Several cameras go rushing to the back part of the Nationwide Arena, where some of the WCF trucks and some of the employees automobiles are parked. Several WCF wrestlers are seen, already involved in a knock down all out fight.
Dave "Bouncer" Manning: GET OFF ME!!
Bouncer nails Robert Wolf with a right jab, followed up with a left hook.
The cameramen are trying to separate around the cluster of mass of several men bashing each other....
Zombie McMorris just picked up Livewire and threw him against a brick wall. Livewire. bounces off the wall, from the momentum...
Zombie McMorris: TASTE MY BOOT BITCH!!
ZMAC tries to walk away, but a dazed Livewire grabs the foot of McMorris. Livewire stands up as ZMAC tries to gain his composure from tripping...
Livewire: HIGH VOLTAGE BITCH!!
The mass of humanity pushes against Livewire, who is slammed against the white cinder block wall.
Jack Happy: LIVEWIRE IS DOWN!! TOO BAD BABYGURL!!
There is voice behind Jack Happy.
Logan: GET YOUR OWN GIMMICK!! BOUDLE BITCH!!
Logan does a complete back flip, but before landing his foot connects under the Jack Happy's chin. Oblivion is just swinging at anyone that is near The Monster. Bouncer, Robert Wolf, ZMAC, Odin Balfore, Logan, Doc Henry, Steve Orbit, Jack Happy, and Livewire are staying clear of The Monster, who appears to have one particular mission....
Oblivion: HENRY!! WHERE ARE YOU, BOY?! DOC HENRY... YOO-HOOOOOOOOOOO.... DOC HENRY WHERE ARE YOU?!
The ten individuals continue to strike each other, doesn't matter who it was, friend or foe... IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER!! Everyone is more slower than before. Everyone is nailing and executing some of their signature maneuvers, as well as some of their finishing moves.
Cameraman #1: Isn't this shit crazy?!
Cameraman #2: This is off the charts. Look everyone is trying to tear each other limb from limb and Slam hasn't even started yet.
Cameraman #3: I think it just started.
You can hear everyone of the individuals screaming, yelling, hurling out obscene insults at one another. The backstage loading parking area, is now in complete shambles. Everyone is holding their backs and arms.
Cameraman #4: THIS IS SOOO AWESOME!! PEOPLE ARE GETTING THROWN AGAINST TRUNKS AND WALLS.
Cameraman #1: Someone just powerslammed on the concrete!!
Cameraman #3: Oh... HELL!! That was one nasty chair shot!!
Cameraman #2: OH HELL... HERE COMES TROUBLE!!
The entire WCF Security team, including some other Administration from WCF Offices come running towards the mass of fighting individuals.
WCF Security: ALRIGHT GUYS!! GUYS!! KNOCK THIS SHIT OFF!! SLAM JUST STARTED. Some of you have matches to get ready for...
Oblivion charges over to Doc Henry. The Monster grabs Doc Henry, but Oblivion is grabbed from behind. This causes Doc Henry to slip away in the mass of humans, with WCF Security trying to break up the fight. Logan grabs Oblivion....
Logan: Connector City.... BOUDLE BITCH!!
Several wrestlers fly over the helpless WCF Security staff. Alex Richards flies into the fight and proceeds to pound down on Logan and Livewire.
Alex Richards: WHERE IS DOC HENRY?!?! Oblivion you alright?!
Oblivion: As good as IT'll ever be!!
Alex Richards: What started this?!
Oblivion: No one really knows. Before anyone could get a grasp of anything, this fight broke out. Everyone and everyone, not caring who it is, is getting smashed!! Friends fighting with friends. Enemies destroying THEIR enemies!!
Zombie McMorris and Odin Balfore proceed to nail each other with rights and lefts. Feet and knees are also flying.
Several wrestlers are swinging chairs and throwing them at each other. Several people are getting slammed against the equipment trunks. Alex Richards and Oblivion proceed to work as cohesive unit as they target Livewire and Bouncer. Richards picks up Livewire with a press slam, but drops him. As Livewire screams as he falls face first to the concrete....
Oblivion: IT'S CHECK OUT TIME.... BITCHEEEEEEESS!!
Alex Richards: HAHAHAHAHAHA!! YOU GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT... BITCH!!
Chaos still remain strangling the Nationwide backstage area.
Oblivion collapses.... face first, as a large pool of blood surrounds The Monster. Several wrestlers stop fighting. Alex Richards rushes over to Oblivion....
Alex Richards: SOMEONE GO GET THE PARAMEDICS!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWW!! GO GET THEM NOOOWWW!!
Richards notices a playing card. Richards flips it over and notices the back of the playing is of a Confederate flag. Richards goes into a blind rage. Richards begins to throw anything he gets his hands on. Several wrestlers try to calm Richards down. Richards shows everyone the card.
Alex Richards: LOOK! LOOK!! Those God Damn CONFEDS did this!! Reb and Henry!!
Richards also looks down and sees white arm and wrist wraps.
Alex Richards: This looks very familiar. But, would he have the guts to do this to The Monster Oblivion?!
Scene fades, as the crowd of The Nationwide Arena in Columbus, Ohio begin to scream.
Zach Davis: Hello and good evening to another wonderful episode of Slam!!
Erin Robbins: I'm hearing that they are STILL fighting backstage!!
Zach Davis: They need to be careful, because some of them have matches tonight!!
Erin Robbins: Paramedics are looking over Oblivion, who is refusing medical attention. YES!! In fact, Oblivion has taken off, leaving a trail of blood behind IT.
Cameraman backstage. Oblivion trolls around, lurking and screaming....
Oblivion: DOC HENRYYYYYYYYY!! JOHNNY REEEEEEEEEBB!! WHERE ARE YOU COWARDS AT?!
A small young man, maybe a pencil pusher of one of the executives in WCF is seen. The Monster grabs this young man and slams him against a wall, in the hallway. With blood dripping from Oblivion's head, The Monster spits as IT screams very loudly and violently at the young man...
Oblivion: WHERE IS DOC HENRY?!
Young employee: I-I... d-don't kn-know!!
Oblivion: Too bad...
Oblivion grabs the young man in an inverted face lock. Oblivion grabs the side of the young man's slack and picks him up. The God of Insanity flops the guy back, while hanging on....
The young man just slumps down to the floor, twitching and slightly convulsing. The Monster just walks away, screaming....
Oblivion: DOC HENRY!! JOHNNY REB!!
The camera scene goes back to Zach and Erin.
Zach Davis: Absolutely crazy!!
Erin Robbins: We don't even know if Johnny Reb or even Doc Henry are even involved in that attack.
Zach Davis: Well at the next pay per view.... REVENGE, The New Confederacy IS facing off against the team of Alex Richards and Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: But, we STILL don't have any proof that either Doc Henry or Johnny Reb had ANYTHING to do with that attack.
Zach Davis: I'm sure there will be an investigation... alright WCF fans, we'll be right back....
"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 Buddy Roman steps out from behind the curtain, followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit. 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. Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, before Orbit struts towards the ring, followed by Roman, ignoring the boos from the crowd.
Erin Robbins: WCF Hardcore Champion and the newest Vapor King, "The Mack" Steve Orbit.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit did the UNTHINKABLE and turned on Pantheon last week right here on Slam. Nobody understands the reasoning. He seemed to be one of the most dedicated members of the group, and if anything, we thought Jayson Price would be the one to defect.
Orbit and Roman enter the ring as the crowd boos.
Erin Robbins: Right, because Price had turned on Orbit-- attacking him, walking out of tag matches, and so on. Of course, Pantheon had no problem with any of that. Who can blame Steve Orbit for disowning them?
Buddy Roman takes a mic from a ringhand.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen...
The crowd continues to boo. "RO-MAN SUCKS" chants start to gain traction. Buddy continues to talk over the angry crowd.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Buddy Roman. Some of you may know me as the advocate for my client, the WCF United States Champion, Zombie McMorris.
Buddy Roman: Some of you may know me as the proud manager of my son, WCF WORLD CHAMPION, the "True Cold Drunk", Natural ICE Beckman-Roman III!
Even more boos.
Buddy Roman: But ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you at this moment to officially announce to the world my latest talent acquisition. He is a man who needs no introduction. He is a former two-time World Champion. Former Tag Team champion. Former United States and Television champion. He is the CURRENT Hardcore champion. It is with great honor and distinction that I present to you, the NEWEST VAPOR KING... MY SON... THE MACK... STEVE... ORBIT... ROMAN!
Orbit steps forward, throwing the Hardcore title over his head with both hands. He remains stone-faced as the crowd boos. Buddy claps and looks upon Orbit with admiration. After a few moments soaking in the negative crowd reaction, Buddy begins to speak again.
Buddy Roman: This past week, on every social media outlet, the number one topic of discussion in the wrestling world has been... why, Steve Orbit? Why did my son, Steve Orbit, decide to join Buddy Roman and the Vapor Kings? Why would my son, Steve Orbit, "stab Pantheon in the back", as the majority of you fans so colorfully describe the actions that took place on Slam last week?
The crowd continues to boo. Some "WHY" chants are heard.
Buddy Roman: Oh, you want to know why? You want an explanation from Steve Orbit?
Buddy Roman: STEVE ORBIT OWES YOU NOTHING! Nothing! The Steve Orbit who was taken for a ride by Odin Balfore in the Alliance. The Steve Orbit who was left abandoned and alone by Waylon Cash. The Steve Orbit who was FRAMED by Jonny Fly, the Steve Orbit who was SUPERKICKED by Jayson Price... THAT STEVE ORBIT IS DEAD! Gone forever! That Steve Orbit was a lost soul. A man who had to look to all of you people for validation, for self-esteem, for self-confidence.
Buddy stands aside and points to Orbit.
Buddy Roman: You see, like so many of our youth today, Steve Orbit was a man who was raised without proper guidance. He was raised without discipline. He was raised... without a proper male role model, without a father figure to look up to. And he's been left, searching. Searching to fill that... that deep hole in his chest, and in his soul. He's moved from group to group, never finding what he was seeking-- UNTIL NOW!
Orbit nods along. Buddy puts his hand on Orbit's shoulder.
Buddy Roman: Steve Orbit has found what he is looking for. Steve Orbit has COME... HOME. He has found a home with me, his proud father-- and with his brother Natural ICE Beckman, and with my client Zombie "Z-MAC" McMorris. Steve Orbit was BORN to be a Vapor King. And in just one beautiful, wonderful, awe-inspiring display of motivation and self-confidence... he became a Vapor King, last week. He proved to the world that he was ready to leave behind the failure, and the back-stabbing, and the fruitless searching for acceptance.
The crowd boos as they are reminded of Orbit's turn.
Buddy Roman: Boo all you want... but I want you to know, if you boo this man, you are SELFISH. You are as selfish and delusional as the dirty crooks in Pantheon for expecting Steve Orbit to be someone or something that he is not. For the first time in his life, my son Steve Orbit-Roman is complete. If you can't see the beauty in that... well, maybe you need to look into your own heart and do some soul searching of your own.
The crowd boos. Buddy walks over to Orbit, talking in his ear. Perhaps asking if he wishes to add anything. Orbit shakes his head "no". Buddy raises Orbit's arm as "Who Gon Stop Me" hits the PA once again. The two men embrace in a hug in the center of the ring and we cut to commercial.
The arena goes black and subtle red hues begin to eminate from the entrance ramp as smoke rises.
And out of the darkness, the Zombie did call
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pyro blasts on the stage, igniting the entire rampway with fire as Cain emerges from the depths below. Eva and Thana appear at his side and follow their master down toward the ring as "Superbeast" by Rob Zombie blares over the loudspeakers. Cain enters the ring and proceeds to the center of it, raising his arms and slamming them downward in an instant.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Pyro errupts from the four posts of the ring as Cain salivates at the mouth, awaiting his next victim.
Lights go dark, then "In the End" by Linkin Park starts to play once the song hits the drum beat explosions shoot out of the stage. Lights stay dim as Brianna Powers walks out, as she looks around she turns and points to the entrance and The Bouncer walks out from behind the curtains. As they make their way slowly down the ring they ignore the fans, as fans scream at them in hatred, when they get to the ring Manning climbs up onto the mat. He walks over to a far turnbuckle as he climbs up he looks around and starts taunting the crowd, which makes them angrier, he jumps down and gives the ref his sunglasses.
TNT by AC/DC hits and Shawn Scholes walks out onto the ramp. He then walks to the ring. No explanation neccessary!
Zach Davis: Three big debuts!, here we go!
Both Scholes and The Bouncer start the match by running at Cain and attacking him, kicking him into the corner and then stomping a mudhole in him!
Erin Robbins: Cain is a pretty imposing figure; have they decided to take out the biggest threat first?
They stomp Cain down over and over until Scholes lifts him up and throws him out of the ring. Scholes and Manning then tie up. Manning gets the upper hand and is able to execute a Vertical Suplex, taking Scholes down onto the mat. Manning gets back up and stomps him repeatedly.
Zach Davis: Nothing pretty about The Bouncer's wrestling style here but he's getting the job done.
Manning lifts Scholes up and slowly, methodically thrusts his shoulder into him repeatedly. Scholes goes down and Manning drops for a pin.
No!, Cain breaks it up! Cain lifts Manning up and hits him with a few shots to the head before throwing him to the ropes and dropping him with a Sidewalk Slam. Cain goes for the pin.
No!, Manning kicks out of it!
Erin Robbins: Cain is back into this match! But not enough to take Manning out yet.
Scholes is up and hits Manning with a few forearms to his back before spinning him around and DDTing him to the mat! Scholes drops and pins Cain now.
No!, Manning breaks that up!
Zach Davis: The Bouncer isn't ready for this match to be over! And neither is Cain I'm sure!
Manning lifts Scholes up and throws him to the ropes. As Scholes is coming back Manning lifts him..
Erin Robbins: GORILLA SLAM! HE HAS HIM UP!
Zach Davis: What strength!
Manning drops Scholes with the Gorilla Slam! The crowd cheers the big move as Manning drops and goes for the pin!
Erin Robbins: NO! Cain breaks it up again!
Cain lifts Manning up and goes to throw him to the ropes, but Manning reverses it and sends Cain into the ropes instead. As Cain is running back he leaps.
Zach Davis: Superpunch!
Cain connects! He then turns, only to be dropped by a Clothesline by Scholes!
Erin Robbins: Scholes out of nowhere!
Scholes measures Manning, who is once again working his way up. Once Manning is to his feet he turns, Scholes runs at him and Clotheslines him clear out of the ring. He turns back to Cain who is stumbling up. Cain turns around, Scholes runs at him...
Zach Davis: SPEAR! He calls that the GDB!, and he hit it!
Scholes drops and pins Cain.
Erin Robbins: Shawn Scholes wins in his debut match!
The bell sounds as Scholes gets to his feet to get his arm raised. Outside of the ring Manning is pissed.
Zach Davis: Good debut from The Bouncer as well, and I have a feeling we haven't seen what Cain is really made of. But congrats to Scholes here tonight!
The lights dim, accompanied by purple lighting, as The British Invasion blasts over the PA system. Soon purple sparks ignite around the titantron and fall to the stage. Finally Ace Alpha enters the arena by a lift in the stage eliciting a mixed response from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in at 225 pounds…hailing from The British Empire…he is the Alpha Male…Ace Alpha!
‘The Alpha Male’ poses to display his muscularity before performing a slow, intimidating walk down the ramp ignoring the members of the WCF Galaxy. He walks straight up the steps onto the apron and dusts his feet off before getting into the ring. Once in the ring Alpha mounts the ring ropes clenches his right fist and raises it in the air for few seconds. After performing his ring entrance pose, he hops off the ropes and walks over to the side of the ring and asks for a microphone.
Zach Davis: Looks like WCF newcomer Ace Alpha is joining us here tonight.
Erin Robbins: He’s kinda cute…
Ace Alpha: My name is Ace Alpha. And I am “The Alpha Male”.
Ace pauses and flashes a cheesy grin.
Ace Alpha: Why Ace Alpha you ask? I’m the number one wrestler in the world and I’m always first into the door. I eat…sleep…and SHIT wrestling. This is my livelihood, when I’m not in this ring competing to see quite frankly who the better man is; I’m working out staying in top peak physical conditioning.
Ace flexes his right arm for the ladies.
Ace Alpha: Next week I make my debut here in Wrestling Championship Federation. I’ll be stepping into this ring again against whomever the blokes in the back see fit to put against me. So I figured I’d go ahead and get a little taste of the atmosphere here tonight…
Ace holds his nose in disgust.
Ace Alpha: And I gotta say it stinks…I’m sitting here in the back watching the show seeing the likes of cyborgs, mental patients, bouncers, drug-addicts, alcoholics, and even a Pimp for Lord’s sake. It’s utterly repulsive. Is this what wrestling has come to? As the new generations of “wrestlers” come it seems to get worse and worse.
Ace waves his finger in the air.
Ace Alpha: No…enough is enough. It’s time to get back down to the basics. It’s time to go Old School. The gloves how they say? The gloves are coming off! There was a time, a much simpler time, when wrestling was just the coolest thing you ever saw. It was in your face, smash mouth, one-fall to a finish, pure mayhem.
Ace Alpha: Don’t worry ladies and gents. I’m going to do you all a favor. I plan on bringing old school back. My goal is to make wrestling matter again, instead of being some freak, circus attraction that we have going on now.
Ace proceeds to lower the microphone seemingly finished.
Ace Alpha: I’ll be sure to make sure the process goes nice and easy. And I make a promise to you blokes in the back. It won’t hurt…that much…when I put you down out of misery. Only those true to wrestling will be able to last and hang with the Alpha Male…
Ace tosses the microphone down, poses for the crowd, and then exits the ring making his way to the back.
We are the Borg by StarshipEdelweiss hits and The Assimilated Human and The Assimilated Klingon walk out. They walk slowly to the ring with absolutely no emotion or any indication they notice the crowd or anything.
I'm Back plays and Jorge and Jey Diaz both run out from the back, the opposite of the Borgs, all excited and everything. They hit the ring!
Zach Davis: Here we go!
The Assimilated Klingon naturally goes right on the attack, Clotheslining down Jey Diaz. Then Jorge Diaz.
Erin Robbins: Even though he's been assimilated, he's still a Klingon, clearly.
Zach Davis: But, I mean... what? This doesn't make any sense.
Erin Robbins: Don't think about it, Zach.
The Diaz Brothers both get back to their feet and hit a Double Dropkick on the Klingon, sending him flying out. The Assimilated Human goes on the attack now but the Diaz brothers duck away from him. They both kick him in the gut and then execute a Double Suplex.
Zach Davis: The returning Diaz Brothers are in control!
The Assimilated Human slowly and methodically gets back to his feet, giving the Diaz Brothers the time they need to measure him up...
Erin Robbins: DOUBLE SUPERKICK!
Jorge Diaz drops down and pins him.
Erin Robbins: There it is! The Diaz Brothers return in winning fashion!
Zach Davis: Poop.
"Devil's Dance" plays to loud, intense booing. Anthony Douglas: Douglas comes out wearing a black t-shirt with his logo and the words "Dead Men Don't Feel Pain" on it, along with a jean shorts and black doc Marten boots.
Zach Davis: Another invasion from the psycho.
Erin Robbins: Psycho or not, what he did to Jay Omega last week was just amazing.
Zach Davis: No one doubts he's focused and ready, but how many enemies does this man have to have before the world falls down on him? Alex Jones is gunning for him, Jay Omega is gunning for him and he has his sights on Zombie McMorris.
Erin Robbins: I don't believe he cares.
Anthony slides into the ring, gets a microphone and points at paces around the ring.
Anthony Douglas: Seven years I've been fighting. For seven years, I've been getting screwed around. I can list the promotions, I can list the promoters. Even when I won the federation championship, I kept getting screwed over. This place isn't any different.
Anthony flips off both announcers, then turns to the back and points.
Anthony Douglas: The WCF is a big, giant ass, pure and simple. . .you've got two butt cheeks and an asshole. Butt cheek number #1: Jay Omega. . .proof abortions should be retroactive! Glad handing, act like he's special. A Nancy-boy. Peopl have asked me why I did what I did? Because I wanted to. Because Jay Omega, on his best day, which wasn't at the PPV and certainly wasn't last week, can't get the job done without help. It must suck going through life being a worthless jock sniffer.
The crowd has mixed feelings about that. Some cheer, most boo because they hate Anthony Douglas.
Zach Davis: He certainly has it out for Jay Omega.
Erin Robbins: From twitter, Jay Omega certainly has it out for him.
Anthony looks at his watch.
Anthony Douglas: The second butt cheek is the candy ass that runs this place, Seth Lerch. Twice you screwed me in two weeks. Twice you decided to do something to stop someone from getting the ass whipping they deserve. Listen. . .you may think you do, but you don't run sh*t pal. It isn't about titles or money, Seth. . .it's about sending a message! You don't control sh*t, son, except maybe a bowel movement and only then when you build up enough testosterone to not like like a baby back bitch!
The crowd cheers a little more at that, but still boo loud.
Anthony Douglas: But the asshole in the middle is Zombie McMorris. A man who will never have hemorrhoids because he is a completely perfect asshole! You have two people carrying your water for you and you prove it by being their little bitch. You may think, because you don't know Anthony Douglas that could can walk over him. That just isn't going to happen. I just learned that what society considers the norm is really just a prolonged ticket to the pits of hell. All I care about is how I can get there faster and take as many people as I can with me! And the Vapor Kings. . .just the pile of sh*t the WCF ass leaves on the ground, beginning with Zombie McMorris, who only proves the notion that every hot girl has at least one gay friend!
The crowd laughs a little, but boos continue.
Anthony Douglas: Champion, winner. . .hell, son, the only thing you've done that impresses me is coming out and being able to string words together in a sentence without drooling! You, and the two little pricks you hang around with, think you can play head games with me? Son. . .keep up the pride. Pride goes before the fall!
"Devil's Dance" plays. Anthony looks up.
Anthony Douglas: All that matters is sending a message. . .nothing is forever and no one is safe!
Anthony Douglas throws the microphone into the crowd, rolls out of the ring and leave through a very hostile crowd.
Zach Davis: Completely, totally. . .insane. Quite possibly the scariest person I've ever seen.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't mince words. And he has no fear leaving through a crowd that hates him.
Kyle Steel: And the next match is for one fall, introducing first...from Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 265 lbs...Cormack MacNeill!!!
'Deeds not Words" fills the air as the pipes drone on. The crowd begins to boo as MacNeill stands at the top of the entrance ramp, soaking it in. The drumbeat marks a cadence as Cormack walks down the ramp, heading towards the ring. With a sidelong glance to the fans who seem to boo him more than cheer him, he stops at the ring and turns around, a smile playing across his face as the boo's increase in volume.
Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle, spreading his arms out in a mock salute to the raucous crowd. With an exaggerated flourish, he leaps down to the mat and begins pacing, waiting for the bell to ring.
Zach Davis: Boy, they really don't like MacNeill after what he did to Remus Micayle.
Erin Robbins: And it looks like he's loving every minute of it.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent....from the Wasteland....weighing in at 400 lbs...The Ultimate Destroyer!!!
Destroyer bursts from the back and charges the ring, sliding under the ropes and immediately goes on the attack swinging lefts and rights at MacNeill.
DING DING DING
Destroyer is raining blows down on MacNeill as the crowd cheers him on.
Zach Davis: The crowd is cheering on The Ultimate Destroyer. I don't think I've ever said that before.
Erin Robbins: Sheep! They turn on you so quickly Zach.
After several clubbing blows find MacNeills head, Destroyer irish whips him into the ropes, meeting him on the return with a big boot that Cormack ducks under, driving a shoulder into the knee of his opponent.
Zach Davis: Ouch! I heard the crack up here. What an underhanded move by Cormack MacNeill!
Erin Robbins: Smart strategy Zach. Take the big man down.
Zach Davis: Not often that MacNeill is the small man in the fight.
In the ring, Ultimate Destroyer is on his back, clutching his leg. MacNeill circles him, eyeing the leg, before stomping down on the knee, causing his opponent to shout in pain. Again and again he stomps that knee, and again and again Destroyer shouts, rolling in a desperate attempt to cover the leg and find his feet. MacNeill grabs his opponents leg and hooks it into a standing leg lock, before driving the point of his elbow again and again into the side of the knee.
Zach Davis: MacNeill is bent on inflicting pain tonight. Just a vicious attack.
Erin Robbins: He's got an advantage and he's using it Zach. And this crowd of sheep can't see that.
The crowd is booing louder and louder with every blow MacNeill strikes. Finally he releases the leg and turns to the crowd, moving to the ropes and jeering back at them. Meanwhile the referee has moved in and is checking Destroyer's condition.
Zach Davis: The referee might call the match here. The Ultimate Destroyer took a lot of damage to that leg. No! He's waving the referee off and using the ropes to get back to his feet! Amazing!
Erin Robbins: Stupid is more like it. He could have left well enough alone by staying down. Now Cormack's really going to hurt him.
The crowd starts to cheer as The Ultimate Destroyer gains his feet, and charges the back of MacNeill. The cheering clues MacNeill in and he turns in time to catch a running clothesline from Destroyer.
Zach Davis: The crowd goes crazy as The Ultimate Destroyer clotheslines MacNeill with force. He almost flipped him completely over with that move!!!
Erin Robbins: That;s cheating. Cormack wasn't looking at him!
Zach Davis: Really? That's the best you can do?
In the ring, Destroyer picks up his stunned opponent and picks him up by the throat before slamming him down to the mat. MacNeill quickly rolls out of the ring and takes a walk, holding onto his back.
Zach Davis: There goes MacNeill, running away! And Destroyer gives chase!
Erin Robbins: He;s just taking a minute.
Destroyer climbs out of the ring and follows MacNeill, who turns and faces him in front of the announce table. Destroyer swing s a mighty forearm, but Cormack blocks it, driving a knee into the 'lower midsection' doubling the big man over.
Zach Davis: And a knee to the midsection stops the Destroyer in his tracks!
Erin Robbins: Their called nuts Zach. Try and have some would ya?
MacNeill grabs his doubled over opponent and drives him head first into the steel ring post, bouncing off with a clang.
Zach Davis: MacNeill getting vicious now, trying to draw blood. The fans aren't liking it one bit.
Erin Robbins: Just using what he can Zach.
MacNeill rolls the big man into the ring, and moves to follow but stops, clutching his knee. The referee looks over and MacNeill points to his knee asking for a time out
Zach Davis: There are no time outs in wrestling! He's stalling! Destroyer is staggering to his feet again! Unbelievable.
Destroyer moves to leave the ring again, but the referee pushes him back, admonishing him and telling him to back up. Meanwhile, MacNeill's hand has slipped down to his boot.
Zach Davis: He just grabbed something!!! He's got something in his hand!! Ref!!
Erin Robbins: He was just resting his knee,. See he's back in the ring already.
Cormack rolls back into the ring, and Destroyer charges him with another clothesline. But MacNeill steps in and lands an uppercut that knocks the Ultimate Destroyer down.
Zach Davis: He's down! I think MacNeill just used brass knuckles! He hit him with a foreign object!
Erin Robbins: Relax Zach. I'm pretty sure they were made in the good ol' USA.
Zach Davis: And he goes for the pin!
Livewire looks like he's on a mission walking backstage. After getting involved in the bedlam in the beginning of the show, and being summoned by Hyena he doesn't look happy. He's gotta get ready for the main event still. Livewire looks like he gets distracted as he walks down a hallway with conviction. He gets up to someone and spins the man around.
Livewire: Hey, Orbit!
Steve Orbit turns around to face Livewire.
Livewire: It looks like our paths finally cross in the ring this week...
Steve Orbit: You must be Michael Easton... You've been impressive lately.
Livewire: I'm not Easton, we met last week, I'm...
Steve Orbit: Ah, you must be Anthony Douglas. Your shots towards ZMAC have not gone unnoticed.
Livewire punches the wall.
Livewire: GOD DAMMIT, I'm not that psychopath either, I'm Gray Pierce!
Steve Orbit: ... Who?
Orbit can't help but crack a grin, but it goes unnoticed by Livewire.
Livewire: Listen here you faux pimp, I'll knock the rest of the teeth out of your crack addled mouth if you don't learn to respect the new game in town. You think you're the real Mack, but you ain't got shit. You think you deserve to be Hardcore Champion, son, you haven't even begun to see what being hardcore is all about.
Steve Orbit: Excuse me? Uh, I beat eight of the top mother fuckers in this company for that belt. Half my damn World title defenses were hardcore matches-- ladder matches, fans bring the weapons, you name it. So yeah, I think I make a mighty fine Hardcore champion. Definitely better than a little BITCH like you.
Livewire slaps Orbit across the face to the shock of Orbit.
Steve Orbit: You're dead, punk!
The two start grappling, looking like an old school rumble, each one jocking for position trying to get control. Each man gets in a few good shots and eventually security and WCF officials come over, including the Vapor Kings' manager, Buddy Roman. Security breaks up the fight. Buddy Roman approaches Orbit.
Buddy Roman: Steve! What's going on here, are you alright?
Steve Orbit: This kid can't seem to keep his mouth shut, so I offered to shut it for him.
Livewire struggles to break free from security, but they hold him back. Roman leads Orbit away from the scene.
Buddy Roman: Save it for the ring, ok? He's not worth the trouble. Besides, you've got more important things to worry about...
The camera continues to follow Pierce backstage. Eventually it stops as he stops, standing in front of a locker room door. The camera pans to the door and the sign reads Hyena. Gray sighs then knocks on the door. Hyena swings the door open wildly before Gray is even finished knocking.
Livewire: What's with the summons? What kind of person 'summons' another person nowadays you psychopath.
Hyena regards him with a raised eyebrow.
Hyena: Not even a hello? Or some acerbic remark about how I left you high and dry last week? Gee, Grayson, I'm beginning to think you don't like me very much.
Live Wire shook his head, answering with a sneer.
Livewire: You asked for me, remember? Get to the point and tell me what this is all about, I've got better things to do then talk to you, dog-breath.
Hyena narrows his eyes and bares his teeth in a growl.
Hyena: Fine. I know it was you who took my stash. You broke into the Junkyard and took it... now I don't regard myself as a very possessive person, as you no doubt have noticed, material things aren't of much value to me, but that wasn't just any beer, that was WHOOP ASS beer!! AND YOU TOOK IT ALL YOU MISERABLE FUCK!"
Hyena lunges towards Pierce, and he barely gets away.
Livewire: Woah, easy there killer, Keep your paws off of me. I'm not in the fucking mood right now. I never made it to the Junkyard, if you remember. Even though you summoned me, I couldn't make it due to an emergency, we talked about this already. Besides, even if I did, how in the hell would I have stolen the entre stash in my fucking Civic?
Hyena continues to glare at Live Wire, but the faintest glimmer of doubt lurks in his eyes
Hyena: Who the fuck else would steal from me? God knows I've given you enough reason to hit me below the belt.
Livewire hands him a few DVDs.
Livewire: This is the footage form the last few weeks of Slam. Watch it, and maybe you can get the answer to that question yourself... fuck.
Livewire walks away as Hyena grabs the DVDs and looks curiously at them.
Zach Davis: We have our next match ready.
The theme from "Saw" plays as flashing strobe lights hit the entrance. After a few moments the song builds to an end before...
Blue smock nancy's "Unsettling differences" blasts through the PA. Alex Jones emerges from the back, his long black and blonde hair wet down his face. His head is covered by a Killswitch Engage hoodie. He makes his way down to the ring in black tights with various graphics on them, white knee pads and black boots with white kick pads, he makes his way down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following match is for one fall. Coming down to the ring... From Dallas, Texas weighing in at 225 pounds... This is the Black Dragon.... Alex Jones!!
Alex Jones leaps up on the apron before climbing the corner. on the outside of the ring. Jones looks around and grabs the top rope jumping into the ring taking his hoodie off.
Erin Robbins: This Alex Jones looks more than ready for his match against Caliban.
"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 behavior, 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 watching Alex Jones intently.
Erin Robbins: This match is underway!!
Both competitors circle the ring, before crashing into each other. Both wrestlers are trying to gain an advantage.
Zach Davis: Alex Jones whips Caliban into the ropes.
Caliban bounces off the ropes....
Erin Robbins: Alex Jones makes an errant clothesline attempt!!
Caliban ducks continues running to wards the ropes, Jones turns around, Caliban grabs Jones. Caliban nails with a 720 DDT.
Zach Davis: Caliban is making a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: Alex Jones looks knocked out!!
Crowd: THREE-EE-EE... NOOOOO!!
Caliban grabs Jones....
Zach Davis: A ROLLUP!!
Jones rolls up Caliban.
Both men get up very quickly and lock up...
Erin Robbins: Arm drag by Alex Jones!!
Erin Robbins: Another arm drag by Alex Jones!!
Caliban gets up very quickly as Alex Jones charges at Caliban...
Zach Davis: A beautiful executed dropsault by Caliban.
"The new age Libertine" holds out his arms, as he stands there impressed with his own move. Caliban turns around...
Jones nails Caliban with an overhead belly to belly suplex. But, that doesn't keep Caliban down, who charges his opponent...
Erin Robbins: Alex Jones basically threw Caliban with a T-Bone suplex!!
Jones walks over to Caliban...
Zach Davis: Caliban just tripped Jones, with a modified tow drop hold. Alex Jones fell face first onto the middle turnbuckle!!
Caliban gets up and grabs Alex Jones.
Erin Robbins: Caliban places Alex Jones, sitting on his shoulders.
The crowd sits and watches as Caliban reaches up and grabs Jones around the neck and proceeds to run. The momentum cause Jones to dip down and Caliban slams down and Alex Jones' shoulder and neck collides with the mat.
Zach Davis: JOKER DRIVER!! THAT SHOULD BE ENOUGH FOR A PIN!!
Caliban makes a cover...
Crowd: THREEEEE... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Caliban, frustrated picks up Jones....
Erin Robbins: SNAP DDT!!
Alex Jones smiles and looks around the arena.
Zach Davis: This might be it!!
Jones picks up Caliban....
Alex Jones nails Caliban with a hiptoss, which is followed up with a jumping fist drop. Jones does a nip up. Caliban sits up.
Alex Jones nails a stiff kick to the back of Caliban. Jones picks up Caliban...
Erin Robbins: Cross armbreaker!!
Caliban flops all around, screaming and yelling. Caliban tries to reach for a ringrope.
Zach Davis: Caliban is just too far away to grab for a ringrope.
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match due to a submission.... The Black Dragon... ALEX JONES!!
The scene opens in a dark room with a single table and chair in the centre. Multiple whiteboards with countless equations scribbled on them are seen on the walls, and there are a few sheets of paper, similarly dotted with formulas on them scattered on the floor. Upon viewing the familiar decor, the crowd immediately starts jeering. They know whose set is this, and they aren’t happy to see it.
The room is seemingly empty, but as the camera pans left, a visibly angry Dr. Remus Micayle is seen standing, his neck fitted not-so-comfortably in a neck brace and his left arm still wrapped up in bandages. The boos from the crowd grow even louder upon seeing the man. Despite his injury and absence from television, the memories of what he did to screw Alexander Richards over are still very much prevalent in their minds. The Scientist shows no reaction to the boos; it is a pre-recorded video after all.
But then again, Micayle isn’t exactly in the finest of moods as well. His eyes glaring with heat, he skips his usual cordial greeting and immediately starts addressing his intended subject.
Doctor Remus Micayle: Alexander Richards, you stupid, stupid, STUPID man!
His brow creased, Micayle waves a crumpled piece of paper in his good hand, showing it to the camera.
Doctor Remus Micayle: I received your card in the mail earlier in the week. Thoughtful man, aren’t you? A ‘Get Well Soon’ card?
Scowling, he crushes it and throws it aside.
Doctor Remus Micayle: This isn’t over, Alexander. I may be temporarily… sidelined due to a certain haggis-loving whoreson and his despicable actions, but that does NOT make me dead. Take note of this, Alexander, and remember my words. When I return back to the ring - and trust me, I will! - both Cormack MacNeill and you will cough up a price more exorbitant than you thought yourselves capable of.
He stares into the camera for several seconds, before smiling suddenly.
Doctor Remus Micayle: How does it feel to get eliminated so early, Alexander? You did do well, didn’t you? Smashing opponents left, right, and centre. It almost seems like you could have won the whole thing! But… you underestimated the Scientist’s sphere of influence - much like how almost everyone tends to do so - and look what happened! John Gable dropped you on your obnoxious little head, and now… you’re stuck in a dead-end team with Oblivion. Say what you wish, but I am sure that it was what you PLANNED to achieve at the end of Ultimate Showdown, yes? To be eliminated the way you did? Walking out with that title?
He shakes his head mockingly.
Doctor Remus Micayle: You best watch yourself, Alexander. I may be out for the moment, but I have a feeling that my… associates are watching you. Very… very… closely.
The crowd starts jeering again. They don’t like the feeling of this message.
Doctor Remus Micayle: In fact, I dare say they might just be… around the corner. Best watch it, lemon.
Slam goes to commercial to a renewed chorus of boos as the image of Micayle smiling fades to black.
The opening riffs to “Self vs Self” by Pendulum shreds throughout the arena, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. “The Outlander” Colin Marshall walks on to the stage and continues down on to the ramp. He looks to the left and right in a quick manner as he makes his way down the ramp. Marshall walks around to the right side of the ring and hops up on to the apron, linking one arm around the top rope and brandishing his other to the crowd. He steps through the middle and top rope, and stands in a corner awaiting the start of the match.
Zach Davis: Colin Marshall returning from hiatus, and looking to pick up some momentum tonight, as he takes on Hyena, and the People's Champion, Chelsea Armstrong.
Erin Robbins: He might be able to do it, too. Hyena's temper can get the better of him, and Chelsea's been a little weirder than usual lately.
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: After the events of last week, we can be fairly sure that Hyena's on-going rivalry with Grayson Pierce is unlikely to end any time soon.
Erin Robbins: Not until Hyena scars up that pretty face of Pierce's, I hope.
"Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting both cheers and boos from the crowd. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd. She seems to talk to herself before she climbs the steps to the ring, taking one last look behind her at the seemingly empty black floor she crosses through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The music begins to fade as she jumps down, and mumbles to herself some more as she looks back over to the empty space by the ring steps. Just before the bell rings, her eyes catch the light, and flash a bright emerald color, as a wicked smile comes over her ruby red lips.
Zach Davis: The People's Champion in the ring, and this one is underway!
Erin Robbins: Marshall and Hyena are on each other right away, but Chelsea's just standing in her corner. What gives?
Zach Davis: It's a smart Triple Threat strategy; let your opponents weaken each other before you have to expend any energy.
Erin Robbins: It's cowardly, is what it is.
Hyena and Colin meet up in the middle of the ring, and Marshall fires the first shot with a quick forearm smash to Hyena's jaw. The Manimal snarls, and responds with a feinted right, then a left jab to the ribs. They lock up in a collar and elbow, and Hyena forces Colin to one knee, then tosses him backward. The Outlander rolls right to his feet, and comes back for another tie up, this time transitioning into a side headlock, then drops Hyena to the mat with a judo hip throw. Hyena retaliates with a kick to the back of the head as Colin tries to mount him, then rolls away and gets to his feet. The Manimal charges Marshall, and bulls him into the corner, where Hyena starts laying in shoulder thrusts to the midsection. Hyena then pulls Colin out of the corner, and nails him with a short arm clothesline before he drops to one knee, and starts hammering his fist into the side of the Outlander's head.
Zach Davis: And Chelsea Armstrong comes out of nowhere with a Shining Wizard on Hyena!
Erin Robbins: Like I said; cowardly.
Zach Davis: It's called "picking your moment", Erin. Know when to strike, and when to let your opponents do the fighting for you.
Erin Robbins: Call it whatever you want; it's still a cheap shot.
Colin comes to his feet as Chelsea backs into the corner again, making sure to keep both opponents in view. With a wary eye on the People's Champion, Marshall hauls Hyena to his feet, and gets taken by surprise with a European uppercut immediately followed by a back elbow. The Manimal charges across the ring at Chelsea, who rolls out of the way of a double axe hand, then comes smoothly to her feet and into the air with a dropkick to Hyena's back, which slams him into the turnbuckles. Armstrong stands up facing Hyena, but before she can lay hands on him, Colin catches her from behind with a release German suplex that sends Chelsea halfway across the ring. The Outlander rises as Hyena turns around, and the Manimal compresses Colin's spin with a huge atomic drop.
Zach Davis: That'll do some damage! While not the most visually impressive of moves, the atomic drop is just as effective now as it ever was!
Erin Robbins: Are you kidding? That move is so lame.
Zach Davis: Countless chiropractors would disagree with you, Erin.
Erin Robbins: What do they know? They're not even real doctors.
Marshall arches his back as he tries to work his spine out, and turns around as Hyena explodes out of the corner with a discus punch the drops the Outland. Hyena then rushes Chelsea, who's shaking out the cobwebs as she rises; the Manimal tucks his shoulder, looking for a spear, and Armstrong spins out of the way, hitting a knee lift under Hyena's jaw. The Manimal sprawls loosely to the side, and Chelsea turns to set her sights on Colin. To his credit, Marshall is already back on his feet by the time Armstrong's emerald orbs find him. The Outlander moves in for a collar and elbow, and Chelsea hits him with a deep arm drag. Both roll to their feet, Colin takes a step forward, and Armstrong sweeps the leg, taking him down again. Marshall pounds the mat as he gets up one more time, and manages to just barely duck under an attempted enzuigiri.
Zach Davis: Good ring awareness there from Colin Marshall. This could be the shift in momentum he needs, if he can capitalize!
Erin Robbins: Come on, Colin! Make that trumped up politician tap out!
The Outlander grabs hold of Armstrong's feet, but she rolls over, pulls a foot free, and kicks Colin off. Marshall stumbles back as Hyena gets to his feet; the Outlander turns around and walks into a sidewalk slam. Chelsea hops up and runs at the Manimal, but Hyena ducks under a lariat, and drills the Sweet Nightmare into the mat with an inverted DDT. Hyena quickly pulls Chelsea up in a front facelock, loops her arm over his head, and hooks a leg, while Colin pulls himself up using the ropes. The Manimal lifts Armstrong with a Fisherman's suplex, and Marshall springboards off the second rope, twisting in mid-air, to connect with a flying clothesline on Hyena. All three competitors crash to the canvas, and the referee waits a few moments before beginning the standard ten count.
Zach Davis: What an impressive display of timing that exchange was!
Erin Robbins: An exchange Hyena got the better of, if you ask me.
Zach Davis: I see all three individuals laid out, Erin; whoever makes it to their feet first will have the best chance of winning here.
Erin Robbins: No, whoever wins, will have the best chance of winning.
Zach Davis: That's... never mind.
At the count of six, Hyena rolls over, and pushes himself to a knee, while the Outlander rolls into an unsteady crouch. Hyena leaps into the air as Colin straightens up, and connects with a powerful Superman punch that sends Marshall straight back to the mat. Chelsea chooses that moment to scissor her legs around the Manimal's, and takes him back down to the mat with a reverse drop toe hold into a kneebar. Hyena thrashes around, trying to relieve the pressure, but Chelsea shifts her weight as he moves around, making it impossible for the Manimal to get leverage. The Outlander, though dazed, still has enough presence of mind to half-jump, half-flop toward Armstrong with a driving elbow across the chest that adds some extra torque to Hyena's leg.
Zach Davis: Colin Marshall breaks it up, and this match will continue!
Erin Robbins: I don't think Hyena was about to give up any time soon.
Hyena rolls out of the ring, clutching his knee, while Colin repeatedly hits Chelsea with forearm smash after forearm smash. After a good five or six, Chelsea rolls the two of them over, and begins returning fire with some closed fists, while outside the ring, Hyena flexes his knee a few times. Armstrong pulls the Outlander up in a front facelock, but the momentum shifts in Marshall's favor when he powers her up and over in a bridging Northern Lights suplex. The Manimal slides into the ring as the ref slides into position.
Zach Davis: And Hyena lands a sharp kick to the exposed ribs of Colin Marshall!
Erin Robbins: Such graceful form. A kick like that takes one's breath away!
Zach Davis: You're not as funny as you think you are.
Erin Robbins: And you're not as smart as you think you are, Davis.
With the sound of the kick still echoing in the arena, the Manimal drops an elbow on Chelsea to prevent her from rising, then drags Marshall to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Colin tries for a flying forearm smash on his return, but Hyena ducks under. Marshall lands on his feet, and only stumbles a little as he continues across the ring, while Hyena hits the ropes as well. They meet in the middle of the ring, Colin trying to go high again, but the Manimal anticipates him, and Hyena catches the Outlander mid-air with a rib-crunching spear. With a surge of adrenalin, the Manimal bounds to his feet, and roars at the crowd. He stalks Chelsea as she slowly gets to her feet, facing the wrong way. Hyena spins her around, and lands a boot to the gut looking for the Last Laugh, but Armstrong clasps her hands around his head, hooks a leg with her own, and drops backward with a reverse STO, and quickly transitions into a triangle choke. Hyena reaches for the ropes, but changes tactics when he discovers he can't reach.
Zach Davis: What power! Hyena is lifting Chelsea Armstrong right up off the mat!
Erin Robbins: She still has him in Death's Grip, though.
Zach Davis: But not for long, as Hyena drops back down to the mat, with all his weight on Chelsea!
Erin Robbins: And he outweighs her by at least a hundred pounds.
Chelsea tries to catch her breath, while Hyena does the same. Colin gets up in the middle of the ring, hunched over and holding his ribs, then checks his two opponents. Marshall steps out onto the apron, and pulls on the top rope a few times, waiting for the right moment to unleash a springboard maneuver. The Manimal and Armstrong both slowly get to their feet, and Chelsea slaps on a side headlock. Hyena backs into the ropes, forcing a break, then fires Armstrong across the ring. Colin springboards off the top rope as Chelsea comes at him, and connects with the Outland Knee. Marshall barely makes it to his feet, when Hyena hits him with the Last Laugh, and makes a cover.
(DING DING DING!)
Zach Davis: And Hyena picks up the win with that modified stunner of his!
Erin Robbins: I was really hoping for Colin to win this one, but anybody's better than Chelsea.
Zach Davis: That's a matter of opinion.
Hyena wrenches his arm away from the ref, then raises both fists over his head, before he makes his way out of the ring.
Livewire sits in his dressing room putting his boots on. He listens to his iPhone.
He looks up instinctively to see Michael Easton walk in. Easton looks at Livewire as Livewire takes off his earphones.
Michael Easton: You better fucking bring your A-Game tonight. I'm looking for a good fight and don't feel like getting punked by some pretty boy metrosexual because he can't hang with me.
Livewire: Don't you worry about me. Worry about that wild card we're teaming up with.
Douglas walks in and looks at both men. He stands in the door way and crosses his arms as the other two men look at him and walk towards him.
Anthony Douglas: What are you two jimmies staring at?
Livewire: At the wild card.
Easton walks up to Douglas and eyes him with hostile suspicion, almost looking down at him. Livewire walks up and finger pokes Anthony's chest.
Livewire: Just remember what side you're on. I'm bringing the thunder. You better bring the lightning.
Anthony looks at the finger in his chest, then at Livewire, then at Easton. A smile cracks the side of mouth.
Anthony: You don't get your finger out of my chest, you won't make it to the match. I can take all three of those turds on myself. You take care of your business. McMorris is mine. Then, when this is over, maybe I'll take the war to a new level with you two jackasses.
Livewire: Just do your. . .
But Anthony walks out mid-sentence.
Livewire: That guy is going to cost us the match.
Michael Easton: At least he's ready to fight, unlike some little girl more worried about winning and conjuring up thunderstorms like he was fucking Thor than beating people up.
Livewire and Easton exchange glances when Easton gestures a punch at Livewire causing him to flinch. Easton laughs and shakes his head as Livewire gets pissed for falling for the oldest trick in the book. Livewire then thinks about the $500,000 bounty of Douglas's head.
Zach Davis: There seems to be a lot distrust among those three men.
Erin Robbins: Two individuals and a loose cannon against a focused, organized Vapor Kings. It isn't going to be pretty. And I don't have much hope those three can beat the World Champ, the United States Champ and the former World Champ.
Zach Davis: Pretty or not, someone's going to get hurt in that match.
The scene switches to the crowd, who are kicking up a ruckus of cheers in anticipation for the next match. It cuts to the announce table.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! I’m Zach Davis alongside my ‘esteemed’ broadcast partner, Erin Robbins.
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.
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 Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Erin Robbins: I can’t stand this guy. He comes out here like a confused Frankenstein looking mother fuck, always spouting some nonsensical garbage.
Zach Davis: I think its endearing Erin. Plus, he’s one half of the tag team champions. The less crazy half.
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring…from Griffen, Georgia…standing at six foot five and weighing two hundred and forty five pounds…DOC HEN-RY!!!
Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry is one half of the current number one contenders to the tag team championship. He and Johnny Reb are in pretty good shape going in to Revenge.
Erin Robbins: But look they have to contend with…look, Alex is trying to eat the turnbuckle and I’m pretty sure Oblivion is out trying to commit serial murder.
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.
Zach Davis: OH GOD! WHAT AN IMPACT!
Right out of the gate, Doc Henry hits Alex Richards hard with a spinning heel kick, knocking Alex clumsily back into the ropes. Alex springs off of them and hits Doc Henry with a skull splitting clothesline, knocking Doc on his back. Alex jumps, attempting an elbow, but Doc rolls out of the way, Richards collides with the mat, and the entire canvas shakes with an earth shattering crash.
Zach Davis: Wow, what a crash! If Doc capitalizes, he can gain some momentum against this monster.
Erin Robbins: I think Alex just knocked himself out.
Alex is lying on the ground still as Doc gets to his feet and moves towards him. He begins stomping on Alex’s chest repeatedly as the monster Alex attempts to get to his feet. As Alex gets to his knees, Doc begins landing hard punches to Alex’s head, which he blatantly ignores. Alex catches Doc’s hand and comes up hard with an uppercut of his own, knocking Doc off balance. Doc spins around and Alex bounces off the ropes again, rushing towards Doc with fervor. Doc catches Alex and lifts him up in the air, slamming him down hard to the mat with a spinebuster. Doc rolls Alex’s leg up for the pin.
Erin Robbins: People outside of the stadium felt that!
Zach Davis: These two are trying to kill each other in there!
Alex’s shoulder bounds off the mat, continuing the match. Alex rolls away from Doc and struggles to get to his feet. Doc quickly comes up behind Alex and attempts to lift him into a back suplex. Alex’s arm wraps around the ropes, stopping the suplex and knocking Doc backwards. Alex turns and hits Doc hard with a gut kick, bending him forward. He wraps his arm aroud Doc’s head and drops him hard with a DDT. Alex immediately mounts Doc and begins hitting him with hard right hooks. Doc’s head bounces off Alex’s hamhawk hands.
The crowd freaks out. Some of the crowd, that is near the entrance ramp, looks up at the entrance stage. Oblivion stumbles out, dripping blood everywhere.
Erin Robbins: OH MY GOD!!
Zach Davis: That's The Monster Oblivion. we thought he had been taken to the hospital.
Oblivion stumbles out from behind the curtain and onto the entrance stage, which The Monster collapses down to one knee. Oblivion uses anything IT can grab to maintain balance. As Oblivion goes down off of the stage and onto the ramp, the momentum pulls Oblivion too quick and The Monster collapses, as blood sprays everywhere from the huge gash of the back of IT's head and the bumps and bruises on IT's head.
Erin Robbins: That backstage fight took it's toll on The Monster, as you can see Oblivion is having a hard time standing up.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, each shot of Alex's is landing with a sick thud that I can hear from over here…
Erin Robbins: Doc needs to find a way out of this and soon…
Doc Henry begins coming back, hitting Alex from the ground with hard rights of his own. Eventually, he knocks Alex off of him and Alex rolls away, wincing his eyes opened and closed trying to regain his composure. The two begin slowly getting to their feet. Doc comes charging at Alex, who grabs Doc around the waist. He then wraps his hands around Doc’s throat and lifts him up, slamming him down on the mat.
Zach Davis: That’s THE FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!!!
Erin Robbins: Alex has this one wrapped up real pretty…
Alex covers Doc for the pinfall.
The referee calls for the bell and the match is over.
Zach Davis: Alex obtains the pinfall over Doc Henry…could this be a sign of things to come? Or will Doc Henry claim Revenge?
Erin Robbins: I don’t know if that tie-in was terrible…or the most wonderful thing I’ve ever heard.
Zach Davis: I’ll let you decide.
The referee checks on Doc while Alex celebrates in the ring with his tag title.
Zach Davis: What a match!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion has entered the ring!!
Alex Richards sees Oblivion entering the ring with a look of concern, but smiles. Doc Henry is up charges at Oblivion...
The Monster knocks Doc Henry down to the mat.
Zach Davis: A HUUUUUGE CLOTHESLINE BY THE MONSTER!!
Oblivion bends down to Doc Henry. Blood drips everywhere.
Oblivion: IT KNOWS YOU DID THIS... YOU DID THIS TO OBLIVION!! NOW YOU MUST PAY THE CONSEQUENCES!!
Oblivion picks up Doc Henry and places him on the shoulders of Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Here it comes....
Oblivion knocks the legs off of IT's shoulders and nails Henry with a cutter.
Zach Davis: 5150 on Doc Henry!!
Oblivion stumbles back and lands on IT's ass leaning against the turnbuckles. "Breathe" by The Prodigy begins to play. Alex Richards helps Oblivion stand up and they proceed to leave the ring.
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music. Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
"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: Anyone that walks out of Ultimate Showdown with a Title is impressive, but it is even more rare for someone to walk out with the same belt they came in with. And even MORE impressive for John Gable to have held the belt as long as he has.
The bell sounds. Gable and Joe pace a bit before tieing up.
Erin Robbins: Steeltoe Joe is here to go after Gable's S-PAC partner, Chelsea Black Armstrong. Could Joe end up taking BOTH Titles away from S-PAC?
Neither Joe nor Gable gains an upper hand and the grapple breaks up. Joe yells out that Gable... is a chicken. Nearby fans start BAWK-ing and Gable becomes enraged. He runs at Joe and Clotheslines him down. Joe gets right back up and Gable kicks him, going for a Snap DDT. Joe jabs him in the side, breaking away. Gable runs at him and Joe lifts him up and Scoop Slams him down!
Zach Davis: Joe is in control!
Gable gets back up and Joe catches him in a Belly to Belly Suplex! The crowd boos the man formerly known as the People's Pastor.
Erin Robbins: Joe claims to be the greatest People's Champion ever.. but the people sure don't like him right now!
He gets up... and Chelsea Black Armstrong appears on the entryway.
Zach Davis: What's SHE doing here?
She has the People's Championship, naturally, and she raises it high in the air, taunting him. She yells that he'll never hold the Title again and various insults of that nature. Joe is about to go get her when Gable rolls him up from behind!
Erin Robbins: GABLE RETAINS!
The bell sounds and Joe gets back up, furious, not sure who he wants to attack first. Chelsea disappears to the back. Joe runs at Gable out of frustration but Gable ducks down and pulls the bottom rope with him, causing Joe to fly over it and out of the ring.
Zach Davis: John Gable holds onto his Cinema Championship for yet another week!
Erin Robbins: But for how much longer can he do it?
Zach Davis: Folks, during the commercial break we received word that Jay Omega will be joining us live, via satellite, in order to address the WCF Galaxy in regards to the vicious assault he suffered at the hands of Anthony Douglas last week.
Erin Robbins: I hope he's all right.
Zach Davis: Is that concern? From you?
Erin Robbins: What can I say? This job barely pays enough to cover my bills, and Jay tends to give me a little extra income.
Zach Davis: I wouldn't be surprised if he were giving you more than that.
At that moment, the 'Tron flickers to life, and we see the interior of a lavishly decorated sitting room. The camera takes in the Japanese influenced décor, including a full-wall mural of a pair of open paper doors leading out to a mossy tree in the middle of a rock garden. Pinned to the mural, as though nailed to the tree, is an old fashioned Wanted poster with Anthony Douglas' face and name, offering a reward of "$500,000 if alive. We'll talk if not." Jay Omega, clad in denim cut-offs and a black T-shirt bearing the album cover of Blind Guardian's "Nightfall In Middle Earth", enters the frame in a badass wheelchair with spikes sticking out along the edge of the backrest, his bandaged leg supported straight out before him. One of the serrated chrome spikes extending from the axle clips the low, glass table nearby, and Omega adjusts his course. The crowd gives a decent sized pop when he stops, then he sets down a small bucket of darts on the floor beside him, and motions the camera a little to the side, while smiling lazily.
Jay Omega: Now now, Zach, be nice. Or, failing that, be quiet; it's my turn to talk. Now I'll jump right into it, and reassure the fans of the WCF Galaxy that I will be back. Quite possibly by next week, according to my doctors. So you can all relax, because despite his best efforts, Anthony Douglas couldn't get the job done, which seems to be a recurring theme. Unfortunately for Douglas, he now has a slew of problems to deal with. I mean, first is the fact that prior to last week, he was very low in the scale of my attention; almost off the radar. The Hardcore Maniac whipped the shit out of him, and for some reason, Tony took it personally. Everything that happens between one bell and another is business, dude. But when you came at me from behind, after a match you weren't even involved in, and STOLE my first WCF main event from me? Well, Anthony, I take that personally.
Omega lifts his leg from the supporting pad, and slowly flexes his knee with a grimace. He lays the leg back down, then takes hold of the wheels on his chair, and leans back; balancing himself on two wheels while he spins slow circles; carefully avoiding the outer edge of the table.
Jay Omega: And secondly, now that you're IN that main event, Tony, you've got to deal with something you are ill-prepared for. You think you're hot shit because you can blindside someone with a baseball bat? What are your plans for facing down the Vapor Kings, while teamed up with people whom you don't like, and don't like you? You might have taken me out for a week or two, but that doesn't mean you're better than me. And it sure as Hell doesn't make you the number one contender for the United States Championship. You're a square peg, trying to fit into a round hole that was intended for me. I've got a good deal of well-earned respect for your partners tonight, if a little friction with them, and who knows, maybe one of them will pull a miracle out of their ass, and win the day. But the far more likely outcome, is that the weak link is going to be broken.
Omega stops spinning, and settles the chair back down to all four wheels, then reaches into both his front pockets. Jay's left hand comes out holding his black cigarette case, his right holding his gold Zippo. He takes out a joint, and sticks it in his mouth while he puts the case away, then lights up, and pockets the Zippo.
Jay Omega: So we're clear, Anthony, you're the weak link. Figured I should explain that, since I know you're not too bright. If you were smart, you would have attacked someone closer to your own level, like Biohazard. Or you could have garnered some attention by doing us all a favour, by ridding the WCF Galaxy of Adam Young. But no, you chose to make a statement when you came after yours truly, and I honestly tell you that was the biggest mistake of your life. I don't fuck around when it comes to being in the spotlight, and your actions have done more than just upset me. You'll get what's coming to you, when it's coming to you. But I won't stoop to your level, and blindside you. Enh-eh, Homie don't play dat. You're damn right I'm coming for ya, and I'll be there when you least expect it, but unlike you, I have the balls to make sure my targets see me coming.
Jay takes a couple puffs off his joint, and blows the smoke at the camera.
Jay Omega: You done fucked up, boy, now your ass is grass, and it's gonna get smoked. You can't wrestle worth a damn if you don't prepare properly; and you are sorely under-prepared for tonight's six-man tag team action. You know sweet fuck all about your opponents, and partners, because you're too obsessed with yourself and your past. You can't possibly look to the future, since you don't even seem to be aware of the present. Me? I live in the now, and look to tomorrow, so I can tell you what's in store for you. You wanted a war with the WCF? Well, nothing motivates a soldier better than a fat paycheque, so I think a war is what you'll get, Anthony. You're gonna learn real fast that the problems of the past are inconsequential next to the problems of right fucking now. So let me give you a few tips before I go; don't piss off your partners too much, or you might not get the tag when you need it. And don't let Zombie McMorris out of your sight, he's got a few tricks up his sleeve that might find their way up his nose. Always watch your back, Tony, and expect the unexpected. That's pretty much it, so I'll see you real soon, Anthony, and you'll see me shortly after.
Jay turns away from the camera, and pulls a handful of darts from the bucket at his side. Omega starts throwing the darts downrange, metal tips piercing the face of the photograph on the wall. The camera zooms in on Anthony's picture, and fades out after a third dart strikes; stabbing into the right eye.
Zach Davis: Some strong words from Jay Omega.
Erin Robbins: You've seen him in the ring, Zach. I'm pretty sure he can follow through.
Zach Davis: Be that as it may, we'll have to wait for Omega's return to see how this plays out. Do you think Jay's message will affect Anthony Douglas' performance later tonight?
Erin Robbins: Doubtful. If Douglas even heard it, he'll probably ignore it, like he seems to do with everything else people say to him.
Zach Davis: Well, we'll find out soon enough.
“Night on Bald Mountain” plays, and the fans shout angrily as Scott Savage struts out onto the entrance ramp. He has a wide smile plastered across his face that even the hateful fans can’t wipe away. Savage makes his way around the ring, and has a seat at the commentators booth, putting on the extra head set.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, I guess we have a special guest for this next match.
Scott Savage: Zach… I do believe that’s the nicest introduction you’ve ever given me.
Zach Davis: And the nicest one you’ll get.
Scott Savage: Oh, don’t spoil the moment.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall…
“Criminals” by Big B blares over the P.A. system, and Waylon Cash walks out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of booing fans. He doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are locked firmly on Scott Savage.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, standing 6’5” tall… Waylon Cash!
Cash slides into the ring, and walks to the ropes, screaming a few cross words at his former manager.
Scott Savage: Focus on your match! Don’t worry about me!... I swear it’s like he forgot everything I ever taught him.
Waylon takes his spot in the corner, and finally turns his eyes toward the entrance ramp. His music dies, and is replaced with “Hemotopia” by Otep.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, standing 5’11” tall… Mech-Ana!
A metal casket gets wheeled out on stage by faceless assistants before being taken down to the ring. One of them walks around to the front and opens the doors with a key. The doors slowly open with smoke flowing from the inside as Mech-Ana "activates". Her head suddenly shoots up as she walks from her metal home sliding into the ring and to her feet.
The ref goes to deliver a quick rules reading. Before he can do that “Down With Us” by Twiztid begins to play, bringing a cheer from the crowd.
Scott Savage: Jesus Christ…
Isaiah Chavis walks down onto the entrance ramp, holding an aluminum bat in his hand. He gets to the base of the ramp, keeping his eyes on Scott as he stands there, bat slung over his shoulder.
Zach Davis: It looks like Isaiah Chavis is here to make sure you don’t insert yourself into this match.
Scott lets out an unconvincing chuckle.
Scott Savage: If I want to get involved in this match, some painted up midget with a bat isn’t going to stop me.
Isaiah’s music dies down, and the ref signals for the bell. Waylon sort of laughs at the half human before him. He gives her a poke to the chest, and immediately her hand shoots up and wraps around his throat. Waylon flails, but can not loosen her grip. All of a sudden she hurls him across the ring. He lands in the corner, but doesn’t have long to recover before Mech-Ana runs forward and hits him with a vicious knee to the face. When she backs off, we see that a stream of crimson has already begun to run down Waylon’s head.
Erin Robbins: Mech-Ana taking the early lead, and Waylon is bleeding already.
Mech-Ana grabs him by the back of the head and tosses him back to the middle of the ring. She then walks up to him and delivers several hard kicks to the ribs, leaving Waylon in the fetal position. She drags him to his feet, and lifts him high into the air, hitting him with a hard gorilla press slam.
Scott Savage: Just beautiful…
Zach Davis: Scott, I have to ask, why are you doing all this? Why are you torturing your former best friend.
Scott Savage: Waylon Cash is still my best friend. I am doing this for him. MY intent is not to torture. Waylon is in trouble, and desperately needs time away from this business.
Zach Davis: And you think an injury is the way to do that?
Scott Savage: Can you name anything else that would stop Waylon from wrestling?... I rest my case.
She lifts Waylon again, but this time he begins to fight back, delivering a slow but heavy right hand. He hits her with another and another, before bouncing off of the ropes. On the rebound, he hits her with a dropkick, that sends her to the ground. As soon as this happens, Scott yells into the microphone.
Scott Savage: NOW!
Suddenly, Chelsea Armstrong comes sprinting down the ramp, steel chair in hand. Isaiah doesn’t even see her. The chair collides with the back of the painted wrestler’s head, knocking him unconscious. Scott tears off the headphones, and walks over to the entrance ramp. Together, he and Chelsea drag Isaiah’s body up the ramp. This causes Waylon to run to the ropes and start screaming at Scott. This is all the distraction Mech-Ana needs. She grabs Cash from behind, and hits him with a devastating german suplex.
Zach Davis: Jesus! Waylon Cash hurting bad from that one. It doesn’t look like he’s moving!
He’s not moving, but his opponent isn’t done. Mech-Ana lifts him up again, and grabs him around the neck.
Zach Davis: Here it comes!
Mech-Ana lifts him up and hits him with a hard reverse impact chokeslam.
Zach Davis: The Death Lok!
Waylon hits the ground hard, and immediately goes limp. Mech-Ana dives on him for the cover.
Mech-Ana rises, allowing the referee to raise her arm in victory. As she leaves the ring, Waylon does not move. He lays there until the referee goes to check on him.
Erin Robbins: And Scott Savage may have gotten his wish tonight.
Zach Davis: I hate to agree, but it does not look good for Waylon Cash.
The ref signals to the back, bringing out four EMTs and a stretcher. They gingerly slides Waylon out of the ring, and onto the board, before rolling him up the ramp.
Erin Robbins: We will keep you updated on the condition of Waylon Cash, but as my partner said, it does not look good.
The camera opens up in the public parking lots of the Nationwide Arena. Despite the night having started quite some time ago, a small crowd is still present outside - mostly fans who haven’t been able to secure tickets for tonight’s edition of Slam. Three large men; the same trio who were last seen at Ultimate Showdown ambushing Alexander Richards and causing his elimination are seen at the foremost of the crowd.
The three men, so similar yet so different in appearance, are wearing close-to-identical outfits. From left to right stands in order: the tall one, the short one, and the skinny one. The skinny thug is holding a live microphone in his hand and is sneering directly to the camera.
The Skinny Hoodlum: So we have heard that a lot of you fans want to hear from us. Why we did what we did to that idiot Alex Richards, and what we are going to do to that idiot from here on out.
He shakes his head slowly in mock pity.
The Skinny Hoodlum: The only thing I can say is this. Doctor Micayle hired us for one reason, and one reason only. He has had ENOUGH of the disrespect and attitude shown by this useless fucker, and decided that he should be taken out. Well guess who he chose to do exactly that…
He gestures towards both of his compatriots, before raising an eyebrow and turning back to the camera.
The Skinny Hoodlum: You WCF lot don’t need to know our names, our identities, our history. All you need to know is that we are here for one reason - and that is to annihilate that bag of garbage Richards. He was a Hardcore Champion before he met us. Now he’s a Tag Team Champion. The next time we meet… he’ll be a disabled man. Count on that.
The Skinny Hoodlum: To Alexander, watch it. We’ll meet each other soon enough, believe it or not. We are the men for hire, and we WILL get our job done.
The feed shuts to black abruptly, as Slam goes to commercial.
We come back from commercial as the house lights dim and the intro to Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Sweet Water, Alabama, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds, he is The Inveterate Confederate...JOHNNY REB!
As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
All of the lights in the arena drop as "The Final Countdown" by Europe kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive mixed reaction as Cameraman Stu follows him out with his camera rolling. "Fuck You Price" and "Jayson Fucking Price" chants start up as Price pulls off his sunglasses and smirks at the crowd. He points to the Internet Title wrapped around his waist and then to the BangBus.com logo on the t-shirt that he's wearing.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is the WCF Internet Champion...JAYSON PRICE!
As the mixed reaction continues, Price makes his way down the ramp, grabbing a beer from a fan trying to get a high five. He'll down the beer, toss the empty cup into the crowd and then roll in under the bottom rope. He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before again pointing to the logo on his shirt before hopping down to the mat. He'll pull off his shirt and throw it to the crowd before warming up for the match in his corner.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb versus Jayson Price, who thought we'd be seeing this match happen in 2014!
Erin Robbins: You didn't expect either of these guys to still be with WCF?
Zach Davis: No, I just figured Price would have died by now.
[DING! DING! DING!]
The bell rings and both Price and Reb come out of their corners, eyes locked on each other. They circle the ring once and then move in for the tie-up. Reb uses his speed to get the one up on Price and gets him in a rear waist lock. Reb with an attempt at a German suplex but Price blocks it. Price now grabbing the wrists of Reb and he breaks the hold, only to reverse it into a hammerlock.
Zach Davis: This is some quality wrestling!
Price torques the arm as Reb looks for a way out of the hold. Price doesn't let him think about it for long as he lays into the back of Reb's skull with a forearm. Reb drops to a knee but Price keeps the hammerlock in place and hits him with a second shot. A third shot and Price lets Reb drop to both knees before running past him and hitting the ropes. Back Price comes and he goes for a dropkick to the face. Reb ducks it and Price lands backfirst on the mat. Reb quick to mount Price and he grabs him by the head before laying into him with right hands.
Erin Robbins: Look at the eyes of Reb! He's gone mad!
The referee starts up a five count and Reb takes full advantage of it, pushing Price back to the mat and rolling off of him at four. Reb quick to get back up to his feet as Price rolls on the mat. Reb takes a look at him and then runs straight at the ropes. Back comes Reb and he hits Price square in the chest with a running senton. Reb with the hook of the leg.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!
One is all Reb can get before Price shoves him off and sits up. Reb moves in on the offensive, catching Price with a knee to the face before grabbing him by the head and pulling him to his feet. Reb grabs Price by the arm and whips him into the corner. Price crashes into it and Reb charges straight at him looking for a corner clothesline. Price responds with a boot to the face that stops Reb in his tracks. Price now switching spots with Reb, shoving him into the corner. Price with a rolling elbow to the jaw that leaves Reb seeing stars. The referee looks to warn Price about getting Reb out of the corner but Price brushes him off and climbs up the ropes in front of Reb. Price with right hands as he looks for the crowd to count along but they remain quiet.
Jayson Price: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Random Crowd Member: YOU SUCK!
Price hops out of the corner before the referee drops a disqualification on him and backs off as Reb tries to shake out the cobwebs. Reb comes out of the corner and Price ties up with him once again. Price slaps on a sleeper hold, trying to drain the remaining energy out of Reb. The referee checks on Reb but gets waved off as he tries to break free of the hold.
Erin Robbins: Is Johnny going to be able to get himself out of this one?
Price tries to pull Reb out to the center of the ring but Reb uses his savvy ring presence to kick his ankles up into the air and wrap them around the middle rope. Price now playing tug of war with the ropes with Reb holding on for dear life. Suddenly Price drops down with Reb still in the hold, driving him straight into the mat with a sleeper slam. Reb left holding onto the back of his skull as Price gets back up to his feet to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
Zach Davis: The impact of that slam was absolutely sickening.
Price now looking to the corner and he drags Reb closer before climbing up to the middle rope. Price leaps off with a second rope elbow drop to the heart before hooking the leg of Reb.
Erin Robbins: KICKOUT!
Price looks a bit surprised that Reb was able to kickout so fast after what he's been through so far. Price looking toward the corner again as he gets to his feet. Price again up to the second rope and he leaps off with another elbow drop to the chest. Again Price with the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!
Price shaking his head as he gets back up to his feet. For a third time he looks to the corner but this time he goes all the way to the top.
Erin Robbins: We don't see Price go to the top rope often. What's he thinking here?
Price points down at Reb and then leaps off with a leg drop. Reb sits up at the last possible second and Price crashes ass first onto the mat, jarring his spine. Reb rolls over to the ropes and uses them to pull himself up as Price clutches at his lower back. Reb up to his feet and leans back into the ropes before charging at Price and connecting with a senton to his back. Price screams out in pain as Reb gets back to his feet and hits the ropes before dropping a second running senton to the back. Reb now rolls him over and goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!
Reb not wasting momentum as he pushes himself back up to his feet, dragging Price up with him. Reb with Price's head in his hands and he spins him around before dropping him with a neckbreaker. Reb looks like he's going to go for a pin when instead he pushes himself up to his feet. Reb points to the top rope as the crowd pops.
Erin Robbins: Is Reb calling his shot like the Great Bambino?
Reb makes his way to the corner and climbs up to the top rope. With Price still down Reb leaps off the top rope with the shooting star elbow drop.
Zach Davis: Southern Discomfort!
Reb twists in the air and comes down with the elbow but Price rolls out of the way. Reb crashes hard on his arm and immediately begins to scream in pain as he holds his elbow. Price sits up and grabs for his ribs as he stares Reb down. Seeing his opportunity, Price pushes himself up to his feet and grabs hold of the arm Reb is holding. Price yanks on it before slamming it to the mat. Price now dropping a knee right across the elbow as Reb screams out again. Price back up to his feet and he drops another knee. Then a third. Then a fourth. Finally he relents and gets back up to his feet, enjoying the sounds of Reb's pain.
Erin Robbins: This is getting out of hand!
The referee tries to move in to check on Reb but Price pushes him aside. Price now pulling Reb to his feet by his bad arm before pulling him. Price calls for the Pricebuster and lifts Reb straight up into the air before dumping him on his head.
Zach Davis: The Pricebuster! This is it!
Price with the hook of the leg.
Erin Robbins: KICKOUT! KICKOUT! KICKOUT!
The arena comes unglued as Price sits up looking bewildered. The referee signals that Reb got his shoulder up before three and Price can't believe it. Price up to his feet and he gets into the referee's face arguing the count.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb showing he is as tough as they come tonight folks. This crowd has lost their minds, they can't believe what they're seeing.
Erin Robbins: And neither can we!
Price turns around and pulls Reb back up to his feet. Price calls for the Downfall this time and locks in the cravate.
Zach Davis: Here it comes-
No!, Reb escapes it. Price turns and Reb rolls him up in a Schoolboy pin!
Erin Robbins: REB STEALS IT!
The bell rings as Reb gets to his feet. Price stays down; not from a bodily injury, but from injured pride. Reb gets to his feet and gets his arm lifted high in the air.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb defeats Jayson Price! I don't believe it!
Erin Robbins: First he tries to kill Oblivion, now this! Incredible!
Zach Davis: Oh come on. There's no proof!
Reb slides out of the ring as Price gets to his feet. Price stomps his feet, none too happy about the loss.
Zach Davis: WAIT LOOK!
From behind Price appears Steve Orbit. Sensing something is wrong from the reaction of the crowd, Price turns and…
Erin Robbins: PIMP SLAP!
Zach Davis: For a second week in a row Steve Orbit is attacking Jayson Price!
Immediately Corey Black and Jonny Fly appear on the stage. They take off in a dead sprint toward the ring. Orbit sees them coming and turns to face them as Black and Fly slide in under the bottom rope. Fly gets to Orbit first and throws a right hand. Orbit blocks it, and goes to return fire. Before he’s able to, Corey Black floors him with a stiff elbow to the temple. Fly immediately grabs Orbit off the mat and tosses him violently into the corner.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit is in big trouble here. A week after turning on Pantheon, it seems some retribution is in order.
Orbit hits the corner and his momentum jars him out. Fly spins his body three hundred and sixty degrees and destroys him with an uppercut.
Zach Davis: DISCUS FLY!
The attack from Fly and Black has given Price time to recover. He’s on his feet and looks at the fallen Steve Orbit slumped in the corner. He motions to the crowd for ‘The Downfall’ and receives an approving roar. Price reaches down to pick Orbit up when Black taps him on the shoulder. He points his finger toward the stage where Zombie McMorris and Natural ICE Beckman are now standing.
Erin Robbins: OH SHIT. They don’t look happy. I think we’re about to see Pantheon versus Vapor Kings right here!
In a flash, its now McMorris and Beckman sprinting down the ramp toward the ring.
Zach Davis: WAIT! LOOK AT THIS!
A man from the crowd has jumped the security barrier and stepped onto the ramp in front of McMorris and Beckman. As they continue to charge the ring, he charges at them – nailing both with a double clothesline!
Erin Robbins: WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK? WHO IS THAT GUY?
Zach Davis: I…I don’t know. I’ve seriously never seen him before.
The mystery man slowly turns back toward the ring, smiling wickedly. As he does, Steve Orbit manages to roll out of the ring. The mystery man slowly walks down the ramp, meeting Orbit at ringside in front of the ring. Nearly nose-to-nose, the two men exchange a long stare. Inside the ring, Jonny Fly has gathered a mic.
Jonny Fly: Orbit, say hello to your replacement. DANIEL BOOKER!
As his name is announced, Booker sends a huge right hand into Orbit’s skull that drops him to the floor. He turns and walks to the steel ring steps, using them to elevate himself into the ring.
Jonny Fly: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to reintroduce you to the greatest wrestling stable you’ve ever known – PANTHEON. Trust me when I say this, once you’ve seen Daniel Booker in action, the memory of Steve Orbit ever being a part of this group will disappear.
Fly drops the mic and the four members raise their hands to the crowd, soaking in their reaction.
Erin Robbins: But…but…who the hell is Daniel Booker?
Zach Davis: This is all I know, he’s apparently the newest member of Pantheon, and for that alone speaks volumes. The last three people that were allowed into Pantheon were Skyler Striker, Brad Kane, and Steve Orbit. Two Hall of Famers and a future Hall of Famer. They must know a lot more about Booker than we do.
Erin Robbins: I guess we’ll find out.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
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.
Erin Robbins: Here comes the “big bad” wolf…well he’s got the bad part down pact!
Zach Davis: I disagree did you not hear about who his opponent is tonight?
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Zach Davis: Speak of the devil.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Uh oh! It’s Jonny Fly! Looks like wolfie bit off more than he can chew.
Zach Davis: We’ll see but one thing, he’s got a chance to impress here tonight against a Former World Champion.
DING!! DING!! DING!!
Wolf and Fly circle the ring studying the other’s body language, feeling each other out a few moments before locking up in the center of the ring. Wolf shoots for a headlock but the veteran Fly is able to reverse almost instantaneously with a headlock of his own.
Erin Robbins: Don’t try out wrestling Jonny Fly, he can grapple with the best of them.
Wolf manages to wiggle out behind Fly, drops to one knee and extends his other leg, and then quickly pivots his body around, using his extended leg to knock away Fly’s legs with an Legsweep! Wolf stays on the assault as he kicks the back of Fly’s shins with a few more shots wearing down the legs.
Zach Davis: Wolf is being smart trying to isolate on Fly’s legs to keep him from gaining speed.
Erin Robbins: Or air…we all know how Jonny likes to Fly! Ha! Get it?!
Wolf takes a few steps back creating space between him and Fly before taking a running start charging at Fly going for-SMASH! Fly counters with a forearm hitting Wolf under the chin with a nasty European uppercut! Wolf is dazed and staggers back before regaining composure and charges again-WHOOSH! Fly uses his momentum to Wolf's disadvantage hooking Wolf’s arm and flipping him hard over on to the mat with an Arm drag. Wolf is quick back up but Fly is quick connecting with another Arm drag!
Erin Robbins: Looks like things are heating up!
Fly hits another nasty European uppercut stunning Wolf which buys him enough time to get on the apron and leaps up onto the ropes and then the air presumably going for a springboard clothesline-WHAM! Wolf counters at the last possible second with a dropkick to the midsection of Fly! Both men crash to the mat in result of the collision!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! Clap.Clap.Clap. THIS IS AWESOME!
Both men lay on the mat trying to recuperate which prompts the referee to start count.
Wolf raises himself off the mat onto his knees.
Fly is inching closer to the ropes.
Wolf gets on one knee.
Fly uses the ropes pulling himself up quickly!
Wolf is back up and moving towards Fly. Fly is more than happy to meet halfway! WHAM! WHAM! Wolf and Fly are going at it with shots to each others' body and head. Neither man is reeling or relenting! WHIZ! Fly shrugs off a blow, blocking Wolf’s fist and fires with a hard shot of his own-WHAM! Wolf staggers back prompting Fly to hit a clothesline-but Wolf ducks underneath it hits the opposite ropes gaining momentum and leaps into the air attempting to hit a high knee-WHOOSH! Fly sidesteps Wolf who flies through the ropes getting caught up before falling to the floor!
Zach Davis: OUCH! Wolf crashing hard down on the floor! That had to have hurt…
Fly eyes the nearest turnbuckle signaling his signature Suicide dive coming up. Fly climbs the turnbuckle and then flies off on top of Wolf. After hitting the Suicide dive throws Wolf back into the ring, and climbs the turnbuckle again, and gets ready to hit the Fly Sw-
Erin Robbins: NO! Wolf rolled out of the way! Dumb dog wasn’t supposed to do that!
Fly crashes into the canvas as Wolf rolls out of the way. Wolf is back to his feet and stalks the wounded Fly. Fly’s back up-Wolf sizes him up and goes for a Superkick-double WHAM! Wolf and Fly both go for a Superkick hitting each other at the same time!
Zach Davis: WOW! Did that just happen; both Wolf and Fly hit each other with a Superkick at the same time?! Both men are giving it all their all tonight!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Erin Robbins: Seems the crowd can’t make up their minds on who they want to win more…ugh fools!
Referee starts count again.
Both men start to stir.
Wolf is up!
Fly is up!
They lock up in the center of the ring again and jockey each other for position trying to gain the advantage over the other and turn the tide of the match. Wolf with a headlock! REVERSAL! Fly with a side-headlock! WHAM! Wolf with a hard shot to the gut of Fly! Fly is reeling and then runs-
Zach Davis: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX! Wolf just sent Fly flying!
Fly kicks out!
Erin Robbins: That was his only chance! Fly is still in this!
Wolf grunts in frustration getting back to his feet. Wolf stalks Fly measuring him up before putting Fly's head in a front facelock going for a DD-Fly counters! Fly grabs Wolf’s head and then falls back-WHAM! Fly drives Wolf’s head into the mat with a DDT! Fly’s back up and bounces off the ropes, executes a backflip and lands the Springboard moonsault on Wolf.
Fly follows through with the cover.
Wolf with the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: Wolf isn’t going down easy! He’s tough and fierce as they come!
Fly is on his feet and unloads on Wolf with a few kicks to the chest stomping away. Wolf covers up and manages to roll underneath the bottom rope onto the apron. Fly’s in pursuit. Wolf pulls himself halfway and Fly helps him the rest. Fly grabs Wolf’s head and goes for another front facelock and hooks the arm going for a suplex.
NO! WOLF REVERSES! WOLF SUPLEX ES FLY TO THE OUTSIDE!
Erin Robbins: NOOO!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! Clap.Clap.Clap. THIS IS AWESOME!!
Wolf falls to the apron catching his breath for a few moments before dropping to the floor and rolling Fly back into the ring. Wolf climbs the turnbuckle looking to set up for the Wrecking Ball Mark 2-
Zach Davis: WHOA! Fly manages to get to the ropes throwing his body against them in turn racking Wolf on the turnbuckle.
Wolf howls in pain over the predicament flipping over and falling forward to the mat Fly holds himself up and rubs his back to relieve some of the pain before stalking Wolf who tries to get back up. Wolf is to a vertical base, Fly then grabs Wolf around the waist, lifts him up, and tosses him forward on to his back slamming Wolf down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: SPINEBUSTER! Fly with the Spinebuster…could it be?!
Fly climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle. Fly then jumps off the turnbuckle, keeping his body in a missile-like position, and proceeds to strike the opponent in the heart with his skull.
Zach Davis: THE FLY SWATTER! FLY CONNECTS!
Fly quickly hooks the leg, making the cover.
Erin Robbins: FLY WINS! FLY WINS!
"300 Violin Orchestra" by Jorge Quintero hits the PA once again.
Zach Davis: Fly making a point that he’s still Jonny Fly and he isn’t going nowhere!
Wolf rolls out of the ring while Fly celebrates.
Zach Davis: It is time for the main event!
Erin Robbins: That's right! Who's ready to see the Vapor Kings kick some ass? I know I am!
Zach Davis: I wouldn't discount their opponents so easily, Erin. Michael Easton and Grayson Pierce have been on fire lately, and Anthony Douglas made a huge impact last week, when he put Jay Omega on the shelf.
Erin Robbins: And stole his first main event appearance, let's not forget that! This match was set to be Champions versus Contenders, until that little snake wormed his way into the spotlight.
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas is just as capable a competitor as--
Erin Robbins: Do yourself a favor, and don't end that sentence.
The banter cuts off as "God's Gonna Cut You Down" by Johnny Cash plays over the PA system. Buddy Roman steps out onto the stage in an immaculate three piece camelhair suit, a microphone in hand. He soaks in the mixed reaction for a few moments, then motions for the crowd to quiet down and raises the mic to his lips.
Buddy Roman: My sons and daughters of the WCF Galaxy, welcome to the main event; the pinnacle of achievement in the WCF, and the rightful place of the three men I have the utmost pleasure of introducing to you now. First is MY client; the Coked-Up Madman. The Honey Badger. THE EVIL INCARNATE, and YOUR United States Champion... ZOMBIE! MCMORRIS!
"Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie blares over the speakers, and the arena begins to fill with smoke. The vocals smash the speakers, and a spotlight finds Zombie McMorris out in the middle of the audience. He starts to make his way through the sea of people toward Roman, when the crowd lifts him up, and bodysurfs him to the barricade. ZMAC hops the security railing, then climbs onto the stage to stand impassively at Buddy's side.
Buddy Roman: Next is my son, the greatest purveyor of poon in all of California. He is the Oakland Mack, and he is YOUR Hardcore Champion... STEVEN! ORBIT! ROMAN!
"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 steps from behind the curtain. 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. Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, and Steve takes up position beside McMorris.
Buddy Roman: And finally, my son; the one, the only, and YOUR World Heavyweight Champion... NATURAL ICE BECKMAN-ROMAN THE THIRD!!!
The arena goes quiet, when over the PA system a man asks, "Are you drunk yet?" As the crowd responds with mostly 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 can before tossing it into the crowd. ICE also embraces Buddy, and shakes the hands of Orbit and ZMAC.
Buddy Roman: Together, they are the finest group of children a father could ask for! They are the greatest collection of champions in the WCF! They are the most prolific athletes in the world! They are... THE VAPOR KINGZ!
The Vapor Kings make their way down to ringside, Orbit strutting as he goes, Beckman stealing beer from willing fans; followed by Roman, all four ignoring the mingled boos from the divided crowd. At ringside, Steve removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman, while ZMAC climbs between the ropes, and ICE rolls under them. Upon entering the ring, Beckman sits in the far corner and wipes foam from his beard, while Orbit climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena, mixed with the cheers of some die-hard fans; most of them fémale. Steve climbs down from the turnbuckle, and all three move to strategize with Roman in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: Buddy Roman sure does enjoy listening to himself talk.
Erin Robbins: You can't deny any of what he said, though.
Zach Davis: Not in this case, no.
Erin Robbins: Not in any case. Buddy Roman speaks nothing but truth, which you would know if you listened to him more.
Zach Davis: Perish the thought.
"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadiums sound system. Michael Easton steps out from behind the curtain and quickly walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes set on the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, from Albany, New York; weighing in at two hundred, twenty-one pounds...MICHAEL EASTON!
The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge their comments. Easton moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope. He wisely moves no further than his own corner, and keeps his eyes on all three opponents.
Zach Davis: Michael Easton looking to continue his undefeated streak tonight--
Erin Robbins: Against the VK? HA! Good luck!
Zach Davis: Stranger things have happened in the WCF.
Erin Robbins: Stranger, but not less likely.
"Devil's Dance" by Metallica hits the airwaves, and at the first guitar lick, Anthony comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd emotionlessly, and doesn't care for their reaction.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his tag team partner; from Marana, Arizona. Weighing in at two hundred, sixty-two pounds, the Wolverine... ANTHONY DOUGLAS!
Douglas walks to the ring with little effort, slides in under the bottom rope, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the Vapor Kingz from across the ring, his eyes also remaining locked on the trio of champions.
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas looking extremely focused here, as he gets set to square off with WCF's top tier of talent.
Erin Robbins: Ugh, that should be Jay Omega in there, and you know it, Zach.
Zach Davis: What I know for sure, is that Jay Omega is out with a minor knee injury, and Anthony Douglas is the man that did it.
Erin Robbins: You know, other companies fine wrestlers for things like that.
Zach Davis: Other companies aren't the WCF.
"Hell Yea" by Rev Theory plays as the lights shut off. 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 Gray Pierce bursts through the curtains, comes to a stop, and accepts the cheers of the crowd.
Kyle Steel: And their partner; from Long Island, New York. Weighing in at two hundred, twenty-five pounds, he is the Livewire... GRAYSON PIERCE!
Pierce 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. Grayson smiles his million dollar smile, and retreats to his team's corner.
Zach Davis: Grayson Pierce is quickly becoming a fan favorite here in the WCF, thanks to his high-flying antics, and electrifying charisma!
Erin Robbins: There's no accounting for some people's tastes.
Senior referee Stanley Moser calls for the bell, Orbit and Beckman step onto the apron, but tensions are already running high on the other side of the ring, as Douglas loudly insists on starting the match; going so far as to push Pierce toward the ropes. Easton just shrugs, and steps through the ropes, but Grayson locks eyes with Anthony for a few moments, before he grudgingly does the same.
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas and Zombie McMorris starting things off, and it does not look like the team of Easton, Douglas, and Pierce are all on the same page, here.
Erin Robbins: Does that surprise you? Anthony made it clear earlier this week that he has no respect for either of his partners.
Zach Davis: A dangerous position to take in a match like this. Particularly with all this talk of a price on his head.
Erin Robbins: To say nothing of what else could happen, if he keeps making enemies.
Anthony gets as up into ZMAC's face as he can for a little trash talk, then shoves the U.S. Champ back, and outlines a belt around his waist with his hands. With no fucks to give about Douglas' title aspirations, McMorris returns fire with a massive haymaker that rocks the Wolverine back on his heels, follows with a shin kick, then scoop slams Anthony to the mat. ZMAC shoots the ropes as Douglas gets to his feet, and comes back with a heavy dropkick that sends Douglas sprawling to the canvas again. Zombie grabs a handful of hair, and pulls the Wolverine to his feet, then drops him back down with a sidewalk slam.
Zach Davis: McMorris makes the tag to Steve Orbit, and the Hardcore Champion hits the ring!
Erin Robbins: And these fans can't make up their mind whether they like that or not. Typical; they have to be told what they should want.
Orbit picks Douglas up, but Anthony throws off the grip, and fires a right hand to the jaw, then a left to the midsection. Another right hand ends the exchange, and has Orbit reeling and holding his jaw. The Wolverine closes thé distance, and throws another right hand, but Orbit blocks, and retaliates with a lightning fast combination of a quick jab, a pair of forearm shots, and a spinning backfist, topped off with a standing dropkick that brings a small pop from a section of the crowd. The Mack stands, and leans back into the ropes for some momentum, then gets some great hang time with a big jumping elbow drop.
Zach Davis: Nice athleticism from the Hardcore Champion, showcasing why he's among the top tier of talent in the industry.
Erin Robbins: Which industry; wrestling, or pimping? 'Cause he's at the top of both.
Orbit pulls Douglas to his feet, and muscles him into the Vapor Kings' corner. Steve tags in Beckman, then holds Anthony in place as ICE measures him for a boot to the gut.
Zach Davis: Veteran team strategy from the Vapor Kings; isolating one man, and keeping each other fresh. I'm a little surprised to see these three working together so easily this soon.
Erin Robbins: Would you expect anything less than excellent strategy, with Buddy Roman directing traffic? You make it sound like none of them have ever wrestled in a tag match before. These men are all champions, Zach!
ICE pulls the Wolverine out of the corner in a front facelock. then hits a snap suplex that plants Douglas in the middle of the ring. Beckman grabs Anthony by the head, and starts to pull him up again, when Douglas catches him with a jawbreaker that puts the World Champion on his back, and buys some breathing room. The Livewire stretches over the top rope, calling for a tag, and Anthony reluctantly humors him. Pierce hops into the ring as ICE climbs to his feet, and the crowd gives a decent pop as the two lock up in the middle of the ring. The World Champion easily overpowers Grayson, forcing him down to one knee, then hits a knee lift to break up the hold.
Zach Davis: A powerful blow from World Champion, ICE Beckman! That surely rang Grayson Pierce's bell!
Erin Robbins: I hope it broke his nose. He needs some scars on that pretty face; it'll make him look more like a man!
The Livewire hits the mat, and instantly rolls to his feet. The two move to lock up again, when Pierce sidesteps, and drives a knee into Beckman's ribs. Grayson slaps on a headlock, takes two running steps, then jumps into the air for a bulldog, but ICE simply throws him off. Pierce crashes down to the mat, and arches his spine, placing a hand on his lower back, then looks up just in time to see Beckman's forehead come at him, as ICE lands a crushing falling headbutt. Beckman rolls to his feet, and lays a stomp on the Livewire's chest, then makes the tag to Zombie McMorris.
Zach Davis: United States Champion back in the ring, and Anthony Douglas starts jawing at him from the apron.
Erin Robbins: Honey Badger don't give a shit, though, and keeps his attention on Pierce.
Grayson gets up, with a little help from ZMAC, then goes right back down to the mat, as McMorris hits him with a snap suplex. Zombie lays a fist drop across Pierce's forehead, then another, then hits the ropes, and comes back with a jumping double foot stomp that leaves the Livewire gasping for breath. ZMAC pulls Pierce up again, and fires him into the ropes, but telegraphs the coming back body drop, and the Livewire pulls up short with a vicious kick that rocks McMorris back. Grayson careens off the ropes again, trying to build enough momentum to knock the off-balance Zombie down, and connects with a clothesline that has the larger man teetering. Pierce tries hitting the ropes one more time...
Zach Davis: Crossbody from Gra-- no! Zombie McMorris with a spinning powerslam! What impact!
Erin Robbins: Hopefully it knocks some sense into Pierce, and he goes back to his garage band.
Zach Davis: Give the man some credit, Erin. The man is the number one contender for Steve Orbit's Hardcore Championship
Erin Robbins: Exactly; Steve Orbit's championship. It'll take more than some bubblegum pop star with highlights to beat him.
ZMAC picks Grayson up again, then lifts him overhead with a military press, and launches the Livewire throat first onto the top rope with a guillotine. Pierce stumbles back, clutching his throat, and McMorris picks him up in an Electric Chair, then drops him forward with a facebuster. Zombie makes his way back to his corner, and tags in Orbit again, to the delight of the crowd.
Zach Davis: These fans are fired up over a preview of Pierce versus Orbit!
Erin Robbins: More like a tease; since this isn't a hardcore match.
Zach Davis: In the WCF, that doesn't matter much.
The Mack plays to the crowd a bit, and takes him time measuring Grayson for a knee drop across the back of the head. Orbit pulls the Livewire to his feet, then lifts him in a fireman's carry, but Pierce wriggles free, lands on his feet, then barely hits a dropsault. Steve tries to avoid contact, but doesn't get completely out of the way in time, and is a little off-balance when Grayson surges up from the mat with a double leg takedown. The Livewire starts raining forearm clubs down on Orbit, then bounds to his feet, and springboards off the second rope with a beautiful moonsault. Pierce stands up, and backs into his corner as Steve begins to get to his feet; the Livewire tags in Michael Easton, then charges at the Mack looking for a clothesline.
Zach Davis: What ring awareness! Steve Orbit ducks under a clothesline from Grayson Pierce, then took out Michael Easton with an enzuigiri as he was coming into the ring!
Erin Robbins: That's why he's at the top of the food chain, Zach. The Mack is too good to focus on the wrong opponent.
Zach Davis: The same cannot be said for Anthony Douglas, who hasn't taken his eyes off Zombie McMorris since he stepped out onto the apron.
Erin Robbins: Which explains why ICE and Orbit manhandled him so easily.
Grayson tries to go back on the attack, but Moser is right there, forcing him out onto the apron. Orbit takes advantage of the distracted referee, and drops a knee into Easton's groin that receives a chorus of boos. Steve puts on a mocking sad face, and asks the crowd for more, who are all too willing to let him hear it. Orbit pulls Michael to his feet as Stan Moser turns around, then drops the nihilist back to the canvas with a hard DDT. The Mack rolls over into a kneel, and tries to lock in a Cobra Clutch on the grounded Easton, but Michael fights his way free, and scrambles to his feet with some distance between him and the Hardcore Champ.
Zach Davis: Good countering by Michael Easton; once locked in, the Cobra Clutch is very difficult to escape.
Erin Robbins: Once Steve Orbit locks it in, it's impossible to escape.
Zach Davis: There's a counter for every hold, Erin.
Easton and Orbit circle each other, then come together with Michael looking for a collar and elbow. Steve quickly goes low, and drops Easton to the mat with a single leg takedown, and transitions into an ankle lock. Before he can fully get it in place, Michael rolls onto his back, and kicks the Mack off him. Orbit hits the ropes as Easton stands most of the way up, and Steve latches onto his head with a running bulldog. Looking quite sure of himself, the Mack drags Michael into the VK corner by an arm, and tags in ICE Beckman again.
Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings make another tag. Seems like they have a rotation worked out.
Erin Robbins: Of course. Buddy Roman doesn't manage idiots, he manages the best in the business.
Zach Davis: There's certainly no denying that these three men are at the top of their game tonight.
Erin Robbins: Not just tonight, Zach, any night. There's a whole lot of gold between them, and not the kind you get at a jewelry store.
Confident, Beckman pulls Easton to his feet, but the wily nihilist had been playing possum, and nails a hard European uppercut. Angered, ICE comes back with a heavy right hand that staggers Michael. Suddenly, both men start swinging; Beckman throwing wild rights and lefts, while Easton's strikes are more precise, albeit not as powerful. ICE soon takes the upper hand; pummeling the nihilist back into an open corner, then tries to Irish whip him into the opposing turnbuckle. Michael reverses the throw, sending Beckman into the corner instead, and follows him right in; Easton's knees colliding with ICE's chest less than a heartbeat after his back hits the padding. Michael tries for a snap suplex as Beckman comes out of the corner, but the World Champion slips out at the last second, throwing Easton to the mat.
Zach Davis: Nice avoidance from Natural ICE Beckman, which turns the tide back in the Vapor Kings' favor.
Erin Robbins: Please. The Vapor Kings have controlled the flow of the match from the outset.
ICE drags himself along the ropes, one arm slung across his ribs, and tags in ZMAC. McMorris walks over to the rising Michael and takes hold of his head, but gets stopped by a flurry of fists to the ribs and gut as Easton fights his way free. Michael grabs the U.S. Champ with a front facelock, and starts firing knees up into Zombie's midsection, then leaves him hunched over, and hits the ropes for speed, but ZMAC straightens up just in time to avoid a running knee strike. Before Easton fully catches his balance, McMorris snakes an arm around his throat from behind, and brings Michael's momentum to a halt with an inverted bulldog. ZMAC quickly makes the cover, and hooks a leg.
Zach Davis: Michael Easton kicks out, but he's obviously in bad shape, and needs to make a tag.
Erin Robbins: Easton's tougher than that. Remember, he had a perfect record up until tonight.
Zach Davis: Had? You make it sound like the match is already over.
Erin Robbins: Oh, but it is, Zach. It is. I'm sure Michael Easton will make a great Cinema Champion, but he's no Zombie McMorris.
As if to illustrate the point, the Honey Badger springs to his feet, then drops a heavy elbow on the slow-moving Michael. A second big elbow follows that, then a second quick cover that sees McMorris hook both legs.
And Easton kicks out again, more on instinct than anything else. ZMAC glares threateningly at Moser, but the seasoned ref just shakes his head in response. Zombie grabs a fistful of hair, and starts to pull Michael up to his feet, when the tenacious scrapper scoops one of McMorris' legs up, and hits a capture suplex out of nowhere. Pierce is practically dancing on the apron, arm extended over the ropes as far as it will go, trying to get Easton's attention. ZMAC starts to slowly get to his feet, holding the back of his head, while Michael drags himself to the corner, and just barely makes contact with the Livewire's outstretched hand.
Zach Davis: Hot tag to Grayson Pierce, and would you listen to this capacity crowd?
Erin Robbins: Not if I had a choice. I'd prefer if Zombie threw a little party in the ring.
Zach Davis: A... party?
Erin Robbins: A Boot Party, of course.
Pierce hits the ring as McMorris stands fully, and the Livewire connects with a running back elbow that takes Zombie off his feet again. Grayson turns with the impact, and keeps the momentum going, as he barrels into the VK corner with a clothesline on ICE that has the World Champion reeling on the apron; barely holding on with one hand. Steve Orbit drops to the floor to avoid a an elbow swung in his direction, and Beckman follows him to the floor shortly after, due to a forearm smash along his jaw from the Livewire. Pierce turns around with a whoop, returned by the crowd with a cheer, then gets crushed into the corner by ZMAC with a bone crunching spear. Orbit clambers back up onto the apron, and McMorris makes a tag, then starts choking Grayson with his foot while Steve climbs into the ring. The Mack throws a couple of hard shots to Pierce's midsection, while Moser gives ZMAC shit; Honey Badger don't give a fuck, and only relents at the insistence of Buddy Roman.
Zach Davis: McMorris nearly getting the Vapor Kings disqualified there, but Buddy Roman was able to call him off, and now Steve Orbit has control.
Erin Robbins: The Mack is always in control; of himself, and of his opponents.
Orbit backs out of the corner, and the Livewire staggers after him, throwing a wild swing. Steve ducks the strike, wraps an arm around Grayson's neck and under the shoulder, then takes hold of his leg and heaves him overhead with a T-bone suplex. Pierce drags himself up using the ropes, and leans heavily against them; more weight supported by his grip than his legs. The Mack puts on a cocky smile, and charges in for a running clothesline, but the Livewire low bridges him, and Orbit tumbles to the floor. Grayson stumbles across the ring, his arm reaching out for a tag, while Steve collects himself off the ringside mats, and Beckman climbs back up onto the apron. Anthony Douglas reaches out, and Pierce almost slaps his hand, then pulls away and tags the still-recovering Michael Easton. Easton gives a put upon expression as he steps into the ring, and Grayson steps out. Michael then tags Douglas, and exits the rings with a disapproving scowl at the Livewire. Douglas gets in the ring, and gives Pierce some grief, but Grayson just flips him the bird. Enraged, Anthony socks the Livewire in the jaw, then turns his attention to the Hardcore Champion sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: Anthony Douglas lets Pierce know his antics aren't appreciated, and Michael Easton doesn't look impressed with the pair of them.
Erin Robbins: Can you blame Michael? He's dealing with a pair of children as tag partners
Orbit and Douglas lock up in the middle of the ring, with Anthony quickly whipping Steve into the ropes. The Mack comes back, and gets caught with a big spinebuster that knocks the wind out of him. Douglas stands up, and the 'Tron abruptly changes from displaying the in-ring action, to the smiling face of Jay Omega once again.
Jay Omega: Oh hey, Anthony. Aaanthony!
Douglas turns to face the giant screen, his face a mask of contemptuous rage.
Jay Omega: One more bit of last minute advice I forgot to give you; DON'T let yourself get distracted in the ring. This is your big chance, and you don't want your attention split between your opponents, and my little price on your head.
Orbit gets to his feet behind the Wolverine, and slaps on a half nelson, but Douglas elbows his way out of it, and Steve stumbles back against the ropes. ICE makes a blind tag as the Mack rebounds, and Anthony grabs Orbit by the head, and launches him out of the ring at the bottom of the ramp. Seething, the Wolverine jaws at Omega's likeness, and taps the side of his head.
Jay Omega: Well damn, I figured that would get ya. Bravo, Tony; I guess you're smarter than I thought. Not by much, though.
Beckman comes in stealthily, and hits a German suplex on the unsuspecting Douglas. ICE pulls Anthony to his feet as Roman climbs up on the apron brandishing Orbit's cane, and the official moves to intercept Buddy. The 'Tron flickers back to showing the action, as ZMAC steps into the ring as well. The two Vapor Kings throw Douglas into the corner, and begin pummeling him; McMorris unloading with heavy kicks to the gut, alternating with Beckman's right hands to the head. Easton moves to step into the ring, when Orbit pulls himself up using the apron, and yanks Michael down to the floor. The two of them starts trading punches, and Pierce starts to enter the ring, then stops and looks first at Douglas, then Buddy and Moser, then down at Orbit and Easton, and climbs up onto the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Grayson Pierce looking to fly here, and the crowd is eating it up!
Erin Robbins: Miss, dammit!
The Mack drives Michael's back into the apron, then hits him with a Pimp Slap, just as Grayson leaps off the turnbuckles. The Livewire soars through the air, and comes crashing down on the Hardcore Champion with a driving elbow smash to the top of the head, while Roman climbs down from the apron. Just before Moser turns his attention back to the ring, Beckman claps his hands loudly, and steps out onto the apron. ZMAC hoists Douglas up onto the top turnbuckle, then follows up after him, and sets the Wolverine up for a suplex. McMorris lifts but Anthony resists, so Zombie slams a meaty fist into Douglas' ribs a few times, then climbs up onto the last turnbuckle, and plants the Wolverine in the center of the ring with a huuuge top rope superplex. ZMAC stands, and backs into one of the open corners while Anthony slowly moves around, and turns himself over onto his stomach. Douglas pushes himself up to all fours, and McMorris bursts out of the corner.
Erin Robbins: Welcome to the Boot Party, Anthony!
Zach Davis: That vicious punt kick to the side of the head connects, and I think it's academic from here, unless Douglas can make a tag!
Erin Robbins: To who? Easton's down and holding his back, and Pierce is still brawling with the Mack. Anthony has no one to turn to for help.
Zombie regards Douglas for a moment, with an expression that speaks of wondering whether or not to crush an insect. He apparently decides in favor of doing so, as an evil smile slowly spreads across his face. ZMAC pulls Douglas to unsteady feet, kicks him in the stomach, then hooks both arms, and spikes the Wolverine into the canvas with the World Tour '69 DDT. Not done, McMorris drags Douglas back up, and gives him an Axe Wound in the center of the ring. Zombie makes a cover, not bothering to hook a leg. Moser slides into position as Beckman enters the ring, and starts his count as Easton climbs onto the apron.
Easton quickly ducks through the ropes, and sidesteps a charge from ICE, throwing him into the turnbuckle.
The Livewire pushes away from Orbit, and slides into the ring.
Both Pierce and Easton crash down on ZMAC with driving elbows, and the Mack slides into the ring. Beckman comes out of the corner, and grabs hold of Michael, while the Hardcore Champion hauls his number one contender to his feet. McMorris leaves Douglas where he lies, and goes to help the World Champion beat on Easton, followed by Moser who tries to eject Beckman.
Zach Davis: All six men in the ring now, and senior referee Stan Moser has lost control of this one!
Erin Robbins: And here comes Buddy with that cane!
Orbit holds Grayson's arms behind his back, and Roman winds up with the cane, but the Livewire drops out of the way at the last second, causing the foreign object to slam into Steve's skull rather than his own. The Mack drops like a sack of bricks, to Buddy's obvious horror, and Pierce electrifies the crowd by hitting Roman with a little High Voltage that drops him to the floor.
Erin Robbins: No! Dammit!
Pierce makes a cover, and calls for Moser to turn around. Seeing a pinfall in the making, the ref slides into place.
Erin Robbins: Come on! Neither one of them is legal!
Zombie turns around and does a double take at the situation, then rushes over.
Zach Davis: ZMAC's foot connects with the back of Grayson's head! Pin broken up!
McMorris gets up and surveys the situation once more - before being rolled up from behind by Anthony Douglas!
Erin Robbins: Again, who is legal here!?
(DING DING DING!)
Zach Davis: Legal men or not, Stan Moser's decision is final; and his decision is a victory for the team of Michael Easton, Anthony Douglas, and Grayson Pierce!
Erin Robbins: What a rip-off! I want my money back!
Zach Davis: You didn't pay to see the show.
Erin Robbins: No, but I bet on the Vapor Kings!
Anthony Douglas stands up, a shit eating grin on his face, as he looks down at McMorris.
Zach Davis: He's been gunning for a United States Title shot, despite not being the number one contender. Unfortunately, this isn't going to shut him up any time soon.
The Vapor Kings regroup outside the ring as Anthony Douglas stands tall inside of it. Orbit, Beckman, and McMorris each have their respective Titles as they're huddled around each other. McMorris raises his United States Title high in the air, taunting Douglas.
Erin Robbins: Well-
Suddenly, Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Uh oh!
Erin Robbins: Here comes Seth!
Indeed, Seth Lerch steps out from the back! The fans boo as Seth glances first at the Vapor Kings, then at Anthony Douglas, who looks on with hatred. Seth, of course, has a mic.
Seth Lerch: You know, as "great" as Steve Orbit is, the Vapor Kings just aren't the Vapor Kings without Bobby Cairo. I can't believe what happened to him at XIII.
The fans boo Seth's random mention of Bobby Cairo... and XIII.
Seth Lerch: But that said, even I have to give you your due. You hold not only the World Championship, but the Hardcore Championship and the United States Championship as well.
Seth does a sarcastic slow clap.
Seth Lerch: I don't even get it. ICE Beckman and Steve Orbit go toe to toe all month, Beckman takes the belt... then you guys are not only cool, but like.. besties? What the hell?
Some members of the crowd randomly try to chant "besties!" but fail.
Seth Lerch: It kinda ruins my money match for Revenge, you know? STEVE ORBIT VERSUS THE HATED RIVAL THAT TOOK HIS BELT, ICE BECKMAN. I'm not really an Orbit fan so I don't want to give you a Title shot, but I'd do it for 'dem buyrates.' But if you guys are like, dating or whatever, what's the point? No one is going to tune it to see you make out for twenty minutes.
One overweight female fan in the front row begins to chant "yes we will!" but no one joins her.
Seth Lerch: So congratulations, Steve Orbit. By joining the Vapor Kings, you've kissed your chance at a World Title rematch goodbye.
Mixed reaction from the crowd. Orbit simply glares at Seth.
Zach Davis: After him turning on Pantheon, he doesn't deserve it!
Seth Lerch: Which, of course, raises the question. Who WILL face ICE Beckman at Revenge for the World Title?
ICE watches on, wondering the same thing himself. Seth lowers the mic and paces back and forth, pretending to think.
Seth Lerch: There's been a lot of talk, ICE, about how you're a fresh of breath air. You're the first guy to hold the World Title in quite a while who hadn't already held the belt previously. So I could surely pick out a former Champion to face you, give you a run for your money, see if you're REALLY World Champion material. In fact, there might be a certain Pantheon member that wouldn't mind knocking the Vapor Kings down a peg.
Crowd: JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY!
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: But I'm not going to do that.
The crowd boos.
Seth Lerch: You see, maybe I'll embrace this whole "new blood" movement for all it's worth. The fans want new blood? I'll give 'em new blood. Next week at Slam, there will be a New Blood Battle Royal match for the World Title contendership!
The crowd pops!
Seth Lerch: This isn't your typical battle royal, obviously. The only participants in this match will be men or women who have NEVER held the WCF World Championship before. And there'll be NO rules... or pinfalls, or submissions. In this match, the only way to eliminate an opponent is by making them bleed!
The crowd pops, because crowds love blood and everything.
Seth Lerch: Not only that-
Anthony Douglas has grabbed a mic.
Anthony Douglas: SHUT UP!
Seth turns his attention to Douglas.
Seth Lerch: Whoa, there. Don't make Logan come back; that's gimmick infringement.
Douglas rolls his eyes.
Anthony Douglas: Seth, I'm tired of you ignoring me! Last week, I kicked the holy hell out of Jay Omega. This week, I PINNED THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION!, I pinned Zombie McMorris! When are you going to give me what I deserve? Add me to the United States Title match at Revenge!
Seth pretends to think for a moment.
Seth Lerch: Nope.
The crowd laughs for a moment before remembering they hate Seth; they quiet down.
Seth Lerch: Douglas, you've been very vocal that you're no fan of mine. And that's cool. I'm no fan of yours. But you think you can just dictate what you want? You think you can attack the real number one contender, and harrass the US Champ, and get a Title shot that way? You've got to earn it.
Anthony Douglas: I PINNED THE CHAMPION! I DO deserve my shot!
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: Look, Douglas, don't worry. You're going to get an opportunity. Firstly, I'm officially announcing that you'll be a member of the New Blood Battle Royal next week!
The fans boo; Douglas doesn't care.
Seth Lerch: But let's say you don't win that. At Revenge, you'll prove that you deserve a United States Title shot once and for all by competing in a United States Contendership match. But here's the match. If you win, you get the Title shot. If you lose, you can't fight for the Title until neither McMorris nor Omega are Champion!
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: HUGE stakes for Anthony Douglas!
Seth Lerch: And that's all I've got to say about that. Have a good night, gentlemen!
With that, Seth turns and heads to the back as Master of Puppets plays once more.
Erin Robbins: HUGE news! Big stakes for Anthony Douglas, and we find out that Revenge will be headlined by someone getting a World Title shot that has never held the Championship before!
Zach Davis: Where does that leave Steve Orbit, Erin? Will Pantheon be gunning for him?
Erin Robbins: Absolutely.
Seth's music stops. The buzz is dying down from the announcement …and Anthony Douglas is the last person to leave the ring. He is walking up the ramp…when two men step out from behind the curtain.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute…that’s Colin Marshall and Ace Alpha…what the hell are those two doing out here?
Colin stands there holding a steel chair and Ace Alpha rubs his hands together, smiling the entire time. Anthony Douglas shows no fear and charges the two men…but they prove to be overwhelming. Alpha kicks a wounded Douglas in the gut, knocking him over, and Colin plants the steel chair right into his back. Alpha begins stomping Douglas on the ground and Colin slams him with another chairshot. Anthony begins to push himself off the ground, trying to gain some traction, but Colin hits him with another chairshot, knocking him back to the ground. Anthony appears to be unconscious.
Zach Davis: That was sick…what the hell did these two do that for?
Alpha picks up a microphone off the stage and puts it to his mouth.
Ace Alpha: Anthony Douglas wanted a war? Anthony Douglas wanted to run his mouth, talk about being the baddest bitch on the block, and this is what it got him. This is what your mouth cost you, Anthony.
Alpha hands the microphone to a waiting Colin.
Colin Marshall: Truth is Wolverine…my pal Ace and I…we couldn’t care less about you. This is nothing personal, this is just business. We’re getting paid a good sum of money by a good friend of yours to commit this heinous action. Too bad, the price you had to pay was tenfold.
Colin hands the microphone back to Alpha. The crowd begins to boo the two men on the stage.
Ace Alpha: We don’t expect to be forgiven by anybody for this…but we certainly won’t be forgotten.
Alpha drops the microphone as “Self vs Self” by Pendulum begins to blare throughout the arena.
The beating winds down, leaving Marshall and Alpha standing on the stage. The music dies down and the 'Tron flickers; once again revealing Jay Omega kicked back in his wheelchair, a burning joint dangling from his smiling lips. Omega claps slowly three times, then takes a hit off the spliff.
Jay Omega: Bravissimo! Encore! I love it! Oh, good job, gentlemen, good job. I'm glad to see the offer I made was enough to entice someone; I was wondering whether or not it was enough to properly motivate people. I can't say whether or not that was worth half a mill, we'll have to see what the doctors have to say when they take a look at him. That was definitely worth a bit of a Christmas bonus, though. You should take a bow, Colin, Ace; your performance certainly deserves it. I'll see you next week, and we'll work out some sort of payment plan, once I know whether or not the message has been received, and understood. Until then, boys. Pleasure doing business with you.
The camera switches back to Colin and Alpha standing on the stage with Douglas. Colin crashes Douglas with another chair shot before the two walk away from the scene... and Slam fades to black.