Zach Davis: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Sunday Night Slam with me, Zach Davis and joining me as always, Erin Robbins…
Erin Robbins: Welcome indeed…and tonight we start off one of WCF’s greatest tournaments, the Trios Cup tournament…
Suddenly ‘Prophecy’ by Judas Priest blasts out of the PA system as the WCF Director of Operations, Mr Joey Nitro walks out onto the stage dressed in a black suit, a white shirt, a red tie and a pair of black leather polished shoes. He looks around at the booing WCF Galaxy before he begins making his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…the WCF Director of Operations! Mr…Joey…Nitro!
Nitro reaches the ring and makes his way up the steel steps and across the ring apron before climbing through the ropes. Inside the ring the ring has been decorated with a fancy red canvas and set up in the centre of the ring sits the Trilogy Cup Tournament trophy. Nitro calls for a microphone and is handed one as ‘Prophecy’ fades out.
Joey Nitro: Ladies and gentlemen, last week at Aftermath I was the referee in the final of the Trilogy Cup Tournament final that saw two of the greatest wrestlers I have ever had the pleasure of working alongside, both in this company and in the NWA. Those two wrestlers were of course, Seifer Black Armstrong and Chelsea Black Armstrong…
The fans boo heavily at the mention of their names; Nitro smirks as he paces the ring a little.
Joey Nitro: Whether you love them or hate them, you can’t deny that last week’s match between those two was one of the greatest matches this company has ever witnessed. Both wrestlers well and truly deserved to walk out the winner and the new number one contender for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship…but of course there could only be one winner…and the winner was Seifer Black Armstrong…
Again the fans boo as Nitro strokes his beard a little.
Joey Nitro: So now ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pleasure to introduce to you all, the winner of the Trilogy Cup Tournament…and the brand new number one contender for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship! Seifer…Black…Armstrong!
Nitro points towards the stage as the lights go out and the screen goes to static before the sound of a piano soars around the arena and a voice starts to sing 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 saviour…’
‘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...’
As the music picks up the tempo, Seifer Black Armstrong walks out onto the stage holding his black light lamp as he walks down the ramp, as he reaches the ring he lifts the lamp blowing it out as the arena lights go back to normal before setting it on the ring apron and climbing into the ring himself, he walks over and shakes Nitro’s hand before getting a microphone of his own as ‘Dark Passenger’ by Fozzy fades out.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Thank you Mr Nitro, you know this trophy is a great honour…but what will be better than that is when I carry onto the next Pay-Per-View and face Steve Orbit for the WCF World title thanks to this trophy. Now I don't want to waste too much time here waffling on like a member of Pantheon, but I promise to you all, this is just the start of the new S-PAC era and I promise you all there will be blood…
Armstrong drops the microphone and picks up the trophy as ‘Dark Passenger’ hits, he then leaves the ring along with Nitro and the two make their way up the ramp to the back.
Zach Davis: Welcome ladies and gentleman to the Aftermath fallout edition of Slam. What a big night that is in store for us.
Erin Robbins: Tonight is the start of the Trios Cup tournament. This is a tournament for teams of three that will compete in a series of matches, determined by random brackets, set to be fought from now up to the next pay per view at Asesinato De Mayo.
Zach Davis: That’s right, and remember ladies and gents, the winning team; the person involved in the decision gets a World Title shot while the other two members get Tag Team Titles shots.
Erin Robbins: Have you seen those brackets! A lot of tough competition in the field, Pantheon…S-PAC…Sequitus. My oh my!
Zach Davis: Speaking of Sequitus, here we go with the opener tonight, featuring the return of Jordan Ciserano vs. “The Outlaw” Tony T.
Erin Robbins: Is Jordan Ciserano still a member of Sequitus? Oh well who cares…
Back in the Picture by The Rasmus begins to play and the crowd cheers. 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor.
Kyle Steel: First, from Buffalo, New York, weighing 185 pounds, he is... Jordan... Ciserano!
After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. His music ends and he's ready to fight.
Kyle Steel: Next his opponent, from Fort Worth, Texas, weighing 255 pounds, he is The Outlaw... Tony…T!
This Could Be Any Where in the World by Alexisonfire plays and out comes Tony to the ring in a very “about business” type of way, marching out as soon as the singer beings the first verse.
Zach Davis: Look at Tony T, he is clearly focused and looking to take out some frustration here tonight, after losing the People’s title triple threat match at Aftermath, where we seen Stacy Robinson retain.
Erin Robbins: Move on Zach, don’t get me started about Stacy Robinson…
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 bell rings and Tony T comes right out of the gate charging after Jordan Ciserano looking to use his weight advantage over the smaller Ciserano.
Zach Davis: Ooof that didn’t go as planned! Ciserano just took Tony T down with a beautifully executed dropkick.
Erin Robbins: Tony T’s a fool, you know you are supposed to take the legs out of a high-flyer type like Jordan Ciserano.
The Outlaw no sells the dropkick and is back up to his feet. He charges again after Ciserano, throwing a wild clothesline but using his speed, Ciserano, ducks and kicks Tony T in the gut. Jordan then locks Tony T in a front facelock then pivots 180° and catches the Outlaw in a three quarter facelock with his free arm before falling down into the cutter driving Tony T into the mat.
Zach Davis: Twist of Fate! Wait can we say that?
Erin Robbins: Who cares…shut up, look at Ciserano!
Jordan is in the midst of running towards the ropes and as he rebound, goes into a forward roll towards Tony T using the complete rotation to spring up onto their feet and into the air looking to hit a jumping somersault senton but Tony T manages to lift his knees up just in time.
Zach Davis: What a counter by the Outlaw!
Erin Robbins: Ah he just got lucky for a minute.
Ciserano holds his back in pain as Tony T gets back up to his feet and grabs him by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Tony T bends Jordan forward and hits a big club to the back stunning Jordan, and hooks each arm behind Ciserano’s head. The Outlaw then tucks Jordan's head under one of his arms, and then falls back pulling Ciserano onto the top of his head, causing him to roll over, with a Butterfly DDT. Tony T covers.
Zach Davis: Hope Jordan doesn’t have brain damage, I felt that DDT over here…
Erin Robbins: You’re the one with brain damage…
Stanley Moser: ONE!
Jordan kicks out after the count of one. Tony T stays on the assault and brings Ciserano back to his feet as he gets up. Jordan breaks free though, with a few shots of the head, staggering Tony T. He takes a few steps back and Ciserano comes running and wraps his legs over his The Outlaws’s head and begins spinning around over and over again. Jordan lets go and gets off the now dizzy Tony T, landing on his feet, and hits him with a stiff super kick to the jaw of The Outlaw dropping him like a sack of potatoes.
Zach Davis: The Ciserano Super Kick! Jordan hits it! With hell of a force, I might add…
Erin Robbins: He covers! Jordan is going to kick off his return with a win over the Outlaw…
Stanley Moser: ONE!...
Back in the Picture by The Rasmus begins to play and the crowd cheers. The referee holds up Jordan Ciserano’s hand who celebrates with the crowd before heading back to the back.
"Stranglehold" by conservative nutjob Ted Nugent hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: He's here! The Godfather is here! He talked about this on Twitter! He said he was gonna be here in Paris and he's here!
Erin Robbins: But where is he? Oh wait, the cameras have picked him up. He's coming through the audience!
The French crowd erupts in a chant of "BOBBY C!" as Governor Cairo works his way through the masses, slapping hands and motorboating titties along his way down to the fan barrier. The Godfather is lookin fresh as a motha fuck, adorned in a black fedora and leather trenchcoat.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Cairo springs over the barrier and walks up the steel ring steps to the apron. He flips over the top rope and climbs onto the turnbuckles, raising a fist into the air, his good fist, his fisting fist. The chants grow ever louder.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Bobby hops off the turnbuckles. The So Cal Val lookalike ringside attendant hands him a hot mic. Cairo salutes the fans with his thickness. The music cuts right before he begins to speak.
Bobby Cairo: When I was a young boy I thought about what it meant to be a man. I knew some things, even as a precocious lad. I knew that the blonde chick with the bazoombas out to here-
Cairo extends his hands in front of his chest, making the international symbol for "huge knockers", as the crowd cheers.
Bobby Cairo: I knew she gave me a tingle between my legs, my first of many such sensations to come. I knew something else though, something far more heinous. From that moment as a six month old infant I knew that there existed such evil in this world that would exploit those boobs for a GODDAMNED CAPITALISTIC AGENDA. Every single one of you French bitches with the tits up in here know what I'm talking about.
Cairo turns his body and points toward the entrance ramp.
Bobby Cairo: I'm calling you out, Great Catsy! Oh you're a powerful man. Hopped up on that breast milk and catnip. Gettin off on your good shit. Running shit in the big ol' USA. Running shit like a boss. "El Presidente del Gato" they call ya. You want all them titties for yourself, don't ya, Catsy? All that succulent milk. You don't want The Godfather getting his rocks off none. Godfather can't even get a taste in Catsy's America. You take the tit, you milk the tit dry, and you dispose of the tit. Now that ain't right!
Cairo's disdain is palpable as he scowls into the camera lens.
Bobby Cairo: But who is Governor Bobby Cairo, right? Just some crazy old, third world, tinpot dictator rambling on about titty-based conspiracy theories again-
Crowd: NO YOU'RE NOT! NO YOU'RE NOT! NO YOU'RE NOT!
Bobby Cairo: Nah, nah. It's true, ya damn Frenchies. You know how I know? The Great Catsy don't even have the time of day for Governor Cairo. See, I told The Great Catsy that I would be here at Slam in "Gay Paree" to confront him about his draconian neo-conservative schemes. I told him that he needed to HASH-TAG, Pussy Up. Turns out he just pussied out.
The crowd boos with a scathing vitriol.
Bobby Cairo: Don't even waste your breath, my children. Any associate of Logan is a coward by proxy, a coward just like "The Face of Bitchery" himself. And another thing: Logan didn't beat me at ONE! I fell asleep because I got tired from pounding his ass poon all night long and he rolled on top of me for the cheap pin!
Zach Davis: Controversial statements from The Godfather concerning Catsy AND Logan.
Erin Robbins: Apparently he's struck a chord with these French fans. They're hanging on his every word.
Zach Davis: I think Cairo's authoritative tone and rugged good looks remind them of fellow left-wing freedom fighter Che Guevara.
An 80's style synthesizer riff hits the PA system, accompanied by a caterwauling vocal intro. After a few seconds the music picks up and the chorus hits.
"RELAX! DON'T DO IT! WHEN YOU WANNA GO TO IT!"
Zach Davis: What in the hell is this?
Erin Robbins: Sounds like Frankie Goes to Hollywood, Zach.
Zach Davis: I know that, but why is the song interrupting The Godfather's monologue?
Cairo glares at the entrance ramp. Nothing at first. Seconds pass. Still nothing.
Bobby Cairo: Alright, cut that damn music! He's not here!
The Great Catsy suddenly appears at the entrance, eliciting a cheer from the crowd.
Zach Davis: The Great Catsy is here! Catsy has arrived at Arena et Compagnie!
Cairo blows a gasket. He kicks at the ring ropes and punches the air. The dapper looking Catsy, dressed in his customary tuxedo, waves to the WCF Universe while standing on his hind legs. He drops down to all fours before strutting down the aisle toward the ring.
Zach Davis: We had questions about whether this man, this cat-
Erin Robbins: Show some respect, Zach! That's the President of the United States of America that you're talking about!
Zach Davis: Uh, yeah. Anyway, we had questions about whether President Catsy would appear on Slam tonight, but he's answered those questions in resounding fashion.
Erin Robbins: Governor Cairo looks none too pleased about it.
Zach Davis: These men have been political rivals for years, Erin. It's yet another chapter in the age old battle between capitalism and communism.
Catsy scurries up the ring steps and crawls under the bottom rope, careful not to tip the top hat from his head. Catsy confronts the much taller Cairo at mid-ring, standing on his hind legs once again. A mic is attached to the lapel of Catsy's tuxedo jacket by the So Cal Val lookalike, allowing the President to project his voice over the PA system. Catsy stares at Cairo, that blank robotic expression on his face.
The Great Catsy: White people are amazing, good shit.
Bobby Cairo: What the hell is that supposed to mean?
The Great Catsy: Did you know that women make eighty percent less than men for doing precisely the same work?
Erin Robbins: Do you really make more money than me, Zach?
Zach Davis: Uh, no. No, of course not, Erin. Haha. What would make you think such a crazy thing?
Bobby Cairo: Capitalist drivel, my man. Come to Poon Guinea. Our women spread their legs and make more rubles in a week than your men make in a year.
The Great Catsy: You smash the poon with reckless abandon yet you condemn my breast milking policies, good shit?
Bobby Cairo: Big difference between us, Catsy. You've lit the corporatist centrifuge. I've stood tall, protected my nation's interests. It's true that the poon has no inherent rights in Poon Guinea, but the poon remains a valued commodity nonetheless, a national resource in fact.
The Great Catsy: Just as the milk from large American bosoms is America's national resource, good shit. Rub my back.
Bobby Cairo: NO!
The Great Catsy: Why do you resist, good shit?
Bobby Cairo: I don't respect you, Catsy.
The Great Catsy: President Catsy, good shit.
Bobby Cairo: I do not re-spect you. I do not re-spect your milk mo-no-po-ly. I do not re-spect your co-hort Lo-gan.
Spittle flies from Cairo's mouth and lands on Catsy's face as Cairo enunciates e-ve-ry sin-gle word that he speak-s. Catsy dries his face with the kerchief from his breast pocket.
Zach Davis: Governor Cairo is making this very personal. I think President Catsy just wanted a back rub.
Erin Robbins: Shut up, Zach! I'm listening to their debate! This is better than Lincoln-Douglas!
The Great Catsy: Why do you mock me, good shit?
Bobby Cairo: I mock you? You've been harassing me on Twitter and Facebook for months. Who the hell do you think you are? I've never liked you! You rode my coattails to the White House.
Catsy shakes his head "No".
Bobby Cairo: Yes, you did! I brought politics to wrestling, Catsy!
The Great Catsy: President Catsy, good shit.
Bobby Cairo: I made this shit a presidential sport! I was the first man, THE FIRST MAN from WCF to run for the American presidency!
The Great Catsy: As I recall, you lost, good shit.
Bobby Cairo: You Logan loving son of a boudle.
Cairo reaches down to strangle Catsy, but Catsy swats The Godfather away with his paws. Catsy's claws nick the blood from Cairo's veins, causing the Governor to abandon his assault.
The Great Catsy: You do not want to do that. I am trained in hand to hand combat, good shit.
Cairo grimaces and grips at the skin where he was cut.
Bobby Cairo: You're a maniac!
The Great Catsy: This is neither the time nor the place for such fisticuffs, good shit.
Bobby Cairo: You've stolen the White House. You've stolen America's supply of fertile bosoms. This ends, Catsy! This ends now!
The Great Catsy: President Catsy, good shit.
The President and the Governor circle the ring, eyes locked, bodies poised, muscles flexed, the crowd on the edge of its seat. Suddenly, Cairo reaches into his trenchcoat.
Zach Davis: What is The Godfather doing?
Erin Robbins: It looks like he's pulling out... a ball of yarn!
President Catsy's jaw hits the mat and his eyes grow wide. Cairo teases Catsy with the yarn, waving it around in his hand before tossing it onto the mat. Catsy loses all sense of decorum as he dives onto the ball like a docile kitten. Cairo instantly shoots his arms into the air, declaring victory over his foe, drawing a mixed reaction from the WCF Universe.
Zach Davis: Well this is dubious. Cairo's using the old ball of yarn trick to subvert President Catsy.
Erin Robbins: Cairo is the dirtiest player in the game, Zach. He knows all the tools of the trade. Hey! That's not nice! Catsy just flung the ball of yarn right in Cairo's face! He could've put an eye out!
Cairo attempts to protest but before he can Catsy lifts Cairo onto his shoulders and plants The Godfather with an F5.
Zach Davis: Cat's Meow! Catsy just planted Cairo with the Cat's Meow!
Erin Robbins: Cairo is stunned! He just rolled out of the ring to regroup!
Catsy struts about the ring, purring up a storm, while the crowd pops like crazy.
Zach Davis: Who the hell would've thought we would see The Great Catsy get the upper hand on Godfather Cairo!?
Erin Robbins: Cairo is absolutely livid! He cannot believe what just happened! Oh shit he's coming over here!
Cairo throws a tantrum, smashing chairs and cameras and ripping the covering off the announce table. He throws the television monitors toward the ring while Catsy props himself on the turnbuckles and taunts from inside. "Relax" hits the PA once again and the crowd pops as President Catsy stands tall inside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Governor Cairo doesn't like it but Catsy just proved that he's one politician who's "fur real" when it comes to standing his ground!
Erin Robbins: That's a purr-fect description of what we just witnessed, Zach!
Zach and Erin share a laugh, though it's abruptly halted when Cairo climbs onto the announce table and begins pounding on his chest like King Kong.
Zach Davis: Uh, we should probably cut to a commercial break.
Zach Davis: Something is going on in the back.
Erin Robbins: Well then let’s flip to it already!
Natural ICE Beckman and Caliban are seen throwing punches in the back as two security guards try to get them apart!
Zach Davis: These two are facing each other for the Internet Title this week!
Erin Robbins: And they aren’t waiting until Wednesday!
ICE Beckman throws the guard in front of him to the side and is able to tackle Caliban to the ground! A few more security guards run into the picture and pull ICE Beckman off Caliban!
ICE: You little bitch, I am going to destroy you in our match!
Caliban: You haven't got what it takes you stupid drunk !
Zach Davis: These two clearly don’t like one another.
Erin Robbins: Really? Zach, what was your first clue, they’re punches or they're insults?
Caliban is the one who frees himself this time and is able to jump onto a storage box. He then gets major air as he comes crashing down on ICE Beckman and the guards around him! The group of men go spilling onto the hallway floor!
Zach Davis: This is chaos! We need more security!
Erin Robbins: It’s going to take more than those security fools to keep these two wrestlers apart!
Caliban is then the one being dragged away from ICE as both men try to free themselves.
Caliban: I'm gunna kick your goddamn head off so I don't have to waste my time on you on wednesday night!
ICE: You don’t stand a chance against me in single’s competition!
Caliban again frees himself and runs at ICE. ICE frees himself as well, grabs Caliban and throws him against the wall. Caliban then rams a shoulder into ICE’s gut and pushes him into the wall on the other side of the hallway. ICE grabs Caliban and throws him aside as a huge wave of security guards come into the picture and get in between the two wrestlers!!
Zach Davis: Finally I think security has this under control.
Erin Robbins: For now. Come Wednesday these two are likely to kill each other, should be fun to watch.
Slam returns from a promo for Beta Max and BioWalker are already in the ring, whooping it up for their many rabid fans. Meanwhile, Ollie the Magic Bum is making his entrance to the delight of children and weird people in attendance.
Zach Davis: This should be a great match to kick off the 2014 Trios Cup Tournament!
Erin Robbins: BioWalker are a seasoned and accomplished tag team but this is their first time teaming with Ollie. Can they trust the Magic Bum to pull his weight in peanuts in this mouth?
Zach Davis: You mean in this match, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Sorry, yeah. The thought of nuts in my mouth distracted me.
The house lights go down, as red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy begins to play over the loud speakers. The red spotlight comes to a stop at the entrance way, as the tron comes to life showing what appears to be shadows with red and purple eyes, only to turn into shots of Denise and Night Rider. The two of them in matches, and quiet times together. The sound of a horse neighing in the darkness can be heard, as a solid black horse appears with Denise and Night Rider on it's back. The horse rears as flames shoot down either side of the ramp way, and continues in waves as they ride down to the ring, in a light canter. They reach ring side, and Night Rider hops off, and helps Denise down to the floor. The two of them kiss and she hands the reigns to a stage hand waiting. Night Rider gets into the ring, and holds open the ropes for Denise. The two of them stand in the middle of the ring and Denise raises her hands, as lightening hits all four posts sending flames up. She removes the long black trench coat and tosses it in the corner as they wait for their opponent.
Zach Davis: Shadow Demons in the house! They retained their tag belts in a controversial double DQ finish against Team Science at Aftermath, but that's not on their minds right now.
Erin Robbins: No, sir. It's all about the Trios Cup right now and the Shadow Demons are hungry.
"In Time" by Mark Collie hits the PA. The bell tolls twice in the start of the song. When the the first bell starts the lights go out in the arena PAIN, SUFFERING, VIOLENCE appears on the titantron in blood red dripping letters the second bell pyros go off on the stage then fog fills the entrance ramp as red lights fill the arena the music starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance he slowly raises his arms as four individual burst of fire come from each ring post one by one as arena lights slowly turn on.
Zach Davis: Here he is the ever elusive Vengeance, the third member of the Shadows.
Erin Robbins: We don't see Vengeance often but when we do it's like a sweet whisper from God's lips directly to our ears.
Zach Davis: Uh, yeah. Anyway, we can expect to see the Shadows put up a unified front here, but it'll be interesting to see how BioWalker and Ollie get along.
The members of BioWalker and Ollie bump chests and fists and butts before the match, putting up a unified front of their own. Tyler Walker starts for Team BiOllieWalker while Night Rider starts for the Shadows. Referee Mookie Blaylock calls for the bell.
Night Rider shoots in for the lock-up but Walker quickly backs off.
Zach Davis: What's this? The Beast doesn't want to lock up with Rider?
Erin Robbins: No, he's posing, Zach! Look at that man's physique! Dem pecs. Dem lats. Dem delts. The man is an Adonis!
Zach Davis: He's daring Night Rider to flex now.
Erin Robbins: Oof. Rider is a bit more generously proportioned than Tyler. This isn't going to be pretty.
Rider flexes for the crowd but Walker points and laughs at him. Rider has had enough. He charges Walker and levels The Beast with a forearm smash, a standing dropkick and a karate chop to the throat in quick succession.
Zach Davis: Night Rider has had enough of the nonsense and he's getting him some of Tyler Walker.
Erin Robbins: Walker is trying to fight back, but Rider is all over him with that Chicago style brawling.
Zach Davis: What makes it Chicago style, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Night Rider honed his skills on the streets of Chicago, Zach?
Zach Davis: Oh sorry. Had a blonde moment there.
Rider whips Walker into the ropes and levels him with a HUGE clothesline. The crowd pops for that as Walker tries to regroup.
Zach Davis: I think taunting Night Rider was not a great strategy by The Beast.
Erin Robbins: Tyler Walker don't know any other way, Zach. He's kind of like the Honey Badger... minus fighting skills.
Rider tags in Denise. They each grab one of Walker's legs and do the ol' Wishbone spot. Walker yelps in pain while grabbing his junk.
Zach Davis: Good teamwork by the Tag Champs. Denise picking up where Rider left off, punishing Walker with stiff kicks and forearms.
Erin Robbins: She's waiting for him now. Waiting for him to get to his feet. Poised like a bird of prey waiting to strike. Such a pretty, pretty bird of prey.
Zach Davis: Easy on the lezzy stuff, Erin. That's my gimmick.
SPEAR! Denise D'evil crushes Tyler Walker with a Spear. Walker rolls out of the ring and Biohazard leaps over the ropes not even bothering to tag in because Biohazard don't follow no stinkin' rules.
Zach Davis: Here's Biohazard! He's flying like only B-Haz can annnnd- flying leg scissors!
Erin Robbins: Biohazard takes down one half of the reigning Tag Team Champions and that's no small feat!
Walker, the legal man for his team, slides back into the ring and together BioWalker double team Denise because, hey, ladies love BioWalker. Mookie Blaylock threatens to disqualify them but before he can even begin his count Night Rider flies into the ring and shoulder blocks Biohazard out of his boots... literally. Biohazard is now barefoot as he crawls out to the apron.
Zach Davis: The Shadow Demons gave it better than they got it on that double team exchange!
Erin Robbins: They're not done yet. They send Walker into the ropes and- oof! Double dropkick right to the kisser! The Beast ain't gonna be beautiful no more after that shot!
Rider climbs back out to the apron per the ref's instructions. Walker groans, his body writhing in pain on the mat. Denise stalks him again. The Beast gets to his knees.
Zach Davis: Backhand slap! Vicious slap by Denise!
Erin Robbins: You know she's worked some crazy dominatrix gigs in her day, Zach. That slap was on point.
Zach Davis: Roundhouse kick! Roundhouse kick! The Beast is down!
Denise covers Walker for the pin attempt.
Mookie Blaylock: ONE...
Ollie the Magic Bum makes the save this time. Denise scowls at Ollie and the Magic Bum wisely scampers back to his corner.
Zach Davis: Walker's finally back to his feet. Denise with the Irish whip, no- Walker reverses it. Sitout Spinebuster! Walker hits it!
Erin Robbins: Great intuitive ring psychology and instinct there by The Beast but can he make the pin?
Zach Davis: Looks like he's going for the tag instead, he's reaching out to B-Haz, can he get it, no, no, YES!
Biohazard, now miraculously wearing boots again, flies into the ring and stuns Denise with a springboard hurricanrana, NO! Denise catches him and hits a Tiger Bomb! She pins his shoulders with her legs!
Mookie Blaylock: ONE...
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Huge powerbomb by Denise! Great counter by the Death Bringer and she nearly got the pin!
Erin Robbins: This woman has eyes in the back of her eyes, Zach. She saw B-Haz coming and she set him up.
Zach Davis: Have you ever seen B-Haz coming, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Well there was this one time in Tijuana when we were plastered on Jose Cuervo- hey!
Denise tags Vengeance into the match. Vengeance measures Biohazard, waits for him to get up and hits a CRUSHING big boot. Vengeance wastes no time in pulling Biohazard to his feet and hitting a stiff German suplex.
Zach Davis: Biohazard just got dropped on his head by Vengeance!
Erin Robbins: Vengeance is a big, nasty, scary dude.
Zach Davis: Just how you like 'em, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Don't make me use The Force on you, Zach! It's May 4th!
Vengeance isn't finished yet; he sets B-Haz up and absolutely drills him with a DDT. Vengeance, disgusted by the lack of opposition, pulls Biohazard up and shoves him into the BiOllieWalker corner of the ring, daring Walker or Ollie to tag in. Ollie reluctantly makes the tag and gingerly steps through the ropes. Vengeance cuts him off before he can get into the ring and clobbers him with powerful forearms then unloads on Ollie with knife edge chops as the crowd WOO!s along.
Zach Davis: Vengeance has been unleashed and that's not good for Ollie the Magic Bum!
Erin Robbins: Vengeance isn't messing around. He bulls Ollie into the middle of the ring- sidewalk slam. That one hurt. Vengeance shoots off the ropes annnnnd- fist to the heart by Vengeance!
Vengeance cackles with a sick glee as he watches Ollie writhe in agony.
Zach Davis: This is a game for Vengeance. He systematically wears down his opponents before destroying them completely.
Vengeance makes an arrogant cover, his forearm digging into the throat of Ollie as he pins.
Mookie Blaylock: ONE...
TH-NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Walker half-heartedly taunts Vengeance from the apron, but he's still aching from his earlier beating by Denise and Night. Vengeance runs over to Walker and clocks him with a powerful Superkick. Walker does the Flair flop off the apron onto the floor.
Zach Davis: So long, Tyler Walker. Thanks for stopping by!
Erin Robbins: Ollie's back up though!
Ollie surprises Vengeance with a running headbutt to the gut. The big man barely sells it.
Zach Davis: Battering ram attack by the Magic Bum!
Erin Robbins: Split-legged hip toss by Ollie- no, Vengeance blocked it with ease.
Vengeance glares into Ollie's eyes with a look of abject hatred. The big man shakes his head "No."
Zach Davis: Ollie... Ollie done messed up.
Erin Robbins: Yes he did, Zach.
KICK WHAM JACK KNIFE POWER BOMB BY VENGEANCE!
Zach Davis: Vengeance has delivered the Last Rights to Ollie! Is he gonna pin?
Erin Robbins: Nope he's tagging Denise.
Denise ascends the turnbuckles while Rider climbs into the ring and positions himself under her. Rider THROWS Denise into the air before she lands with a HUGE splash onto Ollie the Magic Bum.
Zach Davis: Fall From Grace by the Shadow Demons and the pin should be academic!
Mookie Blaylock: ONE...
B-Haz tries to make the save for his team but he's destroyed by a big boot from Vengeance.
Zach Davis: Well that was a qualified ass whooping by The Shadows. I guess that BioWalker plus Ollie experiment didn't work out after all.
Erin Robbins: I'm sure that BiOllieWalker will be back, but the Shadows are standing tall tonight after a dominant victory and they advance in the Trios Cup!
The Shadows do stand tall in the ring, their arms raised and their music playing as they let the emphatic statement that they just made resonate with the WCF Universe.
Zach Davis: I understand we have something happening backstage.
The camera cuts the backstage delivery area, Chase Michaels can be seen sitting perched on a stack of wooden pallets as he appears to be waiting on someone. All of a sudden Jayden Thunder walks into shot dressed in his ring gear.
Jayden Thunder: So you ready to do this then?
Chase looks over at Jayden and laughs...
Chase Michaels: What you think this is going to be a wrestling match?
Jayden just looks at Chase...
Chase Michaels: Ah this is going to be fun...
Chase jumps down from his perch...
Chase Michaels: Seeing as I'm feeling generous, you can have the first shot...
Chase puts his hands behind his back.
Jayden Thunder: Fine by me...
Jayden swings a hay-maker at Chase catching him square on the jaw and causes Chase to drop to a knee and spit out a mouth full of blood as Jayden watches on laughing as he reveals a set of brass knuckles on his hand.
Jayden Thunder: What you expected a fair fight...
Without a word Chase charges at Jayden attempting a double leg takedown only for Jayden to block and deliver a double axe handle to Chase's back but Chase manages to powers through and takes Jayden down hard with a lifting spinning double leg takedown which drives Jayden hard into the concrete floor. Chase smiles as he spits out another mouthful of blood before he stands on Jayden hands and kicks off the brass knuckles and knocks them away.
Chase Michaels: Not really... Come on get up bitch!
Jayden manages to get up to his feet and the two exchange punches with Jayden getting a slight advantage until Chase takes out Jayden with a front kick right to Jayden's knee before he floors him with a modified superman punch.
Chase Michaels: I thought you were a tough guy? You're nothing but a pussy...
Jayden manages to get back to his feet before he charges at Chase and takes him down with a double leg takedown before diving in with a forearm and follows it up with several stiff punches. After several shots connect Chase manages to block a punch and grabs Jayden in a Guillotine Choke and cranks it in tight but Jayden fights out of it only for Chase to manage to get out and slaps Jayden on the back of the head.
Chase Michaels: Come on Lightening Shitter... I was expecting a fight...
Jayden gets back to his feet and charges at Chase attempt to punch him but Chase sees it coming and blocks it and catches Jayden with a left hook to the jaw before grabbing Jayden in a front headlock and nailing him with some knee strikes for good measure before suplexing him over with a front headlock suplex.
Chase Michaels: Wow I bet that hurt didn't it...
Jayden doesn't answer but gets to back to feet holding his back as he does. Jayden charges at Chase again this time Chase catches him with a Rude Awakening superkick right to his jaw..
Chase Michaels: That was too damn easy...
Chase starts to walk away until he notices Jayden tries to get back to all fours. Chase charges at him stopping just short of nailing him with the Grand Final and smirks before pushing Jayden back down with the sole of his boot.
Chase Michaels: You see I'm not the only one you've pissed off... So I'm going to leave just enough so you can crawl your way out to ring and get your arse beat in front of everyone...
Chase walks away again as the camera pans down for a close up of Jayden who is barely conscience. Jayden eventually manages to get back to his hands and knees until out of no where Chase comes back and drives Jayden face first with a jumping pushing stomp to the back of the head which drives Jayden face first hard into the concrete.
Chase Michaels: Next time don't mess with a Lone Wolf bitch...
Chase spits in Jayden direction...
Chase Michaels: Okay now I'm done...
Chase starts to laugh sinisterly as he walks away as the camera pans back down to see Jayden laying out cold face first on the concrete.
Zach Davis: Well what a show we’ve had so far tonight, the Trios Cup is well and truly underway…
Erin Robbins: I love this time of year…
Suddenly the titantron flickers into life to the inside of what appears to be a large mansion, the room shown has a large dark mahogany table in the centre of it, decorated with top quality expensive silverware. The floor is covered with a vibrant red high quality thick carpet and hanging on the walls are many pictures with golden frames. Suddenly the large mahogany door leading into the room opens and in walks an elderly man who looks to be in his late eighties with slicked back short silver hair, he is dressed in a pair of black circular framed glasses, a black suit, a white shirt, a black dickey bow tie and a pair of black polished leather shoes. He walks over to the first picture seen on the wall which displays Sir Winston Churchill.
Elderly Man: Sir Winston Churchill…the Prime Minister of Great Britain during World War II. Historically ranked the greatest British Prime Minister of all time…
He walks a little further to the next picture that depicts William Shakespeare.
Elderly Man: William Shakespeare…the poet and playwright. Thought of by many as the greatest of all English writers…
He continues further and reaches the third picture that shows Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson.
Elderly Man: Vice-Admiral Horatio Nelson…the naval commander. Famous for his service in the Royal Navy, particularly during the Napoleonic Wars…
Again the man continues to a fourth picture that shows Oliver Cromwell.
Elderly Man: Oliver Cromwell…the military and political leader. The first Lord Protector of the Commonwealth of England, Scotland and Ireland. Commander of the New Model Army during the English Civil War against King Charles I…
The man walks over to a fifth picture displaying a man with short dark brown hair and a full beard and moustache sitting in an armchair made from a dark mahogany frame and red velvet cushions. He is dressed in a black suit sported by a red rose, a black shirt and a pair of black polished leather shoes, in one hand a Calabash mahogany pipe and in the other a small china cup that is possibly filled with tea. The man smiles slightly looking at the picture before turning towards the camera.
Elderly Man: All of those four men are great men, and they are the epitome of what makes Britain so great, just like this fifth man you see before you. Like the four men you saw before him, this man is the best Britain has to offer today, and you…the WCF Galaxy will soon see just how great this man truly is. WCF, I hope you are ready, for the best of Britain is coming…
The man smiles before walking off camera view as the camera slowly zooms into the picture of the unknown man who is apparently coming to the WCF soon as the video cuts off.
Zach Davis: What the Hell was that all about?
Erin Robbins: Your guess is as good as mine Zach, but let’s continue with tonight’s show…
As we come back to the show, Alicia Ikizi and Peter Quinn are already in the ring.
"Cradle to the Grave" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with the hood of his hoodie up. Chase stands at the top of the ramp before he slowly makes his way down the ramp before he 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.
All of a sudden, Terry Roberts is in the ring.
Zach Davis: What an entrance!
And all of a sudden.. Torture is in the ring too!
Erin Robbins: What is WITH these guys? Can our Television Champion actually make an entrance please?
"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: One of the more bizarre teams here, with Roberts', Gable's, and Torture's histories with each other... here we go!
Without speaking, Gable rushes Chase, Clotheslining him down. Torture and Synn get on the apron. Gable stomps at Chase before lifting him up. Chase fights back and throws a forearm at Gable before hitting a Snap Suplex.
Erin Robbins: Oof. What a Suplex. Chase is the king.
Chase lifts Gable up after a few kicks. Gable goes to fight back by kicking him but Chase grabs his foot, pulls him in..
Zach Davis: Capture Suplex!
Chase goes for the pin.
No!, Gable kicks out.
Erin Robbins: If Gable is pinned, he loses the Television Championship. I think. It was announced that way but it stands to reason, right?
Chase stomps Gable a few times before lifting him up into the Vertical Suplex position, going for a Brainbuster. Gable slips behind Chase, however, and shoves him forward. Chase ducks a strike attempt from Gable and grabs Gable from behind..
Zach Davis: Dragon Suplex into a pin!
NO!, Gable kicks out again.
Erin Robbins: It seems like Chase Michaels may have the Television Champion's number!
Chase lifts Gable up, grinning... he locks in the Crossface Chickening!
Crowd: GOBBLE! GOBBLE! GOBBLE!
Zach Davis: Shades of John Gobble!
Gobble, er, Gable, knows the move well, and he's able to escape it. As he does he dives and tags in Torture.
Erin Robbins: BOO! HISS!
The crowd cheers as Torture hits the ring! From the apron, Ikizi is asking for a tag, and Chase obliges.
Zach Davis: Looks like this young rookie wants a shot at the legendary Torture.
Erin Robbins: What is she thinking?
She gets into the ring and Torture simply shakes his head.
Zach Davis: Torture spent his entire career burying rookies like this girl. But maybe what they're saying is right. Maybe Torture is truly past his prime.
She runs at Torture, and he sidesteps her. He then takes her down with a Standing Dropkick. She gets back up but she's dazed, Torture is behind her....
Erin Robbins: TORTURE'S DEVICE! HE HITS IT!
Torture gets back up and shakes his head. He willingly tags in Terry Roberts.
Zach Davis: Why the tag? It could've been over!
Erin Robbins: Too easy, Zach. Too easy.
Synn eyes up Iziki. Unlike Torture, he's ready to end this match. He lifts her up...
Zach Davis: There's the Jackhammer suplex position.. and there it is.
Erin Robbins: TAP, SNAP, OR NAP! TSN!
Iziki is forced... to tap.
Erin Robbins: Team Gable advances!
Zach Davis: Team Gable? He didn't even do anything....
The bell sounds as Synn's music hits. Gable simply grabs his Television Championship and leaves as Torture goes to shake Synn's hand. Synn doesn't reciprocate, however, and simply leaves as well. Torture shakes his head. Crawl by Kings of Leon hits instead and Torture celebrates and plays to the crowd, making 'em happy.
Erin Robbins: Easy first round match for this team, Zach. I doubt they'll have as much luck in the second round.
Zach Davis: That's for sure. Can Gable step up? Can Torture and Synn work out their differences?
We open on Caliban standing in front of a Sequitus backdrop, his lip is bust and his cheek is swollen but that doesn't seem to be bothering him, his entire body language is basically reading that of a high volume scream only the most horrible death metal vocalist can achieve and unleash on unwitting ears vocally.
Caliban: Tonight was gunna be a respectful bout, something good Sequitus can be thought of as being a part of, we were trying not to really talk shit, well I was, but Ice, Ice you just went and put me in a real bad mood and you know that never bodes well for anyone so here it is plain and simple, tonight I'm gunna clear my head and I am gunna go do my work and advance in this tournament and I'm not gunna sweat obi and my mind won't even stray to you Ice, that's tonight. But once tonight is over Ice, win lose or draw it won't matter because I know you will be standing ahead of me. Scout me tonight Ice, watch what I am going to do when I don't really wanna hurt anyone I'm facing, watch what happens when I bite at ankles and imagine what it will be like for you, you piece of shit stuck on the bottom of the pabst blue label can of life, when I am facing someone I wanna hurt.
He laughs rubbing his hands together in anticipation and a foul temper
Caliban: Ice on Wednesday night I am coming for that internet title, I am coming to show the world how good I am but first Ice, first and foremost... I'm coming for your throat!
The Godfather is walking around backstage, huffing and puffing, angry as a mofo about the humiliation that he suffered against President Catsy.
Bobby Cairo: A fuckin robot cat F5's The Godfather in Paris, France? Uh-uh. No way. That shit's re-dick-a-less. We're settin this shit straight once we get back on American soil, Bobby Cairo's America. Virgin poon so pure as the driven snow, hamburgers the size of car batteries, death metal music played the right way!
Zach Davis: Looks like Cairo isn't enjoying his French experience.
Erin Robbins: President Catsy made a fool out of him, Zach. Cairo is a proud man and this isn't going to sit well with him-
Cairo is blindsided by a madman in a Ninja Turtle suit.
Zach Davis: Diablo Calzone! D-LO C-LO just ambushed his former mentor with a flying butt splash!
Erin Robbins: Jam Willy Jesus H. Christ, the last time we saw these two together The Thickness put D-LO out of action for months after betraying him with a heinous beatdown! I guess D-LO's getting his revenge!
Calzone puts the boots to The Godfather and then he pulls a switchblade out of his boot.
Zach Davis: No! No! Don't do it, Calzone!
Erin Robbins: Security! We need security backstage! Goddamn it, stop flirting with those French whores, we need security backstage!
D-LO lets out a crazy yell and then jabs the knife into Cairo's back. Cairo does a Wilhelm Scream before slumping to the ground, blood oozing from his wound, the red of his plasma meshing with the black of his jacket, staining it. Finally a security force swarms D-LO and drags him away kicking and screaming.
Diablo Calzone: What? I didn't do anything! It wasn't me! The Lerchuminati did it! Demons! Demons walk among us!
Medics feverishly attend to the fallen Godfather, suturing his wound and transferring him onto a gurney.
Bobby Cairo: Fuckin D-LO C-LO boudle mother fucka.
Cairo passes out from the blood loss as he's stretchered away. The camera focuses on a close-up of the switchblade, which had been dropped during D-LO's scuffle with security.
Zach Davis: I have... no words.
Erin Robbins: This is extremely distressing footage that we've just witnessed. Vic, can we cut to a promo for Hot Fries, please?
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen our next match in the first round of the 2014 WCF Trios tournament is!
‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Robinson struts out onto the stage with her People's Championship draped over her shoulder followed by Tayla Williams. The two stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Zach Davis: All personal pain aside her she comes smiling as always!
Kyle Steel: Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…being accompanied by Tayla Williams...from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds...the WCF People's Champion! Stacy…Robinson!
Erin Robbins: We will see how long that holds up
The two women reach the ring and roll under the bottom rope, Stacy then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her left hand whilst holding her title above her head in her right hand. She then hands her title to Williams before unzipping her jacket, taking it off and handing that to the her as well as ‘I Will Not Break’ fades out.
Kyle Steel: And her Partner!
"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.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring! Marina Valdivia!
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.
Erin Robbins: Big opportunity for this girl
Zach Davis: She looks focused,
Kyle Steel: AND THEIR PARTNER!
Zach Davis: It's about to get really loud in here!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: making his way to the ring, hailing from Griffen Georgia, this is DOC HENRY!
Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents!
An orchestral roll sounds through the arena, the drums of war roll and then a gunshot kills the sensation and a hip hop instrumental plays through the arena as the crowd halfpops and half boos, Brent Alpine, Caliban and Cormack MacNeil walk out onto the stage Caliban looks at either man and then they all turn their attention towards the ring, Caliban squats down and shows his knuckles to the camera, so the audience can clearly see the "here goes" Tattooed there. Sinnesy walks out last standing behind the 2 larger members before handing Caliban the mike, at this point Steel knows better
Caliban: Ladies and Gentlemen I would like to take the time to introduce to you, the most IMPORTANT Trio in this company, the three guys who aren't exactly the mount rushmore of WCF but we will be remembered more than anyone who is on that list, now making their way to the ring
He spins round and smacks Alpine on the Chest
Caliban: This is the realest son of a bitch in the WCF today, the man who beat death, this is THE VINE! BRENT ALPINE! Introducing next
He turns to cormack and again smacks him on the chest
Caliban: We have the man mountain, mountain man himself! THE NOVA SCOTIAN NIGHTMARE! CORMACK MACNEIL! And finally
He turns back to the ring only to be spun back around and smacked on the chest by both Cormack and Brent almost knocking him off his feet
Caliban (barely able to speak): My name is Caliban! and we are the next step in wrestling and the foreshadowing of change, WE ARE SEQUITUS!
Sinney takes the mike back and they all approach the ring sliding in at the same time, Caliban perches on the far turnbuckle destined to be theirs and Cormack and Alpine stretch out in the ropes, Caliban requests the mike back
Caliban: Before we start I just wanna make this clear, the 3 of you decided to play by our rules tonight, one man out one woman in, feet hit the floor another competitor can decide to enter the ring as legal participant, other than that it's just another day at the office, we good?
Erin Robbins: Folks this match will be Lucha Libre rules, Caliban requested this of all participants and received permission from the higher ups, this will be a real Lucha Libre trios match up
Zach Davis: This is going to get a lot crazy very fast
Cali looks around at the other 6 people in the ring who all nod and he jumps off the ropes, the crowd applaudes as the groups glare at each other and then back up to their corners, Caliban loses the game and has to start while Stacy simply asks her opponents for permission, they square up and circle, looking for an opening or preparing their first move, then Caliban decides to stand up with his hands on his hips looking at Stacy with a frown of consideration. He looks at his hand and then back to Stacy before walking forward extending it
Zach Davis: Really? What is he doing? These 2 had a barn burner a month or so ago, is Caliban attempting to show some respect here?
Erin Robbins: Who knows, the question is will she take it?
Stacy stays in the crouched position regarding her opponent, she then spin kicks the hand so hard caliban spins 360 and both go right into a lock up from there, Caliban muscles her off into the ropes and attempts a boot on the way back, Stacy rolls through and then handsprings back into a headscissors taking Caliban down into an armbar from which he hastily escapes, he kips up and tries a kick as Stacy sits up only for her to lay right back down and then dip right up into a kick underneath the jaw from a laying down position
Erin Robbins: HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Caliban literally scrambling out of the ring holding his jaw
As Stacy poses for the crowd Cormack enters the ring, not being stupidly prideful she steps back and tags in Doc, Doc smiles wide and Cormack returns it as the 2 men go toe to toe
Erin Robbins: Jesus Christ look at this perfect storm
The 2 men then decide to take turns, Cormack delivers massive open handed slap to Docs chest, Doc returns in kind with a chop and points at the ropes telling Cormack to hit him
Zach Davis: Doc holds the height advantage here but there is at least 20 pounds between him and Cormack, this could be a mistake!
Erin Robbins: HE BARELY MOVED!
Doc stood headstrong against the oncoming smash which barely seemed to rock him, Cormack beckons at him to have a go and he does with almost the exact same result except Doc's own momentum knocking him back into the ropes, he falls through and catches himself, Cormack goes to follow him in but Doc is waiting and shifts the weight sending the big man tumbling to the outside!
Zach Davis: Brent's in the ring
Erin Robbins: Doc completely ignores him and slingshots out onto Cormack on the outside! That fight may go on for the rest of the night!
Marina springs into the ring as Brent attempts to rush her corner, she catches him an attempted hurricanrana but the fresh Vine powers through and lifts her back up looking for a buckle bomb, she pops over the top of his head to the mat as Alpine goes face first into the turnbuckle, the camera switches quickly to the outside with doc slamming Cormack into the ring apron and then into the crowd barrier, he pulls him away from the corner and then headbutts the big Canadian, Stacy jumps off the apron and runs round, the 2 prepare to double whip Cormack
Erin Robbins: Incoming Caliban!
Caliban runs along the apron and leaps just as Stacy and Doc send Cormack into the ring steps blasting them hard with a clang and sending the top half flying up the entrance aisle, Caliban at the same time dove over the top of Cormacks head with a somersault plancha from the apron onto Doc and Stacy on the floor
Zach Davis: Everyone on the floor is out! Marina has Brent on the mat in a headlock in the ring!
The shot goes back to the center of the ring and Brent is just starting to find his feet with Valdivia wrapped around his neck, he hauls her all the way up into a side slam position and drives her into the turnbuckles spinning round into a sit out side slam
Erin Robbins: PIN!
The ref takes a second due to surveying the laid out partners on the floor before spinning round in surprise
Zach Davis: The ref may of cost Sequitus a victory there!
Erin Robbins: I'd of blamed Caliban for that lets be fair
All 6 combatants are down in their various locations, the four on the outside fight back to their feet and the ref orders them back to their corners as Brent and Marina find their feet in the center of the ring, Marina strikes first with a fist to the side of Vine's head, Brent comes back with a forearm flurry and goes for a discuss only for Marina to spinning thrust kick him in the chest Knocking him back and doubling over so she can hit a Tornado DDT spinning off the centre rope and whipping Vine down and face first into the mat spiking him there. Marina tries to cover him but Brent uses the torque from the DDT to roll himself out of the ring bringing in Caliban with a jumping high knee and then a couple of hard backhanded chops, he goes for a mongolian chop but she blocks it and delivers one herself.
Erin Robbins: Both opponents looking angry, everyone is hurting already and we haven't been in this one that long
They collide in a lock up, Caliban moves behind Marina in a waist lock but she quickly reverses in kind throwing a german suplex, Caliban lands on his feet but Marina kicks through her bridge and rolls back wrapping her legs round his head
Zach Davis: He comes Stacy!
Erin Robbins: BOOM! Straight superkick to the mush,
Alpine springboards in with a dropkick to the 2 girls sending them both out of the ring, Doc comes in with a running soccerball kick as Brent gets up on his knees and then a huge roar casts a spell over the arena
Erin Robbins: Look at Cormack!
Zach Davis: Cormack on the top rope! Twisting shoulder tackle from a 265 pound man!
Doc gets hit hard with the body block sending him flying and he decides to slide out and regroup with his team mates
Zach Davis: And Sequitus own the ring!
The crowd pops as the 3 men let their ego get the best of them and turn their backs on their opponents to pose on the ropes, as per usual this proves to be a mistake as their opponents rush the ring and dump them unceremoniously to the floor
Erin Robbins: Didn't last long though
The 6 competitors are eye to eye, the trio in the ring blocking attempts to rush from the opposing trio on the floor, Doc looks at Caliban and smiles
Caliban: So you wanna play defence then do yah Doc!?
Henry simply motions for Caliban to try and get in while smiling and nodding with a look of intent on his face, Sequitus spread out each taking a side, Caliban yells out some instructions and the trio start grabbing debris from the crowd, beers, water bottles and whatever other semi hard trash laying around and start tossing it in the the ring trying to find an opening but not get DQ'd, this goes on for a couple of minutes with Sequitus sliding into the ring only to break the 10 count before narrowly avoiding kicks from their opponents. In the end Caliban and Brent point to each other and toss an empty beer can each hitting stacy and Marina in their respective chest at the exact same time eliciting a small pop from the crowd, as Caliban and Vine are distracted by replacing them Marina and Stacy run the ropes and deliver stereo tope suicidas to the Sequitus members on opposing sides of the ring, Doc sees this too late to participate and turns his attention back to Cormack who is standing on the apron beckoning the wily vet to come get him
Erin Robbins: Why are Doc and Cormack so intent on hitting each other tonight!?
Zach Davis: I believe the scientific term is Big man Syndrome Erin
Doc Rushes Cormack to try and knock him off the apron but the long reach of the Nova Scotian stops him dead in his tracks thanks to a closed fist on the end, Doc takes the blow well and comes back with his own and the 2 end up in a back and forth battle egged on by the audience. On the last shot Cormack gets hot shotted off the ring apron to the floor as Doc turns round to find he and Marina are in the ring with Stacy pulling Brent in with her, doc stops her and hangs him up in the ropes
Zach Davis: The ref is trying to get order and is checking on Cormack outside the ring, Doc picking his moments well here
Doc hits the Snake Eyes, then gets in his Brent's face yelling "I just rolled Snake Eyes Bitch", then bitch slaps him and hits it again causing him to come untangled.
Erin Robbins: It doesn't matter how many times I see it that move is always entertaining!
Brent is plucked out of the ropes, Doc then picks him up and pulls him into the sit out pile driver position, Stacy moves round in front and Doc puts him in the tombstone position in Stacy arms
Zach Davis: Ever that southern gentlemen, hold on what are they doing!
Erin Robbins: Doc just elevated Marina about 8 foot into the air all the way over his head into a tandem tombstone piledriver!
Zach Davis: That has to be it
Crowd: That was awesome!
The ref quickly reacts to what is happening
Erin Robbins: Caliban's on the apron!
Zach Davis: Caliban with a springboard 450 into the ring breaking it up before 3!
The crowds chant continues changing to "THIS IS AWESOME"
Zach Davis: Caliban took out Stacy and Marina with that!
Caliban and Doc are left alone in the ring as everyone else gets out of dodge, Doc walks forward to Caliban who is on his knees panicking because he wasn't able to pin either recipients of the 450, he looks up at Doc who is standing in front of him looking down, hands on hips
Erin Robbins: What now?
Doc completely in the heat of battle takes caliban by the hand pulls him up to his feet before stepping back and calling for a lock up right in the middle of the insanity, they do and doc switches behind and goes into an O'Connor roll, Caliban shoves Doc forward into the ropes and dipping up
Zach Davis/Crowd: MURDERED YOU... superkick from Caliban!
Erin Robbins: Cormack back in the ring helping Brent in with him trying to bring him round, they get their wits back and Haul Doc up by the arms, Caliban chops him then slaps him across the face before Cormack and Brent slowly lift him up, Caliban makes his way over to the corner and turns to face the man swinging like a pendulum between the 2 largest members of Sequitus, Caliban cups his hands round his mouth
Caliban (Yelling): SEE YOU ON THE WAY BACK DOWN!
He runs across the ring grabbing Docs feet going all the way through and round into a massive pendulum powerbomb.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Exactly as the crowd said they nearly threw him out of the ring!
Erin Robbins: Yeah and he got lucky he bounced out under the bottom rope on the recoil too, Cormack and Brent go out of the ring with the ref to try and get Doc back in and make sure he is conscious, Marina appears backing the Sequitus guys off and Stacy enters the ring to face off with Caliban.. Here we go again!
Stacy runs at Caliban who leap frogs over her then spins round down onto his chest so she can step over.
Erin Robbins: STACY WITH A FLIP DIVE ONTO EVERYONE ON THE OUTSIDE!
Zach Davis: She even took out the ref! And Caliban's alone in the ring
He looks around for a second and claps stomping his feet trying to get the crowd into it, as he takes off for the ropes behind him on the ramp a dark figure is running for the back
Erin Robbins: Zach who is that?
Zach Davis: Oh my god it's oblivion!
Caliban catches sight of him and reacts quickly turning again running back at the ramp diving out as the big man reaches the bottom
Erin Robbins: Suicide dive!
Zach (in monotone disbelief): Holy crap Obi caught him
Oblivion in an amazing show of power shifts his feet and catches Caliban in a firemans carry
Erin Robbins: Everyone and the referee is down over here on the floor! Caliban's in trouble
Oblivion swings him around nailing his head off a ring post before he looks down and sees the ring steps
Erin Robbins: Aww no, Obi's got a plan!
Oblivion stands up on the bottom half of the ring steps busted in 2 early in the match and then pulls him round into a tombstone position holding his arms out and pointing his thumbs down
Zach Davis: No! No, don't do that!
Erin Robbins: TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER ON THE STEPS!
It's pure carnage everywhere, the referee manages to get back in the ring as Oblivion backs up the ramp so the ref won't see him at the side in the shadows
Zach Davis: So Doc is just coming round, everyone else is trying to find their feet, Stacy nailed her ankle off our table on that dive and Caliban... well
Erin Robbins: Caliban is dead ladies and gentlemen.
Cormack manages to get back to his feet and rolls Stacy into the ring looking around with no idea what has happened, and then he see's his comrade laying on the steps and the floor, he goes to check on him then turns right round into
Zach Davis: STACY KICK!
She runs the ropes and spins herself round his body into the final penance facing the ramp
Zach Davis: She has it locked in tight!
Oblivion walks a little bit further into the light and Cormack realises what happened to Caliban, he starts to breath heavily, his entire face goes red and then Cormack stands up straight with a tremendous roar breaking Stacy's hold in the most Painful way possible, he hits the ropes as she staggers back up confused and shocked and he meets her with a violent hangover kick straight from the bottom of a Jack Daniels barrel
Erin Robbins: HOLY CRAP!
He drops down into a pin
Zach Davis: the refs in position!
Erin Robbins: She aint getting up from that
Zach Davis: Nope and Cormack has not taken his eyes of Obi
Cormack gets up walking to the ropes pointing at Oblivion swearing explicitly
Zach Davis: It's over! Through hellfire Sequitus survive to fight another day!
Erin Robbins: We need a lot of help out here!
Zach Davis: Right now! But a well deserved victory to Cormack Macneil, Caliban and Brent Alpine advancing to the next round of the WCF Trio's Tournament
"Won't Back Down" blares on the PA and the audience goes crazy.
Zach Davis: Well ladies and gentlemen, here he is...The One, The Only, The Future, Jeff Purse.
Erin Robbins: Back after being put out of commission for several months after his brutal match with Jack Happy.
Zach Davis: And the fans couldn't be happier.
Jeff appears at the top of the stage, the crowd cheering. He stands there soaking it all in. Finally, he starts to make his way down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Reminiscent of when Purse returned to the ring after being hit by a car.
Erin Robbins: That was almost a year ago wasn't it?
Zach Davis: It was. He has not had the best year when it came to injuries.
Jeff, now in the ring, is looking around at the cheering fans. He takes his time walking over to grab a microphone. When he does that he gets out of the ring and straightens the ring announcers tie, then rearranges the time keepers table. He goes to get back in the ring, then turns around and switches the position of the bell and the hammer. He goes to get back in the ring, turns back and puts them back they way they were originally. Finally, he puts the mic down on the apron and begins moving things around on the table.
Erin Robbins: Geez. This guy is still not fit to compete.
Zach Davis: I think he made the table look better.
Erin Robbins: Stop sucking up.
Jeff, happy with the way the table looks, rolls in the ring and grabs the mic. He stands center in the ring. The music dies down, but Jeff doesn't talk yet. The crowd is blowing up still. Finally, after a minute, he raises the mic to his lips.
Jeff Purse: I thought it would be nice to return in a place like Paris France.
The crowd pops for their city.
Jeff Purse: I went and saw the Eiffel Tower. That thing is huge. I went to the top and got lightheaded looking over the top. I went and visited the Arc. Its a nice Arc. Very symmetrical. I saw the Louvre. That was beautiful. And everywhere I went, I got asked one question. No, it wasn't 'Hey Jeff, where have you been for the past couple of months?" Or "Hey Jeff what do you think about the recent talent that has signed with WCF?"
Zach Davis: I wonder what the question was.
Erin Robbins: Sometimes, you annoy the piss out of me.
Jeff Purse: Well I figure I should answer those questions anyway. Last year, I was struck by a vehicle. It put me out for five months initially, and on and off throughout the year. I was never one hundred percent cleared to compete after that. That whole year, I was at about 70 or so percent. And it unfortunately showed. I missed some of the greatest moments in the WCF last year. War, for example. Everyone out there knows, that if I was a part of the War match last year, that would have been another War win for Jeff Purse.
The crowd pops.
Jeff Purse: But I couldn't be here for that. Because of my neck. I have been having neck troubles ever since I was run down by that red haired BITCH Sarah Twilight. Well, look who had the last laugh there. I embarrassed her all over thirteen. But again, I had to have another surgery because of that match. And finally, when taking on that dick Jack Happy, I suffered a severe injury that almost ended my career. But the doctors fixed me up, and now, I am at 100 percent, for the first time in a long time. Jeff Purse is back.
Now, to answer the other question, what do I think of the recent talent in the WCF? They are like any new talent that comes into the squared circle. They think they have what it takes to hang. They think they are the shit. They think they can do no wrong. Then they get beat down time and time again. But they don't stop talking trash. They don't stop thinking they can beat the top of the tower. They think that they have what it takes to really hang here in the WCF. Well I have news for them, if that is their outlook, they can get the fuck out right now.
The crowd pops again.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse sort of calling the new talent out.
Erin Robbins: Well, I do have to agree with him there.
Jeff Purse: There is so many people in that locker room back there who deserve everything they have in this company. Because they started at the bottom, and they knew they had to prove themselves. Did I come in here talking about how I was going to beat everyone ever? No, I stepped up to the plate. I made challenges to prove how good I was. I destroyed people like Gravedigger, and Oblivion, and FPV, and Johnny Reb. I forged my own path to the WCF title. And thats when my career got off the track.
So did I cry when I lost? No. I learned from it and made myself better. So I am standing here, in the middle of the ring, saying step up new blood. I am issuing to all of you an open challenge. No matter who, if you want a shot, a chance to have your name be on the upper card for the first time in your life, come and try me. Because I promise I will knock the shit out of every single one of you out there.
Because Jeff Purse is back. Believe that. And I don't mean Jeff Purse the guy who was unreliable and always getting injured is back. I mean the first incarnation of Jeff Purse. The one who kicks ass no matter who it is. The one who rises to every occasion. The one who Polar Phantasm said had more heart than any mother fucker in this place. I am back and I am looking, searching, YEARNING for a way to become the WCF Champion once again.
Erin Robbins: This crowd doesn't understand him. They just see a pretty boy standing in the ring and they cheer.
Zach Davis: Its required for them to learn English.
Erin Robbins: Shut up Zach.
Jeff Purse: So what is the question that I get asked several times a day? "Jeff, are you going to rejoin Pantheon."
The crowd pops at the mention of the wrestling stable.
Jeff Purse: I have been thinking long and hard about that. I even drove 26 hours round trip, the one thousand, six hundred and ninety eight miles both ways, to the Pantheon. The actual structure. I sat there, staring at that amazing piece of architecture. I thought about everything. I thought about how much Pantheon did for me. How much it did for my career. How close all of us were.
And then I started thinking about how it ended. How Jonny Fly got a little to big for his own fucking shorts. He wouldn't sit and listen to anybody. He was on top of the world. And he treated me like shit. He crapped all over me. And so did Jay Price and Corey Black. They constructed statues of themselves, they tried to and successfully created a rift within the team itself. Jonny Fly brought about the downfall of the group. He came back, and instead of trying to make amends, he was a fucking dick. And now-
But at that moment Jeff is cut off as Pantheon's music hits, and out come the crew. Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit, Jayson Price, and Corey Black. The walk to the ring and get in, Jonny Fly grabs a microphone. But Corey takes it from him.
Corey Black: What the hell Jeff we were cool in Cryogenix.
Jeff Purse: I know. I hadn't gotten that far since I was interrupted.
Jonny Fly: Jeff, I am not going to try and make excuses for the way I acted. I was a jerk. But here is the long and short of it. You have to rejoin. Thats the only way this group works to its full potential. Let me show you that things are different.
Jayson Price: yeah, and plus that other dude was my clone. I am way cooler than him. You should just rejoin us, because we are awesome bro.
Steve Orbit: Yeah man, you know you my homie playa. So stop that crazy talk, and lets go party in the locker room, you dig.
Corey Black: I am just going to say what I always say. Jeff, don't be a little bitch about this. We want you back.
Jonny Fly: Yeah Purse. We have no moral compass without you. Otherwise its just Fly and Orbit getting all the hoes, Corey Black dropping the hammer on all the Jobbers, and Price jerking off all the time. We need you man.
Jeff stares at Fly for a moment. Its pretty unclear what he is going to do. He could shake his hand or kick him in the jaw. Point is, there is tension.
Jeff Purse: I went to the Pantheon, because I thought that would help me make a decision. I have been going back and forth on this ever since I got Corey's call months ago. And Jonny...
Jeff gets closer, staring Jonny down. Fly doesn't move though, trying to show Jeff respect.
Jeff Purse: I still...really just don't know.
Jeff drops the mic and rolls out of the ring, leaving the rest of the members of Pantheon.
Zach Davis: Well, I wonder what he will do, and when we will know.
Erin Robbins: Whats been happening? I dozed off. This is why I don't watch Soap Opera's. Too much drama. Lets get back to the fighting and the violence America loves so much.
We see Bryan Worthy in his WCF blazer standing in front of a green screened image of the "What's the Buzz?" logo
Bryan Worthy: Cormack MacNeill has been part of the roster for nearly six months now. His powerhouse style of wrestling and no nonsense demeanor has won him many fans in the WCF Universe. Earlier this week we sat down with Cormack in studio to discuss his time in the Wrestling Championship Federation.
There's a scene shift, and now its Buzz sitting opposite a casually dressed Cormack on set.
Bryan Worthy: You've been part of WCF for a while now. How would you describe your time here so far?
Cormack MacNeill: Enlightening. I mean, you can see these guys on TV and think 'Man, I could do that!', but as you well know Bryan stepping into the ring with the best wrestlers in the world is a whole different ballgame. I've been tested to the limit over and over again, and it's made me stronger. Only the best to come.
Bryan Worthy: You helped found the stable Sequitus because you believed that newer wrestlers were being denied opportunities by more established stars. Do you feel the group has made any headway towards improving this situation, or WCF as a whole?
Cormack MacNeill: I think the word is getting out. We've got newcomers like Sequitas and Zenith making waves, got newcomers like Ice Beckman and Stacy Robinson holding titles. But our work is far from over. You've got Pantheon and S-Pac playing grab-ass with the World Title, passing it around like a joint at a rock concert. For the first time, the World Title scene isn't the most exciting thing happening in WCF. It's stale, matches we've all seen again and again. Hell, I'm more interested in watching the Television title scene lately...all these new faces. Folks coming in in and earning their shots, not feeling entitled to them. Like I said, still lots of work to do.
Bryan Worthy: Some in the wrestling media have labelled you the 'boring' member of Sequitus. That compared to the more, uhm, dramatic personas of your stable mates Brent Alpine and Caliban, you are easy to overlook. Do you think that's a fair assessment?
Cormack MacNeill: I guess talking has never been my style Bryan. I make my living with my fists, not my words. Alpine and Caliban do what they do the best way they can, and so do I. They have a way with words, I don't. I leave everything I have in the ring every night. And the fans appreciate it. My Sequitas stablemates appreciate it. Clearly the media does not. Those of you in the media who think Cormack MacNeill is boring are always welcome to join me in the ring. You will have an awful lot of emotions when you look across the ring at me. But I guarantee bored won't be one of them.
Bryan Worthy: Earlier this year you had issues with Doctor Remus Micayle and Mark Dillinger over disparaging comments the former made about your home nation Canada. Those hostilities have scaled back recently. Is your business with Team Science over, or do you see the feud continuing?
Cormack MacNeill: They are far from over. Micayle and his pet monkey will have to answer for what they've said and what they've done, both to me and to the other WCF wrestlers they have attacked. Make no mistake on that. But right now my priority has to be the Trilogy Cup, and seeing Sequitas to its rightful place on top.
Bryan Worthy: Speaking of the Trilogy Cup... Handicap the tournament for us. How do you feel about your own team's chances? Who in the contest would you like to face?
Cormack MacNeill: A lot of great teams in the tournament, a lot of first time teams in it as well, including Sequitas. If I was a betting man Bryan, I'd put my money on Sequitas vs Pantheon in the final match. There's no way the powers that be will let their rotating roster of hall-of-famers and has-beens fall out of the tournament. And no matter what they throw at us, and rest assured they will throw everything they can in our way, we will prevail, and we will defeat Pantheon. And then we will drive a wedge into the glass ceiling, and let all the up and comers get a look at the top.
The interview ends, and we're back to Buzz in front of the digitized "What's the Buzz?" sign.
Bryan Worthy: WCF newcomer Colin Marshall may have pulled off the upset of 2014, when he successfully pinned highly decorated veteran Terry Roberts in his debut match. This impressive high flier took time out from his busy schedule to meet with us and fill us in on his past, present, and future.
Colin Marshall: I was always a huge fan growing up. My friend Patrick and I would go to all these great independent shows around Texas. The guys at these shows weren't always the biggest and baddest guys, but they had fun doing what they loved to do. I envied that. So I worked hard each and every day trying to make something of my life doing something that I loved.
Bryan Worthy: You are a recent addition to the WCF Universe, having only joined the roster a month ago. Where did you compete prior to coming here?
Colin Marshall: I competed all across Texas, Bryan, from All Star Texas Wrestling, NWA, to PCW, just to name a few. I even competed at a house show for twenty dollars. I just love wrestling! Now I'm doing it for thousands of people every sunday!
Bryan Worthy: What do you think of the Wrestling Championship Federation so far?
Colin Marshall: I love it! Plenty of talent here, old and new! Great for a rookie like me to cut his teeth to on the way to the top. It doesn't come without it's drama though, man. Lots of fucked up people here trying to hold everyone down.
Bryan Worthy: You were involved in a violent altercation last week with your fellow Zenith member Jayden Thunder. Can you tell us what the fight was about?
Colin Marshall: Jayden Thunder is a psychopath. I watched him crush another man's face in to the floor and crack his skull, all over a loss. When we're out there wrestling, we're expected to be violent...but he wasn't doing it for spectacle. I saw the look in his eyes...it was something else. It was like he enjoyed doing that to Kaden. He left and I tried to catch up with down the hallway to talk some sense in to him and he sucker punched me. After that...well, it was all fucked.
Bryan Worthy: Despite this blow up, you are booked to compete in the Trios Cup tournament Sunday with Thunder and his wife Marilyn Rayne as your partners. Do you plan to still go through with the match against the Savage Political Action Committee? How good do you think your chances are of winning, given the circumstances?
Colin Marshall: Honestly, if I never see Jayden Thunder again after this weekend, I'll be just fine...but I'll never be one to quit. If I have to stomach one more night with that man, then so be it.
Bryan Worthy: What are your goals here in the WCF?
Colin Marshall: I want to be at the top, Bryan. I want to be WCF Heavyweight Champion and collide with the best that this company has to offer. If I'm not competing against the best, then I can never be the best.
Kyle Steel: This match is a first-round TRIOS CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH!
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor.
He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.
Kyle Steel: First, the Pantheon team. Introducing from The Dethfort... weighing two hundred and twelve pounds... COREY BLACK!
All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction. "Fuck You Price" and "Jayson Fucking Price" chants start up as Price pulls out a bible, opens it and pulls out a flask before tossing the bible to the side. As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, slapping a few hands while taking drinks from his flask, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle, taking a few more drinks from his flask. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds... JAYSON PRICE!
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.
Kyle Steel: Finally, from New York City... weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... JONNY FLY!
The Pantheon members slap hands and get ready in their corner.
Zach Davis: Pantheon won the whole thing last year. Not this exact team, but... still, Pantheon.
Erin Robbins: Which will make it that much sweeter when they are knocked out in the first round by these guys--
The lights dim as "Turtle Power" by Partners in Kryme hits the PA.
"TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!"
Green strobelights shower the arena. When the rap kicks in, Diablo "D-LO C-LO" Calzone appears at the entranceway with manager Buddy Roman at his side. D-LO pauses at the top of the ramp and sneers into the camera lens from behind his red Ninja Turtle mask. D-LO flexes his muscles while a sparkly pyrotechnics display shoots off behind him. Roman applauds his client, all the while a confident smile is plastered on his face. They stride to the ring in lockstep, with Roman condemning the fans for booing his client, while the ultra-determined Calzone keeps his eyes focused on the ring.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponents, BIG TIME THICKNESS! First, from the sewers of Brooklyn, New York... weighing two hundred and fifty-two pounds... D-LO C-LO... DIABLO CALZONE!
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: From New York... weighing two hundred and sixty pounds... ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
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: Finally, from Alibene, Texas... weighing two hundred and forty pounds... THE VILLAIN ADAM YOUNG!
Big Time Thickness get ready in their corner.
Erin Robbins: These are the guys to watch out for in this tournament. The true underdogs.
Zach Davis: Hey, they're a good team. No doubt about it. They just drew the short straw, facing Pantheon in round one. No shame in being defeated by Pantheon.
DING DING DING
Jayson Price and Diablo Calzone start things off. Everyone else on the apron. Price and Diablo lock up. Price gets Diablo in a side headlock-- Diablo shoves Price off. Price spins around and gets caught by a right hand, and returns with a right hand of his own. The two men lock up once again. Price gets Diablo in a front headlock and begins with knee strikes to his chest and midsection. Diablo tries to fight out but Price lifts him up for a suplex-- Diablo blocks with his leg. Price goes to lift him again, blocked again. Diablo breaks free from Price's grasp and stuns him with a spinning kick to the midsection, followed by a DDT.
Erin Robbins: Diablo Calzone seems to have found some new... motivation, as of late.
Zach Davis: He's a grown man in Ninja Turtles cosplay. He looks ridiculous!
Both men to their feet, Diablo hits a leg kick, body kick and head kick in lightning quick succession.
Erin Robbins: Ninja Turtle Kick combo! TURTLE POWER!
Diablo covers Price--
Zach Davis: Jayson Price kicks out before two.
Diablo grabs Price and walks him over to the Thick corner. He tags in Z-MAC. Zombie enters and hits Price with a couple of body shots before Diablo lets him go and heads to the apron. Zombie with an armwringer into multiple shoulder thrusts, and then he whips Price to the ropes. Zombie goes for a big boot but Price stops himself, grabbing onto the ropes and tags out to Jonny Fly. Zombie starts talking trash to Fly as he enters. Fly tells him to bring it on. Zombie charges with a clothesline but Fly ducks it and pulls the top rope down, sending Zombie to the outside. Fly climbs the turnbuckle and eyes Zombie on the outside...
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly with a suicide dive!
Fly and McMorris crash into the guardrail. Diablo and Adam Young hop down off the apron... as do Price and Black. There's a staredown outside the ring as the ref tries to restore focus. Fly picks up Zombie and rolls him back into the ring and the two teams return to the apron.
Erin Robbins: That was no fun.
Zach Davis: This is Trios Cup! Serious business. Title shots are on the line.
Fly clubs Zombie's back. He whips Zombie into the corner-- Zombie stumbles out of the corner, Fly takes him down with a hip toss. As Zombie scrambles to get back to his feet, Fly hits him with a dropkick and covers for the pin.
Erin Robbins: Zombie McMorris kicks out!
Fly pulls Zombie to his feet and walks him over to the Pantheon corner. He tags in Corey Black. Black enters, they hit McMorris with a double suplex. Fly exits the ring, and Black begins dropping elbows directly on Zombie's head. He pulls Zombie to his feet and puts him in a side headlock, then grabs his leg and hits a fisherman suplex!
Zach Davis: Z-MAC out at two! He might need to tag out here, soon.
Zombie rolls towards his corner but Black grabs his legs. He stomps Zombie's groin and then drops an elbow to the inside of his leg. He begins to set up a single-leg crab but Zombie resists, shifting his weight and not allowing Black to roll him over. Finally he uses his free leg to boot Corey in the face. Black stumbles back and Zombie leaps to his corner, tagging Adam Young.
Erin Robbins: Tag to the Villain! Plenty of history between Young and Corey Black.
Young enters the ring and takes Corey down with a running clothesline. Black rolls to his feet as Young hits him with a right hand. Corey responds with a forearm smash. Young with another right hand and he sends Corey to the ropes, catching him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the return. Young steps out to the apron and slingshots in with a legdrop across Black's chest. Young pins Black.
Erin Robbins: Two count! Adam Young is taking the fight to Corey Black.
Young stomps out Corey before pulling him up and shoving him into the corner. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins hitting Corey with big right hands...
Corey begins blocking them, and soon after he wraps his arms around Young. He steps out of the corner, holding Young belly-to-belly, and turns around to slam him to the mat. Corey takes the opportunity to make the tag to Price.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price back in action.
Young gets to his feet as Price enters. Young kicks Price in the gut, and hits him with a right hand. Young grabs Price in a waistlock but Price reverses, going behind him for a release German suplex. Price approaches Young as he is trying to get up and Price hits him with headbutt, Young falls back to his knees. Price grabs his head and delivers five straight muay thai style knees to his head, and then finishes up with a running knee to the face.
Zach Davis: Kneegasm!
Erin Robbins: What?
Zach Davis: ... It's the name of the combo, Erin.
Price covers Young.
Zach Davis: Diablo Calzone with the save!
D-LO C-LO breaks up the pin. Price gets up and shoves him, he shoves back. The ref gets in Diablo's face, telling him to leave. From behind, Young with a low blow to Jayson Price.
Erin Robbins: That's why the call him the Villain!
Diablo leavs the ring as Price doubles over. Young crawls to his corner and tags Diablo Calzone. Diablo re-enters the ring and squares up with Price. Price looks him up and down and laughs at his ring gear.
Erin Robbins: Jayson Price, always the professional.
Zach Davis: The guy looks ridiculous!
Erin Robbins: I think it's pretty cool, Zach.
The two men lock up. Price goes behind Diablo with a hammerlock. Diablo twists out of it and catches Price with a roundhouse kick. Diablo with a series of chops to Price's chest, and then whips him to the ropes. Diablo with a clothesline but Price baseball slides through his legs! D-LO tries to grab him, but he's too late. He turns around and Price leaps up for an enzuigiri! Diablo stumbles to a knee. Price grabs him by the head and looks to the crowd.
Zach Davis: Are we gonna see another Kneegasm?!
Diablo slips out of Price's grasp! And throws Price to the mat with a dragon screw. He stomps on Price a few times before taking a few steps back... and he hits Rolling Thunder, landing on Price shell-first!
Erin Robbins: Turtle Wax! YES!
Diablo makes the tag to Z-MAC and they lift up Price for a double brainbuster. Z-MAC covers Price.
Zach Davis: Price kicks out, close one!
Erin Robbins: Let's go Big Time Thickness!
Z-MAC hits a fist drop... another... and another. Price rolls around in pain. Zombie grabs Price as he tries to get up and presses him over his head.
Erin Robbins: Zombie McMorris, strongest crackhead on Earth.
But Price shifts his weight and falls behind Zombie! Price hits a jumping cutter on McMorris- NO! McMorris throws Price off!
Zach Davis: Almost a winning opportunity there for Price.
Zombie dives towards his corner and tags in Young. Adam Young comes in as Price stumbles up. Young spins Price around and throws him to the ropes. Price hits them, bounces back-
Erin Robbins: Running Yakuza Kick from Price!
Young goes down, gets back up-
Zach Davis: THE DOWNFALL!
PRICE HITS IT! Price drops on top of Adam Young, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: Ugh.
Zach Davis: Pantheon advances!
The fans cheer as Price gets to his feet, getting his arm raised. The Kings drop to floor, disappointed, as Pantheon begins to celebrate.
Erin Robbins: Corey Black, Jayson Price, and Jonny Fly one more step closer to a World Title shot... I can't deal with this.
Zach Davis: And Jayson Price, out of exile and back to his winning ways.
Once again viewers find themselves following behind Mark Dillinger as he makes his way through the backstage area, in search of something. Or someone, Terry Roberts to be exact, as the First Apostle comes upon Synn's locker room door. He doesn't knock this time, though, instead pushing the door wide open and stepping inside, announcing his presence with a yell.
Mark Dillinger: Terry, you didn't show up last week!
The camera is in the locker room now, where Mark is in the middle of the room, staring at Terry Roberts who is watching him in the mirror. Synn doesn't turn to face him, though, as he's in the middle of . . . well nothing actually. But he still doesn't turn to face an obviously irate Dillinger.
Terry Roberts: Things came up, Mark, that prevented me from being there. Besides, I doubt you convinced Doctor Micayle that my help was needed, so all I would've gotten out of last week was a whining Remus about how I 'soiled his victory.'
Mark takes a step forward, pointing his index finger at Terry's reflection.
Mark Dillinger: The good doctor got put through a table last week because you weren't there, Terry.
Terry's eyebrow rises up on his forehead.
Terry Roberts: But you were, Mark. So whose more to blame for Remus' accident?
Mark drops the finger, shaking his head.
Mark Dillinger: Still, you promised. We will face the Shadows again and this time it'll be in a Steel Cage. But that's no guarantee that Oblivion and Vengeance won't help out anyway. So we still need you Terry. We don't need any broken promises.
Terry holds up his right hand, waving the end digit of it in the mirror.
Terry Roberts: We never pinky swore, though, so that promise never truly was legitimate. But . . .
Terry turns to face Dillinger.
Terry Roberts: I still happen to hate the Shadows, so you'll still have my help. For real this time, though I'll probably be useless outside the Steel Cage.
The pair share a stare for a moment, which Mark breaks off.
Mark Dillinger: That's all I want.
And with that, the First Apostle steps out, leaving Synn alone with his thoughts.
Zach Davis: What an explosive night it’s been so far Erin.
Erin Robbins: The Trio’s Cup Tournament is off to a great start, let me tell you, with several teams advancing to the next round.
Zach Davis: Well, we’re on our second to last match of the night and it’s going to be big.
The arena goes dark and black smoke pours onto the stage as Nocturnus by Adrian von Zeigler starts to play. Horrific imagery starts to play on the titantron for a moment till the words “The Seraphim” shines brightly and a ring of fire shows through the smoke as both Seifer and Chelsea Black Armstrong rises from the underneath the stage inside the ring.
Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, The Mistress of Darkness Chelsea Black Armstrong and The Angel of Judgement Seifer Black Armstrong... The Seraphim!!!
As the fire dies down they step over it and start to walk hand in hand slowly down to the ring a red spotlight following them down to the ring.
Zach Davis: These two, husband and wife, fighting it out for the honor of taking home the Trilogy Cup. They had a hard fought match at Aftermath, but they claimed that, no matter what, SPAC wins!
Erin Robbins: What a great outlook! Makes you think that with these two on the same team, there’s no reason they wouldn’t make it to the finals of the Trio Cup!
Reaching the ring they look at each other before releasing each other’s hands and start walking around opposite sides of the ring as a second spotlight starts to follow Seifer as the first follows Chelsea as they climb onto the apron before walking over to opposite turnbuckles and staring at each other for a moment before leaping off the turnbuckles in tandem and as they hit the mat fire explodes out of the turnbuckles and the lights go back to normal as they embrace in the middle of the ring for a moment as the music fades out and they wait for their opponents.
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash comes walking out onto the entrance ramp, with his manager, Scott Savage, following closely behind.
Zach Davis: Here comes Waylon Cash…This man lost to the real champion, Steve Orbit, at Aftermath. I can’t imagine how sour he must be.
Erin Robbins: You can talk about sour all night Zach, but Steve Orbit is a hack. Waylon Cash is the real champion. You know he’s pissed and he’ll be looking to take it out on this young team tonight.
He throws his fist into the air as the crowd boos loudly. He smirks, as does his manager. They look back and forth, sneering at the crowd as Waylon makes his way down the ramp. Once at the bottom, he rolls into the ring, and jumps to his feet with his fist in the air. More booing comes, but it doesn't seem to bother Waylon. He seems to have only one thing on his mind.
The arena falls to darkness before "Seize The Day" by Avenged Sevenfold blares through out the arena over the PA System. The crowd erupts with thunderous boos.. This thoroughly recognizable song signals one self-obsessed man, Jayden Thunder. A spotlight shines on the stage, leaving the rest of the arena in complete darkness, and then all of a sudden a lightning bolt strikes the stage as gold sparks begin to reign from the titantron down in front of the entrance curtain and onto the stage.
Kyle Steel: “Making their way to the ring, weighing in at a combined 360 pounds, hailing from Knoxville, Tennessee, they are The Guiding Light Jayden Thunder and The Golden Goddess Marilyn Rayne!!!
Zach Davis: You’ve got to be wondering what’s running through the mind of this man. After Corbin Stein no showed Zenith’s debut match at Aftermath, Jayden was visibly upset backstage. He took his anger and frustration out on his bodyguard Kaden Black and his friend Colin Marshall.
Erin Robbins: And this is Marilyn Rayne’s debut with her husband Jayden. She must be as crazy as he is to be with someone like Jayden!
Jayden and Marilyn then appear from behind the curtain and emerge from the sparks. They casually walk down the ramp, ignoring the majority of distractions and WCF fans. Jayden rolls in to the ring as Marilyn climbs up the stairs. They both get to the center of the ring and taunt to a booing WCF crowd.
The opening riff of “End of Heartache” by Killswitch Engage hit’s the P.A. to a small pop from the crowd. Colin Marshall steps out on to the stage, looking around at the WCF crowd.
Zach Davis: Here’s Colin Marshall…the man Jayden Thunder attacked after their match last Sunday. From what I hear, Colin was just trying to talk some sense in to him.
Erin Robbins: That doesn’t sound like the Colin we know at all. He would have been right next to him, attacking Kaden along with Jayden.
Zach Davis: I don’t know what to expect here tonight, but it’s going to be big…
Colin runs down the ramp and slides in to the ring. He and Jayden lock eyes as Colin climbs up on the second rope and begins to taunt the crowd again.
SPAC decides Seifer will begin on their side, while Jayden decides to go first with no objection from Colin or Marilyn. Colin takes his place on the apron, looking nonchalant. Marilyn stands on the opposite side of the apron, not getting too close to Colin. Waylon and Chelsea stand on the other side of the apron, taunting the crowd and getting fired up for the match. The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.
Seifer immediately closes the distance and wraps Jayden up. He maneuvers behind him and hits him with a hard backwards suplex. Not wasting any time, Seifer climbs to his feet and lands a hard forearm smash on Jayden’s lower back. He clutches his back in agony before Seifer hit’s a hard kick to the gut, doubling Jayden over. He hits another forearm smash on Jayden’s upper back, bringing his arm down two to three more times, putting Jayden down on the mat.
Zach Davis: Seifer wasting no time here gaining dominance over Jayden.
Erin Robbins: He wants to secure SPAC’s victory and he wants to do it early.
Seifer drags Jayden towards his corner and tags in Waylon. He smiles and climbs very effortlessly in to the ring. Seifer holds Jayden in a pump handle position as Waylon punches Jayden in the abdomen. Jayden falls to the ring in pain as the ref motions for Seifer to exit the ring, which he complies to. Waylon lifts Jayden up off of the ground and tosses him in to the ropes. He bends down to catch Jayden in a hip toss, but Jayden perceives it and hits him with a hard kick to the chest on the way back. Waylon falls backwards in to the ropes as Jayden runs at him, hitting him a clothesline and knocking him to the mat.
Zach Davis: Some savagery from Jayden Thunder here. He could easily shift the momentum here!
Erin Robbins: Waylon has some savage techniques of his own up his sleeve. I wouldn’t be counting him out just yet!
As Jayden leans over to lift Waylon up to his feet, Waylon pokes him in the eyes, knocking Jayden back. Jayden holds his eyes in pain. Waylon yells something indistinguishable at him as he tags in Chelsea, who climbs in the ring through the second rope.
Erin Robbins: Another smart tag for SPAC. They want to stay fresh in this competition.
Jayden finally shakes his head and squints his eyes, slowly regaining his vision. He goes to tag in Colin, but he pretends he doesn’t see him and instead begins arguing with a random member of the crowd. Jayden instead tags in Marilyn, who leaps in the ring ready to take Chelsea out. The two ladies circle around each other for a minute before locking up. Chelsea brings up a knee almost immediately and brings Marilyn to her knees. Chelsea lands another swift knee to Marilyn’s head, knocking her down to the ground. Chelsea then raises her hands to a small pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: SPAC is getting this crowd riled up here!
Erin Robbins: Well, they’re handling themselves like professionals here in the ring tonight, working as a great unit. They’ll get far in this Trio Cup if they keep this up!
Chelsea lifts Marilyn to her knees and throws her in to SPAC’s corner. Chelsea then begins arguing with Jayden at the apron, which Colin blatantly ignores. While the referee is distracted with Chelsea and Jayden at ringside, Seifer lifts his legs over the ropes and catches Marilyn in a head scissors choke, using the ropes as added leverage. Marilyn is struggling to get free when Waylon lands a hard kick to her side, knocking her to the mat. The referee finally calms the two at ringside and turns his attention back towards the two in ring competitors. Chelsea sees Marilyn is lying on the ground and knew her plan was successful. She turns Marilyn over and rolls her up for the pinfall.
Marilyn shoulder flies off the mat. Chelsea looks a little stunned but clearly not upset as she lifts Marilyn back to her feet and tags in Seifer once more. Seifer leaps over the top rope and grabs Marilyn by the hair. He tosses her in to the ropes but she manages to grab on to them and stop herself. She runs to the corner and attempts to tag in Jayden, but Colin puts his hand in the way, purposefully tagging himself in. He also leaps over the top rope and begins circling the ring with Seifer. The two circle for a minute before locking up. Seifer maneuvers behind Colin, but Colin flips him over with a hip toss. Seifer immediately rolls to his feet and the two begin to circle again. Colin lunges at Seifer and hits him with a hard right hand. He begins to lay in to Seifer with hard right hands until Seifer falls backwards. Seifer attempts to kick Colin in the gut, but Colin catches his foot. Seifer uses this to lift himself up, hitting Colin in the head with an enziguiri. Colin falls to the mat and Seifer rolls him up for a pin.
Zach Davis: Colin kicks out at two!
Erin Robbins: What a hard kick by Seifer! I’m surprised Colin managed to kick out of that one!
Colin struggles to climb to his feet as Seifer comes at him with a hard forearm smash, knocking him in to the ropes. Colin uses the ropes to climb to his feet, but Seifer is already on top of him again. He grabs Colin and tries to irish whip him in to his corner, but Colin reverses it and irish whips Seifer in to Colin’s corner. Colin runs at him and attempts a dropkick, but Seifer moves out of the way and Colin hit’s Marilyn instead. She falls off of the apron and hit’s the mat hard below.
Zach Davis: What a hard fall Erin! I don’t know if she’ll be able to get up from that one.
Jayden begins yelling at Colin, who comes back full force. The two argue on their apron for a moment before Jayden slaps Colin in the face, inadvertently tagging himself in to the match. Colin comes back with a hard right hand, knocking him down to the mat below. Marilyn, at this point, is now up and moves towards Jayden. She is checking to see if he is ok as Seifer leaps over the top rope, taking them both out. The three lay outside of the ring, but Seifer begins to climb back to his feet. He picks Jayden up by the head and rolls him in to the ring. Jayden begins using the ropes to pull himself up but is now staring dead in to Colin’s eyes. Colin moves towards him and grabs him by the head. He pulls him to the center of the ring and performs his finishing maneuver, Shine, laying him out cold in the ring as the crowd pops. Waylon looks away, uninterested in the whole matter, while Chelsea looks on in confusion. Seifer, now on the top turnbuckle, leaps and performs his finisher, The Angels Landing, connecting directly with Jayden’s head. He quickly turns Jayden over and rolls his leg up.
The crowd goes wild as SPAC pulls out the victory.
Kyle Steel: And your winner, by pinfall, the team of Waylon Cash, Seifer and Chelsea Armstrong…The Savage Political Action Committee!!!
As soon as the bell rings, Colin climbs out of the ring, but Marilyn and Jayden are left inside. S-PAC sees this, and they begin to surround the two. Waylon doesn't join in, but he does lean against the corner, keeping watch and looking generally uninterested. Scott begins directing traffic. Seifer lifts Jayden up with a sadistic smile on his face. He tosses him out of the ring, and follows after.
Zach Davis: What are they doing?! The match is over, let it be!
Erin Robbins: They are making a point. You might want to pay close attention.
Seifer lays a steel chair on the concrete, and drags Jayden back to his feet. Seifer tucks the man's head between his knees, and lifts him up in a pile driver position.
Zach Davis: No! God no! Someone stop him!
No one does. Seifer drops down, hitting a hard pile driver right on the chair. A sick crack echoes through the arena, and Jayden goes completely limp.
Zach Davis: Unbelievable... this is... this is nothing short of attempted murder. Someone stop them!
Back in the ring, Chelsea grabs Marilyn, and lifts her into a powerbomb position. ON Scott's count, Chelsea walks over to the ropes, and throws MArilyn over the top, causing her to land neck first on the unforgiving floor. She also goes limp, and the crowd begins to scream in hatred. S-PAC stands tall in the middle of the ring, holding each other's hands high.
Zach Davis: I can not believe what I have witnessed here tonight. The bullies known as S-PAC may have just ended two more careers here.
Erin Robbins: They are doing exactly what they said they'd do. They're trimming the dead weight branches from WCF. This is exactly what we need.
Scott, Chelsea, Seifer and Waylon all slowly walk up the ramp, as medics rush down to check on Jayden and Marilyn, who are still motionless as we fade to commercial.
The lights go to black as the jumbotron comes to life... The fans buzz.
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: Whaaattt!?
Erin Robbins: The rumors are true, Zach! Johnny Reb is making his return next week!
Zach Davis: Former War winner, former World Champion, member of legendary tag team the New Confederacy... And he's coming back!
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire. 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.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
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.
Ring Announcer: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.
The opening bars of Ghost Opera by Kamelot begins and Alexander Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he slaps hands with all fans foolish enough to try. He, of course, hits the fans hands as hard as human possible. He rolls in under the bottom rope and starts the fight as quickly as possible.
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, followed slowly behind by the First Apostle, Mark Dillinger. Wasting little time, the pair makes their way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate them. The spotlight follows, giving Remus a regal appearance in the modest darkness while Mark Dillinger stays in the shadows.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona and Raleigh, North Carolina… weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-seven pounds… they are Doctor Remus Micayle and Mark Dillinger... Team SCIENCE!
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. Mark Dillinger waits for the lights to die down before he climbs into the ring without any further fanfare.
Zach Davis: This match is either Sigmund Freud's dream or nightmare... I'm not sure which.
As the bell sounds, Team Science Clotheslines both Logan and Oblivion, sending the two over the top. They turn to Beckman, kick him in the gut before throwing him to the ropes.. Micayle lifts him in a Flapjack and Dillinger takes him down with a Spike DDT!
Erin Robbins: Team Team Science exploding right out of the gate here!
Zach Davis: You mean taking cheapshots? Yep.
Micayle pins Beckman while Dillinger joins Richards on the apron.
No!, Beckman gets his arm up.
Erin Robbins: ICE Beckman was able to take the United States Title away from Micayle, Zach. There's still a lot of bad blood there I do believe.
Micayle lifts Beckman up and hits him with a few forearm shots to the head. He then lifts him up and executes a Drop Suplex before kneeling overtop of him and punching him in the head repeatedly.
Zach Davis: Someone like Dr. Remus Micayle is supposed to cure people's head problems... not cause them!
Erin Robbins: ...shut up, Zach. Just.. ugh.
Micayle gets up and tags in Dillinger. Dillinger waits for Beckman to get to his feet as the ref yells at Micayle to leave the ring. Micayle doesn't listen and as Beckman gets up, Dillinger hits a Roundhouse Kick to his head. He spins around, hits a Roundhouse Kick of his own. Spins around again and Dillinger hits a super impactful Big Boot!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Beckman drops and Dillinger quickly goes for the pin as Micayle gets onto the apron.
NO!, Beckman gets his foot on the rope!
Erin Robbins: That was close. Beckman's probably half drunk, so adding headshots into the mix... he can probably barely think.
Zach Davis: Beckman needs to make the tag, Erin. He's in the ring with a former World Champion. Half the people in this match are former World Champions... no wonder this is our main event.
Erin Robbins: I don't remember Mark Dillinger being World Champion. Are you sure you don't mean Nathan von Liebert? They look pretty similar.
Zach Davis: ...Shut up, Erin.
Dillinger lifts Beckman up but the United States Champion has had enough. He fires off a few quick rights and lefts. Dillinger shakes them off, however, and swings with a wild Clothesline. Beckman ducks it and hits Dillinger with a huge Release German Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Big reversal! Can Beckman capitalize?
He can! He dives and tags in Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Here comes the God of Insanity!
Oblivion enters the ring and Clotheslines Dillinger down. Dillinger gets back up and Oblivion hits a Headbutt.. then another.. then another!
Erin Robbins: Now it's Dillinger's brains that are getting scrambled!
Zach Davis: I want to see a tag match between Ace Slaughter and Oblivion versus Mark Dillinger and Nathan von Liebert.
Oblivion lifts Dillinger, going for an Oklahoma Slam, but Dillinger shifts his weight and is able to land behind Oblivion. Dillinger grapples him..
Erin Robbins: FULL NELSON SUPLEX!
Dillinger hits it! He keeps it locked for the pin!
No!, Oblivion kicks out. Dillinger begins climbing to the top rope.
Zach Davis: Mark Dillinger is going high risk.. but will it pay off?
Dillinger flies off the top with a Senton Splash! The crowd boos as he then tags in Alexander Richards.
Erin Robbins: Alexander Richards is the newest member of the WCF in this match, Zach, and this is his chance to make a huge impact for himself.
Richards studies Oblivion as Oblivion starts to get to his feet. He runs at him and hits a Lariat, taking the Monster down. He then lifts him up and throws him to a neutral corner before firing off chop after chop after chop.
Zach Davis: He's a chop machine. Woo!
Richards finishes it off with a straight chop to the thread, dropping Oblivion into a seated position. He then starts kicking away, stomping a mudhole in him!
Erin Robbins: Richards is on fire! He's been after the Hardcore Championship recently and he's showing his stuff against the greatest Hardcore Champion of all time.
Richards lifts Oblivion up... and onto his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Oh my God.. he's going for a Death Valley Driver!
No, Oblivion is too heavy and he slips behind Richards. Oblivion lifts Richards up and hits an Atomic Drop!
Erin Robbins: Oof!
Oblivion then tags in Logan!
Zach Davis: Talk about Champions. Here comes one of the most prolific Champions in WCF history, and the current Hardcore Champion.
Erin Robbins: Can you imagine if his team made the way to the finals, as well as Gable's? We could see two men compete for a World Title shot. Logan and-
Zach Davis: Don't even talk about it, Erin.
Logan comes in and takes Richards down with a Bionic Elbow. Richards gets back up and Logan follows up with a European Uppercut, sending him reeling into a turnbuckle. Logan runs at him, Clotheslines him into it, then lifts him up onto it as well.
Erin Robbins: What's next?
Logan climbs up with Richards, who is ready to fight back. He hits Logan with shot after shot to the head before Logan drops back down to the mat. Logan gets back to his feet and Richards drops him with an Axe Handle Smash!
Zach Davis: We don't see Alexander Richards up top very often but that was a hell of an attack!
Richards goes for the pin.
No!, the Face of Treachery gets the arm up.
Richards lifts Logan up and throws him to the ropes. As Logan comes back Richards fires off a mean Belly to Belly Suplex. He then drops down and begins choking him.
Erin Robbins: Clearly illegal, but it gets the job done. Unless Logan is enjoying it. Then it's going to get ANOTHER kind of job done, and.. ew.
Zach Davis: He has a thing for female commentators, you know, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Is that why he has a hard on for you?
The referee forces Richards to release the hold at four. He transitions it, however, into the Crippler Crossface.
Zach Davis: Is Logan going to tap!?
The fans boo as Richards cranks the hold. Logan crawls towards the ropes, slowly... slowly...
Erin Robbins: Can he make it?
Yes! Logan gets to the ropes, and once again, Richards only releases the hold once he's forced to. He backs up, but as he nears his corner, Micayle tags himself in.
Zach Davis: Here comes the good doctor!
Richards takes exception to this and begins arguing with Micayle about the fact he tagged himself in. Micayle says he simply wants to finish the match off. Richards asks why he can't finish the match off himself... etc. etc. In this time, Logan is able to make a tag to Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Turn around Micayle...
Oblivion spins the arguing Micayle around, kicks him in the gut..
Zach Davis: SOULTAKER!
Oblivion hits the Inverted Suplex into Stunner. He begins climbing to the top as his teammates enter the ring and make sure Dillinger can't interfere. They throw Richards out.
Erin Robbins: Obi flies off... OBI-SAULT!
Into the pin.
Zach Davis: The Psycho Hotdog Beer Company advances!
The fans roar as Breathe hits and Oblivion stands tall! Logan climbs up one corner as Beckman is handed the United States Championship and climbs up another.
Erin Robbins: Team Team Science was in control the whole match, Zach, up until some miscommunication at the end. As far as I'm concerned, those psychos got lucky.
Seth Lerch appears on the entryway.... and he's clapping.
Zach Davis: What's Seth doing here? He's had issues with all of these men. Beckman recently, and Logan... well, forever. Why is he clapping?
Seth watches the Psycho Hotdog Beer Company as Team Science regroups on the outside.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
Zach Davis: The Mack is live on Slam!
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 tailored white suit, matching hat, 'gator boots and a ton of gold. He stops in the entranceway and holds the World Championship belt above his head to a huge ovation from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, yeah.
Zach Davis: What a BATTLE we saw between Orbit and Cash, at Aftermath. And as we can see, Steve Orbit is still the World Champion.
Orbit slowly makes his way to the ring, taking time to interact with fans. When he finally enters the ring, he climbs a turnbuckle, and yells along with the song--
Steve Orbit: WHO GON' STOP ME? WHO GON' STOP ME, HUH?
He climbs down from the turnbuckle and the lights return. The music dies down and the crowd continues to cheer. Orbit grins, waiting for them to calm down. After a few moments, he speaks.
Steve Orbit: You know... I love that Watch the Throne album, and I love Who Gon Stop Me, but maybe a better song for me tonight woulda been "Niggas in Paris".
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: Haha. I love it out here. Y'all got the good wine, good food... croissants. Mmm. Y'all got some sexy ass bitches too, out here.
The females in the crowd cheer.
Steve Orbit: Anyway, down to business. Ever since I won this belt, my life has been crazy. CRAZY. Nevermind all the behind the scenes stuff, and the personal stuff, but around here? Shit, it seems like I can't even step foot out my damn locker room without S-PAC tryin' to attack me from behind. Now, a lot of that was due to Waylon Cash-- and thankfully, I think I took care of that problem last week, at Aftermath.
The crowd pops.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, it wasn't easy, but it had to be done. See, my first World title reign... it was great, it felt good to finally achieve that goal, you know what I'm sayin'? But in the whole scheme of things, in the big picture-- it was forgettable, y'all. It was too short, too uneventful. It wasn't the World title reign that I KNOW I am capable of.
Orbit holds the belt above his head.
Steve Orbit: THIS... is the World title reign that I know I'm capable of. We in it, right now. I love bein' y'alls World champion. I do this for all of y'all. I represent the people with a dream, the people who strugglin'-- I been there, I been there with you. I'm here to show you that anything is possible... because if a kid from Lockwood Gardens housing projects, who's momma was a hooker and who was raised by the streets-- if a kid like Steve Orbit can make it to the top of the wrestling world and win it's biggest prize, then that is living PROOF that ANYTHING... IS... POSSIBLE.
The crowd cheers. Orbit puts the mic to his mouth, but they continue to cheer. "OR-BIT" chants are heard throughout the arena. Orbit grins, shaking his head.
Steve Orbit: To me, that's what bein' the World Champion--
Suddenly 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
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....
Orbit watches from the ring as Seifer walks out from the back holding his black light lamp his face paint and parts of his clothes illuminated as he walks out onto the stage and down the ramp with a microphone in his other hand, he raises it up to his mouth as his music fades out.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Now now Orbit, havent you forgot something... Or someone... Dont worry though because you will know my name soon enough, for now I am here to introduce myself to you directly... I am the Angel of Judgement Seifer Black Armstrong and I will be your day of reckoning.
Seifer walks around the ring and up the stairs before getting into the ring.
Seifer Black Armstrong: You see Steve, the reign of Pantheon is soon coming to a bloody end and I along with the rest of S-Pac shall make sure that you are remembered as the sacrifices at the altar of change, your blood will pave the streets and serve as that message to others to not make the same mistakes. All this change is already in its beginnings Orbit, it started at Aftermath when I won the Trilogy cup and it will end at Asesinato de Mayo in Mexico when i shall take that title from you and bring it to where it belongs with S-Pac.
Seifer lifts up the lamp and blows it out as the arena lights go back to normal.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Here is my promise to you Orbit, I promise I will take that title from you... You may be seen as a great champion above all others by the people here but I see you for what you are, a mere mortal man who can be broken. A great warrior no doubt but still a mere mortal who wants to be the hero to the masses and as long as you hold all their expectations on their shoulders you can not reach the heights that I can, may the demons have mercy on your soul because the angels shall have none....For the second time I am the Angel of Judgement Seifer Black Armstrong and you need to pay heed to my words or you shall fade to black...
Orbit and Seifer stand face to face for a tense moment. Seifer drops the microphone and starts to make his way out of the ring. He drops down to ringside, and turns to face Orbit... when in the background, we see Waylon Cash, Chelsea Black Armstrong and Scott Savage standing in the entrance.
Zach Davis: Not again. You've gotta be kidding me.
Erin Robbins: S-PAC isn't through with Steve Orbit. Not at all. I hope they send him back to the hospital.
Orbit gazes at S-PAC, nodding his head.
Steve Orbit: Oh, I get it... yeah, I seen this one before. Every week for the about the last two months. This is the part where the Mack gets beat down by S-PAC... right? That's where this is goin' right?
Seifer grins and climbs back onto the apron. Orbit holds the microphone upside down in his hand, ready to strike, but backing away defensively. The rest of S-PAC starts to walk towards the ring... when suddenly Pantheon bursts out from behind the curtain!
Zach Davis: Here comes Pantheon! Fly, Black, Price and who's that... JEFF PURSE! Intercepting S-PAC!
As the Pantheon members brawl with S-PAC, Seifer enters the ring-- and gets a backhand slap from Steve Orbit! He tumbles over the top rope to ringside.
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP! Pimp Slap to the number one contender!
Seifer hurries away and joins S-PAC, retreating from ringside. Fly, Black, Price and Purse slide into the ring and the crowd cheers.
Erin Robbins: Sickening.
Purse stands face to face with Orbit for a few moments. Orbit looks unsure... until they shake hands, followed by a hug.
Zach Davis: This has gotta make it official-- Jeff Purse is back in Pantheon!
Erin Robbins: More Pantheon, that's all we need. This is bogus.
All five men play to the crowd, Orbit holding the World Championship belt above his head. From the top of the ramp, Seifer stands in front of the rest of S-PAC, eying the ring.
Zach Davis: We're out of time! Goodnight from Paris!