
Zach Davis: Big big BIG collision here between three of our top superstars.
Erin Robbins: One week out from Aftermath, all three of these men want to prove that they're a force to be reckoned with.
Zach Davis: I think they've done that, Erin.
Erin Robbins: No, no. Not to Erin Robbins' satisfaction.
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).
Erin Robbins: The rod up this man's ass has a rod up its ass.
Zach Davis: Nonetheless, Slane is a decorated former United States and Internet Title holder, among other superlatives.
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.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead.
Zach Davis: It's good to see Kyle Steel is back to doing the ring intros for The Perspicacious One. Stanley Moser didn't have the pipes for it.
Erin Robbins: Those eyes. Those pecs. Those quads. Dat ass. So much manly man is the Doctor!
The lights go off as the screen goes to static and the sound of a piano soars around the arena and a voice starts to speak as black smoke starts to pour onto the stage.
Jesus is my co-pilot
Or that's just what they say
But it's not the savior
Who guides me every day
The soul that's deep inside of me
Once so clean and pure
Now a festering sore
A pain I can't endure....
Suddenly from the smoke a hand reaches up with a black light lamp placing it on the stage as Seifer climbs out of the stage his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-Pac... The Angel of Judgement Seifer Black-Armstrong.
Grabbing the light with his mouth he crawls through the smoke for a moment before standing up and taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he turns off the lamp and the ring is bathed in black light he leaps up onto the ring apron the light illuminating him again as he walks over to the turnbuckles climbing up placing one foot on the top turnbuckle keeping one on the second and making the sign of the cross with his arms and tipping his head back before spitting luminous liquid in the air. Leaping off the top turnbuckle into the ring as he hits the ground fire erupts from the turnbuckles and ground creating fire crosses on each side of the ring... As the fire fades the lights go back to normal and Seifer walks into the corner of the ring and sits there waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: The Angel of Judgement is getting a home country reception from these Vancouver faithful among the WCF Universe, but he's certainly turned a corner lately in both his attitude and his approach to his career.
Erin Robbins: It appears that the dark side of Seifer has won out over the light, Zach. Kind of sad, but one cannot quibble over the results. Seifer will be facing his wife Chelsea in the Trilogy Cup final next week in his hometown of Toronto.
Zach Davis: That's gonna be a huge match between husband and wife. Doctor Remus will be teaming with his First Apostle Mark Dillinger to challenge the Tag Champions The Shadow Demons. And of course Stuart Slane, the former Scoutmaster, will battle Jonny Fly. Three huge matches, and this is the last pit stop, the last chance for these men to tune up before Aftermath.
Before the match can start, Terry "Synn" Roberts walks out from the back. He simply takes a seat near the stage and watches.
Erin Robbins: What is HE doing here?
Zach Davis: Staking out the competition I suppose, Erin!
Zip Wingdinger supervises the action as the three combatants size each other up, none of them appearing eager to make the first move.
Zach Davis: What's gonna happen? Something's gotta give.
Erin Robbins: Seifer just cracked Slane in the kisser with a Rolling heel kick! The first shot has been fired!
All three men brawl amongst themselves now, with Seifer and Remus forming a brief alliance to ward off Slane. Double Irish whip into the ropes. Remus cracks Slane with a big boot while Seifer hits the dropkick. Remus suddenly turns his ire to Seifer, thwacking him in the jaw with an elbow strike before dropping him with a gutwrench suplex. Slane attacks Micayle from behind with a clubbing forearm before grappling him into a belly to belly suplex.
Zach Davis: Any semblance of order or allegiance has been abandoned!
Erin Robbins; All three men want this victory and yes, it's every man for himself. You think Remus and Slane are gonna be eating Easter dinner together after the show? Not a chance!
Remus gets back to his feet and floors Slane with a kidney shot before attacking Seifer with a throat thrust. Seifer eats the strike and answers with a Savate kick and a spinning clothesline, knocking the Good Doctor to the mat. Slane cracks Seifer with a knee to the ribs and scoops him up with the pumphandle, but Seifer flips out of Slane's control, springboards off the ropes and hits a modified Senton into a cannonball. Slane is floored. Remus is back up. Seifer shoots off the ropes and leaps for the flying forearm, but Remus alertly ducks and Seifer goes through the ropes.
Zach Davis: Seifer Black Armstrong just took a nasty spill on the outside!
Erin Robbins: This is why the power of science is so important, Zach. The Doctor studied Seifer's behavioral patterns and he was able to discern that Seifer would attempt that precise move at that precise moment!
Remus turns his attention to Slane, flooring the former Scoutmaster with a plurality of stomps. Remus snapmares Slane into a seated position on the mat, shoots off the ropes and floors the seated Slane with a clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Modification of the Formula! The Doctor is brilliant!
Remus covers Slane.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Seifer just broke up that pin with some kinda crazy corkscrew looking biz that I ain't never seen before!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Erin Robbins: Yes! It is a holy day! It's Easter! These are some good Catholics in Vancouver, Zach.
Seifer shakes off the ramifications of his own personal war against Remus and kips to his feet. He gets that home nation pop once more and stalks both Remus and Slane. Both of the downed foes arrive to a vertical base at the same time and Seifer goes flying again--
Zach Davis: Cross body to both men, but--
Erin Robbins: He got caught! Seifer got caught while trying to get fancy with it and-
Zach Davis: Double fallaway slam by Micayle and Slane! Great teamwork by the ideological foes!
Erin Robbins: It just goes to show you that we have more in common as people than we might think--
Slane hits a nasty shoulder block on Remus, who was busy admiring his handiwork on the crippled Canadian Seifer.
Erin Robbins: Well there goes that theory out the window. Get him, Remus!
Slane maintains his discipline while targeting the shoulder of Remus, leveling him with knees and elbows.
Zach Davis: This is a smart tactic by Slane. He knows that it's going to be difficult for the Doctor to level him with that Formula lariat if his shoulder has been worn down.
Erin Robbins: Yeah and he's already felt the power of a Micayle clothesline so he's going to be especially wary.
Slane lets out a yell as he lifts Micayle in a show of brute strength and plunges him down with the shoulderbreaker. Slane makes a sturdy lateral press.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Seifer breaks up another pin, this time with a split legged moonsault.
Zach Davis: Seifer Black is putting on a high flying show tonight!
Erin Robbins: He hit em with all of that one too, Zach. He's got the chance to make the cover now-- and he does!
Zip counts as Seifer sprawls across both men.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
T-NO!!! DOUBLE KICK OUT!!!
The combined power of Micayle and Slane tosses Seifer into the air. Seifer lands on his feet but he bites the bit with a big boot from Slane, knocking him into the Doctor. Micayle catches Seifer and plants him with a German suplex into a bridge.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Micayle tried to get sneaky and steal the pin but Slane broke it up.
Erin Robbins: Slane is such a hater, man. Dude needs to get laid.
Slane pulls Micayle up by the hair, gouges him in the air and lifts him onto his shoulder in the electric chair position.
Zach Davis: That's a two hundred and forty pound man that Slane just lifted onto his shoulders! What brand of corn bread has this former Iowa Scoutmaster been eating?!
Slane, abruptly and without warning, shoots Micayle off his shoulders and yanks him down into a MASSIVE facebuster! The crowd pops for that shit because hey it was a great move and plus fuck Micayle as far as they're concerned.
Zach Davis: Slane Shock Therapy!
Erin Robbins: That's not a move name, Zach, you just made it up!
Zach Davis: Damn it it's a good name and I like it and it fits so I'm using it!
Slane comports himself and rolls Micayle onto his back for the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: The four fifty by Seifer breaks it up! This Toronto born madman has more bounce in his step than a spring heeled jack! Seifer is back to his feet. He's got Slane now. He's got Slane in the corner!
Erin Robbins: Avalanche fisherman's suplex! Seifer laid him out! That could do it right here! But no! I mean YESSSSS! Micayle is back up! He survived your Slane Shock Therapy, Zach!
Zach Davis: Yes but the Doctor is on Queer Street, Erin! He thinks he's shoe shopping on Fifth Avenue right now!
Seifer lobs a foot into Micayle's face and throttles The Scientist with another one of his crazy kicks.
Erin Robbins: Oh no this isn't good. Seifer has the Remus of my Dreamus on his shoulders now!
Zach Davis: Burning Hammer! Burning BAH GAWD Hammer and Corey Black just got that tingle in his pants again!
Laid out by Seifer's Fade to Black, Remus is easily covered by the Dark Angel of Judgement.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: It's broken up by Slane! I thought he was done for!
Erin Robbins: My Dreamy Reamy is never done for!
Zach Davis: I was talking about Slane but yeah your boy Micayle was done, Erin!
Erin Robbins: You damned filthy Canadian loving slimer, Zach! Renounce your American citizenship now!
Zach Davis: Never! I stand by the policies of this present administration though many have grown to question them!
Slane tries to battle Seifer. Tries to grab hold of his foot, but Seifer counters into an Enzuigiri. Slane is staggered but standing as fourteen thousand Canadians scream for Scoutmaster blood. Seifer throttles Slane with a Koppu Kick, laying him out flat on the mat.
Zach Davis: Seifer points to the heavens and this ain't good for Slane OR Micayle!
Erin Robbins: Diving double foot stomp to the head of Scoutmas--Er, Stuart Slane! Angels Landing!
Zach Davis: That's gotta be it!
Seifer hooks the leg on Slane.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Micayle came from out of somewhere to break up that pin!
Erin Robbins: Remus has got him up-- Old Glory DDT! He planted Seifer with that move and that's straight from the Red, White and Blue courtesy of the Stars and Stripes, ya maple syrup chugging Canuck bastard!
The crowd rains down with vociferous and hateful boos upon Remus, who celebrates like he just won the Nobel Prize. He cradles Seifer for the pin.
Erin Robbins: YES! YES! WE GOT DIS!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Slane broke it up just as Seifer was kicking out of that cradle!
Erin Robbins: Look at the scowl on my man's face! He hates these Canadian knuckle draggers, these, these Nickelback fans!
Micayle backs Slane up with a knee lift and then drops him with a snap neckbreaker. He studies Seifer, burning holes into his Canadian features with his eyes. He drags Seifer to a corner of the ring.
Zach Davis: Remus has bad intentions here. You can see it in his eyes.
Erin Robbins: Aren't they dreamy, Zach? Sigh...
With a reckless abandon Micayle charges at Seifer and hits him with a running punt kick to the head. The collective air goes out of the arena. Remus stands over Seifer with a menacing glare in his eyes as the crowd boos louder than ever.
Erin Robbins: The Doctor is about to finish this Canadian scrub once and for all!
Zach Davis: Remus pulls Seifer to his feet-- and he has Seifer up now! What's he gonna do... DOCTOR BOMB!!
Remus falls on top of Seifer for the pin.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Slane with the save yet again!
Erin Robbins: Damn you, Scout--Er, Slanemaster!
With Micayle stunned, Slane lifts him up and hits the Slane Slam!
Zach Davis: Slane Slam from out of somewhere!
Erin Robbins: But The Doctor rolled out of the ring! Smart! Very smart!
Zach Davis: He was unconscious, Erin, he didn't know what he was doing!
Erin Robbins: Remus always knows what he's doing, Zach, conscious or unconscious!
Slane looks like he pulled something from the force of that awesome Slane Slam as he's slow getting back to his feet.
Seifer runs at Slane, but Slane ducks away...
Zach Davis: ANOTHER SLANE SLAM!
Slane drops down and quickly pins Seifer, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: Stuart Slane wins it!
The fans boo as Slane rises to his feet, getting his arm raised.
Zach Davis: We may be witnessing the rise of Stuart Slane, Erin. He's just won a HUGE matchup, and he's on the rise. He just might have what it takes to beat Jonny Fly on Sunday.
Erin Robbins: I can't wait, Zach.
Zach Davis: Doctor Micayle is hanging back in the ring for some odd reason. Probably wants to tell the crowd more reasons why he despises them.
Erin Robbins: I think he's just cooling off from that hot performance earlier. The Incredible Hulk needs some downtime after dominating everything, and the good doctor is incredible.
Zach's assumption is better than Erin's as Remus starts calling for the mic, leading to a stirring in the crowd. When "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy hits on the PA system, this stir becomes an uproar. Oblivion and Night Rider step out on the ramp, staring hard at Remus Micayle, who is looking around for the absent First Apostle.
Zach Davis: Oh, Remus has found himself in quite a predicament.
Erin Robbins: Look out behind you!
Oblivion and Night Rider make their way down the ramp, sending Remus Micayle backwards, looking for an exit. He turns around, hoping to slide out the ring, only to eat a roundhouse kick from Denise D'Evil who had come in the back way. Denise keeps the big man down long enough with stomps until the other two join in the fray. With the odds against them, the good doctor can do nothing but lay there as the three repeatedly stomped him into the mat.
Erin Robbins: Come on Terry Roberts, you piece of shit. Go help the good doctor!
Zach Davis: Remus established that he wanted no part of Terry Roberts, so why should he jump in at all?
Zach's logic was spot-on as Terry Roberts merely watched from his seat in the corner, no emotion on his face. Meanwhile, in the ring, Obi has pulled Micayle onto his shoulders. Whispering something in Micayle's ears, Obi throws Remus down with the 5150 to a pop from the crowd. Having seen enough, Terry Roberts rises from his seat and begins to make way back up the ramp.
Erin Robbins: Where is Mark Dillinger? Where is anyone who supports Team Science?
As if on cue, Mark Dillinger busts out the back, running past Terry Roberts to save the good doctor. Instead of picking a second fight, the Shadow Demons slide out, allowing Mark to focus on his master. Not that the master was having any part of it; Remus Micayle shoved Dillinger roughly away, staring at Shadow Demons as they made their way back.
Zach Davis: Shadow Demons sent a message tonight, at the expense of Remus Micayle.
Erin Robbins: Remus will get his payback next week though.
Zach Davis: Tune in to Aftermath to see just what goes down. All I can say is it's going to be brutal.
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 opponent.
Zach Davis: Mary Mac looking good as always. She needs to do some of those flips on my--
Erin Robbins: Zach, please, there are children watching!
Zach Davis: I was gonna say penis!
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: Denise D'evil is looking to bounce back after a hard fought loss to Doctor Remus Micayle last week. No need for The Death Bringer to hang her head though. She pushed the Doctor to his limit!
Erin Robbins: That's what you think?
Zach Davis: That's what I saw, Erin. I know you love Remus but he got fed his lunch last week by Denise.
Erin Robbins: She fed him lunch? That hussy! He's mine, Denise! Keep your hands off!
Zach Davis: It was a figure of speech, Erin. You know what? Never mind. Let's get on with the match
Junior referee Zip Wingdinger surmises the action as Denise and Mary quickly move in for the lock up. Denise gets the edge and forces Mary into a headlock, but Mary pops her head out of Denise's armpit and cranks back on a hammerlock. Denise grits her teeth before flipping out of the painful move and reversing the leverage.
Zach Davis: Good scramble early on. I like to see both of these ladies being active, flipping around and such.
Erin Robbins: You're such a pig, Zach.
Zach Davis: Oh but it's OK for your to drool over Remus and Brent?
Erin Robbins: That's completely different--
Erin's sentence is cut short when Mary reverses Denise's leverage, flips onto the ropes and springboards off with a beautiful kick right to the chops!
Zach Davis: Great athleticism by Mary Mac! She's like a superball in that ring!
Erin Robbins: And I bet you got a pair of super balls for her to play with, right, pervert?
Denise shakes off the kick and tries to rebound with a clothesline but Mary ducks and leaps across Denise's shoulders in a crucifix position. Denise tries to shake her opponent off, but Mary flips Denise to the mat. Denise gets right back up and Mary takes her down with an armdrag. Denise pops up again and walks into another armdrag from Mary. Frustrated, Denise slides out of the ring to regroup.
Zach Davis: Mary Mac is on fire and Denise doesn't like it. Veteran move right here by the Death Bringer, giving herself the opportunity to collect her thoughts and attempt a new strategy.
Erin Robbins: She might need a new strategy for her new strategy.
Zach Davis: What?
Erin points to the ring where Mary is building up a head of steam shooting herself off the far ropes before charging across the ring and diving through the ropes onto Denise, bringing the crowd to its feet.
Zach Davis: Mary Mac has wings! What a move by the pride of Sydney, Nova Scotia!
Erin Robbins: Denise caught the worst of that exchange, but Mary looks a bit shaken up herself.
Zach Davis: Indeed she is but Mary Mac is on her feet first.
Mary pulls Denise up and splays her on the fan barrier before unloading some punishing forearm strikes to the jaw.
Erin Robbins: Mary is like a house of fire tonight, Zach.
Zach Davis: She's proven herself to be one of our more passionate superstars and she doesn't back down from a fight, that's for sure.
Erin Robbins: Looks like she's going for a suplex, NO! Denise blocks it and reverses with a suplex of her own! She just sent Mary over the fan barrier!
Denise makes it back into the ring just in time to beat the ref's ten count and just as quickly rolls out of the ring, restarting the count.
Zach Davis: Denise has no intention of scoring a cheap count out victory. The Death Bringer wants to punish the lovely Mary Mac and send a message to the entire roster.
Erin Robbins: Oof! She's laying into Mary with those heavy riding boots that she wears, right to the back of the head!
Zach Davis: Denise is as ruthless as she is beautiful, Erin.
Erin Robbins: And you're getting off on this match aren't you, Zach?
Denise yanks Mary up from the ground and sends her crashing into the steel ring steps with a hard Irish whip.
Zach Davis: Mary's head landed flush into those steps! She could be busted open!
Erin Robbins: Damn. Denise just went Chris Brown on a bitch.
Showing no mercy, Denise pulls Mary from the steps and sets her up for a powerbomb onto the floor.
Zach Davis: Denise could put her out right here! This is bad news for Mary Mac!
Erin Robbins: Mary's fighting it, Zach! Denise can't get her up. Mary's taut little body is fighting with every fiber of its being. Back body drop! Great counter by Ms. Mac!
The crowd pops for Mary's heart and guts as she takes a moment to recover from the pain and exertion. Finally she gets to her feet and rolls Denise into the ring. Denise is right there though when Mary rolls in, stomping her down with repeated boots to the back.
Zach Davis: Denise isn't giving Mary an inch to work with!
Erin Robbins: Sounds like she's taking a page out of your book, Zach.
Zach Davis: Hey! I told you, I was in the pool. I had shrinkage!
Denise sends Mary into the ropes and nearly decapitates her with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Oof! Denise sent Mary into a midair flip with that clothesline.
Erin Robbins: She's not done yet. Denise picks Mary up and, sidewalk slam!
Denise covers Mary and hooks a leg for leverage.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Denise stays on the attack dragging Mary to her feet with a brute strength and planting her into the mat with a Tiger suplex into a bridge.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
TH--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Mary is hanging in there but she's leaking oil right now.
Erin Robbins: Oil, Zach? Because she's black?
Zach Davis: No, it's a figure of speech--
Erin Robbins: Racist!
Denise shoots Mary into the turnbuckles. Mary hits hard and with a feminine grunt. Denise follows for the clothesline, but Mary ducks. Denise snaps around but eats a boot to the midsection. Mary grapples her around the neck and runs up the ropes--
Zach Davis: Tornado DDT from out of somewhere by Mary Mac! Mary Mac is on the attack!
Erin Robbins: Gotta give the babe credit, she's never out of a match.
Mary pumps her fist and the crowd rallies behind her. Denise gets back to her feet and runs haphazardly at Mary, but the Death Bringer pays for it by eating a spinning wheel kick to the yapper. Mary is in firm control now as she runs to the corner, scales the ropes in the flash of an eye and decks Denise with a turnaround Missile dropkick.
Zach Davis: Lights out for Denise D'evil! She just had her lights turned out by the buxom Mary Mac! Here's the cover by Mary!
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THRE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Erin Robbins: Denise had to dig deep for that. She looked like she was out cold, but the Death Bringer doesn't die easy, and heck how could she? She's got a husband to support now.
Zach Davis: I think Night Rider is perfectly capable of--
Erin Robbins: Yeah right! Denise wears the pants in that relationship!
Denise sits up on the mat, trying to regain her bearings, but Mary is on the attack with a basement dropkick to the face.
Zach Davis: Mary Mac has some educated feet, that's for sure!
Erin Robbins: What exactly makes them educated, Zach? Can they read and write? Did they graduate from college? Do they have a doctorate in physics?
Zach Davis: I, I, I... don't know. Why are you asking me so many questions?!
Mary is snapping her fingers and the crowd immediately pops. They know that's the signal for the Snap Decision.
Zach Davis: Snap Decision coming right up!
Erin Robbins: That's that devastating twisting brainbuster that she uses, truly ghastly what it does to the equilibrium.
Zach Davis: No doubt but the way Mary pivots her hips is divine!
Mary lifts Denise and absolutely levels her with the Snap Decision. She makes the cover.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
THREEE--NO!!! SHOULDER UP!!!
Zach Davis: She got the shoulder up! How did she do that? No one has kicked out of the Snap Decision before!
Erin Robbins: Unreal! Denise D'evil is truly one of the toughest superstars in WCF!
Mary stares at Denise in disbelief, eyes wide open, but she quickly regroups. Mary shoots off the ropes for a picture perfect Springboard Elbow Drop but Denise alertly darts out of the way.
Zach Davis: Nobody home that time for Mary Mac!
Both superstars shake off their ill effect and get back to their feet. Mary tries for a grapple but Denise dodges it and hits a dropkick.
Erin Robbins: OMG... DENISE HIT THE DROP KICK! SHE JUST MURDERED MARY MAC!
Zach Davis: YOU CAN'T DO THAT DENISE! THAT'S NOT RIGHT!
Erin Robbins: She calls that the Dismount but she needs to start calling it the Decapitator!!
Mary appears to be out cold on the mat after that devastating dropkick. Denise quickly pounces, picking Mary up from the mat with a look on her face that says she has no regard for human life.
Zach Davis: Oh no... she wouldn't... she couldn't...
Erin Robbins: MY GOD SHE HIT THE RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP! MARY MAC IS DEAD!
Zach and Erin bow their heads at the announce table.
Zach Davis: This is one of the bleakest moments that I have ever witnessed on Sunday Night Slam.
Erin Robbins: The way that Mary's head bounced off the canvas... I've never seen anything like that, Zach.
The crowd sits in stunned silence as Denise makes the cover and the three count appears academic from here.
Zip Wingdinger: ONE...
Zach Davis: Denise D'evil wins it! I'm not a fan of her brutal methods, but she picks up a big win tonight over the number one contender for the People's Championship.
Erin Robbins: This win gives Denise much needed momentum headed into the Shadows' tag title defense against Team Science at Aftermath, but one has to wonder if Mary Mac will be in any condition to compete for the People's Title after the brutality that we've witnessed tonight?
EMT's tend to the fallen Mary Mac and the crowd chants her name in encouragement as Denise callously walks to the back, not even stopping to celebrate her victory.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly. Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: The great Jonny Fly, here tonight to challenge for the WCF Television Championship.
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.
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.
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion out here now, the WCF TV Champion in his first defense after winning the title last week!
DING DING DING
Both men walk right into the middle of the ring, neither man afraid of the other. Oblivion is larger than Fly, has the WCF experience edge, and everything. Still, The Monster stirkes first with a right hand. Jonny fights back with one of his own. Another from Oblivion, European Uppercut from Fly, boot to the midsection by Oblivion. He sends Jonny off into the ropes and on the return goes for a back body drop which is countered with a kick to the chest. With Oblivion standing upright now, Jonny bounces off the ropes and attempts a clothelins but Oblivion catches him coming in with a Black Hole Slam!
Erin Robbins: Power wins out on that exchange.
Oblivion rips Jonny Fly off the mat with one hand and tosses him into the corner. Couple of back elbow strikes, followed up by setting Jonny on the top and whipping him back down to the mat with a short chokeslam - NO, Fly breaks the hold mid-air and comes crashing down with Oblivion in a DDT! The counter allows Fly a bit of space from the big man, he bounces off the ropes and comes back with an elbow to the back of the head, followed up by an armbar.
Zach Davis: Fly targeting the head to disorient Oblivion, and the arm to disable the power game. Smart move.
Jonny wrenches on the arm, then puts it own on the mat to drop a knee on. Back to the armbar. Oblivion isn't going to tap out by any means, but he's reaching for the ropes for a break. He gets it. Fly breaks the hold but stomps the arm on his way to his feet. Fly walks off and allows Oblivion to stand up, going right back with big clubbing blows to the arm. Oblivion shoves Fly off and SUPERKICK! The big man kicked Fly right in his head!
Erin Robbins: Damn! There's one way to use offense with a bum arm!
Fly is knocked down, not having a clue what hit him. It was basically a truck. Oblivion takes Jonny up and holds him with the good arm, driving his head into Jonny's with multiple headbutts. Jonny falls into the corner, sitting against the bottom turnbuckle, Oblivion launches himself into a flip and crushes Jonny! He goes for a cover!
- No, Jonny kicks out!
Zach Davis: Great offensive battle now between these two icons for the WCF TV Title! This match has been off the chains, Erin. Everyone expected this match to be overwhleming, but not like this.
"Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent hits the PA. The fans react with a loud mixture of cheers and boos and a vocal contingent of supporters even start a chant.
Crowd: BOBBY C!! BOBBY C!! BOBBY C!! BOBBY C!!
Erin Robbins: What is Bobby Cairo doing out here?!
Zach Davis: Mr. Cairo "The Godfather of Professional Wrestling" is obviously out here, just to scout out Jonny Fly.
Cairo begins to walk down the entrance ramp.
Erin Robbins: I think he is coming our way.
Zach Davis: So he is.
Bobby Cairo approaches to the commentary table. Shaking the hand of Zach Davis, as he puts on a head set.
Bobby Cairo: Good evening all.
Zack asks Why the visit, Bobby Cairo?
Bobby Cairo: I'm just casually doing some scouting, nothing else nothing more.
Oblivion isn't phased, he grabs Jonny by his hair and pulls him up to a standing base yet again. Kick from Fly breaks the momentum, though. Jonny rushes Oblivion pushing him over the top rope to the floor, Oblivion lands on his feet - SUICIDE DIVE FROM JONNY FLY! Both men crash hard to the floor!
Erin Robbins: What a disasterous impact!
Fly is pumped up now, he climbs to the top rope - FLY SWATTER! NO - OBLIVION GETS A KNEE UP! Oblivion had the sense of mind to spin his body and thrust his knee into an oncoming Jonny Fly! Fly is dazed, Oblivion is up - SOULTAKER! His arm isn't strong enough! He drops Fly back down to the mat and Jonny hoists Oblivion up onto his shoulders - DEATH. VALLEY. DRIVER! A cover!
NOOOO! Oblivion kicks out of the high impact move!
Zach Davis: What a show of strength and tenacity!
Fly is a bit surprised but he's not going to let up - he climbs to the top.
Erin Robbins: Here it comes...
FLY SWATTER! FLY HITS IT!
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly put the Television Title on the map! Is he about to win it again!?
Erin Robbins: We've got a new Television Champion!
The bell sounds as Fly rolls away, being handed the Television Title. Instead of Fly's music playing, however.... Seth steps out.
Zach Davis: Oh what now?
Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: Ref, get that belt away from Fly! Get that belt away right now!
The fans begin to boo. The ref does as he's told.
Seth Lerch: Fly, I heard what you said about the Television Title. You think it's beneath you? Then fine. YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!
The fans boo some more, though Fly appears mostly unaffected.
Seth Lerch: As of this moment in time, the Television Title is vacated. I'm stripping you of it, Fly. With Stuart Slane, you've got ENOUGH to deal with. At Aftermath, we will crown a new Television Champion. Hopefully someone that really respects the belt, unlike you.
With that, Seth leaves.
Zach Davis: Uh.. okay. Does that qualify as the shortest Television Championship reign ever?
Erin Robbins: Maybe, but Fly's still got the win on his record, so that's something, I guess.
Zach Davis: We saw Marina Valdivia become the number one contender earlier tonight, so I'm sure she'll get a shot, but.. who else? We'll find out at Aftermath!
Bobby Cairo leaves the commentary table.
Zach Davis: Well, thank you.... Bobby Cairo. Even though he didn't say anything.
Bobby Cairo walks to the ring.
Erin Robbins: I think Bobby Cairo is going to confront Jonny Fly.
Jonny Fly leaves the ring.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly has already left the ring. Then why is Bobby Cairo approaching The Monster Oblivion?
Erin Robbins: I'm bewildered, as well. I don't know why Bobby Cairo has approached Oblivion.
Bobby Cairo approaches Oblivion, who gets into a defensive position. The crowd is shocked. Cairo puts out a hand in a handshake position. The crowd is hushed.
Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo is offering a handshake to Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: The Monster cannot go anywhere without anyone getting in IT's face.
The crowd watches as Bobby Cairo and Oblivion shake hands. Cairo whispers something into Oblivion's left ear. Bobby Cairo hands Oblivion a business card. The crowd starts to murmur.
Zach Davis: What is that all about?
Bobby Cairo is about to leave the ring, he tells Oblivion...
Bobby Cairo: Remember what I just old you. Remember.
Zach Davis: What the Hell just happened there?
Erin Robbins: I don't have the foggiest idea on what just happened. What is on THAT card?!
Zach Davis: What did Cairo whisper in Oblivion's ear?
Erin Robbins: I don't have any ideas. We'll be right back.
As the scene cuts to commercial, Oblivion is still in the center of the ring ,looking and smiling at the card.
Zach Davis: I have to agree... WHAT WAS ON THAT CARD?!
The tron lights up, showing a close-up on Mark Dillinger's face. The camera zooms out and we find the First Apostle standing outside the locker room with a plaque reading "Terry Roberts" across the front. Looking around almost fearfully, Dillinger finally knocks on the door.
Mark Dillinger: Open up, Terry. I need to speak with you.
Silence from the other end. Dillinger tries the handle, but its locked.
Mark Dillinger: I thought about your offer from last week, Terry. Initially, it wasn't my decision to make, but after . . . after tonight, I think the good doctor will understand.
Mark Dillinger: Terry, I accept your offer. Team Science needs your help for Aftermath.
The door suddenly opens, with Terry filling the space.
Terry Roberts: The doc doesn't know about this?
Mark shakes his head. Terry looks for a moment before nodding, a slight grin crossing his face.
Terry Roberts: Well, he'll find out soon enough. Come on in and let's discuss next week.
Terry steps aside, allowing Dillinger to walk in before shutting the door behind him, ending the scene.
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri and now residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada she is the Mistress of Darkness…Chelsea Armstrong!
Chelsea starts down the ramp when suddenly Stacy Robinson runs out from the back and drops her with a forearm shot to the back of the head. Chelsea's music cuts as Robinson drops down on top of her and begins viciously clawing at her face.
Zach Davis: My god look at the crazed look on Stacy Robinson!
Erin Robbins: Can you blame her after Chelsea has had her brother held hostage for so long?
The referee quickly exits the ring and runs up the ramp to break the ladies up as Chelsea fights to get Stacy off of her. Stacy now getting up to her feet, dragging Chelsea up by a handful of hair as the referee tells her to let go and get to the ring. Stacy ignores him and continues to drag Chelsea down the ramp by her hair. They reach the ring apron and Stacy tries to slam her face first into it. Chelsea blocks it and hits and elbow to the gut. Chelsea now grabbing Stacy by the head and she slams her into apron. Chelsea does it a second time and then scrapes her face back and forth across the rough canvas. The referee gives up on trying to get them into the ring and calls for the bell to start the match.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: And this match is officially underway. But is Stacy already busted open?
The referee leans in to check as Chelsea grabs a handful of hair and pulls Stacy away from the apron and signals there's no blood. Chelsea one last time bashes Stacy's face into the apron before rolling her into the ring. The referee slides in and checks her out again as Chelsea lifts up the apron and pulls out a steel chair. She throws it into the ring and then slides in under the bottom rope. Stacy is trying to sit up when she catches a knee to the face that knocks her back over.
Erin Robbins: What a shot to the face!
Chelsea now pulling Stacy upright and puts her into position for a DDT onto the chair. Stacy with the block and then the counter, taking Chelsea to the mat with a double leg takedown. Stacy now with rights and lefts as Chelsea tries to cover up her face. Stacy now up to her feet and she's demanding the referee check Chelsea. He does and again there's still no blood. Stacy looking around and she spots the chair. With a smile she grabs it and smacks it on the mat, screaming for Chelsea to get up.
Erin Robbins: This could end it! We're going to see blood!
Chelsea up to her feet and Stacy swings for the fences. Chelsea ducks it though and Stacy gets spun around. Chelsea now with a dropkick to the back that sends Stacy stumbling forward and causes the chair to bounce off the top rope and smack her in the face. The chair drops to the mat as the referee checks on her.
Zach Davis: There's no blood but I don't know how. That chair smacked her square in the face.
Erin Robbins: Well not everyone bleeds like a bitch, Zach.
Stacy checking her face for herself when Chelsea grabs her by the head and leads her to the corner. Chelsea tries to smash her face into the corner when Stacy puts her foot up and blocks it. Stacy with an elbow to the face before shoving Chelsea into the corner. Stacy with a knee to the stomach before climbing up onto the second rope. The crowd starts to count along as she begins to rain down right hands.
Zach Davis: How long is this going to go on?
Erin Robbins: Until Stacy's arm gets tired. There's no rules in this match!
Stacy finally calls it quits and hops down out of the corner as Chelsea falls to the mat. The referee checks on her and signals there's no blood. Stacy is incensed and drops to her knees, grabbing Chelsea and rolling her over onto her back. Stacy again clawing at her face, trying to rip her skin off the bone. Chelsea covers up her face and manages to roll Stacy off of her. Chelsea trying to get back up to her feet as the referee checks on her.
Zach Davis: I think I see blood! I think this is it!
Erin Robbins: No! The referee is saying there is no blood.
Stacy rolls on the mat and grabs hold of the chair as Chelsea is trying to get her wits about her. Stacy up on her knees when Chelsea turns around and Stacy throws the chair at her face. Chelsea catches it and swings, connecting with the side of Stacy's head. Stacy falls over onto the mat, clutching her ear and screaming in pain as the referee checks on her.
Zach Davis: Was that enough?! Is this match over?!
The referee is having a tough time checking on Stacy as she's rolling around holding the side of her head. Chelsea drops down onto the mat and grabs her by the hair, holding her still long enough for the referee to check for blood. There's none and Chelsea demands he look again. Again, no blood. Chelsea now pulling Stacy's head up from the mat by her hair before slamming it back down on the mat. Over and over she does it, all the while screaming for Stacy to bleed.
Erin Robbins: This girl has lost it! She's absolutely lost it!
With one last slam Chelsea untangles her fingers from Stacy's hair and gets up to her feet. The referee checks and there's no blood on Stacy as Chelsea exits the ring and again goes under the apron. This time she pulls out a kendo stick and slides back into the ring. Stacy is up and Chelsea swings for her head. Stacy ducks it and kicks Chelsea square in the gut. Stacy now ripping the kendo stick out of Chelsea's hands and she cracks her across the back.
Zach Davis: OH! Did you hear that shot?
Chelsea drops to her hands and knees and Stacy smacks her across the back a second time. A third. A fourth. Three more shots before an eighth and final one. Chelsea clutching her back as Stacy drops down on top of her and places the stick across the throat before leaning back. Chelsea clawing at her arms and gasping for air as the referee can do nothing but look on.
Zach Davis: Stacy Robinson looks hell bent on choking the last breath out of Chelsea's body.
Erin Robbins: But that's not going to win her the match!
Zach Davis: Something tells me Stacy would take ending Chelsea's career over a win any day.
Chelsea continues to claw at Stacy's arms, trying to get some separation as the color drains from her face. Finally her arms fall to the mat and Stacy drops the kendo stick. The referee checks on Chelsea and she's not responding.
Erin Robbins: Well now what the hell do we do?
Zach Davis: Well this match is still going. We can't have a winner until someone is bleeding.
Stacy waits for the referee to tell her there's no blood on Chelsea before grabbing her by the hair and pulling her up off the mat. Stacy with a european uppercut to the jaw that sends Chelsea onto her back. Stacy pulls her back up and takes her down with another uppercut. Stacy enjoying every second of this as she pulls Chelsea up a third time. Stacy tries for another uppercut when Chelsea counters with a thumb to the eye. Stacy grabs for her eye and Chelsea with a kick to the gut before she hits a swinging fisherman neckbreaker.
Erin Robbins: Devils Wing!
Both women laid out on the mat as the referee checks on them both. Neither is bleeding as Chelsea is the first to stir on the mat. She pushes herself up to her feet and then grabs a handful of Stacy's hair. Chelsea now pulling Stacy upright as she screams out "It's over!".
Zach Davis: What is Chelsea thinking here?
Chelsea drags Stacy over to the chair on the mat and pulls her in for a piledriver. The crowd gets to their feet as Chelsea goes to lift her up when Stacy grabs hold of her legs and blocks it. Stacy now shoving Chelsea off of her before connecting with a european uppercut. Chelsea tries to shake it off but Stacy catches her with an inverted stomp facebreaker.
Erin Robbins: Stacy's Judgement!
Stacy screams for the referee to check Chelsea as she sits up on her knees. The referee checks on Chelsea but sees no blood. Stacy can't believe it as he checks a second time. Stacy now looking around and she spots the chair laying on the mat. Stacy up to her feet and she grabs it. Chelsea is stirring on the mat as Stacy smacks the chair and screams for her to get up. Chelsea is out of it as she sits up and looks around dazed. Stacy winds up and swings the chair like a baseball bat, connecting with the face of Chelsea.
Zach Davis: Dear god! What a shot! It's over! It has to be over!
The referee tries to move in to check on her but Stacy shoves him aside and throws the chair down onto her face before stepping back. The referee pulls the chair away and right away calls for the bell as blood is pouring from Chelsea's nose and mouth.
Erin Robbins: And Stacy Robinson wins it!
"I Will Not Break" hits the speakers as Stacy collapses in the corner out of exhaustion. The referee checks on Chelsea again and calls for the medics as Stacy looks on, a smile on her face.
Zach Davis: After an all out war between these two, Stacy Robinson has won this First Blood Match.
Erin Robbins: And more importantly she's won back her brother from Chelsea.
Slam fades out to commercial with a shot of Stacy continuing to smile as she watches the medics tend to the unconscious Chelsea.
We open up backstage with Mary Mac being assaulted by Zombie McMorris!
Zach Davis: What is this!?
Zombie McMorris throws Mary into a nearby concession stand. He smashes her head into it repeatedly.
Erin Robbins: Mary Mac is getting the People's Title shot, not Zombie, and he doesn't like it!
Nearby onlookers gasp as Zombie kicks Mary in the gut and she doubles over. He then grabs her...
Zach Davis: AXE WOUND THROUGH THE TABLE!
Mary Mac clutches her head in pain as Zombie grins down at her. The attack was short but sweet and it did what he intended to do. McMorris walks away.
Erin Robbins: I'm no doctor, but it looks like Mary Mac has checked out, and won't be able to compete come Sunday. I don't know if that means Zombie McMorris will get his shot, but it sure does seem like he's taken out his competition, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: Well... PART of his competition. At the end of the day he's still got to beat Stacy Robinson for the belt!
Erin Robbins: And perhaps he should be a little more worried about the US Title and ICE Beckman!
Zach Davis: Why is that?
Erin Robbins: Because look who just showed up!
Indeed, as Zombie was walking away, he's come face to face... with the United States Champion!
ICE: You think you're a big man for taking out someone like Mary Mac? And as for your United States Title Contendership match... Nice win. Beating three other WCF wrestlers is never an easy accomplishment, so I say congratulations. But make sure you bring your very best next week. No matter the match, no matter the week, I bring it with guns blazing! And I still have a whole fucking lot to prove and I mean to do it with this title firmly around my waist. So Zombie McMorris, forget about Stacy Robinson and the People's Title. Be ready for a war at Aftermath, for I will do anything to keep this title!!
ICE Beckman holds the title high up in the air as the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: ICE does seem pretty intent on keeping that title.
Erin Robbins: That may be his intent, but it's not just up to him, Zombie McMorris will for sure have something to say before the end.
Zach Davis: This is going to be a hell of a match a Aftermath!!
ICE walks away as Zombie stares at him with hatred.
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash and John Gable walk out. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding their fists high in the air, already sure of their coming victory.
Zach Davis: These two men have some of the most impressive victories anyone in the WCF can claim at this point. Waylon pinned Torture, and Gable has pinned Fly. It doesn't get any bigger than that.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Erin Robbins: Great. Here he comes...
Crawl by Kings of Leon hits.
Zach Davis: TORTURE'S RETURN TO SLAM COMPETITION IS HERE! HERE HE COMES!
Torture sprints full speed out of the entryway! Cash and Gable weren't quite expecting such a full speed assault, thinking Torture would've spent time enjoying the fanfare. However, Tort slides right into the ring and hits both Gable and Cash with a series of rights and lefts!
Erin Robbins: Torture with the cheap attack, very nice.
Zach Davis: When S-PAC is involved, if you can get the first "cheap shot" in, you're just leveling the playing field.
Cash goes reeling right into Orbit, who is ready for action. Orbit drops Cash with a Jawbreaker before backing up a step and running into him, Clotheslining him over the top rope and sending both men's bodies flying to the outside! With that, the bell sounds.
Erin Robbins: Gable and Torture are our legal men!
Zach Davis: A few weeks ago Gable was giving new meaning to the term "legal man," Erin.
Erin Robbins: ...that was horrible.
After hitting enough closed fists to stun Gable a bit Tort backs up and hits a Standing Dropkick. Gable hits the mat and Tort springs back up. He begins stomping Gable repeatedly before lifting him up and hitting a forearm to Gable's face, and following up with a Vertical Suplex.
Zach Davis: Torture has a lot to prove here tonight, and he's doing it right now!
Tort floats over into the pin.
No!, Gable gets the shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: He can't keep up, Zach. He's an old timer. And he wants to enter War? Psht.
Tort then puts Gable into a headlock.
Erin Robbins: See? He's keeping the pace slow, trying to slow Gable down to his .. slowness.
Zach Davis: OR he's being a smart wrestler and wearing his opponent down! Come on, Erin.
Both Orbit and Cash have made it to their respective corners now. Waylon is yelling at Gable to get out of it, but Gable seems unable to - until Cash simply enters the ring and stomps Torture off.
Erin Robbins: Waylon Cash may be the greatest Tag Team wrestler in WCF history, and he's proving why right there! Great teamwork!
Cash hit Torture square in the head, and Torture is dazed long enough for Cash to pull Gable towards his corner. Cash gets back on the apron then reaches and tags himself in. Cash gets back in the ring now, and this has given Torture enough time to get to his feet. Cash runs at him and goes for a Clothesline, which Torture ducks. Waylon anticipated this, and keeps running, Springboards, and takes Tort down with a Clothesline!
Zach Davis: Gotta give it to Cash, you don't see him springboard every day! But when you're in the ring with Torture and Steve Orbit, you've got to elevate your game, and he knows that.
Cash knows Tort won't stay down for long. He waits behind him.. then once Tort is to a vertical base, Cash runs at him and chop blocks him. The crowd boos.
Erin Robbins: THERE'S smart wrestling, Zach. He's cutting down the Torture tree.
Zach Davis: The Torture tree? That sounds disturbing.
Cash grabs Torture's leg and begins stomping his inner thigh before dropping a leg on it. He then transitions that into a Single Leg Boston Crab.
Erin Robbins: Shades of Lance Storm! That move known as the Canadian Maple Leaf. I heard Waylon talking about some leaves or something earlier today.
Zach Davis: ...Do you mean grass, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Something like that!
Torture yells out in pain but he refuses to tap. Waylon knows that for everything he's said about Tort, he ISN'T going to tap out, and after several moments releases the hold. But the damage is done, Tort holds his leg which must be hurting. Waylon grabs it and pulls him into the S-PAC corner, tagging in Gable.
Zach Davis: Here comes Gable once more.
Both Gable and Cash grabs a leg and executes the Wishbone maneuver! Tort yells out in pain once more. Gable quickly lifts him and executes a Northern Lights Suplex!, hitting a bridge pin!
NO!, Torture kicks out!
Erin Robbins: If Gable would pin Torture, even though he's never been a World Champion, he could claim to be one of the best wrestlers in WCF... ever. Pinfall victory over both Jonny Fly and The Tort? Incredible.
Gable is thinking just that. He lifts Torture up and lifts him into the Inverted Brainbuster position!, but Torture reverses it!, landing behind him. Torture hits a Reverse DDT!
Zach Davis: Great reversal!
Torture dives and tags in Orbit! The fans roar as Orbit hits the ring and Clotheslines Gable down, who had just gotten back up. Cash hits the ring and Orbit ducks an attack from him before Clotheslining him down as well. Gable is back up, Orbit hits an Arm Drag. Cash is back up, Orbit Dropkicks him out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit bringing the fight to S-PAC!
Gable gets back up and is met with a Snapmare from Orbit, followed by a kick to his back. Orbit then goes for the pin.
No!, Gable kicks out. Orbit kicks him briefly before lifting him back up and throwing him to the ropes. As he comes back... SPINEBUSTER!
Zach Davis: Great move! Another pin attempt!
No!, Gable kicks out once more. He begins to climb to the top.
Erin Robbins: Oh great. Come on, Gable...
Zach Davis: Time for the Oakland Splash!
Once Orbit is to the top, Cash runs over and grabs his leg, not allowing him to jump off. Torture quickly goes to intercept, pulling Cash away on the outside and throwing him into the stairs, but it's too late. Gable runs at Orbit.. but Orbit is able to put a foot up, which Gable runs right into! Gable is sent reeling, into the ref, knocking him down.
Erin Robbins: Oh great. Now Orbit and Torture can cheat.
Orbit flies off the top with a Missile Dropkick!, dropping Gable and not losing steam. He runs to the opposite turnbuckle of where he was, jumps up....
Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH!
He hits it!, gets back to his feet...
Erin Robbins: BOOM! CASH WITH THE CHAIR SHOT!
Indeed, with the ref down Cash has just taken Orbit down with a chair. Torture, furious, enters the ring and grabs the chair away from Waylon. He then slams Waylon in the head with it!
Zach Davis: Now THAT'S revenge!
Waylon is sent sprawling. Gable is up, BOOM!, Torture hits him too! Torture's eyes are blazing. He picks Waylon up and pulls him in...
Erin Robbins: TORTURE'S DEVICE ON THE CHAIR! WHAT A MANIAC! SOMEONE ARREST THIS MAN!
Bad timing. The referee has come to, and sees what happened. He signals for the bell.
Zach Davis: What?! Waylon is the one that brought the chair into this match!
Erin Robbins: Only to defend his partner, Zach! Torture has learned his lesson here tonight, cheaters never prosper!
The bell sounds.
Kyle Steel: Your winners, by disqualification... S-PAC!
The fans boo. Torture slams down the chair in frustration as Waylon rolls out of the ring. Orbit is up, shaking his head, also frustrated... until Gable spins him around and drops him with a Snap DDT!
Zach Davis: Come on, the match is over!
Gable then grabs Torture and lifts him up..
Erin Robbins: The Maltese Falcon! Gable hits it!
Gable leaves the ring, pulling Waylon out with him.
Zach Davis: Who knows what this means for next week, Erin. Everything comes to a head at Aftermath. Even if Orbit gets by Waylon... he's gonna have to face a member of S-PAC at Asesinato De Mayo, no matter what.
Erin Robbins: Because Seifer Black Armstrong and Chelsea Black Armstrong have made it to the finale of the Trilogy Cup Tournament, that's right! S-PAC is WCF dominance.
Gable and Waylon back up the ramp as Torture helps Orbit to his feet. Orbit shoves Torture away though, clearly unhappy with Tort's chair use earning them the DQ loss. Torture backs up, apologizing but telling Orbit he was just trying to watch his back.
Zach Davis: I'd say this was trouble in paradise, but this teamup was never paradise, Erin.
Before Gable and Waylon can reach the back... Master of Puppets hits.
Erin Robbins: What does HE want? Is he just going to give the belt to Waylon right here?
Seth steps out from the back and Gable and Cash turn around, annoyed. Orbit and Torture, in the ring, are also not amused. Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: Well, Torture, seems like you don't have ANY friends in this business anymore. Besides Corey Black, who else gives a damn about you?
The fans boo and begin to chant "TORTURE! TORTURE!"
Seth Lerch: Okay, maybe these nobodies. But not Steve Orbit, and no one else in the company. Somehow, though, you've made sure you've been central to this Cash and Orbit drama going on. And I won't deny that the fans want to see you.
The fans keep chanting. Torture looks around at them a bit and nods.
Seth Lerch: I looked into it, and we agreed to pay you until Aftermath, so... I'm not going to waste that. You're going to be at Aftermath, Torture. You're going to be the special guest referee between Steve Orbit and Waylon Cash!
Cash and Gable turn towards Seth, incredulous.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, yeah, have Savage contact me with whatever legal mumbo jumbo he wants to try to get me to change this, but it's not happening. Waylon, you fancy yourself the true World Champion, and this match is going to decide who the true undisputed Champion is. If ANYONE knows about the World Title and who should be Champion, it's Torture. For once, I'm going to do what the fans want. See you at Aftermath!
Seth leaves as Crawl by Kings of Leon hits, and our new referee for Aftermath's main event looks towards Cash. Orbit looks towards Cash, and glances towards Torture as well... wondering if the Hall of Famer could end up disappointing him one more time.
Zach Davis: Can Steve Orbit count on Torture at Aftermath!? Or will Waylon Cash finally make his World Title "run" legitimate!?
Erin Robbins: See you at Aftermath, fans!
Slam fades to black.