9/7/2014


Slam Intro

"Drunk and Crazy" by Mogwai plays as Slam opens with a sweeping shot of the crowd.

Zach Davis: And we're live from the Wesbanco Arena in Wheeling, Virginia!

Freddy Whoa: Listen to this sold out crowd!

A "DUB-SEE-EFF" chant breaks out as cameras quickly switch to the parking lot area where two lines of Virgina state troopers stand at the ready.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Those guys look like they mean business.

Zach Davis: But what are a dozen state troopers doing standing outside of the arena doors?

Seth Lerch pokes his head outside from the door behind the officers and looks around before stepping outside.

Seth Lerch: Now I don't care what you men have to do, but if he even tries to come up this first step, you drag him off. Okay?

Officer #1: No need to worry Mr. Lerch, we've got this situation under control.

Zach Davis: Situation? What situation?

Seth Lerch: Excellent. I'm not going to have-

Seth pauses as his attention is drawn to a black Ferrari pulling up in front of the arena doors. The driver's side door opens and out steps Jayson Price to a rather nice pop from the crowd.

Jayson Price: So which one of you boys wants to earn a nice fiver for parking my car?

Price looks back and forth at all of the officers before turning his attention to Lerch.

Jayson Price: The hell kind of valet service is this?

Seth Lerch: Price you drunk, these are cops!

Price pulls his trusty flask out of his jacket.

Jayson Price: Who the hell are you calling a drunk?

Officer #2: Sir, are you aware it's illegal to carry an open container in public in the state of Virginia.

Jayson Price: Well then I guess it's good it's still closed, Officer Buzzkill. Now why don't you boys make like Lerch's sister's legs and split so I can get to work.

Price takes a step toward the first line of officers, who don't move a muscle.

Seth Lerch: I told you that I wasn't going to let you on my show until you were cleared by the doctors. Did you really think that I was bluffing.

Jayson Price: Well technically aren't I on the show right now?

Price turns to the nearby cameraman and waves. Pop from the crowd.

Jayson Price: See. Poking all kinds of holes in your plan.

Seth Lerch: Fine, you got on camera. But this is the closest you're getting to my ring. I've instructed these officers to arrest you if you put even one foot on this first step. And all the other doors to the arena have been locked and barricaded, so don't even think about it.

Jayson Price: You realize that's a fire hazard right? Guys, tell him that's illegal.

Officer #3: He's right, it's highly illegal.

Seth Lerch: ...

Jayson Price: Ha!

Seth Lerch: Fine! I'll take down the barricades but I'm putting every single security guard and employee at my disposal at the entrances. Let's see how far you get when I offer a reward to anyone that stops you from entering this building.

Jayson Price: Sounds great, let me know how it goes.

Price tries to walk around the officers but the second line steps in his way.

Jayson Price: Seriously, guys, this bit got old before it even started. Just let me get to work.

The officers remain in place as Seth snickers.

Seth Lerch: You boys have your orders. And please, don't hesitate to use the tasers.

Seth turns and heads back into the building.

Jayson Price: Lerch! Lerch you get your ass back out here and let me in!

The door shuts behind Lerch as Price again tries to get by the officers.

Jayson Price: So if you pigs are here, who's satisfying your sisters?

Officer #1: Sir why don't you get back into your car and head back to your hotel. There's no need for you to be arrested tonight.

Jayson Price: Let me ask you this, how much is Lerch paying to have you guys stand here? Because seriously, I'll double it. Hell, I'll pay you double your salary. You fuckers can't be making that much when all you do is keep farmers from screwing their sheep.

Officer #3: Sir I'm going to give you one more chance to get into your car and leave the premises before we take you in for public intoxication.

Officer #4: I say we just do it now. Save ourselves the headache and just lock him up for the night.

The officer approaches Price, reaching for his handcuffs. Price takes a step back with his hands in the air.

Jayson Price: Whoa! No need to turn this into Missouri guys. You want me to leave? Fine. The faster I get out of this shithole the better.

Price turns and walks toward his car as the officers step back into position. He climbs into his car and pulls off as Seth Lerch sticks his head back outside.

Seth Lerch: I don't care what he said, you guys just stay put. I know Price too well and he'd never give up that easily if he didn't have a Plan B.

Seth disappears back inside as the cameras switch back inside the arena.

Zach Davis: Well there you have it, Seth Lerch is refusing to let Jayson Price appear on Slam until doctors clear him.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Slam goes to commercial.

Jay Omega Segment

"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring hits the speakers and the arena lights dim. The stage lights pulse a deep green with each guitar note, and spotlights also flicker throughout the crowd in time to the guitar.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The show has just barely started yet! Who's this coming out?

As the lyrics say "dance, fucker, dance" Jay Omega steps from behind the curtain, and a spotlight hits him center stage. With the United States Championship dangling in his right hand, Omega stops at the top of the ramp and slowly looks from right to left, then at the title belt as he raises it over his head. Jay gives himself a satisfied nod and lowers the belt, then starts down the ramp as the lyrics say "you're gonna go far, kid", and a pair of flares go off on either side of the ramp with each of the next three notes; a set of red at the top of the ramp, white from the middle, and blues at the end.

Zach Davis: It seems our new United States Champion has something he'd like to say.

Omega rolls under the bottom rope and heads to the far corner, and climbs up onto the second rope with one foot on the top turnbuckle. Jay puts an elbow on his raised knee, props his chin in his hand, and raises the title belt again with a bored expression. The arena lights up in a strobe effect from hundreds of cameraphones while Omega poses for a moment, then the house lights come back up as Jay hops down, and asks for a microphone.

Jay Omega: Let me hear a little U.S.A., people.

Omega raises the United States Championship overhead again to the cheering and chanting of the audience.

Crowd: USA! USA! USA!

Jay Omega: Okay, okay, that's good. I love cheap pops. But you guys do know I'm from Canada, right? And I don't even live there anymore; I started my own country. Just like your forefathers did way back in Fourteen Ninety-Two, or whenever it was that Amerigo Vespucci discovered New Delhi. I don't know much about history; it never really interested me. But upon winning the United State Championship, I decided to have a look through the history books, and see what other illustrious names have held this here title. I found guys like Brad Kane, Ace Garrison, Roy Speede, and Stuart Slane, and I thought to myself "who"? So I dug a little deeper, and sifted through the online archives, which are available to all WCF Network subscribers, for the low, low price of nine dollars and ninety-nine cents. Subscribe in the next twenty minutes to get early access to the upcoming "War's Greatest Moments" program; chock full of more than a decade's worth of spectacular spots, and shocking events from one of the WCF's biggest events of the year.

Jay gives a cheesy grin to the cameras, and drapes the US title over his shoulder.

Jay Omega: As I was saying before my obligatory plug, I was thoroughly unimpressed by the caliber of some of these past people to hold my belt; these champs were chumps. Sure, this title indicates that I'm the best wrestler in the third tier division, but I already knew that. And yes, the quality of past United States Champions, with a few exceptions, means that without even doing anything yet, I'm the greatest United States Champion in WCF history. But I already knew that, too. Holding this title brings with it a certain responsibility to the people it represents, which I'm sure you all know. Jay Omega isn't exactly a man of the people, though, as I'm sure you're all also well aware. Now don't get me wrong; I'm not trying to bag on the importance, and prestige of this championship. I'm just saying that it doesn't fit me. It's not the right size, if you follow me. Yeah it's swell, peachy keen, fine and dandy. But, like your typical spoiled rich kid, now that I've got this shiny new toy, I don't really want it. Someone else has one bigger and shinier, and I want that one.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Do you think he's talking about Steve O, or ICE B?

Zach Davis: Could be either, Freddy. But knowing Omega, he's likely talking about--

Jay Omega: Natural ICE Beckman. I know what you're thinking, Natch. "Oh, another worthless nobody wants a shot at me, back of the line". Something like that, right? Well, ask your boy ZMAC how worthless this nobody is. Revenge is a little hazy from all the celebrating and concussions, but I'm pretty sure I took everything the Coked Up Madman had, and asked for a little bit more. Now, I don't care if I have to run through Orbit too, and pick up the Hardcore Championship along the way, 'cause I'll do it with no hesitation. But I want that World Heavyweight Championship, ICE, and sooner or later, I get what I want. However, this still leaves me with the slight issue of what to do with the United State Championship. I don't really want to be wasting my time defending this thing against the likes of Hyena, or Isaiah Chavis, or Deuce Murdock. Not if I intend to move on to bigger and much better things. And so, I have made the decision to vacate the title. I don't care if Lerch wants to give it back to McMorris, or set up a tournament, or what. Hell, Hyena, if you want to get your mangy ass out here, I will personally award you the belt.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I cannot believe what I just heard!

Zach Davis: That makes two of us, Freddy!

A few moments pass before "The Great Destroyer" by Nine Inch Nails plays out over the PA system, and Hyena steps out onto the stage with a mic in hand. The music cuts out as Hyena begins to stalk purposefully toward the ring.

The Manimal rolls into the ring and stands face to face with Jay, then raises the mic to his lips.

Hyena: Is this a joke?

Hyena starts pacing in the ring, glaring at Jay as he talked through the mic.

Hyena: Seriously, is this a goddamn joke? Because I'm not fucking laughing, Last Man. You stole my beer, the only one material possession I give a shit about, and now you want to steal my hard earned fight? Let's get something straight, Jay. See, you and I go back a ways, a long ways, we've fought some good fights, both as allies and as enemies. Especially as enemies. But never, ever, in that time, did you ever strike me as the kind of person who wouldn't accept the consequences of what he's done. But now, it seems you want all the thrill and accolades of winning a title without the challenge of trying to hold onto it, the challenge of knowing that eventually, somebody will come along and beat you. At the end of the day, I care little for titles, but I'll be damned if I'm gonna let somebody just hand it to me, because he can't fucking suffer through the grind that comes with actually being champion. And I'll be goddamned if I'm gonna let you weasel out of taking my beer, let you buy me off by just simply handing me a piece of leather with some shiny metal glued to it. No sir. No sir, I don't like it. I'd rather fight you and lose then accept your bribe, you asshole!

Jay Omega: Oh, it's like that? I try to be nice and let you save face; give you a championship we both know you ain't gonna take from me, and you're still pissed about BEER? Fine! You want to go toe to toe with me? You got it! You want me to keep this title, and make your dream victory that much sweeter? Deal! And after I kick your ass so hard your fleas have concussions, I'ma walk up that ramp, head to my dressing room, and open me up a can of Whoop Ass beer. Then I'm just gonna pour it down the sink; not because I don't want to drink it, but because I'll enjoy the thought of wasting something you like.

Hyena drops his microphone, and hits Omega with a headbutt. In response, Jay backs up a step and pulls his leather face mask from a cargo pocket, then slips it into place. The Manimal charges in with a spear, and the two men begin to brawl. Only a few punches get thrown before WCF security and other officials swarm the ring, trying to pry the two apart. Seven men finally pull Hyena from the ring, but the enraged Manimal starts leveling them with punches and elbows. The remaining officials in the ring move to the outside to help restore order, when the Hardcore Maniac, Jay Omega comes flying over the top rope with a body splash that catches huge air, and takes down the majority of the people he lands on. Hyena and the Maniac get right back at it, pummeling each other with hard closed fists. More security come out from the back, and with the help of the few officials still standing, manage to separate the two once again. Half the coterie form a human wall to block off Hyena, while the rest force Omega to back up the ramp while the two continue to trade verbal barbs.

Tyler Walker Invitational Battle Royal

Zach Davis: Match of the year coming up!

"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. His mentor, Jonny Fly stands by his side.

Zach Davis: I’m still not sure I understand this pairing.

Freddy Whoa: Jonny Fly is giving back to the less fortunate wrestlers. It’s a thing of beauty, Zach.

Walker is wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped. He slowly makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, bobbing his head to his music as he ignores the fans. When he hits the ring, he climbs on the apron, drops his jacket to ringside, and does a few body builder poses, as more white pyros blast off. He enters the ring through the ropes and removes his tank top and shades, throwing them to ringside before getting ready to fight. Meanwhile, Jonny Fly walks over to the announce table to hang out with his friends Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa.

Zach Davis: It looks like Jonny Fly will be joining us!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Jonny Fly: Hello everyone!

Zach Davis: Jonny, care to share what we can expect to see tonight?

Jonny Fly: Tyler Walker destroying five other grown men, that’s what you’ll see.

Just as Fly says it, “Sing” by My Chemical Romance plays and a few girls in the crowd cheer. Cryboy McEmo steps out, looking around, wondering if tonight is the night he makes history and finally gets a victory. He heads to the ring, thinking about all of his past failures and wondering if he'll ever find someone to love him. He slides in, climbs the turnbuckle, and raises his arms in the air.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like the first competitor will be Cryboy McEmwhoa.

"Taco Flavored Kisses" hits over the PA system.

Zach Davis: Oh, not this guy!

Out from the back comes the one, the only, El Taco de Genial. In case you don’t know who that is, he's a guy running around in a Taco Suit with a cape attached. He skips down to the ring and slides in, awkwardly, because you know, he’s in a taco suit and all that.

Freddy Whoa: All of a sudden I just hungry.

The lights in the arena go out. Then…”Whatever Waylon Cash’s Theme Song Is” begins to play. The lights quickly come back on and Yuo has appeared on stage. He does whatever Waylon Cash does on the stage, except nerdier, and then walks down to ringside.

Zach Davis: I haven’t seen Yuo in awhile.

Freddy Whoa: I’ve been here the whole time. Right next to you. You high, Zach?

Zach Davis: No, I’m talking about Yuo.

Freddy Whoa: I heard you the firs time motherfucker. I’m just sayin’, if you got the hook up on the good shit you better share. We’re partners now, we share everything.

Zach Davis: I don’t think you under…

Freddy Whoa: EVERYTHING ZACH! EVERYTHING!

The Mexican National Anthem hits on the PA as Ray Mysterious Sr. runs to the ring with his mask on hugging all the kids.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA. Who is this guy?

Zach Davis: Reading his bio, it sounds like he’s a crazy lucha known for his high flying antics but he's definitely nothing like Rey Mysterio Jr.

…and then, “He’s a Pirate” begins to play.

Jonny Fly: That’s right people, we busted out the motherfuckin’ pirate for this match!

Freddy Whoa: I don’t mind saying this on national television, but when I was little I wanted to be a pirate. I started building a big wooden ship named “Diversity” in my room and I was going to sail away on it. But, by the time I was finished it was too big to get out of the door.

Zach Davis: Why would you want to be a pirate?

Freddy Whoa: Why do you say it like that? CAUSE I’M BLACK!? I’m here spilling my childhood secrets to you Zach, and you’re going to bring race into this!

Jonny Fly: Yeah, Zach what the hell is wrong with you?

Zach Davis: I…I don’t even…I…I’m sorry.

Freddy Whoa: Damn right you are, motherfucker.

As the opening notes to “He’s a Pirate” start to play over the speakers, and the crowd pops big as Captain Sparrow Jackson steps onto the stage wearing his trademark pirate jacket and hat, with his steel sword in hand. He raises the sort in the air with a yell, and then runs to the ring, before sliding under the bottom rope and in. He stands up and climbs to the second rung at the nearest turnbuckle, and then raises his sword in the air with another yell, and then flips the sword to face down and throws it so that it stands in the floor below.

Zach Davis: Well it looks like we have all six competitors in the ring now.

Jonny Fly: Yep. This is standard battle royal rules. Tyler Walker will need to pin all five of his opponents to win this match.

Zach Davis: I don’t mean to question your judgment, but what makes you think Tyler Walker can win this match? We haven’t seen him win…anything. Now he has to beat five men at once?

Freddy Whoa: Zach Davis throwing down the hard-hitting questions. WHOA.

Jonny Fly: The difference is that Tyler Walker is now being trained by Jonny Fly. Just watch the match.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The bell rings and the match begins. El Taco de Genial is the first to run at Walker. He tries to tackle him, but Walker is too big. Taco man bounces off of him and backpedals into Yuo, who was approaching as well. With a spurt of energy Walker clotheslines El Taco de Genial, knocking both he and Yuo down to the mat.

Jonny Fly: Poor Yuo.

As Walker gets back to his feet, he notices that he’s being sized up by Cryboy McEmo. Walker turns to face him, and Cryboy asks if he loves him. Walker tells him that he’s a space werewolf and incapable of loving any humans not named Jonny Fly. Before Cryboy can, you know, cry about the whole thing, Walker kicks him in the gut and then flips him onto his shoulders and hits a HUGE powerbomb that shakes the entire ring. He drops down for the cover.

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Zach Davis: Cryboy McEmo is eliminated!

Jonny Fly: That was a massive powerbomb. Walker has out of this world strength, literally, he just needs to refine his other skills.

As Walker slowly gets back to his feet, we notice that Ray Mysterious Sr. is up on the top rope. Mysterious jumps off the top rope and tries to hit Walker with a hurricanrana, but Walker is too strong – and simply shoves Mysterious off of him. Mysterious gets right back to his feet, but Walker is already on him and picks him up for a military press slam. As Mysterious bounces off the mat face first, Walkers gathers him up again and hits him with “The Crutch”

Jonny Fly: THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT!

Tyler Walker goes for the cover.

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Zach Davis: Another opponent eliminated!

Freddy Whoa: Tyler Walker is looking as good as we’ve ever seen him.

Jonny Fly: Of course he is.

Walker gets back to his feet and makes eye contact with Captain Sparrow Jackson, who is merely loitering his corner and not making a move. As Walker eyes up Jackson, Jackson smiles and holds up his hands to show he’s not going to do nothing. Just as this happens, El Taco de Genial clubs Walker over the head from behind. Without even a flinch, Walker spins and DESTROYS taco man with a punch to the face. El Taco stumbles backwards, allowing Walker space to spear him to the ground. Walker quickly rises back to his feet and sizes up El Taco de Genial. Just as the man in the taco suit begins to raise his head, Walker strikes with a punt kick to head (or maybe shell, whatever).

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Tyler Walker just cracked the shell of poor El Taco de Genial.

Walker goes for the cover.

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Jonny Fly: Just two competitors left!

Yuo is back on his feet and begins to kick Walker in the back while he’s still on the ground. Walker soaks up the blows, but eventually is able to swat Yuo away and get back to his feet. The two lock up, with Walker getting the easy advantage. He sends a kick to Yuo’s gut, and then lifts him into the air and hits him with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Zach Davis: Yuo is down!

Freddy Whoa: No, I’m up.

Zach Davis: Not you, Yuo.

Freddy Whoa: Once again Zach, you’re not making any sense.

Walker goes for yet another cover.

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Jonny Fly: That’s what I’m talking about. Just one man left!

Walker gets back to his feet and turns to face Captain Sparrow Jackson. The Captain shrugs his shoulders and finally takes a step out of his corner.

Zach Davis: After being a bystander this entire time, it looks like Captain Sparrow Jackson is finally ready to do battle with Tyler Walker.

Immediately, Walker and Jackson tie up. The pirate is able to get the advantage, and gets Walker into a side headlock. However, Walker is able to power out almost immediately. He grabs the Captain by the head and hits a headbutt drop. Walker immediately grabs Sparrow Jackson and brings him back to his feet…picks him up…and destroys him with a pumphandle slam!

Jonny Fly: YES! THE JOCK SLAM!

Walker immediately drops for the cover.

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Jonny Fly: FUCK YEAH! TYLER WALKER WINS!

Zach Davis: Indeed he does, Tyler Walker has defeated five men to win the Royal Rumble.

Jonny Fly leaves the commentary area and slides into the ring. He grabs hold of Tyler Walker’s hand and raises it the air in victory.

Freddy Whoa: WAIT! Look at this!

Out from the back comes Biohazard. He begins walking to the ring.

Zach Davis: This is sure to be interesting. Biohazard and Walker are long-time tag-team partners, but Tyler Walker has created an alliance recently with Jonny Fly. What’s going to happen here?

Biohazard slides into the ring and also grabs hold of Walker’s hand, raising it the air.

Freddy Whoa: That’s nice of him. Biohazard realizes that this is the biggest moment of his best friend Tyler Walker’s career, and is out here to celebrate the moment with him.

After a few seconds, Biohazard pulls his hand away from Walker and begins arguing with Fly.

Zach Davis: Uh-oh, this looks like trouble.

Biohazard pushes Fly away, and then tries to raise Walker’s arm in the air by himself. Just then, without hesitation, Fly spins his body three-hundred sixty degrees and absolutely, unequivocally destroys Biohazard with a Discus Fly.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I mean…WHOA!

Zach Davis: It looked like Biohazard was a little jealous of Fly and Walker’s allegiance, but Jonny Fly wasn’t going to have anything of it.

Fly turns to Walker, who looks down at Biohazard without making any expression. Fly motions for Walker to follow him, and the two leave the ring…with Walker walking over Biohazard on his way out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Wow. It looks like the relationship between Walker and Biohazard is in deep trouble. What a development this is.

Fly and Walker are seen walking up the ramp, slapping hands with the fans.

Freddy Whoa: I’ll tell you this, Tyler Walker is in good hands with Jonny Fly as his mentor. However, Biohazard has been there from day one. I don’t know what to make of all this.

Zach Davis: Regardless of that, Tyler Walker showed today that he’s no longer a pushover. He’s going to become a force to be reckoned with in this company.

With that, Tyler Walker and Jonny Fly disappear to the back.

Technical Difficulties

The lights in the arena flicker rapidly. Fans generally are nonplussed, considering all the spectacular pyro and lighting effects so common to a WCF show. However, knowing it isn't part of the schedule, Zach Davis is stood at his commentary desk and looks up into the rafters.

Freddy Whoa: Well, I'm not sure what's going on with these lights.

Zach Davis: Sorry folks for the technical issues we're undergoing here.

The flickering stops. Suddenly the arena lights turn up to maximum and dazzle everyone in the arena. Groans and jeers are widespread.

Zach Davis: Yeah seriously, the lighting guys are so getting canned for this.

The lights cut out to ironic cheers.

Freddy Whoa: Is Drunk Seth operating the lights again?

After several seconds, the lights come back on. After several moments of normality, Zach Davis gestures for a microphone from one of the ringside crew.

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologise for the lighting issues. We hope you enjoy the rest of the evening.

Davis hands back the mic and sits back in his place as normal service resumes.

Battle Royal
Doc Henry vs Louis Bartkowski vs Michael Easton vs Jorge Diaz vs Dave Manning vs Cormack MacNeill vs Scorpio vs Apocalypse vs Logan

As we come back from commercial, everyone is in the ring except two men, Cormack MacNeill and Logan.

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 tot he ring.

Sliding under the ropes, he rises and mounts a corner turnbuckle, spreading his arms out in a mock salute to the raucous crowd. With an exaggerated flourish, he leaps down to the mat and begins pacing, waiting for the final entrant.

Zach Davis: We saw Logan disappear after his loss to Corey several weeks ago. But tonight.. he's back!

Treachery by Bleach plays!.... and no one comes out.

Freddy Whoa: What's the antonym of "whoa!"? That's what I'm feeling right now.

The fans boo.

Zach Davis: We thought Logan would be back tonight but.. apparently not!

The ref shrugs and signals for the bell; all hell breaks loose.

Freddy Whoa: Here we go!

Cormack MacNeill starts the match off by running at Scorpio and and Clotheslining him right out of the ring! Energetic, Cormack turns and grabs the next person he sees - Louis Bartkowski - and throws him to the ropes. As Bartkowski comes back Cormack uses his momentum to toss him right over the top!

Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill coming out of the gate with a head full of steam here!

Doc Henry grabs Cormack from behind and hits him with a few clubbing blows to the back. Cormack turns, shrugging off Henry's offense but trying to block the repeated blows. Henry backs up and goes for a standing Clothesline but Cormack ducks it, grabs the upper rope, and sends Henry flying right out!

Freddy Whoa: Cormack has just eliminated his third man!

The Television Champion number one contender, Michael Easton, goes to hit Cormack next but Cormack dodges away and hits him with a few boxing style punches. Cormack backs up and runs at him, hitting a knee lift, the momentum from which throws Easton right over the top.

Zach Davis: That's his fourth!

On the opposite end of the ring, Jorge Diaz and Dave Manning are brawling near the ropes. Sensing an opportunity, Cormack heads quickly towards them, stealthily, hoping for them not to notice. MacNeill is able to grab them both and dump them both over the top!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! We're down to two men!

Cormack turns to the only other man left - the huge monster, Apocalypse.

Zach Davis: Cormack has been all energy this whole match but has he tired himself out?

Possibly. Apocalypse grabs Cormack and throws him to the ropes. Cormack is launched, bounces, comes back....

Freddy Whoa: INSTANT HANGOVER!

Cormack hits Apocalypse with the Instant Hangover!, which sends Apoc flying out of the ring!

Zach Davis: CORMACK MACNEILL WINS IT!

The bell sounds as Cormack stands back up and gets his arm raised, looking into the camera.

Freddy Whoa: What an impressive battle royal performance. When else has ONE man eliminated everyone else!?

Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill came into this match to make a statement.. and he surely has. With War on the horizon, Cormack MacNeill just revealed that he will be a force to be reckoned with.

Ultimate Destroyer vs Biohazard

As the match is about to begin we go backstage instead.

Zach Davis: What the...

A Fedex delivery driver comes walking up to seth's door and knocks. The door opens and Seth is handed a package. The delivery person walks away as Seth opens it. Seth starts smileing as the scene fades out.

Freddy Whoa: What is THAT about?

As we come back to the match the Ultimate Destroyer has defeated Biohazard.

Zach Davis: Huh.

Jonny Fly Segment

Cameras pan backstage appearing to be focusing on the Pantheon locker room where one can only assume Jonny Fly and Corey Black are getting ready for their tag team match later on tonight. Just as the camera moves closer to the door to get a better sense of what is being said a security guard comes rushing onto the scene pushing the camera out of the way in the process and throwing the door open to reveal the members of Pantheon.

Security: Jonny Fly, you’re needed in the parking garage; we caught someone vandalising your car!

Jonny Fly: What the hell do they pay you idiots for!

Various words are thrown around as Fly rushes through the door and follows the security guard, the camera follows shuffling through the hallways until they bursts through the doors to see Chelsea Armstrong handling a baseball bat and taking a hit to Jonny’s car with every swing as by the looks of it she’s been at this for a while.

Jonny Fly: What the hell are you doing?!

Glancing up Chelsea laughs as she looks Fly right in the eye before letting her lips part.

Chelsea Armstrong: Behind you.

Confused Fly turns around just in time to see the “security guard” charging at him and nailing him with a spear and continues to land series of hard punches before Chelsea joins in and the two begin beating down the former World Champion.

Zach Davis: What the hell?

Freddy Whoa: Perhaps Fly skimped on a tip!

The two continue throwing punches as Jonny tries fighting back by connecting with a hard punch to Chelsea’s jaw which knocks her to her knees after stumbling back. Standing up she reaches up feeling blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth as steps forward letting a kick connect with the side of Fly’s head. Smearing the blood across her cheek as she wipes it away she stands watching as the security guard doesn't let up as he picks up Fly and throws him into the car back first. Fly’s head bounces off of the hood as security guard looks at the wind shield, picking him up he goes to throw him through the glass before Chelsea steps in.

Chelsea Armstrong: Chase!

Zach Davis: Wait she called him Chase...

Glancing back at Chelsea you can see the anger in security guards eyes from being stopped as he lets go of Fly. Dropping to the ground Jonny begins to stand up as the security guard takes a run and hitting him with the Superkick as the kick sends Jonny into the door of the car.

Zach Davis: Wait was that a Rude Awakening Fly just got hit with?

Freddy Whoa: Whoa what the hell are you talking about Zach...The question should be where the hell is security? Someone needs to stop this before they kill Jonny Fly!

The security guard takes of his cap and throws it at Fly before taking his jacket off and doing the same.

Zach Davis: My god it's “The Lone Wolf” Chase Michaels!

Just as Chase goes to pick up the baseball bat and begins looking at Fly who is starting to move back to his feet until Michaels pushes him back to the ground with the tip of the bat. Michael crouches down beside Fly and says something to him.

Chase Michaels: You're lucky we're only here to send a message.

Chase stands back up and backs away from Fly as security and WCF officials can be seen rushing to the scene. Fly gets back to his feet using his car to pull himself upright but before he can react he’s grabbed from behind by security who begin yelling as Chase and Chelsea to get back as other officials rush outside to check on Jonny Fly. Chase and Chelsea back up willingly as the two of them walk over to Aeryn who has been waiting behind the camera for them two of them to finish. The two share a laugh as security is still yelling at them to get away, the camera focuses on Fly who is being helped by officials before panning to the three as Aeryn helps Chase put his Saints of Anarchy cut back on showing that this indeed has been the return of the Lone Wolf.

Stepping forward Chelsea motions for the camera to move closer to them as she looks at Chase and Aeryn before then at the camera with a cruel smile over her ruby lips.

Chelsea Armstrong: One down.

Chase wraps his arm around Aeryn showing a devilish smirk of his own as the three of them walk away allowing Jonny Fly to be attended to.

Zach Davis: I’m not sure what we just witnessed here folks but I believe two questions are left to be answered. One, will Jonny Fly be able to compete tonight? And Two, what did Chelsea mean by one down?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know Zach but I have a feeling we’re going to be finding out soon. As we get more information on the condition of Jonny Fly we’ll let you all know.

Before the camera goes black Fly can be seen standing and leaning against the car while holding his arm, his eyes show nothing but fury as he looks to be refusing medical assistance but is still helped inside by the company doctor.

Jahani al-Reb vs Deuce Murdock

Kyle Steel: Introducing First, From The Borderlands… DEUCE MURDOCK!

For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica begins to play, as Deuce walks out to the ring, dressed basically in his street clothes, with the flag of the United States draped over his shoulders. He has a camera in one hand, and a microphone in his other hand. He talks into the microphone, as he continues to pan around with the camera. When he gets into the ring, he climbs the steps and launches himself over the top rope into the ring, as he raises the flag over his shoulders and spins around in the middle of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Here he is, this man has seen some shit in his day, let’s see what he brings to the ring with him this week.

Zach Davis: I wouldn’t normally like this guy, but considering his opponent I think I’ll join in the USA chant.

Traditional Middle Eastern music begins to play. A spotlight illuminates the stage. As a heavy drumbeat cuts into the music, four gorgeous women in camo shorts and halter tops step through the curtain, each carrying an orange-tipped plastic AK-47, and make a show of "securing" the immediate area. The lyrics begin, a rhythmic flow of rhymes unintelligible to anyone not fluent in Arabic. Jahani al-Reb emerges onto the stage, where he makes a brief show of loosening up neck and shoulders as the women close in to flank him.

Kyle Steel: And His opponent, from Baghdad Iraq, Jahani al-Reb!

Without wasting a moment more, al-Reb makes his way down the ramp, pointedly ignoring the crowd. Two of his personal guard hop onto the apron and pull down the middle rope as Jahani climbs in. A third removes his satin robe and other accoutrements, while the fourth gives his shoulders a quick rubdown. The ladies exit while al-Reb leans across the ropes, his back to the ring, taunting a couple of fans at random.

Zach Davis: Look at him taunting those people, he’s lucky they don’t get out of their seats and knock him out right now.

Freddy Whoa: Like Deuce is?

Murdock runs at Jahani right as the bell rings and delivers big fore arms to his back sending him to the ground. He continues to pummel the man as the referee pulls him off. Jahani gets up and as Murdock comes towards him again Jahani blows a puff of sand into the man’s eyes.

Zach Davis: Was that sand?

Freddy Whoa: Hopefully it wasn’t anthrax.

Jahani holds his fingers in the air and starts yelling a Muslim primal chant. He turns around and then kicks his opponent in the head. He stands on Deuce’s chest and the referee drops down for the pin.
1…

Deuce kicks out and Jahani looks stunned.

Freddy Whoa: It’s going to take a lot more than to keep a real American like Murdock down.

Deuce rolls out of the ring and Jahani follows after. Deuce thinks that he has a moment, but when he turns around the Muslim Prince is right on top of him, laying down rights and lefts until Deuce runs away. Jahani follows suit. Deuce rolls into the ring and gets up quickly. As Jahani rolls under the ring Deuce drops an elbow… which misses. Jahani had rolled out of the ring right before he landed. Jahani points to his temple, signifying his intelligence. He then turns around and taunts the crowd behind him.

Zach Davis: Al-Reb has seems to have Murdock’s number. Things do not look good for the journalist turned wrestler now.

Al-Red turns around and rolls into the ring. Before he does Murdock gets up and delivers a quick elbow drop that lands this time, and he rolls Al-Reb into the middle of the ring and cinches in a reverse headlock, rubbing Jahani’s face into the mat.

Al-Reb powers to his knees, and eventually to his feet. He pushes Murdock off into the ropes and when the men meet in the center of the ring Murdock gets the better of the situation and drops Al-Reb to the ground with a hard shoulder block. With al-Reb on his front Murdock stands on the back of the man’s knees, reaches over and grabs his arms and stretches him back in a surfboard submission move.

Zach Davis: Murdock has that surfboard cinched in perfectly. It’s going to be hard to get out of it.

Freddy Whoa: OH! Murdock just dropped to his back, look at him, it looks like he’s folding the prince in half!

Al-Reb screams in pain as the referee continuously asks him if he wants to quit. The word ‘infidel’ can be heard, but no sign of the words ‘I quit.’ The referee then looks down and sees Deuce’s shoulders on the mat. He drops down and begins the count.
1…
2…
Deuce lets go and al-Reb drops to the mat. Deuce gets in the face of the referee and not-so-politely asks what the hell he thinks he was doing. The ref motions that his shoulders were down, and that’s why he was making the pin. Deuce then grabs the ref by the collar.

Zach Davis: He’s going to get himself disqualified with moves like that.

Freddy Whoa: Or he’s going to get himself pinned!

Jahani sneaks up behind Deuce, drops down and delivers a low blow, causing him jto reel over in pain. Then he grabs him by the pants and rolls him up. The referee jumps into positions and offeres a quick count.

1…
2…
3…NO!

Deuce barely kicks out and the referee clarifies the call with two fingers in the air. Jahani with the advantage, can’t take advantage of it after the surfboard, but Deuce is slow to his feet too after that low blow.

Zach Davis: I gotta say, these men are very evenly matched. It’s going to take one big move to win this match.

Freddy Whoa: Doesn’t it always. Both men are now on their feet… it looks like the beginning of the match, but with more sweat and less energy.

The two men slowly get to the middle of the ring. Deuce delivers a right, followed by one by al-Reb. This continued as the crowd chants ‘DEUCE…REB….DEUCE….REB’ as the two men exchange blows. Finally Deuce lines up a big haymaker, but al Reb ducks, grabs the man’s arm and drops to his back with a double knee arm breaker causing Deuce to drop to the ground holding his arm in agony. Jahani gets up and signals for his finisher.

Al-Reb drops to the ground and locks on the Clawhold STO, and Deuce writhes in agony. He powerfully lifts the man up and transitions into a brain buster with ease. He drops down and goes for the pin.

Freddy Whoa: THE WRATH OF ALLAH!

1…
2…
3!!!

Jahani Gets up and pushes the referee’s arm away and raises his own arm up.

Kyle Steel: And the winner… Jahani Al-REB!

The fans boo like crazy as we go to commercial.

Seth Lerch/Jayson Price Segment

We cut back to the outside of the arena, where the Virginia state troopers are still standing guard at the front entrance.

Officer #1: How much longer are we going to wait around out here? It's obvious that guy isn't coming back after we scared him off with the threat of an arrest.

Officer #2: Look, I don't know how the guy did it but the Captain says we have to stay here until the owner gives us the all clear. Believe me, I'd rather we all head home but orders are orders.

There's some grumbling among the officers as they continue to make small talk amongst each other to pass the time. The doors to the arena open up and Seth Lerch walks outside with a big smile on his face.

Seth Lerch: Gentlemen! You're all doing wonderful jobs tonight, I really appreciate your work.

Officer #1: Any chance we can get out of here soon? I mean, we put a good scare into that guy.

Seth Lerch: I can't risk it. Just bare with me, I'm telling you Price is not the type to just give up so quick.

Seth ducks back into the arena as the grumbling amongst the officers grows louder. Their belly aching is broken up by the sound of a comical car horn. The camera swings over in time to see a bright yellow Volkswagen beetle, complete with an oversized clown nose attatched to the front bumper and streamers hanging from the antenna, pull up in front of the arena.

Officer #3: What the hell is this?

The sound of the comical horn draws Seth Lerch back outside, a suspicious look on his face. A clown steps out of the car, dressed rather sloppily with make-up that looks like it was applied in a bit of a rush.

Seth Lerch: Really Price? You thought this would fool me?

Clown: I'm Tipsy the Terrible Clown! Watch this!

The clown proceeds to pull a few balloon from his pants and blows them up. He quickly sets to tying them before showing the cops his work.

Officer 1: ...you didn't make anything.

Tipsy The Terrible Clown: It's an earthworm orgy!

Officer #4: ...

Officer #6: ...

Officer #9: ...

Seth Lerch: This is just sad. Go home Jayson.

Tipsy The Terrible Clown: Wait! Let me show you my juggling!

Tipsy reaches into his pants and fumbles around a bit as the officers wait for him to pull something out. Just out of everyone's sight is an oversized crate with a picture of oranges on the side slowly sliding along the ground. Tipsy continues to fumble around in his pants as the officers lose patience.

Officer #1: Sir, you're going to need to leave before I have you arrested for...for something.

Tipsy The Terrible Clown: Well someone is a Frowny Freddy!

Tipsy pulls out a seltzer bottle and proceeds to spray the officer in the face. He's immediately tackled by all twelve officers and forced to the ground as they beat him with batons. Tipsy however laughs as each hit brings a squeaking noise. The orange crate moves a bit faster toward the steps as the officers continue to beat Tipsy with their batons. Seth notices the crate just as it begins to move up the steps.

Seth Lerch: What the hell?

One of the officers turns and pulls the crate up into the air to reveal Jayson Price hiding underneath.

Jayson Price: !?

Seth Lerch: ...really?

Jayson Price: Hey it worked in the game!

Seth Lerch: But wait, who is that?

Seth points to the clown being beaten down and Price shrugs his shoulders.

Jayson Price: The hell if I know. I put all my planning into the crate. Now if you'll-

Price tries to rush past Lerch but is immediately tackled by two of the cops. Price is dragged toward a nearby police cruiser along with Tipsy The Terrible Clown as Seth waves. Slam cuts to commercial.

Isaiah Chavis vs Chelsea Armstrong

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non title match, and it is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first…

“Down With Us” blares over the P.A. system, and the crowd shouts their approval as Isaiah Chavis comes dancing out onto the stage.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Detroit Michigan! He is the Juggalo Warrior… Isaiah Chavis!

Isaiah walks down the ramp, high fiving fans along the way. Suddenly, Chelsea Armstrong comes running out from the back, steel chair in hand. The crowd shouts to warn Isaiah, but it is too late. She smashes the chair against the back of his head, sending the wrestler to the ground.

Zach Davis: Disgusting move by Chelsea Armstrong! He’s not with her right this second, but I have to imagine this is the work of Scott Savage.

She brings the chair down hard across his back, causing him to scream. Chelsea then drops the chair and drags Isaiah to a standing position. She slams his face into the guardrail, bringing a trickle of blood from his nose. She then whips him into the ringpost. He slams into it, and hits the ground violently. Chelsea lifts him up again and rolls him under the bottom rope. She slides in with him and goes to attack again, but the ref shoves her off of him.

Zach Davis: Well it looks like we won’t be seeing Chelsea versus Isaiah tonight.

Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t be so sure about that.

While the ref is talking to him, Isaiah uses the ropes to pull himself to a standing position. Once he is upright, he tells the ref to ring the bell.

Zach Davis: Isaiah wants the match to start! Unbelievable!

The referee argues with him, but Isaiah isn’t hearing it. The ref checks both wrestlers for weapons, and signals for the bell to ring. As soon as it does, both competitor sprint across the ring. They meet in the middle in wn even flurry of punches. Isaiah eventually gets the upper hand, and hits Chelsea with a snap suplex. He holds onto Chelsea, and rolls backwards, covering her for the pin.

...1!

Chelsea kicks out. Both wrestlers stand up, but Chelsea is faster than Isaiah. She jumps up and hits him with a dropkick to the face that sends him to the mat. Blood flows freely from his nose now, covering the lower half of his face in crimson. She lifts him to his feet, and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Chelsea hits him with a hurricarana, and holds on for the pin.

...1!

...2!

...No! Isaiah kicks out!

Zach Davis: I thought that was it for sure. Isaiah looks awful right now.

Freddy Whoa: He is losing a lot of blood, and started this match at a pretty nasty disadvantage. I’m honestly just surprised the match is still going.

Chelsea stands up and begins stomping on Isaiah’s head. Chavis doesn’t let that last long. He grabs the bottom rope and drags himself to the outside. He tries to get a second to breath, but Chelsea doesn’t seem to want that to happen. She bounces off the ropes, going for a big dive. Isaiah moves out of the way, but Chelsea sees this, and slides under the bottom rope. She runs toward him, but ISaiah hits her with a drop toe hold, sending her face first into the steps.

Zach Davis: A huge move by Isaiah, catching Chelsea off guard.

Freddy Whoa: Chavis isn’t getting up though. He needs to capitalize quickly, and he’s taking too much time.

Isaiah slowly lifts Chelsea up and rolls her under the bottom rope. He slides in and goes for the cover.

...1!

...2!

...Chelsea kicks out! They both lay on the mat for a moment as the crowd cheers their performance so far.

Zach Davis: A hard hitting match already from these two.

Freddy Whoa : They both came out here and tried to strike fast. It has been exciting, but it has also left them both on the ground. Whoever gets up first is going to have a big advantage.

Isaiah rises first, but instead of going for Chelsea, he begins climbing the turnbuckles.

Zach Davis: Isaiah going high risk here, but he’s giving Chelsea too much time.

By the time Isaiah is on the top rope, Chelsea is standing. She runs over to him, but he kicks and hits her with a boot to the face. She stumbles back, giving him time to take aim and leap off. He goes for a hurricarana, but Chelsea has the wherewithal to reverse his momentum, and hit him with a powerbomb. She can’t hold on for the pin, but she dives on him quickly for the cover.

...1!

...2!

...3!

No! Isaiah barely gets the shoulder up. Chelsea rolls off of him, a look of despair in her eyes.

Zach Davis: chelsea no doubt wondering what she’s going to have to do to keep Isaiah down for three.

Freddy Whoa: It might not be that far off. Look. Isaiah is holding his neck. That powerbomb might have injured it.

Chelsea sees it too. She immediately dives on him, putting him in a front facelock. She wrenches on the hold, and brings her right knee up into his skull a few times. The ref checks to make sure its not a choke, but otherwise keeps his eyes on Isaiah, watching for a tap out. Chavis slowly powers his way into a standing facelock, but that’s where Chelsea cuts it off, hitting him with a hard swinging neckbreaker. Chelsea wastes no time, spinning around, and lifting him to a sitting position. She drives her knee into his spine, and grabs his chin, wrenching back hard on the neck.

Freddy Whoa: Chelsea working over that injured neck. Isaiah is in serious pain here.

Zach Davis: He needs to find a way to get out of this hold.

Chavis claws at her hands, but can’t loosen her grip. In desperation he swings behind him, and manages to connect with her jaw. This loosens her hold enough that he can wiggle out of it and get to his feet. Chelsea runs at him, and he hits her with an arm drag. She pops up and runs at him again. This time he dives forward for a chop block, but she hurdles him, bringing one foot down on the back of his neck.

Zach Davis: My god! Chelsea just stomped on the back of Isaiah’s neck.

Chavis curls up on the canvas, grabbing his neck as Chelsea smiles over him. She slaps the mat, screaming for Isaiah to stand. Slowly he does, but when he is to his feet, Chelsea jumps up and hits him with the Mighty Death Pop.

Zach Davis: Chelsea uses Isaiah’s own move against him and goes for the cover!

...1!

...2!

...3!

Kyle Steel: Your winner… Chelsea Armstrong!

She throws her hands in the air, standing in victory over her bloody opponent. While her music is playing. Scott Savage emerges from the back with a steel chair in his hand. He sprints down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, handing the chair to his client.

Zach Davis: What is this! Get him out of there!

Freddy Whoa: This is Isaiah Chavis learning a lesson.

The ref tries to stop her, but Scott grabs him and tosses him carelessly across the ring. Chelsea slides Isaiah’s head between the seat and the backing, before climbing to the top rope.

Zach Davis: No! Someone stop her!

It is too late. Chelsea jumps off the top rope, double stomping the chair, and sandwiching Isaiah’s head between steel. He flails for a second, and then lays on the mat, unconscious. Scott and Chelsea climb out of the ring and walk to the back with evil smiles on their faces as the crowd boos loudly.

Zach Davis: A disgusting attack after the match. Isaiah Chavis isn’t moving…

The EMTs sprint down to the ring and begins checking on the wrestler. They bring a stretcher down as the crowd sits in silence. They load the wrestler on and wheel him to the back as the crowd gives him respectful applause.

Zach Davis: Unbelievable. We will try to keep you updated on the condition of Isaiah Chavis as we go on, but to be honest it doesn’t look very good.

Alex Richards Segment

Alex Richards walks on screen talking with Shaun Zach Richards who shakes his head.

SZR: You look ridicious.

Shaun is obviously refering to the fact Alex is wearing an eye patch and has a stuffed parrot on his left shoulder in addition to wearing a t shirt that says The People Want The Pirate!

Alex Richards: If Seth hates pirates and loves Pantheon I know which side I'm on.

SZR: So what exactly are we doing in here walking the hallways anyways?

Alex Richards: Tonight The Terror is going to destroy Pantheon and afterwards I'm thinking we need to do some celebrating. That takes money. So I thought why am I going to get that? Then I racked my brain.. and finally remembered.. Jay Omega's bounty! Everyone forget about that eh?

Alex knocks on a locker room. It swings open and Anthony Douglas is standing there.

Alex Richards: You know that. I changed my mind. I have a big main event match tonight and I don't really like money anyways. Good day to you.

Alex closes the door and starts to walk away as Shaun looks dumbfounded. The door quickly swings open again as Anthony Douglas walks out into the walk.

Anthony Douglas: Listen you you arogant son of a bitch. Nobody walks away from me..

At this point Jay Omega walks by carrying a six pack of Whoop Ass Beer.

Anthony Douglas: Must be your lucky day Richards.

Anthony advances on Jay Omega who shout to Alex.

Jay Omega: Would you do it for a Whoop Ass beer?

Alex doesn't hestiate he quickly picks up a trash can and blasts Anthony in the back of the head with it.

Alex Richards: How's that?

Jay Omega: C'mon now.. it's not for Molson Canadian. That's Whoop Ass Beer!

Alex Richards: True.

Alex drills him with the trash can again, places it over Douglas's head then boots him right the skull. Jay tosses over a cold one to Richards.

Jay Omega: That's more like it.

Alex Richards: You'll find I'll do most anything for a Whoop Ass beer.

Jay Omega: Interesting. Prove it.

Alex Richards: What's it worth it you?

Jay Omega: You can have the six pack. Plus I heard you talking about a party. That bounty AND a six pack. That could buy you one hell of a party, my ugly, bald headed friend.

At this point Anthony has recovered and tosses the trash can at Richards who catches it then it is dropkicked into his face. Anthony mounts Alex pounding away on him. Richards pushes him off but Anthony gets a running start then attempts to senton splash Richards with the trash can but he rolls out of the way. Alex gets up and measures Anthony as he recovers his feet Alex lifts him up for a press slam and throws him right into his locker room door destroying it. Alex boots him in the gut and lifts him up for the Unconcious Truth.. delivering his running powerbomb against the wall of the locker room. At this point Jay Omega returns. Laying a hand on Alex's shoulder while leaning on a metal baseball bat. He hands him the rest of the 6 pack.

Jay Omega: You have a big match tonight. You don't want to strain yourself. I'll take things from here.

Alex shrugs, and tosses a cold one to Shaun. Alex and Shaun walk off, each of them drinking a Whoop Ass Beer as Jay Omega grins a wicked grin as the scene fades out.

Television Title Match
Bryan Worthy vs Justin Cash vs Shawn Scholes vs John Gable

Zach Davis: All right, folks, it's now time for another scintillating Television Title match!

Freddy Whoa: So, we're not calling it the Cinema Championship?

Zach Davis: No, Freddy; only John Gable refers to the title by that name.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Let me stop you right there, 'cause I've heard lots of people calling it the Cinema Championship!

"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. Then he rolls under the ropes and spins about several times with his arms outstretched before heading to his corner.

Zach Davis: Bryan "Buzz" Worthy finally back in a WCF ring after a long hiatus, and he looks to make a statement here tonight by winning the Television Championship.

Freddy Whoa: Which would be real impressive, since Gable's held that belt for whoa! Four months?!? That's, like, sixteen straight wins!

The lights in the arena go black. The only light is the words "It's time" written in neon green on the 'Tron. "Criminal" by Disturbed starts to play as the entrance area 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.

Zach Davis: Justin Cash has shown some real improvement during his time with us, and I dare say that he stands a fairly good chance of winning this match. His attitude leaves a little something to be desired.

Freddy Whoa: Like a bench warrant? Whoa! Where did that come from?

"TNT" by AC/DC plays, and Shawn Scholes walks out from behind the curtain and straight to the ring with no fanfare.

Zach Davis: It seems Shawn Scholes has no flair for the dramatic; this man is all business.

Freddy Whoa: Well, business don't seem to be doing too good; dude can't even afford some pyro for his entrance?

"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 twenty-one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio, he is the Cinema Champion... JOHN GABLE!!!

Gable 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 handing the title off to the referee. John then turns, and does a little shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Now how come Gable gets an introduction, but none of the others did?

Zach Davis: Well, it's because he's the champion, Freddy. You should know that.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Now that is just prejudice! It should be the other way around; give the introductions to the guys that need it!

(DING DING DING!)

Shawn Scholes heads straight for Gable, while Cash intercepts Worthy. Justin and Buzz lock up just off-center of the ring, while John drops to the mat and rolls out to the floor to avoid a running double axe handle from Scholes. Shawn follows the champ outside the ring, while Cash scoops Worthy up for a slam, and Scholes grabs hold of Gable's shoulder. John throws a quick back elbow that backs Shawn up, spins around with a kick to the gut, and drops Scholes with a bodyscissors DDT on the floor.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Some Like It Hot on the outside! I don't think Scholes is getting up from that one!

Zach Davis: It doesn't look like Shawn Scholes will play much part in the remainder of the match, that's for sure.

Freddy Whoa: Man, you talk like a book.

The champ rolls back into the ring as Cash drops a second elbow on Buzz, and catches Justin from behind as he rises with a crossface chickenwing. Gable takes Cash down to the mat, and wraps his legs around the larger man's waist to stretch him out further. Justin flails for the ropes and salvation, but can't make any headway toward them. On the verge of Cash tapping out, Worthy breaks the hold with a sharp kick to John's spine as Justin shifts his weight, trying to roll over. Gable climbs partway to his feet holding his back, while Cash rolls to the ropes to recuperate. Buzz grabs hold of John's head before he rises fully, and sends the champ back to the canvas with a short bulldog.

Zach Davis: Things aren't looking too good for champion John Gable right now. He came close to stealing another fast title defense, but Bryan Worthy isn't about to let it end so quickly!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Justin Cash coming outta nowhere with a full nelson slam on Buzz! And another one! And a big ass leg drop for good measure!

Gable gets to one knee against the ropes, holding his head, while Justin hauls Worthy to his feet. Buzz fights his way free with a few forearm smashes, then hits a double knee armbreaker before quickly transitioning into a rolling short arm scissors. John pushes himself up and rushes Worthy with a basement dropkick to break the hold, then turns his attention to Cash. The champ grabs Justin in a low front facelock, and begins driving knees and elbows into Cash's head that soon send Justin slumping back to the mat. Gable rolls him over for a quick cover, but Buzz breaks up the pin with a double axe handle before the ref gets into position.

Zach Davis: Gable almost had it again, if not for the timely interruption of Buzz Worthy!

Freddy Whoa: I don't know if that counts as "almost having it"; it wasn't even a one count. How you know Cash wasn't gonna kick out?

Zach Davis: Well, I don't. But after all those strikes to the head, it seemed like a safe assumption.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! How long you worked here? And you still making assumptions? You know that anything can happen in the Wrestling Championship Federation!

John and Worthy both climb to their feet, and start trading punches. The larger Buzz quickly gains the upper hand, and backs the champ into the corner with a flurry of fists, then whips him across the ring to the opposite corner. Worthy waits for a moment, then follows him in to deliver a clothesline in the corner that nearly decapitates Gable, before he pulls the champ out of the corner, and hits a release Northern Lights suplex. Buzz rolls to his feet with his arms out to the sides, soaking in the cheers of the crowd, then climbs onto the second turnbuckle. Worthy smacks a fist into his palm a few times, then leaps off the turnbuckle with a diving fist drop across John's forehead.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What impact from that fist drop! Lights out, Gable!

Zach Davis: I wouldn't count John Gable out yet, Freddy; he's held this title for quite some time, and I don't see him giving it up just yet!

Buzz pulls the champ up, clamps him into position, then lifts Gable up onto his shoulder before driving him back down to the mat with the Buzz Bomb. Cash slowly pulls himself up the ropes as the ref slides into position.

One...

Justin staggers around for a moment, then spots the pinfall.

Two...

Cash charges across the ring, and dives feet first at Worthy.

Freddy Whoa: HE BREAKS IT UP!

Kinda. Worthy saw it coming. He's on his feet as Cash gets up and grabs him...

Zach Davis: ANOTHER BUZZ BOMB!

Worthy drops and pins Cash.

One...

Two...

Three!

The ref calls for the bell

(DING DING DING!)

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: You're right, Freddy! Anything CAN happen in the WCF! Just ask our new Television Champion; Bryan "Buzz" Worthy!

Freddy Whoa: What an upset!... And John Gable didn't even get pinned! In any case, someone has finally unseated John Gable as the Television Champion!

Worthy gets to his feet, and accepts the title belt from the referee, who then raises his hand. Buzz displays his new Championship to the crowd on all four sides of the ring, before he rolls under the bottom rope and heads to the back for some celebrating.

Zach Davis: Manning and Scholes have left the ring, and Gable is getting to his feet. He's got a mic... what does he have to say?

Freddy Whoa: Bryan Worthy just ended a historic TV Title reign without defeating the Champion. Gable can't be happy.

John Gable: Wooohooo, someone has finally stolen the Cinema Championship from me, and the only way WCF could get it to happen was to make sure there was a patsy to take the pinfall, what a fucking surprise. I was seriously hoping that there would have been someone who could have beaten me this week but once again I am disappointed and irked. I couldn't be beaten; WCF had to find a nobody that could be. I am tired of these half-way dead losers that can't even muster up the ability to give me what I want. At this point I am not worried about the gold, I am not worried about winning. I just want an opponent who is going to take me to my limits. An opponent that can defeat ME, not take my belt by beating a NOBODY!

The fans boo the now former Cinema Champion.

John Gable: I wish I was back at Ultimate Showdown. I keep reminiscing back to it like a day I found god. I didn't win but I felt a rush again. I felt the risk of losing, ACTUALLY losing. That was amazing.

Gable climbs to the top rung and holds his left arm out while the right arm held the mic inches from his lips.

John Gable: Instead, I am standing upon a mountain of shit that seems to have declared me king! I was the lowest rung of people that matter. Being the longest reigning recorded Television-Slash-Cinema Champion in this company should have made me feel like a true winner but instead I just feel like the biggest loser who hasn't lost yet!, and even tonight the honor of having a challenger worthy of defeating me for that belt... that honor has been taken away! It makes me feel physically ill to think how much of this run has been wasted waiting. I needed a real opponent...

Suddenly Gable is interrupted by “Get Got” by Death Grips. Michael Easton walks past the curtain and down the ramp with a mic in hand.

Michael Easton: Hehe, whoa. I think you are forgetting about someone. I don't think we have formally met. I would have been your opponent at War and trust me, I might not be that bright but I am not a push over. I don't want to face Bryan Worthy for the TV Title if I can't beat John Gable. I want to fight you first. I want to face you at War before my Television Title match.

Gable's nostrils are flaring as his face goes red with rage.

John Gable: Don't you EVER interrupt me! I will not put up with disrespect!

Michael laughs heartily before returning the mic to his lips.

Michael Easton: Oh, you are going to give me a preview of War, is that it? I would love a good fight, right here right now. Bring it...

Easton is interrupted as Gable jumps off the top rope and hits him with a body splash putting them both to the ground. They both got up slowly but Michael is ahead of Gable and grabs him by the neck and trunks and prepares to throw him into the ring steps but during the running start, Gable reverses and uses the momentum to throw Michael into the steps as he comes to a halt; knocking the top steps off. Gable quickly follows up with a knee to the face which causes Michael's head to bounce against the ring post as he tried to get to his feet. Gable holds his head there and then proceeds to knee him in the face again and again and again until Michael's nose is twisted slightly and blood is pouring out his nostrils.

Gable rests Michael's head on the bottom steps. He walks around and grabs the dislodged upper steps and walks back over to the out-cold Easton. Gable lifts the stairs above his head and tossed it down onto Easton's.

Easton jerks in a huge motion off of the stairs and onto the concrete where he laid staring up at the ceiling. Gable grabs the mic again and sits on the ring apron.

John Gable: Well, that was the end of that. There is the biggest threat I had and I am almost positive now that he is not going to make it to War, let alone ever wrestle again. I am not here to win anymore. I am here to fight. Fuck the movies, fuck acting, fuck Hollywood. I am here now and I have accepted this is where I am going to stay. I thought I was going to be a big shot and have my worked analyzed through the annals of film history, that I was going to be remembered up there with the greats: Humphrey Bogart, Al Pacino, Vincent Price and yes, even Clark Gable...But instead I am that guy who couldn't do it and so I have to settle for being as close as I can, almost at a spectator level, to accept that this is the part I have to play now. I have tried to rationalize and recreate the world around me so I could make my own private Hollywood, I have tried a little cleaning up here, a little light shedding there but now I am done with that. Now I am just going to smash everyone I find like I smashed poor Michael right there.

Gable points to Michael laying on the ground as the medics tend to him. He stands up on the apron as he runs his fingers through his hair and laughs nervously...

John Gable: And there won't be any S-PAC to prevent me from doing such either. That's right, I have heard rumors that Scott has taken his ball and gone home because he can't control a bitch like Chelsea. I haven't seen him anywhere in the arena...Hello! Scott are you there? It's me, Gable!...So that is really that. Michael is gone now and Scott is gone now. I am standing here BY MYSELF!

Gable spread out his free arm again.

John Gable: I am issuing a challenge! Bryan Worthy, if you want to prove yourself, give me a rematch. Give me what I've been waiting for and give me an actual challenge. You and me, one on one, at War. I promise I will do to you exactly what I did to Michael. I am going to torch each end of this company until people whence when they see that title! I want some you to tear me limb from limb and prove that you deserve it or I swear to God that I will junk that title so no one can have it...the choice is yours...

“Ozard Empire” by Listener booms on the PA system as Gable drops the mic, hops off the apron and walks up the ramp past the net.

United States Title Match
Hyena vs Jay Omega

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Ya'know, you don't have to say that everytime we come back!

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.

Kyle Steele: Coming to the ring first from Millers Crossing, Ohio! Standing at six foot two and weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds! HY-YEEEEEENA!

He purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring, He rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer."

Zach Davis: What do you think about the challenger, Hyena?

Freddy Whoa: I think the guy's had an impressive showing so far, and tonight is the culmination of his success – a United States Championship match. This match is going to get physical right off the bat, seeing as how these two have been at it on and off since they debuted in the WCF.

Zach Davis: No matter what the outcome is, I think everyone's going to win tonight.

The arena goes pitch black as "Crush the Industry" by Dethklok hits the speakers The lead guitar kicks in after about twenty seconds, a blood red spotlight illuminates the stage, and the Hardcore Maniac, Jay Omega steps from behind the curtain to a mixed reaction. The spotlight shining on his red pants and vest cause them to glisten, and sparkles off the title belt held carelessly in one hand. His masked face slowly sweeps from side to side beneath his hood, turning a baleful gaze across the whole of the crowd.

Kyle Steele: And the champion, from Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia. Weighing in at two hundred twenty-six pounds, he is the United States Champion... the Hardcore Maniac... JAAAY OOOMEEEGAAA!!!

Omega rolls his shoulders, then makes his way down the ramp. He climbs onto the apron and steps through the ropes without any of his usual fanfare, then drops the United States Championship at the ref's feet. The referee moves the belt to the corner of the ring as The Hardcore Maniac locks eyes on Hyena, and stands impassively as he waits for the bell.

Freddy Whoa: The Champion is just staring bullets at Hyena...I've never seen that look in Omega's eyes before. It's like he's a completely different person.

Zach Davis: I think Hyena might bite his eyes out.

Freddy Whoa: Wouldn't be the craziest thang' to happen in the WCF! Time travel my dog.

The two men don't even wait for the ringing of the bell to begin tearing each other to shreds. The canvas vibrates with the force of the two men throwing each to the ground as the bell rings and the match officially begins. The two men roll around, punching each other with an animal-like intensity. Hyena quickly gains the advantage as he was more prepared for the match to shoot to the ground. Hyena ends up in a full guard position and lands a few hard right's on the United States Champion. Hyena lets up for a second just for the camera to show Omega smiling up at his attacker.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Hyena was thrown off for just a moment, but that's all it took for the champion to gain an advantage.

Omega quickly throws Hyena off of him then rolls to his knees. Hyena comes at him but Omega hits him with a quick hip toss, throwing Hyena over his shoulders and crashing to the mat. Hyena rolls to his knees and Omega turns around and hits Hyena with a hard right kick to his shoulder.

Freddy Whoa: I could hear that from over here! I don't need a visual to know that sound!

Omega plants a few more right kicks into Hyena's arm, thigh, calf, and Hyena doubles over. He rushed Omega and attempts a spear, but Omega grabs him round the neck and drops his head to the mat with a sick thud. Not wasting any time, the champion somersaults backwards to his feet then begins dropping hard elbow drops on the challenger's chest. Elbow after elbow plants on Hyena's chest, each one causing him to tremor a little bit and the mat to rock. Hyena rolls away from Omega after he plants one last elbow drop and appears satisfied – if only for a moment.

Freddy Whoa: This is barbaric! Just a relentless attack coming from the champion!

Zach Davis: It's sick! Hyena needs to find a way back into this match!

Hyena uses the ropes to pull himself up, seemingly recovered from Jay Omega's vicious assault on his head and torso, anywhere he could land those elbows. Omega rushes Hyena, attempting to shove him into the turnbuckle, but Hyena quickly leaps into the air and plants Omega on the cheek with a swift superman punch and the champion falls to the mat.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That punch came from another dimension or something!

Zach Davis: What a move from Hyena!

Hyena doesn't waste any time as he leaps on Omega and hits him with a hard right forearm as he comes crashing down to the mat and the two end up brawling on the ground again. This time, Hyena keeps his momentum going and grabs Omega by the head and begins slamming it down in to the mat, planting him with a punch every few slams. The crowd begins to pop for the match.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Hyena begins to pander to the crowd and leaps to his feet, taunting as he does so to an enormous pop from the crowd. Jay uses the temporary lapse of Hyena's judgment to his advantage and jumps to his feet. The referee begins circling the two. Omega stands behind Hyena, who slowly turns around to face the champion. The two lock eyes once again and lock up with a elbow and collar tie up. Omega gets the advantage and ends up behind Hyena with his arms around Hyena's waist.

Freddy Whoa: Number one trend on Twitter is Hashtag USCHAMPIONSHIPMATCH! Number two trend is Hashtag ZOMBIEWASSCREWED!

Hyena fights his way out of Omega's hold and twists Omega's arm around. Hyena holds on to his arm, but Omega slips out of Hyena's grip and locks his arm's around Hyena's head. Hyena pushes Omega's arms off and grabs Omega from the back around the waist. He lifts him up into the air and tosses him over the top rope with a german suplex. Omega hits the mat covered concrete outside of the ring with a sick thud.

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD! What a move from Hyena!

Freddy Whoa: He may have this match in the bag!

The referee begins to count Omega out as Hyena rolls under the bottom rope.

One...

Hyena grabs Omega's head and begins to pull him to his feet.

Two...

Three...

Omega attempts to stand, but the crash to the floor outside has him rocked harder than a hooker's mattress. He stumbles out of Hyena's grasp and crashes against the ring apron.

Four...

Freddy Whoa: Get back in the ring!

Five...

Hyena comes and grabs Omega, but Omega is back in his shoes just like that, and moves out of the way. He grabs Hyena around the neck and washes his face against the ring apron, causing Hyena's forehead to slice open. The referee calls for Omega to stop and he moves away from Hyena, but quickly moves back towards him and slides him onto the apron and under the bottom rope.

Six...

Omega climbs back into the ring, effectively ending the referees ten count.

Freddy Whoa: What a despicable move from Omega! That's all he's wanted since this match started – for Hyena to bleed.

Zach Davis: It's like...he doesn't care if he wins or loses! He's just bloodthirsty!

Omega pulls Hyena to his feet and keeps the fight coming. He grabs him in a suplex position and wraps his left arm underneath Hyena's legging and attempts a fisherman's suplex...but Hyena reverses and stops Omega, instead wraps his arm underneath Omega's leg and hits a fisherman suplex of his own. The two crash to the mat and lie there for a moment. Hyena uses this brief lapse in the fight to find his bearings again while Omega attempts to recover from the impact of the suplex. The two both begin to get to their feet at the same time. Omega moves towards the referee and uses the ropes next to him to climb to his feet. Hyena rushes Omega and attempts another superman punch...but Omega rolls out of the way and Hyena knocks the referee clean off his feet. Hyena rounds on Omega, who spits a mist of red spray into Hyena's eyes. Hyena writhes around, attempting to rub the liquid from his eyeballs as Omega picks up his title belt from the corner of the ring. He looks at it balefully then looks at Hyena. The crowd puts two and two together as Omega plants Hyena hard across the forehead with the championship belt.

Freddy Whoa: Disgusting tactics from the Jay Omega – I don't think he deserves the United States Championship!

Zach Davis: First, he moves out of the way so the ref can take the punch, then he spits that foul mist into Hyena's eyes...and if enough isn't enough, he uses his own title belt to knock the challenger off his rocker!

Freddy Whoa: I don't know who the hell this is! This isn't the same Omega we saw at Revenge.

Omega falls down on the wounded Hyena and puts his hands down on his chest, attempting a pinfall...but the referee is still down, stirring only slightly. Omega becomes frustrated and begins slapping his own hand to the mat. SLAP – ONE! SLAP - TWO! SLAP – THREE! Omega is pissed by this point, knowing he has the match under wraps. The referee stirs to his knees and moves towards the Omega and Hyena. He begins making the count very weakly.

ONE...

TWO...

THR....

Hyena's shoulder flies off the mat to a large pop from the crowd!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I CANT BELIEVE IT!

Zach Davis: HYENA GOT THE SHOULDER UP! THE CROWD IS GOING FUCKING INSANE!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Freddy Whoa: Omega can't believe it!

Zach Davis: He thought he had this wrapped up! He bought the bow and everything!

Omega puts his hands to his head and his face lights up in shock. Hyena is barely rousing on the mat, trying to crawl to the ropes. The referee has a “what-the-fuck” look on his face as he gets to his feet, holding his hand to his face where a nice little bruise is starting to show. Omega climbs to his feet and goes for an all out offensive on Hyena, planting his calf hard into Hyena's chest. Hyena falls backwards against the ropes and Omega irish whips him towards the opposite side of the ring. Hyena comes bounding back as Omega leaps over him and runs towards the opposite ropes. The two meet in the middle, but Hyena is quicker on the offense as he hits Omega across the face with a quick discus punch, knocking the champion to the mat. Hyena opts to stay on his feet this time, planting his boot hard into Omega's lower back, each shot trembling the mat with an earth shattering force! He climbs on Omega's back and locks him in a camel clutch and attempts to wrench hard on the champion's neck.

Freddy Whoa: Hyena almost has it locked in.

Zach Davis: Omega's got a knee up, giving him some leverage still.

Hyena wrenches harder, but Omega manages to slip out of the hold and the two end up on their feet. Jay rolls underneath the bottom rope and heads towards the announcer table. Hyena stands at the opposite side of the ring, watching Omega in confusion.

Freddy Whoa: What's he doing now?

Zach Davis: I don't know, but I'm sure it's something dirt.

Omega passes by the announce table and grabs a chair one of the ring hands is sitting in, keeping it in it's open seat position. He tosses it over the top rope and heads back into the ring. He referee picks it up as Hyena looks on in contempt. Omega wrenches the chair away from the referee and sets it down in the ring.

Zach Davis: What the hell is that jackass doing?

Omega plops down in the chair, crosses his leg and taunts Hyena. Hyena looks enraged, clearly accepting Omega's taunt, and charges towards the United States Champion. Omega rolls out of the chair and Hyena stops himself at the last minute. The two stare at each other long and hard, and Omega taunts Hyena again, who slaps the champion across the face. Omega kicks Hyena in the gut, lurching him forward. Omega grabs Hyena underneath the arm and plants Hyena's forehead down on the chair with a sickening STO. The referee's had enough and he calls for the bell.

Crowd: BOO!!!

Kyle Steele: Here's your winner, Hyena! But still the United States Champion...Jay Omega!

Zach Davis: What an absolutely despicable way to end this match! I expected more from the United States Champion!

Freddy Whoa: Terrible and brutal his tactics were, he's still the champion...

Zach Davis: I'm thrilled! Absolutely excited Freddy!

Freddy Whoa: I can hear the sarcasm, Zac. Don't worry, though, those are my sentiments exactly.

“The Great Destroyer” by Nine Inch Nails blares throughout the arena as Jay Omega picks his United States title belt, still freshly donned with Hyena's blood, off of the mat and rolls out of the ring, heading backstage with a look of malice in his dark eyes. Hyena squints and begins to show signs of life as the scene fades to black.

Livewire/Colin Marshall/Steeltoe Joe vs ICE Beckman/Steve Orbit/Zombie McMorris

Zach Davis: Besides the main event match up, this upcoming six man tag match had everyone talking for this previous week.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! That is so true. Everyone had been either talking about the World tag team match or this six man tag match.

Zach Davis: There should be a lot of action in this match up!!

The opening riffs to “Self vs Self” by Pendulum shreds throughout the arena, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: The following match is a six man tag match.

“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.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... from McKinney, Texas weighing in at 235 pounds.... He is The Outlander.... Colin Marshall!!

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 for the rest of his team to arrive to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Okay, we have Colin Marshall. All now we need is Livewire and Steeltoe Joe.

"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.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... Hailing from Long Island, New York... weighing in at 225 pounds.... The Livewire!!

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 third member of their team to arrive to the ring.

Zach Davis: Now, it looks like all we need now is 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.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring.... from Stockton, California weighing in at 272 pounds.... Steeltoe Joe!!

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.

Freddy Whoa: That's one team...

Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie vocals smash the speakers, as the spot light is shown. ZMAC stands out in the middle section, of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring...

Kyle Steel: From Parts Unknown.... weighing in at 260 pounds.... The Honey Badger Zombie McMorris!!

Zombie McMorris gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.

Zach Davis: Now all we need is Steve Orbit and the WCF World Heavyweight Champion Natural ICE Beckman!!

The arena is quiet with the lights all on when over the PA system you hear a man ask, "Are you Drunk yet?" as the crowd responds with a cheer "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers. The lights begin to flash blue and white as two cannon shot of fake snow shoot out from the entrance area. Out from the snow comes Natural ICE Beckman holding a beer in his hand. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the hand before tossing it into the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in 250lbs. He is known as The True Cold Drunk ...Natural ICE Beckman!!

ICE then smiles to the crowd going up and stealing beers from willing fans. He chugs the beers down the aisle until he reaches the ring. Once there he rolls into the ring, sitting up in the corner. He rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin and cleans his beard from the beer foam.

Freddy Whoa: We have all six participants in the ring, for this six man tag match!!

[DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: This match is now underway.

Freddy Whoa: It looks as if The Livewire and Steve Orbit is starting off the team for their teams.

Both men circle ring, measuring up each other before...

Zach Davis: Livewire and Steve Orbit collide together, in the center of the ring. Locking up in a collar and elbow tie up.

Both tug and pull, as they both try to gain an advantage.

POP!!

Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit connects with a quick right jab.

POP!!

Zach Davis: Another quick jab, coming from The Mack Steve Orbit.

The Livewire wobbles back and forth from the two quick jabs that came from Steve Orbit.

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! A kick to the gut of Livewire.

Zach Davis: Orbit bolts for the ropes

WHIFF!!

Freddy Whoa: The Mack misses with a clothesline attempt.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Livewire stomps the mid-section of The Mack Steve Orbit!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Livewire connects with a short-arm clothesline. LIVEWIRE IS GOING FOR THE EARLY PIN ATTEMPT!!

The referee slides into position...

The crowd: ON-....

Zach Davis: Not even a one count. Steve Orbit kicks out.

Livewire grabs Orbit and stands him up....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Dropkick from Livewire.

Orbit quickly stands up...

WHOOSH-WH-....

Zach Davis: Livewire misses with the dropkick attempt.

The replay shows Steve Orbit swatting the dropkick attempt away. Orbit grabs Livewire by his long hair...

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Orbit smashes Livewire with three consecutive headbutts!!

WHAM-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Two quick forearm smashes....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: ENZIGUIRI!!

before Livewire can completely collapse down to the mat, Orbit grabs his opponent and throws him into the ropes.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit whips Livewire into the ropes...

Orbit charges towards Livewire...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Dropkick from Livewire.

Livewire grabs Steve Orbit and takes him over to his own corner.

TAG!!!

Zach Davis: Livewire tags in Colin Marshall.

Livewire whips Orbit into the ropes....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! HEEL KICK, BY COLIN MARSHALL, TO THE FACE OF THE MACK STEVE ORBIT!!

Zach Davis: Colin Marshall is making a quick pin attempt!!

Stanley Moser slides into position...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREE... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Marshall picks up Orbit...

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOAAAA!! HEADBUTT BY STEVE ORBIT!! ORBIT FOLLOWS UP WITH A KICK TO THE GUT OF COLIND MARSHALL, THEN FINISHES UP WITH A NICE DDT!!

Orbit flies to a nearby corner as he notices that Marshall is lying close to the corner. Orbit leap to the corner, lands a split leg and drops onto Colin Marshall with a moonsault.

Zach Davis: SPLIT LEG MOONSAULT!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

The crowd: WHOA!!

Orbit grabs Marshall and walk ove to his own corner...

TAG!!

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit tags in the WCF World Heavyweight Champion.... Natural ICE Beckman!!

Colin Marshall is slumped in the corner as Orbit and Beckman smash Marshall with fists, forearms and kicks, until Marshall falls down and leans against the bottom turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Colin Marshall is in a world of hurt right now!!

Steve Orbit leaves the ring, as ICE Beckman stands near a slumped Colin Marshall....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Standing dropkick by the World Champion.

Marshall's head snaps back and collides with turnbuckle. The momentum causes Marshall to fall forward and fall face first onto the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Beckman picks up Marshall...

WHOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: T-BONE SUPLEX!!

Beckman goes for the pin...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEE- ......NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Freddy Whoa: How did Colin Marshall kick out of that?!

Beckman picks up Marshall and Irish whips him into the ropes. Marshall bounces off the ropes as the World Champion is waiting for him...

SLIIIIIIIIIIIDE...

Zach Davis: Smart move by Colin Marshall!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Enziguiri by The Outlander!!

Beckman stumbles...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Colin Marshall just nailed with a kick to the midpsection...

WHOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Colin Marshall nailed the world champion with a double underhook ddt.

Zach Davis: Colin Marshall is going for the pin on the world champion...

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEE-......

WHAM!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Zombie McMorris flies off the top turnbuckle and lands with double stomp on Colin Marshall.

Zach Davis: That double foot stomp was the only reason why Colin Marshall didn't pin the world champion!!

Both ICE Beckman and Colin Marshall struggle just to crawl to their own corner, to make the tag. Both Steeltoe Joe and Zombie McMorris are stomping down onto the ring apron to motivate their six man tag team partner.

TAG!!

The Arena explodes with cheers as Marshall makes the tag. The cheers turns into thunderous boos, as Steeltoe Joe enters the ring.

TAG!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Steve Orbit tags in Zombie McMorris!!

WHAM-BAM-SMASH!! WHAM-BAM-SMASH!!

WHAM!!

Steeltoe Joe kicks the gut of McMorris.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: CLOTHESLINE!!

McMorris bounces back up....

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! SUPERKICK!!

McMorris grabs Steeltoe Joe and whips him into the ropes...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris just nails his opponent with a roundhouse kick!!

McMorris flies to a nearby corner and he stands tall on the top turnbuckle....

Freddy Whoa: The Honer Badger flies off the top turnbuckle....

WHAM!!

The crowd: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: SENTON SPLASH!!

McMorris grabs for Steeltoe Joe....

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe Joe catches McMorris with a surprise left.

Zach Davis: McMorris' left jaw is now hurting.

Steeltoe Joe grabs McMorris...

WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: McMorris is nailed with three quick shoulder thrusts!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!! WHOOSH-WHAM!! WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe drops three quick legdrops across the chest of Zombie McMorris!! STJ is going for the pin!!

The crowd: ON-... NOOOO!!

Freddy Whoa: McMorris kicked out of that situation!!

Steeltoe Joe picks up McMorris...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: OUT OF NOWHERE..... The Babtism!!

Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe Joe is going for the pin....

The crowd: ONE!!

The crowd: TWO!!

The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEE.....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Zach Davis: WCF World Heavyweight Champion flew off the top turnbuckle and just landed on top of Steeltoe Joe with a flying back elbow.

Within seconds the ring is full of all six participants. Colin Marshall flies towards the ropes and bounces off the top rope....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: OUTLAND KNEE!!

Freddy Whoa: Colin Marshall nails Natural ICE Beckman with a knee to the face!!

Steve Orbit grabs Marshall and....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: HONEY DIP!!

Orbit nails Marshall with a half nelson suplex. Orbit flies to the nearest cornerr and quickly flies off the top turnbuckle and lands with a somersault senton splash...

Freddy Whoa: OAKLAND SPLASH!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Where in the Hell did he come from?!

Freddy Whoa: I don't think it matters.... Livewire just kick the holy Hell out of Steve Orbit with a 540 Tornado kick!!

Zach Davis: HIGH VOLTAGE!!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: AXE WOUND!!

Zombie McMorris nails Livewire with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Freddy Whoa: McMorris needs to watch out behind him...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: OUT OF NOWHERE..... The Babtism!!

WHAM!!

Before Steeltoe Joe can do anything the world Champion grabs him and nails him with a gutwrench powerbomb.

THUD!!

As soon as STJ gets dumped on his head, ICE Beckman collapses.

Zach Davis: Everyone of these six competitors are laying on the mat.

But it looks like Steeltoe Joe has had enough. He rolls out of the ring and bolts toward the timekeeper area and grabs for a chair.

Freddy Whoa: What the...

Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe has gone completely nuts!

Joe slides back in and BAM! He hits ICE with a chair shot! The ref calls for the bell.

Freddy Whoa: The Vapor Kings win by disqualification!

Zach Davis: But why is Joe doing this!?

STJ pushes everyone out of the way, as Zombie McMorris is still laying on the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe Joe has evil intentions in his eyes!!

WHAM!!

Zombie McMorris: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Steeltoe Joe slams the chair across the nearly broken body of Zombie McMorris!!

STJ stands up Steve Orbit...

WHAM!!!

Zach Davis: That chair shot has split open the WCF Hardcore Champion!!

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa! WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAA!! Steeltoe Joe just nailed the WCF World Heavyweight champion on the back of his head with the steel chairs.

Zach Davis: Bodies are everywhere, as STJ is STILL swinging the chair at anyone that gets near him!!

Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe Joe has gone completely off-hinged!!

Joe drops the chair and rolls out of the ring, backpeddling up the ramp as he leaves the Vapor Kings reeling and Livewire and Colin wondering what they've just witnessed.

Announcement

As the crowd simmers down from the previous action, the arena lights suddenly rise to maximum brightness.

Freddy Whoa: Not again.

Zach Davis: Hmm, what is up with these lights?

Members of the crowd are holding their eyes in discomfort. The lights then begin to flash on and off before the arena descends into darkness. After several moments, the lights come back on. The haunting melodies of 'Perth' by Bon Iver play softly. A huge green creeper unfurls from the rafters.

Freddy Whoa: What's that?

Zach Davis: I've seen that before...

The creeper falls into the middle of the ring as if cut from the ceiling. A booming, digitally altered voice blares out through the speakers.

Voice: The Vine was cut down.

A small section of the audience cheer as if a lightbulb is going off in their minds.

Voice: A war was lost.

Water drips from above. The crowd are being rained on. The building darkens again and fills with sounds of thunder rolling.

Voice: But a new War looms large. A War where there's only one way to win...

The rain and storms cease. The military drums of Bon Iver's 'Perth' kick in.

Voice: To Shine!

There's a vociferous roar from the Wheeling crowd as a very familiar man walks out through the curtain wielding a large red flag with the words 'MY WAR' in bold yellow letters.

Zach Davis: BRENT ALPINE!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! The Vine is back! Or is it The Shine?

Alpine stands still and soaks in the adulation. His skin is clearer and much more tanned than when we last saw him. The characteristic bags under his eyes are no more. He's even put on a decent amount of muscle mass.

Zach Davis: This is huge. Earlier in the year, this guy was a nailed on future World Champion. But then he encountered a few personal demons... well, one bovine like demon in particular. He's been gone for the last three months and rumours were rife that he would never return.

Freddy Whoa: Brent's looking good. Back on track and even better.

Zach Davis: I'm calling it now - Alpine is my dark horse pick for War in 3 weeks. The landscape of that match is changing rapidly.

Maintaining his relative stillness, Alpine plants the flag pole into the floor where it sticks with the help of a small suction pad on its end. In front of his eyes, the flag suddenly begins to set on fire. Alpine doesn't flinch at all.

Freddy Whoa: Fire!

As the flag becomes fully alight, it explodes. A cloud of smoke and sparks fill the entrance-way to concern from the Wesbanco Arena.

Freddy Whoa: Shit... did Alpine just BLOW UP?

As the smoke clears, the entrance-way is empty.

Zach Davis: Well, Brent Alpine certainly returned with a bang tonight. Stay tuned to WCF programming to see where he's been and what his intentions are. From what we've seen tonight, it's clear that he's gunning for War. That match is already shaping up to be the most competitive in WCF history and I happen to think there will be more secret weapons unveiled on the road to War.

Tag Team Titles Match
Jonny Fly/Corey Black vs Oblivion/Alex Richards

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 the Mysterious Pantheon Theme begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of two men standing on the stage. The lights come on revealing Jonny Fly and Corey Black.

Zach Davis: Here they are, the winners of the Trios Cup Tournament.

A barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly and Black. Slowly and deliberately they begin to make their way toward the ring and slide in.

Freddy Whoa: Fly and Black always appear to have casual, non-chalant attitudes. In reality, that couldn't be further from the truth. These are two legends of our sport, Zach, and they take their wrestling very, very seriously.

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 as a memorial to the days he was champion with the real tag team championship around his waist.

Zach Davis: Pantheon may take their wrestling seriously, but Oblivion and Richards... they're monsters. They're maniacs. They're unpredictable and we've seen them lay beatings on Pantheon before.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed US Airways Center.

Freddy Whoa: Why are we showing the US Airways Center?

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...

BOOM!!

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
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psychosomatic addict insane
Breathe the pressure
Come play my game Ill test ya
Psycho-somatic addict insane

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 US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

Come play my game
Inhale, inhale, you're the victim!!
Come play my game
Exhale, exhale... EXHA-A-A-LE!!

The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!

The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.

Zach Davis: The Tag Team Champions are here! These two men may hate each other but they've worn those belts with pride.

With Oblivion and Richards in the ring, neither Fly nor Black back down. Oblivion goes toe to toe with Corey Black, while Alex Richards goes toe to toe with Jonny Fly. The tension is palpable.

Freddy Whoa: We've seen Oblivion and Richards defeat tag team legends, the New Confederacy. But this has got to be their biggest challenge as Tag Team Champions to date.

Each side begins to fight! Corey and Oblivion trade blows as do Fly and Richards!

Zach Davis: HERE WE GO!

The God of Insanity easily overpowers the Cruiserweight Champion. After several strikes to his head, Oblivion throws Black to the ropes and executes a T-Bone Suplex as he comes back, sending Black flying right out of the ring!

Freddy Whoa: Oof!

Fly has the upper hand on Richards, but only until Oblivion spins him around and hits a stiff kick in the gut. Fly doubles over and Oblivion grabs him and hits a Snap Twisting Suplex.

Zach Davis: Simply vicious.

Richards rolls out of the ring and the bell sounds now that there are only two men in the ring. Oblivion stomps at Fly repeatedly before dropping down and going for an early pinfall attempt.

Freddy Whoa: One.. two.. no, Fly kicks out.

Oblivion lifts Fly up and executes a Snapmare. He then runs to the ropes, comes back, and delivers a stiff kick to the face of Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: Not the face! That's his bread and butter!

Oblivion lifts Fly up and throws him to the ropes. As Fly is coming back Oblivion lifts him up with a Gorilla Press!

Freddy Whoa: What strength!

No!, Fly shifts his weight and drops behind the Monster. Oblivion turns around and eats a Superkick!

Zach Davis: DAMN! What an impact!

Oblivion goes down and Fly jumps on top of him, hooking the leg.

One.

Two.

No! Oblivion kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Remember, Fly laid down a challenge now that Steve Orbit lost the World Title. We've already got Fly vs Orbit at One, and Fly wants one of them to be the World Champion. With War coming up, that could be Fly's chance to make it happen. He's got to be training hard.

Zach Davis: We don't know yet if War WILL be for the World Title or what though, Freddy. Seth hasn't made his announcement yet.

Fly backs up and lets Oblivion get up on his own. Once Oblivion is to a vertical base Fly runs at him.

Freddy Whoa: SPEAR!

No!, Oblivion sidesteps it and Fly runs shoulder first into a neutral turnbuckle! Oblivion grabs him from behind and executes a Dragon Suplex into a pin!

Zach Davis: DAMN!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Corey breaks it up!

Freddy Whoa: Richards and Oblivion could've retained it there!

Zach Davis: Pantheon has an advantage here. I doubt we'll see Oblivion or Richards saving each other, but Fly and Corey are totally on the same page.

Corey leaves the ring as Oblivion gets back up. He tags in Richards. The Archduke of Mass Confusion enters as Fly is fighting his way to his feet. Richards grabs Fly and throws him to a neutral corner. Fly, still dazed, takes a vicious chop from Richards.

Crowd: WHOOOO!

And another chop!

Crowd: WHOOO!

And another chop!

Crowd: WHOOO!

Freddy Whoa: Look at Fly's chest. Ouch.

Richards presses himself into Fly before whipping him to the opposite corner. Fly hits it, stumbles towards the middle of the ring, and is met with a Running Big Boot from Richards!

Zach Davis: He took his head off!

Richards drops down and pins Fly.

One..

Two..

No!, broken up by Corey again, who quickly exits the ring.

Freddy Whoa: If the Champs want to retain, they're going to have to do something about Pantheon's teamwork.

Richards gets to his feet, annoyed. He picks Fly up and lifts him, carrying him over to where Black is, and cockily drops him onto the top rope. Richards decks Corey before turning and pinning Fly again.

One!

Two!

No!, this time Fly kicks out on his own.

Zach Davis: Close!

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion and Richards have, thus far, been able to isolate Jonny Fly.

Fly crawls towards Corey but Richards grabs his leg and pulls him away. The crowd boos as Richards hits Fly with a stiff kick to his head.. before sitting on his face.

Zach Davis: This makes me uncomfortable.

Freddy Whoa: It's the Richards Suffocanator, Zach!

The crowd boos as Fly's legs flail. Looking to save the future Hall of Famer from embarrassment, Corey Springboards into the ring and Dropkicks Richards in the back!

Zach Davis: Richards got too cocky!

Richards rolls away as Corey gets back on the apron and yells for Fly to make the tag. Fly crawls towards Corey as fast as he can.. but Richards makes the tag first. Oblivion comes in and pulls Fly away once more.

Freddy Whoa: This may not be teamwork, exactly, but the Champions are decimating Jonny Fly.

Oblivion lifts Fly up and knees him in the gut on the way up. He then pulls Fly in and executes a Gutwrench Powerbomb!

Zach Davis: What impact!

Oblivion gets up as Corey Springboards into the ring yet again. Oblivion is able to catch him, however. Oblivion holds the Cruiserweight Champion in his grasp for a few moments before hitting a Fallaway Slam!

Freddy Whoa: Well, Corey has inserted himself illegally into this match several times, it was bound to bite him in the ass eventually.

Sensing opportunity as Corey rolls out of the ring, Oblivion quickly climbs to the top rope.

Zach Davis: Oh no. Oblivion is going high risk.

Freddy Whoa: This can mean only one thing.

Oblivion glances behind him for a moment before jumping off....

Zach Davis: OBI-SAULT!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

NO! FLY ROLLS AWAY! Oblivion eats canvas but stumbles up quickly. He runs at Fly, who isn't quite up yet, and Fly rolls him up in a schoolboy pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Oblivion escapes it!

Zach Davis: Fly almost stole it!

Both Fly and Oblivion get to their feet. Fly runs at Oblivion and hits an STO!

Freddy Whoa: NO!, Oblivion doesn't let Fly take him down. Oblivion grabs Fly..

Belly to Belly Suplex!

Zach Davis: Oblivion's counter sends Fly, well, flying across the ring... RIGHT INTO THE PANTHEON CORNER!

Corey Black reaches down and tags himself in!

Freddy Whoa: LISTEN TO THAT POP!

The King of All Wrestlers Springboards into the match and hits Oblivion with a Dropkick! Oblivion goes down but gets back up just as quickly. Corey catches him and takes him down with a Spinning Neckbreaker!

Zach Davis: Corey Black is on fire!

Freddy Whoa: Careful, Zach. When Oblivion and Alex Richards are involved and you say that, the audience might think you're serious.

Oblivion stumbles up, more dazed this time, and Corey Black takes him down with a Lariat!

Zach Davis: Coming from Corey that Lariat is lethal!

But Oblivion won't go down. Corey follows it up with a Shining Wizard!, which does the trick!

Freddy Whoa: He just kicked Oblivion's brains out!

Corey goes for a pin.

ONE.

TWO.

NO! OBLIVION KICKS OUT!

Zach Davis: These two men have had battle after battle. They know each other well. Corey knows just how difficult it is to defeat the Monster.

Corey lifts Oblivion up, looking to capitalize on his momentum, but Oblivion rams him into a neutral corner. He backs up several steps before quickly running at Corey and Clotheslining him, grabbing his head and hitting a Bulldog!

Freddy Whoa: Aanndd the team of Oblivion and Richards are back in control.

He stumbles away and tags in Alex Richards. Richards enters and Corey is up and runs at him - but Richards catches him and turns it into a Sambo Suplex!

Zach Davis: Yep! The Tag Team Champs are back in the saddle.

Richards drops and pins Corey, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

No!, Corey kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Corey is still relatively fresh!

Richards gets up as the crowd begins to boo and is momentarily distracted by them. In that moment Corey is able to work his way to his feet. Richards turns and Corey fires off a Dropkick!, but Richards sidesteps it. Corey gets back up and Richards grabs him by the throat.

Zach Davis: Chokeslam!

NO!, Richards executes the Zim-Quila Hangover!

Freddy Whoa: ZIM-QUILA HANGOVER! THERE IT IS!

Alex drops and pins Corey, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Fly breaks it up!

Zach Davis: TEAMWORK!

Oblivion enters the ring as Jonny Fly gets to his feet. Tired of the constant interference, Oblivion runs at Fly and Clotheslines him out of the ring!, using all of his body weight and sending himself flying over the top in the process.

Freddy Whoa: Corey Black and Alex Richards are alone now.

Both men are to their feet. Richards runs at Corey but Corey catches him.

Zach Davis: He's got him in the Abdominal Stretch....

Corey starts striking Richards with the elbow!

Freddy Whoa: FOR VICTORY OR DEATH!

The crowd pops as Corey Black drives his elbow repeatedly into the face of Alex Richards!

Zach Davis: This is one of the most brutal moves in wrestling and Corey has it locked in!

Richards yells out in pain several times... until his eyes go lifeless and he stops yelling. Corey keeps elbowing until the ref admonishes him to release the hold, which he does.

Freddy Whoa: We've got new Tag Team Champions, ladies and gentlemen.

As a formality, the ref raises Richards' arm to make sure he's knocked out. It drops. The ref raises his arm again. It drops.

Zach Davis: Congratulations to Pantheon. Corey Black has proven he truly is the King of All Wrestlers here tonight.

The ref raises Richards' arm for the last time.

Freddy Whoa: NO! NO! ALEX RICHARDS IS ALIVE!

RICHARDS KEEPS THE ARM UP! Corey's eyes go wide and he can't believe it. Not wasting any time he runs at Richards and jumps, intending to drop a knee on his head. But Richards rolls away, Corey's knee hitting the mat. Richards gets to his feet behind Corey and grabs him.

Zach Davis: Belly to Back Suplex!

NO!

Freddy Whoa: HE HITS THE FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!

Richards drops and pin Corey Black.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Zach Davis: NO! FLY PULLS RICHARDS OUT OF THE RING!

Fly broke up the count! Richards angrily swings at him but Fly ducks it and DDTs Richards to the ground.

Freddy Whoa: DDT on the outside.. ouch. How does someone come back from that?

Oblivion enters the ring behind Corey and spins him around. He lifts him up.

Zach Davis: 5150 TIME!

NO!, Corey shifts his weight and escapes, landing behind Oblivion. He puts him in a Hammerlock.

Freddy Whoa: Corey Black is an innovator. Here it comes...

COREY BLACK HITS THE ULFBERHT! He drops and pins Oblivion, hooking the leg.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Zach Davis: THAT'S IT!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WE'VE GOT NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

The Mysterious Pantheon Theme hits as Jonny Fly rolls into the ring. Fly helps Corey to his feet as the ref hands them the Tag Team Titles.

Zach Davis: I don't believe it.

Freddy Whoa: We're weeks away from War. We're weeks away from Corey Black's World Title shot. And these two have just become the Tag Team Champions.

Zach Davis: This is their second reign as Tag Team Champions; the first was back in April of 2013. Despite Jayson Price's issues and Steve Orbit's defection, Pantheon reigns supreme.

Corey and Fly briefly share a man-hug ... before Master of Puppets hits.

Freddy Whoa: Well we knew Seth would be coming out soon... and now is the time.

As Oblivion and Richards roll out of the ring, Fly and Black stand tall with the Tag Team Championships slung over their shoulders. They stare defiantly as Seth walks out onto the stage.

Seth Lerch: Bravo!

Seth is clapping sarcastically.

Seth Lerch: Bravo, Corey. Bravo, Fly. Bravo, Pantheon.

The crowd boos.

Seth Lerch: I told the world that tonight, I'd be announcing the full details behind War. Will ICE Beckman be defending his World Title?

The crowd buzzes; they want to know!

Seth Lerch: The answer... is no.

BOOING! HISSING! BOO, HISS!

Seth Lerch: However!.... ICE WILL be in action. And as for Title defenses? Oh, I know a Champion or two who WILL be putting their belts on the line.

More buzzing. What is Seth getting at?

Zach Davis: Where is he going with this?

Seth grins.

Seth Lerch: That's right, Corey and Jonny, you two will be defending your newly won belts at War. And you'll be defending them against the Vapor Kings. You'll be defending them... against ICE Beckman and Steve Orbit.

The crowd pops!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: WHAT A MATCH!

Fly and Black adjust the belts over their shoulders but neither flinches or shows any emotion.

Freddy Whoa: Seriously. We know that Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit will face at One. We know that Steve Orbit turned his back on Pantheon. We know that Corey Black will fight ICE Beckman at Slam 300. But now this, with the Tag Titles on the line? This is huge.

Seth continues.

Seth Lerch: The War match itself will officially be for a guaranteed World Title shot. Not just at any PPV, of course, but at One itself!

The crowd pops!

Seth Lerch: That's right. Whoever wins War will face ICE Beckman for the World Title at big one, the biggest show WCF has to offer.. the winner of War goes directly to One. And don't think the Tag Team Titles match gets any of you get out of War. No, Steve Orbit will still be entered, as will you two, Black and Fly. Just because I want to see Adam Young pin you again, Corey.

The fans boo.

Zach Davis: Will Adam Young even be at War?

Seth Lerch: So enjoy your belts while you can, Pantheon. At War, I'm confident that the Vapor Kings are going to put an end to your pitiful stable once.. and for all.

With that, Master of Puppets hits again. Seth walks off as Black and Fly basically no-sell his announcements by climbing up opposite turnbuckles and playing to the crowd. The Mysterious Pantheon Theme replaces Metallica as they do.

Freddy Whoa: HUGE announcements!

Zach Davis: War will be for a World Title shot at One! The new Tag Team Champions, Pantheon, will defend against the Vapor Kings team of Steve Orbit and ICE Beckman!

Freddy Whoa: I can't believe it!

Zach Davis: We'll see you next week, fans! Goodnight!

The lights go out.

Freddy Whoa: Wait, what? Come on, we don't have time.

Spotlights circle the arena and their fans. Crawl by Kings of Leon hits the airwaves.

Zach Davis: WHAT?!!? OH MY GOD NO WAY NO WAY NO WAY!!!

Freddy Whoa: THATS WHO I THINK IT IS RIGHT?!

The crowd is completely unglued. Torture steps onto the stage smiling from ear to ear. The lights come back on as Torture points out at the crowd. The camera shows iso-cams on some of the fans.. one fan almost passes out, another fan is going apeshit on their Snapchat, and three lady fans are screaming their faces off. Torture is walking down the ramp looking at and smiling at Corey Black.

Zach Davis: I CAN NOT BELIEVE WHAT IS HAPPENING.. WAR IS AROUND THE CORNER THAT MUST BE WHAT THE HELL THIS IS ABOUT?!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA DUDE.. WHOA THIS ARENA IS DEFEANING BRO. I CANT EVEN HEAR MYSELF THINK.

Zach Davis: Corey Black, the King of All Wrestlers, wins the Tag Team Titles... and now Torture is here?!

Freddy Whoa: UNBELIEVABLE! I'm sorry to whoever is tuning in to watch whatever is after Slam but we're staying live here!

Torture climbs up the steps as Corey Black doesn't look amused at all. Torture steps through the ropes and Kings of Leon's Crawl stops. The crowd is chanting HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT.

Freddy Whoa: I'M WITH THE CROWD ON THIS ONE. HOLY SH-

Zach Davis: EXACTLY FREDDY!! THIS IS WHAT WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION IS ABOUT!!

Torture is mouthing words to Corey. Corey is standing completely still. There is no microphone but we can KIND of hear some of the phrases Torture is spitting towards Corey. The crowd is just so loud.

Torture: King of all Wrestlers? Really? Was this your plan? I thought our beef was done? King of Wrestlers? Come on, man. Shake my hand. I don't want to fight.

The crowd is still losing their shit.

Zach Davis: DID HE SAY SOMETHING ABOUT BEEF?

Freddy Whoa: I HAVE NO IDEA ZACH OH MY GAAAWWDDD COREY AND TORTURE ARE IN THE RING TOGETHER!

The hardline camera is shaking, the crowd is still chanting Holy shit, Torture smiles and puts out his right hand. The crowd pops even bigger. Corey looks down and looks back up into Torture's eyes. Corey slaps the hand away.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH in unison from the sold out arena. Torture smiles and takes one step closer to Corey. Corey takes one step closer to Torture, not backing down a single bit. The crowd goes from ooooh, to a major pop, to more chaos as Jonny Fly steps up.

Freddy Whoa: Torture and Jonny Fly in the ring together... intense.

Jonny Fly is standing in between Torture and Corey talking to each of them. We're assuming he's talking them down from whatever is about to happen. Torture takes one step back and puts his hands in the air as if to say "Nothing going on here." Corey doesn't move a muscle. Fly continues talking to Corey as if to say "Relax, calm down." Corey takes two steps back finally and the crowd starts to finally calm down from their apeshit chaotic pops.

Zach Davis: What the hell is going on!?

Fly and Torture shake hands and do a half hug.

Zach Davis: Fly showing respect to a Hall of Famer and legend WAIT WHAT THE HELL?!?!

Torture just hit the Tortures Device on Jonny Fly!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!

Zach Davis: TORTURE'S DEVICE TO JONNY FLY!

THE CROWD CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Torture slides out of the ring. Corey swings his Championship belt towards The Tort but the ropes keep him from getting out. The crowd is absolutely shocked and going apeshit crazy. Boos, Cheers, markage everywhere.

Freddy Whoa: WHAT DA HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!?!?

Torture looks frustrated with himself and the situation but continues walking backwards up the ramp. "THATS ON YOU! THAT ONES ON YOU COREY!" Corey is beyond pissed off but is also kneeled down checking on Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: WHAT THE HOLY HELL IS GOING ON?!!? THATS ON YOU COREY? WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN!? OH MY GOD WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION IS OUT OF CONTROL.

Slam is totally out of time. WCF goes off the air as Zach Davis is still in mid-yell. The camera focuses on Jonny Fly, waking up, with a new look of hatred in his eyes.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Tyler Walker Invitational Battle Royal

Jay Omega Segment

Doc Henry vs Louis Bartkowski vs Michael Easton vs Jorge Diaz vs Dave Manning vs Cormack MacNeill vs Scorpio vs Apocalypse vs Logan

Technical Difficulties

Ultimate Destroyer vs Biohazard

Jonny Fly Segment

Jahani al-Reb vs Deuce Murdock

Seth Lerch/Jayson Price Segment

Isaiah Chavis vs Chelsea Armstrong

Alex Richards Segment

Television Title Match: Bryan Worthy vs Justin Cash vs Shawn Scholes vs John Gable

United States Title Match: Hyena vs Jay Omega

Livewire/Colin Marshall/Steeltoe Joe vs ICE Beckman/Steve Orbit/Zombie McMorris

Announcement

Tag Team Titles Match: Jonny Fly/Corey Black vs Oblivion/Alex Richards

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Wrestler in Announcement
Match:
Tag Team Titles Match
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
ICE Beckman
Hardcore:
Steve Orbit
Television:
John Gable
United States:
Jay Omega
Peoples:
Chelsea Armstrong
Internet:
Jayson Price
Tag Team:
Oblivion/Alex Richards