The scene opens up in front of a door that a group of security are guarding. The name on the door reads “Seth Lerch – WCF Owner”. The security guards turn to someone off camera and one of them steps forward with his hand out, demanding they stop.
Security: Stop right there, sir.
The camera zooms out enough to put Gravedigger in the shot. The crowd boos loudly and the boos get louder as a couple of biker thugs from MS-13 step up beside him.
Gravedigger: I’m here to see Seth.
Security: He’s not seeing anyone right now.
One of the biker thugs steps up in the face of the security guard’s. Gravedigger puts an arm in front of the thug and pulls him back.
Gravedigger: No, no, let’s not get you guys kicked out this early in the show. Let’s try and have a legitimate reason here. Come on, knock on the door. He’ll talk to me.
The door opens up and Seth Lerch steps out to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Seth Lerch: What’s going on, Gravedigger? What do you need?
Gravedigger: Lerch, you know exactly why I’m here. Who is it?
Seth Lerch: Who is who?
Gravedigger: Don’t play games with me! Who the hell is this stalker that’s after me?
Seth Lerch: How should I know?
Gravedigger: Are you trying to tell me that you just let anyone walk through the door and get into the production booth or walk out from the back?
Seth starts to answer, but Gravedigger smirks as he interrupts him.
Gravedigger: Wait, never mind. That’s a stupid question. Of course you do. This guy has apparently been stalking me for 20 years, so there’s no way in hell you don’t have an idea of who it is.
Seth Lerch: I’m telling you, Digger. I have NO IDEA who it is. This could be an early opponent of yours earlier in your career, an obsessed fan, your brother Chester, or even a spurned lover! Gravedigger, how many lovers have you spurned over the years?
Gravedigger looks confused and annoyed at the same time.
Gravedigger: Stop saying the word spurned! How do I know this isn’t you? Trying to get revenge on me for the things I’ve done to you and this company?
Seth Lerch: Come on, Gravedigger! That’s water under the bridge! I don’t hold grudges.
Gravedigger sighs in frustration. He points at Seth as he starts slowly backing up the hall, MS-13 in tow.
Gravedigger: Seth, if I find out you’re behind this somehow, I’m coming back for you and you better increase the security. Don’t be messing with me on TV.
Seth laughs nervously as he glances at one of the members of security. The guy holds his hands up and shakes his head.
Freddy Whoa: Last week Karina Drago was very impressive in her debut match up against Hyena in a losing effort. Tonight she looks to pick up her first win in the WCF as she goes up against The Ultimate Destroyer and Tyler Walker in a triple threat match.
Zach Davis: Walker Flylocker Flame has been getting a lot of advice from Johnny Fly of late. That could tip things in his favor. Unless he's still thinking of that hug with Biohazard. Maybe that tips things in the favor of the massive Ultimate Destroyer.
Freddy Whoa: You don't call yourself the Ultimate Destroyer if you can't back it up. Then again you don't call yourself the Space Werewolf if you're not crazy. This should be interesting.
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. 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.}
Zach Davis: She looks awful cocky for someone in their second match doesn't she?
Freddy Whoa: If you back it up no one cares how cocky you are. But the trick is whether Karina can back it up.
Ultimate Destroyer runs down comes down to air raid/police sirens jumping up the ring bounces around #ultimate warrior style#,and then starts to beat the hell out of the first person he sees,, OR, Sometimes is,wheeled down ,in a steel box #like they did the Tasmanian devil in looney tunes#, depending on how dangerous hes assumed to be at the time ,
Freddy Whoa: I hear Seth likes the fact we save money on licensing rights because Ultimate Destroyer doesn't use theme music.
Zach Davis: He doesn't need theme music. He's just a no nonsense asskicker.
"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.
The opening bell sounds but Ultimate Destroyer has grabbed the microphone from Kyle Steele and enters the ring looking angry.
Ultimate Destroyer: I told you two rookies not to show up and save yourselves the beating. Last chance before I get mad and crush you like I crushed those cars.
Walker Flylocker Flame: Are you serious? You only want me to leave because you know Flylocker's gonna kill you!
Destroyer immediately levels Walker with the microphone and hammers away on him on the corner with rights and lefts. Tyler comes back with punches of his own. The two muscular powerhouses exchange blows back and forth ignoring the third wrestler in the match until Drago dropkicks Walker right into Destroyer knocking him from the ring. She rolls up Tyler.
Zach Davis: Karina Drago took advantage of her opponents focus on each other to almost steal the win quickly. Whoa! Tyler Walker blasted her with a clothesline there!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa whoa whoa! Don't steal my lines Zach unless you want to get cut.
Ultimate Destroyer slides back into the ring as Tyler lifts up Karina in a press slam and tosses her at Destroyer who catches her and tosses her back at Walker who also catches her and tosses her back at Destroyer. He catches her and does the same thing, tossing her to Tyler but then he big boots Flame right in the face causing Karina to land on top.
Destroyer breaks up the pin and tosses Drago through the ropes!
Zach Davis: That was the most interesting game of catch in the world there!
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like Destroyer won it in the end.
Destroyer mounts Tyler and unloads with several hard punches, then switches to hard forearms then decides to grab onto Walker's head and just bounce it off the canvas several times. He gets up bounces off of the ropes and connects with a vicious double stomp to the head. He makes the pin try.
Destroyer quickly pulls Walker to his feet whips him off of the ropes and executes a sidewalk slam on the Beast. He bounces off the ropes again, connecting with a big splash! He doesn't make a cover though instead he lifts up Walker in a choke hold and raises his boot.
Freddy Whoa: He's going for the Soprano! You know the Space Werewolf might give be the same after that. But instead he is saved as Karina Drago chop blocks the Destroyer!
Zach Davis: She could have a huge advantage here as she's almost completely fresh.
Tyler Walker gets up and is immediately leveled with by Siren's Song, a spinning back kick. Karina tosses the Destroyer from the ring and tosses Walker to the corner, executing a clothesline then the bulldog out of the corner! The Femme Fatal. She makes a cover.
Ultimate Destroyer pulls her from the ring and tosses her into the ring post! Destroyer drags Karina onto the ring apron, boots her in the gut then lifts her for a powerbomb. He starts to climb the ropes going for the End.. But Tyler Walker shakes the ropes crotching Destroyer on the top rope. Karina then executes a clothesline knocking Destroyer back into the ring. But Tyler immediately punt kicks her right in the chops!
Freddy Whoa: Tyler Walker has clearly learned something from his time with Johnny Fly. He has completely taken over this match up and looks to finish things here.
Tyler drops to a three point stance and quickly clubs Drago with a clothesline.
Zach Davis: It looks like Tyler is going to put away Drago here. He lifts her up in the torture rack! He calls this Tyler's Touch and it would have gotten the submission if he didn't see Ultimate Destroyer coming and switch it into an atomic drop launching Karina right into Destroyer. He then charges spearing down both of his opponents!
Freddy Whoa: Smart move! Impressive move! Tyler Walker has this one on lock down!
Tyler slams the heads of his two opponents together, it knocks Karina loopy but Destroyer just staggers backwards shaking his head. Walker doesn't notice this though and lifts up Drago for a pumphandle side slam also known as the Jock Jam!
Zach Davis: He nailed the Russian competitor with the Jock Jam! This one is over. Referee Freddy Perry makes the count. One.. two.. top rope legdrop from Ultimate Destroyer! Your line Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The big man got some air to break up the pin there. He rolls Tyler off and makes the pin himself.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, The Ultimate Destroyer!
Zach Davis: Huge win for the Ultimate Destroyer tonight! He took care of business and scored an impressive win over two competitors.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah but Tyler had this one won until Destroyer hit him from the blind side. Which was a smart move from the Destroyer. A man that big that can think. Impressive stuff.
"Breakdown" by Biohazard plays and Biohazard comes out and walks to the ring as yellow and purple lights flash.
Kyle Steel: From Mexico City, Mexico, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds...BIOHAZARD!
Biohazard rolls in under the bottom ropes before springing up to his feet and running toward the corner where he poses to the delight of the crowd.
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.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the WCF Internet Champion...JAYSON 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. 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: Well here we go, one week before Jayson Price is set to defend his Internet Title for the first time since he won it back at Ultimate Showdown, Seth Lerch has put him in a match against Biohazard.
Freddy Whoa: Kind of an odd choice.
Zach Davis: Are you doubting the powerhouse that is Biohazard?
Freddy Whoa: Well....kind of.
Zach Davis: Blasphemy!
Freddy Whoa: All right, I guess. Hey, there's the bell!
[DING! DING! DING!]
Both men come out of their corners with Biohazard looking to tie up immediately. Price laughs at him and points to his chin, daring Biohazard to hit him.
Freddy Whoa: Well apparently I'm not the only one who doubts Biohazard's ring presence.
Zach Davis: BLASPHEMERS!
Biohazard cocks back his fist and starts to throw a punch before dropping his hand and stomping down on Price's foot. Price howls out in pain and grabs hold of his foot. Biohazard throws a right and hits Price in the jaw, stunning him. Biohazard now racing across the ring and he hits the ropes. He comes back and tries for a clothesline but ends up eating a boot.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I think I saw a tooth fly!
Biohazard tries to push himself up but Price catches him across the back of the head with his forearm. Price now just toying with Biohazard, slapping him across the back of the head as he tries to get up. Biohazard reaches the ropes and tries to pull himself to his feet as the referee keeps Price back. Price pushes the referee to the side and pulls Biohazard in before executing a German suplex. Price with the bridge and the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: No! Kickout!
Price back up to his feet, pulling Biohazard up with him. Price gets him in the cravate and drops him with The Downfall. Price with the pin attempt.
Suddenly the lights in the arena cut to black.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell?
The crowd buzzes as nobody can see what's happening in the pitch black.
Zach Davis: Well isn't this just fu-
The lights pop back on and Price is standing in the middle of the ring looking down at Biohazard and the fallen referee. Outside of the ring is a masked man.
Freddy Whoa: What?! Is that the same person that attacked Price last week?
Price starts to go after the masked man when the lights cut a second time.
Zach Davis: Oh come on!
The lights pop back on and there's a second, larger masked man standing behind Price in the ring. The crowd tries to get Price's attention but he's focused on the man in front of him as he pulls himself up onto the apron. Price invites him to get into the ring but he points behind Price. Price turns around and is leveled by a running spear. The crowd boos as the smaller of the two steps into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: What is this? Who are these two?
The larger man pulls Price back up to his feet and puts him in position before the smaller man hits him with a superkick. Price drops to the mat as the crowed continues to boo. The larger man then pulls Biohazard over to Price and dumps him on top before both men exit the ring and jump the barricade. The referee begins to stir and lifts his head up. Seeing the pin he slowly makes the count.
"Breakdown" by Biohazard hits the speakers as a stunned crowd can't comprehend what just happened.
Zach Davis: I can't believe it. Two masked men, one of whom we assume was the same masked man who attacked Jayson Price at Slam 300, have just attacked Price and cost him this match against Biohazard.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa. But who are they? Who would have enough of a beef with Price to do this?
Zach Davis: Well he's certainly made enough enemies over his five year career in WCF, it'd be impossible to narrow down the list.
Officials run out from the back to check on Price, Biohazard and the referee as Slam cuts to commercial.
Zach Davis: Alright, our next will go beyond all imagination.
Freddy Whoa: What you actually mean, that our next match involve two complete whack jobs.
Zach Davis: Yes. Kyle Steel is in the ring for the next match's ring introductions.
"Mad Man” Hits the PA system. Smoke and sparks fill up the entrance way. The Mad Man walks out onto the stage, punching and slapping himself in the head to psyche himself up.
The crowd: MAD MAN!!! MAD MAN!! MAD MAN!! MAD MAN!!
Kyle Steel: From Cleveland, Ohio..... Standing five foot ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds.. The Cleveland Mad Man.... Louis Bartkowski!!
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: WHOA!! This guys looks absolutely insane!!
Zach Davis: Yea, he has something in common with The Monster Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: YEA!! They will either fight or shakes hands. I say they tear down this ring. Make sure everything is out of the way, I have a feeling that the fight could end up coming our way.
Zach Davis: How do YOU know that?!
Freddy Whoa: Really?! This IS an Oblivion match. The Monster's match always end up a fight ringside and sometimes ends up coming our way.
Zach Davis: Now, all we need is The God of Insanity.... OBLIVION!!
The house lights go out.
Freddy Whoa: You ask and you shall receive!!
Zach Davis: Hush you!!
Light colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Stan Sheriff Center. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...
BREATHE WITH ME!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
Breathe the pressure
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion sneers at the camera. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm, pushing the cameraman several feet away. The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the Stan Sheriff Center slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Come play my game
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the addictive rhythm has the entire crowd in a trance and continues to dance along with the music. Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner. The strikes make The Mad Man jump slightly as he looks around for something more.
Kyle Steel: WHOA!!!
Freddy Whoa: HEY!! THAT'S MY LINE!!
Oblivion charges at a distracted Louis Bartkowski, as Kyle Steel bolts out of the ring.
Zach Davis: This match gets underway, as The Monster nails The Mad Man Louis Bartkowski with a double sledgehammer fists right between his shoulder blades!!
Louis Bartkowski: ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!!
The Mad Man arches his back in pain.
Oblivion knocks IT's opponent on the back with a forearm smash. Bartkowski stumbles forward and collides with the corner.
Freddy Whoa: The God of Insanity has evil intentions in IT's eyes.
Zach Davis: Oblivion charges towards The Mad Man.
Oblivion slams hard against Bartkowski, who viciously slams hard against the turnbuckles. The Mad Man collapses and slides down, with his back against the turnbuckles. Oblivion roars out, which causes the Hawaiian crowd to roar out with thunderous boos.
Oblivion has a hold of the top ring rope and proceeds to stomp down on The Mad Man.
Freddy Whoa: Now, The Monster is forcing his boot against the back of the head of The Mad Man, which is being forced up against the bottom turnbuckle. Oblivion has a death grip on the top ring rope. The God of Insanity is gritting IT's teeth, while snarling out.
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser gets involved....
The Monster of Madness now has IT's right shin across the back of the neck of Louis Bartkowski.
Stanley Moser: Alright Oblivion... BACK UP!!! ONE..... TWO....
Oblivion continues to put pressure on the back, of the neck, of his opponent.
Stanley Moser: THREE.... FOUR.... FIV....
Oblivion backs off. Bartkowski rolls out of the ring, falling hard down on the ringside mats.
Zach Davis: Oblivion approaches the ring ropes.
Stanley Moser stops The Monster. Bartkowski slowly gets up and sees Oblivion arguing with the referee and grabs
Oblivion kicks the face of IT's opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Louis Bartkowski just had his face kicked in and he stumbles backwards.
Oblivion, once again tries to approach the rope, but the referee gets in the way. Oblivion shuffles back and stutter steps. IT ends up tricky Stanley Moser and eventually gets out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Louis Bartkowski was waiting for Oblivion!!
The Mad Man rushes towards the ring steps and flies off of them...
Freddy Whoa: THE BEST DROP KICK IN THE BUSINESS TODAY!!
The Monster stumbles back, laughing at the simple dropkick.
Zach Davis: Oblivion just laughed in the face of Louis Bartkowski!!
Bartkowski gets angry as The Mad Man puts Oblivion in a side head lock and proceeds to viciously punch Oblivion in the face.
Freddy Whoa: At this particular moment, Louis Bartkowski has the upper hand over Oblivion.
Oblivion nails Bartkowski on the ribs with several forearms shots.
Zach Davis: Belly to back side suplex by Oblivion!!
Freddy Whoa: That nearly broke Louis Bartkowski in half!!
Oblivion picks up Bartkowski....
Zach Davis: The Mad Man just drop toe hold The Monster into the steel ring step.
Oblivion's head bounces off the steps and unintentionally spun around....
Freddy Whoa: Kick in the huge guy of The Monster
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! DDT BY LOUIS BARTKOWSKI!!
The Mad Man flips over Oblivion.
Zach Davis: BOSTON CRAB!!!
Oblivion screams out in simple pain. The Monster uses IT's massive arms to push ITself up and slowly crawl towards the ringsteps.....
Oblivion uses IT's massive size and flips Bartkowski around, as he hits the ringside mat hard.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like as if Louis Bartkowski is not wasting any time.
Bartkowskit grabs the head of The Monster and slaps it hard agains the metal steps.
Zach Davis: WHAT IN THE BLUE HELL IS LOUIS BARTKOWSKI DOING?!?!
The Mad Man takes the opportunity to swirl around to roar at the crowd.
Crowd: MAD MAN!!! MAD MAN!! MAD MAN!! MAD MAN!!
The crowd gasps as Bartkowski stops pounding his own face, head and chest to slowly turn around....
The Monster grabs the left wrist of his opponent with IT's left hand and pulls Bartkowski towards ITself....
Zach Davis: Short-arm clothesline!!
Oblivion grabs The Mad Man and tosses him hard into the security railing.
The God of Insanity pushes the head of Bartkowski and forces the face into the bottom railing of the steel security railing.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion picks up The Mad Man....
Zach Davis: Throat first across the railing!!
Stanley Moser: Get him back in the ring, Oblivion!!
Bartkowski slowly gets up to one knee.....
Zach Davis: ENZIGUIRI!!!
Oblivion grabs IT's opponent and throws Bartkowski back into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: The Monster goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: That's only one!!
Freddy Whoa: That's two!! Oblivion could have this one in the bag!!!
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEE.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: WHAAAAAAAAAA.....?!?!?!?
Oblivion picks up Bartkowski right as Moser's hands was about to strike the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Why would Oblivion do that?! He had the match won!!
Zach Davis: It's Oblivion. When does anything IT does make any sense?
Oblivion picks up Bartkowski and tosses him into the ropes. The Mad Man bounces off the ropes, as does Oblivion on the other end of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: Louis Bartkowski shoulder blocked the knees of The Monster!!!
Bartkowski struggles to move Oblivion to awkwardly snapmare The Monster.....
Freddy Whoa: SLEEPER!!!!
Oblivion flails IT's arms around as IT struggles to stand. the crowd cheers as Bartkowski jumps on the back of The Monster.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is slowly standing up!!
Freddy Whoa: But, The Mad Man is still on the back of Oblivion, squeezing on the sleepeer hold!!
Oblivion stumbles around and ends up stumbling backwards....
Louis Bartkowski: OOF!!!
Oblivion squishes The Mad Man in between ITself and the corner. The God of Insanity stumbles back as Bartkowski stumbles forwards.
Zach Davis: Oblivion picks up The Mad Man in a gutwrench....
Freddy Whoa: FALLING DOCTOR... GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!!!
Oblivion begins to laugh at The Mad Man, who struggles to just to get a simple base. Bartkowski begins to shake with anger.
Louis Bartkowski: I TOLD YOU NOT TO LAUGH AT ME!!
Bartkowski quickly hops up and proceeds to quickly pound both sides of his own chest.
Zach Davis: The Mad Man roars out and charges at The Monster Oblivion!!
Freddy Whoa: BOOT TO THE FACE OF THE MAD MAN!!
Oblivion picks up a limp Bartkowski and throws him hard into a corner.
The Monster charges fast at Barkowski...
The Monster flies in the air....
Zach Davis: SPLASH!!!
Bartkowski stumbles out.
Freddy Whoa: THE MONSTER MISSES THE SUPER KICK!!
The Mad Man pushes Oblivion into the ropes, Oblivion bounces off....
Zach Davis: DROPKICK TO THE RIGHT KNEE OF THE MONSTER!!
Oblivion partially drops to one knee, as Barkowski struggles almost comically by grabbing Oblivion.....
Bartkowski howls out in pain as he grabs for his back. His face distorts in a funny way, as he shows pain on his face.
Freddy Whoa: HA-HA-HA-HA!! That's the funniest and sloppiest belly to belly suplex ever!!
Bartkowski stumbles around, falling down to one knee, several times as he gets to the corner, when he collapses towards the corner. Mad Man struggles to climb up the turnbuckles. Without wasting another second....
Zach Davis: WHAT IS THE MAD MAN TRYING TO DO?!?
Bartkowski slips off the top turnbuckle and slams his head own head across the prone body of Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! THE ORIGINAL FLYING HEADBUTT!!
Louis Bartkowski doesn't move. the nearby crowd stands up to observe what has happened inside the ring.
Zach Davis: WAIT A SECOND!! I THINK LOUIS BARTKOWSKI KNOCKED HIMSELF OUT!!
Bartkowski lays on top, of The Monster. The referee slides into position.
Zach Davis: Wait a second....
Freddy Whoa: Wait... what?!
Zach Davis: WHAT?!?!?!?
Oblivion stands up and grabs Louis Bartkowski and puts him in an airplane position. The Monster knocks the legs off the shoulders....
Zach Davis: CHECK OUT TIME SUPERKICK!!
Louis Bartkowski collapses against the ropes. The Monster snarls out, as the crowd violently boo.
Crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!! OBLIVION SUCKS!! OBLIVION SUCKS!! OBLIVION SUCKS!!
The Monster kicks The Mad Man and grabs him into an inverted suplex position....
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH...... WHAM!! STUNNER!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOA!! SOULTAKER!!
Oblivion grabs Bartkowski and drags The Mad Man, with a snarl, in the center of the ring. Oblivion covers him.
Zach Davis: Unbelieveable!! The winner of the match.... THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!!
Livewire stands in front of Seth Lerch’s desk. Seth has a mad look on his face, and is wearing a sling over his shoulder.
Livewire: What’s this all about?
Seth Lerch: I’ll tell you when the remainder of the participants is here.
With that Steve Orbit walks into the room with the hardcore title draped over his shoulder.
Steve Orbit: What’s the deal, Seth… yo, what’s this fool doin’ here?
Livewire: I was just about to ask the same question, but instead of fool I was gonna say ‘Asshole!’
Orbit motions to hit Pierce in the head with the belt and Livewire braces himself and gets ready to pounce.
Seth Lerch: EASY YOU TWO! We don’t want to have an incident like last week now do we?
Both men even out and face their boss, but both keeping one eye on one another.
Seth Lerch: Despite the fact that you two tried to ruin the biggest Slam in history I was able to save face by sending Stanley Moser back there to start the match. And despite the fact that you two completely disrespected the WCF last week, money talks, and the ratings skyrocketed, and the twitterverse went out of control during your match, so much so that #wcfhardcoretitle was the top world wide trending topic for the remainder of the show. As we all know, I’m a man of the people, and I give the people what they want. So At Helloween it will be Steve Orbit and Livewire in a 30 minute Iron Man match for the Hardcore Title.
Steve Orbit: Screw that, I already done wiped the floor with this ignant fool.
Livewire: You walked out of that match worse for wear than I did!
Steve Orbit: But I walked out with THIS!
Orbit holds the Hardcore Title up.
Seth Lerch: The people have spoken. I have spoken… now get out of my office, I’ve got a show to run.
Livewire turns around to leave and Orbit cracks him over the back of the head with the title belt. Gray falls forward, turns around with fire in his eyes, and spears Orbit forward, and through Seth’s table. Gray mounts Orbit and stars lacing into him as Orbit covers up and tries to get out of it. Seth gets up and backs away from the melee.
Seth Lerch: Someone get security in here to clean this mess up. I don’t need an incident like last week.
Security comes rushing in and it takes 6 men to separate the two wrestlers, who are still flailing at each other.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Did you hear that? We get another shot to see Orbit and Livewire go at each other.
Zach Davis: That’s not fair to Orbit, he should be getting new competition.
Freddy Whoa: If Orbit was a fighting champion, he would face anyone the boss throws at him.
Zach Davis: Well you better be damn sure he will, and I’d bet he come out on top again!
Freddy Whoa: I’ll take that bet.
Zach Davis: The normal wager:
Freddy Whoa: 2 bottles of Jaeger and a swift kick in the testicles?
Zach Davis: You’re on!
The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word death as horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp and blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black Armstrong... 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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-Pac... The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black-Armstrong.
Zach Davis: Hm. Someone really needs to update Kyle's information cards.
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 he 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 and making the sign of the cross with his arms and tipping his head back before spitting luminous liquid in the air. 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 the match to start.
The song begins to blare throughout the arena as "The Crazy One" Kaz Mazy leaps out from behind the curtain and begins dancing on the stage to his entrance music, Sophia trailing a few paces behind him.
To be the best, you gotta pass the test
This continues for several seconds before Kaz runs down the ramp and slides into the ring to a large pop from the crowd. He continues to dance in the ring to an even louder pop from the crowd. He flourishes against the rope.
Freddy Whoa: Well let's get started - wait what's this?
Seifer Black is arguing with Kyle Steel for announcing that he's from S-PAC and announcing his name as Seifer Black-Armstrong. Kyle is apologizing, but Seifer doesn't seem to care. He rears his hand back.
Zach Davis: He's gonna hit poor Kyle!
Kaz Mazy rolls Seifer up from behind before he can!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Mazy rolls away as Seifer gets up. He turns his attention to the referee now, wondering what the hell happened, as Mazy makes his escape with his victory.
Zach Davis: Another win for Kaz Mazy! Maybe he's not as crazy as we think?
Freddy Whoa: Nah.. he definitely is.
Seifer angrily stomps the mat as we go to commercial.
"Orion" by Metallica begins playing over the speakers. After a few moments, no one comes out.
Zach Davis: Where is Night Rider?
Freddy Whoa: It's dark. He should be here.
Zach Davis: Huh?
Freddy Whoa: He's nocturnal, Zach. A rider of the night. You should know these things!
Still not a Rider in sight. Metallica cuts.
Zach Davis: H'm.
A dream beat rolls. "Treachery" by Bleach hits the speakers.
Freddy Whoa: This isn't Roy Speede's music!
LOGAN appears at the top of the ramp to a surprised audience. He has a microphone in his hand, signaling for the theme to end, which it does.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on?! This was scheduled to be Night Rider versus Roy Speede, and neither of those men are out here, but Logan is?!
Logan: Quiet down, babygurls. Roy Speede will not be here tonight. Maybe his tire went flat on the way here. Couldn't really tell you.
Logan: As for Night Rider? How the hell am I supposed to know? Maybe he'll walk out here while I'm talking and interrupt a promo of treachery. Maybe he's on the toilet backstage. Who knows these things. Not me. I do know one thing though, that after celebrating Roy's Slam 300 victory via Twitter. A certain someone simply replied with... laugh out loud? That so called King of Wrestlers, yes, Corey Black, who lately has been the king of the tap out. He taps out two consecutive weeks in a row, can't handle the pain, and then has the nerve to 'lol' the Twitter account of treachery?! Wow. We had a pretty tight match at Ultimate Showdown, he was the better guy that night. We've definitely shared our wins and losses, and I've never honestly liked him, but after Showdown I just kind of let that go. Now, however, he reminds me of why I disliked him to begin with. He thinks he's the be all - end all. That HE is the measuring stick. I'm not going to stand out here and talk all night, but I'll say this... Corey Black, we're not done. Get your King Boudle ass out here right now!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Instead of Corey, Seth Lerch walks out onto the stage with a microphone.
Seth Lerch: If it isn't Mr. WCF showing up out of thin air once again. You want Corey Black?
Seth Lerch: You'll get Corey Black!
Seth Lerch: But not tonight.
Seth Lerch: Calling it official right now, Logan versus Corey Black at Helloween... in a rope of treachery machete match!
Zach Davis: What?!
Seth Lerch: You'll both be connected by one another's wrists in hotdogs linked of barb wire, and above the ring hangs a machete. Whoever reaches the machete and cuts the hotdog rope of treachery... wins.
Lerch drops his mic like a bomb. Logan blinks.
Zach Davis: Man's a genius.
We cut to commercial.
We cut to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From Trenton, New Jersey, standing six feet tall and weighing in at one-hundred eighty pounds... RYAN BLAKE!
"Down and Out" by Tantric fades as Ryan Blake smuggly looks over the crowd from the second turn-buckle. "Hell Yea" by Rev Theory starts and Ryan turns his attention toward the entrance ramp, a cocky smile crossing his face as a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp. A shadow runs toward it, growing larger and larger until the words hit on the music... "GIMME A HELL... GIMME A YEA!!" and Gray Pierce bursts through the curtains. He slaps hands down the aisle to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From Long Island, New York, standing six feet two inches and weighing in at two-hundred twenty-five pounds... "LIVEWIRE" GRAYSON PIERCE!
Unbeknownst to Pierce, Blake has planned his attacked. Just as Gray enter the ringside area, Blake bounces off the opposite ropes, jumps to the top rope, and leaps.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: Beautiful springboard moonsault by Ryan Blake! Livewire doesn't know what hit him.
Livewire stares at the ceiling in a daze and Blake kips up and rifles under the ring search for something. He pulls out a step-stool and sets it up.
Zach Davis: After last week's epic match with Steve Orbit, the last thing Pierce was looking for was another hardcore match. He still has some bruising to show for it.
Freddy Whoa: Blake climbs the three-runged mini-ladder...
Zach Davis: Step-stool.
Freddy Whoa: Used like that it's a ladder!
Like a shot Livewire gets to his feet and charges at Blake. He dropkicks Ryan's knee and he drops hard, straight down where chin met steel. Livewire quickly drops and elbow on Blake's neck caused Blake to drop like a sack of potatoes.
Freddy Whoa: What a thoughtful guy! Livewire is putting the ladder up so no more harm can come.
Zach Davis: Or not.
Freddy Whoa: Grayson Pierce just reared back and hits Ryan Blake in the back. And a kick in the ribs for good measure.
The ref is beside himself. He's urging both to enter the ring. With a nod and a quick check for blood from his mouth, Grayson slides into the ring. Blake is slow about getting to his feet. As soon as he does Pierce reach over the top rope, grabs a handful of hair, and helps Blake in. Ryan takes the initiative, pokes Livewire in the eyes, and hotshots him on the top rope. Blake quickly slides in.
DING. DING. DING.
Zach Davis: Finally the match officially starts.
Blake races to Livewire but is met with a serious of stomach punches. Livewire finishes the series with a modified European uppercut. Blake falls backwards theatrically and flat like the felling of a redwood. Livewire hops to the second rope and jumps.
Freddy Whoa: Ryan Blake is too fast. He rolls out of the way just in time.
Pierce holds his elbow and rolls on the mat in pain. Blake follows up quickly with a leg drop then spins to apply an arm bar to Livewire's injured arm. It takes just a couple seconds for Grayson to reach the ropes. The ref calls for a break and there is a clean one.
Zach Davis: Blake had some clever ideas so far, like having a plan to ambush Pierce before the match and working the injured arm. Now, he's keeping his distance from Pierce. Refusing to lock-up.
Every time Livewire goes for a tie-up Blake dodges or leans under the top rope. After four times, Pierce becomes aggitated. He rashing charges and dives at Blake.
Freddy Whoa: Olé!
Ryan sidesteps the spear and Livewire hits face-first into the turnbuckle. Blake pries his out of the corner with his arms around Pierce's midriff.
Zach Davis: Blake could be going for the win right here.
Ryan pulls backwards with all his might.
Freddy Whoa: A powerful German suplex. The ropes are still shaking.
He goes again, this time with more whip. Blake doesn't release yet. He forces Pierce back up again. And for a third time, Ryan drops Pierce on his neck. This time he bridges.
Freddy Whoa: Blake is focused on this match. He knows what kind of competitor Livewire is and he's not letting up. He applies the armbar again.
This time Pierce has difficulty getting to the ropes, but he does and slides outside the ring to gather himself. On the count of five, Pierce slides back into the ring. Not wanting to lose the advantage, Blake rushes in. CLACK!
Zach Davis: Pierce is ready for him that time. He met the charge with a vicious superkick. Now Livewire takes inititive.
Grayson climbs atop Blake and starts to pummel him with lefts and rights. Livewire only breaks when the ref counts to four and gives him a warning. Taking no heed Pierce jumps on Blake again. Pummels him again. The ref counts again.
Freddy Whoa: What has gotten into Livewire recently? He fought at War with no fear, took Orbit to the limits and beyond, and now, this is a mean side of Livewire.
Zach Davis: Hey, fiancee's do it to a man. I mean, you can't hit a woman.
Freddy Whoa: Unless you're in the WCF.
Zach Davis: True.
On four he breaks again. The reprimand is stern from the ref but Livewire pays him no mind.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Livewire just slapped the stuffing out of Blake then took his head off with a clothesline.
Livewire unleashes a primal scream, psyching himself up and drawing cheers from the crowd. He steps over the ropes and climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Thunder in Paradise! Expertly hits. Livewire goes for the cover.
Blake kicks out. Pierce growls and pulls Blake to his feet by his hair. Just a Blake stands up, he grabs Pierce's head and delivers a teeth-chatter chinbreaker. Blake legsweeps Livewire and delivers a standing somersault legdrop. Cover.
Pierce kicks out. Blake now pulls Pierce to his feet by his hair. He bounds off the adjacent rope, tries to clothesline Pierce but misses. Pierce bounces off the opposite ropes. The two cross a couple times. When they find the right trajectory, Blake goes for a dropkick, but Livewire counters with a jumping bulldog. Ryan's face meets canvas. He staggers up.
Zach Davis: A kick to the bread basket sends Blake sprawling into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Livewire to the opposite corner. He charges...
Zach Davis: Chest first into the corner turnbuckles goes Grayson Pierce.
To counter, Blake again goes to the ropes. He races in toward Livewire.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA MY GOD!
Zach Davis: From out of nowhere... HIGH VOLTAGE! Pierce goes for the cover.
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, "Livewire" Grayson Pierce!
Freddy Whoa: Livewire isn't finished. He's gotta the ladder...
Zach Davis: Step-stool.
Freddy Whoa: Step-stool and he's going to beat the tar out of Ryan Blake with it. Why would he do such a thing?
Zach Davis: Let's be fair on this, Blake brought the step-stool into the match.
Livewire looks to the crowd. Many look mystified that he's going to bludgeon someone with a steel step-stool, others cheer loudly for more carnage. Livewire point at one particularly loud fan offers a thumbs up, and rears back.
Freddy Whoa: Who is that?
Zach Davis: I dunno, but he's a large gentleman.
A dark-complected man, about six and a half feet tall wearing a black shirt that has non-ornate "EU" on the front and "STAFF" on the back. He gets in between Blake and Pierce holding up pleading hands and speaking softly to Livewire in calming tones.
Zach Davis: I'm terrible at lip reading, what's he saying?
Freddy Whoa: Almond... mound... drinking... get a tan...
Zach Davis: Yeah... no help. I highly doubt that's what he was saying.
Whatever it was must have worked. With a shrug Livewire tosses the folded stool to the large man who catches it with a relieved look on his face. The briefest of smiles passed his face before...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Another High Voltage, this time to the stool into the face of the young man only trying to stop wanton violence. What has gotten into Livewire lately?
As calm as can be, he exists the ring and heads to the back.
Zach Davis: I don't know, Freddy, but I like it. A little viciousness never hurt anyone, especially considering the honeymoon coming up. You can't beat rough sex.
Zach Davis: All right folks, it is now time for the strange among you to rejoice, as we get set to watch People's Champion Alex Richards defend his title against the People's Pastor, Steeltoe Joe.
Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach. And personally, I been waiting for this match all night. These two, among others, have been blowing up Twitter all week, and I'm looking forward to watching them put their money where their mouths are.
"Jack Sparrow" by the Lonely Island and Michael Bolton hits the speakers, and Alex Richards steps out onto the stage with the People's Championship slung over one shoulder, a rusty bedspring over the other, and a pasta strainer on his head. As Alex pauses at the top of the ramp, Cormack MacNeill comes out behind him, and claps a meaty hand on his shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Now making his way to the ring, from wherever needs pain, suffering, Zima, or pills; weighing in at three hundred forty-five pounds, and being accompanied by Cormack MacNeill... he is the People's Champion, the Archduke of Mass Confusion... ALEX RRRICHARDS!
Zach Davis: Alex Richards pulled off a huge upset when he won the People's title from Pack leader, Chelsea Armstrong, in what was easily one of the stangest matches we've had in the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Not all that surprising, though. If anyone could win the hearts of the people from Chelsea, it's this dude right here. The people love him, and I really don't think STJ stands much chance of changing that tonight.
Alex and Cormack make their way down the ramp, Richards enthusiastically slapping hands as he goes. At ringside, Alex climbs into the ring and displays his titles to the crowd, while Cormack heads for the announce table. MacNeill roughly grabs hold of Zach Davis' collar, and hoists him up out of his seat. Cormack pulls off Zach's headset and settles it on his own head, then dismisses Zach.
Cormack MacNeill: Beat it Pencil-neck!
Freddy Whoa: Welcome to the broadcast booth, dawg. What brings you out here tonight?
Cormack MacNeill: The Pack always runs in numbers Freddy. And with that pompous windbag Price around, someone's got to have Brother Strange's back.
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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Stockton, California; weighing in at two hundred seventy-five pounds, he is the People's Pastor... STEEL! TOE! JOE!
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 of his sunglasses to look around the arena to the masses of fans cheering and chanting his name. He puts his sun glasses 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 in his presumed victory, points to Heaven and jumps off the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: All right, both contestants in the ring, Whoa! Not this guy!
"You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell blasts out over the PA system, and Eric Price steps out from behind the curtain. A smug smile plays about his lips as he soaks in the crowd's reaction for a moment, then begins to head down the ramp. Price circles around the ring, keeping one eye on Richards, and makes his way to the announce table as well. Once there, he merely stands in front of Freddy, and holds out his hand expectantly.
Freddy Whoa: What you want, dawg? I don't owe you nothin', do I?
Nonplussed, Eric gives a level look to MacNeill, then back at Freddy. After following his gaze, Whoa clues in and removes his headset, which he places in Price's waiting hand. Freddy heads to the back, while Eric has a seat beside Cormack. In the ring, the ref hands the title belt off to the timekeeper, then calls for the bell.
Eric Price: Well well, Eric Price and a pompous windbag here next to me at ringside calling this match. Let the People’s Title match begin!
(DING DING DING!)
Cormack MacNeill: Funny guy Price, funny guy.
Eric Price: As a matter of fact I am... and here we go!
Alex and Joe lock up in the middle of the ring, and Richards shoves STJ away in a display of power. The Holy Flame rolls to his feet with a glare, and moves in to tie up again. Alex obliges, but Joe sidesteps him and slaps on a sleeper hold. Richards struggles for a moment, and seems to be fading already as he drops to one knee. It turns out to be a ruse though, as Alex scoops STJ's legs out from under him and stands up again, now with Joe clinging to his back, sleeper still applied. Richards breaks the hold, and nearly breaks Joe's ribs by throwing himself backward to land on top of the People's Pastor.
Eric Price: I must admit, Richards is doing better than I thought he would. At least he’s getting a good showing. He deserves that much prior to his loss.
Cormack MacNeill: Alex is too smart to go down like that. Lets see him get up from that Price
Eric Price: Oh, that’s just momentary. Joe’s a fighter, he’s not some strange quitter like Alex Richards.
Cormack MacNeill: Alex has him right where he wants him and ye know it.
Alex rests on one knee, taking deep lungfuls of precious oxygen, while STJ tries to do the same after having the wind knocked out of him. Richards recovers first, and tries to drag Joe to his feet, but the Holy Flame fights him off. STJ fires off a barrage of strikes that backs Alex into the corner, then takes hold of his arm trying to whip him into the opposite turnbuckles. The Archduke puts his weight advantage to use and stops short, reversing the momentum to send Joe crashong into the corner instead. Alex charges in with a bellow, looking for a corner splash, but STJ dives out of the way at the last moment and Richards slams chest-first into the turnbuckle.
Eric Price: Ha, big mistake by Richards, huge mistake. Come on Joe, take advantage.
Cormack MacNeill: Come on Alex!
Eric Price: A bit nervous there?
Cormack MacNeill: Not as much as you.
The People's Pastor grabs Alex with a rear waistlock, but can't get a full grip, as his arms don't reach all the way around Richards' ample gut. Frustrated, Joe lets go and clubs a forearm into the back of the Archduke's neck and head. Alex stumbles forward and turns to fall back against the turnbuckle, while STJ grabs the middle rope and starts ramming his shoulder into Richards' breadbasket. Joe only gets two shots in before Alex hammers down on his back with a double axe handle, hits a knee lift, then grabs the Holy Flame by the back of the head, and starts pounding STJ's face into the top turnbuckle.
Eric Price: COME ON NOW! That should be a disqualification!
Cormack MacNeill: Can’t take the heat?
Eric Price: You know that’s not right!
Cormack MacNeill: Everything's legal if the ref's not looking laddie.
After ten consecutive slams, Richards takes Steeltoe Joe to the canvas with a belly to back suplex, then grabs the colander from his corner and places it on his head as the Archduke mounts the turnbuckle. The arena lights up with a strobe effect as thousands of fans snap pictures of their People's Champion soars gracelessly through the air to connect with a ring-shaking diving headbutt on STJ. Alex tosses the colander aside and points to the heavens, dedicating his impending victory to his god, the Flying Spaghetti Monster. Richards makes the cover, and the ref slides into position.
Eric Price: YES! YES! Come on Joe!
Cormack MacNeill: Come on, that was three! Slow count!
Eric Price: Are you blind? The ref did his job and it was clearly only a very lucky two and a half! Whether Alex Richards likes it or not is irrelevant!
Alex doesn't waste time arguing with the official, instead he goes right back on the attack; pushing himself up to a vertical base, and laying the boots to STJ's head. Several hard stomps later Richards relents, and hauls Joe up to his feet. The People's Pastor looks dazed and unsteady, but his instincts are still sharp, and he fights his way out of Alex's front facelock. Joe's foot buries itself deep in the Archduke's midsection, and Alex doubles over. STJ clamps on a facelock of his own, and drives Richards into the mat with a DDT.
Cormack MacNeill: Come on laddie!
Eric Price: Powerful DDT against Alex Richards and come on Joe, take advantage of this great opportunity!
Joe rolls Alex over and tries to hook a leg, but the Archduke powers out of the pinning predicament with gusto before the ref can count one. STJ backs off and hits the ropes while Richards climbs to his feet; Alex turns to face Joe just as the Holy Flame comes back with a thunderous clothesline that sets Richards reeling, but doesn't take him off his feet. The People's Pastor makes another attempt; the impact of the second clothesline rocking the Archduke back on his heels, arms windmilling to maintain balance. Joe figures the third time's the charm, and builds up a full head of steam as he barrels at Alex.
Eric Price: Finish him off and … NO!
Cormack MacNeill: OH YES! A great big boot stops yer boy Joe right in his tracks! Just capitalizing on Joe's arrogance.
Eric Price: Just a small mistake in the grand scheme of things! Joe will still be the People’s Champ!
Cormack MacNeill: Take from me Price, a boot that big'll ruin your day.
Richards lays into STJ in literal fashion, by falling on top of him, then begins slamming a ham-sized fist into the side of the Holy Flame's head. Joe fights back as best he can with no breath, and manages to give almost as good as he gets; putting up enough resistance that Alex backs off after a particularly strong blow to the temple. Both men climb to their feet, and Richards latches onto STJ's throat with a blatant choke, possibly setting up the Zim-Quila Hangover. Joe throws a heavy shot to the ribs, and reverses the hold to set up the Baptism.
Eric Price: Baptism time! This one’s gonna be over!
Cormack MacNeill: No, NO! Alex breaks free from the Baptism! And … I can’t just …
Eric Price: Can’t just … the hell, where are you going? And Cormack MacNeill leaving the announce table here! And …
Cormack drops the headset and steps away from the announce table; circling around the ring until he stands behind Steeltoe Joe. Not about to let things go down like that, Price also gets up, following MacNeill over to where STJ has taken his attention off his opponent in order to trade verbal barbs with Cormack. The Pack member cocks a fist, but before he can let it fly, Price grabs his arm and spins him around. The two men begin to brawl outside the ring, while the People's Pastor turns back to find Alex bearing down on him.
As the brawl continues on the outside, Eric Price hits Cormack MacNeill with a low blow, causing him to double down in pain. Just as Alex is about to try and setup Joe for the Unconscious Truth, Eric jumps up on the ring apron and starts screaming at Alex who looks over as the referee motion to Price to get down from the ring apron as Eric continues to keep the referee busy. As Richards turns around, Joe pokes him with a thumb to the eye and then quickly sets him up for the Baptism!
Eric points to the referee to go and make the 3 count as Richards is down and Joe is making the cover!
(DING DING DING!)
Joe wins it as the crowd goes nuts and cheers loudly for the victory!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentle…
Eric quickly runs down to the ring announcer and snatches the microphone from him while grabbing the People’s Title and making his way back toward the ring.
Eric Price: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new … WCF People’s Champion, the People’s Pastor … STEEL … TOE … JOE!
Eric hands the title to the new champion Steeltoe Joe who looks positively elated to be the People’s Champion again. Just as both men raise their hands, Cormack MacNeill is coming to and is ready to beat Price down as both Price and STJ make their way out of the ring quickly with the People’s Title in tow. MacNeill and Richards look to be beside themselves with rage at the loss as Price and Joe celebrate on their way back up the entrance ramp along with the crowd.
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 as the fans cheer loudly. 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. Kyle Steel then says...
Kyle Steel: From the Borderland, weighing in at 245 pounds, "GONZO" DEUCE MURDOCK!!!
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.
Zach Davis: There's been a lot of trash talk between these two.
Freddy Whoa: Murdock has not been shy about his opinion of The Pack, that's for sure.
Zach Davis: But they should not underestimate this man. Third longest time in War, eliminated several men, to include a member of The Pack in Cormack MacNeill. And Chelsea has already fallen victim to the Chuck Norris Special, as well.
Freddy Whoa: Makes me wonder if that foot is loaded. And there he is, passing the flag off to the ring attendant, as he waits for Chelsea to make her appearance...
Perfect Insanity by Disturbed sounds through the arena as Chelsea Armstrong steps through the curtains meeting mostly boos from the crowd, though a few cheers can be heard. Standing at the top of the ramp she looks to her left and then her right before looking straight at the ring and walking down passing through the various colors lasers shining down from the titantron and going across the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from St. Louis Missouri she is The Sweet Nightmare...Chelsea Armstrong!
She mumbles to herself almost as if talking to herself before she climbs the steps to the ring, taking one last look behind her at the seemingly empty black floor she crosses through the ropes and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. The music begins to fade as she jumps down and awaits the start of the match all the while still mumbling carelessly to herself.
Zach Davis: If she's worried about Murdock, she's not showing it one bit. Both of them just staring daggers at each other.
Freddy Whoa: And Murdock has shown to have a strong understanding of ring psychology in the past few weeks. And that's the sound of the bell.
Zach Davis: And they're just trying to psych each other out now. Murdock is now stomping his right foot, almost taunting Chelsea to close in.
Freddy Whoa: And that hurts Chelsea sometimes, the lack of a height advantage, especially against a striker like Murdock.
Murdock continues to taunt Chelsea with his foot, before she charges in and takes out Murdock's legs from under him with a leg sweep! She gets to her feet, meets him getting up, and hits an arm drag that takes Murdock into the middle of the ring! As he pops up, she attempts to catch him coming up with a kick, but he moves out of the way of the kick, and scores a hip toss on Chelsea in the middle of the ring. He tries to secure her arm for an armbar, but Chelsea breaks free of his grip, and rolls away from him, as they once again stare each other down...
Zach Davis: Good exchange from both wrestlers. Each having the counter for the others moves.
Freddy Whoa: And Chelsea just got over the fear of that foot, as well. I don't think the taunting worked for Murdock like he had hoped.
Both wrestlers then circle, continuing their eye contact, before both fake a lock-up, and both throw a strike instead. Murdock plants a boot in the chest of Chelsea courtesy of a bicycle kick, as Chelsea goes down sucking wind. Murdock capitalizes on this, as he then grabs a downed Chelsea's arms, and plants his foot in her back, as he applies a surfboard stretch on Chelsea, while she's face down on the mat. The referee is down on the mat, as he checks her status...
Zach Davis: This was something I think Chelsea was hoping to avoid. One of Deuce's devastating submission holds!
Freddy Whoa: Exactly. She needs to dictate the match's tone if she expects to win. Otherwise, Deuce is just going to continue to grind, and he has the stamina to do it.
Chelsea eventually rolls herself into a more advantageous position, before she eventually twists herself out and executes an armdrag takedown in the process. As she holds on, she begins to kick the ribs and the head of Deuce as he tries to block the incoming attacks. She continues her hold, and Deuce whips her into the ropes, hitting the ground as she runs over him. He gets to his feet, and attempts to connect with the Chuck Norris Special, but she ducks it, and counters with a neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: And now it is Chelsea who is taunting Deuce! She's waiting for him to get up!
Freddy Whoa: And he's not being quick about it. Here comes Chelsea...
Chelsea tries to boot Murdock, only for Murdock to catch her foot and pull her off balance on to the ground, face first, into a chicken wing STF! And the referee is down to check on her condition once again. She doesn't submit, but cannot do much else, as Murdock continues the hold on Chelsea.
Zach Davis: And this is what Murdock wanted all along. To control the match. And if it gets out of hand, he strikes her down. Pretty simple game plan that has worked thus far.
Freddy Whoa: And Chelsea is slipping out of the hold. She's elbowing Murdock in the face!
Zach Davis: And Murdock maneuvers to gain control of the head. They're both getting back to their feet, and Chelsea pushes him off, now!
This time, Chelsea hits the deck while Deuce runs the ring. As he makes his return, he barrel rolls underneath her, as she leapfrogs him, and as she turns around she ducks another Chuck Norris Special, and counters with a kick to the stomach, followed by...
Zach Davis: DEVIL'S WING! CHELSEA COVERS!
Freddy Whoa: And Deuce denies her the victory! What a move by Chelsea Armstrong!
Zach Davis: And she's not waiting around for him! She's got him up, and she's latched on the Dream Catcher! Look at her hammer her elbow right into his flank!
Freddy Whoa: And Deuce looks like he's about to buckle! If he falls, its over!
Zach Davis: And Murdock is shuffling to the ropes... He makes it to the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: But she's not breaking the hold!
The referee initiates the five-count, which she breaks at four. As soon as she releases the hold, she is backed away by the referee. She gets past him and goes to attack Deuce, only to meet a kick to the midsection, before he lifts her over his head in a suplex position. He moves himself into the center of the ring, but Chelsea slips out of it, lands on her feet, and connects with a low blow on Murdock, as a collective groan from the crowd can be heard. The referee is now admonishing her actions, while Murdock has a look of livid pain on his face...
Zach Davis: Chelsea almost took a trip to Bat Country, but she avoided it and hit the low blow on Murdock!
Freddy Whoa: I don't know if I can blame her for those tactics. Murdock has been hard to pin down, but so has Chelsea.
Murdock suddenly grabs the referee, who was still in the middle of reading Chelsea the Riot Act, and slams his head into the face of Chelsea, before whipping her into a turnbuckle. The referee then turns Murdock around and admonishes him for putting hands on the referee. Meanwhile, Chelsea reveals a chain from inside of her tights, and wraps it around her hands, while Murdock continues to argue with the referee, his back turned to Chelsea. She moves behind Murdock and hits him in the small of the back, before hitting him with a right cross across the face, drawing blood in the process. Murdock keeps his feet, but stumbles into the referee, before crashing to the ground with the referee underneath of him. Chelsea then starts playing to the crowd, pointing at Murdock.
Murdock wipes the blood that has started to pour from his eye, and he all of a sudden lets out a bloodcurdling whoop, before he recovers his feet and tackles Chelsea, slamming her into a turnbuckle. Murdock recovers, and starts to repeatedly slam his head into the face of Chelsea, covering her face in his blood, before switching to fist and elbow strikes, knee strikes, and eventually stomps. A referee tries to pull Murdock off of her as the bell begins to sound, only to get pushed off and met with a Chuck Norris Special. Chelsea starts to crawl out of the corner, and he obliges her, as he pulls her into the middle of the ring and applies The Phantom Itch on Chelsea in the middle of the ring!
Zach Davis: Look at Murdock! He's trying to break her legs!
Freddy Whoa: I think he wants to do more than that! He's sending a message! And here comes The Pack! Murdock releases the hold on Chelsea and kicks her to the side!
Zach Davis: And here comes Steeltoe Joe and Eric Price! They both attack Alex Richards and Cormack MacNeill from behind!
Freddy Whoa: That's not stopping the rest of them! Chase is first in the ring, and meets a bicycle kick from Murdock! But Hyena and Omega level him with a double clothesline! And now the beating commences!
Omega picks Murdock up, and hits Ride The Lightning on Deuce in the middle of the ring. As Kyle Steel makes the official announcement for the match...
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match, by disqualification... DEUCE MURDOCK!
Zach Davis: And nobody gives a damn about the match!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! R-CAIRO OUT OF NOWHERE ON MICHAELS!
Zach Davis: Where the hell did he come from? The crowd? ANOTHER R-CAIRO ON HYENA!
Meanwhile, Chelsea starts moving around, and sees Murdock in the ring. Her eyes narrow, as she starts climbing up into the ring, when all of a sudden, from above...
Zach Davis: SEIFER BLACK IS HERE! HE'S DESCENDED ON HIGH AND IS ATTACKING CHELSEA!
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like everyone is here, except ICE Beckman! How is he going to handle this conundrum?
Almost as if on cue, "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz hits the speakers, as ICE comes out on stage, microphone in hand, as he says...
ICE Beckman: HEY! WHAT THE HELL, GUYS? Guys, stop this shit...
ICE walks through, and tries to get Joe and Alex, who have now bloodied each other to stop, only for both men to toss ICE aside. ICE gets the same reactions, as he gets to the ring, where he immediately locks eyes with Bobby Cairo, as the action in the ring begins to die down. ICE then once more tries to speak to the competitors...
ICE Beckman: We can do this in a week! We've got...
Bobby Cairo rips the microphone from ICE, and says...
Bobby Cairo: Who's side are you on?
The crowd reacts, as ICE all of a sudden is on the spot. The fighting has stopped, as everyone is focused in on ICE, as Bobby continues...
Bobby Cairo: I think we all need to know right now, who's side you're on. Because if SHE'S the one who wears the pants in your relationship and calling the shots, then consider your ass bloody and beaten come One. And I can't speak for everyone else on the team, but I'm sure they're plotting your demise as we speak.
ICE shakes his head and smiles in minor disbelief. He rubs his hand through his hair, as he looks over everyone in and outside of the ring. And everyone had their eyes on him. Bobby's intense stare, impatiently waiting for an answer. Deuce in the corner, a grimace of pain on his face as he looks at ICE. Seifer has even taken an interest in what his prospective teammate has to say on the matter, while both Joe and Eric are both leaning on the ring apron, as are all of the members of this match not inside of the ring, awaiting ICE Beckman's response.
ICE finally takes the microphone from Bobby, and says, as he looks on at all the members of The Pack, who have taken a corner of the ring, both inside and out of it. He especially looks at Chelsea, with conflict clearly in his eyes, he says...
ICE Beckman: I have never backed away from a fight in my life, no matter the stakes... And I'm not going to start now...
ICE turns and faces The Pack, while everyone outside of the ring enters and gets on one side of the ring, or the other, as they begin to face off with one another. All of them are firing verbal barbs at each other, when Master of Puppets by Metallica hits, and Seth appears on the stage, clapping his hands at the site in the ring. He then raises his microphone up to his mouth and says...
Seth Lerch: Bravo! Bravo, ICE! I knew your pride wouldn't let you take a fall, especially not to Chelsea Armstrong-Black!
A visible sneer can be seen from ICE, Chelsea and Seifer, as Seth continues...
Seth Lerch: And now I can crush your little upstart group of brats once and for all! Now all of you get the hell out of my ring! I've got a whole other half of a show to do!
Zach Davis: The wrestlers are the ones wrestling, what the hell does Seth have to do?
Security hits the ring to try and clear it out, but the competitors begin to leave on their own accord as we go to commercial.
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: Here's the man that will go into battle with The Pack next week at Hellimination!
Freddy Whoa: He has Hyena to contend with first, Zach.
The irregular rhythmic drumming of Nine Inch Nails' "The Great Destroyer" blares in time with strobe flashing from the tron. As the the guitar and vocals kick in Hyena stalks onto the ramp, glaring at everything and nothing.
He purposely strides down the ramp, turning his glare toward the ring, He rolls his shoulders before hopping onto the ring apron and ducking under the top rope. He climbs the far turnbuckle and lets out a crazed, bestial roar, raising his arms defiantly to the crowd just as the lyrics announce "I am the Great Destroyer."
Zach Davis: Let's go!
Beckman and Hyena pace around each other before Hyena goes for the attack and hits Beckman with a series of punches! Beckman didn't see it coming and Hyena sends the Champ into the ropes. Hyena pushes him into them and then throws Beckman across the ropes. As ICE comes back Hyena drops him with a Sidewalk Slam!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Hyena is in the driver's seat!
Beckman stumbles to his feet quickly... and Hyena HITS HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!
Zach Davis: OUT OF NOWHERE!
The crowd pops as Hyena drops and goes for a pin!
NO!, Beckman kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Hyena almost had the upset victory! He took Beckman with the element of surprise - maybe the World Champ is just a bit cocky?
Zach Davis: Ya think?
Hyena kicks at Beckman several times before climbing to the top.
Freddy Whoa: And now he's going high risk..
Hyena measures Beckman..
Zach Davis: MOONSAULT!
NO!, Beckman rolls away and Hyena hits the mat. Beckman works his way up, as does Hyena. Hyena is able to grab Beckman first and goes for a German Suplex!, but Beckman is able to switch behind Hyena. Beckman hits a German of his own!
Freddy Whoa: And boom, there it is. Beckman is in control now. What a vicious German.
Beckman gets to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs and hitting some carefully placed kicks on Hyena. He hits a Falling Headbutt and then makes a pin attempt.
No!, Hyena gets the shoulder up. Beckman lifts Hyena up and throws him to the ropes. As he's coming back Beckman executes a T-Bone Suplex!
Zach Davis: Great Suplex by the Champion.
Beckman goes for another pin!
NO!, another kickout by Hyena!
Freddy Whoa: What heart shown here by Hyena! He's not letting the World Champion intimidate him and he's not giving up.
Beckman turns Hyena over now and goes to grab his head.
Zach Davis: HERE COMES THE COCKTAILED CROSSFACE!
No, Hyena has it well scouted and is able to quickly grab for the ropes. He uses them to pull himself outside of the ring. Beckman quickly rolls out with him.
Freddy Whoa: That was a close call, if Beckman had gotten his submission finisher locked in this match could very well be over.
Beckman comes up behind Hyena but Hyena elbows him. Hyena then turns and throws Beckman into the guardrail!, causing him to crash into it. The fans yell and cheer and go crazy as Hyena stays on the attack, hitting Beckman with more strikes before rolling him back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Beckman won't stay down!
Indeed, as Hyena rolls in Beckman is already up. Beckman throws Hyena to the ropes. Hyena comes back-
Freddy Whoa: SUPERMAN PUNCH!
Beckman staggers back and into the ropes, stumbles towards Hyena.... Hyena drops him with a Spinebuster!
Zach Davis: Another trademark of Hyena! He hits it! Into the pin!
NO!, Beckman gets his foot on the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!, Hyena almost had it! He almost pinned the Champ!
Hyena quickly lifts Beckman up and grabs him by the head. He backs into the corner.
Zach Davis: He's going for his Tornado DDT now!
No!, Beckman escapes Hyena's grasp and then rams his shoulder into Hyena, crushing him against the turnbuckle. Hyena stumbles out of it and Beckman kicks him in the gut.
Freddy Whoa: HANGOVER DDT! Hangover DDT from Beckman!
Beckman hits it in the center of the ring. He drops down and pins Hyena, hooking the leg.
DING DING DING!
Zach Davis: And there you have it. ICE Beckman is victorious once again.
Beckman's music hits as he stands up. The referee hands him his World Championship, which he raises high in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Will Beckman be as lucky when he's in the ring across from Chelsea Armstrong next week? A lot of different factors at play there!
Zach Davis: We'll find out then.
Slam goes to commercial.
The scene fades in to a packed WCF Sunday Night Slam crowd.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! We're coming to you live from the (arena) in beautiful Honolulu!
Freddy Whoa: The whole place smells like ham, Zac. Ham and pineapples. Fuckin' travesty.
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.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIIIPI!!! And first the challenger, on his way to the ring from Pheonix Arizona...standing at six foot six and weighing TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY EIGHT POUNDS...GRAVEDIGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEER!
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: Gravedigger held nothing back in his promo. He let John Gable know that he was done letting him coast by and that he is coming for Gable's TV Title tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger is a very prideful person, and John Gable just hasn't earned his respect. Let's see if Gravedigger bringing the fight to Gable's front porch will change his outlook.
"Ozark Empire" by Listener BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio...He is the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION...JOHN GAAAAAAABBBBBBBLE!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and staring down Gravedigger.
Zach Davis: There's our reigning WCF Television Champion!
Freddy Whoa: He only hit a brief snafu when Brian Worthy snagged the title from him for a half a month,
Zach Davis: Let's see if he can prove Gravedigger wrong here tonight.
The referee calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! These two are on each other like wet on water!
Gable and GD instantly bombard each other with punch after punch, each trying to take the other out of the match with a KO.
Zach Davis: Certainly no love lost between the...oh my god!
Digger connects a right hook into Gable's temple, knocking him off balance and into the ropes. Digget immediately rushes him and connects his shoulder to Gable's gut. Gable tries to gasp for air, buy GD wastes no time. He lifts Gable off his feet into a stalling suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Is he going for a brainbuster?
Zach Davis: But that's Gables own move!!
It seems Gable's body finally catch up with his thoughts as his legs begin to wiggle. Digger loses control over the two hundred and forty pound Gable and drops him to the mat. Gable lands on his feet behind Digger, who whips around...to eat a kick to the stomach courtesy of Gable. GD bends forward and Gable plants an forearm axe smash into GD's spine. GD falls to his knees, but as Gable begins to pick him up, GD launches upward and connects a stiff uppercut to Gable's chin and throat. GD gets to his feet as Gable begins to move towards the ropes in an effort to get away from GD and recuperate. GD approaches Gable and begins to plant more full fisted punches into Gable's head.
Crowd: LETS GO DIGGER! LETS GO DIGGER!
Zach Davis: We already knew Gable's Television Championship was in danger tonight, but those shots may have just iced that cake.
Freddy Whoa: He needs to figure something out and regain some semblance of control in this match or it could be over for the Leukemia King.
GD continues his assault on Gable and irish whips him into the opposite side of the ring. Gable bounds off the ropes and comes back towards GD, who plants a hard elbow shot into Gable's head. Gable stays on his feet, but falls backwards into the ropes again. GD charges Gable again...
Zach Davis: Sidestepped it! Gable moved out of the way and tossed Gravedigger over the top rope!
GD flies over the top rope, hits the mat and rolls into the announce table as the crowd pops for the two competitors. Gable climbs out of the ring.
Zach Davis: Gable decides to bring the fight to Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: He's worth every inch of that Television title.
Gable begins to plug GD with massive chest chops, each one resounding throughout the arena to a large "Woo!" from each member of the crowd.
He lifts GD into the air in a suplex position, but GD hits Gable in the head with a hard right and cuts him off mid suplex.
GD grabs Gable around the neck and tosses him into the steel steps - the sound of which was remeniscent of a Prius being squashed by an eighteen wheeler - and the Honolulu crowd pops for the action again.
Gd lifts a stunned Gable off the arena floor and moves him towards the barricade. He throws Gable into the barricade...
Zach Davis: But Gable reverses...
Gable catches himself on the barricade and nails GD with a hard elbow to the gut, then tosses GD into the barricade for his troubles.
Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!
Gable lifts GD and slides him back into the ring, climbing in after him and going for the pin.
GD's shoulder flies off the mat.
Zach Davis: The action continues, and both the competitors are back in the ring.
GD begins to shake off the pain and rise to his feet as Gable does the same thing. The two are both standing in the ring now. They lock up and GD swings behind Gable. He attempts a german suplex, but Gable drops to his knees, whips around and lifts GD up on his shoulders and drops him to the mat fuckin' Samoan style.
Zach Davis: What impact from our Television Champion!
John Gable lifts GD off the ground and begins pounding into him with some knees and elbows. GD catches Gable's leg and pushes him away, but Gable comes bounding back towards GD...who hits Gable with a sucker punch to the gut. Gable tries to catch his breath but GD lifts him up onto his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: He's going for the Embalmer!
GD goes to plant Gable, but Gable grabs on to the ropes to prevent it. GD tries as hard as he can to pull Gable away, but can't seem to catch the advantage. Gable quickly leaps off of GD and lands on the apron. GD rushed Gable, who ducks underneath the second and third and hits GD in the gut with a hard shoulder. GD bounds back and Gable goes to the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Oh no! What's he doing up there?
Gable leaps off but as he goes to hit GD with a lariat, GD moves and plants a foot directly into Gable's stomach and Gable crashes to the mat. GD then works Gable over on the ground, stompin cherry pies, mud pies...fuck, any kinda pie into Gable.
Freddy Whoa: I think GD is trying to decommission Gable here.
GD comes down with one last stomp...but Gable catches his foot and struggles for a second before pushing GD away. GD falls backwards again as Gable comes at him hard. Gable shoots for GD's legs straight on, but then lifts him up around his knees and plants him into the ground with a hard slam. He rolls around to GD's head and does a small alligator roll, keeping the advantage technically over GD. He then locks GD in a front over headlock, locking Digger up with no leverage. Gable begins to wrench the headlock, keeping the pressure light for now so he doesn't waste any energy.
Zach Davis: What's going on? This match turned into a submission match real fast.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like a Hail Mary tactic for Gable! GD has a power advantage over Gable in the standing game, so Gable is keeping it technical like a G. Pretty smart move from the Television Champion.
Gable keeps the headlock locked in tight...but GD gets a knee up. He starts to shake in the headlock, trying his best to struggle out without wasting his energy or slipping into an even deadlier lock. GD gets a hand through Gable's arms, getting a little wiggle room in the headlock as his second knee comes up onto the mat. They both start to stand as the crowd pops even harder. GD breaks the hold.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Zach Davis: HE DID IT! HE GOT OUT!
Freddy Whoa: Gable better watch out! Digger's pissed!
GD and Gable begin to brawl in the center of the ring. GD nails Gable in the shoulder with a hard elbow. Gable hits GD across the chest with a chop. GD punches Gable across the head a couple of times. Gable answers with his own punches. The tension is starting to build.
Zach Davis: What a blockbuster championship match!
Freddy Whoa: These two said they were bringin the fight tonight! They're fighting for respect more than a championship.
Gable irish whips Digger into the ropes. Digger comes bounding back with a clothesline...but Gable ducks.
Before Gable can whip around, Digger already has Gable lifted on his shoulders...
Zach Davis: WATCHOUTWATCHOUTWATCHOUT!!!
Freddy Whoa: THE EMBALMER!!! FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!!!
Gravedigger plants Gable's head into the mat and GD covers him for the pin.
"Change" by Deftones begins to play as Gravedigger slowly climbs to his feet.
Kyle Steel: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEW WCF TELEVISION CHAMPION GRAAAAAAAVVEDIIGGGEEEEERRRRRRRR!!!
The referee hands the WCF Television Championship to Gravedigger who holds the crown up in the ring. Gable rolls out, dazed, clutching his head in pain.
Zach Davis: Like Gable said, his mark will forever be on the Television Championship, now that it has been melted down into a crown.
Gable makes his way to the back. After a few moments Gravedigger steps over to the side of the ring and gestures for a microphone. He lifts it up and looks towards the entryway.
Gravedigger: Now that I'm the Television Champion, or King, or whatever... I've got something to say. Look, I’m tired of this bullshit. I’m not waiting around for this stalker to keep screwing with me and making me wonder who it is. Get your cowardly ass out here right now and quit hiding.
Gravedigger lowers the mic as he looks towards the entryway.
Freddy Whoa: Am I the only one that realizes the irony behind that statement as he stands there surrounded by members of MS-13??
“Adrenaline” by Shinedown hits the speakers and a few seconds later Tobias “Gravedigger” Barnz steps out from the back. Gravedigger has a confused look on his face as he stares down the man known as “Gravedigger Jr.”
Bobby Cairo: What the hell?? This was the guy stalking Gravedigger?
Freddy Whoa: I’m as confused as everyone else here. What is going on?
Tobias makes his way down to the ring, a confident smirk across his face while Gravedigger and his cronies watch on from the ring. He stops at the apron, waiting to see if he would be allowed into the ring without incident. The Mexican thugs look to their leader, who simply nods, before parting to allow Gravedigger Jr to enter the ring. Mic in hand, Tobias looks at the obedient dogs before turning his focus on his fellow name bearer.
Tobias: Surprise, surprise, 'digger.
The smirk widens as Gravedigger senior stares him down.
Tobias: I'm sure you were expecting someone else, anyone else besides me. You made it pretty clear that I could never be you, that I could never successfully bear the name of Gravedigger. And yet here I have you, cowering behind your goons, talking the big game and hoping, praying, that it would be enough. You're right where I want you, Gravedigger, so let me tell you how its going to go--
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go dark, cutting Tobias off mid-sentence. Movement is heard within the ring, along with muffled curses in both English and Spanish. And then suddenly it was light again, with the MS-13 thugs surrounding their leader. Alas, Tobias Barnz was not so lucky; he was now unconscious in the middle the ring, with the only mark of assault being a golden hand print across his face. And then a voice speaks out over the PA system.
Man: Surprise, surprise indeed, Gravedigger.
The voice giggles as Gravedigger and his cronies watch for a second attack.
Man: I saved you the trouble of soiling yourself on the insolent twat bearing your name, someone who think he could just capitalize on my new found hold on you. He, knowing he could never be you, instead desired to be me. Thing is, Gravedigger, no one can be me. And, more importantly, no one can beat me.
A pause, allowing it all to sink in.
Man: No, I beat myself.
More incessant giggling.
Man: Oh yes, I jerk it to the suffering and pain of my enemies, the men who wronged me so long ago, hated me and persecuted me just because I was different. You weren't the first, Gravedigger, nor will you be the last. Thankfully, though, my anaconda never runs dry of venom, so I will forever be able to celebrate my vengeance. A vengeance that will soon be coming to the WCF.
One final pause.
Man: Be ready, Gravedigger, for soon I'll be the one digging the graves.
And silence one more.
Zach Davis: Freddy, next up we have a match that is main event caliber, Jeff Purse vs. Bobby Cairo.
Freddy Whoa: I am stoked for this one, Zach, the two haven't had any real in ring battles minus the little bit they were in War together.
Zach Davis: Right you are, in fact the only time they even really had an interaction in that match was when Bobby C hit Jeff with a kick, which set Jeff up to be pinned by Steve Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: Well, I have been waiting for this one, it is promising.
Zach Davis: Well wait no longer, Freddy, cause here comes the first competitor.
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!
Zach Davis: This crowd erupting for the Govenor of Poon Guinea, Bobby Cairo.
Freddy Whoa: I can barely hear you over the fans here, Zach.
"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. Cairo reaches the fan barrier, but thats as far as he gets as Jeff Purse runs down the ramp, prematurly, and begins to club Cairo in the back. Abaddon and Father Terry Andrews make their way to the ring behind Jeff.
Freddy Whoa: And Jeff Purse with a somewhat backhanded attack, though it is smart.
Zach Davis: I'll say, trying to get the upper hand here fast.
Purse turns Cairo around and begins to chop his chest. One. Two. Three. The red mark on Bobby's chest growing darker with each chop. Jeff grabs Cairo and tosses him to the steel steps, but Bobby C is no fool, and he reverses the whip, sending Jeff into the steps, flying through them. Cairo takes a little breather before going over and stomping on Jeff a bit. Abaddon walks over, but Bobby C warns him off, its enough time though for Jeff to get to his feet. Cairo runs at him looking for a clothesline, but Jeff ducks it and as Bobby is turning around, Jeff his a standing dropkick which sends Cairo to the ground.
Zach Davis: This match hasn't even officially started yet!
Freddy Whoa: They are taking to battling on the outside before...Jeff was trying to get the upper hand and he might have gotten it.
Jeff wastes no time trying to keep the momentum in his favor. He immediatly starts stomping Cairo's right shoulder. He picks Bobby up and throws him, shoulder first, into the turn buckled. There is a SMACK and Cairo bounces off. Jeff picks Bobby up again and throws him into the turnbuckle, again, shoulder first, and Cairo bounces off with a sickening smack. Jeff drags Bobby to where the steps came apart, and smacks his arm down on the bottom set of stairs. Cairo screams out in pain.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Jeff is trying to do some damage to that right arm.
Jeff begins stomping the arm again, wearing it down. Purse picks Cairo up, whipping him into the barrier. Jeff runs at him for a clothesline, but Cairo ducks and flings Jeff over him and over the barrier. Jeff lands on the concrete, right infront of a row of fans.
Zach Davis: If Bobby can get in the ring it will force Purse in there and then we can officially get this match underway.
Freddy Whoa: But it doesn't look like he is doing that...WHOA!!!
Freddy just 'whoaed' because Bobby C jumped up on the barrier and came down on Jeff with a double axe handle to the back as Jeff was trying to get up. Back in control, Bobby picks up Jeff, readies him for a suplex, then looks to the crowd for support. They being chanting his name, as Cairo follows through the the suplex, driving Jeff's back into the concrete. Jeff yells out in pain, but Bobby C is quick to pick Jeff up and hit another one. Bobby gets up, picking Jeff up with him. He sets Jeff up for a piledriver. The crowd chants.
Freddy Whoa: This crowd solidly behind Bobby Cairo tonight.
He goes to pick Jeff up, but Jeff struggles. Bobby tries again, and still Jeff struggles. Finally, Jeff stands up, reversing the pile driver, sending Bobby C over his head. Bobby lands on the concrete.
Zach Davis: Jeff Purse must be scared of the pile driver, its well known that he has had multiple neck injuries because of the incident where Micro-penis Sarah Twilight hit him with a car.
Jeff leans on the barrier for a moment, taking a couple of breaths. Bobby gets up and runs at him though, not leaving him to recover for much. They both go tumbling back over the barrier to outside the ring due to a hard clothesline from Cairo. Abaddon walks over, but Bolts stands in front of him this time. Father Terry Andrews shouts some puppet like things at Bolts before returning to his side of the ring. Both Jeff and Bobby C struggle to get to their feet, but when they do, Jeff goes for a Spoke, but Bobby catches Jeff's foot, which prompts Jeff to jump up and hit Cairo in the side of the head with an enzuguri.
Zach Davis: These guys need to get in the ring already and officially start this match.
Jeff runs over to the timekeeper and grabs a chair...and as he walks back around the corner of the ring, Bobby is waitng, picks Jeff up and hits a beautiful backbreaker, making a surprised Jeff Purse drop the chair. Bobby drags Jeff over to the other set of steel steps, setting him up for another Suplex. He hits it, and Jeff comes down on the steps like a rag doll, bouncing off and holding his back. Bobby takes this opportunity to have another little rest. He looks around for something, anything to use. Thats when he see's the chair that Jeff dropped earlier. He scoops it up and walks over to Jeff, about to strike his back, but Abaddon runs forward and hits Bobby with the hand that Father Terry Andrews is on. Bobby drops to the ground. Bolts comes over and superkicks Abaddon, who falls to the ground. The puppet falls off his hand and rolls under the ring, and we also see that Abaddon had on brass knuckles underneath the puppet.
Zach Davis: Bobby C was hit with this brass knucks through Father Terry Andrews.
Freddy Whoa: The referee is telling Bolts he has to leave ringside, and also Abaddon, if Abaddon can even get to his feet.
As the ref tries to get the big man up, Jeff crawls over and grabs the chair. He see's Bobby laying there, motionless, and without hesitation brings the chair down onto Bobby's right arm. Cairo lets out a scream, as Jeff smacks it again with the steel chair. Jeff hits it one more time just as the ref gets Abaddon to leave ringside, and turns and see's Jeff doing this. He tries to push Jeff off, telling him to get in the ring. Jeff pushes him out of the way, picks Bobby up, throws him in the ring, and slides in himself. The bell finally rings.
Freddy Whoa: Well, here is your wish come true Zach, they are finally in the ring.
Zach Davis: Now the match can begin as planned.
Jeff picks Cairo up, but out of nowhere Bobby C pushes Jeff of of him, hits him with a back breaker, and spins him around.
Zach Davis: CAIROPRACTOR! THIS COULD BE IT!
Jeff shouts out in pain. That knee in the back really taking its toll. Bobby had worn down Jeff's back up to this point, and its showing, as Jeff screams in pain. Jeff tries to turn, but to no avail, as Cairo has the move expertly locked in. Jeff looks up, seeing the ropes, and reaches out for them. He is too far. He tries to crawl, and inch toward the ropes. The ref asking Jeff if he wants to give up. Right before he grabs the rope, Cairo releases the hold, walks up, and stomps Jeff's head back. Jeff rolls over. Cairo makes his way up the turnbuckle, coming down hard on Jeff with a beautiful moonsault. He pins...
Jeff kicks out. Cairo shakes his head.
He turns Jeff around, picks him up, and hits a German suplex. But he locks his wrists, and picks Jeff back up and hits another. Then another. Jeff falls limp on the ground. Cairo goes for the pin again.
Zach Davis: Jeff kicks out again. Like him or not, that is one thing about Jeff that has always held true, he has a lot of heart.
Bobby C decides enough is enough. he picks up, and tosses him into the corner. He climbs up on the turnbuckle, bringing Jeff up with him.
Freddy Whoa: High risk here. Cairo looking for a super suplex off the top rope...
And sure enough that is what he is looking for. He tries to set Jeff up. But Jeff begins battling back. They fight back and forth. Jeff, with the upper hand, jumps up...
Zach Davis: ARMAGEDDON!!! JEFF JUST HIT THAT INVERTED HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! BOTH MEN ARE DOWN!
It would be a perfect time for Jeff to capatilize, but he can't. The ref begins the count.
Zach Davis: Both men are stirring.
Freddy Whoa: Bobby and Jeff have both worked their ways to the ropes
The ref stops counting as both men are on their feet. Jeff charges at Bobby and fires off THE SPOKE!!
Zach Davis: BUT NO! BOBBY C DUCKED IT, HE IS STALKING FOR THE R-CAIRO
He moves to hit the R-Cairo...
Freddy Whoa: JEFF PUSHES CAIRO AWAY!!
Bobby gets shoved to the ropes, Jeff grabs his arm as he comes back, he steps over...
Zach Davis: ARMBAR!
Freddy Whoa: NO, BOBBY PUSHES OUT OF IT!
Jeff hits the ropes and comes back. Cairo kicks ini the midsection, setting Jeff up for the Irresistible Bliss.
Zach Davis: IRRESISTIBLE BLISS!!! THAT HAS TO BE IT!!!
Freddy Whoa: NO!!! JEFF GETS OUT OF IT!!!
Sure enough, as Freddy has said, Jeff landed on his feet on the other side of the move, and was able to manuver out of it. The two men now just stare at each other. Bobby Cairo starts to smile. So does Jeff. They begin circling, as though this match is just starting. They lock up, as Bobby C gets the advantage with a side headlock. Jeff pushes out of it though, trying to whip Cairo. Cairo reverses the whip, Jeff hits the rope and springboards off, but Bobby C slides under the ropes and out of harms way. Jeff hits the ropes on the opposite side and runs up the turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! JEFF JUST HIT HIS TAKING OFF THE TRAINING WHEELS ON CAIRO ON THE OUTSIDE!
Zach Davis: This match is crazy. Both these men are putting their bodies on the line.
Thats when Abaddon comes back out to the ring. The ref looks at him, and slides out to get him to go back to the back, or Jeff would be disqualified. Abaddon looks under the ring for something, finally finding Father Terry Andrews and puts him back on his left hand. With his right hand, however, he grabs the ref by the neck and chokeslams him on the outside.
Zach Davis: Chokeslam to the ref as Abaddon returns to backstage with Father Terry Andrews.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo and Purse are back up, battling up the ramp!
That they are, they are throwing lefts and rights, left and rights as they walk up the ramp and on to the stage. Jeff hits Bobby with a hard right that sends him reeling. Jeff begins to climb the titon tron, Bobby Cairo close following close behind. Jeff kicks a bit at Bobby who loses his grip with his right hand and dangles from his left hand. Jeff continues to climb. Bobby regains his composure and begins his pursuit again. Finally, Jeff climbs up and begins walking across the scaffolding, inching along, there isn't much foot room. Bobby follows, and sure enough catches up to Jeff. They begin throwing rights and lefts at each other...
Freddy Whoa: JEFF JUST KNOCKED BOBBY C OFF THE SCAFFOLDING!!!
Zach Davis: NO! HE CAUGHT HIMSELF!
As Bobby was falling, he managed to reach his hand out and catch himself from falling completely off on a nearby bar. Jeff goes back to throwing rights at Bobby...till finally Cairo jumps...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! BOBBY C! HOLY SHIT! BOBBY C!
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!!!! R-CAIRO!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! OFF THE SCAFFOLDING!!!
Zach Davis: BOTH MEN WENT THROUGH THE SPEAKER BOXES!!!
Freddy Whoa: We might need help out here. The ref is still down, both men are down...this is...this is too much.
Jeff and Bobby are laying there, motionless. Bobby on his back, Jeff on his stomach, the only signs of life are the noticable breathing compressions. Finally, after what what seems like a lifetime, Bobby Cairo begins to stir, rolling over and grabing on to a nearby box. Some paramedics and officials have come out from the back and are trying to help both men to their feet. Jeff begins to stir as well. The officials ask Bobby something, to which he shakes his head and points to the ring. The plead, but he is adamet about whatever it is they are talking about. The crowd begins to cheer and Bobby gets to his feet, just as Jeff gets to his knees. The officials begin to ask Jeff something as well, but Bobby C is quick on the attack, walking over and stomping Jeff. Bobby picks him up and walks him up the ramp and too the ring. He tries to slam his face on the apron, however, Jeff blocks it and slams Bobby's face on it. He rolls Bobby in the ring, and gets in the ring himself. Wasting no time, Jeff grabs Bobby's arm and steps over, coming down into the Arm bar submission.
Zach Davis: Thats a submission that Jeff has perfected! All that stuff that Jeff was doing to weaking the arm of Bobby Cairo is come down to this.
Freddy Whoa: You can hear it ripping, gross.
Jeff pulls back hard, and Bobby lets out a scream. The ref, finally up, rolls into the ring. Bobby reaches for the rope but can't grab it. Jeff puts more pressure on his arm, but Bobby refuses to tap. Finally, frustrated, Jeff releases the hold and picks Cairo up, knocking him back down with a quick snap suplex. Jeff takes to the ropes. He looks around, then flies...
Freddy Whoa: DEFLATOR! DEFLATOR!
Zach Davis: WAIT A MINUTE!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! R-CAIRO!!! R-CAIRO!!!
In the midst of Jeff flying, Bobby C got up, and hit an R-Cairo on Jeff. He pins...
Zach Davis: BOBBY CAIRO IS THE WINNER!!!
Bobby rolls over and leans on the ropes as the ref weakly raises his hand.
Zach Davis: Main event time!
"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 Jumbotron, while both men make their way down the ramp, working the crowd at ringside. Doc mounts the ring steps in a dignified manner, while Johnny slips through the ropes. Both men take a moment to pose for the fans before going to their corner to await the bell.
Freddy Whoa: This is the New Confederacy, the greatest tag team WCF has ever seen, Zach. And they're looking to add another reign to their already impressive resume.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as Buddy Roman steps out from behind the curtain, followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, before Orbit struts towards the ring, followed by Roman, ignoring the boos from the crowd. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and strategizes with Roman in the corner, waiting for the match to start.
Never Gonna Stop hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Rob Zombie Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: Talk about an impressive resume! Here are Steve Orbit and Zombie McMorris, representing the Vapor Kings. Orbit has had a bajillion belts in WCF, and McMorris is our first ever Internet Champion.
"You're Gonna Go Far, Kid" by the Offspring hits the speakers and the arena lights dim. The stage lights pulse a deep green with each guitar note, and spotlights also flicker throughout the crowd in time to the guitar. As the lyrics say "dance, fucker, dance" Jay Omega steps from behind the curtain, and a spotlight hits him center stage.
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, weighing in at two hundred twenty-six pounds, he is the United States Champion... JAAAY OOOMEEEGAAA!
With the United States Championship dangling in his right hand, Omega stops at the top of the ramp and slowly looks from right to left, then at the title belt as he raises it over his head. Jay gives himself a satisfied nod and lowers the belt, then starts down the ramp as the lyrics say "you're gonna go far, kid", and a pair of flares go off on either side of the ramp with each of the next three notes; a set of red at the top of the ramp, white from the middle, and blues at the end. Omega rolls under the bottom rope and heads to the far corner, and climbs up onto the second rope with one foot on the top turnbuckle. Jay puts an elbow on his raised knee, props his chin in his hand, and raises the title belt again with a bored expression. The arena lights up in a strobe effect from hundreds of cameraphones while Omega poses for a moment, then the house lights come back up as Jay hops down.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his manager James Church....fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275 lbs...Cormack MacNeill!!!
The drone of the pipes fills the air as MacNeill and Church slowly walk out onto the entrance ramp. Both men stop, and look around at the raucous crowd who are cheering and booing them in equal numbers. A sneer is etched into Church's face as he surveys the screaming masses and MacNeill's is set in a hard grin.
As the drums kick in, both men walk slowly down to the ringside, with Church stopping at the end of the ramp to adjust his suit jacket, with MacNeill stopping and waiting, eyes scanning the crowd.
Church climbs up the steps to the ring, and with a flourish holds open the top and second ropes for his charge, who slides between them and heads for the nearest corner.
Church steps down and moves behind MacNeill's corner as the bearded brawler stretches on the ring ropes and waits for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: These are two men on the rise. They're representing The Pack, which many are calling the hottest thing going in WCF today. Omega is the current United States Champion. This could be their night.
"Pursuit of Honor" by Battlecross begins, with the melodic guitar flowing through the arena, getting the crowd pumped up. As this goes on, the lights fade to nothing until "Push Pull Destroy" also by Battlecross kicks in, where red and white lights circle throughout the arena. Once the thrash blast beat hits, a spotlight illuminates the stage and there stands Corey Black wearing a black hoodie over his 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.
The lights in the arena fade out. After a few suspense filled seconds the words ‘The Dynasty’ appear in bold italic lettering on the jumbotron as the beginning of “300 Violin Orchestra” begins to play. A single spotlight turns on and illuminates the silhouette of a man standing on the stage. As the song begins to speed up, the lights come on revealing Jonny Fly.
Fly stands on the stage with his eyes directly fixed on the ring. The jumbotron changes to the words ‘This is the Era of Jonny Fly.’ The music slows down and a barrage of fireworks begins to go off behind Fly. His eyes remain fixed on his opponent throughout. Slowly and deliberately he begins to make his way toward the ring. The music picks up one last time and Fly stops at the bottom of the ramp with his eyes still directly fixed on the ring. He stops and takes a few moment to exchange a long stare with his opponent before finally sliding into the ring.
Zach Davis: And lastly, here are the Champions, Pantheon. Jonny Fly and Corey Black.
Freddy Whoa: Corey Black wasn't too happy about only escaping with the Tag Team Titles due to a DQ at War, though I'm sure the Vapor Kings were even MORE unhappy about that fact.
Each team mills around their corner, deciding who is going to start off the match and trying to feel the other teams out.
Zach Davis: In many other companies, in a multi team match like this we'd only have two men in the ring at once, and you could tag in anyone. That's stupid; here in WCF we'll have four men at a time, one from each team.
Corey starts for his team. Orbit for his, Omega for his, and Reb for his.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go!
Orbit runs right at Corey. Corey sees him coming and Dropkicks him down. Orbit gets up and is met with a Busaiku Knee Attack from Omega! He stumbles up once more and gets taken down with a Bulldog by Johnny Reb.
Zach Davis: Not a good time to be a Vapor King. He's a target.
Orbit quickly rolls out of the ring to regroup. In the meantime, Reb rolls Black up from behind.
No, broken up by Omega.
Freddy Whoa: Reb, going for a surprise victory there.
Omega lifts Reb up and throws him to the corner. Omega runs at Reb and hits a Stinger Splash! Reb comes out from the corner and right into a Spinebuster from Omega. Omega gets up - only to eat a Yakuza Kick from Corey Black!
Zach Davis: BOOM!
Black drops and pins Omega.
No!, Omega kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: It is pretty early on in this matchup, but with the vicious style of moves that many of the wrestlers here use, a victory could come at any time.
Black stands up - and is spun around by Steve Orbit, back in the ring. Orbit pokes him in the eye, causing him to spin, and follows up with a big German Suplex!
Zach Davis: He just Suplexed Corey out of his boots!
Corey is thrown halfway across the ring, and rolls all the way over to his corner. He tags in Jonny Fly.
Freddy Whoa: HERE WE GO! ONE quality right here, we've got an Orbit/Fly showdown!
Fly comes in and goes toe to toe with Orbit. Orbit points past him and yells "look, some hot wings!" Fly instinctively turns, as does the referee, and Orbit promptly low blows Fly.
Zach Davis: That dastardly Orbit. Dastardly, I say!
Orbit then tags in McMorris. The fans boo as McMorris comes in and drops Fly with a Big Boot to the back of his head. McMorris is then immediately dropped by a Diving Hurricanrana by Johnny Reb!
Freddy Whoa: Reb, out of nowhere!
Reb pins Z-MAC.
No!, Omega breaks it up. Omega pulls Reb up and into a Gutwrench Powerbomb.
Zach Davis: You really do need eyes in the back of your head in a match like this, mama mia.
Instead of going for a pin Omega gets to his feet and checks his surroundings. Fly is up and runs at Omega - Omega sidesteps him and sends him flying over the top. Omega grabs McMorris next and lifts him up into a Butterfly Backbreaker. Now he goes for a pin.
No!, McMorris gets the shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Coked up zombie jokes aside, Z-MAC really is a tough customer in the ring.
Omega gets back up and Fly trips him from the outside. Fly quickly jumps onto the apron and grabs Omega's head before jumping back down, snapping his jaw on the top rope. Fly rolls into the ring and grabs the dazed Omega, up onto his shoulders... then down with a Death Valley Driver! Fly goes for a pin!
NO!, Omega kicks out!
Zach Davis: The Tag Team Champions almost retained right there!
Fly gets up and goes to whip Omega to the ropes, but Omega reverses it and sends Fly across the ring instead. Fly bounces back and Omega hits him with a Scrapbuster Slam!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Omega turns and tags in Cormack! Cormack comes in and immediately hits Reb with a Running Kneelift. Next he catches McMorris with a Snap Powerslam. Lastly, Fly is up and Cormack throws him to the ropes. He positions himself.
Zach Davis: Spinebuster! He's going for the Stone of Kings!
NO!, he telegraphs it and Fly stops himself short, kicking Cormack. Fly then takes him down with a DDT before tagging in Corey Black.
Freddy Whoa: Pantheon working as a well oiled machine here.
Corey climbs to the top instead of getting into the ring. He measures Cormack...
Zach Davis: What's Corey thinking here? The Cruiserweight Champion has a huge array of moves he can use off the top.
No!, Reb comes up and punches him in the gut. Corey drops into a sitting position as Reb begins climbing up with him.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb can go toe to toe with Corey Black when it comes to high risk, and we're about to see that here.
Reb positions himself....
Zach Davis: HURRICANRANA!
Reb hits it! He then tags in Henry. Henry jumps into the ring and pins Corey.
No, Corey forcefully powers out. Henry gets to his feet-
Freddy Whoa: INSTANT HANGOVER FROM CORMACK!
CORMACK HITS IT! He drops down and pins Henry, hooking the leg.
NO!, McMorris and Orbit both break it up. They lift Cormack and throw him out of the ring. They deck Fly, sending him flying off the apron. McMorris then pulls Henry in...
Zach Davis: AXE WOUND!, and Orbit is up top.
Freddy Whoa: OAKLAND SPLASH!
Black is up and McMorris Clotheslines him, sending both of them flying to the outside. Orbit goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: WE'VE GOT NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!
The bell sounds as Buddy Roman quickly grabs the Tag Team Titles. He rolls into the ring and thrusts them into the arms of McMorris and Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit is once again a double Champion and McMorris has gold around his waist again as well!
ICE Beckman is next to show up. He congratulates Orbit and McMorris both before all three men, flanked by Buddy Roman, raise their belts high in the air.
Zach Davis: We truly have entered the era of the Vapor Kings, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: We'll see what The Pack has to say about that when they face Team ICE next week in Hellimination. See you then, fans.
The new Tag Team Champions celebrate as Slam fades to black.