The opening riff to The Stringless Violin blasts through the speakers of the arena as the capacity crowd in the Hershey Park Arena starts hollering and booing away.
Erin Robbins: Wooo, here comes our WCF Tag Team Champions, ready to address the crowd after their more-than-magnificent win at Blast!
Zach Davis: Ugh, the ever-obnoxious Doctor Remus Micayle and Nathan von Liebert. Not the most pleasant way to kickstart our night - and before any of the new faces who have joined the company could even make their way out to showcase their skills to boot!
The jeers start escalating as Team Science - Nathan von Liebert and Doctor Remus Micayle - appear on stage, smug smiles on their faces as they slowly make their way to the ring. Doctor Micayle is dressed impeccably in a tailored maroon suit, while Nathan is already in his ring attire. Both men have their respective WCF Tag Team Championship in hand.
Erin Robbins: Don’t be a hater Zach. You know as well as I do that Team Science have pretty much done the impossible, combining their prodigious skills as individuals into finely sharpened dual swords! They are firing on all cylinders, and I love it!
Zach Davis: Well, I can’t deny you that Erin. Despite their less than stellar personalities, I have to concur that those two men walking down that entrance ramp are quite possibly two of the most formidable wrestlers in the locker room right now.
Erin Robbins: That is most certainly right! Steve Orbit? Jayson Price? BAH! The Missing Red Hand and The Scientist are easily twice the men that they are, and those golden belts strapped around their waists prove just that!
Zach Davis: Sigh… talk about a die-hard fan.
The pair enter the ring and walk to the centre of the squared circle. Micayle signals casually for a live microphone, and a nearby stagehand quickly scrambles to pass two to the Scientist. The audience in Hershey are still booing away heartily, but it is evident that neither of the two men in the team are giving two hoots about the heckling.
Zach Davis: What troopers, I’ll give it to them. How on Earth do you piss off an entire stadium full of people without saying a single word?
Erin Robbins: The catcalls are only because they don’t understand the greatness of science! The Scientist and Nathan have done more for the federation than these dim-witted cows can ever comprehend!
Shaking his head in mild derision, Micayle throws one towards Nathan, who catches it deftly, before raising his microphone to his lips.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Good evening ladies and gentlemen.
HEAVY booing ensues.
Zach Davis: Woah! What a reaction we are getting from them! I never fail to get astounded at how hostile the fans are towards Micayle and von Liebert, and at just a simple sentence at that! I call it - these two champions are officially the most despised men in the entire locker room. You heard it here first!
Erin Robbins: Idiots. The whole lot of them. I said it before, and I will continue saying it until the whole world embraces the genius of my dear Doctor Remus.
Micayle continues. Evidently, he is not about to waste much time on engaging with such a hostile crowd. Off to the side, Nathan merely rolls his eyes at the reaction he seems to invoke at his every touch.
Doctor Remus Micayle: As you lot would have already known… Team Science has once again proven themselves to be the team of the century. Another pay-per-view down, and yet another team goes home. Defeated. Humiliated. Squashed.
Doctor Remus Micayle: At Blast last Sunday, Mervin Henry and Johnny Reb tried to do what Steve Orbit and Jayson Price tried to do just a week before. The reunited New Confederacy, having won a Number One Contenders Match some time prior, tried to take down Nathan von Liebert…
He signals towards his partner. Nathan von Liebert simpers sickeningly and does a mocking bow towards the fans. The Scientist lets out a small chuckle, before pointing back at himself.
Doctor Remus Micayle: … and Doctor Remus Micayle. Two fighters who not only are the shining stars of this professional wrestling industry, but also the very gentlemen who everyone, from the wrestlers in the back to the legends resting at home to even your family watching at home, respects and loves.
He puts down his hand.
Doctor Remus Micayle: But just like how Pantheon failed the week before, Mervin and Johnny failed. They failed to dethrone the WCF Tag Team Champions, who incidentally are leading the revitalisation of the tag team division. They failed to topple the kings from the crown, and in that process, have joined The Shadow Demons Pantheon as prisoners of science. Mere mortals who foolishly tried to step out from their comfort zone and as a result… got burnt. How did it occur again, my dear Nathan? Would you do the honours of telling these fans how it went again?
Nathan takes a step forward, before announcing out loud.
Nathan von Liebert: With pleasure, Remus. If I recalled it perfectly, after toying with Johnny and Doc for a little under twenty minutes, I decided that enough was enough. The lumberjacks were getting annoying, and so were The New Confederacy. With barely any effort, I decided to execute Doc Henry. One Straight Jacket Drop delivered, dropping him on top of his stupid head, just in time for Remus to go ONE…
Doctor Remus Micayle: TWO…
The pair pause ominously, before turning each other with similarly wicked grins on their faces.
Team Science: THREE…
Upon that proclamation, the crowd starts booing loudly once again, nothing but ANGERED by that arrogant display of triumph.
Zach Davis: ARGH! I hate it when they rub it in the face of their opponents. They think themselves as so good all the time, this bragging is driving myself and the fans absolutely insane!
Erin Robbins: HA HA, what you call arrogance, I call justice! They did emerge victorious in the process, and fully deserve bragging rights! If anyone has anything to say about it, they can try earning an actual win over these two!
The Scientist, still grinning, slowly paces the ring, walking from left to right. His tone starts to shift from jovial, almost ecstatic, to one of more seriousness. But the mood is still an unnaturally blithe one.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Heh. I said it a million times, but still, no one listens. No one, and I mean absolutely NO ONE is capable of toppling Nathan and myself if we wanted to win. Sure, there are wrestlers who are capable of incredible feats. Cleaning house is one thing, but wiping the floor with our opponents the way we do? Highly improbable. And to prove it? Let’s do the math.
He raises one hand up in the air.
Doctor Remus Micayle: When we became WCF Tag Team Champions almost two months ago, we had a few other yokes on our tail. Duos who wanted to unsettle the alpha males. Pairs who believed that they were somehow superior to us. Couples who tried to make a name out of themselves at our expense. And who are they? Let’s see.
He spreads his fingers widely. Thumb. Index. Middle. Ring. Pinkie.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Sequitus. First, that oaf Cormack MacNeill was decimated and shelved, courtesy of yours truly. Former WCF Internet Champion Caliban tried to go one-on-one with me as well, but ended up being dropped on his head with a Formula. Jordan Ciserano was stoned in the ring half of the time, and his win-loss record shows just that. And the most promising member of the lacklustre platoon Brent Alpine decided that he wanted to play ‘who-dun-it’ with a pig. This stable was doomed from the start, as I had said eons ago. Never in their lives did they have a chance to seize our titles away from us.
Micayle puts down his thumb finger. NvL raises his eyebrows in mock surprise, before speaking.
Nathan von Liebert: My my, it seems that no other team could have possibly been worse than Sequitus. But wait! We have the FORMER WCF Tag Team Champions, The Shadow Demons. The husband and wife combo were the ones whom we beat for the straps, and boy did we think they’ll try to get them back. But guess what? Denise decided that she wanted to role-play Edward Bagley with another man rather than work towards the gold once again. And instead of trying to force a rematch, Night Rider and her regressed into low card status, where they have stayed ever since. Good riddance, fools.
Down goes the index finger.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Sadly, Denise and Night Rider are not the only ones who lost focus of the main goal. FPV and Peter Quinn tried to make themselves a nuisance to us, and for a while, I dare say they did provoke us to wanting to destroy them. I will forever remember that kick Patrick gave to me, and it’s a true pity that I didn’t manage to get one back one him before he and Dan Brown left the company. It seems that that Seth Lerch saw that both of them are nothing but incompetent, untalented, heaps of cow dung and decided to fire them before they could cause any damage to the federation’s financial and long-term stability. To that, we wish you both the very best for your future endeavours. Please go away, because if either of you ever try to step into a WCF ring again, I’ll make sure to slice off that obtuse skull of yours and display it on the WCFTron.
He lowers his middle finger, before Nathan barks out a laugh.
Nathan von Liebert: Up next, is the lovely duo of Stacy Jones and Marina Valdivia. They too, said that they wanted a shot at the WCF Tag Team Championships and talked the talked on social media. But what happened? After a prolonged run of mediocrity, the two just split ways one fine day. Now, Stacy is on a supposed ’sabbatical’, while Marina claims that she wants nothing to do with the tag team division ever again. I applaud you for your bravery in quitting before you could square off against Team Science in the ring. At least you realise that wenches like you have no chance at ever beating us. That’s not a mindset most of the idiots backstage have. Wise choice ladies, wise choice. You just saved yourself a world of pain. And if you don’t believe me… ask Johnny Nova.
The Scientist lowers down his ring finger. Now, the only digit up is the pinkie finger. Micayle looks down at it for several seconds, before smiling and refocusing on the booing fans in the stands.
Doctor Remus Micayle: This last tag team, on the other hand, is one that might actually JUST prove to be a little bit of a challenge for us. Zombie McMorris and Diablo Calzone are opponents who actually have a little mettle in their corpulent bodies, and I would be lying if I said they would be as easy to shake off as Denise and Night Rider. But then again… at the end of the day, they are just another tag team trying to face off against two superior wrestlers. And we all know how that is going to end up. The only question is… with which move? The Straight Jacket Drop? Or The Formula? The Chin To Stump? Or The Doctor Bomb?
He shakes his head slowly, before walking back to the centre of the ring.
Doctor Remus Micayle: If you lot have managed to keep up with my little explanation, you would have understood that despite their huge claims, none of the tag teams who said they would defeat us have actually done so. Does this mean that we have already reached the peak of our tag team careers? Do we actually need to pull an Odin Balfore and Bobby Cairo before REAL opponents actually come knocking on our doors?
Doctor Remus Micayle: Now, don’t jump to conclusions and misunderstand me. We know that the REAL tag team contenders, Jonny Fly and Corey Black have yet to stake their claim at OUR championships. We understand that The Vapor Kings are hungry for tag team glory. We comprehend the fact that The New Confederacy, despite their recent chance at the titles, will still want a rematch in due time. And these are just three of the known tag teams who want a shot at the WCF Tag Team Championships. There will be more. And judging by the recent additions to the federation… we might just caught a glimpse at more candidates.
Beside him, Nathan is nodding solemnly. The Missing Red Hand raises his microphone in his one good hand, before addressing the crowd once again.
Nathan von Liebert: Sarah Twilight and Lilith have just returned to the company, courtesy of Seth Lerch, and we all know that those two have a penchant for gold, as all oestrogen-filled broads do. S-PAC, stable of Waylon, Seifer, Gable, and Chelsea are also no strangers to tag team championships, and in my opinion, they have been suspiciously silent around the tag team picture. We have Adam Young and another one of his tag teams ready to strike, eager to regain their status as WCF’s most hated. And we are not excluding any of the recent newcomers. Hyena, Mr. Amazing, Michael Easton, and more. Each and everyone of them could form a team one of these days and decide to make a charge towards us.
The Scientist nods in unison, before taking a step forward.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Indeed. There will additions to the WCF tag team division, and welcome ones at that. But the fact of the matter is that no matter who comes to us, whoever tries to challenge Team Science, there will only be one result - and the same result, mind you. Bastardised individuals like Alexander Richards - who incidentally tried to cost me MY championship last week - may try to topple our focus, but it will be to no avail. Be it Steve Orbit, Corey Black, Waylon Cash, Lilith, or any one of those fresh-faced individuals in the rookie locker room, it’ll end up the same result as it did last week at Blast.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Defeat.
A small chuckle bursting from his lips, Micayle lowers his microphone. But seconds later, he raises it up once again.
Doctor Remus Micayle: To you, my dear little Hardcore Champion, if you are listening to this from your trash can in the back, take note. You’ll pay. You’ll pay in ways beyond your imagination, and you will regret ever crossing me. You may think you have escaped my ‘purge’ a couple of weeks ago, but it was only because I did not bother to drop you on your daft neck that day. That inclination has changed, believe me. And you will find that out very soon.
Another heartless laugh follows, as he drops his microphone, with Nathan doing the same a couple of seconds later. Adagio’s “The Stringless Violin” starts playing as the two exit the ring. Without another word, Team Science makes their way up the ramp and backstage, as the fans swarm them with hateful boos. The camera then fades out to a commercial for the upcoming Ultimate Showdown PPV.
Hank Brown: Livewire… Mr. Pierce… excuse me… can I have a word.
The overpowering figure of Damien Pierce steps in between Hank and Grayson.
Damien Pierce: No autographs, son. My boy has a match to get ready for…
Gray pushes his father out of the way in a not-so-ceremoniously manner and shakes Hank’s hand.
Livewire: Of course you may have a word, Hank. What can I do for you today?
Hank looks at Damien who is staring daggers at him.
Hank Brown: Th… Thanks. I know we don’t have time, so I wanted to make this quick… is it the size of the nail, or the way you hammer it?
Grayson stares quizzically at Hank.
Hank Brown: Ok, sorry. Just real quick, before your music hits… do you have any thoughts you would like to share with the SCF Universe before stepping into the ring for your debut match.
Livewire: I’ve been working towards this moment for years now. I’ve never been more prepared for anything. Tonight I step into the ring with an ex-Marine, a Wolverine and a Hyena. Joe Six-pack may hate me after I embarrass their American hero, and PETA will be up my ass after I slay the two mighty beasts. But ladies will shriek at the sight of my baby blues and million dollar smile.
Tonight I will electrify the WCF in a way that they have never experienced. My opponents will be hit with Thunder in Paradise, and some High Voltage. After tonight the audience will be left in Shock and awe, and after they see the wreck and carnage that I leave in the ring they will realize that TESLA AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME! The Livewire is here to stay.
Hank Brown: Thank you, and good luck. Can the Livewire shock everyone with a victory, or will Maroda show everyone what true soldiers are made of? Perhaps Douglas will in fact burn down the arena tonight, or Hyena will eat his opponents alive. Either way I’m sure we’re in for one hell of a match tonight between these four newcomers all trying to make a name for themselves. I’m Hank Brown… back to you.
Zach Davis: Let's get this show rolling with one heck of a match!
The arena lights dim, and the 'Tron shows a dark, empty field in the midst of a rainstorm. "Become the Storm" begins to play, the gentle intro blending with the images and sounds of rain and thunder.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first...
Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, and Jay Omega is standing at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd.
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, he stands six feet, one inch tall, and weighs in at two hundred twenty six pounds... JAY OMEGA!
Erin Robbins: And here comes Jay Omega! What a showing he had at Blast.
Zach Davis: Indeed! He looked quite impressive picking up the win in his debut. And at a Pay Per View, no less.
Paying little to no attention to the mass of screaming fans, Omega makes his way down the ramp. Once at ringside, the Omega Man walks around the right side of the ring, and hops up onto the apron, then turns to face the crowd. He scans the crowd from right to left, then raises both arms above his head, index and pinky fingers extended. Jay makes a quarter turn to the right, and hops over the top rope, then climbs to the second turnbuckle of the left corner furthest from the entryway. He raises his right fist into the air and poses for a few moments, causing the arena to be lit up in a strobe effect, from a multitude of camera flashes, before leaping off the turnbuckle with a backflip. He poses in the center of the ring for a moment, with his right arm raised, index and pinky fingers extended, then moves to his designated corner.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. The vocals kick in and the pyro goes off and out comes Jayson Price dressed in jeans and a white muscle shirt.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Did the drunk forget that he had a match tonight?
Erin Robbins: I'm shocked every night he shows up at the right arena.
Price forgoes the usual act and slides into the ring before popping up to his feet and signalling for the referee to ring the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Right off the bat Price goes at Omega looking for a tie-up. Omega obliges and they wrestle for control before Price gets hold of an arm and twists it into a hammerlock. Omega tries to get himself free to no avail before rifling back an elbow. It connects and Price is forced to release the hold. Price tries to get Omega in an inverted headlock but Omega able to reverse it. Omega now behind Price and he gets him in a rear waistlock before driving him into the ropes and then rolling him up for a fast pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Kickout!
Price caught off guard but able to get out of the pin at one. Omega the first to his feet and he catches Price with a kick straight across the chest. Omega with a second kick across the chest as the crowd cheers him on. He plays it up before firing off a third kick aimed at the head. Price ducks it and Omega misses wildly before Price rolls him up from behind.
Zach Davis: Kickout!
It's Omega's turn to kickout at one as both men scramble to get to their feet first. Omega with kicks to the legs, trying to bring to his knees. Price falls to one and Omega hits the ropes before coming back with an Enzuigiri. It connects and Price falls to the mat but is able to roll out of the ring before Omega can go for a pin.
Erin Robbins: Smart move by Price to get out of the ring. He's in definite trouble at the moment as Omega is bringing the fight right to him.
Price trying to catch his breath by the apron and Omega sees his opening as he hits the ropes and charges across the ring before diving through the ropes suicide style and driving Price backfirst into the barricade. The fans are on their feet applauding Omega and he gives them a wave as he pulls Price up. Price with a right hand to the jaw but Omega responds with a right of his own that leaves Price using the barricade to stay upright. The referee's count is up to four as Omega grabs Price by the back of the head and lays into him with forearms to the face.
Referee: 6! Get it back in the ring Omega before I count you both out!
More forearm shots from Omega before he walks to the apron, rolls in under the bottom rope and then back out, breaking the referee's count. Omega trying to pull Price off the apron but Price fights back with a right hand. Now it's Price with a knee to the gut before he lifts Omega up and dumps him chest first onto the barricade with a flapjack.
Zach Davis: OH! That's one way to break a rib!
Price now grabbing Omega by the head before whipping him backward off the barricade and slamming him to the ground. Omega left holding his head and rolling in pain as Price rolls in under the ropes.
Price back up to his feet and he's waiting by the ropes, staring down Omega as the referee counts.
Omega trying to pull himself up using the apron.
Jayson Price: JUST STAY DOWN!
Omega upright and trying to shake the cobwebs out as Price hits the ropes and charges him. Price looking for a baseball slide but Omega sidesteps him and Price ends up on the ground beside him. Omega grabs him by the head and slams him facefirst into the apron. Omega now with a back elbow to the face before grabbing Price by the arm and whipping toward the ring post. Price slams into it shoulder first and bounces off before falling into the announce table.
Zach Davis: My Diet Coke!
Price grabs his shoulder and tries to keep himself up as Omega climbs up onto the apron. Price turns around in time to see Omega leap off the apron with a double axe handle and he catches him with a right hand to the gut. Price now slamming Omega headfirst off the top of the table before motioning for Zach and Shannan to get out of the way.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is he thinking?
The announcers scramble as Price grabs hold of Omega, backs him away from the table and then throws him over it and into the announcer's chairs. Price starts to go after him when he hears the referee scream out "9!" and he hurries to get back to the ring. He rolls in under the ropes and then back out as the referee gives him hell for staying out of the ring. Omega moving under the announce chairs as the fans start up an "O-ME-GA" chant, trying to get him back in the match.
Zach Davis: Can you hear this Hershey crowd? We're in Jayson Price territory yet they're going nuts for Omega!
Erin Robbins: Well when you stab someone in the back, especially a guy like Steve Orbit, you're bound to become hated by everyone.
Price yanks one of the chairs off of Omega and pulls him back up to his feet. Omega shoves his arms away and catches him in the jaw with an uppercut. Price is left staggering and Omega hits him with a short arm clothesline that leaves him laid out on the announce table. The referee is back up to a six count as Omega makes his way to the ring and rolls in under the ropes. Price is stirring on the announce table as the fans chant for him to stay down.
Price rolls off of the announce table and staggers toward the ring.
Price rolls in under the bottom rope and Omega drops a knee onto his back before rolling him over and hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: He's got the rope!
The referee catches sight of Price holding the bottom rope and stops the count. Omega not exactly thrilled but he nods his head and gets back up to his feet. Omega now pulling Price up to his feet and he throws him into the corner. Omega charges and connects with a Shining Wizard before planting Price with a bulldog off the second rope.
Zach Davis: Lockdown!
Omega again quick to hook the leg.
Erin Robbins: Kickout!
Fans are booing the hell out of the referee but Price did indeed get his shoulder up before the three count. Omega back up to his feet and he grabs Price by the head. He pulls him up and sets him up for the Ride The Lightning when Price from out of nowhere catches him with an elbow to the face. Omega grabs for his nose but Price pulls him in for the Pricebuster. Price tries to get him up but Omega blocks it with his legs. Omega with a knee to the gut and he follows it up with the pumphandle lungblower.
Zach Davis: RIDE THE LIGHTNING!
Omega hooks the leg.
"Become The Storm" hits the speakers as the crowd pops big time.
Erin Robbins: Omega pulled it off!
Zach Davis: What a win! Jay Omega just knocked off the guy who was a ten count away from beating the World Champion!
Omega even looks a bit surprised as the referee helps him to his feet and raises his arm in victory. Price rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp looking disgusted with himself as Omega climbs up the corner and raises his arms. We go to commercial as another "O-ME-GA" chant starts up.
We are treated to a view of the back parking lot -- the one reserved for WCF staff and talent -- bathed in the sanguine light of the westering sun. Shadows deepen as the camera skulks between parked cars. Another figure, small in stature, makes furtive movements; scampering from one pool of dark to the next, so far unobserved by anyone else. The sun's dying rays retreat beyond the horizon, leaving all cast in gloom. The tiniest hint of fog creeps slowly along the ground.
Zach Davis: Oh, not this again.
A car door, heard but unseen, opens, shuts; followed swiftly by another, and another, in the sort of quick succession you only get from multiple passengers debarking from the same vehicle. Our view -- guided by handheld camera -- moves closer to these sounds, then angles down toward the little fellow. We can see that he's wearing a Jimmy Carter mask.
Erin Robbins: Hold on, Zach. Could this be the same maniac that tried to run Oblivion down last week? I mean... he's so little, and that truck was so...big.
Zach Davis: Doesn't he look awfully familiar, though?
Erin Robbins: Yeah. He looks like Jimmy Carter. Duh!
Zach Davis: That's not what I -- nevermind.
Indeed, the action on the jumbotron is far more interesting than whatever erroneous interpretations Erin might come up with. The person holding the camera now crouches behind the wheel of the WCF production truck, alongside the Mini-Carter. For the first time, we hear a voice, though muffled and low.
Voice: Remember, I'll distract 'em.. you do the rest. If things go sideways, haul ass.
The small figure nods. A group comes into view, then, sending a chill down our collective spine as we watch. Oblivion, surrounded this time by a protective phalanx of the Vixen and the Gathering. They stride with military precision toward the arena doors, supremely confident in their numbers and formation.
A Roman candle is produced from somewhere on the cameraman's person. Lighting it, he steps from concealment, gives a shout, and sends flaming balls of color arcing just over the heads of the Monster's crew.
Erin Robbins: What the hell? Fireworks? Should've brought a rocket launcher. Finish what you started last week!
Zach Davis: They can't hear you, Erin.
Erin Robbins: I don't care! Oblivion gives me the willies.
Zach Davis: Seems to me you'd like that sort of thing.
Meanwhile... the confusion is brief, but perhaps enough to take advantage of. The small man in the mask dashes toward the Gathering, deceptively nimble on short legs, and makes a grab for Mini-Oblivion. Mini-Obi turns, gazes at the other for exactly one second, and then pepper-sprays his assailant right in the face!
Cursing, he rips the mask off and turns away, trying to rub at his eyes and run at the same time. About half the group breaks off to give chase. The other half is moving inexorably toward the bearer of the camera.
The Roman candle, not quite spent, is thrown in the general direction of the advancing party. The camera hits the ground next, showing a kaliedoscope of images in shades of anti-color. We glimpse, for just a second, a tall and fit figure -- also wearing a Jimmy Carter mask -- as he sprints wildly to the dubious safety of the arena.
Erin Robbins: Well, that was... anticlimactic. Kind of like a night with my broadcast partner here.
Zach Davis: I'm not going to dignify that, Erin. But I do get the feeling we haven't seen the last of... Jimmy Carter, or whoever that was.
Slam cuts back to ringside and there's a unique setup that's going on. There's a red carpet going down the ramp and a purple mat inside of the ring. Marina Valdivia's manager/publicist Allison Mayberry is standing alone in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to ringside fans and this is definitely something interesting. It seems like we're about to hear from Marina Valdivia in just a little bit.
Erin Robbins: Great... she's so insufferable....
Zach Davis: Insufferable? Why? Because she's been rolling lately? Because she has a chance to go for any non-world title she wants?
Erin Robbins: Because she thinks she's so special! That's why.
Zach Davis: You are entitled to your opinion but anyway; let's see what Allison has to say.
The fans are giving Allison a pretty good ovation before she speaks.
Allison: I want to start off by saying this. As much fun as it is to be travelling the world and seeing so many different countries, it's great to be back in the USA!
The fans cheer this!
Allison: Anyway, I'm out here tonight because it is my utmost honor to briefly discuss and introduce someone who has really been making a name for herself as of late, that being my client, my best friend, Marina Valdivia!
The fans cheer even louder!
Allison: And I know that you fans can't get enough of her and I don't blame any of you one bit. Let me tell you a few things about her. As great as she's been lately, her fellow WCF wrestlers and you fans here are still just getting to know her a little bit better and I understand that because for a while, Marina was part of the tag team division and she had a good time with it, don't get me wrong. But, she knew that if she got the opportunity, she could prove herself as MORE than being just a tag team wrestler and boy has she been doing that lately, hasn't she?
Erin Robbins: Yeah.... rub it in, why don't you?
Allison: That, by the way, is exactly what happened last week at Blast when she won the Wildcard contender's match to get any non-world title shot she wants this month before Ultimate Showdown. We'll talk about that in a bit, but anyway, Marina Valdivia is someone who stands out. She doesn't need to be "crazy", she doesn't need to be "dark", and she doesn't need to be controlled by a piece of shit like Scott Savage. She doesn't need to run around pretending to have multiple personality disorder unlike a certain SHRINKING VIOLET that used to infest the WCF locker room with her stupidity at the start of this year.... if you catch my drift.... she doesn't need to be the next "this", or the next "that". The only person she needs to be is herself and it's taken her places over the years and having worked with her for a long time, I can tell you it's been one hell of a ride.
She pauses as the crowd cheers some more.
Allison: And hell, don't get me wrong. Stacy Jones is a great wrestler and it's a shame that she's gone from this company. But, prior to Blast, the question I got from some wrestling media and even from a few fans was: "Allison, how come Marina isn't on her own? How come she's getting all these big wins lately, yet she's still in the tag team division?" Well, tonight marks a new beginning for Marina's career. Marina is on her own now and she's going to start flying high and she's going to continue to prove why she was born to be a star! Hell, in my honest opinion, I think she's even starting to show that she has the tools to be a SUPERSTAR! But you know what, don't take it from me, take it from the woman herself. Ladies and gentlemen, here she is, the "Diamond Starlet", Marina Valdivia!
"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado hits and the fans go nuts when Marina appears on the stage. Marina looks at the set up and she doesn't know what to make of it. Nonetheless, she gets down to the ring and picks up a microphone as she walks up the steps. She stands right next to Allison and before she even gets to speak, the fans are being even louder.
Zach Davis: It appears these fans are really falling in love with Marina Valdivia.
Erin Robbins: What a bunch of sheep.
Marina Valdivia: Allison, look. You know I appreciate the kind words and all, always. However, what's with the set up?
Allison: I just felt it was fitting for you considering you've been such a superstar lately!
Marina Valdivia: Well, thanks... it's just that I never expected any of this, you know?
Allison: I know Marina, and I realize that this is still a lot to take in. But you DESERVE this, trust me. After all, last week, at Blast... enough said right?
Marina Valdivia: Oh believe me, June was an AWESOME month for me culminating in winning that "wildcard" title shot last week in that triple threat and I know that brighter things are ahead.
Allison: Exactly! So, what I want to know, and what these fans want to know, is which championship is it going to be Marina? I know that it's a hard decision, but it's an important one. This isn't only for a championship, it's also for a spot in the Ultimate Showdown match too! So much is on the line for you girl, but I know you have what it takes! You COULD challenge Chelsea for the People's championship, I mean, you ARE becoming quite popular with the people....
The fans explode with a solid cheer.
Marina Valdivia: True, I don't doubt that one bit. I do remember Scott Savage once calling her the best women's wrestler on the planet three months ago and I would love nothing more than to silence him and prove that idiot wrong!
Allison: Oh no doubt, but hey girl, if you feel like getting a little hardcore, you could go after the NEW Hardcore Champion Alex Richards.
Marina Valdivia: Hey, that wouldn't be a bad idea. I can easily adapt to the hardcore environment, if need be. You and I both know how capable I am of surviving and even thriving in an environment like that.
Allison: How about Arabella Montgomery and the Internet Championship? Seriously girl, that would be fun! You can let ME handle all the social media stuff! I'm a publicist, remember? I work with media 24/7! Don't get me wrong, Arabella absolutely DESTROYED Caliban in the social media department, but she doesn't have anything on me. You know it!
Marina Valdivia: It would certainly be a unique way to go about things, yes. (laughs) I know more than anyone how you can really trash someone and destroy their reputation.
Allison: Then again Marina, you STILL have unfinished business with John Gable and the TV.... oh wait, I'M SORRY, the "Cinema" championship. God, what a fucking idiot! Anyway, you have never gotten a one on one shot at the TV title and your one chance to get your revenge on Gable, was a tag team match where he got to hide behind Terry Roberts.
Marina Valdivia: Oh no worries, I remember that. It's definitely a possibility, but keep in mind that he might lose that championship before I get my chance on him.
Allison: True, I wouldn't put it past him to lose on purpose just so he can avoid facing you because that's how much of a coward he is, almost as much of a coward as the US Champion Natural ICE Beckman has become as of late. Then again, wasn't he always a coward, hiding behind his stupid comics? I don't doubt that if you chose to challenge him, you'd expose him.
Marina Valdivia: He might be what he is, but he's no slouch in the ring. There is definitely some incentive as well. After all, he's probably going to be considered an Ultimate Showdown dark horse and taking him out before he even gets in would be HUGE! Also, I've never held a United States championship before in my seven-year career. This is going to be a tough choice.
Allison: It is. So, do you fans want to know which championship it's going to be, right here, right now?
The fans explode with a really loud cheer.
Zach Davis: A resounding YES from the fans!
Allison: Marina, the people have spoken. You've had a week to think about it and you know that I will be behind you and respect your decision no matter what it is. So, which championship are we going to be aiming for, and when's it going to be?
Marina retains her composure, as she's about to deliver her answer.
Marina Valdivia: Got to love the spotlight, right? (laughs) Anyway, after careful consideration and weighing all of my options, I did in fact, come to a decision on which championship I'm going to be aiming for. But, I am so excited to announce that I am going to be challenging for....
All of a sudden interrupting the announcement, “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Hershey Park Arena starts playing and the crowd’s cheers turn to boos due to the suspense and the announcers wonder who it is.
Zach Davis: Wait … is that? No, it couldn’t be.
As the music continues, the boos continue and only escalate as through the curtains, Eric Price steps through with a huge smile on his face, wearing a pressed black suit with a navy blue shirt and navy blue tie, black vest on, sunglasses on as the crowd continues to shower him with boos.
Erin Robbins: But it is! THANK GOD! He’s going to save this sickening love fest!
Zach Davis: We haven’t seen Eric Price on WCF television for months now and all of a sudden he’s here tonight but for what reason? Why is interrupting Marina Valdivia’s moment, this is her moment.
Erin Robbins: Who cares about Marina Valdivia! We have greatness in Mr. Eric Price walking down to the ring and you actually care about Marina Valdivia in the ring … what’s the matter with you? You should be greeting Mr. Price with respect!
Eric Price walks down to the ring smiling at the crowd as they continue to pelt him with boos. He walks around the ring applauding at Marina as he walks over to ask for a microphone from the ring announcer. He is handed one as he goes to step in to the ring, still a smile ear to ear as he waves toward the announcers, the ring crew, and the audience. He steps into the ring completely ignoring Marina and Allison as he goes up on a corner of the ring asking for the audience to applaud him only for them to continue booing him. Marina and Allison look at him rather confused as to why he is there. Allison looks particularly annoyed at his interruption as Eric steps down from the ring corner and the music continues to play as Eric steps in the center of the ring basking in the reaction of the audience, still smiling as sparklers go off in the background due to his presence.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous, he’s overshadowing Marina Valdivia when he hasn’t been around for months.
Erin Robbins: So … Mr. Price can do whatever he wants? If anything, he’s enhancing this moment.
Zach Davis: And you’re already back to kissing his ass. I keep telling you, he’s not going to give you any money.
Erin Robbins: Damn it, you don’t know that!
The music starts dying down as the gold sparklers stop going off in the background as the crowd continues to boo him and he continues to beam a smile toward them as he removes his sunglasses and places them in his coat pocket as he immediately faces both Allison and Marina who are still wondering why he’s there. Before he even gets a chance to speak … Allison quickly interrupts him …
Allison Mayberry: Can I help you? Why are you interrupting this celebration, this announcement?
Eric continues to smile at both of them as he begins to speak
Eric Price: Why am I here? Why is the great and legendary Eric Price back here after a few months of not being in a WCF ring? The explanation is very simple Ms. Mayberry, I am here to say that this fine example of a competitor right here in Ms. Marina Valdivia is doing a great job working her way up in the Wrestling Championship Federation, folks isn’t she? Let’s give her a hand!
The crowd starts cheering although there are some boos mixed in due to the mistrust they have of Eric Price and his intent here.
Eric Price: Yes folks, honestly Marina Valdivia has been making quite a name for herself. She was a great tag team competitor and now has earned herself a title shot, a singles title shot for any title barring the World Title that she wants; that’s an accomplishment in and of itself. So why … why am I here? Contrary to what these … FINE people may think, I’m actually here to lend my support to you!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!
Eric Price: That’s right, as odd as it may seem, I am here simply to support you and to say that you truly have become a fine competitor in the last few months you’ve been here in the WCF. You’ve worked very hard to establish yourself, you have victories over 3 former World Champions, you made an entire sweep last month right up to Blast last week earning yourself a title shot. That’s quite an accomplishment and I for one am proud of what you’ve done here in this company because not only have you done all this quickly but you’ve overcome stereotypes and adversity in what truly is a male dominated industry. And now you’re on your way up and well … I’m sorry for interrupting you, please, go ahead and announce for what championship you will be choosing to compete. Go ahead.
Erin Robbins: What a magnanimous gesture by Eric Price to offer his support to Marina Valdivia here. He really has an eye for talent.
Zach Davis: I … I’m not so sure about this but let’s see where this goes. I … I’d like to think he means what he says.
Marina and Allison both look at Eric with a bit of suspicion but consider his words and seemingly accept them as truth at least at the moment as no insincerity has been shown. Eric Price stands next to Marina with a huge smile on his face applauding her as Marina prepares to continue the announcement of which championship she is considering.
Marina Valdivia: Well … thank you Eric I suppose. As I was saying, I did win a title shot at Blast where I could choose any title apart from the World Title to challenge for and upon much consideration and a lot of thought, I’ve made my decision.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Erin Robbins: Oh quit milking this!
Marina Valdivia: The champion I will be challenging … is …
Before Marina can utter the words noting with champion she will be challenging, Eric takes the microphone he has in his hand and out of nowhere, hits Marina with it in the back of her head as his smile quickly turns to a frown as he looks at her with disgust. Allison is in utter shock as the crowd immediately starts booing loudly at his actions against Marina!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?! What is this?!
Erin Robbins: I …
Eric then immediately smirks as he fixes his sportcoat and tie as he smirks at Allison and the audience as Marina is laid out in the ring after being hit in the back of the head, the crowd booing loudly now as Eric begins to step out of the ring with a smirk on his face as he heads toward the back.
Zach Davis: I … what the hell is the meaning of this? Why? Why did he attack Marina Valdivia?
Erin Robbins: Whatever the reason, I’m sure he had a good one, he’s an honest man!
Zach Davis: That’s ridiculous. He just sold a pack of lies and then attacked Marina Valdivia from behind for what reason? Because he’s a sick, sick human being!
Allison goes to check on Marina as Marina starts stirring and looking up in pain toward Eric Price who is almost gone from view as he continues to smirk at what he did and the crowd starts to chant “Asshole” at him.
Zach Davis: This is heinous and we are owed an explanation for this!
As Eric walks toward the backstage area, interviewer Hank Brown quickly tries to approach Eric Price as he is walking toward his limousine backstage. Eric and Hank continue walking as Hank tries to ask him a question.
Hank Brown: Eric … Eric Price … why? Why did you attack Marina Valdivia?
Eric turns around and looks at Hank and simply smirks at him and says “Hmph!” as he steps into his limousine and heads out of the arena as Marina looks on from the ring in pain yet anger in her eyes clear.
Zach Davis: I … I don’t know what to make of this but we damn sure need some answers. This was uncalled for!
Anthony Douglas comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd and doesn't care for their reaction. He is stoic and emotionless.
He walks to the ring with little effort. He slides in from the bottom, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the walkway from one of the far corners for his opponent to show up. He never takes his eyes off his opponent.
The irregular rhythmic drumming of Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" blares in time with strobe flashing from the tron. As the the guitar and vocals kick in Hyena stalks onto the ramp, glaring at everything and nothing.
He purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring, He rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer!"
Anthem of the Lonely by Nine Lashes hits. Standard entrance to the ring for Maroda where he slides in and leaps ala Shelton Benjamin style to the top rope where he beats his chest and hypes the crowd.
"Hell Yea" by Rev Theory plays as the lights shut out. A spotlight shines on the Entrance ramp and a shadow can be seen running towards it, growing larger and larger until the words hit on the music... "GIMME A HELL... GIMME A YEA!!" and Gay Pierce bursts through the curtains with and stops and accepts the cheers of the crowd.
He works his way down the entrance ramp and slaps the hands of the adoring fans. When he gets to the ring he leaps onto the apron and wipes his feet before climbing through the top and middle ropes. He runs to one side, jumps on the bottom rope and leans forward making the rock star devil horns and sticking his tongue out at the crowd. The crowd cheers and women scream. He smiles his million dollar smile and he retreats to the corner waiting for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Pierce takes Douglas down with a Short Arm Clothesline, sending him flying out of the ring. Hyena and Maroda begin brawling, with Hyena getting the upper hand. Hyene throws him to the ropes and then runs at him.
Erin Robbins: SPEAR!
Maroda rolls out. This leaves Hyena and Livewire in the ring. These two now begin brawling. Hyene gets the upper hand and throws Livewire to the ropes; as Livewire comes back Hyene drops him with a Sidewalk Slam into a pin!
No!, Livewire kicks out. Douglas enters the match again and grabs Hyena from behind and drops him with a Russian Legsweep.
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas in control now. What a classy name.
Douglas begins stomping away at both Livewire and Hyena. Douglas lifts Hyena up and throws him out of the ring. He then pulls Livewire in and executes a Snap DDT!
Erin Robbins: Livewire's head, driven into the mat!
Douglas goes for a pin.
No!, Livewire kicks out!
Zach Davis: Close!
Douglas lifts Livewire up and throws him to the corner. He then lifts him up and begins climbing up with him.
Erin Robbins: He's going for a Superplex here!
Mid-move, however, Hyena is back. He positions himself behind Douglas...
Zach Davis: TOWER OF DOOM!
Douglas Superplexes Livewire as Hyena Powerbombs Douglas!
Crowd: Holy shit!
Hyena drops and pins Douglas.
NO! Another kickout!
Erin Robbins: Lots of nearfalls! These rookies want to win this match!
Zach Davis: They may only be rookies to WCF, Erin - not to wrestling. Remember that.
Gerik re-enters the ring. He grabs Hyena from behind and executes a huge German Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Damn!
No!, Hyena lands on his feet! Gerik turns around....
Zach Davis: SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Gerik goes down. Livewire is up and runs at Hyena and Clotheslines him out of the ring!, sending both men spilling to the outside!
Erin Robbins: It's just Gerik and Douglas in there now.
Anthony Douglas measures Gerik. He throws him into the ropes, and as Gerik comes back....
Zach Davis: HIGH HEAT! HE HITS IT!
Gerik hits the mat. Douglas goes for the pin!
NO!, Livewire is back and breaks it up! Livewire throws Douglas out of the ring before waiting as Gerik climbs to his feet.
Erin Robbins: HIGH VOLTAGE! HE HITS THE 540 TORNADO KICK!
Livewire drops and pins him.
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS! LIVEWIRE WINS!
The bell sounds as Livewire's music plays.
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne plays over the PA. Pink strobelights flash and pink lasers swirl over the crowd until they eventually converge into one giant spotlight over the entranceway. Soon after, the crowd explodes when "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears on the ramp.
Zach Davis: The World Champ is here!
Erin Robbins: I'm sure he's disappointed about the outcome of Blast.
Zach Davis: He's still the World Champion, so things can't be too bad.
Orbit struts towards the ring with the World title over his shoulder. He enters the ring and grabs a mic. "OR-BIT" chants throughout the arena, but Orbit is not smiling. He's not playing to the crowd, but he gives them a nod, and politely waits for them to die down before speaking.
Steve Orbit: I went into Blast to teach my Pantheon brother, Jayson Price, a lesson. As far as I'm concerned, we got unfinished business and we are still at odds. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm out here to tell you that I'm finishing it... TONIGHT.
The crowd explodes. Orbit yells over the crowd.
Steve Orbit: PRICE! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE AND LET'S FINISH THIS RIGHT NOW!
Orbit waits, eying the entranceway.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit, calling out Jayson Price! The crowd is eating it up!
Erin Robbins: Who cares.
Suddenly, "Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits. Orbit raises an eyebrow as Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jeff Purse head to the ring. All three men looking concerned. They enter the ring and Orbit cautiously shakes hands with each member. Corey Black takes a mic from a ringhand.
Corey Black: Steve... Mack. This is getting out of hand.
Steve Orbit: What? Corey, don't tell me you're siding with Price on this.
Corey Black: It's not about taking sides. It's about Pantheon unity. It's about Pantheon setting the example for the rest of the roster and for the entire wrestling world--
Steve Orbit: HE SUPERKICKED ME! He hit me with a cheap shot! What kind of example is that?
Orbit is clearly upset. Corey remains calm.
Corey Black: Steve, I'm not saying what he did was right. It wasn't. But this is something we need to handle internally. This is not the way to deal with this, bro.
Orbit paces the ring, shaking his head. He looks out towards the crowd, refusing to look at his Pantheon brothers.
Corey Black: We're better than this. You know we're better than this. And here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna get Price out here and you guys are gonna settle this-- man to man.
The crowd pops. Orbit starts to get fired up.
Corey Black: I'm not talking about a fight! We're gonna be civilized adults about this, and we're gonna put this entire thing behind us. Price, get out here.
Corey looks towards the entranceway. After a few moments, "The Final Countdown" hits and Jayson Price heads to the ring to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He cautiously enters the ring, shaking hands with everybody except for Orbit. He takes up a mic.
Corey Black: Price, I know how much you wanted to win the World title. I think that determination may have clouded your judgement a little bit. You're human. We all make mistakes. Right?
Orbit finally turns to look Price in the face, perhaps judging his reaction. Price puts the mic to his lips.
Jayson Price: Steve, I... I don't really know what to say.
Corey Black: Blast is done. It happened, it's over with. It's time to move on-- TOGETHER.
Price puts his hand out in Orbit's direction. Orbit looks at it, but shakes his head "no". The rest of the Pantheon guys encourage Orbit to shake the hand.
Corey Black: Come on, Steve. You know the right thing to do here. We can all work this out as a group, but it has to start here. With this handshake.
Orbit stalls for a few more moments, looking to the crowd who are still giving a mixed reaction. Finally... Orbit grips the hand. Pop from the crowd, but it's still mixed with some boos from fans who don't know what to make of this.
Corey Black: We're done here.
"Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits and all five men stand in the ring, united.
Zach Davis: Looks like Price and Orbit are back on the same page.
Erin Robbins: ... For now. Pantheon's problem has always been too many egos. I'm not buying this at all.
Cut to commercial.
The orchestral version of “He’s a Pirate” by Klaus Badelt plays as Bellows appears on the stage riding a wheeled platform resembling the ship’s helm. He rolls down the ramp until he reaches the bottom, when he drops anchor and steps off. He saunters up the steps and then doffs his hat to the crowd before slipping through the ropes. Once inside the ring he climbs his corner turnbuckle and produces a spyglass which he surveys the arena with. Then he jumps down and removes his entrance attire to give over to a waiting stagehand.
Zach Davis: I love him already.
Erin Robbins: I think he’s a fool. How long has a pirate gimmick ever lasted? Let me tell you, we have…
“We Made It Freestyle” by Drake plays through out the arena as Mr. Amazing steps out from behind the curtain. Cam walks slow and looks at everyone in the arena, checks his watch and poses. He stares at the ring and walks slowly to it, and throws his hat on the floor.
Zach Davis: Another newcomer here. This should be an interesting match.
Erin Robbins: I’ll try not to fall asleep.
"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadiums sound system. Michael Easton steps out from behind the curtain and quickly walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes set on the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in from Albany, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...MICHAEL EASTON!
The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge there comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.
Zach Davis: Three newcomers in one match?
Erin Robbins: Yup…
Zach Davis: I’m excited!
Erin Robbins: I’m hungry…think the Kraft people are still here? I’m going to go get a snack.
Zach Davis: Sit down Erin. Do you job.
The three competitors all stand in a circle in the ring as the referee calls for the bell. The three fighters instantly go at it. Bellows approaches Mr. Amazing, who catches his legs and attempts to lock him in to a liontamer. Bellows escapes and kicks Mr. Amazing away. Michael Easton grabs Mr. Amazing around the back and hits him with a back drop suplex. Bellows stands up and grabs Michael Easton’s arm, flipping him over his side and to the mat. Bellows stomps on Michael Easton’s chest as Mr. Amazing stands and hits Bellows with a dropkick. He flies against the ropes and bounds off…
Zach Davis: What a takedown!
Michael Easton gets to his knees and hits Bellows around the midsection with a tackle, knocking him over and to the mat. He attempts to cover him for the pin.
But Mr. Amazing is already on top of them, stomping Easton in the back and knocking him away from Bellows. Mr. Amazing attempts to cover Bellows.
But Michael Easton leaps over and hits Mr. Amazing with a hard double forearm smash, knocking him off of Bellows. Bellows crawls away from the two as they begin Amazing and Easton lock up with each other. Bellows runs at the two and hits them both with a flying shoulder block, knocking them both in to the ropes. Bellows backs up and hits Mr. Amazing with a big boot, knocking him over the top rope and to the mat outside.
Zach Davis: Devastating blow from Bellows! Will Mr. Amazing recover?
Erin Robbins: Hold on…I’m Candy Crushing right now…
Easton and Bellows begins to brawl in the ring, trading right hands with each other. Mr. Amazing begins to get to his feet outside the ring, using the apron to pull himself to his feet. Easton gains the upper hand over Bellows in the ring, hitting him with a snap suplex. Easton gets to his feet, but Mr. Amazing is standing on the ring apron now. Amazing springboards over the top rope and hits a flying clothesline on Easton, knocking him over. Amazing covers Easton.
Easton’s shoulder flies off the mat, breaking up the pin. Amazing and Bellows are both on their feet now as Easton retreats to the edge of the ring, using the ropes to pull himself up. Bellows wraps up Amazing, who reverses and ends up behind Bellows. Amazing goes for a dropkick, but Bellows turns just in time and pushes Amazing out of the way. He plants a stomp on Amazing’s back as Easton climbs to his feet. Easton closes the distance between him and Bellows and hits Bellows with a hard right hand. The two begin trading punches back and forth as Amazing climbs to his feet. The three then begin to trade punches with each other. Easton hits Amazing with a gut kick, toppling him over backwards. Bellows and Easton go back to knocking each other around, but Bellows gets the upper hand and wraps Easton in a headlock.
Zach Davis: Bellows with a headlock. Easton needs to get himself out of this.
Bellows drops to one knee, getting the leverage over Easton. Easton struggles to get out of the headlock, but Bellows does not let up.
Zach Davis: Oh no! Amazing out of nowhere with a dropkick!
Bellows hits the mat as Amazing’s feet connect with his face. Easton also hits the mat and begins massaging his throat. Amazing goes to the turnbuckle and hops on to the top rung as the crowd begins to cheer. Easton begins to climb to his feet as Amazing leaps off the turnbuckle and attempts a crossbody splash…but Easton clotheslines him and Amazing hits the mat in a heap. Easton goes for the cover.
Amazing lifts his shoulder off the mat, breaking up the pin. Easton’s hand hits the mat in frustration as he lifts Mr. Amazing to his feet. All three competitors are now standing in the ring. Bellows runs at Easton but Easton sidesteps him and throws him out of the ring. Amazing runs at him next and Easton lifts him into the Burning Hammer position.
Erin Robbins: CAT'S CRADLE!
EASTON HITS IT! Easton drops down and pins Amazing, hooking the leg.
Zach Davis: Michael Easton wins it!
Easton's music hits as he gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: This is the dawning of a new age in WCF, Zach. Opportunity is everywhere. Easton just took his first step towards greatness.
Erin Robbins: And welcome back from commercial. Next up, we have a --
Right on cue, the Jumbotron kicks up a live video feed from the back halls of the Hershey Park Arena. Oblivion, this time unaccompanied, is systematically barging into the locker rooms, giving each one a quick visual scan. A few of the company's finest -- 50 Pence, Roger the Shrubber, and Hardcore McMurderkill among them -- are crouched in one corner, throwing dice. They stand at Oblivion's rather inconsiderate entrance, take one fearful look at IT, and scatter in different directions.
IT ignores them and presses on. Another door bangs open with enough force to bypass the backstop entirely, smashing several tiles where it hits. IT is about to move on when something catches ITS eye. The Monster enters the room, making a beeline for a well-worn black duffel tossed carelessly on the floor. Oblivion lifts the bag and upends it, dumping clothes, shoes, deoderant, and other personal items onto the floor. Among the obects is something large and flesh-colored. Oblivion picks up... a Jimmy Carter mask, formerly obscured by a brand-new New Confederacy t-shirt.
If we could see the look on the Monster's face, it would be one of dawning comprehension, followed by a dark glower of the sort that would make General Patton piss himself. A low, bestial growl sounds in ITS throat.
Zach Davis: Well, that explains one thing, at least.
At that precise moment, Johnny Reb comes into view, nonchalantly toweling off his face after having shorn the day's stubble. Catching sight of Oblivion, guilty evidence in hand and standing mere feet away, Reb's eyes widen in surprise.
Johnny Reb: I can exp --
With the speed of a striking viper, Oblivion's hand shoots out and wraps around Reb's throat. The Inveterate One is hoisted off the ground, clawing at the Monster's wrist with both hands. Oblivion's gaze bores into Johnny's eyes. Johnny ceases struggling and stares back, fearful but defiant.
Erin Robbins: So, it's Johnny Reb who has been harassing the Monster, Oblivion these last few weeks! Looks like he bit off more than he can chew, Zach!
Zach Davis: Yeah, Oblivion's going to kill him. We should probably get security back there. Like... now?
Erin Robbins: I'm getting word from Seth.. He says, and I quote, "You reap what you sow."
Zach Davis: Oh, that's nice.
Erin Robbins: Boss has a point. The Inveterate Confederate did bring this on himself.
Oblivion and Johnny glare at one another for a long, expectant moment. And then, the Monster plants Reb right on the hard, tile-on-concrete floor. Oblivion stands there for a minute, looking down. Reb doesn't move. With a sniff of disdain, the Monster turns on ITS heel and walks away.
Erin Robbins: And... I think we better cut to another commercial! The medics, I'm told, are on their way. Ladies and gentlemen, we aren't sure what we just saw or how it's going to effect tonight's three-way challenge for the final remaining spot at Ultimate Showdown...
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! We’re live from the jam packed Hershey Arena here in Hershey, Pennsylvania!
Erin Robbins: And we’re right back in to the action.
“Somewhere I Belong” by Linkin Park slashes through the arena like a knife and Maddog “Dean” Diamond comes out from behind the curtain to a small pop, taunting to the crowd and signaling he’s ready for a fight.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring, hailing from Devon, England…standing at five foot ten inches and weighing two-hundred and fifteen pounds…THE MADDOG DEAN DIAMOND!!!
Maddog slides in to the ring and awaits the start of the match.
Smoke fills the entrance and colored lights filter through as "Back in black" by AC/DC starts playing. Out walks Adam Young in a black "BTJ" t-shirt with purple letters on it. He stands there for a moment and then starts towards the ring with chants of "BTJ" ringing threw the arena.
Zach Davis: Oh god damn it. I hate this guy.
Erin Robbins: Adam Young is the single greatest superstar to set foot in to this company.
Zach Davis: I think you meant single greatest jobber.
Kyle Steel: And on his way to the ring…from Abilene, Texas…standing at six foot four and weighing two hundred and forty pounds…THE VILLIAN, ADAM YOUNG!!!
Adam looks around the arena with an evil smirk on his face and an icey stare in his eyes. A huge burst of pyro goes off back at the entrance as Adam circles the ring. Adam climbs into the ring and throws his tee into the crowd.
Zach Davis: Maddog wasting no time!!!
As soon as Adam Young throws his shirt to the crowd, Maddog pounces on him and takes him down to the mat. Dean begins hitting him with mounted punches as the referee calls for the bell.
Erin Robbins: Well, that was kind of a dick move.
Zach Davis: Maddog is coming off a crippling loss to Chelsea Armstrong at Blast…He’s looking for a little retribution here tonight.
Adam Young catches Maddog’s hand and tosses him to the side. Adam Young stands and wraps his legs around Maddog’s torso and locks him in a standing camel clutch.
Zach Davis: Uh oh.
Erin Robbins: Adam Young has that clutch locked in.
Young begins to wrench the submission move, locking it in even harder. Maddog begins to crawl towards the ropes while Adam does everything he can to keep the submission hold tight. Dean reaches his hand out…
Zach Davis: Dean’s got the ropes!
Erin Robbins: Lucky Dean.
The referee moves Adam away from Dean. Young taunts to the crowd and achieves a chorus mixed with boos and cheers. Dean stands to his feet and the two face each other again. They get in a collar tie up and Dean gains the advantage, nimbly moving behind Adam. Dean plants an elbow firmly in to Adam’s lower back, stunning him. He lifts Adam off the ground and hit’s a beautiful german suplex.
Dean covers Adam Young.
Erin Robbins: Adam Young got the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: It was so close.
Dean lifts Adam off the ground and begins to hit hard forearm’s to his face. He irish whips Adam, but Adam reverses and irish whips Dean instead. Dean bounces off the ropes and Adam hit’s him with a hard clothesline, knocking Dean to the mat. Adam Young plants a stomp firmly in to Dean’s chest, then his arm. Dean lies on the mat, clutching his chest while Adam poses to the crowd again.
Zach Davis: What a jerk!
Erin Robbins: Quit being such a baby, Zach. He worked hard to get on that stage, and damn it, he deserves it!
Adam lifts Dean up to a seated position and runs against the ropes, bounding back and hitting a dropkick to Dean’s chest. Dean falls to the mat again. Adam Young goes for the pinfall.
Dean’s shoulder flies off the mat, breaking away the pin. He hits Adam Young in the head, who falls backwards. Dean begins to stand as Adam does the same. They lock up again and Adam Young gains the advantage. He wraps Dean up in a pumphandle position and lifts him up to his shoulder…
Zach Davis: Dean reversed it!
As Dean gets to Adam Young’s shoulder, he vaulted and landed on his feet behind Adam. He grabs Adam around the neck and drops him to the mat with a reverse DDT.
Erin Robbins: That’s got to hurt.
Zach Davis: Dean has control of this match now.
Dean wraps his arms around Adam Young’s neck, catching him in a chokehold. Adam Young struggles, but Dean has leverage over him. Adam flails his arms around, trying to grab a hold of any piece of Maddog. Dean keeps the leverage on him, but Adam plants his arms on the mat and begins to push himself up. Adam Young gets to his knees and hooks his arm around Maddog’s leg. He lifts himself and Dean off the ground, hitting Dean with a bridging northern lights suplex and keeps the leg wrapped for the pin.
Dean escapes, pushing away from Adam Young. Dean struggles to get to his feet but Adam Young is up fast. He moves towards Dean and attempts to stomp his face…
Zach Davis: Dean moves!
Erin Robbins: Lucky, again…
Adam Young loses balance and Dean capitalizes, lifting Adam off his feet and on to his shoulders.
Zach Davis: Here’s the set up!
Erin Robbins: DIAMOND CUTTER!!!
Adam Young hits the mat and goes wonky. Dean rolls up his legs and covers him for the pin.
DING DING DING!
“Somewhere I Belong” by Linkin Park erupts from the speakers and the crowd cheers as Dean celebrates his victory over Adam Young.
The camera opens as Doctor Remus Micayle is seen sitting in an empty recreational lounge, watching WCF Sunday Night Slam. He has his legs propped up comfortably on a coffee table as he lazes in an armchair, WCF Tag Team Championship on his lap. A small box of chocolates is perched on an armrest, which he indulges in occasionally while watching the action.
A loud cough is heard, and the Scientist’s head swivels to the side. The camera pans over to reveal one disgruntled-looking Alexander Richards. Almost immediately - and somewhat comically - Micayle leaps to his feet, scattering his chocolates all over the floor. Ignoring the mess, the Scientist grabs his title and strides across the room, meeting the WCF Hardcore Champion near the middle of the lounge.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You idiotic knuckle-dragger! You think it’s funny what you did at Blast!? HUH!?
The Scientist looks positively furious, almost ready to strike. Richards, on his part, is looking somewhat more calm, relaxed almost.
Alexander Richards: Why are you so angry Doc? I saw you running around attacking everyone and it looked like a lot of fun. So I figured I'd try it myself. And you know, you're right hitting you upside the head now that was a lot of fun.
Obviously, that did not go down well with Micayle. The Second Coming Of Darwin Himself takes a step closer to Richards, snarling as he does so.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Just one more word, you fluke… just one more word. I’ve tolerated your incompetence for the longest time, and if you think that you are going to make yourself well-known at MY expense, you got anything coming to you. You get this right… ‘champion’.
He pokes a finger insultingly into Richards’s chest.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Whatever happened in your match is nothing but a stroke of good luck on your part. You are not in my league, Richards. You are NEVER in my league, and will NEVER be in my league. Logan, Jeff Purse, Seifer Black, Oblivion? None of these are close to the perfect wrestler that I am, and you know that deep inside your hollow, donkey-like heart that you are a loser. An idiot. A good-for-nothing whoreson will NEVER…
He pokes the finger even harder into his chest, sneering at him as he does so.
Doctor Remus Micayle: … be the complete wrestler that I am. You are a fool, and NOTHING but a fool. You a—
But before the Scientist could finish his taunt, Richards shoves him backwards. Caught off-guard by the move, Micayle falls over backwards. Evidently, the Hardcore Champion has had enough. Standing over Micayle, Richards stares down at him.
Alexander Richards: You think I'm a fool? You're the one getting in the face of a 6'4 350 pound monster. Hey while you're down there could you hand me a chocolate that's about all you're good for.
Equally displeased with the situation, Micayle leaps up to his feet and gets right in his face. The two men are now so close to one another that their noses are almost touching.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You are now standing this close to permanent disability. Do you realise that, boy? No one has ever treated me with this level of disrespect in my time in this company, and you, of all people, actually DARE test fate? You actually think you are good enough to go up against me? A man far superior to you? Huh?
Alexander Richards: No one has treated you with this level of disrespect. I can't see why not. Watching you blow your top is the most fun I've had all night! But seriously I don't think I'm good enough I know I am ask anyone in that hardcore match last week if I'm good enough. You know, I mean not be a doctor but I can see you could use a good brain scrambling.
A couple of tense seconds follow, before abruptly, the Scientist smiles.
Doctor Remus Micayle: So be it. You sealed your own fate, dunce. I was prepared to make this a quick one, but evidently, you need to be taught a lesson. Consider yourself… lucky… that I have other matters to attend to at this current point in time. Best watch your back next week, Richards. Because if I were you… I would much rather stay at home.
Alexander Richards: And miss all that fun? My teachers back in the day couldn't teach me any lessons, the state couldn't teach me any lessons. You know I think I'm just too stubborn to learn what other people think I should know. You can try though Dr. Anus but I think the lesson just might be.. get out of here with your non billable hours, wait that ain't it... don't bite off more than you chew.
The two men exchange another heated glare, before Micayle pushes past Richards, walking out of the room. The camera fades to black, as a stony-faced Richards stares at the retreating back of Micayle and the words he had just spouted.
The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses of garbage booing him. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the stupid WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chesapeake, Virginia, weighing in at 250 pounds.... Logan!
Zach Davis: Logan is trying to recover after last week, he was unable to retain the WCF Hardcore Championship.
Erin Robbins: It wasn't fair! He never even got to compete in that match! He's still the Hardcore champion in my eyes.
Zach Davis: Don't kid yourself Erin, seriously.
Erin Robbins: It's true, god damn it!
"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado hits and the fans explode with a really loud pop. Marina appears on the stage, wearing a red leather jacket and a patriotic, American flag themed visor. The fans greet her with a raucous cheer as she smiles and makes her way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And from SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA, weighing in at 128 pounds, the "Diamond Starlet", MARINA VALDIVIA!
Marina gets in the ring and takes off her jacket. She hops on the second rope to acknowledge the unbelievable ovation she's getting from her fans. She takes her visor off and throws it into the crowd as they continue to cheer her extremely loudly.
Zach Davis: It's no secret that Marina has gained quite a lot of popularity lately. Lots of things are happening for her. She's on her own, she's beaten multiple world champions as of late, and she has a title shot!
Erin Robbins: Yeah, but let's not forget what Eric Price did to her tonight. That was awesome. She deserved to be put in her place.
Zach Davis: What Eric Price did was absolutely wrong! There was no rhyme or reason for it.
Erin Robbins: Someone had to put that bitch in her place! Now, Logan is about to do the same thing!
DING! DING! DING!
Logan doesn't waste any time and clobbers Marina's face with a right hand. Marina's face shoots back and she slowly turns back to Logan, the grin even bigger now. Logan hauls off for another shot but Marina blocks it and hits Logan with a punch of her own, knocking Logan back. She swings for another and connects, knocking Logan into the ropes. Marina grabs Logan by the arm and goes to whip him across the ring, but she pulls back just before letting him go and drives her knee into Logan's gut, flipping him to the mat. Marina doesn't let go though, and spins, dropping a leg drop on Logan' twisted arm. She wraps his arm around her own leg and starts to pull as Logan kicks up, hitting the bottom rope in the process. Marina stays fierce and doesn't let go of the arm hold. The ref starts to count.
She finally lets go before getting disqualified, rolling back to her feet as Logan nurses his arm. The fans cheer loudly as Marina stands in the ring with confidence.
Zach Davis: Marina got roughed up a little, but she quickly bounced back and she's taken command.
Erin Robbins: That's not going to last long, especially with Eric Price on the back of her mind.
Marina stalks Logan, waiting for him to get to his feet as former hardcore champion sits up, still holding his arm. He reaches up, using the ropes to his aid and turns around, coming face to face with a fierce Diamond Starlet. Marina quickly locks up with Logan, putting force on his bad arm. Logan winces in pain but forces anyway, pushing Marina into the corner turnbuckle. The ref calls for him to let up and he does, for a split second, only to drive his shoulder into Marina' gut. Marina keels over and Logan steps back. He jumps and connects with a dropkick which sends Marina down, leaning against the bottom turnbuckle. Logan wastes no time and runs around the ring, coming back full force, looking to drive his foot into Marina' face. Marina rolls out of the ring and Logan steps through the middle rope. Marina grabs his leg and yanks him, causing him to fall back and hit his head on the mat. The fans cheer as Marina grabs the former champion's leg and cranks it into the steel post. Logan screams in pain as the ref starts to count.
Marina hauls off and cracks his leg against the steel again, causing Logan to scream once more.
The fans boo loudly as Logan' face grows with pain. Marina stares at him with a devious smile.
Zach Davis: Marina is definitely fighting like she's a woman on a mission tonight.
Erin Robbins: Why the hell is Logan struggling to get on this bitch?
Marina grabs Logan' leg again but Logan pulls her towards him and boots her back, knocking her into the barricade. Logan scoots himself into the ring and out of Marina' reach.
Marina shakes her head and gets back to a vertical base on the outside, looking at Logan with anger.
Marina slides in the ring just as Logan gets back to his feet, limping on his bad leg. Marina runs at Logan but Logan drop kicks Marina's knee, knocking her face first to the mat. She mount Marina from behind and pulls up on her hair, driving his fist into Marina's face over and over again. Marina screams as Logan keeps punching and punching. The ref calls for him to let go and Logan drops Marina' face into mat. The fans cheer as Logan limps back to a vertical base. He leans against the ropes, trying not to stand on his bad leg.
Zach Davis: Now it appears Logan is showing that anger from losing the Hardcore championship
Erin Robbins: As he should! He needs to put this bitch away once and for all, right now!
Marina pushes herself up, getting to her feet with a smile on her face. There's some blood coming from her nose as she turns around and smirks at Logan. Logan's eyes widen as Marina comes at him again. Both wrestlers lock up, near center of the ring. Marina quickly knees Logan in the gut. She attempts a DDT but Logan wiggles and spins, getting out of the hold. He ends up behind Marina and drops to one knee from the pain of his leg. Marina goes to turn around but Logan scoops her legs out from under her. He grabs Marina' legs and flips over, pinning her with a bridge.
Marina kicks out and the fans cheer loudly. Logan tries to get to a vertical base at the same time Marina does. Marina wastes no time and leaps, nearly taking Logan's head off with a massive clothesline. Both wrestlers lie on the ground as the fans explode. Marina pushes herself to her knees and smirks as she looks down at Logan, holding the back of his head. Marina grabs Logan by the hair and gets to her feet, bringing Logan with her. She smirks as she holds the International champion by the hair and locks in a Cobra Clutch. The fans start to cheer loudly as Logan flails, trying to latch at the ropes. Logan quickly wraps his arm around Marina's head and looks for a jawbreaker. Marina breaks the hold and elbows Logan in the side of the head. Logan turns, holding his head and Marina goes for another clothesline. Logan ducks under it and spins Marina, planting her with an Exploder suplex. The fans boo as Logan drapes his arm over Marina, obviously exhausted and in pain.
Marina barely gets her shoulder up and the fans start to cheer loudly. Logan lets out a loud sigh and sits up, leaning against the ropes. He looks down at Marina and shakes his head.
Zach Davis: Logan is definitely in command now. It seems like Marina is in definite trouble.
Erin Robbins: I'm telling you Zach, it's only a matter of time before we see the Connector! Logan needs to stop messing around.
Zach Davis: Marina's not about to give up just yet.
Logan reaches up and brings himself to his feet as Marina holds the back of her head, pushing herself to her feet. Logan runs at Marina and kicks her in the gut as she's getting up, knocking her back to the mat. Logan takes a few deep breaths and approaches Marina. He reaches down to bring her to her feet but Marina comes back with an elbow to the face. Logan stumbles back and then stumbles back to Marina who greets him with a chick kick square in the jaw. Logan goes down and Marina wastes no time going to the top rope. Marina leaps and connects with the California Splash! Cover!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, Marina Valdivia!
Zach Davis: And just like that, Marina continues her momentum. I hope Eric Price was watching that one. She managed to defeat yet another former world champion.
Erin Robbins: How is this possible? I have to know how possible this is! She shouldn't be doing this.
Zach Davis: Are you just jealous because she's more beautiful than you ever wish to be?
Erin Robbins: Oh shut up! It's all good though! Eric Price shall put her in her place if she chooses to mess with him again!
“Dr. Feelgood” hits the P.A., and Doc Henry steps out onto the entrance ramp to thunderous applause. He raises his fist in the air, posing for his adoring fans.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, standing six feet, five inches tall, and weighing in at 245 pounds… Doc Henry!
Doc grins as he struts down the ramp, soaking in the love of the fans. He rolls under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, holding his fists up high.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is ready to go, but he’s had his trouble with Waylon Cash in the past. This should be an interesting match from his perspective.
Erin Robbins: And Waylon Cash has had his fair share of problems. Waylon usually beats Doc when they fight, but I think I smell an upset in the works tonight.
Doc leans against the turnbuckle as his music dies. It is quickly replaced by “Criminals” by Big B. The crowd turns a 180 and begins booing as loud as they can. Slowly, Waylon Cash walks out onto the ramp, a grim smile plastered across his face. His eyes lock with Doc Henry’s, and stay there as he slowly traipses toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, he stands six feet, five inches tall and weighs in at 230 pounds. He is the Hellbilly… Waylon Cash!
Waylon acknowledges neither his introduction, nor the screaming fans. He merely gives Doc a death stare, not even breaking it to walk up the steps, and climb into the ring. The unnerving smile stays on his face.
Erin Robbins: There’s something strange about Waylon tonight.
Zach Davis: Tonight? You mean all the time. I’m not even sure what to think of Waylon Cash, and by the looks of it, even his team mates are starting to wonder.
Waylon has a seat in the corner, his eyes glues on Doc as the music dies down. The ref summons them both to the center of the ring, and gives a quick rule reading before signalling for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: And we are underway!
The two men don’t fight at first. They stand in the middle of the ring, staring at each other. Doc screams all sorts of things at Waylon, as the Hellbilly stands there and smiles. Suddenly Doc has had enough. He reels back, and clocks Waylon in the jaw, causing his head to snap to the left. Slowly Waylon’s head turns back, the smile never fading. Doc then sticks out his own chin, signalling for Cash to take a swing.
Zach Davis: What in the world is he doing?
Erin Robbins: It looks like he wants to trade punches with Waylon Cash, who is one of the more talented strikers in WCF. This may not be a good decision on Doc’s part.
Waylon nods, and takes his swing. His fist collides with Doc’s face, and Henry stumbles a bit, but he doesn’t fall. When Doc turns back, Waylon’s hands are already folded neatly behind him, and his jaw is stuck out to receive his turn. Doc swings hard, and Waylon stumbles, having to grab the ropes to stay on his feet. He doesn’t fall however. Cash then walks back to Doc, who is waiting. Waylon spits a gob of blood onto the canvas, and takes a big swing. Doc drops to one knee, but pos right back to his feet, and swings quickly. The right hand knocks Waylon to the ground, and Doc dives on him immediately. Henry is a flurry of fists and elbows for a few seconds, before Waylon can grab the bottom rope and wrench himself out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Wow! Doc Henry getting the better of that exchange, but Waylon pulls himself out of danger.
Doc stands up and yells for Waylon to get into the ring, but Cash decides to take a slow lap. The crowd voices their disapproval loudly, but he doesn’t seem to care. He tries to slide in, and Dco goes to stomp him, but Waylon quickly slides back out and starts yelling at the ref.
Waylon Cash: Tell him to knock that off. Get him back! I ain’t gonna wrestle if he’s gonna be like that!
The ref goes and pushes Doc back, but Waylon still doesn’t climb in. Doc gets sick of it and jumps to the floor. Waylon sees this and slides inside. Doc rolls his eyes in anger, and slides under the bottom rope, but Waylon is waiting right there, and starts stomping on the back of Henry’s neck.
Zach Davis: An underhanded move by Waylon Cash.
Erin Robbins: Underhanded, or intelligent?
Cash drags Doc up, and hits him with a snap suplex, quickly rolling through into a pin.
...2! Doc kicks out. Waylon goes to dive back on him, but Doc scrambles backwards, and uses the ropes to pull himself up. Waylon stands as well, and the men face off center ring once again. They lock up, and push back and forth. Doc eventually shoves Waylon back into a corner and hits him with a flurry of right hands that sends him to a seated position. He backs up slowly, and comes running forward with a knee. Waylon rolls out of the corner just in time, causing Doc to crash into the turnbuckle. Waylon pops up and grabs him around the waist, going for a german suplex. Doc stops it, and hits Waylon with a hard elbow to the face. While Waylon is stunned, Doc spins around, kicks him in the gut and hits him with a hard DDT. Waylon lays on the mat, while Doc celebrates, and the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: This match has gone Doc’s way early on. Probably not what Waylon was expecting.
Erin Robbins: I say never count Waylon out, but that DDT seemed to catch him off guard.
Henry drops a knee down into the small of Waylon’s back, and interlocks his fingers under Cash’s chin, wrenching back in a modified camel clutch. Waylon flails desperately for the ropes, but can not reach them. Waylon’s face is contorted in agony. He tries to drag himself across the ring, but finds a hard time gaining leverage with Doc’s knee in his back.
Zach Davis: Doc has Waylon in a tough spot here. This match may end early.
Doc crouches down to yell something at Waylon. Cash uses the opportunity to reach back and rake his eyes. Doc lets go, and scrambles backwards, holding his face. The ref yells at Waylon, but didn’t see it well enough to disqualify him. It doesn’t matter, Cash is now on the attack, peppering Doc’s face with rights and lefts. Henry can only stumble back against the corner. With him trapped, Waylon delivers a flury of punches to the head and body.
Erin Robbins: And this is where the superior striking of Waylon Cash comes in. Every punc is hurting Doc, wearing him down, weakening him. They may not be big flashy moves, but they are working with a prejudice.
Waylon keeps punching Doc, until he falls to a sitting position in the corner. Waylon then takes a few steps back and yells.
Waylon Cash: Is this what you were looking for?!
With that he sprints forward, landing a hard knee to his face. Doc slumps against the turnbuckle, as Waylon is now the one to celebrate. The crowd boos loudly. Cash drags Doc to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Cash jumps up and hits him with a leaping calf kick. Waylon stands, and slashes his finger across his throat with a wicked grin. He slowly begins to climb the ropes, and stops at the top for a moment to pose. Waylon jumps off, going for a diving headbutt, but Doc moves out of the way just in time, sending Waylon crashing head first into the canvas. The impact seems to put him out.
Zach Davis: A risky move does not pay off for Waylon Cash, and now it looks like all Doc has to do is capitalize.
Doc grabs Waylon, and drags him over to the corner. He lifts him up, and climbs to the second rope. He then lifts Waylon into a suplex.
Erin Robbins: HENRY'S GOT IT!
No!, Waylon jabs Henry enough times to break free. Waylon grabs Henry and tosses him to the outside of the ring!
Henry crashes to the outside. Waylon jumps onto the apron and jumps down after him. The crowd boos as Waylon lifts Henry up and hits him with a few jabs to the head. Waylon then measures him and goes for a big Clothesline, but Henry catches him.
Zach Davis: GAMBLER'S HAND!
NO!, Waylon elbows his way out of it and then drops Henry with the intended Clothesline. Angry at how many times he's come to losing, Waylon grabs a nearby chair from ringside.
Erin Robbins: What're you doing-
Waylon, in a fit of rage, tosses the chair at Doc, hitting him right in the head. The ref immediately calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Welp.
Waylon isn't done. He grabs the chair quickly and then cracks Henry across the back with it, bringing him down.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by disqualification … Doc Henry!
Zach Davis: We predicted that Henry could pull off an upset victory.. but not like this!
Waylon raises the chair once more before sending it crashing down upon Henry's prone body. The fans boo heavily as Waylon drops the chair and looks around, his eyes wide and mad.
Erin Robbins: In the story of Waylon versus Henry, this will go down as a win for Henry, but it sure doesn't feel like it for now!
Waylon backpeddles up the ramp as Reb jumps through the crowd, checking on Henry. Waylon simply shakes his head and leaves to the back.
The scene cuts backstage and Marina Valdivia and Allison Mayberry are both inside of their locker room. Marina is in a mixed mood. She's happy about her win over Logan, but she is furious over what happened to her earlier.
Allison: Marina, there's no need to focus on the negative. You went in there, and you beat Logan tonight and that's what should matter more than anything else in the world.
Marina says nothing.
Allison: I understand you're shocked and upset by what Eric Price did to you earlier. But as I've told you before, the higher you get up the ladder, the more you're going to get noticed. The fact that he had to do that to you earlier speaks MORE POSITIVE volumes about you. You ARE becoming the star you were born to be. If you weren't he wouldn't be trying to bring you down.
Marina Valdivia: I guess that's a good way to put it...
She keeps her words there, still seething after what happened.
Allison: Try not to let it distract you so much, okay? You have a title shot in hand and everyone needs to know when you're going to use it and which title it's going to be. However, you've had a rough go of it tonight, so we're going to worry about that next week, okay?
Marina Valdivia: It sounds good, but let me tell you something. If Eric Price thinks he's going to get away with what he did that easily, then he's dead wrong. I don't give a damn what explanation he has for his actions because you know, I know, these people know, that he's a snake in the grass whose words have no merit whatsoever and I promise this, when I get my hands on him, he's going to wish he never messed with Marina Eris Valdivia! Period!
Allison: Great attitude to have! But let's not focus on that so much, let's move forward. You still got a huge win tonight, and that's all that should matter.
Marina Valdivia: You're right. You're definitely right. Let's get refocused on that title shot!
Allison: That's my girl!
Suddenly, a knock is heard on the door. Allison stands up and walks to it. She opens it, and just like last week, there's a flood of local paparazzi waiting!
Hershey Lover: What's your reaction to what Eric Price did to her?
Crazed TMZ fan: How does Marina feel about getting owned by Eric Price?
Eric Price Fan: Are you going to have Marina fight a war she can't win?
Allison: Not taking questions at this time! Thank you!
She slams the door in their faces.
Allison: She doesn't need to deal with this shit, not after everything that's happened tonight.
Erin Robbins: Well, here comes a match where the Vapor Kings won't be in action. It's Ana Valentine verse Zombie McMorris in a one on one match up.
Zach Davis: ZMAC has been on a roll in tag team action but lets see if he can keep it going against Ana Valentine
Lansdowne's "watch me burn" blasts out of the PA system as Ana Valentine comes out of the back with energy. She walks down to the ring staring forward ignoring the fans as the song build. 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.
“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” Hits the PA system. Buddy Roman walks out on stage with a microphone.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and Gentlemen. It is with a great sadness and sickness in my heart that my son, Diablo Calzone is no longer with us. It seems that Seth Lerch has grown a pair and decided that my sons quote “ conspiracy rants” were unfounded, slanderous and would no longer be tolerated. With that said, my son Diablo Calzone has been suspended indefinitely until such a time that he comes to his senses. To add, the match of Ana Valentine and Alex Jones against The Vapor Kings has been replaced by a one on one match. Now not to take away from you, Ana but you really have Seth to blame. I'm sorry my dear. You really were my favorite.
Buddy Roman walks down the ramp as “Never Gonna Stop” hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: And the match is under way. All be it a little one sided.
Erin Robbins: And they need center ring.
Erin Robbins: Ana with a slap to ZMAC!
Zach Davis: And ZMAC plants on Ana!
Erin Robbins: Those lips, those teeth.. ugh! That breath!
Zach Davis: I think she likes it.
Ana looks enraged and disgusted as she runs at ZMAC, baseball sliding under him and coming up behind him and nailing a German suplex. Ana tries for it again but ZMAC reaches back flips her over his shoulder. He snatches her up and hits a cobra clutch bomb! ZMAC picks Ana up, spins her around and kicks her in the gut.
Erin Robbins: World Tour 69'! DDT!
ZMAC goes and waits in the corner for Ana to get up.
ZMAC: Boot party!
Zach Davis: This is it! Match is over.
Erin Robbins: ZMAC broke his own pin?
ZMAC picks up Ana and lifts her on his shoulders...
Zach Davis: Axe Wound! Gut wrench powerbomb. This is just too much.
ZMAC isnt done. He drags Ana over to the ropes and puts her on his shoulder.
Erin Robbins: Not the Deuce and Half. That top rope pile driver.
Zach Davis: I think he broke her neck!
Erin Robbins: We need some help.
Zach Davis: This is just too much. A lot happens in WCF but Ana could be seriously hurt.
Zach Davis: ZMAC picks up the win.
Erin Robbins: The ref is calling for the EMTS!
Zach Davis: Yah, this isnt good, Erin.
ZMAC leaves the ring and starts walking back into the crowd as the crowd body surfs him around the arena.
Erin Robbins: I just hope she's ok.
Zach Davis: We all do. We all do.
Story of the years "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
"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...JOHN GABLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: This is a stressful time for John Gable. The other members of the Ultimate Showdown match may have to defend their belt once more before the big PPV, maybe twice. Gable has to defend it every week until the big show.
Jones runs at Gable, Gable sidesteps him and rolls him up from behind.
Gable puts his foot on the ropes.
Erin Robbins: ...
Gable quickly rolls out of the ring!
Zach Davis: Gable retains!
Jones gets up and is pissed. He stomps around, kicking at the ring ropes. Gable grabs the Television Title and hurries up to the back.
Erin Robbins: Gable knows he's running a gauntlet until the end of July, and the easier he can take it, the better. He just avoided putting his body through hell in a Title defense. Smart move.
Zach Davis: Dirty move!
Gable disappears as Jones shouts that this is bullshit and he quits!
Ana Valentine storms out from her locker room, her duffel bag slung over her shoulder as she briskly walks the corridor toward the parking lot. An unhappy scowl upon her face making her way from the arena as quickly and as determinately as possible.
Zach Davis: Things just haven't been going well for her lately. I can sense the frustration.
As she turns the corner toward the parking lot she stops dead in her tracks. Standing there about ten feet in front of her is the Mistress of Mischief, Sarah Twilight. The stunning, yet hideously evil redhead stares at the woman with a contrived smile. Ana takes a few steps back and turns to enter the parking lot from the opposite end of the corridor when she finds herself now face to face with Lilith. And there was nothing contrived about her demeanor ... she wasn't smiling at all.
Erin Robbins: Well things just got worse for her Zach. Much, MUCH worse.
Zach Davis: Oh good God, not again!
Without warning or hesitation, Lilith grabs a handful of Ana's hair and SMASHES her face into the cement wall of the corridor. Ana's duffel bag falls from her shoulder as she instictively grabs her head to relieve the throbbing pain that now pulsates through her skull. By now, Sarah Twilight was also fast upon her. She and Lilith take hold of Ana by an arm on each side and with their other hand they each grab a side of her jeans, lifting her up and holding her horizontally. Ana screams out for help, but there is no one in sight. The twisted, vile women carry Ana backwards for some number of feet before stopping. The two glance at each other with evil intent burning deep within their eyes and begin to charge forward full speed with Valentine in their clutches.
Zach Davis: Oh my God no! I can't watch this!
Erin Robbins: This confirms it ... if I was the WCF roster ... I'd leave .. now.
They CRASH Ana HEAD FIRST into the concrete wall like a battering ram. A sickening cracking of bone is heard as her head meets the unyeilding wall. The two pull her back and they swing her forward AGAIN into the wall for another sickening crack. Crimson flows from the top of her head swiftly and in large quantities as the violent women simply drop her into the cement floor face first as if discarding trash when their wall bashing task had been completed.
Zach Davis: We need medical help ... NOW!
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling we aren't gonna get it ... not that these two are even finished yet.
As Ana lies motionless on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Her face plastered still directly against the cement, Lilith looks down at her unsatisfied. She takes her boot and she STOMPS it into the back of Ana's skull as the sound of further cracking and of flesh scraping against the floor below is heard. The force of the blow causing Ana's head to bounce up from the concrete just in time for Liliths boot to come crashing into her once again. Repeatedly over and over she stomps on Valentine's head until the cameras could almost seem to pick up brain matter oozing from the cracked opening in her skull.
Zach Davis: This is attempted murder! There is no other way around this! Get them out of here NOW!
Erin Robbins: I have never seen such brutality ... WCF is definitely doomed. I ... oh my God that was horrible!
Finally Sarah Twilight .. of all people has to settle Lilith down from the severity of the assault. Ana remains motionless as Lilith is damn near foaming at the mouth, her eyes distant in a place of euphoria as she thinks over her deeds. Sarah nods at her and the two women step to the other side of the corridor momentarily. They each return holding something in their hands.
Zach Davis: How can they possibly do any more damage to the poor woman?
Erin Robbins: I ... I ... this is Sarah Twilight and Lilith we're talking about here! They can do plenty more!
Sarah leans down, placing something next to the unconscious carcass of Ana Valentine before patting her gently on the head in an obviously obnoxious sign of ridicule. There next to Ana sits a VHS cassette. As the camera focuses on it, we can see that it reads "How To Handle being a Cross Dressing, Lumberjack Screwing, Bubble Gum Fangirl When Possessed By Demons: The Sex Tape - Volume 1!!!"
Zach Davis: I don't even ... how disrespectful!
Erin Robbins: None of it is untrue though.
Zach Davis: Even so!
As Sarah stands and looks down at the unconcious, severely injured woman, Lilith steps forward offering her own "Get well gift" of sarcasm as she places a teddy bear there atop Ana's bleeding skull. The bear holding a striking resemblence to Valentine herself and recognized as "Ana Teddy" from Lilith's vast collection. The bear is soaking wet and seems unusually dirty at this time.
Zach Davis: Oh this is just ridiculous!
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling these are just going to get worse ... and worse. Seth has seriously taken us to the point of no return now!
As the two women step away from the horrific scene, Lilith reaches down striking something against her boot ... a match stick. She cackles with complete malice as she tosses the lit flame onto the bear which had been soaked in kerosine. The lifeless, unconscious body of Ana Valentine ignites immediately along with the bear. Sarah and Lilith continue down the corridor arm in arm as WCF medics rush the area with first aid equipment and fire exntiguishers.
Zach Davis: This is ... I can't even describe this!
Erin Robbins: I ... I don't even think Seth knows what he's done. He can't right? He couldn't have known it would be this bad ... could he?
Zach Davis: I think he knew ... that ... that bastard!
Zach Davis: This next contest should be an interesting one. Colin Marshall and Terry Roberts have never teamed up before and both are looking to rebound from losses at Blast as they take on the formerly well oiled Unit of Seraphim.
Erin Robbins: That doesn't matter in the slightest. Have you seen Seifer Black's killer instinct lately? Or the way Chelsea has defended that people's title for months? They have this in the bag!
Zach Davis: Colin Marshall might be the best up and coming star in the WCF and Terry Roberts is a wily veteran. I think they could be primed to defeat the dysfunctional husband and wife tag team here tonight.
The opening riff to "The End Of Heartache" echoes throughout the arena as Colin Marshall leaps out through the curtain. His tag team partner Terry Roberts comes out with him. 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 the two men chat in the men obviously talking strategy.
Kyle Steel: Currently in the ring, the team of Colin Marshall and Terry Roberts!
Zach Davis: See, what I tell you. These guys are on the same page already. I'm smelling an upset Erin.
Erin Robbins: That's not it. You just farted. There's something wrong with you if you think Seraphim is losing tonight.
The arena goes dark and black smoke pours onto the stage as Nocturnus by Adrian von Zeigler starts to play. Horrific imagery starts to play on the titantron for a moment till the words “The Seraphim” shines brightly and a ring of fire shows through the smoke as no one comes out.
Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, The team of The Mistress of Darkness Chelsea Black Armstrong and The Angel of Judgement Seifer Black Armstrong... The Seraphim...
The lights in the arena dim as a thick fog takes over the entrance ramp causing those in the front row into seemingly disappear as Queen of Hell by A Sound of Thunder plays through the speakers. Bright emerald green lights shine through the fog as the music picks up and a figure walks out onto the stage in a glittering black cloak. Chelsea walks towards the ring ignoring the fans. She looks very upset, hurt, and angry all at the same time. She clinches her fist slightly as she looks over her shoulder.
The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word death as horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp and blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black Armstrong... Suddenly Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers and from the smoke a hand reaches up with a black light lamp placing it on the stage as Seifer climbs out of the stage his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage. Seifer's minions Lorelei and Samuel walk out with him. Seifer looks furious and walks over to Kyle Steele and says something. Kyle then gets on the mic and says..
Kyle Steel: Correction. Currently in the ring, Chelsea Black Armstrong, and the Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black.
Zach Davis: Seifer even refused to allow them to be introduced as a team. No way these guys are going to make it through the match.
Erin Robbins: You can't have to like each other to be successful.
The match starts as Colin and Terry break up their conference with Marshall entering the ring. Meanwhile Chelsea and Seifer simply stare at each other both refusing to speak to the other nor leave the ring Finally Colin dropkicks Seifer into Chelsea knocking her from the ring and rolling up Seifer from behind..
Zach Davis: This was almost over in seconds thanks to the SPAC squad not being on the same page!
Erin Robbins: Colin did seem extra angry this week. It looks like his new more aggressive attitude is paying off so far.
Marshall drags Seifer to his feet and gives him several hard chops knocking him towards the corner. He then follows it in with a running knee to the jaw. Seifer collapses to the canvas as Colin makes a cover.
Colin then decides to make the tag Terry climbs to the top rope and connects with a double ax handle as Colin holds Seifer from behind.
another kick out.
Zach Davis: Good teamwork from the first time partners tonight.
Terry then whips Seifer off of the ropes, punches him in the gut and executes a Russian leg sweep. He makes the pin.
A quick vertical suplex drops Black again then Terry follows it up with a fist drop. He drags Seifer back to his feet whips him off of the ropes and executes a tilt a whirl... which Seifer reverses into a jumping DDT! Seifer drags Terry to the corner and hangs him upside down and starts to stomp away on the body of the prone veteran. He then backs off and nails a running koppu kick directly to the face! He pulls Terry out of the corner now and proceeds to toss him right over the top rope before going over to his corner and tagging Chelsea hard across the forearm. She glares at him and gives with a slight shoves which he returns the favour It looks like the one might come to blows only to have Terry pull her off the apron to the floor. He goes to whip Chelsea into the ring post but she reverses it. Terry bounces head first off the ring post and collapses. But instead of capitalizing Chelsea marches right over to Lorelei and gets in her face yelling at the new minion of Seifer Black. Samuel walks over and it looks like there might be a fight until Terry Robert taps Chelsea on the shoulder and when she turns around decks her with a vicious right then tosses her right into the guard rail! Terry bounces her head off the guard rail a few times as Seifer looks on from the ring apron.
Erin Robbins: Chelsea definitely shouldn't have bothered with the minions there.
Zach Davis: What about Seifer! He's letting his wife take a beating right in front of him!
Erin Robbins: They are broken up. This is just some of that tough love SPAC is famous for. I'm not worried.
Terry tosses the stunned Armstrong back in and goes over to his corner and makes the tag. He lifts up Chelsea and Colin hits the ropes connecting with a running lariat in their version of the hart attack. He makes the pin.
weak kick out from Chelsea
Colin tosses the Mistress of Darkness into the corner and starts to light her up with chops then snap mares her down and kicks her in the back of the skull. Colin climbs to the top rope and launches off with a frog splash connecting hard and bouncing off Chelsea. Colin doesn't make a cover though Instead he roughly pulls Chelsea to her feet and snap suplexes her down. Chelsea doesn't appear to be moving as Colin makes the tag to Terry who promptly goes to the top rope. Colin goes over to toss him off with the rocket launcher but Chelsea rolls out of the way. She starts to rolls towards her corner but then rolls away towards the ropes pulling herself up instead.
Zach Davis: It looks like Chelsea doesn't want to tag. She wants to do this by herself. Terry charges and Chelsea backdrops him over the top rope.
Erin Robbins: See they got this. She's not in trouble at all.
Chelsea leans on the ropes recovering as Terry gets back onto the ring apron only to have Chelsea suplex him back into the ring. Terry gets up fairly quickly only to run into the beautiful disaster Chelsea's beautiful bulldog. She makes the cover.
Terry kicks out!
Chelsea bounces off of the ropes executing a nice double leg legdrop onto Terry. She waits for him to get up and executes a leg lariat. Finally with an angry look goes over to the corner and tags Seifer who yells at her to hold Terry. Chelsea looks like she wants to leave the ring but finally holds Terry from behind as Seifer bounces off of the ropes with a running boot only to have Terry move out of the way and Seifer levels his wife! Terry executes a snapped off DDT and covers Seifer.
kick out from Seifer!
Terry then hooks in a dragon sleeper on the Doomsday Prophet but Seifer counters with a series of knees to the head of Roberts then belly to belly suplexes him! Seifer gives a look at his former lover and begins to choke the life out of Roberts. Seifer pushes Terry to the corner and unloads with a vicious series of brutal machine gun chops quickly turning Terry's chest red.
Erin Robbins: See how brutal Seifer Black is in the ring tonight. He's wrestling like he wants to prove he can do this on his own!
He turns to the corner and says something insulting to Chelsea who replies in kind. This allows Terry to drop him to a knee with a spinning elbow out of the corner. Terry starts hammering with rights and lefts rocking Seifer then tosses him off of the ropes only to get dropped with a leaping forearm smash from Seifer. Seifer waits on Roberts to get up then German suplexes him with bridge.
Roberts kicks out of it!
Zach Davis: Seifer back in control but it seems like Seraphim just can't keep the advantage because they can't stop fighting each other!
Seifer grabs Terry and tosses him through the ropes. He bounces off the ropes looking for a tope to the floor however Chelsea dives off the apron with a clothesline onto Roberts instead! Seifer jaws with her through the ropes as she stares back at them with disdain. She tosses Roberts in the ring then Seifer tags her hard again and exits the ring, drops down off the apron and talks with his minions.
Zach Davis: Seifer started this by bringing Lorelei and Samuel out here to begin with. Terry meanwhile grabs Chelsea from behind atomic drops her then delivers a forward spike DDT! He rolls towards his corner and makes the tag!
Seifer continues to talk with Lorelei and Samuel as Colin enters the ring and leaps over the ropes with a springboard clothesline taking down Chelsea! He shoots her off the ropes and connects with a picture perfect dropkick! Colin quickly picks up Chelsea and powerslams her down hard and hooks the leg.
3.. no shoulder up!
Colin looks frustrated and applies a sleeper hold on Chelsea but knowing she wouldn't give turns into a belly to back suplex! Colin immediately mushroom stomps Chelsea or as he calls it the 1-UP! Seifer meanwhile is still down on the floor ignoring the action.
Erin Robbins: I have to give credit where it's due. Colin Marshall has looked fantastic here tonight. He could be set to gain revenge over the People's champion who has defeated him before. Standing double moonsault from Colin, the Real Deal. He will cover her. 1-2-3! No barely a kick out.
Zach Davis: It's over! It's over Canadian Destroyer will end this! Seifer finally slides into the ring to break up the pin. 1-2- he dropped the elbow but Marshall moved and he hit Chelsea instead!
Roberts enters the ring and immediately levels Seifer with a thesz press hammering away in him in the middle of the ring! Official Kip Wingzinger tries to break that up as Colin hammers away on Chelsea with ten punches in the corner. The ref gets Seifer out as Colin makes the tag to Terry and executes a drop toe hold into a soccer kick from Roberts!
Zach Davis: You notice the teamwork from Roberts and Marshall? Seifer and Chelsea have nearly a dozen double team moves and they haven't even attempted one!
Terry meanwhile lifts Chelsea up for his Freefall powerbomb.. he presses the People's champion up but Chelsea counters with her triangle choke hold, Death's Grip! You can hear Chelsea yelling at Seifer who responds in kind as Terry falls to the mat in obvious troubles. However Chelsea drops the hold leaving Roberts on the mat stunned. She waits for Roberts to get up and applies the Gory Lock... into the reverse STO! Strongarmed! Chelsea makes the cover.
Erin Robbins: I love it! Seifer just reached into the ring and tagged himself into the match! He wants to get the last word with Chelsea! Chelsea just glares at Seifer refusing to leave the ring as he picks up Roberts and drills him with the burning hammer! The Fade to Black. Seifer makes the cover as Colin rushes into the ring to make the save.
Chelsea hestiates but ultimately walks in front of Colin, exchanging punches with him long enough so that Seifer can get the three. Colin shakes his head in disappointment. Meanwhile Chelsea has left the ring and shoves Lorelei down as she walks away to the back leaving Seifer in the ring alone to celebrate.
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, Seifer Black, and Chelsea Black Armstrong!
Erin Robbins: The former Armstrong family definitely weren't the same page here but in the end their talent won out.
Zach Davis: I don't know. I think Colin Marshall could have beaten either of them one on one.
Erin Robbins: He didn't and that's all that matters.
Zach Davis: Scott Savage better get his charges under control though. That certainly wasn't what he wanted to see.
The music dies out as Colin and Terry have both made their way up the ramp and to the back. Seifer starts to get out of the ring as Chelsea demanded a mic and is in the middle of the ring.
Chelsea: What do you think you’re doing!
Zach Davis: As we saw throughout the match Chelsea and Seifer haven’t had the best communication tonight and it appears Chelsea isn’t finished yet.
Erin Robbins: Of course she isn’t, I still say she’s gone crazy from living in isolation for so long.
Seifer slowly stops as do Samuel and Lorelei; the trio turns around on the edge of the ramp staring into the ring. Chelsea’s eyes appear to be glazed with tears as she looks into the eyes of a man who is her husband.
Chelsea: Just talk to me!
Samuel and Lorelei both begin to walk toward the ring as Seifer stops them both and walks back himself. Climbing into the ring he stares at Chelsea with a dead gaze as both of his followers are now standing just outside the ring.
Chelsea: Why won’t you talk to me!
Zach Davis: It doesn’t appear that Seifer is having any of it tonight, do you think we’re going to witness a divorce right here in the ring?
Erin Robbins: Well I’m sure ICE would be happy to see that, I’m sure he’s just lurking in the shadows waiting to run down and take Chelsea.
Meanwhile Chelsea and Seifer are just standing in the ring staring at one another as a few tears have begun to fall down her cheeks. She steps forward going to reach out to Seifer but he doesn’t move or even react to the touch of her hand against his shoulder. She continues staring at her with an uninterested gaze as she steps back showing signs of getting mad once again.
Chelsea: What is wrong with you Seifer! It’s like I don’t even know you anymore!
Staring into his eyes desperation begins to show as her eyes dart around the arena looking as if she’s trying to form a plan.
Zach Davis: Looks like Chelsea’s trying to find her next move in the crowd…sadly I don’t think she’s going to find any inspiration out there.
Looking back at Seifer Chelsea’s eyes narrow in as her face has turned to one of hate and sadness as she swings her hand quickly connecting with his jaw and sending the sound echoing within the arena.
Erin Robbins: Holy crap Chelsea just left a solid red imprint against Seifer’s cheek! I can see it from here!
Seifer still doesn’t move though, instead he answers her slap with a simple laugh before stepping before her and pulling her towards him, but he doesn’t hug her instead he whispers something into her ear that is unable to be made out by the cameras or anyone close. When he steps back though her face is one of pure shock and melancholy, she makes no attempts to stop him as its unsure if she can even move.
Zach Davis: It appears whatever Seifer told Chelsea has put her into a state of shock.
Erin Robbins: and it doesn’t appear that Seifer is over, look at his new girl, looks like she wants a piece of Chelsea after delivering that slap to Seifer.
Zach Davis: and I swear Seifer gave her a nod before she got into the ring…did he plan for this to happen?
Chelsea doesn’t seem to notice that Lorelei has gotten into the ring as she walks over to Chelsea with a wide smile across her lips. Not seeming satisfied with Chelsea’s current state she puts a hand under Chelsea’s chin forcing her to look at her. Chelsea doesn’t even have enough time to register what’s happening before Lorelei swings her hand hard placing a sharp slap across her face with enough force that it sends Chelsea to her knees and tears immediately begin streaming from her cheek.
Zach Davis: I swear that almost knocked Chelsea clean out!
Erin Robbins: Lorelei seems pleased with herself; she appears to be skipping up the ramp to meet Seifer and Samuel who are already at the top.
The three turn around staring at Chelsea who is holding her cheek and crying uncontrollably before they disappear behind the curtain. The crowd looks to be in shock and confusion over what just happened as Chelsea rolls out of the ring and begins her walk up the ramp still holding her cheek as she stumbles slightly.
Zach Davis: I think that slap disoriented Chelsea a bit.
Erin Robbins: She’s crying! Of course she’s going to be tripping a little; I doubt she can even see the ramp right now.
Getting to the top of the ramp the crowd has begun to cheer making her turn around just in time to see ICE sliding into the ring and looking up straight at Chelsea.
Erin Robbins: I knew he had to be nearby.
For a second it appears Chelsea is going to walk toward him but her gaze is distracted by Scott slowly stepping out from behind the curtain making her stop dead in her tracks.
Zach Davis: And there’s her master ruining the moment.
Erin Robbins: Master? Are you serious? He’s just trying to help Chelsea!
Zach Davis: More like holding her hostage!
Chelsea looks back at ICE before her mouth can be seen mouthing the words “I’m sorry” as she then walks up the ramp continuing to let tears roll down her cheeks before disappearing behind the curtain with Scott and leaving ICE in the ring by himself as the cameras cut to commercial.
Cut backstage to the Director of Operations' Office where Joey Nitro has gathered WCF Security and he does NOT look happy.
Joey Nitro: One too many. Do you understand that? Ana Valentine is one too many. I am NOT having a repeat of Blast! Has anyone found them yet?
The members of security shake their heads.
Zach Davis: Security wasn't able to do anything about these two? They're not hard to find!
Erin Robbins: I dunno Zach. I'm not sure Seth wants him to do anything about this at all.
Zach Davis: It's his job to keep the WCF roster safe! That's what he's trying to do. Neither Sarah Twilight nor Lilith should be here tonight. I for one, can't wait until they're gone!
Joey Nitro: What?! They should have been taken care of already. I don't need any more members of our roster in serious condition now. ... I'm calling the cops. In fact I'm heading out there now to put an end to this!
Zach Davis: It's too late Nitro. The damage has been done!
Erin Robbins: He's got to do SOMETHING though.
The camera opens in a small workshop. The sound of drilling is audible, as flashes of light go on and off intermittently. Small tools are scattered all over wooden tables, and there is a general feel of disarray in the scene. From what can be seen, it is obvious that the progenitor is extremely busy. Sawdust, wood chippings, and metal fillings is seen everywhere, and what seems like a quart of motor oil is in a bucket on the floor.
The room is seemingly empty, but as the camera pans to the left, a masked man in a chemical suit is seen on a table, hard at work. The sound of scribbling fills the air as his sketching pencil flies across the paper. He is drawing a blueprint of what appears to be… something of mechanical origin. But from the distance, it is hard to tell what is it that he is designing exactly. The camera zooms in, but before the focus could be adjusted enough to see the design, a glove-covered hand covers it.
The camera pans up, only to be confronted by a close-up shot of the man in the chemical suit. And then, the camera fades out to black.
Zach Davis: This is that time, of the night, when everyone refills their snacks. If you're doing that, at this particular moment, I suggest to hurry up. Because the three way match for the final spot for the Ultimate Showdown.
Erin Robbins: This will be THE match to watch tonight!! All three gentlemen are former WCF World Heavyweight Championship. They will be fighting for the last spot available in the Ultimate Showdown match, where all the titles are up for grabs.
Zach Davis: Big time opportunities for Nathan von Liebert, The Monster Oblivion and The Inveterate Confederate Johnny Reb here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Each one has a legitimate chance of winning this match up. Who will end up on top?
Zach Davis: Your guess is good as mine, Erin Robbins.
A soft, unnamed violin piece begins to play over the PA, calm and collected.
Erin Robbins: You know what THAT means... Here comes Nathan von Liebert!!
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.
Normally, we'd hear three screams. But instead... NvL's music cuts.
Zach Davis: What is this?
Instead of the screams, a Celtic Tartan appears on the screen. Nathan looks up at it, angry and a little confused. 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.
Erin Robbins: NvL looks ready and determined to win this match. But what was with the Tartan?
Zach Davis: There is only one man in WCF I associate with a Tartan, Erin. But as for tonight, Nathan von Liebert is about to face two veterans in this company, who have been around the world. Winning championships after championships. Oblivion and Johnny Reb are legends. Nathan von Liebert is NOT gonna have an easy time, in this match.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Hershey Park 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 Hershey Park Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: The Monster sure has IT's game face on tonight.
Oblivion points at Nathan von Liebert, screaming at him.
Oblivion: Ready to give these bunch of Hershey squirts an outstanding battle?!
NvL just sneers at Oblivion.
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynyrd Skynyrd "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at 205 pounds and is from Sweet Water, Alabama... "The Inveterate Confederate" Johnny Reb!!
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.
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb enters the ring.
Zach Davis: The bell has rung, which indicates that this match-up is underway!!
Some of the crowd: LET'S GO R... E... B!!
Others in the crowd: NO!! LET'S GO N.... V.... L!!
The rest of the crowd: HELL NO!! LET'S GO O... B... I!!
Some of the crowd: R... E... B!! R... E... B!! R... E... B!!
Others in the crowd: N.... V.... L!! N.... V.... L!! N.... V.... L!!
The rest of the crowd: O... B... I!! O... B... I!! O... B... I!!
Zach Davis: Erin!! We can barely hear ourselves think or even talk. This Hershey Pennsylvanian crowd is sure hyped up for this match-up!!
Oblivion starts to take several long and heavy hyper strides. Making noise each time Oblivion slams a massive boot down to the mat. Oblivion made it look like IT was charging at each of IT's opponents. Johnny Reb and Nathan von Liebert end up ring side.
Erin Robbins: NvL just slammed both of his hands on our commentary table.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is slowly frustrating NvL, a former colleague with Oblivion inside Monster's Inc and The Church of the Dark Saints.
Oblivion grabs a top ring rope and proceeds to shake the rope, while roaring out.
Erin Robbins: Both NvL and Johnny Reb are right in front of us!!
Liebert nails Reb with a forearm smash.
Zach Davis: NvL slams Johnny Reb with a forearm smash, but it was Johnny Reb counters with a right hand, to the jaw of NvL!
Von Liebert shakes the forearm shot off...
Erin Robbins: That headbutt makes Johnny Reb stumble back.
Zach Davis: Nathan von Liebert charges at a kneeling Johnny Reb.
Reb is leaning against the security railing, when NvL charges at him.
NvL charges at Reb....
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! Johnny Reb just back body dropped NvL, into the time keeper's area.
Erin Robbins: That was too funny!!
Zach Davis: Was not!!
Erin Robbins: It sure was. Kyle Steel had to scamper out of the way a flying NvL. Von Liebert would of crashed right into him!!
Johnny Reb just stands there looking at a fallen NvL.
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT JOHHNY REB!!!
Oblivion flies off the top turnbuckle and nails Reb with a flying clothesline.
Erin Robbins: The Monster knocks down Johnny Reb!!
Oblivion picks up Reb, but The Inveterate Confederate grabs and pushes The Monster backwards.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb just pushed Oblivion into the ring post.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion's back of IT's head made contact with the ring post.
Oblivion is down on one knee. Reb flies towards the time keeper's area.
Zach Davis: What is he doing?! He's climbing up to the security railing. Reb is trying to stay balanced on the thin bar of metal.
Oblivion is now slowly standing up.
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb flies off the security railing!!
Zach Davis: Double sledge hammer across the top of the skull of Oblivion!!
The Monster drops to the padded ringside area.
Erin Robbins: Where did he come from?!?!
Johnny Reb collapses down to the ringside area.
Zach Davis: From out of nowhere NvL does a phenomenal spinning roundhouse kick, knocking Johnny Reb down to the mats.
Von Liebert walks over to Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: Oblivion was playing opossum!!
The Monster grabs the waistband of NvL and throws him face first into the nearby ring post. NvL slowly turns around. The Monster's eyes roll back and Oblivion roars out...
Zach Davis: Oh crap The Monster Within is out... ALREADY!!
JAB!-SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!- SPINNING BACKHAND SLAP!!- LOW BLOW!!- FRONT KICK!!- EUROPEAN UPPERCUT FOREARM!!
Erin Robbins: Von Liebert stumbles backwards.
Zach Davis: Saturday Night Special!!
Reb nails Oblivion with a corkscrew shooting star DDT. Reb drops a couple of quick elbow drops, before he walks over towards NvL.
Erin Robbins: Nathan von Liebert is watching Johnny Reb walking in his direction.
Nathan von Liebert leaps up onto the security railing and...
Zach Davis: NvL knocks down Johnny Reb with a diving cross-body!!
Von Liebert stands up, throws his arms into the air. Others in the crowd cheers.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion flies off the top turnbuckle!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion knocks NvL down with a plancha!!
Von Liebert quickly stands up and bolts behind Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Something bad is about to happen!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion just got tossed by Nathan von Liebert with an half-nelson suplex.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Oblivion was suplexed into the security wall around the time keeper area. NvL stumbles around.
Erin Robbins: There is a small laceration above the nose but in between the eyes.
Zach Davis: INCOMING!! HERE COMES JOHNNY REB!!
Johnny Reb nails Nathan von Liebert with a inverted Frankensteiner. All three have collapsed to the ringside area.
Crowd: THIS AWESOME!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS AWESOME!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!> THIS AWESOME!! <clap-clap!!> <clap-clap-clap!!>
johnny Reb is the first one to crawl into the ring, struggling to stand upright. Both Oblivion and NvL slowly move.
Zach Davis: It looks like both Nathan von Liebert and Oblivion are moving closer to the ring. But, it's NvL that makes it to the ring.
Instantly Reb grabs Von Liebert and whips him into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: NvL bounces off the ropes. Reb makes an errant swing towards NvL, who ducks and runs towards the other side of the ring.
Zach Davis: Von Liebert bounces off the rope.
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb was already perched on the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Reb flies off the top turnbuckle and nails NvL flying clothesline.
Erin Robbins: Johnny is going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: ONE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEE... NOOOOOOOOOO!!
Erin Robbins: WHAAAAAAAAA?!
Zach Davis: Where in the Hell did Oblivion come from!! I think Oblivion just killed Johnny Reb!!
Crowd: THAT WAS BRUTAL!! THAT WAS BRUTAL!! THAT WAS BRUTAL!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion flew off the top turnbuckle and nearly decapitated Johnny Reb. We'll show you through this instant replay.
As Johnny Reb was making the pin on NvL, when Oblivion comes off the top turnbuckle and timed the leg drop just right, where Johnny Reb's head and neck looked vulnerable. Leg came across the back of the neck, as the leg crashed against the back of the neck. Reb entire torso lunged up, as Reb's neck flopped back and forth very quickly. The rest of the crowd begin to cheer as Oblivion makes the cover.
The referee is right there to make the count.
Crowd: ONE!! TWOOOOOOOOOOO!! THREEEEEEE...
Zach Davis: NvL crashes into The Monster with a springboard moonsault.
Von Liebert crashes down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: These men are somewhat super-human. They have been giving out a 110 percent performance.
Zach Davis: That's right. For a prize being what it is and that is an opportunity in the Ultimate Showdown Match!!
Johnny Reb grabs Von Liebert....
Erin Robbins: Facebreaker DDT!!
Reb flies to a corner and leaps off with a Shooting star elbow drop.
Zach Davis: Southern Discomfort!!
Oblivion flies into the ring....
Erin Robbins: A CHARGING THUNDEROUS CLOTHESLINE FROM OBLIVION!!
Oblivion picks up Johnny Reb and places him on his shoulders. te rest of the crowd gets extremely excited.
Zach Davis: The crowd knows what is about to happen.
Oblivion has Reb in an airplane spin position. But, The Monster knocks the feet off IT's left shoulder, Oblivion nails Johnny Reb with a cutter.
Erin Robbins: 5150!!
Drops to the mat.
The Hershey Park Arena is going completely crazy.
Zach Davis: This has been one Hell of a match.
Erin Robbins: All three competitors are still down. Exhausted, battered and bruised. They gave everything they had tonight in this match-up. An opportunity to be involved in the Ultimate Showdown match.
Stanley Moser: ONE!!!... TWO!!... THREE!!.... FOUR... FIVE.... SIX!!!...
All three begin to stir.
Stanley Moser: ...SEVEN!!
All three are hanging onto the ring ropes, using them to either stand up or keep standing.
Stanley Moser: EIGHT!!... NINE!.....
OBLIVION IS UP!
Stanley Moser: TEN!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: OBLIVION WINS IT!
A second later, both Nathan von Liebert and Johnny Reb make it to their feet, but it's too late. Oblivion made it up first.
Erin Robbins: The Monster, that tough son of a bitch... Oblivion made it up just one second faster, and as a result he's going to Ultimate Showdown!
Zach Davis: Oblivion joins Jayson Price as one of the few non-Champion men to make it into the match! He's got a chance not just to regain the Hardcore Championship, but to win the World Title once more as well!
Both Nathan and Reb are exhausted and drop to their feet once they realize the match is over. Oblivion gets his arm raised before leaving the ring as well.
Erin Robbins: That said, I don't think the personal issues between Oblivion and Reb are over.
We return to Slam where Joey Nitro is already in the ring with a microphone in hand and he looks FURIOUS. A number of Hershey Police surround him. The capacity crowd is anticipating him handling the dangerous situation that has been taking place all night.
Joey Nitro: SARAH TWILIGHT! LILITH! I know you two are back there somewhere and I am telling you RIGHT NOW! This will STOP! I demand you get your asses out to this ring and surrender. I am fully prepared to file charges against you should you not cooperate.
Zach Davis: If they don't cooperate?! Look at what they've done! File every charge you can think of at them!
Erin Robbins: I have a feeling this week isn't going to end as easily as Blast's fiasco.
Nitro paces the ring, growing impatient.
Joey Nitro: I said ... get your asses out here NOW! This is NOT a ...
Nitro is interrupted as "Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits the arena. The crowd immediately boos as Seth Lerch walks out onto the stage.
Seth Lerch: Nitro, what the hell do you think you're doing in my ring? Did I ASK you to call the police?
Nitro looks very confused as he stammers for a response.
Joey Nitro: But sir ... they're putting the entire roster at risk. They are ruining the show. I am just ...
Again he is cut off as Seth speaks over him.
Seth Lerch: You are just going to keep quiet and do what I tell you to do. I warned every one of you that this recent lack of respect. People leaving, biting the hand that feeds them was going to cost all of you. I tried ... I TRIED to keep them away to keep all of you happy! But I'm not trying anymore! I WELCOME THIS!
Nitro is SHOCKED.
Joey Nitro: But sir ...
Seth looks at the police officers in the ring and motions them off.
Seth Lerch: Thank you but we won't be needing you out here after all.
The Police exit the ring leaving Nitro alone inside the squared circle at the request of the WCF owner. Nitro looks even more confused now.
Seth Lerch: Come to think of it ... I won't be needing your services anymore either, Joey.
The crowd begins to gasp and boo loudly as from either side of the ring, Sarah Twilight and Lilith emerge from the crowd much as they did at Blast. Nitro stands in the ring realizing he is now without a job ... and surrounded.
Zach Davis: WHAT?! He just fired Joey Nitro and ... sicked the wolves on him!
Erin Robbins: Like I said, he has opened Pandora's box here! Joey Nitro is about to be the latest example of what happens when you let those contents into WCF!
Nitro tries to make a dash to exit the ring as Twilight slides inside stalking him. But as he rolls out he is caught by Lilith with an excruciating claw grip to his face. She digs her long black fingernails deep into his flesh as she DRAGS him around the ring. Sarah follows outside where she and Lilith take hold of the former DOO and send him CRASHING face fist into the ring steps. Seth watches on with glee from the stage.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! The man has been fired. This isn't necessary!
Erin Robbins: Whether it is or not, it's not going to be stopped. That's for sure.
Lilith repeatedly smashes Nitro's face into the steps as Sarah now opts to look for something under the ring. She settles on a broomstick that had been dettached from the sweeping mechanism.
Zach Davis: How much worse can things get tonight?! UGH!
Erin Robbins: I think we're about to get that answer.
Lilith rolls Nitro over. His face cut and bruised from the steps as he gasps with glazed over eyes. Sarah wastes no time as she takes the end of the broomstick and JABS it into Nitro's throat causing him to immediately panic and gulp desperately for air. Over and over again she JAMS the broomstick into his throat, undoubtedly crushing his windpipe and various other elements within.
Zach Davis: Oh ... I ... UGHHHHHHHH
Erin Robbins: Careful! Don't get any on my shoes! I just bought these!
Sarah leans her weight into the broomstick as Nitro's hands come up despertaely trying to remove it from against his throat. Lilith climbs onto the apron and smiles wickedly before JUMPING onto Sarah's back, causing even MORE force onto the broomstick. Nitro begins to convulse and jolt around violently on the outside as the broomstick is finally removed from his neck.
Sarah Twilight and Lilith laugh as they watch his agony for a few moments before finally departing up the ramp. Trash is thrown at them and a chorus of boos follow them. Atop the ramp, Seth Lerch applauds their actions.
Zach Davis: How long Seth? How long do you you think you'll be able to control these two? What the hell have you done?!
Erin Robbins: I don't think he has them under control now ... I think he knows that. The scary part is ... I don't think he cares.
Nitro continues to convulse on the ground as massive amounts of blood gurgle in his mouth and throat, bubbling upward and pouring from the sides of his mouth. His hands clutched around his neck as he fights to breathe. The crowd still in complete shock. Sarah Twilight and Lilith have already departed to the back and Seth Lerch stands at the stage shaking his head at a disturbed and angry audience. Behind him on the video wall his own warning is displayed in large bold letters.
"YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF ... WCF."
Kyle Steel: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall, and is the MAIN EVENT!
The crowd pops!
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... WCF HARD TO THE CORE CHAMPION... Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: WCF's newest Hardcore champion, Alexander Richards.
Erin Robbins: He's been fighting for that championship for some time now, and now he's living proof that hard work and dedication can pay off. Here he is in the main event of Slam. Great future for this guy, even if he's... you know. Insane.
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 ... WCF UNITED STATES OF 'MERICA CHAMPION... Natural ICE Beckman!! USA! USA! USA!
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: Listen to those USA chants. ICE Beckman has been establishing himself as a top talent since he walked in the door.
Erin Robbins: Before Blast, we saw him align himself with Buddy Roman and the Vapor Kings. Great move, in my opinion. Those guys will be running WCF one day.
Kyle Steel: And now, introducing their opponents...
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Music bellows over the p.a. system as smoke fills both the entrance and ramp way. The lights repeatedly flicker as the smoke begins to clear, revealing Arabella midway down the ramp. As she reaches the ring, a black cauldron begins lowering into the center of the ring. Smoke flows over the smoldering cauldron as Arabella slides into the ring via under the bottom rope and makes her way to the cauldron before kneeling down next to it.
Kyle Steel: From the Deep South, USA... weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds... she is the WCF CHAMPION OF THE ONLINE INTERWEBZ... ARABELLA MONTGOMERY!
Erin Robbins: Congratulations to this woman for finally taking the Internet title from Caliban.
Zach Davis: I'll admit, I never thought Caliban would lose. The division was his, but it's like they say-- you never know what's going to happen in WCF.
Erin Robbins: Who says that? I've never heard anybody say that.
Zach Davis: Anyway, here comes Orbit!
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as "The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. He struts towards the ring, taking plenty of time to interact with the fans-- especially the ladies.
Kyle Steel: From Oakland, California... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION'S "WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD" CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE HOLDER... "THE MACK"... STEVE WORLD CHAMPION ORBIT!
At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to a ringhand. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips to a huge pop from the crowd. "OR-BIT" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and waits in his corner for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit left Blast with the WCF World Championship-- barely.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, that was bullcrap. Nobody wants the main event to end in a draw. I asked for a refund, it's being processed. They told me it's being processed and the check is in the mail.
Zach Davis: Good luck with that. Anyway, it appears Pantheon has smoothed things over between Orbit and Price, so hopefully they're all friends again!
The ref collects the four title belts from the four participants in the match and passed them off to a ring hand.
DING DING DING
Orbit and ICE take their spots on the apron as Arabella and Richards remain in the ring.
Zach Davis: Interesting main event we have here. All participants are current WCF champions. Orbit is teaming with somebody outside Pantheon, and ICE is teaming with Richards, who is not a Vapor King.
Erin Robbins: Good stuff. Should be a great match!
Richards towers over the much smaller Arabella Montgomery. They circle each other. When Richards goes in for a tie-up, Arabella takes him down with an armdrag. Richards rolls to his feet and Arabella hits him with a few chops to the chest before executing a dropkick to his chest. He stumbles back, and Arabella hits the ropes for momentum, coming back with a crossbody-- Richards catches her, dropping her on his knee with a backbreaker.
Erin Robbins: This is an absolute mismatch. I applaud Arabella's success, especially her big Internet title win, but I don't see how she can do much damage against a guy who is almost a foot taller and a couple hundred pounds heavier.
Zach Davis: It happens all the time in this sport! Size doesn't matter!
Arabella gets back to her feet and Richards floors her with a running big boot. Arabella rolls on the mat in pain. After a few moments she begins to get up, and Richards is there to pull her to her feet. He hits her with a chop to the throat and then whips her to the ropes-- she ducks a clothesline on the return. Richards spins around-- and gets hit with a springboard roundhouse kick!
Zach Davis: That's the right stuff. Using the ropes for momentum.
Richards is reeling. Arabella kicks him in the gut, and puts him in a front facelock-- she runs up the ropes for a springboard tornado DDT!
Zach Davis: What were you saying about a mismatch, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Whatever. I'm just saying what everyone else is thinking.
Montgomery pins Richards.
Erin Robbins: Kickout at two!
Arabella heads to her corner and tags in Steve Orbit. Orbit enters the ring to a huge pop.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Champ!
Orbit waits for Richards to get to his feet. He cocks back the hand. The crowd pops again. Orbit circles Richards, and when he gets up, he unloads the Pimp Slap! But Alex Richards ducks it, and floors Orbit with a short arm lariat!
Erin Robbins: HA.
Richards shakes out the cobwebs and pulls Orbit to his feet. He connects with a series of headbutts before walking Orbit to his team's corner and tagging in ICE Beckman.
Erin Robbins: The ICE man cometh!
Zach Davis: ... Yeah!
Richards holds Orbit while ICE kicks him in the ribs. Richards exits the ring as ICE tosses Orbit into the corner and begins hitting him with right hands. Richards climbs to the second rope and continues to hammer Orbit with right hands.
Zach Davis: Natural ICE is pummeling the World Champion. Perhaps making a statement?
Erin Robbins: Orbit himself had a historic reign with the United States title before going on to become a two-time World Champion. I'm sure ICE is looking forward to his shot at Ultimate Showdown.
ICE pulls Orbit out of the corner and plants him with a clothesline before dropping down for a pin attempt.
Zach Davis: Orbit kicks out at two!
ICE hits a falling headbutt. He rolls to his feet and drops another headbutt before putting Orbit in a reverse chinlock. Orbit struggles to break free. After a few moments, the crowd starts "OR-BIT" chants.
Erin Robbins: Annnd the crowd is firmly behind our scumbag pimp World Champion.
Orbit begins to feel the energy from the crowd. He struggles and gets to his feet, as ICE tightens the chinlock-- but Orbit hits him with elbows to the gut! Soon he breaks free and it's Orbit with a quick jab. Another jab and then Orbit with a kick to the thigh, followed by a standing dropkick that sends ICE stumbling backwards. Orbit whips him to the opposite ropes, and catches him with a belly-to-belly suplex on the return!
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is finally in control!
Orbit slips out to the apron and slingshots in with a double legdrop. He covers ICE.
Richards breaks up the pin!
Zach Davis: Hardcore champion, perhaps saving the match for his team.
Erin Robbins: You don't know that. ICE would have kicked out. Don't assume things.
The ref issues Alex Richards a stern warning but he doesn't care. That's why he's the Hardcore champion. He stomps on Orbit a few times before finally exiting the ring... only for ICE to make the tag. Richards enters the ring once again. Orbit slowly gets to his feet but Richards hits him with some heavy kicks to the body. Richards pulls Orbit up and presses him over his head.
Erin Robbins: What a display of strength by our Hardcore champion-- wait!
Orbit squirms, and he slips behind Richards-- when Richards spins around, Orbit hits him with a backhand slap!
Zach Davis: PIMP SLAP!
Orbit follows up with the signature jawbreaker. Richards bounces backwards, selling the shit out of it. The crowd is cheering as Arabella has her hand extended, stomping on the apron-- Orbit dives and makes the tag!
Zach Davis: Here comes the Internet Champion!
Richards is on one knee as Arabella enters the ring and executes a Shining Wizard! She drops down for the pin.
Erin Robbins: RICHARDS KICKS OUT BEFORE THREE!
Arabella is pumped up. She hammers Richards with right hands as he tries to get up. He gets to his feet, she sends a kick to his midsection, but he catches it-- she counters with an enzuigiri, but Richards ducks it! He grabs the other leg and GIANT SWINGS her directly into the corner!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Richards grabs Arabella out of the corner and sets her up for a belly-to-back suplex-- he wraps his hand around her throat and choke slams her on her head as he completes the suplex!
Erin Robbins: THE FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT! Richards with the cover!
Orbit breaks up the pin!
Erin Robbins: I HATE THAT GUY!
ICE has had enough and he rushes into the ring. He begins brawling with Orbit, trading right hands. The ref tries to regain control, but eventually ICE clotheslines Orbit over the top rope-- they both spill outside and continue brawling at ringside.
Zach Davis: This is chaos! And a taste of what's to come at Ultimate Showdown!
Richards measures up the Internet Champion once more, grabbing her by the throat....
Erin Robbins: ZIM-QUILA HANGOVER!
Richards quickly adjusts into a Crossface!
Zach Davis: CROSSFACE APPLIED!
Arabella tries to fight it but she can't ! She taps!
Erin Robbins: Beckman and Richards win it!
The bell sounds as Richards gets to his feet. Orbit and Beckman continue to brawl on the outside.
Zach Davis: Like we said earlier, this is just a taste of Ultimate Showdown! And it looks like things are getting really heated between Orbit and Beckman!
Richards grabs his Hardcore Title and rolls out, as does Montgomery. Orbit grabs Beckman's head and slams it into the nearby ring steps before rolling him back into the ring.
Erin Robbins: The match is over, but these two don't seem to care. Are things getting personal?
Orbit has decided enough is enough and grabs his World Title, beginning to leave up the ramp. Beckman is up, however, and he yells to Orbit, challenging him to get back in and calling him a few choice words.
Zach Davis: Oh goodness. He can't say those things on TV!
Orbit hears him and glances towards the ring, incredulous. He looks around, trying to decide if it's worth it... and slides back in!
Erin Robbins: HERE WE GO!
Erin Robbins: Wait... what's this?!
ICE, Richards and Arabella all surround Orbit in the ring.
Erin Robbins: Haha! As they say, the World Champion always has a target on his back!
Zach Davis: These three aren't waiting for Ultimate Showdown!
Orbit begins to ready himself for another fight. Just then... "Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits!
Zach Davis: Here comes the reinforcements!
Price, Fly, Black and Purse all run towards the ring. ICE, Richards and Arabella Montgomery back off and exit the ring. All of the Pantheon members enter the ring.
Zach Davis: I told you they were back on the same page!
Fly, Black and Purse begin to play to the crowd. They all climb a turnbuckle. Price starts to help Orbit to his feet...
Erin Robbins: HA!
Orbit shoves off Price, and hits him with a backhand slap!
Erin Robbins: PIMP SLAP!
Zach Davis: NO!
Price stumbles backwards, holding his face. He checks his lip for blood, glaring at Orbit. Fly, Black and Purse realize something happened judging by the crowds reaction. They drop down from the turnbuckles and get in between Price and Orbit. Orbit barks at Price from across the ring as Price just glares at him, looking shocked.
Zach Davis: What does this mean?
Erin Robbins: Too many egos! Just like I said earlier. These guys can't coexist.
Zach Davis: We'll have to wait until next week for answers, we're out of time! Goodnight!
Fade out and Slam goes off the air.. or it doesn't? Seth Lerch pops up on the Jumbotron.
Seth is sitting at his desk. Again, his eyes are bloodshot, and there's clearly a bottle of half drank Yuengling sitting on the desk.
Seth Lerch: So Eric Price is back too, huh?
Seth leans back, putting his feet on the table.
Seth Lerch: Sarah Twilight, Eric Price.... Great job, WCF! And Jonny Fly is still around, too. You've got some of the best owners ever. Who's going to come after me first, I wonder? HAHA!
Seth's laugh sounds... maniacal? Out of touch.
Seth Lerch: I'll tell you who. NO ONE. Because I'm the best owner WCF has ever had! EVER! And I'll prove it. I'm going to make Ultimate Showdown even bigger.
The crowd in the arena not rushing to their cars to beat the rush pops.
Zach Davis: ...How?
Seth Lerch: I'll tell you, Zach.
Zach Davis: HE HEARD ME?!
Seth Lerch: For the first time ever... the WCF Tag Team Championships will be up for grabs in the Showdown match!
Erin Robbins: But.. again, how? We already have eight people in this match, is he seriously adding Team Science too?
Seth Lerch: At the end of the day, this is a World Title shot after all. Even though Team Science has proven that they've beaten most any tag team put in front of them... I'm still not convinced. And, to be honest, I'm still not convinced I want ten men in this match. So next week on Slam, Team Science needs to prove themselves.
The crowd murmurs.
Seth Lerch: At Slam, Team Science will face the two non-Champions already scheduled to be in the Showdown match. That means... Team Science faces Oblivion and Jayson Price!
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: What a match!
Erin Robbins: You said it! Oblivion managed to get a victory against Nathan earlier tonight, but Team Science has proven themselves to be one of the greatest tag teams in WCF history. Jayson Price has won every Title in WCF, and many of them more than once.
Seth Lerch: If Oblivion and Price win, quite frankly, they stop a threat. Not only do they become the Tag Team Champions, they stop Micayle and von Liebert from being able to make in to the Ultimate Showdown match where they can become the Tag Team Champions. However, if Team Science can win... the Ultimate Showdown match becomes a ten man debacle. We'll see how this turns out next week!
Seth Lerch: The road to Ultimate Showdown isn't over, fans - it's just getting started. Who will make it into the biggest match in WCF history, where EVERY belt is on the line?
With that, Slam fades to black.