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. Doctor Remus Micayle, dressed in a navy pinstriped suit, struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness. His treasured WCF Tag Team Championship is strapped on his shoulder as he cockily walks down the ramp.
Erin Robbins: Ahhh, it’s good to see Doctor Micayle carrying some gold once again. It’s been a while since his rightful United States Championship was robbed. He looks so much happier now!
Zach Davis: Of course he’ll be. That narcissistic scientist loves all the attention. But lets not forget, both Nathan von Liebert and himself carry targets on their backs in addition to that gold! We have everyone from Doc Henry to The Vapor Kings to Pantheon wanting to get their hands on those championships!
Erin Robbins: And they should all thank Doctor Micayle for that! When The Shadows were champions, was the WCF Tag Team Division this vibrant? If you asked me, Seth Lerch needs to give the Doctor a huge paycheque, given that he was the one who revitalised an entire division on his own!
Zach Davis: What nonsense! But I’ll agree with you on one point - that for some inexplicable reason, the WCF Tag Team Championships seem to be hot property once again. But that’s besides the point. What on earth is he doing out here anyways?
Micayle rolls in to the ring and walks to the ropes, signalling for a live microphone from a nearby stagehand. After receiving one, he slowly strides to the centre of the ring. He takes a deep breath before speaking.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Hello ladies and gentlemen of Belfast, Northern Ireland.
A mixture of cheers and boos greet his words. Lord, wrestling fans really love their cheap pops.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Tonight, I square off against one of your kind. An Irish bloodhound who speaks broken Latin and types in English without the usage of punctuation marks. A man named Caliban.
Now, a huge roar of approval bursts from the stands. Micayle shakes his head.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Now, I’m supposed to brag to all of you as to how I’m going to abuse his mangled carcass once I’m done with the match. How I’m going to destroy an Irish-born son in his very own country. How he’s going to fall to me. The stuff that you lot will normally hear from unoriginal, uncreative, uncool posers who think that they are pandering to a lot of cows.
He pauses for a breather.
Doctor Remus Micayle: But unfortunately, I know you lot are not cows, so I’ll save myself the trouble of trash-talking Caliban, which wasn’t my intention in the first place after all. No, no, no. Today, I want to talk about someone who I have very little knowledge of other than the history books. Mervin ‘Doc’ Henry - the new number one contender to Nathan’s and my WCF Tag Team Titles.
Another huge wave of applause and cheers from the fans break loose. Micayle stares back at the stands, a displeased look on his face.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Doc Henry is a man who without a doubt, is past his prime. To me, he resembles the country of Northern Ireland, with his love for ale, ability to take a beating, love for beautiful women, and love for recounting past glories.
He pauses yet again to scratch his chin.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Now that I think about it, the more he truly resembles this place. Doc Henry loves to tempt fate and deal with powers beyond his control, very much like this country! I mean, Doc Henry’s past feuds with Corey Black and Adam Young were pretty much a massacre - and I am sure you lot of all people should know a thing or two about killings, no?
Hushed whispers start to grow in intensity. He’s treading on very dangerous ground now. The Scientist ignores them and simply looks incredulous.
Doctor Remus Micayle: But then again, I wish Doc Henry was truly a Northern Irishman. He would have never dared challenge Nathan and myself for the WCF Tag Team Championships then. Being the old bog that he is, I’m sure that going through the Troubles as a youth would have taught him a lesson or two - perhaps never to tempt fate and do things that are beyond his capabilities as a person. I mean, you lot probably learnt a few lessons from Bloody Sunday, eh? With the weak sliced and diced?
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh.
Almost simultaneously, the ENTIRE WCF audience stood up and started yelling obscenities at the man in the centre of the ring. He has went too far, and they are letting him know just that.
Zach Davis: What the hell is wrong with Micayle!? Is he actually mocking a real-life incident that occurred years ago? Off with his freaking head! Lives were actually lost, you stupid prat!
Micayle stands there, revelling in the verbal assault from the fans. He tries to speak into the microphone, but the din from the crowd is simply too loud. Instead, after a couple of failed attempts, he just decides to wait it out. It takes longer than expected, but finally, the crowd quietens down, exhausted from all the energy expended.
Erin Robbins: Well, glad that was finally over. Nothing like a rowdy crowd, eh Doctor?
Zach Davis: URGH. He’s lucky he didn’t lose a hand for that remark! I hate it when people are insensitive!
Erin Robbins: Goodness, get it together Zach. What happened to you, your mum Irish or something?
Zach Davis: NO! But, ugh. Whatever, let’s just get on with the show.
Micayle tuts-tuts, before speaking into the microphone once again.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Fascinating. Simply fascinating. A remark like that can actually infuriate every single soul in the audience. You Northern Irish people are certainly a brash and hasty bunch.
Boos break out again, but they are minor as everyone is still exhausted from the immense shouting just minutes ago. The Scientist breaks into a smile, as he starts to speak.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I think that y—
But before he can even complete the sentence, a sudden burst of noise plays from the speakers. The opening chords of “I’m Not Like Everybody Else” by The Kinks play as the crowd leaps to their feet, revitalised by the entrance music of a certain fan favourite.
Erin Robbins: What the! Is that Ale— what the hell does that lunatic think he’s doing coming out here at the expense of the Doctor! What is he trying to ruin!?
Zach Davis: Ha! If by ruin, you mean improve, then I agree. Anything is better than listening to that so-called scientist’s tactless speech!
Alexander Richards walks out from the back, dressed in his ring attire and carrying his usual black doctor’s bag. Interestingly, his ‘Hardcore Championship’ is strapped around his waist, and he has a live microphone in his other hand. His handler, Shawn Zach, is just several footsteps behind him, looking nervous and similarly holding a live microphone. As Richards walks down the ramp, he starts rambling in that characteristic fashion of his. Micayle frowns and heads to the ring ropes closest to the ramp.
Alexander Richards: Hey, guess what! I just realised something! There is too many doctors around here! Doc Henry and Doctor Reamus Anus! And heck, would you look at that! I am carrying a doctor’s bag with me as we speak, so does this mean I too can be a doctor? I think I can! And do you know why?
Shawn Zach stumbles slightly in his attempt to keep up with his friend.
Shawn Zach: So that you can use it as an excuse to prescribe yourself medication…?
Richards laughs out loud at that statement.
Alexander Richards: Ha! Hey, I didn’t think of that, but thanks anyways Shawn! But the real reason is that with Doc Anus in there, I think we need more doctors to hide due to how much of a disgrace he is! I would much rather call Doctor Kevorkian - my family doctor - than good ole’ Anus in there!
The crowd bursts in to laughter at that. Micayle, on the other hand, doesn’t find it very funny, his mouth dropping open slightly in shock.
Alexander Richards: So guess what folks! I’m going to do something about it, but I need some help from all of you! We are going to do this Oprah-style! So right now, I want everyone of you good Irishmen in the stands to look under your chair. Courtesy of WCF… I left a gift just for each and everyone of you.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is happening!?
Zach Davis: I have no idea Erin. None at all…
Shawn Zach glances nervously at the confident Richards. The both of them stop mere feet away from the ring ropes, where a stony-faced Micayle is standing.
Shawn Zach: How can you afford that?
Richards glances back at his manager.
Alexander Richards: Simple! I wrote a cheque under Seth Lerch’s name!
Shawn Zach: What!? That’s not going to get us into trouble?
Richards shakes his head. Simultaneously, all the fans in the Odyssey Arena reaches under their chairs and lets out a loud cheer. Apparently they found their ‘free’ present.
Alexander Richards: Of course not! How would he know if everyone keeps quiet on that! Now, everybody on the count of three, let’s show each other your gifts! 1….. 2….. OH I can’t wait to do it now!
And then, all of a sudden, all the Irish men and women in the crowd are sporting a doctor’s surgical mask. Micayle’s face darkens considerably as he looks at the gleeful crowd. Richards waves a hand to regather The Scientist’s attention.
Alexander Richards: Hello! Hello! Congratulations people! Now, thanks to the WCF, each and everyone of you are not only an honorary doctor, but also a much, much better doctor than Doctor Anus in the ring!
The crowd bursts into hysterics at that as a ‘DOC ANUS’ chant breaks out.
Erin Robbins: This is absolutely preposterous Zach! The good Doctor is just out here trying to address the crowd and look what happened! Alexander Richards is a menace to society!
Zach Davis: I don’t know Erin. I thought it was rather funny!
Erin Robbins: No it isn’t!
And evidently, neither does Micayle. Enough was enough, and he roars into his microphone.
Doctor Remus Micayle: ALEXANDER RICHARDS, YOU MONKEY! Cease your nonsense right now, and immediately! I have half a mind to march down there right now and rip your brain from yo—
But once again, his microphone gets cut off. Disgusted, Micayle throws it down to the canvas as Shawn Zach and Alexander Richards laugh.
Alexander Richards: Whoops! Seems like no one wants to hear you talk, Doc Anus! Ha ha, hope all of you enjoyed the free presents! Goodbye everyone!
Almost as abruptly as how the entire segment begun, an unpredictable Alexander Richards drops his microphone and dashes back to the locker room, with his manager struggling to keep up with him. The crowd’s cheers are louder than ever before, as a frustrated Micayle stares at the retreating back of the lunatic.
Zach Davis: I have no idea what just happened, and it seems that neither does the Doctor!
Erin Robbins: Well, I know one thing! And that the good Scientist doesn’t like being shown up! Alexander Richards may have just unleashed a set of events like never before!
The camera fades out to a commercial for the upcoming Blast PPV as a visibly-ruffled Doctor Remus Micayle continues to pace the ring.
Kyle Steel: The opening contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall!
The crowd pops just to see competition getting underway.
Story of the Year's "The children sing" blares out. Alex Jones comes out from the back in his wrestling gear and his long blonde hair wet and slicked back. His body covered with a sleeveless coat baring his Dragon Icon on the back. Alex runs and slides into the ring before popping up to his feet, he steps to the corner and throws his arms up and outward in a Jesus-like pose.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Dallas, Texas, he is "The Black Dragon", ALEX JOOOOOONES!!
The lights in the arena go out. The darkness lingers as the crowd stirs in anticipation. Finally a spotlight shines down on “Almighty” Adrian Adams as he has his back to the crowd. The sounds of a large choral response is heard focusing on the word “Almighty” for moments as he continues with his hands raised. Finally, the choir is stopped as “Sledgehammer (Instrumental)” by Peter Gabriel takes over as Adams turns around and faces the rest of the crowd. He slowly begins his walk down to the ring, grinning at the crowd and taunting them as they boo him fiercely.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponents, first, from New York, New York, he is "Almighty" AAAAAADRIAN AAAAAADAMS!!
Adams walks up the ring steps and adjusts his suit, before climbing through the ropes and into the ring. In one motion, he climbs through the ropes and spins around the ring slowly with his arms extended out. Finally, he begins to take off his shirt, tie, and coat as he moves to the corner to hand it off to his manservant that has suddenly appeared ringside to collect his clothes.
The arena goes silent as a full marching band along with a choir walk out onto the stage as an army of the Queen’s Guards march out after them and line up down either side of the ramp. Lord Abraham Mountbatten, a middle aged man with dark brown wavy hair, dressed in a black suit, a white shirt and a pair of black polished leather shoes is standing in the centre of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Lord Abraham Mountbatten: Ladies and gentlemen, will all of you please rise and place your right hand over your heart and join me in singing the British National Anthem whilst welcoming my advocate, the best of Britain. Sir…William…Cambridge!
Mountbatten then places his right hand over his heart as the marching band begins playing the British National Anthem and the choir begins singing to it as does Mountbatten. Suddenly from behind the curtain, Sir William Cambridge comes out onto the stage standing on a horse drawn carriage, his right hand over his heart and singing the National Anthem himself. The carriage stops on the stage and Cambridge climbs down off it and then begins making his way down the ramp. Once he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he then makes his way up the steel steps and onto the ring apron. Mountbatten sits on the second rope and lifts the top rope up slightly, allowing Cambridge to enter the ring, the two of them stand in the centre of the ring and put their right hands back over their hearts and finish singing the National Anthem before the marching band, the choir and the Queen’s Guards disappear to the back.
Zach Davis: Here we go, folks, this one getting underway to start our show with three men the crowd doesn't seem to care for competing for the opening fall.
Erin Robbins: A little redundant tonight, are we?
The three men are just staring one another down as the echo of the bell fades from the arena, and suddenly Alex Jones makes the first move, going directly at Cambridge, clubbing the larger man in the head. Adams comes running across the ring as well, and the two double-team the Brit into a corner. Jones backs up, and calls for Adams to send him across the ring, and Adams whips Cambridge at him, allowing for Jones to nail a big running clothesline before being taken down by a boot from Adams.
Zach Davis: And teamwork to take the big man down doesn't last long for these two here as our match gets underway...
Erin Robbins: We get it. The match started. Shut up.
Adrian grabs Alex Jones and pulls him to his feet, and the smaller man gets a knee into the gut before going for a snap DDT. Adams fights out before the move can be executed, and instead sends Alex overhead in a suplex position, hanging him there upside down.
Zach Davis: Could he be going for a brain buster here, perhaps?
Erin Robbins: I'm not entirely sure, Zach, but-
Zach Davis: OOH!
Erin Robbins: OUCH!
With the referee distracted by his manager, Cambridge managed to catch Adrian Adams with a low blow, dropping him to his knees and sending Alex Jones falling face-first in what almost looks, even on the replay, like a planned face buster! Alex bounces off the mat, and Cambridge quickly rolls up Adrian Adams with the referee only now turning around from the distraction.
Adrian Adams kicks out before the three-count and William stands up, looking between the two before pulling Alex Jones toward the middle of the ring and pinning him.
Alex Jones powers out! Cambridge gets to his feet and grabs Jones, whipping him out of the ring through the ropes, and as he turns around, he's met by-
Zach Davis: WOW!
Erin Robbins: A HUGE shot from Adrian Adams!
Zach Davis: And not just any shot, Erin! That was his signature Silver Spoon super kick! And Cambridge is down!
Erin Robbins: Adams pins Cambridge!
Cambridge powers out with authority, and Adams gets to his feet, pulling Cambridge up with him. He tries to lift him for a suplex, but Cambridge stops him and instead scoops him up and hits him with a big back breaker. He stands up and pauses, looking down and shaking his head. He waits, and as Adams gets up, he starts in on the Holy Trinity, first the knee lift, then the neckbreaker, and finally-
Zach Davis: Cambridge completing the Holy Trinity with the knee dro--
Erin Robbins: No! Adams rolls out of the way!
Adams takes the opportunity to take control of the match, and grabs Cambridge, pulling him in for a Cloverleaf hold. Just as he wrenches back, however, he's met by a missile Dropkick to the face courtesy of Alex Jones! Jones gets to his feet and as Adams gets up, Jones drops him with a clothesline, and then a second, and senses Adrian to the ground with a hurricanrana!
Zach Davis: And Alex Jones ignites a fire in this match with some quick-paced offense!
Erin Robbins: But Cambridge is getting to his feet too! Can he keep it up with two opponents to deal with?
Jones takes off towards Adams and executes a picture-perfect AJ-Guri! Adams hits the mat, and as Jones gets up and turns around- BOOM!
Zach Davis: A big boot from William Cambridge, and-
Erin Robbins: SIR William Cambridge.
Zach Davis: Whatever! The big guy is in control now!
And he scoops Jones up onto his shoulders, wasting little time dropping him with the Royal Decree. He pins.
Adams pulls Cambridge off of Jones and throws the Brit out of the ring, dropping down on Jones for the pin!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: NO!
Jones powers out, and Adams can't believe it! He stands up and holds up three fingers and then raises his arms, declaring himself the winner! In all of this, Jones sets up and executes the Endgame and pins Adams.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, "The Black Dragon" ALEX JOOOOOONES!
"Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day hits the arena speakers.
Zach Davis: That is Logan's music. He isn't scheduled to wrestle until later tonight though.
Erin Robbins: Maybe he has something to say.
Out from the black curtains comes Logan, dressed in usual signature wrestling attire, and wearing a black sleeveless leather vest along with carrying the Hardcore Championship in his hand while marching down the ramp. He eyes some of the signs in the arena, most of them of Pantheon reference, which makes him shake his head in disgust. Logan rolls into the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and raises the Hardcore belt into the air. Climbing down, he signals for a microphone, and after pacing the ring for a bit he receives that microphone. The music eventually dies out.
Logan: Last Sunday. Torture, Jonny Fly, and Mr. WCF all in the same ring.
The audience marks out for the historic match witnessed at De Mayo.
Logan: Big match. Rare match. The match that I needed to win. That was one my shot to get back into the main WCF picture, back to the top of the mountain, but instead of the long awaited matchup of The Face of Treachery versus Steve Orbit - you're getting... Jayson Price.
Some pops. Logan yawns.
Logan: Maybe some of you were expecting the Psycho Hotdog Beer Company to prevail, win one more match, and thrust our names into the 2014 Trios record books. Hell, we almost did win it. But we didn't. And there is only one person to blame for that...
He swallows hard, looking down at the ring a bit.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price was able to get the pin on Logan and pick up the win for Pantheon.
Logan: And that's myself for teaming up with a walking beer drinking trashcan and a retarded anus wearing a mask!
This generates some boos, definitely from the ICE fans.
Logan: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Everybody loves Beckman. Love him all you want, but you certainly can't count on him unless you're teaming up in a beer pong tournament.
He slings the Hardcore Championship over his shoulder, letting it rest there. The opening bars of "I'm Not Like Everybody Else" by The Kinks hits the airwaves, interrupting Logan in the process who was just about to speak back into the microphone. Alexander Richards walks out onto the ramp, receiving a warm reception in the process.
Zach Davis: I'll never understand WCF's fans and why they always cheer for the crazy ones.
Logan simply stares at Richards from across the ramp as his music fades, and Alex raises a microphone to his mouth.
Alexander Richards: Hi there.
Logan: Are you lost?
Alexander Richards: I am not. I was wondering why you have my Hardcore Championship, and more importantly, why is it on your shoulder.
With a confused look, Logan looked down to the title then back up to Alex.
Logan: You still think this is your title?
Alexander Richards: But it is!
Erin Robbins: He is delusional.
Zach Davis: Which one?
Logan: So, you think you can just come out of your trashcan and interrupt the greatest promo of the night?
Alexander Richards: I -
Logan: SHUT UP!
This causes a glare to form over Richards face.
Logan: Do I look like Waylon Cash to you? I didn't steal this title. I took your Humpty Dumpty looking ass to Connector City last month and defended it, and I'll crack that egg head of yours again tonight. But, I tell you what, Richards, if you REALLY think this is your belt...
Logan lays the title down in the middle of the ring.
Logan: Then why don't you just come and take it?
Without hesitation, Alexander Richards begins walking down the ramp and towards the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh man. It looks like we don't have to wait until later tonight to see these two go at it!
Logan looks a little surprised by Richards reaction, as if he never fully expected the possibility of Alex so eagerly accepting the invite to the ring. Logan even looks a little intimated, watching Alex climb the ring steps and step through the ropes. Once Alexander Richards is in the ring, Logan quickly scoops his Hardcore Championship up and slides out, and begins backing up towards the entrance ramp.
Zach Davis: That coward. Logan rarely backs down from a fight, but there is obviously something about Richards that scares him.
Erin Robbins: Well, yeah, just look at the guy. Logan is playing it smart, Zach. He still has to defend the belt against him later tonight. He doesn't want to risk injuring Alexander Richards here, or else the WCF fans wouldn't be able to get a proper hardcore match tonight. It's all about the fans for Logan. He's doing this for them.
Zach Davis: Oh. Bullcrap. He just told someone in the audience to shut up.
Alexander Richards remains in the ring, gripping the top ring ropes in his hands, with an awkward crazed smile sent into Logan's direction. The crowd boos at Logan, whom he responds by saying 'shut up' to them, while still backing up the ramp and behind the black curtains.
Zach Davis: Logan can't hide forever. He'll be meeting that very man in the ring later tonight with the Hardcore Championship up for grabs, along with Apocalypse.
Erin Robbins: Hiding? He's just playing mind games.
Zach Davis: Sure.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the number one contender for the WCF Television Championship!
"Who I Am" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with the hood of his hoodie up. Chase stands at the top of the ramp before he slowly makes his way down the ramp before he rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle and raising his arms in a cocky fashion before stepping down and taking his hood off and waiting on his opponent.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, he is "The Lone Wolf", ladies and gentlemen he is CHASE MIIIIIICHAELS!!!
"Back in the Picture" by The Rasmus plays and the crowd cheers. 3 seconds into the song Jordan Ciserano comes out jumping, high with energy. He continues to pump the crowd up. After that the pyro begins, exploding every time one of Ciserano's jumps hits the floor. After that Ciserano makes his way down the aisle high fiving any and every fan in sight. Once he makes it to the base of the ring he jumps onto the apron while pyro explodes as he hits it. He enters by spring boarding over the top rope. Following that he climbs the top turn buckle to the top rope hold his hands over his head. The music ends and he's ready to fight.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Buffalo, New York, ladies and gentlemen, JORRRDAN CISERANOOOOOO!!!
The two men circle each other we the referee motions toward the bell.
The two men lock up, and Michaels gets the quick advantage with a knee to the gut, and follows it up with a scoop slam. Ciserano rolls quickly to his feet and is met by a short-arm clothesline from Michaels.
Zach Davis: A good start to this number one contenders bout by Chase Michaels to keep the smaller guy from executing his quick, technical moveset.
Erin Robbins: Uh... What are you talking about?
Zach Davis: I have absolutely no idea.
Michaels pulls Jordan up before he can get himself up, and whips him across the ring, but the Buffalo native catches the ring rope and stops himself from the attempted leapfrog by Chase. Jordan quickly moves in and as Michaels gets to his feet he's there to wrap Chase in a rear headlock. Michaels elbows Ciserano, but he quickly transitions out of the hold with a neckbreaker, and rolls Michaels over locking in a LeBell Lock.
Zach Davis: Well, it's certainly been a minute since I've seen this move executed to perfection!
Erin Robbins: And it'll be another minute before you do, Zach. Foot on the rope, and the ref sees it!
Tw- Ciserano isn't pushing the count, but as he rolls to his feet, he wastes little time climbing to the top rope. Michaels is to his feet though, and Ciserano takes off, hitting a missile Dropkick that sends Chase to the mat. Ciserano quickly rolls over for the pin.
Michaels powers out, and Jordan rolls "The Lone Wolf" over again, looking to put the LeBell lock back on, but Michaels fights out of it and gets to his feet, grabbing Ciserano and pulling him up as well. He sends Jordan overhead with a snap suplex, and pulls him back up, hooking his arms for a double under hook suplex over his head, releasing Ciserano who goes flying and bounces off the mat, skidding legs first toward the corner. Michaels is the first to his feet! but Ciserano isn't far behind after quickly getting to his feet using the ropes.
Erin Robbins: What a match these two are having so far.
Zach Davis: Agreed, Erin! I don't know who's going to get the win here!
Ciserano goes running, but Michaels uses his momentum to his a one-armed side slam, pinning Ciserano.
Ciserano kicks out!
Zach Davis: Not going to get the win that easily in number one contender's bout, I'm afraid!
Erin Robbins: You can never be sure, Zach. The WCF is full of surprises.
Michaels gets to his feet and bounds off the ropes, and hits a running knee strike to Ciserano-NO! Ciserano rolls out of the way, allowing Michaels to crash and burn on his attempt. Ciserano rolls to the edge of the ring apron and pulls himself up quickly, going for a springboard splash to the downed Michaels.
Zach Davis: Excellent awareness by Jordan Ciserano to avoid the knee drop and get back on the offense!
Ciserano gets to his feet and waits, and as Michaels gets to his feet, Jordan bounds off the ropes, leaping and wrapping his legs around Chase's head spinning him, but Michaels transitions the move into a spinning sit-out power bomb, almost identical to his Fall From Grace finisher, and pins.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and the NEW Number One Contender to the WCF Television Championship, "The Lone Wolf", Chase MIIIIIICHAELS!!
The scene cuts outside of the arena. It appears like there are people lurking in the parking lot. All of a sudden, Marina Valdivia's manager/publicist Allison Mayberry appears. She has her own personal cameraman following her.
Allison: Hello WCF City, this is Gale Weathers. We're out here in the parking lot where Sidney Prescott is still hunting for Oblivion, but so far, no such luck.
Right on cue, Marina Valdivia shows up, dressed as Sidney Prescott. They're continuing their "Scream" skit from a couple of nights ago.
Allison/Gale: Sidney, you've been hunting for Oblivion in the parking lot, but it doesn't seem like he's anywhere to be found.
Marina/Sidney: He's hiding, somewhere. I can conclude that he's not in the parking lot. Which means, he HAS to be inside of that arena.
Allison/Gale: Are we going in?
Marina/Sidney: You bet! But not without my trusty aluminum barbwire baseball bat.
On cue, Marina reveals she was hiding it behind her back.
Marina/Sidney: Let's find that motherfucker and slay him!
They both approach the arena and they're already near the entrance. The cameraman is following their every move.
Marina/Sidney: You better be on the lookout! Oblivion, or any of his Shadow Demon freaks might show up. Denise is back from her injury and she's going to want blood.
They both get to the entrance where security stops them. With Marina dressed as Sidney Prescott, they have no way of telling that it's actually her.
Guard: What are you people doing?
Marina/Sidney: We're hunting for Oblivion. We know he's in there.
Guard: Authorized personnel only. What is with you crazy fans?
Marina rolls her eyes, as she realizes what's going on. She removes the brown wig.
Marina Valdivia: Hello? Does this pretty face seem familiar?
Guard: OH! Sorry Marina, didn't recognize you. What about these two?
Marina Valdivia: They're with me!
Guard: Well, you can keep hunting Oblivion then!
Marina smirks as she puts the wig back on.
Marina/Sidney: Let's do this.
Security steps aside to let them all in.
Marina/Sidney: I know you're here Oblivion, come out, you COWARD!
They reach a door. Marina opens it and turns the light on.
Marina/Sidney: He's not here.
They continue to walk.
Marina/Sidney: Come on out you sick FUCK!
She opens another door, but again, nothing. Three more doors follow, and again, nothing.
Allison/Gale: Sidney, it looks like the only place you're going to find him tonight is in that ring.
Marina/Sidney: Then so be it Gale. I figured it was going to be this way, considering how much of a coward he is.
Allison: And, WRAP!
Marina takes a deep breath, before she removes her wig again and becomes herself.
Marina Valdivia: I'm coming into this thing angry, determined and ready. He can only hide for so long, him and those Shadow Demon cronies of his. But once I get him in the ring, I'm REALLY going Sidney Prescott on his ass! Hey Oblivion, I'm going to slay you tonight and I'm going to show you that the word "doubt" is no longer in my vocabulary. I'm not an underdog, I'm not a doubter, I'm not a crier. The time for games and skits are over and you can bring out Night Rider, and you can bring out Denise, but that won't matter. Tonight, you're going to get a Marina Valdivia that you weren't expecting. Tonight is my night to prove that I can beat some of WCF's best once again. For your sake, you better hope you're not still being a baby over not winning the Trios cup, because if you are, I'm going to expose that the way I'm going to expose the man you truly are underneath those layers of psychological pain that shield you: A sorry, scared excuse of a man who will never know what positivity power, strength within oneself and the power of believing in oneself brings. Damsel in distress? Fuck you! Your worst nightmare is coming tonight! Ain't that a SCREAM?
She has a confident smirk on her face as the scene comes to an end.
Zach Davis: The match between Ana Valentine and Doc Henry is about to get underway.
Watch me burn by Lansdowne blasts out of the PA system.
Kyle Steel: the following match up is for one fall...
Ana Valentine comes out of the back with energy. She walks down to the ring staring forward ignoring the fans as the song builds up.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring.... from Las Vegas Nevada weighing in at 115 pounds... ANA VALENTINE!!
Ana runs and slides under the bottom rope spinning her body around on her knee's before popping up and running to the corner climbing onto the second rope staring out at the fans.
Erin Robbins: Ana Valentine looks ready for this match!!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Southern Rogue, Erin, you think he is going to tell us his tag partner?
Erin Robbins: Why else would be be out here Zach?
Doc stands in the middle of the ring, and raises the mic to his face.
Doc: Here we are, in BELFAST, IRELAND!!!
The crowd cheers loud for the recognition.
Doc: Now, before anyone decides they know who my partner is, I'll just say this. That hasn't been determined. So, in an effort to be fair, I will be conducting open interviews in the back. Anyone, and I mean anyone is welcome to come see me in the office I have set up, and plead their case...
With that, the bell sounds.
The two competitors circle the ring, as the crowd begins to chant out...
One half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO ANA!!
The other half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO DOC!!
One half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO ANA!!
The other half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO DOC!!
The two competitors circle the ring, one more time before slamming against one another, locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry has considerable amount of height and weight difference on Ana valentine.
Erin Robbins: Ms. Valentine has enough talent that the obvious size difference will not hold her back from a victory.
Doc Henry and Ana valentine pushes each other back and forth, until Doc Henry pushes Ana Valentine into the nearest corner. Stanley Moser is there immediately to start the count...
Stanley Moser: Alright, you two, I want a simple and clean break! ONE.... TWO... THREE...
Before Moser gets to four, both Henry and Valentine breaks away cleanly. As they, once again circle the ring, both competitors simply slap their right hands together, as a simple sign of sportmanship.
Zach Davis: A Japanese arm drag executed by Ana Valentine.
Erin Robbins: Another Japanese arm drag executed by Ana Valentine.
Both athletes stand up and charge one another...
Zach Davis: Doc Henry pops Ana Valentine with a back fist to her mid-section.
Doc Henry heads towards the ringropes. Henry bounces off the ropes...
Erin Robbins: A swinging neckbreaker by Doc Henry! Doc Henry is going for an pin attempt!!
Zach Davis: Not even a one count.
As Ana is still seated on the mat, Doc grabs Valentine with a rear chin lock. Stanley Moser instantly checks to see if the hold is a choke and it's not. valentine tries to maneuver around.
Erin Robbins: Ana Valentine manages to stand up. The rear chin lock is now a side headlock.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine pops Doc Henry in he mid-section with a short elbow.
Doc Henry still has the side headlock attached to Ana Valentine.
Erin Robbins: Ana Valentine nails Doc Henry with another mid-section shot.
The last mid section shot makes Doc Henry to let go of the side headlock.
Ana Valentine nails Doc Henry with three quick shots to his head....
Zach Davis: Ms. Valentine runs off towards the ropes...
Erin Robbins: NO!! Doc Henry catches her off guard with a chop block!!
Doc Henry grabs Ana Valentine and picks her up...
Zach Davis: A perfectly executed backdrop suplex.
Erin Robbins: That suplex nearly broke Ana Valentine in half. Doc Henry is going for another pin attempt!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Erin Robbins: Not only did Ana Valentine kickout of that pin attempt, she also got her right shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry picks up a groggy Ana Valentine and Irish whips her into the ropes.
Ana Valentine bounces off the ropes. With sonic speed, Ana Valentine bolts off the ropes....
Erin Robbins: Doc Henry nails Ana Valentine with a cross body block!!
Zach Davis: Doc Henry goes for another pin attempt.
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
One half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO ANA!!
The other half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO DOC!!
One half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO ANA!!
The other half of the Odyssey Arena: LET'S GO DOC!!
With the first opportunity Ana Valentine gets, she exits the ring.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine is taking a small time breather.
Erin Robbins: No, Ana Valentine is just thinking of ideas to catch Doc Henry off guard!!
Ana Valentine paces at the ringside area. doc Henry gets to the ropes, but Stanley Moser stops him and slightly pushes him away from the ropes. Doc Henry stays persistent and walks back towards the ropes....
Ana grabs the legs of Doc Henry, trips him in the process. Doc Henry falls down onto his backside. Ana Valentine pulls him out of the ring. Ana grabs Doc...
Zach Davis: It looks as if Ana Valentine is about to whip Doc Henry, on the outside of the ring.
Erin Robbins: Doc Henry reverses the Irish whip.
Ana Valentine is whipped towards the ring entrance steps.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry charges at Ana Valentine....
The crowd roars as Ana Valentine got up and nails Doc Henry with a spinning heel kick. Valentine grabs a stunned Doc Henry...
Erin Robbins: A snap suplex onto the ring entrance steps!!
Ana Valentine grabs Doc Henry and rolls back inside the ring. The Odyssey Arena shouts out encouragement.
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine is climbing up the turnbuckles.
Ana Valentine is facing outward, away from the ring. without any hesitation, Ana Valentine leaps off the top turnbuckle with a moonsault.
Erin Robbins: Ana Valentine leaps off with a moonsault.
Camera phones flash throughout the arena, as Ana Valentine floats in the air....
Zach Davis: Doc Henry moves out of the way!!
Ana Valentine lands hard on the mat. Doc Henry quickly picks up Valentine and drags her to the ropes...
Ana Valentine: AHHHHHHHHHHH!! UGH!!
Erin Robbins: Doc Henry drags Ana Valentine's eyes against the top ring rope. Valentine staggers around in pain.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is getting nasty with that thumb in the eye.
Ana staggers around...
Erin Robbins: Pedigree!!
Ana Valentine's head connect with the mat. Henry rolls her over and looks like he was about to pin her. But, stands up, smiling.
Zach Davis: What is he doing? He had Ana Valentine pinned.
Doc Henry quickly runs over to the corner and climbs up to the turnbuckles. Henry leaps off the top turnbuckle and....
Erin Robbins: Top turnbuckle elbow drop!!
Doc Henry attempts, for the pin. Stanley Moser slides into position. But, Doc Henry stands up and quickly walks away to the corner.
Zach Davis: Once again, Doc Henry had Ana Valentine pinned!!
Doc Henry climbs up to the top turnbuckle and screams out...
Doc: This is where I win this match....
Doc Henry flies off the top turnbuckle.
The crowd cheers!
Zach Davis: Ana Valentine moves out of the way!!
Erin Robbins: Doc Henry misses with another flying elbow drop!!
Valentine grabs Doc and stands him up. Ana Valentine leaps into the air and takes her right arms and places it under the chin of Doc Henry and pulls him down hard, face first into the mat.
Zach Davis: THE KISS GOODNIGHT!!
Erin Robbins: But Ana Valentine is NOT finished with Doc Henry.
Ana Valentine goes behind Doc Henry, while he is still on the mat. Ana putsDoc's right arm between her legs as she yanks on Doc Henry's left arm.
Zach Davis: INTO THE ASHES!! SHE HAS IT CINCHED IN!!
Erin Robbins: Is Doc Henry gonna tap?!
Ana Valentines keeps yanking on the arm. with the pinned in arm, Doc Henry quickly taps.
Zach Davis: YES!! YES!! Doc Henry taps!!
[DING!! DING!! DING!!]
Zach Davis: The winner, of the match, due to submission.... Ana Valentine!!
Slam returns from it's commercial break, where we find Dr. Remus Micayle backstage in the locker room, pacing back and forth, trying to find the words he wants to say. He's done preparing for his match against Caliban, and at this moment seems to have his mind set in other places.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You know, it's a great feeling, being champion, it really is. Not many of these uneducated morons know how it feels cause...well, they just don't cut it. What Dillinger and I are doing right now, in this tag division, is pure and simple domination. Sequitus? Give me a break, they haven't been able to best us and they never will. Doc Henry? Please, he stopped being relevant when he gave up being a confederate. No one can even come close to what we've managed to accomplish since we won the belts. It's because of US that the tag division is finally gathering the slither of respect it deserves, unlike those Colin Marshall, Alex Jones and Peter Quinn, who seem content to just coast on by week after week collecting their ill-begotten paychecks! I swear, sometimes it feels like...
Remus is stopped dead in his tracks by the door to the locker room opening. In walks in an unhappy looking Peter Quinn, who is coming to pack up his things after his match earlier in the night.
Peter Quinn: Has anyone ever told you that you talk REALLY loud? I can hear you through the goddamn walls.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Well good, at least now I know I'm being heard and not just ignored. In fact, I'm glad you were able to hear that, because I know that if you tried taking me on, you'd just end up another clueless contender.
Peter Quinn: Look, we're both intellectuals, let's talk about this rationally.
Doctor Remus Micayle: INTELLECTUALS? HAH! You have the gall to consider yourself an intellectual? That's beautiful. Yeah, please tell me how pieces of fiction compare to actual science. Go on, I'll wait.
An uncomfortable silence follows.
Doctor Remus Micayle: That's what I thought. Now be a good rookie and run off to the unemployment line.
Quinn, having had enough of this, starts to get into Remus's face.
Peter Quinn: We could settle this right here, right now if that's what you'd prefer...
Before any more words can be traded, FPV comes barging into the room, here to stop anything else from going down.
FPV: That's enough! Nobody's settling nobody here, leave you're strength for the ring.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You're daddy has a point Peter, it's way past your bedtime, you should be long gone from here.
FPV: That goes for you too Remus. I am ALL TOO READY to begin with the headshots, you hear me?
Doctor Remus Micayle: Fine, I'll go. I have a match later on anyways.
FPV and Quinn, neither two men happy, exit the locker room and leave Remus to his lonesome before the cameras cut to the next match.
The opening riff to "The End Of Heartache" echoes throughout the arena as Colin Marshall leaps out through the curtain. He walks along the stage before falling to his knees right before he walks down the ramp. He holds his arms out as the crowd echoes with a mixture of cheers and boos. He stands and makes his way down the ramp. He comes to the end and slides in to the ring, keeping one hand on the bottom rope, catching his slide. He lifts himself up and stands on the middle rope, taunting to the crowd. He steps off the rope, removes his jacket, and awaits the beginning of the match.
Zach Davis: Here’s Colin Marshall. He hasn’t had a victory in several weeks, so he might be looking to do more than defeat Peter Quinn here tonight.
Erin Robbins: He doesn’t stand a chance. He’s slipping. He let his first victory over Terry Roberts get to his head and now he can’t seem to pull it out.
"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.
Erin Robbins: Here’s a true winner, Zach. The man has absolutely no wrestling experience and he’s got more wins than Colin Marshall. What’s the deal with that?
Zach Davis: I don’t know…but I wouldn’t count Colin out just yet.
The two competitors begin to circle the ring, staring each other down. The referee calls for the bell and the two men lock up. Colin quickly moves behind Quinn and hits him with a hard back suplex. Quinn holds his back as he lifts himself off the ground. Colin, looking pleased with himself, moves his hands to his head and swipes his hair back. He rushes Quinn who hits him with what looks like a lucky gut kick and a quick uppercut, knocking him backwards.
Erin Robbins: What a shot by Peter Quinn!
Zach Davis: Colin better watch out for Quinn’s quick feet.
This time its Quinn’s turn to celebrate. He lifts his arms in the air momentarily before Colin rushes him and the two bounce off the ropes. Colin grabs Quinn’s arm and irish whips him in to the opposite rope. He comes flying back and Colin hits him with a jumping heel kick. Quinn hits the mat and Colin goes for a quick roll up.
Zach Davis: Quinn gets an early kick out.
Quinn’s shoulder comes off the mat quickly, barely making it a two count. Colin gets up off Quinn and the two climb to their feet. Quinn begins hitting Colin in the head with hard punches, his hair flying back to accentuate each strike. After about three punches, Colin catches his hand and hits him back with punches of his own. The two end up in the turnbuckle, but on Colin’s fourth punch, Quinn catches his hand and reverses Colin in to the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: Fast turnaround by Quinn.
Zach Davis: Momentum can shift quicker than the wind, Erin.
Quinn begins hitting Colin in the chest with hard chops, reddening his chest. He grabs Colin and irish whips him but as Colin is about to go towards the opposite turnbuckle, Quinn turns him around and trips Colin in to the turnbuckle. Colin’s head hits the turnbuckle and he bounces off and on to the mat. Quinn rolls up his leg.
Colin’s shoulder comes off the ground and he grabs the ropes. Quinn gets up as well, using his forward momentum to keep on the attack. He hits Colin hard in the back with a forearm smash, who topples over to his knees. Quinn lifts his arms up and brings them down with an axe arm smash…but at the last second, Colin moves out of the way. He sweeps his leg around Quinn’s, who topples backwards and hits the mat hard. Colin quickly moves towards him and hits a standing double moonsault.
Zach Davis: What was that? That was beautiful!
He wraps his arm around Quinn’s leg, attempting a pinfall.
Erin Robbins: How did he kick out of that one? The pain it must have put his midsection is…
Zach Davis: Quinn is tougher than he looks.
Colin looks upset, believing that move to be the one to put Quinn down. Colin lifts himself off of Quinn and moves towards the turnbuckle, motioning for Quinn to stand up. Quinn looks a little dazed standing up, but as Colin moves in for the kill, Quinn lifts his leg up with surprising speed. Colin turns around as Quinn’s leg leaves the mat. Just as its about to make contact with Colin’s chin, he ducks underneath and Quinn gets hung up on the ropes. Colin grabs Quinn around the neck and brings him down, crashing his back in to both of Colin’s knees. Colin picks Quinn up and puts his head between his legs, rolling forward and driving his head in to the mat.
Zach Davis: Oh my…what a piledriver.
Erin Robbins: Flipsters…you know?
Colin rolls Quinn’s leg up for the pinfall.
Erin Robbins: Oh my…he did it…Colin Marshall wins. His losing streak is over.
Zach Davis: I told you not to count him out, Erin.
Colin celebrates his victory over Quinn in the ring, going to the turnbuckle and taunting to a cheering crowd. He leaves the ring, leaving Peter Quinn in the ring by himself.
"Spacegrass" by Clutch filters through the PA system of the arena du jour while yellow and green lights flash intermittently. A cloud of smoke gradually engulfs the ringside area, complementing the early 90's stoner rock vibe. Zombie McMorris and Diablo Calzone appear in the audience, silhouetted by a spotlight, nodding out to the music. They begin their walk down to the ring and are quickly snatched up by the fans. The duo is bodysurfed through the crowd all the way down to the barrier. They hop the crowd barrier just as the music kicks into high gear, becoming heavier and more aggressive. ZMAC and D-LO headbang and play air guitar and drums, respectively, before sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. They hop onto the turnbuckles in opposite corners of the ring and salute their fans as the music fades.
Zach Davis: No Buddy Roman tonight?
Erin Robbins: I think he's on double secret probation after his antics last week in Mexico City, Zach.
Zach Davis: In other words, he's been banished from ringside?
Erin Robbins: Shh! It's a secret.
The house lights go down, as red spotlights go over the crowd, as "Light Em Up" by Fallout Boy begins to play over the loud speakers. The red spotlight comes to a stop at the entrance way, as the tron comes to life showing what appears to be shadows with red and purple eyes, only to turn into shots of Denise and Night Rider. The two of them in matches, and quiet times together. The sound of a horse neighing in the darkness can be heard, as a solid black horse appears with Denise and Night Rider on it's back. The horse rears as flames shoot down either side of the ramp way, and continues in waves as they ride down to the ring, in a light canter. They reach ring side, and Night Rider hops off, and helps Denise down to the floor. The two of them kiss and she hands the reigns to a stage hand waiting. Night Rider gets into the ring, and holds open the ropes for Denise. The two of them stand in the middle of the ring and Denise raises her hands, as lightening hits all four posts sending flames up. She removes the long black trench coat and tosses it in the corner as they wait for their opponent.
Zach Davis: The Shadow Demons lost their Tag Team Championship to Team Science in that epic cage match a couple weeks back on Slam, and you know they're gunning for a championship rematch.
Erin Robbins: Both of these teams have the chance to earn a shot at the belts. The Shadow Demons are the former champs, but The Vapor Kings are an experienced team in their own right. This should be a wild and unpredictable contest.
Denise and Rider warily eye The Vapor Kings from their corner of the ring. The Vapor Kings, for their part, simply stare back at The Shadow Demons, that doped up glaze in their eyes. Finally, the two teams break their stare and prepare to start the match.
Zach Davis: Looks like Night Rider and Diablo Calzone are gonna start off for their respective teams.
Referee Mookie Blaylock calls for the bell.
D-LO and Night shoot in for the collar-and-elbow tie-up.
Zach Davis: These are two big men, but Night Rider holds the size and, presumably, the strength advantage.
Erin Robbins: Yeah but Diablo has that extensive collegiate wrestling background. Gotta figure he has the edge in the grappling department.
Rider's strength overwhelms D-LO and Night squeezes him into a side headlock, but Calzone slips out and locks Night in a hammerlock. Diablo works that hammerlock and hits a couple of nice arm wringers. D-LO tries for the armdrag, but Night powers out of it and knees D-LO in the midsection. Night counters into a hip toss and the Turtle Man goes flying onto the mat, shell first.
Zach Davis: D-LO pops up to his feet with a scowl on his face. i don't think he enjoyed being taken for a ride.
Erin Robbins: Not unless there's a hot babe behind the wheel and he's picking up the tab.
Diablo talks some trash at Rider, but Rider is unfazed. They lock up again. This time D-LO jukes his way into a nice go-behind and a rear waistlock. Calzone tries to lift Rider, but Night anchors himself to the mat, using his weight advantage for leverage. Night Rider rallies off a slew of elbows to the head, causing Diablo to abandon the waistlock. Rider shoots off the ropes and appears to be on the offensive, but in the blink of an eye Diablo springboards and hits a picture perfect back elbow to the jaw.
Zach Davis: Diablo Calzone is fast and agile for a man of his size. Six-foot-five, two-fifty-two, hailing from the sewers of Brooklyn. This man flies around the ring like a luchadore.
Erin Robbins: That's T-U-R-T-L-E POWER, Zach!
Zach Davis: I didn't know turtles could fly.
Erin Robbins: I didn't know yo mama could fly, Zach.
Rider is up. Diablo scoops Night onto his shoulders and goes for a Death Valley Driver, but Rider wiggles free, landing behind Calzone. Calzone spins around and absorbs a karate chop to the throat. D-LO immediately gasps for breath, but Night shows no mercy, reeling off a plurality of forearm smashes to Calzone's face. With Calzone propped against the ropes, Rider attacks with a thrust kick that flips Calzone over the top.
Zach Davis: Up and over by Calzone!
Rider turns around to taunt the fans and celebrate his achievement.
Erin Robbins: But D-LO landed on the apron!
Calzone calls out to Rider. Rider turns around and Calzone shoots through the top and middle ropes with a shoulder block to the midsection. With Rider staggered, Diablo springboards off the top rope with a missile dropkick. D-LO kips up to his feet and taunts Denise, trying to draw her into the ring, but D'evil doesn't bite.
Zach Davis: Good discipline by The Death Bringer, not allowing Calzone to get under her skin.
Erin Robbins: Rider's back up now. He catches D-LO by surprise with a standing dropkick.
D-LO is knocked onto his shell. Rider picks him up and hits a nasty belly to belly suplex. Rider pins.
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
D-LO pops to his feet and shoots off the ropes. Rider clotheslines. D-LO ducks. D-LO bounces off the ropes and hits a flying butt smash, shell first. D-LO measures Rider - he hits a leg kick, body kick and head kick executed in lightning quick succession.
Erin Robbins: Ninja Turtle Kick Combo!
D-LO shoots off the ropes, goes for Rolling Thunder-
Zach Davis: Turtle Wax!
Erin Robbins: No! Rider gets his knees up and buries them in Calzone's shell!
Calzone sells the injured shell while Rider returns to offense. Rider hits a snap suplex and then locks D-LO in an armbar.
Zach Davis: Painful submission maneuver here by Night Rider. Don't know if he'll be able to submit Calzone, but he can at least wear him down.
Erin Robbins: If you can keep the unpredictable D-LO C-LO off his feet that's always a good thing.
D-LO tries to battle to a vertical base, but as he gets there Rider yanks him back to the mat, the armbar still locked in. Finally, D-LO rolls toward the ropes, forcing a break by the ref.
Zach Davis: Good ring awareness by Calzone, but Rider might have inflicted some damage on that arm. Looks like D-LO is favoring it right now.
Erin Robbins: Oof! Big clothesline by Rider! That nearly took D-LO out of his shell!
Rider makes the tag to Denise. Rider lifts D-LO for the belly to back suplex and Denise chains the move with a neckbreaker, completing the double team. Rider climbs out to the apron while Denise pins.
NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Denise is so lithe in that ring, so graceful. Standing at an even six feet tall, she's not shrimpy like some of our other female Superstars.
Erin Robbins: She moves like a ballerina. An executioner ballerina that lops people's heads off with a sword.
Denise whips D-LO into the ropes. Calzone ducks a clothesline attempt but he cannot duck the Roundhouse Kick that connects with his face. Denise quickly grapples D-LO and shows her strength, lifting the Ninja Turtle off of the mat and dropping him directly on his head with a German suplex. She bridges for the pin.
THR--NO!!! KICK OUT!!!
Zach Davis: Denise almost had him that time.
Erin Robbins: D-LO needs to tag out. ZMAC is juiced. He's geeked. He's ready to rock. Look at him jumping up and down on the apron and hootin' and hollerin' like that Coked Up Man Mad that he is.
D-LO looks to ZMAC, but the feet seem like miles to him. He elbows Denise in the gut, tries to follow with an Acid Drop in the corner, but Denise counters out of it and sends D-LO crashing to the mat.
Zach Davis: Nobody was home for D-LO!
Erin Robbins: Denise is all over him. What is it about D-LO that makes women want to put boots to asses when they face him?
Zach Davis: He's just got one of those faces that you can't help but want to punch.
Erin Robbins: I think he's kinda cute. Relative to ZMAC anyway.
Denise signals that it's time for the rack.
Zach Davis: What? Denise is gonna rack D-LO? She's barely half his weight.
Erin Robbins: Doesn't matter. This woman is immortal, Zach. She once racked Genghis Khan. Had him cryin like a bitch.
A groggy D-LO C-LO stumbles to his feet and Denise swoops in and lifts him onto her shoulders.
Zach Davis: Torture Rack! Denise D'evil is racking Diablo Calzone! They're in the middle of the ring! Can he hang on? Will he tap?
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. That undefeated streak could be coming to an end for The Vapor Kings.
Zach Davis: D-LO tapped! Denise made him tap! It's over!
Erin Robbins: No! ZMAC distracted the ref! He threw a white, powdery substance into the ref's eyes!
Denise notices the interference by ZMAC and drops D-LO to the mat at her feet. Denise starts toward ZMAC, but D-LO grabs her boot, hanging on for dear life. ZMAC seizes the opening created by the distraction and clobbers Denise with a big boot.
Zach Davis: Denise is down!
Erin Robbins: Rider charges into the ring!
Zach Davis: He eats a big boot for his efforts!
Erin Robbins: Denise is laid out. Rider is laid out. D-LO is laid out. The ref is laid out. Honey Badger is standing tall!
ZMAC climbs to the outside of the ring and lifts the apron. He searches under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets up the table outside of the ring and then climbs back in.
Zach Davis: What the hell does ZMAC have in mind here?
Erin Robbins: He just grabbed Denise and he's taking her to the top rope!
Zach Davis: No... you don't think?... he wouldn't!
Erin Robbins: It's The Honey Badger, Zach. He would!
ZMAC carries Denise up to the top rope and sets up for his Deuce And A Half finish. Before he can launch from the top, Rider cuts off ZMAC in a daring attempt to rescue his wife and tag team partner. ZMAC, Rider and Denise all dangle precariously on the top rope, brawling it out, that table looming ominously outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: This is madness. ZMAC's trying to slam Denise- wait that didn't sound right. ZMAC's trying to send Denise through that table and Rider is trying to free Denise and send ZMAC through the table and-- what? D-LO C-LO is on his feet now! He's finally recovered from that Torture Rack that Denise put him in!
Erin Robbins: It looks like a new ref is coming out from the back! Peter Laos! It's Laos time, baby!
Laos runs down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, nearly sliding all the way to the other side of the ring before he puts on the brakes and pops to his feet.
Zach Davis: D-LO is climbing the ropes now! We got ZMAC, Denise, Rider and Calzone all converging at the top of the turnbuckle!
Erin Robbins: Oh no! There was a wobble! And another!
With each clobbering uppercut and forearm smash that lands, the four Superstars perched atop the single turnbuckle grow increasingly unstable. After a final thunderous exchange of strikes, the collective members of The Shadow Demons and The Vapor Kings careen from the turnbuckle like a tree collapsing in the forest.
Zach Davis: Oh my Godfather! They went through the table! Both teams just went through the table!
Erin Robbins: Bodies everywhere! Warm, supple American bodies strewn about like drunken teens after a Spring Break car accident.
Peter Laos has seen enough. He calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been ruled a... NO CONTEST!
Zach Davis: A no contest? But this match was supposed to determine the top contenders to the tag team championship.
Erin Robbins: That's right. We only have two teams with guaranteed title shots in hand. We need a third!
A team of medics swarms down to the ringside area to tend to the fallen Superstars and remove them from the wreckage of table.
Zach Davis: I just hope both teams are OK.
Erin Robbins: Absolutely, Zach. We need to get them back into the ring as soon as possible to settle the score once and for all.
Zach Davis: How much more blood will be shed between these two teams?
Erin Robbins: As much as is required, Zach. Not a drop less.
The cameras fly backstage to catch Kevin, George - THE NERDSMASHERS - standing at urinals in a bathroom with their backs to the camera of course. A toilet flushes from within a stall, and soon the door opens with Logan stepping out of the stall with a look of relief on his face.
Logan: Fellas. How's it going?
George: Good. Just smashing this urinal with some hot awesome juice.
Kevin waves a hand in front of his nose, making a sour face.
Logan: My bad. I just unloaded a couple of mini Steve Orbit's if you catch my drift. Too many hotdogs this afternoon. They're good for you though. Hotdogs are champions food -
Logan stops talking once another presence enters the bathroom, joining Logan, and the Nerdsmashers. It's Jeff Purse. Jeff stops, looks at Logan, and then over to the Nerdsmashers before finding a urinal.
Logan: What are you looking at?
Kevin: Were you eye balling Logan's Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery?!
Jeff Purse confusingly mouths the words 'Nerdgaggot', however he brushes them off, gritting his teeth and letting out a forced chuckle.
Logan: Oh, that's funny? I'll tell you what's funny, me slapping you right in the mouth.
Jeff Purse: Okay.
Purse finishes his business, zips up, and turns to Logan.
Logan: I thought you had to sit down to do that. Maybe you're in the wrong bathroom you soft bitch!
Kevin and George 'OOOOO'. Jeff Purse glares at Logan walking in his direction, and in return, Logan looks a little uneasy - on edge - as if maybe he was expecting to just punk Jeff down, and Logan backs up a bit.
Logan: Hey whoa! Take it easy, man. I'm just joking, pulling your chain. We're all friends here. Just a couple of good ole boys hanging out in the bathroom.
Purse stops in his tracks, shaking his head and dismissing the situation.
Jeff Purse: Yeah, okay. You guys enjoy your little bathroom party. I've got things to do.
Out of nowhere, Logan hits Jeff Purse with a right hand sucker punch, forcing a stunned Jeff to fall backwards into the Nerdsmashers, who restrain him.
Logan: You're going to let that nerdboudle walk in here, piss in Mr. WCF's toilets, and disrespect us like that?
Kevin: Eh! This nerd!
George: You're right, Logan. These are NERD free toilets!
George and Kevin attempt to give Jeff Purse a wedgie. However, he begins breaking free, elbowing Kevin off his side. Logan charges in and goes to fire another right at Jeff, but Jeff ducks it, and Logan accidentally clocks George! Who goes down. Realizing what's happened, Logan's eyes grow wide, and he quickly turns from Purse and flees. Logan slips in a puddle of urine, lands flat on his back, and in panic scrambles back to his feet while Jeff Purse simply watches on. Logan high tails it out of the bathroom.
Zach Davis: That coward!
Erin Robbins: Coward?! Logan is a busy man. He has matches to get to! It's obvious he was just in a hurry.
Zach Davis: Yeah, in a hurry to get away from Jeff Purse.
Meanwhile, Jeff shakes his head, and makes sure to wash his hands before leaving the bathroom and the downed Nerd Smashers.
Zach Davis: And now its time for some Hardcore action.
Erin Robbins: Thats right, the WCF Hardcore Championship is up for grabs here in this triple threat match. Apocalypse, Alex Richards, and the champion Logan.
Zach Davis: And it kinda sucks for Logan, he doesn't have to be pinned to lose the title here tonight.
Erin Robbins: That is true, but anything goes in this match so-
She is cut off by the "Won't Back Down" by Eminem blaring on the PA. The fans get on their feet as Jeff Purse begins to make his way down to the ring.
Zach Davis: And...Erin...what is Jeff Purse doing out here? He isn't in this match.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, I don't know Zach but we will find out soon enough.
Jeff takes his time, slapping hands with fans, playing to the crowd. He finally comes around and sits at the commentator booth.
Zach Davis: Joining us for some commentary Jeff?
Jeff Purse: Yup. I want to be up close when Logan loses that title tonight.
Erin Robbins: Why?
Jeff Purse: Because Erin, after what happened earlier, thats all I would like to see right now.
Zach Davis: Fair enough.
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 as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play.
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.
Feel thy name extermination
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.
So we cross that line
The house lights come on and Apocalypse then starts to head down the ramp, with a slow intimidating walk, as the fans marvel at his size. Some are brave enough to reach their hands out to touch him. Before he nears the end of the ramp the Brute stops and makes his way over to a young child. He stares at the child before him; suddenly he pulls out some of his hair, squeals, and hands over his hair to the child before flashing a goofy smile. He then reaches the end of the ramp, steps up onto the ring apron and over the rope with ease. Once in the ring he makes his way over to a corner, sits down, and starts rocking like a baby as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica fades out.
Jeff Purse: This guy is just...weird. Like an Oblivion wanna be on drugs.
Zach Davis: Yeah, I agree.
Erin Robbins: Are you guys saying Oblivion isn't on drugs?
Jeff Purse: Probably.
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.
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 eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Erin Robbins: Alex doesn't deserve this shot. It should have been giving to someone else.
Zach Davis: Regardless of what you think Erin, he gets a shot at the Hardcore Championship.
Jeff Purse: Yup.
Erin Robbins: Riveting commentary Jeff.
Jeff Purse: Oh sorry Erin, I didn't know you had a bunch of sand in your vagina.
Zach Davis: Hahaha.
A drum roll begins. "Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception. Wearing a black leather vest, and his signature ring attire. Logan takes his time walking down the ramp, peering out over the audience every so often. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the middle rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle, removes his vest and throws it to the outside of the ring and then paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Jeff Purse: There he is. The worst Hardcore Champion the WCF has ever seen.
Erin Robbins: Logan is one of the best the WCF has ever seen.
Jeff Purse: That may be true, but it doesn't change the fact that he is a bitch.
Zach Davis: Well, regardless, the match is about to begin.
And Zach is right, as the competitors are circling the ring. Logan takes a second to shout something at Jeff. Jeff rolls his eyes. Alex comes in and tries to tie up with Logan, who moves out of the way. Apoc sees this though and quickly takes Logan down with a clothesline. Then a clothesline to Alex.
Zach Davis: It seems that Apoc is starting off strong.
Jeff Purse: Good for him.
Apoc decides to start stomping on Logan, leaving Alex alone. Alex takes the time to let Apoc stomp away at the champ while he rests in the corner. Apoc meanwhile picks Logan up and whips him into the turnbuckle. He follows, but Logan hits him with a big boot. Apoc doubles back as Logan comes shooting out of the corner, grabs Apoc, and hits him with a bull dog. Quickly, trying to capitalize, Logan hits the ropes and comes back with an elbow down on Apoc. He hits the ropes again and comes back with a leg drop. He pins...
But Richards breaks it up. He stomps down on Logan, who gets up quickly and begins exchanging blows with Richards. Richards blocks and whips Logan, following him, and clothes lines him out of the ring. Alex leaves the ring through the middle ropes, jumping down to the floor with a punch from Logan to the midsection. Alex doubles over as Logan whips him at the steel ring steps. But Richards reverses it, sending Logan crashing into the steps. He picks Logan up and drops him again with a suplex onto the broken down steps.
Jeff Purse: Man, what a match. In fact...
Jeff gets up and grabs a chair, throwing it toward Alex Richards. Richards looks over a bit confused.
Jeff Purse: Use it you dumb son of a bitch.
Richards shrugs and picks up the chair.
Zach Davis: Well I am not sure I agree with that, but OHHH
Richads had just brought the chair down on Logans knee, which is still placed on the steps. He does it again. And again. Each time it lands with a thud. Then, out of nowhere, Apoc comes flying out of the ring, off the rope, hits Alex with a flying clothes line, smashing the chair into Richards face as he does it. Richards busts open from the impact.
Erin Robbins: And blood has been drawn.
Jeff Purse: He should focus on the champ. Don't worry about that other guy.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards.
Jeff Purse: Whatever.
Apoc pulls Alex to his feet, who is, understandably, drowsy. Apoc picks him up and body slams him down on the mat. He turns to Logan and rolls him into the ring. He then goes under the ring. He grabs a sledgehammer and throws it in the ring. He grabs a stop sign and throws it in the ring. Finally, he grabs a trash can and throws it in the ring. He rolls in, playing to the crowd a bit. He puts the trash can on Logan, and begins to go up to the second rope. He looks around and then flies, looking for an elbow, but Logan throws the trash can up right into the diving Apoc. Apoc falls off to the side, Logan slowly works his way up, and Alex is trying to pull himself up to the apron. Logan grabs the sledgehammer and drives it down into Apoc's back. He writhes a bit as Alex finally has pulled himself up onto the apron. Logan sees this though and goes running, smashing the sledgehammer into Alex's forehead, sending him right back to the ground. Logan looks around for a moment. Nothing in the ring seems to suit him. He rolls out of the ring and returns with a table, throwing it in the ring. He jumps back in and begins to set it up, but can't finish as he is hit from behind by Alex Richards.
Zach Davis: What a comeback from Richards. I thought he was down and out.
Jeff Purse: Good. Fuck that douche up, Richards.
Erin Robbins: You are bitter.
Jeff Purse: I am obsessive, there is a difference.
Alex picks Logan up and slams him to the mat with a big vertical suplex. Logan comes down on his head. Alex continues with the table, and then sees an opportunity. Apoc is still on the ground, and he picks him up and heads to the turnbuckle, bringing Apoc up with him.
Erin Robbins: Big move coming up here.
Zach Davis: Possibly.
BOOM! Erin Robbins is right. Alex drops Apoc through the table with a tremendous superplex. Apoc lays motionless. Alex lays motionless. Logan begins to stir. The ref doesn't know if he should begin the count or just let it go. Logan grabs onto the ropes to pull himself up. Alex is also starting to stir, heading toward the ropes. Logan gets himself to his knees, as Alex begins to pull himself up as well. Logan finally gets to his feet. He grabs the stop sign. Alex is up as well. Logan turns and runs at Alex, aiming to hit him with the sign, but Alex picks him up, grabbing tight, and begins to squeeze the life out of Logan. Logan drops the sign, almost in despair, and cries out in pain.
Jeff Purse: Not enough.
Jeff gets up and pulls the headset off, going under the ring, and pulling out a ladder. He slides it in the ring and calls to Alex Richards. He also goes under the ring, grabs another table, and throws it in the ring. He points to what he has done, and goes back to the booth.
Zach Davis: What was that?
Jeff Purse: Just giving Alex an idea, really. Ladder plus table equals broken Logan.
Alex grabs the ladder and goes to set it up, but Apoc comes up and hits him with a club from behind, making Richards drop the ladder, leaving it to lean on the ropes. Apoc throws Logan out of the ring, throwing the table out too. He grabs Alex up, he wants to end this, leaning Alex in the corner, he leaves the ring for a chair. He comes back into the ring, but Alex has had a chance to recover, picking up the stop sign. They run at each other, hit each other, both fall to the ground, seemingly knocked out. But at that moment, Logan turns around. During this, he was able to get up and set the table up outside the ring. Thats when Jeff Purse decides to get involved. He gets up from the announcers table, runs around to where Logan is, quickly hitting The Spoke. Logan flies back and lands on the table. Jeff runs to the other side of the ring, slides in the ring, and runs up the ladder leaning on the ropes.
Zach Davis: JEFF PURSE JUST HIT A DEFLATOR ON LOGAN!!
Erin Robbins: THROUGH THE TABLE!!
Zach Davis: Say what you will, but that Jeff has spunk.
Erin Robbins: Thats not fair. He can't do that.
Zach Davis: Well, I suppose its pay back for what happened earlier.
Erin Robbins: HERE COME THE NERDSMASHERS!
And its true, the Smashers come out to help their friend and honorary NerdSmasher, Logan. Jeff, seeing them, gets up rather quick and disappears through the audience, the smashers right on his tail.
Zach Davis: Well, the NerdSmashers chased Jeff out of here, and we are pretty much back to square one. Logan is down on the outside. Alex and Apoc are down on the inside.
Erin Robbins: It is anyones match at this point...if anyone can get up I guess.
Alex lifts Apoc up and throws him to the ropes. Apoc is lifted up... AND ALEX PRESS SLAMS HIM OVER THE TOP!
Zach Davis: AW SHIT.
Alex quickly boots Apoc in the gut and Powerbombs him into the ringpost!
Erin Robbins: THE UNCONSCIOUS TRUTH! HE HITS IT!
...Logan Low Blows Alex from behind.
Zach Davis: What.
Alex stumbles away and Logan wastes no time, dropping and pinning Apocalypse.
Erin Robbins: Ugh.
Zach Davis: Logan retains off of the hard work of Alexander Richards. Wonderful.
The ref grabs the Hardcore Title from ringside and hands it to Logan. Logan clutches it and runs away as Alex Richards is recovering.
Erin Robbins: Once again Alexander Richards' Hardcore Title is stolen!
Zach Davis: Not QUITE but yeah he DID get robbed.
Logan disappears to the back as Richards fumes.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the, uh, Cinema Championship. Coming out first, the challenger: hailing from Apache Junction, Arizona and weighing 236 pounds, Bryan Worthy!
"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.
Erin Robbins: There was some question as to why Bryan Worthy was given this title shot, considering how poorly he has performed recently. He hasn’t won a match since March.
Zach Davis: The Lerchimunati works in mysterious ways, Erin.
Erin Robbins: What?!
Zach Davis: Nothing, nothing.
"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: And his opponent, coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio... WCF Cinema 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.
Erin Robbins: John Gable has been on an absolute tear since his return at the Explosion Pay Per View. He captured the Tele-, excuse me, CINEMA Title, made the finals of the Trios Cup tournament, and even beat the nigh-unbeatable Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: He’s been on a short losing streak recently, though he himself has not taken the pin. You have to assume Gable is going to want to have a strong showing here, to refresh people’s memory of his spot in the WCF pecking order.
The referee gets both men in the middle of the ring and reviews the rules. Remember, the Television/Cinema Title can change hands on a count-out or disqualification. Then he accepts the belt from Gable and holds it up the crowd, reminding everyone of the stakes. Passing it off to a stagehand beyond the ropes he then motions for the bell, and we’re underway. Gable and Worthy lock up. Buzz goes behind John and tries for a waistlock takedown, only to have it countered into an over the shoulder judo throw. Gable slaps a standing armbar on his downed opponent. Worthy muscles his way to a vertical base while Gable transitions the hold to a hammerlock. Bryan is able to escape that by smashing his elbow to the side of the champ’s head. He spins and ducks and scores a double leg takedown, which he transitions into a jackknife pin attempt. One! Two! Gable kicks out.
Zach Davis: Wow! We almost had the upset of the night right there!
Both men roll to their feet. They circle one another, looking for an opening, and then tie up again. Gable puts Worthy on the mat with a fireman’s carry takedown. He turns that into a cradle pin. One! Two! Buzz powers out. John goes for a reverse chinlock with bodyscissors to keep the bigger man grounded, but Worthy is able to roll over and force Gable’s shoulder to the mat. One! Gable releases the hold and pushes Bryan away. Again the two get to their feet.
Erin Robbins: This is boring.
Zach Davis: Its classic chain wrestling, Erin.
Erin Robbins: Like I said, boring.
Another elbow and collar tie up. Buzz tries for a side headlock, but Gable goes down and grabs his knee. Lifting and pulling, he throws Worthy over his bent thigh and stacks him up for a pin. One! Two! Bryan powers out, flipping over onto his stomach as he does. The Cinema Champ pursues, grabbing Worthy in a front facelock. He drags him to his feet and begins to knee him repeatedly in the chest and gut.
Erin Robbins: Finally, some actual fighting!
Zach Davis: This match has had plenty of offense so far.
Erin Robbins: It’s been plenty offensive, if you ask me.
After softening him up with the knee strikes, Gable plants Worthy with a double underhook swinging neckbreaker. John flips over onto Buzz’s chest and performs a straddle pin. One! Two! Bryan kicks out. Yanking his challenger up, John tries for a Northern Lights Suplex, but is blocked. Worthy hammers at Gable’s ribs repeatedly, weakening him enough so he can escape. He keeps it up, throwing hard forearm strikes at Gable, pushing him back. Grabbing him by the arm, Buzz Irish Whips Gable into the nearest turnbuckle, and follows that up with a corner clothesline. He brings him out with a bulldog, and rolls him over for the cover. One! Two! Kick out.
Zach Davis: Buzz seems to be building momentum now.
Bryan pulls Gable up, but gets a kick to the stomach which doubles him over. John follows that with a European uppercut and then a dropkick that sends his foe staggering to the ropes. Gable runs and does a modified Canadian trip, sliding to the outside. Worthy faceplants, and is then dragged from the apron and sent belly first onto the floor. Gable starts stomping on his back repeatedly, ignoring the ref’s instructions to get back into the ring. A count-out starts. One! Two! Three! Four! The Cinema Champ turns Worthy over and drops a knee onto his stomach. Five! Six! Seven! He gives Bryan’s ribs a few kicks and then rolls back into the ring to stop the count before going outside again.
Zach Davis: I have to question John Gable’s decision making here. Buzz probably wasn’t going to be able to make it back into the ring before the ten count. The match could be over.
The Cinema Champion pulls Bryan up to his feet and slams his head against the apron. He reaches over the bottom rope and grabs Worthy by the hair. Yanking back, he forces Buzz’s neck against the ropes. Again the ref starts yelling at Gable, who just smirks. Putting his knee into Worthy’s kidneys, he cranks his neck back some more while fish-hooking him from both sides of his mouth. The referee starts his DQ count. One! Two! Three! Four! Gable lets go, letting Worthy slump down against the apron.
Zach Davis: What a disgusting display from the Television Champion! He likely had this match won, but instead decided to inflict more damage on his already downed opponent.
Erin Robbins: John Gable is the Cinema Champion, Zach, and he’s just doing what all real champs do: reminding people of their dominance.
After wiping his spit-covered fingers off on the apron, Gable turns and smirks to the crowd. He gives Worthy a few more boots to the ribs. Meanwhile, a second count out has been started. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! John pulls Worthy up and rolls him back into the ring. Six! Seven! He then climbs inside himself. Bryan has managed to get on his hands and knees and is crawling away from the ropes. With a feral glint in his eye, the Cinema Champion stalks Buzz, moving behind him as slowly stumbles to his feet. Once his target is up, Gable swaggers over with confidence and forearms him at the base of his skull. He then pulls the head of his opponent back and applies an inverted facelock.
Erin Robbins: Looks like Bryan Worthy is about to see the City Lights!
Gable lifts Buzz up for the inverted brainbuster, but Worthy is able to float over and land behind him. Still on his feet, he grabs John and connects with a shin breaker. Falling onto the ground, Gable grabs at his leg in agony. Now it’s the challenger’s turn to stomp on his opponent as again and again he strikes at the Cinema Champion’s injured limb. Gable tries to scramble for the ropes, but Buzz pulls him away and then targets the shin again, this time with an elbow drop. Immediately he pops up again to hit another. And another. And another. Worthy then grabs Gable’s leg and starts wrenching it with a spinning toe hold.
Zach Davis: Holy Hope Spot! Buzz was able to counter City Lights and now he’s gone to work on John Gable’s injured leg!
As Gable flops around on the mat like a landed trout the ref moves in to ask if he submits. The champ shakes his head no. Meanwhile, Buzz continues to pivot himself around while holding John’s foot to increase the pressure on the wounded limb. Gable strikes at his attacker with his free leg while trying to push himself backwards towards the ropes. Finally, he is able to reach out and grab them, forcing Buzz to break the hold. Worthy stumbles away, clearly winded from the effort put into his recent flurry of offense. Gable uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. The two lock eyes and then limp at the other. When they meet they start exchanging haymakers. Bryan hits.
Then Gable strikes back.
And so on and so forth. Finally, Gable starts to get the upper hand. He staggers Bryan, doubles him over with a kick to the gut, and hits a snap DDT. Flipping him over, he hooks his leg for the pin. One! Two! Worthy shoots an arm up!
Erin Robbins: Still some life in the challenger yet.
Gable slumps back onto his haunches and glares at the referee. He slowly hauls Buzz to his feet, and then hits a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge pin. One! Two! Thre- no! The ref sees that Worthy’s foot is under the ropes. He informs John, who goes ballistic. He angrily drags his opponent to the center of the ring and tries another cover. One! Two! Kickout. The Cinema Champion shakes his head in disgust. Rising to his feet, he moves away to recover and collect his thoughts. Buzz, meanwhile, has gotten up. Gable runs at him for a clothesline, but misses when his target ducks. Worthy pivots and hits John with a back kick. Swinging wildly, Gable tries for another forearm, but his foe counters that with a float over DDT. He pops up and gestures for John to do the same, waiting for him to stumble to his feet before hefting him onto his shoulders for an airplane spin. After playing to the crowd, he sets Gable down and cracks him on the top of his head with a Polish hammer.
Zach Davis: Arizona Bull Ride!!
Yes, indeed. Gable collapses on the mat. Worthy pulls him up and positions his foe for a powerbomb.
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy is setting John Gable up for the Buzz Bomb! We might have a new TELEVISION Champion after tonight!
Erin Robbins: No! C’mon Gable: remember what a vast wasteland TV is!
Buzz lifts Gable up, but John counters by slipping free. He hooks his arms under Worthy and flips him for a backslide pin. One! Two! Thre- Bryan just kicks out.
Zach Davis: Unbelievable! Worthy and Gable have each countered the other’s finisher!
John Gable and Bryan Worthy stand and stare at one another, though this time it’s more out of incredulity than anger. They cautiously close the gap between them, circling, occasionally reaching out and trying to hook an arm or a leg of their opponent. The fans become restless, and begin chanting and stomping their feet to try and get the men to stop stalling. The goading works, and the two charge, throwing wild shots when they meet. Worthy comes out on top, pummeling Gable until his knees buckle. Then Buzz connects with a sitout gourdbuster. He flips Gable over for the cover. One! Two! Gable kicks out. Bryan falls back and rubs his face in frustration. Then, he looks to the nearest corner. Those in attendance at the Odyssey Arena cheer, anticipating what is going to happen next. Buzz doesn’t let them down, as he kips up and slowly makes his way to the ringpost.
Zach Davis: Bryan Worthy is going to try and put the Cinema Champion away with the “News Crash”!
Erin Robbins: It’s a huge risk, but at this point Buzz is out of options.
Worthy climbs his way to the top rope. As he’s turning Gable leaps up and charges. A human blur, he jumps up to the second rope, and then grabs his crouching foe. Wrapping his legs around Buzz’s torso the champ pushes off the ringpost, bringing Worthy with him. He spikes Bryan head first into the canvass with a body scissors DDT.
Zach Davis: Oh my God!
Erin Robbins: “Some Like it Hot!” off the top rope! That’s it! That’s the match!
Erin’s right. Buzz is dead to the world as Gable rolls him onto the back and makes the pin. One! Two! Three! The crowd, stunned by the athletic display they just saw, forgets Gable’s a heel long enough to give him a nice pop for the win.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and STILL Cinema Champion, John Gable!
Gable slowly stands and lets the ref raise his arm in victory. "Ozark Empire" by Listener is cued up on the arena’s speakers. As John goes to retrieve his belt from the timekeeper’s table, the referee and Kyle check on Worthy, who’s still sprawled on the mat.
Erin Robbins: John Gable retains as Cinema Champion in spectacular fashion, beating Bryan Worthy with a move we’ll be seeing on WCF highlight reels for years to come.
Zach Davis: Amazing! To have the speed, coordination, and stamina to pull that off!
Erin Robbins: John Gable reminded everyone why he is regarded as one of the best wrestlers in the sport tonight with an incredible performance. The rest of the locker room best take note.
Gable shoulders the Cinema Title belt and makes his way up the ramp to the back as Slam goes to commercial.
HellRaiser by Motorhead hits.
Zach Davis: Here comes Terry Roberts!
And there he is.
Erin Robbins: Terry Roberts is in the ring!
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.
Zach Davis: Synn attacks!
Synn quickly attacks Beckman, hitting him from behind. Synn spins him around and whims him to the ropes before spitting mist!
Erin Robbins: Terry Roberts spits! CONFIRMED!
Beckman ducks it... and spits beer into Synn's face!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Synn claws the alcohol from his eyes as Beckman kicks him in the gut and hits a Snap Suplex. Beckman then floats over and pins him.
Synn kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Synn is a WCF veteran, he's been around quite a while. Ain't gonna lose that easily.
Beckman picks Synn up but Synn fires back with several jabs to Beckman's gut. He throws Beckman to a corner, but Beckman reverses it and sends Synn running into the corner instead. Synn jumps up top, spins around, and kicks Beckman as Beckman runs into the boot. Beckman spins around, then turns...
Zach Davis: BETA HIGHLIGHT!
Synn hits the Shooting Star DDT! Beckman's head is spiked to the mat and Synn quickly pins him, hooking the leg.
NO!, no. Beckman kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Likewise, Beckman has been one of the winningest new stars WCF has ever seen. He's not going to lose very easily either.
Synn rolls off and gets to his feet, lifting Beckman with him. Synn jabs Beckman several times in the head before hitting a Snapmare and then hitting a stiff kick to the back. Synn then puts Beckman into a Chinlock.
Zach Davis: Synn, wearing Beckman down now.
Erin Robbins: These two men competed in last week's historic Trios Cup finale, Zach, and there is surely no love lost between them.
Beckman works his way up, though, and jabs his way out of it. He bounces off the ropes and comes back at Synn, going for a Clothesline, but Synn ducks it and hits a SHINING WIZARD!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Synn drops and pins Beckman again!
No!, Beckman kicks out.
Erin Robbins: Lots of attacks to Beckman's head. It's a weak point, considering his brain probably never functions at 100%.
Synn transitions very quickly into a Figure Four Sleeper.
Zach Davis: Once again, Synn wearing the United States Champion down.
The crowd begins to side with Beckman, with chants of "ICE! ICE! ICE" ringing through the arena.
Erin Robbins: I don't know if people really like Beckman or if everyone is just a drunk.
Beckman uses this to his advantage however... and reaches out... and grabs the ropes! The ref forces Synn to release the hold, which he eventually does. Synn stomps Beckman several times before picking him up and grabbing his head.
Zach Davis: Here comes a good old fashioned DDT!
No!, before Synn can hit it Beckman reverses into a Northern Lights Suplex bridge pin!
NO!, Synn kicks out now!
Erin Robbins: Great reversal!, Beckman almost retained.
Beckman and Synn both get to their feet. Synn throws a wild Clothesline but Beckman ducks it and hits a huge German!
Zach Davis: What a Suplex! God damn.
Beckman doesn't go for the pin. Instead, he drops with a Falling Headbutt. And again. And again!
Erin Robbins: Three headbutts!
Beckman then lifts Synn up and hooks him for a Swinging Neckbreaker. However, Synn jabs his way out of it, spinning Beckman around and hitting the DDT he was going for earlier!
Zach Davis: DDT! HE HITS IT!
Synn quickly jumps to the top. He does a 360 flip..
Erin Robbins: THUNDERSTRUCK!
Synn hits it! He goes for the pin!
Zach Davis: NEW US CHAMP!
NO!, Beckman kicks out!
Erin Robbins: Can anything keep ICE down?
Synn sits himself up on the turnbuckle, waiting for ICE to get up.
Zach Davis: Time for the Dreamcatcher! He's looking to end this!
Once Beckman works his way up, Synn flies!
Erin Robbins: THERE IT IS!
NO!, Beckman sidesteps it! Synn hits the ground, gets up, gets kicked by Beckman..
Zach Davis: HANGOVER DDT! BECKMAN HITS IT!
Beckman drops and pins Synn.
Erin Robbins: BECKMAN RETAINS!
ICE's music hits as he slowly gets to his feet. The ref hands him the United States Title.
Zach Davis: Hard fought matchup by both men, but ICE proves once again that he is a force to be reckoned with.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed 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 US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: It's a battle of old school vs. young blood as the triple crown winner himself is about to take on Marina Valdivia.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion definitely has that experience factor going for him. Marina, she's good. But not good enough to defeat Oblivion.
Zach Davis: She's got the heart to do it! Remember, she and Stacy Jones beat Synn and John Gable.
Maneater hits the PA System. As soon as the music hits, the fans cheer as Marina Valdivia walks out. She walks to the ring, acknowledging the reaction she is getting from the fans. She gets in the ring as the crowd continues to cheer her. She removes her jacket that she wears along the way to the ring and lays it in the corner, then stands there and stretches out as she waits.
Kyle Steel: And from San Diego, California, she is one half of the Trinity, Marina Valdivia!
Zach Davis: Marina is coming intot his showing absolutely no fear of Oblivion! Her words and actions tonight have expressed nothing but confidence. She's definitely seems like a reborn spirit as of late.
Erin Robbins: All of that spirit isn't going to get you everywhere and it's not going to get you a win against Oblivion. Marina faces a tall order tonight, no pun intended.
Zach Davis: You do know that you're casting her out to be an underdog right? She's gone on record saying she's not going to be one anymore and she'll no longer accept it.
Erin Robbins: It's still OBLIVION she's stepping into the ring with.
DING! DING! DING!
The bell rings and not a second passes before Oblivion attacks Marina.Oblivion hits Marina in the face with a right closed fist to her jaw. Oblivion picks Marina up on his shoulders and connects with a samoan drop to Marina.Oblivion picks Marina up but Marina shovesOblivion away.Oblivion comes after Marina but Oblivion is kicked in the stomach by Marina.Marina connects with a single bulldog that brings Oblivion down to the mat.Marina gets up but at the same time picks Oblivion up off the canvas.Marina irish whips Oblivion into the ropes and rolls under him once after he bounces off the ropes.Marina rolls under Oblivion once again as he bounces off the ropes but after the second time,Marina connects with a dropkick to Oblivion's face.Marina gets up and,afterwards, getsOblivion up off the canvas.Oblivion fights back by attacking at Marina with a few rights after being picked up.Oblivion knees Marina in the stomach and then irish whips her into a corner.Marina hits the corner with her back. Oblivion drags Marina to the center of the ring and he covers.
Oblivion gets up and takes off charging and Marina jumps up at the right time to kick Oblivion in the face but Oblivion stops in time for Marina to let down her feet and then attack her instead of continuing on.Oblivion hits a forearm to Marina's face making her go down the turnbuckle and sit down on the ground against the turnbuckle.Oblivion puts his boot in her throat and starts pushing,choking the life out of Marina.The ref starts to count to five as Oblivion chokes.1...2...3...Oblivion lets go at three.Oblivion pulls Marina up by her hair from the corner and then nails her hard with a headbutt.Marina grabs her head and retreats a little bit.But with all damage done,Marina still stands.Oblivion comes at her with a clothesline but she dodges the clothesline.Oblivion hits the turnbuckle behind her with his chest and Marina rolls him up as he comes stumbling backwards.
Zach Davis: Nice move by Marina, but unfortunately, it’s going to take a lot more than that in order to take down Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is taking a while to get going, but don't worry, the monster will be unleashed soon and Marina will stand no chance.
Oblivion gets up and takes Marina by her hair as she started to get up off the mat.Oblivion kicks her in the stomach then waits for her to look up.Once she looks up Oblivion delivers her a huge boot to the head.Marina falls down to the canvas on her back.Marina lies motionless,showing no sign of life.Oblivion drops down to pin her.
Erin Robbins: ”WOW! I can’t Oblivion tried to kick her head off there. Then again, how in the world was she able to kick out of that?
Zach Davis: Marina is one of the most spiritually strong competitors WCF has, that's how.
Oblivion decides to end it and he locks in the sharpshooter. Marina immediately tries to get to the ropes to get out of the lethal submission move as soon as possible. It turns out to be a struggle, but Marina starts inching her way to the bottom rope. After 33 seconds, Marina grabs the rope, but Oblivion keeps the hold locked in until the referee begins to make the five count. Marina slowly gets up. Oblivion kicks her in the gut and he's about to deliver a move, but Marina blocks it. She counters the move with a Russian legsweep. Oblivion gets up immediately and he goes for a clothesline, but Marina ducks. Oblivion turns around and Marina nails him with a leaping chick kick right in the jaw. Marina follows up with a cartwheel elbow which hits Oblivion's chest. Marina grabs her leg which was weakened by the submission move. She gets to her feet and sees that Oblivion has done the same. Marina sneaks behind him and she plants him to the mat with a forward Russian Legsweep bringing the crowd to its feet. She covers him.
Zach Davis: Marina nearly had it there with that forward Russian legsweep! This crowd was ready to explode.
Erin Robbins: This crowd is going to wait all night, because she's not going to win this match.
Marina then goes to the top rope. She attempts a moonsault, but Oblivion blocks it with his knees. Oblivion gets up. Marina does as well. Oblivion picks up Marina and gives her a backbreaker into his knee. After that, Oblivion locks Marina in a surfboard position. Marina greatly struggles with the hold. The referee asks Marina if she quits, but she says no. Oblivion breaks the hold after 20 seconds. After that, Oblivion stands up. Marina gets to her knees. Oblivion bounces off of the ropes and he drills Marina with a clothesline. Oblivion then drags Marina back to the center of the ring, and he locks in a simple cross face. Again, Marina struggles to break free, but she is about to eventually get to the ropes after about 32 seconds. Oblivion breaks the hold and picks Marina up. Oblivion drills Marina with a vicious brainbuster and then he goes for the cover.
Oblivion steps back and measures Marina as she gets up. Marina does get up, and Oblivion kicks her in the gut. Oblivion lifts her up and is about to go for a powerbomb, but Marina counters it into a hurricanrana that sends Oblivion out of the ring. Marina gets to the top rope. Oblivion gets up on the outside. Marina leaps and takes down Oblivion with a flying cross body! The crowd really gets excited for it. Marina slowly gets up, as the ref makes the count. Marina heads back in the ring. Oblivion gets up and Marina slingshots herself into another crossbody that takes down the former World Champion. Marina slowly gets up after that. Oblivion does as well. Both of them crawl back in the ring. Marina is laying on the corner, waiting for Oblivion to get up. Oblivion does get up. Marina does as well. Oblivion goes for a knee, but Marina moves out of the way at the last second! Oblivion steps back. Marina then takes down Oblivion with a spinning DDT. She then makes the cover.
Marina then gets up. She attempts a cartwheel elbow, but Oblivion moves out of the way. Marina gets up, and Oblivion takes her down with a vicious kick to the head. Marina falls down and Oblivion immediately goes for the cover.
Oblivion then turns Marina over and locks in the sharpshooter. The crowd is booing Oblivion hard! Marina struggles to get to the ropes, even more so now because she's tired. Marina gets to about the midway point, before she stops trying to get to the ropes. She gets a second wind, and she keeps on going. Marina gets extremely close, but Oblivion pulls her back to the center of the ring. The fans grow silent. However, Marina is not going to quit. She tries again to get to the ropes. She's now a foot away. She seems to be out of gas. Marina gains another wind, and she grabs the rope to the delight of the crowd. Oblivion reluctantly breaks the hold. Marina is now using the ropes to pick herself up. When she does, Oblivion clotheslines her out of the ring. Oblivion steps back and the referee makes the 10 count. At 4, Marina is not moving. She starts stirring at 6.5. Finally, at 9, she manages to get back in the ring. Oblivion though, drags her to the center of the ring, and he makes the cover.
Oblivion then starts to get a little ticked. He leans back in the corner. He measures Marina as she starts crawling. Marina is within striking distance. Oblivion goes for the big clothesline, but Marina gets out of the way and Oblivion completely misses. Oblivion turns around, and Marina trips him up and gets him in a roll through pin.
Marina gets up, as does Oblivion. Marina tries to run at Oblivion, but Oblivion just spinebusters her into the mat, killing the momentum she had, and the crowd. Marina slowly gets up, and Oblivion maintains dominance by locking in a rearnaked choke. Marina has nowhere to go. It's as if she has truly reached her end. However, Marina is still showing signs of her life. Despite the bleakness of the situation, Marina is somehow able to elbow herself out of the hold after 43 seconds. Oblivion is standing up, but Marina is still down. She looks like she's really out of it. Oblivion picks Marina up, and places her on the top turnbuckle. Oblivion goes to the second rope, grabs her and hits a second rope Belly to Belly suplex. Oblivion turns Marina around and then he makes the cover.
Zach Davis: ”After all of that, somehow, someway, Marina is able to kick out!”
Erin Robbins: ”Marina’s got to find a second win from this crowd or something, because right now, Oblivion is dominating this. It’s looking like he's got this in the bag!”
Oblivion steps back and he picks Marina up in a fireman's carry position. Marina elbows out of it, and counters with a perfect head scissors. Both she and Oblivion are down. Neither of them is moving. The referee starts making the ten count on both wrestlers. At 2, no signs of life. At five, they are stirring. Both of them are up at 8 and a half. Marina lays on the corner. Oblivion sees this. Oblivion goes for a stinger splash, but Marina moves out of the way. Oblivion crashes into the turnbuckles and Marina steps on the apron and quickly climbs to the top. A dazed champion stumbles until he's right where she wants him to be. Marina then leaps off the top rope and connects with a SHOOTING STAR DDT! The crowd goes absolutely crazy! Both are down for a little. Marina crawls over to Oblivion very slowly. She hooks the leg for the cover.
Marina slowly gets up. Oblivion is down. Marina goes for a cartwheel elbow drop again, and she hits it. Marina then turns Oblivion over and she locks in a Cloverleaf. Oblivion really struggles with the submission. He inches closer to the ropes and then he grabs them after 32 seconds. Marina breaks the hold, and then she heads to the top rope again. Marina leaps and she connects with a senton bomb. After that, she gets up again. Oblivion slowly gets up as well. Marina then goes to the top once again. Oblivion goes toward her. Marina leaps off the top rope and attempts a hurricanrana, however. Oblivion COUNTERS INTO A SIT DOWN POWERBOMB! Oblivion slowly gets up. Marina shows no signs of life. Marina is crawling on the canvas. Oblivion seizes this chance. He picks her up and hits the Falling Doctor powerbomb! The crowd is now dead.
Erin Robbins: IT’S OVER! IT IS ALL OVER!
Oblivion turns Marina over and covers.
Erin Robbins: ARE YOU ****ING KIDDING ME?
Zach Davis: Oblivion hit that Falling Doctor powerbomb, but to the absolute loving from this crowd, Marina SOMEHOW kicks out! That’s how much she really wants this.
Erin Robbins: I have to admit, she's bringing it. Marina though,again, second wind. Oblivion is very much controlling this.”
Oblivion slams the mat in complete frustration as the crowd goes absolutely nuts at what they have just seen. Oblivion measures Marina for the muscle buster. Marina slowly gets up. Oblivion grabs her, and is about to hit the move, but Marina elbows him in the jaw, forcing him to let her go. Oblivion turns around to deal with the pain. He turns back around and Marina drills him with the chick kick right to the jaw! The crowd explodes! Oblivion is lying face down on the mat! Marina takes advantage of this and locks in the CALI KILLER! Great pain is occurring in Oblivion's jaw! The crowd is urging him to tap. Oblivion struggles with the hold mightily, but he is able to inch his way toward the ropes. He gets closer, and closer and then he grabs the bottom rope. The crowd groans in disappointment as Marina breaks the hold. Marina gets up. She waits for Oblivion to do the same thing. Marina gets out of the ring, to stalk him as he gets up. Oblivion is up. He turns around. Perfect! Marina enters the ring and DRIVES HIM INTO THE MAT WITH A SUPERKICK! Marina quickly turns him over and makes the cover.
Erin Robbins: ”SO CLOSE! Marina thought she had it with the Cali Killer/Superkick combination, but Oblivion SOMEHOW kicked out of that!”
Zach Davis: She is giving Oblivion all she can handle! She's proving that she's truly no underdog after all!
Marina is frustrated, but she doesn't give up. She goes to the top rope. She measures Oblivion as he gets to a vertical base! Oblivion gets to a vertical base and Marina goes for a double axe handle, however, Oblivion CATCHES HER LIFTS HER UP AND CHOKESLAM! The crowd is quiet again.
Erin Robbins: There's no way she kicks out of this!
Zach Davis: What a solid, inspiring, unbelievable effort from Marina Valdivia nonetheless
Oblivion wastes no time in going for the cover.
Erin Robbins: I.....I.......I'm speechless.....
Zach Davis: This has been absolutely UNBELIEVABLE!
The crowd explodes AGAIN! Oblivion can't believe it! The crowd is now chanting This is Awesome! Oblivion starts to argue with the referee, but that doesn't help any. Oblivion then steps back. Marina starts to crawl on the mat. She gets up and Oblivion goes for a spear, but Marina dodges it. Oblivion comes right back at Marina, but Marina dropkicks him and takes him down. Oblivion gets up and then Marina delivers a roundhouse kick to the gut. Marina then grabs the head of Oblivion and she delivers a spinning DDT leaving Oblivion face up on the mat. Marina then follows up the offense with a cartwheel elbow. The crowd is letting her know their satisfaction with her as a Marina chant begins. Marina goes to the top rope, and she hits Oblivion with a perfectly executed somersault legdrop. Marina then goes to the apron. She slingshots herself onto Oblivion, connectin with a springboard senton which gets a pop from the crowd. Marina then makes another cover on Oblivion.
Marina then measures Oblivion as she goes to the top rope. Oblivion manages to get to a vertical base. Marina leaps and goes for a hurricanrana, but Oblivion counters with a sick powerbomb silencing the crowd. Oblivion then picks Marina up and he gives her a sidewalk slam. Oblivion then waits for Marina to get up. She does, and Oblivion clotheslines her out of the ring. Oblivion gets out of the ring. He whips Marina to the barricade. Marina hits the barricade spine first. Oblivion then punches Marina as the ref's 10 count is at four. After that, Oblivion whips Marina to the steel steps to cause more damage. Oblivion goes back inside the ring, then back out to break up the count. He puts Marina back in the ring. He picks Marina up and he hits a backbreaker. Oblivion covers.
Zach Davis: DAMN IT! I thought she had it right there!
Erin Robbins: That was Marina's best move.... what does she have left?
Marina slowly stands up, still determined. She slowly gets back to the top rope.
Erin Robbins: What's she doing?
Zach Davis: It looks like she's about to go for a second California Splash.
MARINA HITS IT!
Erin Robbins: MARINA WINS IT!
Marina's music hits as she stumbles to her feet. The referee raises her arm high in the air.
Zach Davis: After a hell of a match, Marina Valdivia is the victor!
Erin Robbins: She's defeated a future WCF Hall of Famer, Zach. This is huge. And she's one step closer to revenge against the Shadow Demons.
As Valdivia and Oblivion get back to their feet after an exhausting and gruelling match against one another, suddenly ‘Light Em Up’ by Fall Out Boy blasts out of the PA system as Denise D’evil and Night Rider walk out onto the stage glaring down the ramp at Valdivia.
Zach Davis: Uh oh, I think Marina is in deep trouble here…
Erin Robbins: Really? Do you think so? What gave you that idea genius!
Valdivia looks on as D’evil and Rider slowly make their way down the ramp, she has a slight look of concern on her face, however she takes upon a fighting stance, showing she’s not going to back down.
Zach Davis: I admire Marina’s heart and guts, but I don’t like her chances against all three members of the Shadow Demons…
Erin Robbins: She’s a damn fool; she should just get out while she still can…
D’evil and Rider reach the ring and climb up onto the ring apron and climb through the ropes so all three of them are surrounding Valdivia as ‘Light Em Up’ cuts off.
Zach Davis: She’s in big trouble here Erin…
Erin Robbins: She’s only got herself to blame…
Suddenly Valdivia charges towards D’evil, spearing her to the ground before pummelling her with rights and lefts, however Oblivion grabs hold of her arms and pulls her off of D’evil as Rider begins delivering hard repeated punches and stiff kicks to Valdivia.
Zach Davis: Someone needs to come out here and help Marina before it gets too out of hand…
Erin Robbins: Too out of hand? Marina and her stupid girlfriend, Stacy severely injured Denise’s jaw two weeks ago, that was out of hand!
D’evil manages to get back to her feet and joins in with Rider in delivering repeated punches and kicks to Valdivia. Suddenly, the fans go crazy as Valdivia’s tag team partner, Stacy Jones charges down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Here comes Stacy!
Erin Robbins: Just like her ex-husband, always trying to be the hero…
Jones quickly hops up onto the ring apron and as D’evil and Rider turn around to face her, she quickly springboards off the top rope and knocks them both down with a dropkick, hitting them with one leg each which causes a huge pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Stacy taking down the former Tag Team Champions in one swift move!
Erin Robbins: But she forgot about the other problem…
As soon as Jones gets to her feet, she is floored with a stiff clothesline from Oblivion causing the fans to boo heavily.
Zach Davis: What a clothesline from Oblivion…
Erin Robbins: And now, Stacy’s attempt at helping out her friend is for nothing…
D’evil and Rider get back to their feet with the help of Oblivion before ‘The Monster’ lifts Jones up to her feet and whips her into the corner before he picks up Valdivia and whips her into Jones.
Zach Davis: I think I know what’s going to come now…
Erin Robbins: Well aren’t you clever…
D’evil and Rider look at one another and nod before Rider walks towards where Valdivia and Jones are and he gets down onto his hands and knees in front of them. D’evil then charges towards them and using Rider as a boost, attempts a double ‘Deadly Descent’ on both Valdivia and Jones, however Jones quickly pushes Valdivia out of the way causing Jones to receive the full impact of the move.
Zach Davis: Stacy just saved her friend from that devastating finishing manoeuvre!
Erin Robbins: But at what cost?
Before Valdivia has enough time to react, Oblivion nails her with ‘Check Out Time’ and as this happens, D’evil climbs the turnbuckle and Rider stands underneath where she is and they measure Jones.
Zach Davis: The Shadow Demons are laying waste to The Trinity right here…
Erin Robbins: Are you shocked by this? Because I’m not…
As Jones gets to her feet, Rider grabs hold of D’evil and throws her towards Jones, nailing her with the ‘Rocket Launcher’.
Zach Davis: And the Rocket Launcher connects!
Erin Robbins: The Trinity are done for…
Suddenly the crowd cheer wildly as Synn charges down the ramp with a steel chair in hand.
Zach Davis: Oh my God! It’s Synn!
Erin Robbins: What the Hell is he doing out here?
Synn rolls into the ring and begins swinging for the fences; however Oblivion, Rider and D’evil quickly leave the ring and head up the ramp as they’re already well and truly satisfied with the damage done to The Trinity.
Zach Davis: Synn doing the right thing and stopping the Shadow Demons from continuing their brutal assault on The Trinity…
Erin Robbins: Yes but has the damage already been done?
Synn checks on both Valdivia and Jones who are still both out cold from the assault.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall introducing first
"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"
A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the white tape wrapped round his fingers with "DOCS DEAD" written across them. He then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang and a pyro of flames screaming at the top of his voice
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! representing Sequitus! HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, THE NEW AGE LIBERTINE J.P. CALIBAN!!!!
Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron watching the ramp waiting for his prey to emerge
Kyle Steel: AND HIS OPPONENT!
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 and his WCF Tag Team Championship strapped around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate him. The spotlight follows, giving him a regal appearance in the modest darkness.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and forty-two pounds... he is one-half of the WCF Tag Team Champions... DOCTOR REMUS MICAYLE!!!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides to the centre of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed, before unstrapping his championship title and handing it to the referee. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead.
Erin Robbins: Caliban pops up on the top rope!
Zach Davis: Big cross body catches Remus off guard
Caliban smacks into his opponent hard and mounts him pummeling him with punches, Doc shifts his weight and gains the advantage driving closed fists right into Caliban's temples, Jordy shoves him off and Doc rolls back onto his feet, Caliban kips up and they go face to face
Zach Davis: Look at these guys! Caliban looks ready for to kill Remus tonight
Erin Robbins: The Doc ain't far behind either
After a few seconds trash talking they lock up into stalemate, Remus extends his arms out and then uses the lock to drag Caliban into a heavy headbutt knocking him completely for six pulling him down into an underhook and throwing knees up into his sternum, he double underhooks Caliban and flips him up into a powerbomb, Caliban rolls down his back for an attempted Yoshi Tonic, Remus ready for the impact rolls backwards up to his feet bounces off the ropes and comes running back with a punt kick right Calibans face, Caliban lays back down evading and Doc goes right over the top of him stopping in his tracks and throwing a back thrust kick into the back of Caliban's skull. Calibans face almost touches the ground as his body folds in half, as he comes back up the Doctor comes behind him and hooks in a full nelson keeping him stationed and driving knees into his back and kidneys
Zach Davis: Vicious series of moves from Micayle here, other than that big crossbody Caliban really cant get going
Remus Pulls Caliban up onto his feet and just shoves him forward chest first into the ropes, Caiban bounces back and Remus shoves him again, this time Caliban is ready for it jumping on the second rope and jumping back with an elbow, Remus in a display of power picks him out of mid air and nails him with a bridging german suplex
Erin Robbins: RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!
Zach Davis: Caliban kicks out!
Remus isn't shocked by this and goes back to work stomping on Caliban's back and neck trying to put an exclamation point on his previous maneuver, he runs the ropes and drops a knee right down on the back his head and goes for a pin again
Erin Robbins: Caliban is still alive and he rolls over with shot to Micayle's face!
Remus answer with one of his own and within seconds both men are rolling around on the mat beating the crap out of each other, some how Caliban gets the upper hand and Remus rolls out of the ring escaping the flurry, he gets up on the apron and Caliban nails a step up enzugiri knocking the Doctor off the apron to the floor, the ref gets in between sticking his head out through the ropes to look check on Micayle, Caliban thinks about it, lines himself up and runs the ropes
Zach Davis: Out going off the referees back! That was a step up shooting star press to the outside of the ring of another mans back!
Erin Robbins: Still a stupid name for a move though
Remus was barely standing when he took the full brunt of Caliban crashing down on him, the landing was not pretty but Caliban full of combustible energy is back to his feet, Micayle isn't far behind him Jordy kicks him in the teeth rocking him back against the crowd barrier and then heads to the other side of the ring post
Zach Davis: We've seen this before!
Caliban dives through the turnbuckles and catches Remus with a tornado DDT spiking him on his head on the floor
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!
Erin Robbins: Oh this ones getting good Davis!
Caliban rolls the doctor back into the ring and Remus somehow gets to his knees
Zach Davis: Ground floor knock out! He spiked him again!, pin
Zach Davis: Micayle kicks out!
Caliban sits up with his hands on his head with total disbelief, the Doctor isn't far from following showing immense resilience in the wake of 2 spiking maneuvers in succession
Erin Robbins: Caliban stepping back pulling down his elbow pad, he may be going for that fire dragon's roaring elbow
Caliban spins but the doctor catches him in a full nelson and drives him into the mat with a facebuster and rolling him over sitting back into a pin, Caliban rolls through into one of his own and Remus kicks him forward before 1, Caliban goes into the ropes and Remus rises and follows him
Zach Davis: Caliban with a handspring
Erin Robbins: Micayle just low drop kicked him in the face when he was upside down! He came right down on his head and thats not the first time for him tonight either
Caliban makes his way out onto the apron to escape the onslaught and the Doctor quickly follows him out kicking Caliban in the gut and mounting the middle turnbuckle
Erin Robbins: What now!
Remus dives and nails Caliban with a spike DDT on the apron sending both men crashing to the floor
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Remus trying to end this issue with Caliban right here right now, he is still fighting up
Micayle puts Caliban in the ring and backs up into the corner readying himself, breathing heavy and lining up the kill shot, Caliban takes his time but makes it back to his feet
Doctor Remus Micayle: YOUR'RE FUCKING DEAD!
Erin Robbins: HE HITS HIM WITH THE FORMULA!
Caliban back flips landing on his head
Zach Davis: He has to pin him!
Erin Robbins: HE GOT HIM!
Zach Davis: We need some help out here both these guys look terrified to move
Micayle manages to shake it off to stumble up and celebrate in spite of the fans who are cheering for the match not the men involved
Doctor Remus Micayle: Say hi to Cormack for me yah paddy fuck!
He resists the urge to spit on Caliban and leaves the ring smiling
Zach Davis: What a show it's been so far Erin...
Erin Robbins: Indeed...
Suddenly 'Prophecy' by Judas Priest blasts out of the PA system as the WCF Director of Operations, Mr Joey Nitro walks out onto the stage dressed in a grey suit, a white shirt, a blue tie and a pair of black polished leather shoes. The fans boo heavily as he is joined by a number of police officers and they all begin to make their way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, the WCF Director of Operations, Mr Joey Nitro!
Nitro and the officers reach the ring and one by one they walk up the steel steps, along the ring apron and through the ropes. Nitro takes the microphone from Steel and waits as 'Prophecy' fades out.
Mr Joey Nitro: Last week at Asesinato De Mayo, after simply doing my duty as the WCF Director of Operations, making sure the show went down without any problems. After a fight broke out backstage between Chase Michaels and John Gable, I asked Mr. Michaels to leave the arena because his match had already ended and Mr. Gable still had his match to have, and knowing what Mr. Michaels is like, he would have gotten involved in that match and thus ruining the entirety of the Pay-Per-View...
Nitro paces the ring a little.
Mr Joey Nitro: After I had asked him to leave, at first he refused but eventually he did leave, but not before he decided to attack me. So with that said, that brings me to the reason why I am out here this evening, so Mr. Michaels, get out here right this instance!
Zach Davis: Nitro calling out the Lone Wolf...
Erin Robbins: And rightfully so, he had no right assaulting Nitro last week for simply just doing his damn job!
"Who I Am" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Michaels who's standing at the top of the entrance ramp with the hood of his hoodie up as he's still in his ring gear, even under the hood the devilish smirk he's become known for can just about be made out. Michaels stands at the top of the ramp before he slowly struts his way down the ramp with a cocky air about him before he rolls under the bottom rope.
Zach Davis: Wow Michaels isn't showing any lack of confidence here!
Erin Robbins: That's why the fan like him the way they do, as much as you have to hate him there's just something about his presence that makes it hard not to like him!
Zach Davis: You really don't know whether to like him or hate him do you, I mean before he come out you were pretty much against him now you're singing his praises...
Erin Robbins: That's one thing you're going to have to learn, every woman likes a bad boy and lets face it, Chase is pretty much thee bad boy in WCF, he's part of a damn biker gang for Christ sake and not the YMCA kind, I mean real outlaw biker!
Meanwhile as Michaels enters the ring the Police officers stand in front of Nitro positioning themselves in between Nitro and Michaels. Michaels laughs as he calls for a microphone before climbing the turnbuckle and sits perched on the top rope looking over the police officers and towards Nitro.
Chase Michaels: So this is how you want it, you're going to hide behind Belfast's so called Finest?
Mr Joey Nitro: You're damn right I am, you're nothing but a damn degenerate and I will not stand for it in WCF!
Michaels laughs again.
Chase Michaels: Stand for it, more like cowering behind the law, I suppose it should be expected of a corporate lackey like you.
Michaels jumps down.
Chase Michaels: But luckily for you Nitro me old chum you're nothing but a gnat buzzing around pile of bullshit that is John Gable and his piece of crap Cinema Championship.
Michaels leans against the ropes looking towards the entrance ramp.
Chase Michaels: So Gable I know you're listening in your fancy locker room, why don't you man up and ask Savage to take your balls out of his purse and come face me like a real...
All of a sudden of the police officers takes a step towards Michaels and gets his steel baton/nightstick out and clubs Michaels right on the back of the head with it.
Erin Robbins: What the hell Police Brutality!
Zach Davis: Bet that's something the folks in Belfast are used to seeing!
Back in the ring the police officer continues to club away at a fallen Michaels with his steel baton/nightstick while the rest of the ring clears including Nitro. After Michaels lays motionless for several moments the officer takes out a set of handcuffs and cuffs Michael's arms behind his back before rolling Michaels on his back and nailing several more clubbing blows to a helpless Michaels.
Zach Davis: I think Michaels was knocked out cold by the first shot that that police officer caught him with right to the back of the head!
Erin Robbins: Who the hell do you call when you witness the police beating the crap out of someone, Batman, the Avengers?
Meanwhile in the ring the police officer starts to laugh before he rips off a silicon mask revealing himself to be none other than John Gable.
Zach Davis: My god it was John Gable all along!
Erin Robbins: That was genius but come on Gable you've proven your point!
Back in the ring Gable picks up Michaels who has remained motionless and drops him with “Some Like It Hot” a Body Scissors DDT. Gable mocks Michaels who is still motionless and slaps him about the face before he pulls a helpless Michaels to his feet and nails him with “The Maltese Falcon” Falcon Arrow Brain Buster before he gets down on the mat and continues to talk trash some more. Gable smirks as he gets back up to his feet and rolls out the ring and grabs several steel chairs from the time keepers and tosses them into the ring and goes to roll back into the ring before stopping as he sees the steel ring steps and rips off the top one and tosses it down at ringside and grabs the larger bottom section and tosses it in the ring.
Zach Davis: This isn't good for Michaels!
Erin Robbins: You're a nerd don't you have a bat signal or something to shine?
In the ring Gable picks up the one of the chairs and smashes it repeatedly into the back of Michaels causing the sound to echo around the arena like gunshots going off. After the chair becomes mangled Gable positions the steel ring steps in the middle of the ring and picks up Michaels and drags him over to them before climbing on top of them before lifting Michaels up in to the air and dropping him head first with another “Maltese Falcon” Falcon Arrow Brain Buster directly onto the steel steps causing the arena to go eerily quiet. Gable stands over a fallen Michaels and looks down at him surveying the damage before grabbing the other steel chair and smashing into a helpless Michaels who is slumped over the steel ring steps until the chair is mangled and unusable.
Erin Robbins: Enough is enough Gable, you've proved your point!
Back in the ring Gable just laughs as he puts his foot on the fallen Michaels and raises his arms in a victorious pose. Several medical personnel come down to the ring along with match officials and Aeryn “Vixen” Carter, they forced to pause at ringside as Gable rolls out of the ring. Gable mouths off to Vixen before he makes way to the back with a huge smile on his face. Vixen along with the medical personal and WCF officials climb into the ring and check on Michaels who lays motionless slumped over the steel ring steps. The camera does a close up on a fallen Michaels with a worried Aeryn Carter looking on as the medical personnel check on him.
Zach Davis: Next up is another battle between Team Science and Sequitus. This issue has been simmering along for a few months now but really intensified at Asesinato De Mayo when Micayle and Dillinger - or should I say von Liebert - took Cormack MacNeil out of action with a vicious assault.
Erin Robbins: Science is progress, Zach. Sequitus are stuck in the dark age. Micayle and NvL are just keeping them in their place.
Zach Davis: Speaking of NvL, it seems that after months of soul searching under the doctor's tutelage, the First Apostle has unleashed his dark side once more. His alter ego Mark Dillinger seems to have made way for the former World Champion Nathan von Liebert.
Erin Robbins: Whoo! The Devil's Right Hand is back! That's bad news for the whole roster. Except for Dr. Remus of course.
Zach Davis: After a hard fought win over a fellow legend Jeff Purse last week, NvL faces the rising star Brent Alpine. Alpine should definitely not be discounted after a shock win against Johnny Reb two weeks ago on Slam.
Erin Robbins: It depends. If we see Sequitus Brent Alpine tonight, NvL is going to cruise this one. If we see Percy Micro Brent Alpine, different story.
Zach Davis: Who do you think is behind the whole Percy Micro thing, Erin?
Erin Robbins: ME! Actually I have no idea. Whoever it is is an evil genius. I've never seen a manager have such a galvanising effect on a wrestler as Percy does.
Zach Davis: Hmm, I'm not so sure Percy has good intentions towards Brent...
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: From Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 227 pounds, he is... 'The Vine'... Brent... Alpine!
Alpine, now in the centre of the ring, drops to his knees. He stares down to the mat and raises his arms, almost apologetically. The fans cheer as the lights go back on.
Erin Robbins: No Percy Micro here tonight. Alpine is toast.
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected. Such an odd entrance for Nathan von Liebert who steps out onto the entrance ramp, wearing his street clothes with a straight jacket linking his arms. Walking almost as if drunk to the music, Nathan makes his way down the ramp. He shies away from the hands, shrugging off the boos as he makes his way to the ring. No steps for NvL, who practically dives beneath the bottom rope into the ring. Nathan rises his knees and begins to scan the arena around him. And then he begins to shake, to try and break free of his bindings. With each tremor, each contortion of his body, the violin piece picks up in volume. Almost to the point of eardrum shattering, Nathan's right arm is suddenly free of the straps, and a single red hand raises to the sky above.
"AHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHH, AHHHHHHHHHHH"
Three blood-curdling screams sound off throughout the arena, all three recognizable by any hardcore WCF fan. The first had the lowest pitch, and it was of Johnny Nova. The second of Roxanne, Waylon's girl. The third and final scream was that of Nightmare, Polar Phantasm's wife. And with that, the arena fell deathly silent as NvL frees himself from the jacket, tossing out of the ring waiting for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, hailing from The Nightmare Realm, weighing 205 pounds, he is... Nathan von Liebert!
Erin Robbins: Man it is it good to see NvL back. Mark Dillinger was good but NvL is a different animal completely.
Alpine and von Liebert launch straight into a full on slobberknocker. They exchange blows and neither man stops to feel the pain that is inevitably being experienced. On pure adrenaline, Alpine gets the advantage and eventually clotheslines NvL outside the ring to a big pop from the crowd. Alpine takes a few steps back and hits a suicide dive through the ropes. However, NvL swiftly moves out the way and causes The Vine's head to veer into the guard rail. A 'holy shit' chant already breaks out. Outside the ring, NvL picks up Alpine and powerslams him to the floor. The referee begins to count them out. 1... 2... 3... 4...NvL picks up Alpine one handed and slams him again.
Zach Davis: Incredible strength for a man with one hand.
The referee continues counting. 5... NvL gets back in the ring. 6... 7... Alpine struggles up to his knees and looks battered already. 8... Alpine rushes back in the ring. NvL immediately jumps on him like a hawk and pounds him with his left hand and the stump. NvL hits a leg drop and repeated knees to Alpine's head. He gets up and takes a moment to look out to the crowd with malice in his eyes. They resoundingly boo. NvL grabs Alpine and picks him up. However, the young Australian rolls NvL into a pin. The referee counts.
Zach Davis: Alpine's got him. 1... 2... NO!
NvL kicks out and immediately goes back into an assault. He hits Alpine with a variety of striking moves. He gets Alpine in a sleeper hold. Brent struggles and tries to escape but fails. With a second burst of strength, Alpine manages to clamber to his feet while still being held in NvL's sleeper. In an amazing show of power, Alpine manages to step towards the turnbuckle and use it as leverage to flip himself backwards and roll up NvL ala Bret Hart/Steve Austin at Survivor Series 1996. The referee counts.
3! NO! Kickout at the last second.
Erin Robbins: NvL is dominating this match but Alpine keeps getting him in dangerous pinfall situations.
NvL picks up Alpine and goes for a German suplex. However, Brent tenses, kicks him in the shin, shuffles to his side and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep. In a flurry of moves originating from European countries, Alpine picks him up and performs an Irish whip which draws cheers from the Belfast crowd. As NvL comes back off the ropes, Alpine him with an enziguri. He peforms a standing moonsault but they both get hurt in the process as Alpine lands awkwardly.
Zach Davis: Both men down!
'Gold' by Prince plays to jeers from the capacity crowd. The jeers turn into amused catcalls as the miniature pig, Percy Micro, trots down the aisle.
Erin Robbins: Percy Micro! Maybe the greatest manager in the WCF!
Alpine gets up and mouths to his omnivore manager 'You shouldn't be out here!'.
Percy Micro: Of course I should be out here, Brent. You need me, remember?!
The distraction causes NvL to roll up Alpine.
KICKOUT! NvL immediately gets up and lays into Alpine with punches. The stump catches Alpine nastily on his right temple and busts him open. NvL sees Percy Micro and goes out of the ring in pursuit of him. Sensing bad intentions, the pig instinctively trots away. However, he's no match for NvL who grabs him by an ear. The pig squeals. Some of the crowd appear to be worried about what they are about to witness.
Erin Robbins: No! Put Percy down!
Zach Davis: This could get ugly. The WCF doesn't condone any violence towards animals that NvL might commit here.
Seeing that NvL has Percy Micro in his hand, Brent Alpine's eyes glaze over with fury. He runs out of the ring and smashes NvL with a forearm. As Percy goes flying out of NvL's hand, Alpine catches him and comforts him with an embrace. The poor pig sits traumatised and still on the ramp. With a lust for vengeance, Alpine lifts NvL to his feet and launches him towards the ring steps. NvL shatters against the steel and the noise echoes through the arena. The fans appear shocked at Alpine's new found aggression. Alpine picks NvL and props him up on the turnbuckle while staying outside of the ring. NvL hangs by the legs off the turnbuckle and hovers over the steel steps.
Erin Robbins: He's not planning to...
Alpine hits a cut-throat swinging neckbreaker off the turnbuckle and into the steel steps. The crowd are going crazy.
Zach Davis: GLOW WORM OFF THE TURNBUCKLE AND INTO THE STEPS! SOMEONE CHECK NVL IS STILL ALIVE!
Still totally enraged, Alpine picks NvL up and throws him into the ring. NvL is a bloody mess. Alpine gets back in the ring and again picks him up. This time, he scoots straight into Fruit of the Vine which leads directly into the pinfall. The referee counts.
Zach Davis: I've never seen Alpine like that!
Erin Robbins: The Percy Micro effect!
The referee tries to raise Alpine's hand but he rushes straight outside the ring and comforts Percy Micro.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, 'The Vine' Bre...
Steel is interrupted by a loud robotic voice which emanates from the pig.
Percy Micro: Correction, Mr. Steel. The winner of this match is I, Percy Micro, with partial assistance from my commodity, Brent Alpine!
The fans boo.
Zach Davis: What?! Not only is Percy Micro taking credit for Alpine's victory, he's claiming HE won the match?
Erin Robbins: Well of course he did. Alpine was getting destroyed til Percy came out here.
Alpine carries Micro to the back. In the ring, NvL scowls. Blood drips from his forehead into his clenched teeth and he looks terrifying.
Zach Davis: It takes something special to beat NvL and what we saw from Alpine was a fury I never knew he had.
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling there will be severe repercussions from this. Just look at von Liebert!
NvL storms to the back.
The camera cuts to a shot of Diablo Calzone and Buddy Roman walking backstage, talking about their match. Suddenly, Colin Marshall rushes into the frame and yanks Calzone by the arm.
Colin Marshall: Hey! Calzone! I don't appreciate that stunt you pulled out there during my match!
Roman turns toward Marshall and eyes him with suspicion. Suddenly, a look of recognition hits his face.
Buddy Roman: Didn't I recruit you? Wait. Are you Chase Michaels? No. You're that other kid! Who the hell are you and why are you harassing my son!?
Colin Marshall: Your son almost cost me that victory out there. I'm here to put a stop to the games, Roman! I didn't know you were too afraid to fight your own battles, Calzone.
Diablo Calzone: That serves you right, you little pu-
Buddy Roman: Oh kid, kid I'm sorry. I didn't recognize you. You're the valet, right? I had the Blue Accord with the tinted windows.
Diablo Calzone: Dad, that's Colin Marshall!
Buddy Roman: Son, how do you know the valet's name?
Colin Marshall: Enough of the jokes, Roman. Your mindgames aren't going to work on me. Having the crowd chant "T U R T L E Power" was a clever trick...but only just that. Now, I'm going to show Calzone a thing or two next Sunday...but unless you want a taste right now, Buddy, I'd suggest getting out of the way!
Buddy Roman: I want my car, damn it! My skin is crawling just being in this grimy city of drunkards and hooligans.
Diablo Calzone: Dad, I've got this.
Diablo taps his dad on the arm and the old man steps aside. Diablo gets right in Colin's grill so that they're standing mano y Ninja Turtle.
Diablo Calzone: Mr. Marshall, I can see that you're a kid still trying to find his way in this world. I can respect that. I'm in the same boat in many ways. But the thing is... I got a problem with you. I guess you could say I don't like the cut of your jib.
Diablo Calzone: It's more than that, though. I look at you and I see one of these young cats who wants to be handed shit that he hasn't earned. Do you know what I'm gonna do about that? I'm gonna hand you something that you have earned. I'm gonna hand you an ass whooping next week on Slam! T-U-R-T-L-E POWER, bitch!
With the monstrous Calzone towering over Colin, Marshall stands his ground. He stays locked nose to nose with him as he opens up to rebut.
Colin Marshall: You think you can hand out the three finger, two toed justice? You think you can dish out that colored headband retribution?
Colin inches even closer to Diablo.
Colin Marshall: The fact that you think I think something should just be handed to me is rich since, only a month or so ago, you were clamoring up Stacy Jones-Robinson-Brown's asshole for a People's Championship shot the moment you set foot in these doors. You know what I think?
This time, it's Colin's turn to laugh.
Colin Marshall: I think you and I are a lot alike...so much that it scares you. You better be ready for Sunday, Calzone. I was satisfied with the idea of beating you but your little light show out there...made this very personal. I think you'll be the one who's shocked.
Diablo Calzone: Clamoring for a title shot? I was challenged by the champion herself! A-ha, but how soon your kind forgets, eh, Marshall? Yes, we're alike in the sense that two stones are alike. Think about that, the boulder that rolls over an entire village and squashes the townsfolk versus the, uh...
Calzone looks Marshall up in down and scoffs, unimpressed by what he sees.
Diablo Calzone: The stone that a small child skips across the lake for his own amusement. Oh they're both stones in a superficial sense, shaped by the turbulence of their conception and defined by the hands of time and fate, but there's a difference, C-Marsh. Oh there's a big difference, my friend. That boulder keeps on rolling, keeps on crushing everything in its path, unyielding in its quest. That stone, on the other hand, it just sinks to the bottom of the lake, never to be seen by human eyes ever again. Considering our respective career paths, I'd say that's an apropos analogy.
Roman tugs on Diablo's shoulder, and whispers into his ear.
Buddy Roman: Where is my car?
Diablo Calzone: Soon enough, dad. Soon enough we'll skip this town and forget that we ever came here.
Diablo looks toward Colin once again.
Diablo Calzone: Soon enough I will crush you in the middle of that ring and none but the most hardcore wrestling junkies will remember the name Colin Marshall.
Colin Marshall: You think I'm going to roll over and die in there for you? You've got something else coming your way, Diablo. You better prepare for a new brand of ass beating next Sunday, courtesy of Colin Marshall. I'll crack your dome open with Shine and they'll be making turtle soup by Monday morning.
Colin points past Diablo towards Buddy Roman.
Colin Marshall: And keep your father away from the ring or he'll get a taste too. Maybe I'll shove those brass knuckles down his throat and he can slurp his turtle soup through a straw.
Colin looks eye to eye with Calzone.
Colin Marshall: This is wrestling Diablo...something with no place for analogies. It doesn't matter what you think...you can't get to me, no matter how hard you try.
Diablo Calzone: That's what I like to hear. Deluded confidence from a young man who has no idea of the shit storm that he's about to walk into. Makes my job that much easier. In seven days your world is gonna be turned upside down and inside out, Colin. Don't say I didn't give you ample warning. Don't say I didn't try to dissuade you. You wanted this fight and you got it. Another poor decision that you've made. Your last.
Diablo turns to Roman and motions for the two of them to walk away.
Diablo Calzone: Come on, dad. This guy ain't the valet, but he should've been. Safer line of work. Once I'm done with him he won't even be able to park cars for a living.
A spark of rage flashes in Colin's eye. He grabs a turning Diablo by the arm, cutting off his exit. With all signs of caution thrown out the window, Colin begins pointing his finger in Calzone's face.
Colin Marshall: Don't mistake my spirit for brash arrogance, Diablo! The only world that's going to be destroyed is yours! Why wait until Sunday!
The tension between the two is clearly thickening. The shouting has begun to draw attention as the road security comes running around the corner.
Security: Hey...is there a problem here, you two?!
Diablo stares into Colin's eyes, as if peering into the man's soul. He says nothing, does not move a muscle. He studies his foe. After several silent moments pass, Diablo finally speaks, never breaking his stare from Colin's eyes.
Diablo Calzone: No, there's no problem here. There's no problem here at all. My colleague and I were merely engaging in a philosophical debate.
Having collected the necessary information, Diablo finally breaks his stare from Colin and turns to the security guard.
Diablo Calzone: He says that Chicago style pizza is the best, while I'm inclined to go with New York style.
The security agent eyes Diablo with suspicion.
Security: Alright, you two. Let's move it along. We don't want any trouble tonight.
Diablo once again turns his attention to Colin.
Diablo Calzone: Oh, there won't be any trouble tonight. No trouble at all tonight. Tonight isn't the night that you have to worry about. Isn't that right, Colin? No, trouble won't be rearing its head until next week.
Diablo punctuates his words with a self-assured snicker while gritting his teeth to restrain his rage.
Colin stares back, his gaze never breaking for a second.
Colin Marshall: No, no trouble at all...all I know is New York style leaves a bad taste in my mouth. One I can't wait to wash out...See you at Slam next Sunday, Diablo.
With that, Colin turns and walks away from the scene. Roman and Calzone scowl in Marshall's direction until the scene cuts to events occurring elsewhere in the arena.
"Horseshoes and Handgrenades" by Green Day hits the speakers. The audience instantly begins booing.
Zach Davis: Him again?!
Erin Robbins: I can't believe how quickly this crowd has turned on Logan in the course of one night. He's Mr. WCF. Damnit!
Logan slowly walks out onto the stage, wearing his ring gear from earlier tonight under a black t-shirt that has white lettering reading 'ticket master'. Logan walks down the ramp, stopping every now and then and pointing a finger at a fan in the audience and threatening them. He doesn't hit the ring steps, instead walks around the ring and over to the commentator booth.
Zach Davis: What is he doin -
Logan yanks Zach Davis's headset off and puts it on his own head, he adjusts the mouthpiece, directing Zach to stand up. Zach does.
Logan: Take a hike you boudle bitch.
Logan pushes Zach aside and sits down at the announcers table, joining Erin. Zach Davis uncomfortably stands off to the side.
Erin Robbins: Welcome, Logan. What brings you out here?
Logan: Hey babygurl. You going to be able to call this match with the raw steel pelvic appeal so close to you?
Erin Robbins: I'll try!
“Hollywood Babylon” by The Misfits plays over the P.A. Scott Savage struts out from behind the curtain with a smile, as Waylon Cash, Chelsea Black Armstrong, and Seifer Black Armstrong walk out to a series of boos. They pose on the ramp, smiling for the booing crowd, before walking down the entrance ramp. The roll under the bottom rope, and jump onto opposite turnbuckles, holding their fists high in the air, already sure of their coming victory.
Erin Robbins: S-Pac looking good as usual.
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. 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.
Logan: Terrible song. If I catch him look my way even ONCE it'll be Sweet Home Connector City for his trashcan ass.
"Won't Back Down" by Eminem blares on the PA.
"You can sound the alarm
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
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, waiting for his opponent, and looking over to the announcers booth at Logan. The two share a glare.
Erin Robbins: Jeff Purse. War winner, former World Champion. He attacked you earlier tonight after your match -
Logan: Like a coward. That's all he is, Erin.
‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Jones struts out onto the stage followed by Tayla Williams. The two stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Kyle Steel: Making her way to the ring…being accompanied by Tayla Williams...from Orlando, Florida…weighing in at 150 pounds...the WCF People's Champion! Stacy…Jones!
The two women reach the ring and roll under the bottom rope, Stacy then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her left hand. ‘I Will Not Break’ fades out, not before taking off her jacket.
Logan: You see her eyeing Mr. WCF?
Erin Robbins: Oh? I didn't notice.
Logan: Will she be able to perform, Erin? Can she handle the pressure with the hotdog of treachery so near? Can she get through the match without having a hotdog attack?
Erin Robbins: Uh... haha. I guess we'll find out!
The bell rings. Stacy Jones starts off for her side, begging for Chelsea Black Armstrong to get into the ring, and she does! Stacy Jones hops on Chelsea with rage in her eyes, throwing rights and lefts, Chelsea pushes Stacy away, and grabs her whipping her into the ropes. Stacy hits the ropes, comes back, Chelsea goes for a closeline, Stacy ducks, and dropkicks Chelsea from behind. Chelsea stumbles forward, bounces off the ropes, and falls into a neckbreaker from Stacy Jones!
Logan: Stacy taking out the S-Pac trash tonight!
Erin Robbins: You can just see the rage in her eyes. She really has it out for Chelsea Armstrong.
Logan: That or she's trying to impress yours truly. You can tell how much Stacy has improved ever since our little sparring session.
Stacy grabs Chelsea by the hair, picking her up, but Chelsea is having none of it, kicking Stacy in the stomach and forcing her to hunch over into a quick snap DDT. Chelsea Black Armstrong mounts Stacy and begins raining down punches on her skull. Waylon Cash and Seifer clap her on from their corner. Chelsea picks Stacy up, but no! Stacy comes back with a right, and another, and another. She punches Chelsea into the ropes, then grabs her for an irish whip, Chelsea reverses the whip and pulls Stacy into a closeline taking Stacy down!
Erin Robbins: Killer closeline.
Chelsea Black Armstrong kicks Stacy a few times, then pulls her up by her hair, and walks her over to the S-Pac corner tagging in Waylon Cash. Chelsea Black Armstrong holds Stacy Jones by the arms, and Cash eagerly steps in, slapping Stacy across her face. The audience boos. Stacy staggers backwards into the ropes, falls out, and Waylon catches her with a deadly snap suplex. Waylon Cash bends down, picking up Stacy by her hair, and out of nowhere Stacy Jones rolls up Cash in a small package!
Thre - NO! Cash squirms free at the very last second. He stares at the referee with wide eyes, not expecting that. Neither did S-Pac either, who had just begun to get inside the ring to break it up. Stacy Jones climbs back to her feet, and tries to gain some offense, sending a stiff kick to Waylon, who catches her foot, and spins her around hitting a back body drop! She wrenches out in pain, and Waylon drags her over to his corner and makes the pin.
Jeff Purse rushes into the ring but Stacy Jones kicks out! The referee gets in the way of Jeff, telling him to get back in his corner.
Logan: Do as your told, Purse.
Waylon Cash curses at Jeff from across the ring, before picking Stacy back up - WHAT! STACY'S KICK! Waylon stands stunned for a moment before finally falling over into the ring. The crowd cheers Stacy on as she slowly crawls back to her corner, nursing her back in the process. Johnny Reb sticks his hand out as far as possible for a tag. Waylon Cash slowly recovers, looking back at his corner, and he jumps forwards tagging in Seifer Black Armstrong, and at the same time Stacy Jones tags in Johnny Reb! The crowd explodes as Reb and Seifer rush each other.
Erin Robbins: These two are going at it! PPV quality encounter right here!
Johnny Reb and Seifer Black Armstrong trade rights, back and forth, Seifer gains the upperhand, whips Reb into the ropes, Reb comes back, ducks a closeline from Armstrong, Seifer Black Armstrong turns to face Johnny Reb - and gets nailed with a facebreaker DDT! Seifer goes down! Johnny Reb quickly runs up the nearest turnbuckle and flies off with a frog splash!
Logan: Is he going to hit it?
NO! Seifer Black Armstrong rolls out of the way at the last second. Reb jumps up clutching his chest, and Seifer greets him with a kick to the stomach and a gut wrench slam. Seifer Black Armstrong peels Reb off the rings surface and sets him up for a suplex. Reb wraps his leg around Seifer, reverses the suplex, and hits Seifer with a suplex. Seifer Black Armstrong rolls over, clinching his back. Johnny Reb stomps Seifer a few times, picking him up, and whipping him towards the ropes. Seifer comes back and shoulder rams Reb down!
Erin Robbins: Ouch. That took Reb right off his feet.
Seifer Black Armstrong runs to the ropes, bounces off, and comes back dropping an elbow on Reb - NO! Reb rolls out of the way and Seifer's elbow slaps the matt. Seifer stands up, nursing his elbow, and Johnny Reb hits a flying neckbreaker followed quickly by climbing the turnbuckle, flying off, and hitting The Southern Discomfort!
Logan: BOUDLE DISCOMFORT! IT'S OVER!
Reb pins Seifer, hooking the leg.
Chelsea Black Armstrong climbs the turnbuckle.
She flies off -
JOHNNY REB GETS AN ELBOW TO THE BACK OF HIS HEAD!
Erin Robbins: SO CLOSE! CHELSEA BROKE UP THE PIN!
This pisses off Stacy Jones, she gets into the ring, and closelines Chelsea Black Armstrong over the ropes. Waylon goes to get in, but the referee gets inbetween them, and forces Waylon and Stacy back into their corners while Chelsea recovers on the outside. Seifer Black Armstrong slowly stirs to his feet while Johnny Reb stalks him. He turns around, and Reb locks in the STARS AND BARS! Seifer Black Armstrong shouts out in pain, but manages to reverse it, and hits Johnny Reb with a desperation FADE TO BLACK! Both men go down. Seifer Black Armstrong is still hurting from the Southern Discomfort from just a moment ago, and is slow to roll over towards Reb. WHAT? Jeff Purse stretches forward and slaps Reb on the back tagging himself in.
Logan: Jeff Purse just saved Johnny Reb, tagging himself in. Some people might think that's smart, but Jeff is nothing but a soft retarded babybitch.
Seifer Black Armstrong staggers up as Jeff Purse rushes into the ring. Seifer swings at Jeff; Jeff ducks, and hits Seifer Black Armstrong with THE SPOKE!
Waylon Cash however immediately gets into the ring before Jeff can even pin him and Waylon Cash hits Jeff Purse with a deadly closeline that sends him over the ropes. The referee warns Cash that he'll DQ him if he does that again.
Logan: Be right back.
Waylon Cash and the referee are arguing while Logan puts his head set down and cautiously walks over to Jeff Purse who is down on the outside. Logan watches the referee, who is still arguing with Cash. With the referee's back to Logan, Logan stands over Jeff Purse, looking around at the booing crowd and smiling. Logan picks up Jeff Purse by his head and slings him head first into the outside turnbuckle post! Jeff's head smacks off the post, and Logan quickly pulls Jeff up and pushes him back into the ring. Stacy Jones and Johnny Reb hop down from their corner, glaring at Logan and walking towards him. The referee has turned around, and Logan points that out to Jones and Reb - literally pointing at the referee.
Erin Robbins: Reb and Jones are too smart to risk getting a disqualification here by fighting with Logan.
And indeed they change their minds, glaring at Logan while going back to their corner. Logan walks back over to the announcers booth and sits back down, putting the headset on again.
Logan: Sorry about that, Erin. What did I miss?
Seifer Black Armstrong rolls over and pins Jeff Purse. The referee quickly warns the others not to get into the ring before he drops down and counts.
THREE AND A HALF!
THREE AND THREE QUARTERS!
Erin Robbins: JEFF PURSE KICKS OUT!
Logan slams a fist on the announcers table. Seifer Black Armstrong picks Jeff Purse up, throwing him into the turnbuckle. The referee accidentally gets bumped by Purse and goes down.
Logan: Referee is taking a break. Be right back!
Seifer Black Armstrong runs up to Purse while he's in the turnbuckle and hits a backhand chop against his chest. Purse wrenches out in pain, and gets another chop. Seifer grabs Purse, irish whips him, Purse reverses, and takes Seifer down with a closeline. Jeff also goes down, and he slowly stumbles to his feet, staggering towards his corner. Meanwhile, Logan has folded up the chair he was sitting on, and carries it with him to ringside. Jones and Reb don't notice Logan until he slides into the ring. Logan stalks Jeff Purse with the chair in his hand, talking trash to him, Stacy Jones gets into the ring with eyes full of rage! - however - Logan doesn't know that the referee has made back up and is aware of what's going on. Jeff Purse turns around and Logan swings the chair full force! JEFF PURSE DUCKS AT THE LAST SECOND AND STACY JONES TAKES A CHAIRSHOT TO THE FACE!
Erin Robbins: OH NO! LOGAN MEANT TO HIT JEFF PURSE WITH THE CHAIR BUT ACCIDENTALLY HITS STACY JONES!
The referee rings the bell! Logan stares down at Stacy with wide eyes, Jeff Purse looks at Logan and comes after him! Logan quickly drops the chair and slides out of the ring and begins back pedaling up the ramp as fast as he can and into the back!
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb, Stacy Jones, and Jeff Purse win by DQ thanks to Logan's interference. Man. I don't like her too much, but I feel sorry for Jones... that was a wicked chairshot meant for Purse. She ate it!
Jeff Purse and S-Pac are still standing in the ring.
Zach Davis: What a match we have just witnessed Erin…
Erin Robbins: Indeed…
As Purse turns around he bumps into Seifer, shaking his head and slides out of the ring and starts to walk towards the ramp while keeping his eye on the ring when a gigantic man dressed in black trousers, black boots and a black doomsday prophet shirt steps over the barricade and stands behind Purse who bumps straight into him.
Zach Davis: Who the Hell is that guy?
Erin Robbins: I have no idea but he’s huge!
Slowly turning around he looks up at the gigantic man with a nervous smile on his face as he starts to walk around him but then suddenly the man reaches out and punches Purse flat on the side of the head sending him flying.
Zach Davis: Holy crap!
Erin Robbins: This mammoth of a man just sent Purse flying with a single punch!
Walking over to him the giant man picks him up into a military press and throws him over the top rope into the ring where Seifer picks him up and nails him with the fade to black.
Zach Davis: The Fade To Black!
Erin Robbins: I have no idea why Seifer is doing this to Purse, what’s he ever done to him?
Laughing Seifer walks over and grabs a microphone while the big man climbs into the ring and stands above Purse.
Seifer Black Armstrong: You know what Purse, while you are laying there in pain I think this is the perfect time to introduce you to a friend of mine. This colossal man is called Samael and he is the first Doomsday Devotee, he does what makes me laugh, and right now you in pain is causing me plenty of happiness. You may ask why and I wouldn’t blame you to do so, but that is for another time. Right now all you have to consider is that I did all this because I could, I am growing bored of fights for a reason, I am here to destroy people and I decided that you will be next. I look forward to watching you burn…
As he says this Seifer points to the outside and Samael climbs out the ring and takes a table out from under the ring along with a container of lighter fluid soaking the table in it as Seifer picks up Purse by the head.
Seifer Black Armstrong: Let’s watch the world burn…
Samael takes a lighter out of his pocket and sets the table alight as both Seifer and Chelsea grab Purse and throw him over the rope sending him crashing through the flaming table as arena staff rush in to put out the fire.
Zach Davis: Oh my God!
Erin Robbins: Last week Seifer nearly killed Orbit, this week he nearly killed Purse!
Laughing Seifer drops the microphone as Babylon AD by Cradle of filth starts up and the three of them walk out the ring and up the ramp leaving the arena.
Scene opens backstage with Hank Brown, standing in front of the Slam logo with a mic.
Hank Brown: Please welcome the WCF World Champion, Steve Orbit!
The crowd pops as Orbit steps into the frame. He's wearing his long mink with the WCF World title over his shoulder.
Hank Brown: Steve, we're moments away from the main event where you and Jayson Price will fight the Big Time Jerks in a handicap match. Have you and Jayson planned a strategy for this match?
Steve Orbit: Honestly, I ain't spoke with Price all week. Haven't been in contact with him at all, but I know he's gonna bring it tonight. Pantheon FLEX.
Hank Brown: That's interesting-- you two are tag team partners tonight, Pantheon members, yet you haven't talked to each other all week? I would think you two would have some things to talk about...
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah? What kinda things?
Hank Brown: Jayson Price scored the winning pinfall in the Trios Cup finals, securing a shot at your World Championship at Blast. Certainly there must be some tension between the two of you, knowing you will collide the ring in a few short weeks with your title, the wrestling world's biggest prize on the line.
Orbit is about to speak, when the frame widens to show that Jayson Price has just entered the scene. He stands on the opposite side of Hank, facing Orbit.
Jayson Price: Tension? Listen-- it's always gonna be Pantheon first. We're bros. Period. Pitting us against each other will be great for the fans, great for the company... great for business, but it will be purely competitive. No hard feelings. Either way, the title stays in Pantheon-- we all win. So you can kill all of those tired Pantheon "internal struggle" rumors before they even start, Hank. It's not happening. And all you're going to see tonight is a display of unity and dominance when Orbit and myself destroy Adam Young and his Big Time Jerks.
Price puts his fist up-- Orbit pounds it. The both turn and walk out of the frame.
Hank Brown: There you have it, folks.
Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: I used to like that song, Erin. Not anymore. Not since Seth.
The fans boo as Seth steps out from the back... drunk, and with a hooker on each arm.
Erin Robbins: What the hell?
Seth stumbles to the ring, with the two hookers holding him up. Well, we don't KNOW they're hookers, but.. we know they're hookers. He rolls into the ring and uses the ropes to pull himself up.
Zach Davis: How drunk IS Seth, really?
He grabs a mic... and falls down. He's passed out.
Erin Robbins: Oh come on. Can we get security? I know he had an announcement but...
And with that, Seth springs up, laughing and not shaky at all. He was playing drunk. The fans boo as he talks into the mic.
Seth Lerch: FOOLED YOU!
Seth Lerch: Hahah, suckers. I'm only pretty kind of buzzed, not totally drunk! SUCKERS.
Seth Lerch: On teh interwebz, I promised that I'd have an announcement about Ultimate Showdown. And I did. I had a bunch of announcements. Ultimate Showdown holds a special place in my heart, as does Blast. They've gotta be big. And they're all about Titles.
Mild pop for.. Championships? Who knows.
Seth Lerch: You see, the Ultimate Showdown match is just that. The Ultimate Showdown. The best of the best going at it.. and letting the chips fall where they may. And that means three things.
Seth Lerch: Firstly, if the Ultimate Showdown match determines the Best of the Best.. then the World Champion has to be involved. So my first official announcement is that the World Title WILL be on the line in the Ultimate Showdown match!
Seth Lerch: And who else?.... HOW ABOUT EVERY SINGLES CHAMPION IN THE WCF?!
Zach Davis: Whaaat!?
Seth Lerch: That's right! EVERY SINGLE WCF SINGLES CHAMPION will main event Ultimate Showdown! From the World Champion to the People's Champion, everyone is going to be involved. That's SIX men. This match will be an EIGHT man match.
Seth Lerch: Which leads to the question... what about the two non-Champions in the match? Welp, number one, whoever DOESN'T leave Blast as the World Champion will automatically be entered into the Ultimate Showdown match. Other than that, there will be a match at Blast to determine the only other non-Champion entrant amongst whoever I decide deserves it!
Booing! Boo, boo, boo.
Seth Lerch: Speaking of Blast, it should determine just who gets to compete as the "best of the best," I'd say. That means at Blast, EVERY SINGLE BELT WILL BE ON THE LINE.
Seth Lerch: As for the Hardcore Title? Firstly, as much as I love Logan, I can't believe Alexander Richards didn't win the belt tonight. Oblivion ALWAYS has a claim to that belt. Johnny Reb and Oblivion have beef. Jeff Purse and Logan have some shit going on. Anyway, long story short, there are a lot of people with a lot of issues, so I'm doing a Hardcore Title Invitational, in which whomever I invite to compete for the Hardcore Title will do so at Blast! We've got those four, plus whomever else I feel like deserves it!
Zach Davis: Whoa!
Erin Robbins: Shush, Freddy.
Seth Lerch: The World Title is already.. unfortunately.. decided. We've got a Television Title contender. We've got to decide who is facing ICE Beckman, Caliban, Chelsea, etc. etc., but the long and the short of it is this. Blast will be the last Championship opportunity for anything other than the Television Championship. We'll see what happens, but the chase is on to get into the Ultimate Showdown match. The chase is on... to make history.
Seth's music hits as he drops the mic and rolls out of the ring. He heads to the back, ignoring the hookers from earlier.
Zach Davis: BIG news, Erin. Big news. At Ultimate Showdown, EVERYTHING is on the line.
Erin Robbins: And at Blast, the chance to get to everything is on the line! Every Title match is basically a World Title Contendership match, really. Who'll get the chances?
Zach Davis: Erin!
Erin Robbins: Zach!
Zach Davis: Do you know what time it is?
Erin Robbins: Party time?
Zach Davis: No! It's main event time!
Erin Robbins: But I thought it was party time all the time?
Zach Davis: Well, uh, it is. But... hey let's get to the match!
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a HANDICAP MATCH!
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 entrance way. Out walks Mohammad followed first by Dory Blanchard and then 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.
Kyle Steel: Making their way to the ring at a total combined weight of eight hundred and twenty pounds, Dory Blanchard and The Big Time Jerks, Adam Young and Austin Adams!
Mohammad has the ref hold the ropes open for The Jerks, Blanchard and himself. They stand in the middle of the ring and disrobe as the fans go nuts.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...
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.
Kyle Steel: First, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and forty-nine pounds, he is the Number One Contender for the WCF World Title, Jayson Price!
As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, slapping a few hands while taking drinks from his flask, before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. He'll then head for the corner and climb up to the second rope to flip off the crowd before turning around and perching himself on the top turnbuckle, taking a few more drinks from his flask. As the lights come back on, Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throwing it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of the referee.
Kyle Steel: And his tag team partner...
"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 entrance way 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, he is the WCF World 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 ring hand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Zach Davis: And we finally get to see how Price and Orbit are going to be able to work together now that we know they are going to be going one on one at Blast for Orbit's World Title.
Erin Robbins: Well they looked just fine a few minutes ago in the back. All smiles and fist bumps, just like any other day.
Zach Davis: We'll see. I've been in WCF long enough to know the World Title does weird things to people.
It appears Adams will be starting for his team as Young and Blanchard step out onto the apron. On the other side of the ring Orbit and Price are in the midst of a heated argument.
Erin Robbins: Oh no! What is this?!?!
Zach Davis: Are they...are they arguing about rock, paper, scissors?
Indeed they appear to be doing just that. In an attempt to see who would start, Price and Orbit decided to play rock, paper, scissors. However neither appears to want to play something other than rock.
Orbit/Price: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rock and Rock.
Orbit/Price: ONE! TWO! THREE!
Rock and Rock.
Referee: Come on you two! Let's move this along!
Orbit/Price: Shut up!
The pair go to start up another round when Adams decides he's had enough of Orbit and Price's antics and charges the corner. Adams with a running shoulder tackle to Orbit that sends him stumbling into the corner. The referee quickly signals for the bell as Price responds with a right hand to the face of Adams. Orbit tries to get involved but the referee holds him back and points to the corner. Price with another big right hand before he grabs the arm of Adams and sends him into the ropes. Back comes Adams and Price picks him up before slamming him on the mat with a sidewalk slam.
Erin Robbins: Look at Steve Orbit! The World Champ is still livid after that cheap shot from Adams to start the match.
Price up to his feet and he's pulling Adams up with him. One look over to his corner at Orbit and Price nods his head before leading Adams over. Price with the tag to Orbit and in comes The Mack to a sizable pop from the crowd. Orbit shoves Adams into the corner as Price steps out onto the apron. Orbit with a couple of quick chops across the chest of Adams before pulling him out of the corner and dropping him with a short arm clothesline. Orbit with the first pin attempt of the match.
Zach Davis: No! Austin Adams with the kick out!
Orbit not looking to bothered as he gets up to his feet. He looks over to the corner to see if Price wants tagged in but Price tells him to just keep going. Adams getting up to his feet and Orbit helps him the rest of the way. Orbit shoots him into the ropes but telegraphs a back body drop. Adams able to stop in time and he makes Orbit pay with a big forearm across the back. Adams now hammering away at the back of Orbit with forearms as Steve drops first down to one knee and then to the mat. Adams back up to his feet before he drops a knee across the small of the back. Adams now with a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Kick out by Orbit!
Adams quick to get back up to his feet and he grabs Orbit by the legs to keep him on the mat. Adams now pulling Orbit toward his corner where Adam Young tags the back of Adams and enters the ring. Adams and Young each with a few stomps as Orbit covers himself up. The referee starts up a count and Adams finally leaves the ring at four as Young pulls Steve up to his feet. Young quick to pull Orbit in and he tries for an STO but Steve fights back with an elbow to the side of the head. Orbit able to shove Young off of him but catches a right hand to the back of the head from Blanchard. Orbit stumbling and Young takes him out from behind with a chop block. The referee getting in Blanchard's face for that punch as Adams gets in the ring and again there's a double team on Orbit.
Zach Davis: Come on ref!
Price is having none of this nonsense as he charges into the ring. Dory points this out and the referee immediately cuts off Price and tells him to leave the ring. Price is livid as Young pulls up Orbit and Adams decks him with a right hand. Price's pleas are falling on deaf ears and he's forced to leave the ring as Adams rushes to get back on the apron. The referee turns around in time to see Young going for another pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: And again Orbit kicks out!
Young up to his feet and he heads for his corner as Orbit is still down. Young with a tag to Blanchard before leaving the ring. In comes Blanchard and he pulls Orbit up to his feet. Blanchard with a massive headbutt and down goes Orbit. Blanchard pulls him up a second time and again drops him with a headbutt. Price up on the ropes screaming out support for Orbit as Blanchard pulls him up for a third headbutt. Orbit from out of nowhere with a headbutt of his own that catches Blanchard off guard.
Zach Davis: The World Champ is alive!
Orbit with a few quick jabs to the face before delivering a spinning backfist. Blanchard dazed but still up on his feet until Orbit hits him with a Crane Kick. Down goes Blanchard and Orbit tries for the pin.
Zach Davis: Kick out!
Orbit up to his feet and he looks to the corner where Price is hyped up and waving for a tag. Orbit nods and obliges, tagging him in. Price quickly into the ring and he pulls up Blanchard. One european uppercut. Two european uppercuts. Three. Four. Five. Blanchard on wobbly legs as Price grabs him in an inverted headlock before spinning him around and hitting him with a discus elbow to the back of the head.
Erin Robbins: Green Eyed Monster!
Price looks like he's about to go for the pin when Young and Adams rush into the ring. Price with a clothesline to Adams but Young hits him from behind with an elbow. In comes Orbit to throw Young over the top rope before he helps Price back up to his feet. Orbit back out to the apron but the fans are chanting for him. Price looks around at the crowd and then at Orbit before shrugging his shoulders and tagging Orbit back in the match. In comes Orbit as Blanchard is trying to get back up. Orbit pulls him up and then connects with a Pimp Slap and then a jawbreaker as the crowd pops big time. Price is on the apron applauding Steve as he start to go for the pin.
Jayson Price: WAIT!
Orbit looks back at Price puzzled as Price points to the top rope.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is Price doing?
Zach Davis: I think he's telling Steve to go for the Oakland Splash.
Steve is still puzzled but heads for the top rope. Price with a quick tag on the back that the referee sees. Orbit up on the top rope and then he leaps off with the Oakland Splash. Orbit with the pin attempt but the referee isn't counting. Steve up to his feet trying to figure out what's going on as Price enters the ring and dives on Blanchard for the pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: And Steve Orbit and Jayson Price win!
"The Final Countdown" hits the speakers as Price gets up to his feet and raises his arms in victory. Orbit looks less happy as he's still trying to figure out what the hell just happened. The referee grabs both men's arms and raises them as Orbit is still looking at Price.
Zach Davis: Well both of these men said they were on the same page earlier but it looks now like Orbit is wondering what's up with Price just like the rest of us.
Erin Robbins: You're reading too much into this Zach. They said they were good, I believe them.
Price walks over and holds his hand out to Steve to shake. It takes a few seconds but Orbit nods his head and shakes Price's hand. There's a pop from the crowd as they both raise their arms in the air.
Erin Robbins: You see? Just a little hiccup, that's all.
The music continues to play as Orbit exits the ring and slaps a few hands at ringside before heading for the ramp. In the ring Price has started to head for the ropes when he sees Blanchard starting to get up from the mat. Without warning Price charges him and catches him with a knee to the side of the head.
Zach Davis: What the hell was that for?
Price now pulling Blanchard up to his feet before planting him with a Cravate Cutter.
Erin Robbins: The Downfall!
Zach Davis: What is Price doing?
Orbit is still heading up the ramp, oblivious to what is happening. In slides Austin Adams to help Blanchard but he gets a Pricebuster for his efforts. Finally Orbit realizes Price isn't with him and turns around to see Price standing over Adams and Blanchard in the ring. Adam Young is now trying to get to his partners to pull them out of the ring but Price leaves the ring and catches him with a right hand. Orbit now running down the ramp yelling for Price to stop.
Zach Davis: What the hell is Jayson Price trying to do out here? Is he trying to prove something?
Orbit rounds the corner as Price pulls Young up to his feet and sets him up for the Downfall on the floor. Orbit pleading with Price to let him go.
Erin Robbins: Can Steve talk some sense into him?
Zach Davis: He may be the only one out here!
Orbit talking to Price, trying to get him to calm down. Price nods and starts to let go of him when from out of nowhere he pulls him up on his shoulders and plants him with a Burning Hammer!
Erin Robbins: ....What the hell!?
Zach Davis: Come on, Price, what's gotten into you!?
Orbit is speechless as Price reaches down and grabs the WCF World Title that Orbit has dropped. Price stares down at it in his hands and then dusts it off before handing it to Steve.
Erin Robbins: What is going through the mind of Jayson Price?
With a pat on the back, Price walks past Orbit and heads for the ramp.
"Stranglehold" by conservative nutjob Ted Nugent hits the PA system. The crowd inside of Odyssey Arena goes ballistic, reacting with loud cheers and a near-unanimous chant of "BOBBY C!"
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Zach Davis: Wha-WHAT!? Is The Godfather here tonight?
Erin Robbins: He wasn't scheduled to be here, but that's his music. Where is he?
The cameras catch up with Bobby Cairo as he makes his way through the crowd, slapping hands with the fans and motorboating the more generous bosoms in attendance. Cairo looks like a million bucks, adorned in a pinstripe suit, two-tone shoes, a fedora and a silk scarf.
Zach Davis: The Godfather is here!
Erin Robbins: He's here and he looks FANTASTIC. Lawdy, I'm getting the vapors.
Zach Davis: The last time we saw Governor Thickness on Slam he was being interviewed from his hospital bed by intrepid reporter Bryan "Buzz" Worthy. And boy... did he look like shit!
Erin Robbins: That was not Cairo's finest hour, but he cleans up nice, dunnit?
Cairo finally makes his way down to the fan barrier and hops over it. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, then climbs the turnbuckles to salute the fans.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Cairo smiles big for the fans and hops off the turnbuckles. He receives a microphone from the So Cal Val lookalike ringside attendant and takes his mark at center ring.
Bobby Cairo: Belfast, Northern Ireland! How the hell are you doing?
The crowd goes BONKERS at the mention of their hometown. Grown men dance the Watusi while balancing their partners on their lap.
Bobby Cairo: Well, I gotta tell ya, I feel pretty damn good to be here tonight. It wasn't that long ago that I was stabbed in the back by a former protege on this very program, carted away by EMT's while my life and career flashed before my very eyes. Now you might think-
Cairo pauses, rolls his non-mic holding hand for added emphasis.
Bobby Cairo: You might think that such a harrowing experience would give me cause for concern with regard to returning to this show, returning to this company. Truthfully speaking, I had no such qualms. From the moment that I woke up from the emergency surgery to treat the wound in my back, I was counting down the days until I would be healthy enough to return to this ring. I might not be wrestling tonight- I MIGHT NOT be wrestling tonight unless a kid in a turtle shell is feeling jumpy-
Zach Davis: He's calling out his former pupil! He's calling out Diablo Calzone!
Bobby Cairo: But I have returned to this ring, and believe it or not I'm not here to call out my former pupil. I'm not here to call out Diablo Calzone.
Erin Robbins: What? Why wouldn't he call out Calzone? Cairo is one of the most vengeful people in WCF history! I'm surprised he doesn't want to throw down with D-LO and strangle the life out of him.
Bobby Cairo: Make no mistake about it, I will be exacting my vengeance upon that Ninja Turtle obsessed goofball, but not tonight. I have more pressing matters to tend to. Namely...
Cairo pauses and takes a deep breath. He soaks in the ambiance of the arena. And smiles.
Bobby Cairo: Namely the matter of XIII.
The crowd erupts at the mention of XIII. They sense that they're about to witness something very memorable, very special.
Bobby Cairo: I know that a lot of people have been speculating about who I would choose for Team Thickness. Believe me, this was not an easy decision for yours truly. There are a lot of people, A LOT of people who wanted to get their hands on Pantheon in that blockbuster main event showdown at XIII. Some very talented people, very dedicated people, dedicated to their craft. Up until now I've chosen to keep the identity of my teammates secret-
Zach Davis: Is Cairo going to unveil his team for XIII, is that what we're about to witness?!
Bobby Cairo: I am here tonight to reveal the identity of my teammates at XIII!
That revelation draws a MAJOR pop from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: He is! Team Thickness is about to be unveiled!
Bobby Cairo: It was with great thought and careful consideration that I sifted through the résumés of various candidates, some that I approached, and some that approached me. It was not an easy decision to make, but as Governor of the great and mighty nation of Poon Guinea and Mayor of the great and mighty city of New York, I am in the business of making executive decisions. From a candidate pool of dozens, I whittled the field down to the four candidates that I believed would best represent Team Thickness at XIII, alongside The Godfather.
Zach Davis: I can't wait to see who he picked.
Erin Robbins: Do you think he could have chosen us for his team, Zach?
Zach Davis: Did you apply?
Erin Robbins: Well yeah. It's not like we're announcing that night, and my mortgage ain't gonna pay for itself. A girl's gotta make that cheddar!
Cairo briskly gestures with his hand toward the entrance way.
Bobby Cairo: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the first two Superstars that I chose to represent Team Thickness against Pantheon at XIII... give it up for Biohazard and Tyler Walker, the great duo of BioWalker!
Zach Davis: What in the hell-?
Erin Robbins: Is he serious?
The lights in the arena flicker as "Breakdown" by Biohazard hits the PA system. Biohazard and Tyler Walker appear at the top of the ramp, decked out in their wrestling gear and wearing dark sunglasses and a pair of fuck you smiles. They bump fists and strut down the ramp toward the ring.
The crowd's reaction to the normally popular duo is muted by their sense of unanimous disbelief at Cairo's selection.
Zach Davis: I was not expecting this. I mean Bizzlehizzle and The Walkman are a couple of gamers, tough veterans with a ton of experience, but I never even considered them as candidates for Team Thickness.
Erin Robbins: Well, if nothing else, they are thick... in their own special way.
Walker and Biohazard exchange fistbumps and hugs with Governor Cairo, who appears to be absolutely delighted by their presence.
Bobby Cairo: It's great to be teaming with you guys. I know we're gonna knock Pantheon down a peg or two at XIII.
Tyler Walker: That's right! Bitches get stitches! I'mma hurt you, Fly! Piss cup!
The Beast flashes some unorthodox gang signs that are known only to him and his werewolf homies from outer space.
Biohazard: Bizzlehizzle in da hooooouse!
Biohazard oozes all over the microphone.
Zach Davis: Damn. Biz shot his load already. Not leaving anything in the tank for XIII.
Erin Robbins: Remind you of anyone, Zach?
Erin casts an accusing glare at Zach.
Cairo fetches a new, unoozed upon microphone from the So Cal Val lookalike.
Bobby Cairo: That's great stuff, guys. Great stuff. Now, I'm sure that everybody out there in the WCF Universe is asking themselves how can I possibly top the announcement of BioWalker as members of Team Thickness for that exclusive main event bout against Pantheon at XIII? Well, folks, honestly speaking, I don't know if I can top it, but I think I can at least match it with these two Superstars right here! Give it up for the fourth and fifth members of Team Thickness!
Cairo thrusts his arm toward the entrance ramp once again. "I'm a Bitch" by Meredith Brooks hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Who could this be? I haven't heard this song since Lilith Fair back in '97.
Anita Richards and Lana Amore appear at the entrance way, drawing a collective "WHO?!" from the crowd. Even Zach and Erin appear speechless at the announce table.
Zach Davis: Um, I don't... I don't know who these ladies are.
Erin holds her hand up to her ear, as if she's receiving word through her Bluetooth.
Erin Robbins: Zach, I do believe that these ladies are members of a tag team known as The Slickness, a feminist take on the popular Thickness team of Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore.
As The Slickness make their way onto the ramp and down towards the ring, they high five all the female fans while turning their noses to the guys. Once in the ring they taunt the crowd, as Cairo looks on with glee.
Bobby Cairo: Last time I saw these ladies I was smashing their collective poon on an episode of Wednesday Night.
Richards and Amore appear to be taken aback by Cairo's comments. They curse and spit at him, while the crowd boos this entire spectacle, clearly nonplussed by Cairo's selections for his team.
Crowd: BOO! BOO! HISS-HISS! BOO!
Bobby Cairo: You boo The Godfather? Is that how it's gonna be? I present you with the honor and distinction of unveiling my team for XIII here in your humble city and you boo me? Unthick. Most unthick.
Cairo suddenly gets a very serious look on his face. He turns toward his "teammates" and scowls at them.
Bobby Cairo: You know what else is unthick? You four pieces of trash. Now get the hell out of my ring before I show you what it's like to take that Poon Guinea Gang Bang.
The crowd cheers upon realizing that they've been had by The Godfather.
Zach Davis: Oh, thank goodness! Thank The Godfather, it was all just a ruse!
Erin Robbins: You're not kidding, Zach. Cairo is one of the best in the business, but even he wouldn't have been able to carry that team to victory against Pantheon.
Biohazard, Walker, Richards and Amore file out of the ring one by one. Amore mouths off at Cairo like she's gonna do something, but Cairo flinches at her and she tumbles through the ropes and hits the floor outside of the ring with a thud. Richards helps Amore to her feet, and the four discarded members of Team Thickness walk to the back.
Bobby Cairo: The checks are in the mail, ya damn jobber mofos. Now onto the real unveiling, the real announcement of Team Thickness! See, I might have been stabbed in the back, but I damn sure wasn't dropped on my head. I'm not waltzing into XIII with just any ol' team. No, no. Not a chance. I went out and I found myself a team of straight up killers. Straight up, stone cold killers. Pantheon and the entire WCF Universe wants to know who's going to represent Team Thickness at XIII, and without further adieu, I introduce to you the REAL Team Thickness! First up...
“With Oden On Our Side” Hit’s the PA system. The arena grows dark as the fans get to their feet to catch a glimpse of the stage. The fans stand and cheer an once the vocals starts, the arena lights flash back on and there stands Odin Balfore, centre stage. Odin stares down at the ring with a sinister grin as the fans sing along with the chorus.
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
Zach Davis: The All-Father! The All-Father is here! This is the first time we've seen him in nearly five months!
Erin Robbins: The All-Father is here and he's a member of Team Thickness! It's 2013 all over again!
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist... the battle is.. already won!
The fans pop insanely right after as Odin begins to walk down the ramp at a slow an methodical pace. Once he gets to the foot of the ring, he steps up on it and looks around the arena again before stepping over the ropes..
Crowd: Futile to resist! You know we have come! Futile to resist...
Odin cuts off the fans as he raises his hand in triumph. Odin turns back to the ring as the fans finish their part.
Crowd: The battle is.. already won!
Odin joins Cairo at center ring. The longtime friends and tag team partners shake hands as the fans roar their approval.
Crowd: THE THICK-NESS! THE THICK-NESS! THE THICK-NESS! THE THICK-NESS!
Bobby Cairo: That's right. The old band is back together, Mr. Fly. Mr. Black. Mr. Orbit. Mr. Purse... Mr. Price. The greatest and most dominant tag team in WCF history has joined forces once again for the express purpose of running that Poon Guinea Pain Train right up your bloodied and bruised Pantheon ass poons. The scary part is... we're just two-fifths of Team Thickness. So, uh, let's see...
Cairo strokes his beard and pretends like he's really thinking hard about what he's going to do next. He suddenly gestures toward the camera man, as if trying to flag him down.
Bobby Cairo: Hey, hey, you guys in the production truck. Do we have time? Do we have time to reveal the rest of the team or should we just go home?
Zach Davis: Is he serious? We wanna see the rest of the team!
Crowd: TELL US MORE! TELL US MORE! TELL US MORE!
Erin Robbins: Tell a s'more? What?
Cairo milks the gimmick, teasing the fans until finally he gives it up.
Bobby Cairo: Alright, I guess we got time. Ladies and gentlemen of the WCF Universe, I give you the third member of Team Thickness!
The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.
Zach Davis: Beckman! Natural ICE Beckman has joined Team Thickness! What a coup by Cairo and Balfore!
Erin Robbins: This man came within an eyelash of winning the Trios Cup just one week ago. You know he wants another crack at Pantheon!
ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He cleans his beard from the beer foam and joins Cairo and Balfore at center ring.
Bobby Cairo: Natty mothafuckin ICE with that Natty ICE belt, that United States Championship, puttin in work, waxin fools like your name was Bobby C or Odin B. Was there ever any doubt that I would reach out to you? Was there ever any doubt that I would offer you a spot on Team Thickness? How could there be? You're one of the thickest mofos to ever walk the walk and talk the talk in Dub See Eff history, and that's on the up and up, my man.
Cairo hands the mic to Beckman.
Natural ICE Beckman: Simply put, I like fighting and I wasn't about to stand on the sidelines for possibly the match of the year. It is with honor that I join this team and it is with the knowledge of being a part of the best to beat the best that I join this team with a smile on my face. I was within moments of walking out of the Trios Cup Tournament with my victory and to get another chance to beat Pantheon was too great of an opportunity to pass up. I know war isn't pretty, I know winning never comes easy in a WCF ring and that's exactly how I want it. For when it's a tough road the destination is all the more sweeter in the end.
Cairo and Beckman shake hands. Odin joins in as well, giving Natty ICE his props. They stand in a united front while waiting for the next team member to make their entrance.
Zach Davis: Who's it gonna be? Who's it gonna be!?
Erin Robbins: This is like waiting for the next entrant at WAR!
After a dramatic pause...
‘I Will Not Break’ by A Sound Of Thunder blasts out of the PA system and the fans go crazy as Stacy Jones struts out onto the stage followed by Tayla Williams. The two stop at the top of the ramp looking out to the crowd smiling before they begin to make their way down the ramp slapping the fans hands on the way.
Zach Davis: Wow! I didn't see this coming! Stacy Jones, the former and perhaps future People's Champion has joined Team Thickness!
Erin Robbins: I guess Stacy and Bobby buried the hatchet after their Twitter spat some months ago, Zach!
Zach Davis: Bobby swore he would never pick Stacy for his team, but perhaps it was all part of his mind games, Erin. Cairo did his damnedest to keep Pantheon guessing as to who he would choose for his team, that's for sure.
The two women reach the ring and roll under the bottom rope, Stacy then poses in the middle of the ring by raising her arms and making the devil’s horns with her left hand as ‘I Will Not Break’ fades out. Stacy embraces each member of Team Thickness one by one, showing her solidarity with her teammates. Cairo speaks directly to Stacy as he raises the mic to his lips.
Bobby Cairo: I'm not going to lie, Stacy. I had questions about whether you met the criteria to represent Team Thickness at XIII. I was skeptical at first, but you've erased any doubt that I once had with your performance inside of this ring each and every week. You might have a poon, but as far as I'm concerned it's the thickest poon I've ever seen. Welcome to the team.
Bobby hands Stacy the mic, as he knows that women like to talk about their thoughts and feelings.
Stacy Jones: When I was accepted onto this team, it showed me that these men believe in my wrestling ability, they believe I am capable of helping aiding this team to victory against one of the most dominant forces in the WCF, Pantheon. I know that most, if not all of my team mates here want to fight Pantheon because they are sick and tired of them taking over and running this place. I don’t feel the same way, matter of fact, I have a new found respect for the members of Pantheon and I am really looking forward to this match based on the simple fact that I am not only teaming with legends, but I am also facing legends. I know the five of us aren’t exactly the best of friends, and on paper, compared to Pantheon; we have hardly any tag team chemistry with one another. But I want Pantheon to understand something, we may not have the tag team chemistry that you have, but if you even think about underestimating us for one second, well then you can guarantee that it will be your downfall! I can assure you that Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore will have not made a mistake accepting my offer to team with them…
Cairo nods his head and accepts the mic from Stacy.
Bobby Cairo: Well said, Stacy. And so, we've reached that point, ladies and gentlemen of the WCF Universe. It's time to reveal the fifth and final member of Team Thickness.
Cairo flashes a smirk.
Bobby Cairo: I think that this next Superstar is really gonna blow your minds, ladies and gentlemen of the WCF Universe. I had to throw a curveball at cha, of course. You know how I roll. This next Superstar might not be the most popular individual in the WCF. You could say that this next Superstar is hated. You could say that this next Superstar is despised. You could say that this next Superstar is outright LOATHED by the masses. That's all well and good, because if there's one thing I know about this next Superstar it's that making friends takes a backseat to laying motherfuckers out and sending 'em home in an ambulance.
Zach Davis: Could he mean-
Erin Robbins: Yes! Yes! He's talking about-
Bobby Cairo: Ladies and gentlemen of the WCF Universe, I present to you the fifth and final member of Team Thickness... "The Second Coming Of Darwin Himself"... one half of the reigning WCF Tag Team Champions... DR. REMUS MICAYLE, PH.D!
The crowd boos heartily at the mention of The Scientist's name. The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as even more boos 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 and his WCF Tag Team Championship strapped around his waist. Wasting little time, he makes his way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate him. The spotlight follows, giving him a regal appearance in the modest darkness.
Zach Davis: Remus Micayle and ICE Beckman are teammates?!
Erin Robbins: Isn't it wonderful, Zach? My 'Dreamy Reemy' has joined the thickest team in WCF history!
Zach Davis: I can't wait to hear what Remus has to say about this... and I can't believe I'm interested in hearing Remus speak!
Erin Robbins: Shush, Zach! You're ruining the ambiance of the moment.
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, as Beckman and Jones back away from him, not exactly enamored by his presence. The raucous crowd continues booing as Micayle pointedly ignores them.
Zach Davis: It appears that there's already tension between Remus and at least two of his teammates.
Erin Robbins: Oh, knock it off, Zach. You're already trying to drive a wedge between Team Thickness. How pathetic!
Ignoring the heated taunts from the stands, Doctor Remus Micayle takes the microphone and raises it to his lips, his face expressionless as he starts to pace around the ring in small circles. After a brief moment of contemplation, he speaks.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I know the majority of you swill-lovers are greatly astonished at the sight of one as gifted as myself in the same ring as...
The words from his mouth falter off as he gestures carelessly at Stacy Jones and Natural ICE Beckman, both of whom are staring hatefully at him.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Many know me as a talented, intelligent, good-looking, elegant, charming, fashionable, quick-witted, affluent, sophisticated, trendy, artful...
He starts to ramble off a long list of descriptives as the jeers and catcalls from the crowd starts to grow even louder.
Doctor Remus Micayle: ... perceptive, heroic, exalted, dignified, amiable, compassionate...
An empty bottle of beer is thrown into the ring in protest at his self-promoting speech. The boos are deafening in volume.
Doctor Remus Micayle: ... creative, genial, amusing, genteel, mysterious, savvy...
Even more trash is getting thrown into the ring, but at the placating of the popular Bobby Cairo, they are kept to a minimum. Stacy Jones and ICE Beckman, on the other hand, are besides themselves at this horrendous display of narcissism.
Doctor Remus Micayle: ... magnanimous, big-hearted, and above all... HUMBLE WCF wrestler.
He pauses dramatically for the effect to set in.
Erin Robbins: Hear hear! You rock, Doctor!
Zach Davis: Oh my god! I thought that would never end! However can this team coexist properly to defeat the likes of Pantheon!? Bobby Cairo and Odin Balfore must be second-guessing themselves at this point in time!
Micayle extends a hand out to point at the WCFTron.
Doctor Remus Micayle: But alas! My blessing is also my curse. Due to my considerable accomplishments and highly-valued personal traits, I am someone who cannot stand by while injustice is at hand. As one-half of the WCF Tag Champions and a noble American, it remains my duty to ensure that everywhere I go, proper rules and decorum must be followed. This includes the professional wrestling business, and contrary to what some of you lemons may think... I do care about the very nature of this industry. Hence my appearance here tonight with Team Thickness.
The WCF Tag Team Championship around his waist glitters in the light as he moves his body ever so slightly.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Mister Bobby Cairo and Mister Odin Balfore made good and valid points when they approached me a while ago, and here is my justification as to why I have joined the battle at XIII.
His eyes scan across the multitude of fans holding up Pantheon signs in the crowd.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I've paid attention to this 'Pantheon Puzzle' ever since I started paying attention to the WCF landscape. Jonny Fly, Jeff Purse, Corey Black, Steve Orbit, and Jayson Price are all good and gifted pugilists in a competitive environment. They always seem to be at the very top of the food pyramid, and I daresay that aside from Mister Cairo and Balfore themselves... they appear to have a tight grip on the rest of the WCF locker room.
Doctor Remus Micayle: If Jonny Fly says he is number two at something, no one dares claim to be number one for fear of repercussion! When Steve Orbit's latest advertisements for his strip clubs appear on the official WCF website, no one dares to voice out against such messages of vice and sin! When Jayson Price wants to mix the worlds of alcoholism and wrestling, not a soul admonishes him for promoting booze to the vulnerable minds of the children in attendance! They are free to do what they like on international television, and that... I cannot allow. In short, this fear of Pantheon has effectively castrated the locker room, and it is an unhealthy state for the many young wrestlers in the WCF to grow and train in.
The Scientist puts his hand down.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Their presence at the top of the WCF is a hindrance to the careers of many in the back, and I cannot allow that to continue. For the future progress of humanity, it is a necessity for Pantheon to make way for the path setters of the future. For men who are destined for glory. For men of potential. Men like myself.
He glances at Bobby Cairo and passes him the microphone, as the crowd starts their booing once again. Balfore and Cairo stand between Beckman and Micayle to prevent them from brawling, though this does little to ease the tension between the two heated rivals.
Bobby Cairo: Gentlemen, gentlemen, GENTLE-MEN!
Cairo finally gains the attention of Beckman and Micayle.
Bobby Cairo: I'll tell you something right now: You two can squabble like a couple of little butthurt Pantheon bitches, but that would be a most unthick manner of proceeding. See, I know that both of you gentlemen are a couple of real Alpha Males. I know you don't care for each other. I know you wouldn't hesitate to rip each others throats out. I like that, I really do. I like all of that. Believe me, there's been times when me and the big man here-
Cairo slaps Odin on his broad Asgardian chest.
Bobby Cairo: There's been times when we've thrown down, especially in the heat of combat over the Motel 6 Bedroom Star Openweight Championship. Them mer-bitches like it rough. You can't show weakness around 'em. So, believe me when I say that I know where you guys are coming from. The thing is, me and Odin have never failed to coexist as teammates inside of this ring. And you're not gonna fail either. You know why? Because of that.
Cairo points to the WCFTron. A still image of Pantheon celebrating their Trios Cup victory at Asesinato De Mayo appears on the screen, split-screened with images of Steve Orbit and Jeff Purse wearing the WCF World Championship belt during their respective title reigns. The tension between ICE and Remus suddenly eases as their attention is drawn to the screen.
Bobby Cairo: That's right, fellas. You're looking at the bigger picture now. You're looking at the future of this company if we don't get on the same page and dish out Thickness-style justice at XIII. You guys want to bullshit? You want to argue amongst yourselves? You want to hem and paw and huff and puff? Don't waste my time then. Don't waste Odin's time. Don't waste Stacy's time. I chose this team because I know that the five of us have the fortitude, the talent and the outright audacity to march into Jonny Fly's mansion on June 13th and systematically dismantle Pantheon in front of the entire world.
ICE, Remus and Stacy look at each other, the breadth of the opportunity that they've been afforded finally sinking in.
Bobby Cairo: We might not be the best of friends but we're all decorated champions. And I think I speak for the majority of us when I say that we're decorated champions who are sick and tired of Pantheon running WCF like it's their own personal frat house. This is what The Thickness has always rebelled against and The Thickness ain't alone. Not anymore. It don't matter what our backgrounds are. It don't matter what our beliefs are. We don't have to be best friends. Fuck that. It don't matter because the five of us will unite for one night only to bring the mighty Pantheon to its knees!
Remus, ICE and Stacy collectively nod their heads, finally gaining a sense of cohesion between them. Odin stands tall, stands stoic, looking fierce, looking ready for battle.
Bobby Cairo: Now you're starting to get it, huh? Now you're starting to get the picture. This ain't about respect. This ain't about friendship. This ain't about the honor of competing against Pantheon. This is about sending a message to the Jeff Purses, the Jayson Prices, the Steve Orbits, the Corey Blacks and especially the smarmy, shit-grinning Jonny Flys! We ain't living in Pantheon's America no more! We're living in the Thickest America that there's been since George Washington himself kicked the King of England in his uppity ass and pushed his shit in!
With that, Cairo drops the microphone as The Thickness's theme song "Ready Or Not" by the Fugees hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: Wow. I have to admit I was skeptical about the pairing of Beckman and Micayle at first, but maybe, just maybe, Bobby Cairo can get those two on the same page. And if he can... we're going to witness a battle for the ages at XIII.
Erin Robbins: Is there any doubt, Zach? Micayle is too smart to allow petty differences to sabotage his team's chances against Pantheon.
Zach Davis: Either way, I can't wait to see how it all goes down. Bobby Cairo and Team Thickness have fired the first shot tonight, Erin. How will Pantheon respond?
Erin Robbins: Hopefully they've got something more up their sleeve than pudding and Hot Fries, Zach.
And with that, Slam fades to black.