10/05/2014


Slam Intro

A montage airs of WCF Slam moments through the years. We go from Logan, Mace, Hellz Angel, Creeping Death, Gravedigger, and Steve Carr to PC Cradle, Danny Vice, Skyler Striker, Jack of Blades, and Lawnmower Jones. Neo, Trent Hunter, Defman, Brad Kane, Bobby Cairo. We move onto Torture, Slickie T, Johnny Reb, and Dake Ken. Then onto Oblivion, Jay Price, Greenfever, and Odin Balfore. And finally, onto Jonny Fly, Steve Orbit, Waylon Cash, Eric Price, Sarah Twilight... and ICE Beckman.

After the montage, pyro blasts off on the stage and the fans roar as Slam 300 is live! Drunk and Crazy plays for a few moments... before switching over to Master of Puppets.

Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam 300!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! 300 shows? That's unbelievable.

Zach Davis: Looks like we're starting the show off with the man that has been here since day one, good 'ole Seth.

Given the importance of the night, the fans actually lightly cheer Seth as he slides into the ring and takes a mic from Kyle Steel.

Seth Lerch: Well, here we are. October 5th.

Seth coughs.

Seth Lerch: Slam 300. This show has been a long time in the making. Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that when I opened this company back in 2000 that we'd make it this far. Never did I believe that all these years later, I'd still have some of the same men that started the company with me back then on the roster today. Throughout the years we've been through different eras - Logan's era, Torture's era, Jonny Fly's era... and now, perhaps, ICE Beckman's era.

Mixed reaction from the crowd for Seth putting ICE on the same level as those three men.

Seth Lerch: ICE Beckman is, of course, a man after my own heart. That is to say, a dirty drunkard. But whatever we call these eras, they aren't defined by one man. They're defined by the entire roster. And looking at tonight's card, if this truly IS the era of ICE Beckman, I don't think it is wrestling hyperbole to say that this just might be the most talented era, the most competitive era, in WCF history.

Clapping from the audience, and a big "WCF!" chant starts up.

Seth Lerch: So thank you, firstly to the fans and to everyone else that has stayed with us through 300 of these weekly shows. And thank you to the men and women that have wrestled and made Slam what it is. Without the wrestlers, Slam is nothing, obviously, and this show couldn't happen without the hard work of all of you -

Seth points to the back.

Seth Lerch: Week in and week out. Every Sunday night, you go out and make history. And tonight will, of course, be no different. I know there are a lot of you with no love lost for me - and I probably deserve that - but tonight I'll be backstage watching all night, proud as can be. So once more, thank you, everyone.

Master of Puppets plays again as Seth steps out and the fans applaud him and continue to chant "WCF!"

Zach Davis: A rare show of sincerity from Seth! Slam 300 really is full of surprises.

Freddy Whoa: Even someone like Bobby Cairo or Jayson Price has to respect that, at least a little.

Seth slaps some fans' hands as he heads to the back.

Steeltoe Joe Arrives

The cameras cut to the outside of the arena to the parking lot area. The crowd in attendance pops as they watch “The People’s Pastor” Steeltoe Joe on the big screen. He’s walking across the parking lot towards the building his gym bag in hand. Out of nowhere a couple of people rush STJ and blindside him, knocking him to the ground. Joe drops his bag and gets back up quickly, a pissed off look on his face. It’s a couple of MS-13 bikers. Joe starts brawling with them in the middle of the parking lot and starts gaining the upper hand.

Zach Davis: Get ‘em Joe!!

Joe manages to knock one of them to the ground and plants the other on the concrete with a vicious Baptism. Before he can jump on the other one, he is blindsided again by two more bikers who get him on the ground and start stomping away at him.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Someone needs to get security out there!

Joe starts fighting back but not for long when he is suddenly hit in the back real hard with a 2x4 and Gravedigger appears in the shot. Joe goes down hard and the three MS-13 members left standing join in with him as they lay the boots to STJ. Security appears and finally manages to pull them away. The camera zooms in on STJ who is slowly getting up on his own.

Battle Royal
Tyler Walker vs Shawn Scholes vs Ultimate Destroyer vs Louis Bartkowski vs Prince Jimmy Dean

Coming back from commercial, air raid sirens can be heard over the intercom as two competitors wait in the ring for the start of the match.

Kyle Steel: The following match is an over-the-top-rope elimination match where the last person in the ring will be declared the winner! In the ring, first from Penacola, Florida, Shawn Scholes!! And the opponent, The Ultimate Destroyer!

The lights go and Jerry "The King" beginnings of the music of Lawler that play. A single shines of the projector in a passageway and the empty Prince Force with crowbar to Dean is removed majestically in a golden car for two white horses. The multitude is silent in the admiration in the grandeur of the entrance. The prince Jimmy Dean is thrown around the ring while the multitude looks in silence on its car in the admiration. The leaves slowly of the carriage and elegantly walks in the ring and backups in the center as the alone shines of projector in it. The light goes back on.

Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponent, from Papua New Guinea, he is 'Prince' Jimmy Dean!

Zach Davis: Here we go, Prince Jimmy Dean, after his big return in the WAR match last week, ready to make an impact.

I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. 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. 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.

Kyle Steel: And their opponent, from Santa Monica, California, he is "The Beast", Tyler Walker Flyocker Flame!!

Freddy Whoa: This kid had a good showing at WAR, but he was betrayed by his former best friend, and that has to hurt!

“ Mad Man” Hits the PA ssystem as smoke and sparks fill the entrance way. The Mad Man walks out onto the stage, punching and slapping himself in the head to psyche himself up. The crow chants “ Mad Man” as Kyle Steel introduces him.

Kyle Steel: From Cleveland, Ohio. Standing five foot ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds.. The Cleveland Mad Man, Louis Bartowski !!

The Mad Man walks up the steel steps and into the ring, posing in front of a large “ M “ that flares up in fireworks.

Freddy Whoa: And there's our five, let's get this match underway.

Zach Davis: Hold on, I'm being told there's been a slight change, and- and my earpiece is a little fuzzy here folks. I don't know what's going on, but I-

As Kyle steps back from ringside, the five competitors eye one another up, when suddenly, the house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed stadium. 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: Ladies and gentlemen, I've been informed there is now a sixth competitor in this matchup. Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...

BOOM!!

Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.

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

The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the US Airways Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

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

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

Zach Davis: What?! What?!

Freddy Whoa: Wh...Whoa!! It's Oblivion, it's Oblivion!

Zach Davis: This match just got a LOT more interesting!

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.

The crowd roars in approval as the six men eye one another up, and the ring bell echoes through the arena.

<DING!> <DING!>

Tyler Walker and Shawn Scholes waste little time ganging up on Oblivion as Bartowski and Prince Jimmy Dean set their sights on The Ultimate Destroyer. UD gives Bartowski a shove, and connects with a headbutt to Prince Jimmy Dean, knocking the Prince down, and follows it up with one to Bartowski. Oblivion backs into a corner with two men on him, but after a quick block of a punch, he throws Tyler Walker into the corner and grabs Scholes, whipping him across the ring into the ropes.

Zach Davis: Size definitely plays a part in this kind of matchup, and one definitely had to favor The Ultimate Destroyer and Oblivion here.

Freddy Whoa: Let's not forget though, Tyler Walker and Shawn Scholes are each over six foot two and close to three hundred pounds apiece too.

As Scholes bounds off the ropes, he leapfrogs over the downed Jimmy Dean, into the sites of the waiting Louis Bartowski.

Zach Davis: And Louis Bartowski with a HUGE Dropkick!

Freddy Whoa: That's not just any Dropkick, Zach! That's The Best Dropkick in the Business Today!

Scholes hits the mat hard off the Dropkick, and as he gets up, he sees Tyler Walker charging right at him, and delivers The Best Dropkick to Flyocker Flame too!

Zach Davis: And another one! Bartowski is on fire!

Freddy Whoa: And one for Prince Jimmy Dean, too! Bartowski handing those dropkicks out like Oprah gives out prizes.

Oblivion comes face to face with The Ultimate Destroyer, and gets the upper hand with a right, then a left, and attempts a clothesline that ends up failing due to The Ultimate Destroyer's size. TUD whips Oblivion into the corner, but The Monster slips out of the way of an attempted splash, and bounds off the ropes before delivering a running reverse splash, sending three hundred plus crashing into The Ultimate Destroyer. He steps out of the corner, and comes face to face with Louis Bartowski.

Zach Davis: Okay, something's gotta give here. These two have been on fire so far!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Bartowski is motioning toward The Ultimate Destroyer, and-

WHAM!!

Almost in unison, Shawn Scholes and Jimmy Dean club Oblivion and Louis in the back of their heads simultaneously. They try to whip their foes into the ropes, but Oblivion and Bartowski reverse it, and Scholes and Dean rebound off opposing ropes before running head first into one another. Oblivion motions toward Dean as he grabs Scholes, and the two almost in unison throw two of the six competitors out of the ring and out of the match!

Zach Davis: There goes Shawn Scholes! and Prince Jimmy Dean! It's down to four!

Freddy Whoa: Maybe three, Zach! Look out!

Oblivion clubs Bartowski in the back of the head and whips him toward the corner, following up with a running clothesline, and then a bulldog for good measure before turning to see Tyler Walker throwing haymakers with The Ultimate Destroyer. Oblivion, sensing the presence of a larger enemy, clubs TUD in the back of the head, and together, Walker and Oblivion perform a double Irish whip toward the ropes.

Zach Davis: What teamwork!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Whoa! Bartowski pulls down the top rope! The Ultimate Destroyer is out!!

The Ultimate Destroyer falls over the top rope and eliminates himself through the teamwork of the three remaining competitors, who are all staring one another down. Walker and Bartowski almost in unison throw lefts and rights at Oblivion, but the monster kicks away Bartowski with a big boot before sending Tyler Walker overhead with an impressive belly to belly suplex. He gets to his feet and grabs Bartowski, setting up for a DDT which Bartowski skillfully reverses and sets up for a hurricanrana, but before he can execute, Oblivion powers him down with a power bomb. Oblivion gets to his feet and grabs Walker Flyocker Flame, lifting him up for an inverted suplex.

Zach Davis: Oh no, this isn't what I think it is, is it?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know, Zach, but I-

Zach Davis: SOULTAKER!!!

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion just delivered a Soultaker to Tyler Walker by dropping him for the stunner with his midsection hitting the ropes, and using The Beast's momentum to throw him violently over the top rope to the ground!

Zach Davis: We're down to two!

Oblivion turns around, taking a few seconds to catch his breath when he's met by The Best Dropkick In The Business Today! Bartowski sends Oblivion into the ropes, teetering. He gets back up, and grabs hold of Oblivion by the back of the neck, trying to force The Monster over the top rope.

Zach Davis: One way or another this'll do it!

Freddy Whoa: Who's going to walk away with this one?

Oblivion reverses it, and manages to throw Bartowski partway over, landing on the apron. He delivers a knee to the gut, bounds off the far ropes at full speed, and goes for a running knee lift for the win, but Bartowski dodges it, and leaves Oblivion hung up on the ropes! Louis connects with a hard elbow to the side of the head that pushes Oblivion head first onto the rope, and rebounding off he catches himself on the apron beside Bartowski.

Zach Davis: Both men on the apron, and anything could happen!

Bartowski delivers an elbow, and Oblivion responds with a hard punch. Elbow from Bartowski and a punch from Oblivion, and the two start trading, neither willing to give with the match on the line!

Freddy Whoa: What's going to happen? Oh my... Oh my god!!

Bartowski bravely goes for a Superkick, but Oblivion shoves him away- so hard, in fact, that Bartowski goes flying over the gap between the ring and the guardrail, and lands on the guardrail, catching himself and pulling himself to a precarious perch there opposite Oblivion.

Zach Davis: WHAT?!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!! Now what?!

Bartowski motions for Oblivion to bring It, but the monster isn't having any of it. Oblivion taunts Bartowski, and all at once, both competitors seem to be going for the win, colliding in mid-air with a cross body!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

Both competitors hit the ring floor almost simultaneously, with Oblivion landing in a heap on top of Louis Bartowski. The referees pool together to discuss what just happened.

<DING-DING-DING!>

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match... OBLIVION!

The fans roar as Oblivion's name is announced.

Zach Davis: He wasn't even supposed to be in this match but Oblivion is our winner!

Freddy Whoa: Louis Bartkowksi brought all he had though, but in the end it was too late.

Steeltoe Joe Segment

The Arena Goes Dark, the entrance and stage area start to flicker with neon blue and white lights as "Cells" by the Sevant begins to slowly play through the PA system. Fog fills the entrance area and Steeltoe Joe comes walking methodically to the beat of the music out of the midst of the fog. The fans are going nuts as Joe pumps his muscles, takes off his sunglasses to look around the arena to the masses of fans cheering and chanting his name.

Zach Davis: And looks like the fans are going nuts here for Steeltoe Joe tonight.

Freddy Whoa: He is scheduled to compete later tonight for a shot at the People’s Title but I wonder what he’s doing here now.

Zach Davis: Well, it is the 300th edition of Slam so I’m sure he’s pulling out all the stops tonight.

He puts his sunglasses back on and starts to walk down the ramp. He makes his way to the ring steps and walks up them in a slow manner but then explodes through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera. He raises his arms, points to Heaven and jumps off the turnbuckle as the house lights come back on and his music starts to die down. He grabs a microphone from the ring announcer and begins to address the live crowd.

STJ: SEATTLE!

Crowd cheers loudly

STJ: How’s everyone tonight?

Crowd cheers loudly

STJ: Later on tonight, I have a shot at being the number one contender to the WCF People’s Title against Deuce Murdock and as the People’s Pastor, I do plan on becoming the People’s Champion again. However, that’s not why I’m out here right now. You see, I had a shot at the People’s Title about a month ago and things just did not go the way I expected, I’d like to think my opponent had a fluke but regardless, it got me to thinking that perhaps my return is missing something. Perhaps I seem to need something here in the WCF that will take me even further than before.

STJ: With that in mind, I made a phone call and after a good conversation, I decided that it is time for me to have a manager!

Crowd cheers

Zach Davis: A manager?

Freddy Whoa: Who could it be?

STJ: Now this person is here tonight and I would like to present this person to you. This person has been in the WCF before, this person has accomplished nearly everything there is to accomplish here in the company, this person has seen it all, done it all, and had a hell of a time doing it. And with this person in my corner and by my side providing support, I know that I will be able to succeed at a level unparalleled thus far in my career. This person has always supported me, always believed in me and this person saw me return and this person knew that they had to get involved in this. Anyway, without further ado, let me introduce you all to my manager …!

The crowd is buzzing waiting to see who it could be.

Zach Davis: Who is this person?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know Zach but he or she has seen it all and done it all … it’s gotta be good!

Gold lights start flashing as “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system of the Bank of America Arena in Seattle and the crowd comes unglued.

Zach Davis: NO! WHAT?!

Freddy Whoa: It couldn’t be, no way.

The music continues playing as the crowd starts cheering loudly and after a delay of a few seconds, none other than Eric Price appears on stage with a huge smile on his face, as is usual of him, wearing a black pressed suit, gold tie and gold shirt, sunglasses on as he walks across the entrance stage looking on at the crowd stage right. Then he approaches stage left and salutes the crowd as he starts making his way down the entrance ramp!

Zach Davis: What is he doing here?

Freddy Whoa: WHOA … it … I’m shocked.

Eric steps into the ring and once in the center of the ring, he embraces Steeltoe Joe as Steeltoe Joe hands Eric Price his microphone so that he may address the crowd. The crowd on their feet, cheering and chanting Eric’s name.

Zach Davis: I … I never thought I’d hear an Eric Price chant in my life.

Freddy Whoa: It’s … it is Slam 300 so we knew anything could happen but this is almost surreal.

Eric removes his sunglasses, puts them in his pocket as he smiles at the crowd who continue cheering at him.

Eric Price: Wow … what a great reception, hey Seattle!

Crowd continues to cheer

Eric Price: You know, I saw Steeltoe Joe come back about two months or so ago and I saw him with a renewed fire, a renewed spirit, a renewed vigor and when I saw that Chelsea Armstrong fluked her way into a victory at Revenge, I knew that Joe and I had to speak and had to do something about this. Then I saw what the vapor kings did and well … I decided the time was right for Eric Price to return to the WCF!

Crowd cheers

Eric Price: As my friend just announced, I’ve done it all in this business … well, almost all. I’ve never been a manager before but when my friend and now my first client Steeltoe Joe approached me with the idea, I just couldn’t turn it down. With that said, I’d like to wish good luck to both Chelsea Armstrong and Alex Richards tonight because whomever emerges as the People’s Champion, it doesn’t matter. This number one contender’s match tonight is nothing but a formality, a mere exercise in showmanship because much like Deuce Murdock will fall tonight, the person who emerges are People’s Champion tonight will fall to the longest reigning and next WCF People’s Champion … the People’s Pastor … STEELTOE JOE!

Crowd cheers loudly as Eric Price drops the microphone and raises Joe’s hand in victory as “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell starts playing over the speaker system and both Joe and Eric celebrate for the crowd.

Zach Davis: I … I never thought I’d see the day that these two worked together again not to mention, Eric Price returning.

Freddy Whoa: And as a manager, never saw that coming.

Zach Davis: Well … could we be looking at the next People’s Champion? Steeltoe Joe will have to get through Deuce Murdock tonight to face whomever wins the People’s Title match tonight.

Freddy Whoa: I’ll say this, with Eric Price in his corner, I think Steeltoe Joe might have this in the bag.

Karina Drago vs Hyena

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Welcome back to Slam 300 y'all!

Zach Davis: We're coming to you live from the Bank of America Arena in Seattle! We just came off a pretty good young blood battle royal to kick off Slam 300!

Freddy Whoa: Can we just call it what it is? That was a straight up jobber massacre!

Zach Davis: Either way, it may or may not hold implications for the future.

Can you hear the siren call?
So together we can break down the walls... Can you hear the siren call?

Karina Drago rises from the bed, lifting her hands out to the fans, to an overwhelmingly negative reaction here.

Kyle Steel: On her way to the ring...from RUSSIA...KA-RINAAAA DRAAAAAAGO!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Who the hell is that?

Zach Davis: It's Karina Drago...this mysterious women erupted onto the WCF scene when she posted her first promo. She proceeded to tell the males in the locker room that she may be a women, but she won't be pushed around by all the guys back there.

Freddy Whoa: Let's get somethin' straight, she ain't the first women to make that claim and she sure as hell won't be the last! Feel me Zac?

The platform descends, and the pair make their way down the ramp, as the golden sparks continue to shower down upon the stage. Faith waves toward the fan who respond with nothing but 100%, pure hatred. Karina throws her shoulders back, before acting as if she's going to kiss a young fan. But the self-proclaimed 'Russian Princess' pulls away at the last second, leaving the fan to curse at her and later write it down in his feelings journal. She then walks toward the ring steps, taking her time to raise her hand to the fans, cuz the face ain't listening. She orders Faith to hold the middle rope down, which she does, and Karina steps through... Karina stands tall in the center of the ring, blowing a kiss out to the fans, before smiling egotistically to herself.

Freddy Whoa: She's somethin' else though. Never trust a bitch that don't smile with her teeth. Moms taught me that.

The irregular rhythmic drumming of Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" blares in time with strobe flashing from the tron. As the the guitar and vocals kick in Hyena stalks onto the ramp, glaring at everything and nothing.

Kyle Steel: And her opponent...from MILLERS CROSSING OH-HIOOOOOOO...HY-YEEEEEEEEENA!

Zach Davis: Karina Drago definitely has her hands full tonight with Hyena! He's somebody else who's made an impact in his short time in the WCF! He came off two solid showings, one against Jay Omega in his United States Title defense and one at War!

Freddy Whoa: Strong showing? The only thang that fool showed me was he can't get a win when it counts! The Great Destroyer? Give me a break.

Zach Davis: I'm buying everything this guy is selling. Trust me, I wouldn't want to pass him in a dark alley.

Freddy Whoa: You couldn't handle a cat in a dark alley, Zac.

Hyena 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." Hyena instantly walks up to his competitor, staring her down intimidatingly. The crowd begins to get a little fired up going into the match.

Freddy Whoa: It's time for Karina to put her money where her mouth is. Hyena's steppin' up to the plate. He wants to be the one to shut it for her.

Karina stares back at Hyena, her lip quivering with a certain disgust. As quick as lightning, her hand snaps up as she slaps Hyena across the face. Hyena keeps his head turned away, but slowly turns it back towards Karina, a large smile draped across his beast-like face. The referee calls for the bell as Hyena slowly backs away from her.

Zach Davis: Uh oh. Karina might have just made a mistake.

Freddy Whoa: She's a big girl. She can handle it.

The referee calls for the bell and the match officially begins. Karina and Hyena begin circling the ring, and quickly go for the tie up...Hyena gains the advantage. He wraps Karina in a standing headlock, but she wiggles free quickly. She brings her booted leg up and pops Hyena on the side of the leg with it. Hyena grabs his leg, but quickly gets over the sting. He lunges at Karina trying to take her head off with a clothesline, but Karina leans back all limber and shit and dodges the move. She quickly pops back to her feet and turns to face Hyena. Hyena lunges again, but Karina moves out of the way one more time. Karina is now standing behind Hyena. She pushes him against the ropes. The two come bounding back...BUT Hyena keeps his arms wrapped around the ropes. Karina stumbles and falls backwards, hitting the mat with a small crash. She quickly rolls backwards and hops to her feet...to eat a clothesline from Hyena.

Freddy Whoa: There it is! He was looking for it and he found it! That move just might have rang her bell.

Hyena goes for what he perceives to be an easy pin and the ref makes the count.

ONE...

T...

Karina's shoulder flies off the mat to a small reaction from the crowd. Hyena just can't believe it.

Zach Davis: Hyena just can't believe it!

Freddy Whoa: I'm pretty sure everyone already knew that.

Hyena begins to lift Karina to her feet, but Karina grabs on to the ropes, trying to pull herself away from Hyena. He's got her around the waist, trying to pull her away...but Karina brings her leg up, nailing Hyena right in the cock and balls with a kick. Hyena's eyes light up as he fall away from Karina. Karina turns around, but the referee didn't seem to notice it. Probably staring at her ass.

Freddy Whoa: DAMN REF! WAKE THE FUCK UP! THAT WAS A POINT-BLANK DISQUALIFICATION! NEVER KICK A GUY IN THE DICK!

Zach Davis: I dunno...looked like fun to me.

Freddy Whoa: What kind of shit are you looking at on the internet?

Karina hooks Hyena's leg, looking for the pin.

ONE...

TWO...

T...

Hyena's arm lifts off the mat, but only barely. The kick to the junk definitely did it's job because Hyena's hands went back to nursing his injured crotch. Karina just smiled at Hyena in pain.

Freddy Whoa: They're both fucked up!

Hyena crawled towards the turnbuckle and pulled himself up, holding his injured weeny still. Karina crosses the ring just as Hyena opens his eyes...but Karina puts her foot to his throat and starts choking him in the corner. The referee finally wakes the fuck up and moves towards the two. He tells Karina to get off of Hyena, but she doesn't listen. The referee makes his count, getting all the way to 4 before Karina let go. The fans began to boo/cheer as Hyena began to pull himself back up, holding his throat the entire time.

Freddy Whoa: Karina's doin' the only thangs she can to win this match!

Karina release the choke, steps away from Hyena, and begins to flourish to the fans who jeer and cheer in approval or tumultuous concern for the well being of Hyena's wiener. He begins to stand to his feet, using the ropes to pull himself up, but keeping his other hand alternating between his throat and his groin. Karina turns around...and eats a superman punch from Hyena. The experience knocks her through a loop and she begins to spin on her heels in the ring. She turns back towards Hyena and...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: LAST LAUGH! HYENA HITS IT!

Karina goes down to the mat to a huge pop from the crowd and Hyena covers her, holding his hand over his groin while he does so.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

DING DING DING!

The referee calls for the bell and the match ends.

Freddy Whoa: Just when it seemed like Hyena was down and out, he hit Karina with his finisher and turned the tide.

Zach Davis: She should have been paying attention to her opponent, not pandering to the crowd. It's important...but in the face of victory, not so much.

Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" begins to blare throughout the arena as Hyena weakly stands to his feet. He barely celebrates before rolling around out of the ring and heading towards the back.

What's the Buzz?: Slam 300

Bryan Worthy stands in front of a blue screen with the "Buzz Words" logo on it.

Buzz: In honor of Slam's 300th episode, we thought it would be interesting to ask the WCF roster to identify their favorite moment from the show's history.

What follows are taped segments with the wrestlers answering the question backstage or at some remote location.

"Gonzo" Deuce Murdock: I have not been on the show for very long, but I was really thrilled when I took two of al-Reb's guards and had them squirt hot sauce in his face.

Eric Price: My favorite Slam moment in history … I’ve done a lot in this company, hell, I even owned this company at one time but if I had to pick a favorite moment and sorry Purse, I know you’ll hate me for this, I would have to say it’s the night one week removed from Revenge 2012. I remember it was September 1st … no, September 2nd, and I made him own up to our bet that if I retained the TV Title, I would get a kiss from Kari. She slapped me but at the end of it all, Purse was restrained and I got my the kiss from her. Although looking back on it now, Kari could really use some breath mints.

Steeltoe Joe: I think my favorite moment on Slam was my first official act as People's Champ a few years back. I had recruited my friend Tek and a few other People's Pastor supporters, we sneaked onto the premises of Eric Price's newly bought Production Studio. We wired the whole damn place and when Eric was watching on the megatron, we blew that sons a bitch up! Haha! That was the beginning of a war between Joe and Eric Price at that time. Since then we have reconciled and we laugh about the whole thing a lot.

Chelsea Armstrong: My favorite Slam moment to date would have to be the time I faced Jonny Fly in our singles match. I lost the match but our match stole the show and it's that match I still say that catipulted my career. That's the match that made people look and ask, who is Chelsea Armstrong?

Steve Orbit: My favorite Slam moment? That's like asking which ho is my favorite. I've created so many fantastic memories on Sunday nights that will be cherished and remembered for years to come. But my favorite? It's a toss up. When I won my first championship, the Television championship by defeating Nathan von Liebert back in April 2012. The other one, the look on Jonny Fly's face after I cracked Corey Black with a chair the week after Ultimate Showdown. Those are two of the greatest moments of my career, and two of the biggest moments in Slam history.

Seth Lerch/Hyena Segment

The camera cuts to a scowling Hyena as he stalked down the backstage corridor. He stops as he encounters Seth Lerch speaking on a cell phone.

Seth Lerch: Yes. Yes that's right. Send him over. Make sure he's a real doctor, too. I don't want a repeat of last time.

He turned around and gave Hyena a startled look. Quickly he closed the call and put the phone away.

Seth Lerch: You. What the hell do you want? I told you, you had your shot at the U.S.---

Hyena: Forget it. I got to scrap with Omega in the Ladder match, and that'll have to be enough, but I'm through fighting scrubs. I want Live Wire.

Seth's eyebrows went up, his response is deadpan

Seth Lerch: Really. Why, for God's sake?

Hyena growls, his eyes flashing angrily.

Hyena: I don't have to explain. It's enough that he's an arrogant, smug little snot who insists on getting on my nerves every time he breathes. I'm not finished with him. I never was finished with him.

Seth Lerch: You are quite finished with him, Nathan. I got bigger and better things to do with Mister Pierce then book him to whip your ass time and again. Crowd's already seen that, we're moving on.

Hyena stepped forward, looming over Seth menacingly. His snarl is low and sharp.

Hyena: I'm not asking---

Seth cuts Hyena off with a growl of his own.

Seth Lerch: Now you listen to me, you overrated hack! I don't care what Live Wire has done to piss you off. I don't care that you beat Oblivion once. As far as I'm concerned, that was a damn fluke, and you still couldn't take Live Wire even if you were amped up on PCP. I won't book a match if everyone knows who will win it.

Hyena blinks in astonishment.

Hyena: That's a ballsy thing to say after the match I just had.

Seth Lerch: Whatever. Point is, I'm not booking your ass for Live Wire. I'm doing both of us a favor here. Now get out of my way.

Seth at this point pushes past Hyena, seemingly oblivious to the maniacal rage in his eyes.

Seth Lerch: I've got real business to take care of.

As Seth trundles away, Hyena stares murderously after him. Growling and turning his head to spit.

Hyena: Guess she was right.

With that, he stalked off in the opposite direction.

Jonny Fly vs Biohazard

Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall!

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. Walker Flyocker Flame walks out after him.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from New York City... being accompanied to the ring by his protege, Walker Flyocker Flame... weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... he is one half of the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE DYNASTY... 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, followed by Walker. 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.

Zach Davis: This man is a living legend here in WCF.

Freddy Whoa: One of the greatest of all time. For sure. He came so close to winning War for a second year in a row.

Zach Davis: And with him is Tyler-- er, Walker Flyocker Flame. And he's coming this way?

Walker heads to the announcer booth.

Zach Davis: Hey, Walk--

A brief argument is heard, until...

Walker: whats up whoa-dogg

Freddy Whoa: Uh... hey, Flyocker Flame. Well, folks, I guess we'll be joined by Walker Flyocker Flame for commentary. Can't be worse than Zach, right?

Walker: Ya thats right hoes I am gonna commentate the shit out of this match.

breakdown by biohazard plays and biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash.. followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit!

Freddy Whoa: There's Steve Orbit with biohazard!

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by "The Mack" Steve Orbit... weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds... BIOHAZARD!

Walker: a couple of twinkle toe poindexters. queers. biohazard just got his hands all up in my junk during war. he felt it and he liked it. but I didnt

Freddy Whoa: Right. After you guys hugged for like, half the match.

Walker: that was a grapple not a hug. I am not gay or nothing watch your mouth fred before I turn wearwolf on your butt cheeks.

Freddy Whoa: Now Orbit is coming this way!

Orbit is seen talking to Freddy off mic. Soon, Freddy takes off his headset and hands it to Orbit, before pounding his fist.

Steve Orbit: What's up Walker Flocker Flame?

Walker: its Flyocker flame asshole. you know like Flyconda and Flyjobber.

Steve Orbit: Yeah, kinda weird but I definitely get it.

Walker: you ready to see your boyfriend get his ass kicked by jonny Fly

Steve Orbit: ... You itchin' for a Pimp Slap, Walker?

DING DING DING

Fly and biohazard circle each other for a few moments... before they tie up. Fly goes behind biohazard with a hammerlock. biohazard twists out and reverses into an arm wringer-- and he leaps up for a crucific pin!

1..

Walker: no way

Steve Orbit: Fly kicks out! Damn, first Logan and now Fly? biohazard is lookin' like the next World champ.

Both men roll to their feet and it's Fly with a big right hand to biohazard. Fly hits a European uppercut, followed by another. He whips biohazard to the ropes and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on the return.

Walker: fly number one

Steve Orbit: Why do you talk like that?

Walker: What

biohazard gets to his feet and Fly floors him with a clothesline. biohazard rolls back to his feet and charges at Fly, but Fly takes him down with an armdrag. biohazard gets back up, and Fly takes him down AGAIN with an armdrag, this time applying an armbar.

Walker: tap tap taparoo

Steve Orbit: Nah, he ain't gonna tap to no armbar. That's called wearing your opponent down. Take notes, Tyler.

Walker: it's FLYOCKER FLAME

biohazard kips up and twists out of the armbar, before hitting a high kick to Fly's head! biohazard kicks Fly in the gut and then hits him with a roundhouse kick to the head. Fly stumbles back, and biohazard rebounds off the ropes, hitting a hurricanrana! biohazard with the pin.

1..

Steve Orbit: No, biohazard can't get more than a one count yet.

Walker: cuz hes a spoiled homo. look at how much better Fly is and hes more of a man too. fly is a real man

Steve Orbit: Alright... enough, homo-- I mean homie.

Walker: watch it u black bastard

Fly looks like he's had enough. biohazard hits him with chops but Fly is no-selling them. He grabs bio by the neck and slams him into the corner, before hitting some knees to the gut. He pulls biohazard out of the corner and snapmares him to the mat, followed by a big kick to his back. Fly pulls biohazard up by the waist and locks it in-- German suplex!

Walker: Fly has a tight waist lock

Steve Orbit: I'm sure you would know.

Fly holds on, executing another German suplex! He holds on again, and ANOTHER German suplex!

Steve Orbit: Triple suplex by Jonny Fly. Come on, biohazard! USE THE OOZE!

Walker: he's oozed out my man

Fly pins biohazard.

1..

2..

Walker: WHAT how did he kick out? hes a puss

Steve Orbit: Maybe he's stepping it up, like you've been! Maybe he's following in your footsteps.

Walker: my feet are too big for his pussy feet

Fly goes to grab biohazard but bio rolls to the outside. Fly looks around, calling for a crowd response. They cheer. Fly rebounds off the ropes--

Walker: where are u going steve HEY I cant do this by my self. I'm no joey styles

Fly dives through the ropes for a suicide dive--

... but Orbit grabs biohazard and drags him out of the way!

Walker: oh no you didnt blacky

Fly is down. Orbit rolls biohazard back into the ring, telling him to rest up. Orbit eyes Fly, who is starting to get back up. Orbit cocks back the hand. He's measuring up Fly... Fly gets to his feet and turns around--

Orbit is about to Pimp Slap him, but Walker grabs Orbit and tosses him into the guardrail! Walker and Orbit start trading blows on the outside.

At this time, Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis return to the announce booth.

Zach Davis: Well, that was doomed from the start.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I thought we were about to lose our jobs!

Inside the ring, biohazard is stumbling out of the corner, and gets hit with the Discus Fly! Fly climbs to the top turnbuckle...

Freddy Whoa: FLY SWATTER!

Fly pins biohazard.

1..

2..

THREE

DING DING DING

"300 Violin Orchestra" plays over the PA.

Zach Davis: Jonny Fly picks up the win!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Walker and Orbit have finally been seperated.

Walker Flyocker Flame joins Fly in the ring to celebrate. Orbit and biohazard regroup on the outside, and head up the ramp. Orbit is talking shit towards the ring, as Fly looks on.

Freddy Whoa: No love lost between these two men-- Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit WILL meet at One, in a HUGE rematch of last year's main event.

Zach Davis: Twice in a lifetime, Zach. Twice in a lifetime.

Steeltoe Joe/Deuce Murdock Segment

The cameras cut backstage where Steeltoe Joe and Deuce Murdock are seen walking together.

Steeltoe Joe: Thanks, Murdock, for the pain killer. I really needed it after that beatdown by MS-13 earlier tonight and our match.

Deuce Murdock slaps Joe on one of his beefy shoulders and grins.

Deuce Murdock: No problem, Joe. We may have had to do battle in the ring tonight, but you’re still a good dude in my eyes. Why did Gravedigger attack you anyway? Weren’t you guys in Bravado together a while back?

STJ shakes his head and shrugs.

Steeltoe Joe: Brother, I have no ide--

STJ is interrupted when he is blindsided again by MS-13 as several bikers pour out of a nearby door in the hallway and jump both STJ and Deuce Murdock.

Zach Davis: What the hell?! Again?!

STJ and Deuce fight back as hard as possible and manage to take a couple of the bikers down but the numbers game eventually catches up to them, especially once Gravedigger steps in. MS-13 stomps away at the pair and Gravedigger gets next to Joe and starts pounding away at him. Once again security shows up and after a couple of minutes manages to maintain control once more.

Freddy Whoa: I think we’re just as confused as Deuce and STJ as to why MS-13 is targeting him.

Zach Davis: If I know Gravedigger well, there’s always a reason.

The cameras cut back to the ring as we prepare for the next match.

Chelsea Armstrong Segment

Hit me like a Man by The Pretty Reckless blasts through the arena as everyone seems to go into a state of confusion and excitement.

Zach Davis: Do you recognize that music Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: I don't think I do Zach but I believe we're about to be shown who it belongs to.

Just as the words come from his lips the crowd erupts into a mix of boos and cheers as Chelsea Armstrong and Aeryn Carter walk from the back and onto the stage. Both are dressed street clothes with Aeryn dressed in a pair of skinny black jeans tucked into a pair of Black New Rock M.272-S1 along with a Womens Black Waisted Corset Lace Layered Cap Sleeve Top and she's carrying a black metal baseball bat with Chelsea dressed in a pair of knee high black boots with a pair jeans tucked in, a deep purple tank top rests over her shoulders and she has a thick piece of chain hanging from her grip. They head down the ramp hitting a few hands along the way. Climbing the steel steps Chelsea enters first with Aeryn following behind and as Chelsea enters the ring she swings the chain as it wraps securely around her wrist while motioning for a couple of mics.

Chelsea Armstrong: Let’s see, where do we begin? How about we start straight with the hottest topic going through the fans of WCF.

Random Fan: Cairo!

Chelsea Armstrong: No not Cairo! Though you could say he plays a part in this problem. You seem the topic that we've heard a lot about lately is simple the attacks that have been happening since the beginning of September…how about we give a quick reminder to those who have seemingly forgotten.

Motioning toward the titantron the screen flickers before Jonny Fly is seen rushing to a car which Chelsea is destroying, fast forward and Chase Michaels is seen taking out Jonny as medics rush to the upset Fly. Back in the ring Aeryn has a huge smile on her face as does Chelsea.

Aeryn: Aww poor Jonny…so upset…

Chelsea Armstrong: And week two.

The clip continues to play as them Logan is seen walking backstage and before he too is ambushed by Chase and Chelsea as this time Jay Omega joins in after knocking him out with his Championship. Once again the medics rush in on the fallen veteran. It doesn't end though as a clip follows right behind showing Corey Black being attacked in the men’s rest room as Alex Richards joins in. Corey is left beaten and bruised as once again the medics arrive just a few seconds too late to tend to the veteran.

Chelsea Armstrong: Poor Logan…and Corey...did you see that poor face?

Chelsea looks at Aeryn and they both laugh

Chelsea Armstrong: If only they'd gotten to them sooner…week three.

On to the latest attack as Johnny Reb is seen attacked by three of them as Jay refuses to help in this attack. It is soon settled though as Cormack MacNeill rushes onto the scene, skip the part where he acted like he was helping and he is soon taking Reb out and leaving another veteran for the medics to rush to too late. The clips end as another loud mix of reactions comes from the crowd.

Chelsea Armstrong: Aww, some of you didn't like that? Oh I'm sorry…I'd love to tell you we're done but…well I'd be lying to you and it wouldn't be very motherly to show my daughter it’s okay to lie. You see people keep asking why this happens when if they'd watch the answer is right in front of them. I joined this company just shy of a year ago and ever since I joined I watched veteran after veteran take that grand World championship, and if they weren't after that championship they were dominating in other areas and keeping those newer people like us away from anything credible. Now I know I know, some of you will disagree with me and say that’s our fault not theirs. But you just don't know what you're talking about. When will this end? I will stop this with Seth stops giving those veterans in the back special treatment!

Glancing toward the ramp as if expecting someone to walk out she laughs shaking her head and leans back toward the ropes as she begins to twirl the chain around her hand.

Chelsea Armstrong: Ah I should have known, big boss man isn't man enough to actually do his job. He has to have people whisper in his ear or even better…do the job for him! Everyone knows that’s why Pantheon is in the position they are, Seth doesn't have the balls to put them in their place. You know…it’s actually kind of sad, I really just don't see why Seth doesn't officially turn the company over to Corey and his group of ass kissers. But alas Seth, you are the person I need in order for this to stop so are you going to make me pull up a chair and make the threat of staying here all night like we see all the time, or are you going to grow a pair and face me yourself?

She waits a couple seconds before bringing the mic back to her lips, just then “Drunk and Crazy” by Mogwai hits and Seth walks out from the back looking rather displeased. The mic stays by his side as he sits out various words towards Chelsea who is still leaning against the rope closer to the commentators table.

Chelsea Armstrong: What was that?

Seth Lerch: I said to get your asses out of my ring!

Chelsea Armstrong: Oh sorry, I don't think I can do that. You see…you haven't addressed our situation yet.

Seth Lerch: I don't give a damn about your situation! You think you and your group of little misfits can terrorize my locker room? You think you can take out my top wrestlers and just get away with it?!

Chelsea Armstrong: Well…technically…we have for the last month.

Shrugging her shoulders Seth has moved onto the ring apron as Chelsea then pushes from the ropes and strides to the middle of the ring still swinging the chain in her hand.

Chelsea Armstrong: So are you going to help me or not?

Seth Lerch: Help you?! You're lucky I don't fire you!

Aeryn: Oh, I don't think you want to do that.

Seth Lerch: And why not!?

Chelsea Armstrong: Well…I don't think our family would quite see eye to eye with that situation.

A devilish smirk lays against Aeryn's lip as a cruel smirk lays against Chelsea’s lips as she steps toward Seth who stays planted on the apron.

Chelsea Armstrong: You see Seth… We have one last name on my list…and well as it’s been seen…these boys…our boys will happily attack those we say.

Seth Lerch: So what? You're going to attack your boss?!

Aeryn takes a step closer to Seth

Aeryn: It wouldn't be the first time you got attacked, would it? Besides I for one would personally love to see your face smashed in... Right now you need to ask yourself some very important questions... Where are your chosen few... Why aren't Corey Black, Jonny Fly, Logan or Jonny Reb out here with you? They must know what's about to happen to you... You want to know why they're not coming out here to save you? It's simple... They ain't coming... Why cause you don't matter to them, to them your only purpose is to be used... To continue to inflate their own ego's and help keep the money coming into their pockets...

Chelsea takes advantage that Seth's attention is on Aeryn and moves towards Seth so she is close enough to swing and connect with the chain wrapped around her knuckles if she wanted to. For a moment Seth seems to try to call her bluff but hops down from the apron, backing up the ramp he sees both Chelsea and Aeryn starting to laugh as he turns to see Cormack MacNeill and Alex Richards standing at the top of the ramp and walking down blocking his path.

Alex Richards: I notice some of you are cheering us on. But I want all of you to cheer us on! There's a conspiracy against you fans, and against people like us. They want to dupe you into thinking the old breed is as good as they ever were. And it's easy to believe it. Oh so easy. I don't blame you for believing it, I used to believe it myself. When I got here, I thought people like Pantheon, Johnny Reb, Steve Orbit, and Logan were THE stars. Were THE people everyone wanted to see and everyone wanted to do. But the more I saw them, the more I realized it was a sham. The more I realized they were old, tired, and the only reason they stayed on top was because they were protected!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction once again for The Archduke of Mass Confusion.

Alex Richards: I faced Logan at Blast. Or I was supposed to. Logan actually bragged about the fact he hired a stunt double and then when Oblivion took him out he never even bothered showing up. He didn't show up to defend the hardcore championship! That's what a competitor that guy is! But surely he has to be the only veteran like this right? But we have my favourite members of Pantheon, Jayson Price who took a month off prior to War and really didn't wrestle for a month before that earlier. But Corey Black.. he takes the cake. Corey Black, is the reason I joined up with Chelsea. The Blue Lady told me she knew I got screwed on Slam. She knew the odds were against me because they were also against her. They were also against Cormack.. Jay... Chase...

Alex looks enraged.

Alex Richards: And why are the odds against us? Because of you Seth! A few weeks ago I held one half of the tag team championships with Oblivion. Did you hear the rumours fans? The rumours Oblivion and I were supposed to fight here tonight, in a street fight? They didn't ask me if I wanted to fight my tag team partner, they just assumed it was natural. But to do that we had to lose those tag team championships first. So Seth got his golden boys, Johnny Fly and Corey Black. You knew they were never going to lose right Seth?

Alex Richards: Hell just a few weeks ago after we attacked Corey Black he called me fodder. Well Corey Black, this fodder laid you out with the Final Enlightenment during the tag title match. This fodder had you pinned until Johnny Fly broke it up. I don't fault you guys for that. That's good team work. Johnny pulled me to the floor and Oblivion entered the ring. That's where you finished him off Corey. But here's the thing, Oblivion wasn't the legal man.. I was. But did anyone say a word about that? Corey Black, you hit me with the Victory or Death, the same move that won you the Cruiserweight title the week before and it didn't get the job done! You couldn't beat me Corey Black and you knew it! And so did you Seth! That's why your announcers didn't say a word without it. I don't blame them. I know it was your doing. The announcers ignored it, Corey Black ignored it, and they hoped it would be forgotten. Well Seth, I didn't forget!

Richards looks to his right, and hands the mic to MacNeill with a nod. Cormack places a meaty hand on Alex's shoulder and returns the nod.

Cormack MacNeill: Well said Brother Strange....well said. This little wee bastard has the likes of us out here every week, bashing each others brains in to line his pockets while his chosen few wrestle when and where they like. I mean come on, who else around here gets to take weeks off at a time, months in Corey Black's case, and walk into a title shot. Or War. Pathetic. And every time you chant one of these part-timers names, you're pathetic too!

The crowd rains a chorus of boos down upon the kilted one, who simply stretches his arms out and soaks it all in. With a tight smile, he lowers his arms and raises the mic again.

Cormack MacNeill: I drag my ass out here every week, bust it for you unappreciative bastards every week, and when a guy like Cairo shows up after an extended vacation you forget about guys like me....guys like us. Well, fuck you. Every single one of you disloyal bastards.

MacNeill makes a point of turning from one side to the other, ensuring no one is left out as he points his finger for emphasis.

Cormack MacNeill: Just remember, next week, next month...Pantheon will be gone, Cairo will be gone....but we'll still be here.

Cormack takes a step towards the boss, pointing his finger as Richards takes a step as well, both men glaring with menace at the little man.

Cormack MacNeill: And Seth...when your company is in shambles, your golden boys lay broken at your feet, the crowds are screaming for your head....just remember...you asked for this.

MacNeill lowers the mic and gives Chelsea a nod.

Zach Davis: This situation isn't looking too good for Seth right now Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: You can say that again, look in the crowd! Someone else is coming!

Sure enough a now worried looking Seth begins to glance toward the crowd as if planning an escape as Jay Omega and Chase Michaels jump the guard rail and now stand on either side of him. He looks back and forth between the now four men surrounding him as you can literally see sweat beading on his forehead. Omega pulls a microphone from his pocket and turns it on.

Jay Omega: Cormack's got it right, boss man. Loyalty and tenure are great, sure. But we're an ambitious group of highly skilled individuals, and you can eat a pair of docking dicks if you think we're going to sit quietly in the wings, and patiently wait for your part-time veterans to be put to pasture. There's a reason Jonny Fly and Corey Black are still walking around spewing verbal diarrhoea after we laid the smack down on them, and it ain't because they're the supreme demi-gods they'd like you to think. We left them able to walk, able to compete, because we don't just want them gone. If that were all we wanted, you can bet your ass that's what we would have done. Those were warnings. Messages. We want the egotistical ass clowns like Pantheon to be beaten and broken before they get sent off to the retirement home. You're looking at the next wave of WCF legends right here, boss man, and if we have to tear down the legacies of your established money makers to build our own? Then so be it.

Jay lobs the mic over to Michaels, then folds his arms over his chest.

Chase Michaels: Me, I simply just want to raise some hell on you and the rest of WCF and get paid for it!

Backing now towards the ring he appears to have forgotten about Chelsea and Aeryn as the four men move closer towards him only to stop and show cruel smiles of their own. Just then Chelsea laughs into the mic causing Seth to flinch but he doesn't dare take his eyes from the four men in front of him.

Chelsea Armstrong: I told you Seth…Our boys always do as told…but I also told you we had one more attack. I'm sure you've figured out that last name on the list is yours but I bet you haven't made one last connection… With every attack a new member has joined. Do you know what that means?

Letting out another laugh Seth turns to face Chelsea only to be taken out with a hard hit by Hyena who has just slid out from under the ring. Seth manages to get to his feet with a bit of help from the steel ring steps only to get hit with a “Rude Awakening” Superkick right to the jaw from Michaels which floors Seth. Michaels crouches down beside Seth and looks into the camera lens and sinisterly smiles. He stands back up as Richards picks Seth up and press slams him back into the ring. In the ring Seth manages to get back to his feet only to get blasted with a running Bicycle kick from Aeryn.

Zach Davis: Wow The Demon's Kiss from Miss Carter...

Freddy Whoa: Why did you call her Miss Carter?

Zach Davis: You know she's a trained Black Belt in Brazilian Jiu-jitsu and is also a from pro wrestler right?

Freddy Whoa: Whoa...

Meanwhile back at ringside, Richards, MacNeill, Hyena and Omega slide back in the ring and surround the fallen Seth while Michaels slides into the ring as well but Aeryn walks over to him and plants a seductive kiss on his lips.

Zach Davis: Whoa indeed!

Richards and MacNeill drag Seth back to his feet lifting and restraining him by his shoulders as Chelsea slaps Seth right across the face with the slap echoing around the arena. Omega looks at Seth turns away for a second before turning back towards Seth and spitting red mist right in his eyes which causes Seth to scream in pain until out of no where Chase almost breaks Seth in two with a Bitter Conclusion spear.

Zach Davis: Seth really needs some help out here!

Freddy Whoa: Well why don't you go in there and help out our boss... Yeah just as thought...

Back in the ring Chelsea who has lifted the baseball bat up, walks over to Seth who has been dragged to his feet by Richards and MacNeill and lifts his head up by his chin with the tip of the baseball bat.

Chelsea Armstrong: You could of avoided all of this! But it's too late now!

Chelsea nods to MacNeill and Richards as they lift Seth up into a double crucifix powerbomb position and as they go to slam Seth down Omega who has climbed the turnbuckle comes off the top rope and nails a flying neck breaker and as this is happen Chelsea jumps up and nails a modified backstabber where she drives her knees perpendicular to Seth into his lower back. As split second after they land Chelsea and Omega get out of the way as Hyena who has climbed the turnbuckle and nails a moonsault to Seth and a split second later Michaels comes crashing down into Seth with a high angle senton bomb off of the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: My god!

As Seth lays collapsed on the mat, Hyena snatches a microphone. He stops for a moment to stare down Omega, who just calmly stares back.

Freddy Whoa: Got to wonder about that.

Zach Davis: I would never have called it. How did Chelsea bring these two volatile guys onto the same page?

Hyena smirks and breaks off, casually resting against the turnbuckle, turning his glare to Seth.

Hyena: You know, I've been dismissed, blown off, ignored by most everybody who thinks he knows something, Seth. Doesn't bother me, really. I'm used to it. But you? Well, Seth, there's something about you that just pisses me off!!!

Hyena screamed out that last part.

Hyena: I beat Oblivion in the upset match of the century, and what do you call it? A fucking fluke. I'd like to see you get slammed onto steel chairs and call coming back from that a fucking fluke! I can take being dismissed, but when a supposedly shrewd guy like yourself gets me into a contract with WCF and then won't allow me to do what I do best, what I was brought here to do, that makes me feel like I'm on a chain.

Hyena dropped down to the mat, screaming viciously at Seth's semiconscious face.

Hyena: Do I LOOK like someone you can put a chain on, you fucking lepton? Try to cage me, try to cage anyone of us, I don't care who you are, I will break you in half!

Hyena gets up and snarls into the microphone, circling around the downed Seth.

Hyena: Because it's like I always used to say, when you dance with the Devil, Seth, you'd better wait for the song to stop.

Chelsea has a sinister smile on her face as she's handed the microphone by Hyena.

Chelsea Armstrong: This message goes out to not just to Seth and the competitors in the back but to everyone in WCF...The Pack is here... It's our time now! And you mess with any of us and this is the price you pay!

Chelsea looks down at Seth before she drops the microphone and stands with Michaels, Aeryn, Omega, Richards, MacNeill and Hyena as they all stand in the ring with sinister smiles on their faces with Seth laying fallen in front of them as the crowd proceeds to rain down a mixture of boos and cheers on with Cynics and Critics by Icon for Hire blasting through the speakers.

People's Title Contendership Match
Deuce Murdock vs Steeltoe Joe

Zach Davis: Welcome back to the program. During the commercial break, we have been joined by both Chelsea Armstrong and Alex Richards, who will be both competing for the People's Title later this evening.

Chelsea Armstrong: Don't worry Zach. I'm not out here to shake up the announce team again.

Alex Richards: Why not? You take out Zach and maybe they'll hire us full time as announcers.

Chelsea Armstrong: I don't see how that's a good thing.

Freddy Whoa: You taking out Zach. I see that as a good thing. So why are you guys out here?

Alex Richards: We are out here to see just who is number three in the People's hearts.

Chelsea Armstrong: Number three? I think you are giving Deuce and Steeltoe Joe too much credit.

Freddy Whoa: Let's not forget the attack on Steeltoe Joe earlier tonight. It was a vicious beating that was laid down on Steeltoe Joe by Gravedigger earlier.

Chelsea Armstrong: Guess he mouthed off to the wrong person.

Born in the U.S.A. by Bruce Springsteen begins to play, as the American flag starts flying on the big screen and smoke starts to fill the ramp area. The crowd pops loudly as he enters the arena.

Zach Davis: I would have thought you guys would be more angry at each other before your people's title match.

Chelsea Armstrong: Why would we be mad at each other? People like the Vapor Kings or Pantheon would like that. We aren't breaking up over a title match.

Alex Richards: Besides we're bonding over watching Murdoch and Joe destroy each other! You guys have any popcorn?

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from The Borderland. Weighing in at 245 pounds, "GONZO" DEUCE MURDOCK!!!

He is dressed basically in his street clothes, with the flag of the United States draped over his shoulders. He has a camera in one hand, and a microphone in his other hand. He talks into the microphone, as he continues to pan around with the camera. When he gets into the ring, he climbs the steps and launches himself over the top rope into the ring, as he raises the flag over his shoulders and SPINS around in the middle of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Murdock may have just walked out here to walk right back into the locker room.

Zach Davis: And he does not look happy about it. This was a guy that, for most of War, he had a look on his face like he was the happiest guy in the ring.

Freddy Whoa: He had a lot to be happy about. Although I'm sure you guys don't remember him fondly.

Alex Richards: Oh, I remember him fondly. I eliminated him after he kicked Chels...

Chelsea gives Alex a dirty look, as the arena goes dark, the entrance and stage area start to flicker with neon blue and white lights as "Cells" by the Sevant begins to slowly play through the PA system. Fog fills the entrance area, but Steeltoe Joe does not make an appearance. Murdock sits on the top of a turnbuckle, as the music and smoke fill the arena. After a few minutes, the music stops, the lights return to normal, and the smoke dissipates. The referee calls for the bell, as Murdock looks dejected in the middle of the ring. The referee begins to count...

1...

2...

Chelsea Armstrong: Wow. What a great match. Why did I leave the locker room again?

3...

Alex Richards: To see what shit looks like on top of a turnbuckle? You know, Deuce?

4...

5...

The crowd suddenly begins to pop, as Steeltoe Joe has made his way to the top of the ramp inside of the arena. His head is bandaged, and he appears to be walking gingerly to the ring, holding his ribs as he goes. Murdock jumps off of the turnbuckle and forces the referee to stop the count.

Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe is insane to want to compete tonight!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! And after the beating he took from Digger earlier tonight?

Chelsea Armstrong: Ugh, this guy... He's too stupid to die.

Steeltoe Joe gets inside of the ring, and Deuce just shakes his head.

Zach Davis: And what is this?

Freddy Whoa: Murdock doesn't want to fight Joe, but Joe is egging him on! He's calling for the bell!

The bell rings, as Alex Richards reaches over and smacks the bell with an oversized mallet he's produced from God knows where. Murdock continues to pace in the ring away from Joe, as Joe continues to egg him on.

Zach Davis: Murdock doesn't want to engage! Joe's battered and beaten from earlier, and Murdock doesn't want the scraps!

Alex Richards: Oh, just kick him in the head, already!

Steeltoe Joe engages in a grapple with Murdock, who pushes him off, as Murdock yells at Joe. Joe slaps Murdock, who responds with...

Zach Davis: Drop Toe Hold! Into what he calls "The Phantom Itch"!

Freddy Whoa: What in the hell kind of move is THAT!?

Alex and Chelsea say nothing, as they look on watching Joe struggle against the devastating hold, as Murdock yells audibly.

Deuce Murdock: GIVE IT UP, JOE! DON'T MAKE ME FUCKIN' HURT YOU!

Steeltoe makes it to the ropes for a break, but Murdock doesn't let go right away, instead adding leverage on the hold while the referee counts up to four, before Murdock releases the hold and backs away, as Chelsea and Alex add...

Chelsea Armstrong: Just put him out of his misery, already.

Alex Richards: My thoughts exactly.

Steeltoe manages to get back to his feet, as Murdock stands awaiting him. Steeltoe leaps at him, only to catch a Chuck Norris Special right between the eyes. Joe falls down, and doesn't move. Murdock points at the referee and tells him to start counting.

Chelsea Armstrong: You know boys, it doesn't really matter who wins this match because when they go up against the Sweet Nightmare they won't even dream of having a chance.

Alex Richards: Wait a sec. Who says you're going to be the champion. I could be the champion.

Chelsea Armstrong: And you would make a great People's champion. If you weren't facing me Alex.

Alex Richards: You're right about half of that. I will make a great people's champion.

Chelsea Armstrong: Maybe someday.

Alex Richards: You never know when someday is Blue Lady.

Chelsea Armstrong: Not today.

The referee counts...

1...

2...

3...

Freddy Whoa: Why doesn't he pin him? This is ridiculous!

Zach Davis: Murdock didn't want this match. Not like this, and he's putting as much distance between it and himself. He practically kicked a helpless man in the face, and he doesn't look thrilled about it.

7...

8...

Chelsea Armstrong: I've seen enough. How about you?

Alex Richards: Yeah...

Both get up from the announcing table, and walk to the ring. Murdock addresses both Richards and Armstrong from the ring. He gestures to his foot, then gestures to both of them a kicking motion. Both of them stop in front of the ring, and Richards makes a few gestures of his own, as both of them blow him off and walk up the ramp.

Zach Davis: WAIT! BEHIND MURDOCK!

Steeltoe Joe rolls Deuce up from behind!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Freddy Whoa: JOE GETS THE WIN OUT OF NOWHERE!

Zach Davis: NOT out of nowhere! Chelsea and Richards distracted Deuce, we didn't even see Joe get back in the ring and neither did he!

Joe rolls away, still hurt, but victorious. Murdock gets to his feet and is livid. Richards and Chelsea are laughing from the ramp and Deuce yells at them from the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Well, they better remember that now they'll have to face Joe for the People's Title eventually, one of them.

Zach Davis: And they'll also have to face the wrath of Deuce Murdock.

Deuce continues yelling as we go to commercial.

Livewire Interview

Freddy Whoa: Well I had the opportunity to interview both of the participants in the Hardcore Title match coming up this week, and I gotta say. Both of these men are ready, despite what one another says about each other, they both are definitely ready to break each other open.

Zach Davis: On any other night this match would be the main event. But we happen to have a World Title defense between Corey Black and Ice Beckman closing the show. Slam 300 is certainly event and right after we had that incredible event last week in WAR!

Freddy Whoa: Damn right. This is WCF, this isn’t where a bunch of babies play. This is where the big boys play. And talking about big boys, we’ve got… Grayson Pierce? Who told me to do say that segue, it doesn’t work at all. Pierce is relatively small… whatever. Hank Brown is interviewing Livewire backstage right now. Hank?

Hank Brown: Thank you, Freddy and Zach. I’m here with the challenger for the hardcore championship Grayson Pierce the Livewire. You earned this title shot at your first pay per view, Ultimate Showdown. You’ve been waiting for this match for over 2 months, do you think you’re ready for it?

Livewire: How could I not be. It’s all I’ve thought of. I dream about it, I think about it wh…

***PIMP SLAP!***

From out of nowhere Steve Orbit comes and slaps the shit out of Pierce knocking him into the wall. He starts laying boots into him as he’s pinned against the wall. One kick Pierce catches, and Orbit looks stunned. Gray uses Steve’s leg to get up to his feet and lunges forward with a short arm clothesline using Orbit’s leg and then lands on top of him and starts delivering mounted punches.

Orbit rolls over and ends up on top and delvers mounted punches of his own. Then Livewire uses both his feet to kick Orbit off of him causing him to land on his feet. Livewire kips up and drives a shoulder into Orbit and drives him through a locker room door reading ‘Unnamed Stable.’ The camera shows Jay Omega, Alex Richards and Chelsea Armstrong watching the show on television eating popcorn.

Jay Omega: Oh shit, they’re in someone’s locker room now!

Alex Richards: This is fucking awesome!

Chelsea Armstrong: Um… guys.

Jay Omega: Are you watching this?

Alex Richards: Fuck yea, I am!

Chelsea Armstrong: Guys! Turn around!

Jay and Richards nonchalantly turn around and continue eating their popcorn and watching Orbit and Livewire brawl in their locker room.

Jay Omega: Front row seats, bitches!

Alex Richards: RIP HIS HEAD OFF!

Chelsea Armstrong: Who are you cheering for?

Alex Richards: Does it matter?

Orbit powers up and pushes Livewire out of the room to the collective grown from the Unnamed Stable and the two continue exchanging blows in the hallway of the backstage area. The scene then cuts back to Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! These two couldn’t wait for their match to begin I guess.

Zach Davis: I hope someone goes out there and stops this carnage.

Freddy Whoa: Fuck that; let it happen. I’m sure we’ll be getting back to that later, until then let’s get to the next part of our show.

Hardcore Match
Zombie McMorris vs Night Rider

The lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a hardcore match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the Dark Side of Hell, weighing in at three-hundred and thirty-five pounds... here is NIGHT RIDER!!

A cold hatred burns in his eyes as he steps through the ropes and waits for his opponent.

Zach Davis: This is Night Rider's return to Slam and his return to singles competition. We saw him compete in WAR last week, his first appearance in WCF in several months. He fared pretty well for himself. Looks like he hasn't lost that desire to compete.

Freddy Whoa: Night has been going through some tough times in his personal life, but he hasn't let that slow him down. I think this could be the best version of Night Rider that we've ever seen, Zach.

"God's Gonna Cut You Down " by Johnny Cash hits the PA system.

Zach Davis: What the hell is this? Buddy Roman is waddling onto the stage, but why?

Freddy Whoa: To spit hot fire like he always do, Zach. What you thankin, son?

Buddy pulls a microphone from the pocket of his tailored suit jacket and lifts the mic to his greasy, spittle-covered lips.

Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, my name...

Crowd: IS BUDDY ROMAN!

Buddy Roman: Night, Night, Night... why'd you come back, my son? You didn't have to do this to yourself. You didn't WANT to do this to yourself. You wanted to stand toe to toe with MY client, The Evil Incarnate, and throw down in a hardcore match? No. You did not want that. Who put you up to this, Rider? Was it Seth, that damned Lerchuminati conspiring bastard? Was it John Stamos? That greasy haired punk.

Suddenly, a Cheshire grin crosses Buddy's pudgy mug.

Buddy Roman: No, no. I know who it was, Rider. It was that hot piece of poon Denise. She kicked you out of the house, didn't she? Told ya to stop eating Cheetos all day, get off the couch, and get back to work. I can see you put on a few pounds since the last time we saw ya, Night.

Buddy exaggerates his own protruding belly and pats it in a mocking fashion, while Night gets angrier and angrier inside of the ring. Night points at Buddy, verbally threatens him, but Buddy feels safe from his position at the mouth of the entrance ramp.

Buddy Roman: Don't get angry, Night. I'm just telling the truth. Everybody knows that Denise wears the pants in your relationship.

Crowd: OOOOOOHHHH!!

Night finally grabs a mic from ringside.

Night Rider: Instead of running your mouth from all the way out there, Buddy, why don't you march your fat ass down to this ring and get the beating that you deserve, you coward?!

The crowd erupts in cheers; they like that suggestion from Night Rider! Buddy waves it off with his hand and shakes his head NO.

Buddy Roman: Nah, nah, nah. You're not getting off that easy, Night. You've got a date with MY client, and I do believe--

Buddy checks his watch.

Buddy Roman: Yes, indeed. It's just about that time.

Without warning, ZMAC crawls out from under the ring and ambushes Night Rider from behind in classic Honey Badger fashion.

Zach Davis: ZMAC was lying in wait under the ring that entire time! How long has he been under there: hours, days?

Freddy Whoa: I think he lives under there, Zach. The man is homeless.

Zach Davis: Nah, nah, he lives in a dumpster, Freddy, everybody knows that. This was a cheap ploy, a set-up by that damned lecherous and conniving Buddy Roman.

Freddy Whoa: The ref is shrugging his shoulders, Zach. He'd love to reprimand Zombie, but this match is hardcore rules. Disqualifications do not apply. The ref is powerless!

Senior referee Zip Wingdinger shrugs his shoulders and calls for the bell to officially start the match.

DING DING!!!

ZMAC plunders Night Rider with an assortment of weapons, including a pool cue, a stop sign and a trash can lid-- ZMAC whips Rider into the ropes, hits a drop toe hold, and plants Night face first into the base of the trash can itself.

Zach Davis: ZMAC is off to a quick and violent start against Night Rider.

Freddy Whoa: ZMAC just shellacked Rider over the head with that pool cue, snapping the cue in half. Then he raked Night's eyes-- with an actual garden rake!

Zach Davis: The Coked Up Mad Man has come to fight! Night Rider could be blinded.

Freddy Whoa: Probably a good thing. I head Denise don't be lookin too hot when she first wake up in the mornin'. Dat's da trouble wit bein' a thousand years old and such.

ZMAC attempts another whip into the ropes, but Rider reverses the momentum and blasts ZMAC with a short-arm clothesline.

Zach Davis: Karate chop! Karate chop! Again--Karate chop! Night Rider is unloading on ZMAC with those Karate chops!

Freddy Whoa: He lookin like Fresh Prince's kid out there, Zach. That's pretty dope stuff for a white boy. YO! Rider just threw some white powder in ZMAC's eyes!

ZMAC instinctively tries to snort the white powder, but finds that he can't get high off of it-- it's not cocaine, just regular powder. Blinded, ZMAC stumbles about the ring while Rider measures him and...

Zach Davis: Thrust kick by Rider knocks ZMAC into the corner! Rider charges in and hits a forearm smash. He calls out to his fans now and they respond in unison!

Crowd: RI-DER!!! RI-DER!!! RI-DER!!!

ZMAC staggers out of the corner in a beat up heap and walks right into the waiting clutches of Night Rider, who flings The Honey Badger to the mat with a sickeningly stiff belly-to-belly suplex onto ZMAC's extensive collection of rare and vintage hubcaps. ZMAC's entire body quivers from the pain as his spine meets the cold, American chrome of those hubcaps.

Zach Davis: Night Rider ain't messing around! He came to fight and he's bringing it to the Coked Up Mad Man!

Night points to the top rope and makes the throat slitting gesture as he scales the turnbuckles.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I think Night is goin' for that Guillotine flying clothesline of his. WHOA AGAIN! Zach, did you see that? ZMAC just stomped his boot onto the mat. I think he's loading up!

Zach Davis: This could be bad news!

Rider flies off the top rope looking for his Guillotine, but ZMAC lifts his boot and clocks Night right in the face with it.

Zach Davis: Loaded big boot to the face!

Freddy Whoa: Das legal too, Zach. Totally legal in a hardcore match. See? I know my rights and sheet, mang. Don't funk wit me.

ZMAC stumbles to his feet and grabs the nearest steel chair. He lies in wait for Rider to get to his feet and when Rider does--

Zach Davis: Chair shot to the skull by Zombie McMorris! Night could be concussed after that vicious chair shot!

ZMAC lays Rider to waste with several more chair shots to the head before rolling the Angel of Death onto his back for the pin attempt.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR--NO!!!

Zach Davis: Night Rider kicked out!

Freddy Whoa: ZMAC made a beeline for that bullrope in the corner, Zach. I think he gonna lynch Rider. Racist, undead, cokehead mofo.

ZMAC snatches the bullrope from the corner and begins to strangle Night Rider with it. Rider gasps for air while his face turns beet red from asphyxiation. ZMAC snarls, froth forming at his lips, Buddy Roman screaming instructions from ringside with a mouthful of tuna on rye with the deli mustard.

Zach Davis: Things look bleak for Night Rider. ZMAC might choke the life out of him with that bullrope.

Freddy Whoa: Rider ain't givin' up doe. He fightin' wit every fiber of hisself. Fight da powah, Night!

Night Rider unloads with a massive hamhock of an elbow into ZMAC's gut and he does not relent-- he rounds off another dozen elbows and slowly, slowly, slowly ZMAC loosens his grip on the bullrope. From out of nowhere, Rider finds a burst of energy and drops ZMAC with a scoop powerslam.

Zach Davis: Rider found the will! He broke free of that bullrope and he dropped ZMAC flat on his arse!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA TIMES THREE, MY WIGGA ZACH!

Rider gets to his feet, pulls the bullrope off of his neck, and fashions it into a custom noose to fit snugly around ZMAC's neck.

Zach Davis: Rider is giving ZMAC a taste of his own medicine!

Freddy Whoa: Buddy Roman be protestin' to the ref, sayin' this be crossin' the bounds of good taste and the spirit of competition. But from where I sit, what's good for the goose be good for the gander and sheet, ya heard?

Zach Davis: Yeah, I heard that, Freddy!

Freddy Whoa: Racist, white cracker mofo, Zach.

ZMAC tries to break free from his noose, tries to weather the storm and retaliate. He does create some space and charge at Rider, but Night back body drops ZMAC over the top rope while holding onto the bullrope, effectively lynching ZMAC in front of the sellout crowd at Bank of America Arena.

Zach Davis: ZMAC is hanging from that bullrope, feet elevated from the floor. He's literally being lynched by Night Rider! OOF!

Freddy Whoa: Dis be da most racist sheet I ever seen, mang.

Buddy Roman, sensing that his client is in trouble, slithers into the ring and sneaks up behind Night.

Zach Davis: What the hell does Buddy Roman have in mind?

Freddy Whoa: He whacked dat cracka in da nuts, Zach! Night is down!

As Night drops to his knees to cup his groin with his hands, he lets go of the bullrope, dropping ZMAC to the floor in an ungraceful though welcomed manner for The Honey Badger.

Zach Davis: Ugh. Damn you, Buddy Roman!

Freddy Whoa: He's lookin' out for his client, Zach. Makin' dat cheedah. Don't be a hater.

Zach Davis: What right does Buddy Roman have to interfere in the match just because it's hardcore rules-- What the hell did Roman just pull out of his pocket?

Freddy Whoa: Knux! Dem's dem brass knux, Zach! He slipped 'em to ZMAC!

A groggy ZMAC climbs into the ring, searching frantically for a bump of coke, but it's nowhere to be found. The brass knux will have to do. ZMAC loads up on the knux and clocks Rider in the skull with them. Rider is down and out. ZMAC isn't done-- he takes his place in the corner of the ring and waits for Rider to begin stirring. When Rider gets to his hands and knees, ZMAC charges and hits his punt kick.

Zach Davis: BOOT PARTY! That's all she wrote for Night Rider!

ZMAC pins.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE--

NO!!!

SHOULDER UP!!!

The crowd explodes with cheers as Rider gets his shoulder up just before the three count, and the ref confirms it was only two.

Crowd: RI-DER!!! RI-DER!!! RI-DER!!!

Zach Davis: He's fighting for Denise! He's fighting for these fans! He's fighting to prove he's still got what it takes to be a superstar in this company!

ZMAC shows no mercy to Rider and his feel-good story as he unloads with a dispensary of stomps and knees about the head and torso. ZMAC shoots off the ropes for another Boot Party, but Rider rolls out of the way and ZMAC whiffs on the kick. Rider grapples ZMAC in the blink of an eye and plants The Honey Badger with a belly-to-belly slam.

Zach Davis: He got him! Rider just slammed ZMAC to the mat! What a comeback! Can he finish off The Evil Incarnate and earn himself a huge victory here at Slam 300?

ZMAC hobbles to his feet and walks into a side suplex from the Angel of Death. Night Rider signals that he's going up top.

Zach Davis: I think Rider's gonna try that Guillotine again!

Rider flies off the ropes just as ZMAC gets to his feet and clobbers The Evil Incarnate with a flying clothesline.

Zach Davis: He hit it! Rider just guillotined ZMAC!

Rider pins.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE--

NO!!!

KICK OUT!!!

ZMAC reaches into his boot and tries to grab his chloroform rag, but Rider swats it from his hand and whacks him over the head with a stop sign. ZMAC retaliates with a crowbar shot to the groin and another across the skull.

Zach Davis: ZMAC had that crowbar tucked inside of his boot! How does he walk around like that?

Freddy Whoa: ZMAC be doin' dat crip walk, son.

ZMAC drags Rider into the corner.

Freddy Whoa: Look like ZMAC got dat bump of coke after all.

Zach Davis: Yeah, yeah, he's got new life after nearly being pinned!

Freddy Whoa: Buddy a good manager. He take care of his client.

Zach Davis: ZMAC is going for that Deuce and a Half dump out piledriver-- and there's a table positioned outside of the ring that I think is gonna serve as his landing pad! He's got Rider up!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA WHOA WHOA! Rider reversed the position-- he got ZMAC now! He lookin for that Drop of Death DDT... WHOA WHOA NO NO! ZMAC got position again-- DEUCE AND A HALF THROUGH THE TABLE!! Rider is down and out!

ZMAC pins.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

DING DING!!!

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner... ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!!!

Zach Davis: ZMAC wins it! What a match to showcase these two hardcore brawlers on Slam 300! Great victory for The Evil Incarnate!

Freddy Whoa: That was crazy, yo. He dropped Rider through that table like it wuddn't no thang. Like a boss!

ZMAC rises from the table wreckage and does another bump of coke. The celebration is on. He climbs into the crowd and leaves Buddy at ringside to taunt the fans and soak in the glory of another victory.

Meanwhile, Rider wakes up and climbs to his feet, wondering what the hell just happened. He shakes his head in disappointment and grits his teeth in pain as the fans offer their encouragement.

Deuce Murdock/Johnny Reb Segment

Deuce is outside, smoking a doobie, rather content with himself. He's leaning on a railing just outside of the parking garage, while he blows smoke rings, before blowing other jets of smoke through the circles he creates. He all of a sudden hears the door open behind him, and Deuce tucks the joint behind his back, while he turns to see that Johnny Reb has a joint of his own in his mouth, and he's trying to light it.

They both look at each other apprehensively, before Murdock pulls out his own joint and takes a pull. Johnny smiles, as he lights his own joint and joins Murdock at the rail, saying...

Johnny Reb: Hell, I reckoned I was the only one knew 'bout this spot...

Deuce Murdock: Not so much. This building and I have history. Lots of it.

There is a moment of reflective silence as both men fill their lungs with pungent smoke.

Johnny Reb: So how 'bout that War match? Hell of a thing, wasn't it?

Deuce Murdock: You can say that again.

Johnny Reb: Hell of a thing, wasn't it?

Gonzo just looks over at Johnny Reb and chuckles a bit, when Gonzo says...

Deuce Murdock: You want to trade? Weed?

Johnny Reb: Sure...

Both men trade dope, and they each sample each others wares. Gonzo coughs and hacks, while Johnny handles Gonzo's weed with better results. Johnny says...

Johnny Reb: Damn...that's smooth. And strong. Shit.

Deuce Murdock: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT? OH MY GOD!

Johnny Reb: Oh, yeah... I pulled that from somewhere else.

Deuce Murdock: What? From your ass? I mean, it gets the job done, but at what cost?

Johnny Reb: It's a long story...

Deuce Murdock: Let's trade back...

Johnny Reb: But I like this shit. You got any more?

Deuce Murdock: Look who you're talking to...

As Deuce and Johnny talk weed shop, the door behind them pops open and out comes Jahani al-Reb, with a cigarette in his mouth and a Zippo ready to light it up. He suddenly smells the air, and sees the two of them just chilling by the rail. He just shakes his head, as he lights up what looks to be a very expensive cigarette. The three men look at each other; Jahani's eyes narrow, but he opts to ignore the other two for now.

The Inveterate One, on the other hand, is feeling magnanimous. He walks over and offers al-Reb a doobie. The Baghdadi Mack stares at him, indignant... and then slaps the burning joint out of Johnny's hand. Without comment, he drops his cigarette, turns on his heel, and walks back inside. Reb and Murdock exchange a glance.

Deuce Murdock: Asshole.

Johnny Reb: No shit. At least we know one thing.

Deuce Murdock: What's that?

Johnny Reb: Me an' him ain't the same dude after all. If'n we was, the whole universe woulda folded up like spacetime origami just then.

Deuce Murdock: You're insane, aren't you?

The Inveterate Confederate turns an enigmatic smile on Murdock, then hands him a plastic baggie and walks away without further comment.

The New Confederacy vs Jay Omega/Cormack MacNeill

Zach Davis: It's now time for some tag team action as the New Confederacy gets set to take on the unorthodox teaming of Jay Omega and Cormack MacNeill.

Freddy Whoa: Weird is the word I'd use. They were dressed as pirates during the People's Championship match earlier, for crying out loud.

"Renegade" by Styx begins to play over the PA system as Johnny Reb and Doc Henry step out onto the stage. Images of past matches play on the 'Tron, while both men make their way down the ramp, working the crowd at ringside.

Kyle Steel: Now approaching the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred fifty pounds; Doc Henry and Johnny Reb... THE NEW CONFEDERACY!

Doc mounts the ring steps in a dignified manner, while Johnny slips through the ropes. Both men take a moment to pose for the fans before going to their corner to await the bell.

Zach Davis: The New Confederacy are former Tag Team Champions, and a well-oiled machine in the ring. Reb and Henry know each other so well it's almost as if they have one mind.

Freddy Whoa: Be that as it may, Omega and MacNeill are an unpredictable pair. It'll be interesting to see how well they work together.

"Cynics and Critics" by Icon for Hire begins to play, and The Omega Man, Jay Omega steps out onto the stage, followed by Cormack MacNeill; both men still dressed in their pirate gear from earlier. They stand at the top of the ramp for a moment, surveying the crowd.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents, at a combined weight of five hundred one pounds; representing the Pack... JAY OMEGA AND CORMACK MACNEILL!

Omega and MacNeill stride down to the ring, Omega slapping hands along the way, then Cormack climbs up the steps and through the ropes, while Omega rolls under the bottom rope, and tosses the United States Championship to the referee as he stands. MacNeill and Omega stand in their corner opposite Doc and Johnny, where Cormack sets his stuffed parrot carefully on the mat and Omega removes his captain's hat with attached curly black wig, then the two play Rock, Paper, Scissors to determine who starts the match.

(DING DING DING!)

Zach Davis: And it looks like Cormack MacNeill will begin the match against Johnny Reb. A clear size advantage goes to MacNeill here.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but the speed advantage goes to Johnny. And as we've seen in the past, speed can overcome size and power under the right circumstances.

MacNeill and Johnny lock up, and Cormack quickly takes the advantage by forcing Reb down to one knee. The Scotsman transitions to a side headlock, then starts firing off shots to the top of Reb's skull. Johnny returns fire with a few punches to the kidneys to loosen MacNeill's grip, then slips out the back with a hammerlock. The Inveterate One puts a foot against the back of Cormack's knee and forces him to kneel, then releases the hammerlock to grab MacNeill's head, and drives him to the mat with a short bulldog. Reb scrambles to his feet and starts laying the boots to the back of Cormack's head, but the big man shakes off the kicks, and powers to his feet. MacNeill then gives a mighty shove to Johnny, which sends him sprawling into his own corner. With a look of surprise, Reb tags in Doc, then steps out onto the apron.

Zach Davis: Tag made, and now Doc Henry is in.

Freddy Whoa: And the Southern Rogue takes it right to Cormack with a series of right hands!

Cormack reels from the rapid-fire string of punches sent his way by Henry, but overcomes his initial surprise in time to block and strike back with a haymaker of his own that cuts Doc's momentum short. A kick low in the gut doubles Henry over, and MacNeill takes him by the hair and tights, then runs him shoulder first through the Pack turnbuckles into the steel ringpost and makes a tag to Omega. Jay vaults over the ropes into the ring, and he and Cormack pull Doc out of the corner then plant him in the middle of the ring with a double belly to back suplex. Omega rolls into a cover as MacNeill exits the ring.

One...

And Henry kicks out at one. Omega doesn't waste time arguing with the ref, instead he springs to his feet and hits the ropes. Jay comes back with a full head of steam as Henry rolls over and pushes himself to one knee, and Doc takes a low dropkick to the side of the head, putting him right back on the mat.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That'll loosen some teeth!

Zach Davis: Indeed it would, Freddy. That was a hard impact from that running dropkick, and it may have turned out Doc Henry's lights!

Omega presses the attack by kipping to his feet, then dropping a knee across the back of Henry's head. Jay rolls through and rises to his feet, then grabs a handful of Doc's hair and starts to pull him up. Henry reacts on instinct and delivers a jawbreaker to create some space, then shuffles toward Johnny on his knees with his arm outstretched. Omega shakes his head to clear it, and spots his opponent about to tag out. Jay closes the distance quickly and nails a Shining Wizard from the side, but as Doc falls forward, Reb stretches over the ropes and barely makes contact with Henry's now-limp hand. The ref counts it as a tag, and Johnny hops into the ring to stand face to face with Omega. Jay smiles beneath his fake moustache, and extends a hand Reb. Johnny eyes it warily for a moment, then shakes Omega's hand in a show of good sportsmanship before the two lock up.

Zach Davis: The Inveterate Confederate and The Omega Man displaying that friendship transcends business.

Freddy Whoa: Only sometimes, Zach. For the right prize, you can bet anyone on the roster would stab his own mother in the back.

Zach Davis: True enough, Freddy. Some of them would do it for any reason at all. Logan springs to mind as an excellent example.

Reb and Omega jockey for position for a moment, before Johnny lands a knee strike to Jay's ribs, followed by a bridging Northern Lights suplex. Omega bridges up out of the pin before the ref can get into position, and in an impressive display of athleticism, rises slowly to his feet while still clutching Johnny's torso. Jay spins the two of them around and quickly tries for a powerbomb, but Johnny reverses it into a Frankensteiner that throws Omega almost all the way to one of the neutral corners. Jay pulls himself up along the turnbuckles, and turns to face the inside the ring just in time to see Reb flying at him with a clothesline. Johnny backs out of the corner as Omega staggers toward him, then takes one of Jay's arms and wrings it. Reb climbs up to the top turnbuckle while still holding the arm and begins to walk along the rope, but Omega regains his wits, and kicks the rope out from under Johnny's feet, landing the Inveterate One in an awkward and painful position.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb in a bit of a predicament at the moment.

Freddy Whoa: That's definitely not good for a man's southern hemisphere.

Reb barely has a moment to wallow in his misfortune, as Omega hits him with an enzuigiri to the back of the head that topples him back into the ring. Jay begins to drag himself over to his corner, but doesn't get very far before Johnny has the same idea. Outside the ring Henry has opened a can of collard greens and chows down before he climbs back on the apron, stamps his foot and slaps at the top turnbuckle, itching to get back into the match and trying to get the crowd behind Johnny. On the other side, Cormack just waits patiently as he watches both legal men draw closer to their respective corners in small increments. Omega stretches out and makes the tag first, but before Cormack even gets one leg through the ropes Reb dives for Doc's outstretched hand, and the Southern Rogue quickly climbs into the ring. Henry meets MacNeill in the middle of the ring with a charging spear, then hammers away with a wild series of rights and lefts as the Scotsman does his best to cover up.

Zach Davis: Doc Henry seems to have found his second wind here. He's just brutalizing MacNeill with those punches.

Freddy Whoa: Ain't punches illegal in wrestling?

Zach Davis: Maybe in the indies and such, but here in the WCF the rulebook is more of a suggestion box.

Freddy Whoa: Well, that explains how Oblivion can get away with setting people on fire all the time.

Doc relents in his pummeling and hauls Cormack to his feet, then sets him up for the Gambler's Hand, but MacNeill throws a few elbows to break free. Henry stumbles in a circle clutching at his head, while Cormack shakes his to clear the cobwebs. Doc turns back to MacNeill just as the Scotsman's eyes focus, and with a great bellow, Cormack takes Henry to the canvas with a belly to belly suplex that shakes the ring. MacNeill pushes to his feet and shoots the ropes, while Doc flips over causing Cormack to jump over him and barrel across to the other side of the ring. Henry pops to his feet and hits the ropes MacNeill just came from, and the two come together in the center of the ring; Doc with an attempted spinning heel kick, and Cormack with a vicious Instant Hangover that connects with Henry's lower back. Doc spins out and crashes heavily to the mat, landing awkwardly on his shoulder and head.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Doc Henry is in all kinds of trouble after that kick!

Zach Davis: That he is, Freddy. Not just from the kick, but also the way he landed on his head is sure to cause some problems for the New Confederacy right now.

Freddy Whoa: Johnny's not looking too hot either, but he's in better shape than Doc. Henry needs to make a tag real soon.

Zach Davis: That might be a problem with the massive form of Cormack MacNeill blocking his path.

MacNeill pulls Doc up to his feet, then hooks in a double chickenwing. Cormack hoists Henry up into an elevated position, putting intense pressure on the arms, and begins to turn in place to show off the feat of strength. On the apron Omega, who had been slumped against the corner with his head resting on the turnbuckle, suddenly comes to life with a jolt and springboards to the top rope then into the ring to catch Doc by the head as MacNeill throws him forward, driving the Southern Rogue face first into the mat with a huge bulldog. Jay rolls to his feet as Cormack rolls Henry over, and Omega bolts for the New Confederacy's corner to club Johnny with a double axe handle as the Inveterate One tries to climb into the ring. MacNeill makes the cover on Doc, and Jay applies a kataha-jime hold to Johnny to keep him busy.

One...

Two...

Three!

(DING DING DING!)

Zach Davis: And that's that! An impressive first outing for the team of Cormack MacNeill and Jay Omega, particularly that addition of a springboard bulldog as Cormack was going for the Citadel on Henry.

Freddy Whoa: That was pretty awesome. And it put The Omega Man in the right place to stop Johnny from breaking up the pin.

Once the bell rings, Omega releases his hold on Reb, then climbs to his feet and holds out his hand. Johnny reluctantly accepts and allows Jay to help him to his feet, when Cormack comes out of nowhere with an Instant Hangover for Reb that throws him into the turnbuckles. Omega turns on MacNeill with an expression of angry surprise, and Cormack says a few words in a low voice that sets Jay nodding reluctantly. Once sure the assault is finished, the ref raises both men's hands as "Cynics and Critics" plays again.

Zach Davis: That was uncalled for!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Omega agreed with you, but whatever Cormack had to say got them back on the same page. If they keep this up, it's only a matter of time before these guys earn themselves a shot at Pantheon's tag titles.

Straightjacket Match
Jeff Purse vs Kaz Mazy

Kyle Steel: The following contest is a STRAITJACKET MATCH! The first challenger to restrain their opponent in a straitjacket is the WINNER!

The song begins to blare throughout the arena as "The Crazy One" Kaz Mazy leaps out from behind the curtain, holding a straitjacket, and begins dancing on the stage to his entrance music, Sophia trailing a few paces behind him.

To be the best, you gotta pass the test
You gotta make it all the way
TO THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN!!!
YOU'RE THE BEST IN THE WORLD!!!

Kaz holds out his hands towards Sophia. Sophia looks him in the eyes as she takes it and the two head down the ramp, Kaz waving at the crowd like a mad man. They hit the ring and Kaz helps Sophia up to the apron then slides in underneath her. The two are in the ring now...

Freddy Whoa: This guy is fucking nuts. I'm surprised he's even wrestling tonight. Did you catch his promo? Apparently he's all germaphobic and shit.

Zach Davis: He's not germaphobic...he's a hypochondriac. Join the club, Kaz...no seriously, join the club. We meet every Thursday.

Kaz is in the ring calling for a microphone. A ringside assistant hands Kaz a microphone and he begins to address the crowd.

Kaz Mazy: Tonight is a big...big night for me. Coming off of War was an intense drug-like high...but they always come to an end, and you're forced to look for your next big match. Luckily, mine came in the form of the 300th edition of SUNDAY NIGHT SLAM!

The crowd pops.

Kaz Mazy: Tonight...I fight Jeff Purse, the Rapture...the man who's done claiming salvation and only wishes to purge the WCF of the blind, deaf, lame, and dumb...well, I say that's pretty FUCKED UP!

The crowd pops again.

Kaz Mazy: I say we deserve to be who we were born to be. If Purse and his group of Apocalyptic flunkies want to lay waste in God's name, well...they're going to have to go through me! I'm Kaz Mazy...and I was born to be crazy!

This is survival of the fittest
This is do or die
This is the winner takes it all
So take it all

Eminems "Survival" blares over the PA as Jeff Purse walks out from the back at stands at the top of the stage. He raises Father Terry Andrews over his head as the music kicks off.
Abaddon is right behind him, just standing with a black robe and shawl on over his face, looking menicing.

Wasn't ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared
I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there
From the beginning, it wasn't 'bout the ends

Kaz looks towards the stage as Sophia climbs out of the ring. He stands there for a moment awaiting his opponent...but nobody ever comes.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Where's Purse? He didn't back out did he?

Zach Davis: That's not like Purse...

Abbadon, carrying Father Andrews, walks out from behind the curtain to a look of confusion from Kaz. Father Terry Andrews begins to golf clap to the sight of Kaz standing in the ring. To a large pop from the crowd, Purse runs out from the crowd and slides into the ring. Sophia tries to warn Kaz, but it's too late. Purse nails Kaz with a tough double forearm knocking him down to the mat then begins pounding Kaz with kick after kick to the side. In the midst of the chaos, the referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Purse wastes no time and takes the sleeve of straitjacket that Kaz brought to the ring and wraps it around Kaz's throat. He puts his foot square on Kaz's back and begins wrenching the sleeve. Kaz's eyes pop out of his head as Jeff pulls and pulls, and Kaz begins to struggle.

Zach Davis: Oh good lord! This is sick!

Freddy Whoa: This IS a straitjacket match!

Purse frees Kaz and begins confining him in the straitjacket. Kaz wiggles and writhes...and eventually frees himself from Purse's grasp to an enormous pop from the crowd. Kaz kicks Purse in the chest and Purse stumbles back into the ropes. Kaz gets to his feet and grabs the straitjacket as Purse charges him. Kaz drops to his tummy and wraps the straitjacket around Purse's feet, tripping him and knocking him to the mat. Kaz begins to crawl on top of Purse and attempts to get the straitjacket over his head...but Purse brings his right elbow up into Kaz's head, knocking him backwards and off of Purse.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What an elbow!

Zach Davis: You hear the crowd?!

Crowd: ELBOWS! ELBOWS! ELBOWS!

Purse crawls quickly to the ropes and uses them to pull himself to his feet. Abbadon and Father Andrews are ringside whispering instructions into his ear now. Kaz recovers from the elbow and pulls himself to his feet, still holding the straitjacket. He drops it as Kaz and Purse begin circling each other in the ring. They lock up as – outside the ring – Abaddon and Father Andrews begin to approach Sophia. She turns just in time as they get closer to her. She tries to escape but Abaddon catches her with his free hand. Father Andrews mouth begins to move.

Terry Andrews: WHORE! GET THE WHORE!

Zach Davis: Can you hear what he's saying?

Freddy Whoa: That's fucked up, though.

Kaz is oblivious of what is happening outside of the ring as Jeff Purse now has him in a standing headlock. Kaz tries to wiggle free, but Jeff drops down to his knees and gains a leverage advantage over Kaz. Abaddon meanwhile has his hands around Sophia's arm, holding her in place. She screams for Kaz, but he is unable to do anything. Jeff Purse stands up and hit's Kaz in the face with a knee. Kaz bounds back, then Jeff irish whips him into the turnbuckle. As Kaz hits it, Jeff follows up with a plancha splash, then hits Kaz with a twisting neckbreaker, dropping him down to the mat. Jeff picks up the straitjacket and aims to put it on Kaz. He starts pulling a sleeve on Kaz, and outside Abaddon has Sophia completely under his hold. Father Andrews is now laughing, maniacally obviously.

Freddy Whoa: What are they trying to do to her?

Zach Davis: I don't know! Jeff has Kaz tied up...he can't even do anything!

Jeff now has both sleeves on Kaz, who is still dazed from hitting the mat. Jeff turns Kaz over, and they are now facing what is happening outside of the ring. Jeff starts to tie the straps on the back.

Sophia: KAAAZ!!!

Kaz is now red in the face, trying to wiggle free and escape from Jeff's grasp. The crowd begins to pop

Freddy Whoa: WAIT WHO'S THAT?!

Zach Davis: That's...That's Kaz's friend Wilmer!!!

Wilmer is now standing on the announce table. He leaps off of it and knocks Abaddon over. Sophia moves away from the crash as Abaddon, Father Andrews, and Wilmer all hit the floor. Father Andrews slips off of Abaddon's hand and rolls underneath the ring.

Zach Davis: Did that puppet just crawl under there?

Freddy Whoa: This is getting fucking weird dude.

Due to the interference of Kaz's friend, Kaz was able to find a burst of energy to slip out of the straitjacket all slick and shit. Kaz tosses the straitjacket away and it falls out of the ring. He and Jeff are now battling in the ring. Jeff hits Kaz with a dropkick and Kaz falls backwards into the turnbuckle. Jeff rushes and attempts to hit another plancha, but Kaz moves out of the way. He whips Jeff around...

Freddy Whoa: LUBRICATION TWIST!

Zach Davis: That came out of nowhere!!!

Kaz drops Jeff to the mat with his signature move, then climbs to the top turnbuckle. Kaz puts his hands to his mouth, and the crowd cheers along.

Kaz Mazy: WHY WON'T CANT LET ME?!

He hit's a gorgeous corkscrew shooting star press and lands right on top of Jeff! Sophia throws the straitjacket into the ring and Kaz catches and begins to tie Jeff in the damn thing.

Freddy Whoa: Is this it?!

Zach Davis: He's got one arm in the straitjacket...

Kaz slips the second one on Jeff's other arm.

Freddy Whoa: He's working on those straps now!

Zach Davis: HE DID IT! THATS THE LAST ONE!

DING DING DING!

The referee calls for the bell and the match ends. “To Be The Best” by Tenacious D begins to play throughout the arena.

Freddy Whoa: Kaz did it!

Zach Davis: He beat Jeff Purse!

Freddy Whoa: He might be fucking insane...but he's on a roll in the ring!

Zach Davis: Nobody can deny that this kid has chops.

Abaddon pulls Purse out of the ring. He carries Father Andrews under his arm and the three of them walk up the stage as Kaz, Wilmer, and Sophia begin to celebrate in the ring. Sophia plants a kiss on Kaz's lips as the scene fades out.

Steve Orbit/Livewire Segment

Scene cuts to backstage. Greyson Pierce and Steve Orbit are in the middle of a brawl. Pierce has Orbit doubled over and hits him with clubbing blows to the back, before slamming his head into the wall.

Greyson Pierce: That Hardcore belt is mine, Orbit!

Pierce grabs Orbit and walks him over towards some production equipment. He finds a microphone, picks it up, and begins to hammer Orbit in the head with it. Orbit is knocked off his feet. Livewire kicks him in the back. He pulls Orbit up again... but the Mack grabs some type of sound mixing board and rams it into Pierce. He rams it into Pierce one more time, doubling him over, and then Orbit tackles him into the wall.

Steve Orbit: You goin' down, punk!

The two men continue to brawl, trading right hands. Pierce whips Orbit through a door, and it's revealed to be a bathroom. Orbit slams Pierce's head into the sink counter-- Pierce rips the paper towel dispenser from the wall and cracks Orbit over the head with it. Orbit is dazed, and Pierce spears him through the bathroom stall! The camera continues to roll as both men are laid out in the destroyed stall, Orbit awkwardly bent over the toilet.

Cut back to ringside.

Freddy Whoa: Those two are gonna kill each other before the match even begins!

Zach Davis: Well, we all could have guessed that something like this would happen tonight. These two men have been at each other's throats all week.

Freddy Whoa: It's been two months, actually! But you're right, it's really intensified in the last week. Both of these guys will be looking for a big post-War victory-- but if Greyson wants that title, he's gotta make sure Orbit gets to the ring for the match! If one or both of them gets injured here, there will be no title shot, at least not tonight.

Zach Davis: I think this is about more than titles, Freddy. Things have gotten personal and they are here to settle it tonight... here's hoping they both make it to the match! They've been backstage fighting for a long while already, jeez.

Roy Speede vs Seifer Black

Zach Davis: Our following match is set to begin.

Freddy Whoa: Kyle Steel is in the ring with the match introductions.

The lights go out.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! THE LIGHTS ARE OUT!! THE LIGHTS ARE OUT!! WHOA!! The Bank of America Arena has gone completely dark!!

The screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena.

Mysterious voice: DEATH!! DEATH!! DEATH!!

Zach Davis: WHOA!! HOLY SMOKES!! THAT SCARED THE PROVERBIAL CRAP, RIGHT OUT OF ME!!

Freddy Whoa: You better check your shorts there, Zach. I smell something downright nasty!!

Mysterious voice: DEATH!! DEATH!! DEATH!!

Horrific imagery flashes across the screen.

Zach Davis: I'm freaking out Freddy!! Those images on the screen are putting my mind into a complete mind trip!!

Freddy Whoa: It'll be alright Zach. It will all end very shortly.

Zach Davis: I hope so. Because that Seifer Black is one twisted individual!!

Everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp.

Zach Davis: All this theatrics are really messing with my mind.

Blood proceeds to drip onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black... Suddenly Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers and from the smoke a hand reaches up with a black light lamp placing it on the stage as Seifer climbs out of the stage his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage. The Bank of America Arena shakes with thunderous boos.

Freddy Whoa: Here comes The Doomsday Prophet!!

Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-PAC... The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black.

Grabbing the light with his mouth he crawls through the smoke for a moment before standing up and taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, Seifer Black turns off the lamp and the ring is bathed in black light he leaps up onto the ring apron the light illuminating him again as he walks over to the turnbuckles climbing up placing one foot on the top turnbuckle, keeping one on the second turnbuckle, making the sign of the cross with his arms and tipping his head back before spitting luminous liquid in the air. The crowds throws insults towards Black. Leaping off the top turnbuckle into the ring as he hits the ground fire erupts from the turnbuckles and ground creating fire crosses on each side of the ring... As the fire fades the lights go back to normal and Seifer walks into the corner of the ring and sits there waiting for his opponent to arrive.

Zach Davis: It is obvious that Seifer Black has a very dark side.

Freddy Whoa: And these WCF fans also know that.

Zach Davis: During this match, so will Roy Speede know that too.

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

Freddy Whoa: Speaking of The Silver Lining, here he comes now

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. The Bank of America Arena erupts with explosive cheers. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.

Kyle Steel: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, Wrestling Championship Federation's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”

Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.

Zach Davis: With both competitors inside the ring....

[DING-DING!!]

Freddy Whoa: And now, this match is under way.

Both wrestlers circle the ring. Black slide lunges towards Speede, trying to grab for the legs of his opponent. Roy Speede smiles, as he points to his right temple, indicating he is too smart for that.

Zach Davis: It looks like that Roy Speede is letting Seifer Black that it's gonna take more than that to take down Roy Speede.

Speede and Black collide in the center of the ring. They lock up.

Zach Davis: It appears that both gentlemen are trying to gain an advantage.

Both men are tugging and pulling on one another trying to gain some kind of advantage, but neither one is allowing the other to get an upper hand.

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black pushes Roy Speede into the corner.

Zach Davis: WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser is there to control the actions of both competitors.

Stanley Moser: Alright!! You two know what to do. Black back off!! ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR...

Black backs away with his hands up.

SLAP!!

Crowd: Ouuuuu!!!

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black just slapped the face of Roy Speede.

Speede grabs the side of his face and charges at his opponent.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Black nails Speede in his mid-section with a boot.

WHOOSH!!

Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

REVERSAL!!

Speede reverses the suplex position and hooks the leg of his opponent.

Freddy Whoa: The Silver Lining Roy Speede is setting up Seifer Black with Fast Forward Spinning Fisherman Suplex.

Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOO!!

The Doomsday Prophet gets free. The crowd roars out heavy boos....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Snap-suplex!!

Speede arches his back. Speede takes a deep breath and somewhat relaxes as he gets up. Black screams out as he bounces off the ropes and connects with a thunderous lightning quick legdrop.

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black is going for a pin.

Stanley Moser slides into position...

Crowd: On-....

Zach Davis: Not even a one count.

Black backs away as his opponent slowly stands up....

CHOP!!

Freddy Whoa: Stiff knife edge chop, that makes Roy Speede stumble back to a corner.

CHOP!!

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Seifer Black: SHUT UP!!

CHOP!!

Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Seifer Black: I said shut up!!

The crowd boos. Roy Speede takes the advantage of the crowd's distraction, grabs and throws Black.

Zach Davis: Roy Speede whips Seifer Black into a nearby corner

THUD!!!

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black collides hard into the turnbuckles!!

SNAP-WHAM!! SNAP-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Two quick jabs by Roy Speede!!

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Roy Speede is getting aggressive here!! Nailing his opponent with a stiff kick to the gut.

Speede grabs Black and tosses him into the ropes.

Zach Davis: The Doomsday Prophet bounces off the ropes.

Black flies off the ropes and nails The Silver Lining with a spinning clothesline.

Freddy Whoa: Out of nowhere spinning clothesline by Seifer Black!!

Black picks up Speede...

The crowd pops as Speede now has Seifer Black in a sleeper hold. Black flails his arms around, as Speede tightens the hold.

Zach Davis: The eyes of Seifer Black is about to be rolled back into his head!!

Black reaches up...

WHOOSH-WHAM-CRASH!!

The crowd boos out.

Zach Davis: A modified jawbreaker!!

Speede grabs his mouth as he stumbles around....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: SPINNING BACK FIST!!

Black quickly grabs Speede into a modified airplane spin position.

Zach Davis: Here comes The Fade to Black!!

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Speede nails several elbows to the skull of Black. Speede is dropped, but manages to float over Black.....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: FLOAT OVER DDT!!

But, Seifer Black shows heart and he crawls very quickly and grabs for the second ring ropes, struggles to get up to his feet, using the leverage of the ropes. Black looks out to the crowd and sneers. He turns around. Speede runs to the ropes and uses the ropes to bounce off with his feet...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: STEP UP ENZUGIRI!! ROY SPEEDE IS GOING FOR THE PIN!!

The referee gets into position...

Crowd: ON-....

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black kicks out!!

WHAM!!

Speede drops an elbow.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Roy Speede drops another elbow.

Speede smiles as he rushes to the ropes....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! LIONSAULT!!

With lightning quick speed, The Silver Lining executes an submission maneuver..

Zach Davis: ANACONDA DEVICE!!

Seifer Black: AHHHHHHHH!! AHHHHHHHH!!

Black flails his body around.

Stanley Moser: Black you submit?

SILENCE.

Stanley Moser: Do you quit?!

Roy Speede: QUIT Black!! QUIT!!

Seifer Black: NOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Roy Speede: QUIT, DAMN YOU!! QUIT!!

Seifer Black: NOOOOOOOOOO!!

Crowd: NOOOO!!

Zach Davis: FOOT ON THE ROPE!! SEIFER BLACK HAS HIS RIGHT FOOT ON THE BOTTOM RING ROPE!!

Stanley Moser: Alright Speede, let him go.

Speede doesn't, just sneers right at Black.

Roy Speede: NO!!

Stanley Moser: ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!!

Speede let's go. Black gets closer to the ropes. Speede reaches down...

WHOOSH-WHAM/BAM!!

Speede gets pulled out of the ring by Seifer Black.

Zach Davis: Roy Speede lands hard, ringside.

Seifer positions himself on the ring apron near the ring post. Speede slowly stands up...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Black flies off the ring apron with a flipping senton, crashing down onto Roy Speede. The Doomsday Prophet grabs The Silver Lining, picking him up and whips him....

CLANG!!

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black tossed Roy Speede into a ring post!!

Black charges at Speede. At the last second....

CLANG!!

The crowd roars out.

Zach Davis: Seifer Black crashes right into the ring post. Black turns around, with his back to Roy Speede....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! T-BONE SUPLEX!!

The momentum of the suplex causes Black to slightly bounce off the ringside mats. The crowd goes crazy. Speede points to the top turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: There goes Roy Speede. Seifer Black is not moving on the ringside mats.

Speede flies off the top turnbuckle with a flying legdrop attempt...

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH....

BAMMMMMM!!

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black moves out of the way!!

Black flies to the ring apron. Seifer Black flies off....

Zach Davis: Here comes Black!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: NUCLEAR WINTER!!

Black stomps down with both feet onto the mid-section of Roy Speede. Seifer Blacks laughs at Roy Speede.

Seifer Black: TRY TO BREATHE NOW, SPEEDE!!

The crowd boos.

Crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!

Black looks around the crowd, as he picks up Speede, who gets up somewhat quickly....

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!!

That kick spins Black around....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! DROPKICK TO THE BACK!!

WHOOSH-CLANG

The dropkick causes Black to crash into the security railing. Speede grabs Black...

CLANG!!

Zach Davis: The Doomsday Prophet is dropped throat first against the metal railing.

Instead of falling, Black does catch himself from falling, spins around....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Speede flew off of the ring steps and catches Black with a spear.

Crowd: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!

The impact of the fall has shaken up Roy Speede as well.

Zach Davis: That spear ended up hurting both competitors.

Crowd: LET'S GO SPEEDE!! LET'S GO SPEEDE!! LET'S GO SPEEDE!!

Both wrestlers begin to slowly stand up. Speede takes a swing at Black.

Freddy Whoa: Roy Speede takes a wild swing at Seifer Black and misses.

Black grabs Speede and places him on his shoulders.

WHOOSH-WHAM/CLANG!!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: Seifer Black slams Roy Speede on the steel ring steps with a reverse death valley driver!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Freddy Whoa: That sickening thud was Roy Speede's skull colliding with those ring steps.

Black drags Speede's nearly half dead body into the ring.

Zach Davis: Seifer Black quickly goes for a pin.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREE...... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

The crowd cheers loudly. The Bank of America Arena shakes with loud cheers.

Crowd: SPEEDE!! SPEEDE!! SPEEDE!! SPEEDE!!

Freddy Whoa: This Seattle, Washington crowd are on their feet.

The crowd is stomping their feet and clapping their hands. Speede struggles to get on a basic base.

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: WHAM!!!

Black drops an elbow across the back of his opponent.

Freddy Whoa: Seifer Black runs to a nearby corner.

Zach Davis: Seifer Black flies...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Black lands with a twisting senton legdrop across the limp body of Roy Speede.

Zach Davis: No matter how much Seifer Black throws at Roy Speede, The Silver Lining never quits.

Freddy Whoa: Absolutely!! Look at Speede now. He just had a grown man... 250 pounds of twisting falling human being fall on him and he is STILL trying to get up.

Black sneers at Speede's resiliency. The Doomsday Prophet bolts towards the ropes and collides with his opponent, sending down to the mat. Black smiles at Speede's pain, but sneers when he see his opponent, once again, slowly get up. Black screams at Speede.

Seifer Black: STAY DOWN!! JUST STAY DOWN!!

Black bolts towards the ropes....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Seifer Black bounces off the ropes and is now charging, screaming at Roy Speede with complete momentum...

Freddy Whoa: NOOOO!!

The Bank of America Arena erupts with screams and cheers.

Freddy Whoa: The Silver Lining lifts The Doomsday Prophet into an amazing belly-to-back inverted backflip mat slam!!

Zach Davis: THE SPEEDE OF LIGHT!! ROY SPEEDE MAKES THE COVER.

The arena goes completely crazy as the referee slides into position...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE... NOOOOOOOOOOO!!

KICKOUT!!

Crowd: WHAT?!?!?

Zach Davis/Freddy Whoa: WHAT?!?

Freddy Whoa: That expression across Roy Speede's face, says it all!!

Zach Davis: He thought he had him.

Speede grabs Black a very groggy and nearly out of it Seifer Black.

Freddy Whoa: Speede places Black in a fireman's carry position.

Without any hesitation and with split second precision....

WHOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Silver Slice!!

Speede nails his opponent with a fireman's carry cutter.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Roy Speede is NOT finished with Seifer Black!!

Speede, using lightning quick speed, bolts over to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Without waiting any second, Speede leaps off cameras flash as Speede descends down towards a prone Seifer Black.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: SHOOTING STAR FROG SPLASH!!

Freddy Whoa: SPEEDE BUMP!!!

Zach Davis: Speede makes the pin cover!!!

The Bank of America screams out....

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!

NO! NO! BLACK KICKS OUT AT THE LAST SECOND!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!

Zach Davis: What heart shown by Seifer Black!

Speede rolls over and he can't believe it either. He gets to his feet, frustrated, as Seifer stumbles up as well.

Freddy Whoa: What more does Roy Speede have in his arsenal?

Speede is positioned behind Seifer and he grabs him for a Sleeper.

Zach Davis: Is he going for a -

SPEEDE FLIPS!

Freddy Whoa: CONNECTOR! WHOA!

Zach Davis: Tribute to the Face of Treachery, Logan, from Roy Speede! Could this be it?!

After hitting the Connector, Speede quickly goes for one more pin!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Kyle Steel: THE WINNER OF THE MATCH.... "THE SILVER LINING" ROY SPEEDE!!

Speede slowly gets to his feet as he gets his arm raised. He yells at Steel to SHUT UP!

Freddy Whoa: Logan may not be with us here tonight, but we his "son" Roy Speede still got to pay tribute to Mr. WCF.

Speede leaves the ring as Seifer struggles up, wondering what went wrong.

What's the Buzz?: Jonny Fly

We see a pre-recorded segment with Bryan Worthy standing in front of a blue screen bearing the logo for his interview show "What's the Buzz?".

Buzz: Good evening, WCF Galaxy. On tonight's edition of "What's the Buzz?", I sit down with two of wrestling's biggest and most controversial superstars. First up is one half of the WCF's Tag Team Champions and the runner up in last Sunday's War main event, Jonny Fly.

The scene switches another taped bit. Jonny and Buzz are sitting in the living room of Fly's New York mansion. Both are dressed casually.

Buzz: Since this is Slam’s 300th episode, I wanted to start off by asking you to recall your favorite moment of the show.

Jonny Fly: I really think the best Slam match I was ever apart of was the first ever Torneo Cibernetico match in December 2012. Ten of the best wrestlers in the company at the time, split into two teams, and if one team eliminated the rest from the other, then they fight amongst themselves until there is one single winner. That match had Jeff Purse, Jay Price, Corey Black, Sarah Twilight, Skyler Striker, Nathan von Liebert, Eric Price, Stuart Slane, Odin Balfore, Benjamin Atreyu, and Gravedigger in it. Those guys have something like 16 World Title between them, but I was the last man standing. I pinned Nathan and got some revenge for his actions against Polar Phantasm and Nightmare. It was a good night. Unfortunately, we haven't had another Torneo Cibernetico match since.

Buzz: Let’s move on to War XIII. During your Tag Team Championship match against the Vapor Kings, you deliberately got yourself disqualified, losing the match but retaining your and Corey Black’s titles. How do you answer the critics that are calling the move “a sign of desperation”, and “more proof that Pantheon can get away with not following the rules”?

Jonny Fly: Well, I wouldn't call it deliberately. Look, Orbit deserved that. Pantheon had never retaliated against him for betraying us. They made their bed, and they deserve what they got. This is how this industry works. If people think we're desperate, fine, let them. I know better than to worry about what these crazy, irrational people think of me. Hell, half of them are probably plotting some sneak attack on me right now, and I'm supposed to justify my actions? NOPE.

Buzz: Do you think ICE Beckman and Steve Orbit deserve a rematch for the Tag Team Titles?

Jonny Fly: I talked about this a bit on Twitter earlier in the week. If it was in a bubble, and what happened during that match happened, I would say they absolutely deserve a rematch. It's not in a bubble though. There are external factors at play. First off, they didn't deserve the match to begin with. They were handed the title shot because Seth hates Pantheon, has always hated Pantheon, and will always hate Pantheon. They were hired guns. Seth's little bitches. Now they think they're entitled to a rematch. At the end of the day it's not my call,. Seth will make that for us, and probably not in Pantheon's favor. Still, if we're putting something on the line - AGAIN - why aren't they?

Buzz: Later in the pay per view you participated in the War match itself. What are your overall thoughts of the contest? Who impressed you? Who didn’t?

Jonny Fly: I was impressed with Deuce Murdock, Alex Richards, Jay Omega, Livewire, and Kazy Mazy. I don't like all of them, but I respect their performances nonetheless. Obviously Cairo was at his best. Even Gravedigger in his little comeback showed some life. I can't forget Tyler Walker either. 43 minutes survived! With all that said, personally, I'm disappointed in how War went - for obvious reasons. Some people enter the match just trying to put on a show and make a name for themselves. I went in there to win. I don't accept moral victories, so yeah, I'm disappointed. Out of 39 people I finished 2nd. That's not good enough.

Buzz: Are you upset with your protégé, Walker Flyocker Flame, for ignoring your counsel in regards to trusting his longtime life partner Biohazard, considering his failure to heed your warning resulted in his elimination?

Jonny Fly: Yes. We've talked about it. I'm not going to say what I told him publically, but I expect we'll be on the same page moving forward.

Buzz: During the War match, you eliminated WCF Hall of Famer Torture. Does that even the score between the two of you, or are you still seeking payback for his earlier attack on you?

Jonny Fly: I'm just happy I got a chance to even the score, since Tort had no intention of getting into the ring with me one-on-one. He attacked me for a cheap pop. I eliminated him in War, becoming I believe just the third person to ever pin him, so I suppose we're even. Even enough, at least. I'm moving on. They're much more important things for me to deal with.

Buzz: The final four War participants were you, Jeff Purse, Steve Orbit, and Bobby Cairo. One current member of Pantheon and three former, all of whom left under acrimonious circumstances. Does this say anything about the group, or perhaps you personally, that some of the greatest wrestlers in the sport feel they are better off not being part of it?

Jonny Fly: I don't look at it like that. I think it shows the type of talent that Pantheon has fostered over the years. Truly, this is a special stable when you talk about the people we've had, things we've done, and accomplishments we've gained. Unless some other stable comes along and stays here for two plus years, has the World Title nearly the entire time, wins two Wars, wins Trios - and probably would have twice if 2013 wasn't cancelled, wins the tag-titles a fuck load of times, and at one point literally RUNS the company, then Pantheon will go down in history as the greatest stable in WCF.

Two of those guys you mentioned, Purse and Orbit, weren't the wrestlers they are today prior to Pantheon. If the Pantheon 'culture' that I think you're referring to made them better wrestlers, even at the expense of a harmonious relationship with me or others in the group, then the stable is doing its job. One day they'll wake up and realize that. One day Orbit and Purse will again embrace their past with Pantheon, I guarantee you that. Even I've swayed in my beliefs before, so mentally I know where they're at right now. It's just a phase.

Buzz: Is War XIII a low point for you professionally?

Jonny Fly: Low point? I...don't think so. I set high standards for myself, yes. I don't accept failure, true. I'm not illogical though. I had one fuckin' hell of a night. I had the type of performance at War most people will never get close to having. I survived two hours, pinned two Hall of Famers, and damn near beat the whole company for a second straight time. I've had many low points in my career, Buzz. Not lately, and not much in my three years in WCF, but that's only because I've learned and gotten better from the disappointments in the past. I'll do the same thing this time.

Buzz: You have the Tag Team Titles to defend. You have a match against perhaps your greatest rival, Steve Orbit, scheduled for One. Is that enough? Or are they any other objectives you’d like to achieve before 2014 draws to a close?

Jonny Fly: There's always other objectives, Buzz. When you stop having ambition you stop winning matches. My focus is on Orbit, and closing that chapter. After that, I suppose it's about that time when I go take my throne back.

People's Title Match
Alex Richards vs Chelsea Armstrong

Zach Davis: Up next is the People's championships match between Chelsea Armstrong and Alex Richards. After the contravesial finish at War, a re match was scheduled. To be honest the first match was close, and the re match would be just as interesting and hard to call.

Freddy Whoa: Unless they rig it. With what happened earlier tonight with the formation of the Pack I wouldn't put it past them.

Jack Sparrow by The Lonely Island featuring Micheal Bolton starts to play. The crowd cheers expecting something amusing. Some fans boo either Pantheon diehards or Seth Lerch's family members. Alex Richards walks out wearing a blue coat with gold buttons, white pants, and a blue hat with a C on it. He also sports a fake white muschase. Yes, Alex Richards came out dressed as Captain Crunch. Following him carrying a treasure chest is Cormack MacNeil who is sporting an eye patch, his kilt, and a parrot on his shoulder. With him is Jay Omega who looks exactly like Captain Hook from the movie Hook. The long curly wig, red pirate's outfit, the hook, the curly muschase.

Zach Davis: Wow! I didn't see that coming at all. Alex Richards apparently isn't taking this match very seriously.

Freddy Whoa: You new here? Alex never seems to take anything serious. Until the match begins. I'm sure he has something up his sleeve. Besides the diabetes that sugary cereal causes.

Zach Davis: I'm wondering why Jay and Cormack are out here with Alex. Is this some sort of a rift in the Pack already? And what is Chelsea going to do to counter the oddity brought forth by Richards.

Kung Fu Fighting by Carl Douglas begins to play.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Sounds like she's going to counter with some oddity of her own!

The crowd again cheers for the most part as a black gi clad ninja walks towards the ring. With two exceptions, Instead of the ninja head cover Chelsea is wearing black sunglasses and over her gi she is wearing a white shirt with the slogan Jericholic Ninja.

Zach Davis: I bet we aren't supposed to mention that on air are we?

Freddy Whoa: Definitely not.

She is followed first by Chase Micheals and Aeryn. Chase is dressed up wearing a ninja turtles shirt with numchucks on it. Aeryn on the other hand is wearing a very authentic looking April O'Neil costume from the classic Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movies. The duo carry a large equipment bag with them. Following them is Hyena who has chosen to carry a shield and dress in classic Mongol raider gear including helmet and fu Manchu.

Zach Davis: Wow, I didn't think Chelsea would be able to match Alex in craziness. This is certainly going to be even more interesting than I thought beforehand. Each party appears to have their supporters as half of the stable is with each wrestler. The crowd even appears to be split for that matter.

The match is about to begin when Hook, also known as the Omega Man waltzes in and approaches the referee Frank Shady. He reaches into his fancy red pirate coat and pulls out 5 100 dollar bills.

Jay Omega: Now I know how much of a cheap skate Seth is. Fortunately the Pack has no issues spreading the money around when it suits us. So I'll make you a deal. You take this and relax up on those pesky rules a little what say you?

The young referee, who probably isn't going to remain a referee for very long, nods and pockets the cash.

Zach Davis: Normally I'd say one of the competitors would protest the results of this but seeing as they are stablemates I bet they are both in on this! Wait a minute Jay Omega just slipped his hook to Alex Richards behind his back. The bell ring and Alex charges Chelsea with the hook. She ducks out of the way and it gets stuck in the top turnbuckle. Chelsea rolls him up.

1....

2...

kick out!

Freddy Whoa: Your play by play is much better tonight Zach.

Zach Davis: Shut up you.

Freddy Whoa: Not very professional Zach. And this match was almost over before you had the chance to redeem yourself.

Chelsea and Alex lock up and Alex quickly powers her back towards the ropes near the corner with the hook. Alex breaks clean but Chelsea pulls the hook out of the turnbuckle swings wildly with it but Alex ducks then picks her up for an atomic drop before clotheslining the long time People's champion over the top rope. Alex hits the ropes looking like he's going to go for a big dive over the top rope but then thinks better of it and stops. But this allows Chelsea to pull Alex to the floor and unload with a kick right to the chops. Alex staggers so Chelsea delivers a front crescent kick which causes Richard to sway back and forth. Chelsea backs up then charges connecting with a running bicycle kick. Alex looks out on his way as Aeryn tosses over an object to Chelsea.

Zach Davis: April O'Neil or Aeryn who obviously spent more time on her costume then Chase Micheals did tosses a pizza box over to Chelsea who nails Alex with it. He was going down anyways but that finally knocks the big man down.

Freddy Whoa: I dunno. I heard there are 27 toppings on that pizza. It's a heavy pizza.

Chelsea pulls up Alex who staggers around. Chelsea Waits then charges only to have Alex slam her down on the floor. He then grabs the pizza box, opens it up and rolls Chelsea on, curb stomping her into the pizza!

Zach Davis: I didn't think Alex would waste food like that.

Freddy Whoa: Dude, more fat jokes about Richards? Be original please. What I'm wondering is why the ref hasn't counted them both out by now. Guess that bribe is paying off.

Alex tosses Chelsea back into the ring and goes a cover but barely gets a one count. Alex doesn't break the pin however instead he goes for a obvious choke in the middle of the ring. Referee Shady counts... very very slowly. 1.....2............3..............4.... Alex doesn't break however Chelsea breaks the hold with a double kick to the face of Richards. Alex staggers backwards then drops an elbow on Armstrong! He gets up and decides to garvin stomp the life out of Chelsea stomping up and down her body.

Zach Davis: These two just officially announced their alliance earlier tonight with the vicious attack on Seth Lerch, might be the first time I've ever felt sorry for him. And alright it seems like they are trying to take each other out.

Freddy Whoa: Gold does strange things to people Zach. Alex has held two titles in the WCF, it looks like he wants the third here tonight.

Alex lifts up Chelsea and applies under hooks lifting her up and executing a butterfly suplex backbreaker. Alex makes the cover.

1....

2...

kick out from the champion!

Richards immediately pulls Chelsea to her feet, bounces off the ropes and goes for a big boot but Chelsea ducks it then clips the knee of Richards immediately applying a half boston crab perhaps to help recover a bit. Alex however crawls towards the ropes to get a break and Chelsea breaks the hold. She backs off as Alex uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet in the corner but Chelsea reaches into her black ninja robe and pulls out four throwing stars. She tosses the first one it misses and hits the ring railing on the floor scaring a fan in the front row. Actually the fan starts up cheering loudly her prize in hand.

Zach Davis: That could have been a law suit.

The next three stars however connect pinning Alex to the turnbuckles by his blue Captain Crunch costume. Alex tries to pull free as Chelsea rushes in connecting with a knee to the face of Richards. Then a series of spinning back fists to the face of the Arch Duke of Mass Confusion.

Zach Davis: I can't believe the ref is letting this go!

Freddy Whoa: I can't believe Alex didn't get impaled there. I also can't believe that star isn't going to end up on ebay tomorrow.

Chelsea mounts Alex in the corner connecting with a series of punches. She then pulls Alex free from the turnbuckle ripping his coat.

Alex Richards: We are so not getting the deposit back on these rentals.
Chelsea doesn't answer other then to execute the beautiful disaster of the corner, her beautiful bulldog. Chelsea makes the pin try.

1...

2...

Alex rolls the shoulder!

Chelsea signals to the ref it should have been three. Meanwhile the Mongol raider clad Hyena climbs onto the apron handing Chelsea his large wooden staff. Chelsea twirls the staff as Cormack MacNeil climbs onto the ring apron, barely keeping the parrot on his shoulder as he hands Alex a cutlass from their treasure chest.

Zach Davis: This doesn't seem like a fair fight to me.

Chelsea seems undaunted though as she quickly nails Alex to the ribs twice with the staff getting a nice cheer from the crowd. She then sweeps Alex's legs out from under him before trying for the big shot to the head which Alex blocks with the cutlass then slashes at the staff with the cutlass hard breaking it straight down the middle.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! This could get ugly. Chase and Aeryn go into their large duffel bag of equipment for help and come out with a samurai sword which they toss into the ring. This is crazy! How would have thought that during the people's title match a sword fight between and pirate and a ninja would have broken out?

Zach Davis: You got me there Freddy. And surprisingly both of these competitors appear to be skillful with a sword. I don't know where they would ever learn that skill but apparently they did. Alex is swinging with every shot like he wants to knock the sword clean out of Chelsea's hands. Chelsea on the other hand appears to be quicker and more skillful and in fact just connected with a short chopping shot to the fingers of Richard drawing a little blood.

Alex shakes his hand in pain as Chelsea raises the sword looking for the “lethal” blow. Instead however Alex spins in a circle with his cutlass connecting with Chelsea's sword knocking it from her hands. Alex puts the cutlass to her throat.

Alex Richards: Do Ye Beg Parlay, Blue Lass?

Chelsea instead scoops up part of the broken staff nailing Alex in the family jewels, then using the staff to execute a modified version of a pumphandle slam! She quickly makes the cover.

1....

2...

Alex kicks out again!

Zach Davis: What a display of strength and leverage from Chelsea there!

Freddy Whoa: Not gonna lie. I'm still chuckling about the sword fight. This match is crazy! Chelsea now rolls out of the ring. Where the hell is she going?

Zach Davis: Chelsea is hiding under the ring! Alex getting back up and he looks confused. Even more confused then usual. Jay and Cormack are pointing under the ring so Alex lifts up the ring apron and Chelsea comes back from behind, knees Alex in the back! She locks in the Last Goodnight! That Buffalo dragon sleeper of hers! I think this one is over! Chelsea's sneaky ninja attack from behind is going to end things!

Alex tries to fight the hold but it looks like he is fighting a losing battle. Alex drops to a knee as Chelsea continues to increase the pressure. Alex appears to be out of it as referee Frank Shady goes over to check on the Archduke. He raises the arm.. it drops once... it drops twice!

Freddy Whoa: The Sweet Nightmare has done it. Alex's arm drops a third time... no.. he executes a jawbreaker to break the hold! That shows you how much Alex wants this! I thought it was over there!

Alex turns around and quickly executes an STO on the long time people's champion! Alex doesn't make a cover though instead he pulls Chelsea up and delivers a series of hard chops on her in the corner, then grabs her by the throat lifting the leader of the Pack in the air before tossing her right across the ring. Chelsea stands up looking woozy as Alex charges in leveling Armstrong with a running big boot! Alex makes the pin attempt.

1....

2...

and a half!

Zach Davis: Alex almost fulfilled his promise to become strange people's champion there!

Alex pulls Chelsea up to her feet and grabs her for a belly to belly suplex, dropping her hard to the mat. Alex makes another pin try.

1....

2...

Chelsea kicks out!

Alex lifts up Chelsea for a belly to back suplex then grabs her by the throat.

Freddy Whoa: Alex is going for the Final Enlightenment. If he hits this it's probably over! He lifts Chelsea up meanwhile Hyena just tossed her something from that equipment bag and whoa! I can't see anything! Chelsea just launched a smoke bomb in the middle of the ring! We can't see anything!

Zach Davis: They are taking this whole pirates and ninjas things way too far! At least the smoke is starting to clear now. And yeah.. that's definitely strange.

As the smoke continues to clear we can see in the middle of the ring a blanket has been laid down. Chase, Aeryn, Hyena, Jay, Alex, and Chelsea are all seated on the blanket. Cormack looks like he's going to sit down as well. He was late because he brought the picnic basket. Chase turns to the kilt wearing pirate and asks.

Chase Michaels: What did you bring anyways?

Cormack MacNeill: Haggis of course.

Chase Michaels: Why did we get the Scotsman to bring the food anyways.

Cormack MacNeill: Joking. Cormack sits down as well and the Pack starts to unload their picnic to a mixture of cheers and confused booing. Then Alex turns towards Chelsea.

Alex Richards: Hey wait a minute, I'm not Steve Orbit!

Chelsea Armstrong: And no one better think I'm Johnny Fly!

The Pack gets up and all of them kick the blanket and spread of food from the ring. Then all non competing participants exit the ring. Chelsea immediately goes on the attack with several hard chops to Richards but Alex comes back with a headbutt! He whips Chelsea off of the ropes and backdrops her but Chelsea counters with a sunset flip.

1....

2...

kick out from Richards!

Armstrong tries for the kick to the head but Alex catches it. Leaving Chelsea hopping as he holds the foot... until Armstrong comes back with an enzergeri! Alex gets up and is immediately drilled with a Russian leg sweep from the Sweet Nightmare!

Zach Davis: No pin from Chelsea though. I think she knows how difficult it has been to finish off her opponent tonight and needs a bigger move.

Freddy Whoa: And she has one in mind. Swinging Fisherman's neckbreaker! She hit the Devil's Wing! Chelsea will make the cover!

1....

2...

3... no!

Chelsea looks stunned Richards kicked out of that! She drags Alex to his feet, and locks his arms behind him going for the Sweet Insanity.

Zach Davis: This move won it for Chelsea last week. OH, this time Alex mule kicks Chelsea in the gut. He countered the Sweet Insanity. That could have been over right there!
Alex whips Chelsea towards the ropes but she reverses it! Alex hits the corner and Chelsea follows him up with a cross body attack in the corner. She wraps her feet around the stunned big man and applies the tarantula in the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Referee Frank Shady looks confused. Normally he would be counting but tonight since he took that bribe he is unsure of what to do. It's bad news for Alex though because Chelsea could be doing some serious damage to Richards here.

Zach Davis: I don't know. You know the old saying no brain no pain.

Jay goes into the treasure chest and grabs himself an eye patch. He approaches Chelsea and removes her black sunglasses and puts the eye patch on her. Chelsea swats at Jay with one hand while continuing to apply the pressure. Meanwhile Cormack approaches removing his own eye patch and replaces it over Chelsea's other eye. This finally causes her to drop the hold. Chelsea staggers around the ring swinging wildly at Alex, who is still in the ropes recovering. After a few seconds, Chelsea probably realizes how ridiculous that was and removes the eye patches, only to be grabbed by the throat by Alex! He lifts her up for a choke slam then drops her right on her face!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The Zim-Quila Hangover! Alex hit it! We have a new champion! He rolls Chelsea over for the pin!

1....

2...

3.... no last second kick out!

Alex can't believe it! He throws his hands up in the air as if to say what else do I have to do? He returns to Chelsea roughly pulling her to her feet and lifting her up for a press slam. He non chalently dumps the People's champion over the top rope to the floor but Chelsea has gone back into her black ninja robe pulling out Kaginawa, an iron grappling hook which she slams hard into the ring apron allowing her to land on her feet

Zach Davis: I know how cheap Seth is. He's going to make Chelsea pay for the damage that hook caused to the canvas!

Freddy Whoa: That's what you think? How about the amazing, intelligent ninja like move Chelsea just used to save herself!

Chelsea removes the hook and throws it into the ring hooking Alex around the knee with it then jerks hard knocking down Richards and pulling him to the floor! Alex gets up kicking away the hook as Chelsea hip tosses him down on the floor then kicks him in the back of the head knocking him face first into the ring railing! Chelsea picks up the injured Archduke and pitches him back into the ring. Chelsea climbs to the top rope waiting on Alex to get up, he does slowly holding his head, Chelsea launches herself from the top rope connecting with a flying lariat onto Richards! She quickly sets Richards up to a seated position then connects with a shining wizard directly to the nose of Richards which instantly gushes blood.

Zach Davis: I'd say that move has ruined Alex Richards' good looks but clearly that isn't the case! Chelsea is going to cover him though.

1....

2,,,

Alex barely gets the shoulder up!

Freddy Whoa: What a war we are seeing here tonight! You don't have to agree with their actions but you do have to admit, they have certainly put on a show here tonight! Chelsea now rolls Alex on top of her legs.. she's going for the Death's Grip.. that triangle choke of hers! With the length of this match so far I wouldn't be surprised if Alex doesn't have the strength to break out of it.

Zach Davis: You'd be wrong though Freddy! Alex has picked up Chelsea off the ground still locked in the Death's Grip... Running powerbomb! That broke it! Alex collapses draping an arm on Chelsea!

1....

2...

3... no! She weakly kicked out.

Alex uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Chelsea gets up as well. She walks towards Alex and the two competitors exchange strikes back and forth. Alex favoring punches, Chelsea using an overhead karate chops and kicks to try and sway things but Alex connects with a headbutt rocking the long time champion. He picks her up in a press slam and dumps her to the floor! Cormack and Jay see their opportunity. They return to the pirate chest for one more time. This time they pull out... a plank! The two men set the plank on the end of the ring apron as Alex exits the ring and walks the plank. Cracking noises are heard but Alex is able to launch himself off the plank onto Chelsea with an elbow drop!

Freddy Whoa: What a move from Alex Richards. He's going high risk to try and unseat the champion and leader of his stable!

Alex lifts up Chelsea into a powerbomb position then takes a few steps back obviously stepping up Armstrong for the Unconscious Truth. He charges towards the ring post however Chelsea slips out at the last second and executes a vicious implant DDT onto the ring steps! For good measure she grabs the plank and dropkicks it into Alex's face this time breaking it!

Zach Davis: Holy Shit! I can't believe she did that. That shows how badly Chelsea wants to win this match. She could have fractured the skull of her own stable mate there!

Freddy Whoa: All I can say is Whoa! Chelsea rolls Alex back in and makes the cover hooking the far leg. I can't believe Alex is trying to kick out.

Zach Davis: I think he would have if Chelsea didn't have her feet on the ropes for extra leverage! Chelsea retains the title using the ropes for the second week in a row!

Referee Frank Shady however is shaking his head. After his hand hit the mat for the third time he noticed Chelsea's feet on the ropes and waves off the pin. Chelsea gets up grabbing the official by the shirt as Chase Micheals and Hyena hop up on the ring apron to argue with the official and to stop Chelsea from leveling him. Meanwhile Alex is pulling himself to his feet as Cormack slides in a weapon from the treasure chest.

Freddy Whoa: Chelsea better get her attention back on business because Alex has a bottle of old black rum and he just took a big gulp from it. He ducks a clothesline from Armstrong and unloads with a vicious bottle shot right to the temple! And woah! A second one to the face on the way down! That one broke the jug!

Referee Shady finishes his conversation with Micheals and Hyena as Richards kicks the pieces of the broken bottle to the floor and covers Armstrong hooking both legs.

1....

2...

3...!

Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, and NEW People's Champion, Alex Richards!

Zach Davis: What a battle we've seen here tonight! And it might not be over as it looks like the Pack may have split in two. Chase and Hyena are helping up Chelsea who is still glaring daggers at Alex who has his hands raised by Chase and Hyena.

Freddy Whoa: Wait a minute Chelsea just grabbed the title belt away from the ref! It's definitely not over. Chelsea walks over towards Alex and.. smiles and holds the belt out.

Chelsea Armstrong: We don't show mercy on everyone else around here. Why would we show mercy on each other either!

Chelsea hands Alex the belt, then raises his hand. The Pack all raise their hands to a mixed reaction from the fans, some of whom approve of their actions and enjoyed their performance tonight and others who favor the Pantheon or disapprove of their methods boo.

Freddy Whoa: Whether you agree with them or not we do have to all admit this. These two really put a show here tonight. Regardless of who won this match is going to be remembered.

The King's Coronation

“Ozark Empire” by Listener plays on the PA system as red carpet is rolled down the ramp. A wave of boos roar as John Gable walks past the curtain while being followed by six men carrying bugles and two other men, one carrying a box and the other a scroll. All of them, with the exception of Gable, wearing Victorian era clothing. They march down to ring where there is a throne in the center. They climb the steps one at a time and enter the ring. Gable takes a seat upon the throne as the bugle players stand to the corners and sides playing a triumphant tune. The box carried by one of the men is placed at Gable's feet as the other opens of the scroll reading aloud through his headset mic.

Goon #1: Hear ye hear ye! All rise for the royal coronation of the one true king!

The second man opens the box as the bugles start up again and out from the box a crown is revealed.

Goon #1: By order of his majesty, the formerly known Cinema title A.K.A. The TV Title has been hereby melted down to purify it from the ghastly rot that was its former champion! In doing so, it has been formed into a crown for his majesty thinks that the title could go no further in its earthly bond of leather and a cheap designation such as Television so he has chosen to once more heighten its prestige by forming it into a crown and be held as a moniker for the King of the Arts!

The second man lifts the crown high and walks over to the stoic and silent Gable before slowly placing it a-top his head.

Goon #1: Ladies and gentlemen of this fair event, I introduce to you, your one and only rule of all things in soul and expression, King Leukemia!!!

The crowd boo as Gable's eyes shifts from one side to the other. A mic is instantly brought to him without command. The bugles once again play their tune as he rises to his feet. Speaking in a calm and dead pan tone.

John Gable: My subjects...you boo now but in a small amount of time you will forget people like Buzz and forget such trivial things such as the T.V. Title. You will eventually forget the world before your king and come to accept the fact that I truly deserve to rule above you all. You mocked my performance against Buzz? Well, all for not seeing how he fell to me at WAR and he will fall to me again on the three hundredth episode of Slam. He was indulgency and glamour at its worse. He just wanted to be a champion for champion's sake where I...I want to me something much bigger, a goal aspired to by the world's greatest minds, a dream that most claim impossible. I aim to be immortal! Maybe not eternal in the physical realm but in memory! I will be known as the best!

The crowd begin to throw trash into the ring in harsh reaction to the desecration to a long standing, highly sought after WCF title. Gable ignored the trash and kept in an even demeanor.

John Gable: As your king, I demand loyalty! After today, I will demand that all those who use to mock me must now pledge their allegiance to me or face the ultimate punishment. Public execution in this very ring by my hands! I hereby claim it as law! Gable's law! Now let's get Worthy out here!

Television Title Match
Bryan Worthy vs John Gable

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the WCF Television Championship. Coming out first, the challenger, hailing from Apache Junction, Arizona, and weighing 236 pounds: Bryan “Buzz” Worthy!

"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.

Freddy Whoa: A nice reaction for Worthy here.

Zach Davis: Maybe, but I have to imagine there is a portion of the WCF Galaxy that’s tired of this match-up. We just had Worthy versus John Gable for the TV Title at War. It’s like the Booking Committee is taking its cue from those guys in Stamford.

Freddy Whoa: Well, John Gable did it. I thought he was just blowing smoke when he said he’d recast the Television Championship Belt into a crown, but we all saw it happen.

Zach Davis: The man’s a raving egomaniac, Freddy. There should be serious repercussions for this! He’s spat on over a decade of WCF tradition when he destroyed that title. John Gable may think he is “The King of the Arts”, but to me he’s just a royal jerk! I hope he gets what’s coming to him! The problem is, Bryan Worthy hasn’t proved he’s capable of doing that.

Freddy Whoa: Maybe so, but I think there are a lot of fans happy to see this rivalry continue.

Zach Davis: What rivalry? These two have fought four times for the Television Championship. Worthy’s only won once. And in that match he didn’t pin Gable to get the belt. Meanwhile, John has two pinfall victories over Buzz.

Freddy Whoa: Still, the fans like Buzz. They want him to succeed, to be the one to punish John Gable for dishonoring the Television Title like he has.

The referee gets both wrestlers together to go over the rules. Then, he raises the "title" over his head, showing it to the fans to display the stakes involved. Stepping back, he signals the timekeeper to ring the bell, and the match begins. Gable and Worthy lock up. The bigger Buzz muscles his opponent to the ropes, then whips him across the ring. He tries to clothesline Gable on the comeback, but John ducks under. Gable caroms off the opposite side and charges Worthy, only to get “óle-ed!” by him into the ropes again. This time when Gable stumbles back he’s hit with a jumping calf kick which puts him down. The champ pops back up just as Buzz closes in on him and begins throwing multiple forearm strikes. Forced into a corner, Gable yells at the referee to do his job. The umpire obliges, telling Worthy to get him out of the corner. Buzz obliges, trying for another Irish whip to the opposite turnbuckle, but John reverses it. He charges and shoulders Worthy in the gut. He follows that up with multiple punches to the ribs, ignoring the ref’s demand the two move back into the middle of the ring. Gable begins to throw some hard European uppercuts that snap Buzz’s head back.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, those are some nasty shots.

Zach Davis: I’ve always thought that, pound for pound, John Gable is one of the best strikers in the sport.

Gable eventually stops hitting Bryan when the referee begins a DQ count. He backs up, gesturing at Worthy to come at him. The challenger cautiously advances. They circle each other, occasionally reaching out to try and hook a leg for a takedown. Finally Buzz is able to snag his leg, but he can’t get Gable down. John keeps his balance and, grabbing Bryan’s trunks and his arm and does a flipping roll that puts Worthy on his back and lets him mount him for multiple elbows to the head.

Freddy Whoa: A nice counter from the champ, showing off his martial arts training.

Pulling the bigger man up, John executes a Northern Lights suplex into a bridging pin. One! Two! Kickout. The two clamber to their feet. John gets Buzz in a front face lock but Buzz is able to spin out of it and put his opponent on the mat with an arm wringer. With Gable on his hands and knees, Buzz kicks him hard in his side, which causes John to flop over. Worthy hits multiple elbow drops on Gable. He tries a pin, but Gable gets his shoulder up at One! Buzz sits John up and puts him in a rear chin lock. John struggles to escape, but Worthy keeps cranking his neck, half dragging him around the ring as they flop around. Eventually, the champ is able to pull free and stumble to his feet. He backs into the ropes and charges at Buzz, trying for a clothesline, only for Worthy to catch him in an arm trap swinging neckbreaker. Cover. One! Two! Gable kicks out.

Zach Davis: Buzz is starting to rally now. Could we see the Television Title change hands again tonight?

Worthy pulls up Gable and whips him to the corner, and then tries for a clothesline. John gets both his feet up to kick Bryan square in the mush. Jumping onto the second rope, John leaps at his stumbling foe and smashes an elbow into the back of his head. Buzz drops like a stone. Gable begins to kick him mercilessly, forcing Worthy to put himself under the ropes. The ref tells the champion to ease off. Gable grabs Worthy’s legs and drags him towards the center of the ring, and then stomps on the small of his back. Gable then drops a knee on roughly the same spot, before putting Buzz in full nelson and sitting on his lower back.

Zach Davis: John Gable is targeting Worthy’s back with that modified camel clutch.

Freddy Whoa: It’s a sugar hold, Zach. An homage to the late, great Stu Hart, perhaps?

Buzz struggles to escape the hold, but cannot. He refuses to submit, however. Gable begins shouting. The announcer’s mikes pick up “Tap! Tap, you hack! You are Groot, huh? Well, I am Great! I AM GREAT!”

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! You can hear John Gable taunting Bryan Worthy all the way over here!

Zach Davis: The TV Champion has got his opponent right where he wants him.

Buzz’s efforts to free himself from the sugar hold become slow and sluggish. His head lolls forward. Smirking, Gable leans forward to scream in Worthy’s ear; just as he snaps his head back and strikes Gable flush in the jaw. He releases the hold, grabbing his mouth as he does, and rolls off of Worthy, who collapses in a heap.

Zach Davis: Holy crap, Buzz escaped the sugar hold!

Freddy Whoa: He cracked John right in the mush with that head butt. Hopefully it won’t leave a mark; I hear John’s got auditions coming up!

Both men slowly get to their feet. Gable’s clutching at his face while Worthy gingerly holds his lower back. John moves his hands away from his mouth, exposing his bruised and bleeding lips. Buzz, exhausted, manages a weak smile, pointing at his own unblemished face with both hands. Enraged, Gable charges at him. They meet in the middle of the ring and start exchanging haymakers. There’s the usual “Yay!” “Boo!” chants from the crowd after each punch. Buzz slowly gets the upper hand, pummeling Gable again and again, until John doubles him over with a kick to the gut and executes a snap DDT. Lateral Press cover. One! Two! Thr- Buzz shoots an arm up! Gable glares at the ref, and then tries for another cover, this time hooking the leg and grinding his elbow into Worthy’s face. One! Two! Buzz kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Bryan Worthy still has some life in him!

John Gable rises to his feet, dragging Worthy with him. He positions him for a brainbuster, but Worthy blocks it. He hammers at Gable’s ribs, and then counters with a sitout gourdbuster. Cover. One! Two! Gable gets a shoulder up. Buzz, frustrated, sits up and shakes his head. He stands and goes to the corner, climbing up to the second rope for a fist drop . Gable suddenly kips up and charges Worthy. He yanks his feet out from under him, sending Buzz face first into the turnbuckle. Grabbing him by the hair, John smashes his face repeatedly into the padded cover, ignoring the ref’s order to stop. He then takes Bryan’s face and scours it against the ring rope.

Zach Davis: John Gable is giving Buzz a little payback for his own busted mug!

Bryan, now sporting some nasty scratches across his face, hits an elbow to force Gable off of him, and then charges for a clothesline. John staggers but doesn’t fall. Bryan ducks down and scoops Gable up into a fireman’s carry position. Just as he is about to execute an airplane spin, John slips off his shoulders, lands behind him, and hits an inverted brainbuster!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a counter by John Gable!

The Television Champion rolls and transitions the move into a dragon sleeper. Bryan struggles for a few moments, but then ultimately taps to the City Lights. The referee calls for the bell.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and still Television Champion: John Gable!

Gable demands the referee raise his arm in victory, and then orders Steel to give him his crown. He checks his reflection in it briefly, before setting it atop his head and taunting the unhappy crowd. Buzz, meanwhile, has crawled out of the ring and is walking to the back.

Zach Davis: Another strong showing from the self-proclaimed King of the Arts. Can anyone take the Television Title off him?

Freddy Whoa: Good question, Zach. Last time, he was champion for over four months. Could we see a similar reign again? Could John Gable remain Television Champion to One? Or even beyond?

The crowd stares to rise and cheer, as if there is someone among them.

Zach Davis: ZMAC! Its ZMAC! Zombie McMorris just hopped the barricade and slid into the ring!

Freddy Whoa: Whats he doing?

Zach Davis: They are meeting head on in the middle of the ring.

Gable and ZMAC start to brawl, trading lefts and rights but the bigger ZMAC muscles Gable into the corner and hammers away. After a few moments Gable summons some strength and he comes back and kicks ZMAC in the gut..

Zach Davis: Maltese Falcon to ZMAC!

Freddy Whoa: Gable trying to create an opening to escape.

Gable slides out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Who knows what ZMAC is thinkin'. He just wants that belt and by God is going to get it.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! ZMAC with a suicide dive through the ropes and just crashes down on Gable!

Zach Davis: Hammer fists and elbows!

ZMAC gets up and looks at Gable and then grabs the TV title crown from Gables hands and lifts it up high. The statement is mixed with mixed reaction but the purpose is clear.

Zach Davis: Things are really heating up! I wonder whats going to happen next week on Slam three-o-one?

What's the Buzz?: Gravedigger

Bryan Worthy is again in the "What's the Buzz?" studio.

Buzz: Gravedigger is one of the most highly decorated wrestlers in WCF history. A three time World Champion, a three time Tag Team Champion, he is also one of a select handful of athletes who can say they've won War. Recently returning to the company after a prolonged absence out of the ring, he agreed to sit down with us to talk about his Hall of Fame career; where its been, and where its going.

There's an edit to a segment where Gravedigger and Buzz are sitting opposite one another on a talk show like set. GD is in his street clothes, while Worthy has on his lime green WCF blazer.

Buzz: In honor of Slam’s 300th episode this week, we’ve been asking various WCF Superstars to identify their favorite moment of the show. Do you have one?

Gravedigger: April 12th, 2010. That was back when I was wearing a mask, posing as Hector Rodriguez. I was in a Battle Royal where the winner received a title shot of his choosing. Seth paid off the referee to screw me out of the win. The result of that was a riot by the fans, started by members of MS-13. That was the moment where I truly showed how dangerous I was in WCF that people would rush the ring in my defense and attack anyone at will. That night is still considered one of the most frightening moments in WCF history.

Buzz: You have been part of the Wrestling Championship Federation for over a decade. How has the company changed during that time?

Gravedigger: It’s changed a lot. Two things that immediately jump to mind are the factions. There are so many more factions these last 3 plus years in WCF at any one time. The worst things used to be back during my earlier years nearly a decade ago was having only two factions at the most and that didn’t even happen that often back then. The other would be women wrestlers. There’s so many female wrestlers these days and there used to practically never be any woman who stepped into the ring as a competitor in the early days here in WCF. I actually approve of both changes.

Buzz: What do you consider your greatest accomplishment in WCF?

Gravedigger: Returning to WCF as Hector Rodriguez and going from the bottom rung to becoming the world champion for a third time. I proved to everyone back then that not only could I still hang and still wear the big gold belt, but I also proved how devious and crafty I was.

Buzz: you greatest loss?

Gravedigger: My greatest loss was the World title shot at Blast in 2012. The one thing I’ve been able to say through my career here is that with the exception of the match with Torture and Creeping Death in 2009, I always won world title matches. I was always guaranteed to win. That match at Blast was the icing on the cake of multiple losses in a row as well. Despite holding the hardcore title for four months, 2012 was a bad year for me.

Buzz: I asked this same question to your fellow Hall of Famers Bobby Cairo and Logan: if you were to pick four people to honor on a WCF “Mount Rushmore”, who would they be?

Gravedigger: Myself for obvious reasons and not because it’s me you’re asking. Logan because of how dominant he’s been practically since WCF opened. Jonny Fly because he’s one of the most dominant wrestlers in one of the toughest periods of WCF history. The fourth would be Bobby Cairo, especially after how he’s been in the past year and with the big War win the other night.

Buzz: Until recently, you were in charge of the Penn State Wrestling Federation, a developmental system for WCF. What advice would you give to those newcomers trying to make it in the sport?

Gravedigger: Don’t sit back. Be aggressive. No one who was laid back and just let things happen has ever been successful in WCF. The whole lone wolf thing doesn’t work. If you have no one watching your back, you won’t last long here. Oh and don’t get in my way.

Buzz: Focusing on your recent return to WCF; you entered War at the behest of Seth Lerch to keep Jayson Price from winning the match. You accomplished that goal. Now, you are also taking part of Slam’s 300th episode celebration, wrestling another WCF Legend: Brad Kane. Do you plan to remain on the active roster after that?

Gravedigger: Oh yes. I didn’t do all that training and preparation for just the War match, despite what a lot of these rookies claimed last week. I’m here for the long haul.

Buzz: What are your goals now that you are back full time?

Gravedigger: To hurt people. To ruin people’s dreams of being the best here. To win the world title and maintain an iron grip on WCF. Anyone who doubts the possibility of these things happening is foolish and should have paid attention to War. I have no distractions and responsibilities like I used to the past 3-4 years. I’m here to destroy anyone in my way and I’m going to do exactly that with MS-13 at my side. We won’t be laying back. I will be attacking and hurting people. You’ll either get out of my way or get wrecked. I don’t care if you’re Tobias Barnz or Bobby Cairo or even Ice Beckman, there’s a target on your back and I’m not going to miss.

Hardcore Title Match
Livewire vs Steve Orbit

Zach Davis: Coming up next.... THE WCF HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Steve Orbit will be defending his hardcore championship against the challenger... "Livewire" Grayson Pierce!

Zach Davis: This match could end up going beyond ALLLLL expectations!! But, as of right now, we can see that Kyle Steel is in the center, of the ring. This hardcore championship match is about to get underway.

Kyle Steel: The following match is for the WCF Hardcore Chaaaaaaaaampionship!!

The fans begin to cheer loudly.

Freddy Whoa: These WCF fans sure do love their hardcore matches!!

"Hell Yea" by Rev Theory plays as the lights shut off. A spotlight shines on the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... From Long Island, New York... weighing in at 225 pounds... "Livewire" Grayson Pierce!!

After 30 seconds, Grayson Pierce doesn't appear.

Zach Davis: That seems weird. Livewire was completely amped up about this championship opportunity!!

Freddy Whoa: But no Livewire.

"Hell Yea" plays again...

The spot light continues to shine down on the entrance stage.

Zach Davis: Freddy!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What, Zach Davis?!

Zach Davis: We are getting word that Steve Orbit AAAAAND Livewire are fighting backstage.

A couple of cameramen are backstage, capturing everything, as the fans immediately explode with excitement. Steve Orbit and Livewire are trading punches, kicks and kneelifts.

WHOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Livewire: AHHHHHHHHHHH.... UGH!!

Steve Orbit grabbed a hold of Livewire and pushed him towards a stack of empty containers that was meant for WCF ring equipment and arena set up. The empty stack of large equipment cases fall down to the concrete flooring.

Livewire: I don't think so!!

Steve Orbit: Don't think what?!

Livewire: THIS!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Livewire just connected with a small carrying metal case to the skull of the Hardcore Champion.

The crowd roars out with excitement as Steve Orbit stumbles back, with a stunned expression across his face, before dropping on his ass. The challenger rushes over grabbing for a nearby cable, choking the champion with the cable.

Zach Davis: The challenger is choking the life out of Steve Orbit with that cable.

Orbit flails his arms around as he tries to grab for something, anything to help him break the choke and break free from the cable. The champion continues to struggle as Livewire tightens the cable's grip around the champion's neck and throat. Livewire smiles with a sickening demented glee.

Steve Orbit: UGH!! <cough!!> NOOOOOOO!! <cough!>

The challenger sees something that makes him even smile more.... a medium sized metal can.

SMASH-SMASH-SMASH!!

Zach Davis: The challenger has smashed that can across the forehead of the champion, opening a small gash. Livewire takes the edge of the can and digs it into the head of Steve Orbit, who screams out in horrific pain. As the blood begins to trickle down the face of the champion. LIVEWIRE TAKES THE CAN...

SMASH!! SMASH!! SMASH!!

The challenger smashes the can against the skull of Steve Orbit.

THUD!!

Orbit strikes Livewire with a back elbow to his mid-section. The challenger drops the cable. The crowd cheers out loudly. The champion grabs the dropped dented can and grabs Livewire and proceeds to smashed the can against the skull, of the challenger. Orbit digs the metal sharpened edge against the flesh of Livewire.

Livewire: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!

Steve Orbit digs his nails into the now gaping wound, on the forehead of the challenger. Blood begins to pour down the face of Livewire. The bleeding champion grabs the bleeding challenger and tosses him into another stack of equipment.

WHAM!!

Blood flies everywhere. There are massive trails of blood everywhere.

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit walks over to Grayson Pierce with evil intentions!!

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Livewire thrusts out a kick towards his opponent, connecting, sending Steve Orbit down to the concrete floor, with blood dripping down to the floor.

As both champion and challenger on their knees....

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Orbit and Livewire quickly explodes with thunderous punches to each others heads. Blood is flying everywhere.

Zach Davis: This match got messy very quickly!!

Livewire: FORGET THIS!!

Livewire pushes the champion away from him.

Zach Davis: The challenger created some distance between him and the champion.

Both Pierce and Orbit stand up. The Hardcore Champion charges at his challenger...

WHOOSH-FWAPP!!

Freddy Whoa: A standing dropkick executed by the challenger Grayson Pierce!!

Orbit drops to the floor, while hanging his head, with blood dripping down. Pierce climbs on top of a stack of the equipment boxes, with blood dripping down his face. Orbit moves around, trying to stand up. The champion tries to blink as the blood continues to pour down his face.

Zach Davis: What is the challenger about to do?!?

The crowd that is inside the arena, watches the backstage action on the jumbotron. The crowd are up on their feet. Livewire screams out as he is about to leap from the stacked equipment.

Freddy Whoa: That crazy S.O.B is about to do the craziest thing possible.

Grayson Pierce flies in the air and falls towards a prone Steve.

Zach Davis: Livewire flies in the air!!

Freddy Whoa: Grayson Pierce is airborne!!

Grayson Pierson gleams from ear to ear as he flies down towards Steve Orbit.

Freddy Whoa: THE CHAMPION IS UP!!

The crowd intensely watches as Livewire falls towards Steve Orbit.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! I'LL SAY IT AGAIN!! WHOOOAAA!!

Zach Davis: Let's check that out again on the replay!!

The replay shows Livewire leaping off a stack of empty equipment cases towards a lying Steve Orbit. The champion quickly gets up and catches the challenger and nails him with a ddt. Blood explodes everywhere!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA!! THAT DDT COULD OF BROKEN LIVEWIRE'S NECK!! Livewire is NOW crimson mess!!

Several WCF backstage agents charge the chaotic mayhem, that is occurring backstage.

Zach Davis: Several WCF employees, with white examination gloves, are stampeding towards the two competitors.

Livewire: SON OF A BITCH!!

Steve Orbit: I'm gonna kick your ass!!

Livewire: You're not leaving Seattle with that title!!

Steve Orbit: You're not walking OUT of Seattle!!

The backstage agents are trying to interfere. Both the champion and the challenger push away and deck the agents with massive punches, knocking them down to the floor. Orbit and Livewire, once again, charge at one another, with rage in their eyes.

Zach Davis: Both competitors are trying to tear each other apart!! The backstage WCF employees are trying to maintain order, so both competitors can take their aggression and action to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Finally!! Someone with some sense!! WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser is now involved. Now, he will break up this madness, so they can take the action to the ring....

Stanley Moser: RING THAT DAMN BELL!!

Freddy Whoa: WHAAAAT?!?!?

[DING-DING!!]

Zach Davis: This match is NOW officially underway!!

As the backstage employees backed away and Stanley Moser is in the picture, both Livewire and Steve Orbit charge at one another.

Steve Orbit: Both men connect with a collar and elbow tie up. Both men try to spit blood into each others faces.

Within a micro-second Steve Orbit nails his opponent with a quick jab, then follows that up with a low kick.

Zach Davis: That could of been a low blow.

Freddy Whoa: This is a hardcore match... ANYTHING GOES!!

Steve Orbit continues his assault on Livewire with spinning back fist.

Zach Davis: This assault, along with that back fist has dropped Grayson Pierce down to one knee.

The Hardcore Champion takes a few steps back....

Freddy Whoa: What's the champion doing?

Orbit yells out, then charges at a partially kneeling Livewire...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Enzuigiri!!

As Grayson Pierce's eyes cross, Orbit bolts towards a stack of cases, leaps off of them....

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: HOOOOLY WHOOOOA!! A SPINNING ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO THE SKULL OF LIVEWIRE!!

The champion grabs the long bloody hair of Livewire and proceeds to walk out of the backstage area and towards thew concession area.

Zach Davis: With the match now underway, both the champion and the challenger are now in the concession stand area!!

Steve Orbit sneer, then smiles as he sees something.

WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!!

Livewire: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Livewire screams echoes through the backstage area

Zach Davis: What a diabolical stunt!! Steve Orbit just threw hot scolding cheddar cheese sauce into the face of his challenger!!

Livewire writhes around in pain, as the hot mixture of bloody cheese sauce drips from his face. Orbit charges fiercely towards the temporarily blinded Livewire. Orbit grabs a tray of hot pizza.

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Livewire: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!

Blood sprays everywhere. Orbit picks up a bloody Pierce....

WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: The champion nails Livewire with several forearms smashes.

Orbit grabs his opponent and throws him into the t-shirt stand....

REVERSAL!!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Steve Orbit connects hard, as he flies into the t-shirt concession stand!!

Livewire wipes the cheese sauce off from his face. He grabs Steve Orbit...

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: The challenger connects with a short-arm clothesline.

Orbit falls down to the floor. Without any hesitation...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Crowd: WHOA!!

Freddy Whoa: HEY THAT'S MY LINE!! WHOA!!

Livewire connects with a standing moonsault.

Zach Davis: So much action so far and the competitors haven't even made it to the ring yet.

Livewire grabs for Steve Orbit, picking him up, in the process...

GOUGE!!

Livewire: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Freddy Whoa: The champion has his hands in face of the challenger.

Orbit digs his fingernails into the eyes of Livewire. Orbit, temporarily rolls his own eyes back as continues to administer excruciating pain towards Livewire.

SCRATCH!!

The champion rips his bloody hands away from the face of his opponent. Orbit whips Livewire away. But, the challenger catches himself as he leaps onto a random counter and turns around and leaps off.....

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: A modified suicide dive onto the hardcore champion!!

Livewire rolls away from the champion.

Freddy Whoa: Livewire doesn't see it, because he has his back temporarily to Steve Orbit, but the champion has quickly stood up.

Livewire quickly turns around, but by that time Orbit is already charging at him.

Steve Orbit: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: A MASSIVE CLOTHESLINE!!

Orbit grabs the back of the head, of Livewire and they BOTH stumble as they walk.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Orbit nails Livewire with a spinning back fist!! The challenger stumbles back, but the champion grabs him. The champion charges Grayson Pierce.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Orbit connects with a leaping kneelift to the face of the challenger!!

Livewire stumbles backwards and ends up falling back through the side stage curtain, ending uip ass first on the entrance stage.

Zach Davis: We see Livewire. All we need now is the champion, Steve Orbit.

That's when Orbit charges at Livewire.

WHOOSH-WHAM/CLANG!!

Freddy Whoa: Back body drop! Steve Orbit lands hard, with his back connecting with the entrance stage.

Livewire walks over to Orbit, but the champion grabs his opponent....

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: HEADBUTT!!

Livewire stumbles back as Steve Orbit gets up and charges towards Grayson Pierce...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: SHINING WIZARD!!

Orbit reaches down to Livewire...

THUMP!!

Livewire nails the Hardcore Champion with a backfist to Orbit's gut. Orbit backs up.

Zach Davis: Livewire is up and is charging towards Steve Orbit!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! LIVEWIRE LOOKS HURT!!

Orbit looks and notices a metal trash can full of implements. Orbit grabs for something. Livewire approaches the champion, by grabbing his shoulders. Orbit turns around...

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!!!

Zach Davis: The Hardcore Champion strikes Livewire with a kendo stick!!

THWACK!!

Orbit nails Livewire on the mid-section with the kendo stick. Welts begin to show on the stomach area of the challenger.

Freddy Whoa: That last strike causes Livewire to bend over, grabbing for his mid-section

THWACK!!

Orbit strikes the back of Livewire, who arches his back while holding out his arms.

Livewire: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGHHH!!!

Orbit drops his weapon and picks up Livewire....

THUD-WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: DDT ON THE METAL ENTRANCE RAMP!!

Orbit kneels down and begin to look over his downed opponent!! Orbit stands back up and grabs Livewire by the right wrist and proceeds to drag him closer to the ring. Orbit let's go of Livewire and goes on looking under the ring....

Crowd: TABLE!!! TABLE!!! TABLE!!

Freddy Whoa: What the people wants.... people gets!!

Steve Orbit pulls out a table, from under the ring. Orbit sets up the table before turning around and charges at Livewire.

Zach Davis: Orbit charges at his opponent!!

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Livewire grabs the legs of Steve Orbit, spins him around and nails him close to the beginning of the entrance ramp.

Freddy Whoa: SPINEBUSTER. Livewire also drops down to both knees, trying to catch his breath. Steve Orbit is arching up his back, screaming out in pain. The champion sees the dropped kendo stick, grabbing it. Orbit stands up and charges at the challenger.

Steve Orbit: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

WHOOSH-WHAM-KAAAAAABLOOOOOOOMIEEEEEEEE!!!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!

Zach Davis: Freddy did you just see that?!?!

Freddy Whoa looks at Zach.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Yea I saw that!! The champion grabbed the kendo stick and went ballistic and went after Livewire, but the challenger got the upper hand and back body dropped the champion onto the table, which is now shattered into splinters.

Livewire grabs a half broken Steve Orbit and drags him into the ring, close to a nearby corner.

Zach Davis: It looks like Livewire is climbing up the turnbuckles.

Freddy Whoa: The challenger is on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring.

Livewire drops down onto the top turnbuckle with a split leg and bounces off with a corkscrew and lands onto....

Zach Davis: THE CHAMP MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!

Orbit grabs Livewire and takes him to the ropes and ties him up. Orbit leaves the ring.

Zach Davis: Where is going?!

The champion grabs a piece of the broken table and reenters the ring, from under the bottom ring rope.

Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit approaches an extremely bleeding Livewire.

Livewire is spitting at Steve Orbit and trying to kick at him, despite being tied up to the rings ropes.

WHAM-SMASH-WHAM-SMASH!!

Zach Davis: Steve Orbit is smashing a piece of the broken table against the bloody skull of the challenger, Livewire.

Orbit drops down the now bloody piece of the broken table. Orbit unhooks Livewire away from the ropes. The challenger collapses down to the mat, but Orbit prevents him to fall down onto the mat.

Freddy Whoa: The champ has a hold of the challenger what is gonna do?!

Orbit puts Livewire into a half nelson.

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: HONEY DIP!!

Livewire remains motionless on the mat. Orbit looks down at his opponent and spats down at him.

Zach Davis: The champs bolts towards a corner. I have an idea what he is about to happen.

Freddy Whoa: This match is about to be over. What a bloody mess!!

Steve Orbit stands on top of the top turnbuckle and proceeds to fly off the top turnbuckle and lands hard with a somersault senton.

Zach Davis: THE OAKLAND SPLASH!! The champion just looks down at the challenger, before making the pin.

The referee slides into position.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

[DING-DING-DING!!]

Kyle Steel: The winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIILLL WCF Hardcore champion.... The Mack.... STEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORBIIIIIIITTT!!

Freddy Whoa: The champion has done it. Both men look in bad shape.

Zach Davis: But, Steve Orbit successfully retains his hardcore championship!!

Brad Kane vs Gravedigger

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ.

The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Adrian walks over to the side of the ring, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron with one of the ropes and then climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.

Gravedigger steps through the top and middle rope and walks over to one of the turnbuckles and stands on the middle pad and smirks out at the crowd as they rain boos down upon him.

Zach Davis: Freddy, Gravedigger was looking pretty good in War XIII. I don’t think anyone aside from Gravedigger himself was expecting him to last until the final minutes of the match.

Freddy Whoa: You’re right, Zach. His last few War outings didn’t end well, but he was in top form at this year’s event. Let’s see tonight where he stands with WCF and he has quite a challenge in fellow Hall of Famer, Brad Kane.

The lights in the arena begin to dim down as the crowd rises to their feet as the opening guitar is heard echoing through the arena. Fans cheer loudly as "Under and Over It” by Five Finger Death Punch is blaring through the sound system. The introduction for the song keeps building until that magical moment when the song breaks through. Pyro explodes as the lights come back on in the arena. Standing before them is that old familiar face with a slight smirk. Brad Kane stands on the stage telling people to get up to their feet if they aren't already. Feeling the pounding music he begins to walk to the ring slapping the hands of all the fans who have their hands over the barricade.

John: Introducing from Belfast, Northern Ireland weighing in tonight at 223 lbs, Brad Kane!!!!

Brad continues to walk around ringside showing more love for the fans who made him into a world traveled wrestler before hopping up to the ring apron. He jumps up over the top rope and leaps up to the second turnbuckle closest to him. Brad throws his arms into the air before jumping off and backing into said corner as he waits for his match to begin as more cheers and camera flashes go off.

The referee signals for the bell to start the match. Brad Kane and Gravedigger both walk to the center of the ring. Brad Kane holds his hand out to shake Gravedigger’s hand.

Freddy Whoa: Zach, most folks would think Brad Kane is crazy but the last time these two legends were in the ring, they left on good terms with a handshake.

Gravedigger looks down at Brad’s hand and smirks as he looks back up at Brad. He walks forward with his hand held out to shake Brad’s hand but then slaps him across the face. Brad’s head snaps back and he’s fuming.

Zach Davis: Wow! Right out the gate and he’s showing Brad Kane no respect!

Brad Kane leaps at Gravedigger and starts hammering him with rights and lefts. Gravedigger trades them right back and both men are slugging it out. Gravedigger’s height and size advantage puts him on top of the exchange and he backs Kane up into the ropes. Digger whips Kane across the ring and goes for a big boot which Kane ducks. Brad bounces off the ropes and nails Digger with a Koppu Kick, dazing the big man. Brad is in an upright position and starts delivering vicious kicks to the midsection and thighs of Gravedigger. Digger falls to one knee and Brad measures him up and goes for a kick to the head, but Gravedigger ducks and suplexes Brad over his head with ease.

Brad Kane is back up and floors Digger with a flying forearm smash. Kane hits Digger with a seated dropkick, keeping Gravedigger on the mat. Brad stomps away at Gravedigger’s legs. Gravedigger starts fighting back with punches and gets to the ropes and gets himself up. Kane irish whips Gravedigger across the ring and hits him with a European uppercut, stunning him. He hits Gravedigger with a stiff kick in the midsection causing Gravedigger to bend over and drops a leg down over his back, putting him onto the mat. Kane rolls him over and goes for a quick cover.

Freddy Whoa: 1 and a kick out, Gravedigger is not ready to go out any time soon.

Zach Davis: Brad Kane showing some huge offense here early on in the match.

Freddy Whoa: That’s what you have to do to keep a big man like Gravedigger down.

Gravedigger is up and Brad Kane delivers a pair of European Uppercuts, dazing Gravedigger and causing him to fall against the ropes. Brad runs across the ring and bounces off. He runs at Gravedigger and leaps up, dropkicking him, the ropes causing him to slam face first onto the mat. Kane quickly covers again.

1…2.kick out right after the 2!

Brad Kane is up while Gravedigger slowly gets up. Brad Kane measures him and nails him with the Dead to Rights kick. Digger goes down hard and is covered once more.

1…2…kick out!

Freddy Whoa: Every pin attempt is getting him close to vanquishing Gravedigger.

Gravedigger is slow to get up and shakes the cobwebs loose as Brad runs at him for another of his deadly kicks. Digger sees it coming though and ducks and launches Brad over his head. Just as it looks as if Brad Kane is going to take a nasty spill onto the outside, he lands on the apron to the crowd’s surprise (and a pop). Digger turns around as Brad leaps off for a dropkick. Digger somehow catches him and yells out as he swings Brad’s legs away and plants him on his back.

Zach Davis: Respecto!!

Digger yells out in rage and pins Kane.

1…2.kick out right after the 2 count!

Kane is up and nails Digger with rights but Gravedigger is shaking them off. Kane goes for a kick and Digger grabs his leg this time, pulls him in and nails him with a clothesline to the mat. Gravedigger stalks his prey as Brad Kane slowly gets back up, turns around and is flipped over backwards with a huge clothesline from hell.

Zach Davis: Grave Marker! One of the top three moves we saw repeatedly at War.

Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger isn’t even going for the pin here. He’s in the corner just chilling. What is he doing? He could have possibly put Kane away or at least made him work for a kick out.

Brad Kane is getting back to his feet and Gravedigger charges at him again for another clothesline, but Brad Kane ducks. He quickly turns and nails Digger in the back of the knee with a stiff kick, putting Digger down on one knee. Brad measures him up and nails the Kill Shot!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! This could be it!

Brad covers Gravedigger, hooking the leg.

1…2…the referee stops the count, pointing at Gravedigger’s foot on the ropes.

Zach Davis: Gravedigger showing that veteran mentality, knowing where he is in the ring.

Gravedigger is back up and Brad irish whips him across the ring, but Gravedigger reverses it and catches Kane on the way back with a huge powerslam. Gravedigger picks up Brad Kane and holds him up in the air for a stalling vertical suplex. He looks at the nearby camera and winks, as if this isn’t hard at all to hold him up there. Gravedigger quickly gets up and scales the nearby turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like he’s going to put Kane away right here with a Death From Above!

Gravedigger leaps off, but Kane has the move scouted and rolls out of the way. Gravedigger crashes to the mat.

Zach Davis: Brad Kane ALSO showing that veteran mentality by showing that he’s scouted the move.

Gravedigger slowly gets back up, but doesn’t see Brad Kane. He turns around and finally does as Kane leaps off the turnbuckle and hits a missle dropkick. Unfortunately for Kane, the impact puts Gravedigger close enough to the side of the ring that Digger quickly rolls out to regain his composure. Kane climbs out of the ring after him despite the protests from the referee. Kane walks over and grabs Gravedigger but receives a thumb to the eye. Digger grabs Kane and whips him into the nearby barricade, causing him to arch his back upon impact. Digger punishes Kane further with a snake eyes on the guardrail.

The referee has passed the count of 5 and Digger rolls in and out of the ring, restarting the count. He brings out WOOOs from the crowd as he chops Kane across the chest. Gravedigger scoops Kane up onto his shoulder and runs at the nearby ring post, but Kane slides off and shoves Gravedigger using his momentum to cause him to smash into the post himself. Gravedigger is on the ground hurting. Gravedigger starts getting up and eats a face full of boot from Brad Kane in the form of a KILL SHOT!

Gravedigger is laid out on the outside, possibly knocked out completely from that one. Brad Kane rolls back into the ring and sits in the corner for a few seconds, catching his breath. Gravedigger is still barely moving on the outside and the referee’s count is getting higher.

Not wanting to win this way, Brad Kane runs over and scales the turnbuckle closest to Gravedigger. He’s perched up there, looking down at Gravedigger below. The referee stops the count out count and starts trying to get BK to get down.

Freddy Whoa: What is he doing up there?? Is he signaling for the Mad Splash?

Zach Davis: That’s too high risk! If he misses, Gravedigger will have no problem rolling into the ring and getting the count out victory.

Brad Kane leaps off and nails a huge Mad Splash on the outside, eliciting a huge pop from the crowd in attendance. The referee starts the count again, but Kane slowly lifts Gravedigger up and rolls him into the ring. Gravedigger is barely moving. Kane climbs into the ring and covers him again.

1….2…..KICK OUT!

Freddy Whoa: Wow!! Gravedigger barely got the shoulder up on that one. I’m not sure how. That may not have been one of Kane’s biggest moves, but the way he did it was huge!!

Adrian of MS-13 is at ringside and receives some kind of signal from Gravedigger. Adrian climbs up onto the apron and the referee walks over and starts threatening to DQ Gravedigger. Digger takes the opportunity with Kane distracted as well and nails him with a big low blow. Kane goes down.

Freddy Whoa: Oh come on!! Referee turn around!

The referee does turn around as Adrian hops off the apron, but all he sees is Gravedigger lifting up Brad Kane and flooring him with another Respecto. Gravedigger goes for his first pin attempt in a while.

1…2…kick out!

Gravedigger picks Kane up again and this time puts him on his shoulder. He goes running across the ring with him for a Toluca Slam, but Kane slides off his back and pushes him hoping to put Gravedigger chest first into the turnbuckle. Gravedigger stops himself and turns around. Kane goes for a flying forearm, but Digger ducks it. He shoves Kane into the turnbuckle himself, sending him in chest first. Kane crashes and bounces back into the waiting arms of Gravedigger. Digger lifts him up and plants him with a reverse death valley driver.

Freddy Whoa: EMBALMER!

Gravedigger goes for the cover.

1…2…foot on the ropes!

Zach Davis: Brad Kane had his foot on the ropes!

Freddy Whoa: Neither one of these men are willing to go down!

Both men are back up, but Kane hits a stiff kick to the midsection out of nowhere, catching Gravedigger off guard. The crowd is buzzing and hoping for a Dead Set here. That’s when JJ inserts herself into the match by climbing up onto the apron as well. Brad turns to her and Gravedigger starts to come up from behind, but Kane was waiting for it and he turns with a KILL SHOT! The crowd roars loudly.

Unfortunately for Kane, the referee is still distracted and Adrian has rolled into the ring. Kane is ready for him and starts delivering huge kicks to Adrian. He has him backed up. Gravedigger is back up and he charges across the ring at Kane. Kane leap frogs Gravedigger miraculously sending him into Adrian. Gravedigger spears Adrian through the ropes and to the outside. The referee forces JJ off the apron. The crowd is buzzing and Gravedigger turns around. Kane runs at Gravedigger for a Dead Set but Digger side steps it. He kicks Kane hard in the side, doubling him over. Digger hoists him up on his shoulders and signals for a Death Driver.

Gravedigger plants him in the center of the ring to the jeers of the crowd. He covers his fellow WCF veteran.

1….

2….

3!!

The bell rings as Gravedigger stands up, his arm raised in victory. “Changes” by Deftones hits the speakers as JJ helps Adrian up on the outside.

Freddy Whoa: Wow!! What a match! Both men were giving it their all and that was amazing! The numbers game just managed to catch up with Brad Kane. It was all those damn distractions from Gravedigger!

Gravedigger climbs to the outside and checks on Adrian and the three taunt the crowd on their way back. Meanwhile in the ring, the crowd pops for Brad Kane and gives him a standing ovation as he sits there on the mat, looking out at the crowd.

Zach Davis: What a match, indeed.

Following his brutal match with Brad Kane, Gravedigger finds himself alone in the ring. He prepares to make his exit when suddenly the lights go off. Not the typical "mysterious guy appears" cliche, though; instead, a spotlight clicks on, shining directly on Gravedigger from above. GD himself is on guard, wary of surprises possibly hiding in the shadows around him. And then, a voice, ringing out over the PA.

Voice: The focus is on you, Gravedigger.

The tron lights up, with the image of a MS-13 gang tag spray-painted on a brick wall. It was a small tag, though the font was very stylized, very professional.

Voice: The focus has always been on you. At least for me.

The light above Gravedigger pans around the room, running over the fans in the front rows before settling atop him once more.

Voice: These people, they only ever cared for you when you were good, when you were the baddest of them all. But I? You have always been on my mind. For good, for bad, forever; you have been my focus, my obsession these last twenty years. And soon, oh so soon, it will be coming to the end.

A gloved hand reaches out with a bottle of spray paint grasped in its fingers. Then, with no attention to detail what so ever, the hand paints a simple, uppercase "P" in gold pain in front of the M; thus, the grafitti now reads "PMS-13"

Voice: Gravedigger you unlucky, pre-menstruated diva . . . I'm coming on you. Not for you. On you. I'm going to make you bleed, more than your momma or your precious sister ever did, and then I'm going to explode on you. A climax of epic proportions, one built up for twenty years.

The gloved hand runs a single finger through the "P," coming away with gold paint on the finger tips.

Voice: Midas' Touch doesn't have anything on me, Gravedigger. You'll know that soon enough. And then. . .

The hand balls into a fist.

Voice: You'll know nothing at all.

And fade away of both the tron and spotlight, leaving the crowd abuzz as to who this ominous figure could be.

Jayson Price vs Bobby Cairo

All of the lights in the arena drop as "Explosia" by Gojira kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive pop from the crowd.

Crowd: JAY-SON PRICE! JAY-SON PRICE!

Price pauses at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get themselves a good look before heading down the ramp, grabbing a beer from a fan trying to get a high five.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania...JAYSON PRICE!

He'll down the beer, toss the empty cup into the crowd and then roll in under the bottom rope. He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before hopping down to the mat. He'll pull off his shirt and throw it to the crowd before warming up for the match in his corner.

Zach Davis: Freddy is your body ready for this next match? Because mine sure is.

Freddy Whoa: Well I'm excited for it, for sure. But apparently not as much as you are. Just uh, keep to your side of the table all right?

Zach Davis: I make no promises.

The ominous cowbell of anarchy hits the PA system and the crowd jumps to its feet and begins to chant--

Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!

"Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine kicks into gear. A spotlight singles out "The Godfather of Professional Wrestling" Bobby Cairo as he makes his way through the crowd. The fans react with a loud cheer and chant even louder--

Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!

The "BO-LIEVE IN BOBBY CAIRO!" signs are out in full force as Bobby slaps hands with his supporters, gropes tits and asses, and generally makes a spectacle of himself while navigating his way through the audience.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds, from Poon Town, Poon Guinea...BOBBY CAIRO!

Cairo reaches the fan barrier, hops over it and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans, soliciting another loud cheer, before hopping down and readying himself for the match.

Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price versus Bobby Cairo. One of the most decorated champions in WCF history versus The Godfather Of Professional Wrestling.

Zach Davis: Whoa!

Freddy Whoa: Quit stealing my lines!

The referee directs both men out to the center of the ring to give them the usual pre-match talking to. Neither man appears to be listening, however, as they stare each other down. The referee has to step between them and push them apart to keep them from coming to blows before the match can even begin. He quickly motions for the bell to be rung.

[DING! DING! DING!]

Price and Cairo circle the center of the ring, trading smack talk as each man is waiting for the other to make the first move.

Bobby Cairo: You ready for another concussion, you fragile bitch?

Jayson Price: Who you calling fragile, gramps?

Bobby Cairo: I might be old but I can still pull in more poon tang than you, you ugly piece of shit.

Jayson Price: Yeah, well Twilight's got bigger junk than you, you needle di-

Cairo responds with a mighty, right open handed slap to the face.

Zach Davis: How dare he insult the legendary schlong of Bobby Cairo! That's sacrilege!

Freddy Whoa: It is?

Zach Davis: Well that's what Bobby told me at least.

Price holds onto the side of his face as Cairo taunts him, daring him to slap him back. Price raises his left hand like he's going to and then points to the side. Cairo's not falling for that one as he cocks back his fist and fires off a right hand. Price blocks it and responds with a thumb to the eye.

Zach Davis: And Price with a cheap shot, what else is new/

Cairo covers up his eye and stomps about the ring as the referee warns Price about cheating. Price responds by pointing out something in the crowd and the referee falls for it, turning around and looking. Cairo rubs at his eye, loudly cursing out Price, who in turn kicks him square in the Thickness.

Zach Davis: Call the authorities! That man needs arrested.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa. You really don't like this cat, do you?

Zach Davis: Does anyone?

The women in the audience burst into tears as Cairo doubles over in pain. Confused, the referee turns around in time to see Price pull Cairo in and drop him with a DDT. Price quite confident as he hooks the leg for the pin.

ON-

The referee can't even get to one before Cairo shoves Price off of him and gingerly gets up to his feet, cupping himself in discomfort. Cairo yells at the referee and points at his crotch, but the referee is obviously confused as he backs away from Cairo shaking his head no. Price spins Cairo around and shoots him into the ropes, running after him and following up with with a knee to the gut once he hits them. Cairo again doubled over as Price pulls him in, looking for a suplex. Price tries to snap one off but Cairo blocks it with his leg. Again Price tries and again Cairo blocks it. Cairo now snapping off a suplex of his own. Cairo back up to his feet and he drops an elbow across the face of Price before he can get up. Cairo now dragging the point of his elbow across Price's face, digging into the skin as the referee tries to break it up.

Freddy Whoa: And the Governor trying to play plastic surgeon with Price's face.

Zach Davis: Good, maybe next he can give Price a-

Freddy Whoa: Remember Zach, we can't get away with saying the same things they can.

Cairo finally relents, getting up to his feet, but then drops another elbow to the face before going for the pin.

ONE!

The referee is able to get a one count before Price kicks out. Cairo shoves Price back down and grabs hold of his arm, trying to lock in an armbar. Price fights back, refusing to let Cairo get the hold in. Price now up on his knees, Cairo desperately clinging to the arm as Price tries to pull free. Price finally up to his feet and he uses his free arm to grab hold of Cairo and lift him up into the air before slamming him to the mat. The hold is broken and Price pulls his arm free, shaking it out as Cairo scrambles to get back to his feet. Price charges him and hits a low dropkick to the side of the ribs, sending Cairo rolling out to the floor. The crowd still firmly behind Bobby, chanting for him as they try and will him to get back up.

Zach Davis: My oh my, do these people ever love The Thickness.

As Cairo grabs hold of the barricade and uses it to pull himself up, Price hits the ropes and charges across the ring. Cairo looks up in time to see Price dive through the ropes and step to the side. Price crashes into the barricade and ends up sprawled against it before Cairo grabs him by the legs and tosses him into the crowd. The referee starts up a ten count as Cairo takes his time walking to the ring and rolling in under the bottom rope.

Referee: ONE!

Price stirring in the crowd as Cairo leans up against the turnbuckles in the corner, taking himself a much deserved rest as he smiles at the cheering crowd.

Referee: THREE!

Price now on his feet in the crowd as he tries to pull himself over the barricade.

Freddy Whoa: Is it me or does it look like Price may be a little out of it?

Zach Davis: Oh good, the klutz went and hurt himself again.

Referee: FOUR!

Price pulls himself over the barricade but falls to the ground as Cairo continues to watch him from the corner. Price now crawling toward the apron and Cairo finally makes a move, climbing out onto the apron. Price pulls himself up and Cairo runs along the apron before connecting with a kick to the side of the head. The crowd with a collective "OOOO" as Price stands up straight, his eyes glazed over, before he falls to the ground. Cairo hops down onto the ground and kicks Price in the side of the ribs, flipping him over onto his back. Price tries to sit up and Cairo lays into his chest with a kick. The referee starts up another count as Cairo drops to his knees and begins hammering away with right hands.

Referee: TWO!

THREE!

Cairo now back up to his feet, dragging Price up with him by the beard. Cairo bounces Price's head off the apron and then rolls him into the ring before sliding in. Cairo hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE-

Freddy Whoa: Kickout!

Cairo up to his feet, looking a bit perturbed about not getting the pin. Price trying to get back up to his feet as Cairo stalks him from behind patiently. Price finally on his feet and Cairo spins him around before going for the RKO.

Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!

But Price had it scouted and shoves Cairo off of him and into the ropes. Cairo hits them, comes back and Price catches him with a knee to the gut. Price gets him in a cravate and hits him with the Downfall.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

Zach Davis: KICKOUT!

Price crawls to the corner and uses the ropes to pull himself up, a bewildered look on his face. Cairo stirs on the mat before pushing himself to his feet. Cairo upright and he turns as Price comes out of the corner with a superkick.

Freddy Whoa: Price Check!

Cairo ducks the kick, spins Price around and hits him with the R-CAIRO. Cairo with the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

"Killing In The Name" hits the speakers as Cairo gets to his feet and has his arm raised by the referee.

Zach Davis: CAIRO WINS! CAIRO WINS!

Freddy Whoa: In the first ever one on one meeting of these two, Bobby Cairo has pinned Jayson Price in a classic match. One can only hope this isn't the only time we see them go at it.

Zach Davis: One can only hope Price was actually injured again so Seth can force him to take time off.

Cairo exits the ring and continues the celebration as he makes his way up the ramp. Suddenly the camera catches sight of a masked man sprinting down the stairs and hopping the barricade.

Freddy Whoa: What is this?

As Price tries to sit up in the ring, the masked man grabs a chair from ringside and slides into the ring. The referee tries to stop him and takes a chair to the head for his troubles. Price trying to get up to his feet and the masked man slams the chair into the back of his head. The man drops the chair to the mat and pulls Price to his feet before setting him up for a piledriver. He hits it and rolls away from Price as officials run out from the back. The man quickly leaves the ring and heads back into the crowd as the camera tries to keep up with him.

Freddy Whoa: Who was that? What just happened?

Zach Davis: Justice!

Medics tend to Price as Slam goes to commercial.

The Truth Revealed

Freddy Whoa quickly points with his left index finger towards the camera then places his hand back down. Freddy Whoa speaks with a simple nod.

Freddy Whoa: And with that, we'll be right back.

Show comes back from commercial.

Zach Davis: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen.

An older gentleman is standing in the center, of the ring. He is wearing a mid to high priced suit. His hair, grayish blonde shimmers from the house lights. He wears gold colored framed eye glasses. He is hold a mic down to his side.

Freddy Whoa: Apparently, we have someone in the ring.

Zach Davis: Who is that?!

Freddy Whoa: I don't know.

Zach Davis: I thought you'd know.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Why would I know?

Zach Davis: You're Freddy Whoa!! You basically know everything that goes on around here.

Freddy Whoa: But, I don't know who that gentleman is that is standing in the ring.

Zach Davis: Whoa.

The cameras put their attention to the man who is now standing in the corner, with his back leaning against the turnbuckles.

Man: My name is Johnathon James Anderson. Some of you may know me as John J. Jimmy James. But, simply enough, WCF, you may call me J.J. Anderson.

Zach Davis: Why does that name sound familiar?

J.J. Anderson: I have two reasons why I am here in Wrestling Championship Federation. One. There is a man... NO!! Calling this... this... creature a man is an insult to all men here in WCF. Even Hank Brown. There's a man, here in WCF who below dirt. He is a fat, tub of lard who is beneath all kinds of existence.

Zach Davis/Freddy Whoa: Whoooa.

J.J. Anderson: This asinine ignoramus is an insult to our profession. Now, I am a manager of all managers, that has been managing great men around the world. I have managed World Champions. I have even had the pleasure of managing World Tag Team Champions. But, this symbol, a symbol of excellence explains it all....

J.J. Anderson holds up three fingers, his right pinkie, ring, and middle finger,

J. J. Anderson: A symbol of complete excellence. When you managed by me, you know you are the best. NOW!! Getting back to the matter at hand. This pig man.

Freddy Whoa: HA!! He said pig man!!

Zach Davis: SHH! I wanna hear what he has to say.

J.J. Anderson: This walrus of a horrible excuse of a wrestling manager has been officially been put on notice. We all know who I am talking about.

Crowd: WHO?!

J.J. Anderson: You know.

Crowd: WHO?!

J.J. Anderson: That's right.... WHO?! Even this crowd knows who I'm talking about. This piece of garbage I've been talking about is none other than Buddy Roman.

The crowd slightly pops, but mixed in with those small cheers are thunderous boos.

J.J. Anderson: That's right!! You hear that Buddy Roman?! BOOOO!! But, I will eventually deal with you. But, now I have something to address, that is very important. There is a problem inside WCF.

Zach Davis: What problem is that?

Freddy Whoa: We have a problem around here? I never noticed any problems around here.

J.J. Anderson: What I'm talking about is a man, who doesn't even call himself a man, at all. He doesn't recognize any human existence in him, at all. This... creature. This beast, who lurks around in the shadows. Does some reprehensible, deplorable things. Even goes out and kidnaps women and tortures them. sthem through a living Hell. Now, right now I want every man who is hearing this to look to the women in your life. Just look at them and think how you would feel if your wife, sister, aunt, grandmother or even, better yet, what if YOUR daughter was captured by this... this... monster. Horrible things done to her that none of you can even fathom. Yea, now you know what I'm talking about. But, some of you think it's all a charade. If what this beast does IS true, then wouldn't he been pursued by authorities? Yes, they would come after him and they have. Many time they have tried and successfully captured this monster. But, like many times before he has successfully fled away from capture. But, on the September 22nd episode of Slam, this beast exposed himself to who he truly was. and that opened up Pandora's Box. Reality, what we thought WAS true was just a big fat lie.

The person I'm talking about is.... "The Monster" Oblivion.

The Bank of America Arena shakes with a mixture of thunderous boos and cheers.

J.J. Anderson: Now, it's been introduced to us all, that Oblivion has been Paul Jackson, Stephan Johnson's best friend from Middle school and High School. As you all know, that it was Paul Jackson that brutally murdered and maimed her, hanging her disfigured body with her dead fetus, hanging next to her. It's also not a secret that Stephan Johnson, who had been wrestling as "Superstar" Ace Slaughter throughout the world, successfully since 1990 till this incident, succumbed to heartbreak. Heartbreak with enough pain to bring a man down to his knees. Down to his knees, ladies and gentlemen. Stephan was destroyed as a human being. His family had no choice but to admit him to a local mental hospital to where he would no longer be harm to himself. To which, he DID think of hurting himself to alleviate the agonizing pain, he felt down deep in his soul. But, in September of 2009, a man calling himself "Superstar" Ace Slaughter entered into Wrestling Championship Federation. For those who knew Ace Slaughter pre-WCF, thought it was strange how Ace Slaughter was acting. Slaughter himself explained why the extreme change in behavior. For a few months, this Paul Jackson had been calling himself Ace slaughter, until he decide there was time for a change, calling himself The Monster Oblivion.

Now, during this time, as we all now know, Stephan Johnson was in Withlacoochie Mental Hospital. It wasn't until recently that his condition warranted coma-inducing actions. While Stephan was IN the hospital, this fake... phony ass motherfu-.... was fooling everyone. Only Paul knew the truth... UNTIL NOW!! This where things change. Remember several minutes ago, I told you all that there was two reasons why I was here. This is the second reason. This IS that reason...

J.J. Anderson points to the entrance ramp. Thunderous drums and guitars begins to play. Lights and strobes begin to flash. People begin to stand up.

Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!

Freddy Whoa: What?! What?! What am I missing?!

The arena shakes from the thunderous rock music, blaring from the massive audio system. The rhythmic guitars, bass and drums continue to play.

All those Saturdays when kids go out and play
Yo, I was up in my room I let the stereo blaze
Wasn't faded, not jaded, just a kid
With a pad and pen and a big imagination

The bright white lights shine brightly towards the stage. A large man rushes out. A tall man, about 6 feet 4 inches, weighing around 280 pounds wearing a black mask, with hole in the mask covered by thin black mesh. Over the right eye hole is a large white star. In the center of that star is a red anarchy symbol. The man is wearing black jean shorts and a Metallica concert shirt with the sleeves torn off. White tape is covering the middle knuckles, of both hands, down to two inches past his wrists. There is black tape on the top knuckles, with black fingernail paint. The gentlemen is wearing black kneepads, elbow pads and black work boots. The gentleman comes running out from the back. some of those, who know who he is leap from their feet, screaming out ear shattering, thunderous cheers. The gentleman runs to his right, to the edge of the entrance stage, bouncing in place pointing to the crowd. The man runs to the other side doing the same thing, bouncing in placing pointing to the cheering crowd.

Zach Davis: Wait... HEY!! WAIT!! WHAT?! IS THAT?! IS THAT?! NO WAY?! I THOUGHT THAT OBLIVION WAS HIM. BUT, WE NOW KNOW THAT TO BE A LIE!!

Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! WHO?!

The man runs back to the center, of the entrance stage, before strutting down the entrance ramp, occasionally bouncing, grinning from ear to ear.

Zach Davis: If I'm correct and I'm being told that I am. Ladies and gentlemen this... is... "Superstar" Ace Slaughter!!

Freddy Whoa: WHAT?! I've heard of him!! Well, the old idea of Ace Slaughter. So, this is the REAL Ace slaughter.

Ace Slaughter is throwing out explosive energy that the crowd is feeding off of. Jumping, bouncing to the music, that some of the nearby crowd is bouncing to the music. Ace Slaughter is slappin' hands, giving everyone high fives, as he moves with the music.

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen at home. I cannot correctly describe to you the energy that is in The Bank of America Arena. It is explosive!!

Freddy Whoa: I can barely hear us talk and we have headsets on.

Slaughter makes a full rotation around the ring, before entering the ring and approaches J.J. Anderson. The music slowly fades out. "Superstar" Ace Slaughter stands in the center, of the ring.

Ace Slaughter: For those who don't know me, my name is "Superstar" Ace Slaughter. but before we all get started with this complete chaos and mayhem... CAMERAMAN GET IN REEEEEEEEAL CLOSE!! For all those at home. For all those that can hear my voice inside The Bank of America Arena I want all of you to stand up... CLAP YOUR HANDS!! STOMP YOUR FEET!! MAKE SOME NOOOOOOOOOOOISE!! SOMEBODY.... ANYBODY... EVERYBODY SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAMMM!! There's this son of bitch, backstage who have made a mockery of who truly I am. This is the TRUE "Superstar" Ace Slaughter. I am here to rid WCF of the rancid stench that has plagued WCF for the past 5 years. OBLIVION!!! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOOOOOOOOOOW!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! MY MIND IS BLOWN!!

Zach Davis: Exactly!! What we thought WAS the truth was nothing but a complete fabrication!!

Thunderous drum and heavy guitars begin to blare out the audio system. Some of the smaller children are holding their ears.

Wait another minute, can't you see?
What this pain has fucking done to me?
I'm alive and still kickin', what you see I can't see
And maybe you'll think before you speak

I'm alive for you, I'm awake because of you
I'm alive, I told you I'm awake, swallowing you.

Oblivion slowly slithers out onto the entrance stage. The Gathering and The Vixens surround their master.

Oblivion: OH LOOKIE WHO WE HAVE HERE!! OUR BRAVE HERO FINALLY SHOWS HIS GLORIOUS FACE!! But, while you withered away at that hospital, that I sent you to, I took over your life. YOUR life Stephan!! How do you like it?!

Ace Slaughter: Oblivion....

Oblivion: SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! FOR YEARS I HAVE WATCHED YOU GLORIFY YOUR LIFE THROUGHOUT THE WORLD. MAKING A NAME FOR YOURSELF!! BEING SUCCESSFUL, WITH A WIFE AND GREAT CAREER. while, I struggle with addiction and finding work I finally had to do something. You knew back in high school I adored Stephanie and you took her away from me!!

Ace Slaughter: Are you kidding?! she never knew you existed. She knew you WERE my best friend. But, that was it. NOTHING MORE!!

Oblivion: That was the problem "Slaughter". She never knew. you never let her know. That why from the time we were 14 years old, IT knew that IT wanted to destroy you. and that glorious morning in September of 2005, IT took everything that meant something to you. IT followed her from a medical clinic, where in IT's assumption came true. She knew she was pregnant. A few months pregnant... IT knew that was the time to take away EVERYTHING from you!!

Oblivion slowly walks up towards the ring, as The Gathering and The Vixens surround the ring. Slaughter suggests that J.J. Anderson leave the ring. Oblivion enters the ring, as does The Gathering and The Vixens.

Ace Slaughter: No matter what diabolical plan you have planned for me, you will never keep me down!!

The crowd feeling the severe problematic situation, begin to shout and cheer.

Crowd: SLAUGHTER!! SLAUGHTER!! SLAUGHTER!! SLAUGHTER!!

Oblivion stalks in closer and closer. The anticipation is growing thicker and thicker. The Gathering continues to click, moan, hiss and groan. As the sexual beasts that are The Vixens ooze in closer. There is that eerie pause of silence, then...

Oblivion: NOW!!

The Gathering and The Vixen charge towards Ace Slaughter, who kicks the mid-section of Oblivion...

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: CUTTER!! CUTTER!! Slaughter downs The Monster of Oblivion.

Ace Slaughter quickly exits the ring, jumping and bouncing around, as he throws his arms around, occasionally throwing "birds" at The Gathering, The Vixens and a downed and out Oblivion. J.J. Anderson hands Ace slaughter a mic.

Ace Slaughter: You see Oblivion, your diabolical plan for destruction will never come. "Superstar" Ace Slaughter is now in WCF!! The era of The god of Insanity is about to be dead!! You can take that to the bank!! With a name like Slaughter, you can rely on The Superstar!!

"Click click boom" begin to play, as Ace slaughter and J.J. Anderson begin to walk up the entrance ramp backwards as they watch Oblivion lying on the mat, watching them, trying to reach out.

World Title Match
Corey Black vs ICE Beckman

Kyle Steel: The following match is set for one fall and is for the WCF World Championship!!!

The crowd pops for the title of titles being on the line in the next match.

Zach Davis: Here we go, it is main event time.

Freddy Whoa: There is only one thing to say now....Whoa!

All of a sudden, Drunk and Crazy begins playing.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, your special guest announcer.... SHANNAN LERCH!

The crowd boos like crazy as Shannan Lerch steps out from the back.

Zach Davis: Ugh.

Freddy Whoa: This is very un-whoa, Zach.

Shannan heads to the ring, smiling broadly and holding up a sign that says "COREY BLACK SUCKS." She walks around, ignoring the jeering fans before sitting ringside.

Shannan Lerch: Miss me?

Zach Davis: No. You make me long for the days of Erin Robbins.

"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena.

Kyle Steel: Coming out first, from . Weighing in at 212lbs. He is the Number One Contender for the World Title...He is Corey Black!!

Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his ring gear. The lights continue as Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow.

Zach Davis: Corey has been looking forward to this chance for a long time now.

Shannan Lerch: He's already had more than enough Title opportunities, and you know it, Zach. You and I commentated on all of 'em.

Freddy Whoa: This should be a great match, no matter what Shannan thinks. Here comes the champion...

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 one hand and the World title in the other. He chugs the last half of the beer, then crushes the beer in his hand before tossing it into the crowd.

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 250lbs. 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: Look at these two looking at one another.

Freddy Whoa: You can tell from the look on their faces how much this means to each of them.

Zach Davis: It for the World title, but also some big time bragging rights when it comes to the Pantheon vs. Vapor King debate.

Shannan Lerch: I'm not a huge fan of the Vapor Kings but I hate Pantheon even more. And Moser has called for the bell, this match is on!

ICE Beckman runs at Corey who darts away, and smiles as he quickly moves to the other side of the ring. ICE again runs at Corey, but again the number one contender is quick enough to elude ICE.

Zach Davis: Corey showing off his speed over the bigger ICE to start thing.

Freddy Whoa: He can’t run away for the whole match.

And indeed Corey does as he runs up at ICE who lunges at the smaller man. Corey ducks under ICE’s arm and nails the Champ in the back of the head with a standing drop kick!

Zach Davis: ICE bounces off the ropes, school boy roll up by Black!

Freddy Whoa: 1...2....NO!

Beckman springs out of the roll up with a massive explosion that causes Black to sail across the ring. Black is quicker to his feet than the bigger ICE and charges at him with furry.

Zach Davis: Big Boot attempt by ICE!

Freddy Whoa: Which Black baseball slides under!

Shannan Lerch: He's a wily bastard.

Black is quick to spring at Beckman with a chop block that bring ICE down to one knee. Black then runs from behind grabbing ICE by the head and bringing him down to the mat face first with a bull dog!

Zach Davis: Black has ICE on the mat again.

Freddy Whoa: And again he is going for the cover!

1...2...Beckman again kicks out with force.

Black is up and right on top of ICE as he begins to get to his feet. Black is a fury of elbow shots and kicks as he drives ICE back into the corner. Corey grabs ICE to Irish Whip him from the corner, but as soon as Corey throws him out, ICE reveres and throws the Number One Contender back into the corner.

Zach Davis: And finally the champ has the upper hand.

Freddy Whoa: Corey may be quicker than ICE, but now that ICE has him corner the advantage turns to him.

Shannan Lerch: Speaking of "quick," Jayson Price. Just wanted to throw that out there. You ladies know what I mean.

ICE wastes no time driving his whole massive frame into the chest of the smaller man. ICE then brings Corey out of the corner, lifts him high in the air with a stalling suplex before dropping down with a massive thud.

Zach Davis: ICE showing his muscle now.

Freddy Whoa: And ICE now floats over for the pin, 1...2...Kick Out by Black!

ICE smiles before dragging Corey back up and throwing him off the ropes; upon return ICE tires to back body toss Corey, but choreographs the move too much.

Zach Davis: Kick to the face from Corey to ICE. ICE is stumbling back!

Freddy Whoa: And here comes Corey with a body splash...that takes both him and ICE OUT OF THE RING!!! WHOA!!!

Corey and ICE spill ringside. Corey is first one to run at ICE, but the bigger ICE is able to push Corey away. Black runs at ICE again, but this time ICE grabs him, lifts him up and brings him down jaw first into the metal outside railing!

Zach Davis: Oh Corey his holding his mouth and looking for a breather.

Freddy Whoa: But ICE is following him, watch out!

ICE catches up to Corey at the steps and grabs him by the hair in order to slam his head down onto the metal, ONCE, TWICE! But not a third time!!

Zach Davis: Corey is fighting his way free with Elbows to ICE’s mid-section!

Freddy Whoa: And here comes COREY!

Shannan Lerch: BOO! HISS!

Black runs off the stairs and leaps at ICE! Who CATCHES Him! ICE than rams Corey’s lower back into the side of the ring before rolling him into the ring to break Moser’s count.

Zach Davis: Moser count was up to 6 there.

Freddy Whoa: I think these both want to hurt each other more before letting this match end.

ICE climbs back in as Corey is up to his feet. Corey runs at ICE and ducks under a clothes line while at the same time sneaking it a punch to ICE’s gut! As ICE leans forward Corey plants him in the center of the ring with a swinging neck-breaker!!

Zach Davis: ICE is down!

Freddy Whoa: And Corey is up and more up as he is going to the top rope!

Black turns to the crowd and gives the devil horns before spinning around and flying off the top rope with a perfect moonsault...THAT HIT NOTHING BUT MAT!

Shannan Lerch: YEAH!

Zach Davis: Corey is rolling around in pain from missing that high risk move!

Freddy Whoa: And ICE is crawling over for a pin!

1...2...Kick Out by Corey! ICE then begins to use his strength and strategy by slowing down the match by locking Corey in a headlock while both lay on the mat.

Zach Davis: ICE doing a smart thing here and grounding the smaller Cruiserweight Champion.

Freddy Whoa: But this isn’t really ICE’s game either; he prefers more of a wham, bam, thank you ma’am type style.

Shannan Lerch: Much like Jayson Price.

Moser begins to check Corey to see is he is passing out, but Corey doesn’t drop his arm a second time. ICE forgets the boring submission and drags Corey to his feet.

Zach Davis: HUGE HEADBUTT BY ICE!

Freddy Whoa: And ICE is looking to finish off Corey with the Box Wine Hangover!

ICE prepares Corey for a jumping pile-driver, but Corey fights out of it by wiggling his feet to free himself. Corey lands on his knees and doesn’t hesitate to low blow ICE Beckman!

Zach Davis: OH BOY! Everyman in this arena reacted to that for they know what that feels like.

Freddy Whoa: They might know what it feels like, but ICE is experiencing it right now!

ICE stumbles around the ring until Black jumps on him, spins them both around and plants ICE skull first in the middle of the ring with a tornado DDT!

Zach Davis: And again Corey Black has brought ICE Beckman to the mat!

Freddy Whoa: Cover by Corey...1...2....Kick OUT!

Corey pushes Moser aside for what he thinks was a slow count as he gets up. Corey stalks ICE as he gets up until the moment is right to begin slamming elbow after elbow in to the head of the Champ. Black then readies ICE for a Northern Lights suplex!

Zach Davis: Corey going for his Your Plague move! Isn't the Plague an STD you've got, Shannan?

Shannan Lerch: ...

Freddy Whoa: ICE Blocked It! And his Corey up now!

Corey tries to scramble free, but rather just gets himself caught by ICE!

Zach Davis: Running Power Slam by ICE Beckman!

Freddy Whoa: Corey couldn’t free himself in time!

ICE Beckman gets himself up and leans against the ropes for a quick intake of oxygen. Corey searches for his own breather while rolling around on the ring, but only finds ICE’s big leg drop landing on his throat!

Zach Davis: ICE skipping the cover and keeping the offensive attack on Black.

Freddy Whoa: Beckman is just raining down rights onto the temples of Coreys; our Champion sure is at home in a fight!

ICE pulls Black up, grabs him for a huge German suplex...but he throws him too much and ICE is able to athletically land on his feet!!

Zach Davis: What a Movie recovery by COREY BLACK!!

Shannan Lerch: Shut up. He got lucky.

Freddy Whoa: And here comes the Number One Contender!!

Corey flattens ICE Beckman with a flying elbow! ICE is laid out and the people in the seats rise to their feet as Corey rises to the top rope!

Zach Davis: SENTON FLIP OFF THE TOP ROPE!

Freddy Whoa: AND COREY CONNECTS IT!...WHOA!

1...2...3- NOOO! ICE just gets his shoulder up in time. Corey might complain but his veteran instinct kicks in and he begins to stomp the shit out of Beckman.

Zach Davis: Corey is obsessed with winning tonight, you can see it his face!

Freddy Whoa: But it takes more than that to beat a Champion I suppose!

ICE somehow keeps getting up. Corey switches to elbows to the back of ICE, but he keeps coming. Corey runs off the ropes and at ICE.

Zach Davis: ICE catches Black! BACK BODY TOSS!

Freddy Whoa: Did you see the height ICE got on that move...Whoa!

Beckman takes a moment to gather himself as Corey rolls over under the ropes. ICE drags Corey into the center of the ring and hooks his leg.

Zach Davis: 1...2...No! Kick out by Corey!

Freddy Whoa: Both men have done everything they can to use big time, high impact moves here tonight.

Beckman again has Corey up and begins to rain down forearms onto the Number One Contenders back. ICE tosses Corey into the ring corner and waits for him to stumble out before grabbing him for a spine buster that-

Zach Davis: COREY REVESRED IT INTO A DDT!

Freddy Whoa: The Champ is Down...is he OUT?

Shannan Lerch: COME ON, ICE!

Corey moonsaults off the middle rope and connects with ICE Beckman as the fans begin to once again all stand in anticipation.

Zach Davis: Corey looks ready to be the new Champ! He is getting ICE to his feet to finish him off.

Freddy Whoa: Here we go WCF Universe...WHOA!!

Corey readies Beckman for the Burning Hammer; he hooks ICE for the beginning of a reversed death valley driver, but-

Zach Davis: ICE escapes out of it!

Freddy Whoa: ICE spins Black around!

Zach Davis: OUT OF NOWHERE ICE HAS BLACK DOWN!

Freddy Whoa: WITH THE COCKTAILED CROSSFACE!

Shannan Lerch: YEAH! TAP! TAP! TAP!

Zach Davis: HE IS IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!

Freddy Whoa: COREY ISN’T GIVNG UP!

Moser is on one knee and asking Corey is he wants to tap. Corey’s face is turning colors but he is fighting through the pain!

Zach Davis: Corey is dragging him and ICE towards the ropes!

Freddy Whoa: What a show of strength by Corey!

Corey is almost to the bottom rope! ICE releases the hold and drops a leg drop on the back of Corey’s Skull before dragging him back into the center of the ring.

Zach Davis: Beckman has the Cocktailed Crossface on Again!

Freddy Whoa: He is pulling back on the neck of Corey with everything he has!!! ICE is going to rip his head off!

Zach Davis: COREY TAPS! COREY TAPS!

Freddy Whoa: Natural ICE Beckman has won the Match!

Shannan Lerch: YES! MY COMEBACK WAS WORTH IT! YES!

ICE Beckman doesn’t release the hold right away, but soon does with the encouragement of Moser.

Zach Davis: You can hear the ring bell, this one is over.

Freddy Whoa: ICE Beckman is STILL the World Champion! What a Match!

Kyle Steel: The winner of the match...AND STILL...WCF World Champion Natural ICE Beckman!!

Natural ICE rolls up to his feet as Corey rolls out of the ring. Corey may be hurting, but he still has the strength to look at ICE Beckman who is looking right back at him.

Zach Davis: The war with Pantheon and Vapor Kings doesn’t seem over.

Freddy Whoa: But the Vapor Kings just won this battle.

Moser hands Natural ICE Beckman the WCF World Title Belt as Corey makes his way to the back. Natural ICE stands in the middle of the ring and holds the title high in the air for all the fans of Seattle to see.

Zach Davis: Well it appears the ICE Age continues...

Freddy Whoa: But will it last past Bobby Cairo and ONE? Only time will tell.

Zach Davis: And we may talk about Pantheon vs the Vapor Kings... but what about The Pack? What about Hellimination?

Freddy Whoa: We'll find out soon enough. Slam 300 is over. Hope to never see you again, Shannan.

Shannan Lerch: Shut up, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: From all of us here at WCF.... WHOA!

With that, Slam 300 fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Steeltoe Joe Arrives

Battle Royal: Tyler Walker vs Shawn Scholes vs Ultimate Destroyer vs Louis Bartkowski vs Prince Jimmy Dean

Steeltoe Joe Segment

Karina Drago vs Hyena

What's the Buzz?: Slam 300

Seth Lerch/Hyena Segment

Jonny Fly vs Biohazard

Steeltoe Joe/Deuce Murdock Segment

Chelsea Armstrong Segment

People's Title Contendership Match: Deuce Murdock vs Steeltoe Joe

Livewire Interview

Hardcore Match: Zombie McMorris vs Night Rider

Deuce Murdock Segment

The New Confederacy vs Jay Omega/Cormack MacNeill

Straightjacket Match: Jeff Purse vs Kaz Mazy

Steve Orbit/Livewire Segment

Roy Speede vs Seifer Black

What's the Buzz?: Jonny Fly

People's Title Match: Alex Richards vs Chelsea Armstrong

The King's Coronation

Television Title Match: Bryan Worthy vs John Gable

What's the Buzz?: Gravedigger

Hardcore Title Match: Livewire vs Steve Orbit

Brad Kane vs Gravedigger

Jayson Price vs Bobby Cairo

The Truth Revealed

World Title Match: Corey Black vs ICE Beckman

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
The Pack
Match:
Livewire vs Steve Orbit
Roleplay:

 

Champions

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