The show opens with Anthony Douglas pacing back and forth in the parking garage.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! We are live from the Wachovia Center in Philadelphia!
Erin Robbins: And it looks like things are already heating up. What is Anthony Douglas waiting for?
Zach Davis: What...or who?
As Douglas paces back and forth a black limo pulls up. Douglas is waiting as the back door opens up, causing empty beer cans to spill out. Then the crowd pops in reaction as ICE Beckman comes out of the limo. ICE wipes the foam from his beard and adjusts the World Title, but only bas a short moment before Anthony Douglas is in his face.
Anthony Douglas: Hey! Beckman! I've got something to say to you.
ICE: Oh really? Well I am always up for hearing some praise about my World Championship victory.
Anthony Douglas: Congratulations on being the top of the heap. That makes you the most important piece of crap in this toilet.
ICE: Interesting. Please proceed.
Anthony Douglas: So, shine that belt up real nice and tall me toilet paper. After I wipe seven piece of sh*t out of the way, that little belt, and the belt that belongs to your bestest-best friend Zombie McMorris is coming to me.
ICE: You know Anthony, around here talk like that is earned.
Anthony Douglas: Earned? I earned it last week when I beat all three of your asses in the ring. Face it. You can't hack it and luck only goes so far, son.
ICE: I am just saying being a big mouth only gets you so far in the WCF.
Anthony Douglas: Sucking Seth Lerch's quarter inch killer gets you further, I see. It worked for you.
ICE gets closer to Douglas, where they are almost nose to nose.
ICE: Whoa, now, I know you’re newish around here, but trust me I have proudly wrecked many a nights for Seth.
Anthony Douglas: Yeah, yeah, yeah. . .here's the truth of it. You make money for that jackass. I cost him money. That's the point. You are a corporate, WCF drone.
ICE: The time for this conversation is about up, I think.
Anthony Douglas: It's over when I say it's over.
ICE shrugs his shoulders.
ICE: Well maybe if you win the Battle Royal tonight I might start believing... maybe... probably not.... but maybe.
Anthony Douglas: You don't know the half of it, son.
ICE: I wish you luck Douglas, you are going to need it.
Anthony Douglas: What crap. Save it for someone who doesn't realize you're talking out your ass.
Anthony Douglas pokes the World Title on ICE’s shoulder, then flips him off before walking away, leaving ICE by himself.
Zach Davis: I would say Douglas has the attitude of a Champion.
Erin Robbins: He does for sure, but does he have that extra something special to be the World Champion?
Zach Davis: Time will answer that I believe, now let’s start our show!
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
Zach Davis: Ugh. WCF Hardcore Champion, "The Mack" Steve Orbit. With him is his new manager, Buddy Roman of the Vapor Kings.
Erin Robbins: What do you mean "ugh"?
Zach Davis: ... Forget it.
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entrance way and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as 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 piece, 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: Orbit looks great. He looks happy-- happier than he's ever looked. He was always so stressed out as World Champion.
Zach Davis: No doubt about it, the WCF World Championship is a heavy burden for any man to bear. And five months is a very long stretch with the World title. Do you think that's what really caused Orbit to finally snap?
Erin Robbins: Snap?! What are you talking about?
Orbit holds the rope for Roman, who enters the ring, smiling. Orbit follows him in. "OR-BIT SUCKS" and "RO-MAN SUCKS" chants are heard. Buddy smiles through the chants, until they die down, and he begins to speak.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Buddy Roman. By my side is my dear, beloved son-- "The Mack", WCF Hardcore Champion, Steven Orbit Roman.
The crowd boos.
Buddy Roman: A man who has given his all to this company. A man who has singlehandedly changed the entire landscape of WCF, by ditching some... lesser affiliates, and joining two KINGS in my client, WCF United States Champion Zombie McMorris and my son, WCF World Champion Natural ICE Beckman. They are collectively known as the Vapor Kings and they are indeed ruling this company, and ruling it with an iron fist.
The crowd boos again as Orbit holds up his fist, and pats the Hardcore title on his shoulder.
Buddy Roman: With that said, I am out here tonight for a purpose. I am out here to announce my son, Steve Orbit's, opponent for the upcoming WCF pay per view-- Revenge.
Pop for the announcement.
Buddy Roman: Turns out there's a long line of people waiting to fight my son. And he'll get to all of you in due time... trust me. My son, Steve Orbit, does not leave loose ends. See, doing a match with Steve Orbit is like going to the moon-- sure, everybody talks about it, but nobody really wants to go there.
Orbit cracks a smile and nods. Buddy grins.
Buddy Roman: Still, there are those who may feel... betrayed, or they may have some grievances with my son, and they will all be dealt with at the proper place and time. At Revenge however, Steve Orbit's opponent will be...
Roman pauses for suspense. "GRAY-SON PIERCE" chants are heard. "PAN-THE-ON" chants are also heard.
Buddy Roman: NO ONE.
The crowd boos intensely.
Buddy Roman: My son Steve Orbit Roman has worked back to back to back pay per views, Slam every single week, defending the World title for five long, grueling months-- and it's time for my son to sit on the sidelines for one event.
The crowd continues to boo. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants.
Buddy Roman: And the bottom line is, there is not a wrestler in the back that isn't named Zombie McMorris or Natural ICE Beckman who can give Steve Orbit a run for his money. There is not a man nor a woman in the locker room who can give Steve Orbit a match worth showing up for. So while the WCF machine is at Madison Square Garden, my son Steve Orbit will be home in Oakland, counting money, and touching--
"The Final Countdown" by Europe hits the speakers as Jayson Price walks out onto the stage to a rather sizable pop.
Erin Robbins: And you can tell we're in Philadelphia because this crowd is actually cheering FOR Jayson Price for once.
Zach Davis: He's Philadelphia's favorite son!
Erin Robbins: Of course some of it may be because they despise Steve Orbit and Buddy Roman.
Zach Davis: So he's a somewhat better choice!
Price twirls the microphone in his hand as he stares down Orbit and Roman from the stage, a smile on his face. Orbit and Roman look none to happy to see Price interrupting them.
Jayson Price: Himself? That's what you were going to say right? Counting money and touching himself? A little too much information to share with the crowd if you ask me, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
Laughs from the crowd as Roman and Orbit seem unimpressed by the juvenile humor.
Jayson Price: What's the matter? You guys don't like jokes? That's a shame because I have a real gut buster about a short, fat, balding man and his black, gay lover. Trust me, you'd love it.
Buddy Roman: Mr. Price, I would-
Jayson Price: Like to give me ample time to say what I have to say, rather than interrupt me like a douchebag? Why thank you Buddy Roman! You're a real class act, I don't care what the fans say about you. Or what the rest of the roster has to say about you. Or even what Jerry The Cameraman down there in the ring has said about you. Hey Jerry!
Price waves to the cameraman in the ring. Orbit is fuming and Roman has to put a hand on his chest to keep him back.
Jayson Price: Now then, since Buddy has given me the floor to say my piece, Steve I just happened to be passing by a monitor in the back when I heard your little friend there announce that you're planning on sitting out the PPV. Something about no one but Zombie McMorris or ICE Beckman being able to give you a run for your money. Now I've had a few drinks already tonight but I'm still pretty sure I heard you correctly. Am I right?
Buddy Roman: That's correct. There is no one-
Jayson Price: No one? Are you telling me that in all of WCF there isn't one man that can give Steve there a run for his money?
Buddy Roman: Not one.
Orbit nods his head as Price runs his free hand through his beard.
Jayson Price: Not one, huh. What about Jonny Fly?
The crowd pops at the mention of Fly.
Jayson Price: Yeah, I'm pretty sure Fly would jump at the chance to put you down just like he used to back in the day. And judging by that crowd reaction these people would just love to see you as a Flyjobber again.
More pops from the crowd. Roman has to hold Orbit back from the ropes as Price waves to him.
Jayson Price: Or what about Jeff Purse?
Jayson Price: Corey Black?
Jayson Price: Hell, we just brought in Daniel Booker but I bet he'd just love to prove himself a better Pantheon member than Orbit by beating his ass all over the ring.
Buddy Roman: No! Mr. Price, Steve Orbit has already decided that he is going to take a well deserved night off and relax at his Oakland home. You're achieving nothing by-
Jayson Price: I'm sorry, but I'm acheiving nothing? That's news to me because judging by Orbit's reaction, I've acheived exactly what I was hoping.
Buddy Roman: Is there a point to all of this? Because right now you're-
Jayson Price: My point? My point is that there are plenty of people in the back that could give Orbit there a run for his money. But there's only one that can give him a run for his money and then put him down like the bitch that he is.
Buddy Roman: Oh really? And who might that be?
Jayson Price: The same person that took him to the absolute limit at Blast. The same person that would be standing in front of you as the WCF World Champion if it weren't for a ten count.
The crowd is buzzing as Orbit is shaking his head no.
Jayson Price: Oh I see it's finally clicked Steve. You and Roman say that there isn't anyone that can take you to the limit? I say I can do that and a whole lot more.
Buddy Roman: Mr. Price, I-
Jayson Price: No, I've heard all I need to hear from you. Orbit, you and I have some unfinished business that needs to be finished. I'm sure you were hoping I'd just move on after Blast and Ultimate Showdown, but I haven't. No, you and I both know that the only reason I didn't walk out of Blast as the World Champion is because the bell saved your ass. Take the ten count of the equation and I had you ready for a Pricebuster and a three count. Instead the referee saved you from a loss and the WCF Universe was forced to watch you gloat like you had actually won the match. You still feel good about that Steve? You still proud of that cheap victory?
Buddy starts to respond on behalf of Orbit, but Steve rips the microphone out of his hands.
Steve Orbit: Hell yeah I feel good about it. You talkin' about this and that, woulda, coula, but the fact is you couldn't beat me then, Price. And you damn sure can't beat me now.
Price begins to walk towards the ring.
Jayson Price: Sounds like we have a score to settle, Orbit. You don't have a match for Revenge? Neither do I. I'm out here to challenge you, both titles on the line. Hardcore versus Internet. Now are you going to accept, or are you just going to hide behind Buddy Roman like a bitch?
Steve Orbit: Hell n--
Buddy pulls Orbit away from the mic, speaking into his ear. Orbit and Roman have a quick, silent conversation. Orbit returns to the mic.
Steve Orbit: I ain't gettin' outta bed for you, Price. What's this all about, anyway. Pantheon send you out here? You drew the short straw? You the one who gotta go try and prove somethin' against the ex-Pantheon mother fucker? Too bad. It ain't happenin'-- not at Revenge. This Pantheon versus Vapor Kings shit, it'll go down when I say it goes down. On my terms. Y'all don't get to boss me around no more!
Orbit huffs and puffs. Price grins.
Jayson Price: Steve, you and I both know that our issues with each other have nothing to do with Pantheon or the Vapor Kings. We haven't seen eye to eye for months, we've been at each other's throats-- let's just finish it, at Revenge. Unless... you're scared.
The crowd "ooooh"s. Orbit paces around the ring, furious. Buddy tries to calm him.
Jayson Price: I mean, if you're that afraid of the unholy ass whipping I'm going to lay upon you, just say so. We can end it now. Just admit that I've always been better than you--
Orbit grabs the mic. Buddy Roman holds his forehead, obviously upset because Price is getting to Orbit.
Steve Orbit: Enough! Enough, Price. You want a match at Revenge? I'm in. But I ain't puttin' the Hardcore title on the line. Besides, you ain't the number one contender. You don't deserve to face me in another title match.
Jayson Price: Yeah, yeah-- you're scared, that's all I'm hearing.
Steve Orbit: Why don't you bring your ass in the ring and we'll see who's scared right now?
Orbit paces back and forth, his eyes locked on Price. Buddy retreats to the corner. Price heads to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. He stands a few feet away from Orbit, facing him.
Steve Orbit: Tell you what. Name it, Price. Your call. Any type of match you want, but I ain't puttin' my title up.
Price runs his fingers through his beard as he backs up and leans against the ropes.
Jayson Price: Any type of match I want, huh? Well since you want to bitch out...
Orbit steps forward, looking ready to rip off Price's head, but Roman places a hand on his chest and whispers something in his ear that keeps him at bay.
Jayson Price: ...and not put the Hardcore Title on the line like a real champion would, I'm going to give these people the next best thing. I'm going to make you prove that you are as good a Hardcore Champion as you and your little yes man claim you are.
Buddy Roman: And how do you plan to do that Mr. Price? Are you going to challenge Steve Orbit to a No Disqualifications Match? Or maybe a Tables Match? Please, tell me that it's going to be a tables match. Because I know that there is nothing Steve Orbit would love more than to shut your big mouth by driving you through a table.
Jayson Price: Oh, there's going to be tables in the match, but that isn't all.
Buddy Roman: A Ladder Match? Tables, Ladders and Chairs? Last Man Standing? Any match you can dream up in that drunken mind of yours, Steve Orbit will beat you in it. So please, Mr. Price, share with all of us.
Jayson Price: Tables, Ladders and Chairs? Last Man Standing? All fine choices, Roman. But no, I do believe that we can do so much better. So very, very much better. Ladies and Gentlemen, at Revenge you are going to get Steve Orbit versus Jayson Price...The Sequel...
Price smiles as he takes a few steps forward until he's eye to eye with Orbit, with only Roman's body separating them.
Jayson Price: In a Clockwork Orange House Of Fun Match.
The crowd explodes with cheers as the smirk from Roman's face is erased and replaced with one of concern. Orbit's nodding his head in approval as Roman tries to back him off.
Jayson Price: There it is champ, laid out on the table right in front of you. Clockwork Orange House Of Fun Match. The most brutal match in all of WCF. So tell me, Steve, are we going to do this?
Orbit consults with Buddy Roman for a few moments, and then steps forward, holding the mic.
Steve Orbit: Oh yeah, we gonna do this. Clockwork Orange House of Fun, you wanna go that route? It don't matter to me. I'm in.
The two men engage in a staredown...
Jayson Price: Guess I'll see you at Revenge.
Orbit nods, neither man breaking eye contact. Roman pulls Orbit away from Price, talking him down as Price grins. Cut to commercial.
Zach Davis: Another edition of Slam underway, and tonight's opener promises to be very entertaining! In what some are calling the Sci-Fi Special part two --
Erin Robbins: Who's calling it that?
Zach Davis: What's wrong with it? Hank said it sounded good...
Erin Robbins: Right, so... just you, then. And don't go to Hank for advice -- he's had more concussions than everyone on the current roster combined!
Zach Davis: Anyway -- The Southern Rogue takes on, once again, our very own representative of the Borg Collective, Lone Borg Drone. And just to make things a little more interesting, we threw in ...Cain!
Erin Robbins: Who?
Zach Davis: We'll find out in just a few moments, Erin...
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred forty-five pounds, hailing from Griffen, Georgia.... DOC HENRY!!!
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
True pain and suffering he brought to them all
Away ran the children to hide in their beds,
for fear that the devil would chop off their heads
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at two-hundred sixty-five pounds.... CAIN!!!
Erin Robbins: Look at those eyes, Zach! That is absolutely terrifying!
Zach Davis: What the hell is he, a Daxamite?
Erin Robbins: Of course not. You know how xenophobic those people are... Unlike the Borg.
Starship Edelweiss' "We Are the Borg" hits the speakers, to a moderate pop from the crowd. The Assimilated Human -- aka Lone Borg Drone -- and his Klingon companion step onto the stage, staring at the thousands of un-assimilated humans in attendance.
Kyle Steel: And the final competitor, from the Delta Quadrant, weighing in at two-hundred eighty-eight pounds.... LONE BORG DRONE!!!
Together, the pair make their way to the ring. The Assimilated Klingon holds the ropes open, her eyes locked onto the other two competitors, as the Assimilated Human climbs in.
Zach Davis: He's going to have to stop calling himself "Lone" Borg Drone, now that he's got a valet.
Erin Robbins: I can't stand her. She's a dirty whore.
Zach Davis: Erin, you wear jealousy like Miss Havisham wears her wedding dress. Literary reference -- boom!
The bell rings, and all three competitors set to brawling right away. Doc gets the upper hand with a low blow nobody actually sees. While Cain is doubled over, Doc looks to drop him on his head, but LBD spins Doc around to face him. Henry levels a punch; LBD catches it with one cybernetically-enhanced hand and grabs Doc by the throat with the other. Neither of them sees Cain charging.
Erin Robbins: SPEAR! Out of nowhere, Cain just took Doc and LBD to the mat with a spear!
Zach Davis: And the Borg is up first.. it looks like he has not forgiven Doc Henry for the crushing humiliation the New Confederacy served up two weeks ago. He pulls Henry up by the hair...
LBD tries to set Doc up for a back drop, but Henry powers out of it with a series of elbows to the Borg's head. Tired of being left out, Cain reaches out and turns Doc to face him. Henry ducks, and the punch meant for him nearly takes off the Assimilated Human's head!
Erin Robbins: Whoa! Someone's gonna need a reboot!
LBD staggers, hits the ropes, and sags against them. Doc grabs a surprised Cain by the hand and Irish whips him into the ropes -- which sends the Borg to the outside. Still at ringside, Mary Henry stalks the dazed Drone; but the Assimilated Klingon is at his side in an instant. She bares her teeth and hisses; Doc's wife raises her hands and backs away, smiling slightly.
Meanwhile... Cain's rebound brings him right back to Doc, who drops him with a lariat and goes for a cover. Cain kicks out before a count can begin. He sneers at Doc, who grins in return while LBD is helped back into the ring by his...companion. We see the stirrings of vestigial emotion as the Drone charges for Cain this time. A big boot puts the bigger man on notice; he turns away from Doc and sets his sites on the Borg.
Zach Davis: Another big punch from Cain -- but no! LBD catches that massive fist and swings one of his own at the newcomer! Hip toss from LBD!
Erin Robbins: And now Doc shoves the Drone out of the way to lay boots to the downed Cain. But LBD isn't having any of that!
The Borg rams a shoulder into Doc, who staggers backward, looking surprised at the sudden aggression. Then, with a nod, Doc gestures at Cain, indicating that he won't interfere again. While Cain gets back to his feet, Doc leans against the turnbuckle, watching. LBD goes to set Cain up for a slam, but Cain puts a stop to that idea by landing a big fist on top of the Borg's head. He lifts LBD with ease, and drops him with a DDT.
Zach Davis: And Cain covers...
Erin Robbins: Kickout by Lone Borg Drone! He's more machine than man -- Cain better remember that!
But Cain isn't done giving the Borg some technical difficulties. He drops LBD with a sidewalk slam and immediately goes for the nearest turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Cain going high risk...
Cain launches himself from the top turnbuckle. As he does so, the Assimilated Klingon slips under the ropes and pulls LBD out of the way.
Erin Robbins: ...and nobody home! That Angel has Fallen, Zach.
At this point, Doc Henry wades back into the fray, savagely curb stomping Cain. Then, with some difficulty, the Southern Rogue pulls cain to his feet, positions him just so, and...
Zach Davis: Pedigree! Pedigree from Doc Henry! Here comes the...wait... Doc's going to the turnbuckle again...
Henry hoists himself onto the middle 'buckle and waits. Slowly, Cain starts to rise. Just as he's almost to his feet, Doc comes off the turnbuckle with a diving spear and takes him to the mat again. Instead of going for the cover, Henry takes to the corner one more time, signalling for the All-In... But just as he's about to leap off, LBD gives the ropes a shake, dropping Henry crotch-first on the turnbuckle.
Erin Robbins: And there's a move worthy of Doc Henry himself! Looks like the Drone is in control now...
Cain looks almost dead on the mat as LBD paces a wide circle around him. Then, without warning, he sits straight up -- Undertaker-style -- wide-eyed, and staring. On his feet in an instant, all his attention is on the Borg... who wisely slips out of the ring, pointing at Doc Henry -- who has just tumbled from the top rope to the mat.
Cain seems to turn this over in his mind for all of about a second. Then he strides across the ring, slaps Doc across the face, and backs off again. Henry glares; Cain motions for him to bring it. Unable to resist the challenge, the Southern Rogue takes a run at Cain -- and is met with a superkick for his efforts.
Zach Davis: And Doc Henry gets a taste of Cain's boot!
LBD runs at Cain but gets a Superkick as well! Cain capitalizes with a powerbomb, followed by another. And then, as he lifts Drone up for a third, he transitions into a facebuster instead!
Erin Robbins: Mark of Cain! This is over! Cain with the cover!
Zach Davis: Cain has done it! Cain wins his debut match by putting the Lone Borg Drone away!
In the middle of the ring, Cain is joined by Eva and Thana, and the three of them celebrate the victory as the other competitors and their respective valets retreat back up the ramp.
Erin Robbins: This marks the start of a promising career, Zach...
We cut backstage where Biohazard and Tyler Walker are attacking Anthony Douglas!
Zach Davis: What the hell!?
Both men have Douglas down and they're stomping at him repeatedly.
Biohazard: Why me no has main event!?
Tyler Walker: YEAH! Me and my boy Biohizzle have never been World Champion, why do you get in and we don't!?
Biohazard: I CAN HAZ WORLD TITLE!?
Tyler Walker: This is for WCF!
Zach Davis: Someone needs to stop this! There is no reason for that.
Erin Robbins: He said he has declared war on the WCF. These are the fruits of his actions.
Zach Davis: You may not like the guy, and I really don't, but this is uncalled for.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is this now?
Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Jayson Price rush in. They start attacking BioWalker until the numbers are even. Officials rush in to separate everyone, but fail. Douglas, now free, stands up and jumps into the melee. Pandemonium has broken loose.
Pantheon pushes BioWalker away, kicking at them as they leave. Black walks backwards and bumps into Douglas. They turn and face each other.
Corey Black: You going to do something?
Douglas looks at Black and his two partners, smiles and turns to walk away as if nothing happened.
Erin Robbins: That was odd.
Zach Davis: Something between Pantheon and Douglas? A new member, maybe?
Erin Robbins: No. Pantheon would never accept someone as pathetic as Anthony Douglas.
We come back from commercial to find Lucas Felix already at ringside, pacing back and forth in front of the announce team.
Zach Davis: Welcome back, folks. It's now time for some of the fresh new talent in WCF to make their mark, as we get set to watch the debuts of Lucas Felix, Justin Cash, and Ace Alpha in action against the returning Malachi Wanderlust. You have to wonder if Wanderlust's experience will overcome these young bucks.
Erin Robbins: Personally, my money's on Ace Alpha. He already made quite a statement in the WCF last week, when he and Colin Marshall attacked Anthony Douglas after the main event.
Zach Davis: A despicable act, if you ask me. I think this war Anthony Douglas has declared has gotten a little out of hand.
Erin Robbins: Well, maybe he shouldn't have bitten off more than he could chew.
The lights in the arena go black; the only illumination come from the words "It's Time" written in neon green on the 'Tron. "Criminal" by Disturbed starts to play, the entrance lights up green, and out walks Justin Cash with his back to the crowd. After a few moments, green fireworks explode, revealing a dollar sign.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts. Weighin in at two hundred thirty-five pounds... JUUUSTIIIN CAAAASH!
The lights turn back on, and Justin spins around; throwing both hands to the sky before he then saunters to the ring. As he is walks down the ramp, he bad mouths the fans on either side of him. Cash climbs into the ring and walks to a corner post, climbs it, and raises both middle fingers to the crowd.
Zach Davis: Justin Cash does not seem to be endearing himself to the fans here in Philadelphia.
Erin Robbins: He's just smart enough to realize that the crowd doesn't matter.
Zach Davis: I disagree, Erin. The support of the fans can have a huge impact on a wrestler's career.
Erin Robbins: You're entitled to your opinion, no matter how wrong it is.
The lights dim, accompanied by purple lighting, as The British Invasion blasts over the PA system. Soon purple sparks ignite around the 'Tron 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, hailing from The British Empire. Weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds, he is the Alpha Male… ACE AAALPHAAA!
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 takes off his sunglasses and trench coat handing them off and stretches using the ring ropes before the bell.
Zach Davis: The Alpha Male also seems disinterested in gaining fan support here in the WCF.
Erin Robbins: He doesn't need the fans; he's got incredible talent, a skilled tag team partner in Colin Marshall, and soon enough, he'll have a nice, fat paycheck from Jay Omega, for laying the boots to Anthony Douglas as Slam was ending!
Zach Davis: You seemed mighty impressed by Anthony's attack. Or so it seemed, from your comments during his in-ring promotional work last week.
Erin Robbins: ... I may have been more than a little drunk. If you're watching this, Jay; I'm sorry. Please don't stop sending me money.
As "Broken, Beaten & Scarred" by Metallica begins to play, Malachi Wanderlust appears from the backstage area dressed in his typical ring attire of casual-fit blue-jeans and work-boots. One black elbow pad adorns his right arm, his wrists are taped in black, but also bound in the confines of silver hand-cuffs. He casually makes his way to the center of the entrance stage with a face turned down and staring at the ground, solemnly confident. Once center, Malachi kneels down into a prayer posture and bows his head for a moment. Upon lifting his face to the heavens, a pyrotechnic bolt of lightning shoots down to the stage and at the same time, Malachi lifts his arms and wrists above his head, snapping the chain between hand-cuffs.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown. Weighing in at two hundred ninety-five pounds, known as "Murderer's Row"... MALAAACHIII WAAANDERLUUUST!
Energized and free from his shackles once more, Malachi proudly walks toward the ring, slapping hands with any individual brave enough to come near the behemoth. Once he reaches the ring apron, one swift jump upward onto the apron is quickly accompanied, followed by another over the top rope, evidencing the powerful thrust behind Malachi's tree-like legs. Once inside of the ring, Wanderlust looks a bit misplaced and unsure, then starts lipping off to Ace Alpha. After a few words he turns, and poses; flexing his hulking muscles for the enjoyment of the crowd.
Zach Davis: Malachi Wanderlust letting Ace Alpha know how he feels about the Alpha Male's actions after the main event last week, and it apparently isn't a high opinion.
Erin Robbins: Who cares? Ace and Colin didn't do it to make any friends; they did it to make money. And a LOT of it!
Zach Davis: I'll remind you that Anthony Douglas is scheduled for competition later tonight, therefore Marshall and Alpha didn't fulfill the contract.
Erin Robbins: Whatever. I'm sure Omega will be reasonable.
(DING DING DING!)
Right off the bell, Wanderlust charges at Alpha, and knocks him to the mat with a shoulder block. Justin Cash and Lucas Felix tie up, with Cash quickly getting the better end of the situation when he shoves Felix back into a corner. Alpha climbs to his feet, and Malachi Irish whips him into the same corner Lucas occupies, then follows him in, and nails a body avalanche on both men, crushing Felix against the turnbuckles. No sooner does Wanderlust step back out of the corner, than Cash comes in full-tilt with a running big boot that drives Ace's head back into Lucas' face. Alpha falls to one knee, clutching the middle rope with one hand, and Malachi takes hold of his head. Justin stops Wanderlust's attempted offense with a chop block, then stomps on the knee of the larger man. Ace shakes out the cobwebs as he rises to his feet, and throws a back elbow at Felix that leaves him slumped in the corner.
Zach Davis: Ace Alpha and Justin Cash now laying the boots to Malachi Wanderlust. Smart strategy to keep the bigger man off his feet.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, all the muscle in the world won't help you if you can't stand up.
Alpha suddenly spins, and levels Cash with a discus clothesline, then lands a jumping knee drop across the forehead. Lucas gets a surge of adrenalin, and comes out of the corner, just as Wanderlust sits up; tripping the unfortunate Felix as he tries to hop over him. Lucas' knee connects with the side of Malachi's head, and both men sprawl back to the mat; Felix's face colliding with the canvas.
Ace stands up and throws his arms out wide, inviting the crowd to bask in his presence. Behind him, an enraged Justin Cash climbs to his feet in a crouch, poised to spring. Alpha turns around, and Cash jumps up and grabs Ace's head.
Zach Davis: Cash Drop! Justin Cash makes the cover!
(DING DING DING!)
Erin Robbins: My second favorite kind of match; a quick one.
Zach Davis: Second favorite? Do I want to know the first kind?
Erin Robbins: Extremely violent.
Zach Davis: What a shocker.
Cash pulls his hand away from the ref, and raises his own arms, before he flips off his opponents, and leaves the ring.
Backstage at the Wachovia Center; Johnny Reb has just arrived, striding down the hallway with purpose, duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He rounds a corner -- and damn near runs right into Hank Brown.
Johnny Reb: Damnit, Hank! What the hell ya doin', ambushin' people like that?
Hank Brown: Sorry, Johnny. I wanted to get a couple of words about what happened last week. Why did you attack Oblivion again?
Hank sticks his microphone in Johnny's face, eliciting a dirty look.
Johnny Reb: Let's get one thing straight -- I didn't do it. Neither did Doc, far as I know.
Hank Brown: But you and Oblivion have reignited a long simmering history of antagonism. When you returned, you waged a secretive campaign against the God of Insanity until he found you out. Why should we believe that it's not you?
The Inveterate Confederate rolls his eyes and snatches the mic from Hank's hand.
Johnny Reb: All right, listen. Am I sorry that Oblivion got bashed in the head last week? Fuck no. Does that mean I did it?
He pauses, looking straight at Hank, who just shrugs.
Johnny Reb: No. I was patient. I coulda waited. While, yes, I am on a mission to negate Oblivion's influence on future events by whatever means necessary... the fact is, he also has what I've been after since I come back to WCF. Couldn'ta worked out better if'n I'd planned it. Yeah, Oblivion, I still want your head on a platter... but takin' them tag titles right along with it is gonna make it all the sweeter. So let me ask you... why would I jeopardize what would have been a perfectly clean vict'ry?
The evidence against me is circumstantial, at best. A playin' card? Really? What am I, the Joker? Honestly, when I know I have a guaranteed tag title match comin' up, why in the hell would I go after Oblivion now? This doesn't just put the titles on the line anymore -- it puts my reputation on the line. I want it clean when me an' Oblivion clash. That way can't nobody say things woulda been diff'rent IF...
Johnny trails off as another figure lumbers into view -- Oblivion, already in his referee shirt. Silent, menacing, he takes a single deliberate step forward so that the two are only inches apart. The Inveterate One stands his ground, craning his neck to glare up at the God of Insanity; who stares down at Reb, his expression full of malice. The air around them crackles with tension.
Abruptly, Oblivion begins to laugh; a cold, harsh sound that echoes through the corridors of the Wachovia Center; a sound that gives Johnny a shudder even as he refuses to back down. And then, just as abruptly, the chilling laughter stops. Oblivion's lip curls into a sneer, his eyes locked on Reb's. Cautiously, Hank retrieves his mic and edges around the two men as they continue to stare each other down.
Hank Brown: Right. Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. Johnny Reb claims he had nothing to do with the attack on Oblivion last Sunday night. Clearly, Oblivion has a different opinion. Um.. back to you Zach and Erin!
A camera catches up with Jay Omega backstage again, a briefcase hanging from his right hand, just as he knocks on an unmarked dressing room door. Not waiting for a response, Omega opens the door and walks in, to find Colin Marshall and Ace Alpha mid-conversation. The two fall silent as the camera enters the room, and look at Jay expectantly.
Colin Marshall: Well, well. If it isn't the man of the hour. You got our money?
Omega smiles broadly, and hefts the briefcase in his hand.
Jay Omega: Right here. Now, since ol' Tony's still walkin' around, you do know you're not entitled to the full amount, right?
Neither Ace nor Marshall seems pleased by the question, and glance at each other. Jay quickly makes a pacifying gesture with his free hand.
Jay Omega: Don't worry, guys. I firmly believe that effort should be rewarded, and you two certainly made a good effort. So, I'd like to present you with fifty grand each, as payment for services rendered.
Omega lays the briefcase across his forearms, then unclasps the catches on the front. The lid slowly rises of its own accord, but Marshall and Alpha's eager expressions quickly change to confused, then angry as the both look back to Jay simultaneously. Confused, Omega looks down into the briefcase, and the camera comes around the side to reveal a pair of Philadelphia telephone directories sitting in the case.
Jay Omega: Whoops! I, uh... I was supposed to open it the other way, heh heh.
Ace Alpha: You think you're funny?
Colin Marshall: Nobody screws us over.
Jay drops the briefcase with a clatter, then holds up both hands as a few bills flutter through the air to join the briefcase on the floor.
Jay Omega: Hey, can't blame a guy for trying, can ya? Relax, you'll get your money. For real, this time.
Omega reaches into a pocket inside his flannel vest, and pulls out a fountain pen and a checkbook. The watermark identifies the institution as the Global Bank of Commerce, Ltd., but is barely in view for more than a moment, as Jay scrawls a number and signature on the paper, then tears it off, and hands it to Colin. A second one quickly follows, and finds its way to Ace's hands.
Jay Omega: There, see? Now everybody's happy. Except Douglas, but nobody in this room gives a shit about how he feels, am I right?
Marshall tilts his head in concession, Alpha shrugs indifferently. Jay waves a dismissive hand, then turns toward the door. He pauses in the act of pulling the door open, and turns back to Colin and Ace.
Jay Omega: Now, don't spend it all in one place, guys. But if you do... well, I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement on how you can make a little extra cheddar in the future. Nice working with ya.
Omega leaves the room, pulling the door shut behind him, and the camera turns back to Ace and Marshall. The shot fades out on the two of them looking at their checks, wondering what to buy first.
Kyle Steel: The following is a No Disqualifications Match!
The lights in the arena go dark as "In The End" by Linkin Park starts to play. Once the song hits the drum beat explosions shoot out of the stage. Tights 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.
Kyle Steel: From Bellingham, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and ninety pounds..."THE BOUNCER" DAVE MANNING!
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 as Brianna takes the stairs, he sits on the rope to let her into the ring, once in he climbs through the ropes. 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 walks to the center of the ring, staring down the stage as he waits for his opponent.
Zach Davis: You ever wonder why he's called The Bouncer? Like, maybe he has a really interesting backstory that involves his parents dying in a horrible superball accident?
Erin Robbins: I'm pretty sure it's because he used to be a bouncer. You know, like at a nightclub.
Zach Davis: You mean he's not a DC Superhero?
Erin Robbins: No, Zach, he's not.
Zach Davis: DC Villain?
Erin Robbins: Again, Zach, no.
Zach Davis: Drats. I thought for sure with a name like "The Bouncer" he was a DC character. Now how am I going to get my frisbee off the roof?!
"TNT" by AC/DC hits and Shawn Scholes walks out from the back and down the ramp to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From Pensacola, Florida...SHAWN SCHOLES!
He climbs into the ring and waits for the match to start.
Erin Robbins: Apparently Mr. Scholes isn't a big fan of bells and whistles when it comes to his entrance.
Zach Davis: Takes me right back to the good old days of Mikami! Plus I bet Seth is loving the fact that he can finally save on pyrotechnics.
Erin Robbins: He really is a cheap bastard, isn't he?
Zach Davis: Well he's been wearing the same JCP All-Stars band shirt since 2001, so you tell me.
Kyle Steel exits the ring as Senior Referee Zip Wingdinger signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: And here we go with the action!
Referee Zip is quick to get out of the way as Scholes and Manning both come charging out of their corners and meet up in the center of the ring with a tie-up. They wrestle a bit for control with neither man really getting the better of the other. Manning finally gets the advantage and whips Scholes into the ropes. Scholes hits them, comes back and ducks a massive clothesline from The Bouncer. Shawn now hitting the ropes behind Manning, Manning turns around and Scholes hits him with a running shoulder block. Manning stumbles back a step but remains upright as Scholes looks a bit surprised.
Erin Robbins: Shawn Scholes is by no means a small man at 6'3 and I'll say somewhere between 270 and 280, but that's a whole lot of Bouncer he's trying to drop with a shoulder block.
Zach Davis: He's like a hairy mountain.
Scholes runs and hits the ropes before coming back with another shoulder block. Again Manning stumbles but remains up on his feet. Scholes hits the ropes a third but as he comes back Manning charges him and hits him with a shoulder block of his own. Shawn bounces off of him and then off the ropes, right into Manning's arms. The Bouncer lifts him up and then drops him with a scoop slam.
Erin Robbins: What force behind that slam!
Zach Davis: It's as if he was trying to bounce him off the mat.
Erin Robbins: Will you be making jokes like that the whole match?
Zach Davis: I make no promises!
Manning now grabbing Scholes by the hair and pulling him up, drawing a warning from the referee. Scholes responds with a right hand to the jaw before following it up with an uppercut under the chin. Shawn grabs Manning by the arm and sends him into the corner. Manning hits the corner back first and is immediately met with a clothesline. Scholes now scaling the corner before laying into Manning with a right hand. Then a second. The crowd counts along as Scholes gets to ten and keeps on going.
Zach Davis: How long is this going to last?
Erin Robbins: As long as Shawn Scholes wants. It's no disqualifications!
Were up to 25 before Scholes finally hops down to the mat and lets Manning face plant. Shawn drags him away from the ropes and hooks the leg for the pin.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT!
Manning gets the shoulder up at one and a half and Scholes gets up to his feet as Manning sits up. Scholes pulls him up the rest of the way and then leads him over to the ropes before pushing him up to the ground. The referee tries to keep the action in the ring but Scholes is hearing none of it as he exits the ring. Manning tries to get up on his own before Shawn catches him with a forearm to the back of the head. Now he grabs Manning by the head and leads him toward the announce table.
Erin Robbins: I think our table is about to get redecorated!
Zach and Erin get up from their seats but Shawn pulls Manning past them and toward the rarely mentioned Italian Announce table.
Zach Davis: How long has that been there?
The Italian announcers scurry as Scholes tries to bounce Manning's face off the table. Manning blocks it and hits Scholes with an elbow to the gut before slamming him face first into the table. Manning does it a second and third time before rolling Scholes up on top.
Erin Robbins: Is that table even going to hold all that weight?
Manning climbs up onto the table and pulls Scholes up to his feet before pulling him in for a suplex. Manning tries to lift him up but Scholes blocks it. Manning tries it a second time and Scholes blocks it before going for a suplex of his own. Scholes gets him up and hits the suplex, breaking the table. The crowd lets out a deafening "DUB-SEE-EFF" chant as replays are shown.
Zach Davis: Listen to this place!
The referee exits the ring and approaches the wreckage to check on the wrestlers. Suddenly the cheers turn to murmuring as the cameras pick up Jayson Price walking down the ramp and approaching the announce table. Price takes a look at the carnage before he points to Zach and tells him to hit the bricks. Price then takes a seat behind the table and puts on a headset. We can hear Davis in the background throwing a temper tantrum until Price picks up a can of 7-Up and throws it at his head. Zach scurries off as the camera goes back to the wreckage where Scholes and Manning are starting to stir.
Erin Robbins: Jayson Price. I wish I could say I was happy to see you out here.
Jayson Price: And....you! Who are you again?
Erin Robbins: Erin Robbins. I've been here for some time now, I replaced Shannan as an announcer.
Jayson Price: Care to replace her in my bed?
Erin Robbins: Not with a million condoms. But what are you even doing out here?
Jayson Price: Well as an Internet Champion without a real challenger...
Erin Robbins: Isn't Mech-Ana the number one contender?
Jayson Price: Like I said, without a real challenger, I'm scouting all the newcomers that Seth Lerch is probably going to be throwing at me. It's what real champions do.
Erin Robbins: I call bullcrap. You're drunk and couldn't find the bathroom.
Jayson Price: Prove it and I'll give you a key to the front door of Price Tower.
Erin Robbins: I'm good.
Scholes is finally the first one to his feet and he pulls Manning up to his feet before leading him toward the ring. Scholes pushes Manning in under the bottom rope before sliding in and hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: KICKOUT!
Scholes hooks the leg a second time.
Erin Robbins: KICKOUT!
Scholes rolls over on top of Manning and starts to hammer away at his face with right hands. Scholes now up to his feet and he jumps up, looking to hit a knee to the face. Manning rolls to the side and Scholes connects with the mat. Manning now getting up to his feet as Scholes holds onto his knee. Manning with a kick to the chest before hitting a leg drop across the bad leg. Manning now trying for a pin attempt.
Erin Robbins: KICKOUT!
Manning back up to his feet before he heads for the ropes and exits the ring. Manning now going under the ring before pulling out a chair and sliding it into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Oh no! This could be the end for Shawn Scholes!
Manning gets back into the ring but doesn't pick it up. He pulls Scholes in...
Zach Davis: JACKNIFE POWERBOMB ONTO THE CHAIR!
The Bouncer pins Scholes, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: Dave Manning wins it!
Manning's music hits as he stands up, getting his arm raised high into the air.
Natural ICE Beckman is seen walking the halls in the back of the Wachovia Center. He stops and rubs his chin with a smile as the crowd pops when a huge man, The Ultimate Destroyer, appears on the screen. The giant of a man is lifting a few dumb bells as he looks over at ICE with a glare.
ICE: Wow, impressive. Ever think about hurting people for money?
The Ultimate Destroyer: Already do that.
ICE: Yes, but a body guard at a high class nightclub earns must more than a WCF Wrestler.
The Ultimate Destroyer: But they follow rules.
ICE: So you wrestle for the fun of hurting people?
The Ultimate Destroyer: For the most part.
ICE: But there is so much more to gain, like the World Title.
The Ultimate Destroyer: Titles. Egos. They’re just a reason for me to hurt people.
ICE: Well then maybe Mr. Ultimate, you are a gun for hire?
The Ultimate Destroyer: Never.
ICE: My kind of opponent then, I think.
The Ultimate Destroyer: You think wrong.
ICE: It’s my World Destroyer, check out the title.
The Ultimate Destroyer: For now...for now.
ICE: We will see I suppose. Hey, you like beer?
The Ultimate Destroyer: Hmmm...
ICE Beckman leaves a can of Natural ICE Beer down next to The Ultimate Destroyer and then walks away.
Zach Davis: Seems like ICE isn’t making any friends tonight.
Erin Robbins: Considering that title over his shoulder, he doesn’t need any!!
We cut backstage, to find Jay Omega walking down one of the many identical hallways, making his way toward the camera. Every few paces, Omega throws a glance over his shoulder, as though expecting someone to appear behind him at any moment. Which, in fact, he is. Roughly two thirds of the way to the camera, Jay stops, backtracks two steps, then turns to look at the door to his right. A knowing smile spreads across his face, and he quickly slips the nameplate off the door, and into his vest before the camera catches sight of the name itself. Omega's hand comes back out, holding his own nameplate, which he slips into the cleared space. Jay turns back to the camera with a wink, then continues on his way, whistling "Dixie" as he passes the camera.
The arena lights dim, and the 'Tron shows a dark, empty field in the midst of a rainstorm. "Become the Storm" begins to play, the gentle intro blending with the images and sounds of rain and thunder.::
Kyle Steel: Introducing first/And his opponent...
Zach Davis: What did Kyle just say?
Erin Robbins: I think he's drunk, Zach. Plus, he'll read whatever the teleprompter says.
Zach Davis: ....What teleprompter?
Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, and Jay Omega is standing at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd.
Kyle Steel: "From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, he stands six feet, one inch tall, and weighs in at two hundred twenty six pounds... JAY OMEGA!
Paying little to no attention to the mass of screaming fans, Omega makes his way down the ramp. Once at ringside, the Omega Man walks around the right side of the ring, and hops up onto the apron, then turns to face the crowd. He scans the crowd from right to left, then raises both arms above his head, index and pinky fingers extended. Jay makes a quarter turn to the right, and hops over the top rope, then climbs to the second turnbuckle of the left corner furthest from the entryway. He raises his right fist into the air and poses for a few moments, causing the arena to be lit up in a strobe effect, from a multitude of camera flashes, before leaping off the turnbuckle with a backflip. He poses in the center of the ring for a moment, with his right arm raised, index and pinky fingers extended, then moves to his designated corner.
"Get Got" by Death Grips plays over the stadiums sound system. Michael Easton steps out from behind the curtain and quickly walks down the entrance ramp, his eyes set on the ring.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring, weighing in from Albany, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...MICHAEL EASTON!
The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge there comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.
I'm Back plays and the Diaz Brothers appear out of nowhere in the ring.
Zach Davis: Omega and Easton really, really don't want to be teaming with one another; the Diaz family can use that to their advantage.
Erin Robbins: Diaz family? Shush, Zach, two of them is enough.
Omega starts the match for his team, Jey for his. Omega runs at him and Clotheslines him down. Jey gets back up and begs off. Before Omega can attack him, Jey grabs a mic from Kyle.
Jey Diaz: Hey, Jay Omega, wait! I have something to tell you!
Omega is curious, he lets Jey speak.
Jey Diaz: Before the match, I was talking to Easton backstage and he said YOU'RE STUPID!
Omega turns to Easton, yelling "You said what!?" in mock surprise. Easton simply shakes his head. Diaz uses this distraction to run at Omega, but Omega was, of course, expecting it. Omega sidesteps him and hits him with various martial arts kicks before dropping him with a Running STO!
Zach Davis: The Diaz' tactics didn't pay off this time.
Omega walks over and tags in Easton, telling him to show him what he's got. Easton gets in and lifts up Jey, hitting him with several forearms before following up with a Snap Suplex. He then backs up, measuring Diaz.
Jorge Diaz: Wait, Easton, wait!
Jorge has a mic now. Easton looks towards him.
Jorge Diaz: Before the match started, I was talking to Jay Omega and he said you smell... LIKE POOP!
Easton turns to Omega in the corner, saying "LIKE POOP!?" Omega and Easton then begin to "argue" about it. This lets Jey roll away and tag in Jorge.
Erin Robbins: Omega and Easton are humoring the Diaz's here, I don't think they're going to let themselves be tricked, though.
Jorge runs at Easton but Easton turns and catches him with a Dropkick. Jorge gets back up and Easton drops him with a Gutwrench Powerbomb into pin!
No!, Jey breaks it up!
Zach Davis: Close but no cigar.
Easton gets back up and tags in Omega. Omega comes in and pulls Diaz in...
Erin Robbins: He hits his own Gutwrench Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: This week on "Who did it better?"
Jey breaks it up again!
Erin Robbins: Come on, ref!
Zach Davis: Omega wants to face Easton, wants to beat him. Seth keeps making them tag together, but they're having a little competition of their own in this match regardless.
While the ref is telling Jey to get out, Jorge hits Omega with a Low Blow! Easton laughs as Omega collapses and Jorge goes for a pin.
No!, Omega kicks out!
Erin Robbins: The Diaz Brothers may've had it there, but no such luck.
Jorge tags Jey into the match. They measure Omega... and hit him with a Double Suplex!
Zach Davis: The Diaz's have some momentum!
Jey pins Omega.
No!, Omega kicks out again!
Erin Robbins: But they can't beat him!
Omega rolls over and tags in Easton. Easton has apparently had enough. He comes in and takes both Diaz's down with a vicious Double Clothesline. Both get back up. He throws Jorge back out of the ring. Jey runs at him but he lifts Jey up...
Zach Davis: Burning Hammer position..
HE HITS THE CAT'S CRADLE! Easton drops and pins Diaz.
Erin Robbins: And there you have it! Easton and Omega pick up the win, despite their trash talking of one another to the Diaz Brothers.
Zach Davis: Oh come on.
Instead of Easton's music hitting... Master of Puppets hits again. Seth Lerch steps out.
Erin Robbins: What does Seth want?
Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: Well, well, well. Congratulations, Easton and Omega. You won.
Easton raises an eyebrow, wondering what Seth is getting at.
Seth Lerch: I thought that after tonight you'd be well on your way towards earning a Tag Team Title shot. I'd already begun thinking of Tag Team names for you. The Omega Men? The East Siders?
Easton and Omega both roll their eyes.
Seth Lerch: But I see you'd rather play little games and compete with one another than actually take advantage of my opportunity I gave you by teaming you together. FINE. Next week, you got it. Easton versus Omega, one on one!
Seth leaves as Easton's music plays now. He and Omega eye each other as we go to commercial.
“Mysterious Pantheon Theme” begins to play over the PA System.
Zach Davis: Pantheon time!
Erin Robbins: How do you know?
Zach Davis: What do you mean? That’s their theme song that just started playing.
Erin Robbins: What theme song?
Zach Davis: Well…I guess I don’t know. It’s a mystery.
Regardless, Jonny Fly, Corey Black, Jayson Price, and…Daniel Booker step out onto the stage. The crowd roars in approval at the sight of the group. It should be noted that Corey Black is wearing a gold crown and a purple cape with “KING OF ALL WRESTLERS” lettering on it. Fly and Price are in their standard ring gear, while Daniel Booker is sporting a wifebeater and blue jeans.
Zach Davis: It looks like Pantheon is coming down to the ring. Maybe they’ll explain just who in the hell Daniel Booker is?
Erin Robbins: Yeah, that’d be nice.
Sure enough, the foursome do begin making their way down the ramp toward ringside. At ringside, each Pantheon member takes to a different corner and elevates themselves into the ring with the help of the steel steps. Inside the ring, Jonny Fly calls for a microphone. Upon receiving one, the Pantheon theme song dies down, and
Jonny Fly: Hello, friends. It’s me. I want to talk to you about something serious. No, it’s not birth control, like in those commercials. Unless Pantheon awesomeness makes get you all hot and bothered, which in that case maybe we should take some time to discuss that. Especially if you’re female and coming over to my house any time in the future.
Fly looks to Corey Black, who shakes his head ‘no.’
Jonny Fly: I guess not. We have more important business to discuss tonight. Each one of us have something that we want to say, including D-Book. I’ll start off by reassuring everyone of one thing, every single person in this ring right now is committed to the continued long-term success of Pantheon. It takes more than Steve Orbit’s defection for us to crack. We’ve been around a long time. Most groups don’t make it three months. We’re approaching three years. We’ve done everything from that fun overthrowing the owner thing, to running the company ourselves, to holding all the titles, to winning every stable war we’ve been a part of, and literally anything else you could use to define success for a group.
Jonny Fly: Our success lies in our people. My original co-founder, Kid Phantasm, won multiple belts and was Wrestler of the Year in 2012 – despite his abbreviated stay in WCF. Jeff Purse won War and the World Title just five months after helping us create this group. Skyler Striker won The Trilogy Cup with Pantheon. Black won the fuckin’ Tag Titles by himself. Price scored the winning pin in this year’s Trios Cup Tournament and fought Steve Orbit to a draw. That’s not all we’ve done by any means, Purse has TV, US, and Hardcore Title reigns. Price has US, TV, Peoples, and Internet Title reigns. Striker had a TV Title. Black and I had a tag-title reign together. I have a never ending list of accomplishments. I could go on…
Jonny Fly: But the point is, Pantheon is Pantheon because the people in this group ARE wrestling gods. You can try to debate that with me, just the same as I can laugh at you, tell you you’re fuckin’ ignorant, and then smack the shit out of you in the ring for the sport of it. That brings me to Daniel Booker. You guys don’t know him yet, but I’ll urge you to take me at my word. Daniel Booker belongs in Pantheon. He’s not someone we need to elevate to our level or standards. Instead, he’s going to elevate us. This is the Pantheon way, ladies and gentlemen. We take in only the best, and Daniel Booker fits in every way imaginable. Wherever the fuck he is, I don’t think Jeff Purse would be upset with me if I said he was mostly an unknown before Pantheon. Today, he’s one of the few Grand Slam Champions. That’s the road that Daniel Booker will travel. You can….BOOK it.
Fly brings the microphone down and hands it over to Corey Black. As the microphone is passed, the crowd erupts in a massive "HAIL TO THE KING" chant, Corey is forced to motion with his hands and get his minions to quiet down long enough to speak.
Corey Black: I thought of Steve Orbit as a brother. Like, a legit brother. I'm a Black guy, he's a black guy, dude, we were brothers. Bros don't slam steel chairs into other bros. That's breaking the Bro Code Article 5 Section 17. "Bros shall not stab bros in the back." That's exactly what Orbit did to us, all of us, all of you. He put his tail between his legs after he was knocked from the top of the mountain to suckle the teet of the current World Champion, ICE Beckman. I say current because at Slam #300, we'll have a new current. A KING if you will.
"HAIL TO THE KING" chants break out again.
Corey Black: That's not exactly why we're out here though, we're here to introduce the world to Daniel Booker, the latest member of Pantheon. He exemplifies my reasoning for joining this faction in the first place. Pantheon is the future of WCF. D-Book over here is just that, and a whole lot more. He might be basically unknown to you, but I know this man fairly well. And I know he's going to hit the ground running, stun roster member after roster member and work his way into the history books faster than anyone I can think of.
Fly taps Black on the shoulder.
Corey Black: Second fastest.
Fly nods his head approvingly. That gives Jayson Price time to take the microphone off Black.
Jayson Price: Steve, all I have to say is that you're going to get yours a lot sooner than you think. What went down at Blast between you and I left some unfinished business that I fully intend on finishing.
Price lowers the microphone and tosses it to Booker. Daniel smiles as he observes the arena and shakes off the wiriness he is overflowing with.
Daniel Booker: Let me start by thanking my Pantheon brethren for making me a part of such a groundbreaking stable, as well as such a momentous occasion! It might seem unusual to some that this man standing before you now appears to have come out of nowhere. But I assure you that it won't be long before you forget there was a world before me. My mission is to open your eyes and reveal to you the truth. Then, you will simply only have to thank me.
Booker pauses for a moment, continuing to observe the crowd. He smiles and continues.
Daniel Booker: I am here not to replace Steve Orbit. I am not here to live past his shadow, but instead to show you all that he was merely filler prior to my arrival. Orbit is just a man...a man who made a terrible decision and at the end of the day should never have been graced with the name Pantheon. But truly I am not one who needs to drag names through the mud to make my own. Soon enough you will all realize that my name is already important and godly, it will just take you time to discover the world I already live in.
With that, Booker drops the microphone. The four Pantheon members join hands and raise them toward the rafters, soaking in the cheers of the crowd.
Erin Robbins: Well, there you have. Daniel Booker, the out-of-nowhere new member of Pantheon, making his first public comments and making it clear to all that soon enough everyone will know EXACTLY who he is.
Zach Davis: I like him. He seems...different. We need more characters in WCF.
Erin Robbins: Seriously? You can't actually believe that. Everyone here is absolutely nuts.
Zach Davis: I disagree. WCF is full of nice, wholesome men and women.
Erin Robbins: ...(is speechless)...
Inside the ring, the Pantheon members cease their display and one by one file back out to ringside and up the ramp toward the back.
The show goes to the back of the arena and the crowd pops as Mech-Ana appears on the screen. She is leaning against a wall, looking straight forward with a stern look upon her face when Natural ICE Beckman struts onto the scene.
Zach Davis: Oh man, what is he trying to do now?
Erin Robbins: What are you saying?
Zach Davis: I am just saying, with a wrestler like Mech-Ana, one must watch what they say.
ICE: Well if it isn’t Mech-Ana, every pop machine’s fantasy.
Mech-Ana: Hilarious.... Now go away.
ICE: Oh come on, where is your love for YOUR World Champion?
Mech-Ana: I don’t have time for you.
ICE: This is my world baby, everyone has time for The Champ.
Mech-Ana: Don't call me baby..... And worse yet, don't refer to IT as baby....
ICE: Come baby, relax, you ever think you just need a stiff drink to snap you back to normal. That or a stiff...well, you know baby.
Mech-Ana: Why are you still here?
ICE: Why? Am I annoying you?
Mech-Ana: You were a mild annoyance to begin with, now you're baiting the more violent side of me, and IT wants to rip your face off.
ICE: Well if you win the Battle Royal tonight, you might just get that chance. But trust me, baby, I like a good fight just as much as you do.
Mech-Ana: I wont win anything, IT will win and you will have to face worse than your most terrifying nightmares could conjure up..
ICE: Oh come, on, I bet you just need a good kiss to relax you. What is under that bandana of yours anyhow?
ICE reaches towards Mech-Ana’s face, but she grabs his arm by the wrist and throws his hand aside. You can tell her anger is near a breaking point as her eyes stare ICE down and begin to glow a bright Violet.
Mech-Ana: Don't Touch Me....!
ICE: Fine, I am out of here, but only because they only freaks I like are the kind I find in my bed.
Zach Davis: I told you ICE needed to be careful.
Erin Robbins: He was just trying to be friendly, that chick could learn to enjoy life a little, and who better to help her with that than ICE?
Zach Davis: By the look of how fast ICE got out of there, I don’t think he is up for doing anything with her. But if she wins tonight, he might not have a choice.
Zach Davis: Tonight we see Bryan “Buzz” Worthy’s first match back as he goes toe to toe with Chelsea Armstrong. I know I’m looking forward to seeing these two go at it.
The tron goes to backstage as the arena see’s Buzz walking down the hall in his ring gear appearing to be getting ready for his match. The Camera goes to cut off to commercial before a single scream is heard as Bryan is thrown out of frame making the cameraman stumble back as he is soon seen again this time on the ground.
Erin Robbins: What in the hell..what, is that Chelsea?
Sure enough as the camera zooms out Chelsea is seen standing on the other side before she lunges at Buzz who was just making it back to his feet and sends him into the storage carts behind him. He soon turns the tables grabbing Chelsea and throwing her back first into the wall making her fall to her knees trying to catch her breath. The two are only calm for a couple seconds before she stands once again and charges at Buzz throwing both of them over a table as security has rushed onto the scene to pull the two apart.
Zach Davis: I have no idea what Chelsea is trying to prove tonight but taking out her opponent before the match? Is that really smart?
Erin Robbins: I don’t think she’s done there…it appears she’s pulled something out her pocket.
Something shiny appears in her hand while a ref quickly grabs at her hand trying to pry it open as she starts screaming and yelling for them to let her go while Buzz is being held back by a couple security guards trying his best to get back at Chelsea. Calming down she stops struggling and drops the unknown weapon as the refs loosen their grips only for her to burst through and attempt to launch herself at Buzz results in her getting in a couple good hits before being pulled off of him again. This time it’s Buzz who struggles and moves through the weakened security enough to grab Chelsea by her hair and pull her toward him and connect with a hard hit to her jaw that only edges the two of them on.
Zach Davis: All hell has broken loose backstage, where’s Seth!
Erin Robbins: I don’t think Seth is going to be much help at this moment; these two just simple couldn’t wait until their match.
At the mention of his name Seth happens to rush onto the scene yelling at the two to break it up as Chelsea swings wildly and happens to connect with jaw of Seth sending him stumbling back before fire rises in his eyes and eyes.
Seth: That enough! Get her out of here! Chelsea Armstrong is not allowed in my ring tonight! Get her out of the arena!
Chelsea looks in disbelief as the security grabs her dragging her down the hall towards the exit as she continues shouting out at Seth.
Zach Davis: Wow…I can’t believe it. Apparently we won’t see Buzz versus Chelsea after all.
Erin Robbins: You’re correct, Chelsea has been evicted from the arena…I wonder what this says for the rest of S-Pac tonight.
The show cuts to the back and the camera focus on a locker room door that reads “Alex Jones”. The crowd reacts to the sign on the door and just a few short moments later the door opens and Alex walks out. Behind Alex, back in the locker room, you can hear a few women giggling before he closes the door. Alex’s grin turns to more of a straight face as Natural ICE Beckman walks up to him.
Alex: Well, if it isn’t our World Champion.
ICE: What you got going on in there?
Alex: Just a little fun...speaking of fun, enjoying that title reign of yours? Which reminds me, I am sorry.
Alex: Sorry you are going to have such a short title reign after win the Battle Royal tonight and beat you at Revenge.
ICE: Oh yeah?
Alex: Well, I will give you this, ICE, you take bad news pretty well at least.
ICE: The only one who will be sorry is you, when Mech-Ana finds out about those ladies in your locker room.
Alex: Don’t talk about things that don’t concern you, ICE. It makes you look foolish.
ICE: Why not? You just did that when talking about My World Title?
Alex: Call it that while you still can ICE, for the time is ticking on that title reign....tick tock...tick tock.
ICE Beckman walks past Alex, but the two keep their eyes locked in a stare, neither one trusting the other by turning their back on them.
Zach Davis: ICE is not making any friends it seems tonight.
Erin Robbins: He has plenty of friends, he doesn’t need to bother with anymore!
"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.
Zach Davis: WCF Hardcore champion-- Steve Orbit.
Erin Robbins: The Mack finally came to his senses and ditched Pantheon, siding with the great Buddy Roman and the Vapor Kings. Best move he's ever made, in my opinion.
Orbit holds the rope for Buddy, allowing him to enter the ring. Orbit follows. "OR-BIT SUCKS" and "RO-MAN SUCKS" chants begin. Buddy is handed a mic, and smiles through the chants. After a few moments, they die down.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Buddy Roman. By my side is my dear, beloved son-- two-time WCF World Champion and current Hardcore Champion... "The Mack", Steven Orbit Roman. I know you have all spent your hard-earned money to see my son perform tonight, but I am here to deliver some unfortunate news. Steve Orbit will NOT be performing tonight.
The crowd boos.
Buddy Roman: My son, Steve Orbit, does not approve of the lifestyle choices of Isaiah Chavis. He does not believe that a... "man"... like Isaiah Chavis has any business in the ring with a REAL MAN like the MACK.
The crowd FIERCELY boos.
Buddy Roman: Ok, boo me, that's fine. We're only looking out for Isaiah's best interests tonight. Let's stop thinking with our emotions, ok-- let's be realistic. My son, Steve Orbit Roman, is a street-hardened, tough as nails SOB. He is the Hardcore Champion, after all, a championship title that fits him to a tee. Steve Orbit was hardcore before hardcore was the "in" thing in professional wrestling. Do we really want to see a little... confused rookie like Isaiah Chavis step into the ring with a hardcore veteran like Steve Orbit?
The crowd is a mix of cheers for Isaiah and boos for the insults.
Buddy Roman: The bottom line is that my son will not LOWER himself by doing a match with Isaiah Chavis. He wants nothing to do with Isaiah Chavis, and believe me when I tell you-- Isaiah Chavis wants NO PART of Steve Orbit.
"IS-AI-AH" chants start.
Buddy Roman: Take a few moments to appreciate the presence of the Hardcore Champion. With that, on behalf of my son and the Vapor Kings... enjoy the rest of the show.
Buddy turns to Orbit. The two men embrace in a hug, before Orbit holds the rope for Buddy to exit to the apron.
Zach Davis: I guess we won't be seeing Steve Orbit versus Isaiah Chavis after all.
“Down With Us” by Twiztid hits the P.A., causing the fans to erupt in applause. Chavis dances down the ramp, slapping hands with some fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He grabs a mic from the ringside attendant, and immediately gets in Steve Orbit’s face.
Isaiah Chavis: So you gonna be that mother fucker, huh? You gonna be the pussy ass little bitch that forfeits to me, ‘cause you’re afraid of losin’ to a gay man. That’s right, I know the truth. With all your macho bullshit talk, you’re scared that you’re gonna get your ass whipped in front of all these people by a fuckin’ cock sucker! That’s fine, you got every reason to be afraid, ‘cause that’s exactly what the fuck is gonna happen!
The crowd shouts in approval, as Isaiah glares at Steve from behind his painted mask.
Isaiah Chavis: Here’s how it goes Stevie boy. I’m gonna walk down to this ring for our match later, and if you don’t wanna show up, that’s fine. If you don’t fight me, everyone’s gonna know the truth, and the big bad hardcore champion is afraid of Isaiah Chavis.
Isaiah now turns and looks at Buddy.
Isaiah Chavis: One last thing… Buddy… it’s ok… it’s ok to embrace who you really are. You’ll be much happier when you do.
He winks at the man and climbs out of the ring, as Buddy freaks out, and Steve glares at him.
Zach Davis: Well I guess we will see. Steve Orbit doesn’t look happy though.
"Master of Puppets" hits!
Seth Lerch: Alright, you guys have wasted enough time on the show. Orbit, if you refuse to get into the ring with Isaiah, I won't force you-- however, it will go in the books as a loss, by forfeit. And you won't get paid for tonight, but I'm sure that's no issue for a "playa" like you.
The crowd pops as Seth mocks Orbit with a cringe-worthy pimp strut. He puts the mic back to his lips.
Seth Lerch: Your choice.
Seth leaves. Orbit paces back and forth in the ring, with Buddy trying to calm him. Finally, he seems to tell Buddy to leave the ring, which he does.
Zach Davis: Buddy Roman is heading to ringside. Orbit is still in the ring. Are we going to see this match or what?
Erin Robbins: This isn't right. If the man isn't comfortable, why force him?
Zach Davis: Seth was very fair! He gave Orbit options.
Orbit talks to the ref, who talks to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd pops.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, currently in the ring... from Oakland, California... he is the WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE MACK STEVE ORBIT!
Isaiah slides under the bottom rope and takes a corner opposite Orbit.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan... THE JUGGALO WARRIOR... ISAIAH CHAVIS!
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: Orbit doesn't look happy about this at all.
Orbit is slow to step out of the corner, putting his hands up. Isaiah stands his ground in the middle of the ring, holding his position. The two men begin to circle each other... finally, they lock up. Orbit gets Chavis into a side headlock-- Charvis slips out and moves behind Orbit with a waistlock, but before he can lock it in, Orbit drops down and rolls out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Are you serious? Steve Orbit is acting so childish right now.
Erin Robbins: He's not comfortable! And who knows what's going through Isaiah's head? Steve Orbit is a sexy man, Zach.
Orbit curses under his breath, walking away from the ring with Roman. Roman appears to be reasoning with him. From the ring, Isaiah taunts him.
Zach Davis: This is ridiculous. Orbit is just wasting everybody's time, just like Seth said.
Finally, Buddy talks sense into Orbit and he heads back to the ring. He rolls underneath the ropes and he's met by stomps from Isaiah. Chavis stomps the back of Orbit's head and his upper back as he tries to get to his feet. Isaiah with a dropkick that sends Orbit into the corner-- Orbit stumbles out and Chavis catches him with a jumping calf kick!
Zach Davis: Chavis is on fire!
Erin Robbins: ... Not touching it.
Chavis covers Orbit.
Zach Davis: Kickout at one! Early pin attempt by Isaiah Chavis.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, it'll take more than a couple of kicks to keep Steve Orbit down.
Chavis rolls to his feet and grabs Orbit, but Orbit with an elbow to the gut. Chavis holds on and delivers a knee to Orbit's head. Chavis with another knee to the head and then an elbow to the back of Orbit's head-- Chavis with a jumping neckbreaker! And he covers Orbit once again.
Zach Davis: Two! The Juggalo Warrior is having his way with Orbit!
Erin Robbins: ... Not touching it. Again.
Chavis goes the pull Orbit up but Orbit rakes the eyes, out of view from the ref. Isaiah stumbles back, holding his face. Orbit slowly gets to his feet and hits Chavis with a quick jab, followed by another, followed by a forearm smash. Isaiah is stunned as Orbit holds the top rope and leaps up, hitting a springboard roundhouse kick. Isaiah spins around and hits the mat.
Zach Davis: Well, after some dirty tactics, Steve Orbit is in control of Isaiah Chavis.
Erin Robbins: I didn't see anything dirty.
Zach Davis: Yeah, neither did the ref, apparently.
Orbit with a leaping fistdrop, followed by another. Orbit with a lateral press, pinning Chavis.
Erin Robbins: Juggalo kicks out before two.
Zach Davis: Juggalo Warrior.
Erin Robbins: Whatever.
Orbit pulls Chavis to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Chavis leapfrogs Orbit on the return and the crowd pops. Chavis with a crossbody on the return-- but Orbit catches him mid-air.
Zach Davis: Not where Isaiah wants to be right now!
Orbit shifts Chavis up onto his shoulder, and sets up a Tombstone piledriver, spiking Isaiah's head in the center of the ring. Orbit with the pin.
Zach Davis: Chavis kicks out of the Tombstone!
Erin Robbins: I thought the Mack had him.
Orbit takes a few moments to breath, considering his next move as Isaiah slowly gets to his feet. Orbit puts his hands together in the universal prayer position. He closes his eyes and stretches his arms out, before lifting one leg...
Erin Robbins: CRANE STYLE!
Isaiah stumbles towards Orbit, and Orbit snaps off the Crane kick-- but Isaiah ducks it, taking down Orbit with a front chop block instead!
Zach Davis: What a save by Isaiah Chavis! Showing great resolve and ring awareness, and showing that he's not intimidated by a big name like Steve Orbit!
Erin Robbins: Oh please. It was a lucky counter, stop making assumptions and talking about stuff you don't even know about. How do you know he's not intimidated, Zach? How?
Isaiah mounts Orbit and hits him with a series of right hands. Orbit tries to defend with his arms but he's not very successful. Isaiah rears back his hand and... hits a huge slap across Orbit's face! Huge pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Oh yeah-- he looks REAL intimidated.
Isaiah gets up and hits a standing moonsault! He crawls back on top of Orbit, pinning him.
Erin Robbins: NO! Orbit kicks out before three!
Isaiah waits for Orbit to get back to his feet. Orbit is up, but he's on shaky legs. Isaiah measures him up.. and goes for the Wicked Kick!
Zach Davis: Orbit ducks and takes Chavis to the mat with a single-leg takedown!
Orbit holds onto the leg and applies an ankle lock. Chavis struggles to try and turn his body around but Orbit twists the ankle even more.
Erin Robbins: You know, Orbit's always said he's not the sadistic type-- that smile on his face says otherwise.
Chavis tries to crawl to the ropes, but Orbit pulls him back. The ref checks Chavis but he refuses to submit.
Zach Davis: Where's Isaiah Chavis gonna go from here?
After a few painful moments, Isaiah is finally able to turn over on his back and use his free leg to boot Orbit off of him, breaking the hold. Chavis slowly gets up, favoring the hurt leg. Orbit throws a right hand-- it's blocked! Isaiah with a haymaker of his own. Orbit with a kick to Chavis' thigh-- Chavis with another closed fist.
Zach Davis: This match is deteriorating into a brawl!
Erin Robbins: Was it ever anything more? These two honestly dislike each other very much.
Orbit charges with a running clothesline-- Chavis ducks! Orbit spins around and--
Zach Davis: WICKED KICK! Connects this time!
Erin Robbins: What impact. The Mack could be out cold, jeez.
Zach Davis: Pin him, Chavis!
The crowd is cheering as Isaiah looks towards the ropes.
Erin Robbins: He wants to finish this now!
Chavis looks down at Orbit, who's not moving. He runs to the ropes...
Zach Davis: CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE!
Chavis connects with the springboard phoenix splash!
Erin Robbins: He hits it! Here's the cover!
DING DING DING
"Down With Us" by Twiztid hits the PA.
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis picks up what may be the biggest win of his career!
Erin Robbins: I can't argue with that. Chavis has defeated a former World Champion tonight on Slam.
Zach Davis: What a victory for this young man!
Orbit rolls out of the ring and meets with Buddy Roman as Isaiah celebrates in the ring.
Zach Davis: Wait, who's that?
A huge man comes through the crowd, stepping over the guardrail.
Erin Robbins: That's Ultimate Destroyer!
Zach Davis: Get out of there, Isaiah!
Orbit begins to head up the ramp. He turns and laughs as he sees Ultimate Destroyer near the ring.
Zach Davis: Orbit's loving this.
Isaiah is about to exit the ring... when Ultimate Destroyer clubs him from behind!
Zach Davis: What a cowardly attack!
Destroyer throws a couple of big fists to Isaiah's gut and then places him on the turnbuckle. Destroyer climbs up the corner and lifts Chavis up.
Erin Robbins: What is he thinking... why is he looking over here?!
Zach Davis: MOVE!
Destroyer flies off of the top turnbuckle to ringside, powerbombing Chavis through the announcer's table. The crowd boos severely.
Zach Davis: ... Our table!
Erin Robbins: Isaiah Chavis is gonna need some medical attention. Ultimate Destroyer is an absolute freak of nature. Did you see the hang time he had? And he's four hundred pounds!
Zach Davis: Terrible... just terrible.
Ultimate Destroyer stands tall over the broken table and Isaiah's unconscious body.
Erin Robbins: Wow.
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis just got the biggest victory of his career here, and Ultimate Destroyer has ruined it!
The crowd continues to boo as we cut to commercial.
Zach Davis: It seems ICE is still making some more new friends.
Erin Robbins: Wow, what a great World Champion we have.
Zach Davis: Remember when you used to call him nothing more than a drunken loser.
Erin Robbins: Something about that title, just makes me like him more.
There is a collection of WCF groupies sitting around “The Livewire” Grayson Pierce as he plays guitar for the ladies who are in awe of his sexy vocal skills. Grayson stops playing as Natural ICE Beckman walks into the scene.
ICE: Alright, ladies, you can head back to waiting outside my locker room now.
The girls all look at ICE Beckman with puzzled expressions.
ICE: I said, Get Out of Here!
The ladies all scatter away as ICE Beckman smiles down at Grayson.
Grayson Pierce: What’s with the cock block, bro?
ICE: Simple answer, probably because I am not your bro.
Grayson Pierce: Oh yeah?
ICE: Besides, as far as I see it I was doing you a favor. Now you don’t have to have that awkward conversation with them in the morning about why your performance was such a letdown.
Grayson Pierce: A performance letdown? Sounds like you and the Kings last Slam, when my team beat yours.
ICE: That was a fluke, besides the referee was out to get us and Seth paid everyone off ringside to make sure we lost. Not that I would make any excuses about it.
Grayson Pierce: But...didn’t you...I mean...what the fuck, are you drunk?
ICE: Of course I am.
Grayson Pierce: Well forget last week, all that matters now is the future and the future is me.
ICE: You better be ready for the performance of your life on this show and again at Revenge, otherwise you will just be another washed rocker has-been.
Grayson Pierce: I'm already a washed.rocker has been, but I'm the future of the WCF and I'm going to.leave the audience and the roster is shock and awe after tonight.
ICE: You may do that, but you will never catch me...or this title.
Grayson Pierce: That is fine with me.
ICE: So you are admitting your pending failure?
Grayson Pierce: Oh, far from it, I am just fine with you doubting me, underestimate me like everyone else, cause when you deal with a livewire you are left in shock and wondering what happened to your World Title.
ICE: Now I hope you win, for at Revenge I will get my revenge for last week.
Grayson Pierce: Sounds like we both have big plans.
ICE: Only time will prove me right.
Grayson Pierce: Keep talking...it'll makes it all the sweeter when I win.
ICE Beckman and Grayson Pierce smile at one another, but not like friends, but like both of them thinks they have the upper hand.
Zach Davis: These two in the same room is like a bomb waiting to go off.
Erin Robbins: Yeah, and now we just need to see whose face that bomb goes off in.
The strains of a new, unfamiliar music -- strongly Middle Eastern -- begin to play over the PA system, much to the bewilderment of the crowd. A few begin to boo preemptively. A quartet of women in short shorts and halter tops walks out onto the stage. Each woman carries an orange-tipped plastic replica Kalashnikov; together they perform a brief security sweep, then take up flanking positions. From behind the curtain emerges a tall, athletic figure in a three-piece suit tailored to fit like a second skin. He has a neatly-trimmed VanDyke, and wears a pair of reflective Aviator sunglasses, along with a traditional Mid-East headdress.
Erin Robbins: Who in the world is this guy, Zach?
Zach Davis: No idea. Looks rich. Maybe he's an investor.
Erin Robbins: Oooh. Maybe I better go introduce myself.
Zach Davis: Keep it in your pants, Erin. I just got word, he's one of our newest recruits, Jahani al-Reb.
The bevy of beauties encloses the man protectively as they move down the ramp. Two of them climb the stairs, walk along the apron, and sit on the middle rope, holding it down while the Arabic gentleman climbs in. The other two take up positions outside the ring, toy guns at the ready. The man produces a microphone from somewhere. Slowly, he turns a full circle in the middle of the ring, taking everything in. Then he lifts the mic to his lips.
Jahani al-Reb: I... am Jahani al-Reb -- the Baghdadi Mack...
He looks around, a sneer forming on his lips.
Jahani al-Reb: And you -- every last one of you -- are dirty infidels!
He points at several members of the audience in turn. The crowd boos this statement. al-Reb stands there, soaking it in, almost reveling in it.
Jahani al-Reb: SILENCE, infidels! I am not here for YOU! Stupid, sniveling cowards. If any one of you had any guts, you would be in this ring -- not out there, watching; swilling beer and stuffing your fat American faces with nachos and hot dogs. No. I am here because I saw a lack in this travesty of a company. All these so-called "athletes"; these "champions" of yours... and what are any of THEM worth? Your Internet Champion is a pornography addicted, pill-popping alcoholic! Your Tag Team Champions are a pair of homicidal psychopaths, and the Number One Contenders are a pair of delusional alcoholic redneck potheads. Your World Champion is a beer-fueled wetbrain with codependency issues! Your Hardcore Champion is a pimp and a drug dealer... do we all see a theme here?
By the Will of Allah, I have come among you to cleanse the WCF -- to cut out the cancerous growth that rots this once-illustrious company from the inside. All these parasites you call your heroes -- you will watch them all fall to ME.
The newcomer is forced to lower the mic and wait for the booing from the crowd to subside. A few seconds later, he holds up a hand, and the audience goes more or less quiet.
Jahani al-Reb: If any man in the back thinks himself worthy, then let me issue this challenge now -- I will take ANY of you, in ANY type of match... Anywhere and anytime. But I warn you, as well... no one faces the Baghdadi Mack and comes away unscathed. So if any man among you has the figs --
Here, he briefly grabs his crotch to make absolutely certain he gets his meaning across.
Jahani al-Reb: -- I will be backstage. At this show. At the next. And the next after that, if necessary. But mark my words, infidels! Very soon, there will be gold around this waist and your so-called heroes -- will be nothing more than an unpleasant memory.
With that, the Baghdadi Mack drops his mic and, flanked again by his entourage, he leaves the ring.
Erin Robbins: Those are some powerful words, Zach.
Zach Davis: I just hope he doesn't start blowing things up.
Erin Robbins: ...here comes the lawsuit.
Erin Robbins: Time for a non title bout between the US and Internet Champion. ZMAC taking on Jay Price.
Zach Davis: These two have had many run-ins in the past and this week is just another clash between two conflicting personalities. Jay Price, the athletics tactician and ring vet against ZMAC, the guys whose not any of those things.
Erin Robbins: Vet, yes. Athletic ring tactician, no.
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 XVideos.com logo on the t-shirt that he's wearing. 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: Jay Price sporting the new Xvideos sponsored Internet Belt, a slap in the face to ZMACs old Brazzers belt.
Erin Robbins: Its a slap in the face to all women. Feminist should be having a field day.
Zach Davis: Erin, oh Erin. So young, so naive. Feminist arnt people.
Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Erin Robbins: Here comes ZMAC with the US classic.
Zach Davis: Nothing wrong with that.
Erin Robbins: Except that, he's the one holding the belt.
Zach Davis: Gotta conquer that hate, Erin. Conquer it, like so many chocolate cream pies I've seen you conquer in catering.
The match startrs off with a lock up. Jay Price with a go behind into a German suplex. Price lifts ZMAC up and hits a second. Price tries for a third but ZMAC kicks his legs out and is able to jaw jack Price with a modified jaw breaker. Both men get to their feet as ZMAC runs at Price but gets hip tossed into an arm bar. ZMAC to his feet, wrenches out of it and reverses the pressure before busting Price in the nose with an elbow shot. ZMAC stays on the offensive with some strong punches to the body, overwhelming Price until he backs up into the corner. ZMAC takes a few steps back and charges again for a turnbuckle spear..
Erin Robbins: ZMAC eats the post.
Price pulls ZMAC out of the corner and puts him in a headlock.
Zach Davis: Green Eyed Monster!
ZMAC gets to his knees as Price hits a few Muay Thai kicks.
Zach Davis: Here comes that running knee.
Erin Robbins: ZMAC with a Zombie Drop
Zach Davis: ZMAC picks up the win!
Erin Robbins: ZMAC rolls out of the ring and heads off into the crowd with his US title. Jay Price can't believe it! He had ZMAC but that Zombie Drop just took him by surprise.
ZMAC begins stomping at Price even though the match is over! Steve Orbit appears as well and begins stomping Price.
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Orbit... this isn't you!
The fans boo and chant ORBIT SUCKS! ZMAC lifts Price and Orbit grins.... as he PIMP SLAPS PRICE STRAIGHT TO HELL!, or to the mat at least!
Erin Robbins: Price is getting decimated. What's this?
Through the crowd, Anthony Douglas runs out with a chair in his hand. He slides into the ring and swings the chair.
A direct shot on McMorris's head. McMorris drops like a rock. Anthony swings with reckless abandon, and the other Vapor Kings exit the ring, pulling a fallen McMorris with them. Anthony picks up a mic and stands over a prone Jayson Price holding the chair. He looks at Price and then points at the Vapor Kings.
Anthony Douglas: McMorris, your ass belongs to me. After tonight, even if I don't win, Beckman, your time on top is over!
The crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: Has Douglas joined Pantheon?
Erin Robbins: Has Pantheon accepted him?
Price begins to stir and Anthony backs up. Price gets to his feet and looks at Douglas. From the crowd, Fly and Black slide into the ring to back up their Pantheon partner. All four men stare at each other.
Erin Robbins: This is going to get ugly fast.
Zach Davis: They are just looking at each other. Waiting for someone to make the first move.
Erin Robbins: It's three on one. . .take him out!
Douglas drops the chair and walks away.
Zach Davis: Has Douglas had a change of heart?
Erin Robbins: He would need a heart first before it can change.
He enters the crowd, turns to Pantheon and salutes them, then turns and walks away without speaking.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is happening here?
Zach Davis: I don't know. No one does. It is looks as though something might be forming between the Pantheon and Anthony Douglas.
Scene opens in a production area backstage. "The Mack" Steve Orbit is seen talking, strategizing, and/or co-conspiring with Buddy Roman. Orbit nods along as Buddy lays it down the game. Suddenly, another figure walks into the frame. We soon realize that it's "Livewire" Grayson Pierce. He steps toe-to-toe with Orbit, inches from his face. Orbit chuckles.
Steve Orbit: What's up?
Grayson Pierce: What's up?! That's all you have to say after last week? I bet you remember who I am now, after that ass whipping we put on your team!
Steve Orbit: First of all, you need to get the fuck up out my face. Breathin' my air and shit.
Livewire takes a step back, but the two men lock eyes.
Steve Orbit: I'll tell you what I remember. I remember the boy Anthony Douglas gettin' a lucky roll-up and scoring y'all the upset win. So don't come up in here actin' like you some kinda tough guy, just 'cause your boy had a lucky night last week.
Grayson Pierce: A win is a win, Orbit. You know that as well as anybody, with all of those weak World Title defenses.
Orbit moves to snatch up Livewire, but Buddy Roman steps in front of him.
Buddy Roman: Steve, not now. Not... now.
Orbit backs off, pointing his finger at Livewire.
Grayson Pierce: You might get lucky, after I win the New Blood Battle Royal Tonight, and take out your boy Beckman next week I won't need to go for that weak-ass title you're holding. I'll show you how a true champion should act.
Steve Orbit: Yeah, we'll see about that. Punk.
Livewire smirks and turns to walk away. Orbit shakes his head as Buddy calms him down. Fade out.
The show comes back from a break for WCF merchandise and we see Jay Omega taking the name plate off Natural ICE Beckman's locker room door. Jay then replaces the name plate that says Jay Omega. He then looks around and seems someone coming and runs away. The camera man turns to see Hyena walking down the arena hallway towards the locker room door.
Zach Davis: Hyena seems to be on a mission.
Erin Robbins: And he is seeking only one man.
Hyena stops at a locker room door that reads "Jay Omega". Hyena bursts through the door and finds...the WCF World Champion, Natural ICE Beckman, sitting there with a beer in his hands. ICE stands at he sees Hyena come in without knocking.
ICE: What the fuck man?!
Hyena blinks, obviously confused, then narrows his eyes as Omega's ruse dawned on him.
Hyena: A thousand apologies. I expected to find a weasel here.
ICE: You thought wrong, dammit! Now get the fuck out!
Hyena bares his teeth, eyes flashing in irritation.
Hyena: Don't push me, Billy Bob. I don't have a lot of patience, not today. I don't care who you are.
ICE: I am the World Champion, son. You'd better wise up to that.
Hyena suddenly flashes a humorless smile.
Hyena: A temporary state of affairs, let me assure you.
ICE: Is that a threat?
Hyena: A simple statement of fact.
ICE: You know I doubt it will happen, but I hope you do win the battle royal tonight. I would love a chance to shut you the fuck up. In fact, why wait?
Hyena: Because time is short and beer gets cold fast. Don't worry. Try to alpha me again and I will do my damnedest to break you in half. THAT is a threat.
Hyena backs out the door as ICE Beckman keeps his eyes on him.
Zach Davis: Those two both seem ready for a fight.
Erin Robbins: And I think we would have gotten one there if Hyena wasn't focusing on Omega.
Zach Davis: If Hyena wins tonight, we will be having one a Revenge, that is for sure.
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, it comes that time for the Alexander Richards verses Johnny Reb match.
Erin Robbins: With The Monster Oblivion as the special guest referee.
Zach Davis: With Revenge two weeks away, let's see how these two teams deal with certain situations.
Erin Robbins: We have Hank Brown backstage with a very... very strange guest.
Zach Davis: Who could be that strange? Take it away Hank.
The camera-view changes to the backstage area. Hank Brown stands there with the mic in hand.
Hank Brown: I'm backstage....
Oblivion walks up and grabs the mic and looks at Hank Brown
Oblivion: The Monster doesn't need your assistance.
The Monster looks at Hank Brown.
Oblivion: What are you still doing here. Go. GOOOOOOOOO!!
Oblivion lunges at Hank Brown, who stumbles backwards before scattering away. Oblivion looks at the camera.
Oblivion: ALEXANDER RICHARDS VERSES JOHNNY REB!! This match is a precursor to our tag team championship match at Revenge. WCF is all worried on how Oblivion is gonna act as the special guest referee. Well, Oblivion only knows the answer to that. The anticipation is so thick you can can cut it with a knife!! Two weeks away from Revenge. WCF World Tag Team Championship on the way. Until then, we all get to play a few games. Several mind games. It starts tonight. Johnny Reb, if you get out of line, not only will Oblivion disqualify your ass, but The Monster will dissect you limb from limb, tearing you bit by bloody bit. Leave you for dead, as we all watch as Doc Henry tries to come to your rescue. But, that will never happen!! We will be waiting. We're gonna use you as bait. IT ALL STARTS TONIGHT!!!
The screen gets blurred out, as Oblivion shoots a "bird". Oblivion drops the mic and walks away.
Zach Davis: Well, that was.... interesting?
Erin Robbins: Interesting?! That was just down right weird.
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins to play. Alex Richards walks out and proceeds to walk towards the ring with a huge smile on his face.
Erin Robbins: Why is this idiot all smiles? Doesn't he realize he has to face "The Inveterate Confederate" Johnny Reb?
Richards 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 more good natured hard slaps to a fan's hands. He wears the WCF Tag Team Championship around his waist. )
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards looks more than ready for his battle with Johnny Reb.
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.
Erin Robbins: Now all we need now is the special guest referee...
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Wachovia Center. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: The special guest referee for this match is.... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the Monster walks into the ring with a modified WCF Referee shirt.
Zach Davis: It looks as if Oblivion has made some alterations to the shirt.
Oblivion cut the sleeves off, showing IT's massive muscular arms.
Zach Davis: Oblivion motions for the ring bell to indicate the beginning of this match.
Johnny Reb and Alex Richards circle the ring, as they keep an eye on each other.
Erin Robbins: Both competitors lunge towards one another and hook up with a collar and elbow tie up.
Richards nails Reb with a massive knee to the gut.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb receives a massive knee to the gut, which drops Reb down to one knee.
Richards walks over to Reb.
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb catches Alex Richards off guard with a quick right to the jaw of Richards.
Instantly Oblivion gets in the face of Reb...
Oblivion: No closed fists. Get it right or IT'll send your ass back to the showers.
Reb pays no attention to the referee.
Zach Davis: The Inveterate Confederate ignores Oblivion and walks towards Alex Richards...
Erin Robbins: Richards pops Johnny Reb in the mid-section with a stiff boot to the gut.
Zach Davis: And follows that up with a picture perfect belly to belly suplex!!! Alex Richards goes for the pin...
Oblivion quickly slides into position
The crowd: One...
Erin Robbins: Wait a damn second!! That was a VERY quick count.
Alex Richards smiles an impish grin, as he slowly stands up. Johnny Reb quickly gets up and proceeds to get into the face of Oblivion.
Johnny Reb: WHAT THE HELL?!? You said fair!! How fair was THAT fast count.
Oblivion doesn't say a word, but points to the WCF insignia on the referee shirt.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb doesn't look happy.
Reb turns around...
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards misses with a running lariat.
Reb ducks the lariat attempt and continues to run towards the ropes. Johnny Reb leap and springboards off the middle ring rope....
Zach Davis: DOUBLE AXEHANDLE!!
Johnny Reb continues as he runs towards the other side, of the ring and also leaps towards the ropes and springboards off the ropes.
Erin Robbins: CORKSCREW SPLASH!!
Johnny Reb looks down at Alex Richards and flies off, once again towards the ropes. Reb continues to springboards off the ropes....
Zach Davis: ALEX RICHARDS IS STANDING!!
Erin Robbins: A huge boot to the face of Johnny Reb.
Richards grabs Reb and rake his eyes. Richards pounces on Reb and drags him over to the ring ropes.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards whips Johnny Reb into the ropes.
Erin Robbins: Richards connects hard with a back elbow to the face of Johnny Reb.
Richards grabs Reb...
Richards nails Reb with a T-Bone suplex!! Richards makes the cover...
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TW....
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Alex Richards pulls up Reb right before the two count.
Erin Robbins: Richards has Reb in a sleeper.
Richards shakes Reb around while squeezing the sleeper hold....
Zach Davis: DDT!!!
Richards drops down to pick up Reb...
Erin Robbins: That ddt did do some damage, but Johnny Reb had enough sense to see Alex Richards come in closer and nails Richards with a double knee lift.
Richards stumbles back, but Reb comes in running behind Richards....
Zach Davis: DROPKICK TO THE MASSIVE BACK OF ALEX RICHARDS!!
Richards drops his torso across the middle ringrope.
Zach Davis: What is Johnny Reb doing?!
Reb flies to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and flies off....
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Erin Robbins: Alex Richards moved out of the way!!
The replay shows Johnny Reb leaping off the top turnbuckle with a moonsault and misses Richards, as he moved out of the way. Johnny Reb crashes hard on the ringside area..
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb landed really hard!!
Reb landed hard on the ringside mats and the momentum crashes him into the ringside barriers.
The crowd: THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!
Alex Richards rolls out of the ring and throws Reb....
Erin Robbins: Johnny Reb's limp body is thrown against the ringsteps!!
Zach Davis: Alex Richards grabs his opponent....
Reb is thrown back into the ring. Richards gets back into the ring and grabs Johnny Reb for a choke slam but instead falls backward dropping Johnny Reb on his face.
Zach Davis: Zim-Quila Hangover!! Richards is NOT done!! Alex Richards grabs Johnny Reb and lifts him up for a press slam then dumps him over the top rope to the floor!!
Richards follows Reb to the floor then boots hReb in the gut and lifts him for a powerbomb. Richards gets a running start and slams Reb's head after off the ring post. He rolls him back into the ring. Richards goes for the pin. Oblivion quickly slides into position.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEE!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match ALEX RIIIIIIICHAAAAAARDS!!
Immediately both Oblivion and Alex Richards jump on Johnny Reb.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb is doing his damndest to fight of The Monster and IT's tag team partner!!
Oblivion nails Reb with a Black Hole and Richards nails Reb with The Unconscious Truth. The fans scream out as Doc Henry comes out running towards the ring. By that time, Reb has slowly gotten up and all four are fighting tooth and nail.
Erin Robbins: The Wachovia Center has gone completely crazy.
The crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Here comes WCF Security!!
WCF Security separates all four....
Erin Robbins: If the tag team title match is anything like this, the WCF Galaxy are gonna have themselves a real treat in that match-up!!
The show cuts to the back of the arena where a camera is focused on the craft services food table area when a WCF wrestler walks into the picture...
Zach Davis: Look, it is Robert Wolf.
Erin Robbins: And look at that great spread provided by our great Boss, thank you Seth.
Zach Davis: Didn’t you say the other day that food wasn’t good enough for your dog?
Erin Robbins: I don’t recall that.
ICE Beckman walks up next to Robert Wolf. Wolf looks over at ICE Beckman and the World Title that is draped over his shoulder.
ICE: So, Mr. Wolf, what are you hungry for?
Wolf looks at the World Title over Ice's shoulder and smirks.
ICE: I guess I knew the answer to that question before I even asked it. But are you eady to really earn it? You have seven hurdles to jump to even earn a shot.
Wolf: I wouldn't be here in WCF if I wasn't ready to earn it...
ICE: I see you want it, I see you are ready to walk through a battlefield to earn it, but what makes you so certain you will be ready for that moment where you either dig deep to win or let it all come crashing down upon you?
Wolf: I'll guess we'll both find out if I'm ready or not because the only time you know whether your ready or not is when you in that moment!
ICE: Just don't let that moment pass by, for if you do, before you know it the moment will be long gone and you will be in the locker room searching for answers.
Wolf: I'm doing everything I can to get myself ready for that chance, as for you just make sure you hold on to that title cause another Pantaloon pansy as World Champion is going to suck.
ICE: Pantaloon Pansy...I like that. And trust me, Pantheon is a dying beast, Steve saw that when he joined the Kings. And I like you Wolf, you are a real straight shooter. So shoot straight and tell me, who will be your toughest opponent to defeat tonight?
Wolf: They're all going to be pretty tough to beat cause this match is pretty much going to be cluster fuck of a match you have a lot of people in the match and alot of people with things to prove, myself included. But one thing I have over them...
Wolf looks back over at the table where he just came from and where Jessica Morrigan is sitting.
Wolf: I can't afford to mess this up, so I'm going to leave everything I have in that ring!
ICE: That's the only way to win it. Good Luck man and maybe I will be looking across you in the ring at Revenge.
Wolf: Thanks champ.
ICE Beckman walks off leaving Wolf to grab something to eat.
Zach Davis: Wolf seems hungry for a title chance.
Erin Robbins: Hmmm, I'm hungry for something...doughnuts! Let's keep this this moving along.
“Night on Bald Mountain” plays through the arena, signalling the arrival of Scott Savage. The crowd boos loudly as the man struts down the entrance ramp, wide grin on his face. He walks up the steel steps, and slips into the ring. He grabs a mic, and waits for his music to die.
Scott Savage: Ladies and gentlemen, I believe we have proven our point. Let us start with the more recent foe. Isaiah Chavis decided he wanted to mess with Scott Savage’s business. A brave, but stupid decision. Last week, you all watched as we put him under, and left him lying behind that curtain. Now, judging by some of the text message sI got this week, that wasn’t enough to teach him his lesson, so I have made a decision. The Slam after WAR, you will see Isaiah Chavis destroyed by the most dominant female in all of professional wrestling. At the Slam after WAR it will be Isaiah Chavis versus Chelsea Armstrong, and I have a feeling Isaiah will learn his lesson then.
Zach Davis: Since when does Scott Savage run the booking committee?
Erin Robbins: Shut up, Scott is talking!
Scott Savage: Of course, that’s not the only problem we have had lately. Last week you all watched as I finally did what I said I would do. I finally put Waylon Cash out of my misery. Nothing made me happier than seeing-
Waylon Cash: Scott! Hey Scott!
Scott Savage stops mid sentence, and glares up at the big screen, where Waylon’s face is staring down at him.
Waylon Cash: Hey there buddy! I know you’re in the middle of your big speech, but I had somethin’ really important to tell you… what was it?... Jesus, my memory is shit lately…
Scott Savage: I am not amused.
Waylon Cash: Yeah, well me neither! You think you put me out? Mother fucker, all you did was piss me off! You ain’t never gettin’ rid of Waylon Cash!
Scott Savage: I’m sick of this Waylon! You need help! You need time off! Please, I’m begging you, for the last time… please go away for a while.
Waylon Cash: You’d love that wouldn’t you? Then you and your group of automatons would be all set to take over the company! Ain’t no way I’m leavin’ Scott. In fact, I’m makin’ it my life’s mission to-
Scott Savage: ENOUGH! IT has to end Waylon, it has to be over. Here is what we are going to do. On the Slam after WAR it will be Waylon Cash versus Scott Savage, and if I win, you leave from the arena that night, and go straight to a rehabilitation facility.
Waylon Cash: Why would I do that? What if I win?
Scott takes a long break before speaking.
Scott Savage: If you win… I disband the Savage Political Action Committee, and leave WCF forever.
Zach Davis: Holy crap!
The fans applaud loudly at this idea, as Waylon considers it.
Waylon Cash: Alright, you got yourself a deal… but it’s gonna be no holds barred. I don’t just wanna beat you Scott… I wanna bleed you dry.
Scott Savage sighs, looking forlorn.
Scott Savage: So be it.
He drops the mic, and walks back up the ramp with a sad hunch to his shoulders.
Erin Robbins: Huge announcements regarding the Slam after WAR! We’re going to see Isaiah Chavis take on Chelsea Armstrong, and then we’re going to get to see Scott Savage versus Waylon Cash with a lot on the line.
Zach Davis: These are the shockwaves. The fans might love it, but I have a feeling there will be more red than beige to the canvas when those two are done fighting.
The arena goes dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by 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... now booing him as loud as they can. One can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor."
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Stockton, California. Weighing in at two hundred seventy-two pounds, he is the People's Pastor... STEEEEL TOOOE JOOOE!
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.
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe looking to bounce back from his loss to Television Champion, John Gable last week.
Erin Robbins: First of all, it's the Cinema Championship. Secondly, he only lost because Chelsea Armstrong decided to get involved.
Zach Davis: Chelsea didn't do anything more than stand up on the stage, Erin. As a veteran of this sport, Joe should have known better than to take his attention off the ring
Erin Robbins: And Chelsea should have known better than to stick her nose in where it doesn't belong!
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the 'Tron 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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from New York, New York. Weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds... JOOONNY FLYYYY!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The 'Tron 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 moments to exchange a long stare with Joe before finally sliding into the ring.
(DING DING DING!)
Zach Davis: There's the bell, and neither Fly nor Joe waste any time, and lock up in the middle of the ring. Any predictions on who's going to come out on top of this match, Erin?
Erin Robbins: Honestly, this is one match I don't think anyone could predict. I'm a big fan of STJ, but Jonny Fly is, well, Jonny Fly.
Fly breaks the tie up, and hits a European uppercut, then another, then STJ retaliates with a kick to the gut that stops Jonny short. Joe charges with a clothesline that Fly ducks under, and Jonny throws a superkick at STJ when he turns around, which STJ barely dodges. Joe throws a heavy shot to the ribs, followed by a forearm smash, and another boot to the gut, then scoop slams Fly to the mat before he lands a leg drop across the throat. STJ scrambles into a cover and hooks a leg, but Jonny kicks out before the ref can get into position, and gets to his feet as quickly as Joe does. STJ moves in to lock up again, but Fly avoids the collar and elbow by going low for a single leg takedown. Joe hits the mat, and Jonny drops an elbow across his chest, then rolls to his feet, and stomps STJ's head. Fly shoots the ropes as Joe sits up, holding his forehead, and Jonny comes back with a basement dropkick that slams STJ back down in a prone position.
Zach Davis: Some fast paced action so far, neither man giving any ground willingly.
Erin Robbins: Why would they? This is a combat sport, Zach, not some frilly French surrendering contest.
Zach Davis: Don't discriminate against the French. I'll remind you that they created the sport of parkour.
Erin Robbins: Ah, yes. The fine art of running away.
Fly pulls Joe to his feet, and tries to throw him to the ropes, but STJ reverses the momentum, pulls Jonny in, and hits him with a shoulder block that sends Fly to the canvas. Joe keeps hold of the arm, and uses it to drag Jonny back up, and whips him into the ropes instead. STJ bends down for a back body drop, but telegraphs the move, and Fly nails a swift kick to the chest that straightens Joe up. STJ steps in with a fist cocked, and Jonny tosses him with an arm drag that sends him almost out of the ring. Fly runs in looking for a clothesline as Joe stands up, but the People's Pastor low bridges him, and Jonny tumbles down to the floor. STJ rolls under the bottom rope to join Fly on the outside, and whips him into the barricade as the referee begins to count them out. Joe grabs Jonny's head, walks him over to the ring, and tries to slam his face off the apron, but Fly blocks the attempt, and fires an elbow into STJ's midsection, then drives Joe's head into the apron. Jonny rolls into the ring to break the count, then back out to the floor.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly is no stranger to the hardcore element of wrestling; he's almost as comfortable outside the ring as he is flying through the air.
Erin Robbins: True enough, but Steeltoe Joe knows a thing or two about brawling as well.
Zach Davis: That he does. Neither man truly has the advantage at this point.
Erin Robbins: That's about to change!
Fly rushes the dazed Pastor, but Joe's instincts kick in, and he catches Jonny with a flapjack that drops him face first across the ring steps. Fly rolls around on the ground holding his nose, but only for a moment, as STJ pulls him up to his feet, and rolls him back into the ring. Joe slides in as Jonny pulls himself up in the corner, and the Pastor moves in on his prey. Fly fends him off with a kick to the face, then sits on the top turnbuckle and carefully climbs to his feet. STJ shakes his head to clear away the stars he's seeing, and returns his attention to Jonny just as he leaps out of the corner with a missile dropkick. Fly pops to his feet, then hops over the People's Pastor, and springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault; he hooks a leg on impact, and the ref hits the mat.
Joe kicks out with gusto, and the ref backs out of the way. Jonny lays a few forearm clubs on the Holy Flame, but STJ covers up; absorbing the assault with his own forearms. Fly tries to pull Joe up, but halfway through rising, STJ hits a belly to belly suplex. The People's Pastor shoots the ropes opposite Jonny, while Fly pulls himself up the ropes; in no hurry to get back to his feet. Jonny turns around as Joe comes at him with a full head of steam, and nails a spear that folds Fly in half as the two of them slip through the top and middles ropes, and crash back out onto the thinly padded floor.
Zach Davis: Good Lord! Joe and Fly are both laid out right in front of us after that spear! I can't tell which man got the worst of it!
Erin Robbins: I... I think I saw Jonny grab Joe's head as they were falling; I think he might have countered with a DDT!
Zach Davis: Incredible awareness on Jonny Fly's part. Simply incredible.
Erin Robbins: Simply natural, for him. Incredible is Jonny Fly's middle name.
The ref starts another count, but takes it slow in the hopes that the match won't end in a draw. His hopes are not in vain, as by the count of four, Jonny pushes the limp STJ away from him, and crawls over to the apron, where he pulls himself up. Fly rolls into the ring at six, but Joe comes to his senses at seven, tiredly grabs Jonny's leg at eight, and pulls him back out of the ring to restart the count. The People's Pastor lays a heavy right alongside Fly's jaw, kicks him in the gut, then turns him toward the ring steps, and positions him for a powerbomb. Jonny blocks the lift, and reverses with a back body drop that splays Joe out on the top step; his shoulders and legs hanging off either side. Fly climbs up onto the apron, then jumps off with an elbow drop that dumps STJ on his head as he falls off the steel stairs. Jonny struggles to pull Joe up onto the apron, and rolls him into the ring, then climbs up onto the apron himself.
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe looks to be in trouble here, as Jonny Fly moves to the high-rent district.
Erin Robbins: He can certainly afford it at this point.
Zach Davis: Joe's not moving, and Jonny comes off the top with the Flyswatter! He hits it!
Erin Robbins: It's over.
The ref slides in as Fly hooks the leg; Jonny nods along with the count.
(DING DING DING!)
Jonny pushes himself back into a kneel, and throws both fists over his head. He climbs to his feet, and allows the ref to raise his hand as a formality, then exits the ring to the cheering of the crowd.
Zach Davis: What a match!
After the match Joe was just in, you can tell he is tired. He is on his knees as the fans start to cheer because they see something that he doesn’t see. In the blink of an eye Chelsea Armstrong jumps over the guardrail and rolls into the ring. Joe starts to stand to his feet but as he turns around he is hit right in the skull with the People’s Championship by Chelsea Armstrong who has just ran at full speed and knocked the big guy to the ground. Chelsea motions for a mic and she laughs at Joe and the People are cheering. She gets herself a mic and leans over staring at the pained face of Joe.
Zach Davis: What the hell is Chelsea doing here!? Wasn’t she evicted from the arena earlier?
Erin Robbins: Well Chelsea has been one to play by her own rules, I guess she had plans to get her point across one way or another tonight.
Chelsea: How’s it feel Joe? Huh, how’s it feel to be blindsided! How’s it feel to be laying on the ground, laid out by a championship you claim is yours and hear “your” people cheering for it to happen?! Do you know what that means in my eyes? That means that the people have moved on with the times, you’re a thing of the past! No one cares what you do anymore Joe and frankly, I don’t understand why you returned to begin with.
Joe has started to get up but Chelsea knocks him over the head with an elbow forcing him back down as she then places a foot on his chest.
Chelsea: I’m sorry; I don’t believe I’m done yet. Now, as I was saying before Seth comes out and I get thrown out of here again, I have a few things to say. Why did you come back Joe? Did you lose a bet? Because the people obviously don’t want you here, I sure as hell don’t want you here, and I bet deep in that religious heart of yours…you don’t want to be here either. But alas stay for a while, take a nap and dream your sweet delusional dreams because we both know that when the match comes up I will retain MY People’s Championship! The people are in love with someone new Joe…and it isn’t you.
Going to get up Chelsea once against knocks him down this time placing herself on his chest and gazes down glaring into his hazed eyes.
Chelsea: Listen to me, Steel Toe. I have been in this company for almost a year now; within that year you have been replaced. Within that year, you have been pushed into nothingness; you create your own hype because no one else wants you here. I’m going to do you a favor and let you walk out of this ring right now, but come our match…well that might be different. Your time has since been exterminated, there is no more room for one Steel Toe Joe…I am the People’s Champion, and I will do what they want me to do. Are you ready?
Leaning down she places her crimson lips against his forehead leaving a perfect print of her kiss before standing up and rolling out of the ring with her championship. Jumping back over the barricade she turns around staring at the ring as Joe has propped himself up on one arm and is wiping the kiss from his forehead with a heated glare being thrown at Chelsea who laughs before continuing through the crowd.
Anthony sits in a chair looking down. Hank Brown runs up to him with a camera crew.
Hank Brown: Anthony Douglas, what is going on between you and and the Pantheon?
Anthony says nothing and doesn't look up.
Hank Brown: Are you looking to join the Pantheon?
Anthony stands up and walks away silent. Hank Brown follows.
Hank Brown: Have you given up this war you have declared and decided to work within the WCF protocol?
Anthony turns his head and takes the microphone.
Anthony Douglas: Screw. . .your. . .protocol.
Anthony Douglas drops the mic and continues walking. Hank Brown picks up the microphone, begins to follow, but sees Anthony Douglas flip him off without turning back to look at him.
Hank Brown: Maybe now wouldn't be the best time to talk to him. Back to you, Zack and Erin.
Out in the parking lot, a camera catches Hyena stalking out through a fire door with an expression that speaks of pure murder. His eyes light up, and he breaks into a run as the camera turns around to find the intended target. Walking through the parking lot, with his back to the camera, is Jay Omega, bouncing a set of car keys in his palm. Hyena crashes into him from behind with a lariat that drops him to the asphalt.
Hyena: Found you, fucker!
Hyena rolls Omega over with a fist clenched and cocked, then pauses when he catches sight of the terror-stricken face beneath him; a face that does not belong to Jay Omega.
Hyena: The fuck? Who the hell are you?
Man: N-Nolan Crane.
An Airwalk skate shoe crashes into the side of Hyena's head, knocking him off Crane.
Jay Omega: My stand-in.
With a bloodthirsty growl, Hyena surges to his feet, and begins brawling with the real Omega. The two throw strikes back and forth; Hyena's offense consisting mainly of fists to the head and ribs, while Jay favors elbow and knee strikes. Hyena steps back a pace as Omega brings up a knee, then catches the leg, and hooks Jay for a Fisherman's suplex. Omega pulls his head free, then grab the back of Hyena's head and jumps up, driving his other knee up under the Manimal's jaw. Hyena reels back, then charges at Jay for a spear, but Omega sidesteps him, and throws Hyena over the hood of a beat up Honda Civic. Jay quickly turns to Crane, who is back on his feet, and slaps him on the shoulder, then dives between a black Lincoln Navigator and a dark blue BMW Z4.
Jay Omega: Run, dumbass!
With a panicked look, Nolan takes off in a sprint, unwisely choosing to head in the direction Hyena had disappeared. His mistake is fully realized when Hyena ambushes him with a spear, and begins throwing blind punches to the ribs. The Manimal moves to a kneeling position, and grabs a handful of hair, then stops when he sees who he's hitting.
Hyena: Oh, God dammit!
An engine roars to life, followed by the squealing of tires, and a silver Aston Martin zips past the two, the horn honking twice as it does so. The car fishtails out of the parking lot, and disappears into the night, leaving a frustrated Hyena in its wake.
Hyena: This isn't over! I'll get you next time, Omega! Next time!
For punctuation, he slams a fist into the face of Crane, then stands up, and stomps back toward the arena to prepare for his match.
Kyle Steel: Our next match is one fall...and it is for the WCF Cinema Championship!! Introducing first...
"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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent..standing in at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds...Cormack MacNeill!!!
Deeds Not Words hits the P A system as the crowd bursts out in a mixture of boos and cheers. Cormack walks out, heading towards the ring. With a sidelong glance to the fans who seem to boo him more than cheer him, he strides down tot he ring.
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, eyes locked on John Gable.
Zach Davis: Gable giving up a lot of size to MacNeill, but you have to think he's the quicker of the two.
Erin Robbins: And the champion, which is always a benefit.
Both men walk to the center of the ring and try and stare each other down. MacNeill looking down and Gable looking up. The referee moves to ring the bell.
DING DING DING
At the bell both men start throwing punches, really tossing bombs.
Kyle Steel: Not wasting any time here, going right at it shot for shot, man to man.
Erin Robbins: Not a good idea for the champ Zach, MacNeill has that boxing background AND he's stronger
Zach Davis: Good point Erin. Wait, I don't think I've ever said that before...
Back in the ring, MacNeill is indeed getting upper hand, driving gable back against the ropes with a onslaught of hooks and uppercuts, stunning the smaller man. MacNeill whips him into the far side ropes, ducking a shoulder to flip him, only to have Gable rolls over top of him and land on his feet.
Zach Davis: Amazing counter by Gable. And he follows up with a dropkick!
Erin Robbins: Lucky shot..
Gable catches a turning MacNeill with a standing dropkick that knocks him to the canvas. He follows up with a jumping elbow drop to the chest of the bigger man, causing him to roll over and get to his knees. Moving in to follow up on MacNeill, he catches a thumb to the eye backing him off.
Zach Davis: MacNeill breaking up Gable's rhythm with a well placed thumb to the eye socket.
Erin Robbins: Smart move by the challenger.
Gable staggers back, grabbing his eye and blinking while MacNeill gets to his feet and moves in, driving a knee to the midsection of his opponent. MacNeill whips him into the far corner and charges in after, driving a shoulder to the midsection and several shots to the head.
Zach Davis: One dirty move and MacNeill's in charge.
Erin Robbins: And they say cheaters never win Zach. They're wrong
MacNeill drags Gable out of the corner and plants him with a spinebuster. He follows up with several kicks to the back and sides, causing Gable to roll around trying to avoid the blows. Cormack stops to trade insults with the fans flipping them the finger as behind him Gable slowly regains his feet, hand rubbing his lower back
Zach Davis: MacNeill wasting time with he fans instead of paying attention to whats going on in the ring. Rookie mistake.
Erin Robbins: He's just telling these no-brainers whats what. Someone has to Zach.
Cormack turns back to Gable and catches a right hook to the jaw which staggers him a bit. Pressing the advantage, Gable sling s another, and another, causing MacNeill to back pedal for the ropes, sliding under them and away from the ring.
Zach Davis: Running away, Gable really has him running.
Erin Robbins: Just taking a breather Zach, nothing wrong with that.
Gable slides under the ropes and chases after him. MacNeill turns the corner and spins around, catching a running Gable with a boot to the stomach, doubling him over. He follows up by grabbing Gable and throwing him into the ringpost, with a loud clang
Zach Davis: Ouch, that's got to hurt. That can't be legal!
A staggered Gable swings at MacNeill, who steps back and runs in with a bicycle kick
Zach Davis: The Hangover.! He's going for the Instant Hangover...but no! Gable slid out of the way!
A dazed Gable slid down the ring post, causing MacNeill to catch nothing but net...or post in this case. He staggers back and drops to a knee, clutching the other once and wincing. Gable pulls himself to his feet and rolls into the ring as he hears the ref counts
MacNeill rolls under the bottom rope, still favoring that leg. gable, seeing an advantage, lands a kick to that leg, causing MacNeill to howl in pain. And another, and another. Short sharp kicks to the injured leg, MacNeill finally dropping to the mat and clutches the knee. gable follows up quickly with several knee drops to the face. Picking his opponent up, Gable hits an inverted DDT, driving MacNeill back to the mat.
Zach Davis: John Gable in championship form tonight.
Erin Robbins: But don't count the challenger out.
Zach Davis: Both men are tough as nails.
Gable grabs the downed mans leg and throws a kick into the knee, then another, and another, working that soft spot. MacNeill rolls and turns, trying to get out but to no avail as Gable slaps in a leglock, cranking back on the limb. MacNeill reaches back, feeling for the ropes, finally landing his hand on one and clutching it. The referee motions to break it up, but Gable keeps cranking on it. The ref starts a count
Gable releases the hold, and turns to argue with the referee.
Zach Davis: Bad time to argue with the referee John Gable.
Erin Robbins: it was a quick count. He has a right to be mad. You tell em Johnny.
MacNeill meanwhile has pulled himself up on the ropes and is flexing that leg. He puts full weight on it briefly, then hobbles again as the referee turns around and asks him if he's ok. Gable is held back as MacNeill tests the leg, but waves off the referee. Cormack moves forward, but stumbles and drops to one knee. Gable rushes in to take advantage, and catches a, low blow from MacNeill that sends him staggering to the ropes, clutching his family jewels.
Zach Davis: Low blow from MacNeill! That's gotta hurt. Come on ref!
Erin Robbins: All's fair when the ref isn't looking Zach!
Gable turns back, still cradling his junk, and meets a charging MacNeill, who's shoulder drives him into the corner, knocking the wind out of him. He points to the knee and smiles before turning Gable around and charging in with a shoulder to the small of the back. Gable slumps in the corner, eyes glazed as MacNeill drives shoulder after shoulder into the lower back.
Zach Davis: This is a level of sadistic violence that we haven't seen from MacNeill before.
Erin Robbins: Titles bring out the best, and the worst in people Zach
MacNeill grabs Gable in a double hammerlock and lifts him in the air walking backwards as Gable struggles to get out.
Zach Davis: Its the Citadel! Gable is in the Citadel! No! He's out!
Gable gets one arm free, and uses it to swing around the other, planting MacNeill with a DDT. Moving quickly he pulls a stunned MacNeill to his feet and sets him up for a scissors DDT
Zach Davis: Some like ti Hot! Gable's going for it! No!
MacNeill lifts Gable in the air, and slams him down on his lower back, breaking the hold. Both men lay there for a moment, with the ref counting
Zach Davis: Both men worn down by a very physical contest. Leaving it all out there, holding nothing back.
Erin Robbins: Two of the toughest men in WCF, and they are proving it tonight!
Both men regain their feet and charge, Gable ducking under a clothesline, both men running to the far ropes and coming back...
Both men rebounding, and Gable kicks MacNeill in the gut, following up with a DDT
Zach Davis; Some Like it Hot! He hit the DDT! Gable rolling over into the pin
Erin Robbins: Gable wins!!!
Gable stands up and gets his arm raised. He looks out into the crowd, weary.
Zach Davis: It's almost as if John Gable is just waiting for someone to beat him, Erin. Cormack gave him a hell of a fight, but Gable still won here tonight.
Erin Robbins: Well he DOES have Easton waiting for his shot at some point, Zach.
Zach Davis: And now we have to go the back when Hank Brown has caught up with one of the participants in tonight’s World Title Contender First Blood Battle Royal.
The show cuts to the back of the arena. Hank Brown is standing in front of a WCF Slam backdrop with Colin Marshall standing next to him.
Hank Brown: Marshall, you have a big opportunity tonight to become the Number One Contender for the World Title. How are you feeling?
ICE: I can answer that.
Natural ICE Beckman comes walking up to the interview area and rudely interrupts the interview.
Colin Marshall: Natty ICE...what I can do for you?
Colin puts his hands on his hips and stares the champion dead in the eye.
ICE: Just wanted to make sure you told the WCF the truth about your opportunity tonight.
Colin Marshall: Oh yeah, and what is that?
ICE: That you know you don’t belong anywhere near a match with me; that you are over your head in a match like this, with so much on the line.
Colin Marshall: I am so sick of guys like you ICE. You think that belt is what makes you, how you hold your validity. I hope you do hold on to that belt, just so I can take it away from you.
ICE: Good Luck with that.
Colin Marshall: Luck is for the weak, I earn my success. Something you wouldn’t know anything about, since you only earned that title after turning to the dark side with the Vapor Kings.
ICE: You know what Marshall, I just changed my mind. I hope you do win, so I can end your career once and for all with my Cocktailed Crossface.
Colin Marshall: The only thing ending around here is your title reign, ICE.
Hank Brown: Um, this is getting tense back here...Zach, back to you.
ICE Beckman and The Marshall continue to stare down one another as the show goes back to the full arena shot.
Zach Davis: Thanks Hank.
Erin Robbins: That was one of Hank’s best interviews ever!
Zach Davis: What? Hank barely even talked.
Erin Robbins: Exactly.
The camera opens in a plush lounge located inside of the Wachovia Center. A sight seemingly replicated a million times over the past ten years, it is obvious to many a fan that it is the temporary office of Seth Lerch, the owner of WCF Wrestling. Dressed smartly in a suit and tie as he sits comfortably in an armchair in front of his desk, the mogul is busy typing into a laptop; no doubt focused on his business dealings and on-goings in the business.
Suddenly, a smattering of knocks can be heard on his door, before the three Men For Hire stride in without so much as a ‘how-do-you-do’. The trio march right up to Seth’s desk, staring the man down. Gulping visibly, the CEO tries to figure out what is happening.
Seth Lerch: I…I…I… ahem - What do you three want!
The skinny thug, quite obviously the ringleader of this unorthodox group, smirks, his teeth glinting in the slight darkness of the room. The tall hoodlum and the shorter one stands menacingly at the side, glaring down at the boss of the WCF.
The Skinny Hoodlum: I believe you know who the three of us are, no?
A bead of perspiration trickles down Seth’s forehead. The skinny thug’s smile grows.
The Skinny Hoodlum: Of course you do. Now that Doctor Remus is out of action for the foreseeable future, with what that idiot Cormack MacNeill did to him… it lies to us to execute his plans.
He lies an arm casually around Seth’s shoulder. The man flinches.
The Skinny Hoodlum: You know of the Scientist’s feud with that ape Alexander Richards, and you most definitely know that Cormack and Remus aren’t exactly lovebirds. This means that both of the idiots are on our radar, and by hook or by crook… they are going to pay for what they did to the Doctor. It’s just a matter of time.
He relinquishes his grasp on the CEO, before tilting his head to the side to the short hoodlum, who seems to be holding a contract of sorts in his hand.
The Skinny Hoodlum: So… let’s get down to business. We, the Men For Hire, have a proposition for you.
The short goon coughs softly, before brandishing the contract on the table.
The Short Hoodlum: We may not be full-fledged employees of the WCF, but rather contracted staff by association of Doctor Micayle. We hereby want a match against BOTH Alexander Richards and Cormack MacNeill come Revenge.
Seth doesn’t speak, instead fixating his eyes on the contract. He quickly studies it, before announcing out loud in a stricken voice.
Seth Lerch: You lot just can’t come in here and demand a match! As you said, you aren’t contracted staff! I have half a mind to just arrest you for what you did to Richards at Ultimate Showdown anyways! Interfering with the business?
However, his voice trails off as the tall and burly hoodlum - the largest of the three - cracks his knuckles menacingly. The skinny one laughs mockingly at that, before pointing a finger at Seth.
The Skinny Hoodlum: I don’t think you understand the magnitude of the situation, boss man. You can reject our request, put us in custody, ban us from the building, and more. But like it or not, we will still be here until we fulfil our contract to Doctor Remus - and that is to take out both Alexander Richards and Cormack MacNeill.
He lowers his finger.
The Skinny Hoodlum: We just thought that putting forward an official inquiry would allow us to continue this business dealing as best as we can with minimal disruption. Approve our match at Revenge, and be it a win or a loss, we will part ways with the WCF once and for all. Reject it… and we will still get our hands on those two. And Oblivion, for that matter, seeing that he is currently associated with that idiot Richards.
The Skinny Hoodlum: It’s just business. Two matches at Revenge. Shorty and the Hulk here against Oblivion and Richards, while Cormack goes up against myself in a singles match. Just one night for us to settle our debt to the Doctor, and one night to earn our paycheque.
He stares at Seth for a couple of seconds in silence, before signalling to his compatriots, and turning around. Before the Men For Hire walk out of the room, a small cry is heard.
The Skinny Hoodlum: We expect an answer next week, Seth.
The screen fades to black as Seth gazes into space, clearly in deep thought about the prospect of the two matches.
Zach Davis: Main event time! The winner of this match will face ICE Beckman at Revenge.
Erin Robbins: This is the match of these men's careers, Zach.
"Devil's Dance" hits the air and at the first guitar lick, Anthony Douglas comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd and doesn't care for their reaction. He is stoic and emotionless.
He walks to the ring with little effort. He slides in from the bottom, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the walkway from one of the far corners for his opponents to show up.
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. He 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, entering the ring and awaiting the start of the match.
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.
Hemotopia by Otep plays over the PA as the lights shut down leaving one spotlight on the stage. 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 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: He may be the Great Destroyer, but we've got the Ultimate Destroyer coming up later in this match!
"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 with and stops and accepts the cheers of the crowd.
He works his way down the entrance ramp and slaps the hands of the adoring fans. When he gets to the ring he leaps onto the apron and wipes his feet before climbing through the top and middle ropes. He runs to one side, jumps on the bottom rope and leans forward making the rock star devil horns and sticking his tongue out at the crowd. The crowd cheers and women scream. He smiles his million dollar smile and he retreats to the corner waiting for the match to begin.
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 as this 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 and leaps up on the apron before climbing the corner on the outside of the ring, he looks around and grabs the top rope jumping into the ring taking his hoodie off.
Ultimate Destroyer runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around (ultimate warrior style) and then starts to beat the hell out of the first person he sees, who just happens to be Hyena!
Zach Davis: HERE WE GO!
The bell sounds and all hell breaks loose! Everyone starts fighting everyone.
Erin Robbins: One of these men will be getting a World Title shot, Zach, and they're gonna give it their all!
Destroyer and Hyena are brawling. Livewire and Anthony Douglas are trading fists. Colin Marshall, Robert Wolf, and Mech-Ana are all fighting one another. Alex Jones runs up behind Wolf and drops him with a Reverse DDT.
Zach Davis: The only way to eliminate an opponent is by making him bleed, Erin. Can... can Mech-Ana even bleed?
Erin Robbins: Good question.
Jones stomps Wolf repeatedly before lifting him up and putting him in a Hammerlock. He then drops him with a Clothesline - no! - Wolf ducks it and executes a Capture Suplex!
Zach Davis: Great Suplex!
Meanwhile Ana has Marshall down and she's stomping away at him. She lifts him up and throws him to the ropes before lifting him up...
Erin Robbins: GORILLA PRESS! What strength!
Anthony Douglas, meanwhile, has just taken Livewire down with a Russian Legsweep. He stomps him viciously on the forehead before throwing him into the corner and scraping his boot against his face.
Zach Davis: Smart move by Anthony Douglas. Immediately go for blood. That's what you've got to do to win this.
Destroyer and Hyena are still brawling; Destroyer has Hyena down. He lifts him up and grabs his throat, but Hyena kicks him in the stomach, breaking free. He goes to throw Destroyer into the ropes but Destroyer reverses it and sends Hyena running instead. As Hyena comes back he hits Destroyer with a Superman Punch!
Erin Robbins: What a punch! Destroyer is down!
But he doesn't stay down for long. He gets back to his feet.. right into a Discus Punch from Hyena!
Zach Davis: The Great Destroyer takes down the Ultimate Destroyer with punch after punch!
Destroyer won't stay down! He gets back up but Hyena measures him and runs...
Erin Robbins: CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!
It connects right with Destroyer's face and busts him open!
Zach Davis: Hyena eliminates the Ultimate Destroyer!
Destroyer rolls out of the ring. Hyena turns into a fist from Livewire!
Erin Robbins: Hyena and Livewire renewing their rivalry!
Meanwhile Anthony Douglas and Robert Wolf are brawling now. Douglas has the upper hand, he throws Wolf to the ropes and executes a Spinebuster as he comes back. Douglas follows up with a series of elbow drops.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, we've got Marshall and Ana going at it still!
Ana has Colin on his knees. The Mech takes him down with a vicious Kesagirl Chop. The ref checks to make sure the chop didn't make him bleed; it didn't. Mech-Ana picks him up and hits another chop!, and Colin goes down again.. but he still doesn't bleed.
Erin Robbins: Anyone could be busted open at any time, Zach. This match is part luck, part skill.
Mech-Ana backs up and waits for Colin to get up again. He slowly struggles up and she hits her Bionic Elbow!
Zach Davis: T-800!
Erin Robbins: NO! Colin sidesteps it!
Ana's elbow connects with Alex Jones!
Zach Davis: OH MY! Did Mech-Ana just eliminate Alex Jones!?
No!, he doesn't bleed yet, but Mech-Ana turns towards her intended target and drops him with an Argentine Facebuster. She then turns and is met with a Running Knee Strike from Robert Wolf!
Erin Robbins: Ana's face is protected, unlike anyone else in this match. How is anyone going to stop her?
Wolf stomps at her repeatedly before picking her back up. She starts to fight back, hitting him with a few punches before backing up and running at him. Wolf reverses it by taking her down with a One Armed Side Slam!
Zach Davis: Great reversal by Wolf there!
Ana begins to get back up and once she's kneeling Wolf runs at her and hits a Running Big Boot!
Erin Robbins: Wolf is firmly in control here!
But Mech-Ana won't stay down. Wolf waits for her to get up once more.. he runs at her..
Zach Davis: LARIAT! LARIAT RIGHT TO MECH-ANA'S FACE!
Ana collapses, and the ref signals for an elimination.
Erin Robbins: Ana must be eliminated! I don't see any blood though, what happened?
...No! Robert Wolf is eliminated! His arm connected with the metal mask on Ana's face and it scraped him up, causing him to bleed!
Zach Davis: I don't believe this!
Wolf argues with the ref, saying this is bullshit, but the ref has no choice. Begrudgingly Wolf leaves the ring, heading to the back.
Erin Robbins: We knew Mech-Ana was dangerous, but wow.
Ana did take damage from Wolf's attacks. She's now attacked by Anthony Douglas. He starts stomping at her, wisely staying away from her face. He pulls her in and lifts her..
Zach Davis: Piledriver! Douglas drives Ana's head into the mat!
Douglas gets back up and is spun around by Alex Jones. Jones hits Douglas several times before throwing him to the ropes and hitting an Arm Drag. Douglas gets back up and Jones hits a Snapmare followed by a kick right to Douglas' spine!
Erin Robbins: Douglas rolls out of the ring now.
Jones runs at him and hits a Suicide Dive! He connects perfectly!
Zach Davis: Picture perfect move and - OH! Douglas is bleeding!
Indeed, Douglas is busted open! The ref indicates that he's been eliminated!
Erin Robbins: Pantheon's newest ally has been eliminated! He's still got a US Title contendership match at Revenge to look forward to of course.
Jones gets back up and is immediately met with a chair to his back from Hyena!
Zach Davis: There aren't any rules here tonight - and Hyena is a hardcore competitor. This isn't good for everyone else in this match!
Jones doesn't go down, he turns as Hyena swings the chair wildly. Jones ducks it and goes for a Spinning Heel Kick, hitting Hyena in the gut. Hyena drops the chair. Jones goes for a Vertical Suplex but Hyena shifts his weight and lands behind him. Hyena picks up the chair quickly and as Jones turns Hyena tosses the chair in his face!
Erin Robbins: Is he bleeding?!
Zach Davis: Nope! Not yet!
Hyena picks the chair back up and cracks Jones in the head once more... this time it busts him open!
Erin Robbins: Alex Jones is eliminated!
Hyena takes his chair and gets back into the ring. Livewire quickly goes on the attack, running at Hyena and Dropkicking the chair into his own face!
Zach Davis: OOF!
Hyena doesn't bleed!, but he does lose the chair. Livewire lifts Hyena up and drops him with a Suplex. Livewire gets back up and is spun around by Colin Marshall - who proceeds to hit him with repeated forearm smashes!
Erin Robbins: That is a favorite tactic of Marshall - and a great one for this First Blood match.
He ends it by dropping Livewire with a Reverse DDT. He's quickly spun around by Mech-Ana, however.
Zach Davis: She can't be stopped!
Ana grabs him by the throat...
Erin Robbins: Here comes the Death Lok!
No!, Marshall fights out of it! He runs to the ropes and goes for a running kick, but Ana catches it.
Zach Davis: Marshall reverses - ENZIGURI! He connects with the back of her head!
It was an extremely well placed kick - Ana goes down and she's bleeding from the back of her head! The ref indicates she's been eliminated!
Erin Robbins: Colin Marshall found a way, he eliminated the Mech!
Mech-Ana rolls out of the ring, and we're down to three men.
Zach Davis: One of these three will go on to face ICE Beckman at Revenge. Hyena, Colin Marshall, or Grayson Pierce.
Hyena and Pierce both have stumbled to their feet in separate corners. All three men look at one another, realizing how close they are to a World Title shot. Hyena runs at Livewire but strategically ducks a Clothesline from him, rolls away, right over to the chair he was using earlier. Hyena picks up the chair and swings it at Marshall!
Erin Robbins: THE CHAIR CONNECTS!
Marshall goes down!
Zach Davis: Is he bleeding?
Erin Robbins: No! Not yet!
Hyena swings wildly now at Pierce!, Pierce ducks it. Hyena swings again, Pierce ducks that. Hyena angrily throws the chair at Pierce and Pierce catches it, swinging it at Hyena!
Zach Davis: PIERCE CONNECTS!
Erin Robbins: HYENA GETS A TASTE OF HIS OWN MEDICINE!
Hyena is busted open now!
Zach Davis: LIVEWIRE ELIMINATES HIM!
Erin Robbins: WE'RE DOWN TO TWO MEN!
Hyena rolls out of the ring, holding his head in pain. Livewire gets up and looks across the ring at Colin Marshall.
Zach Davis: THESE TWO MEN ARE ONE MOVE AWAY FROM THE MATCH OF THEIR LIFETIME!
They run at each other, throwing caution to the wind, and begin trading blow after blow! The crowd roars as each man gives it their all, hitting each other with punches right to the face.
Erin Robbins: This is anyone's match!
Crowd: LETS GO LIVEWIRE! LETS GO LIVEWIRE!
Livewire gets the upper hand! He sends Marshall reeling and hits a Standing Dropkick. Marshall goes down and Livewire grabs his legs for a Figure Four.
Zach Davis: Obviously a Figure Four isn't going to make Colin bleed, but it WILL wear him down.
No!, the Outlander kicks Pierce away repeatedly. Marshall gets up and Pierce throws him to the ropes. Marshall hits them, Springboards, and hits the knee to the face!
Erin Robbins: OUTLAND KNEE! OUTLAND KNEE! HE HITS IT!
Zach Davis: IS LIVEWIRE BLEEDING!?
The crowd boos as Marshall yells at the ref to check him...
Erin Robbins: NO! He's not bleeding yet!
Marshall begins stomping away at Livewire's face. Vicious, vicious stomps. He then backs off and begins measuring him.
Zach Davis: Livewire is getting to his feet... The Outlander signals for another Knee!
Once Livewire has stumbled up Marshall runs to the ropes and Springboards one more time!
Erin Robbins: NO! LIVEWIRE AVOIDS IT!
Marshall hits the mat on his feet as Livewire runs to the ropes. Marshall hits the ropes as well and both men run towards each other.
Zach Davis: Marshall and Livewire collide!
They hit head first in the middle of the ring! Both men go down!
Erin Robbins: The first man up could win this match!
Zach Davis: Wait..
The two men collided head first... and both men are bleeding from the forehead.
Erin Robbins: ..what?
The ref signals that the match is over!
Zach Davis: Both Colin Marshall and Grayson Pierce are bleeding! What now?!
The ref has a look of confusion on his face of course. And, naturally, Master of Puppets plays.
Erin Robbins: Here comes Seth.. AGAIN.
Seth steps onto the stage, mic in hand. Both Colin and Grayson are working their way to their feet.
Seth Lerch: It's no secret that I'm not exactly a fan of ICE Beckman or the Vapor Kings. It's no secret that I booked this match hoping to see a breakout superstar, ready to take the belt off of him.
Mixed reaction from the crowd; more LIVEWIRE chants.
Seth Lerch: So you two have given me an interesting choice. I could pick one of you to face ICE, whoever impressed me the most..
The fans know what's going to happen; they boo.
Seth Lerch: OR I could put ICE in a predicament where he doesn't have to get pinned to lose the belt.
Cheer from the crowd.
Seth Lerch: There you have it. TRIPLE THREAT AT REVENGE! Colin Marshall versus Livewire versus ICE BECKMAN!
The crowd cheers!
Zach Davis: What a match!
Erin Robbins: We thought one of these men would have their career made here tonight... but it turns out two did!
Zach Davis: New blood is on the rise, Erin!
With that, Feel Good Inc. hits and the crowd roars as ICE Beckman walks out! He totally ignores Seth as he walks onto the stage. Seth glares at him as Beckman looks towards his two opponents in the ring. Colin and Pierce both look towards Beckman as he unbuckles the World Title, takes it off and raises it high into the air.
Erin Robbins: That's all we've got time for tonight folks.. see you next week!
Slam fades out with Beckman holding the belt up, taunting Colin Marshall and Livewire.