Erin Robbins: We have a lot of great matches here tonight and..
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 over his shoulder with the real hardcore championship 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... The Current Hardcore Champion, "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex motions to the back and his hander and friend Shaun Zach walks out. The two talk and slap hands with the fans before eventually entering the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing themselves.
Erin Robbins: Like I said we have a lot of great matches tonight so we do we need this guy out here? And why does he have a new nickname?
Zach Davis: Because it's fun Erin. That's way the fans love this fan because he's fun.
Erin Robbins: Bah, I think the good doctor taking his head off would be fun.
Alex reaches into his doctor's bag, pulls out a mic and begins to speak.
Alex Richards: As you might have guessed there is a sign up sheet in the locker room. People sign it when they want to come out here and talk. They come out here and talk about their rivals, they talk about their matches. Snore!
Shaun Zach: I thought you were going to talk about Ultimate Showdown. You do have an opportunity to win the world championship.
Alex Richards: Yeah I could talk about the ultimate showdown. Or I could talk about Doctor Rammus Anus... but you know... I'm not like everybody else.
Shaun Zach: Yeah no kidding.
Alex Richards: So instead I'm going to let all you guys know how I spent my week off. Since I wasn't wrestling this week I had the whole week to prepare. Prepare to achieve another one of my life long dreams! I won the hardcore championship. That's one thing off the bucket list. I bought a bucket that's another thing off the bucket list. But I wanted to dress up as Santa Claus!
Shaun Zach: And I told you, firstly it's July. Secondly if you really wanted to you could do that anywhere. You could dress up as Santa tonight.
Alex Richards: You just don't understand. I wanted to be Santa damnit! Not some cheap iminator! So I went ahead and got in my van and drove all the way to Frankenmuth, Michigan! And I went into Boner's Winter Wonderland.
Shaun Zach: Alex, that name is not even close. It's Bronner's Christmas Wonderland.
Alex Richards: Why didn't you tell me that earlier?
Shaun Zach: I think.. many many times.
Alex Richards: No wonder that guy I called Mister Boner was so mad. But you know I don't regret it, apparently they don't allow amateurs to dress up in their store! So you know what I did?
Shaun Zach: Something stupid?
Alex Richards: I broke out the Zim-Quila and I got the whole lot of elves working there drunk as homing pigeons.
Shaun Zach: You get homing pigeons drunk?
Alex Richards: There's a lot you don't know about me. But I do know this... one of those little guys threw up on the largest christmas tree in the store and there is no better way to celebrate a week off! Now I wanted all you fans to celebrate with me. But apparently I don't have a liquor license so I can't give you all free Zim-Quila.
The crowd boos and a Fuck You Seth chant starts
Alex Richards: Yeah, apparently setting people on fire is okay to do every week but I can't give away free hooch. So since I can't get drunk with the crowd I'll have to drink alone. But first I have a few words to say. Dr. Anus, I know the minute I came on television you instantly got jealous. You instantly thought I can never be as entertaining as the hardcore champion, the Archduke of Mass Confusion. And you're right, you can't be. But Doctor.. if you're jealous.. if I make you angry... then Doctor I have a challenge for you... Do something about it! Because when or if you try to I know how it's going to end... with me standing over your prone form screaming YOLO ADRIAN! I GOT IT! BOOOOOOOOOOOM!
The crowd chants along with Alex's now semi famous catch phrase as I'm Not Like Everybody Else starts up again and Alex and his handler walk off to loud cheering.
Zach Davis: The hardcore champion certainly makes for an entertaining and dangerous addition to the WCF roster doesn't he?
Erin Robbins: Remus is going to humble him mark my words.
As we start the first match of Slam, both Bill Bellows and Terry Roberts are already in the ring.
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.
Zach Davis: He's the Face of Treachery, heeeeeere's Logan!
Logan is looking all business as the bell sounds. Terry Roberts runs at him and Logan ducks a Clothesline attempt.
Erin Robbins: IMPACT STYLE!
Logan hits the Impact Style out of nowhere! Roberts flies out of the ring. Bellows runs at him next and Logan catches him into a Sleeper.
Zach Davis: Oh goodness.
Erin Robbins: CONNECTOR!
Logan floats over and goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: Holy moly! Logan with an impressive victory.
The fans boo as Logan gets to his feet, looking down at the competition as he gets his arm raised.
Erin Robbins: I would like to know Logan's all time WCF win/loss ratio. How many matches has this man had?
Cut to the locker room. All of Pantheon-- minus Jayson Price-- are there. Corey Black, Jonny Fly and Jeff Purse are seated, facing Steve Orbit who is standing.
Steve Orbit: Last week y'all told me we were gonna deal with this internally. We're all here, let's deal with it. I'm listening.
Corey Black: We aren't all here, bro.
Steve Orbit: Look-- I want you guys to be honest, and I dunno if you can do that with Price around. He's been actin' crazy for a while now and I think it's time to think about taking action against him as a group.
Jonny Fly: Action?
Jeff Purse: What kind of action?
Steve Orbit: I'm talking about removing the problem. I want Jayson Price out of Pantheon.
Grumbles from everyone.
Steve Orbit: He's a threat to all of us. If he'll turn on me, why not you, Fly? Or you, Corey? Purse?
Corey Black: Listen, Steve--
Steve Orbit: Nah. Fuck that. I'm tired of the runaround and letting shit slide. We're dealing with this right here, right now. He was out to get me again last week! You all saw it.
Corey Black: Hold on. What we saw, was you Pimp Slap him. What we saw was you jumping to conclusions.
Steve Orbit: You serious? The mother fucker already got over on me enough times for me to recognize a sneak attack when I see one.
Just then, the door swings open. Jayson Price walks into the locker room. Everybody is silent, as they turn to look at Price. Price looks around and puts his hands on his waist, shaking his head.
Jayson Price: So this is how it is.
Fly gets up from his seat.
Jonny Fly: Jayson, wait. It's not what you think, man.
Jayson Price: Having a meeting without me? Gee, I wonder what the topic of discussion could be.
Price turns to walk out.
Corey Black: PRICE!
Corey gets up and follows Price outside the locker room. They stand outside the door.
Corey Black: I know how this looks. But you have to understand--
Jayson Price: Oh, I do understand. Perfectly. And you know what? I don't think I need to deal with this bullshit anymore.
Price turns and walks down the hall.
Corey Black: Price!
Price turns around one last time.
Jayson Price: Save it, Corey.
Price disappears around the corner. Corey runs a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath.
As we go to our next match and second Triple Threat of the night, both Caspian King and Jessica Evans are already in the ring.
Zach Davis: Next up, our third competitor... Anthony Douglas!
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 opponents.
Erin Robbins: Anthony Douglas is looking all business here tonight.. just like every night for this man.
Caspian King runs right into a boot from Douglas. Douglas then executes a Side Backbreaker. Evans runs at him next, and he takes her down with a Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: Douglas showing dominance early on.
Douglas stomps at both Evans and King as the fans begin to boo. King stumbles up but Douglas takes him right back down with a Spinning Neckbreaker.
Erin Robbins: Much more our first match, Anthony Douglas is in complete control.
He stomps away at Evans some more, who has been unable to get up. He stomps her legs before lifting her and throwing her to the ropes.
Zach Davis: HIGH HEAT!
He hits the Diamond Cutter before grabbing her legs and quickly wrapping her in a Sharpshooter!
Erin Robbins: Aanndd the Dark Sun! He's got it locked in perfectly!
Within a second or two, Evans taps out!
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas wins it in an impressive fashion!
Douglas stands up and gets his arm raised. He glares at the camera briefly before exiting the ring and heading to the back.
Erin Robbins: I can see great things in this man's future.
The camera opens backstage as veteran WCF interviewer Hank Brown strides down the corridor, stopping in front of a particular one before knocking somewhat hesitantly on it. A few seconds pass, before slowly, the door creaks open, only to reveal one Doctor Remus Micayle. As always, the man is impeccably dressed. This evening, a slim coral-coloured suit is his choice of attire, accompanied by a matching damask silk tie. A look of slight question is on his face.
Hank Brown: Good evening Doctor, I am guessing by now that you have seen Alexander Richards’s segment in the ring?
Somewhat incredulously, Micayle breaks into a small grin with what seems to be genuine mirth in it after the question. Despite it’s meaning, the expression is still icy-thin and ugly; not a pleasant sight to witness at all.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Oh yes I did Hank, yes I did.
The Scientist stands up straight and stretches his back, revealing his WCF Tag Team Championship held in a previously covered hand.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Now, dear Alexander may presume that his little antics over the course of the past few months have made him a loveable cult figure amongst the fans in the stands. He might be under the assumption that I, Doctor Remus Micayle, a man from superior stock and genes, wishes to take him out. He could perhaps be under the false impression that him, a newly commissioned WCF Hardcore Champion who lucked out in a match and robbed four other men from championship gold, can possibly reach the heights of me, a man in his physical and mental prime. He is all that… and more.
He glances at the camera screen and speaks towards it.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Alexander made his statement tonight. I will make mine soon, as promised. WCF Galaxy, Alexander, Seth Lerch… prepare yourselves.
His eyes raving with slight gaiety, Micayle smiles smugly at the camera. The camera then fades to black as Slam goes to commercial.
Slam returns from commercial where there's some medical staff placing someone onto a stretcher on the outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back from commercial break and you can obviously see the commotion going on at the moment at ringside. What transpired during the commercial break, I don't even have words to explain it. It was absolutely horrible.
Erin Robbins: If you can't explain it, then roll the footage and let the tape speak for itself. Producer, roll the tape.
Slam cuts to the tape where during the commercial break we see the beloved Baltimore Orioles mascot, the Oriole Bird inside the ring shooting out Orioles t-shirts to the fans in attendance, promoting this years season and upcoming home games. But from the crowd a man in jeans and a cut-off sleeve shirt jumps the ringside guardrail and slides into the ring quickly leaping to his feet. The man stands still behind the mascot, staring a hole through the Oriole Bird from under his long, wet black hair. He's a huge intimidating man, a slight darker skin with a masterpiece of a ripped physique. After the last t-shirt is shot into the stands the mascot turns around and jumps back, startled for a second at the un expecting visitor. The Oriole Bird offers one final t-shirt to the man, however he still hasn't moved a muscle from the corner. The mascot starts to jump around the ring, trying to get the fans to encourage the mystery man to take the gift, however the man has other plans as he finally moves. He walks alongside the ropes, lining up the poor man inside the Oriole costume. The unknown man starts to lean against the ropes, slightly bouncing off of them in place. As soon as the bird turns around again, the man charges and sends the Oriole Bird flipping into the air and crashing hard to the mat with a vicious Clothesline from Hell.
The fans in attendance go silent as this huge mystery man gets to his feet and stares down at the fallen mascot, who's head piece has fallen off, revealing him to be a young kid, no older then twenty years old. As the kid gasps in pain on the mat, the attacker bends down and lifts the mascot to his feet before placing his head between his legs. The unknown attacker looks out into the shocked crowd with zero emotion on his face before he plants the kid into the mat with a powerbomb. He stares down at his victim, burning another hole into him before turning his glance to the crowd. He starts to walk away as the fans in attendance start to send him a chorus of boos. He stops in his tracks, listening to the reaction and immediately turns around and brings the fallen mascot to his feet. The kid, barely able to stand against the ropes, seemingly out on his feet, grabs hold of his attackers shoulders trying to catch his balance. The unknown attacker then grabs the kids arm and fires him into the ropes. When the kid bounces off and returns, the man charges and almost takes the kids real head off with a catastrophic Brogue Kick. The man then looks out into the booing crown and flex's his arms to his side while letting out a loud yell, almost like a roar. The fans return an even louder boo then the one he received before. He scans through the crowd with his intimidating glance before looking back down at his fallen fallen. Still no smile, no frown, absolute zero emotion on this man's face.He then exits the ring as medical staff rushes into the ring to attend to the beaten mascot. Slam cuts back live.
Erin Robbins: Now, that wasn't absolutely horrible. That was Absolute Annihilation. The man you have just seen, his name is Rebellion. He is six foot five, two-hundred and seventy-five pounds of solid muscle and is as deadly as a pack of hungry wolves. He is only twenty-five years old, yet he is a ten year wrestling veteran! That means he started wrestling at the age of just fourteen! Now I've followed Rebellion's career for a couple years now and he actually contacted me a few days ago via email. And he said that after ten years in the business, paying his dues he has never been overlooked once during his career. He finally makes it to the big-time, the WCF and he's left off the very first card he could've been apart of. And he told me to tell everyone that the sport of wrestling is all about making an impact. And whoever can make the biggest impact are usually the ones who succeed in this business. And he said that come this very Slam show, he was going to make an impact whether the WCF wanted him to or not.
Zach Davis: This is terrible...
Erin Robbins: and as you can see, he's made that impact here tonight. Whether the WCF wanted him to... Or not.
Slam shows the beaten kid, still dressed as the mascot, without his head piece being carted off on a stretcher.
Zach Davis: This next contest should be interesting, Hyena is looking to rebound from a defeat in the final four way next week as he takes on Andrew O'Sulivan.
Erin Robbins: That wasn't a real defeat. No one pinned Hyena. And as for Andrew what's a caitiff?
Zach Davis: It's a despicable person.
Erin Robbins: Know it all. Although it does make me like Andrew already. This should be a good one.
The arena goes pitch black and then a single green light hits the entrance as "Amazing Grace" by Dropkick Murphy starts playing. The flag of Ireland appears on the WCFtron as Andrew O'Sullivan steps out in his black wrestling robe. He rubs his wrists as he walks towards the ring just staring into it. Andrew climbs up on the ring apron and motions for the ref to hold open the middle rope. Andrew steps into the middle and takes his robe off and hands it to the ring side attendant.
Zach Davis: Andrew set to make his debut here. He certainly looks focused there.
Erin Robbins: Or he wasn't quite sure how to get in the ring.
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."
Zach Davis: Hyena looks like he's in a bad mood here tonight.
Erin Robbins: I think he's in a bad mood all the time. His manager Brandon Cross follows him though looking like he's wearing a suit he got off a dead guy. That could be the difference though, having management helping him.
Zach Davis: Yeah but Andrew is a member of the Saints, and their leader Adam Young has been here forever. That experience could lead him to victory.
Both men get in the ring and the opening bell sounds and Hyena immediately bails from the ring to the floor and challenges O'Sulivan to brawl with him on the floor. Andrew looks unsure then drops down to the arena floor and begins to exchange wild punches with Hyena. Andrew seems to be getting the better of things until Hyena executes a drop toe hold bouncing Andrew's face off of the ring apron. Then then mounts him in a Thesz press and unloads with heavy punches as the referee begins to count them both out. Brandon Cross tries to tell Hyena to get back in the ring. He finally glares at them, then rolls back in and out in order to break the count. He then body slams O'Sulivan down on the floor then executes the running double stomp to the midsection of Andrew before finally tossing him back into the ring!
Erin Robbins: Hyena is bringing the aggression here tonight. It looks like he wants to make a statement at O'Sullivan's expense and thus far he's certainly getting his message across.
Hyena wraps both hands around the throat of Andrew and begins to choke him in the middle of the ring. Referee Stanley Moser begins to count and at the count of four Hyena breaks the choke then backs off as Andrew slowly gets to his feet holding his throat, Hyena rushes in connecting with the superman punch knocking O'Sulivan through the ropes back out to the floor!
Zach Davis: Once again Stanley doesn't disqualify a wrestler for using a closed fist. Andrew certainly wishes he did though. He's in a lot of trouble.
Hyena rolls out to the floor and immediately drives a running knee into the back of the stunned O' Sullivan driving him head first right into the ring post. Hyena lets out a primal scream and raises his hands to the crowd again.
Erin Robbins: You have to like a guy who enjoys his work. Hyena back into the ring now and he immediately dives to floor with a planche suicida!
Zach Davis: Thus far this one has been a mis match. But you notice Hyena hasn't even tried for a pin thus far?
Erin Robbins: I think he's having fun in there and doesn't want it to end. He delivers several hard kicks to the ribs of O'Sulivan then tosses him back in. You think if Andrew loses tonight this could be his only appearance in the WCF?
Hyena re enters the ring then immediately whips Andrew to the corner then charges in connecting with a spinning elbow then snap mares down O'Sulivan before dropkicking him to the back of the head. He makes a cover.
Zach Davis: The Caitiff appears to still have a lot left here tonight.
Hyena lifts up Andrew going for a German suplex but eats an elbow to the face, then Andrew spins around connecting with a vicious lariat! O'Sulivan grabs Hyena by the throat lifting him up in a two handed choke lift! Referee Moser counts and at the count of four Andrew tosses Hyena away and off the ropes connecting with a big boot right to the face! He then makes a one foot cover.
easy kick out.
Erin Robbins: That kind of thing just isn't going to get victories around here. Although Andrew might have just been trying to pay back Hyena for his earlier assault.
Andrew shakes his head and waits on Hyena to get up immediately taking him down again with a gut wrench suplex. Then he kicks Hyena in the gut hard with a running kick then backs off and does it again. Hyena rolls onto his back only to be met with a diving leg drop. Andrew makes another cover.
kick out again.
Andrew turns to jaw briefly with referee Stanley then turns back to the action raking the back of Hyena then the eyes. He tosses Hyena off of the ropes for a backdrop and Hyena comes back with a sunset flip.
another kick out!
Andrew throws a clothesline but Hyena ducks then boots him in the gut. He bounces off of the ropes and connects with a face buster on O'Sulivan. Hyena screams again then whips Andrew off of the ropes going for backdrop but O'Sulivan comes back with a nice DDT!
Zach Davis: Both of these guys are certainly showing they have the ability to come back here. Andrew now grabs Hyena by the hair and tosses him right over the top rope easily. He's certainly taking advantage of his size advantage here.
Andrew looks at Hyena laid out on the floor then immediately drops a running elbow drop from the ring apron onto the floor on Hyena who looks like all the wind was just taken out of his sails.
Erin Robbins: Do you know the Irish translation for Bang, Bang?
Andrew rolls Hyena back in and says something in Gaelic. He lifts up Hyena and boots him in the gut before lifting him up and connecting with a jumping piledriver, The Celtic Death!
Andrew gets up only to have Stanley Moser shake his head pointing at Hyena's foot on the ropes.
Zach Davis: Wow, You have to give Hyena credit there. This is no quit in this guy!
Andrew meanwhile kicks the ropes and yells at the ref. He picks Hyena up and viciously avalanche back suplexes him down! He drags Hyena to the middle of the ring and covers again.
shoulder up by the cruiserweight!
Andrew delivers a fist drop and looks like he wants to go for another pin but instead he exits the ring going to the top rope. He launches himself off of the high rent district with a diving elbow but Hyena rolls out of the way! Both men are down now as the referee lays the count on them.
8... Andrew is up
1... Hyena is still just before the count only to be instantly grabbed by O'Sulivan for a vicious spinebuster but Hyena counters it with a spinning tornado DDT! Hyena looks in pain and he bounces off of the ropes connecting with a cross body block but instead of trying for the pin blasts O'Sulivan with a series of forearms! Andrew pushes him off and gets to his feet only to have Hyena spear him down and start to bite the face of O'Sulivan!
Erin Robbins: Is Hyena ever an aggressive sort of competitor! Andrew seems a little put off by the pure rage of his smaller opponent!
Zach Davis: Can you blame him? This guy doesn't seem to care about you do to him. He's still going to try and come back.
Hyena finally gives Andrew a second to breathe only to connect with a hard German suplex laying the Caitiff out in the middle of the ring. Hyena exits the rope heading to the top rope where he connects with a top rope leg drop! Hyena makes the cover.
barely a kick out from O'Sulivan!
Hyena bounces off of the ropes going for a frankensteiner this time but Andrew catches him and delivers a hard powerbomb! Then lifts him up again..
Erin Robbins: This is Andrew's move.. Multiple powerbombs into a jumping piledriver, The Erin Go Braugh!
But the second powerbomb is countered by a successful hurricarana! Andrew turns around holding the back of his head only to come face to face with a grinning Hyena who immediately nails him with the face to face Stunner known as the Last Laugh! He covers him....
Kyle Steel: Your winner of this contest,. Hyena!
Zach Davis: Hyena picks up his first win in the WCF! If he keeps that up it'll likely be his first of many!
Erin Robbins: Sure, now you hop on his bandwagon. I will admit though there are certainly a good number of newcomers who could make a serious impact around here.
Zach Davis: What an incredible match that was. What an incredible show we have going on. We have Hank Brown in the back with Grayson Pierce, Hank…
Hank Brown: Thanks Zach and Erin. I am here with one of the many new members of the WCF roster, The Livewire Grayson Pierce. I just wanted to go over a few things with you before you go out there tonight to compete. First of all, what did you think of The Caspian King. You and him had a bit of a twitter war last week?
Livewire: He was better than I thought, but still clearly needs work. Kid isn’t ready for the big leagues, but I’ll give him a few lessons on wrestling if he ever wants them.
Hank Brown: Nicely put. Last week Jay Omega joined you in bashing Caspian on Twitter and it seems that you two haven’t been getting along this week at all.
Livewire: I mistook his dislike of Caspian and everything he stood for as a respect for me, a mistake that I have since rectified and will certainly prove tonight. It all started when I recommended that he and I take out Easton to have a one on one match to see who truly the best rookie is. He took that sign of respect as a sign of aggression. The man is insecure with his ability and hides behind rude words and slander, but he won’t be able to hide behind anyone tonight. I’m gonna single handedly take out Easton if need be because I want that one-on-one match with Omega so I can shut him up once and for all.
Hank Brown: You seem to be taking Easton lightly, aren’t you?
Livewire: Don’t get me wrong. Michael Easton is a strong and well-rounded fighter, but he is way out of his league in this match. Don’t take my confidence as ignorance. He’s getting everything I have to offer, and if somehow he can impress me tonight, then he will earn my respect, but he hasn’t done or said anything yet for him to do that.
Hank Brown: You talk a lot about respect.
Livewire: When you’re green in a company like me it’s all you have. My title shots are far away, and my shot at main eventer’s are equally as far away, unless I earn the respect. With respect come growth, and with growth comes success. I want to be successful and I WILL be successful. Everyone in the roster, and everyone in the crowd will be in SHOCK and awe after they see me. They will realize that TESLA AIN’T GOT SHIT ON ME!
Hank Brown: Good luck tonight. Will Livewire truly shock us all or will Omega continue his impressive winning streak, or will Michael Easton score the upset win tonight. Only time will tell… Back to you!
The lights dim as Wrecking Ball blasts over the PA system and the camera searches the crowd till Wolf and Morrigan can be seen making their way down through the crowd towards ringside. As Wolf gets to the barricade it climbs up on it and looks around before jumping down and lifting Morrigan over it.
Kyle Steel: Haling from Horsham, England via way of Toronto, Canada and now residing in Chicago, Michigan Robert Wolf.
Wolf slides in to the ring under the bottom rope and stands in one of the corners before taking his hoodie off and handing it to Morrigan as he waits for the match to start.
"Empty your mind, be formless, shapeless like water"
A voice that sounds kind of like Bruce Lee rings out through the arena answered by another older voice telling the people that this is not an easy thing to do, a samurai inspired instrumental with a hip hop beat plays across the arena as Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the "here goes" tattooed across them, he then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang and a pyro of flames screaming at the top of his voice
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! representing Sequitus! HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, THE NEW AGE LIBERTINE J.P. CALIBAN!!!!
Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
The two men tie up and Wolf gets the advantage. He fires off a forearm and then executes a Snap Suplex, taking Caliban to the mat. He then lifts him up and throws him to the ropes. As Caliban comes back he hits an Exploder Suplex!
Erin Robbins: OOF!
Caliban gets right up to his feet-
Zach Davis: LIGHTS OUT!
Wolf hits it! Wolf goes for the pin.
Erin Robbins: WOLF WINS! Out of nowhere!
Wolf quickly rolls out of the ring as Caliban gets back up, pissed.
Zach Davis: Lucky shot out of nowhere from Robert Wolf gets him the win over the former Internet Champion!
We go to commercial as Wolf celebrates outside the ring.
The camera opens in the First Mariner Arena’s employee cafeteria. The place is mostly deserted, with only three people in its premises. One of which is the cafeteria service staff, forced to perform his duty despite the majority of the human populace in the building heavily engrossed in WCF Sunday Night Slam. The other two, however, are two more unorthodox figures one would never expect to see in a cafeteria.
Sitting in the middle of the room is WCF Hardcore Champion Alexander Richards and his manager-cum-fried Shaun Zach. The pair are having a late dinner, busy scarfing down a plate of hot fries. So engrossed they are in their feast that they fail to note an ominous figure standing at the door of the lunchroom.
One smartly dressed Doctor Remus Micayle.
Micayle stares at the hungry duo for several seconds with an expressionless face, before slowly walking away from the scene. The camera fades to black as Richards and Zach continue devouring their rations, not at the least worried of whatever the Scientist threatened them with earlier in the night.
"Breakdown" by Biohazard plays briefly for a bit, and then that's followed by 'I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel. The song continues to play as Biohazard and Tyler Walker come out. They both start to make their way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 485 pounds, Biohazard and Tyler Walker.... the team of BIOWALKER!
Zach Davis: We're back, and we're about to see some six person tag team action!
Erin Robbins: This....I don't know. I have no words. I mean, yeah, Biowalker....they've always been a bizarre tag team, there's no denying that.
"We Are The Borg (Dark Version)" hits as Lone Borg Drone makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 288 pounds, from Wolf 357.... Lone Borg Drone....
Erin Robbins: You're kidding me right?
Zach Davis: Resistance is futile, Erin!
Erin Robbins: Oh shut your fucking mouth!
"Renegade" by Styx hits and the crowd cheers wildly as Doc Henry and Johnny Reb come out.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, first, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, Johnny Reb and Doc Henry, the New Confederacy!
Zach Davis: These fans are happy to see Doc and Reb as they try to get one step closer to getting back in the tag team title hunt.
Erin Robbins: Why do these people still care about them? Blast had to have been the worst night in team history! They lost to Team Science and then they got assaulted by...
Zach Davis: They who shall not be named.
Erin Robbins: Right. But, they don't have that championship spark they once did and they proved that two weeks ago.
"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado hits and the fans explode with a really loud pop. Marina appears on the stage, wearing a black leather jacket and an orange, Baltimore Orioles 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: Well Erin, you may not like her, but Marina Valdivia has continued her roll as of late! We now know that next week, it's going to be the United States Championship!
Erin Robbins: Eric Price is a genius for goading her into it! I mean, she's so foolish! NOBODY beats Natural ICE Beckman! NOBODY!!!!!
Zach Davis: You never know, that can change next week.
Erin Robbins: It's not going to change....
Reb and Biohazard are in the ring to start the match.
DING! DING! DING!
The two step toward each other and start firing right hands at one another. Eventually, Reb gains control with a surprise punch to the gut. Reb then grabs Biohazard and drops him with a belly to belly suplex! Reb stands above him and waits for him to get up. Biohazard stands up and Reb picks him up and drops him into the mat with a scoop slam. Reb stays on him and then locks in a sleeper hold. Biohazard struggles for a bit before he is able to throw some elbows toward the gut of Reb. Biohazard gets to a vertical base and he continues to throw some elbows, but Reb breaks the hold on his own accord and throws him down to the mat again. Biohazard gets up and Reb drops him with a Russian legsweep! Cover.
Reb goes to his corner and makes the tag to Doc Henry. The fans give him a pop as he gets in. Reb doesn't get out just yet. Biohazard gets up and The New Confederacy knock him back down with a flapjack maneuver. Doc gets on Biohazard and fires a few rights before the referee breaks things up. Doc lets Biohazard crawl to a corner and to lay there. Doc goes for a back elbow in the corner, but Biohazard scampers out of the way and makes the tag in his corner to the Drone! Borg gets in and knocks down Doc from behind. Borg stomps Doc repeatedly until the referee puts a stop to it. Doc gets up and Borg knocks him right back down with a shoulder block. Borg then follows up with an elbow drop! Borg then returns the favor by delivering a few punches of his own before the referee puts a stop to it. Borg gets Doc up and then he picks him up and drops him with a vertical suplex! Cover!
Erin Robbins: This is classic! Doc is getting beat up by a drone! Give it up Doc! RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!
Zach Davis: Now you're on the Drone's side? Come on! Anyway, Doc is definitely not going to give up, I know that for a fact!
Lord Borg Drone gets back to his corner and makes the tag to Tyler Walker. Doc gets up and Tyler picks him up and powerbombs him. Another cover!
Doc gets up and Tyler goes for a clothesline. However, Doc ducks underneath it. Tyler turns around and Doc drops him with a running big boot! Doc gets Tyler up and then he picks him up and takes him down with a sidewalk slam! Afterwards, he locks in a Boston crab. Tyler struggles with the move, but he crawls and grabs the bottom rope. Doc breaks it up. Tyler uses the ropes to get up. Doc then takes him down with a running elbow. Cover.
Doc goes back to his corner and Marina tags herself in, which draws quite a pop from the crowd! She climbs to the top rope as Walker gets up. Walker is up now and Marina leaps from the top rope and takes him down with a cross body! Marina stands up. Walker does the same. Marina comes back with a running kick to the gut, which causes Walker to double over. Marina grabs him and then takes him down with a Tornado DDT. Marina climbs to the top rope again. She goes for a moonsault, but Walker makes the block. Walker stands up and grabs Marina from the mat. He's about to go for a powerbomb, but Marina comes back to punch him in the face repeatedly until Walker loses his balance and falls to an improvised senton! Cover!
Zach Davis: She's taking care of business!
Marina gets up, steps back, and attempts and connects with the cartwheel elbow! This causes Biohazard and Borg to enter the ring and the fans don't like this as they boo. They both blindside Marina from behind. Borg drops her to the mat, and Biohazard starts to stomp on her. Borg joins in, but Doc and Reb jump in to some cheers from the crowd!
Erin Robbins: Wow! Borg and Biohazard must be real desperate!
Marina takes a moment to collect herself in the corner while Walker crawls on the mat. Biohazard and Borg exchange shots with Doc and Reb. Doc knocks Borg down with an elbow to the head. Reb then brings down Biohazard with a German suplex! Borg gets up and the New Confederacy give him a double clothesline sending him over the ropes and onto the floor. Reb and Doc measure Biohazard as he gets up. Reb sets up Biohazard for a powerbomb as Doc waits. Reb lifts Biohazard up and then BACKBREAKER! They have drilled Biohazard with the Confederate Railroad! They work on getting Biohazard out of the ring as Walker stands up. However, he only takes two steps before Marina nails him with a chick kick right across the jaw! Walker stumbles for a bit, before he falls flat on his stomach! Marina then takes this moment to apply her version of the Muta lock called the CALI KILLER!
Zach Davis: Cali Killer is locked in! We don't see this move often, but when it's locked in, it's deadly! That pressure to the jaw, which just took a vicious kick.
Erin Robbins: This thing is over..... give it a few seconds....
Sure enough, Walker can't take the pain and he taps out!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match as a result of a submission, The New Confederacy and Marina Valdivia!
Marina breaks the hold and immediately stands to celebrate with her two teammates!
Zach Davis: And you're right Erin, that's what happened! Marina gets the win with the Cali Killer and all three members of her team pick up some solid momentum going forward!
Erin Robbins: I admit, they worked pretty good together! Their opponents didn't stand a chance.
Zach Davis: It sure seemed that way! But still, solid win as all three continue their title hunts!
Erin Robbins: A MOMENT OF GLORY... before the inevitable FAILURE...
Zach Davis: You don't like any of them do you?
Erin Robbins: Hell no, especially Marina! Bitch!
Zach Davis: Let's move forward now..... no need for your constant negativity!
Waylon Cash paces back and forth in the locker room, and angry glare on his face. Scott Savage stands behind him, watching him pace silently. Scott is the first one to break the silence.
Scott Savage: It’s really quite simple. I got you a match with Chelsea so we can properly showcase S-PAC. We need a chance to shine without the other morons in this place blocking our screen time, understand?
Waylon thinks for a moment before replying.
Waylon Cash: I just don’t get why I should bother fightin’ her, when I got a world title to get back.
Scott Savage: Would you forget about the god damn world title?! You have to prove yourself again, and this is the way to do it.
Waylon pauses, taking a moment to walk up to Scott and get too close to his face.
Waylon Cash: Alright, fine, but when I beat your little pet here, you make gettin’ me a title shot your number one priority, you got that?
Scott Savage: If you can beat Chelsea, I promise you a World title shot.
Waylon glares at him for a moment more, before making his way over to Chelsea, giving her the same look.
Waylon Cash: You might wanna beg Scott not to let you do this… you might get hurt little girl.
Without another word, Waylon turns and walks away. Chelsea goes to leave as well, but Scott holds out an arm to stop her. He peaks out the door, making sure Waylon is out of ear shot before speaking.
Scott Savage: Alright listen, we can not handle this anymore. Waylon desperately needs some time away from the ring, or he is going to implode, and take us with him.
Chelsea Armstrong: So… what do you want me to do?
Scott Savage: Take him out. Injure him, do whatever you can to make sure he gets a couple months forced vacation. Understand.
Chelsea looks hesitant. Scott places his finger under her chin, and raises her gaze to meet his.
Scott Savage: If I didn’t think you could do this, I would have given it to Gable. You CAN handle this, can’t you?
Chelsea nods confidently.
Scott Savage: That’s a good girl. Now run along and get ready my dear. You have a big job ahead of you tonight.
Chelsea walks out of the locker room, an uncertain look on his face.
Shimmering gold, my ultimate craving.
The lights flicker and a silhouette of a man is faintly visible; the figure moves closer, his heavy breathing the solitary sound that echoes throughout the room.
Voice: John Gable…this week, you are mine. The gold strapped to your waist is mine and the crowd will be in the palm of my hands. You have met your match John, but don’t worry; you’ll get another shot. A rematch, a chance at reconciliation, but just once. After that, you will be the one forced down the match card and I will reign. One way or another John, I will get your championship.
The lights fade and the man disappears.
Shimmering gold, my ultimate craving.
Zach Davis: We've had some great action already this evening, from a host of new blood, and we're looking to continue that trend right now, as the Livewire, Grayson Pierce takes on Michael Easton, and Jay Omega in a Triple Threat.
"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 Grayson 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: Grayson Pierce had a good showing last week, picking up a debut win in a Fatal Four Way, but will it give him enough momentum for an encore performance?
Erin Robbins: Who cares? He should stick to making music, if that's what you want to call it.
"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadium's 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, 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 their comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.
Zach Davis: Michael Easton has only been with us for a week, and already has the fans against him. How do you think that will affect his performance here tonight?
Erin Robbins: It won't. Easton doesn't care about how the fans feel any more than he cares about anything else. He's here for a fight, and nothing more.
Zach Davis: Well, judging from the comments we heard earlier in the week, he's likely to get one.
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: And their opponent...
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!
Paying little to no attention to the mass of screaming fans, Omega makes his way down the ramp with a small smile on his face. 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 audience 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.
Zach Davis: And last, but not least, we have Jay Omega, fresh off a surprising upset over Jayson Price last week.
Erin Robbins: Call it an upset if you want, Zach, but I think there's more to this Omega Man than you're giving him credit for. He's experienced, he's talented, he's flashy, and he's good looking. I think we can expect big things from him in the WCF.
Zach Davis: ... When did you become a cheerleader?
Erin Robbins: During the last commercial break. Omega sent a stagehand out with two hundred bucks and a note.
The referee calls for the bell, and the match is underway. Jay Omega takes up an exaggerated Sumo stance in his corner, bringing a look of confusion from Grayson. Easton takes advantage of Pierce's lapse in concentration, and bolts across the ring to land a European uppercut on the rock star. Livewire stumbles back into the corner, and Easton pounces on him; raining a series of blows about Pierce's midsection. Omega watches for a few moments as the ref tries to force Easton back, then decides to give the official a hand, and delivers a belly to back suplex on Easton. The Livewire immediately puts the boots to both men before either of them can get up, alternating stomps on the two men until Easton rolls out of the ring to a small chorus of boos, shaking his head. Grayson doesn't give him much time to recover though, as he lays another stomp on Jay's chest, then turns and slingshots himself over the top rope, taking Michael to the floor.
Zach Davis: Beautiful plancha from the high flying Grayson Pierce! This young man is already fulfilling his promise to electrify the fans here in Baltimore!
The Omega Man climbs to his feet as Pierce pulls Easton up as well. Grayson whips Michael toward the ring steps as Jay hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, but Easton easily leaps over the stairs and halts his momentum with the help of the barricade, while Omega hits Pierce with a baseball slide kick; knocking him into the security rail. Before Jay can capitalize, Easton leaps off the stairs with a missile dropkick, catching the Omega Man full in the chest and face and sending him sprawling to the floor. Michael pulls the dazed Pierce to his feet and rolls him into the ring, then follows him in while Jay scrambles to his feet on the outside. Easton hauls the Livewire up, but Grayson throws off the grip, and fires off a right hand, followed by another pair, backing Easton into the corner. Pierce throws a few kicks into Michael's abdomen, hits another right hand, then lights up Easton's chest with a knife edge chop.
Easton retaliates with a kick low in the gut, just above the beltline, which doubles Pierce over. Michael latches on with a front facelock, then begins hammering away at the Livewire's gut with a series of knee strikes. A sharp elbow to the back drops Grayson to one knee, and Easton hits the ropes, coming back with a knee strike to the side of Pierce's head, quickly followed by a neckbreaker. He makes a cover, but it gets broken up before the referee can get into position, thanks to a slingshot leg drop across the back of Michael's head, courtesy of Jay Omega. The Omega Man lifts Easton to his feet, then scoop slams his back to the mat, before turning his attention to the Livewire. Jay drops an elbow on Pierce, pulls him to his feet, then whips him toward the ropes, only to be caught by surprise when Grayson springboards off the second rope with a corkscrew crossbody.
Zach Davis: An excellent reversal from the Livewire, there. Winning this match would go a long way toward him earning his father's approval, I'm sure.
Erin Robbins: Aw, poor baby's daddy doesn't like him? Not hard to see why, with his arrogance.
Zach Davis: He's no more arrogant than Jay Omega.
Erin Robbins: Maybe. But Omega paid me to talk him up, so that's what I'm going to do.
Michael Easton quickly regains his feet, then grabs Pierce's legs before the referee can get into position, pulls him off Omega, then dumps Grayson over his head with a wheelbarrow suplex. Jay kips to his feet and throws a kick aimed at Easton's ribs, but Easton grabs the leg, and executes a capture suplex on the Omega Man. Not done, Michael keeps the clutch locked on, and starts firing knees into Omega's side. Pierce climbs to his feet with the help of the ropes, then connects with a basement dropkick on both his opponents. Back to his feet, the Livewire hits the ropes for momentum, then lands a flipping leg drop on Jay. Pierce throws a swing at the now standing Easton, but Michael catches the arm, slips under and works it into a hammerlock. Grayson tries for a back elbow, which Easton ducks under, slipping back around the front, and once again suplexes the rock star, who lands hard on his arm.
Zach Davis: Hammerlock suplex on the Livewire! Too much damage to that arm could spell trouble for his musical career.
Erin Robbins: You heard him play at Blast; his musical career is already in trouble.
Zach Davis: I hardly think that's fair, Erin.
Erin Robbins: I know! It was so unfair that we had to listen to that!
Zach Davis: Not what I meant.
Omega rolls under the bottom rope to stand on the apron, and watches as Michael pounds away on Grayson with a vicious series of mounted punches and elbow strikes to the head and upper body. Pierce covers up as best he can, but many of the blows snake past his defenses, until he twists his head to the side and causes a punch to connect with the canvas instead of his head. Easton shakes out his hand, and the Livewire brings up a knee, hitting Michael squarely in the spine to dislodge him. Grayson quickly reverses the positions, and fires off a few punches of his own before climbing to his feet. Pierce scans the ring and the surrounding area, looking for Omega, then turns around as Jay springboards back into the ring with a forearm smash on the rock star.
Erin Robbins: The Omega Man showing off some of his own high flying style, there. Hit him again! Break his nose!
Zach Davis: What's your problem with Grayson Pierce?
Erin Robbins: He's a cocky pretty-boy who thinks he's God's gift to women.
Zach Davis: That could describe any number of WCF's talent.
Erin Robbins: True. But I've got to hate on someone in this match. Easton already has the crowd against him, and Omega gave me money, so that leaves Pierce.
Easton gets back to his feet, and catches hold of Omega before he can rise fully. A quick flurry of punches softens up Omega, before Easton whips him toward the corner and follows him in. A few steps away, Jay springs to the second turnbuckle, whips around in the air as he rebounds, and brings Michael to a dead stop with a front dropkick that blasts the air from Easton's lungs. The transference of momentum throws Omega backward into the turnbuckles, and both men gasp for air as they try to regain their feet. Easton lands a few hits, then Jay turns the tables, throwing Michael into the corner to paint his chest with a trio of knife edge chops, bringing the obligatory "WOO!" from the crowd. Easton starts to fight back with solid right hands, but Omega gives as good as he gets for a few moments. Across the ring, Pierce gets to his feet and charges toward the corner, cocking his arm for a clothesline.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega showing remarkable ring awareness, dropping out of the way of that clothesline from the Livewire. That surely would have spelled disaster for Easton and the Omega Man both.
Erin Robbins: He must have eyes in the back of his head.
Jay springs back to his feet, grabs Pierce in a rear waistlock, and pops his hips with a release German suplex. Omega then pulls Easton out of the corner, scoops him up, and tosses him face first onto the top turnbuckle before connecting with a jumping neckbreaker as Easton rebounds out of the corner. The Omega Man gets back to his feet, then immediately eats a dropkick from Grayson. The Livewire quickly ascends to the top rope, and takes a moment to play to the crowd, getting a rousing burst of cheers before he launches into the air with a huge elbow drop on Omega, and makes a cover.
Zach Davis: And Easton finds the wherewithal to break up the pin with a driving elbow across the Livewire's back!
By accident or design, Easton's momentum carries him into the official, slamming the zebra's head into the mat.
Erin Robbins: No rules, now. This might change the flow of the match.
Zach Davis: But in who's favor?
Pierce leaps to his feet and begins exchanging big right hands with Easton, the wily scrapper soon gaining the advantage over the high-flyer. Michael grabs an incoming punch, and takes Pierce to the mat with a keylock and legsweep combination. Easton lands a pair of headbutts on Grayson, then releases the keylock and slides out of the ring. He makes his way over to the timekeeper, throws the man from his seat, and picks up the folding steel chair before returning to the ring. The Livewire stands to meet the oncoming Easton, but the edge of the chair hitting his gut doubles him over. Michael slams the chair down on Pierce's back with a resounding THWACK, then turns to find Omega leaning heavily in the corner. Easton runs over with the chair raised high, but Jay gets his feet up in time, kicking Michael in the face to make him drop the chair. The Omega Man explodes out of the corner with a crooked arm lariat, then glances over at the downed referee as he makes his way to his feet.
Zach Davis: A dangerous smile on Jay Omega's face, here. What's he got in mind?
Erin Robbins: Whatever it is, it involves that chair and Grayson Pierce, so I like it already.
Omega rolls the Livewire over, and lays the chair across the rock star's chest, then moves to the closest corner and runs up the turnbuckles as though they were a flight of stairs. Jay looks out over the crowd, and takes a moment to pander; moving his upper body in a semblance of a dance with a Latino flavor, before executing a frog splash onto nothing but canvas.
Zach Davis: Pierce rolls out of the way! Even after taking that chair shot, he still has enough fight in him to keep going!
Omega rolls around, clutching his torso as Grayson gets to his feet. Pierce looks back and forth between Omega and Easton, then his face darkens as he settles on the man who hit him with the chair. The Livewire drags Easton up in a side headlock, but Michael sends a rapid-fire string of elbows into Pierce's stomach to loosen the grip, the crosses the ring to hit the ropes, picking up a full head of steam. Easton barrels across the ring to hit Pierce with a powerful clothesline, dumping both men to the floor. Michael pulls the Livewire to his feet, then whips him shoulder-first into the ring steps. Easton hauls Pierce back up, and begins laying in right hands, pummeling the rocker against the barricade. Back in the ring, Jay pulls himself up along the ropes, shakes out the cobwebs, and spots the other two men going at it by the barricade. A quick look around at the mass of cheering fans brings a smile to Omega's face, and he charges across the ring, jumping into the air to clear the top turnbuckle and ringpost with a front flip. A wild cheer erupts from the crowd as he lands on both Pierce and Easton.
Zach Davis: Tope con Hilo! The Canadian Superman leaped over the ringpost in a single bound!
Erin Robbins: But now all three men are down. Not that it matters, with the ref unconscious as well.
Zach Davis: That's right, Erin. But even if he weren't, there are no count outs under Triple Threat rules.
Omega struggles to get to his feet, and Pierce weakly paws at him, resulting in Jay's right hand finding Grayson's jaw. Omega makes it to one knee, only to find that Easton has rolled over, and is now on all fours. The Omega Man grabs for the apron, intent on rolling into the ring, but gets blindsided by a tackle from Easton, which drives Jay to the ground. The two men roll around, throwing fists, elbows, and knees, but neither can gain an advantage for long. The brawl is soon broken up by Pierce coming off the ring apron with a senton onto both men. The Livewire returns the favor to Easton, by hauling him to his feet, and delivering an Irish whip into the ringpost, then turns his attention to Omega. Pierce brings Jay to his feet as well, then hops onto his shoulders and throws him into the displaced ring steps with a Frankensteiner.
Zach Davis: The Livewire letting his opponents know he's not afraid to get his hands dirty, either.
Erin Robbins: I knew he was a no good cheater. I expected it from Easton, but I thought Pierce was supposed to be on the level.
Zach Davis: What about the Omega Man?
Erin Robbins: What about him? He hasn't used any foreign objects.
Zach Davis: He tried to frog splash Pierce with a chair!
Erin Robbins: But he didn't, and that makes all the difference.
Zach Davis: You're unbelievable.
Grayson kicks Easton in the back a few times, before he drags the dazed man up, and rolls him into the ring. Pierce climbs the turnbuckles again, and flashes his million dollar smile at the front row to his right, eliciting excited screams from more than a few ladies. The Livewire jumps, turning 180 degrees before landing on the top rope again, and uses the extra spring to launch himself high into the air with a slow rotation moonsault. Grayson hooks a leg just after the impact, then realizes his mistake when he catches sight of the unmoving referee. Pierce moves over to the official and tries to rouse the man, when Omega re-enters the ring with a springboard spinning heel kick, bringing another pop from the capacity crowd. Jay then stalks over to Easton and pulls him unsteadily to his feet. A forearm to the jaw keeps Michael staggered, and the Omega Man quickly scales the turnbuckles.
Erin Robbins: Omega going up, and Over the Top, NO!
Zach Davis: Easton caught him, and threw him back into the corner with a turnbuckle powerbomb!
Now in control of the match, Michael hauls Pierce up, then plants him again with a gutwrench powerbomb, before locking in a short armbar.
Zach Davis: The official isn't able to check on this submission hold; clearly Michael Easton is doing this more to cause pain than to win.
So it would seem, as Grayson tries to tap out, but only succeeds in bringing mocking laughter from Easton. After a few more seconds, Michael breaks the hold of his own accord, then quickly gets up to start stomping on Pierce's arm. Easton brings Grayson to his feet once more, then whips him toward the corner and follows him. Half a heartbeat after the Livewire slams into the turnbuckles, Michael slams into his chest with a running double knee strike, then launches him out of the corner with an overhead belly to belly suplex. The referee finally begins to come to his senses, slowly pushing himself up to his knees. Sensing the end is near, a malicious smile crosses Easton's face. Pierce struggles to regain a vertical base as Easton hits the ropes, the Livewire still in the process of straightening up when Michael's foot lands on the back of his head, driving his face into the mat with a vicious curb stomp.
Zach Davis: Easton has things well in hand, it would seem, as he looks to put Grayson Pierce away.
Easton glances over at Omega, making sure he's not getting out of the corner any time soon, then pulls Pierce to his feet and hooks both arms. Michael lifts Grayson for Easton's Razor, his spinning double underhook suplex, when the Omega Man surges up from the mat and flies forward to hit both men with a single spear, turning the would-be suplex into an impromptu brainbuster. Jay lands a standing moonsault on the downed Livewire, then turns back to the angry Easton and takes a boot to the gut. Michael seizes the opportunity, and sends Omega down to the mat with a snap suplex, followed by a knee drop across the head. Easton rolls through, and seems surprised to find Jay getting to his feet almost as quickly. Surprise gives way to determination, and the two fighters come together, fists flying.
Zach Davis: Omega and Easton trading punches again, but the Livewire is somehow back on his feet!
Erin Robbins: Look out, Jay!
Pierce springs into motion, leaping into the air and spinning around, connecting with a solid kick to the back of Omega's head, just as Easton drops to all fours. Jay trips over Easton, and pitches headfirst between the top and middles ropes, knocking his skull against the apron on his way to the floor. The Livewire lands slightly off balance, but before he can recover, Michael pops up to his feet, and lifts Pierce up in a Burning Hammer position, before flipping him over into a Stunner. Easton smoothly transitions into a cover, and hooks both legs.
Erin Robbins: Cat's Cradle! That'll ruin pretty-boy's good looks!
*DING DING DING!*
"Get Got" blares over the speakers as Easton climbs to his feet. He shrugs off the referee's attempt to raise his arm, and ignores the frenzied boos of the crowd as he exits the ring.
Zach Davis: Omega leaves the ring, leaving Livewire. Hell of a match.
Erin Robbins: These guys may be new but they're proving that they're more than just the new guys, Zach.
Zach Davis: Great effort from everyone!, including Live Wire.
Erin Robbins: He almost had the match won a few times.......wait, what the hell?
Just off camera, a hand taps Live Wire on the shoulder. He turns around just in time to get a face-full of chair from Hyena. With a sickening crack, Live Wire falls over, blood already streaming down his face. Hyena stares down at him with a baleful glare, completely heedless of the crowd's booing and jeering.
Zach Davis: Where in the hell did he come from?
Erin Robbins: Out of the crowd, I think. The cameras didn't catch him until just now.
Hyena leans over, snarling right in Grayson's crimson mask. Though he doesn't have a microphone, his words are audible to the camera.
Hyena: THAT'S humiliation, you foot-in-mouth jackass!!!! See the difference?!?
Erin Robbins: What's this all about anyway? I mean, I knew Hyena had a temper, but this is just random.
Hyena throws down the chair onto the ring and stalks out with a growl. The crowd continues to boo.
Zach Davis: You didn't see their twitter exchange? Live Wire claimed to have humiliated Hyena, and now we've just seen Hyena's answer!
The camera opens as Doctor Remus Micayle is seen in a washroom. The bathroom is run-of-the-mill; looking like your everyday toilet in a local gym centre. The Scientist is still in his suit, his treasured WCF Tag Team Championship draped over his shoulder casually.
Obviously a man on a mission, Micayle puts his championship down on a nearby bench, before heading off to conduct his business. At this current point in time, the camera pans up, not being able to show the Doctor… relieving himself. Thirty (long) seconds later, the camera pans back down, as Micayle returns from his pee break. He swivels and walks back to the bench, only to stop dead in his tracks.
Positioned next to his title belt is a small can - the sort that resembles that of a soft drink. His eyes narrowing in suspicion and distrust, Micayle quickly scans the small room, no doubt wary of a possible intruder. After he has inspected the restroom to his satisfaction, the Scientist slowly approaches the can, picking it up and opening it up.
His hawk-like eyes analysing the can for any possible foreign debris, Micayle apparently finds no obvious tampering of the drink. Shrugging his shoulders in slight resignation, he takes a small sip out of the unknown liquid…
… ONLY TO SPIT IT OUT MERE MILLISECONDS LATER!
Gasping, Micayle throws the can down on the ground in anger, spilling the contents of the drink everywhere on the ground. He relapses into a coughing fit, before eventually snatching his title belt back up and making a beeline for the toilet door. Muttering viciously under his breath, he walks out of the room, shaking his head furiously as he does so. The camera zooms on to the label on the can drink as the scene fades to black.
Alexander Keith's. So fitting that the xenophobic Doctor is unable to tolerate a product of Canada.
Somewhere I Belong by Linkin Park hits. Maddog Diamond walks out as the crowd cheers. He walks to the ring, tagging hands whilst walking down the ramp, sliding into the ring climbing each turnbuckle and taunting towards the crowd with a pointed finger.
"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: Maddog Diamond has his chance here to not only become the Television Champion, but secure his shot in the Ultimate Showdown match at the World Title! Here we go!
Neither man underestimating the other, they circle each other and tie up. Neither gets an upper hand and the tie up is broken. Maddog sticks out his hand to Gable.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh. That's a mistake!
Gable takes his hand... and pulls Diamond in and Clotheslines him down! The fans boo as the self proclaimed Cinema Champion begins stomping away at Maddog.
Zach Davis: You can't trust John Gable.
Gable stomps Maddog a few more times before standing behind him and watching him struggle to his feet. Once Maddog is up Gable grapples him from behind. Maddog elbows him a few times and switches behind him before executing a German Suplex!
Erin Robbins: Great reversal!
Maddog gets to his feet and follows up by running at Gable who is getting up... and hits a Fameasser!
Zach Davis: Boom!
Diamond puts Gable.
No!, Gable kicks out.
Erin Robbins: We almost had a new Cinema.. er, Television.. Champion!
Maddog lifts Gable up and locks him for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Gable punches Maddog in the side, getting out of it. Gable grabs Diamond and hits a Northern Lights Suplex of his own!, into the bridge pin!
No!, Diamond kicks out now!
Zach Davis: So close! Gable surprised him there!
Gable wants to put the newcomer away. He lifts him up...
Erin Robbins: HERE COMES CITY LIGHTS!
No!, Diamond kicks Gable on the way up and is able to shift his weight and land behind him. Diamond spins him around and kicks Gable in the gut before firing off an epic Fisherman Suplex!
Zach Davis: INTO THE PIN!
NO!, Gable escapes it!
Erin Robbins: That was a PERFECT Fisherman's Suplex. It was so good someone should call it the Perfectplex.
Zach Davis: ...
Gable stumbles back to his feet... and Diamond drops him with a Diamond Cutter!
Erin Robbins: Talk about perfect!, that was perfectly executed!
The fans are on their feet as Diamond climbs to the top rope.
Zach Davis: He's going for a Missile Dropkick! This is it!
As Gable stumbles up and turns around, Diamond flies off the top!
Erin Robbins: NO! GABLE SIDESTEPS IT!
Gable sidesteps the Missile Dropkick and Diamond gets back up... Gable drops him with his Bodyscissors DDT!
Zach Davis: SOME LIKE IT HOT!
Gable pins Diamond, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: The Cinema Champion retains!
The fans boo as Gable gets to his feet and gets his arm raised, Maddog laying on the mat and holding his head in pain.
Zach Davis: One more defense... and John Gable gets his shot at the WCF World Heavyweight Championship.
“You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the First Mariner Arena of Baltimore, Maryland as the crowd immediately gets on their feet booing loudly.
Zach Davis: Oh … what now?
Eric Price steps out from the back with a huge smile on his face as the crowd continues to shower him with boos, he continues to walk down confidently with a purpose.
Erin Robbins: Oh look Zach!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome … ERIC PRICE!
Zach Davis: Yeah, I see him. Question is, why is he out here?
Erin Robbins: He can be out here for whatever reason he wants.
Zach Davis: Why bring THIS guy back?
Erin Robbins: Did you ever stop to think that maybe this is what WCF needs? That everyone has been so ungrateful here, the fans, the wrestlers in the back and Seth is just giving them what they deserve!
Eric Price takes a microphone from the ring announcer and steps as Kyle Steel steps out, he waves at the crowd who continue to boo him as his music starts fading out. As Eric smiles at the crowd, he gestures downward with his hand at them as he raises the microphone up to his mouth…
Eric Price: Shhhhhhhhh!!!
The crowd continues to boo at him
Eric Price: Shhhhhhhhh!!!! Let’s quiet down, I have something to say!
Crowd: Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Eric Price: Oh Baltimore … always so classy.
Eric rolls his eyes at the crowd as he says this and they continue to boo at him as he proceeds to speak.
Eric Price: So everyone wants to know why … why did I get involved in Marina Valdivia’s business last week? Or as the dirt sheets have been saying…
Eric starts speaking in a mocking tone…
Eric Price: Why did I proceed to viciously attack poor little Marina Valdivia?
Eric smirks and lightly chuckles at the notion…
Eric Price: Poor little Marina … yeah, she’s anything but that. See … you people conveniently see only what you want to see, only what you want to believe because it suits you. You all want to see poor little Marina as the victim but really … it’s WCF who is suffering because as Seth said, these wrestlers in the back, you people, you don’t appreciate what Mr. Lerch does for you. You spit on and abuse on everything he does and then boo him. That’s why I was brought back, because you people need to be taught some respect! And Marina … she’s just…
Right before he gets to say that "Maneater" hits and the fans go nuts as both Marina Valdivia and her publicist Allison Mayberry appear on the stage.
Zach Davis: Oh my! Business is about to pick up here!
Erin Robbins: So HE can't interrupt them, but THEY can interrupt him? HYPOCRISY!
Zach Davis: Turnabout is fair play, Erin!
Allison: She's just what? Hey Eric, if you want to talk, say it to our faces. Besides, I think that...
Marina snatches the microphone from Allison out of nowhere.
Marina Valdivia: Allison, I'm taking it from here because this is between me and that asshole that's standing in the center of the ring! You know something Eric, I can't tell you how many times in my career I have had people in this business try to steal my thunder! You stand there and you talk like you're the first person that's done it because that's how special you think you really are, don't you, Eric? Well, let me break it down for you so even the egotistical douchebag maniac known as Eric Price will understand. Eric, you are NOT special, alright? Sure, you may have accomplished all that you have in WCF and that's great, believe me. You might be a former Grand Slam champion and all that good stuff, but in the end, Eric, you just like to throw it in people's faces because you hadn't done a god damn thing in this company or in this business until you tried to revive YOUR name off of MY name and I'm not going to let it happen like that!
Zach Davis: WOW....
Marina Valdivia: No matter what you say Eric, I earned that moment last week that YOU took away from me! Oh sure, I didn't like the set up or whatever, but still, when I beat Colin and Waylon at Blast to get that wildcard title shot, I earned that moment where I got to announce to the fans which championship I was going to contend for. You not only took away that moment from me, you took away that moment from THEM, the people that come out to support me and the people that are inspired by what I do. And you know what, taking away a moment from me? I'm cool with that because I know I can beat the shit out of hat person and get that moment back. But taking away a moment from my family? My friends? My fans? Oh hell to the motherfucking no, that's NOT okay and regardless of how you might feel about me, next week, regardless of what championship it is, I WILL win that match, I WILL be a champion and I WILL prove you wrong!
Erin Robbins: She's just digging her own grave.
Eric Price: Oh yeah? Well then, Ms. Valdivia, since I am such a generous man and since I know women just cry and complain until they get what they want, and quite frankly, I don't feel like hearing you complain any longer, I'm going to give you that moment back! That's right, have at it! Have your spotlight, the one that you DESPERATELY seek despite your nonsensical, fraudulent humility! Go ahead and announce which championship it's going to be. It doesn't even matter! You're not going to win regardless!
Zach Davis: I don't know if Marina can trust him.
Marina Valdivia: Don't bullshit me! You're nothing but a snake in the grass! What's going to happen if I announce it? Is someone from your crew going to blindside me? Is that what's going to happen? No, I'm not going to fall for your nonsense again.
Eric Price: Have it your way then. Since Ms. Valdivia can't make up her mind and isn't going to make her decision, I guess I'll help her!
Marina Valdivia: No, NO! Don't try to spin it for YOUR fucking benefit, you son of a bitch! I KNOW what it's going to be, but I'm not falling for your shit!
Eric Price: No Marina, I'm really trying to help you.
Marina Valdivia: You want to play your little game? Fine! I'll announce it right now! Next week, I am going to be challenging for.....
Eric Price: THE UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!!!!!!!!!!
Marina Valdivia: Don't interrupt me with nonsense that's not even true!
Eric Price: Well Marina, you think you're such a big shot I'm doing you a favor. Think about it! Montgomery and Richards? They're not even in your league, and you should be thanking me for even giving you THAT much! If you've beaten one S-PAC member in Waylon Cash, I have little doubt you can beat Chelsea or Gable for their respective titles but Natural ICE Beckman? NOBODY can beat him one on one! NOBODY! You're a worthless, pathetic wrestler compared to him! You can't beat ICE! He's unbeatable! You wrestling against him is like Biohazard going up against me!
Zach Davis: That's uncalled for...
Marina Valdivia: Then I guess I'm putting your bullshit little theory to the test next week, aren't we?
Marina Valdivia: Because let me tell you something Eric, when I beat Natural ICE Beckman next week for the United States championship, your actions and your charades against me are going to blow up in your face! So there! Shove it up your ass!
Marina throws down the microphone as Eric just gives her an arrogant smirk from the ring.
Zach Davis: So, it's come down to this! Marina Valdivia is going to challenge Natural ICE Beckman next week for the United States championship! But Eric Price....no need for those actions
Erin Robbins: That's Eric putting her in her place! Everyone that ICE has defended the title against has fallen, in some cases, like nothing! She's merely just another one on his list.
Zach Davis: Call me crazy, but I think Marina CAN beat him and I'll even go as far as saying she'll be his toughest challenge!
Erin Robbins: You need to lay off the drugs!
The opening riff to "The End Of Heartache" echoes throughout the arena as Colin Marshall leaps out through the curtain. He walks along the stage before falling to his knees right before he walks down the ramp. He holds his arms out as the crowd echoes with a mixture of cheers and boos. He stands and makes his way down the ramp. He comes to the end and slides in to the ring, keeping one hand on the bottom rope, catching his slide. He lifts himself up and stands on the middle rope, taunting to the crowd. He steps off the rope, removes his jacket, and awaits the beginning of the match.
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from McKinney, Texas, weighing in at 200 pounds, Colin Marshall!
Zach Davis: Last week, you can say that Colin Marshall had some unfortunate luck last week as despite a great performance, he still wasn't able to beat the Seraphim in tag team action last week.
Erin Robbins: Any Colin fan will make the excuse that Terry Roberts was his anchor last week. I'm not buying it. Maybe if Colin, you know, WON MORE, he'd have a case.
Zach Davis: Regardless, he has a chance to prove himself against someone that took Steve Orbit to the limit at Asisenato De Mayo!
Erin Robbins: Yeah, but Seifer Black is on a whole different level!
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.
Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-Pac... The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black!
Grabbing the light with his mouth he crawls through the smoke for a moment before standing up and taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp he turns off the lamp and the ring is bathed in black light he leaps up onto the ring apron the light illuminating him again as he walks over to the turnbuckles climbing up placing one foot on the top turnbuckle keeping one on the second and making the sign of the cross with his arms and tipping his head back before spitting luminous liquid in the air. Leaping off the top turnbuckle into the ring as he hits the ground fire erupts from the turnbuckles and ground creating fire crosses on each side of the ring... As the fire fades the lights go back to normal and Seifer walks into the corner of the ring and sits there waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Well, Seifer has certainly been in the center of some marital controversy as of late. But, I don't think he seems to be distracted by that one bit.
Erin Robbins: Of course not! Seifer controlls his own mind better than people give him credit for.
Zach Davis: Still, he shouldn't underestimate Colin. Colin definitely has the fire to beat anyone on any given week.
Erin Robbins: But fire isn't enough when you're taking on someone like Seifer. I think the mindgames Seifer tried to play with Colin are going to be the difference!
DING! DING! DING!
Colin stands across from Seifer as the crowd is thoroughly behind Colin. After a few seconds, both men finally begin circling one another, Colin looking for an opening. Seifer goes for a lock up but Colin ducks and connects with a high roundhouse kick to the chest of Seifer. Seifer throws a right hand, but the quicker Colin again ducks the attempt and connects with another quick kick, this time to the back of Seifer’s leg. Seifer turns around and looks for an elbow, but once again Colin uses speed to his advantage and ducks the attempt before running off towards the ropes. Colin bounces back, but gets planted with a big boot that kills off whatever momentum he was starting to gather. Colin picks himself back up quickly but the S-Pac member quickly connects with a couple of right hands and sends Colin into the corner. Colin is whipped across the ring by Seifer and Seifer runs after him quickly, looking for a clothesline in the corner. Colin sees him coming and with both hands on the top rope, lifts himself up and throws his legs over the charging Seifer, before flipping himself forward and taking Seifer down to the mat with a quick and precise sunset flip!
Seifer powers out before the three and both men quickly get back to their feet.
Zach Davis: Wow! What a quick start by Colin, catching the Trilogy Cup winner off guard!
Erin Robbins: It's not going to last long though! It's still early!
Colin connects with another hard kick to the chest and Seifer goes back into the corner. Colin jumps up, but he’s quickly tossed back down to the canvas by Seifer. Colin rolls back to his feet, only to get absolutely leveled with a sickening lariat by Seifer that nearly takes Colin’ head off. Seifer drops down to a knee and hooks the leg.
Colin gets the shoulder up, not ready to die here as the S-Pac member smirks and helps him back to his feet.
Erin Robbins: YEAH! Stay on him Seifer! You got this! Don't let him breath!
Seifer rolls Colin back up to his feet and holds him by the hand. He pushes him away, only to bring him in closer and puts his shoulder right into the outstretched shoulder of Colin. He does this twice more and then sends Colin into the ropes. Colin comes back and Seifer takes him up and over with a big back body drop. Right after he hits, Seifer drops to a knee over Colin and grabs him by the hair, planting several hard right hands straight into Colin's face. Seifer drops down completely and clasps both hands across the throat for a very blatant choke. The ref tells Seifer to break it up, but Seifer pays him no mind. The ref starts to count.
Seifer releases the blatant choke and chases the referee off. Colin sits up and Seifer once again picks him back up. Seifer grabs him in a front facelock and looks to set up for a suplex. He hoists the smaller man up, but before he can fall back, Colin drops back down and lands behind Seifer. Colin grabs Seifer from behind and pushes him chest first into the ropes and quickly jumps over him, with almost a running neck snap that drops Seifer throat first across the top rope. Colin lands on his feet on the apron after he rolls and Seifer stumbles back. Colin springboards from the top rope and lands right on top of Seifer, except Seifer is able to remain standing and powers Colin onto his shoulder. Seifer runs into the corner and rams Colin back first into the turnbuckles, before moving out of the corner and driving him down to the mat with a powerslam for a modified Oklahoma stampede. Seifer once again rolls over and hooks the leg of Colin.
Colin once again gets the shoulder up before the three and the crowd cheers for Colin.
Zach Davis: You have to admire Colin's courage, even if his opponent is in control right now.
Erin Robbins: Seifer is just wearing him down right now!
Seifer scoops Colin up off the canvas, locking him in a front facelock as he does. He connects with several hard knees to the face of Colin and then just tosses him into the corner like a rag doll. Colin bounces off the turnbuckles and Seifer connects with several hard punches to the midsection and then levels Colin with a huge right hand to the face. Seifer keeps on the assault with hard back elbows to the side of Colin’ skull. He continues to just nail Colin with any strike that will land until the referee orders Seifer to get out of the corner. Seifer again ignores the official and continues to just pummel Colin with punches. The ref finally has to start to count.
Seifer once again chases the referee off. He glares at the official, who back peddles and explains himself, but Seifer just doesn’t give a fuck, as he walks back to the corner with Colin. He turns right into a big boot by Colin, that catches him in the face and Seifer turns away. Colin is still feeling the effects of the assault and slumps in the corner. Seifer turns around and Colin rushes quickly, ducking a haymaker and dropping behind Seifer, rolling him up in a schoolboy! Colin puts his back to the legs of Seifer for added pressure as he forces his shoulders to the mat.
Seifer powers out yet again.
Zach Davis: Colin with the quick turnaround! Perhaps he can start building some momentum!
Colin is down on his hands and knees right now and Seifer is starting to get back up. Seifer comes towards Colin and Colin connects with a very low dropkick to the knee of Seifer that sends him kneeling to the mat. Colin hits the ropes quickly and comes back with another low drop kick, this time to the side of the head of the S-Pac member. Colin once again wastes no time in rolling Seifer over and hooking the leg for the pin.
Seifer once again powers out. Colin gets back to his feet and waits for Seifer to do the same, which Seifer does rather quickly. The crowd continues to cheer for Colin as he gets back up to his feet before Seifer and plots his next move.
Colin measures Seifer and when he turns around, he looks for another kick, aiming for the side of Seifer’s head. Seifer ducks the enziguri attempt and grabs a hold of the leg of Colin. He uses it to pull Colin into a waistlock and then go for a back suplex, except Colin rolls off of the shoulders of Seifer and onto the canvas. Seifer turns around and Colin connects with another dropkick, this time to the gut that sends Seifer through the middle rope, outside the ring and down to the floor! The crowd pops as Seifer bounces off the mats on the outside and Colin stands up in the middle of the ring. Colin heads over to the ropes and grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands. Seifer starts to stir and pick himself up on the outside with his back turned to Colin. Colin continues to wait and once Seifer turns around, he leaps over the top rope and looks for a cross body, but Seifer once again catches him in midair! Seifer grits his teeth as he steadies himself and then rams Colin spine first into the steel ring post. Colin drops to the mat and arches his back in pain as Seifer looks down at him in disgust. The ref continues to count on the inside of the ring and Seifer just scowls at the official as he reaches down to pick up the fallen Colin. He grabs him by the hair and drags him back up to a vertical base. Seifer delivers a low kick to the midsection for good measure and rolls Colin underneath the bottom rope. Seifer stares blankly at Colin as he pulls himself back up into the ring from the outside.
Colin is on the other side of the ring as Seifer enters the ring once again. Slowly stalking his prey as Colin uses the ropes to pulls himself back up to his feet. Seifer just slowly walks up to Colin, staring at him and watching as he turns around. Colin turns right into a big boot by Seifer and in no time Seifer has him hoisted up and then driven down with a cutter, but doesn’t go for the cover. He stops and takes a second to admire the sight, as he stares down at Colin. The crowd boos the S-Pac member loudly and finally, he rolls him over and hooks the leg.
Colin kicks out, as Seifer shouts at the ref. Seifer gets up to argue with the referee for a bit. This, however, causes Colin to rise to a vertical base. Seifer turns around right into a jumping heel kick right into the jaw! Seifer goes down in the center of the ring. Colin then climbes to the top rope and he leaps, connecting with the 1-Up! The fans are liking this quite a bit as Colin stands right back up! Seifer rises, holding his gut. Colin kicks him in the gut and drops him with the SHINE! Cover!
Zach Davis: HE ALMOST HAD IT THERE! ALMOST!!!!!
Erin Robbins: It's the story of Colin's career right there. Almost... almost... almost....
Colin stands up, maintaining his composure. Seifer is almost up in his own right. Seifer, on instinct, pushes Colin away, but in doing so, Colin accidentally bumps the referee and knocks him down, but not out. Colin comes back to Seifer who greats him with a LOW BLOW. The referee never saw it as he got back to a vertical base. Seifer picks up Colin and carries him to the corner of the ring. He sets him up on the corner, puts him on his shoulders and carries him to the center of the ring. Seifer then connects with the Fade to Black! The referee makes the count, completely unaware of the low blow as the fans boo this!
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, Seifer Black!
Zach Davis: You've got to be kidding me! I am absolutely disgusted! Seifer took advantage of a momentary, unfortunate accident to win this! Colin has been ROBBED!
Erin Robbins: Anything to win! ANYTHING to win! Like I said, that's the story of his career, you might as well make it a nickname... "ALMOST" Colin Marshall.
Zach Davis: You're such a sick, pathetic person, you know that? How can you condone this? Colin had it won, but Seifer resorted to a low blow...
Erin Robbins: He's doing what he had to do, that's what wrestling is all about!
The camera opens as Alexander Richards is seen in the communal locker room, sitting and chatting animatedly with Shaun Zach and a few members of the WCF roster. His WCF Hardcore Championship is positioned snugly on his lap as he addresses his audience with whatever humorous story that he is well-known for.
The camera rotates to the back. Unbeknownst to him, Doctor Remus Micayle steps forward from the corridor and glances into the open room, staring at the back of Richards. This goes on for several disturbing seconds, until apparently satisfied, Micayle turns away and walks off, a strange smile on his face.
“Hollywood Babylon” begins to play over the P.A. system, drawing loud boos from the crowd. Slowly, Scott Savage steps out from behind the curtain, followed reluctantly by Chelsea Armstrong and Waylon Cash. The team makes their way to the ring as the crowd shouts angry words.
Zach Davis: Here come Waylon Cash and Chelsea Armstrong, accompanied by Scott Savage. This is an interesting match up.
Erin Robbins: Should be good, though I’m still not sure why it’s happening.
The trio climb into the ring together, and Scott grabs a mic from the ringside attendant.
Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen… I have been sorely disappointed by the level of competition in WCF lately. The matches… they are uninspired… lazy… and insult to people who paid good money to see this show. That is why tonight I am bringing you an event you will be sure to never forget. An exhibition match between two of the Savage Political Action Committee’s biggest stars. This is sure to be a match that you braindead television drones will be yammering about for years to come, so set your DVR, or VHS recorder for some in the south, and prepare to witness magic… Ladies and gentlemen, in the corner to my right, looking as lovely as ever. She is the People’s champion, and one of the most gifted wrestlers of our generation. Please, give a well deserved standing ovation to Chelsea Armstrong!
The crowd doesn’t buy into Scott’s hype, and chooses to boo her instead. She seems to think nothing of it.
Zach Davis: Some people’s champion. This crowd can not stand the evil M.O.D.
Erin Robbins: Show some respect you pestiferous little maggot!
Zach Davis: Now, I’m familiar with the term maggot, but… pestiferous??
Scott Savage: And in the corner to my left, he is a former Television champion, a three time former tag team champion, a former World Heavyweight champion, and the fastest triple crown winner in WCF history. He is far and away one of the greatest talents I have ever had the pleasure of working with, the Hellbilly… Waylon Cash!
The crowd boos him as well, but he takes a smiling bow for them, only furthering their anger. At this point Scott steps back, and allows the referee to ring the bell. Immediately Chelsea and Waylon begin circling each other. Their eyes are locked together, each studying the other. Waylon dive sin for an attack, and Chelsea dodges to the left. Cash stands quickly, and they circle again.
Zach Davis: These two studying each other. They seem like they’re not sure what to do.
Erin Robbins: Well I’m sure fighting each other isn’t something they’ve worried about for a while. They haven’t been thinking about a match like this at all.
Suddenly Chelsea bounces against the ropes behind her, and comes running at Waylon. He throws her with a deep arm drag, but she manages to twist her body in mid air so that she lands on her feet. Another face off, and a smattering of surprised applause from the crowd. After a moment they lock up, and Waylon quickly turns it into a side headlock. He dances her around the ring for a bit, before she steps on the back of his leg, bringing him to his knees. She uses her new leverage to wrench out of the headlock, and then jumps, hitting Waylon with an arching enziguri. He falls to the ground, and she quickly covers him for the pin.
Waylon kicks out, and hops to his feet, as does Chelsea. He glares at her, and she gives him a sly smile, before they circle some more. Chelsea dives for Waylon’s legs, but he takes a step back, and drops down on her, grabbing her in a front facelock. He wrenches on her neck a little, before dragging her to her feet, and hitting a quick suplex, and floating it over into a pin.
Chelsea kicks out, and they both pop to their feet again. This time there is no circling. They run at each other. Waylon swings, Chelsea ducks, and they bounce off opposite ropes. On the way back toward each other, Waylon dives for a spear, and Chelsea leaps over him. He crashes to his face, and she spins around, quick to lock him in a camel clutch.
Zach Davis: Chelsea showing off her athleticism and quickness there. Very nice move.
Erin Robbins: It certainly caught Waylon by surprise.
Chelsea wrenches on the hold, and Waylon has nowhere to go. She locks it on tight, but slowly, Waylon gets his legs under him, and stands up, Chelsea clutching to his back. He throws himself backwards into the corner, sandwiching his opponent between himself and the turnbuckles. She lets go, allowing him to swing back and forth with his elbows, hitting her several time on either side of the head. After a number of strikes, he spins around, clocking her with a hard left hand. She falls to a seated position, and Waylon backs up. He goes to run at her, but she grabs the bottom rope, and uses it for leverage to lift herself and hit Waylon with a dropkick to the left knee cap. He drops to the ground clutching his leg, giving Chelsea a second to breath.
Erin Robbins: Nasty shot from Chelsea. I thought this was supposed to be a friendly exhibition match.
Zach Davis: This isn’t ballet. Friendly or not, injuries will happen.
Chelsea is up quickly, stomping away at the injured knee. Scott smiles from ringside, as she drags him to the middle of the canvas, and twists him around into a single leg boston crab.
Erin Robbins: She is zeroing in on that leg of Waylon Cash.
Zach Davis: Never underestimate Chelsea. She is a shark, and when she smells blood in the water, it’s time for the kill.
She pulls back on the leg, as Waylon screams for Scott to get her off of him. When he sees he will get no help, Waylon resorts to dirty tactics, and reaches up to grab a handful of Chelsea’s hair. She immediately lets go of his leg, and tumbles backwards. He keeps holding on, until they are both on their feet. The ref yells at him the whole time, but he ignores him. Cash then throws Chelsea into the corner, and starts hitting her with rights and lefts that she can’t seem to block well enough. Eventually she is leaning against the ropes, struggling to stand.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash just pummeling his partner here. This is getting ugly.
Cash backs up, and then runs forward and jumps, hitting Chelsea with two hard knees to the chest. She falls to the ground, and Waylon covers her.
...Chelsea kicks out at the last second! Waylon looks angry, but stays on the attack, dragging her back to her feet. He grabs her and hits her with a spinning belly to belly suplex. Once she is grounded, he doesn’t pin her, he stands up, and waits.
Zach Davis: Chelsea is in a bad spot here. She’s going to have to do something.
Erin Robbins: Something drastic.
Waylon waits until she is on her hands and knees, before running forward and hitting her with a hard knee to the head. She falls to the ground, and Waylon immediately turns around to give Scott and almost angry grin.
Zach Davis: Waylon has her dead to rights here. I’m not sure if there’s anything she can do.
Chelsea writhes on the ground for a moment, before opening her eyes, and looking to and empty side of the ring. After a few seconds of seemingly staring at something no one else can see, she gets a look of determination on her face. As soon as Waylon bends over to pick her up, and unleashes, hitting him with several quick rights and lefts. He stumbles backward, allowing her to get to her feet. HE runs at her, but she jumps, and hits him with a stiff dropkick to the face.
Zach Davis: Well… I’m not sure what Chelsea was looking at, but whatever it was, she has got her second wind. Waylon looks just lost here.
Waylon stands up again, and this time Cheslea jumps and hits him with a hurricarana. Waylon tumbles across the mat, giving Chelsea the opportunity to climb the ropes. She waits for him to stand, and then jumps off, hitting a stiff side kick to his head. He falls to the ground, but she won’t let up. She brings him to his feet, and quickly slips on an octopus stretch.
Zach Davis: She’s got him locked in the Dreamcatcher!!
Erin Robbins: Right in the middle of the ring too. He has nowhere to go!
Waylon flails his arm, and tries to move, but he can’t. Chelsea’s leverage is too great. He hollers out in pain, but she refuses to let up. He tries a few more times to reach the ropes, before signalling his submission. The ref rings the bell, and Chelsea lets go of the hold, both wrestlers falling to the mat.
Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by submission… Chelsea Armstrong!
Chelsea hops up and celebrates, as Waylon broods in the corner, nursing his injuries. Scott climbs between the ropes to celebrate with Chelsea, and Waylon gives the man a hateful death glare, before rolling out of the ring, and walking to the back on his own.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash Clearly not happy with the result here.
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. This is a familiar scene - one that the WCF Galaxy has seen last week. The set is mostly the same, but now, it is apparent that the masked man in the chemical suit is even more busy than before. Where once sawdust, wood chip pings, and metal fillings are seen lying about messily, there seems to be several large sheets of what appears to be titanium placed gingerly on a wooden table.
The camera pans to the left, only to reveal the masked man. More sounds of scribbling is heard as he sketches painstakingly on the blueprint. Having learnt from its mistake last week, the cameraman quickly zooms to the diagram. The autofocus is off, however, and the picture is rather blurred. However from what is visible, it seems that the design is that of a mechanical… glove? Or is it a metal gauntlet? The image is pixelated, but it is definitely got something to do with a mitt. Or at the very least, something to protect the bare hand with.
Suddenly, a large glove-covered hand obscures the diagram. The camera pans up, only to be confronted by another close-up shot of the intimidating man in the chemical suit. And with that, the camera fades out to black.
Zach Davis: And he we go, I have been looking forward to this match all week.
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 mix of boos and cheers "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shots 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: Ladies and Gentlemen the following match is set for one fall and it is a non-title match. Coming out first the Special Guest Referee...he is the WCF United States Champion ...Natural ICE Beckman!!
Natural ICE walks to the ring in a WCF referee shirt. He slides into the ring and doesn’t bother with the crowd as he glares around the arena.
Erin Robbins: You can see how serious ICE is taking this match; look at his intensity.
Zach Davis: I don’t know, the man isn’t exactly the strong silent type. Besides he is stable mates with Zombie McMorris, this is going to be way unfair for Steve Orbit.
As ICE Beckman’s music dies out 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.
Kyle Steel: Now coming out from Parts Unknown...weighing in at 260 lbs...he is Zombie McMorris!
ZMAC hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived. ZMAC and ICE smile at one other as the music begins fades out.
Zach Davis: I don’t like this one bit. That smile means something; these two are in cahoots. What was Seth thinking putting this match together?
Erin Robbins: He is just giving Steve a taste of what he will get at Ultimate Showdown. Seth is showing Orbit what it feels like to have the biggest target on his back that he will in two weeks.
Zach Davis: Orbit has been champion for month; I think he already knows that feeling.
"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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...hailing from Oakland, California...he weighs in at 230lbs...and is the WCF World Champion...he is “The Mack” Steve Orbit!!!
Zach Davis: This is going to be a hell of a match against two of the WCF best talents.
Erin Robbins: Plus, it has ICE to make sure it is going to be a fair contest.
Zach Davis: I don’t know about that.
Natural ICE Beckman walks over to the World Champion and reaches for the title belt. Steve hands it to him, but ICE has to pull with some effort to take the belt from Orbit. Orbit watches ICE not take his eyes off the title until he hands it over to the ring bell operator. ICE then goes over to Steve and begins to check him for illegal weapons in his boots.
Zach Davis: By the look on his face Steve doesn’t seem to be happy about this inspection.
Erin Robbins: ICE is only doing his job.
Zombie McMorris jumps over ICE and begins to wail on Steve Orbit. ICE backs away and calls for the opening bell. The cheap shot gives ZMAC the upper hand and he begins to knock Orbit into the corner with forearm shots.
Zach Davis: What was that?! A total cheap shot by ZMAC and ICE allows it and calls for the bell! I told you this wasn’t going to be on the up and up.
Erin Robbins: ICE is just allowing the action to start as soon as possible.
Zombie tries to Irish whip Orbit out of the corner, but Steve reverses the whip and throws Zombie McMorris across the ring and into the other corner. Steve runs at ZMAC for a big splash, but ZMAC side steps the move and hits Orbit with a swinging neck breaker! Cover by ZMAC...
Zach Davis: Way too early to keep Steve down for the three.
Erin Robbins: And did you notice ICE’s count? It seemed fair to me.
ZMAC has Orbit back up and is wearing him out with some elbows to the back of the champs head. ZMAC than grabs Orbit and brings him up high in the air and then drops to the mat with a textbook falling vertical suplex.
Erin Robbins: Great move by ZMAC, who is in total control so far.
Zach Davis: Not so fast Erin, here comes Orbit!
Steve is back to his feet and has fought free of ZMAC grasp with some punches. ICE, the ref, gets in between the two wrestlers and breaks it up. He then begins to back Orbit back into the corner while giving him a quick lecture about not using closed fist punches in the match.
Zach Davis: And now come on, no one calls the closed fist punch rule anymore.
Erin Robbins: That just shows how serious ICE is truly taking his job.
Steve brushes past ICE and locks up with ZMAC. Orbit pushes ZMAC back into the corner and kicks him in the gut to take control of the match. Orbit than nails ZMAC across the chest with some mighty chest chops that the fans WOOO along with.
Zach Davis: The WCF fans love their world champion!
Erin Robbins: A man known for making money off innocent women! Yeah, real nice role model you moron fans!
Zach Davis: From what I have seen those women don’t seem so innocent.
Orbit has ZMAC back in the middle ring and drops him with a sweet standing dropkick. Steve then runs to the ropes and flips off with a springboard moonsault that connects perfectly on ZMAC!!! Steve then hooks ZMAC’s leg for a cover...
Zach Davis: Did that count seem a little slow to you?
Erin Robbins: What are you talking about? It was fine! Stop looking for things that aren’t there Mr. Oliver Stone!
Steve keeps on the pressure slapping a headlock on ZMAC. ZMAC begins to drop down to one knee, then he drops down to both knees and then finally Orbit squeezes so tight he gets ZMAC to lay on the ground. ICE begins to check the hold and suddenly begins to yell at Orbit to break the hold.
Zach Davis: What is going on now!?
Erin Robbins: Steve had obviously turned that headlock into an illegal choke. Once again, ICE is right on the ball!!
ICE pulls Orbit off ZMAC! Steve is quickly up to his feet and in the face of Beckman who is barking back. The distraction is enough for ZMAC to find his breath and grab Steve from behind for an old school boy roll up pin!!
Zach Davis: Now that was a quick count!
Erin Robbins: I don’t know what you are talking about.
Both wrestlers are quick to their feet, ZMAC runs at Orbit who is able to reserve the attack by quickly hip tossing ZMAC onto the ring back. Orbit then bounces off the ropes and drop a high knee onto the face of ZMAC!! Orbit makes another cover...
Zach Davis: Oh come on now! You have to admit that was a slow count.
Erin Robbins: Too fast, too slow...you’re too picky!!
Steve pounds the mat in frustration and shoots ICE a dirty look as he grabs ZMAC by the head and gets him to his feet. Steve throws ZMAC off the ropes and nails him upon his return his a cross-body block. Orbit skips the pin, grabs ZMAC and yanks him up only to drop him again, this time with a brainbuster! Orbit goes for the cover...
Zach Davis: Where is ICE going!?!
Erin Robbins: It looks like he is checking the match time with the official timekeeper.
Zach Davis: Oh this is getting ridiculous.
ICE gets the information he was looking for and finally turns to the pin attempt and drops to the mat for a count...
Steve gets up and is really pissed now! He gets into the face of ICE Beckman and the two begin to argue intensely! ZMAC sneaks up from behind and chop blocks Orbit in the knee. Orbit begins to limp around, until ZMAC grabs him and plants him with a reverse bulldog!! Cover by ZMAC...
THR- KICK OUT!!!
ZMAC keeps on the offensive by quickly slapping on a figure four leg-lock on the World Champion. ICE is quickly down on all fours checking if Steve wants to tap out. Steve begins to feed off the energy of the crowd’s cheers and begins to pull himself to the ropes. Just before Steve grabs the ropes, something seems to get into the eye of Natural ICE Beckman!!
Zach Davis: What the heck is that?!
Erin Robbins: Oh no, did Steve just spit in ICE’s eyes?
Zach Davis: What are you talking about!? Nothing at all like that happened!
Erin Robbins: Just speculating like you have been all match...sorrry, geesh!
ZMAC drags Steve back into the center of the ring and reapplies the figure four leg lock to the boos of the fans! But those boos turn into cheers of encouragement for the world champion, who digs down deep in order to turn himself over and reverse the move on ZMAC! ZMAC begins to feel the pain as ICE quickly goes and breaks up the submission move by untangling their legs.
Zach Davis: Wait! Why did ICE break that up!
Erin Robbins: He is trying to keep this match moving along! He is a true entertainer, not that you would know what that is like Zach.
Both men slowly make their way to their feet, but ZMAC is the first to gain control and begins to knock Orbit back with some mighty haymaker punches. Steve stumbles back a bit, but gets an arm up to block a punch and begins to fire back with a few of his own. But ZMAC stops that barrage in its track with a nasty eye rack, which ICE just happens not to see.
Zach Davis: How did ICE not see that?!?
Erin Robbins: See what?
Orbit is holding his eyes and stumbling around the ring, right into ZMAC’s arms who plants him out of nowhere with a double-arm spiked DDT!!
Zach Davis: McMorris just hit one of his signature moves!
Erin Robbins: The World Tour ’69! And Steve is out of it! Cover by ZMAC!!
THRE- KICK OUT!!
ZMAC pounds the mat and wonders how Orbit kicked out of that. ZMAC grabs Steve by his ears and pulls him back up. ZMAC takes a moment to taunt his opponent and then another to get the fans going by signaling for his finishing move, when Bam out of nowhere Steve hits ZMAC with a huge back hand slap!!!!
Zach Davis: THE PIMP SLAP!!
Erin Robbins: Orbit is going for the cover.
Zach Davis: ICE STOPPED COUNTING!!!
Erin Robbins: And now he is giving Steve THE FINGER!!
Steve goes wide eyed and is truly pissed now! ICE just smiles in his face and begins to walk away!! Steve isn’t going to let that happen and grabs ICE and spins him around. ICE throws a right hand at Steve’s face; Steve blocks it and begins to wail on ICE with rights and lefts!! The crowd is going nuts as the World Champ is knocking the U.S. Champ backwards with the assault.
Zach Davis: Steve has had enough of ICE and is kicking his ass!!
Erin Robbins: Hitting the REF!! DQ this MAN NOW!!
ICE stops the attack with a well-placed kick to Steve’s nuts! The men in the crowd all feel his pain as Orbit grabs his world famous...well you know. ICE then pushes Steve, who stumbles into the arms of ZMAC. Zombie McMorris plants The Mack with a big time gut wrench powerbomb!!
Zach Davis: That is the AXE WOUND! ZMAC’s finisher!!
Erin Robbins: Cover by ZMAC!!
Zach Davis: OH COME ON! WHAT A RIP-OFF!!
Erin Robbins: Zombie just pinned Steve Orbit!
Zach Davis: With a HUGE assist on every level from ICE Beckman!
Erin Robbins: I am not sure what you are talking about Zach, but please don’t take away from ZMACs awesome performance here tonight.
Kyle Steel: And the Winner of this Match...Zombie McMorris!!
ICE and ZMAC shake hands, before ICE lifts ZMAC’s hand high into the air that is like a cue for the fans to rain down boos on the two Vapor Kings.
Zach Davis: What a disgusting display this was!
Erin Robbins: Stop tainting this great match with your crazy talk Zach.
Orbit begins to come around and watches with an intense glare as ICE and ZMAC walk, all smiles, up the ramp to the back!
Zach Davis: All I know is Steve isn’t going to let this go without some revenge on ICE.
Erin Robbins: All I know is a Vapor King just pinned Orbit...could we see that again at Ultimate Showdown?
Zach Davis: Only if another Vapor King is the Ref like tonight.
Erin Robbins: Only time will tell.
Scene cuts backstage where Marina Valdivia and her publicist Allison Mayberry are having a conversation about next week. While they're satisfied with Marina's win earlier, that's the furthest thing from their minds
Allison: You don't have to do this, you know?
Marina Valdivia: I'm aware of that...
Allison: I'm not saying you can't win the United States title, because I DO believe in you. Always! But in the end, it's YOUR decision, not Eric Price's. It's what YOU want. You still have time to change your mind, IF that's what you want. Either way though, I'll stand by you.
Marina Valdivia: You see Allison...., that's the thing....
She takes a deep breath.
Marina Valdivia: I'm not changing my mind!
Allison: Are you sure? I'm just saying that you're playing into HIS hands if you....
Marina Valdivia: Allison...
Allison stops what she's saying.
Marina Valdivia: I'm not playing into anyone's hands. I'm not doing this because it's something Eric Price wants. I made my choice, it's the United States championship, next week. That's final. Because at the end of the day Allison, I had a little time to think about it tonight and as it turns out...
A small smirk comes on her face.
Marina Valdivia: ...it's what I wanted all along!
Allison: Well...since you put it that way, then alright. Like I said, I'm standing by you no matter what happens! You've worked so hard for that moment next week, and I know you can seize it, embrace it and own it. Next week is it....
Marina Valdivia: I've come a long way haven't I?
Allison: You have! I just have this hunch that next week, something special is going to happen. I'm not listening to this nonsense and this drivel that ICE is "unbeatable". To HELL with that!
Marina Valdivia: Indeed! He's had a hell of a run, almost dynastic in a sense. But all dynasties are meant to fall? Right?
The two continue their conversation as the scene ends.
The camera opens once again backstage of the First Mariner Arena once more. WCF Hardcore Champion Alexander Richards and his manager Shaun Zach are trodding along a quiet hallway, dressed up and ready to depart from the arena. The mood is jovial around here, as the pair joke about boisterously amongst themselves. A few punches land here and there - such is the bond between the two boys.
As the pair turn a corner, they halt in their paths. Standing in front of them is Doctor Remus Micayle, dressed in his usual ring attire and grinning while covered in a sheen of sweat. To top off the slightly alarming image, he has a baseball bat in his right hand, while his WCF Tag Team Championship is clasped tightly in the other. Micayle takes a step forward, and the pair instantly stiffen up, ready to strike back in the case of an attack. Nonplussed, Micayle calls out in an insolent tone.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Alexander, Alexander…
Not responding, Richards merely glares at the Scientist. He steps forward as well, but Shaun Zach pulls him back. It’s obvious that the manager of the WCF Hardcore Champion is not wanting his client to get into a confrontation and risk getting an injury just mere weeks before Ultimate Showdown. Micayle notices the slight action and leers at him.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Don’t worry, hanger-on, your boyfriend here won’t be getting hurt… much.
To accentuate the point, Micayle taps the baseball bat on his thigh, before hoisting it behind his back batter-style. A show of threat, if nothing else. Richards bristles visibly at that. With that same infuriating smile on his face, the Scientist walks towards the duo, before stopping mere inches away from the scowling Richards. This time, the usually docile fan favourite is unable to contain his contempt for Micayle.
Alex Richards: You want to play ball, Doctor Anus?
Micayle cocks his head to the side questioningly at that comment.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You did ask me to do something about it in your segment tonight, didn’t you? Weren’t you all cocky and cheeky about it? YOLO ADRIAN? Huh?
He takes another step towards Richards just as the Hardcore Champion does the same. The two men are practically touching noses now.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I could so easily take you out right now, loon. One good, hard smack to your soft brain case and the WCF Hardcore division will be missing its leader. One tight battering to your gonads… and dear Alexander will have to be forced to relinquish the championship he worked sooooo hard for. And for how long did he hold that belt for only anyway?
Richards’s eyes widen in rage at that infuriating comment.
Doctor Remus Micayle: So guess, what am I going to do right now?
To the side, Shaun Zach gulps. This seems to be turning ugly. A few tense moments pass, as neither Richards nor Micayle seems willing to back away from the confrontation, despite the latter being armed with what could possibly be a career-ending weapon. Finally, Micayle steps away.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I’ll see you… soon, puppy. Keep that championship safe. You never know when you might… lose it.
Shaking his head in amusement, Micayle stalks off. He swings away, and continues striding down the hallway, leaving both Richards and Shaun Zach standing in the hallway in slight bemusement at what just happened. Slam then fades to a commercial for Ultimate Showdown.
Zach Davis: Our next match is the main event.
Erin Robbins: This match has an additional stipulation. If Team Science successfully defends their championship, they will be entered in the Ultimate Showdown.
Zach Davis: But, on the other hand if Jayson Price and The Monster Oblivion do successfully defeat their opponents, Jayson Price will be a three time tag team champion and Oblivion will be a two time tag champion.
Erin Robbins: That is IF they DO defeat Team Science. Either way, this match deserves the main even billing.
Zach Davis: That is correct!! Fans, buckle up!! This match will be a bumpy ride!!
All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. Kyle Steel is in the center, of the ring.
Kyle Steel: This is the MAIN EVENT, of the evening!! The following match is for the WCF World Tag Team Championships!!
When the vocals of "The Final Countdown" kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction.
Half of the First Mariner Arena: FUCK YOU PRICE!!
Other half of the arena: JAYSON FUCKING PRICE!!
Half of the First Mariner Arena: FUCK YOU PRICE!!
Other half of the arena: JAYSON FUCKING PRICE!!
Zach Davis: This crowd is definitely divided, tonight!!
The chants continue as Price pulls out a bible, opens it and pulls out a flask before tossing the bible to the side. As the boos continue, Price heads down the ramp, but stops...
Erin Robbins: What is Jayson Price doing?!
Jayson Price points towards the entrance stage.
Zach Davis: What's going on?
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed First Mariner 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!!
The crowd begins to murmur. The song slowly becomes a mash up between BREATHE and The Final Countdown. 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. Oblivion quickly walks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The Monster meets Jayson Price near the beginning of the entrance ramp. The cameraman gets real close, as both Oblivion and Jayson Price sneer at the camera, as they approach the ringside area.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring, weighing in at a combined weight of 560 pounds. This is Mr. Every Title Jayson Price and The Monster Oblivion!!
The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster and Jayson Price slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Price slaps a few hands while taking drinks from his flask. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Price rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet. Price heads for the nearest corner and climbs up to the second rope and flips off the crowd. Mr. Every Title turns around and perches himself on the top turnbuckle. 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. Price will pull off his t-shirt and fake throws it into the crowd before throwing it into the face of Stanley Moser.
Zach Davis: It looks as if the team of Jayson Price and Oblivion is ready for this tag title match.
The opening riff to "The Stringless Violin" by Adagio blasts through the speakers of the arena as boos immediately erupt from the live crowd. The lights in the arena start to grow dimmer by a notch, as a sole spotlight appears on the top of the ramp. A geared-up Doctor Remus Micayle struts out from the back, his body illuminated from the slight darkness, followed slowly behind by the First Apostle, Nathan von Liebert. Wasting little time, the pair makes their way to the ring, casually ignoring both the jeers from the fans and their attempts to agitate them. The spotlight follows, giving Remus a regal appearance in the modest darkness while Nathan stays in the shadows.
Kyle Steel: From Phoenix, Arizona and The Nightmare Realm… weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred and forty-seven pounds… they are Doctor Remus Micayle and Nathan von Liebert... Team SCIENCE!
The self-proclaimed Second Coming of Darwin rolls into the ring, and the spotlight grows to an intensity that's almost blinding in brightness. Through the glare, however, it can still be seen by the fans that Micayle raising both of his hands in the air. As he slowly lowers them down, the spotlight slowly dims in strength, almost as if he was the one controlling the light. He strides to the center of the ring, glancing from time to time at those currently in the ring with him, almost as if he's afraid of being backstabbed. The raucous crowd continues booing as he pointedly ignores them, his mind only focused on the match ahead. Nathan waits for the lights to die down before he climbs into the ring without any further fanfare.
Erin Robbins: WHOA!! ALL FOUR MEN ARE GOING AT IT!!
WHAM!! SMASH!! BAM!! SMASH!! WHAM!!
Stanley Moser does his best to separate the four men.
Zach Davis: The referee has separated Nathan von Liebert and Jayson Price.
Erin Robbins: But it's Doctor Remus Micayle and Oblivion that are continuing taking body and head shots at one another.
Zach Davis: WCF Senior Referee finally have NvL and Jayson Price in their corner.
Erin Robbins: RIGHT JAB!!
Zach Davis: Remus Micayle nails The Monster with a right cross and then with a left hook!!
Oblivion stumbles backwards.
Erin Robbins: That was a devastating European uppercut!!
Zach Davis: That knocked Oblivion backwards.
Oblivion roars out and charges towards Micayle.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails Dr. Remus with front kick to his mid-section!!
The Monster pops Micayle with a quick right jab.
The Monster pops Micayle with a quick right jab.
Zach Davis: Oblivion nails Remus Micayle with another quick right jab!!
Erin Robbins: The good doctor gets his bell rung with a spinning back hand!
Zach Davis: That European uppercut knocks Dr. Remus Micayle a few feet back.
The Second Coming Of Darwin Himself charges towards Oblivion...
Erin Robbins: Oblivion charges towards The Perspicacious One.
Zach Davis: CLOTHESLINE!!
Micayle gets up quickly and charges back at The Dark One Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Another clothesline knocking down Dr. Remus Micayle.
Dr. Remus slowly stands up, as Oblivion slowly and methodically walk towards the fallen doctor.
Zach Davis A savate back gut kick!!
Erin Robbins: FIRST LAW!!
Zach Davis: That kick knocked The Monster back.
Micayle grabs Oblivion and whips Oblivion into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion bounces off the ropes...
Zach Davis: A HUUUUGE BACK BODY DROP!!
Oblivion arches IT's back in pain.
Erin Robbins: Remus Micayle is stomping down on Oblivion.
Micayle grabs to pick up Oblivion.
Oblivion jabs IT's filthy fingers into the throat of Micayle. Stanley Moser admonishes Oblivion for his action.
Erin Robbins: That's right Stanley Moser!! don't be afraid. You tell them wrestlers a thing or two!! You go boy!!
Zach Davis just stares at Erin Robbins, as he slowly shakes his head.
Dr. Micayle staggers over to the direction of his Team Science partner, Nathan von Liebert. The crowd gets excited.
Erin Robbins: Dr. Remus is gonna make the tag to a very ready NvL!!
Oblivion smashes a forearm to the back of the head of the doctor.
Zach Davis: The Monster walks up behind Remus Micayle.
Erin Robbins: A bulldog by Oblivion!!
Zach Davis: A pin being made by The God of Insanity!!
The crowd roars with excitement.
Erin Robbins: Remus Micyale kicks out at two and two-thirds!!
Oblivion grabs Micayle in a reverse chinlock.
Zach Davis: Oblivion slows this match down with a chin lock.
Micayle slowly stands up. That makes Oblivion to change the reverse chin lock into a side headlock.
Erin Robbins: The Doctor nails Oblivion's ribs with a hard forearm smash!!
Micayle nails another forearm smash to the ribs of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: HOLY COW!! The good doctor just picked up Oblivion and nailed IT with a German suplex.
Remus is slowly crawling to his corner. Jayson Price runs into the ring and grabs Micayle's right foot.
Erin Robbins: Price has Dr. Micayle.
Micayle smashes his left boot into the face of Jayson Price.
Zach Davis: Another boot smash into the face of Jayson Price!!
The crowd is cheering and freaking out.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is walking the top ring rope!!
Zach Davis: What the Hell?! Oblivion just leg dropped Dr. Remus Micayle who was trying to make the tag to a very VERY anxious Nathan von Liebert!!
Both Oblivion and Jayson Price grab Micayle and throws him into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Dr. Micayle was tossed into the ropes.
Zach Davis: The great doctor bounces off the ropes, Oblivion is waiting but drops to the mat. The Perspicacious One jumps over Oblivion, but runs into a leapfrog by Jayson Price.
The Doctor bounces off the ropes but stops and grabs for Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Where did Dr. Micayle get the strength?!
Micayle gutwrench suplexed Oblivion. The crowd reacts with mixed emotions as Dr. Micayle crawls towards his corer, where NvL is slamming down his right boot and slamming his left hand of the top turnbuckle. Jay Price lunges towards A reaching Dr. Remus Micayle.
Zach Davis: The Doctor makes the tag!!
Nathan von Liebert comes in with guns a blazin'.
Erin Robbins: NvL tears into both Jayson Price and Oblivion!!
Jayson gets his eyes raked by NvL. Oblivion gets IT's eye gouge.
Zach Davis: NvL is nearly ripping off the face of both of his opponents!!
NvL nails Oblivion with a headbutt. He follows that up with a European Uppercut, then finishes off with a big boot!!
Erin Robbins: OBLIVION IS DOWN!!! OBLIVION IS DOWN!!
Zach Davis: von Liebert is making a pin attempt!!
Stanley Moser slides into position.
Erin Robbins: Jayson Price breaks up the pin with a flying elbow drop!!
Price grabs NvL and throws him shoulder first into a corner.
Zach Davis: Price goes back to his corner.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion makes the tag!!
Jayson Price charges into the ring...
Zach Davis: WHAM!! DOWN GOES LIEBERT!!
NvL crashes down to the mat.
Zach Davis: WHAM!! Down goes Micayle!!
Price grabs Liebert....
Erin Robbins: Release belly to belly suplex!!
Zach Davis: Here comes Dr. Remus!!
Erin Robbins: HERE COMES OBLIVION!!
Oblivion clotheslines Dr. Micayle over the top ring rope, which cause Oblivion to flip over the top ring rope!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion just clothesline Remus Micayle over the top rope!! But, The Monster lands on top of the good doctor!!
NvL charges at Jayson Price, but Price dodges Liebert and grabs NvL from behind.
Erin Robbins: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Price goes for the pin....
Oblivion and Remus Micayle slowly get up.
Zach Davis: Oblivion slams a knee into the mid-section of Dr. Micayle!!
Erin Robbins: A boot from Micayle into the gut of The Monster...
Zach Davis: Inverted DDT!!
Micayle doesn't waste time and grabs Oblivion.
Zach Davis: NO! NO!! NOOOOOO!!
Oblivion gets tossed into the ring steps, which dislodged the top section, of the ring steps.
Erin Robbins: Dr. Micayle stands there smiling!!
Micayle charges towards Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just picks up Dr. Micayle and slams him, face first, into the ring post.
Price grabs NvL and whips him into the ropes.
Price bounces off the ropes...
Erin Robbins: NvL nails Jayson Price with a big boot!!
The crowd screams out as Liebert slowly turns around...
Zach Davis: FALLING DOCTOR!!
Oblivion nails NvL with a gutwrench powerbomb. Price flies off the tip turnbuckle...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!! HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS AWESOME!!
Erin Robbins: The WTF Maneuver!!
Jayson Price nails a prone NvL with a moonsault.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price is making another pin attempt!!
Erin Robbins: Out of nowhere... Dr. Remus Micayle with a diving elbow drop!!
Oblivion charges at Micayle and slams him into a corner.
Zach Davis: Dr. Remus bounces off the turnbuckles...
Oblivion grabbed the throat of Micayle with both nasty hands holds up The Doctor for a count of three, then...
Erin Robbins: SITDOWN POWERBOMB!!
Micayle rolls out of the ring. Oblivion stands up as Price grabs NvL
Zach Davis: NvL just jammed a thumb into the left eye of Jayson Price.
Nathan grabs Price and Price's arms between the middle and top rope. Then, scaling the top turnbuckle, Nathan rope walks until he is above Price, and bounces on the ropes. The crowd groans with delight, as Von Libert is putting extreme pressure on the opponent's arms.
Erin Robbins: That is putting a lot of pressure on Jayson Price's arms
Zach Davis: NvL grabs Price's neck, drops to his knees, snapping the neck of Price, backwards.
Stanley Moser has all of his attention towards Jayson Price. Oblivion enters the ring and partially bounces off the ropes to get extra mementum....
Dr. Remus Micayle grabs Oblivion legs and pulls The Monster out to the ring side area. With the referee pre-occupied, Micayle pushes Oblivion, who just kicks Micayle in the mid-section. the nearby crowd are anticipating some real good old-fashioned violence.
Erin Robbins: That kick makes Dr. Remus Micayle bend over and down to one knee.
Stanley Moser helps Jayson Price free from the ropes. Micayle is slowly getting up from the one knee....
Zach Davis: HOLY HANNAH!! DR. REMUS MICAYLE NAILS OBLIVION WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!
Oblivion just collapses to the ring side mats.
Erin Robbins: The referee didn't see it. Dr. Micayle nailed Oblivion's cranium with a steel chair!!
Jayson Price staggers out to the center, of the ring.
Zach Davis: Nathan lifts Jayson Price in a reverse suplex, and then lets go, letting Jay Price drop head first to the mat.
Oblivion tries to enter the ring. NvL grabs Oblivion and pull IT into the ring.
Erin Robbins: NvL hits a roundhouse kick to Oblivion's head.
Zach Davis: The Monster spins around to a waiting Remus Micayle, who turns Oblivion with another roundhouse kick. Oblivion drops to the mat.
Both Micayle and Von Liebert grab Jayson Price...
Oblivion struggles to stand up.
Erin Robbins: I DON'T BELIEVE IT!! OBLIVION IS STILL STANDING!!
Micayle charges at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: IT'S CHECK OUT TIME!!
Oblivion nails Dr. Remus with a superkick!! Micayle crawls backwards leaning towards a corner, grabbing his own head. The Monster helps up Price, who bolts towards NvL, grabbing him around his neck with both hands.
Erin Robbins: CRAVATE SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: HOLY COW!! OBLIVION FLIES!!
The First Mariner Arena glows as thousand camera flashes, as Oblivion flies in the air with a moonsault.
Erin Robbins: OBI-SAULT!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Out of nowhere, Dr. Remus Micayle charge at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: SNAP NECKBREAKER!!
Oblivion collapses to the mat. The crowd begins to chant, as Dr. Micayle also collapses down to the mat.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!! THIS IS AWESOME!!
Erin Robbins: Everyone of the competitors are down on the mat!!
Jayson Price slowly stands up, so does Nathan Von Liebert and Dr. Remus Micayle.
Zach Davis: Both Remus Micayle and NvL are pummeling Jayson Price!!
They continue to beatdown Price, until Micayle hits the Doctor Bomb, but continues to hold on to Jayson Price, before pulling him up once more.
Erin Robbins: Micayle then flips Jayson Price away from himself and towards NvL...
NvL nails Price with the Straight Jacket Drop. The crowd cheers as Oblivion grabs Remus Micayle....
Zach Davis: SOULTAKER!!
Oblivion nails Dr. Micayle with a inverted suplex.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion sees NvL, with a rage of internal hatred and charges at him....
Oblivion collapses down to the ring. NvL grabs Jayson Price in a reverse suplex then lets go, letting Jayson Price drop head first to the mat.
Zach Davis: STRAIGHT JACKET DROP!!
NvL makes a quick cover on Price. Stanley Moser slides into position.
Erin Robbins: Team Science has done it!!
Kyle Steel: The winners of the match and STIIIIIIILL WCF WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!
Zach Davis: That was an incredible match up!!
Erin Robbins: It sure was!! Either team could of came out with a pin!! But, it was the tag team champions that came out with a win!!
Zach Davis: But, it could of gone either way!!
Before Slam can end... Master of Puppets hits. The fans boo mercilessly.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the owner of the company! Here comes Seth.
Zach Davis: After the events of the past week, it's about time our illustrious leader shows his face.
Seth steps out from the back, pretending to be sheepish.. before exploding onto the stage and into a chorus of booing. He's wearing a T-shirt that says #TeamSarah. The fans boo him even more thanks to this, and he soaks it in like a sponge, taunting people as he walks up the ramp.
Erin Robbins: I can't condone anything Sarah Twilight has done. But apparently Seth is STILL on her side?
Zach Davis: Disgusting. I know we hate owner-drama, but what business does this man have running this company?
Seth slides into the ring and grabs the microphone from Kyle.
Seth Lerch: Well congratulations, Team Science. Great job, Oblivion and Jayson Price. You've allowed the most dangerous tag team in recent memory to enter the Ultimate Showdown match. You've allowed a former winner, Nathan von Liebert, in. You've allowed the good Doctor in. Smart move!
Seth Lerch: And also congratulations to you fans. Thanks to you, Sarah Twilight has decided to take her ball and go home. She's decided that you're not worth her effort.
The fans boo some more!
Zach Davis: That... That isn't really what happened, but okay.
Seth ignores them.
Seth Lerch: So yes, indeed, Sarah Twilight and Lilith are gone. But-
Sweet Home Alabama hits and the crowd pops! Both members of the New Confederacy, Johnny Reb and Doc Henry, come out. The fans chant "NEW CON-FEDERACY!" as best they can as the former Tag Team Champions head to the ring.
Erin Robbins: What are THEY doing here?
Zach Davis: They WERE the first team that Twilight and Lilith attacked, Erin.
Reb and Henry both slide into the ring. Reb takes a mic.
Johnny Reb: Really, Seth?
The fans boo.
Johnny Reb: It comes to this? You let Sarah Twilight and Lilith walk back into WCF... attack the New Confederacy.. and let 'em walk right back out before me an' Doc can get our revenge?
The fans boo; they want revenge. Reb shakes his head.
Johnny Reb: That ain't gonna fly, Seth.
Seth looks a little scared and backs away from Reb and Doc.
Seth Lerch: Look, uh... What do you want me to do? I didn't tell them to attack you! They did what they wanted to do, and-
Reb grabs Seth by his shirt.
Johnny Reb: AND YOU ENCOURAGED IT! You let them do whatever they wanted, an' you encouraged it, Seth!
Seth Lerch: Stop! Stop! I'm... I'm sorry!..
Johnny shoves Seth away.
Seth Lerch: Look, what do you want?
Henry takes the mic from Seth.
Doc Henry: We don't want anything from you, besides an opportunity. You want to make it up to us? Give us an opportunity. At Ultimate Showdown, give us a Tag Team Titles Contendership match.
Seth nods his head.
Seth Lerch: You got it! You got it! Anything! You got it!
The fans roar as cowardly Seth agrees. Reb and Doc both smile and nod.
Doc Henry: Smart move, Seth. Smart move.
With that, Doc Henry and Johnny Reb exit the ring and begin heading to the back. Seth brushes himself off, very shaken.
Seth Lerch: Anyway... I came out of here to do a lot of things, and not just talk about Sarah Twilight. I also came out here to talk about Pantheon.
Pop from the crowd!
Seth Lerch: You see, I don't think it's fair that both Steve Orbit and Jayson Price are in the main event at Ultimate Showdown. Two Pantheon members? Come on now.
The fans begin murmuring.
Zach Davis: Is he going to take Jayson Price out of the match?
Seth Lerch: So, what do I do about that? Easy. I make sure that Steve Orbit doesn't make it to the Ultimate Showdown match. Orbit claims to be a fighting Champion and all that... which is why I've decided he's got to defend his World Title... NEXT WEEK!
The fans boo Seth's motives.
Seth Lerch: The way I see it, there's a good chance that even if Orbit makes it to Ultimate Showdown, he's gonna lose that belt. He's held the belt for a while now, and I'm sure he wants to be seen as a credible Champion. And there's one thing you've got to do to become a truly credible Champion in the WCF, as far as I'm concerned.
Seth looks into the camera.
Seth Lerch: Next week at Slam, Steve Orbit defends the WCF World Heavyweight Championship... against Logan.
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: LOGAN VERSUS ORBIT NEXT WEEK!?
Erin Robbins: One week before Ultimate Showdown! What?!
Seth Lerch: That's right! So-
The Mysterious Pantheon Theme hits.
Zach Davis: Seems like Steve Orbit might have something to say!
...But no. Instead of Steve Orbit, a different man walks out.
Erin Robbins: JONNY FLY.
Jonny Fly walks to the ring instead! The fans cheer as Fly steps in. Seth looks both fearful and annoyed as Fly takes a mic.
Seth Lerch: What do YOU want?
Jonny Fly: Basically, I've been sitting in the back waiting for you to give me a reason to come out here, and finally, you have. Giving a bonafide, certifide Flyjobber a World Title chance against my boy Orbit is reason enough. Seth...
Seth raises an eyebrow.
Jonny Fly: I'M BACK.
The crowd pops!
Jonny Fly: I'm ready for in ring competition again, Seth. Ultimate Showdown is coming up, and I don't intend to miss one of the biggest shows on the WCF calendar. So I'm letting you know here and now... Jonny Fly is ready for action.
Seth actually grins.
Seth Lerch: You know, I'm glad you came out to say that, because I've got a roster full of hungry people. You're back? Well, you'll wrestle next week, first of all. No grand RETURN TO IN RING ACTION! PPV match for you, Fly, you're right back on Slam.
Jonny Fly: And Ultimate Showdown. My opponent is?
Seth Lerch: You'll find out next week. And that's really all I have to say for tonight. Goodnight, everybody!
Seth drops the mic and goes to leave. Fly grabs his arm, however, and spins him around.
Jonny Fly: One second. This is for Orbit.
Fly gives Seth a huge Pimp Slap! Seth drops to the ground as the fans cheer and Fly climbs onto a turnbuckle, raising his arms triumphantly in the air!
Zach Davis: I hate to steal from Freddy, but... WHOA!
Erin Robbins: Jonny Fly is back!, we've got Logan versus Orbit next week... god DAMN!
Fly celebrates as Slam comes to a close.