"Drunk and Crazy" by Mogwai plays as Slam opens up with a shot outside of the Rupp Arena in Frankfort, Kentucky. A dozen Kentucky state troopers are standing at the front entrance along with Seth Lerch and the WCF security detail.
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to Slam, live from Frankfort Kentucky!
Zach Davis: And it looks like Seth Lerch is once again preparing to keep Jayson Price from getting inside of the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Wait a second. Are you telling me that WCF has that many security guards on the payroll?
Zach Davis: It would appear so. Why do you ask?
Freddy Whoa: Well where are they at when all the crazy stuff is happening around here?
Zach Davis: Good question!
The cameraman moves in closer to Seth and the officers to hear whats happening.
Seth Lerch: All right, look. Last week the officers we were sent did a fine job in keeping Price out of my arena, this week I want the same. In fact, I want better. Arrest him on sight, don't even give him a chance to pull something.
Officer #1: No need to worry, Mr. Lerch, we've got this all under control tonight.
Seth Lerch: That's just what I want to hear. And keep your eyes out, I've heard rumors that he may be trying something elaborate to get past you.
Officer #2: Elaborate? Elaborate how?
Seth Lerch: That I don't know. According to my World Champion, he may try to pull something called the Mrs. Pricefire.
Officer #1: You're joking right?
Seth Lerch: I really wish I was.
Seth shakes his head and then turns and walks into the arena as the officers go back to talking amongst themselves.
Officer #3: What the hell kind of wrestling company is this?
The cameras cut back inside to the announce table as the crowd starts up a "JAY-SON PRICE" chant.
Zach Davis: Well it's pretty obvious that this crowd here tonight isn't too thrilled with Seth Lerch trying to keep Jayson Price out of the arena once again.
Freddy Whoa: Did Seth say that ICE Beckman said something to him about a "Mrs. Pricefire"?
Zach Davis: He did. I think I'd actually pay to see Price get arrested in drag.
Freddy Whoa: Yikes, lets hope we don't have that image burned in our brains.
Slam goes to commercial.
A delivery man dressed in a dark, midnight blue jumper matching pants, and an emblem on his chest of a wrapped package with wings knocks on a door of a locker room with the nameplate "Grayson Pierce".
Delivery Man: Earnest Unger. I'm looking for Mr. Grayson Pierce.
A very attractive women in a form fitting silken pants suit answers the door. Eve Overton adjusts her clipboard before speaking.
Eve Overton: I can take that for him.
Delivery Man: Are you Grayson Pierce, ma'am?
Eve Overton: Of course not. But I'm the closest thing to him...
Delivery Man: Sorry, ma'am, but this is a certified delivery needing Mr. Grayson Pierce's signature.
Livewire: What's going on out here?
Grayson enters the shot opening the door.
Delivery Man: This is a verified Earnest Unger delivery for Mr. Grayson Pierce. You're signature and a photo I.D. will be needed before I can legally deliver the package.
Livewire: A photo I.D...?
Eve Overton: Don't you know who this is? This is Livewire. His name is on the door.
Delivery Man: I'm sorry for any inconvenience. But I have my job protocol to follow. Yes, the young gentleman at the door does greatly resemble the professional wrestler on the wall poster just down the hall with the caption reading "Livewire, Grayson Pierce". But without the possession, at least, of a legal photo identification card, I can't complete the delivery of this package.
He motions to his satchel. Eve rolls her eyes and looks to Grayson for commisseration. He's gone. He returns carrying his driver's license, curiousity piqued. He signs where instructed and the deliveryman hands over a bulky retangular box. It is plainly wrap with brown heavy-weight paper and a card on top.
Livewire thought back to the last time he had recieved a package. It contained a cheque for $25,000 that he ripped up in a fit of conscience. He momentarily weighs up the option, then flips over the card. No Omega insignia.
Still suspiciously, Pierce slowly opens the package. As he looked into the box, a perplexed grimace passes over Gray's face.
Livewire: What the...?
Eve Overton: What is it, Gray? This isn't like some sick "Se7en" rip off is it? You've told me to beware anonymous packages.
Livewire: See for youself.
Grayson tosses the box to Eve. She reaches into the box and pulls out a long black leather duster. On the back in a plain, blocky font reads "Grayson Pierce". Overton looks quizically to Livewire who just laughs mirthlessly.
Livewire: That sneaky bastard...
Eve Overton: What is going on, Gray?
Gray again tosses Eve the root of the problem: the card. Livewire barks another laugh and stalks out the door. Eve, awestruck can only stare blankly after Livewire before turning he attention to the note. It reads:
I hope this is the beginning of a long and fruitful association. I will be in touch again real soon.
P.S. - The duster is a glorious addition to your ring ensamble. Please wear it.
P.S.S - Technically speaking, have to wear it. You are legally bound. By signing for the package, you must wear it and when you get into the ring you must... MUST... stand in the center then very quickly you must raise both arms to the sky. (It has to be very quick, faster than 0.4 seconds; I'll be timing you - you must give your all in this or... well, prison isn't so nice, is it, son?)
You will not be harmed. I assure you.
P.S.S.S. You probably should read all documents before you sign them from now on. "
Camera cuts away from Eve Overton's bewildered face.
Bryan Worthy, in his neon green WCF blazer, is standing in front of a blue screen that is displaying the logo for his "What's the Buzz?" show
Buzz: Welcome to the "What's the Buzz?". Earlier this week we sat down with two men who will wrestle each other for the first time on Slam. Both are relative newcomers to WCF, but it is clear by their talent and outspokenness that Kaz Mazy and Gonzo Deuce are going to be major factors in this promotion going forward.
The scene shifts to a taped segment with Kaz Mazy. The two are sitting on the "What's the Buzz?" set and already in conversation.
Buzz: What made you decide to become a professional wrestler?
Kaz Mazy: I grew up watching a lot of small time promotions on local access, and I was a huge fan of WCW and WWF before they folded under the titan corporate beast that is WCF. I saw the global conglomerate that WCF was becoming and I knew - I just knew - that a career in professional wrestling was what I was born to do.
Buzz: Can you summarize your career prior to coming to Wrestling Championship Federation?
Kaz Mazy: Match after match of people trying to SHUT. ME. DOWN. They say because I'm five foot whatever that I can't hang in the ring with these larger than life guys...but I say they're wrong. It's been proven time and time again that size doesn't matter, and I proved it a hundred times over in the independent federations. I've traveled all over America, Japan, and Germany, and America is the only place I can see with this supplement enhanced attitude for professional wrestling where you have to be Hercules to be the best.
Buzz: Is that why you chose to sign with WCF?
Kaz Mazy: That attitude is just a symptom of the bigger problem. Nobody has seen a real hero ascend his way to the top. Everyone else has done it by throwing away everything they believed in to do it. Steve Orbit was a real fan favorite, but you go backstage with the guy and he's mainlining coke with our pal, Gonzo. ICE Beckman was one of the funniest, truest men I know...but now he's standing side by side with Buddy Roman, perpetuating and being a conduit for his evil plot.
Buzz: What do you think you will bring to the company as a performer?
Kaz Mazy: I look to invoke change, not just in the roster but in the company at large. All it takes is one person to make a difference...but I have two really AWESOME people backing me up, my girlfriend Sophia and my best pal, Wilmer.
Buzz: In a couple of your Twitter posts you mentioned something called "Unfiltered". What is that exactly?
Kaz Mazy: Unfiltered is a fairly awesome idea that my friend Wilmer and I came up with. It's a podcast where we talk about everything WCF...but the gloves are off, Buzz. We're not afraid to pull any punches, not in a slanderous way...but in a way where we no longer insult the fan's intelligence. We acknowledge that they can see something seedy going on underneath these colorful stars that paint the television screens every week. It's a weekly show where we do everything from talk about our pick for Match of the Week, our Superstar of the Week, and if anyone wants to have a guest spot on the show, we're always willing to accommodate.
Buzz: Have you set any goals for yourself here in WCF?
Kaz Mazy: My ultimate goal is to get the truth out there, Buzz! Maybe we'll be seeing more of each other in the future, but for the present, I'm just here to prove myself and that I can hang with these colossal gentlemen. My name is Kaz Mazy - future Television, United States, Internet, People's, Hardcore, Tag Team, World Champion!
Freddy Whoa: Last week Biohazard's long time friend and partner Tyler Walker betrayed him. Then afterwards he was easily handled by Ultimate Destroyer in under a minute. It will be interesting to see if he gets his head in the game tonight. If not it could be a long night with the skill level of his opponents.
ARRR ARRR ARRR ARRR
Zach Davis: Well this can't be good.
The Pirates Who Don't Do Anything by Reliant K plays as Alex Richards walks towards the ring wearing a piratish coat, wearing a fake parrot on his shoulder, a fake peg leg, and waving the skull and crossbones flag. In his other hand he is carrying a cutlass. He walks over towards the broadcast booth as Freddy and Zach look confused.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! It's Alex Richards and he wants my microphone. Sure go ahead player.
Zach Davis: What brings you out here?
Alex Richards: The power of positive thinking. Later tonight I'm going to win number one contendership for the People's championship and I made a lot of crazy promises. So I figured I needed to get a head start on them. I promised to provide guest commentary as a pirate so shiver me timbers. Who's in this match anyways?
Zach Davis: The veteran team of Biohazard and the Diaz Brothers take on the well decorated Doc Henry, the always aggressive Ultimate Destroyer, and one of the promising young talents around here Justin Cash.
Alex Richards: Yar, thar she blows.
Zach Davis: you can't comment on matches like that.
Alex Richards: I just did ye salty dog. Besides they could always prove me wrong.
All the competitors for the match are already in the ring as The Diaz brothers look to be trying to sell Biohazard on something as Justin Cash is talking with Doc Henry. Meanwhile the Ultimate Destroyer rushes the ring and big boots down Jey who tumbles into Jorge who tumbles into Biohazard who falls from the ring. Ultimate Destroyer rolls up Jey.
Jorge breaks up the pin!
Alex Richards: The Diaz brothers are old salt. They have their teamwork down.
The Diaz brothers execute a double clothesline but it doesn't move the Destroyer. They try again and get the same effect. So Jorge holds his fist out and Destroyer slaps it and Jorge windmills his arm with a punch to the top of the head. He then stomps the foot of Destroyer, then executes a double eye poke as Jey dropkicks him to the knee. The Diaz boys dogpile on top as referee Jeff Williams counts.
kick out from the Destroyer!
Zach Davis: The Diaz brothers almost got the win there by channeling their inner three stooges!
Alex Richards: They tried to pillage a win but Ultimate Destroyer gave them the old heave-ho!
Zach Davis: My new partner ladies and gentlemen. Makes me miss Erin Robbins.
Alex Richards: Me thinks she had a mighty booty but I heard she kept two gold doubloons down the front of her pants.
Jey and Jorge pick up and double body slam the 400 pound Ultimate Destroyer then make the legal pin to Biohazard. He immediately heads up to the top rope and goes for a frog splash but Destroyer rolls out of the way. Biohazard gets up holding his midsection and Destroyer immediately lays him out with a choke slam!
Alex Richards: Shiver me timbers that was vicious!
Destroyer walks over to his corner and tags in Doc Henry. Doc the Cock comes in and drags Biohazard to his feet headlocking Biohazard delivering several hard punches to the skull then nailing Biohazard with a running bulldog! Doc pulls Biohazard back up and nails him with the gambler's hand! He makes a cover.
foot on the ropes by Biohazard!
Zach Davis: Doc has been on a slump as of late but tonight he's looking very good.
Alex Richards: Aye. Doc has all hands on deck tonight though. In fact he just decked both of the Diaz brothers. He knocked those bile sucking dogs right off the ring apron!
Doc Henry turns his attention back to Biohazard who rakes his eyes. Bio throws several forearms to the face but Doc shrugs it off and rakes Biohazard's face along the top rope then executes a neckbreaker. He waits on Biohazard to get up and almost takes him out of his boots with a vicious spear! Biohazard is laid out as Doc Henry goes to the top rope seemingly to finish off the veteran. However he finds himself pushed off the top rope by Jorge Diaz as Jey distracted the referee by threatening to enter the ring. Jorge does enter the ring and immediately plants Henry with a DDT before rolling Biohazard on top of him. Referee turns around and makes the pin.
3.... no, barely got the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: Jorge and Jey almost helped Biohazard get his first pin in umm.. I can't remember his last pin.
Alex Richards: But if that bucko had gotten the pin I guarantee he would have been three sheets to wind celebrating. Tag out to Jey Diaz now who german suplexes Doc as Biohazard executes a dropkick.
Dog Henry raised the shoulder up on the mat at the last second. Jey tosses Doc to the corner and starts to unload on him with chops in the corner. Doc reverses things and nails some chops of his own. He whips Jey to the far side but misses his corner charge and hits nothing but turnbuckles. He stagger as Jey counters with his springboard kick, a disaster kick. He hooks a leg.
Zach Davis: The Diaz brother almost picked up a huge win over the highly decorated tag team specialist.
Alex Richards: That old sea dog Henry ain't shark bait yet. Me thinks he's going to come back, savvy?
Jey looks towards the crowd with a taunt and then decides to try and finish off Doc with a powerbomb. However the wily veteran executes a backdrop out of it instead! Doc staggers obviously beaten down a bit as Jey gets up and grabs him only to have Doc floor him again with a spin kick!
Alex Richards: What a move by the scallywag! Now Doc needs to weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen.
Zach Davis: What does that even mean?
Alex Richards: Make a tag you scurvy dog! Have ye not be reading ye pirate? Blow me down Zach ye are one unprepared landlubber.
Jey tags out to Jorge Diaz. Doc dives and makes the tag to Justin Cash! The two men trade punches but Cash gets the advantage staggering Diaz. He then atomic drops him and runs him over with a lariat!
Zach Davis: I heard Justin Cash had a chip on his shoulder and thinks he should be in the War match and intended to prove it here tonight!
Alex Richards: Well yo ho ho! If he keeps this up everyone else is going to be walking the plank!
Justin executes a vicious powerslam on Jorge. He bounces off of the ropes and splashes Diaz. He gets up immediately not wanting to make the cover. Instead he drags Jorge up and connects with a skull jarring full nelson slam. He makes the pin attempt.
3.... No! Save by Biohazard!
Ultimate Destroyer rushes the ring grabbing Biohazard in a double handed choke hold and pitches him into the corner. Jey Diaz hits Ultimate Destroyer from behind leading to Doc Henry tapping him on the shoulder then blasting him with a right hand of his own! Then stomping the downed Diaz brother. Meanwhile Jorge has taken advantage of the distraction to nail a low blow on Cash! Destroyer and Henry have tossed their foes to the floor now as Jorge goes to the top rope diving off but Justin connects with a big boot that levels Diaz!
Alex Richards: Great move from Justin Cash. He just took all the fight out of Jorge there.
Zach Davis: What? No pirate talk. You didn't say Justin just slobbed his deck or something.
Alex Richards: Hey, it was a great move. I don't have to use pirate lingo all the time. And your attempt was just embarassing. I might have to get Freddy Whoa to keelhaul you. I think Justin is about to show Diaz why dead men tell no tales.
Justin drags Jorge Diaz back to his feet. Meanwhile Destroyer and Doc attempt to irish whip Jey and Biohazard into each other. Bio manages to reverse but that just leads to Destroyer flattening Jey. Justin gets a running start and levels Jorge with a running version of the RKO, also known as the Cash drop! It looks like he could make a pin but instead he calls to his partners. Doc Henry immediately superkicks Jey Diaz then tosses him back in. Meanwhile Ultimate Destroyer sidewalk slams Biohazrd down on the concrete then tosses him back in.
Zach Davis: This match should already be over.
Alex Richards: Doc, Justin and the Destroyer have been on a losing streak of late. They want to make a statement they don't belong on the poop deck.
Jey and Biohazard both stagger to their feet and are quickly nailed with a double Cash Drop by Justin. Henry and Destroyer slide back in and the trio makes a triple pin.
Kyle Steel: Your winners of the match, The Ultimate Destroyer, Doc Henry, and Justin Cash!
Zach Davis: Huge victory here for three guys who really needed it! Justin Cash came in there on a mission and proved he could be a force in the WCF with an impressive performance. He said he was going to hit the Cash Drop on all three opponents and he delivered!
Alex Richards: Doc, the Destroyer, and Cash had all hands on deck in the end and that was the difference. They deserve some grog after that performance. Now if you'll excuse me I'm off to the crow's nest.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I'm back.
Zach Davis: That guy is campaigning to get a pirate to replace you. And you let him take your spot in the broadcast booth?
Freddy Whoa: Don't worry about me I'm all about the severance pay. Besides do you say no to a crazy guy carrying a cutlass? I think not. Zach, if we gonna be partners you gotta be smarter than that. You have gotta give me credit. I said that Biohazard's heart might not be in it after the break up of Biowalker and my words rang true.
Zach Davis: I could but I'd rather give credit to Doc Henry who picks up his 80th career victory in the WCF.
The lights in the arena go black. There is confusion, clearly, then the titon tron lights up with a very, very bright light. The distant sound of angels singing can be heard. After a couple of seconds the screen goes blank again.
Freddy Whoa: What the...?
Zach Davis: That was strange.
Suddenly, a figure moves into view on the tron. The figure has a white bowler hat and a white, three piece suit. Everything is perfectly ironed, nice and smooth. There is some hair sticking out of the edges of the hat, red. He has a few freckles on his face. Oh, also, he is made of wood. Thats right, he is a puppet.
Puppet: Hello disciples of the World Championship Federation wrestling company.
The puppet is speaking in an old southern accent. Like an old southern preacher.
Puppet: I know a lot of you don't know who I am. But soon enough, I promise you that will change. I am here to help all of you out there watching this sinful show, and to help all of you who are a part of this sinful show.
Freddy Whoa: I don't know what to say.
Zach Davis: How about...'whoa'?
Puppet: Thats right. For too long has this company been riddled with men and women who have no common decency. They don't know the difference between what is right and what is wrong. Too many times have I sat idly by and watched as the WCF has, for ten years, tried to turn the youth of America into degenerates. Nobody speaks up. Nobody holds these men and women accountable for their actions. That is until now.
Zach Davis: I...thats a puppet!
Freddy Whoa: A puppet with a 'tude.
Puppet: Everyone in the WCF has broken a commandment at one time, including the viewership. I just cannot let that happen, as a man of God I just cannot. Commandment one stats 'You shall have no other gods before Me.' Yet the one they call Oblivion seems to worship a very different God. Tsk tsk Oblivion. Commandment two stats, 'You shall not make idols.' Yet everyone who watches this program seems to hold make these men and women false idols to worship. Thats two of them already broken. Number three 'You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.' Well, I think its obvious just about everyone here abuses that commandment. But I don't have to go on, for I know that all of you realize that every single commandment gets broken here in the WCF every single week. Jesus and God are willing to forgive, but to ask for so much forgiveness is a bit selfish, don't you think?
Zach Davis: Not even STJ is this crazy.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa...
Puppet: So now I have decided to bring upon WCF what Revelations says will be brought onto us when the good lord sees how bad the destruction of his earth has become. I will release an Armageddon upon the WCF, I will bring the Rapture to WCF. And while there everyone should be aware that we are coming for you, the main offenders should be ready...for anything...
The screen goes black. One by one names of WCF superstars flash on the screen in big, bold letters.
'Jonny Fly. Corey Black. Jayson Price. Steve Orbit. Oblivion. Logan. Zombie McMorris. ICE Beckman.'
Puppet: These are the biggest violators of the good book that I can tell so far. But trust me when I, Father Terry Andrews, tells you that it is the time of Rapture for the WCF. Starting next week, none of you are safe from salvation.
The tron goes black again, leaving the arena in total darkness. After a minute, the lights return to normal.
When Slam returns from commercial they show a taped "What's the Buzz?" segment from the "What's the Buzz?" set. Bryan Worthy is seated, with a vacant chair opposite him on stage.
Buzz: Welcome to "What's the Buzz?". And with us tonight, he has been around the world and then some, fighting people both in and out of the ring. When he's not pummeling guys in the ring, he's fighting for our right to have terrible reality television shows and bacon-flavored everything! He is Dr. Deuce "Gonzo" Murdock!
"Born in the U.S.A." by Bruce Springsteen plays, as Gonzo comes out, dressed in his usual attire of an outdoorsman's vest, a fisherman's hat, camouflage shorts, and shiny jump boots. He is smoking a cigarette and carrying a beverage in a glass. He sits down and says...
Gonzo: That ain't my song, but I might reconsider.
Buzz: Thought it fit well, considering your status as a veteran and everything...
Gonzo: I once actually sat down and listened to the words of the song, and its so sad. That song was about the struggles of people coming back from Vietnam. But what about all of these kids coming back from Iraq and Afghanistan? Our economy is garbage compared to how it used to be, but instead we outsource everything and nobody votes in their best interest.
Buzz: ... I see. Well, as everyone knows, this is yet another stop on your road in 15 years. During those 15 years, you have managed to amass over 30 titles, with four of them World Titles. But you've also had some rough years as well. Can you summarize how those times have been prior to coming to WCF?
Gonzo: For me to summarize my career, you've got to understand my entire life. Not just inside of that ring. That is just a small part of my life. But as with every other facet of life, I've had my ups and downs in the squared circle. I started out as a prodigy winning the World Title at 16 in what was considered a fluke win, until I held that title for eight months. Then I turned around and won the damn title back a year later. Of course later I got blackballed for some shit, so I went into the military. I come out, and I get back into wrestling after convincing them that I had a new found discipline I got in the service. But instead, I chose my spots better. 2007 to 2009 was probably my best time as a performer though. That is, if anybody is even familiar with my work. Wrestling has become somewhat fickle these days. You know?
Buzz: There does seem to be a lot of turnover in the WCF roster. Talent pops in and out of here like gophers.
Gonzo: Good analogy. Well, then I lost my foot about a year ago, and I had a great big mountain to climb. But a few months ago I managed to get into the ring and actually do well in a very high-impact environment. I have to thank my friends for their support and help during that time.
Buzz: Speaking of that, you come to WCF a war veteran, one who lost his foot in the line of duty. Can you talk about that experience, and what impact, if any, it has had on your wrestling career?
Gonzo: To be honest, losing my foot has not really affected my life so much. Sure, I sometimes forget in the morning to put my foot on when I go to the bathroom, and I wind up falling down on the ground face first, but I still see the humor in it from the outside looking in. What has really been affected as far as what the war has done to me has mostly been mental. There are things that I've done that I will take to the grave with me because they were so inherently bad and evil. And the worst part about it is that it was all sanctioned by the U.S. Government because they were acts of war. But the foot really has not affected me as I expected.
Buzz: Your official bio describes you as a "gonzo" journalist. For those of us unfamiliar with the term, can you explain it? How does "gonzo" journalism differ from "regular" journalism?
Gonzo: Gonzo journalism is a type of journalism where there is objectivity involved, but it is mostly due to being in the moment that is being documented into history by the journalist experiencing the story first-hand. The idea is to relay news while evoking emotion from what is documented. The style was initially developed by Hunter S. Thompson. The one and the same man who wrote Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. The opportunity came when Weekly World Wrestling wanted to do an experimental piece where they got several wrestlers in various stages of their career, from in training to recently retired. Both sides of the fence are represented, and about the only thing we all have in common is that we are well educated outside of professional wrestling. The Doctor thing is no joke. Although I'm technically disbarred now.
Buzz: How did that happen?
Gonzo: The head injury was the last straw. Prior to that, I had been up for review due to several legal matters ranging from aggravated assault to DWI. Its true, I have been no Boy Scout, but I have been clear of trouble since my accident.
Buzz: You and another recently signed talent, Jahani al-Reb, have locked horns repeatedly here, both in and out of the ring. What do you feel is the cause of this tension, and what can be done to resolve matters before things go too far?
Gonzo: He can take his entitled, judgmental, and imperative ass back to the shattered ruins of Baghdad is what he can do to resolve this problem. He keeps saying that I'm this great infidel, but in this country, he's the motherfucking infidel. This country is still Christians mostly, and the Catholics and Jews mix in pretty decent. And up until 9/11? We had no quarrels, other than that whole Gulf Coast shit back in the day. Y'all would drive our taxis, run news stands, do the whole doctor and lawyer thing. Y'all used to look suspiciously at us. And by us, I mean anybody not y'all. Now we look at you with suspicion, and its really thrown shit out of proportion. Now I know how everyone else felt when the Christians had to do that whole Spanish Inquisition shit. I guess its now everyone's turn to die in Allah's name instead of God. The growing pains of religion. If only there was no religion...
Buzz: This Sunday at Slam you are competing against the newly signed Kaz Mazy. What are your thoughts on this contest, and the opportunity it gives you to build momentum for the upcoming match at at War?
Gonzo: Yeah, Kaz Mazy. He and I had a little tug of war over you on Twitter, remember? Well, other than some really silly conspiracy theories and a few misplaced remarks, he seems like an alright kid. With any luck, we have ourselves a really good match that the fans can really enjoy. But kid, I'm going to warn you. Do not step on your dick. I just want to go out there and have a really good match. Don't fuck it up by...
At this time, Jahani al-Reb, accompanied by his escort of four scantily clad female guards, are on the set and surrounding both Buzz and Gonzo.
Buzz: What are you doing here?
Gonzo: Dude, seriously?
al-Reb: How come he's on the show but not me? I won last week! I beat him! I'm better than him!
Buzz: We couldn't fit you in this week because of time.
Gonzo: Let's face it, nobody wants to hear your whole "Allah will burn you and your home to the ground because we like bacon" bullshit! Now get your cracker-ass...
al-Reb starts to swing on Gonzo, and Gonzo starts swinging back! Gonzo is disadvantaged, having been seated when attacked, as the two roll about on the stage, knocking over furniture and terrorizing the studio audience. The feed is cut, as both men are still rolling around on the floor.
Zach Davis: We've got a returning star here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Do you mean Brent Alpine or Logan? Logan, of course, was supposed to be here last week but he was mysteriously absent.
Zach Davis: I meant Alpine. Will Logan show up tonight? If he does, will Alpine be ready to take him on?
Freddy Whoa: Let's find out!
A ghostly synth breathes over the PA.
The first keyboard chord of Prince's 'Gold' blares as a red shooting star firework darts up from the entrance-way to the left rafters. The second chord chimes as the arena lights flash red. The third chord accompanies a light blue star shoots to the upper right of the arena. Blue lights flash to greet the fourth chord.
As the main tune commences, a yellow spotlight covers the entrance as 'The Shine' Brent Alpine steps out from the back to sneers. A shower of sparks surround him, eliciting a brief pop at the spectacle. Alpine keeps walking, slides into the ring and jumps onto the turnbuckle.
Kyle Steel: From Rockhampton, Australia, weighing 259 pounds... 'The Shine'... Brent... Alpine!
'The Shine' glares in comical intensity and lifts up the back of his suit jacket like a Batman cape. He dismounts and hangs his jacket on the turnbuckle. He leaps onto the opposite turnbuckle. He removes his tie and long white shirt and throws them into the crowd, now ready for the match ahead.
The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos.
Zach Davis: HE'S HERE!
Logan stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses of garbage booing him. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the stupid WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.
Freddy Whoa: Alpine hasn't taken his eyes off of the Face of Treachery. We don't know what to expect from Logan here tonight, and neither does Alpine.
Zach Davis: Forget that. Logan doesn't know what to expect from Brent Alpine!
The bell sounds. Before Logan can really react, Alpine runs at him and executes a Leg Hook Reverse STO!
Freddy Whoa: Alpine exploding right out of the gate here!
Alpine stands and begins stomping away at Logan. After a few moments Alpine backs up and waits for Logan to get up on his own. Once Logan is up, Alpine goes for a kick but Logan catches it. Anticipating this, Alpine fires off an Enziguri!
Zach Davis: BOOM! He took his head off!
Alpine then locks in a Chinlock.
Freddy Whoa: Alpine wearing Logan down here, but we haven't seen Logan able to get any offense in as of yet.
Zach Davis: This is Logan's first match back since his loss to Corey Black, and he doesn't seem himself. I don't know if it's ring rust or what, but something is off.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe he's just blinded by.. The Shine!
Logan briefly works his way up from the Chinlock, but Alpine quickly releases it in order to take Logan down with a Russian Legsweep. He then begins climbing to the top.
Zach Davis: Brent Alpine going high risk here. But you know what they say, high risk, high reward!
Alpine measures Logan.... and flies off with a Diving Legdrop! He connects!
Freddy Whoa: High reward indeed!
Alpine goes for the pin.
NO!, Logan manages to get his foot on the ropes!
Zach Davis: He almost had him there! Not quite, Logan got lucky.
Alpine pulls Logan into the center of the ring... and puts him in a Camel Clutch.
Freddy Whoa: MOUNT UNPLEASANT!
Alpine apologizes for Logan as he cranks on the hold, applying as much pressure as possible. Within moments Logan is forced to tap out.
Zach Davis: THE SHINE DEFEATS THE FACE OF TREACHERY!
Freddy Whoa: Not only that, but Alpine made Logan tap out! When was the last time Logan tapped out!?
Alpine releases the hold quickly and stands up, fire in his eyes. The fans boo as he gets his arm raised.
Zach Davis: The fans wanted to see a competitive match here, and I have a feeling Alpine may've wanted that as well. But tonight Logan just wasn't Logan.
Alpine's music plays as he rolls out of the ring and heads triumphantly to the back.
Freddy Whoa: Say what you want, but no matter which way you look at it, Brent Alpine just defeated a man that has won War several times. The Shine has just put the entire WCF roster on notice. On September 28th, he is in it to win it.
A second after Alpine disappears, the music changes... to Master of Puppets. The crowd pops.
Zach Davis: Seth is here!
Freddy Whoa: And he's here... to confront Logan?
Seth marches to the ring, ignoring the different reactions from fans. Logan is struggling to his feet.
Zach Davis: These two have more history in WCF than just about anyone else possibly could, Freddy. What's he out here for?
Seth slides in and grabs a mic. Logan simply stares.
Seth Lerch: You know, Logan, when I found out you were leaving after the Corey Black match, I was sad. WCF just isn't WCF without the Face of Treachery, y'know?
Some fans clap, others boo. Mixed reaction for a legend like Logan.
Seth Lerch: And I was excited when I heard you were coming back. This is an exciting time for WCF, Logan. This year's War is looking to be historic. That's something that is said way too often in this business, that things are historic, the best ever, blah blah blah... but I can feel it. One of the most star-studded War matches in history!, and now Logan was going to be a part of it too? Part of me is just a fan, and as a fan, I was ecstatic.
Logan's face reveals no emotion.
Seth Lerch: And then last week you didn't show up.
The fans boo!
Seth Lerch: And then THIS week, you show up, but just barely. You're here in body, but not in spirit. A few weeks from now, Logan, you're going into a match with Jonny Fly.
Seth steps closer to Logan.
Seth Lerch: You want to beat Jonny Fly, don't you?
Logan doesn't flinch. Emotionless. Seth steps closer.
Seth Lerch: Next week, you're going into a match with Steve Orbit. You want to beat Steve Orbit, don't you?
Same reaction, i.e. nothing, from Logan. Seth steps closer.
Seth Lerch: Next week, you're going into a match... with Torture.
The crowd pops! Classic rivalry. Seth steps closer.
Seth Lerch: You want to beat Torture... don't you?
Logan is still emotionless. This seems to infuriate Seth, who was expecting some kind of rise out of him.
Seth Lerch: You've got nothing to say, Logan?! THIS is what you've come back for!? To be a footnote in the biggest War match in history? To be a has-been that showed up just to cash in a paycheck?! You've stuck with this company for YEARS while a man like Torture decides to only show up when he feels like it... and you're going to let TORTURE of all people walk into that match with more guts, more spirit, and more heart than Mr. WCF himself!?
Seth slaps Logan across the face. The crowd OOOHH's.
Seth Lerch: DO SOMETHING!
Seth slaps him again. Logan, again, doesn't flinch.
Seth Lerch: DO SOMETHING! ATTACK ME! GIVE ME THE CONNECTOR!
Seth slaps Logan hard across the face, one more time.
Seth Lerch: DO. SOMETHING.
Logan does. He drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos like crazy. Seth drops the mic and turns, jaw practically dropped.
Zach Davis: Seth can't believe it. And neither can I, quite frankly.
Logan marches up the ramp, ignoring the fans and disappearing to the back. Seth shakes his head in disappointment as we go to commercial.
We get an establishing shot of a parking garage. Chelsea Armstrong, in her street clothes, is her bags out from the back of her car when she's approached by Bryan "Buzz" Worthy. "Buzz" has on his neon green WCF Blazer and is holding a microphone.
Buzz: Chelsea. I was wondering if you had some time to answer a few questions?
She closes the trunk and eyes the reporter warily, before shrugging.
Chelsea: Sure. But let's do it here. I have a lot planned for tonight.
Worthy nods, and motions for the cameraman to start recording.
Buzz: Good evening, WCF Universe. I'm here live with People's Champion Chelsea Armstrong, who has just arrived at the Rupp Arena in Frankfort, Kentucky for tonight's Slam broadcast. Chelsea, thank you for agreeing to be interviewed so close to showtime.
Chelsea: It's just one of my duties as champ, Buzz: being accessible for the fans.
Buzz: You have been WCF People's Champion for five months now. Reflect on your reign. What moments stand out for you?
Chelsea: So many moments stand out to me to this date, the biggest one has to be only a few weeks ago when I defeated Steel Toe Joe. He is known as THE people's champion, everyone in the back told me that if he would have to return for me to lose this championship and he returned and I still retained...I think that says a lot about what the people think of me.
Buzz: You are currently the sole female performer on the WCF's main roster. What are your thoughts on this distinction? Do you think it reflects poorly on the company that there are not more women competing here?
Chelsea: I love it! Look at the past federations I've been in and you will see a pattern, the times I succeeded the most is when I have been the sole female backstage and that's because the men then are forced to look at me as an opponent. I'm not forced to face only the women like I have in the past, I can face the men and now I don't have those other female wrestlers holding me back or making me look like less of a competitor by putting mockery to what is a female wrestler. As for how it reflects on the company I honestly don't believe it shows poorly on them at all, it's not WCF's fault women won't stay here, this company is filled with talented men and it's a lot of work to survive here. Most women don't have what it takes to live with the guys and act like one of the guys and they have shown that by walking out one by one, but this chick isn't going anywhere and I'm going to make sure the guys in the back know that loud and clear.
Buzz: The stable you were a member of, the Savage Political Action Committee, has seemingly disbanded. No one is sure the circumstances that led to its demise. Can you tell us the circumstances that led to the group ending?
Chelsea: There are various things that led to the group ending, I can't say yay or nay specifically but I can say when it comes to Scott it was peaceful. Gable and Waylon have been faltering for awhile now, I mean people watching TV could see the bonds breaking a little at a time. Am I sad it is coming to an end? Of course! But that was the start of something to me, and I'll carry that onto the next stages of my career.
Buzz: Recently, you have entered a, uh, relationship with the WCF World Champion Natural ICE Beckman. Is there a possibility that this personal alliance might transform into a more professional one?
Chelsea: Honestly, for now I have to say no. What is between ICE and I is merely personal and is majority for off camera time, I don't expect him to turn on his group to help me and he doesn't expect the same from me. We have a mutual understanding that once we hit the arena we each have our own responsibilities, sure maybe later on something will come from it but right now it's only for us personally.
Buzz: Last week at Slam, you were involved in a pair of brutal attacks. The first was an ambush you helped to set up with former WCF talent Chase Michaels against Jonny Fly. The second took place after your match against Juggalo Warrior Isaiah Chavis. Chavis himself was severely injured as a result of your assault. What were your reasons for targeting both of these men? Aren't you concerned about the possibility of reprisals, especially from Jonny Fly and his own group of allies in Pantheon?
Chelsea: I'll start with Chavis, this one there was no real reason or motive, he needed to be taken out and I was the one needed to step up and make it happen. Is it my fault the guys in the back couldn't stand up to the challenge and instead they had to make a woman do their dirty work? No it isn't, but I will say it felt nice to be able to act with such violence and show no resistance and still be help up with cheers from my fans. Those who cheered are no doubt those who have watched my career grow since I started four years ago, they know that side of me, and I think they know they are going to be seeing that side more.
Now onto Fly, what I did last week I did more than just for Chase, I did it for myself. Fly has been a name that's been at the top of the pyramid since before I joined this company, everyone bows down to him and he'd claim everyone wants to be like him. It's simple, I'm tired of it. He needed shut up and that's what was started last week, Chase happened to agree with my thinking and was able to take the job and take him out for me. Now, had I not promised to let him walk he wouldn't have those tag titles because he wouldn't have made it to that match, but you see I'm nice enough that I allowed him to continue on. As I said on Twitter if I was afraid of what Pantheon would do in response then I wouldn't have attacked him at all, you can't live in fear in this company and expect to rise and I have come to learn that. To make a name of yourself you need to take out those who will get you to that stage and Fly just happened to be one of them.
Buzz: In your comments online this week you have hinted that your attack on Jonny Fly is part of something bigger. You've closed a couple of Twitter posts with the hashtag "OneDown". This raises the question, is there someone else in WCF you plan on going after, and why?
Chelsea: Of course! I won't tell who because that would ruin the surprise but I will tell you there's a whole list that I have made since I started in this company and they will be taken out one by one until my message is sent loud and clear. As I said you can't stand in the back living in fear of pissing someone off and expect to make it anywhere, you have to make people look. You have to make people see that you mean what you say and you have to make people think that you've just lost your mind! Many people think I have with the attack that was done against Jonny Fly, but if they think I was crazy after that then the next attacks to come will merely confirm their suspicions and get me put in a straight jacket. I say One Down for a reason, he was number one on my list...there is still more to come and unlike some people I will send my messages loud, clear, and personally.
The backstage area is strangely quiet as Logan is seen walking backstage after his match against Brent Alpine, seemingly walking toward his locker room he’s stopped in his tracks as the camera turns to see Chelsea Armstrong leaning against the concrete wall with a smile on her face.
Chelsea: Nice match out there!
Zach Davis: If Logan is smart he'll keep walking, we can remind everyone of what happened last week at the hands of Chelsea Armstrong and fellow NWA alumni Chase Michaels.
Logan looks on as he goes to walk past Chelsea only for her to push off the wall and get in his path, having seen what happened last week his attention quickly turns as he turns around to Chase Michaels standing behind him with a devilish grin as he wastes no time springing forward hitting Logan with a hard punch across the jaw.
Zach Davis: Again?! You have to be kidding me, where’s security!
Freddy Whoa: Woah Chase seems to be getting the best of Logan right now, wait what’s that...
Several security swarm in grabbing Chase, allowing Logan to turn his attention to Chelsea but before he can get his hands on her he gets spun around by Chase and the two exchange hay makers while in the background the security guard can be seen laid out on the floor. More security swarm in this time they provide enough distraction to allow Logan to grab a near by steel folding chair and swings it at Chase who narrowly ducks out the way as the chair smacks into the head of a security guard with a sickening thud. Before Logan can swing the chair again Chelsea comes from behind ripping the chair out of Logan’s hands, turning to face her she looks as if she’s going to swing but instead throws away the chair and allows a smile to come back to her lips.
Zach Davis: Well that’s odd…Chelsea just threw away her weapon.
Freddy Whoa: This is Chelsea Zach…she clearly has something else in mind.
Just then she looks down as she pulls a length of thick chain from the front pocket of the jacket she'd had on. Logan braces himself before lunging toward her but is stopped shot as a flash of gold is seen bouncing off of the back of his skull.
Freddy Whoa: Someone just took out Logan with a championship!
The camera pans to show Jay Omega standing over Logan holding his United States Championship, Chase finishes dealing with the remaining security guards while Jay continues his assault on the fallen and Logan
Zach Davis: We need more security! This is crazy!
Omega looks over to Chase and they pick up Logan before holding him by the arms and Chelsea walks over and slaps him hard across the face.
Zach Davis: Chelsea adding insult to injury there!
Omega and Chase look at each other before sick smiles appear on their faces as they lift Logan up into the air with a double vertical suplex and then drop Logan into a double side slam and as they do Chelsea comes in and nails a double knee backbreaker.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa... My god did you see that?
Hordes of Security begins to finally rush onto the scene but it’s only too late as Jay is still stomping away at the fallen veteran. Chelsea has backed back against the wall as she was seen earlier while Chase joins her along with Aeryn and now Jay Omega as he wipes off his Championship from the contact it made with Logan’s head. Medics rush in attending to Logan who is laying on the ground holding his head and back while the camera pans back around to the four against the wall while once again zooming in on Chelsea who holds up two fingers.
Chelsea: Two down.
Letting out a laugh the four walk away leaving the medics to tend to Logan who has begun to pull himself to his feet.
Zach Davis: I really don't know what to say here guys, this is the second attack we've seen in a span of two weeks and both appear to have been started by Chelsea Armstrong.
Freddy Woah: I think you're right Zach, and by the looks of this I think it’s safe to say this is only the beginning.
The scene opens on Freddy Whoa, Zac Davis, and an unnamed man sitting at the announces table as For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica begins to play.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! I'm Zac Davis alongside my broadcast partner Freddy Whoa! We're being joined by a special guest tonight, friend of “The Crazy One” Kaz Mazy, Wilmer Patacky.
Wilmer Patacky: You can call me Billiam, Zac.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
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.
Kyle Steel: Coming in first...from The Borderland...standing at a mighty six foot four and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds...DEUCE MUR-DOOOOOOOOCK!
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's Deuce Murdock! He impressed last week against Jahani Al' Reb but came up short in the match, so one is sure that he's looking to make up for that in the ring this week.
Wilmer Patacky: He's about to have his hands full.
Zach Davis: Full of what, Billiam?
“To Be The Best” by Tenacious D begins to blare throughout the arena as "The Crazy One" Kaz Mazy leaps out from behind the curtain and begins dancing on the stage to his entrance music while Sophia trails a few paces behind him.
To be the best, you gotta pass the test
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...from Fort Worth, Texas...standing at five foot eleven inches and weighing two hundred and twenty five pounds...THE CRAZY ONE KAZ MAAAAAAZY!
This continues for several seconds before Kaz runs down the ramp and slides into the ring to a large pop from the crowd. He continues to dance in the ring to an even louder pop from the crowd. He flourishes against the rope as Sophia climbs the ring steps. She walks towards him and plants a huge kiss on his lips to a pop from the crowd. He turns around for the start of the match as Sophia climbs off the apron.
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell is the crust fool? Looks like he needs a time and a shave, if you ask me.
Wilmer Patacky: THAT'S MY BOY KAZ!!! THAT'S HIM RIGHT THERE!!!
Zach Davis: No need to be so loud, Billiam.
Wilmer Patacky: I NEEDED TO MAKE SURE HE COULD HEAR ME!!!
The two opponents circle each other for a moment as the referee calls for the bell. As the bell ring, the two approach the center of the ring and begin to lock hands. They play a little game of technical cat and mouse before Kaz does a little front flip, gaining a slight leverage advantage over Deuce. Deuce quickly reverses it and ends up behind Kaz. He attempts a german suplex, but Kaz lands on his feet behind Deuce. Deuce quickly gets to his feet and whips around to face Kaz.
Freddy Whoa: Strong technical skills being displayed by both men, and solid footwork from both of them. Kaz is moving around the WCF ring like it's not his first time being inside it, know what I'm sayin?
Wilmer Patacky: Sorry...I didn't hear a thing you said Freddy. I was watching the match!
Zach Davis: You were checking your Twitter. I was watching you.
Wilmer Patacky: I was updating the Nation on Kaz's performance so far. If you're watching me, then who's watching the match Zac?
Deuce and Kaz lock up again, this time bounding a little towards the ropes. Kaz maneuvers into a headlock position, but Deuce uses the ropes to his advantage and pushes Kaz off. Kaz flies towards the opposite ropes and springs off, but as he comes back towards his opponent, Deuce knocks him clean out of the sky with a skull splitting lariat and Kaz crashes to the mat. Kaz holds his head as Deuce lifts him to his feet, this time dropping him back to the mat with a suplex. Deuce covers the newcomer and the referee counts the pin.
Kaz's arm flies off the mat, breaking up the pin. Deuce lifts Kaz up again, this time planting some hard right forearms across the small of Kaz's back. Kaz falls to his knees and Deuce attempts a falling knee drop, but Kaz rolls out of the way and Deuce crashes to the mat with his bad leg. Kaz quickly climbs to his feet and springs off the ropes, splashing down on a recovering Deuce and shaking the mat with both of their weight. Kaz rolls Deuce over and goes for the pin.
Deuce throws Kaz off him, effectively breaking up the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Expert recovery by Deuce, using sheer force to just throw Kaz off of him.
Zach Davis: Deuce is a ring veteran, Freddy. There's no way he's going to let Kaz get the one over on him tonight.
Wilmer Patacky: Kaz is gonna drop that Deuce, baby. He said he was going to do it, and I've never known Kaz to be a liar.
Deuce gets to his feet as Kaz stands by the ropes. Kaz launches towards Deuce and tries to hit him with a heel kick, but Deuce swats him out of the sky like the fly in The Karate Kid. Sophia begins pounding on the apron, trying to fire Kaz up as Deuce shoots her a “Fuck Off” look.
Freddy Whoa: Not a chance in hell, Deuce said.
Kaz quickly recovers to his feet as the two stare each other down. Kaz leans against the ropes as Deuce charges, moving as quickly as he can on his prosthetic. He reaches Kaz and clotheslines him, but Kaz wraps his arm around Deuce's neck and they both spill out on the mat outside of the ring. Deuce rolls to his feet but Kaz hit's the mat with a sick thud. The referee begins to make the count.
Wilmer Patacky: Get up KAZ!!!
Freddy Whoa: That was sick!
Zach Davis: This is Sunday Night Slam! Constantly bringing you the action!
`Deuce uses the barricade to pull himself to his feet as Kaz tries to lift himself off the ground. Deuce moves towards Kaz who has reached the steps. Deuce grabs Kaz by the hair and begins to pull him to his feet. Kaz's eyes open in agony as Deuce continues to grip his hair. As Deuce whips Kaz around, Kaz instinctively hits him with an uppercut, knocking Deuce back more in confusion than pain. Deuce quickly shakes it off as Kaz comes at him with another uppercut as Sophia cheers him on.
Sophia Tredway: Come on baby! Knock him out!
Deuce grabs Kaz's right forearm and whips it away as Kaz hits him with a hard left, this time knocking him back and almost off his feet. Deuce hits the barricade as Kaz climbs the steps. Deuce turns around as Kaz leaps off the ring apron, attempting to hit him with a hurricanrana...but Deuce reverses and grabs Kaz in a powerbomb position. He turns around and drops Kaz right on the barricade. Sophia wraps her hands around her head, feeling sympathy for Kaz.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT!!!
Freddy Whoa: I think Deuce just broke Kaz in half.
Wilmer Patacky: This is bad! This is bad! This is bad!
Deuce lifts Kaz off the barricade and rolls him into the ring.
Deuce rolls in the ring, breaking up the ten count. He covers Kaz for the pinfall.
Kaz's shoulder flies off the mat, breaking up yet another pinfall.
Freddy Whoa: This one's still going!
Zach Davis: I can't believe he kicked out of that!
Wilmer Patacky: I do...he may not be big...but he's small and tenacious as fuck! You can do it Kaz!
Deuce lifts Kaz to his feet and whips him into the corner. Deuce charges and hits him with a high knee, dazing Kaz. Deuce slowly moves back to his feet and whips Kaz to the other corner. Deuce charges again, but this time Kaz ducks down, then rolls out of the way of his high knee. Deuce gets down quickly this time and faces Kaz. Kaz runs towards the opposite corner and Deuce follows him...but Kaz leaps off, dropping Deuce hard to the mat with a flying crossbody.
Freddy Whoa: That came outta nowhere!
Wilmer Patacky: Damn! That's what I'm talking about Kaz!!!
Zach Davis: Can he capitalize?
Kaz hooks Deuce's real leg for the pin.
Deuce get's the shoulder up, breaking up the pin.
The two competitors stand to their feet, ready to finish this once and for all. Kaz charges Deuce, who hits Kaz with a hard gut kick. Deuce then irish whips Kaz into the ropes and ducks over as Kaz comes flying back...but Kaz rolls over his back, then rolls up Deuce with and ends up in a leg bridging pin and the referee goes for the count.
DING DING DING!
“To Be The Best” by Tenacious D hits the arena and the crowd pops as Kaz looks around the arena with wide eyes as Sophia climbs up the apron and into the ring. The referee lifts a still stunned Kaz's arm up.
Kyle Steel: And your winner...KAZ MAAAAZZZZY!
Zach Davis: He did it!
Freddy Whoa: What an impressive debut match for Kaz!
Wilmer has already run from the announcer and has joined Sophia and Kaz in celebration in the ring as Deuce rolls out of it.
Freddy Whoa: Another day, Deuce.
Zach Davis: Another day, indeed. Tonight is Kaz's night.
The three continue to celebrate as the scene fades out.
We come back from commercial with a shot of the Kentucky state troopers still standing guard outside of the arena. The front doors open and out walks Seth Lerch, a look of concern on his face.
Officer #1: Something troubling you Mr. Lerch?
Seth Lerch: You're damn right something is troubling me. Where the hell is Price? He should have tried getting in by now.
Officer #2: You ever stop to think that maybe he smartened up and decided to stay at home?
Seth Lerch: Last time I checked hell still hadn't frozen over, so I'm going to say no.
Officer #3: Look, we've got families that we'd like to get back to.
Seth Lerch: I'm telling you, he's going to-
Seth is cut off as a large bus pulls up in front of the arena. The door swings open and out walks a man in a bus driver's uniform carrying a clipboard.
Bus Driver: Evening folks! We're a bit late, but I've got a bus full of ticket holders that can't wait to get inside.
The driver steps aside as little old women, one after the other, file out of the bus and head for the doors.
Seth Lerch: Hold on! What is this?
The driver looks down at his clipboard.
Bus Driver: The Boca Raton chapter of the WCF Fan Club. Apparently tonight is their yearly road trip to see one of your shows.
Seth Lerch: Sure it is. Check them!
The officers stop the ladies before they can pass and begin checking ID's. Seth starts to walk down the line looking the ladies up and down.
Seth Lerch: Come on Price, I know you're here somewhere. Just give yourself up already.
Officer #1: WE GOT HIM!
There's a bit of a commotion as the troopers dive onto the little old woman at the front of the line. They wrestle and pin her to the ground before spraying her in the eyes with pepper spray. The woman begins to scream as another officer reaches for his taser.
Seth Lerch: THAT'S RIGHT! GET HIM! TASE THAT SON OF A BITCH IN HIS- NANA? NANA!
Seth runs and dives on top of the old woman, clutching her as she screams in pain.
Seth Lerch: YOU TASED MY NANA!
Officer #1: What?!
Seth Lerch: This isn't Jayson Price you idiots! It's my grandmother!
Officer #2: ...
Officer #4: ...
Seth Lerch: What the hell is wrong with you people?
Officer #1: Well to be fair, she does look rather manly. Just look at that mustache. And her hands are-
Seth Lerch: SHUT UP AND CALL AN AMBULANCE!
One of the officers grabs for his radio and begins screaming for an ambulance. As all attention is on Seth's screaming and twitching grandmother, the camera catches glimpse of Jayson Price peeking out over one of the bushes near the steps.
Jayson Price: Well this makes my plan unnecessary.
Price ducks out around the bush and heads for the front doors. He starts to pull open the door when Seth notices him.
Seth Lerch: THERE HE IS!
Seth lets his grandmother drop to the ground and points at Price. The troopers rush Price and tackle him to the ground.
Jayson Price: GOD DAMN IT LERCH! LET ME IN!
Seth Lerch: Get that son of a bitch out of here!
The troopers pull a struggling Price away from the doors as Seth waves goodbye to him. We go to commercial as Seth turns and heads for the doors, everyone forgetting that there's a twitching old woman with mace in her eyes lying on the ground.
Scene opens backstage. Jonny Fly is standing with Tyler Walker. Fly has his hand on Walker's massive shoulder.
Jonny Fly: You got this, Tyler. Take everything you've learned from watching me, everything you learned wrecking house in that battle royal last week, and focus it all on Bryan Worthy tonight. You're going to win your first WCF gold tonight.
Tyler Walker: I think I already won the TV title
Jonny Fly: No, no, I don't think you have.
Tyler Walker: Well I definitely beat that fag reporter at least one time.
Jonny Fly: No, I'm afraid you've never done that either. But look, tonight is the night. You GOT this.
Tyler Walker: I'll show him why I'm the beast and if he dies he dies
Jonny Fly: Right. That's good. Alright, let's go.
Fly and Walker head to the ring. From around a corner, we see Biohazard, who was apparently listening to the whole conversation. A single tear runs down his cheek.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF TELEVISION TITLE!
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Jonny Fly steps out first, holding the curtain for Tyler Walker. He emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's 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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... being accompanied to the ring by Jonny Fly... from Santa Monica, California and weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds.... HE IS A SPACE WEARWOLF... THE BEAST TYLER WALKER!
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. Fly takes a seat at commentary.
Freddy Whoa: Let's welcome one-half of the WCF Tag Team champions Jonny Fly to commentary once again. What's up, Fly?
Jonny Fly: Not much, Freddy. Looking forward to watching Tyler dominate this match, much like he did the battle royal last week.
Zach Davis: Hold on. The competition in that battle royal weren't exactly... you know, good. Bryan Worthy just won the Television title from John Gable who was the longest reigning TV champ in history.
Jonny Fly: I don't see your point. Look at Tyler. He's a freak of nature. All he's needed is the proper guidance, and now he has it. I would consider him unstoppable at this point. Television champion tonight-- we could be looking at the 2014 War winner, gentlemen.
Freddy Whoa: Ain't you gonna be in War this year, too?
Jonny Fly: I stand corrected. We could be looking at the War runner-up. Maybe I'll let Tyler break the record for eliminations, killing the shit out of everybody while I eat chicken at ringside.
"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 does the Kurt Angle arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... from Apache Junction, Arizona... weighing in at two hundred and thirty-six pounds... he is the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION... BRYAN "BUZZ" WORTHY!
Zach Davis: As we mentioned a moment ago, Buzz Worthy was the man to finally unseat John Gable as Television... er, Cinema Champion.
Jonny Fly: He's good. I like the guy a lot. But Tyler is a man on a mission and he's not leaving without that Television title.
Freddy Whoa: This should be good.
The ref takes the Cinema belt from Worthy and hands it off before calling for the bell.
DING DING DING
Worthy skips around Walker for a few moments before throwing a jab. Walker responds with a right hand but Buzz ducks it and catches Walker with a kick to the gut, followed by a forearm smash. Walker shoves Buzz off and nods at him, smiling and checking his lip for blood.
Jonny Fly: Buzz isn't doing anything except making the Beast angry.
Walker throws another right hand, Buzz dodges. The two men lock up... Walker overpowers Buzz and wrenches his arm. Buzz tries to maneuver out but Walker twists the arm into a hammerlock. Buzz elbows Walker in the face and breaks free, only for Walker to blast him with a shoulder block. Worthy is knocked off his feet and Walker hits a falling headbutt drop.
Freddy Whoa: Walker's looking better than ever. I gotta hand it to you, Fly.
Jonny Fly: That's what I do. Listen to you, Freddy-- you're announcing better than ever. My presence alone challenges people to peform at their best.
Walker pulls up Worthy and throws him into the corner. He hits him with a series of knee lifts before grabbing him by the throat with both hands, and throwing him across the ring.
Zach Davis: OOF!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Jonny Fly: That's what I'm talking about.
Worthy slowly gets to his feet. Walker lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry--
Jonny Fly: Going for the Crunch maybe?
But Worthy slips out, and hits a float-over DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Great counter by the Television champion!
Walker rolls to his feet and Buzz hits him with a back kick. Buzz with a couple of right hands before hitting Walker with a forearm smash and then a jumping calf kick. Walker is reeling, Buzz grabs his arm and hits a double-knee armbreaker.
Zach Davis: Worthy is finally gaining some ground here.
Jonny Fly: Tyler's just resting.
Walker holds his arm on the mat. Worthy drops an elbow... followed by another, and another. He pulls Walker up and whips him into the corner-- and Worthy charges with a corner clothesline. Walker stumbles out of the corner and Worthy catches him with a swinging neckbreaker! Worthy with the cover.
Jonny Fly: HA, kickout before two.
Zach Davis: Buzz Worthy has looked better than ever, hasn't he guys?
Freddy Whoa: No doubt about it.
Buzz throws a right hand at Walker but Walker catches his fist! He begins to squeeze the fist, as Worthy yells out in pain.
Jonny Fly: Who else can do that? Who else currently in WCF has that type of strength?
Freddy Whoa: Uh--
Jonny Fly: Nobody. That's who.
Walker grabs Buzz's other arm and whips him to the ropes-- he hits him with a baseball bat swing double axehandle to the face on the return!
Jonny Fly: BATTER UP!
Freddy Whoa: I think that one could have been a home run.
Walker drops down, pinning Worthy.
Zach Davis: Worthy kicks out at two!
Worthy looks disoriented. Walker pulls him up and puts him in a standing headscissors. He lifts him up like a powerbomb, and begins spinning around, hitting a spinning release powerbomb.
Jonny Fly: So. Much. Power.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, that ain't the type of move you see every day, that's for sure-- what's this?
The jumbotron lights up... and we see John Gable's face.
John Gable: Ahem.
Walker is about to pull Worthy up, but they both turn to look at the screen.
Jonny Fly: Oh, what the hell is this?
John Gable: Hello, Buzz. Looks like you might be in a bit of trouble there.
Worthy says nothing, still being held by Walker.
Jonny Fly: What does this have to do with anything? He's interrupting a championship bout!
Zach Davis: Well, he does have a match against Buzz Worthy. I'm sure he wants to fight him for the Cinema Championship... and win it back.
John Gable: I'll tell you who else is in a bit of trouble.
The camera widens and we see biohazard, bound and gagged. The crowd gasps. Gable picks up a chair and cracks him over the head with it, and then slams it over his back. He turns towards the camera again.
John Gable: That's right, Walker-- I've got your little boyfriend back here. What are you gonna do about it?
Jonny Fly: OH NO.
Walker looks at Worthy, and then back at the jumbotron... and then at Fly. Fly has left the announcer booth and stands at ringside, trying to convince Walker to stay in the ring.
Zach Davis: This is quite the unexpected turn of events.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah. Whoa.
The jumbotron shows Gable beating on the defenseless biohazard... until finally Walker drops Worthy and runs out of the ring, heading up the ramp. Fly yells after him, trying to get him to return. The ref begins a ten count.
1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5..
Fly runs backstage, presumably to find Walker. Buzz Worthy stands in the ring, breathing heavily, watching the ramp.
6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. TEN
DING DING DING
"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays over the PA.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner by countout, and STILL WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION... BRYAN "BUZZ" WORTHY!
The ref hands Worthy the TV title belt and he celebrates in the ring, although he looks a bit frustrated with the outcome.
Zach Davis: What the hell was that all about?
Freddy Whoa: John Gable led Walker away from the match-- away from the Television title. That's what it's about, if you ask me. Gable wants Buzz and he wants the Cinema title.
Zach Davis: What does this mean for Walker and Fly, though? Fly didn't look too happy when Tyler went chasing after biohazard.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe Walker feels guilty for ditching biohazard?
Cut to commercial.
The irregular rhythmic drumming of Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" blares in time with strobe flashing from the tron. As the the guitar and vocals kick in Hyena stalks onto the ramp, glaring at everything and nothing.
He purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring, He rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer."
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 bell to ring.
"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 wears the black leather duster that was "gifted" to him.
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 reaches ringside, he hesitates momentarily. Livewire closes his eyes, centers himself, and slides headfirst into the ring. With grim determinated he marches to the center of the ring. He stands look around listening to the fervent crowd.
As Gray shoots is arms into the air as quickly as he can, giant flap from under the "Grayson Pierce" patch on his back shoots out in the same direction as his arms - straight up. The flap unfurls in cascading material outward as the lights go out.
Total darkness but a sudden, blinding flash of white light.
When eyes and camera re-adjust, millions of motes of every color sparkles and ever-so-slowly drifts downward giving the distinct impression that huge glittering angle wings have sprouted from Livewire's back.
The lights come back on. Pierce stands in the dead center of the ring a little dazed. His black leather duster have transformed into a sheer, silken white robe with every colored rhinestone winking at the light in all directions. On the back reads in a fancy script, "Livewire", and is etched in gold. It centers Grayson's upper-shoulder between two burn marks which resemble wings that have been burned off the robe.
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.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: The bell sounds, here we go!
Cormack MacNeill starts it off by running at Hyena and taking him down with a Clothesline. MacNeill gets on top of him and begins punching him as Livewire and Richards begin brawling next. Richards ducks a strike and lifts Livewire up.
Freddy Whoa: Death Valley Driver time!
No!, Livewire escapes it and slides behind Richards. Richards turns and gets hit with a Standing Dropkick from Livewire. Pierce then locks in a Figure Four Leglock.
Zach Davis: Submission applied!
Richards yells out in pain but only for a moment. Cormack gets off Hyena and breaks up the submission hold. He lifts Livewire up and executes a Vertical Suplex.
Freddy Whoa: The winner of this match will move onto War to face Chelsea Black Armstrong for the People's Championship. That may be a blessing or a curse, however, as they'll also compete in the War match and could end up more exhausted by the time they get there.
Cormack floats over and goes for the pin.
No!, Hyena breaks it up. Hyena lifts Cormack up and takes him right back down with a Sidewalk Slam. Hyena goes for a pin as well!
No!, Richards breaks it up. Richards lifts Hyena to his feet now and executes an STO! He then turns to Livewire. Livewire grapples him, but Richards is able to switch behind him and execute a German Suplex.
Zach Davis: Huge German - wait! Livewire lands on his feet!
Indeed, Livewire flips through and lands on his feet behind the Archduke of Mass Confusion. Livewire drops him with a Reverse DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Great reversal there, great athleticism by Grayson Pierce.
Livewire gets to his feet and turns.. only to be met with a Spear from Hyena! The crowd pops as Hyena pins Livewire.
No!, Livewire kicks out.
Zach Davis: We've seen some great battles between Livewire and Hyena before! They know each other well.
Richards is up and Hyena runs at him and hits a Superman Punch!
Freddy Whoa: Hyena is on fire!
But that fire is stopped when Cormack MacNeill runs at him and drops him with a Knee Lift. Hyena quickly gets back to his feet and Cormack hits him with several boxing style punches before whipping him to the ropes. Hyena comes back and Cormack executes a Powerslam straight into the pin!
NO!, Hyena kicks out!
Zach Davis: None of these men are worried about the fatigue factor of wrestling two matches at War, clearly. They want the chance to face Chelsea Armstrong.
Freddy Whoa: She's now the longest reigning Champion in WCF right now, so there is definitely plenty of prestiege in defeating her.
Cormack gets up and he's met with a kick by Alex Richards. Richards whips Cormack into the ropes - but no!, Cormack reverses it, sending Richards into the ropes instead. As Richards is coming back Cormack hits his uge patented Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: THE STONE OF KINGS! CORMACK HITS IT!
Cormack drops and pins Richards, hooking the leg!
NO!, both Livewire and Hyena jump onto him, breaking it up!
Freddy Whoa: Cormack MacNeill almost had it there!
Forging a temporary alliance, Livewire and Hyena lift Cormack up and execute a Double Suplex. Cormack rolls out of the ring. That alliance is quickly broken as Hyena grabs Livewire from behind and executes an Atomic Drop. Holding himself in pain, Livewire doesn't go down. Hyena grabs his head and jumps onto the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Here it comes... TORNADO DDT!
Hyena hits it! He rolls onto Livewire and goes for the pin.
NO!, Livewire kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE!
Hyena gets up as Richards is ready to go on the attack. Hyena runs at him.
Zach Davis: CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!
No!, Richards ducks it. Hyena turns and Richards hits a Lariat, sending Hyena flying out of the ring and onto Cormack MacNeill on the outside. Livewire gets to his feet, groggily, and Richards is able to grab him..
Freddy Whoa: FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!
Richards hits it! He drops and pins Livewire.
Zach Davis: Alexander Richards wins it!
Richards' music hits as he gets to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: We've got Alex Richards versus Chelsea Armstrong at War!
Zach Davis: That is sure to be interesting, Freddy.
“Mysterious Pantheon Theme” hits the PA system. Daniel Booker makes his way out onto the stage and heads down the ramp towards the ring. A “ Pantheon” chant breaks out in various pockets of the crowd. He slides into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle as the fans pop for the newest Pantheon member.
Freddy Whoa: See, Pantheons not dead. They live and breath, they be doin what they do. Daniel Booker is just what they need to get back into that title mix and his win over Zombie McMorris will do just that.
Zach Davis: Well all members from both Pantheon and Vapor Kings have been on a roll. Tonight just sets the pace for WAR and Slam! 300.What team is going to come out on top going into our huge fall events?
“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” Hits the PA system as Buddy Roman comes out onto the stage with mic in hand.
Buddy Roman: Hello, hello. Hello to all of you out there in TV land, listening into this broadcast. Pardon me, you've been interrupted. You've been interrupted- this charade of a farce has been interrupted. This Pantheon revival has been interrupted and your career, Daniel Booker has been interrupted. You see, you've picked the dying horse and now you have to lay with it. Dead, rotting in a ditch. Hit. The. Music.
Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Booker jumps right on ZMAC, no room to move or breath and just attacks with fists to faces. Booker's transitions into hard stomps that seem to cave in the chest of ZMAC.
Freddy Whoa: Booker taking it to ZMAC, trying to out brawl the brawler.
Booker picks up ZMAC and whips him into the ropes and hits a huge back body drop that sends ZMAC to the outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: And Daniel Booker bringing the pain, huge back body drop.
ZMAC gets to his feet as Buddy Roman gets on the apron and starts arguing with the ref. Daniel Booker walks over to him and grabs Buddy by the collar but ZMAC slides into the ring from behind, grabs Booker by the waist and rolls him up.
Freddy Whoa: Booker kicks out.
Booker gets to his feet and get the attack off first.
Zach Davis: Kick to the gut, Booker going for the NSAssassination.
Freddy Whoa: Blocked by ZMAC!
ZMAC shoves Booker away. Booker comes back..
/KICK WHAM STUNNER!
Zach Davis: ZMAC out of no where with that jaw jacking stunner! He picks up the win.
ZMAC rolls out of the ring and heads back up into the crowd as Buddy Roman applauds his efforts. In the ring Daniel Booker doesnt look to happy that he fell into a trap laid by The Honey Badger.
Backstage, Tyler Walker is roaming the halls. He opens several doors... until he finds the room he's looking for. He walks inside and sees biohazard, still tied up and groaning from the beating by John Gable.
Tyler Walker: Where is he? Where's John Gable
Walker looks around
Tyler Walker: You killed him
biohazard: no idiot he left
Tyler Walker: Bro why have you been treating me like this lately. I was in an important match thats why I could not save you. my Powers are weak or else I would have known before it happened
biohazard: get away from me. go hang around with johnny fly like you always do these days
Tyler Walker: Dont give me that crap b-haz!! you know it's the right thing to do for my career. If you really cared about me you would support me and be happy
biohazard: oh ya I'm so happy whoop de doo
Tyler Walker: Why are you being like this!!
Just then, Jonny Fly steps into the room.
Jonny Fly: Everything alright, Tyler?
Tyler Walker: Ya were cool.
Tyler and biohazard look at each other for a minute. Tyler unties biohazard and then he leaves with Fly. The end
Zach Davis: Our next match will be underway, in a moment.
Freddy Whoa: We have Hank Brown backstage.
Zach Davis: Take it away, Hank.
Hank Brown: Thank you Zach and Freddy. Right now, at this moment.... WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY?!?
Horde of Vixens: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
A horde of Vixens come charging towards Hank Brown, who was caught off guard. Hank screams out, as he collapses under all of the Vixens.
Hank Brown: NO!! DAMN IT TO HELL!!
The group of Vixens pile on Hank Brown. Cameraview changes back to the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
The cameraview changes once again as The Vixens proceed to rip clothes off Hank Brown. A clapping, smiling Oblivion slowly walks up into cameraveiw. The Rupp Arena erupts in a mixture of partial cheers and mostly boos. The Monster has a mic in hand. IT kneels down and speaks towards Hank Brown.
Oblivion: No need to resist. Just along my girls to take your clothes. If you fight back, you will be dealt with accordingly.
The Monster looks at the camera.
Oblivion: Jay Omega, here in just a few minutes, we will go into battle. Time to rip you apart....
Hank Brown: HEEEEEEEEELP!! HELP ME!!
The camera pans towards the yelps done by Hank Brown. All you can see is a arm sticking straight up in the middle of the horde of The Vixens.
Oblivion: The clock is ticking Omega. Can you here that?!
Loyal Oblivion fans chant out....
Loyal Oblivion fans: MONSTER!! MONSTER!! MONSTER!! MONSTER!!
Oblivion: No, not the screaming Meatsacks. Your momentum swinging in the direction of The Monster Oblivion. Do not expect a cakewalk tonight. You already mentioned that you know that you are stepping up to a fight!! It goes beyond a fight. You will experience pain, that you have not experienced before. Do you think you are tough enough to experience REAL pain. You claim you will NEVER tap out. Maybe tonight, we will put that to the test. You will either tap out or pass out!! Either way, you will either get pinned or submit. You will not walk out of Rupp Arena with a victory. Tonight, you will just be lucky if you WALK out of the ring. And with that you can just.... YOU KNOW!!
Out of nowhere a Vixen charges, while screaming towards the camera....
A Vixen/ The crowd: BITCHEEEEEEEEEEES!!
Freddy Whoa looks wide eyed towards the camera....
Freddy Whoa: Whoooooooooooooaaaa.
Zach Davis: Yea, exactly!!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The crowd cheers and boos. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Rupp Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering, while the rest of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then The Rupp Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, 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 Monster looks prepared for this match!!
Freddy Whoa: VERY PREPARED!!
Oblivion grabs a hold of the top ring rope and shakes the rope vigorously.
Zach Davis: Now, all we need is the United States Champion.
The lights dim again as "Blood Bound" by Hammerfall begins to play over the speakers. After a few moments a spotlight centers on the entryway, and The Omega Man, Jay Omega hops out from behind the curtain on a pogo stick. He bounces out to the top of the ramp and gets a little extra momentum, then springs into the air with a backflip just as the song reaches a lull. Omega lands on his feet and uses his bodyweight to compress the spring and send the pogo stick shooting up into the air on its own, along with a wall of green pyro as the music kicks back in.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Sativa City in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia. Weighing in at two hundred twenty-six pounds, he is the United States Champion... The Omega Man, JAAAY OOOMEEEGAAA!!
The Omega Man pounds his fist against his chest twice then raises the arm as he makes his way down the ramp. He keeps the arm raised the entire time as he zips back and forth across the ramp to slap hands, and one face accidentally. Omega tries to be sneaky as he walks by the announcer's booth and slaps Whoa's hand, obviously slipping him money.
Zach Davis: HEY!
Freddy Whoa: You saw nothing.
Omega rolls under the bottom rope and removes the title belt from around his waist, then holds it in both hands as he starts doing bodybuilder poses in the middle of the ring. The ref takes the belt from him, and The Omega Man gives himself a high-five before the bell rings.
(DING DING DING!)
Oblivion roars out and then charges towards Jay Omega.
Zach Davis: Oblivion misses with a clothesline attempt.
Jay Omega vwery quickly charges towards the ring ropes and walks up the ropes, twists around 360 degrees...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE HEEL KICK TO THE FACE OF OBLIVION!!
The Monster drops to one knee and looks slightly confused, as IT's eyes cross. Oblivion shakes IT's head.
Zach Davis: The United States Champion is charging towards Oblivion....
The crowd: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! High knee to the jaw of The Monster.
Oblivion collapses down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega is going for a pin attempt!!
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser slides into position...
The crowd: ON-..... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion kicks out.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega charges towards the ropes.
Omega bounces off the ropes as Oblivion begins to slowly stand up...
The crowd: DAMN!!
Zach Davis: The Monster nails a charging Jay Omega with a thunderous clothesline!!
Jay Omega lands hard onto the mat. Oblivion reaches down to grab for Omega.
Freddy Whoa: The United States Champion strikes The Monster with a kick to the head.
Omega stands up very quickly and bolts towards the ropes. Omega bounces off the ropes, as Oblivion charges towards Omega.
Zach Davis: Rolling wheel kick!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Oblivion is on the mat.
Omega charges towards the corner and leaps up to the top turnbuckle. Oblivion stands up.
Zach Davis: With split second movement, Jay Omega flies off the top turnbuckle!!
The US Champion flies off the top turnbuckle, towards The Monster. When it looks as if Jay Omega was about to fly over Oblivion, Omega grabs the head of The Monster....
Freddy Whoa: A flying ddt!!
Oblivion's skull collides with the mat. The crowd cheers. Omega charges towards a corenr and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and puts his arms up for the crowd.
The crowd: OMEGA!! OMEGA!! OMEGA!!
Oblivion stands up and heads over to the corner where Jay Omega is perched.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega is in big trouble!!
Oblivion charges at Jay Omega.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega just kicked the skull of Oblivion.
That kick spins Oblivion. Omega leaps off the top turnbuckle....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! DIVING BULLDOG!!
Oblivion slams face first down onto the mat. Omega does what he does best, he bolts over to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. The crowd freaks out.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion just sat up. That completely shocks Jay Omega!!
As Omega tries to adjust his footing, he flies off the top rope...
Zach Davis: OBLIVION JUST CAUGHT A FLYING JAY OMEGA.
Oblivion smiles as IT looks around before....
Freddy Whoa/The crowd: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: The Monster just threw Jay Omega over IT's own head and behind him. The WCF United States Champion falls hard down onto the mat!!
Oblivion gets close to Omega....
Jay Omega nails Oblivion with a kneeling sidekick.
Oblivion trusts down both of IT's blood stained heavy mitts down on both side of IT's opponent's neck. Jay Omega collapses down onto the mat.
Oblivion throws massive fists down onto a laying Jay Omega.
Oblivion grabs a hold of the top rope and proceeds to stomp down onto IT's opponent.
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Jay Omega and whips him into the corner!!
Freddy Whoa: The US Champion collides hard into the corner.
There was enough momentum of Omega colliding with the turnbuckle, that he bounces out and Oblivion grabs a hold of him again and whips him towards another corner. Omega flies towards the corner, but stops. Oblivion continues to charge at Jay Omega....
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!!
Oblivion stumbles back and falls down to one knee. Omega charges at The Monster, but flies past Oblivion and lands on the ropes, bouncing off with his feet....
Freddy Whoa: Enzuigiri!!! Great kick by Jay Omega!!
Zach Davis: It was an okay kick.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! THAT WAS A SUPERB KICK!! Knocking the Monster down to the mat.
Jay Omega runs to a nearby corner and jumps up to the top turnbuckle and quickly leaps off the top turnbuckle, but not knowing that Oblivion wa already standing.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega doesn't know that Oblivion is standing!!
The look on Jay Omega's face is priceless, as descend down towards The Monster's waiting arms....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
The crowd: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion moved out of the way, as the US Champion falls from the top turnbuckle, has collided with Senior referee Stanley Moser.
Zach Davis: MOSER DOWN!! MOSER.... IS DOWN!!
Stanley Moser is NOT moving at all!! Jay Omega and Oblivion look at one another and they both slide out of the ring, at opposite sides, of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Both Jay Omega and Oblivion have hardcore roots.
Zach Davis: Oblivion IS a 8 time WCF Hardcore Champion!!
Both Oblivion and Jay Omega look under the ring. The majority of The Rupp Arena are on their feet. Getting excited.
The crowd: WCF!! WCF!! WCF!! WCF!!
Freddy Whoa: With no referee, there is going to be complete chaos!!
Zach Davis: OBLIVION has a barbed wire baseball bat!!
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega has a barbed wired steel chair!!
Both Omega and Oblivion swing and they both connect, slamming the ball bat with the chair. They both drop their weapons.
Zach Davis: Oblivion slams a boot against the mid-section of Jay Omega!!
Oblivion grabs Omega and tosses him into the ropes. Omega bounces off the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion swings and misses with an errant clothesline!!
Jay Omega runs pass Oblivion, picking up the barbed wired metal chair, in the process.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega has a chair!!
Omega jumps and leaps off the middle rope....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
The crowd: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: Jay Omega connects the metal chair against the skull of Oblivion!!
Omega whips Oblivion into the ropes...
Omega bounces off the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: NOOOOOOOOOO!! Oblivion connects the barbed wired bat against the skull of Jay Omega!!
The nearby cameraman pans his camera towards a motionless Stanley Moser. Pblivion kneels down to Jay Omega and digs the barbed wired bat into the forehead flesh.
Jay Omega: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! The Monster lives up to IT's name by yanking the barbed wired bat away from the flesh of Jay Omega's forehead!!
Omega starts to bleed. Oblivion grabs Omega by the back of his head and.....
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!!
Omega lands hard on the ringside ring mats rolling with momentum colliding with the base of the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: The Monster ceremoniously tosses Jay Omega over the top rope!! Why hasn't anyone send an extra referee out to the ring. Why no ref replacement?!
Zach Davis: WATCH OUT!! HERE COMES OBLIVION!!!
Oblivion grabs Omega....
...and smashes his head against the commentary table covering.
Oblivion smashes Jay Omega's head against the covering of the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega slams a back kick into the gut of Oblivion!!
Jay Omega positions himself between The Monster and the ring.
Zach Davis: The US Champion is using his speed against The Monster.
Oblivion charges at Omega...
The crowd cheers as Omega drop toe holds The Monster into the ring apron. As Oblivion moves slowly get up, Omega quickly removes the covering from the commentary table. Omega slowly removes the monitors...
Jay Omega: UUUUUUUUUUUGH!!
As Oblivion backs away from Jay Omega, the barbed wired chair is stuck onto the back of Jay Omega, who stumbles away and leans against one of the steel ring posts. The Monster sneers as IT points towards Jay Omega.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion charges at a leaning Jay Omega....
Jay Omega: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Zach Davis: Talk about guts!! Jay Omega rips the barbed wired chair off from his back....
Oblivion legs buckle.
Oblivion drops to one knee, but stands up wobbling around...
Freddy Whoa: The metal barbed wired chair is stuck to the mask of The Monster Oblivion!!!
The Monster drops to one knee, but Omega grabs Oblivion and thrusts IT into....
....the steel ring post.
Zach Davis: With the barbed wired chair stuck to the face of The Monster, Oblivion collided with the ring post.
Oblivion turns around as blood begins to trickle down IT's face.
Jay Omega yanks the chair off the face of Oblivion. The Monster notices it is bleeding. Oblivion roars out.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion has become The MONSTER WITHIN!!
Zach Davis: Jay Omega gets clobbered with a massive clothesline!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Both men are now bleeding and Stanley Moser is slowly moving around, beginning to stand up.
Oblivion grabs Omega and whips him into the direction of the steel steps....
Zach Davis: The Monster collides with the steel steps!!
Oblivion nails both knees against the steel steps. Oblivion places both hands on the top section of the ring steps, trying to catch IT's breath.
Freddy Whoa: WHAT'S JAY OMEGA DOING?!
Omega is standing on the top turnbuckle facing outward, of the ring. Stanley Moser begins to stand up.
Freddy Whoa: MOONSAULT!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Zach Davis: As the replay shows... as Oblivion braces ITself against the steel ring steps, Jay Omega flies off the top turnbuckle with a moonsault and collides with The Monster Oblivion.
Both men lay on the ringside mats, near the steel ring steps. Moser is now standing and sees both competitors laying ringside. Stanley Moser looks around and decides to do the only thing he CAN do, which means he begins the count.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: ONE!!
Both wrestlers still are motionless.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: TWO!!
Zach Davis: Neither Jay Omega and The Monste Oblivion are moving.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: THREE!!
Freddy Moser: No one is moving. This match could possibly end up with a count-out!!
Zach Davis: WELL YEAH!! Look what they did to each other, while Stanley Moser was unconscious!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: FOUR!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: FIVE!!
Freddy Whoa: The referee is up to five and finally both Oblivion and Jay Omega are stirring around. Barely moving and they are somewhat away from the ring apron.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: SIX!!
Both Jay Omega and Oblivion begin to move and they both notice the other one also moving.
Zach Davis: Both competitors are moving around and they notice each other!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: SEVEN!!
Freddy Whoa: The referee is up to seven!!
Oblivion and Jay Omega begin to move towards the ring. The crowd begins to make noise. Encouraging both Jay Omega AND Oblivion.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: EIGHT!!
Omega and Oblivion both are touching the ring apron.
Both competitor are trading punches with each other.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: NINE!!
Both wrestlers enter the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Both wrestlers exit the ring.
Zach Davis: But, Jay Omega reenters the ring!!
Omega smiles as he grabs the top ring rope and slides his feet through the top rope and middle rope connecting with Oblivion, who stumbles back, enough to make contact with the commentary table. As Oblivion slowly walks back towards the ring, Omega already flew towards the opposite end, of the ring, bounces of the ropes and charges towards the other end....
Jay Omega: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
The crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Omega flew over the top ring rope, without touching it and colliding with The Monster.
Zach Davis: It looks like Jay Omega is NOT finished!!
Omega flies toward the ropes, at the other end, of the ring. Omega flies towards the ropes and flies, once again, over the top ring rope.
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion catches Jay Omega!!
Oblivion, with Jay Omega in IT's massive arms proceeds to run...
Zach Davis: Oklahoma Stampede!!
Oblivion picks up Omega and smashes him into the ringpost, then.....
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOAAAA!! Zach?!
Zach Davis: What?
Freddy Whoa: ZACH?!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!
Freddy Whoa: WE BETTER MOVE!!
....The Monster runs with Jay Omega in IT's arms.
Zach Davis: A running powerslam.....
Zach Davis: The Monster just poweslammed Jay Omega through the announce table!!!
The multiple camera pans around the now shattered and splintered commentary table.
The crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Stanley Moser sees both men laying motionless on what was left of the commentary table.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: ONE!!
Zach Davis: OH.... MY GAAAAAAAAWDDD!!! I THINK BOTH COMPETITORS ARE DEAD!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: TWO!!
Zach Davis: Neither Jay Omega and The Monster Oblivion are moving.
The crowd: WCF!! WCF!! WCF!! WCF!! WCF!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: THREE!!
Freddy Moser: No one is moving!! I doubt if either wrestler will respond to anything!!
Zach Davis: They just collided with the commentary table. destroying it in the process!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: FOUR!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: FIVE!!
Freddy Whoa: The referee is up to five!! It looks like Jay Omega is slowly moving around.
The crowd cheers.
The crowd: OMEGA!! OMEGA!! OMEGA!! OMEGA!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: SIX!!
Oblivion also begins to move.
Zach Davis: Both competitors are on their knees and they see each other!!
WHAM-WHAM!! WHAM-WHAM!! WHAM-WHAM!! WHAM-WHAM!!
Both Jay Omega and Oblivion are punching one another as they are on their knees.
The crowd: OMEGA!! OBLIVION!! OMEGA!! OBLIVION!! OMEGA!!! OBLIVION!!
Stanley Moser/The crowd: SEVEN!!
Freddy Whoa: The referee is up to seven!!
Oblivion and Jay Omega begin to move towards the ring, while trying to prevent the other one to get near the ring. The crowd begins to make noise. Encouraging both Jay Omega AND Oblivion.
Some of the crowd: LET'S GO MONSTER!!
The rest of the crowd: LET'S GO OMEGA!!
Some of the crowd: LET'S GO MONSTER!!
The rest of the crowd: LET'S GO OMEGA!!
Both competitors are near the ring apron
Stanley Moser/The crowd: EIGHT!!
Omega and Oblivion both are touching the ring apron.
Both competitor are trading punches with each other.
Stanley Moser/The crowd: NINE!!
Oblivion slams Omega's head down on the ring apron. Some blood splatters away.
Zach Davis: Look at the blood trail left by both competitors.
Jay Omega enters the ring, as Oblivion enters the ring. Omega pushes a groggy Monster into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Oblivion bounces off the ropes....WHAT?!
Jay Omega with every ounce of strength grabs Oblivion, as IT bounces off the ropes ....
Freddy Whoa: SIDE SLAM!! Oblivion is not moving!!
Omega quickly runs to a corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is lowly standing up!!
Jay Omega flies off the top turnbuckle with a corkscrew moonsault. Cameraphones flashes The Rupp Arena.
Zach Davis: DRAGONRANA!!
Freddy Whoa: OVER THE TOP!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... The WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPION.... JAY OOOOOOOOOOOOMEEEEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAA!!!
Freddy Whoa: THAT WAS ONE HELL OF A MATCH!! ONE HELL OF A MATCH!!
Corey Black is in the men's washroom washing his hands when he is surprised by a female voice.
Chelsea Armstrong: You sure you have all the blood washed off there?
Corey Black: This is hardly the place for you. Besides aren't you about to be jobberkilled by Johnny Fly?
Chelsea Armstrong: Oh you mean you're little film director buddy, I wouldn't worry about him too much.
Corey goes to respond but a voice from behind him cuts him off.
Voice: Excuse me sir. Can I have your autograph?
Corey Black: You're going to have to do better than that Chelsea.
Corey spins and drops the man with a single right hand, before noticing it's a middle aged out of shape fan.
Chelsea Armstrong: I did.
The washroom stall door flings open and Alex Richards emerges having ripped the toilet paper dispenser off of the wall and drills Black in the face with it. Corey staggers and drops his title belts. Alex picks up the cruiserweight title.
Alex Richards: Last week you stole a title belt from me. Maybe I'll steal one from you. Nah, it'd be more fun to give it back anyways.
Alex drops the title belt then plants Black with a big boot to the skull. Corey falls to the ground as Alex positions his face on the title belt then viciously curb stomps him.. then does it again for good measure. Corey Black tries to fight to his feet swinging wildly at Alex who reaches back into the stall pulling out his doctor's bag. He grabs Corey from behind holding his arms as he smiles at Chelsea.
Alex Richards: You want some of this blue lady?
Chelsea Armstrong: With pleasure.
Chelsea smiles and kicks Corey directly in the groin.
Alex Richards: Now you're supposedly the king Corey. What's a king without a scepter?
Alex reaches into the bag and pulls out his scepter and drills Black in the temple with it then wraps it around the throat of Corey Black. Corey throws elbows into the midsection of Richards but is unable to break the grip. He appears to be fading as Chelsea lays a hand on Alex's shoulder.
Chelsea Armstrong: Wait Alex. He's not just a king. He's the king of all wrestlers. He deserves a throne. But a special throne. One he can lay down on.
At this moment Chase Michaels walks into the washroom pushing a stretcher. Alex drops the scepter and grabs his hand around Corey's throat executing his choke slam back to back into the stretcher knocking it over.
Alex Richards: What do you think they will do for the 300th show if we take out Corey Black.
Chelsea Armstrong: Only one way to find out isn't there?
Jay Omega walks into the room carrying a ladder and sets it up as Chase is positioning Black back on the stretcher.
Jay Omega: This seems like a really bad idea. I love it!
Alex climbs the ladder in the slow manner of most super heavyweights as Jay holds the ladder. Alex makes it to the top and dives, but Corey Black moves out of the way! Chase immediately grabs Corey but he is hit with a hard spinning back fist then Corey bulldogs him onto the hand dryer. Jay Omega picks up the ladder but Corey superkicks it into his face. Alex gets up and charges so Corey being the veteran he is uses Alex's momentum against him and t bone suplexes him right into the stall door. He then knocks Alex loopy, well loopier with a running knee strike knocking him down. He turns towards Chelsea and takes a few steps towards her but this allows Chase and Jay to use the ladder to clothesline down Corey Black. The two men stomp Black, as Alex gets up and joins in the fun as Chelsea looks on then nods towards the trio.
Chelsea Armstrong: I think it's time we crown him.
Chelsea sets the stretcher back up as Omega, Michaels, and Richards place Black on the ladder. They lift it up high in the air and execute a triple powerbomb on the ladder right through the stretcher destroying it and leaving Corey black in a world of hurt. The three men nod to each other and walk off leaving Chelsea alone with Black.
Chelsea Armstrong: You wanna help your little buddy set me up on rape charges?! You're all pathetic! I will make sure all of you pay for the trash Fly has spilling from his mouth!
Turning to walk away from him Corey begins to stir as Chelsea turns around letting her boot connect with his stomach as she does.
Chelsea: Guess what bitch, three down!
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as Buddy Roman steps out from behind the curtain, followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, before Orbit struts towards the ring, followed by Roman, ignoring the boos from the crowd. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and strategizes with Roman in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Zach Davis: We've got a battle of two former World Champions. Let's do it!
Both men pace around each other before tieing up.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb is a member of an elite club, Zach. War winners. We've already seen a former War winner defeated here tonight by someone who wants to make an impact - can Steve Orbit make the same statement that Brent Alpine made earlier tonight?
Zach Davis: I don't think Johnny Reb and Logan are comparable right now, Freddy, but I get your point.
Orbit gets the upper hand, putting Reb in a Headlock. The fans boo - until Reb shoves Orbit off. Orbit runs into the ropes, bounces, comes back, and Reb drops him with a Shoulderblock. Orbit hits the mat and Reb drops an elbow - no, Orbit rolls away. Both men are to their feet - Reb fires off a Dropkick, Orbit sidesteps it. Reb hits the mat and Orbit quickly drops a leg on him - no, Reb rolls away from that! Both men are to their feet again and Orbit throws Reb to the ropes. Reb hits them - Springboards! - and hits Orbit with a Springboard Dropkick! Orbit not only hits the mat but rolls out of the ring afterwards!
Freddy Whoa: What an exchange!
Zach Davis: The fans boo as Steve Orbit has decided to catch his bearings on the outside there.
Freddy Whoa: Orbit is the Hardcore Champion, ever since Ultimate Showdown. He's got Livewire lined up as an opponent - but if Reb could defeat him now, perhaps that'd put Reb on the list of contenders too.
Orbit briefly consults with Buddy Roman before sliding back into the ring. Orbit tells Reb to bring it. Reb runs at Orbit, who quickly drops down, pulling the top rope with him. Reb had too much momentum - he flies over the rope and to the outside!
Zach Davis: Orbit, tricking Reb there!
Reb hits hard and Orbit turns - he runs before launching himself over the top rope with a Plancha onto Reb!
Crowd: Holy shit!
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit laying it all on the line there!
Orbit gets up, yelling to the crowd that that's what's up! He picks Reb up and rolls him into the ring before sliding in himself and going for a pin.
No!, Reb kicks out. Orbit angrily gets to his feet and kicks at him before lifting him and kneeing him in the gut before backing up.
Zach Davis: Legdrop Bulldog!
No!, Reb raises his head in the knick of time and avoids it. Reb drops Orbit with a Facebreaker DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Executed perfectly!
Reb runs to the ropes, Springboards as Orbit is getting up, and drops him with a Bulldog! The crowd roars as Reb continues his flurry of offense by climbing to the top quickly, not taking time to check on Orbit before jumping off..
Zach Davis: MOONSAULT!
And he hits it!, into the pin!
NO!, Orbit kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Too early to defeat the former Champion!
Reb lifts Orbit up but Orbit drops him with a Jawbreaker. The Mack follows up with an Atomic Drop, which still doesn't drop Reb, and follows up that with a huge Belly to Belly Suplex!
Zach Davis: Oof! Big move by Orbit!
Orbit goes for the pin.
No!, another kickout!
Freddy Whoa: No one is going to go down in this match very easily.
Zach Davis: And if anyone knows about going down easy, it is Steve Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: Uh... what? I don't get what you're saying.
Zach Davis: Well, because he's a pimp, so he knows prostitutes.. and they go down easy.. oh nevermind, it was pretty weak, you got me.
Orbit kicks away at Reb a few more times before lifting him and executing a Snapmare. Orbit snaps off a vicious kick to Reb's spine before pulling him towards a turnbuckle. Orbit then jumps up and hits a Split Legged Moonsault!, into another pin.
No!, Reb kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: Lots of nearfalls thus far but nothing more than a two.
Zach Davis: Well obviously, otherwise the match would be over.
Orbit lifts Reb again and into a Vertical Suplex, yelling "BRAINBUSTER!," but Reb shifts his weight and lands behind Orbit. Reb rolls him up!
NO!, Orbit escapes it!
Freddy Whoa: That was a close one!
Both men are to their feet. Orbit runs at Reb and Reb executes an Arm Drag. Orbit gets back up and Reb hits a Snapmare... only to lock Steve Orbit into a Dragon Sleeper!
Zach Davis: SWEET WATER SLEEPER! LOCKED IN!
Orbit yells out and flails around, but he makes no indication he's going to tap out. He fights away, trying to reach towards the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: Orbit HAS to escape this. If he doesn't, this match is over.
Zach Davis: But can he?
In a brief second where the ref is looking directly at Orbit, asking if he wants to quit, Buddy Roman grabs Orbit's leg and pulls it under the rope. The ref turns and sees it, telling Reb he's got to break the hold.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on.
Zach Davis: Not cool, but it is exactly what we've come to expect from Buddy Roman.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit became the World Champion by being an amazing wrestler, NOT by taking the easy way out. He doesn't need this.
Zach Davis: But he's got to be thinking, if he was that good by doing the honorable thing all the time.. Steve Orbit that takes shortcuts? Must be unbeatable.
Reb breaks it and hits Orbit with a stiff kick to the head. He then climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: The fans are on their feet, they love to see Reb fly!
Zach Davis: He flies off.... SOUTHERN STAR!
NO! Orbit rolls out of the way! The fans boo as Reb hits the mat hard. Reb stumbles up, half due to momentum, and Orbit lifts him into the air in a Fireman's Carry..
Freddy Whoa: ORBIT DROPS HIM WITH A GUTBUSTER!
The fans boo as Orbit capitalizes on this momentum by lifting Reb to his feet and hooking him in the Half Nelson.
Zach Davis: He's got him positioned for the Honey Dip, and he's aimed right at the turnbuckle. Steve Orbit is looking to end this.
ORBIT HONEY DIPS REB RIGHT INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! The fans oooh as Orbit pulls it off. Reb clutches his head in pain as Orbit quickly climbs to the top.
Freddy Whoa: You know what's next!
Zach Davis: OAKLAND SPLASH!
NO!, REB ROLLS AWAY! Orbit lands on his back and Reb instantly grabs his legs and flips over him, resulting in a pinning predicament.
Freddy Whoa: JOHNNY REB WINS IT!
The crowd pops!, as Buddy Roman flips out.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it!
Reb gets to his feet, barely believing it himself.
Freddy Whoa: This has got to be the biggest win of Johnny Reb's return! The former War winner once again shows that he means business.
Zach Davis: Whether his sights are set on the Tag Team Championships, Oblivion, or War... Johnny Reb shows once again that he is a force to be reckoned with.
The lights flicker and shut completely off. The crowd goes nuts.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa bro, what's happening?
Zach Davis: I have no idea..
The lights come back on and TORTURE is standing in the middle of the ring. Steve Orbit turns around and runs his mouth before Torture clotheslines his damn head off.
Zach Davis: WAIT A MINUTE! WHAT THE HELL!?
The crowd is literally shaking the arena. Johnny Reb, sensing danger, runs at Torture, but Tort hits a T-Bone suplex.
Freddy Whoa: What is he doing!?
Zach Davis: Orbit is up now..
Orbit gets to his feet and eats a Tortures Device.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAAAA TORTS DEVICE ON ORBIT!! MY GOD!!!
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
Reb has stumbled up as well, but Torture turns him around and hits ANOTHER Torture's Device!
Freddy Whoa: MY GOD!
Zach Davis: TORTURE HAS LAID BOTH OF THEM OUT BUT FOR WHAT?! WHAT FOR? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?
Freddy Whoa: Torture and Steve Orbit had quite a bit of interaction several months ago during Orbit's World Title run, but nothing that would explain this.
Torture demands a microphone and gets it. The crowd is still popping. It's a huge mix of boos and cheers. Torture dressed to the nines in his black skinny jeans, and tight polo shirt.
Torture: So.. This is happening..
The crowd goes apeshit crazy still. Torture looks into the hard camera.
Torture: The blood is on Corey Black's hands. King of all Wrestlers? Kiddin' me?!
The crowd still pops. Boos, cheers, whatever. Torture yells out something to the ref who is at ringside who is afraid to get back into the ring. Torture demands something, and gets it, it's a steel chair. Crowd pops but Torture sets the chair up in the middle of the ring and sits down. Orbit is bent over in pain holding his neck, while Reb is laid out flat.
Torture: First of all Steve Orbit here is a funny one. I.. I'll just say it's funny. I think it's funny that I get blamed for all his short comings. Worst teammate I've ever had in my life. I hated every second of it, and let's be honest, you did too. As for Orbit, he probably loved it considering working with me in this ring would be the highest level he could ever reach, right Orbit? Right? Anyways, Orbit is feeling exactly what he will feel at WAR when he runs into me.. a brick wall.
Torture turns his attention to Johnny Reb who is laying out on the other side of the chair. The crowd still going crazy.
Torture: As for this piece of shit. Johnny, I need you to deliver a message to someone for me. There's message boards, and podcasts, and tv shows that alllll speculate about your friend wanting to get in the ring with me. Well it's never going to happen. You can tell Doc Henry about how you feel right this second. In fact, no, don't tell him how you feel right now, tell him how it felt when I ended that shitty little wrestling company you called home GCW. You can tell him how I crushed your dreams then, how I crushed your dreams when I took that piece of shit World Championship and tossed it in the trash right here on WCF television, and you can tell your best bud amigo Doc Henry how it felt that you never beat me and I never let you get even an inch-close to the WCF World Heavyweight Championship. Your dreams were crushed then, and they'll be crushed now, because that's what I do, I end dreams. I'm Torture, I'm the King of all Wrestlers, I'm the god damn walking, talking, breathing God of this shit and you will all witness live on WAR when my hand is raised, and the World Champion who doesn't even deserve his name coming out of my mouth will be shaking in fear when he realizes his fate is sealed at One.
Crowd pops as Torture stands to his feet and looks out at the crowd.
Zach Davis: This is.. what.. the hell is going on with Torture?!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, bro.. that's all I can say.. is whoa.
Torture: And Johnny Fly...
Crowd pops for Fly..
Torture: HELLLLLLLLLLL.. NOOOOOOOOO.
Torture drops the microphone just as more refs, security guards and officials walk down the ramp. Torture rolls out of the ring and jumps over the guard rail into the crowd. A huge TOR-TURE TOR-TURE TOR-TURE chant breaks out. Torture walks up through the crowd that is swarming to him as he leaves the Arena.
We cut backstage to find Jay Omega standing behind a small table with a briefcase resting on it. Omega smiles widely as he pops open the briefcase to reveal a manila envelope which he takes, then pulls a sheaf of papers from inside.
Jay Omega: Thank you for coming. I hope that we can reach an agreement that is favourable to all parties involved.
The camera pulls back a bit to bring Natural ICE Beckman into view, standing on the other side of the table, facing Omega.
ICE Beckman: Fucking whatever. Why the fuck is he here?
The shot pans over a little, to reveal Johnny Reb just off to Beckman's side, also facing Jay.
Jay Omega: Because you can't have an auction with only one participant, otherwise it's just negotiating. And I do so enjoy fostering that competitive spirit that sleeps within all of us. Also, because he has a time machine.
Johnny Reb: All right, then why the hell is he here?
Reb points behind Omega, and the camera pulls back even further, to show the Archduke of Mass Confusion, Alex Richards standing behind Omega with large arms crossed over his chest.
Jay Omega: Firstly, for insurance. These papers aren't leaving my possession unless a deal is struck, and he's here to make sure that ONLY a deal is struck, and not me. Secondly, it turns out he's actually a damned good auctioneer.
Alex Richards: I've seen every episode of Storage Wars; I know what I'm doing.
Jay Omega: Johnny, ICE, I contacted you guys because you've both tasted Whoop Ass beer, and know just how good it is. I think it's safe to say that the champ here owes that win at Ultimate Showdown to the killer drunk that only Whoop Ass can provide. On top of this, you both have something I want, and I ain't just talkin' about money. Granted, this is a business transaction, so you will be bidding with money, but by all means feel free to sweeten your bids with, say, a Time Trip--
Omega indicates Johnny with one hand.
Jay Omega: Or a title shot.
Jay points at ICE.
Jay Omega: Bidding will start at, hmm, one hundred thousand. That might seem a little high, but you both know the quality we're talking about, and this is for sole ownership of the ingredients and brewing instructions for Whoop Ass beer. Whether you want to hoard it or distribute it is entirely up to you. Now, shall we?
Reb and Beckman both shrug, then nod, and Alex steps forward.
Alex Richards: All right, do I hear a hunnerd thou? Hunnerd-thou-hibbidy-jibbidy-here-do-I-hear-a-hunnerd?
Beckman raises a hand.
Alex Richards: I-got-a-hunnerd-hibbidy-jibbidy-do-I-hear-a-hunnerd-ten-hibbidy-jibbidy-hunnerd-ten-hibbidy-
Alex Richards: Hunnerd-ten-hunnerd-ten-hibbidy-jibbidy-do-I-hear-a-hunnerd-twenty-hibbidy-jibbidy-hunnerd-twenty-
Beckman raises his hand again.
Alex Richards: I-got-a-hunnerd-twenty-over-har-hibbidy-jibbidy-do-I-hear-hunnerd-thirty-hibbidy-jibbidy-hunnerd-thirty-no-I-got-hunnerd-twenty-hibbidy-
Johnny nods again, and the cameraman jumps as the door opens with a bang. The shot spins around as Grayson Pierce and Hyena come crashing into the room; Hyena having driven the Livewire through the door and to the floor with a spear.
Jay Omega: Dammit, Pierce! All I asked was that you not let him in here, and you couldn't do that? You just lost that five grand! One moment, gentlemen.
Jay walks around the table to confront Hyena, who pushes away from Pierce and dives toward Omega; tackling him back across the table. The loose sheaf of papers fly free of Jay's grasp, and scatter in the air. Hyena slams an elbow into the side of Omega's head, then jumps off to try gathering up the pages. ICE also attempts to gather the floating papers, while Richards grabs a handful of Hyena's hair and pulls him to his feet. Alex wraps both hands around Hyena's throat while the Manimal pounds on his forearms with his free hand; the other tightly clutching one page. Richards tosses Hyena back over the table, then picks up another sheet of paper as it settles on the table. Beckman manages to snag a page off the floor, while Johnny deftly plucks one from the air as it drifts by. Jay climbs to his feet holding a fifth paper in his left hand, while the final one settles on the floor by Grayson, who picks it up as he rises from one knee. Hyena pops back to his feet with a growl, but before anyone can make a move, the door slams open again as Seth Lerch staggers into the room. The WCF owner makes his way to the far corner and stands in front of a potted plant with his back to the camera. Which is great, because he starts pissing on the plant. Nobody moves for a few moments, unsure of what to do, which gives Seth enough time to finish and zip back up.
Jay Omega: What the fuck, man?
Lerch spins around, a drunkenly surprised expression on his face.
Seth Lerch: What the hell are you all doing in my bathroom?
Jay Omega: This is my dressing room!
Seth Lerch: Well good for you... you. What are you all doing, reading poetry like a bunch of nerds? Let me see that!
Seth takes the page from Omega and looks it over; his expression becoming confused. He takes the paper from Alex as well, and comprehension begins to dawn on him. The Livewire walks over and hands his page to the boss as well, and Seth's expression becomes a blend of understanding and curiosity. Lerch then collects the pages from ICE, Reb, and Hyena; the last a bit grudgingly.
Seth Lerch: Whose is this?
Jay Omega: Mine!
ICE Beckman: Mine!
Johnny Reb: Mine!
All four speak in unison, and Seth looks at each man for a moment, then gives a predatory smile.
Seth Lerch: I thought as much. Well, I guess I'll just hold on to these until we find out who the owner is, which we'll do next week, one way or another.
Lerch rolls the pages up and puts them in a pocket inside his jacket, then walks to the door with a slight wobble. Seth pauses with the door open, and looks back over his shoulder.
Seth Lerch: Good luck in your ladder match next week, guys.
Seth leaves the room, and the camera pans back over to show all six men looking at the door with stunned expressions. They all turn to look at each other with varying degrees of wariness, and the shot fades out.
Kyle Steel: This NON-TITLE match is scheduled for one fall!
Perfect Insanity by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting both cheers and boos from the crowd. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri she is The Sweet Nightmare... WCF People's Champion... Chelsea Armstrong!
She mumbles to herself almost as if talking to herself before she climbs the steps to the ring, taking one last look behind her at the seemingly empty black floor she crosses through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The music begins to fade as she jumps down and awaits the start of the match all the while still mumbling carelessly to herself. Just before the bell rings her eyes will flash their bright emerald color as a wicked smile comes over her ruby red lips.
Freddy Whoa: The UNDISPUTED greatest female wrestler in WCF history, Chelsea Armstrong.
Zach Davis: What about Sarah--
Freddy Whoa: Sarah Who?! Sarah Who, Zach? Shut the fuck up.
Zach Davis: Still, I don't know. I'm an Ana Valentine fan. And with this new Mech thing...
Freddy Whoa: Mech-Ana is awesome, no doubt. I'll give you that.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent, from New York City... weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds... one half of the WCF Tag Team champions... JONNY FLY!
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Look at the way this man makes an entrance. Everything about him screams dominance. His presence alone just changes the entire mood of this arena. Truly one of the greatest of all time.
Zach Davis: Can't argue with you. He'll face Steve Orbit at One, but before that... will he collide with Torture in a WCF ring?
Freddy Whoa: Tort made his return last week, only to lay out Fly. Fly responded by calling out Torture and he didn't hold nothing back. Fly wants to prove he's better than Torture, and the fans are calling it a dream match.
Zach Davis: Can't wait to see what unfolds there, but right now, it's Fly versus Armstrong!
DING DING DING
Fly steps out of the corner as Chelsea is already in a fighting stance. The two circle each other, and it's Chelsea who strikes first with a high kick, but Fly bats the leg away, dodging it. They continue to measure each other up-- Fly throws a right jab, which Chelsea ducks, but Fly catches her with a knee to the head. He grabs her by the head but she slips out, and this time she lands a high kick to Fly's back.
Freddy Whoa: Almost a foot in height difference here. It looks like Chelsea was aiming for Fly's head but her leg just isn't long enough.
Chelsea hits a spinning thrust kick to Fly's gut, and he doubles over. She throws a couple right hands at Fly's head before leaping for an enzuigiri, which catches Fly in the back of the skull.
Freddy Whoa: That's it. Bring him down to your level.
Fly drops to a knee. Chelsea charges with a running clothesline but Fly catches her and drops her over his knee in a backbreaker. Instead of letting go, he holds on to her, stands up and body slams her. Fly drops a leg across her throat and then pins Chelsea.
Zach Davis: Chelsea kicks out at one.
Fly pulls up Chelsea, but she elbows his gut. Another elbow and she breaks free from his grasp. Fly goes to grab her again but Chelsea takes him down with an armdrag. Chelsea rolls to her feet and dropkicks Fly as he gets back up. Again, Fly is quick to his feet. Chelsea hits the ropes and springboards off with a flying lariat, taking down Fly once again.
Freddy Whoa: Good luck keeping Jonny Fly down.
Zach Davis: The man is a freak of nature. He just keeps going. He takes every opponent to their limit, every single time-- and the list of those who have actually beat Fly is very short.
Freddy Whoa: Let's not count out Chelsea Armstrong, though. She's got all the tools to add her name to that list. She could do it right here tonight.
Chelsea mounts Fly and hammers him with punches. She puts her forearm across his throat and begins to choke him out, causing the ref to start a five count. She breaks the choke at four, and throws a couple more punches before standing up. She then puts her boot across his throat and begins a boot choke-- the ref counts again, and she breaks at four, again.
Zach Davis: She's going to get herself disqualified.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think so, Zach. She's smarter than that. She's bending the rules in her favor. Using the five count to do extra damage. She's doing what she gotta do.
Chelsea with a double knee drop to Fly's chest, and then she pins him.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly kicks out at two.
Fly holds his throat, still hurting from the chokes. Chelsea grabs him by the head and applies the Last Goodnight, with Fly in a sitting position! Fly struggles to break free but Chelsea won't let up.
Freddy Whoa: This is not looking good for Jonny Fly. Chelsea is wearing him down, and doing it wisely with that buffalo sleeper.
Zach Davis: Fly is fading!
The ref checks Fly, who's eyes are fluttering... after a few moments, his eyes close and he appears to be out cold.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Is that it? Did Chelsea Armstrong just knock out Jonny Fly?!
The ref grabs Fly's arm and lifts it... it drops.
Crowd: JON-NY FLY! JON-NY-FLY!
The ref grabs Fly's arm again and lifts it... it drops again.
Zach Davis: I don't believe it!
The ref lifts Fly's arm again... and Fly holds it up! Fly's eyes open and he begins breathing heavily, trying to get some oxygen flowing back to his brain.
Freddy Whoa: Fly is back! Fly is back! Whoa!
Chelsea can't believe what she is seeing. Fly is determined as he slowly climbs to his feet with Chelsea still on his back. Fly tries to elbow out of the sleeper, to no avail. He uses his free hand to grab the back of Chelsea's head, by the hair... and he drops to a seated position for a reverse jawbreaker!
Zach Davis: Fly has broken out of the Last Goodnight!
Freddy Whoa: Incredible. How does he do it?
Fly drops to the mat, exhausted after the burst of energy. Chelsea slowly gets up. She fixes her jaw before running and hitting a baseball slide to Fly's shoulder-- causing Fly to roll underneath the bottom rope to ringside. Chelsea throws her arms in the the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Love her or hate her, you've gotta applaud her for what she's done in this match thus far. She's not giving Fly an inch.
Chelsea climbs to the top turnbuckle. She watches as Fly slowly gets to his feet. She and Fly make eye contact, and she decides to climb down from the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Looks like she was thinking about going high risk, but then decided against it--
Chelsea grabs the top rope and slingshots herself on top of Fly!
Freddy Whoa: Or not! Chelsea with a kamikaze attack!
Fly tries his best to shield himself but they both go crashing into the guardrail. After a few moments, they both start to get up, and the ref starts a ten count.
Chelsea grabs Fly, and slams his head into the guardrail-- no, Fly blocks it! He slams Chelsea's head into the guardrail instead.
Fly whips Chelsea into the ring stairs!
Fly rolls into the ring, shaking out the cobwebs. Chelsea is on the outside, looking like she's in pain.
Zach Davis: Chelsea's gotta get back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think Fly would be mad at a countout at this point.
Chelsea grabs the ring apron and slides into the ring. Fly meets her and hits her with some clubbing blows to her back. Fly pulls her up and hits a swinging neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly has taken control of this match. Here's the cover.
Freddy Whoa: No! Chelsea kicks out at two.
Fly pulls Chelsea up and lifts her on his shoulder, and starts an airplane spin!
Freddy Whoa: Around... and around... and around!
Finally, Fly tosses her half-way across the ring. He looks a bit dizzy and takes a moment to regain his balance. Chelsea is barely moving on the mat, Fly drops down and covers her once again.
Freddy Whoa: Thr-- Chelsea with a shoulder up!
Zach Davis: That was a close call. Milliseconds.
Before Fly can roll off of Chelsea, she grabs him and applies a triangle choke!
Freddy Whoa: CHELSEA WITH THE DEATH GRIP!
Zach Davis: WHAT!
Chelsea puts on the pressure as Fly struggles and wiggles his body around, trying to escape. The ref checks Fly but he refuses to give up. After a few moments, Fly is able to get his knees underneath him.
Freddy Whoa: Not sure what Fly is thinking here-- Chelsea has the choke locked in, and locked in good.
Fly begins to get up, bringing Chelsea with him! And he drops her in something that resembles a sit-out powerbomb!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a counter!
Zach Davis: Chelsea is throwing everything she has at Fly. Everything she can think of.
Fly and Chelsea are both laid out, several feet apart. After several moments, neither of them move. The ref starts a ten count.
1... 2... 3...
Fly begins to stir. He gets to a knee.
4... 5... 6...
Chelsea is up, using the ropes for help...
Chelsea gets to her feet. Fly is also standing. The two circle each other.
Freddy Whoa: Chelsea and Fly are both spent. They're both looking weary.
They lock up. Fly puts Chelsea in a side headlock. Chelsea slips out and grabs Fly's arm, whipping him to the ropes. Fly leapfrogs Chelsea on the return, hits the opposite ropes... and comes back with a SPEAR!
Zach Davis: HUGE spear from Jonny Fly. Chelsea is down, and she could be out!
Freddy Whoa: That spear was devastating-- here's the cover by Fly.
Zach Davis: KICKOUT by Chelsea Armstrong.
Fly pulls Chelsea to her feet and whips her into the corner. He follows with a corner splash... as Chelsea stumbles out of the corner, Fly spins around and hits her with a European uppercut!
Freddy Whoa: DISCUS FLY!
Zach Davis: This is the beginning of the end.
Not wasting any time, Fly climbs the turnbuckles in the corner. Chelsea is laid out in the middle of the ring. Fly leaps off...
Freddy Whoa: FLY SWATTER!
Fly hooks Chelsea's leg for the pin
DING DING DING
"300 Violin Orchestra" hits the PA.
Zach Davis: Jonny Fly wins!
Freddy Whoa: Chelsea Armstrong put up a HELL of a fight, but in the end... another victory in the books for Jonny Fly.
Chelsea rolls out of the ring as Fly stands. The ref raises his arm.
Zach Davis: Are we looking at the first man to win War two years in a row?
Freddy Whoa: We could be. Jonny Fly is one person I wouldn't put any limitations on, Zach.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! It's time for the main event!
Zach Davis: This one heated up a little last week after their six man tag team match. Their was two other competitors in that match, but Joe seemed to be honed in on one...the World Champion ICE Beckman.
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."
Kyle Steel: ON HIS WAY TO THE RING...FROM STOCKTON, CALIFORNIA...HE IS “THE PEOPLE'S PASTOR”...STEEL TOE JOOOOOOE!!!
Joe walks slow and meticulously down the ramp, he jumps up and down like he is loosening up for his match. He steps up the ring steps and then climbs the turnbuckle closest to him. Joe points to the sky and then raises his arms in victory. Joe then jumps down and poses his massive muscles to the camera as he pulls on the ring rope, stretching for his match.
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 ...He is the WCF World Champion...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.
Zach Davis: I don't know who the bigger jerk is...
Freddy Whoa: Asshole or not, these guys are still two of the baddes' motherfucks to step foot into a WCF Ring. This one is going to be decisive, that's for sure!
The referee calls for the bell, and there is no love lost as the two men immediately lock horns. STJ plows through ICE with a buckling clothesline that knocks ICE back into his starting turnbuckle. ICE responds with a lariat of his own, knocking STJ back, showing STJ that he's not going to be knocked around.
Zach Davis: Both of them are probably drunk enough for this one to be considered a bar room brawl.
Freddy Whoa: Where's the Mojitos dawg?
ICE charges STJ and hits him with a nice dropkick, dropping STJ into the turnbuckle. ICE moves in and begins planting stomp after stomp into STJ's chest. STJ catches his foot and pushes him away, regaining some momentum in the match. STJ uses the ropes to climb to his feet as ICE charges again, but this time STJ hip tosses him over the top rope. ICE lands on the apron, like a boss, then kicks his leg through the middle and top rope and doubles STJ over. ICE leaps over the top rope and hit's STJ with an elbow drop, knocking STJ to the mat. ICE covers STJ and uses the ropes as leverage.
The referee sees ICE's feet on the ropes and stops the count. ICE acts like he doesn't know what the referee is talking about, but climbs to his feet anyways. He lifts STJ off the ground, who comes up with a european uppercut right to ICE's chin, knocking him back against the rope. STJ grabs ICE around the wrist and irish whips him to the opposite rope. As ICE comes bounding back, STJ lifts him up and flapjacks him to the mat. The ring shakes with force of the crash as STJ rolls to his feet. He runs against the ropes and comes back, crashing down hard on ICE with a leg drop. He quickly hooks his leg for the pin.
ICE's arm shoots up, breaking up the pinfall.
Zach Davis: It's almost like he was just playing with STJ.
Freddy Whoa: How drunk do you think ICE is? And where the hell is my Mojito at?
STJ punches the mat in frustration, but secedes and lifts ICE to his feet. He lifts ICE up, attempting his finishing move Strongholds...but ICE wiggles out of the suplex position and lands on his feet with a drunken grace not known to man. STJ whips around as ICE hits him with hard elbow to the face. STJ sees stars as ICE runs against the ropes, comes back, and pulls STJ to the ground with a bulldog. STJ's head crashes against the mat and he rolls over. ICE gets to his feet then moves towards the turnbuckle. He climbs it, slowly but steadily, but ends up at the top of the turnbuckle. He positions himself, then drops down hard on STJ with a falling headbutt. STJ shakes from the force of the move and ICE covers him for the pin.
STJ's shoulder flies off the mat.
Zach Davis: This one's still moving forward! It's going to take a lot more than that to put down Steel Toe Joe!
Freddy Whoa: They must be counting birds right now...
Both ICE and STJ look a little dazed still from the falling headbutt as the two climb slowly to their feet. ICE comes to first and moves toward STJ, who attempts to take ICE to the mat with a shoot. ICE catches STJ around the head, then sends a knee into STJ's face, knocking him back a little. ICE catches STJ around the stomach, then throws him over with a belly to belly suplex. They both crash to the mat again and stay down. ICE begins to slowly recuperate, but STJ has rolled all the way out of the ring. STJ uses the apron to climb to his feet. ICE shakes off his fogginess, then runs at the ropes, leaping all the way over the top and landing right on STJ...but STJ catches him, then runs ICE into the ring post and ICE crashes to the floor to a loud boo from the crowd.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Freddy Whoa: STJ just killed ICE Beckman with the ring pos...wait a minute, that psycho is already getting to his feet.
STJ turns around as ICE is climbing to his feet, using the very same ring post STJ threw him into. ICE is cringing in pain as he does so, but get to his feet he does. STJ looks at ICE in disbelief.
Zach Davis: Like a man possessed! I told you that Buddy Roman was the devil.
Freddy Whoa: The devil ain't real dawg! And even if he was, he ain't no heffalump lookin' ass nigga.
STJ charges ICE, who moves out of the way and sends STJ careening into the ring post himself. STJ bounds off of it and ICE rolls him into the ring. ICE climbs up the steps and climbs up the turnbuckle again. STJ tries to shake off that hit from the ring post, but it connected right with his forehead. ICE gets to the top of the turnbuckle and goes for a second falling headbutt...but STJ was anticipating it. As ICE comes down, STJ grabs him around the neck and hits him with a sick neckbreaker as the two hit the mat with a great velocity.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I'm not sure who that did more damage too!
Zach Davis: That was a risky maneuver from both of these guys...but who did it help?
Both men continue to lay on the mat, seemingly knocked out. The referee begins to count them both down for the KO.
Zach Davis: We could see a double KO here...
ICE begins to stir to a huge pop from the crowd.
STJ begins to move to another huge pop from the crowd, who are eating this match up.
ICE gets to his feet, ending the count.
STJ finally gets to his feet and charges a still kind of stunned ICE...but ICE moves! STJ hits the ropes and comes back towards ICE...and ICE slaps him in the Cocktailed Crossface, locking it in deep. ICE wrenches and STJ tries to move for the ropes. The referee is looking STJ in the eye, asking him if he can continue. STJ is almost at the ropes...but ICE wrenches even harder, bending STJ's head back further than any human head should be bent back. STJ reaches for the ropes...but he can't take it anymore and taps out! The match is over and “Feel Good Inc.” by the Gorillaz begins to play...but ICE won't let go of the hold.
Zach Davis: HEY COME ON! THE MATCH IS OVER BECKMAN!
Freddy Whoa: What a fuckin' asshole.
STJ is yelling by the time ICE finally let's go of the hold and STJ holds his neck in pain. The referee goes to raise ICE's hand but ICE yanks his hand away from the poor bastard, instead moving towards the ropes and asking for his World Championship. The ring hand hands it over to ICE, who holds it up as the entire crowd boos him.
Zach Davis: This isn't likely over between ICE and Steeltoe...
Freddy Whoa: Definitely...STJ is going to be lookin for retribution next week...and I don't think he cares if it's in or out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Wait just a minute; I don’t think business between these two is over for the night.
Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe Joe and ICE Beckman are both still in the ring.
ICE and STJ are in a stare down and both still breathing hard for their hard fought match. STJ takes a step forward and then so does ICE Beckman.
Zach Davis: Here we go...again!
But suddenly ICE Beckman stops walking and instead flashes Steeltoe Joe a big smile. Just then the crowd all begins to notice Zombie McMorris and Steve Orbit walking through the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: We got company! ZMAC and Orbit are here!
Zach Davis: And they have revenge in their eyes.
ZMAC and Orbit are quick over the barricade and into the ring to surround STJ.
Freddy Whoa: Oh and here comes The Vapor Kings manager Buddy Roman.
Zach Davis: And he has a steel chair!
Buddy slides the chair to the feet of Natural ICE Beckman. Just as ICE picks it up Steeltoe runs at him and begins to pound on ICE’s back!
Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe Joe is trying to fight his way out!!
But STJ can’t escape in time as ZMAC and Orbit grab him from behind. STJ spins and starts throwing right hands at Steve, but it is a feeble attempt as ZMAC is quick to grab him and pull him off. Steeltoe goes to attack McMorris, but can’t get to him before ICE Slams the chair into STJ’s skull!!
Zach Davis: OH WHAT A MASSIVE CHAIR SHOT!
STJ stumbles, but is quickly caught by ZMAC who keeps him up. ZMAC then holds STJ’s by the arms as Steve Orbit signals to the crowd before bringing down his right hand nailing Steeltoe with a massive Pimp Slap!!
Freddy Whoa: THE PIMP SLAP!!
Steeltoe’s eyes roll back into his head, but ZMAC still doesn’t let him fall to the mat. Instead ZMAC spins him around and plants him with a gutwrench powerbomb!
Zach Davis: And Zombie McMorris finishes off the job with a wicked Axe Wound!
Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe is laid out and look Buddy Roman is getting himself a microphone.
Buddy Roman climbs into the ring and starts to address STJ.
Buddy Roman: Joe, Joe, my son. My beautiful son. Know that I- I didn't want this for you.
Freddy Whoa: Is Buddy, crying?
Buddy Roman: I wanted us to be together I wanted us to be a family but you- you had to go and bring this on yourself. Just know that I- I tried to stop them. I tried to convince them that you were like your brothers. I tried to convince them that you were one of us. Joe, deep down you are a Vapor King but you - but you're mind has been poisoned.
Buddy Roman starts to cry and sob as he tries to dry his eyes.
Buddy Roman: My son.. my son..
Buddy sits down next to STJ and begins to softy stroke his cheek and hair, trying to comfort the Peoples Pastor.
Buddy Roman: I didn't want this for you. I didn't want this for you. IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME! It should have been ME-E-EE-EE.
Zach Davis: I think Buddy Roman has lost it.
Buddy Roman: Steven, ICE, please. Help your brother up. Help him up. Let him stand as a man. As a man, as your brother as our equal.
ICE and Orbit help STJ and Buddy to to their feet as Buddy holds STJ hold, hugging him.
Buddy Roman: It's ok, son. It's ok. They cant hurt you anymore. They cant hurt you. I won't them. It's ok.. shh.. it's ok.
Zach Davis: This is disturbing.
Buddy leans in and kisses STJ on the cheek.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: What the hell!? Reverse STO by Buddy Roman! STJ is out cold.
Buddy Roman looks over a fallen STJ.
Buddy Roman: HONOR.. THY... FATHER...
Until three figures begin running out from the back.
Zach Davis: PANTHEON! PANTHEON IS HERE!
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like they are taking this oppurtunity to attack the Vapor Kings!
Buddy motions for the Vapor Kings to get out of the ring and they quickly follow his orders. Just as Jonny Fly, Corey Black and Daniel Booker slide into the ring the Kings escape into the crowd!
Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings are heading for the hills.
Freddy Whoa: Well by the look of Steeltoe Joe, they accomplishment what they wanted to tonight.
Zach Davis: One thing is for sure, nothing has been settled tonight.
The show comes to an end as the Vapor Kings and the members of Pantheon exchange looks.