"Hollywood Babylon" begins to blare over the P.A. as Scott Savage steps out from behind the curtain. HE already holds a microphone in his hand. He waits for the music to die down before speaking from the ramp.
Scott Savage: LAdies and gentlemen, S-PAC, in association with Savage Enterprises, is proud to bring to you the roast of John Gable. We have many special guests tonight, so let's not waste any time. Our first guest is the People's champion, and the greatest female wrestler in the business today. She is S-PAC's beautiful, sparkling crown jewel. Ladies and gentlemen... Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Chelsea walks out from behind the curtain with a smile on her face. She blows a few sarcastic kisses to the booing audience, as she makes her way down to the ring. She takes one of several chairs, and has her seat, allowing Scott to speak again.
Scott Savage: Our next guest is the current number one contender to the WCF World Heavyweight Champion. Give it up for Seifer Black Armstrong!
Seifer struts out with an evil smile on his face, as the crowd shouts even louder. He makes his way down to the ring, and has a seat next to Chelsea.
Scott Savage: Our nest guest is a former World champion, former TV champion, and three time WCF tag team champion. He is the Hellbilly Waylon Cash!
Waylon struts out from behind the curtain as the crowd begins to throw garbage. Cash chuckles, and slowly makes his way down to the ring, taking his seat.
Scott Savage: Our next guest... has never officially been a part of WCF, and I'm not entirely sure why we keep putting him in things. Tonight he is our roast master general, ladies and gentlemen... Seth Dominics!
Seth walks out from behind the curtain with a goofy smile on his face. He is wearing a gold sequined tuxedo, and carrying note cards. The crowd doesn't give him much reaction, but he acts like it's a standing ovation. He goes to high five a group of fans, only one of whom indulges him. He slides into the ring, and takes his spot behind the podium.
Scott Savage: And finally, our man of the hour. This man is truly a special talent, and it is my honor to call him my client, and my friend. Allow me to introduce to you the WCF Cinema Champion... John Gable!
Gable steps out from behind the curtain dressed in a tuxedo that looks like it costs more than the average yearly salary of the WCF audience. The Cinema championship is slung over his shoulder, and he has a cocky grin plastered across his face. He struts down to the ring, and takes his spot on a large, throne like chair obviously meant for him. With everyone in the ring, Scott rolls inside, and sits down, allowing Seth Dominics to step up tot eh podium and begins speaking.
Seth Dominics: Welcome ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us tonight. I just flew in from New Jersey, and boy is my wife an annoying bitch!
Seth pauses for laughter that never comes.
Seth Dominics: Alright, enough of me. Let me introduce our first roaster tonight, she is the current People's Champion, Chelsea Black Armstrong.
The crowd boos as she steps up to the podium, but she doesn't seem to notice.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Thank you, thank you. You know, a lot of people know how talented of a wrestler John Gable is, but not a lot of people know that he's an awesome guy. He's generous, intelligent, quick witted, and one of the greatest actors of our generation. I sat up all night trying to write a joke about him, but I couldn't. He's just too amazing.
The group on stage applauds, as the rest of the audience boos loudly.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: What can you say about the Cinema champion? It's an honor to call him my team mate, and an even bigger honor to come her and talk about him today. Thank you John. Thank you for existing, and thus making the world a better place.
S-PAC claps as Chelsea takes her seat, and Seth Dominics steps back up.
Seth Dominics: Give it up for Chelsea. Isn't she amazing? Alright ladies and gentlemen, I gotta tell you, I was flying on a plane the other day, and boy was the food awful. Take my wife, please! Jokes! Anyway, our next roaster will be fighting Steve Orbit next week for the WCF World title. Ladies and gentlemen, Seifer Black Armstrong!
Seifer steps up to the microphone, as the crowd voices their anger at him.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Alright, shut up. I came here tonight to say a few things about Gable... now, I'm not saying Gable is dumb... because he's not. He's an absolute genius. I mean, he's the cinema champion for a reason, right? In all seriousness, John Gable is an inspiration.
S-PAC all speaks in unison.
S-PAC: How inspirational is he?
Seifer Black Armstrong: He's so inspirational, one day he visited a make-a-wish kid, the next day the kid was fully healed. True story... though it's not that funny I guess... where was I? Oh yeah! It's an honor to know John Gable, and a pleasure to call him my team mate. Also, I'm gonna beat Steve Orbit. Goodnight everybody!
Seifer takes a bow for his hateful audience, as Seth Dominics steps up to the mic.
Seth Dominics: Well done Seifer, and good luck on Sunday. Not that you'll need it. Steve Orbit is so lame, I saw him wearing a pair of white pants in November!
Another pause for silent laughter.
Seth Dominics: Alright, well earlier Waylon informed me that he didn't want to speak tonight, instead, he gave me a pre-written statement to read.
Seth takes a piece of paper out of his pocket, and holds it in front of his face, reading it silently to himself. Once he is done, he puts it back in his pocket.
Seth Dominics: Alright, ladies and gentlemen, now for the man of the hour. He is your WCF Cinema champion, and the greatest actor in the world. It is my pleasure to introduce my close, personal friend, John Gable!
John steps up to the mic, but before he can speak, Cradle to the Grave by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers at the interruption, as Chase steps onto the ramp. He walks quickly down to the ring, and leans in to speak on the podium mic.
Chase Michaels: Sorry I'm late John. Can I still take my turn? I figured this roast thing would be fun.
Gabel looks hesitant, but backs down, letting Chase speak.
Seth Dominics: Alright, Ladies and gentlemen, now for the man of the hour. He is your WCF Cinema champion, and the greatest actor in the world. It is my pleasure to introduce my close, personal friend, John Gable!
John steps up to the mic, but before he can speak, Cradle to the Grave by Five Finger Death Punch blares over the speakers. The crowd cheers at the interruption, as Chase steps onto the ramp. He walks quickly down to the ring, and leans in to speak on the podium mic.
Chase Michaels: Oh don't worry good buddy I got this...
Chase smirks as Gable looks hesitant, but backs down, letting Chase speak.
Chase Michaels: So what can say about that guy... Well lets face it there’s not a lot of good things I can actually say about Gable, so I'll say the bad, this guy right here is a complete and utter moron, I mean he really thinks people give a crap about his movies... Newsflash buddy no one gives a crap about your bargain bin movies cause well no one really gives a crap about you! Hold on second.
Chase rushes over to one of the fans in the crowd and poses for a selfie picture with several of the fans in a similar fashion to the infamous selfie picture taken at the Oscars. Chase walks back over to the podium.
Chase: That's about as close as you're going to get to the Oscars there Gable good buddy. There's not much else to say about Gable other than he's an egotistical moron with a superior elitist mindset that go his arse turned down colder than Chris Brown at a Violence against women concert. So WCF fans why don't we all let our Cinema Champion John Gable here know exactly how we all feel about him. So all together now!
The crowd start a John Gable sucks chant, Chase smirks as he steps down from the podium as the crowd continue the John Gable sucks chant. Gable tries to get the crowd to stop the chant but Chase stands back up on the podium and conducts the crowd similar to the way a conductor does in an orchestra much to the annoyance of Gable.
Chase Michaels:You know... Gable is pretty dumb. He's so dumb, he thinks putting fake diamonds on the title and renaming it makes it worth more. He's so dumb, he thinks he can actually hold on to the TV title, when there's top notch competition like the Lonewolf out there waiting to take him out. And don't get me started on his acting. It's like watching Channing Tatum on horse tranquilizers, also known as Step Up.
The crowd laughs, and behind Chase, Gable fumes, his face turning red.
Chase Michaels: Bottom line, Gable sucks, S-PAC sucks, and the Cinema title sucks, I'm out!
Chase knocks over the podium, rolls out of the ring laughing, and Gable finally lets loose. He tosses a few chairs out of the ring, and rips the microphone off the podium, before grabbing a hand mic from the ring side attendant.
John Gable: You think that's funny?! You come out here and insult your Cinema champion?! That's fine. I have a feeling we're gonna meet soon enough, and I'll get my revenge, you insolent, disrespectful pile of garbage! HOW DARE YOU! This is my night! My moment!
GAble throws down the microphone, and we fade to commercial as Gable's team mates try to calm him down.
Zach Davis: Here we have our first match-up. New comer Apocalypse takes on Alexander Richards.
Erin Robbins: Yes, it's the battle of the weird. Last wednesday, we watched in horror as Apocalypse nearly killed Crybaby McEmo.
Zach Davis: Alex has been making waves as well...Hopefully they're not waves of Zima.
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex 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 takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title, around his waist.
Zach Davis: An interruption from an absolute screw ball.
Erin Robbins: You should be careful what you say. You remember when Evan Vayne beat you bloody after you trash talked him.
Zach Davis: That's cool. I put out a hit on him.
Erin Robbins: Good for you. I wondered where he went. Did you get Richard there to do it?
Zach Davis: No, and it's a good thing. He probably would have stabbed him with a giant Popsicle or something.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... Alex Richards!!!
Alex stops on the ring ramp and a rather scared looking Hank Brown gingerly walks out carrying a microphone.
Alex Richards: Hi Hank how are you doing?
Hank Brown: To be honest I'm a little nervous. With all the times I've been beaten up lately I think I have the right to be.
Alex Richards: Don't worry Hank. I won't let anyone touch you.
Hank Brown: Well that's a relief. What brings you out here Alex?
Alex Richards: I just don't get it. I found a doctor. I got cleared. So I show up here tonight and I still don't have a match! And what's worse I'll been in Spain all week for the running of the bulls. I figured if I couldn't take a run at a human I'd take a run at a bull. But I couldn't find out. You guys keep them hidden real well. Must be a Spanish secret or something.
Hank Brown: Umm.. Alex you do know you're not in Spain anymore?
Alex Richards: Of course I do. I know I'm in Germany this week. You think I'm crazy or something?
Alex waits for Hank to answer but he doesn't so Alex continues
Alex Richards: But that's alright. I have meself a trump card. I brought out my magic 9 ball to help me decide just who I want to call out tonight.
Alex goes into his doctor's bag, pushing aside the cat and pulling out.. what appears to be a giant version of the children's magic 8 ball.
Alex Richards: Let's see what we comes out. So magic 9 ball.. who should I fight this week?
Alex shakes the 8 ball and reads it..
Alex Richards: Ask again later. Well it's later who should I fight this week?
Alex shakes it up again.
Alex Richards: Impatient fucker aren't you? Yes I am..
Alex gives it another shake.
Alex Richards: Ice Ice Baby. I'm going to guess the magic 9 ball means Ice Beckman. And in spite of his Zima hating he doesn't actually seem like too bad of a guy. Besides if you wanna call him out you gotta do it before 9 am when he's sober. So let's try it again.
Alex shakes the magic 9 ball and gets..
Alex Richards: Doctor, Doctor give me the news.. Dr. Reamus MiAnus. Now we're talking. If not for the good doctor I'd already be fighting tonight in the king of trios tournament! But doctors are notorious cowards. I mean even that doc I met on Wednesday made me sign a waiver not to sue him. He didn't need to bother I hate lawyers almost as much as doctors. But just to be safe let's get another option..
Alex shakes his ball and..
Alex Richards: The Easter Bunny? Man, this thing is out dated already. Knew I should have updated it. But I couldn't figure out how. I shook, and I shook but nothing.
Alex is interrupted as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play throughout the arena.
The house lights dim, and the arena fades to darkness, accompanied by red and orange mood lighting. The cameras pan around the sold out arena showing the members of the WCF Galaxy waiting in anticipation. Soon a distinct sound of multiple horses galloping is heard. With this the cameras pan back to the stage as we see entrance graphics employing visuals of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The horsemen utter the words “Apocalypse Now”, when suddenly two columns of fire shoot from the sides of the stage. The flames on the stage continue to burn and an explosion is heard as a blast of smoke was set off at the back of the stage. Fog and dry ice begin to envelope the stage as the music continues to play.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 315 pounds, from Your Darkest Fears...... A-A-A-APOC-A-LY-Y-Y-P-P-S-S-S-EE-E!!
Brown strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena as Apocalypse enters by a lift in the stage between the flames, and standing in the midst of the smoke. As the strobe lights reflect off the crowd, we see the faces of the mixed reaction by the crowd, some cheering, and some booing. The Brute stands there staring over the crowd for a few moments and the fire, smoke, mood and strobe lights die down. He turns to face Alex Richards and begins speaking in to a microphone.
Apocalypse: What is wrong with you? You come out here looking for a challenge. Do you forget you already have a challenge? You dare look past the Manifestation of Devastation? Let me remind you of just what you're up against...
Apoc reaches back and levels Alex with a running big boot. Apocalypse grabs the microphone away from Hank Brown, pushes him to the mat and attacks Alex with it, beating him several times upside the head with it. He drops the broken microphone onto the now bleeding Richards then turns back to Hank Brown who was about to escape.
Apocalypse: If he wakes up let him know I'm waiting for him.
Apocalypse shoves down Brown again then starts to walk towards the ring. Alex Richards slowly gets to his feet lets out a primal scream then spears Apocalypse down on the ring ramp. He mounts the big man and starts to unload with punches. Apocalypse pushes him off and fires back with punches of his own. The two big men stand on their feet exchanging punches until officials run over to break it up.
Erin Robbins: Referees are trying to get both of these guys into the ring to start their match. Did that ever get heated in a hurry?
Zach Davis: Both of these massive men have short tempers and enjoy hurting people so I can't say that's surprising.
Erin Robbins: These two monsters are out of their minds! This is one is going to get out of hand real fast!
Apocalypse and Alexander Richards continue landing thick punch after punch to each other, hitting wherever they could. The officials attempting to break up the tornado of fury were being whipped every which way. Apocalypse hits a chop to Alex’s throat, temporarily stunning the giant. Apocalypse’s eyes alight with opportunity, a wicked grin spreading across his mangy face, the mask making the mannerism appear all the more creepy. He brings a hard elbow down on Alex’s head, knocking the big man in to the apron. Apoc grabs Alex by the lower legs and lifts him on to the apron and in to the ring, rolling him under the bottom rope.
Zach Davis: One competitor in…the referees getting in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Apocalypse through the ropes and this match has officially begun!
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Apocalypse begins stomping Alex as he attempts to get to his feet. He flinches with each stomp, finally reaching his feet. Apoc attempts a mid section kick, but Alex grabs his leg and performs a hard clothesline to his chest, knocking him flat on his back. Alex stomps hard on Apoc’s chest, further damaging it. Apocalypse holds his chest, apparently relishing in the pain. Alexander grabs Apocalypse by the hair and begins pulling him to his feet, but Apocalypse responds by grabbing his own hair and pulling it from his head!
Zach Davis: That’s sick Erin! Why in the hell would somebody do that to themselves?
Erin Robbins: I have no idea Zach, but I assure you, he is not in his right mind.
Zach Davis: Are you scared for Mr. Richards now?
Erin Robbins: It doesn’t seem that Apocalypse has obtained any kind of psychological advantage over his opponent, as Alexander Richards is probably just as insane as he is. I’m more scared for us now! I think we should clear the hell out of here before those two psychos turn on us!
Zach Davis: You might be right Erin…OH MY GOD!!!
The action continues in the ring, Alex answering Apocalypse pulling out his own hair with a big boot to his face. Apocalypse lies on the ground, possibly tasting the remnants of some kind of animal feces, and begins to spit in to the air. Alex runs against the ropes, using the momentum to come back and lay a hard elbow on to Apocalypse. Apocalypse clutches his chest, showing signs of obvious damage.
Erin Robbins: I think Alex really hurt him with that one! Apocalypse might be in some considerable danger now…
Apocalypse struggles to get to his feet. Alex comes back around, running at Apoc full strength. Apocalypse brings up his elbow at the last minute, knocking Alex back with his own momentum. Alex stumbles backwards and falls to his feet. Apocalypse moves towards the turnbuckle and begins to climb it.
Zach Davis: Oh no…he’s crazier than I thought. What the hell is this giant going to do from the top rope here? We might need to get some E.M.T’s out here soon.
Apocalypse gets to the top turnbuckle and taunts towards the crowd, who cheer in confusion. Apoc leaps from the turnbuckle, performing a clunky, yet successful, moonsault on to his opponent, Alex. Alex looks devastated by the blow and holds his abdomen in pain.
Erin Robbins: Did we just see that? Like, did that really just happen?
Zach Davis: Holy hell! That was insane! What a move by the giant Apocalypse!
Apocalypse attempts the pinfall and the ref moves to the mat.
Alexander Richards’ shoulder comes off the mat, breaking up the pinfall before the three count. Apoc looks shocked and crawls like an animal towards the corner of the ring. He looks at the turnbuckle and begins pounding his head in to it like a fucking weirdo.
Zach Davis: What a fucking weirdo!
Erin Robbins: Nothing could describe him better than that, Zach.
After Apocalypse is done bashing his own brains in, he turns around and sits down, his forehead begins to turn a dark crimson from his own blood. He begins rocking his head back and forth, whistling the entire time. Alexander Richards, now on his feet just stares at Apocalypse in the corner, his face distorting with confusion. The two just stare at each other for about a minute or so until Apocalypse uses the turnbuckles to climb to his feet. His face contorts, he shouts, and then rushes Alexander with rage. He attempts a clothesline, but Alexander Richards grabs his arm and tucks it between his legs. He thrusts Apocalypse to the ground and wraps his arms around his forehead, successfully locking him in a crossface.
Zach Davis: Alex has Apocalypse in a crossface. This could be over, Erin.
Erin Robbins: He’s got it locked in tight and Apocalypse is far from the ropes. He better figure a way out of this one or it could be the end of this one.
Alexander has the crossface locked in tight and begins applying pressure to the hold. Apocalypse is holding his hand out, desperately reaching for the ropes. Alexander applies even more pressure, his arms beginning to soak in blood from Apocalypse’ head wound. He wrenches back, but instead of tapping out, Apocalypse seems to accept the pain and begins to push himself back even farther.
Zach Davis: Oh my god, this is sick Erin! Someone needs to stop this right now!
Alexander releases the hold and Apocalypse falls to the mat, apparently passed out. Alexander rolls him over and covers him for the pinfall. The referee goes to the mat.
The ref calls for the bell and the match ends.
Kyle Steel: And your winner, via pinfall, Alexander Richards!
Erin Robbins: Oh my god…I’m not sure what we just saw Zach.
Zach Davis: Well…Alexander Richards covered him for the victory…but Apocalypse helped knock himself out….I mean, did Alex Richards beat Apocalypse or did Apocalypse beat Apocalypse?
Erin Robbins: Well, Alex got the pinfall, so he wins!
Alex celebrates in the ring, albeit the curious victory. Apocalypse lies in the ring, still passed out. Alex moves towards him and pushes him with his foot, but the giant still lie asleep on the mat. Alex exits the ring and heads towards the curtain.
The scene fades out.
Zach Davis: Well Erin, what a show we’ve had so far…things are really heating up before Asesinato De Mayo next week.
Erin Robbins: It’s going to be one Hell of a Pay-Per-View that’s for sure…
Suddenly the titantron flickers into life as we see the same old man from two weeks ago who talked about four of Britain’s greatest men to have ever existed in history and presented a fifth who is meant to be gracing the WCF Galaxy with his presence soon. The man, believed to be known as Geoffrey is standing in the same room he was two weeks ago, dressed in the same attire as before and he is simply just standing there looking into the camera and smiling.
Geoffrey: WCF Galaxy, the time has finally come…next week at Asesinato De Mayo…the best of Britain shall make himself known to you all. God bless the Queen…and God bless Great Britain!
Geoffrey then places his right hand over his heart as the British National Anthem begins playing in the background before the screen goes black.
Zach Davis: Well I guess Asesinato De Mayo just got even more interesting…
Erin Robbins: I’m getting goose bumps Zach, the best of Britain is coming to the WCF next week at Asesinato De Mayo!
Kyle Steel: The next match is set for one fall...introducing first...accompanied to the ring by Mary...from Griffen, Georgia and weighing in at 245 lbs...he is Doc 'The Cock' Hennrryyy!!!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Doc points to Mary, and the crowd cheers her slow turn, showing off what can only be described as a Bavarian Beer Hall Maid's outfit. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps through the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively, playing to the local male crowd, who are loving it.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Crawley, England by way of Bakersfield, California and weighing in at 22o lbs...he is 'The Lone Wolf' Chase Michaeeelllsss!!!!
"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, posing for the crowd before he slowly makes his way down to the ring, rolling under the bottom rope and climbing the turnbuckle. Raising his arms in a cocky fashion. Michaels holds to pose before stepping down and taking his hoodie off and waiting for the bell to ring.
Erin Robbins: That's a lot of oily muscle in the ring...oily...muscles...
Zach Davis: Erin!
Erin Robbins: Oh, right. And the match starts now!
!!!DING DING DING!!!
Both men slowly circle the ring, sizing each other up before sliding into a collar-and-elbow lockup. Henry gains the immediate advantage, taking his opponent into a side headlock before taking him down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Henry looking to ground his opponent early. Smart move by a smart wrestler.
Erin Robbins: Maybe not a good one as Chase has the better technical knowledge. On cue, Chase rolls Doc over for a pin
Doc kicks out and back over, never releasing the headlock.
Zach Davis: And Michaels rolls him over again, but Doc wisely releases his hold.
Erin Robbins: These two men are evenly matched so far Zach
Both men now to their feet, and another collar-and-elbow hookup, this time with Michaels taking Henry over with an arm drag, and holding onto an arm-bar.
Zach Davis: And now Michaels with a take-down. Both men testing the waters here.
Erin Robbins: And nice form by Michaels.
Zach Davis: On the take-down?
Erin Robbins: Just in general Zach...
Meanwhile in the ring, Henry has rolled under the arm-bar, breaking the hold with a short punch to Michael's midsection. Both men roll to their feet and circle each other, now moving with more intent.
Zach Davis: Two skilled competitors in the ring Erin. Very evenly matched.
Erin Robbins: That's true Zach.
Both men move in for a collar-and-elbow hookup, but this time Michaels strikes with a kick to the midsection, stopping Henry in his tracks. Chase follows up with a snap suplex, driving Henry hard to the mat.
Zach Davis: And now we are seeing the speed of Michaels come into play.
Erin Robbins: I knew he'd be faster than the old man.
Rebounding off the ropes, Michaels hits a knee drop on his prone opponent, rolling through to his feet and bouncing off the other ropes rebounding with a leg drop.
Zach Davis: Such agility from Michaels
Erin Robbins: And he goes for the pin!
Zach Davis: Kick out at 2! Michaels will need more than that to finish the tough southerner.
Erin Robbins: Go Chase!
Michaels pulls his opponent to his feet and spins him around, grabbing him in a rear waist-lock, trying for a German Suplex.
Zach Davis: Michaels with a German Suplex...but no Henry blocks it!
Erin Robbins: Come on Chase!
Henry hooks the leg, blocking a second attempt by Michaels and following up with a back elbow, and another. Michaels releases the hold and staggers back dazed. Doc follows up with a spear.
Zach Davis: And Henry hits the spear! He's on top, feeding Michaels lefts and rights, just unloading on him!
Erin Robbins" Closed fists are illegal! Disqualify him!
Zach Davis: Erin!
Doc pulls Michaels to his feet and hits him with a neck-breaker, floating over for the pin
Zach Davis: And Michaels kicks out at 2! Neither man giving up!
Erin Robbins: Come on Michaels. Get it together!
Doc pulls Michaels to his feet, and Chase responds with an eye rake, causing Doc to release him and stagger to the ropes, holding his eyes.
Zach Davis: And Michaels with the advantage. Dirty Trick!
Erin Robbins: All's fair in WCF Zach!
Chase grabs his opponent, whipping him into the far corner, and following up with a running high knee, causing Henry to slump in the corner, clearly dazed. Chase grabs him and sets him up on the top rope.
Zach Davis: What's Michaels going for here? Looks like a DDT!
Erin Robbins: That's it Chase!
Michaels climbs to the second turnbuckle, and grabs Henry in a front face-lock, lifting him straight up in the air, before falling backwards, impacting his opponent head first. Michaels goes for the cover
Zach Davis: Henry kicks out at 2 and a half! What heart!
Erin Robbins: Heart isn't what I'd be worried about. It's his head!
Zach Davis: How's your head Erin?
Erin Robbins: Good Zach, thanks for asking.
Zach Davis: That's what the guys in production said!
Meanwhile in the ring, Michaels is stalking his opponent waiting as Henry gets to his knees before charging in with a punt kick.
Zach Davis: The Grand Finale! He...no Henry rolls out of the ring! Looks like he had his opponent scouted there!
Doc staggers to the announce table, Michaels in hot pursuit. Michaels grabs Doc just as he reaches the table, and Henry spins and delivers a clothesline, knocking Michaels down. He turns away, meeting Mary who hands him an opened can.
Zach Davis: Is that collard greens Erin?
Erin Davis: No Zach, collard greens are not available in Germany. Not enough Rednecks I guess. That looks like Sauerkraut!
Zach Davis: But he needs collard greens. It's in the script...
Erin Robbins: When in Rome....
Zach Davis: But we're in Germany!
Henry empties the can into his mouth and chews slowly, trying to swallow the unfamiliar food.
Zach Davis: Henry having trouble getting it all down...
Erin Robbins: Is that....it is Mary just pulled a bottle of Oettinger beer out of her cleavage!
Zach Davis: I know what my next beer fridge is going to look like!
Doc takes the beer and downs it in one long swallow. Michaels has regained his feet and charges in with a forearm to the back, staggering Henry. He throws another, and Henry staggers further forward, Mary scrambling for cover. He throws a third forearm, and Henry stops dead.
Zach Davis: That's it! Henry has had enough. And it's Doc Henry with lefts and rights driving Michaels against the ring apron.
He grabs his opponent and rolls him into the ring, rolling in after him and motioning to the crowd, who cheer loudly. Michaels rolls to his feet and...
Zach Davis; Gamblers Hand! He hit the Gamblers Hand! Michaels is motionless on the mat.
Erin Robbins: He's climbing the turnbuckles! Get up Chase!
Henry looks behind him and cheers to the crowd before he flies off the top...
Zach Davis: All In! He hit it! Henry for the pin!
Zach Davis: Henry wins! Chase Michaels put up one hell of a fight, but it wasn't enough for Griffen's Finest!
“ Shepard of Fire” Hits the PA system.
Erin Robbins: Here comes Nero and Alice Pleasant- Blake. I hope, I really do hope that they shut up those Vapor Kings. All that terrible, horrible stuff they did. What they did last week too. The use of those brass knuckles. Clearly afraid and I hope that The Blakes put them down.
Zach Davis: Well it's hard to argue with success and The Vapor Kings as a two person tag team are actually..
Erin Robbins: Don't say it.
Zach Davis: Alright. They're good. But they might have their work cut out for them with The Blakes.
Nero and Alice walk out on stage to a chorus of boo's.
Zach Davis: Not well liked I see, here tonight.
Erin Robbins: They're arnt saying BOO, they're saying BOO-
Zach Davis: TISTA! Er, I mean. Testing. The crowd seems to be testing The Blakes.
The Blakes get ring as Nero climbs up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Alice before climbing in himself. They pose on separate turnbuckles, posing on two a piece before posing in the middle of the ring to the ire of the crowd.
“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” Hits the PA system, cutting off “ Shepard of Fire.” Buddy Roman walks out on stage with microphone on hand. Roman gets a “BOO!” by the crowd that drowns out his opening statement.
Zach Davis: Now that is a hated man.
Roman: Yes. Yes, do not worry. I can hear you, I have the microphone. Now is the time though when you must hear me. More importantly, The Blakes must hear me. Can you hear me, Nero? Can you hear me;son? I just wanted to let you know that there are no hard feelings between me and you. I- I forgive you the way you treated her and I must say that she absolutely loved the way I treated her. All.night.long.
Roman shakes his hips like the walrus version of Elvis which enrages Nero as he leans over the ropes and yells at Roman.
Nero: Get in here so I can kick your ass!
Roman: Oh no, my son. If you want your father, you'll have to come up here and get him. But wait! Wait, wait,wait. Before you do -
Roman looks at his watch.
Roman: Times up. Now you gotta chose.
Erin Robbins: Choose, choose what?
Zach Davis: It's Vapor Kings! They were under the ring!
Erin Robbins: Those cowardly sons of bitches!
Vapor Kings try to get the jump on The Blakes but Alice notices them first and starts trading punches with DLO. ZMAC catches Nero off guard but Nero quickly rebounds and all four wrestlers are trading right hands in the middle of the ring.
Zach Davis: Alice with a clothesline to DLO!
Erin Robbins: Nero with a spine buster to ZMAC!
Zach Davis: The Blakes are in control.
Both of The Vapor Kings kip up to their feet.
Erin Robbins: DLO with a superman punch! Alice tumbles backwards and out to the apron
Zach Davis: Superman punch by Nero! I think ZMAC just lost whatever few teeth he had left in his mouth!
ZMAC stumbles backwards, staggering towards the turnbuckle as DLO and Nero square off, trading more right hands!
Erin Robbins: And it'll be Nero and DLO to start things off!
Nero and Dlo lock up in the middle of the ring and try to muscle each other around but Nero's rage proves the better of DLO as Nero breaks the hold, kicking DLO in the gut. DLo doubles over as Nero hits the ropes, coming back with a big boot to the side of the head that drops the ninja turtle mad man. Nero picks up DLO and lays him to him with european uppercuts before whipping off the ropes and dropping him with a clothesline. Nero picks up DLO for a suplex but DLO floats over and hits a reverse DDT, changing the momentum of the match. DLO kneels down now and starts hammering away at Nero as Nero tries to fight through it, getting to his feet. DLO winds up for a hay maker..
Erin Robbins: And Nero drops DLO with a leaping heel kick! Nicely done.
Nero picks up DLO and tries for a belly to belly but its blocked! He tries again and it's blocked a second time!
Zach Davis: DLO with a rack to the eyes!
Zach Davis: Nero getting that shoulder up in a hurry. Strong kick out.
DLO gets Nero up for a German suplex but Nero steps behind him.
Erin Robbins: Now Nero with a german suplex! And another! And another!
Zach Davis: Nero seems to be an impressive tactician.
Erin Robbins: The Blakes really holding their own against The Vapor Kings.
Nero picks DLO up and whips him into The Blake's corner and tags in Alice. Nero holds DLO in the corner as Alice hits repeated kicks to the stomach followed by a few elbow smashes before whiping DLO into the turnbuckle to their right.
Erin Robbins: DLO hits the buckle hard!
Zach Davis: Here comes Alive!
DLO gets the boot up in time to step Alice in her tracks.
Zach Davis: DLO staggers out of the corner. He's going for ZMAC!
Erin Robbins: ZMAC is tagged in! This just got unwatchable.
ZMAC hits the ring as Alice wastes no time in coming after him with a flying forearm smash that staggers The Honey Badger. Alice comes in again but gets grabbed around the throat and lifted up for a choke slam!
Erin Robbins: Alice floats through it!
Zach Davis: But ZMAC reaching back and slamming Alice to the mat by her hair!
ZMAC picks Alice up but theres still a lot of fight left in her sa she tries to battle out from ZMAC grasp but ends up getting Irished whipped into the ropes. Alice comes back as ZMAC scoops her up with a gorilla press!
Erin Robbins: Nero hits the ring!
Zach Davis: Spear!
DLO hits the ring, picking up Nero and tossing him right out of the ring through the middle ropes! Dlo picks up Alice and throws her over the top ropes!
Zach Davis: Whats DLO doing now?
DLO hits the ropes and runs towards ZMAC who goes from one knee to a vertical position, lifting DLO up and launching him like a rocket out of the ring and onto The Blakes!
Erin Robbins: And all three crash and burn!
ZMAC gets out of the ring and goes right after Alice, He tries to whip her into the steel steps but she reverses and ZMAC hits shoulder first!
Alice takes off running, leaping onto the bottom section of of the stairs and coming right down on ZMACs chest with feet!
Alice picks up ZMAC and tosses him into the steel post and rears back for a forearm smash.
Zach Davis: ZMAC ducked out of the way!
Erin Robbins: Alice may have just broken her arm.
ZMAC rolls Alive back into the ring before sliding back in.
Erin Robbins: And here comes Roman back down to the ring like last week.
ZMAC picks Alice up but she sweeps his legs and sets him up for a slingshot!
Zach Davis: The Impossible Thing! ZMAC just cracked his skull off the turnbuckle post!
Erin Robbins: Painting The Roses Red! She hits it!
Zach Davis: ZMAC is almost a foot taller and has almost a hundred pounds on Alice and yet she powerslams him anyway! But whats Roman doing!? Is he planting Brass knuckes in the Blakes Corner?
Erin Robbins: Alice with the pin!
Zach Davis:The ref looks over and sees the knuckles sitting on the apron! He foes over to kick them out of the ring.
Erin Robbins: ZMAC with a schoolboy
Alice kicks out!
ZMAC makes the tag to DLO as Alice tries to crawl towards Nero but is stopped by DLO pulling on her leg! DLO wraps Alice up and puts her on his back..
Erin Robbins: Going for Shell Shocked!
Zach Davis: NO!! Nero with the save again! SUPER KICK! DLO is out!
The ref forces Nero back into his Corner as Buddy Roman walks over to ZMAC and hands him something.
Erin Robbins: More brass knuckles?
Zach Davis: Sure as hell wasn’t stock tips!
Erin Robbins: Alice tags in Nero!
Zach Davis: Nero hots the ring as DLO is still on the ground.
Erin Robbins: DLO with a superman punch out of no where! Kipping up to feet!
The punch rocks Nero back into his corner as DLO chargers for a splash but gets nothing! Nero had ducked out of the way and comes back with a Superman punch of his own.
Erin Robbins: Buddy Roman on the apron, distracts the ref!
ZMAC hits the ring and comes flying at Nero!
Zach Davis: ZMAC and the brass knuckles connect!
Erin Robbins: NO!
Alice runs along the apron to punch Roman but Roman pulls the ref into the line of fire!
Zach Davis: And Roman sides in another pair of knucks and walks away as if nothing even happen!
DLO slips the knucks on as Alice hits the ring but she too get KO'd by the brass knuckles.
Erin Robbins: Here comes a second ref!
Zach Davis: DLO locks in that double chicken wing! The Brooklyn Bridge!
Erin Robbins: Nero's KO'd by those knucks!
The ref calls for the bell!
Zach Davis: Nero Blake is out cold. The ref calls for the bell. Vapor Kings steal another one!
The Vapor Kings slide out of the ring and hop the crowd barrier with Vapor Kings on their knuckles and another win in the books!
Kyle Steel: The following match is a FATAL FOUR WAY PEOPLE'S TITLE CONTENDERSHIP MATCH!
The lights go dark and "The Mob Rules" by Black Sabbath begins to play with it's guitar solo. The people look around, confused to who it could be. A single foggy light moves up from the stage and it is revealed the mystery wrestler is Jordan Ciserano. He is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up looking darker and more focused than ever. The lights than turn on to normal and the fans begin to cheer... than boo in more confusion than in the beginning of the entrance as he begins to move down the aisle. The fans in Germany reach out their hands in hopes of him reaching out and touching them like he usually does, but to no prevail. Jordan just walks down the aisle to the bottom of the ring apron he gets a microphone from one of the camera men. He stops for a brief moment to let the boo's reign in as if he enjoys it. He climbs onto the ring and enters through the second rope. The music turns off as he makes it to the center of the ring where a spotlight goes upon him as he says in a deep voice.
"The mob will not rule today, for only I will."
The boo's continue as Jordan throws the microphone out of the ring and he raise his hands to show dominance over the crowd. He then walks to the corner in anticipation for the match to begin staring down his opponents ready to attack.
"The End Of Heartache" by Killswitch Engage starts playing over the PA. Colin steps on to the stage and stares around for a moment. He points out to the crowd before running down the ramp and sliding in to the ring. He walks towards the ropes and steps on to the second rope and taunts before springing off and awaiting the start of the match.
Kyle Steel: Next, from McKinney, Texas... weighing two hundred pounds... COLIN MARSHALL!
"Ready to Start" by Arcade Fire hits the PA and Peter Quinn quickly comes out the curtain, trying not to make too much of a scene. He practically jogs to get to the ring, slipping inside and standing still till the bell rings.
Kyle Steel: Now approaching the ring, from Seattle, Washington... weighing two hundred and five pounds... PETER QUINN!
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Kyle Steel: And finally, from Apache Junction, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... BRYAN "BUZZ" WORTHY!
Zach Davis: It isn't often that Buzz Worthy is the biggest guy in the ring.
DING DING DING
Erin Robbins: You've got that right. He's the only one who looks like he weighs over a buck fifty.
Zach Davis: Well, the other guys are all around two hundred pounds, but whatever.
Erin Robbins: They look like they should be writing fake wrestling on a computer or something. Not actually wrestling.
Zach Davis: What's that supposed to mean?
Erin Robbins: Nevermind.
Buzz Worthy and Ciserano are trading right hands, as Marshall has Quinn in a headlock. Quinn shoves off Marshall and swings wildly, but Colin ducks it and lifts Peter for a scoop slam. Worthy has Ciserano in the corner and hitting him with knife edge chops. Worthy whips Ciserano to the opposite corner, but Ciserano runs up the corner and back flips over Worthy, landing on his feet. Worthy turns around and gets kicked in the gut by Ciserano. Marshall and Jordan nod at each other and then lift Worthy, dropping him across the ropes for momentum in a double slingshot suplex.
Zach Davis: Double teaming the big guy.
Erin Robbins: He's not even that big!
Zach Davis: Alright, the RELATIVELY big guy.
Worthy rolls out of the ring to take a breather. Ciserano and Marshall turn their attention to Quinn, who is backing away defensively.
Zach Davis: Can't say I blame him. Two on one isn't exactly a fair fight!
Ciserano boots Quinn in the gut-- but Peter catches the leg! He looks surprised that he caught it. He spins Jordan around-- and Marshall hits Ciserano with a dropkick! Ciserano stumbles back, and Peter Quinn drops him with a running clothesline. Quinn and Marshall stomp Ciserano.
Erin Robbins: There's no loyalty in the world anymore.
Zach Davis: Loyalty to what?! None of these guys owe each other anything!
Worthy finally slides back into the ring and grabs Quinn from behind. He hits Quinn with a right hand. Worthy then wrenches his arm and then hits a double knee armbreaker. Quinn stumbles back, holding his arm, and Worthy drops him with a running forearm smash. Meanwhile, Colin Marshall has Ciserano backed in the corner and hitting him with knees to the gut. Colin with a snapmare to Ciserano out of the corner, and then Worthy hits a running knee to Jordan's face.
Erin Robbins: Jordan Ciserano is having trouble gaining traction here. He keeps getting double teamed.
Worthy and Marshall eye each other and they lock up. Worthy puts Marshall in a front facelock but Marshall twists out of it and goes behind him with a waistlock-- German suplex by Colin Marshall, bridging for the pin.
Peter Quinn dives with a double axehandle, breaking up the pin. Quinn stomps on Jordan Ciserano who is trying to get to his feet. Ciserano gets to a knee and Quinn hits a right hand but Jordan catches him with a good elbow to the gut. Quinn doubles over and Ciserano catches him with a super kick!
Zach Davis: BOOM! Oh... wait..
Worthy rolls to his feet and Ciserano catches HIM with a super kick! Jordan is feeling it and getting pumped up as he measures Marshall. Marshall anticipates the super kick and ducks it, slipping behind Ciserano and rolling him up!
Erin Robbins: Jordan rolls out of it!
Marshall tries to catch Jordan but when he gets up, Worthy is there with a jumping calf kick. Worthy with a floatover DDT and he pins Colin Marshall.
Zach Davis: Ciserano breaks the pin! People's Title shot on the line.
Marshall gets up, Ciserano hits him with a super kick!
Erin Robbins: Got him that time!
Worthy gets up, Peter Quinn hits him with a knee to the gut, following by an uppercut. With Worthy stumbling, Quinn leaps for a sloppy dropkick that hits it's mark nonetheless! Worthy goes over the top rope to ringside. Quinn is feeling good but Ciserano rolls him up from behind.
Erin Robbins: Now it's Colin Marshall with the save.
Marshall floors Quinn with a codebreaker. As Peter Quinn hits his back, Ciserano does a somersault and executes Rolling Thunder on him. Ciserano rolls off of Quinn and Marshall flies from out of nowhere with a mushroom stomp!
Zach Davis: 1UP!
Marshall pins Ciserano!
Zach Davis: NO! Buzz Worthy pulls Marshall off Ciserano and drags him to the outside!
Worthy and Marshall start brawling outside the ring. Quinn and Ciserano are both laid out on the mat. Worthy whips Marshall into the guardrail. He walks him over to the announcer table and slams Colin's head on the table. He rolls Marshall back into the ring and follows him. He hauls Marshall over his shoulder and begins an airplane spin!
Erin Robbins: ARIZONA BULL RIDE!
Worthy finishes the move with a double axehandle to the top of Marshall's head. He stumbles a bit before dropping down and pinning Colin Marshall.
Zach Davis: Ciserano with a moonsault onto both Worthy and Marshall!
Erin Robbins: That's one way to break a pin!
Ciserano sits up-- and Peter Quinn hits him with a shining wizard!
Zach Davis: THIS MOVE KILLS FASCISTS!
Quinn stands up, smiling. Worthy, Ciserano and Marshall are all laid out. Quinn decides to pin Worthy.
Erin Robbins: Buzz Worthy with a shoudler up!
Zach Davis: Wow. These guys really want that People's Title shot!
Quinn pulls up Worthy. He swings but Worthy dodges and grabs his arm, going behind him with a hammerlock. Quinn tries to elbow out but Worthy grabs his leg and lifts him for a shin breaker. Worthy stomps on Quinn but he doesn't realize that Marshall is back up. Marshall hits the ropes and as Worthy spins around, he gets caught with a diving crossbody! Marshall stays on him for the pin.
Worthy rolls over, reversing the pin!
Ciserano comes flying off the top rope with a 450 splash on top of both men!
Zach Davis: OOF! Jordan Ciserano with another save!
Erin Robbins: This is madness.
The bell rings.
Zach Davis: Zuh?
Kyle Steel: I've just received word that Seth Lerch has randomly decided that this match has come to a TIME LIMIT DRAW!
Erin Robbins: What the fuck?
Zach Davis: But it's a Contendership match. Who is going to face Chelsea?
Kyle Steel: As such, since all competitors were equal... ALL FOUR will face Chelsea Black Armstrong for the People's Championship!
Erin Robbins: Sounds like everyone won. Hooray!
Slam cuts to a promo studio where Marina Valdivia is seated. She's in her wrestling gear, though she has her custom made "No Fear, No Negativity" t-shirt over her top. She looks determined as she begins to speak.
Marina Valdivia: I've gotten so many questions about this match. I've experienced such a rush of emotion in the last three weeks.
She pauses as she thinks about her encounter last week with the Shadow Demons.
Marina Valdivia: I wasn't happy with the Shadow Demons interrupting our moment last week when Stacy and I officially formed the Trinity. I had just come off a hell of a win against Colin Marshall, there was even a beautiful sportsmanship moment afterward, and things were going great. And then Denise and Rider come out and try to talk down to us like we're nobody.
She smirks, upon realizing something.
Marina Valdivia: But you know what? It means nothing. I wish them best of luck tonight in the cage, but they are no different from John Gable and his crew of S-PAC cronies. They talk down to people like they're nothing. Hell, they even talk down to EACH OTHER. It's so ridiculously sad that a group of scumbags like them exist but tonight, I may not be able to shut them down, but Stacy and I can definitely blow a hole open in their egotistical fabric when one of us becomes Television Champion....not CINEMA CHAMPIOn John Gable....TV Champion. On the surface, it may seem like we don't stand much of a chance. However, all my life I've proven people wrong. Now, I can't speak for Stacy personally, but I can tell you, personally, what becoming TV Champion would mean to me.
Marina reaches down for something, then brings it up to camera view. It's a championship belt, but it's not a WCF title belt.
Marina Valdivia: This is one of my previous championships, the HCW Television Championship. Yes, I've been a TV Champion before, even if it's been years. But let me tell you the significance of this title. Six years ago, I won it in a unification match. I was the Intercontinental Champion and upon unification with this belt, I became INTERNATIONAL Champion. Winning that unification match was a thrilling feeling, as that win made me an instant credible contender in HCW. I eventually moved up to even greater heights a few months later. Winning WCF's TV championship would give me that instant credibility that I know will take me to greater heights in this company. That's what this retired title means as far as my career progression. Winning that title tonight would mean the world to me, and no fear or negativity is going to stop me.
She pauses as she puts down the HCW TV title out of camera view.
Marina Valdivia: Of course, this is a TEAM match. If Stacy becomes the Television Champion, I am PERFECTLY fine with that because that title is out of the ranks of S-PAC and it's back in the hands of someone that will bring dignity and value to that championship as well as someone who will give it the proper respect it deserves! Gable, Synn, it's curtains for you two because that Television championship, one way or another, will be saved by the Trinity tonight!
With that, the scene fades to black.
Zach Davies: We got a great tag match coming up next. What’s wrong Erin? You don’t look excited.
Erin Robbins: I am excited.
Zach Davis: Not as excited as you did when I told you I might take a vacation later this year.
“Feel Good Inc.” by the Gorillaz hits the PA system and out walks Natural ICE Beckman. He is holding a can of beer in one hand and he has the United States Title in the other. He takes a moment on the entrance ramp to soak in the crowd’s cheers.
Erin Robbins: What is that drunk doing here?
Zach Davis: I am not sure, but lately he has been defiantly being doing his best to get involved with SPAC business, mainly Chelsea’s business.
ICE Beckman takes his time, high fiving fans and stealing a drink of beer when allowed. ICE finally makes his way around the ring and walks up to the announcers table.
Erin Robbins: Oh no.
ICE finishes off his own beer and throws the can into the sea of German WCF fans. He then finds the extra headset, puts it on and sits down at the announcer’s table.
Zach Davis: Natural ICE Beckman, what brings you out here?
ICE: I figured since I have the week off, I would at least make an appearance as an announcer in some random match.
Erin Robbins: Random? Huh?
ICE: Just trying to be a team player Erin. You know for the good of the WCF.
Erin Robbins: Sure you are, and the fact Chelsea will be out here has nothing to do with it.
ICE: Oh, Chelsea is wrestling next? I didn’t know that, hmmm, this should be interesting.
The arena goes black and then the WCFtron pops on with "The Jerks" written in red on it. "Going to Hell" by The Pretty Reckless starts playing as smoke and white lights hit the entranceway. Out walks Mohammad followed by The Big Time Jerks in matching black robes with "BTJ" written in silver on the back of them. They stroll towards the ring with chants of "BTJ" ringing threw the arena. Mohammad has the ref hold the ropes open for the Jerks and himself. They stand in the middle of the ring and disrobe as the fans go nuts.
Kyle Steel: Coming our first....the team of "The Villain" Adam Young......and "The Manstar" Austin Adams...together they are...The Big Time Jerks.
Zach Davis: Say what you will about these two’s personalities, but their past speaks for itself.
ICE: Well if they want people to keep speaking about them, they need to worry less about titles long gone and start thinking about the future.
Erin Robbins: Speaking about a future you need to worry about ICE, here comes Seifer and Chelsea.
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.
ICE: Nice to see Chelsea has been released from where ever Scott had her locked up.
Erin Robbins: You keep stalking her like you have, you’ll be the one locked up ICE.
Seifer sees ICE Beckman smiling at the announcers table. Seifer begins to yell at ICE Beckman as Chelsea takes her spot in her team’s corner. Seifer is pointing and yelling at ICE as the ring bell dings and Adam Young runs at Seifer driving his elbow into the back of Seifer’s head. Young begins to hit Seifer with a fury of fists!
Zach Davis: Quick start by Adam Young.
ICE: Seifer does seem to lack a bit of focus. I don’t know what about me makes him so mad.
Erin Robbins: Probably the fact you won’t leave his wife alone.
ICE: All I want is to be friends with her, just like I do with you Erin.
Erin Robbins: Don’t touch me.
Back in the ring Adam has Seifer back into a corner and tries to ramp his shoulder into his gut, but Seifer is able to spring up, land on Adam’s back, hook his feet into Adam’s armpits and flip him down for a quick roll up, 1...2...kick out by Adam Young.
Zach Davis: Seifer and Young both back to their feet and are exchanging punches!
Seifer ducks under a massive punch by Adam, kicks Young in the gut and swings him down to the mat with a swinging neck-breaker! Seifer rolls to hit feet, bounces off the ropes and drops a knee onto the face of Adam Young. He hooks Young’s leg for an early cover, 1...2...kick out by Adam.
Erin Robbins: Seifer sure moves quick like a cat.
ICE: He is moody like one too.
Seifer gets Adam up to his feet, but Adam is quick to free himself from his grasp hits a jaw breaker. Adam Young tags in Austin Adams. Austin is quick into the ring and begins to stomp on the downed Seifer. Austin drags Seifer to his feet and begins to wear him down with a few forearms to the back of his head; Austin then slams Seifer backwards onto the mat with a back drop driver!
Zach Davis: Sick move there, Austin is trying for a cover, 1...2...Kick Out!
ICE: Great job by Chelsea.
Erin Robbins: All she did was yell for Seifer to kick out.
ICE: And she did a great job of it.
Austin tags back in Adam Young. Adam holds Seifer by the arms as Austin winds up for an open shot on the head of Seifer. Seifer however is able to wiggle free and Austin hits Adam Young instead! The ref begins to push Austin from the ring, as Seifer grabs Young by the arm, twists it around, kicks Adam in the back of the knee before planting him with a reverse DDT!
Erin Robbins: And Seifer just tagged in Chelsea!
ICE: Business is picking up!
Erin Robbins: Oh, keep it in your pants.
ICE: Oh, you wish Erin.
Erin reacts with a shiver to ICE’s remark as Chelsea has wasted no time attacking Adam Young with some boots to his head! Adam catches one of her boots and throws her aside so he can get back up. Adam tries to kick her in the gut, but Chelsea grabs his leg, pulls Adam closer and nails him with a Swinging Fisherman Neck-breaker!
Zach Davis: Chelsea is going for the cover, 1...2...broken up by Austin!
ICE: What a jerk!
Erin Robbins: Nice move by Chelsea there, probably taught to her by Scott Savage.
ICE: Just like how he also taught her how to be afraid.
Zach gets Erin and ICE focused back on the action as Chelsea has The Villain in the corner. Chelsea lands a solid European uppercut and then climbs up to the second rope as the fans count along with her punches to Adam’s forehead, 1...2...3. Adam throws Chelsea off the ropes, but she lands on her feet. Adam runs at her and she flattens him with a clothesline!
Zach Davis: Right in the kisser!
Erin Robbins: But she isn’t going for a cover, she is never focused!
ICE: Watch it now Erin.
Chelsea is stalking Adam as he gets up to his feet. As Young turns towards her she nails him with a Shinning Wizard kick! Adam falls flat on his face, as Chelsea is quick to turn him over for a cover, 1...2...kick out by Adam! Chelsea gets Adam up and throws him into the ropes, he bounces off and like a flash Chelsea is on top of him and hooks him with her legs into an Octopus Stretch!!
Zach Davis: The Dream Catcher!
Erin Robbins: She has it locked on right in the middle of the ring! Is this over?
ICE: Watch out Chelsea!
Austin is again into the ring and gets a free shot at the back of Chelsea’s skull with a closed fist! Seifer jumps the ropes to run into the ring, but the ref stops him as the fans boo the stupid zebra looking man. The big time jerks earn their name as they use the distraction to nail Chelsea with a Double DDT!
Zach Davis: Those jerks call that move, Pie Faced.
Erin Robbins: Look at you ICE! You look pretty worried for a girl that is just your “friend”.
ICE: I was just worried that guy in the front row was going to spill his beer, that’s all.
Erin Robbins: Sure.
The ref finally turns away from Seifer in order to a see Austin pinning Chelsea, 1...2...Kick Out by Chelsea! Austin keeps up the offense by getting Chelsea up and throwing her into his team’s corner with a mighty thud! Chelsea stays on her feet, stumbles from the corner and into the arms of Austin for a belly to belly suplex!
Zach Davis; Austin is trying for a cover.
Erin Robbins: 1...2....Kick Out by Chelsea!
ICE: That’s my girl- I mean, this sure is a fine athletic display of true WCF superstars!
Austin and Adams show good team work thanks to Mohammad with another quick tag. This time they nail Chelsea with a double stalling vertical suplex! Afterwards Adams mocks Seifer just enough to get the world title number one contender into the ring! The ref stops him, which allows the two Jerks even more double teaming time!
Zach Davis: Come on ref, turn around!
ICE: I’ve always wondered why the match didn’t just have another official outside of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Think of the cost of that, ICE.
ICE: Oh yeah, I forgot how cheap Seth is, never mind.
Seifer is back into his corner, as the ref turns back to see Adam Young trying a cover, 1...2....kick out by Chelsea! Adam scoop slams Chelsea hard onto the mat and then is quick to hop up to the second rope. Adam pats his elbow and plays to the crowd, before jumping off for an elbow splash that connects with the ring mat!
Zach Davis: Chelsea rolled out of the way! She needs to tag in Seifer!
ICE: I don’t know, I think her best strategy might be to just get the job done herself; Seifer looks tired.
Erin Robbins: She got the tag! And Seifer doesn’t look tired at all to me!
Seifer hits the ring like a bat out of hell, knocking Adam to the mat with a flying lariat, then heading over and nailing Austin with a flying lariat! Seifer turns back to Adam and nails him with a drop kick. Adam is able to stay on his feet and stumble off the ropes, upon his return Seifer nails him with a hurricanrana that he turns into a pin by hooking Adam’s legs, 1...2...Broken Up by Austin!
Zach Davis: That was close!
ICE: Maybe I should go check on Chelsea.
Erin Robbins: Just stay right there!
Chelsea is obviously fine as she spears Austin throw the ropes and outside the ring!! The crowd pops big for the high risk move and they stay on their feet as Seifer begins to climb to the top rope. But Adam is back up to his feet and desperately dives towards the top rope! The last ditched effort is enough to get Seifer to lose his balance and come down crotch first onto the top turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Ouchie! That had to hurt!
ICE: Ouchie? What kind of play by play is that?
Erin Robbins: Yeah, this is what I have to put up with every week.
Adam begins to climb up to meet with Seifer on the top rope as Chelsea and Austin are still brawling on the outside with the ref trying to regain order and also making sure Mohammad keeps out of it. Adam slams his fist onto the face of Seifer, 1...2....3, Seifer blocks the fourth and shot and nails Adam right in the nose with a head butt. Adam’s eyes roll back into his head as he falls like a mighty redwood all the way to the mat below!
Zach Davis: Seifer is steading himself.
Erin Robbins: This might be over soon.
ICE: Oh, I hope not, I will miss you Erin.
Erin Robbins: Shut up ICE.
Seifer leaps from the ropes like an angel falling from heaven and nails Adam in the head with a double foot stomp!!
Zach Davis: That’s Seifer’s finisher, The Angel’s Landing!!
Austin throws Chelsea into the ring steps as the ref turns to see Seifer covering Adam for a pin.
Zach Davis: One...Two...Thr-
Erin Robbins: NO! Broken up by Austin Adams!
Seifer holds the back of his head where Austin hit him with an elbow as Young is out cold. Seifer begins to roll towards his corner as Mohammad is up on the apron.
ICE: And here comes the shenanigans.
The ref is ordering the Big Time Jerks manager off the apron as Austin runs into the ring and pulls Adam all the way into their corner. The crowd boos the cheap move by BTJ as Mohammad finally jumps down from the ring apron. The ref turns just in time to see Seifer tag in Chelsea and somehow Adam Young is able to lift an arm enough to tag in Austin Adams.
Zach Davis: Two fresh wrestlers! Here we go!
Chelsea ducks under his clothesline, and tries a haymaker punch, but he blocks it and pulls her in for his finisher, a version of the Pittsburgh plunge!
Erin Robbins: He has her up in the air!
ICE: No worries.
_ENDING #1 Seraphim WINS>>>>>>>>
Zach Davis: Chelsea floats over and out of the finisher!
Erin Robbins: Austin turns and out of nowhere she hits the-
ICE: Fade to Black!!
Zach Davis: Adam is trying to come in, Seifer stops him! Cover by Chelsea!
Erin Robbins: One...Two...
Erin Robbins: Hey! You stepped on my call...twice!
ICE: Whoops, chalk that up to a rookie’s mistake I guess.
The ref hands the People’s champ her title, before raising both Seifer and Chelsea’s hands for a Seraphim victory! The crowd cheers their effort as the Big Time Jerks make their way to the back with Mohammad leading the way.
Kyle Steel: The winners of this match...the team of...Seraphim!!!!
ICE: Well, that’s my cue.
Zach Davis: Where is he going?
Erin Robbins: Who cares, as long as he is going.
ICE throws puts down his head set and climbs up onto the ring apron. Chelsea sees him first; then Seifer turns from the crowd. Seifer begins to yell at ICE, who just smiles back. ICE keeps his eyes locked on Chelsea as Seifer grabs her by the arm and begin to guide her out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Look at Chelsea, she hasn’t taken her eyes off ICE.
Erin Robbins: Neither has Seifer, and his eyes have fire in them!
Zach Davis: What is going on here?
ICE just keeps looking at Chelsea. Chelsea walks from the ring, with her hand in Seifer’s, but her eyes on ICE. Seifer turns to walk back down the aisle as ICE climbs into the center of the ring. Chelsea then turns away from the ring and walks back with her husband. Just before they walk to the back Chelsea takes one last look at the United States Champion.
Zach Davis: What was that about?
Erin Robbins: ICE is just a dumb drunk, meddling where he doesn’t belong.
Zach Davis: Well two things seem to be for sure, nice win by Seraphim tonight; and this ICE and Chelsea thing doesn’t seem to be over.
The crowd pops as we see WCF World Champion, "The Mack" Steve Orbit walking through the halls backstage. He comes to his personal locker room and stands in front of the door. He looks a bit paranoid, looking both ways before he opens the door and enters, quickly shutting it behind him.
Inside the locker room, Orbit takes off his mink coat and folds it a couple of times, laying it on a nearby bench. He opens his locker and takes out his ring gear... and then he looks surprised. He takes out a DVD with "WATCH ME" written on it in black Sharpie.
He zips open his gym bag and takes out his laptop. That's right, he always has a computer with him. He sets up the laptop and opens the CD/DVD drive. He puts the DVD in the drive and shuts it. We get a close-up of the video.
It's dark outside in a parking lot. As the camera pans to show the building, we realize we're outside Club Violet. Crowds of people are exiting the club through the front door. Through the back, we see several ladies gathered. We recognize one of the girls-- it's Jewell, the girl who was nailed to Orbit's dressing room door last week. Orbit's brings his fist to his mouth and bites down on his knuckles.
He continues to watch as Jewell breaks away from the crowd and walks off on her own, towards her vehicle. She takes her car keys out of her purse and unlocks her Lexus SUV via remote. She enters the driver's side. As soon as she shuts the door, we see a figure in the back seat. The figure throws a bag over Jewell's head. She struggles, but soon she is unconscious. The masked man shoves her into the passenger seat and then gets behind the wheel. Soon after, the Lexus drives out of the parking lot.
At this point, Orbit is pacing back and forth as he watches this unfold. The video cuts and there is static for a moment, until it picks back up in his locker room from last week. Jewell is shown, beaten and unconscious, being nailed to the door. The masked man turns around, and lifts up his mask...
Seifer Black Armstrong stares into the camera and begins to laugh sadistically. The feed cuts.
Orbit picks up the laptop and throws it on the ground. He begins to lose his shit. He punches the wall and kicks his locker so hard it pops open, leaving a big dent. He storms out of the locker room.
Steve Orbit: SEIFER!
Orbit yells as he heads down the hall, looking for Seifer Black Armstrong.
‘Love, Fury, Passion, Energy’ by Boy Hits Car begins to play through the PA system, when the song kicks in, Marina Valdivia and Stacy Jones walk out onto the stage followed by Tayla Williams. The fans cheer wildly as they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring…being accompanied by Tayla Williams…at a combined weight of 278 pounds…the team of Marina Valdivia and Stacy Jones! The…Trinity!
The three women roll into the ring and both Stacy and Marina climb opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms above their heads as Tayla nods and points to both of them. Marina and Stacy climb down off the turnbuckle and begin talking strategy as ‘Love, Fury, Passion, Energy’ fades out.
"Swamped" by Lacuna Coil hits as Synn starts to make his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, first from Birmingham, Alabama weighing in at 250 pounds, SYNN!
"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......he is the WCF Television Champion.....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: This is definitely going to be an interesting one. The Television Championship is on the line as the Trinity take on two-thirds of a Trios finalist, John Gable and Synn.
Erin Robbins: I'm not sure how well those two will get along. But, it doesn't really matter. They are the more experienced wrestlers at the end of the day in matches like this.
Stacy Jones is the first to step into the ring. As for the other team, Synn decides to lead this match off.
DING! DING! DING!
Stacy goes right after SYnn, but SYnn knocks her down quickly with a clothesline. Stacy drops down to the mat, and Synn drops on her and starts unleashing some heavy punches on her face. The referee finally steps in there to break it up. Synn then steps back and measures Stacy. Stacy gets up and Synn grabs her and whips her into the ropes. Stacy comes back off the ropes and Synn throws in an elbow dropping Stacy to the mat again. Synn picks Stacy up off the mat and then drops her with a backbreaker. Synn wastes no time as he goes for the first cover of the match.
Erin Robbins: Stacy shouldn't have come out of the box like that. Look what that's doing for her team.
Zach Davis: It's still early in the match, so I wouldn't put any stock in that. And there's the first tag, as Synn tags in the self-proclaimed "Cinema Champion."
Erin Robbins: By the way, this broadcast is in a 2.35:1 aspect ratio!
Zach Davis: What does that have to do with anything?
Erin Robbins: Gable wanted to know...
Zach Davis: Well, back to the action know and Gable has a sleeper hold on Stacy....
Stacy is struggling to get out of the sleeper hold. Gable is yelling at the cameraman to come in closer so the fans can get a closer look at his current 'dominance'. Stacy is able to get to a knee. She then elbows constantly, but Gable just throws her down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Wow, this is not looking good for the Trinity. Marina seems like she just wants to get in there.
Erin Robbins: I don't see why, she's just going to lose to Gable again.
Zach Davis: Gable up on the top rope. Stacy could be in trouble.
Stacy stands up and Gable leaps off and attempts a flying knee to the head. However, Stacy moves out of the way and Gable lands hard on his left knee. Stacy takes full advantage of this as she locks in a single-leg crab on the injured left knee of Gable. Gable is yelling at the camera guys to cut away now that he's in a bad situation. Stacy has the hold locked on tight, but Gable still has plenty left in him to inch his way toward the ropes and grab them to break the hold after a half-minute. Stacy breaks the hold as Gable rolls out of the ring. Gable limps toward the announce table, but Stacy runs at him, dives through the ropes and knocks him down outside the ring! The fans deliver a great pop for this.
Zach Davis: Great suicide dive by Stacy and the champion is down!
Stacy gets up and waits for Gable to do the same. Once he does, Stacy grabs him and rolls him into the ring. She gets in herself and makes the cover.
Gable grabs the rope.
Erin Robbins: Even with that, it still wasn't enoughthere.
Stacy gets up and sees Gable try to crawl toward his corner. Stacy grabs him by the leg and tries to drag him back. However, Gable was able touse his strength advantage to break free and make a desperate lunge to Synn to tag him in. Synn dashes in and tries a clothesline, but Stacy ducks and then connects with a spinning heel kick to the back of Synn's head. Synn goes down and Stacy walks toward her corner and tags in Marina Valdivia.
Zach Davis: And here's Marina, about to participate in the match for the first time.
Marina climbs from the apron to the top rope. Synn gets up and Marina leaps and then takes him down with a hurricanrana. Synn bounces off the ropes, back to Marina who then knees him in the gut and takes him down with a Tornado DDT. The fans are cheering her offense. Marina stands up and sees Synn on his knees, holding his neck. Marina then runs toward him and delivers a running kick to the chest, knocking him completely down to the mat. However, Gable comes running in and delivers a hard clothesline knocking her down. The fans boo this.
Zach Davis: Now that's just uncalled for! What a champion John Gable is with such pathetic behavior like that!
Erin Robbins: What a champion indeed!
Stacy runs in and chases Gable out of the ring. The referee then gets in Stacy's way and an argument happens. Gable runs in and demands a close up from the cameraman again. He and Synn then start to double team Marina with constant stomps and kicks. Stacy finally gets back to her corner. Synn gets Marina up as Gable leaves the ring again. Synn drops her with a scoop slam. Marina is able to get up and Synn grabs her. Synn delivers a couple of right hands before he brings her down with a short arm clothesline. Synn then waits as she stands up. Marina does stand up, though she's a bit groggy. Synn picks her up and drops her with a vertical suplex into a pinfall attempt.
Stacy breaks it up!
Stacy doesn't get to help for long as Gable comes in again and takes her down with a running elbow. Gable kicks Stacy out of the ring and gets back to his corner just as Synn had dragged Marina there. Synn tags in Gable and the two have Marina in a precarious position. The two whip her into the ropes and when she comes back toward them, they drop her with ease with a double clothesline. The referee then tells Synn to get back to his corner. This distraction allows Gable to drag Marina up by the hair, and then rake her in the eyes. The fans boo his actions. Gable's next move is to get Marina up, only to drop her to the mat with a death valley driver. Gable swoops in and makes the cover.
Erin Robbins: Stacy still hasn't got back to her corner. Marina is in serious trouble!
Gable then whips Marina into the corner. She slumps in the corner as she hits it hard. Gable goes for an elbow, but Marina moves out of the way at the last second. Gable comes back toward her and then Marina, out of instinct, leaps and connects with a standing hurricanrana. Marina looks down, and upon realizing who she's in the ring with, she starts to get angry. She pounces on him and starts firing repeated punches to Gable's face. Gable in the midst of all this is somehow able to signal to the cameramen to cut away again. The referee pulls Marina off of him, but to no avail as she comes back as a house of fire and pounces on him again, to fire some more punches. Again, the referee pulls her off him, this time warning her. Gable is able to get up, but Marina swoops in with a chop block to the injured knee. Stacy is finally back in her corner and Marina realizes this. Marina goes back and makes the tag. Stacy goes to the top rope. Gable stands up gingerly and Stacy leaps and connects with a missile dropkick. Gable stumbles right toward Marina who nails him with a superkick. Stacy covers Gable.
SYNN BREAKS IT UP!
Marina starts going after Synn, but Synn drops her with a spinebuster. Synn then drags her out of the ring as he exits. Synn then puts a beating on Marina, throwing her into the steel steps. Gable gets up and Stacy drops him with STACY'S KICK! Cover!
SYNN BREAKS IT UP AGAIN!
Stacy then goes after Synn. Synn throws her down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Synn has been saving the TV Championship for Gable.
Erin Robbins: He's obviously trying to stay on his page for the Trios finals!
The referee finally steps in and is able to get Synn out of the ring. Stacy turns around but walks right into a running knee into the skull. Gable covers!
Gable once more demands a close up from the cameraman. Gable gets Stacy up to a vertical base and then drops her with a Northern Lights suplex. Another cover.
Gable then gets Stacy up and whips her into the corner. Gable goes for a running elbow again and this time he connects with it. Stacy falls to the mat. Synn is at the apron. Gable sees this and of course, he makes the tag.
Erin Robbins: What a smart move by Gable, tagging out to protect his championship!
Synn gets in and starts putting in some hard kicks and stomps on Stacy. Stacy gets up and then Synn picks her up and drops her with a backbreaker. Marina is just barely getting back to her corner from the outside. Synn then steps back and measures Stacy as she tries to get to a vertical base. She doesn, but Synn picks her up and drops her again, this time with three German suplexes in succession, with a release on the third one. Synn then locks in a bodyscissors submission move. After two minutes, Stacy doesn't respond. Thus, the referee lifts her arm up and lets it go. It falls. Repeat. Falls again. Repeat. Stacy is able to respond this time. Synn with the cover.
Marina saves it!
Synn gets up and sees her and he starts to stalk her, but Marina calmly leaves the ring. Synn smirks, thinking he has Stacy right where he wants her. Synn picks up Stacy, but Stacy punches him away. Synn goes back and STACY KICK! Both are down!
Zach Davis: This could be a big turning point here!
Erin Robbins: Whoever makes the tag will have a HUGE advantage!
Zach Davis: Both are inching for the corners! This is going to be so close!
Erin Robbins: Whoever gets to their corner first will probably win this for their team!
Zach Davis: Simultaneous tag! Gable and Marina are in it now!
Marina bolts for Gable, trying to get to him.
Zach Davis: She's so fired up...
Erin Robbins: OH! A kick to the side of the head! So much for that!
The fans boo Gable as a big smirk comes across his face. Marina tries to get up, but does so with Gable's aid. Gable lifts her up and connects with a gutwrench powerbomb. Both Stacy and Synn are down in their corners. Gable locks in a Cloverleaf and now Marina is struggling. She doesn't respond at first, as the kick to the side of the head knocked out a couple of her lights. After a minute, she starts to respond. She starts to inch her way toward the ropes. Gable applies the pressure a bit tighter. It doesn't stop her though, as she's finally able to get to the bottom rope after nearly three minutes. Gable breaks the hold and drags Marina back to the center of the ring. He gets her up again and then he drops her with a swinging neckbreaker. He stomps and kicks her until she's on her back, and then Gable runs toward the ropes and bounces off, connecting with a springboard moonsault. Cover.
Zach Davis: Gable could be moments away...
Gable goes for a second springboard moonsault, but Marina moves out of the way. Marina crawls toward the ropes. Gable does the same, but on the opposite side. They both get to the ropes and pull themselves up. Gable attacks first. He charges at her but Marina moves out of the way and Gable bounces off the ropes. Marina comes back with a roundhouse kick to the gut. She grabs Gable by the head and then connects with a springboard bulldog. She's getting some momentum back as she stands up. She steps back and then connects with a cartwheel elbow drop. Marina then locks in a camel clutch. Both Synn and Stacy are nearly 100% in the corner. Gable though, uses his strength advantage as he lifts her up. Marina breaks the hold and pushes Gable away. Gable bounces off the ropes and Marina drops him with a lungbuster. Marina goes to the top rope. Gable is still able to get up and Marina drops him with a senton into a pin!
SYNN BREAKS IT UP!
Zach Davis: Damn Synn! Breaking up the count again!
Stacy runs in and then Synn steps back and goes back to his corner. Stacy gets back to her corner as well.
Zach Davis: Here we go again, another race to the corner! Both Marina and Gable are trying to get their fresh partners in!
Erin Robbins: Gable makes it!
Gable makes it first, and Synn rushes into the match and grabs Marina's leg, pulling her to the center of the ring. He then lifts her up, but she reverses with a Jawbreaker. She then follows up with a Roundhouse Kick.
Zach Davis: What a kick!
She's practically knocked him out! She quickly jumps to the top rope...
Erin Robbins: CALIFORNIA SPLASH!
Into the pin.
Stacy makes sure Gable can't interfere.
Zach Davis: The Trinity wins!
Jones helps Valdivia to her feet and hugs her as their music begins to play. Gable leaves the ring and Synn rolls out as well. Synn's brain is still scrambled but Gable argues with him a bit about the loss.
Erin Robbins: Synn and Gable may've lost tonight, but next week is the real war, Zach. Next week is when the Trios Cup, and a World Title shot, is on the line.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Sweet Water, Alabama, standing at 5’ 11” tall, weighing in at 205 lbs., he is the Inveterate Confederate … JOHNNY REB!
Zach Davis: And Johnny Reb looks pumped up tonight, ready for his match. After a grand return last week,
The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.
The lights partially dim. The distorted opening riff of 'The Warmth' by Incubus hits to a roar of noise, mostly positive, from the capacity crowd. As the drums kick in, a holographic image of 'The Vine' Brent Alpine walks down the aisle. The hologram Alpine 'climbs' into the ring and stands in the centre with his arms raised. Suddenly, a huge holographic creeper stretches down from the arena ceiling, tangles itself around the hologram Alpine and lifts him up towards the ceiling before disappearing.
Meanwhile, Brent Alpine walks with intensity through the crowd at a medium pace.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent … from Rockhampton, Australia, weighing in at 227 pounds, he is... 'The Vine'... Brent... Alpine!
Alpine, now in the center of the ring drops to his knees. He stares down to the mat and raises his arms, almost apologetically. The fans cheer as the lights go back on.
Zach Davis: And here we go, two fan favorites going to get it on here as this match gets started!
And immediately Reb and Alpine rush forward and lock horns with each other. They fight for position, pushing and pulling each other all over the ring until Alpine ends up in the corner. Reb lets go, cocks back his right arm and unloads with a big punch. Alpine responds with a right of his own. Alpine now with a chop to the chest, followed up by a second and now he's out of the corner. Alpine now grabbing Reb and they trade spots as Alpine pushes him into the corner. Alpine now unloading on the chest of Reb with a few rapid chops.
Erin Robbins: Just listen to the sound of those chops Zach. Alpine with a serious point to prove here.
Alpine pauses long enough to grab Reb by the arm and try to whip him across the ring to the opposite corner. Reb counters and whips Alpine into the ropes. Alpine comes back and Reb with the knee to the midsection. Alpine flips forward, hits the mat and is right back up to his feet. The two again lock up, this time with Reb applying the hammerlock. He torques the arm a few times before Alpine begins to fight back, using his free arm to throw a few elbows back. Reb is forced to release the hold and Alpine immediately takes him to the mat with an arm drag. Reb hits the mat, gets right back up to his feet and Alpine takes him down with a second arm drag. Alpine does it again for a third time but this time holds on and applies the armbar.
Reb begins to thrash about with his free arm, searching for the ropes. He finally grabs the bottom one as the referee begins his count.
And Reb immediately lets go of the old.
Erin Robbins: And that hold is now broken thanks to Alpine reaching the ropes but has the damage been done to the arm?
Alpine charges Reb, but Reb is ready for him and executes a drop toe hold, sending Alpine face first into the apron. Alpine drops to the mat clutching his nose as Reb pulls himself to his feet. Reb now stomping away at the midsection of Alpine as the referee looks on from the apron.
Zach Davis: And Reb showing his aggressive side here against Alpine. I’m sure he’d like another victory for himself after his return.
Alpine grabs hold of Reb's foot during an attempted stomp and is able to trip him up. As Reb falls to the mat, Alpine gets up to his feet and grabs Reb by the legs. He tries to apply a Figure-Four leglock!
Erin Robbins: And Alpine here is going for a submission maneuver, this time targeting the legs. He's really trying to wear down Johnny Reb.
Alpine nearly gets the figure four locked in before Reb fights him off and uses his legs to send Alpine chest first into the ringside barricade. Reb back to his feet and he spins Alpine around before shoving him back into the barricade. Reb now cocking back his arm and delivering a huge chop across the chest of Alpine. And Reb with a second. And a third. A fourth...fifth...sixth...and seventh chop. Alpine's chest now cherry red as he grimaces in pain. Reb backs off, screams for the fans to move and then rushes Alpine, clotheslining him over the barricade and into the ringside seats.
Zach Davis: Whoa, this match is getting good here!
Reb hops the Barricade and grabs Alpine to drag him over back to ringside. Reb then hops back over to ringside and sets Alpine up for a Facebreaker DDT.
Erin Robbins: Oh, this would be a hell of a move here!
Just as Reb is about to hit the DDT, Alpine manages to reverse it and hits a Powerbomb on Reb! And Reb is now down outside the ring as is Alpine! The referee begins his count.
Alpine is up on his knees by the five count and using the barricade to pull himself up. He's up before the count reaches six and Reb also slides back into the ring at this time.
Both men decide to make the first move at the same time and charge each other. Alpine and Reb shake off the pain and immediately lock up once again. Reb jumps up quickly and hits a dropkick on Alpine who goes down! Alpine quickly gets back up as does Reb and Alpine rushes Reb and connects with a kick to the side of the head. Alpine pulls Reb up to his feet and positions him for an olympic slam. Alpine gets him up but Reb gets loose and lands behind him. Reb then out of nowhere runs back to the ropes and lands a flying clothesline on Alpine as both men are now down again!
Referee: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!
Reb is the first to his feet.
Referee: FIVE! SIX!
Alpine is now up to his feet, a trickle of blood dripping from his nose.
Erin Robbins: And now Alpine is busted open. This match has become very interesting.
Reb stares right into the eyes of Alpine. Neither man looks particularly fond of the idea of making the first move, but they eventually both move in and lock up. Alpine gets the advantage and shoves Reb up against the ropes but Reb bounces back again and clotheslines Alpine. Alpine is down again! Reb now climbing up to the top rope quickly and he’s calling for Southern Discomfort!
And Johnny Reb gets ready to jump off the rope, he goes for it but Brent Alpine slides out of the way and Reb hits nothing but the canvas!
Zach Davis: And that move may cost Reb here as Alpine is up now, Reb is down and … I think he’s calling for it!
Alpine sets up for The Glow Worm against Reb. He has Reb in position and nails it!
Erin Robbins: I think Reb may be out here. Cover!
Zach Davis: And looks like “The Vine” netted himself a victory here tonight.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this bout … “The Vine” BRENT ALPINE!
Erin Robbins: A great victory for the man and although he seems a bit less aggressive and definitely far less arrogant than in the past, he is proving that he still has what it takes in the ring.
Zach Davis: I agree with that. Let’s see if that momentum will carry on into Asesinato De Mayo next week.
Backstage, we see Steve Orbit asking a ring hand if he's seen Seifer. The ring hand shakes his head, "no". Orbit is visibly upset. He continues to walk, until he finds another WCF employee.
Steve Orbit: Where's Seifer?
Employee: I... I dunno, Mack.
Steve Orbit: Where's his fuckin' locker room?
Orbit throws the man against the wall and holds him up by his shirt.
Employee: Alright! I... I heard Seraphim is using the locker room down the hall. Take a left, third door on the right.
Orbit nods. He continues walking down the hall and takes a left. He reaches the third door on the right hand side. He puts his ear to the door... and then he tries to open it. Locked. Without any warning, he steps back and boots the door open.
Inside, Chelsea Black Armstrong backs away from the door. Seifer is nowhere in sight.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Ever heard of knocking?
Steve Orbit: Don't get fuckin' cute with me, Chelsea. Where's your punk ass husband?
Chelsea grins, remaining silent. Orbit gets up in her face but she doesn't back down.
Steve Orbit: I said where's Seifer, Chelsea.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: He's not here.
Orbit slams his hand on the wall, inches from Chelsea's face.
Steve Orbit: Well where in the FUCK is he?
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Don't worry about where he is now. You'll have your hands full with him soon enough, when he BEATS you at Asesinato de Mayo and takes your World Title.
Steve Orbit: Yeah? Seifer will be lucky if he makes it to Mexico. Now be a good girl and tell me where he's at.
Chelsea leans in, getting inches from Orbit's face.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: What's this about, that slut from your Club? Whore had it coming.
Orbit is fuming. He balls his fists.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: What are you gonna do, hit me? Go ahead, MACK. See what happens.
Orbit breathes heavily, not backing down.
Chelsea Black Armstrong: Pathetic.
Chelsea SMACKS the taste out of Orbit's mouth. Orbit responds by shoving her against the wall. She hits him with a hard right hand, and then Orbit grabs her in a front headlock. He switches behind her and locks her in a half-nelson. She struggles but Orbit has her overpowered. It looks like he's going to lift her for the Honey Dip, when...
The lights cut out. A struggle is heard along with some banging around. When the lights come back on... both Chelsea and Orbit are gone.
Zach Davis: Next up, ladies and gentleman, is the long awaited WCF return of a former World Champion. Yep, you guessed it - Jeff Purse! This can certainly come under the description of grudge match as a fierce war of words has been developing between these two men on Twitter. Not to mention the wider issue of Pantheon versus Sequitus.
Erin Robbins: A bit of a one sided battle.
Zach Davis: That's right. Sequitus haven't picked up a win against any Pantheon members in several contests. They often seem to get close and got even closer last week before a controversial decision put yet another end to their hopes. Will Cormack MacNeil be another nearly man tonight or will he finally break the curse? Or will the more seasoned and decorated Purse start right back where he left off?
The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. He stops at the top of the ramp, and throws his fist into the air, saluting the cheering fans. Walking in stride with the music he heads to the ring, focusing on his upcoming match.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing 265 ibs, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada... this is Cormack MacNeil!
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle. MacNeill raises his fist in the air, saluting the fans, and then climbs down and uses the ropes to stretch out and warm up, waiting for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: Well I don't know what connection Germany and Scotland or indeed Canada have, but there is certainly a partisan section in this Berlin crowd that are getting behind MacNeil. Having said that, there's a palpable excitement in the air for Jeff Purse's return.
Erin Robbins: Ooh whoppee doo. My panties are collecting a pool of piss.
Zach Davis: Well, I was gonna ask about the smell but my gentlemanly instincts prevented me.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA.
"You can sound the alarm
you can call out your guards
you can fence in your yard
you can pull all the cards
but I won't back down
oh no I wont back down
A pyro goes off and up through the stage in Rey Mysterio fashion, Jeff Purse comes flying. Kari comes out from the back as Jeff walks down the aisles, pandering to the crowd.
"Cadillac Sevilles, Coupe Devilles
brain dead rims yeah stupid wheels
girl I'm too for real
lose your tooth and nails
try to fight it, try to deny it
stupid you will feel
what I do, I do it well
shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill
half a breath left on my death bed
screaming F that yeah super ill"
Upon entering the ring, he throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience. He turns and sits up on the turnbuckle, sizing MacNeil up.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing 215 ibs, from Venice Beach, California... here is Jeff Purse!
The fans chant 'Purse' in excitement for his return. He and MacNeil circle each other.
Zach Davis: I wonder how long it will take 'The Future' to get back into the swing of WCF action. This is hardly a gentle reintroduction with the powerful enforcer of Sequitus to overcome.
MacNeil makes the first strike. Purse evades it and smiles mockingly at him. MacNeil goes for another shot. Again, Purse evades. This time, MacNeil attempts a clothesline. Purse ducks and throws a punch in Cormack's direction. However, the big Canadian blocks it and clotheslines Purse out of the ring. Purse quickly gets up and his smile fades.
Erin Robbins: Welcome back! Underestimate Cormack MacNeil at your peril.
Purse immediately slides back in the ring and trades blows with MacNeil. Losing his cool, he engages in a brawl which he eventually comes out worse from. MacNeil pummels him to the mat and takes advantage. Rendering Purse motionless, he runs to the ropes and goes for a leg drop. As quick as a cat, Purse rolls out the way and hits an enziguri to properly floor MacNeil. He performs a standing moonsault to cheers from the Berlin crowd. He follows this up with an ankle lock. As Cormack appears to be wriggling out, Purse raises his leg and drills it to the mat. Again, he takes MacNeil's leg but this time stomps it repeatedly.
Zach Davis: Purse has a clear strategy here. He's chopping the big man down by taking his legs from under him.
Purse takes his other leg and slingshots him into the turnbuckle. As MacNeil staggers, Purse rolls him up. The referee counts.
The pinfall attempt seems to fire Cormack up. He gets back to his, albeit unstable, feet and winds Purse with a sharp blow to the gut. He picks him up and drives him down with a stiff powerslam. He picks him up again and hits another powerslam. He sets Purse up for a third powerslam but instead launches himself backwards into a fallway slam. Kari Kendall starts to scream but stops herself and starts clapping to try to revive her man. MacNeil goes for the pin.
MacNeil picks him up and whips him into the ropes. He lifts him high into the air and begins to spin round as if performing his patented The Stone of Kings 360 rotating spinebuster. Somehow Purse slips between MacNeil's huge legs in midair and Cormack drives nothing into the mat.
Zach Davis: Stone of Kings missed!
Purse seizes the initative and targets MacNeil's legs again. He kicks him especially on the shins and the back of his knee. This leads him into the ankle lock!
Erin Robbins: Don't tap, Cormack! Survive for Sequitus!
The crowd go nuts as MacNeil struggles under Purse's submission hold. Purse shouts to them with a sense of impending victory. However, in a colossal act of strength, Cormack manages to use his body weight to fling Purse off and straight onto his backside. Purse gets up and goes for the ankle lock again. This time, MacNeil kicks him away. He gets up gingerly and spears Purse out the ring to a mixed but mostly positive reaction from the crowd.
Zach Davis: He's extremely nimble for his power and size. That makes MacNeil a dangerous foe.
Outside, they continue to brawl. As before, Cormack gets momentum and rams Purse's head into the side of the ring. Purse falls to his feet. Cormack MacNeil slides into the ring. The referee begins to count Purse out. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...
Erin Robbins: Cormack is settling for the count out win. Purse looks out of it.
Zach Davis: I guess he just wants to break Sequitus' duck when it comes to Pantheon. They need a win badly.
Erin Robbins: Don't blame him. Smart.
Zach Davis: But a little cheap.
By this point, the count has reached 8. MacNeil seems to have second thoughts and leaves the ring. He drags the dazed Purse back inside.
Zach Davis: Change of heart there. Cormack wants to win this the right way. Big respect to him.
Erin Robbins: Fool.
Cormack performs a zig zag motion with his arms to indicate that he's about to finish Purse. He runs to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Instant Hangover?
As he rebounds, MacNeil goes for the Instant Hangover kick. However, Purse has other ideas. By a fraction, he ducks. This sends Cormack's leg awkwardly against the top rope. He tumbles to the mat in agony.
Zach Davis: That prone knee just took another blow. Cormack might just have torn his ACL right there.
Erin Robbins: I repeat - fool! He should have gone for a count out win. He had decimated Purse.
Jeff Purse mounts the turnbuckle. He briefly gazes out at the fans as if the glories of the past had all come back to him in that very moment. He leaps off the turnbuckle into a flawless 5 star frogsplash.
Zach Davis: The Deflator!
The referee counts the pin. The crowd chants along with the count.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, Jeff Purse!
Purse basks in the delight of a successful return. Cormack continues to hold his knee but looks most pained at the result of the match.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse is back! A fantastic showing against one of the hardest opponents he could expect on his first match back.
Erin Robbins: Forget Purse, MacNeil beat MacNeil. He had a win in the bag but he was too proud to accept a count out win. He got greedy and Sequitus are still left wanting. I told you - he's a fool just like his teammates. They could've taken down Pantheon damnit... had they not been such foolish fools. Fools I tell you!
Zach Davis: Yes, he could have gotten a cheap win but Cormack believed he could beat Purse cleanly. Anyone beating Purse cleanly looks a tough ask but MacNeil put in yet another terrific performance. He seems to be the unluckiest guy here.
Erin Robbins: He has fool's luck. Why? Because he's a fool and I pity the fool that thinks he isn't a fool.
Zach Davis: If you say the f word again, I'll get the production team to bleep you out.
Erin Robbins: F... F... Fo... Foo...
Zach Davis: Don't do it! I warn you.
Erin Robbins: Foo... foo... FUCK!
Zach Davis: That's better.
Erin Robbins (whispering): Fool.
It’s “What’s the Buzz?” time. We see Bryan Worthy in front of the show’s green screened logo. He sets up the bit.
Bryan Worthy: Waylon Cash is one of WCF’s top performers. A Triple Crown winner and constant main event fixture, this Georgia native has left his mark on this business like few others have. The Hellbilly sat down with us earlier in the week to talk about his career, and answered our questions in the honest, blunt manner we have come to expect from him.
There’s a cut and we see Buzz and Waylon in the traditional two man, two chair, two camera interview set up. Worthy wears his neon green WCF blazer while Cash is dressed in his street clothes.
Bryan Worthy: You have competed in the Wrestling Championship Federation almost non-stop since early 2013, making you one of its longest active stars. Has the company changed in that time, and if so, how?
Waylon Cash: I seen a lotta change. I mean, just thinkin' about the people who owned the place. From Seth to Eric Price to Sarah Twilight, back to Seth again. I think Jonny Fly owned the place at some point, I honestly don't remember all of it. It's been a crazy couple of years. The one thing that ain't never gonna change is who's the best wrestler in the company, and you're lookin' right at him. It don't matter what else changes, as long as Waylon Cash is here, ain't that much changin'.
One point I wanna make is that I'm one of the longest runnin' WCF wrestlers for a reason. This is a hard business. It chews you up and spits you out if you ain't worthy. You see all these people who bounce in and out because they can't handle it. They can't handle the level of competition in this place. Well, that level of competition is what I live for. I keep goin' because I can handle it. That's what I'm all about.
Bryan Worthy: What do you consider your greatest triumph in WCF? What about your biggest regret?
Waylon Cash: My biggest triumph would probably be a montage clip of all the times I left Steve Orbit layin' in his own blood. No matter what I do, no matter what title I win, or how many of these dead branches I prune from WCF, hurtin' Steve Orbit time and time again is gonna remain the best thing I ever done.
As far as my biggest regret... You know...every man has his demons, and every once in a while every man has a moment where he stands at a fork in the road. He can take the rough road, the rocky road, and he can leave his demons behind, or he can follow his demons right down the easy road to hell. I'm ashamed to say that I went down the easy road, and I ain't sure there's any chance of me turnin' back now. If I could do anything different, I'd go back and take the rough road, and I'd do it in a heartbeat
Bryan Worthy: That's interesting. Care to elaborate on which demons you followed exactly?
Waylon Cash: No, I really wouldn't. Can we move on?
Bryan Worthy: Absolutely. You are active politically, using your position as a wrestling superstar to promote certain left-of-center causes. Have you ever been asked to tone down your rhetoric? Do you ever feel that being so vocal has hurt your career?
Waylon Cash: Now that's a damn fine question. To start with, I ain't never been asked to tone it down, but I learned a long time ago that if you make enough money for the pigs up top, they don't really give a damn what you say. As far as it hurtin' my career... I mean one thing you gotta understand, one thing I knew goin' in is that you can't please everybody. I'd be lyin' if I said my politics didn't interfere with my personal life. There's a lotta people, especially around where I live, who really don't care for people who think the way I do. I've had death threats, my house has been vandalized, I've been refused service at restaraunts all over the south.
People don't take kindly to me and my politics, but that's somethin' I been dealin' with since before wrestlin' was ever a twinkle in my eye. My dad was an old school farmer's democrat. Never had much use for religion or upper class tax cuts. He taught me the same way. I'll admit, I took it a little farther than he did, but that's just the kinda person I am.
I'm kinda dancin' around the question I guess. It's done all this stuff, but my politics ain't hurt my career. Mainly 'cause my career don't hinge on what these idiot fans think. It hinges on me winnin' or losin', and you been watchin'. You know how good I am at winnin'.
Bryan Worthy: Scott Savage has been your manager for a while now. He's a controversial figure in the sport; someone who has upset a lot of people with his aggressive style. Yet, the bulk of your in-ring success came prior to hiring him, when you were represented by his sister Roxanne Savage. Do you ever feel making the change has been a mistake?
Waylon Cash: Scott's a good man. A lotta people don't see it, but deep down, he's a great guy. He's been my best friend since we were seventeen. I know people look at him and see this big evil monster, this satan on earth type mother fucker, but I don't see that. I see the guy who drove from New Jersey to Georgia without stoppin' when I broke my neck eight years ago, and we thought I was never gonna wrestle again. I see the guy who stood over the top of me with a steel bat in hand when four of W3's top stars were closing in on me, tryin' to end my career. I see a loyal friend.
I guess I danced around that one too, didn't I? Look, the record books may think my success came with Roxxy, and if you're talkin' about title wins, that's probably true The problem is with Roxxanne, I'd get my shot, and if I lost, I'd drop down to the mid card for a couple months so everybody could go back to not givin' a shit. Now that I'm with Scott, it's main event matches and main event money every single week. It's a wolf pack that has my back at all times, makin' sure I stay safe. To answer your question, switchin' my management contract to Scott Savage was the best damn move I ever made.
Bryan Worthy: Speaking of Roxxanne, your split with her became relatively public when it was reported in PWLantern.com. HAs that been difficult on you, particularly on your in ring career?
Waylon Cash: Of course it's been hard. You gotta understand, I've had girlfriends over the years, but I ain't never loved anyone like I love Roxxanne. When she left... it's been like part of me is missin' ever since, you know? I do my best not to let that transfer over to my wrestlin'. I can't. That ain't what the best wrestler in the world does. Look, I really don't wanna talk about this.
Bryan Worthy: I understand. You are on record saying the one goal that drives you, that keeps you competing is becoming World Champion. And in the past three months, you have had multiple chances to do that. You had a singles match with Jonny Fly. You were in Ultimate Showdown. Then a Ladder Match against Steve Orbit. And, most recently, you were part of the Trios Cup Tournament. Each one of these efforts ended with you unable to capture the title. So, what now?
Waylon Cash: I keep goin'. I got no choice. The World Title ain't just the reason I come to Slam every week. The World title is the reason I live and breathe. It's the reason I get up in the mornin', it's the reason I spend eight hours a day trainin' my body, it's the reason I've given up everything else in my life. I got no girl, I got no family, I don't even got a house! I live in a glorified basement! I gave up everything for that title, and I can't stop now. You'll see me get more chances, because I'm the best, and I WILL be successful. I will be world champion again. You can put money on that. No need to ask what now. The title is now. The title is the only thing.
Bryan Worthy: Most observers to the sport state you are a very different man from the one who originally joined WCF. Some go further: saying you are a "textbook example" of how professional wrestling can destroy a good person. Do you feel that's a fair assessment?
Waylon Cash: I'm definitely different. The kinda shit that goes on in this place... it changes a man. Am I harder? Yeah. Am I angrier? Sure. Has it destroyed me?... No. Every last bit of this has made me better. Maybe I don't dance around like these sheep want me to, maybe I ain't all smiles and shit, but I'm better than I ever been. The people can say whatever the fuck they want, it don't change the fact that Waylon Cash is the greatest professional wrestler that ever lived. You can quote me all day on that.
Zach Davis: Alright!! Our next match should be a very exciting one.
Erin Robbins: Calm down, Zach! Before you wet yourself!! This match is basically a preview of the Trios Finals that will be at the Pay Per View, Asesinato de Mayo. Kyle Steel is already in the ring.
Kyle Steel: This match is a TRIOS CUP TOURNAMENT MATCH!
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.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania... weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds... JAYSON PRICE!
Jayson Price rolls 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.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus piece, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies.
Kyle Steel: From Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... The WCF World Heavyweight Champion... THE MACK STEVE ORBIT!!
At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for their opponents to make their appearances.
Zach Davis: That's one team, all we need now is two thirds of The Psycho Hotdog Beer Company.
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.
Kyle Steel: From Chesapeake, Virginia weighing in at 250 pounds.... THIS IS LOOOOOOOOOOGAAAAAAAAAAAN!!
Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eying the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Erin Robbins: Al wee need now is....
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Velodrom Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the Velodrom Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: And this match is underway.
Erin Robbins: It looks like Jayson Price and Logan is starting the match.
Logan and Price circle the ring, until they lunge towards each other...
Zach Davis: Jayson Price nails Logan with a kick to the midsection.
Erin Robbins: Jayson Price follows the kick with a nasty headbutt.
Price slightly shakes his head from the headbutt. Logan stumbles back, but slightly bounces off the ropes.
Zach Davis: picture perfect dropkick from The South Street Menace.
Erin Robbins: It looks like Jayson Price has changed up a few things in his wrestling repertoire.
Price picks up Logan, who has a slight glazed look in his eyes.
Zach Davis: Arm drag!!
Zach Davis: Another arm drag!!
Logan stumbles up as Price charges at Logan...
Jayson Price grabs his mouth.
Erin Robbins: Logan nails Jayson Price with a spinning back fist.
Logan grabs Price...
Logan nails Price with an Japanese arm drag. Price stumbles up but still charges at logan.
Zach Davis: Back body drop!!
Logan picks up his opponent and nails him with a backhand chop.
The crowd: WHOO!!
Logan lets another backhand chop fly.
The crowd: WHOO!!
Logan grabs Price and Irish whips him to a corner.
Erin Robbins: Logan must be slightly confused, because Logan whipped Price into his own corner.
Zach Davis: Logan charges at Jayson Price...
The crowd roars out a thunderous cheer.
Erin Robbins: Logan nails an enzuigiri.
Price stumbles out and collapses down to the mat.
Zach Davis: THAT NO GOOD SON OF A-....
Erin Davis: ZACH!!
Steve Orbit reached out and grabbed Logan and pulls him backwards, down to the mat. Price sees Orbit's tactic and reaches out....
Zach Davis: Jayson Price makes the tag. Here comes The World Champion!!
Steve Orbit grabs the top rope as he stomps down onto Logan.
The crowd: LET'S GO LOGAN!!<clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> LET'S GO LOGAN!!<clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> LET'S GO LOGAN!!<clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Orbit grabs Logan and whips him into the ropes...
Zach Davis: SPINEBUSTER!!
Orbit makes a quick pin cover. Stanley Moser slides into position.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TW-... NOOOOOOOOO!!
The crowd: LOGAN!! LOGAN!! LOGAN!!
Orbit picks up Logan...
Erin Robbins: Logan just backhanded the World Champion.
Orbit grabs his face and then looks at Logan in a pissed off kind of way, before charging at Logan. Logan does a complete back flip, connecting his foot under Steve Orbit's chin.
Zach Davis: Out of nowhere!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Oblivion is completely going crazy, as IT paces back and forth.
Oblivion: Let's go Logan!! Make the tag!!
Oblivion proceeds to slap IT's massive right hand on the top turnbuckle. the crowd claps along with the turnbuckle slaps. Oblivion proceeds to stomps down IT's massive left boot at the same time. Inch by inch, Logan is crawling to his corner, where Oblivion is reaching out ready to accept the tag. The Monster is practically frothing at the mouth, as The Velodrom Arena is getting ready to explode with anticipation.
Oblivion: C'mon Logan you're almost there!!
Logan gets up and flies towards Oblivion...
The roof of the arena is nearly exploded off, by the massive cheers made by the crowd, as Logan tags in Oblivion.
Zach Davis: RUUUUUUUUUUN STEVE PRBIT!!! RUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!
Oblivion nails Orbit with a massive punch to the face.
Oblivion nails Jayson Price also with a shot to the head.
Erin Robbins: The Monster charges at Steve Orbit.
The Monster nails the World Champion with a flying clothesline.
Zach Davis: Here comes Jayson Price!!
Price charges at Oblivion...
Oblivion grabbed Jayson Price with a two-handed choke-lift.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails Jayson Price with a sit-down power bomb.
Oblivion stands up and turns around.
Zach Davis: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Erin Robbins: Orbit makes a pin cover on The Monster Oblivion.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREE-EE... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell did Logan come from?!
Logan flies off from the top turnbuckle and nails Steve Orbit with a flying elbow drop!! Logan picks up Oblivion and they both grab Orbit and the whip the world champion into the ropes...
Erin Robbins: Back body drop by Logan.
Steve Orbit's body flies through the air. Oblivion catches the body.
Zach Davis: OHHHHHHHHHHHHH........... MYYYYYYYYY....... GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!! Musclebuster from out of nowhere!!
The crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!!<clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS AWESOME!!<clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THAT WAS AWESOME!!<clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Jay Price enters the ring...
Erin Robbins: Standing Dropkick!!
Oblivion stumbles back into a corner. Price charge The Monster, who is leaning into the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price nails Oblivion with a knee to the face.
The Monster stumbles out of the corner...
Erin Robbins: SNAP DDT!!
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!!
Logan charges at Price....
Erin Robbins: SUPERKICK BY LOGAN!!
Price stumbles back and bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: Logan nails a ddt on Jayson Price.
Price slides out of the ring/
Erin Robbins: WATCH OUT!!
Steve Orbit nails Logan with a double axe0handle to the back of the neck and head area. Orbit watches Logan stumble then falls down. Steve Orbit runs to a nearby corner and climbs up the turnbuckles. Orbits leaps off the top turnbuckle but bounces off the top ring rope and flies off with a leg drop onto Logan.
Zach Davis: The World Champion grabs Logan, who is near a corner and runs towards the corner, stepping up the turnbuckles hands free....
Erin Robbins: A modified step-up enziguiri!!
Zach Davis: STEVE ORBIT.... WATCH OUT!!Oblivion nails Steve Orbit with a double fist to the back, of the head. Oblivion grabs Orbit and set him up into a fireman's carry.
Zach Davis: Oblivion has Steve Orbit into an airplane spin...
Erin Robbins: Samoan driver!!
Oblivion picks up Orbit and places him on his shoulder into another airplane spin position. The Monster smiles...
Zach Davis: THIS IS NOT GOOD!!
Oblivion knocks the legs off IT's shoulders...
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Zach Davis: What?!?!? Oblivion is not making the pin?!
The Monster runs to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Without any hesitation flies off the top turnbuckle....
Erin Robbins: OBI-SAULT!!
NO! ORBIT ROLLS AWAY!
Zach Davis: PANTHEON IS ALIVE!
Orbit rolls right over to his corner and tags in Price! Meanwhile, Oblivion tags in Logan. The two men run at each other.
Erin Robbins: What history here! Logan and Jay(son) Price, an epic One feud if there ever was one.
Logan ducks a Clothesline attempt, then BAM.
Zach Davis: IMPACT STYLE!
But Price is only dazed, he doesn't go down. Logan locks him in a Sleeper..
Erin Robbins: CONNECTOR! CONNECTOR! LOGAN HITS IT!
After the flip, Logan floats over and pins Jayson, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: LOGAN PINS JAYSON PRICE!!!
The crowd pops in surprise as the Hardcore Champion gets to his feet, getting his arm raised. He looks down at one of his Trios opponents as he does so.
Erin Robbins: We could be seeing that again next week if Jayson Price doesn't get his shit together, Zach.
Zach Davis: Or we could see Torture pinning Price. Or maybe Logan finally pinning Torture. Or Jonny Fly ending the past, once and for all, and pinning Logan or Torture. Or Oblivion proving he's a future Hall of Famer and pinning one of them.
Erin Robbins: I have no idea what's going to happen, but I can't fucking wait.
Zach Davis: So much swearing..
"Last Dragon" by Dwight David starts playing and out walks the Big Time Jerks dressed like Sho'Nuff from the movie followed by Mohammad. The Berlin fans erupt and start chanting "BTJ". They walk towards the steel cage and the fans are still going nuts for them. Mohammad hands Adam a mic.
Adam Young: Am I the meanest.
Adam Young: Am I the baddest shogun of Berlin.
Adam Young: Team Science and Shadows let me introduce to you the real WCF World tag team champions.
Adam holds the mic up.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!
Austin Adams: And you can take that to the bank!
The trio takes it's seats in the front row to watch the cage match.
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.
The house lights go down, as red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout 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.
Zach Davis: Epic Tag Team Titles match months in the making... here we go!
The cage lowers and each wrestler springs into action. Night Rider and Remus Micayle begin brawling, as well as Denise D'Evil and Mark Dillinger!
Erin Robbins: This match will be Texas Tornado style tag, Zach. Which is to say.. no tagging at all.
Zach Davis: That means there's nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide.
D'Evil whips Dillinger into the ropes and takes him down with a Sidewalk Slam as he comes back.
Erin Robbins: What power!
She quickly drops an elbow right on Dillinger's head before she turns to Micayle. Micayle has Night Rider in the corner, but D'Evil grabs him from behind and spins him around. D'Evil kicks Micayle in the gut, doubling him over, and she follows up with a Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: OOF! Two huge power moves right off the back!
Dillinger is up, but the Shadow Demons run at him and take him down with a Linked Clothesline. Night Rider then lifts Micayle up and grabs him for a Belly to Back Suplex. As he hits it, D'Evil grabs his head and drops him with a Neckbreaker!
Erin Robbins: The Shadow Demons have been the Tag Team Champions since February, Zach, they've had a hell of a run and they're proving why.
Night Rider quickly goes for a pin.
No!, Micayle kicks out. Night Rider lifts him up again and this time he and D'Evil throw him headfirst into the cage!
Zach Davis: Ouch!
The Champs turn back to Dillinger. They go for a Double Dropkick as Dillinger has stumbled to his feet, but Dillinger sidesteps it. Night Rider turns and is met with a swift Shining Wizard!
Erin Robbins: What a kick!, he took Rider's head off!
Denise goes to Spear Dillinger down, but Dillinger sidesteps that too and then hits a Big Boot on the Deathbringer!
Zach Davis: What a kick!, he took D'Evil's head off!
Erin Robbins: Is there an echo in here?
Dillinger stomps both D'Evil and Rider, while giving time to Micayle to collect himself and get back to his feet. He angrily stomps Night Rider before lifting Rider up and executing a Gutwrench Suplex. He then turns his attention towards D'Evil.
Zach Davis: Welp, looks like Team Science is in control now.
Dillinger quits stomping D'Evil and grabs one of her legs as Micayle grabs the other. They execute the Wishbone maneuver!
Erin Robbins: The Dissection! Always painful, man or woman. Oof.
But Team Science isn't done of course. They both throw D'Evil into the ropes, and as she's coming back, Micayle lifts her in a Flapjack... and Dillinger finishes her off with a Spike DDT!
Zach Davis: Everyones brains are getting scrambled tonight!
Dillinger goes for the pin, leg hooked.
NO! NIGHT RIDER BREAKS IT UP!
Erin Robbins: So close! But the Shadow Demons aren't Tag Team Champions for no reason! They're a hell of a team and they're not going down without a fight.
But very quickly both members of Team Science are on Night Rider, beating him down again, much to the fans' chagrin. Micayle hits a quick Drop Suplex before they go ahead and keep stomping on Rider again.
Zach Davis: They're methodically taking the Champs apart, Erin.
Micayle nods to Dillinger, who nods back.. and pulls a pair of handcuffs out of his pocket.
Erin Robbins: Oh no. What are they planning?
Dillinger turns towards D'Evil, stomps her a few times, and drags her into the corner before handcuffing her to the ropes!
Zach Davis: Mark Dillinger and a handcuffed woman... this is NOT good. Never good.
The fans boo as he stomps away at the now helpless Denise D'Evil. Micayle grabs Night Rider and holds him, forcing him to watch. The crowd boos like crazy.
Erin Robbins: This is too much!
After a few moments, Night Rider's eyes light up and he's furious. He escapes Micayle's grasp. Micayle runs at him but Rider snaps off a quick Snap Powerslam! Dillinger leaves D'Evil and runs at Rider. Rider grabs him and hits a Belly to Belly Suplex, sending Dillinger's body flying into the cage!
Zach Davis: NIGHT RIDER HAS HAD ENOUGH!
Rider quickly goes into Dillinger's pockets, presumably looking for a key, which he eventually finds. He runs over to D'Evil and quickly unlocks her handcuffs, freeing her. D'Evil, of course... isn't happy.
Erin Robbins: Hell hath no fury like a woman handcuffed and beaten down!
Dillinger is up but D'Evil Spears him back down! Micayle is up next and D'Evil hits him with a Roundhouse Kick, but before Micayle can go down, she grabs him from behind and executes a German Suplex into bridge pin!
No!, Micayle kicks out!
Zach Davis: The Demons almost retained!
Denise begins climbing the cage.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Denise has decided to try and retain via escape!
Right after her is Night Rider. But it looks like they have something else planned. Denise gets to the top, in the corner, but she doesn't begin to climb down.
Zach Davis: What is she thinking?
She positions herself to jump.
Erin Robbins: Oh God..
Meanwhile, right below her, Night Rider is standing on the turnbuckle. His arms are up as he's waiting for her to jump.
Zach Davis: They're not... they're not going for a Super Fall From Grace, are they!?
THEY ARE! DENISE FLIES OFF THE TOP and Night Rider grabs her mid air, adding force to her Flying Body Splash!
Erin Robbins: UNBELIEVABLE!
BUT MICAYLE GETS HIS KNEES UP! With all that extra force, Denise crashes into Micayle's knees. Night Rider's eyes go wide, realizing the mistake they've just made, but it's too late. Dillinger spins him around and lifts him up into a Brainbuster.
Zach Davis: MARK UP!
Micayle has lifted D'Evil up and he shoves her towards Dillinger, who executes the KIA!, spinning her into Micayle's Formula!
Erin Robbins: No!.. not like this!
Micayle drops and pins D'Evil, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: We've got new Tag Team Champions, Erin!
The fans boo like crazy as the cage begins to lift. Grinning matching sadistic grins, the men known as Team Science are handed the Tag Team Titles.
Zach Davis: Well Erin, what a Main Event we just witnessed here tonight…
Erin Robbins: Both teams put up one Hell of a fight, that’s for damn sure…
As the cage continues to rise, Team Science leave the ring and head up the ramp to the back leaving Denise D’evil and Night Rider in the ring when suddenly ‘Love, Fury, Passion, Energy’ by Boy Hits Car blasts out of the PA system sending the fans into a frenzy as Stacy Jones, Marina Valdivia and Tayla Williams walk out onto the stage.
Zach Davis: And here come The Trinity…
Erin Robbins: What the Hell are they doing out here?
The Trinity make their way down the ramp as D’evil and Rider look on, once the women reach the ring they climb up onto the apron and into the ring before Jones calls for a microphone and is handed one as ‘Love, Fury, Passion, Energy’ fades out.
Stacy Jones: Well Denise…Night Rider…whatever the Hell happened last week in regards to the challenge we issued to you…I don’t really care. But we’re out here now to once again, challenge the two of you to a match, we don’t care when, we just want to prove to you both that we can take you. Last week, I took the WCF World Champion, Steve Orbit to the fucking limit…earlier tonight…the two of us took John Gable and Synn to their limits…so I think that’s proof enough that we are more than capable of taking on the two of you! So what do you say…
D’evil and Rider look at one another and laugh before D’evil calls for a microphone and is handed one.
Denise D’evil: Stacy…Marina…you both have heart and determination I’ll give you that…but you’re just not on our level yet…so why don’t you both just get off your high horse and get out of our damn faces…
D’evil then suddenly shoves Jones backwards.
Zach Davis: I don’t think Stacy’s going to take that shove to well…
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is she going to do? Cry about it?
Jones then drops the microphone and then suddenly spears D’evil to the floor and begins pummelling her with rights and lefts.
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Erin Robbins: I think that was a bit of an over-reaction to a shove…
As Jones and D’evil continue brawling on the floor, Rider begins clubbing Jones on the back which causes Valdivia to begin brawling with him. Both Jones and D’evil get to their feet as they continue to brawl.
Zach Davis: We’ve got an all out brawl going on here between these two teams…
Erin Robbins: The Trinity are biting off way more than they can chew here…
D’evil then attempts a clothesline on Jones, however she ducks the shot and as D’evil turns around, Jones nails her with ‘Stacy’s Kick’, the force of the kick causes D’evil to roll out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Stacy’s Kick connects!
Erin Robbins: She got lucky…
Rider then takes Valdivia down with a stiff clothesline before he then begins clubbing Jones on her back. Valdivia quickly gets back to her feet and starts to hit Rider with some clubbing blows of her own to his back.
Zach Davis: With Denise down on the outside, Night Rider’s alone in there with The Trinity…
Erin Robbins: And you think Night Rider will have a problem with these two losers…
Jones then kicks Rider in the gut before nodding towards Valdivia who is standing behind him; the two then suddenly nail Rider with a double roundhouse kick which sends the fans into a frenzy.
Zach Davis: What a move that was! Night Rider may be knocked out cold!
Suddenly Jones is attacked from behind by D’evil, knocking her to the floor before she begins delivering rights and lefts to Valdivia.
Erin Robbins: See Zach! I knew Denise would get back on top…
As D’evil continues to deliver rights and lefts to Valdivia, from out of nowhere, Valdivia nails D’evil with a hard slap causing her to spin around and then Jones nails D’evil with ‘Stacy’s Judgement’ causing D’evil to instantly grab her jaw in excruciating pain.
Zach Davis: Stacy’s Judgement on Denise! That looked like it really hurt Denise…
Valdivia who is now on the turnbuckle suddenly jumps off and nails the already injured D’evil with the ‘California Splash’.
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is Marina thinking, Denise could have a broken jaw and she still goes ahead and hits her with the California Splash!
Zach Davis: Give the girl a break; she didn’t even realize that she was severely hurt after that move from Stacy…
Erin Robbins: Why are you defending these two women? They should both be suspended indefinitely for their actions here tonight…
Both Jones and Valdivia leave the ring and slowly make their way backwards up the ramp, both of them have a slight look of concern on their faces as Rider has since climbed back into the ring to check on D’evil who is still clutching her jaw as a couple of referee’s and EMT’s also rush to the ring to check on her.
Zach Davis: Referee’s and EMT’s are out here now…
Erin Robbins: Denise is in a lot of pain…
Suddenly, the lights go off and after a few moments they go back on and both Rider and D’evil have disappeared much to the confusion of Jones, Valdivia, the referee’s and EMT’s.
The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word death as horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp and blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black Armstrong... Suddenly Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers and Seifer Black Armstrong walks out onto the stage carrying the Trilogy cup along with the rest of S-Pac receiving a chorus of boos as they walk down the ramp towards the ring.
Zach Davis: Last time we saw these there was a lot of confusion about what has happened backstage, where is Orbit?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know and I don’t care, it’s about time someone stuck it too Orbit.
Zach Davis: Last thing we saw was Orbit flying off in a rage looking for the number one contender and upon finding Chelsea backstage he looked like he was going to attack her but the lights went out and he hasn’t been seen since.
Erin Robbins: I wonder what they did to him Davis, the mind of Seifer is twisted enough to come up with anything.
Zach Davis: Exactly and that is what scares me.
S-Pac reach the ring and each member takes turns to climb into the ring Seifer getting into the ring last and as he switches off the lamp a spotlight shines on the ring illuminating the people in the ring as Seifer walks over to Kyle Steel placing the cup in the centre of the ring and takes the microphone from him as the music fades out.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Seven days, seven little days till we finally reach Mexico and the title will be coming to the most dominate team in WCF S-Pac.
Another chorus of boos rained down upon the group and they all just smile soaking it all in.
Seifer Black Armstrong: You know it all just makes me laugh because you see I know I am in his head… I am in Orbits head and I am driving him crazy and I am really loving it, I am digging deep into his soul and I am making him obsess and soon enough you will all see the other side of Steve, you all have seen the fun loving guy but I will show you all that at the end of the day we are all monsters and he will have to bring out that monster to be able to beat me.
An Orbit chant starts up around the arena and Seifer even starts to wave his hand like a conductor wielding a baton.
Seifer Black Armstrong: You people are so predictable…
He paces around the ring a moment as the fans boo more and more.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Now then talking about monsters you see what makes the most dangerous ones that way is their ability to evolve to the next level and throughout everything I have been evolving to another state of being but all I need is to put a name to it because I am no longer the Angel of Judgement so what can I be.
Pacing around a little more Seifer stares out at the audience laughing.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Soon enough the title reign of Orbit will be at an end and the start of a new era will begin, the new era of S-Pac’s domination over the world of WCF with the world title around my waist.
Walking to the centre of the ring next to the cup Seifer points up at the ceiling as a shape is lowered down.
Zach Davis: What on earth is that?
Erin Robbins: I don’t have a clue.
As it gets lower its clear that it’s Steve Orbit tied to a section of fencing battered and bloody, his blood still pouring out of his head into the ring.
Seifer Black Armstrong: You see your hero now in a similar state to what I am going to leave him in come Asesinato De Mayo, covered in your own blood and regretting the day that I won this Trilogy cup.
Seifer grabs the cup and places it under Orbit making the blood pool inside the cup…
Seifer Black Armstrong: THE ANGEL OF JUDGEMENT IS DEAD PEOPLE! Like I said before each monster has to evolve to get stronger and stronger… I have evolved past the angels and I now walk the earth spreading the gospel of the end of days…
Seifer kneels down next to the cup and dips his hand into Orbits blood wiping it down his face and letting some of it drip into his mouth before spitting it back out as the fans start to chant “YOU SICK FUCK”
Seifer Black Armstrong: THE DOOMSDAY PROPHET HAS ARRIVED PEOPLE! A new breed of demon is now here and Orbit I can see it now and you will be the first victim in the new era of WCF…
Grabbing a brush from his pocket he dips it into Orbits blood and starts to draw on the floor of the ring.
Zach Davis: This is sick, why isn’t someone stopping them.
Erin Robbins: Oh shut up Davis he had this coming.
Zach Davis: What on earth is he painting?
The camera pans up and around to see S-Pac painted in Orbits blood in the centre of the ring, as he finishes he throws the brush to one side of the ringside before picking up the cup and throwing its contents towards Zach Davis as you can hear Robbins laugh and Davis scream.
Zach Davis: GOD DAMN IT! WHY DID HE DO THAT!
Erin Robbins: Maybe he heard your commentary.
Laughing as another round of “YOU SICK FUCK” chants sound around the arena as Seifer walks underneath the blood pouring from Orbits head.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Through me the way is to the city dolent; Through me the way is to eternal dole; Through me the way among the people lost. Justice incited my sublime Creator; Created me divine Omnipotence, The highest Wisdom and the primal Love. Before me there were no created things, Only eterne, and I eternal last. All hope abandon, ye who enter in this ring with me for May the devils have mercy on both of your souls for the angels will have none…. I am the Angel of Judgement no longer, here starts the reign of The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black Armstrong and all those that do not pay heed to my words shall fade to black.
As he says this he drops the microphone and the spotlight goes out as the show ends.