The scene turns back stage where it appears that someone is holding a portable camera facing Gray Pierce who appears to be wearing nothing but an acoustic guitar.
Livewire: Ladies and Gentlemen, I have been inundated with challenges on social media to take part in the Ice bucket Challenge for ALS. So I'm here to do it, wearing nothing but this acoustic guitar while singing the famous folk song 'give peace a chance'. But before I do I want to mention that I will be donating $500 to the cause anyway and I believe it is custom to pay the challenge forward, so I challenge Jay Omega and Seth Lerch to do the same. Take this Ice Bucket Challenge AND pay into the charity. Put your money where your mouth is. $500 dollars is a lot to me, but it should be pocket change to you all.
Now, without further ado, this is @livewire84 doing the Ice Bucket Challenge.
The camera pans out and shows a 5 gallon bucket on a pulley system above Gray. He starts strumming the guitar and singing as the rope is pulled
Livewire: All I am saying... is give peace a ch.... oooooohhhhhaaaaaaaaggggggghhhhhh cold, cold, cold cold!
Grays runs off to grab a towel and the scene fades.
"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: I like how Scholes doesn’t waste our time when it comes to his entrance. He’s straight to business.
The house lights dim, and the arena fades to darkness, accompanied by red and orange mood lighting. The cameras pan around the sold out arena showing the members of the WCF Galaxy waiting in anticipation. Soon a distinct sound of multiple horses galloping is heard. With this the cameras pan back to the stage as we see entrance graphics employing visuals of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The horsemen utter the words “Apocalypse Now”, when suddenly two columns of fire shoot from the sides of the stage as “My Apocalypse” by Metallica begins to play.
Zach Davis: Oh no! He’s baaack! Apocalypse is here!
Erin Robbins: Ugh not this freak again…
The flames on the stage continue to burn and an explosion is heard as a blast of smoke was set off at the back of the stage. Fog and dry ice begin to envelope the stage as the music continues to play.
Feel thy name extermination
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 315 pounds, from Your Darkest Fears...The Manifestation of Devastation...A-A-A-APOC-A-LY-Y-Y-P-P-S-S-S-EE-E!!
Zach Davis: Here we go! Its time for two of the most powerful WCF Superstars to collide!
Erin Robbins: APOC Vs. Shawn Scholes…This should prove most interesting…
Brown strobe lights begin to flash throughout the arena as the camera pans to where Apocalypse normally enters, but he doesn’t. The house lights come on and Apocalypse is nowhere to be found much to the dismay of the crowd who start booing as Apocalypse’s theme keeps playing in anticipation of him making his entrance. Meanwhile Shawn Scholes doesn’t look impressed as he is kept waiting.
Zach Davis: Apocalypse hasn’t made his way out here yet? Wonder what’s keeping him?
Erin Robbins: The dumb idiot probably forgot he had a match tonight…
Suddenly gasps and screams are heard from the crowd and the camera pans back to the ring where we see Apocalypse has crawled from a hole in the ring catching Scholes off guard. Apocalypse grabs Scholes by the legs and tries to pull him into the hole.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Scholes kicks away at APOC’s face trying to break free as the referee tries to restore order.
Zach Davis: Apocalypse came from under the ring! Apocalypse distracted Scholes and is now trying to pull him into the hole! Scholes
Erin Robbins: I don’t blame him, God knows what freaky things would be done to him if APOC manages to get him in the hole.
Zach Davis: Scholes gets free! Scholes hit Apocalypse with a nasty Headbutt to the head stunning The Beast.
Scholes breaks free from Apocalypse’s grip and manages to crawl out of the whole. Apocalypse then smiles at Scholes and crawls out of the hole.
DING! DING! DING!
Scholes and Apocalypse meet in the center of the ring. The young hotshot Scholes makes the first move grabbing Apocalypse’s arm going for a Irish whip. No! Apocalypse reverses with an Irish whip of his own sending Scholes into the turnbuckles.
Apocalypse goes for a body avalanche in the corner but Scholes dodges it as Apocalypse crashes into the turnbuckles.
Scholes charges into Apocalypse in the corner of the ring without leaving his feet, crushing them into the turnbuckle.
Scholes strikes Apocalypse throat with an open hand uppercut.
Zach Davis: Scholes is on Apocalypse like white on rice! He’s not letting up!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Scholes fires off three more Head butts taking Apocalypse down to his knees.
As Apocalypse leans on the middle rope Sholes heads to the outside.
Zach Davis: Scholes crashes into the ring post while going for a running front drop kick to Apocalypse, who moved at the last
Apocalypse smiles as Scholes falls to the ground. He catches his breath before rolling underneath the bottom rope meeting Scholes on the outside. The referee starts the count.
Apocalypse helps Scholes back to his feet and grabs him by the arm.
Apocalypse Irish whips Scholes into the barricade!
Apocalypse grabs Scholes by the arms again and tries to Irish whip Scholes into the ringpost but Scholes reverses!
Apocalypse goes head-first into the ring post as a sickening thud is heard. Scholes follows up rolling APOC into the ring and making
Scholes can’t believe Apocalypse kicked out but stays on him. Scholes is back to his feet, along with Apocalypse!
Apocalypse strikes Scholes throat with an open hand uppercut.
Zach Davis: Thumb to the eye! And the referee didn’t see it!
Apocalypse gains the advantage with a thumb to the eye of Scholes.
Apocalypse connects with a throat thrust.
Apocalypse grasps Scholes's neck, lifts him up, and slams him to the mat.
Zach Davis: Apocalypse could be preparing to finish Scholes off.
Erin Robbins: No!
Apocalypse measures Scholes as he is getting back to his feet. Once Scholes is up, Apocalypse lets out a squeal before lifting Scholes in a fireman’s carry across his shoulders.
Zach Davis: FALL OF MAN! Apocalypse connects with the spin-out fireman’s carry facebuster!
Scholes flips over onto back after impact and Apocalypse goes for the cover.
Erin Robbins: Apocalypse wins!
The bell sounds as Apocalypse gets to his feet to get his arm raised. Scholes rolls out of the ring and is pissed, while Apocalypse is grinning ear to ear.
Zach Davis: Apocalypse steals one! After a thumb to the eye, choke slam, and the Fall of Man, Apocalypse is victorious!
Erin Robbins: He cheated! Maybe if the referee was doing his job the result could have been different! Ugh!
Erin Robbins: Wow, what a match that was. Now I hear that Zach Brown is backstage with one of the members of the Main Event tonight Gray Pierce. Zach.
The scene switches backstage where Zach Brown is with Gray Pierce.
Zach Brown: Thank you, Erin. I am here with "The Livewire" Grayson Pierce in another one on one interview with the man. Gray, you are competing in a tag team match with one of your opponents for the World Title next week. how do you think you two will work together tonight?
Livewire: Colin and I both want to win tonight. We want ICE Beckman to be on his heels when facing off against us next week. We both know that the new blood of the WCF will be reigning supreme in the WCF in just a short time. We have trained separately and we have trained together. The obvious cohesiveness of the Vapor Kings will not be an advantage to them tonight. Tonight Colin and I will team up and work as one, but next week all bets are off. I hope you're listening to me Colin, because I know that I'm ready for tonight, but don't let our unified front fool you, because next week it will be a war and I will be walking out of Revenge, and my home town, as WCF Champion.
Zach Brown: Confidence is radiating from that man, lets see if he can back up his words in the ring. Back to you!
As we come back from commercial, Biohazard and Tyler Walker are already in the ring.
Zach Davis: What a crazy entrance by BioWalker this week. They had a trapeze artist! Sorry we couldn't put it on TV; there was too much nudity.
"Devil's Dance" hits the air and at the first guitar lick, Anthony comes out wearing a full length black leather duster, fingerless gloves and sunglasses. He looks at the crowd and doesn't care for their reaction. He is stoic and emotionless.
He walks to the ring with little effort. He slides in from the bottom, removes his glasses and jacket, then watches the walkway from one of the far corners for his opponent to show up. He never takes his eyes off his opponent.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponents before finally sliding into the ring.
Erin Robbins: This is Jonny Fly's greatest challenge to date. Here we go.
Douglas looks at Fly, and Fly indicates for Douglas to start the match and show him what he's got. Biohazard starts the match for his team. Douglas runs at him and takes him down with a football tackle!
Zach Davis: Biohazard and Tyler Walker randomly decided to attack Anthony Douglas last week for no apparent reason.. so yeah Douglas has revenge on his mind.
Douglas gets to his feet as Biohazard stumbles up. Biohazard spits TOXIC OOZE!, but Douglas is able to duck it and the ooze dissipates into the air. Douglas then takes Biohazard down with a Russian Legsweep.
Erin Robbins: Pantheon did come to Douglas' aid, thanks to the fact that Pantheon and Douglas seem to have many of the same enemies.
Douglas stomps at Biohazard several times before lifting him back up and hitting him with a few more vicious strikes. He then tosses him into the turnbuckle and lifts him up onto the second rope.
Zach Davis: Douglas deciding to go high risk.
Douglas climbs up and takes Biohazard down with a second turnbuckle Superplex! The crowd pops as Fly claps for Douglas, nodding in approval. Douglas floats over and goes for the pin.
No!, Walker breaks it up.
Erin Robbins: Fly could've intercepted that.. but he wants to see what Douglas can do on his own.
Zach Davis: Has Fly ever wrestled Walker one on one? Sounds like a One calibur kind of match.
Walker lifts Douglas up but Douglas breaks away from him and drops him with a Snap DDT! Walker rolls out of the ring as Biohazard attacks now. Douglas sidesteps him as Biohazard hits the ropes, bounces back... Douglas takes him down with a Spinebuster!
Erin Robbins: Oof! Vicious!
Wasting no time now that Walker is out, Douglas grabs Biohazard's legs and twists them....
Zach Davis: DARK SUN! He's got it locked in!
Within moments, Biohazard is forced to tap out.
Erin Robbins: Anthony Douglas wins this one!
Zach Davis: As does Jonny Fly, but yes!
Douglas' music hits as he gets his arm raised. He turns towards Fly, who simply nods and exits, not joining in on the celebration.
Erin Robbins: What does this mean? Is Pantheon considering taking on Anthony Douglas?
Zach Davis: They just got Daniel Booker, Erin. Another new member so soon? That isn't like them.
Erin Robbins: We'll see!
Fly leaves as Douglas celebrates.
Brandon Cross, Hyena's manager, is pacing around the parking lot, looking agitated. He stops as he nearly crashes into his client as he appears almost from nowhere. He looms over Brandon, scowling.
Brandon: Oh, thank Christ, there you are. Look, Nathan, we need to talk---
Hyena cuts him off with a growl.
Hyena: You can talk all you like. I've made up my mind. If Omega can't keep his meat hooks to himself he's got a fight on his hands. Now get the fuck out of my way while I hunt down the asshole.
Hyena moves toward the entrance of the building, while Brandon rushes around in front of him, holding out a placating hand.
Brandon: Will you listen to me, goddammit? You've got a huge match ahead of you here. This is the biggest name you've faced in the ring. I can't have you going medieval at a time like this, risking injury and god knows what else before the match even starts. For God's sake, I don't want to be stuck in an office above a bowling alley forever, and I've sunk a considerable amount of time and energy---
Brandon is cut off as Hyena produces a megaphone in his hand and shouts very loudly through it.
Hyena: I'M SORRY, BRANDON, I CAN'T HEAR YOU, I'M TALKING THROUGH A MEGAPHONE!
Brandon covers his ears with a pained expression on his face. Hyena lowers the megaphone with a smirk.
Hyena: Now, you were saying?
Brandon blinks, uncomprehending, obviously unable to hear Hyena through the ringing in his ears.
Hyena raises his eyebrows.
Hyena: Oh you were finished? Good. I'm not here for status or fame. I'm not here to win titles. I won't turn down any that come my way but the whole reason I show up each week is to give the sea of ignorant mouth breathers on the couches at home and in the stands some blood and battle to make their dull lives complete. That, and because it's fucking fun to get in scraps with people, which is precisely what I intend to do with the thief. Now get out of my way and let me do what I do best.
Hyena hands Brandon the megaphone and strides toward the entrance, kicking down the door with a snarl and stalking off into the hall. Brandon just stares after him, shaking his head.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to WCF! I'm Zach Davis alongside my broadcast partner, Erin Robbins.
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.
Zach Davis: This man, known as Cain, really impressed in his debut match against Doc Henry and The Lone Borg last sunday.
Erin Robbins: If he keeps his headstrong, Robert Wolf has a hell of a fight here tonight.
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.
Zach Davis: Robert Wolf has to be looking to come back from that main event last sunday. A first blood eight man battle royal...all for the sake of being number one contender to the WCF World Championship.
Erin Robbins: It's cutthroat out there, Zach. You've got to do what you've got to get ahead and be at the top in this business.
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Cain comes at Robert, attempting a hard clothesline out of the gate, but Wolf ducks him arm and runs at the ropes. Wolf bounces off the ropes and hits Cain with a hard lariat. Cain stumbles backwards and leans against the ropes. Wolf runs back against the ropes and runs toward Cain again, hitting him with another rough lariat and the two bound over the top rope.
Zach Davis: Wolf knocks both men out of the ring. This one's spilling out right in front of us now, Erin.
They both hit the mat with a crash and struggle to stand to their feet. The referee begins the count out.
Robert Wolf gets to his feet.
Cain begins to stand up, using the announce table as a crutch.
Wolf grabs Cain by the head and smashes it down onto the announce table.
Zach Davis: What an impact!
Erin Robbins: That was a sick thud Zach!
Wolf rolls Cain into the ring then slides in behind him. He covers Cain.
Cain's shoulder comes off the mat, barely making it to a two count. Wolf gets to his feet and as Cain slowly starts to get to his knees. Wolf bounces off the ropes and goes to knee Cain in the head...but Cain dodges at the last minute, sending Robert off balance. Cain comes up behind him and hits him with a hard back suplex!
Zach Davis: Ouch! Just like that the momentum has shifted in favor of Cain!
Erin Robbins: Wolf needs to get his head back in the game if he wants to get ahead of this monster!
Wolf grabs the back of his head as the two hit the mat. Cain gets up quickly and pulls Wolf to his feet. He leans him against the ropes and begins slapping his chest hard with his large hands, each one landing with a THUNK! Cain irish whips Wolf against the ropes and as he comes back, lifts him up and hits a perfect oklahoma slam. Wolf hits the mat hard and Cain covers him for a pinfall.
Zach Davis: Wolf gets the shoulder up.
Erin Robbins: This one continues!
Cain lifts Robert to his feet, moves him to the corner, then slaps him hard across the chest. He irish whips Robert into the opposite corner, then charges after him. Cain goes for a full blown lariat but Robert dodges at the last second and Cain bounces off of the turnbuckle. Robert grabs Cain around the waist and throws him back for a german suplex. He keeps the hold locked tight for the pinfall.
Cain muscles out, getting his shoulders off of the mat.
Zach Davis: That was a close one for Cain!
They climb to their feet and Wolf charges Cain. Cain grabs Wolf around the waist and lifts him off the ground. Wolf twists around and ends up on top of Cain’s shoulder. Cain goes for another Oklahoma slam…but Wolf grabs the ropes, holding them both in place. Cain tries to pull Wolf away but Wolf holds on tight to the ropes. He maneuvers around and locks Cain in the Inconvenient Truth out of nowhere.
Zach Davis: Oh my god…showing great presence and turning this match around like that!
Erin Robbins: This one could be over!
The referee gets in close to Cain…
Zach Davis: That’s it! He tapped!
Erin Robbins: This one’s done!
Robert lets go and Cain grabs his neck in pain. “Wrecking Ball” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play as Robert celebrates his victory over Cain. The scene fades out.
The scene cuts backstage where Shaun Zach and Alex Richards are talking.
Shaun Zach: You have a big match tonight against Jayson Price.
Alex Richards: I know that.
Shaun Zach: So what I'm saying is. Watch out for those goons.
Alex Richards: Which goons?
Shaun Zach: The Men For Hire.
Alex Richards: Men At Work? Men With Hats?
Shaun Zach: You know who I'm taking about!
Alex Richards: I'm just screwing with you Zach. I know Doc Anus' boys. He couldn't stay out of the hospital himself so he sicced the goon squah on me. Well two can play at the men for hire guy. I totally bribed the hospital kitchen staff to put baby food in your meals. So there!
Shaun Zach: That's your big revenge plot. He's probably not even in the hospital anymore!
Alex Richards: Big revenge. Wait until he gets back. Then I'll show you big revenge. But in the mean time I don't like being threatened. I don't know if Seth is going to schedule the Men For Hire against me and Oblivion at Revenge but I will say this. I accept your challenge for any show, any time. On one condition. I don't want to wrestle you. I want to fight you. I don't want to beat you under wrestling rules. I want to beat you unconcious with a steel chair. I want to cut you open with barbed wire. Men For Hire.. I want you in a no disqualification street fight match! Let's see if you boys have as much guts as you claim. Because when it's over Obi and I will be standing tall.. He'll be calling you bitches and I'll be shouting YOLO ADRIAN! I GOT IT! BOOOOOOOOOOM!
Slam returns from commercial. Zach Davis on the left and Erin Robbins is sitting on the right side, of the commentary table.
Zach Davis: Welcome back. Our next match will have the newcomer Hyena facing off against The Monster Oblivion.
Erin Robbins: Hyena said recently that Oblivion does not scare him.
Zach Davis: Oblivion scares me.
Erin Robbins: You're no Hyena. Hyena understands that he is THE underdog in this match.
Zach Davis: Oblivion has the size difference, more experience. In fact, I would go as far and say Oblivion is meaner than Hyena. Hyena claims to be an animal....
Erin Robbins: But Oblivion.... IS A MONSTER!! Monsters eat animals. But, I am supposed to be an impartial commentator.
Zach Davis: Either way, you could still be correct with that comment Erin Robbins.
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. Hyena purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: From Miller's Crossing, Ohio... weighing in at 265 pounds! THIS.... IS... HYEEEEEEEEEENNAAAA!!
Hyena rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer."
Zach Davis: Hyena looks ready.
Erin Robbins: Now, all we need is The Monster Oblivion.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The entire Wesbanco Arena goes extremely quiet...
Zach Davis: Hush comes over The Wesbanco Arena.
Erin Robbins: SHHHHHHH!! Please be quiet!!
The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Wesbanco Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the Wesbanco Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on. Standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Zach Davis: This match is underway.
Hyena and Oblivion approach each other...
Erin Robbins: Out of the starting block....
Zach Davis/Erin Robbins: Clothesline from Hell!!
Erin Robbins: Hyena makes the cover.
WCF Senior Referee slides into position.
The crowd: On-....
Zach Davis: Not even a one count.
Oblivion quickly gets up to IT's feet.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion is up!! As if The Monster wasn't just nailed with a Clothesline from Hell. Complete tenacity!!
Both Hyena and Oblivion proceeds to lock up....
Zach Davis: Kick to the gut. Hyena feels the kick.
Hyena slightly buckles over, just for a second.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion strikes again!! This time it is with an European Uppercut Forearm!!
Hyena stumbles back, but charges towards Oblivion...
Zach Davis: ENZIGUIRI!!
Hyena spins around and drops to one knee. Oblivion charges Hyena and nails him with a dropkick, to the face.
Erin Robbins: The Monster is making a cover.
Zach Davis: Hyena kicked out from that enziguiri and dropkick combo!!
Oblivion grabs Hyena.
Zach Davis: Side headlock on Hynea.
FWAPP!! FWAPP!! FWAPP!!
Hyena nails the ribs, of Oblivion with three short forearm shots.
Erin Robbins: Hyena dips behind Oblivion....
Zach Davis: Hyena just German suplexed Oblivion!!
Hyena slowly stalks The Monster.
Hyena: YOU'RE NO MONSTER. YOU ARE JUST A MAN!!
Hyena stomps on Oblivion, before picking IT up in an inverted position.
Erin Robbins: INVERTED DDT ON OBLIVION!!
Hyena dips down, for a split second to pose quickly.
Zach Davis: LOOK OUT HYENA!!
Erin Robbins: TURN AROUND YOU BIG DUMMY!!
Zach Davis: IT'S CHECK OUT TIME!!
The replay shows Oblivion's superkick catches Hyena right under the chin. Hyena collapses backwards, crashing down to the mat.
Erin Robbins: Superkick by Oblivion has IT's opponent, Hyena crashing down to the mat.
Oblivion bolts towards the ropes, bounces off and flies in the air, crashing IT's back, with arms folded, on the mid-section of Hyena.
Zach Davis: BACK SPLASH ON HYENA!!
Oblivion bends down to grab Hyena...
Erin Robbins: Hyena jams a thumb into the right eye, Oblivion.
Oblivion slightly stumbles away.
Zach Davis: Hyena grabs for The Monster... OH MY GOD!!
Hyena proceeds to gnaw on the unmasked part of Oblivion's face. Hyena spits out a small piece of facial tissue.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion just had a piece of IT's face bitten off by Hyena.
The crowd boos loudly, as he grabs Oblivion and drag his face across the top ring rope.
Zach Davis: Really?! Oblivion has protection across the upper part of IT's face.
Oblivion just stands defiantly looking at hyena, standing near the corner.
Erin Robbins: Hyena smashes Oblivion's head onto the top turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: Hyena smashes the head of The Monster once again against the same turnbuckle!
The crowd roars out, as Oblivion smashes IT's head against the turnbuckle in a rage of extreme anger. Oblivion grabs Hyena by the backs of Hyena's knees, dropping him face first against the top turnbuckle. Hyena stumbles out towards Oblivion....
Erin Robbins: Oblivion presses Hyena above IT's head.
Zach Davis: Hyena could just reach up and touch the ceiling of The Arena.
Oblivion just drops Hyena....
Hyena lands face first on the mat. Oblivion bounces off the ropes....
Zach Davis: Oblivion flies into the air and lands with a knee drop to the side of hyena's head.
Hyena is motionless. Oblivion makes the cover.
Erin Robbins: A pin attempt made by The Monster!!
Stanley Moser slides into position....
Erin Robbins: Hyena kicks out from that massive knee drop to his head!!
Oblivion grabs Hyena and whips him to the ropes.
Zach Davis: Hyena bounces off the ropes.
Oblivion swings for a faux clothesline. Hyena ducks and bounces off the ropes....
Th massive fist connects with Oblivion's jaw...
Erin Robbins: Superman Punch!!
The crowd roars out!!
Hyena struggles but drags Oblivion to the center of the ring. He makes a pin attempt....
Zach Davis: Hyena is making a pin attempt!!
Erin Robbins: Both of these competitors have been nailing each other with hard shots!!
Zach Davis: But yet, they keep bouncing back!!
Oblivion kicks out by throwing Hyena off of IT, tossing Hyena several feet, in the air....
Hyena lands hard, but gets up and onto his own feet. Hyena and Oblivion charge each other....
Erin Robbins: Oblivion nails Hyena with a running clothesline!!
But, that clothesline causes Hyena to stumble backwards and falls through the rings rope, but manages to land on the ring apron.
Zach Davis: That clothesline knocks Hyena out of the ring. Lucky for Hyena, he lands on the ring apron. Oblivion walks quickly towards the ringropes....
Hyena grabs the back of the neck of The Monster and thrusts IT's throat across the top ring rope. Oblivion head slingshot backwards and The Monster stumble back, landing on one knee.
Erin Robbins: Hyena sees a perfect opportunity and enters the ring.
Hyena walks fast towards his opponent. Oblivion charges at Hyena and they both fall through the ringrops. They both land on the padded ringside area. Oblivion grabs for Hyena...
Zach Davis: A stiff kick to the mid-section of The Monster.
Erin Robbins: Side headlock...
Hyena switches positions.
Zach Davis: Hyena now has Oblivion in an inverted facelock...
Erin Robbins: INVERTED DDT!!
Hyena howls out and quickly climbs up the outside turnbuckles. Hyena sneers before flying off the top turnbuckle to a prone lying Monster.
Zach Davis: hyena just connected with a leg drop off the top turnbuckle onto a lying Oblivion!!
Erin Robbins: I don't believe it, Hyena wants to do it again..
Hyena howls out and quickly climbs up the outside turnbuckles. Hyena sneers before flying off the top turnbuckle to a prone lying Monster.
Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! HYENA MISSED!! HYENA GOT TOO GREEDY!!
Erin Robbins: The Monster just barely moved out of the way!!
Oblivion grabs hyena...
Zach Davis: Oblivion snatches up an injured Hyena in a suplex postion.
Oblivion has Hyena in a t-bone suplex position.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion t-bones Hyena into the ring steps.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Oblivion grabs Hyena and proceeds to gnaw on the head of Hyena.
Oblivion spits out a chunk of Hyena's forehead.
The Monster grabs Hyena...
Zach Davis: Oblivion smashes the head of Hyena into the ring steps.
As Hyena stumbles back, The Monster grabs IT's opponent...
Erin Robbins: MUSCLEBUSTER!!
Oblivion slides Hyena into the ring. The Monster follows behind. Oblivion grabs Hyena and tosses him into the corner.
Zach Davis: Hyena hits the corner hard!!
Erin Robbins: HERE COMES A SCREAMING MADMAN!!
Oblivion slams IT's back, crashing into Hyena.
Zach Davis: The Monster just squished Hyena!! Hyena just barely stumbles out, barely aware if anything....
Erin Robbins: FALLING DOCTOR!!
Zach Davis: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!!
Hyena is not moving, at all!!
Erin Robbins: Oblivion bolts for the corner.....
Oblivion stands very scary, on the top turnbuckle, just for a brief second.
Zach Davis: OBLIVION FLIES!!
Erin Robbins: A TWISTING SPLASH!!
Zach Davis: NOOOOOOO!! NO OBLIVION!! DON'T MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE HYENA DID!!
Oblivion hurries to the top turnbuckle and without any hesitations, The Monster leaps off again...
Erin Robbins: NOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!! Hyena nails a falling Oblivion with a gosh darn spear!!
Hyena stands up Oblivion. They are face to face....
Erin Robbins: LAST LAUGH!!
Hyena nails Oblivion with an inverted Stunner. Hyena makes the cover. Stanley Moser slides into position.
Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH.... HYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEENNNAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
In his office, Scott Savage stands, sweat dripping down his shirtless torso. He throws punches at a heavy bag that dangles from the ceiling, the strikes banging loudly through the room. He grunts with each punch, and eventually stops, slamming his fist down on his desk.
Scott Savage: To be ten years younger…
A knock comes at the door, bringing Scott out of his competition driven trance.
Scott Savage: Come in!
The door opens, and the face of Chelsea Armstrong pokes through the opening.
Chelsea Armstrong: Is this a bad time?
Scott’s phony smile is instant, as if he hadn’t even thought of it.
Scott Savage: Not at all my dear. Come on in.
Chelsea slowly enters his office, eyeing the heavy bag with suspicion.
Chelsea Armstrong: What are you doing?
Scott Savage: Training. Turns out Waylon called Seth and convinced him it would be a good idea if our match were moved to Revenge, so I have a much shorter window of time than I thought.
Chelsea Armstrong: Are you sure this is a good idea Scott? Waylon’ crazy, and S-PAC is at stake here. Are you sure you don’t want to just call it off?
Scott Savage:I can’t. I have to do this. Waylon needs help, and I am the only one who can fix this.
Chelsea Armstrong: What if-
Scott Savage: What if what?! What if he wins? What if he cripples me? I should be so damn lucky. Then I would be rid of this detestable problem once and for all. I could wash my hands and say “Sorry world, no time for the Satanist with a God complex bit today, I’m fucking paralyzed!
Scott swings hard, sending his fist through the drywall. Chelsea looks frightened, and Scott sees this, so he plasters the smile back on.
Scott Savage: I apologize. I lost my temper. Everything will be fine my dear. You need not worry about me. Now, what is it I can do for you?
Chelsea Armstrong: I was… I was just wondering. My match with Isaiah… do you want me to try and hurt him too?
Scott Savage: Oh lord no. No, I just want you to beat him. End his streak. Send him a message. He’s a good kid, he just needs to learn a lesson.
Scott smiles a genuine smile at her, before messing with the hair on the top of her head slightly.
Scott Savage: You’re a good kid too you know. I know I’ve been hard on you lately, but you have really blossomed… I’m proud of you.
Chelsea can only smile.
Chelsea Armstrong: Th-thanks boss.
Scott Savage: Anything else I can do for you?
Chelsea shakes her head, and gives Scott one less smile before walking out the door. Savage turns back to the bag, the sharp strikes resuming as we fade out.
Jorge Diaz walks out while "Fuck Dat Bitch" By Young Dro blasts through the PA system. Jorge slides under the bottom rope and raises one arm, with a closed fist.
Ultimate Destroyer runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around (ultimate warrior style) and then starts ot beat the hell out of the first person he sees, which is Jorge Diaz!
Zach Davis: The bell sounds, here we go!
Destroyer pounds away at Diaz who quickly rolls out of the ring. Destroyer runs after him but Jorge slides back into the ring. Destroyer rolls in after him but Jorge runs at him, slides under his legs.. and rolls out of the ring again.
Erin Robbins: What the hell is Jorge Diaz doing?
Zach Davis: I think he's just trying to annoy the Destroyer. This is a Beat the Clock Challenge, and he's wasting valuable time.
Destroyer rolls out of the ring once again. Diaz is several feet away and he dances, taunting Destroyer. Destroyer starts to run at Diaz but then stops dead in his tracks. Diaz doesn't see that Destroyer has stopped chasing him and proceeds to run full speed all the way around the ring as Destroyer turns around.
Erin Robbins: Watch out, Jorge!
Jorge runs full speed right into the waiting boot of the Ultimate Destroyer.
Zach Davis: OOF.
Jorge doubles over, and Destroyer quickly lifts him up and drops him with a Powerbomb!
Erin Robbins: GODDAMN!
Destroyer hears that the referee is counting, and quickly rolls into the ring.
Crowd: NINE..... TEN!
Ding ding ding!
Zach Davis: Thanks to a countout, the Ultimate Destroyer has won!
The crowd has a mixed reaction as Kyle takes the mic.
Kyle Steel: Your winner, in two minutes ten seconds.. by countout.. THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER!
Erin Robbins: Welp, Ultimate Destroyer has set the time to beat!
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis has to beat Justin Cash in two minutes, ten seconds if he wants to decide their match type at Revenge.
Erin Robbins: That is NOT going to be an easy thing to do.
The camera cuts backstage, to Jay Omega's dressing room. Omega, already dressed for competition, is carefully placing a large, apparently heavy, bucket on a makeshift shelf above the door. Once precariously balanced, Jay takes a short length of fishing line from his pocket, and carefully ties it around the bucket's handle. Omega glances over at the camera sharing space with him, and gives a smile
Jay Omega: You may be wondering what I'm up to, and if it were anyone else this were intended for, I wouldn't tell ya. But I'm pretty sure Hyena still hasn't learned the importance of sticking around, and watching the whole show. Personally, I'm one of the first guys here, and one of the last to leave. But that's not important. Now, Hyena is likely to be sniffing around like a stray dog, looking to find me. Especially after Pierce kind of dimed me out two weeks ago.
Jay shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, then loosely loops the other end of the fishing line around the inside handle of the door.
Jay Omega: No worries, though, Gray; I always intended for him to find out it was me what took his beer. Just, not this soon. Anyway, while Hyena might be hunting me like a bloodhound, or an Irish retriever, or something. I don't know dog breeds, since I prefer to play cat and mouse. I've got a fairly important match later on, and while I could probably handle both Easton and Hyena, I'd really rather only fight one at a time. So, I plan to wander around a little; check out the vendors, have a peek at the rafters, look at the basement substructure, that kind--
Omega cuts off as the door flies open from the other side; knocking him off the chair he stands on, and pulling the bucket down. Just before Jay collides with the cameraman, we get a brief shot of Hyena entering the room, and getting doused with a brownish goop. The cameraman gets knocked over, and the feed cuts to static.
Kyle Steel: LAdies and gentlemen your next match is a beat the clock challenge… Now coming to the ring, standing six feet four inches tall, Justin Cash!
The lights in the arena go black. The only light is the words "It's time" written in neon green on the titantron. Disturbed "Criminal" starts to play as the entrance lights up green. Out walks Justin Cash who has his back to the crowd. After a few moments green fireworks explodes revealing a money symbol. The lights turn back on. Justin spins around and throws both hands to the sky and then saunters to the ring. As he is walking to the ring he is bad mouthing the fans. He climbs into the ring and walks to a corner post climbs it and raises both middle fingers to the crowd.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…
“Down with us” by Twiztid begins to play over the P.A. system, drawing loud cheers from the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Standing five feet, ten inches tall, and weighing 215 lbs… The Juggalo Warrior Isaiah Chavis!
Isaiah dances out onto the entrance ramp, slapping hands with some fans on the aisle. He lets out a loud “whoop whoop” that the fans return a lot louder. A wide smile crosses his painted face as he jogs around the ring high fiving fans.
Zach Davis: Isaiah is hyped up for this match. If he can win this quick enough, he gets to choose the stipulation for his match at Revenge against Ultimate Destroyer.
Chavis slides under the bottom rope, and jumps onto the second turnbuckle, throwing up the “W” and the “C” with his hands. He jumps down and spins around, staring into Justin’s eyes. The music dies, and the ref gives them a quick reading of the rules.
Erin Robbins: This should be an interesting match. Isaiah gives up a lot of size to Justin Cash, but some of the things we have seen Isaiah do are just mind blowing.
The ref signals for the bell to ring, and Justin immediately swings with his right fist. ISaiah ducks it and hits him with a few quick kicks to the hamstring. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a low dropkick on the knee, sending Justin to the ground. He immediately goes for the pin, which barely gets a one count. As Cash is standing again, Isaiah bounces off the ropes and hits him with a dropkick to the side of his head, and goes for another pin that doesn’t last long.
Zach Davis: Isaiah desperate to get this match over with quickly, but it doesn’t look like Justin Cash is interested in letting that happen.
Isaiah bounces off the ropes again, but this time he gets hit with a hard clothesline from Cash. He hits the ground, and Justin begins stomping away at his ribs. He lifts Isaiah and whips him into the ropes, hitting him with a high back body drop on the rebound. Isaiah crashes to the mat, and Justin takes a moment to gloat.
Zach Davis: Justin Cash shows a lot of promise, but his attitude needs some adjusting.
Erin Robbins: What are you talking about? His attitude is perfect. He’s perfect.
Zach Davis: Oh would you quit drooling all over yourself woman!
Isaiah gets to his feet, and is hit with several quick right to the face. He stumbles back into the corner, allowing Cash to hit him with four hard rights, which send Isaiah to a sitting position. He becks up and runs forward, hitting him in the face with a hard knee. Chavis collapses, and Justin gloats again.
Erin Robbins: Justin Cash showing his dominant side early in this match.
Cash drags Isaiah up again, and sets him up for a powerbomb. He flips the smaller wrestler onto his shoulder, but ISaiah suddenly starts hitting him with quick lefts. Chavis then flips back, hitting Cash with a hurricarana. His momentum carries him out of the ring to the concrete floor. Chavis pops up and watches as Cash slowly rise. He bounces off the opposite ropes, and leaps over the top, hitting a corkscrew plancha. They both fall to the ground, and stay there for a moment as the crowd cheers.
Zach Davis: Huge risk from Isaiah Chavis, but it paid off!
Chavis is the first to stand, and he rolls Justin into the ring. Isaiah stands on the apron, leaping up and using the top rope as a springboard to hit a front flip leg drop on Cash. He goes for the pin.
The bell sounds.
Erin Robbins: Did he win?
No! Cash kicked out!
Kyle Steel: The time limit has expired and Isaiah Chavis has LOST the Beat the Clock Challenge!
Thw crowd boos.
Kyle Steel: However, the match will continue until we have a winner!
Isaiah slaps the mat, and stands up. Justin reacts quickly, and rolls Isaiah up in a schoolboy pin.
Isaiah kicks out!
Zach Davis: Beat the Clock Challenge or not, this is a big match for both men!
Both men pop up and run at each other. Isaiah strikes first, hitting an arm drag, and turning it into a fujiwara arm bar. He holds onto Cash while hitting him with a few knees to the side of the head.
Erin Robbins: OUCH!
Zach Davis: Isaiah’s vicious streak on full display tonight!
Erin Robbins: Stop drooling all over yourself. You’re not his type anyway.
Justin Cash slowly works his way to a standing position, and hits Isaiah with some punches to the ribs. Cash bounces off the ropes and sends Isaiah flying across the ring with a hard shoulder block - NO!, Isaiah sidesteps it. Cash gets back up -
Zach Davis: THE MIGHTY DEATH POP! ISAIAH HITS IT!
Chavis drops down and pins Cash, hooking the leg.
Erin Robbins: CHAVIS WINS IT!
The bell sounds and Isaiah Chavis emerges victorious. He stands up, getting his arm raised.
Zach Davis: Chavis may not have won the challenge but he won the match!
Erin Robbins: But what kind of match will the Ultimate Destroyer choose!?
We see Bryan Worthy standing in front of a green screen bearing the logo of his talk show, “What’s the Buzz?”. He’s dressed in a shirt and tie under his lime green WCF blazer.
Buzz: Tonight on “What’s the Buzz?” we’ll be talking with three of the sport’s best performers. While each man is different from the other, they are all strong personalities who are making the WCF Universe sit up and take notice of their abilities. First up, we went on location to Boston, Massachusetts to interview newcomer Dave “The Bouncer” Manning .
There’s a cut, and we see Buzz standing in some seedy dive bar with Dave and his manager Brianna Powers. A small crowd of rummies look on.
Buzz: What made you decide to become a professional wrestler?
Bouncer: I never thought about doing this, my manager Brianna saw me put four people in the hospital in one fight, I used hurt people for a living, now I'm just doing it for a lot more money.
Buzz: Why did you choose the Wrestling Championship Federation to join?
Bouncer: This is just the place I landed, Brianna took care of everything behind the scene. I'm the instrument to rid wrestling of all the drunken idiots we have running around, and from what I have seen so far, that's going to take some time.
Buzz: There is speculation that, given your previous occupation as a bouncer, you were brought in by WCF management to “cool” down some of the heated disputes in the locker room. Is there any truth to those rumors?
Bouncer: Cool down? Are you kidding me, do you even know who I am? I'll fill you in on my past, I was thrown off my college football team for fighting, so I left that useless school and started bouncing in Boston, which last year was ranked the drunkest city in the country. I quickly got a reputation for ending issues quickly, but seriously hurting people, so bars only brought me in on nights they thought would be busy, that's why I'm here, to hurt people.
Buzz: You have a match this Sunday at Slam for the Television Title against long reigning champ John Gable. What are your thoughts going into this match?
The Bouncer gets cut off by Brianna Powers.
Brianna: John who? As far as we're concerned this is the next Television Champ, and there is no one here who can stop him.
Buzz: What are your long term goals here in WCF?
The Bouncer looks at Brianna to see if she is going to answer, she just nods for him to answer.
Bouncer: Like I said I'm here to hurt people, so if you don't leave you might be next.
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Apache Junction, Arizona...weighing two hundred thirty six pounds and standing at six foot four...BRY-AN BUZZ WOR-THY!!!
Then he rolls under the ropes and does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Zach Davis: Everyone welcome back Bryan Worthy! It's been a while since he laced up a pair of boots for the WCF.
Erin Robbins: I think he should have stayed gone. Next, the whores are going to come in.
Zach Davis: Wha...
Perfect Insanity by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting both cheers and boos from the crowd. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri she is The Sweet Nightmare...Chelsea Armstrong!!!
She mumbles to herself almost as if talking to herself before she climbs the steps to the ring, taking one last look behind her at the seemingly empty black floor she crosses through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The music begins to fade as she jumps down and awaits the start of the match all the while still mumbling carelessly to herself. Just before the bell rings her eyes will flash their bright emerald color as a wicked smile comes over her ruby red lips. She awaits the start of the match.
Zach Davis: Here's our People's Champion, Chelsea Armstrong. She had a strong showing in The Ultimate Showdown, outlasting team science and retaining her People's Championship.
Erin Robbins: Well...I think she “Armstrong”-ed her way into that match.
Zach Davis: “Armstrong”-ed?
Erin Robbins: Or “Armstronging” to the laymen.
The bell rings and the match begins. The two instantly go for a collar and elbow tie up but Worthy gains advantage due to his considerable size. They bounce back against the ropes and Chelsea bounces Bryan off the ropes. He comes rebounding back with a hard clothesline, knocking Chelsea to her back. He picks her up and drags her to the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Worthy with the advantage early going.
Bryan begins to his Chelsea with hard chest chops, knocking her back into the turnbuckle with each one. He then begins to pound his shoulder into her midsection and she falls to a seated position. Buzz hits her with a corner knee press.
Zach Davis: What an impact!
Erin Robbins: Bryan Worthy looking to make himself known in this match.
Zach Davis: If he manages to take down the People's Champion tonight, then he'll have done just that.
He lifts Chelsea up again and goes for a suplex. On the way down, Chelsea lands on her feet, turns around and locks Bryan in a headlock.
Zach Davis: Does she have it locked in?
Erin Robbins: This could be over already...
Buzz grabs Chelsea by the arm and breaks the headlock, hitting her in the midsection with a hard elbow. She stumbles backwards as Bryan whips around...only to be met with a hard enziguiri from Chelsea. Bryan hits the ground and Chelsea goes for the pinfall.
Bryan's shoulder flies off the mat, breaking up the pinfall. He rolls away towards the ropes, shaking his head side to side trying to power off the enziguiri.
Zach Davis: Is Buzz still here?
Erin Robbins: I hope so...he has a match to wrestle!
Bryan turns just as Chelsea is coming at him with a seated dropkick, to which he rolls out of the way from. Chelsea slides underneath the bottom rope, ending up outside the ring. Bryan runs against the ropes then back towards Chelsea and dives between the second and top ropes, knocking them both to the ground.
Zach Davis: Talk about put your body on the line. Bryan just risked it all to take out Chelsea.
Erin Robbins: He better be careful with those big moves...
The referee begins to count them both out.
Bryan scrambles to his feet, pulling Chelsea up with him.
Bryan slides Chelsea into the ring, slides In himself, then goes for the pinfall.
Chelsea puts her hand on the rope, continuing the match.
Zach Davis: So close for out People's Champion. She needs to find a way to gain traction in this match.
Bryan lifts Chelsea up again and gives her an irish whip. She rebounds and Bryan attempts another hard clothesline but she ducks. She rebounds off the rope again and Bryan goes for a hip toss but Chelsea rolls over Bryan's back, evading another move. She runs off the ropes again and hits Bryan with an agile hurricanrana.
Zach Davis: That's what I'm talking about Chelsea! Come on, you've got this!
Erin Robbins: I still think Bryan has it in the bag...
Chelsea covers Bryan again.
Bryan's shoulder comes off the mat, moving the match along once again. Bryan quickly moves towards the turnbuckle, using it to lift himself off the mat. Chelsea charges him but Bryan moves, sending her shoulder into the hard metal turnbuckle. She gets out from in between the turnbuckles and end ups standing in the corner. Bryan begins to hit her with hard overhand rights and Chelsea convulses with each shot. On the last punch, Chelsea dodges and pushes Bryan into the corner instead and begins hitting him with hard chest chops and right forearm smashes. She irish whips him into the opposite corner.
Zach Davis: Chelsea quickly picking up the advantage. That's how fast momentum can shift in the WCF!!!
Erin Robbins: She needs to capatalize soon or the winds can shift just as quick!
She charges Bryan in the opposite corner and attempts a crossbody splash...but Bryan catches her in mid-air, then drops her on his knee for a backbreaker. She hits the mat and Bryan quickly picks her up. He lifts her up in another back breaker position and swings her around for a hard slam to the mat...but Chelsea elbows him in the head, knocking him off balance. He drops her and she bounces back into the ropes and charges Bryan with a hard dropkick, knocking him clean off his feet.
Zach Davis: What an awesome match! Both of these competitors are refusing to give in to each other.
Erin Robbins: That's how it is Zach...both competitors are very headstrong and willing to go to the limit no matter what.
Bryan struggles to stand to his feet. Chelsea comes at him and begins to wrap her leg around Bryan's neck...but he shoves her off. She comes at him again but he hits her with a hard right, knocking her back once again. She runs at him once more and he goes for a gut kick...but she catches his leg and wraps her arm around his neck. She swings and they both hit the mat.
Zach Davis: DEVILS WING!!!
Chelsea covers Bryan for the pinfall.
DING DING DING!!!
Chelsea rolls off of Bryan and raises her arm as “Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed begins to shred throughout the arena. She climbs to her feet and celebrates her victory. The scene fades out.
Backstage, a cameraman jogs toward the sound of a commotion; the image bouncing with each hurried step. The view comes around a corner, to find Hyena and Jay Omega swinging at each other with reckless abandon; with the former still smeared with brown goo. The two men brawl down an expanse of hallway, until Hyena throws Jay through a set of double doors, out into the catering area. Across the area set aside for food, Alex Richards stands by a table, peeling strips of bacon off pork medallions. Richards turns to watch the fight with mild interest, munching on bacon the whole time. A baffled look crosses the Archduke of Mass Confusion's face, and he sniffs at the air.
Alex Richards: Smells like honey garlic in here, all of a sudden.
Hyena pounces on Omega, who raises a foot and rolls backward; throwing the Manimal with a modified tomoe nage. Both men pull themselves up from the concrete floor and resume punching at each other, drawing ever closer to where Alex stands impassively. Richards peels off another strip of bacon and tosses the pork medallion back onto a plate, while Jay and Hyena continue fighting. Omega's luck runs out as Hyena catches a right hook, then hits an overhead belly to belly suplex that sends Jay crashing through the table Richards stands at. Alex's eyes widen as his snacks scatter across the floor, and his expression quickly becomes one of unbridled rage. With a bellow of fury, Richards grabs Hyena by the throat with both hands, and lifts him up off the floor. Omega gets to his feet, takes in the situation, then shrugs, and turns to leave.
Alex Richards: Oh no you don't!
Alex drops Hyena back to his feet, lets go with one hand, and takes hold of the back of Jay's collar. Richards pulls Omega in, spins him around, then slams Jay and Hyena's heads together. Dazed, the two of them stumble away from each other, then apparently decide to put aside their differences momentarily, and both attack Alex at the same time. Richards blocks a punch from Omega and delivers a headbutt, then drops Hyena with a big boot. Alex then hoists Jay over his head with a military press, and throws him at Hyena as the Manimal climbs to his feet; sending both men sprawling in a tangled heap of limbs. Omega takes the opportunity to fire a few elbows at Hyena, then springs to his feet and foolishly tries to clothesline Richards with minimal effect. Alex staggers back a single step, then grabs Jay by the throat with both hands, and tosses him into a wall. Hyena lunges at Richards with a spear, but the big man stoically takes the hit, and keeps his feet. Alex then lifts the Manimal up, and powerbombs him through another table, this one covered in various pastries. Security and other officials swarm the scene trying to break up the brawl, and Omega quickly slips away in the confusion, before the feed cuts back to ringside.
Lights go dark, then "In the End" by Linkin Park starts to play once the song hits the drum beat explosions shoot out of the stage. Lights stay dim as Brianna Powers walks out, as she looks around she turns and points to the entrance and The Bouncer walks out from behind the curtains. As they make their way slowly down the ring they ignore the fans, as fans scream at them in hatred, when they get to the ring Manning climbs up onto the mat 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 around until the music fades.
Zach Davis: The crowd here not showing much love for Dave Manning.
Erin Robbins: Nor for the man coming out next, WCF's greatest tel - I mean - Cinema Champion!
"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. The two approach, talking generic trash to one another, and the bell rings!
Zach Davis: Our movie champion going on the offensive with a cheap slap to Manning!
Manning, having a near one foot height advantage over Gable, smirks it off and returns the favor with a hard right that sends Gable reeling back into the ropes. Gable bounces off the ropes and leaps forward with a double underhook swinging neckbreaker!
Erin Robbins: John going for a big move early!
NO! Dave Manning's sheer strength is on display, catching Gable mid-move and holding him in the air, and then dropping John Gable with a Gorilla slam! The big man picks Gable up by the trunks and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Gables shoulder rams the post and he wretches out in anguish, soon nursing his shoulder.
Zach Davis: He may've very well just dislocated his shoulder!
Erin Robbins: And look at Manning, he's just loving it.
And indeed, Manning has a smile on his face as he pulls a half broken Gable out of the corner. NO! Gable fights back, hitting swift kicks at the side of Manning's knee, forcing the big man to hunch over. Gable then grabs Manning's head and hits a quick snap DDT into an even quicker pin.
Dave Manning literally throws Gable off, thus breaking the pin. John Gable scrambles to his feet, trying to keep Manning down with well placed kicks, however it's not enough, as Dave Manning makes it to his feet and wraps his hand around Gable's throat! John struggles, his legs swimming as he is lifted into the air for ANOTHER Gorilla Slam. Dave Manning doesn't stop there, he lifts Gable up, hooks him between his legs, and power bombs Gable flat onto his back.
Zach Davis: Ouch. Gable has been a resilient champion, but can he come back from this?
Manning hooks the leg.
Thre - ?!?!
The referee stops counting. What's going on? GABLE'S FOOT IS LAYING ON THE BOTTOM ROPE!
Erin Robbins: Almost! Did Gable intentionally put his foot on the rope or was it just hanging out there... ended up there.. ya know?
Zach Davis: Huh? It doesn't matter. Because Dave has yanked his foot off the ropes and pinned him again!
TWO AND A HALF!
TWO AND THREE QUARTERS!
GABLE KICKS OUT.
Zach Davis: DAMN.
Erin Robbins: Wow!
The referee suddenly takes his attention from the two, turning his back on them and answering a cell phone call.
Zach Davis: The ref taking a call?
Erin Robbins: These referees. WCF for ya.
AND HERE COMES JUSTIN CASH RUNNING THROUGH THE AUDIENCE! WITH A CHAIR! NO LESS!
Zach Davis: Justin Cash with a chair, what the hell?!
Justin slides into the ring just as Gable is staggering to his feet and gets nailed with a chairshot! The referee is so into his phone he doesn't even notice. Important phone call! Before John Cable can properly fall, Dave Manning is there to meet him with a closeline from hell! Justin Cash takes the chair, slides out, and hides under the ring.
Erin Robbins: Sneaky bastard.
The referee ends his phone call, well, he starts texting instead. Dave Manning taps the ref on the shoulder to get his attention, once he has the referees attention - he signals for the bell to be rung.
Zach Davis: What?
Manning is livid. He doesn't understand! The referee grabs a microphone and explains the situation.
Referee: While I was on my phone, one of my buds in attendance texted me and said, "Hey man, someone just hit John Gable with a chair." To which I just texted back saying, "Oh damn. Hashtag DQ."
Dave Manning stares at the referee before giving HIM a closeline from hell!
Erin Robbins: Gable retains and wins by DQ!
Zach Davis: Not sure the referee deserved that, even if he was texting during a match.
Bryan Worthy is back in the “What’s the Buzz?” studio to introduce the next interview segment.
Buzz: Earlier this week I sat down with one of WCF’s hottest rookies: the undefeated Isaiah Chavis. The Juggalo Warrior had a lot to say to the universe, about both his controversial past and his seemingly bright future here in the company.
There’s a cut, and we see Buzz interviewing Isaiah on the show’s “two chairs and a fern” set.
Buzz: What made you decide to join Wrestling Championship Federation?
Isaiah Chavis: I’m a wrestler. I mean, I’m probably a little biased ‘cause I’m an employee, but this is the company to be in if you’re a pro wrestler. Look at all the greats. Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit, Waylon Cash, Bobby Cairo, the list just goes on and on. That makes this the place to be, and the WCF title the only title worth chasin’ homie. That’s why I’m here… because I’m the best, and this is where the best go to do battle.
Buzz: What do you think of the company so far?
Isaiah Chavis: It’s a great place for the most part. I mean, you’re never ready for it, you know? Goin’ from the indies to the big leagues, you’re never really ready for the change. It’s like night and day with the competition, but I’m gettin’ used to it.
Buzz: You are part of a movement that calls themselves the Juggalos. This is a group that receives a lot of ridicule from the general public. Some people even go so far as to call it a cult. What do you get from being part of a lifestyle so negatively scrutinized?
Isaiah Chavis: What do I get from it? You gotta understand somethin’. The Juggalos… they’re not a gang or a cult. We’re a group of people who were lost. Some of us searched for years and years, feelin’ all alone. We didn’t have shit to believe in, and nothin’ to hold on to. Then we found this stupid little rap group. They dress up like clowns, spray soda on their fans and rap about crazy shit. It’s weird, I know, but in that weirdness, we all found somethin’ we needed. We found a family. Every last person who puts on the paint knows what it’s like to be an outcast, to have nothin’, to feel like you’re wanderin’ the Earth in search of somethin’ you ain’t ever gonna find. We know what it’s like and so we’re here for every mixed up kids, every homeless drug addict, every last one of the people society wrote off. That’s what we are… that’s what I get from it.
At this point Isaiah lifts his hatchetman necklace up for Buzz and the camera to see.
Isaiah Chavis:This necklace saved my life. Let me tell you a little story. I was in Queens New York one time doin’ and indy show. I used my last couple bucks to get there, so I was really countin’ on the promoter payin’ up. Surprise surprise he didn’t, and I was stuck in the middle of Queens in January. So there I was, hangin’ around outside the arena, wonderin’ what it was like to freeze to death, when a car that was drivin’ past came to a screechin’ halt. This dude sticks his head out the window, and the first thign he says to me is “Nice Hatchetman” Next thing I know, this ninja’s girlfriend is makin’ me dinner in their apartment. That’s what it means to me. It means I can go anywhere in this country, and I’ll never be homeless… I’ll never be alone. I have family everywhere.
Buzz: You make no secret about your own homosexuality. What made you decide to be so open about being gay in a sport which has a history of prejudice to your orientation?
Isaiah Chavis: You know… I wish I could come out here and tell you I wanted to be a crusader. I wish I could say I was doin’ this for the good of the whole LGBT community, and that I was here to advance equality for all… truth is I’m just a kid from the streets of Detroit who knows how to fight. I grew up fightin’, and it’s the thing I’m best at, so I got a job doin’ it. I just happen to be gay too. As far as why I chose to be open about it instead of hidin’... I spent a long time… over ten years tryin’ to figure out who I was. I spent a decade hidin’ myself, not because I was afraid of what other people thought, but because I was scared of it. The way I was raised… anyone who anyone even thought might be gay got the shit kicked out of them on the daily. In my high school, it’s like it was some disease that made you half a man, and in my mind there wasn’t nothin’ worse than not bein’ a man, so I ran and I hid. Well… joinin’ a gang didn’t make me a man… holdin’ up liquor stores and gettin’ my stupid ass into trouble didn’t make me a man. You know what made me a man? Finally lettin’ myself be honest. It took me over a decade to get to that point, and I don’t give a shit what I do for a livin’, I ain’t lettin’ nobody shove me back into that fuckin’ closet.
Buzz: You mentioned joining a gang. Would you mind elaborating a little on that section of your life?
Isaiah Chavis: Not much to tell really. When you’re young, you don’t really understand the world. All you know is what you see around you. Now, I’m a stupid, 14 year old kid in Detroit. My mom’s poor, my dad’s gone. Everyone around me is poor as shit… except for the dudes I saw with gold chains around their necks. I asked a friend of mine, and he told me they were drug dealers. They made all their money just by sellin’ drugs to people. Now, at that age, my first stupid thought was “well damn… I can do that shit.” It wasn’t hard to find a hook up and start workin’ for one of them. That’s just how it happens. Next thing you know, you’re in a gunfight with a rival gang and you’re watchin’ a guy who’s been your homie for five years get half his skull blown off. It’s like a blur.
Buzz: So how did you get out?
Isaiah Chavis: I was lucky. The guy I was workin’ for ran his shit like a business. He always said treatin’ a gang like a family just made things messy. All I had to do was buy my way out. It took forever, but I saved up the money and paid him off. That part of the story is pretty boring I guess. If you don’t mind, I really don’t wanna talk about that part of my life anymore.
Buzz: Understood, do you feel any pressure, internally or externally, to be a role model for either the Juggalo or Homosexual communities?
Isaiah Chavis: Role model is probably the last word anyone would use to describe me. I ain’t gonna be the guy that goes out and tells kids to take their vitamins, and rise above hate, and drink their milk. I ain’t gonna be the mother fucker that shows you how to live. One thing I hope to do is show the world that these groups they’re so scared of… they ain’t so scary… unless of course you find yourself in the ring with me. Then it can get frightening quick. Short answer, no. I ain’t nobody’s role model. I ain’t ever had one either though. Kids, if you’re watchin’ this, be your own fuckin’ role model. Don’t wait for someone else to show you how to live. Do you, and do it proud. Heroes just let you down and role models just lead you off a bridge.
Buzz: In your short time here in WCF you’ve racked up an impressive number of victories, and along the way made a few enemies as well. I want to list the names of gentlemen you’ve had issues with and get your reactions for each. Would that be alright?
Isaiah Chavis: Go for it.
Buzz: The Ultimate Destroyer.
Isaiah Chavis: I said it before, I’ll say it again. Destroyer’s a big, slow oaf of a man. Yeah he’s got muscles on muscles. Sure if he gets a hold of you he can do some real damage. I don’t know how how he ever gets his hands on anyone though. Dude is like a rock. I suppose you could lose to him if you spent the whole match ramming your forehead into his arm or somethin’...
Buzz: Scott Savage.
Isaiah Chavis: It ain’t easy for me to talk about Scott. He helped train me before I went down to Mexico. He took care of me when I needed help. He’s a big part of the reason I am where I am. At the same time… I hate what I see him do to other people. It’s like there’s two different Scott’s. There’s the good Scott, and the evil Scott. Problem is, I think I just got evil Scott’s attention. So be it though brother. If he wants me, he can come get me.
Buzz: Steven Orbit.
Isaiah Chavis: I used to be the world biggest Steve Orbit fan. I think I’ve seen every one of his matches since he got to WCF. I really liked his style and his swagger. I wanted to be that kind of wrestler. Now… I mean I can’t see inside his head, so I don’t know what’s happenin’, but he ain’t the same guy anymore. I don’t know how to say this, but he’s turned into kind of a boring douche. It pisses me off. He was one of the biggest stars in this business, and he threw it all away because of that cock stain that’s managin’ his ass. One thing’s for sure, I gave him the ass whippin’ of his life!
Buzz: Earlier this week WCF’s owner Seth Lerch took to Twitter to demand the presence of yourself, Robert Wolf, and Corey Black in the ring with him Sunday at Slam. He wouldn’t say anything more than about the meeting, other than its ‘history in the making’. Do you have an idea what he’s going to announce?
Isaiah Chavis: I musta called Seth a hundred times between then and now. He ain’t answered a single phone call yet. I got no idea what he’s plannin’, but I’m up for whatever it is. I love surprises.
Slam comes back from a commercial break after the Gable vs Manning match to see Dave "The Bouncer" Manning and Brianna Powers running through the hallway.
Zach Davis: He just had that match against Gable, I'm amazed he still has any energy left.
Erin Robbins: Yea I assume he's looking for Justin Cash, who for no reason just ran down to the ring and started attacking John Gable.
Brianna: Why did that just happen? Did you know he was going to come out?
The Bouncer: I'll explain in a bit, Justin, where the hell are you?
All of a sudden Hank Brown comes around the corner after hearing the yelling to try to talk to Manning to find out what had just happened in the ring.
Hank Brown: Bouncer, we all just saw fellow new wrestler Justin Cash come down in the end of your match and attack your opponent, did you know that was going to happen?
The Bouncer: Look Hank I don't have time to ta…
All of a sudden the camera pans out and Justin Cash appears in the shot behind Hank, Hank sees him standing there and turns to Justin.
Hank Brown: Justin, why exactly did you interfere in that match, even after you already fought tonight?
No one says anything The Bouncer and Cash just stare each other down, and Hank is just looking back and forth and slowly backs away fearing they would start fighting.
Brianna: What the hell is going on here? Who do you think you are interfering during my title match?
Still no one answers her, they continue to just stare each other down then all of a sudden they both just smile and bro hug. The camera focuses on Brianna who looks even more confused than before, not knowing what to make of this.
Brianna: Would one of you mind talking now?
The Bouncer: Brianna, me and Justin have known each other for years, we went to the same school in Boston. If I didn't get full ride for football I probably would have been in Walpole with him, we used to cause serious mayhem on the streets of Boston
Justin: Every cop in the city knew who we were, then he went to school for football and I went to wrestle, where my last job didn't end so well for the guy who crossed me.
The BouncerL Yea, when I saw him on the card last week I tried to find him but he was already gone for the night and no one knew where he went, now I guess he decided to help an old friend out. We will team up and be the most powerful and dominant Tag Team in the history of this pathetic company, no one will be able to stop us.
Brianna just looks at them, still slightly confused.
Brianna: So did you know this was going to happen?
The Bouncer: No, I was going to find him after my match but he found me first.
Justin: She's a feisty one, isn't she?
The Bouncer: You have no idea, come on, let's go tell Seth we're going to dominate his tag team division as well as singles.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, at a combined weight of four-hundred fifty pounds... THE NEW CONFEDERACY!!!!
"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system as Johnny Reb and Doc Henry step out onto the stage. The crowd erupts in cheers; images of past matches play on the Jumbotron, while both men make their way down the ramp, working the crowd at ringside. Doc mounts the ring steps in a dignified manner, while Johnny slips through the ropes. Reb and Doc each climb the turnbuckles in opposing corners, raising their arms, soaking in the cheers. Johnny makes a ghost-belt motion, smiling confidently, and points at a sign advertising Revenge in one week. This drives the audience even crazier.
Zach Davis: Listen to this crowd, Erin! They love the Confederates here in West Virginia, even if this is technically a Union state.
Erin Robbins: Just goes to show.. hillbillies are the same all over this great land of ours, Zach.
Zach Davis: And Johnny Reb clearly expects to be walking out of Revenge next week a tag team champion once again. I like the New Confederacy's chances.
Erin Robbins: Really? Because it seems like Reb's been doing everything in his power to provoke Oblivion lately. That's like poking a bear. An evil bear with scary supernatural powers and a thirst for blood.
Zach Davis: Oblivion and Johnny Reb go back a long way, Erin. This feud has been simmering for years. But tonight, Reb better forget about Oblivion...
Kyle Steel: And their opponents... First, hailing from Halifax, Nova Scotia and weighing in at two-hundred sixty-five pounds.... CORMACK MACNEILL!!!!
"Deeds, Not Words" by the Dropkick Murphys The drumbeat marks a cadence as 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 to the 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.
Kyle Steel: And his partner... from the city with the highest crime rate in America -- Stockton, California -- and weighing in at two-hundred seventy-two pounds... STEELTOE JOE!!!!
The Arena Goes Dark, and then all simultaneously "Radioactive" by the Imagine Dragons starts to play as blue and white neon lights flicker and pulse to the beat of the music. Fog fills up the entrance ramp as Steeltoe Joe comes walking out of the midst of the fog. Joe looks around at all the fans who once cheered him... Booing him as loud as they can. You can tell there is no longer any love for the "People's Pastor." Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
Erin Robbins: Zach, the pairing of Steeltoe Joe with Cormack MacNeill is made in whatever twisted version of Heaven these two guys believe in. They're both big, they're both dominant, they have a similar mindset, and they both have a lot to prove here tonight.
Zach Davis: Against the New Confederacy, no less... And you have to wonder, with what we've seen ever since last Sunday night, when we can expect to see Oblivion pop up.
Erin Robbins: Much like the Spanish Inquisition, nobody expects Oblivion. Ooh, and there's the bell!
Johnny and Cormack start for their respective teams. They tie up in the middle of the ring, but Cormack has the clear advantage here. Reb brings up a knee to the midsection that forces MacNeill to back off a step.
Zach Davis: Reb wastes no time going for the ropes. He springboards off -- and a bulldog takes Cormack to the mat! Johnny isn't through yet...
Reb bounces back to his feet and tries for a moonsault -- but Cormack reverses it into a power slam! MacNeill pins!
And Johnny gets a shoulder up almost right away. MacNeill grabs Reb by the hair and nails him with a hard overhand strike. Then, almost leisurely, he sits on Johnny's chest and goes to town with his fists.
Erin Robbins: If Johnny doesn't get out of that, this is going to be one short match.
Zach Davis: And here comes Doc Henry!
The Southern Rogue comes flying over the ropes and pulls MacNeill off his partner. Cormack shifts his attention to Doc, the two of them trading blows in the ring while the ref tries to get them apart. Unwilling to be left out, Steeltoe Joe slips into the ring, gives the recovering Reb a kick to the ribs before he joins the fray. The two of them pummel on Doc Henry while Johnny gets to his knees, then stands. He raises a hand to his mouth; it comes away streaked with bright red.
Erin Robbins: Uh-oh. This is like that part in every Bruce Lee movie, where the bad guy makes him bleed, and then he goes all berserk! Look at Reb!
The Inveterate One stalks slowly toward the brawling combatants. He swings a big haymaker at STJ, who ducks, sending Reb off-balance. The momentary distraction is enough for the referee to get Henry and Joe out of the ring again; but Reb is once more in trouble. Cormack lifts him up for a vertical suplex -- and holds him there, seconds ticking by.
Zach Davis: This isn't good for the New Confederacy.. But wait! Johnny fights out of it and forces MacNeill to let go!
Considerably winded, Johnny pulls himself upright using the ropes and struggles to his corner. MacNeill is after him instantly, but just a split second too late as Reb's hand slaps Doc's, and the tag is made.
Henry enters the ring, just inches away from MacNeill. The two stare hard at each other for all of about a second... then Doc Henry hauls back and hits Cormack with a bitch slap that echoes throughout the arena. MacNeill's head turns. He takes the barest moment to check his jaw, then turns to Doc with a nasty smile on his face. Henry, however, isn't about to make the same mistake as his partner. He goes for a Ric Flair-style chop to the chest -- only to be clocked with a right cross instead. The impact turns him a quarter of the way around and sends him staggering.
Erin Robbins: MacNeill looks like he could go at this pace all night! Irish Whip -- right into Cormack's own corner! Doc's in real trouble now!
Zach Davis: You don't have to sound quite so happy about it, Erin. Steeltoe Joe looking for a tag, but... MacNeill refuses! Joe looks upset!
Cormack takes several paces back, measuring visually, lining everything up just so. With a wicked grin, he runs at Doc -- obligingly held in place by a disgruntled STJ -- but at the last possible second, Doc Henry manages to slip from Joe's grip.
Erin Robbins: Holy shit! MacNeill just crashed into the turnbuckle -- and knocked his own partner down!
The Southern Rogue is back up, looking at MacNeill speculatively. He seems to come to some kind of decision, walks to the next corner, and settles into a crouch, eyes on his opponent the whole time. Cormack gets back to his feet, and looks up just in time to see Doc charging at him full speed.
Zach Davis: SPEAR! Doc takes MacNeill down with a spear! He's not wasting any more time. Doc wants to finish this now!
Even as Henry pulls Cormack to his feet again, STJ climbs back up on the ring apron. Doc gets MacNeill into a facelock and lifts him up... And Joe smacks his dazed partner on the shoulder! Henry doesn't see it, but the ref does. Doc drops MacNeill with a DDT and goes for the cover -- then looks confused when the ref doesn't start counting.
Doc glances up... to see a big boot coming right at his face! He turns away in time to only take part of the blow, but he's obviously seeing stars. STJ gives him space to get up again, patient now, like a predator waiting to strike. As soon as Doc is steady, Joe reaches for his arm and whips him across the ring -- Doc bounces off the ropes and ducks the clothesline attempt -- rebounds off the other side -- and nails STJ with a crossbody!
Erin Robbins: Well that probably put out the Holy Flame...
Henry goes for the pin, but he's too close to the edge of the ring. Before he can even hook the leg, Doc gets yanked out of the ring by MacNeill. The two start yelling at each other, while Joe gets back up and tries to puzzle out what happened there. Doc gets in MacNeill's face; MacNeill responds by shoving Henry into the steel barricade. Henry's answer to that is to whip MacNeill into the ring apron, at which point, Joe leaps down and joins the argument.
STJ grabs Doc Henry and runs him toward the corner, slamming Henry's head against the ring steps once...twice...three times... before Johnny Reb rushes along the apron and launches himself at Joe!
Zach Davis: It's chaos at ringside now, with Doc's forehead busted open, Johnny battling Big Joe, and... Cormack...reaching over the crowd barrier for a chair!
Erin Robbins: The referee better get this under control quick!
MacNeill swings his chair with no apparent regard for who, exactly, gets hit. Doc spots it and knocks it back into Cormack's face with a kick. He looks around for his opponent -- who is dragging Reb by the hair toward the very obscure Portuguese broadcast table. Joe scoops Reb up and drops him onto the table, then gets onto the ring apron -- where Doc Henry is waiting for him. They trade rights, back and forth. Doc ducks one, then grabs Joe in a modified headlock and -- just as Reb rolls off the table -- the pair go crashing down through it! The crowd starts chanting: "THIS IS AWESOME!"
Zach Davis: It looks like Johnny got clear just in time, but Doc and Joe -- still the legal men -- may be unconscious. We could be looking at a double countout, here.
Erin Robbins: That's boring. Get up, you lazy bastards!
And the count begins.
STJ starts to stir.
He picks himself up from the wreckage of the table, shaky on his feet. Doc, meanwhile, manages to sit up.
STJ rolls under the bottom rope to stop the count, then goes right back out. Doc is standing now, a little worse for the wear, facing hs opponent. Behind Doc, Cormack creeps in closer, eyes blazing with old-fashioned Celtic fury. Just as Cormack is about to charge Doc from behind, Johnny races past, out of nowhere and crashes right into MacNeill. It's not pretty, but it's effectively distracting. While the ref is paying attention to that, Doc takes the opportunity to rake Joe's eyes. He follows up with a punch to the groin, then rolls his opponent under the bottom rope one more time.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry back in the ring, and back in control as he maneuvers his opponent away from the ropes. He lifts Joe up...and... Backdrop suplex! And the cover!
THR -- NO!
Erin Robbins: No luck for the Confederacy here, Zach. Joe kicks out with authority!
Zach Davis: But Doc isn't done yet! As soon as Steeltoe is up, he gets a taste of Doc's boot!
Henry then grabs a dazzled Joe by the back of his head and pulls him over to the ropes, where he proceeds to give STJ an up-close and personal look at them by dragging Joe's face along them. Seeing his partner in trouble, Cormack gets into the ring again and rushes to Joe's aid with a kick to Doc Henry's junk.
Erin Robbins: MacNeill may not have a lot of respect for his partner, as he has demonstrated tonight, but he certainly doesn't want to lose.
Without wasting any time, he grabs Joe's arm and whips him toward the corner. Joe sags against the turnbuckle, catching his breath, while Cormack gets back outside. Then, looking right into Joe's eyes, he very deliberately smacks him on the shoulder exactly the way STJ did to him previously.
Zach Davis: Or maybe he just wants to pay his partner back for the earlier disrespect. Either way, he's fresher than Doc Henry, which can only spell trouble for the Southern Rogue.
MacNeill makes his way to a winded Doc. Henry greets him with a clumsy punch; Cormack returns it with a stiff one, then backs away. He waits. Doc shakes off the effects and straightens, glaring at MacNeill. Cormack smiles and motions at him to bring it. Henry tenses; takes a run at MacNeill... but Cormack is more than ready with a Brogue Kick.
Erin Robbins: Instant Hangover! Cormack MacNeill just gave Doc Henry an Instant Hangover! He hooks the leg...
Johnny rushes in to break it up, but STJ is there to stop him.
Zach Davis: That's it, ladies and gentlemen! Cormack MacNeill and Steeltoe Joe pick up a big win over the New Confederacy!
The Dropkick Murphys' "Deeds Not Words" plays over the PA while Cormack celebrates in the ring with STJ, who is a little more subdued under the circumstances. The crowd rains boos down on them.
Suddenly, the music stops. The lights flicker. MacNeill and Joe bail from ringside, not wanting any part of whatever it is that's about to happen -- leaving the New Confederacy alone in the ring, weary from the intense match. All the lights go out; a single spot snaps on, illuminating Doc and Johnny. There is a subtle sound, soft at first, like dozens of voices whispering; then louder, moaning, clicking, hissing. The Confederates move to stand back to back as figures emerge from under the ring, from within the crowd. The Gathering swarm into the ring, jagged teeth gnashing as they move in to surround Doc and Johnny. Lithe, pale, feminine figures glide through the mass of blood-crazed midgets; moving with purpose toward Reb, and effectively separating him from Doc.
Zach Davis: I don't like this, Erin. Where the Gathering are, their master can't be far behind. If IT is here now, there's no question what IT's after.
Erin Robbins: No question at all, Zach. And considering what's been going on this week, are you surprised?
WIthout warning, Oblivion appears in their midst. Not there one moment, and the next -- right in the middle of it all. Busy trying to shake one of the little persons off of his leg, the Southern Rogue doesn't notice Oblivion... not until the Monster blasts him with a superkick!
Zach Davis: Holy shit! The God of Insanity just took Doc Henry down! Where the hell is security?
Oblivion turns his attention to Johnny Reb. The sultry Vixen slip away from Reb to take up positions around the ring, blocking any potential escape routes.
Erin Robbins: Things look pretty bleak for the Inveterate One now!
Johnny goes right on the offense, but Oblivion has a solid hundred pounds over Reb. They trade punches, for a few seconds, until Oblivion nails Reb with a forearm smash. Without wasting any more time, the Monster hefts Johnny effortlessly into a fireman's carry, and...
Zach Davis: 5150! I can't believe this!
The God of Insanity stares at the lifeless Reb, a sneer on his face as he watches the Gathering pummel on the Inveterate Confederate and the Southern Rogue. And only now do security forces rush into the arena, far too late. At an unspoken command, the Gathering leave off their activity and follow as Oblivion calmly walks back up the ramp.
Erin Robbins: Oblivion just sent a very strong message to the New Confederacy. What does this mean for Revenge?
After the match, and after the Oblivion/Reb crazyness, Steeltoe Joe is clearly upset and agitated. He’s got something on his mind. He motions for a microphone from the ring announcer. He takes it in his hand, he looks all around at the fans and points his finger at them all.
Steeltoe Joe: This week… I am sure you loved it right? Am I right?! Well what about last week when Chelsea Armstrong clocked me in the skull with my championship?
The crowd pops with Cheers but there are a few Joe fans booing.
Steeltoe Joe: Of course you loved it! Well eat it up because I am not waiting for this next Sunday! I want Chelsea Armstrong out here right now! We are going to do this tonight!
Without any Hesitation at all, “Perfect Insanity” by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting both cheers and boos from the crowd. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd. She looks at Steeltoe Joe with an angry glare. She doesn’t hesitate though as she walks down to the ring to meet Joe face to face. The crowd is cheering like crazy, probably the biggest pop of the night. She rolls into the ring and as she does Joe starts to kick her and stomp his big Steel tipped boots all over her body, she isn’t fragile though as she grabs Joe’s legs and takes him down to the mat. She starts pounding Joe’s face with her fist. Joe quickly rolls her over and starts hitting her in the face with his massive fist. There is a mutual hatred in between these too. It’s been building for weeks and now its boiling over. Joe gets up to try to pick Chelsea up but before he can she hits him with one of the hardest low blows ever seen. The crowd cheers as loud as they can as Joe is holding himself on the mat below. Chelsea plays to the crowd and then blows a kiss at Joe trying to taunt him. Joe is pissed and out of pure anger he gets passed the pain and spears Chelsea to the ground. All hell has broken loose and now the backstage stooges are out trying to break things up. They grab Chelsea and as they are distracting her Joe takes the very opportune moment and grabs her up and hits a quick but vicious BAPTISM on the People’s Champion. The woman doesn’t stay down though! Pure anger is fueling these two as they fight on and on with the backstage hands trying to get them to stop. Chelsea finally gets behind Joe and hits SWEET INSANITY. Joe doesn’t want to stay down, he tries to get back up but before he can Chelsea wraps him up and puts him in the painful DREAM CATCHER submission hold. Joe and Chelsea are both full of a mixture of blood and sweat but finally the WCF staff is able to contain them on different sides of the ring. They roll Joe out through the crowd and walk Chelsea up the ramp as they continue to give each other evil staredowns.
When Slam comes back from commercial we see Bryan Worthy again on the “What’s the Buzz?” set. He starts his spiel.
Buzz: You’d have to look long and hard to find a wrestler who’s had more of an impact on the sport than Steve Orbit. Since signing on with WCF in 2012 he has racked up an impressive number of victories in the ring, and generated considerable news outside it. Recently, the company’s newest Grand Slam Champion has gone through some extreme changes in how and with whom he chooses to do his business. “What’s the Buzz?” met with him earlier in the week to ask him why, as well as several other questions.
We shift to a taped segment of Bryan and The Mack sitting down for an interview.
Buzz: Your time as WCF World Champion concluded recently. It was your second reign with the belt, a tenure many are calling one of the most exciting in recent WCF history. Looking back, what moments stand out, either positively or negatively, to you?
Steve Orbit: What stands out is beating five other World Champions and pinning Jonny Fly to win the belt at Timebomb. That was a glorious moment, a highlight of my career without a doubt. Other than that, I mean, the reign was historic. It was just another accomplishment for me. Ever since I signed my contract back in 2012, I knew I would make history with the World Title. I ain't really tryin' to look back on it right now. I'm tryin' to look ahead and keep my fuckin' feet on the ground.
Buzz: You lost the World Title at Ultimate Showdown, but did not walk away empty handed. Are you happy being WCF’s newest Hardcore Champion, or do you see it as a sort of consolation prize?
Steve Orbit: Consolation prize? Who would see it was a consolation prize? That's foolish, Buzz. I mean-- let me tell it to you straight up, there's only one belt in WCF. There's only one title that matters and that's the World title which is currently being held by my brother ICE Beckman. But this Hardcore thing, it's something different. I've never really looked at myself as a hardcore guy. I mean, sure-- people have said it about me, but me, personally, I never woke up in the morning and made a mean face in the mirror or tried to scare people with my looks or talking in riddles. That's not really who I am as a performer. So I might not be the typical, cookie cutter Hardcore wrestler, but when the situation calls for it, I have proven that I can get as low down dirty, as nasty as anybody. I ain't afraid to shed some blood, if necessary. I think my record speaks for itself when it comes to hardcore matches. So to answer your question, I'm happy with the Hardcore title. It's a new chapter for me. It's a new direction and a new challenge, it's fresh. I'm totally satisfied with it.
Buzz: After Ultimate Showdown, you left Pantheon and joined the Vapor Kings in a very controversial manner; literally switching sides while part of the Main Event of the August 3rd episode of Slam and costing your original team the match. By choosing this method many feel you added to the continued undermining of the integrity of the sport. How do you answer those charges?
Steve Orbit: Wah, wah. These are the same people who cheered for me when I was the one gettin' my ass kicked from behind. This is not a sport of integrity-- this is a sport of doing what's necessary to keep yourself afloat and keep yourself at the top of the card. I'm not waiting for people to attack me anymore. I'm tired of always being on defense. I'ma be the one who gets you first from now on. And I have Buddy Roman to thank for that, for showing me the right way to go about things in this business.
Buzz: There are some… armchair psychologists who believe one of the reasons you joined the Vapor Kings is because of the strong, uh, familial bond that formed between you and Pro Wrestling Super Agent Buddy Roman. Do you think there is any credence to that theory, given how tumultuous your relationship is with your own father?
Steve Orbit: What kinda question is that? Is that... I mean, how do I answer that? Buddy Roman is my father. He is. He's the only person in this business who cares about me-- not how much money I'm makin', not if I'm winning or losing. He cares about ME. Steve Orbit. So yeah, is that why I joined the Vapor Kings? You're fuckin' right it is. I'll fight for Buddy until my last breath, and I don't really care what kind theories and... prophesizing people wanna talk about. It don't matter. I'm finally happy, I finally found some peace in my life and these people just wanna tarnish it. It's sickening.
Buzz: Your first defense of the Hardcore Title will be against the Number One Contender Grayson Pierce. This will not take place at the Revenge Pay Per View, as you are both booked in other matches. You’ve been very dismissive of “Livewire” in weeks prior to this, however. Do you not consider him a real threat to your championship?
Steve Orbit: First of all, I didn't even know who Limewire was until a week ago. I don't care about him, and no, I don't consider him a threat to anything. I guess he has some people talkin' right now, whatever. Kids like him are a dime a dozen. They come and they go-- you know that, Buzz. We'll have our match, I'll dominate his fuckin' ass and he'll drop off the face of the planet. That's my prediction.
Buzz: The man you will be facing at Revenge is your old stablemate Jayson Price, which is very appropriate given your histories. Some say he is in fact the real reason you left Pantheon for the Vapor Kings. Is there any truth to that?
Steve Orbit: These people and their theories, man. Is he part of the reason? Sure. He was out there stabbing me in the back every week for a month and the guys in Pantheon just told me, oh, he's just lusting over the World title. Don't take it personally. You know what? I did take it personally. It showed me where I stood in Pantheon. I'm the guy who carried the entire fuckin' stable, shit, the entire company on my back for the first half of this year-- and they treatin' me like it don't matter when I get kicked in my face by somebody who supposed to have my back. Well, guess what-- what goes around comes around. Now, Pantheon is stuck with Jayson Price and they lost Steve Orbit. Tell me, who's loss is that? Really. At Revenge, I promise you-- I'll show once and for all that I AM better than Jayson Price. There will be no doubt in anybody's mind.
Buzz: You made national news this week when you appeared at Slam and originally refused to wrestle a match against the openly gay Isaiah Chavis due to his orientation. This caused considerable uproar in the homosexual and lesbian community. Many are demanding an apology from you, and some are even going so far as to threaten WCF with boycotts and protests if you are not in some way disciplined for your statements. What are your thoughts on the fallout of your actions towards Mister Chavis? Looking back, do you still stand by those statements?
Steve Orbit: Yeah, yeah-- I'm no stranger to the controversy, Buzz. They hate me because I tell the truth. You can't tell me there wasn't a big segment of the WCF universe that agreed with every word I said last week. They just too worried about people's feelings to tell the truth. If they want an apology? I'm sorry I didn't beat Chavis. I'm sorry. I was too worried about watchin' my ass and makin' sure this man wasn't gonna try to put the moves on me. I should have been more focused.
Zach Davis: This next match ought to be a good one, as Jay Omega gets set to take revenge on Michael Easton!
Erin Robbins: I wouldn't call it "revenge", Zach. It's more like re-establishing a long standing reputation.
Zach Davis: That was a bit more wordy than I would have expected from you.
Erin Robbins: Jay sent me some talking points, along with two hundred bucks.
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: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
Twenty three seconds in, a bolt of lightning strikes the field, and the song's pace picks up. A man's silhouette becomes visible in the field, and he begins walking forward. He reaches the camera, and raises his bowed head. Just then, a bolt of lightning strikes the screen behind him, accompanied by an explosion on the stage in a flare of blinding white light. When sight returns, the lights return to normal, and Jay Omega is standing at the top of the ramp, looking out over the crowd.
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia; weighing in at two hundred twenty six pounds... JAAAY OOOMEGAAA!
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.
Zach Davis: No mask tonight, so it would be safe to assume that Omega is, uh, himself.
Erin Robbins: According to my notes, that's correct, and you're a dumbass.
Zach Davis: Hey now! What--
Erin Robbins: No, that's in the notes; "No mask means Jay is Jay, and ZD is a dumbass. Pass it on."
"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: And his opponent, from Albany, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty-one pounds...MICHAAEEL EEAASTOOON!
The crowd boos and jeers, but he refuses to acknowledge their comments, he moves forward and ascends the steel steps before slipping between the top and middle rope.
Zach Davis: I do hope those so-called notes of yours might actually help you call the match.
Erin Robbins: Not what from what I'm seeing so far.
Zach Davis: Either way, Michael Easton doesn't look pleased to be stepping into the ring with Jay Omega.
Erin Robbins: Well, Omega did, and I quote, "kick his teeth so far down his throat, Mikey has to stick a toothbrush up his ass to clean them". That's in the notes too, before you ask.
(DING DING DING!)
The last ring of the bell still hangs in the air when Easton and Omega meet in the middle of the ring; foregoing the usual jockeying for position, and just swinging at each other. The ref takes a step forward to presumably issue a warning about the flurry of closed fists, but thinks better of it, and allows the two men to blow off some steam. Neither man gives an inch, pummelling each other with body blows and head shots, until Michael retracts a fist en route, and hits Jay in the temple with a sharp elbow strike that sends him stumbling to the side. Easton steps in to follow, but a sharp Muay Thai kick to his ribs fends him off. Omega shakes his head to clear it, then feints a right hook, before ducking low with a leg sweep that takes Michael off his feet. Jay tries to pounce on him, but Easton is quick to recover; rolling backward out of reach and to his feet.
Zach Davis: No finesse here, tonight, just an old fashioned brawl.
Erin Robbins: And I love it!
Zach Davis: And for once, it seems the crowd is on your side.
Erin Robbins: Like I care.
Omega raises a hand, calling for a test of strength, and Michael eyes him warily. Jay puts on a disarming smile, and motions with his free hand for Easton to indulge him. Tentatively, Michael does so, interlacing his fingers with Omega's. Jay reaches out his other hand, and Easton drives a hard knee into his ribs, wrings the arm he holds, then pulls Omega in for a short-arm clothesline. Michael starts raining forearm clubs down on Jay's head, which proves to be an ineffective strategy, as Omega fires a knee of his own into Easton's ribs. Jay follows up with a palm strike to the jaw, then rolls away from Michael, and comes to his feet. The two of them grapple in a classic collar and elbow tie up, with Omega quickly slipping into a side headlock. Easton slides out the back, turning it into a hammerlock, but Jay reverses with a hammerlock of his own, then pushes Michael forward, and slaps him in the back of the head.
Zach Davis: A complete lack of respect on Omega's part, there.
Erin Robbins: He's just trying to get under Easton's skin.
Zach Davis: Is that in your notes too?
Erin Robbins: No, actually. I was supposed to say "he must have been picturing you" if you said anything about no respect.
Easton turns around, fury blazing in his eyes, to find Omega with a cocky half-grin on his face. Michael throws a haymaker, which Jay blocks, then retaliates with a toe kick to Easton's midsection. A double axe handle crashes down on the back of Michael's head, and he drops to a knee. Before Omega can continue his offense, Easton lunges forward with a double leg takedown, and starts hammering away again. Jay covers up, wraps his legs around Michael's waist, and heel kicks him in the kidneys. Easton arches his spine, and claps a hand to his lower back, giving Omega the opportunity to push him off, then clamber to his feet. Jay wipes a hand under his nose, then smiles, and motions for Michael to bring it on. Easton hesitates, then extends his hand; mimicking Omega's earlier call for a test of strength. Jay laughs, then obliges. Both men interlace their fingers and the contest is on.
Zach Davis: Classic sportsmanship here.
Erin Robbins: Classic time wasting, you mean.
Zach Davis: Whoever comes out on top of this--
Erin Robbins: Will prove nothing. Wrestling is about more than just strength, Zach. It's about skill, wit, and showmanship.
Zach Davis: That's in your notes, isn't it?
Erin Robbins: Yep.
Michael begins to take the advantage, and forces Omega back and down onto one knee. Jay shakes his head determinedly, and pushes himself back up, then bears down on Easton; bending him over backward. Michael suddenly reverses his grip, putting pressure on Omega's wrists, and bringing Jay up on his toes. Omega snaps off a headbutt to Easton's mouth, then ducks under one arm, and hits a bridging Northern Lights suplex. The ref doesn't even get the chance to move before Michael kicks out, and rolls to his feet. Easton throws a jab, and Jay ducks under to slip around the back, where he locks in a sleeper hold. The ref moves into position, and checks to make sure the hold is a true sleeper not a disguised choke. While the official is distracted, Michael mule kicks Omega in the groin, and elbows his way free of the loosened grip.
Zach Davis: What an underhanded tactic!
Erin Robbins: You do what you've gotta do, Zach.
Zach Davis: There's absolutely no excuse for something like that! I don't expect you to understand, Erin, you're not a man.
Erin Robbins: By all accounts, neither are you.
Jay stands slightly hunched over as Easton hits the ropes, and comes back with running knee strike to the side of the head, quickly followed by a neckbreaker. Michael floats over into a mounted position, and begins slamming his fist into Omega's head again, when Jay ducks his head to the side, causing Easton's fist to impact with the mat. Omega quickly rolls the two of them over, and starts driving the point of his elbow into Michael's forehead. Easton retaliates by slamming both knees into Omega's back, sending him sprawling to the mat, and allowing Michael to wriggle free. Jay climbs back to his feet, surreptitiously rubbing at his throat, then spins around to spew a spray of blue mist in Easton's direction. At the last possible moment, Michael grabs the ref's shirt and hits the deck, pulling the unfortunate official directly into the line of fire. The fine mist settles on the ref's face, and he slumps to the mat in a peaceful slumber.
Zach Davis: What the hell was that?
Erin Robbins: A throwback to Omega's time spent in Japan is what it was.
Zach Davis: Seems like everybody and his brother knows how to produce that... stuff.
Erin Robbins: You just need to learn which glands to stimulate, according to these notes.
Easton rises to one knee, and throws a hard uppercut into Omega's giggleberries that drops Jay down to a kneeling position as well. Michael slaps on a front facelock as he rises, and hits Omega with repeated knees to the gut to soften him up. Easton then whips Jay toward the corner and starts to follow him in, but stops short as Omega springs to the second turnbuckle and pushes off, spinning 180 degrees with a front dropkick that misses by a country mile. Jay drops to the mat and immediately clutches at his back, but has no time to recuperate. Michael quickly gathers him up and snaps off a suplex, drags Omega back to his feet, and whips him toward the opposite corner. Easton follows again, this time connecting with a double knee strike to Jay's chest half a heartbeat after Omega's back impacts the turnbuckles. Michael backs off a little as Jay staggers out of the corner, and Easton nails a deep arm drag that sees Omega's legs land on the back of the sleeping ref's head.
Zach Davis: That's definitely not going to help the official wake up.
Erin Robbins: I don't think that was the plan, Zach.
Zach Davis: Oh, suddenly you know what's going through Michael Easton's head?
Erin Robbins: Not hard to figure out. He wants to put Jay in his place, and move on to what he considers bigger and better things. If that means bending a few rules, well, Easton obviously doesn't have a problem with that.
Jay scrambles to his feet as Michael approaches, and fires off an ill-timed roundhouse kick. Easton catches the leg, and slams Omega back to the mat with a capture suplex, followed by a series of knee strikes to the ribs. Jay rakes the eyes to break up the clutch and rolls to his feet, one arm slung across his burning chest. Michael rocks him with a European uppercut, kicks Omega in the gut, then drops him to the mat with a DDT. Easton rises and shoots the ropes again as Jay slowly pushes himself up. Michael comes back and jumps up, placing one foot at the back of Omega's neck, and drives him headfirst into the canvas with a vicious curb stomp. This has an unexpected result, however; rather than limply lay still, Jay rolls onto his back, kips up to his feet, then pulls a piece of black leather from the right cargo pocket of his pants. Easton seems taken aback by Omega's speedy recovery, giving Jay the time he needs to slip the mask over his face.
Zach Davis: This can't be good.
Erin Robbins: Or it could be. Depends on which personality comes out to play.
Zach Davis: And which are you hoping for; The Omega Man, or the Hardcore Maniac?
Erin Robbins: The Maniac, obviously.
Michael charges at Omega, who catches him with a powerslam in the middle of the ring. Omega shucks his vest as he stands up, and tries to tear his muscle shirt in half, but fails miserably. He shrugs, then starts to strut around the ring with some stylish flair; completely ignoring Easton rising behind him. Michael hoists himself onto the second turnbuckle as Omega makes his way back toward him, then jumps off with a missile dropkick just as The Omega Man turns to face him. Omega bounces off the mat, intentionally overselling the dropkick, and rolls onto his knees with his hands out before him; begging Easton to stop. Unrelenting, Michael comes in with a stiff right hand to the side of The Omega Man's head. Omega slowly shakes his head in response, and begins pumping his fists to the cheering of the crowd.
Zach Davis: Seriously?
Erin Robbins: I can't believe I agree with you.
Zach Davis: I can't believe the fans are so into this.
Erin Robbins: Well, they are pretty stupid.
Easton lands another punch as The Omega Man rises to his feet, his fists shaking more fervently with each passing second. Michael hits a clubbing blow to the clavicle, which Omega shrugs off. Easton follows up with a straight punch to the face as The Omega Man turns around, which seemingly has no effect. Omega points at Michael with one hand, and blocks an incoming swing with the other. A trio of punches backs Easton up against the ropes, and the Omega Man whips him across the ring. As Michael rebounds, Omega jumps into the air with a flying bicycle kick, then shoots the ropes himself. The Omega Man returns to Easton's prone body, and nails a flipping leg drop as the referee drowsily pushes himself up to all fours. The official rubs the sleep(and Asian mist) from his eyes, and yawns widely. Omega pops to his feet, obviously fired up, and moves to the corner. He takes hold of the top rope, and begins stomping his right foot repeatedly; the pace quickening as Michael slowly climbs to his feet.
Zach Davis: Oh my good God, he's going to get himself sued.
Erin Robbins: I'm pretty sure he can afford a lawsuit or two.
Easton turns around, and The Omega Man bursts out of the corner with a superkick that catches Michael flush on the jaw, and sends him dropping back down to the mat. Omega immediately runs to the ropes, and springboards off the second one with a moonsault into a cover. The still-sleepy ref flops into position, and makes the count.
(DING DING DING!)
Zach Davis: A rather inauspicious ending, but Jay Omega picks up the win.
Erin Robbins: Yes, his glorious reputation remains intact, after a well deserved victory over Michelangelo the Easter Bunny.
Zach Davis: You can stop reading from those notes any time, you know.
Erin Robbins: That wasn't in the notes.
The Omega Man allows the ref to hold his arm high, then grips the official in a tight hug before he leaps over the top rope to land in a crumpled heap on the floor. After a moment, Omega picks himself up, dusts himself off, and Moonwalks up the ramp while shooting at the crowd with finger guns.
Zach Davis: I hear from a crew that something is happening backstage that we might be interested in.
Erin Robbins: Why do I doubt I’ll be interested in it?
A camera moves around backstage and peeks around a corner where Gray Pierce is talking to Chelsea Armstrong.
Zach Davis: That’s Ice Beckman’s current love interest. There’s no way this isn’t a calculated move by Pierce.
The camera pans in more and finally words can be heard.
Livewire: … so he wrote to the entire company, including the President and owner ‘Happy Father’ instead of Happy Father’s day.
Gray laughed whole heartedly while Chelsea let out a unsteady giggle… you had to hear the first part I guess.
Chelsea Armstrong: I guess some people just don’t get it.
Livewire: No, this guy definitely did NOT get it. But you know what, Chelsea, it seems to me that you DO get it, that’s what I like about you.
Chelsea looked at him, almost as if trying to read his features before letting a small smile come to her lips and nodding.
Livewire: You’re strong and smart, two great qualities in a girl.
Chelsea punches Gray in the arm 'jokingly'. Gray holds his arm where he was struck.
Livewire: Ouch, really strong.
Chelsea Armstrong: I guess I don’t know my own strength sometimes.
Chelsea laughs and Gray joins along with her. Then he pulls out his iPhone
Livewire: I’d love to learn how you do some of those moves, that Swinging Fisherman’s Neckbreaker is amazing.
Chelsea Armstrong: The Devil’s Wing, yea, that’s nothing.
Livewire: No, it’s super impressive. Why don’t you give me your number and maybe we can work on some moves together.
Chelsea reluctantly takes the phone and types in it. Gray smiles and takes the phone back, nods and walks away.
Livewire: Great, I’ll call you soon.
The crowd cheers and WCF Champion Ice Beckman appears on screen.
Ice Beckman: Hey, babe. You mind me asking what that was all about?
Chelsea Armstrong: Oh that, we were just talking.
Ice Beckman: You think that one of the men trying to take my title away from me was just talking to you randomly?
Chelsea Armstrong: Calm down, babe. He’s harmless.
Ice Beckman: Then why did you give him your number? Yea, I saw that.
Chelsea Armstrong: You think I… oh, that old gag? Yea, I gave him a fake number.
Ice looks at her bewildered.
Chelsea Armstrong: You know the only person I want drunk dialing me all hours of the night is you.
She gives him a kiss on the cheek and he smiles.
Ice Beckman: That’s why I like you so much… but if you gave him a fake number, whose number did you give him?
The scene fades to Gray Pierce on his cell phone, he turns the speaker phone on and he hears the familiar low tone signifying a telephone ringing on the other end. A Voice on the other end picks up.
Livewire: Hey there beautiful, remember me?
Voice: This is Shitty Wok Chinese Restaurant. Whatchu want?
Livewire: What? Who is this?
Voice: Dis is Shitty Wok, SHITTY WOK, WHY YOU NO HEAR ME?
Gray hangs up the phone and deletes the number from his phone.
Livewire: What a bitch.
The scene fades.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall!
"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 some standard referee garb. 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.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time I would like to introduce the SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE for this contest. From Oakland, California... being accompanied to the ring by Buddy Roman... he is the WCF HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!
At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and stands in the center of the ring, next to Kyle Steel.
Zach Davis: It's been nearly a month since Steve Orbit joined the Vapor Kings, and the crowd is firmly against him. Especially after what he pulled last week with Isaiah Chavis.
Erin Robbins: He was honest about his feelings. You people are so soft and politically correct.
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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from--
Orbit grabs the mic from Steel. After some brief resistance, Steel leaves the ring.
Steve Orbit: Yo yo yo... first up we got this clown, representing old, tired ass Pantheon... he's from some shithole called Philadelphia... the weakest Internet Champion in history... JAYSON "DON'T CALL ME JAY" PRICE!
Price gets in Orbit's face. Orbit threatens to throw the match out before it starts.
Zach Davis: Well, the match hasn't even begun, and Price and Orbit are already at each other's throats.
Erin Robbins: Jayson Price needs to relax. Have a sense of humor for crying out loud.
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder with the real hardcore championship around his waist.
Steve Orbit: Next up we got this fat, ugly bastard... he's weighin' in at like 600 pounds probably... his breath stinks like a motherfucker... he's the lesser half of the Tag Team Champions, ALEX RICHARDS!
Alex enters the ring and flips off Orbit with both hands to the delight of the crowd. Orbit hands the mic to a ring hand, and whispers something to the ring hand.
Zach Davis: What is Orbit doing? Let's get the match started!
The ring hand passes a pair of latex gloves to Orbit. Orbit puts the gloves on and approaches Price, telling him to turn around and spread his legs.
Zach Davis: What the hell?
Erin Robbins: He has to check for weapons! Can't blame the guy for wanting to be thorough. He's doing his job!
Price refuses, shoving off Orbit. Orbit winds his hand back for the Pimp Slap-- but Alex Richards gets in between them. Price grabs Richards and the two men begin trading blows. Orbit calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Zach Davis: This is going to be a shit show.
Erin Robbins: I don't think you can say "shit" on TV.
Zach Davis: Orbit said "mother effer" a minute ago!
Erin Robbins: He's the official! He has authoritah. And you must respect it.
Zach Davis: Oh no-- nothing's worse than Steve Orbit with authoritah.
Richards and Price continue to brawl in the middle of the ring. Finally, they lock up. Price puts Richards in a front facelock, but Richards prys the arms off and switches behind Price with a hammerlock. Price elbows his way out but he turns around and gets kicked in the gut. Richards with another kick to the gut, followed by a chop to the throat. Richards backs Price into the corner and hits several knife edge chops to his chest. Richards throws rights and lefts to Price's gut.
Zach Davis: One half of the WCF Tag Team champions, Alex Richards. Pummeling away at Jayson Price.
Erin Robbins: Richards has been a breakout star this year, making it to the Ultimate Showdown match and really putting out great performances week in and week out.
Richards takes a few steps back and goes for a running big boot into the corner, but Price ducks out of the way. Richards' leg gets caught over the top rope-- as he struggles, Price grabs one of his arms and kicks him in the face, before executing a powerful armdrag into an armbar submission.
Zach Davis: Price just HEAVED Richards out of the corner.
Price applies pressure to the arm as Richards refuses to submit.
Erin Robbins: We couldn't see a submission this early in the match-- could we?
Richards is able to grab the bottom rope with his free arm as Orbit instructs Price to release him. Price goes to grab Alex but he gets his eyes raked, creating seperation.
Zach Davis: Big surprise, Orbit didn't see that one.
Alex Richards grabs Price for a headbutt. Price stumbles back and Richards wraps both hands around his neck in a blatant choke.
Zach Davis: Oh, come on. Steve Orbit is laughing!
Erin Robbins: After all the anguish Jayson Price has caused him, can you blame the guy?
Richards lifts Price off of his feet by the neck and throws him several feet across the ring. Price tries to get back up but Richards is there to stomp his head. Richards begins to stomp Price's hand, his arm, his upper body, and his legs.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards with the Garvin Stomp!
Erin Robbins: And that's a big man. There's a lot of force behind those boots. Simple and effective.
Richards drops down to pin Price.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price kicks out before two.
Richards stands above Price and drops down to a seated position-- but Price rolls away!
Zach Davis: Ouch! He went for the Richards Suffocanator, but he landed right on his tailbone.
Price rolls to his feet and finds Richards sitting up on the mat, holding his lower back and wincing. Price grabs Richards by the head and delivers a muay thai style kick... and another... and three more.
Erin Robbins: Richards might be seeing stars-- and Price with the running knee!
Zach Davis: KNEEGASM! Price with the cover.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards kicks out at two!
Price pulls Alex up with him. He hits him with a forearm to the face and then whips him into the corner... as Richards stumbles out of the corner, Price grabs him and uses the momentum to hit a release belly-to-belly suplex. Price climbs the turnbuckle and hits a second-rope elbow drop, followed by a pin.
Erin Robbins: NO, Richards kicks out at two again.
Zach Davis: Price is in complete control. He's gotta be thinking about ending this-- if Orbit let's him, that is.
Erin Robbins: Steve Orbit has been nothing but professional thus far.
Price goes to pull up Richards but Richards hits him with a low blow!
Zach Davis: OOF. Yeah, nothing is getting by Referee Orbit tonight. Jeez.
Price doubles over. He eyes Orbit, who pretends he was looking the other way. Richards slowly gets to his feet, regaining his composure. Price tries to shake off the low blow. He charges towards Richards-- Richards snatches him up and hits a T-Bone suplex! Richards reaches down and grabs Price off of the mat by his throat. He lifts him up for a chokeslam, but instead, he falls backwards driving Price face-down into the mat.
Erin Robbins: Zim-Quila Hangover!
Richards locks in the Crippler Crossface.
Zach Davis: Nowhere for Price to go! Alex Richards has got the Crossface locked in.
Price swings his arms around, trying to break free. He tries to pry off Richards' arms, but he doesn't succeed. Orbit tells him to quit, but he refuses. Finally, Price inches towards the ropes and is able to grab the bottom rope.
Zach Davis: Come on, Orbit. Tell him to break the hold!
Orbit hangs in the corner, doing nothing.
Zach Davis: What about this, Erin? Is this professional?
Erin Robbins: Come on, Zach. What do you expect. These two hate each other. Jayson Price would be doing the exact same thing to Orbit if the roles were reversed.
Richards continues to apply pressure on the hold. Orbit gets in Price's face, telling him to quit and talking trash. Finally... Orbit Pimp Slaps Price while he's in the hold.
Zach Davis: Disgusting! Steve Orbit has lost his mind.
Orbit boots Price in the face. Richards finally releases the hold and he gets up, getting in Orbit's face.
Zach Davis: Now Alex Richards is taking issue with the ref!
Erin Robbins: He's trying to help you, kid!
Orbit and Richards argue, standing over Price who is laid out. Richards is telling Orbit to just do his job. After a few moments, Richards drops down and covers Price.
Zach Davis: NO! Price kicks out!
Richards goes to grab Price off the mat-- but Price rolls him up!
Erin Robbins: Richards kicks out!
Price and Richards both slowly get to their feet. Richards throws a right hand-- Price blocks it and counters with a right of his own. Price with a European uppercut and he backs Richards into the corner, before whipping him to the opposite corner. Price chargers with a running high knee in the corner.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price picking up some momentum here...
Richards stumbles out of the corner and gets hit with a superkick! Richards drops to the mat. Orbit eyes Price.
Zach Davis: Steve Orbit knows all about that superkick.
Price drops down, pinning Richards.
Zach Davis: HEY!
Orbit grabs Price off of Richards and shoves him into the corner. Orbit throws a few jabs before lifting up one of his knees and quickly snapping off the Crane kick!
Erin Robbins: What now?!
Zach Davis: This match has gone to hell, that's what now. Poor Alex Richards has gotten caught up in the middle of a rivalry that has nothing to do with him.
Erin Robbins: Poor Alex Richards?! Price just had him pinned, Orbit saved him!
Richards gets up and charges towards Orbit, but Orbit dumps him over the top rope to the outside. Orbit grabs Price and hooks him in a half nelson--
Zach Davis: HONEY DIP into the turnbuckles!
The crowd boos intensely... but suddenly, it's replaced by cheers. Corey Black sprints towards the ring with a referee in tow. He slides into the ring and before Orbit realizes he's there, Corey is hitting him with elbows to the head. Corey puts Orbit in a front facelock...
Zach Davis: YOUR PLAGUE! Corey Black saves his stablemate and sends a message to Steve Orbit at the same time.
Erin Robbins: He has no business being out here.
Orbit rolls out of the ring and is laid out at ringside. Corey checks on Price before leaving the ring. The new ref enters the ring and assesses the situation. Price is starting to stir on the mat and Richards is re-entering the ring.
Zach Davis: Finally we have a fair situation for both men.
Price and Richards are both on their feet. They trade a few shots--
Erin Robbins: Richards with a BIG right hand! Price is reeling!
Richards slips behind Price and locks him for a belly-to-back suplex-- he then wraps his hand around Price's throat, chokeslamming him on his head as he completes the suplex.
Zach Davis: FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT! Alex Richards with the cover!
DING DING DING
"I'm Not Like Everybody Else" by the Kinks plays over the PA.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards wins!
Erin Robbins: Big victory for one half of the Tag Team champions.
Richards celebrates in the ring as Price rolls out to the floor and heads up the ramp. Orbit stands at the top of the ramp and the two men have a staredown.
Zach Davis: These two men will meet next week at Revenge in a Clockwork Orange House of Fun match-- and it's guaranteed to get ugly.
Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Oh boy. Here comes Seth, our glorious leader. Notice the sarcasm.
Seth steps out from the back, grinning as he soaks in the boos as always.
Erin Robbins: Why does everyone boo him? He runs the damn company that everyone paid to come see!
Zach Davis: This is a great company DESPITE him, Erin, and the fans know it.
Seth ignores them and grins as if everyone is cheering as he slides in and grabs a mic from Kyle.
Erin Robbins: Earlier this week on teh interwebs, Seth called out three individuals. Corey Black, Isaiah Chavis, and Robert Wolf. Does this have something to do with them?
Zach Davis: I'd imagine so, Erin.
Seth clears his throat and lets the crowd die down before beginning.
Seth Lerch: Calm down, calm down everyone. Calm down.
They boo him more for a few moments; a slight flicker of annoyance flashes across his face before he continues.
Seth Lerch: I'm about to make history tonight. I'm about to announce a match that is over a DECADE in the making.
This time, the crowd buzzes.
Seth Lerch: Before I get down to the details, there are three men that I called out earlier this week, and I'd like to request these three men come down to the ring right now. First off, a man I will go on record as saying I have absolutely no respect for, a bonafide gang member, Isaiah Chavis.
"Down With Us" by Twiztid begins to bump over the P.A. system, and Isaiah dances out onto the entrance ramp. He throws his fists in the air, and encourages the crowd to make more noise as he jumps up and down. Isaiah dances down to the bottom of the ramp, and stops. HE slaps the floor, and then raises his hands up, one making a "W" sign and one making a "C". He lets out a loud "Whoop whoop" which is returned by a small section of the crowd. He smiles at the group of painted fans before rolling under the bottom rope. He looks at Seth, largely annoyed. Seth doesn't offer him a microphone or a chance to say his piece.
Seth Lerch: Next up.. Robert Wolf!
The lights dim as Wrecking Ball blasts over the PA system and the camera searches the crowd till Robert Wolf steps out from the back. Wolf slides in to the ring under the bottom rope and stands in one of the corners, just curious as to why Seth has requested him.
Seth Lerch: Last, and absolutely least..
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his street clothes. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns.
Seth Lerch: Alright, so-
Corey and Isaiah glare at each other; it appears as if Corey isn't a fan of the Juggalo. Seth gets in between them and motions for them to stop.
Seth Lerch: HEY! Hey. Calm down. There'll be plenty of time for that later, but first, I've got a match to announce.
Corey snatches the mic away from Seth.
Corey Black: You promised me this match would be worth my time, Seth. All I see out here is a regular nobody and a nobody in clown makeup. What the hell, man?
Seth snatches the mic right back.
Seth Lerch: Let me finish, Corey. As I told you, this match has been waiting for over a decade to happen. There's a reason I selected you three specifically to participate. Yes, you three WILL compete against one another at Revenge, but with one other competitor as well.
The crowd buzzes.
Seth Lerch: At Revenge, you will be competing for a Title that hasn't been active in WCF for over ten years.
A few quick witted fans think through their history and start to buzz.
Seth Lerch: Introducing to you, your opponent at Revenge... THE WCF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION... NATE NYTRO!!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
What Drives the Weak by Shadows Fall hits and no one can believe it.
Erin Robbins: We haven't seen this man in ten years! Does he seriously still have the Cruiserweight Championship!?
NATE FUCKING NYTRO steps out from the back!, Cruiserweight Championship over his shoulder!
Zach Davis: HE DOES!
Nate Nytro, dressed in business casual rather than wrestling attire, is on the stage. Oldschool fans roar at the top of their lungs.
Erin Robbins: I've seen surprising announcements before, but someone like Nate Nytro returning from out of nowhere? How did Seth pull this one out?
Nate Nytro smirks as the crowd begins chanting his name.
Crowd: NATE NYTRO! NATE NYTRO!
This is interrupted as Seth continues talking.
Seth Lerch: Hey, Nate. Calm down, there, hey.
Nate's smirking turns serious as he turns to Seth.
Seth Lerch: There's one thing I forgot to tell you.
The fans boo Seth's random news-dropping on the returning superstar.
Seth Lerch: You returning, Nate Nytro. Big surprise, right? No one expected it. HUGE surprise.
Zach Davis: Damn right!
Seth Lerch: Well, Nate Nytro, I heard you like surprises. So I put a surprise in your surprise.
Erin Robbins: ...What?
Seth Lerch: Introducing next... THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE IN NATE NYTRO'S CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE DEFENSE...
Zach Davis: What the hell is this?
Seth Lerch: THE ONE, THE ONLY... RECKLESS JACK HIMSELF.. BRAD KANE!
Erin Robbins: WHAT?!?!
Under and Over It by Five Finger Death Punch hits and BRAD KANE of all people walks out from the back.
Zach Davis: Corey Black, Nate Nytro, and Brad Kane all in the arena tonight... who would have believed it!?
Erin Robbins: Nate Nytro and Brad Kane fought in one of the biggest feuds of our "lost era" of 2005, Zach. This is a huge deal.
Nytro glares at Kane as he steps out onto the stage; Kane is in full business attire. Nytro is serious but Kane is practically giddy as he plays to the fans, over enthusiastically, shoving the fact he'll be the special guest ref in Nytro's face.
Zach Davis: A decade long rivalry has been renewed tonight.. a decade long rivalry that will come to a head at Revenge.
Erin Robbins: Can Nate Nytro defend a Title he's held for damn near ten years? Will Brad Kane, his biggest rival, LET him retain that belt?
Zach Davis: Revenge, indeed!
Brad Kane and Nate Nytro glare at one another as Corey Black watches on. Chavis and Wolf talk amongst themselves, uncaring of what all the fuss is about.. except wanting to put their names in the history books as one of the few WCF Cruiserweight Champions in history.
Erin Robbins: Time for the main event. The Vapor Kings verse Colin Marshall and Livewire!
Zach Davis: Absolutely, The number one contenders for the WCF title team up to take on the followers of Buddy Roman.
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.
"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.
Erin Robbins: Look at these two. They want it and they want it bad. They know they have the chance to take out ICE Beckman before Revenge.
Zach Davis: They Very well could but with ZMAC in his corner, that'll be hard to do. And of course, ICE's would be father, Buddy Roman.
“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” hits the PA system. Buddy Roman makes his way onto the stage
Zach Davis: Speak of the devil.
Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentleman. May I have you attention please. My name is Vincent Buddy Roman, Manager and proud father of the WCF champion, ICE Beckman. To those foolish enough to think that they can stand before The Vapor Kings and hold their heads up high that they have the opportunity to merc the world champion long before the given chance at Revenge. Well boys, you wanted it and now you got it!
“ So What Cha Want.” By The Beastie Boys hits the PA system. The light go dark as a spot light is shown on the Vapor Kings who are getting body surfed to the rings.
Erin Robbins: Look at those fans, a bunch of Judas's. Bunch of turn coat traitors. Beckman joined the VK and these fans still love him.
Zach Davis: Man of the people.
ICE and ZMAC get dumped over the railing with beers in their hands and their belts on their shoulders. They crack open the cold ones and toast the crowd before down the beers and tossing them back into the crowd. They turn and slide into the ring, taking to the turn buckle and holding their belts up high before turning towards Colin and Livewire and showing them the titles. They hop down and take to their corner.
Erin Robbins: Looks like ICE is going to start things off. Livewire and Colin cant seem to agree on whose going to start.
Zach Davis: Looks like ICE wants them both. Hey! Colin is kicking Livewire out of the ring. The Outlander is really living up to his name.
ICE and Colin lock up in the middle of the ring, Colin backs ICE up towards the ropes. ZMAC with a blind tag. Colin goes to shoot ICE off the ropes but ICE reverses. ZMAC hits the ring and nails Colin with a big boot. Colin is quick to get up and recoups in the corner.
Erin Robbins: ZMAC is a brawler best, no doubt but Colin has that speed factor.
ZMAC charges at Colin for a spear but ZMAC eats the post as Colin slips out onto the apron. ZMAC staggers out of the corner as Colin leaps onto the top ropes and comes off with a flying forearm. He rolls through the recovery and leaps up, flying through the air with a hot tag to Livewire. Livewire hits the ring!
Zach Davis: Flying side kick!
Zach Davis: ZMAC with a powerbomb!
ZMAC picks Livewire up but Livewire hooks the leg and scoops ZMAC up into a small package.
Erin Robbins: ICE makes the save!
ICE starts kicking away at Livewire.
Zach Davis: The ref doesnt see the attack, he's stopping Colin from entering the ring.
Erin Robbins: See, this is what I mean. VK are double teaming Livewire. Finally! Finally the ref opens his eyes!
Zach Davis: Wait, ZMACs the legal man, not ICE! ZMAC just slid out of the ring and went to his corner.
Buddy Roman gets up on the apron, he's yelling at the ref!
Erin Robbins: ZMAC gets back in the ring..
Zach Davis: Boot Party to Livewire!
ICE with the pin.
NOO! The ref notices his mistake and stops the count. He sends ICE out the ring and forces ZMAC into the ring.
Erin Robbins: Tag! Colin hits the ring!
ZMAC tries for a clothesline but its ducked! Colin leaps onto the ropes and springboards backwards!
Erin Robbins: Outland Knee
Buddy Roman pulls Colin off of ZMAC. The ref is arguing with Buddy Roman over what happened.
Colin picks up ZMAC and drags him towards Livewire and makes the tag.
Erin Robbins: Colin holding up ZMAC. Livewire takes a few steps back
Zach Davis: High Voltage!
Erin Robbins: But it connected with Colin! ZMAC dove out of the way!
ICE hits the ring as Livewire turns around. ICE lifts Livewire into the air!
Zach Davis: Beer Bong!
Erin Robbins: Damn it! Vapor Kings pick up the win!
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: ICE Beckman has his first World Title defense coming up. He won this thing in an Ultimate Showdown match - how will he fare in a Triple Threat?
As ICE gets his arm raised, Colin and Livewire begin arguing with one another; each blaming the other for the loss. ICE Beckman watches on, grinning to himself.
Erin Robbins: Thanks to ZMAC ducking, he's drove yet another wedge between Livewire and Colin.
Zach Davis: But remember, ICE doesn't need to get pinned or submit to lose the belt... who knows how this'll go!
Erin Robbins: See you at Revenge!
Slam fades to black as ICE Beckman watches Colin Marshall and Livewire argue, holding his World Title close.