Slam Intro

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen... and WCF fans, welcome to Slam!

Freddy Whoa: What a fantastic card we have tonight, kicking off the WCF Classic 2014. The winner this year will, of course, become the United States Champion, a belt that was recently stripped from Jay Omega due to an injury he suffered at Helloween.

Zach Davis: The tournament will begin later tonight, but first the opening bout--

The lights dim as the opening sample to "So Whatcha Want" by the Beastie Boys hits the PA.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like the action isn't starting quite yet.

Buddy Roman appears at the top of the ramp. He is followed by the WCF Tag Team Champions-- Hardcore Champion Steve Orbit, and Television Champion Zombie McMorris. After they step out, WCF World Champion Natural ICE Beckman comes out, double fisting brews. They taunt the crowd, making their way to the ring being led by Buddy. When they enter the ring, the lights return and the crowd boos intensely. Buddy stands in the middle of the ring, holding a mic with a grin on his face.

Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings are not involved in the WCF Classic this year-- probably because they already hold most of the belts.

Freddy Whoa: I'm sure that won't stop Buddy Roman from complaining about it.

Buddy waits for the crowd to die down before he begins to speak.

Buddy Roman: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Slam!

The crowd cheers, kinda.

Buddy Roman: It's always nice to come to the backwards, hick, Book of Mormon-loving town of Salt Lake City, Utah.

More boos. Buddy snickers.

Buddy Roman: My name... is Buddy Roman. Standing with me is the most dominant faction in WCF history-- hands down, like it or not, the Vapor Kings have RAPED and PILLAGED the Wrestling Championship Federation. Count 'em--

Buddy points to each title.

Buddy Roman: One, two, three, four and five. FIVE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLES between these three men, the Vapor Kings. Where is the competition? Are you out there? Yeah, I'm talking to you bums in the back. Where is Pantheon? They folded, went home, Jonny Fly is out with his latest fingerbang injury-- something like that. Corey Black might wrestle one more match this year-- maybe. There is nothing left of Pantheon. We took their last glimmer of hope, these Tag Team titles that they clung to like life preservers-- they belong to the Vapor Kings now. Who else? The Pack? A bunch of nobodies?

ICE clears his throat.

Buddy Roman: Clarification-- a bunch of nobodies, following around ICE Beckman's girlfriend like hormone-crazed teenagers? They were SINGLE HANDEDLY destroyed at Helloween by the World Champion. And they are somehow going to pose a threat to the Vapor Kings reign? I don't think so... ladies and gentlemen, I don't think so.

Buddy begins to pace.

Buddy Roman: But you know what troubles me? I'll tell you what troubles me. Seth Lerch has blackballed us, cockblocked us from the WCF Classic. He KNOWS that the United States title would come home with us, if any of these three men were involved in the tournament. And... well, he can't have the Vapor Kings holding ALL of the titles, right Seth? That's why you've kept us as far away from the WCF Classic 2014 as possible, isn't that right?

Buddy laughs to himself.

Buddy Roman: This tournament is a SHAM. It has no credibility when the wrestlers who MATTER, the wrestlers who are on TOP, are not involved. As far as we are concerned... and as far as you, the fans, should be concerned, the WCF Classic 2014 is nothing but a joke. It's a free giveaway, a touchy feely, little kiddy tournament for the little leaguers. The bottom feeders. The men who CAN NOT COMPETE with the real competition-- the Vapor Kings.

Buddy stands in front of ICE, Orbit and Z-MAC with his arms outstretched.

Buddy Roman: We are the Vapor Kings, and WCF belongs to us. No thing or no one can stop us-- not an R-CAIRO, not a Fly Swatter, not the latest flavor of the week stable. Get used to this sight. Get used to seeing the Vapor Kings owning this amount of gold, title after title after title. And as for that WCF Classic... hell, we may just end up owning that too.

Buddy grins, and then begins laughing maniacally. The three Vapor Kings stand behind Buddy, holding their title belts high.


Buddy continues to laugh as the camera pans all of the title belts and then pans out to show the group one last time.

Zach Davis: I hate to admit it, but it's hard to argue with Buddy Roman here. Who can stop these guys?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know, Zach. And what was he talking about, owning the WCF Classic too?

Cut to commercial.

Jack Lawson vs Vincent Hewson

Kyle Steele: This match is scheduled for one fall!

"We Will Rock You" by Nickelback hits the PA. Jack Lawson walks out with the hood of his vest covering his head, but his face is clearly visible. His sister Lilly Dawson is accompanying him. They stop at the top of the ramp and Jack looks at his surroundings while his sister looks at him with pride. Jack is slowly nodding his head in approval as he can't contain the adrenaline the crowd has injected into his spirit, but he maintains his war face. He leans down, pounds his chest and aggressively raises both of his arms to a cheerful crowd. He walks down to the ring with a purpose as his sister follows. He walks up the steps and jumps in over the top rope, aggressively running the ropes to prepare himself for battle. He stops to take off his vest, tosses it ringside to his sister and begins pacing, awaiting his opponent.

Kyle Steele: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Lilly Lawson... hailing from Atlanta, Georgia... weighing in at two hundred and fifty-three pounds... JACK LAWSON!

The abruptly disruptive tunes of "Bite It, You Scum" by GG Allin begin to shred through the arena as Vincent Hewson marches through the entrance way without any hesitation. This man is all business. He trudges down the ramp, with a rigid frown and cold eyes. Making his way to the ring, Vincent takes to accosting those foolish fans that choose to boo him, as well as those who praise his efforts. He doesn't give a crap. He slides in the ring, and stares down his forthcoming opponent as he warms up.

Kyle Steele: And his opponent, from Raleigh, North Carolina... weighing in at two hundred and forty-four pounds... THE VIRUS... VINCENT HEWSON!


Freddy Whoa: I love this. Two new guys, ready to show their stuff. This is what WCF is all about.

Zach Davis: Just think, one of these guys could be the next Logan, or Torture or Jonny Fly. The next big thing in the wrestling world.

The two men circle each other before locking up. They jockey for position for a few moments before Hewson gets Lawson in a side headlock. Hewson shoves him forward and breaks free. Lawson spins around a blocks a right hand from Hewson, throwing a fist of his own which connects. Lawson hits Hewson with a few more right hands before executing a dropkick.

Freddy Whoa: Jack Lawson seems like the no nonsense type. I understand he's a former Marine, and that's his little sister with him at ringside.

Lawson pulls Hewson up and whips him to the ropes-- Hewson dodges a big boot on the return, and rocks Lawson with a leaping forearm smash. Lawson is reeling and Hewson takes him down with a chop block. Hewson stomps out Lawson before pulling him up and executing a Russian legsweep. He floats over for a pin attempt.


Freddy Whoa: No, Vincent Hewson kicks out before two!

Zach Davis: Both of these guys will be looking to make a statement with a win tonight. What do you know about Hewson?

Freddy Whoa: You don't recognize him? He was a big political figure once upon a time, and more recently he was rumored to be involved in the bounty hunter racket. Scary guy, for sure-- but can he go in the ring?

Lawson goes to pull up Hewson but he pokes his eye! Lawson rears backwards, holding his eye in pain as the ref issues a stern warning. Hewson doesn't seem to mind as he begins hammering Lawson with right hands and forearms. He goes behind Lawson with a waistlock-- and hits a German suplex, bridging for the pin.



Zach Davis: Lawson rolls out at two!

Hewson stomps Lawson and drags him to the middle of the ring, hitting a knee drop to the lower back. he lands another before mounting him and locking in a camel clutch.

Freddy Whoa: Not a good place to be for Jack Lawson. Will he submit?

The ref checks Lawson who defiantly refuses to give up. He yells in pain as Hewson tightens the hold. After a few moments, Lawson tries to power out. The crowd begins to get behind him as he claws at Hewson... finally he is able to pry one of his hands off. As Hewson struggles to lock the hold in again, Lawson gets to a knee-- he powers to his feet with Hewson on his back, and drops him in a backpack stunner!

Zach Davis: Great resilience shown by Jack Lawson! There's that Marine background shining through.

Freddy Whoa: Both of these guys seem tough as nails.

Lawson scoops up Hewson and holds him in cross body position-- he hits a swinging sitdown side slam!

Freddy Whoa: Big impact move by Jack Lawson! Here's the pin, this could be it!



Zach Davis: NO! Vincent Hewson gets the shoulder up at the last second.

Lawson stomps on Hewson before pulling him up. He hits Hewson with a forearm smash before whipping him to the ropes-- Hewson reverses the whip, and sends Lawson to the ropes instead-- he catches Lawson and hoists him up for a spinning Stun Gun!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a reversal, he calls that the Innoculator!

Zach Davis: Here's the pin!



Freddy Whoa: No, Jack Lawson kicks out before three! Both of these guys want to win this thing!

Zach Davis: This is WCF, this is the big time. Both men trying to make a name here in the most competitive wrestling promotion on the planet, and what a match so far.

Both men are slow to their feet...Hewson sends Lawson into the ropes!


And into the Absolute Rule!

Zach Davis: He tries to resist...


Freddy Whoa: THE VIRUS WINS!

The bell rings as Vincent Hewson stands up, getting his arm raised.

Cory Scarecrow vs Marcus Adams

Zach Davis: Now we have a a one on one new comer match. Oddly enough there is no customary WCF cluster fatal four way. Straight up one verse one. Marcus Adams taking on Corey Scarecrow.

“Bite My Tongue” by Relient K hits over the P.A. system and out from the back emerges Marcus Adams lifting his hands up high. His smile is big like it always is as he walks down the ramp and gives a few fans high-fives. He has on his dark purple boots with his knee pads and khaki shorts.

Freddy Whoa: Marcus Adams looks like he's here to compete. Lets see how he does against Corey Scarecrow.

The lights die. The sound of crows cawing echoes across the arena, their ear spiting sound reaching a crescendo. Cory’s voice slices though the cacophony; “The scarecrow...is here!” A beat later as, “Here comes the sun” by Ghost begins to play. As the slow melodic cords sing, a red spotlight appears on the ramp. Cory is bathed in it’s hue, he whispers the words, “I am the Scarecrow”, before slowly beginning his procession down to the ring, the spotlight following him as he encircles the squired circle, hissing evilly at the crowd. Cory soaks up the hatred before sliding inside the ring, adjusting his elbow pad as a way of foreshadowing what is to come. Cory slumps against a ring post and casually waves his opponent on.

Zach Davis: I think Scarecrow is going to fit in just fine. What do you think?

Freddy Whoa: I'd have to agree with chu on that.


Scarecrow and Adams lock up in the middle of the ring but Adams is quickly over powerd and beat down with a series of knife edge chops that lead into snap jabs. Scarecrow tries for an elbow but Adams ducks under and connects with a perfect German Suplex. Adams goes for another and connects. On the third attempt Scarecrow blocks it and reverses with a flipping cutter over Adams shoulder.

Quick pin.




Zach Davis: Adams kicks out.

Scarecrow picks up Adams but Adams fights out of it, grabbing Scarecrow around the waist and dumping him to the outside. Scarecrow gets to his feet as the two men lock up again from both sides of the apron. Scarecrow tries to suplex Adams out of the ring but Adams blocks it, hitting a few knees to the gut of Scarecrow. Adams hits the ropes and comes back with a hand string into drop kick that send Scarecrow crashing into the barricade

Zach Davis: The Pressure Arrow.

The ref counts


Scarecrow gets to his feet and slides into the ring. Adams stays on him though, not letting Scarecrow get to his feet but the big man prevails and connects with a meat hook clothesline. Both men are down but its Scarecrow who gets to his feet first, picking up Adams and plants him down with a liger powerbomb.

Quick pin..




Adams kicks out again.

Scarecrow tries to continue his dominance over Adams but gets hit with a spine buster and again both men are down.

The ref counts..


Adams gets to his feet and locks in a sharpshooter but Scarecrow scrambles to the ropes. Adams breaks the hold but lays the boots in anyway before the ref backs him off. Scarecrow gets to his feet as Adams lungs at him and the two start brawling into the corner as Scarecrow sets himself up on the top rope.

Zach Davis: Looks like Scarecrow is going for some high impact moves here.

Scarecrow sets up Adams for a top rope pedigree but Adams refuses to take the ride. Adams blocks the attempt again.

Freddy Whoa: Adams just isnt going to take that top rope pedigree. He's hanging on for dear life, as best as he can.

Adams struggles and fights but finally is able to break free as he cracks scarecrow with a few stiff punches. Scarecrow slumps over as Adams hooks him up.

Zach Davis: Top rope angel slam! A counter to that top rope pedigree. Both men are out.

Adams crawls to make the one arm cover.

The Pin





Freddy Whoa: And Corey Scarecrow kicks out! I don't know how these guys still breathing.

Adams picks up Scarecrow, kicking him in the gut and puts his arm over the shoulder of Scarecrow.

Zach Davis: Could this be it? Can this put him away?


Freddy Whoa: Saviors Slam!

The pin.



3 !!!

Zach Davis: And Marcus Adams picks up the win in his debut match! Congratulations.

Simon Jacobs vs Chase Michaels

Kyle Steele: This match is scheduled for one fall!

"Simon Says" by Pharoahe Monch hits the PA as Simon Jacobs makes his way to the ring. He's wearing black trunks and boots (with "SJ" printed on the front of the trunks and sides of boots in golden yellow, à la Ric Flair). Black elbow and knee pads. Taped left wrist and right hand/wrist/partial lower forearm.

Kyle Steele: Introducing first, from Flint, Michigan... weighing two hundred and eighty-seven pounds... SJ FAMOUS... SIMON JACOBS!

"Bad Moon Rising" plays and a spotlight scans the crowd until it stops on Chase and Aeryn who are both standing in the crowd with the hood's of their hoodies up. They slowly make their way towards the ring and as Chase gets to the barricade, he climbs up on it and looks around before jumping down and lifting Aeryn over it.

Kyle Steele: Haling from California via way of Crawely, England... Being accompanied by The She-Wolf Aeryn Carter...The Wolf Chase Michaels!

Michaels slides in to the ring under the bottom rope and climbs up to the second turnbuckle before flicking his hood off as he stretches his arms out in a cocky fashion. He climbs down before taking his hoodie off and handing it to Aeryn as he waits for the match to start.


Freddy Whoa: Jacobs debuted at Helloween in a fatal four-way which was won by another newcomer, Marc Mayhem. However, Simon Jacobs was not pinned or submitted.

Zach Davis: He's facing Chase Michaels, who recently returned to active competition, aligning himself with the Pack. Michaels is looking to rebuild some momentum, and Jacobs is trying to make a name for himself-- we'll see who walks away with the victory in this exhibition match.

The two men tie up-- the much taller Jacobs gets the upper hand, putting Michaels in a front facelock. Michaels is able to maneuver out, putting Jacobs in a hammerlock. Jacobs hits Michaels with a back elbow, followed by a right hand. Jacobs hits him with another right hand before whipping Michaels to the ropes and taking him down with a big boot.

Freddy Whoa: Simon Jacobs, or "SJ Famous" has the clear size advantage. But Chase Michaels is very dangerous in that ring-- they don't call him the Wolf for nothing.

Michaels pops back up and grabs him in a side headlock, taking him down. As they both get back up, Jacobs connects with a knee to the face, and then rebounds off the ropes for a shoulder block that knocks Chase Michaels down once more. Jacobs hits Michaels with a knee drop, followed by another, and then covers for the pin.


Zach Davis: Michaels kicks out before a two count.

Jacobs pulls Michaels up, but Chase elbows him in the gut. Jacobs throws a wild right hand but Chase catches the arm and hits a double-knee arm breaker. Both men get back up, but Chase hits Jacobs with a jumping knee to the chin. Jacobs is reeling-- Chase goes behind him with a hammerlock, and then drops him with a short-arm lariat.

Zach Davis: As you stated before-- the Wolf is as dangerous as they come.

Chase goes to the apron as Jacobs slowly gets back to his feet. Chase slingshots in with a shoulder block-- but Jacobs catches him with a powerslam! After resting for a moment, Jacobs pulls up Chase and presses him over his head... he drops him neck-first over the top rope.

Freddy Whoa: The ref issuing a warning to Jacobs, but he's brushing it off.

Chase is up on shaky legs. Jacobs rakes Michaels' chest, and then spins him around and rakes his back... followed by rebounding off the ropes and hitting a flying eye-rake!

Zach Davis: Furious Phalanges!

Freddy Whoa: What?

Zach Davis: That's what SJ Famous calls that sequence right there.

The ref is furious, threatening disqualification. Jacobs pays no mind as he boots Chase Michaels in the gut and puts him in a standing headscissors.

Freddy Whoa: Simon Jacobs could be looking for the Almost Famous powerbomb--

But Chase slips out, shoving Jacobs away! Both men charge towards each other but Michaels with a rolling elbow. Jacobs spins around but Chase hits a running bicycle kick!

Zach Davis: DEMON'S KISS!

Michaels drops to pin Jacobs.



Freddy Whoa: NO! Jacobs kicks out at two.

Chase waits as Jacobs slowly gets to his feet--


Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Chase connects with the superkick to SJ's chin! He drops down to pin Jacobs once again.





"Bad Moon Rising" hits the PA once again.

Freddy Whoa: Chase Michaels picks up the win!

Zach Davis: The Wolf has indeed made the Pack proud tonight.

Aeryn joins Michaels in the ring to celebrate as SJ Famous rolls out of the ring.

Television Title Match
Louis Bartkowski vs Zombie McMorris

Zach Davis: Well ladies and gentleman.. we have odd match for you.

Freddy Whoa: The NEW TV Champion will be in action against, get this- Louis Bartkowski.

Zach Davis: I think Seth has something against Bartkowski.

Freddy Whoa: I think so. First Oblivion, now ZMAC? I'd feel bad for the guy but he shows up; so I guess its on him?

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

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

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

Zach Davis: I like Bartkowski and I want him do to well, but I- I can't. He's like the Coyote. I wana see him do good but I love to see him crash and burn.

“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” Hits the PA.

Freddy Whoa: And Buddy Roman will be making another appearance.

Buddy Roman walks out on stage with a microphone and addresses the crowd.

Buddy Roman: Good evening. My name is Vincent Buddy Roman; Proud Father. And tonight is a special night. Tonight it is with great pride that I get to introduce to you the NEW WCF TV champion; ZOMBIE MCMORRIS! However, before I do, I just want to say to you Mr. Bartkowski that if it wasnt so comical, I would pity you. I would pity you but that would not be the Vapor King way. No. Not at all. So in reality I just want to wish you good luck. I just want to wish ALL of WCF, good luck. Now with out further delay.. Ladies and gentleman I give to you your NEW WCF TV CHAMPION.... THE COKED UP MAD MAN.... ZOMBIE... MCMORRIS!

"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them Lemmy 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.


ZMAC takes off his TV title and runs at Bartkowski, trying to clock him with it but Bartkowksi ducks.

Zach Davis: To remind everyone at home, the title changes hands on a DQ.

Freddy Whoa: Tell that to ZMAC.

Bartkowski starts to slip some snapping jabs and finish with a wind up haymaker. ZMAC hits the ropes as Bartkowski runs for him but gets back body dropped over the ropes and crashes to the floor below. ZMAC hits the ropes and rebounds back, leaping over the ropes with a suicide dive!

Zach Davis: ZMAC just hammering away at Bartkowski.

ZMAC picks up Bartkowski and rolls him back into the ring. ZMAC slides himself back in, standing up as Bartkowski gets to his feetbut ZMAC stays on him with a boot to the gut and sling shot suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Counter by Bartkowski!


Zach Davis: Best Drop Kick in The World!

Freddy Whoa: Bartkowskis going the ropes.

Bartkowskis on the top rope as ZMAC springs to life quickly scales the turn buckle..


Zach Davis: Deuce and A Half! Top rope dump out pile driver..

The pin..



3 !!!

Zach Davis: He did it! ZMAC puts Bartkowski away in his first title defense!

ZMAC takes his title from the ref as he rolls out of the ring and retreats back into the crowd.

Steve Orbit Segment


The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z hits the PA.

Zach Davis: Oh jeez.

Freddy Whoa: It's Steve Orbit!

"The Mack" Steve Orbit appears at the top of the ramp with Buddy Roman. They make their way towards the ring.

Zach Davis: We already heard enough from Buddy earlier tonight. Orbit doesn't even have a match tonight, do we really need to see these two again?

Buddy climbs into the ring, followed by Orbit. They hug in the center of the ring as the crowd boos. Orbit holds both of his title belts high in the air to more boos. Buddy grins, seemingly enjoying the negative reaction. He puts the mic to his lips.

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

The crowd continues to boo.

Buddy Roman: Please, a little respect. I've already said what I have to say, earlier this evening. At this time, I'd like to pass the microphone and give the stage to my dear, dear son... WCF Hardcore Champion and one-half of the WCF Tag Team Champions... former two-time World Champion, former United States Champion, former two-tome Television Champion... THE MACK... STEVEN DAMIEN ORBIT-ROMAN.

The boos get louder. Orbit spits on the mat.

Zach Davis: The fans have been fed up with Steve Orbit since he turned on Pantheon and joined the Vapor Kings.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, it's true. He went from one of the most beloved-- to one of the most hated, Zach.

The crowd begins to die down and Orbit raises the mic.

Steve Orbit: Y'all thought I was crazy, back in August. Y'all thought I lost my damn mind after I lost the World title to my brother, ICE Beckman-- all you people said to me was, "how could you leave Pantheon?" "Why would you stab your brothers in the back?" "Why would you join with Buddy Roman and the Vapor Kings?" Well, here we are-- a few months later, I got your fuckin' answer right here.

Orbit holds the two title belts up.

Steve Orbit: I was the biggest star Pantheon ever had. I was the BEST... WRESTLER... Pantheon ever had. You wanna know the truth? I got too big for Pantheon. I joined Pantheon early this year, and I went on to have a good run with the World Title. The whole time, I'm gettin' jacked up by Waylon Cash, then I'm gettin' lynched by Seifer Armstrong-- where was Pantheon? Oh, they couldn't be there that night. They had already left the arena. The list of excuses was endless. And then, of course, there's Jayson Price-- this mother fucker never liked me from day one, jealous ass hater from day one, and when he won the Trios, that was his golden ticket. That was his big shot, but guess what-- I put him in his fuckin' place just like every other time we been in the ring together.

Freddy Whoa: Their World Title match at Blast went to a draw, actually.

Steve Orbit: Point is, I never trusted nobody in Pantheon. Not Corey Black, not Jeff Purse, not Jayson Price and DEFINITELY not no sheisty-ass Jonny Fly.

The crowd pops at the mention of Fly's name.

Steve Orbit: I never trusted them, because I knew they was USING me. That's why I waited... I waited for the right time to show them exactly how I really felt about them. All of 'em, but ESPECIALLY FLY. Every time we would work out together, train, or when we would hang out together-- half my mind wanted to choke this mother fucker. Beat him over the head or stick him with somethin', you know what I'm sayin'? I can't STAND this nigga, y'all.

Buddy puts his hand on Orbit's shoulder, telling him everything is OK. Orbit calms down a little bit.

Steve Orbit: It is OK. It is OK because at One-- it's goin' down. I get Jonny Fly and I get him on the biggest stage there is. I tried to beat him last year, and I failed-- this year, I WILL NOT FAIL. This year, at One 2014, I will defeat Jonny Fly. I will pin Jonny Fly for a THIRD and FINAL time.

Orbit mean mugs the camera.

Steve Orbit: Fly, you out there? Huh? Takin' some time off again, I see. You been gettin' injured a lot this year, huh Fly? Meanwhile, I been killin' everything I touch. You're weak, Fly. You're the weakest you ever been, and I am stronger than ever. At One... if you can get outta your bed, and make it to One, I promise you, Fly, I will put you out of your fuckin' misery... once, and for all.

Orbit drops the mic. "Who Gon Stop Me" plays again as Buddy and Orbit hug.

Freddy Whoa: Strong words from Steve Orbit, aimed at Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: Fly was injured by Jeff Purse at Helloween-- no word on whether or not he'll be ready to compete by the time One rolls around, but I've gotta think he'll be itching to get back after hearing this.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Marc Mayhem vs Kaz Mazy

The scene fades into a packed Slam arena to the crowd going wild.

Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam coming to you live in Salt Lake City!

Freddy Whoa: That's right! We in the SLC and Zac you can SMD!

Zach Davis: I dont even wanna know what that means...but we're in the midst of the opening rounds of the United States Title Tournament!

Freddy Whoa: It's been an explosive night so far and we're only a few matches in!

The arena goes black and Hail to the king (by avenged sevenfold) plays over pa. a spot light lights up the center of the ring. Marc walks out from behind the curtain. he runs down the ramp while red pyros go off following him down. he slides under the ropes and warms up in the spotlight while he waits for his opponent.

Zach Davis: This guy tore on the scene last week at Helloween, deafeating not one, not even two...but three men to win his debut match! Let's take a look.

A few highlights play from Helloween showing Marc Mayhem crushing his opponents

Freddy Whoa: I'd be impressed, Zac, but who exactly did he beat? Crybaby McEmo? Give me something else to go on here.

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
You gotta make it all the way

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 before awaiting his opponent.

Zach Davis: Here comes Kaz Mazy!

Freddy Whoa: Kaz is coming off a huge dissapointment at Helloween, losing his chance to hold his first Championship in WCF.

Zach Davis: But let's not put down what he did at Helloween. He kicked out of a Price Check and hung in the ring with a former World Champion and current Internet Champion. He seems to be emboldened by the experience.

Freddy Whoa: At the end of the day, experience is all you got.

The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.

Zach Davis: Marc right out of the gate with an explosive clothesline!

Freddy Whoa: He took Kaz Mazy to the ground!

Zach Davis: Smart move from the brawler Mayhem!

Marc latches on to Kaz's waist with his thighs and tries to pound the high flyer with hard rights. Kaz wiggles away and eventually gets free. He uses the ropes to pull himself up as Marc comes at him with another clothesline...but Kaz hits Marc with a right elbow, knocking the superstar off guard and balance. Marc charges again and Kaz uses the ropes to his advantage, dipping out between the middle and top. Marc hits the ropes which stops his momentum. Kaz hits Marc with an under the rope shoulder, then leaps over and rolls Marc up with a sunset pin.



Marc kicks out with explosive power, but Kaz uses the momentum to roll to his feet and hits a sitting Marc with a dropkick.

Zach Davis: What a dropkick!

Freddy Whoa: Kaz is heading to the top rope...is he signalling for his finisher already?!

Kaz begins to call to the crowd, but Marc gets to his feet quickly and starts hitting Kaz with hard rights. Kaz starts fighting back, but the larger Marc overpowers him. He grabs Kaz off the top rope and hits him with a jaw dropping suplex to a loud "OH!" from the crowd.

Zach Davis: Impressive move by Marc Mayhem!

Freddy Whoa: Smart move to keep the hifh flyer grounded!

Marc grabs Kaz around the head and alligator rolls him to the middle, keeping a leverage advantage over the youngster. He begins to plant his knee into Kaz's head.

Zach Davis: What a dominating display from Marc! He's showing Mazy he's not to be taken lightly.

Freddy Whoa: I didn't know Kaz was taking him lightly.

Zach Davis: I don't think he was, but just in case...

Freddy Whoa: You're ramblin now...

Marc keeps planting knee after knee, barely missing here, slightly connecting there...but Kaz begins to lift himself up and Marc comes along for the ride. Kaz breaks free from the headlock and pushes Marc away. Marc charges and Kaz rolls out of the way, then charges Marc himself...but Marc lifts Kaz up and plants him throat first into the ropes to another "OH!" from the crowd. Mazy bounds off the ropes, hits the mat, and Marc covers him for the pin



Zach Davis: NO! KICKOUT!

Marc lifts Kaz up and pushes him towards the turnbuckle and begins planting earth shattering chops into Kaz's chest. Each one lands with a deafening "SLAP!" and finally Kaz falls into a seated position on the turnbuckle. Marc backs away from Kaz.

Zach Davis: Oh no! What's he doing?

Freddy Whoa: He's chargin em!

Marc rushes towards Kaz and hits him with a knee...

Zach Davis: KAZ MOVES!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Rigjt at the last second!

Kaz ends up behind Marc and rolls him up with a schoolboy.



Freddy Whoa: Marc powers out!

Zach Davis: Both of these guys want the United States Championship! Badly!

The crowd begins to pop for the two.

Zach Davis: The Marriot Center is coming to life for these two!

Kaz is now facing a kneeled Marc. He charges him for the Hanging Dong...but Marc lifts himself and Kaz up and plants him with a spinebuster!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!

Zach Davis: What impact Freddy! Kaz must be reeling now...

Kaz is nursing his injured back and trying to dramatically crawl for the ropes...but Marc pulls him away and attempts to lock him up in his rolling kneebar!

Zach Davis: TAP OR SNAP! He's got it locked in...but no, Kaz wiggles free.

Freddy Whoa: He's a wiggly one, that Kaz.

Zach Davis: That was so close. One more second and he would have had that devestating submission locked in!

Freddy Whoa: But wpuld Kaz have tapped or snappped?

Zach Davis: I think he's already snapped!

Back in the ring, Kaz is now rolling around. Marc is trying to catch the quick little bugger, but can't seem to get his hands on him. The crowd is popping for the insanity they're witnessing in the ring. Marc finally gets dizzy trying to chase Kaz around, and Kaz capatalizes. He springs off the ropes and hits Marc with a devestating dropkick. Marc hits the ground and Kaz is signalling that he's going to the top rope!

Zach Davis: Here he goes again!

Freddy Whoa: What's he doin?

Kaz climbs up to the top..,but Marc get's up again! Still Kaz signals. He front flips off the rope and hits Marc with a standing Cold Sun!


Freddy Whoa: Marc is down!

Kaz covers him for the pin.




Zach Davis: No! Kickout!

Freddy Whoa: Marc Mayhem kicks out of that signature move of Mazys!

Zach Davis: Mazy can't believe it!

Kaz starts to lift the beast Marc to his feet...but Marc comes up with a stiff uppercut and knocks Kaz off balance. Kaz falls against the second rope and leans against it. Marc stumbles towards him and puts his knee to Kaz's back, using it choke him against the rope. The referee pulls Marc away. Kaz stumbles to his feet and nurses his throat as Marc begins plowing away with hard rights, each one knocking Kaz's head back with a rush of sweat and spit. marc irish whips Kaz into the turnbuckle...but Kaz slides into position and turns around quickly. He charge an unsuspecting Marc and nails him a dropkick, knocking Marc back into the turnbuckle. Marc falls against it with a plop and Kaz backs away and charges again, hitting Marc with a plancha splash againt the turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Kaz is driving momentum now!

Zach Davis: Can he capatalize?

Marc stumbles away from the turnbuckle as Kaz rushes the ropes. He springboards off with a moonsault...but Marc catches him mid-air and hits him with a hard Oklahoma slam sendimg Kaz to the mat with a crash. He covers Kaz for the pin.




Freddy Whoa: No! Kaz got the shoulder up! He kicked out!

Zach Davis: Marc is wondering what he has to do put Kaz away!

Marc lifts Kaz to his feet and goes for a quick lariat...but Kaz ducks! Marc whips around to eat a swift enziguiri to the back of the head. Marc falls to the mat on his back. Kaz quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! HE'S SIGNALING!!!

Kaz Mazy: Why Won't Can't Let Me?!

Kaz leaps from the turnbuckle and nails Marc with a corkscrew shooting star press!

Zach Davis: What impact!!!

Kaz hooks Marc's leg for the pin.





Freddy Whoa: He did it! WHOA! Kaz regained momentum heading into this US Title Tournament!

Zach Davis: And what a first opponent! Marc Mayhem was a hell of a competitor here tonight! He'll definitely be a force to be reckoned with in the coming weeks!

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Ultimate Destroyer vs Cormack MacNeill

Kyle Steele: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first-- he hails from The Wasteland... weighing in at an even four-hundred pounds, here is-- THE ULLL-TIMATE DESTROOOYY-ER!!

The crowd POPS --BIG TIME-- as The Ultimate Destroyer bursts through the entrance way and down the ramp. He slaps hands with the fans as he runs toward the ring, while air raid/police sirens blare over the PA system. Ultimate Destroyer jumps onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope, then bounces around off the ring ropes, whipping the fans into an even bigger frenzy. Not yet finished, Ultimate Destroyer beats the hell out of the first person he sees-- who happens to be referee Zip Wingdinger. After whooping Zip with kicks, punches and clotheslines, Destroyer finally military presses Zip over his head and tosses the ref into the front row. Zip is caught by a group of rabid Ultimate Destroyer fans, who rip Zip's limbs from his body.

Zach Davis: These Mormons are something else aren't they, Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: Craziest white people I've ever seen-- and I've seen a lot of crazy ass honkies in my time. Lookin at chu, Amanda Bynes. Call me, girl.

Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer has been on a roll lately. He took Johnny Reb to the limit at Helloween- and although he saw his winning streak snapped during that match, he really impressed the WCF Universe and the WCF Championship Committee with his performance.

Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer is a seven-foot-tall, four-hundred-pound, failed military experiment, Zach. It's amazing this man isn't an undefeated, twenty-time WCF World Champion like Jonny Fly.

Zach Davis: And that physique is all-natural, Freddy. That's the product of twenty-three hours a day in the gym. That's the product of an all-horsemeat diet right there. That's hard work in the form of a living, breathing, human Adonis.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, yeah, all-natural... I hear ya. He's not roid raging or anything.

Kyle Steele: 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.

Zach Davis: Based on his entrance music, it sounds like Cormack MacNeill is "Shipping Up to Boston"!

Freddy Whoa: NO. You're wrong. That's a different Dropkick Murphys song, Zach. I mean, uh-- I don't listen to that cracka music, foo'.

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.

Zach Davis: Since Cormack MacNeill returned from injury, we've seen a mean streak in him that he previously lacked. Make no mistake about it, he's been one of the toughest superstars on the WCF roster since he debuted last year. But Cormack always seemed like the affable gentleman brawler who would beat your face in during the match and then buy you a beer afterwards. That's not the case anymore.

Freddy Whoa: Ever heard the expression "Nice guys finish last"? Cormack has. He's tired of people mistaking his kindness for weakness.

Zach Davis: Weakness is not what people are going to remember Cormack MacNeill for.

Freddy Whoa: You damn right about that, my main Caucasian nigga Zach. Cormack has had a fire lit under his ass by his manager James Church and he's been straight up brutalizing peeps of late. This is gonna be a good match, Zach. Physical, unrelenting and we're probably gonna see a grown man get mollywopped tonight.

Zach Davis: We just need a ref. As the WCF Universe can see, Zip Wingdinger's earthly remains are being collected by our crack medical staff at ringside--

Freddy Whoa: They're decked out in full anti-Ebola gear because you can't be too safe these days, especially with all of these cannibals on the loose in Salt Lake City.

Zach Davis: Yes, this is definitely Ultimate Destroyer territory, Freddy.

A reluctant Stanley Moser makes his way out from the back, or more accurately is shoved out from the back by Seth Lerch.

Stanley Moser: I don't want to go out there! Destroyer is a madman!

Seth Lerch: You will do your job or I will fire you!

Stanley Moser: Oh Godfather, I thought reffing Oblivion's matches was a dangerous gig. Lord Jam Willy Hey-Zeus, please watch over my mortal vessel!

Zach Davis: It looks like senior WCF referee Stan Moser is finally making his way down to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like he's praying-- while openly weeping. Must be a Jets fan.

At last, Moser slides into the ring and calls for the bell.


Destroyer bolts for Cormack, but the crafty Scotsman gouges the wildman's eyes and Destroyer is temporarily blinded. Cormack follows up with heavy, clobbering blows that stagger the big man--well, the BIGGER man into the corner. They're both big dudes.

Zach Davis: Cormack using heelish tactics early on to subdue the awesome power and unyielding fury of The Ultimate Destroyer.

Freddy Whoa: Cormack is working over the ribs of Destroyer with heavy punches. You can see the grimace on Destroyer's face. Cormack hits ya like a brick shithouse, but Destroyer is a HUGE man with a lot of muscular development.

Zach Davis: He's the type of guy who could eat punches all day and just /KICK WHAM CHOKESLAM ya, ya know? That Destroyer is a big strong man, no doubt. I'm not even sure that he's human. Our military has concocted some devastating weapons through the years, and Ultimate Destroyer is a prime example.

Cormack sneers and scowls, talking trash to his opponent and the fans, as he continues to work those big punches to Destroyer's ribs. Destroyer takes a swing at Cormack, but Cormack ducks the wild punch and drops Destroyer with a chop block to the knee.

Zach Davis: Chop block by Cormack MacNeill! He just cut The Ultimate Destroyer's leg out from under him!

Freddy Whoa: The man might be a soccer hooligan--excuse me FÚTBOL hooligan, but he just pulled a move straight out of the NFL playbook. If Ultimate Destroyer were Tom Brady, the Pats wouldn't be going to the playoffs this year.

Zach Davis: What would it were, Freddy? What would it were. My Bills might've had a chance. Anyway, I think Destroyer's ligaments are stronger than any NFL quarterback's, but even he had to feel that one-- and you can hear the howls of pain emanating from The Destroyer. It sounds like the baying of the hounds in some kinda Conan Doyle tale.

The Destroyer growls at Cormack, telling him to fight like a man, but Cormack's target is Destroyer's knee. Cormack locks and loads with kicks and stomps to that banged up knee. Before long Cormack cinches in a grapevine leglock to cause further pain and duress to the hobbled Destroyer. The crowd lustily boos Cormack's attack against their hero, but the barrel-chested Halifax native pays them no mind. He's zeroed in on his point of attack and he's going to town, stretching out all of the ligaments and tendons in that knee.

Zach Davis: As strong as Cormack is, and the man is a caber-tossing, stone-cutting, poon-smashing burlyman from Nova Scotia by way of Scotland, can you imagine how much pressure he's putting on The Ultimate Destroyer's knee right now?

Freddy Whoa: This is beautiful work by Cormack, Zach. It's brilliant strategy. He doesn't have to slug it out with The Destroyer--why would he even want to? He can outwit him. He can outmaneuver him. He can wear him down and grind out the victory. This is what Cormack has been missing during his WCF career, Zach, admirable though it has been. This is James Church's leadership at work.

Zach Davis: Cormack loosening up on the grapevine--but only to drive several hard knee strikes into the knee of his rival and counterpart in this match! You think Cormack MacNeill doesn't want to represent the United States as its next champion? This man might be a Canadian socialist scoundrel, but he knows who butters his bread.

Freddy Whoa: Such viciousness and James Church is screaming for more of it! The Pack has some killers in their midst, but Cormack might be the most hard-hitting and merciless of them all. Who says Cormack MacNeill can't go all the way in the WCF Classic and claim the championship that his teammate Jay Omega was forced to vacate due to injury?

Destroyer lets out a mighty roar and finally opens up on Cormack with a flurry of big American punches-- the Canadian is stammered. The Scotsman is drunken stumblebum on his own product. Destroyer is lighting up The Halifax Hardman and fighting to get back to a vertical base!


Zach Davis: But we cannot count out The Ultimate Destroyer! These fans are willing him on to something greater! Can he get back to his feet?!

Freddy Whoa: Cormack is trying to hold him down-- BUT Destroyer rocks Cormack with a barrage of rights and lefts and a HUGE headbutt! Cormack is wobbled! Destroyer is up! The Ultimate One bounces off the ropes--CLOTHESLINE! Cormack is up--Destroyer bounces off the ropes... CLOTHESLINE! Cormack is up again--Destroyer bounces off the ropes... CLOTHESLINE! Cormack is rocked!

Zach Davis: Cormack MacNeill's carefully laid plan is crumbling around him thanks to the almighty power of The Ultimate Destroyer!

Ultimate Destroyer pounds his chest like a mufucking King Kong on that Empire State Building as the crowd jumps to its feet and roars its approval.


Zach Davis: This man could be our next United States Champion!

Cormack rolls out of the ring to discuss strategy with James Church. The crowd boos.


Freddy Whoa: These Mormons are relentless, mang. Can't give a Canadian brutha a chance to collect his thoughts and shiz.


Zach Davis: It's a kilt-- and he's not even wearing it! He took it off before the match!

Freddy Whoa: Don't--Do not try reasoning with them, Zach. These people voted for Mitt Romney. They're not like us. They're not human.

Zach Davis: You're an Obama man, Freddy?

Freddy Whoa: Why? Because I'm a brutha? Didn't we discuss this during WAR? I voted for Roseanne Barr, Zach. That's my bitch right there.

Cormack and his manager James Church discuss strategy amid the raucous cheers of the capacity crowd, whispering into each other's ear, no doubt plotting devious schemes by which to topple The Ultimate Destroyer. The ref begins to count Cormack out--ONE! TWO! THREE!-- but Destroyer shoves Moser aside and climbs out through the ropes. Destroyer charges Cormack and Church, but at the last second Cormack pulls himself and his manager out of harm's way. Destroyer runs headlong into the steel ring post.


Zach Davis: I do declare, Ultimate Destroyer has split the uprights!

Freddy Whoa: Destroyer is a mighty, mighty man but he ain't too bright.

Zach Davis: But as you can see, the ring post suffered more damage than Destroyer did.

Freddy Whoa: You ain't kidding, Zach. That shit's bent worse than your iPhone.

Cormack blindsides Destroyer with a murderous clothesline.

Zach Davis: But he didn't bend Cormack MacNeill and that's the damn thing, ain't it?! Cormack just throttled Destroyer with that clothesline! Church instructs Cormack to roll The Ultimate Destroyer into the ring, and Cormack is trying to do just that.

Freddy Whoa: That's damn near some dead weight and four-hundred pounds of it. You said Cormack was the caber toss champion at the Highland Games, Zach? He's gonna need to use that strength and some straight up ergonomics to muscle Destroyer into the ring.

Destroyer subconsciously spits out a couple of teeth that had become dislodged by the impact of Cormack's clothesline-- but they grow back just as quickly.

Cormack finally gets Destroyer into the ring and makes the cover.



NO! Destroyer gets his shoulder up. The man has fight left in him, his green skin glistening with tiny beads of sweat under the arena lights as his muscles spasm with uncontrollable rage.

Zach Davis: Destroyer is awakening! He's getting his second wind!

Freddy Whoa: Cormack is working those kicks, stomps, punches, headbutts, anything he can to try and slow Destroyer down, but Ultimate is huffing and puffing and threatening to blow Cormack's house down. Clan MacNeill of Barra don't play that, Zach!

Cormack grunts as he goes to work with heavy shoulder strikes to Destroyer's abdomen. Ultimate eats a dozen of the strikes and barely wobbles, actually appearing to get stronger with each attack. Finally, he shoves Cormack away. Cormack charges back in, but Destroyer guzzles him.

Zach Davis: Cormack is in No Man's Land right now! He's about to go for a ride! Destroyer lifts him up-- CHOKESLAM! Huge chokeslam! That damn near shook Cormack out of his boots!

Destroyer drops on top of Cormack for the pin.



THREE--NO! Cormack kicks out! Destroyer smells blood in the water. He sets up Cormack with that neckhang, getting ready to punt his testes for The Soprano. James Church climbs onto the apron to run the distraction.

Freddy Whoa: Hey, come on!

Destroyer turns to Church, hoping to stop Church from any shenanigans. Destroyer yells at him and is about to attack him, but the referee gets in the middle of the two. In that time Cormack MacNeill rolls Destroyer up from behind!

Zach Davis: HEY!

The referee turns as Church drops from the apron.




Freddy Whoa: Cormack wins it!

Cormack quickly rolls away, all the way out of the ring.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Deuce Murdock vs Ryan Blake

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 "Gonzo" Deuce Murdock walks out onstage down the ramp.

Zach Davis: And here comes Gonzo!

Freddy Whoa: And its all thanks to him that this tournament is happening...

Gonzo climbs into the ring, where Ryan Blake is waiting for him to arrive. Gonzo looks over at him and extends his hand, to which Ryan looks at him with apprehension. Ryan then offers a fist bump, to which Gonzo waves off. The bell sounds, and Ryan Blake charges forward with a clothesline...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Murdock cut him down at the knees with a drop toehold, and he now has that damn hold on him that he used to blow out Omega's knee!

Zach Davis: Murdock has amputated Blake, and now has the Phantom Itch applied!

Freddy Whoa: Blake is tapping! Blake is tapping!

The referee calls for the bell, and Deuce immediately lets go of Blake's legs. Deuce then rolls Blake over, and offers his hand once again to the young man. Blake accepts his hand, and Deuce pulls him to his feet, to which Blake hops for a moment or two as Deuce stabilizes him...

Zach Davis: That might be a record for the quickest submission in the history of the WCF!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That's insane! What the hell was that boy thinking just charging in there head-on? Has he not learned anything from The Pack over the last few weeks?

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Alex Richards vs Seifer Black

Zach Davis: We're moving onto another US title tournament match.

Freddy Whoa: A big, huge match. Alex Richards, of The Pack and Seifer Black of well.. crazy shit you see on TV that only crazy white folks do. Seriously, you'd nevah see a brotha doin half the shiz that crazy Seifer be doin on TV. I don't even like being on the CCTV in line at McDonalds, yet alone the stuff that Seifer be doing.

Zach Davis: Shit be whack-a-do.

Freddy Whoa: Yah, Zach. Don't ever say that again.

Zach Davis: Fo' Shizzle.

Freddy Whoa: Or that.

The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder as a memorial to the days he was champion with the real tag team championship around his waist.

Kyle Steele: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!

Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.

Zach Davis: Alex Richards, of The Pack set to take on the former husband of The Packs leader, Chelsea Armstrong. I gotta think this is more than just the belt.

Freddy Whoa: Chelseas been used up, spit out, she'd had a tough go recently but if Alex can pick up a win, its redeeming for The Pack

Zach Davis: Especially if he can win the title and keep it in The Pack, after Omega had to drop the title due to injury.

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.

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.

Zach Davis: A win here for Seifer puts him on track for a US title and keeps the Doomsday Prophet in the fore front of our minds.

Freddy Whoa: All I know is that this match is going to be classic.


The two men lock up in the ring but its Richards that takes control, hitting knees to the gut and elbows to the back of Seifers head. Another big knee by Richards and Seifer stumbles back into the ropes. Richards irish whips Seifer and ducks for a back body drop but seifer leaps into the air and comes down with a double foot stomp to the head of Richards.

Zach Davis: Seifer with a great counter!

Seifer picks up Richards and wrenches the arm.

Freddy Whoa: Arm wrench into crescent kick.

Richards staggers back. The big man just won't go down as he stubles towards the ropes. Seifer doesnt quit as he spring boards off the ropes and plants Richards down with a spike hurricanrana.

He hooks the leg, pin attempt.




Zach Davis: Richards kicks out

Seifer gets Richards to his feet again and backs him into the corner.

Freddy Whoa: Machine gun Chops in the corner!

Zach Davis: Richards is laughing at him! He's mocking him!

Richards takes Seifer by the hair and flips him around into the corner and hits machine gun chops of his own, even striker Seifer in the throat. Angry, Seifer manages to toss Richards back into the corner and unloads with a vicious flury of elbows and discus EVERYTHING. Head butts, elbows, punches, spinning kicks to the gut! AND MORE ELBOWS!

Richards falls to the mat and tries to crawl out of the ring but Seifer hits the ropes and connects with a tremendous low drop kick. Richards tumbles out onto the floor as Richards waits for him to get back to his feet.

Zach Davis: Seifer going for high impact, high risk here.

Seifer hits the ropes and comes back, vaulting over the ropes with a cross body..

Freddy Whoa: Caught by Richards!

Zach Davis: The strength of the near four hundred pounder.

Richards has Seifer in that cross body, going for a fall away duplex but Richards puts his hand on Seifers throat and spins him out into a gun slinger choke slam! Richards stumbles forward and rolls into the ring.

Zach Davis: Richards is out, on the inside of the ring and Seifer is out, on the outside.

The ref counts out Seifer


Seifer gets to feet and answers the count before eight. He rolls back into the ring as Richards gets to his feet. Richard scoops Seifer up for a death valley driver but Seifer pushes out and maneuvers out of it, landing on his feet. Seifer goes for a kick but Richards catches it and steps in, preventing a possible enzugeri and captures Seifer for a T Bone suplex! Richards goes over and picks up Seifer for a press into forgetfull drop. Richards lifts Seifer up and drops him, taking a step forward but Seifer catches himself, landing on his knees.

Freddy Whoa: Turn around!


Seifer connects with a superkick!


A second super kick and Richards arms are count in the ropes like some sort of French giant.

Zach Davis: Whats seifer doing now? Is he going to the top ropes? He's going to go for Nuclear Winter! That double foot stomp! And Richards is hung up in the ropes!


The impact fres Richards from the ropes. Hes stunned and wobbling but won't fall. Seifer lands on the outside but quick recovers. Seifer leaps up onto the apron and then to the top rope, going for another foot stomp..


Freddy Whoa: Its countered! Zim-Quila Hangover!

The pin.



3 !!


Zach Davis: Seifer kicks out!

Richards picks up Seifer with a scoop slam but Seifer escapes. Richard hits the ropes but Seifer slides under and hooks in a Canadian single leg crab! Richards struggles to escape , finally able to turn over and boot Seifer away. Richards gets to his feet as Seifer charges but Richards counters with a choke toss clear across the ring! Seifer hits the buckle hard! Richards sets up for a running splash and it connects! Richards continues as he sets Seifer up in a tree of woe and its a ring length running body check!

Freddy Whoa: Tree of Despair!

Richards applies a bear hug and zaps the life from Seifer. Richards goes for a spine buster


Zach Davis: Seifer counter with a DDT

Both men are down

The ref counts


Seifer gets to his feet first, picking Richards up and Bringing him over to the turnbuckle. He sets up Richards, hoping to put him away.

Zach Davis: High Angle, something. NO.. High Angle death valley Driver! He's setting up for a Fade to Black from the top rope..


Richards Lands on his feet. Seifer is still on the ropes! Richards sets Seifer up, Power bomb position and carries the full two hundred fifty pounds of Seifer clear across the ring for a release powerbomb into the adjacent turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Modified Unconscious Truth!

The pin



3 !!!

Zach Davis: Richards does it! He beats Seifer Black and advances in the tournament!

The Phantastic Return

Voice: Some people feed off of others misfortune, while others embrace their sadness. WCF the prodigal son has returned. Welcome to the rebirth!

The arena lights go out.

Voice: Its time!

"Bulls on parade" by Rage Against the Machine starts playing as colored lights filter threw the smoke in the entranceway. A figure just stands there and then raises its left hand in the air. The lights go back out and then quickly come back on as "The Villain" Adam Young stands in the ring in a purple suit with a back dress shirt and a purple tie. Chants of "BTJ" ring threw the arena.

Adam Young: I'll make you famous!

Adam walks around in the ring.

Adam Young: I know a few of the boys in the back are shocked to see me back in this company. I would like to thank Seth Lerch for the heavy amount of cabbage he threw my way to lure me back from retirement in Japan. It seems as if a few of you pieces of crap have gotten a little big for your britches. Mr. Lerch is the Godfather of professional wrestling and you will show him respect. WCF is all about making him loads of money which he has agreed to put a lot of that into my pockets. Rest assure I'm back and I'm looking to cause a lot of trouble.

"Bulls on parade" starts playing as Adam leaves the ring with a shocked crowd of Adam's words in the ring.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Jayson Price vs Steeltoe Joe

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. Price pauses at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get themselves a good look before heading down the ramp, grabbing a beer from a fan trying to get a high five.

Kyle Steele: Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, he is the WCF Internet Champion...JAYSON PRICE!

Price will 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.

Kyle Steele: And his opponent...

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

Kyle Steele: From Stockton, California, weighing in at two hundred and seventy two pounds, he is the WCF People's Champion...STEELTOE JOE!

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.

Zach Davis: Jayson Price versus Steeltoe Joe, this one should be-

Not waiting for the bell to ring, Price spins Joe around and slaps the sunglasses off of his face. Joe responds with an open right hand of his own. Price with a right to the jaw and Joe responds with a left. Punches are flying everywhere as the referee shrugs his shoulders and signals for the bell.


Both men continue to throw and connect with a flurry of punches as they battle all over the ring. Joe ends up in the corner and Price doubles him over with a knee to the gut. Price now throwing Joe back into the corner before backing up and charging at him. Joe comes out of the corner and levels Price with a clothesline.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Price quick to try and get back up to his feet but Joe cuts him off with a double axe handle to the back. Price doubled back over and Joe grabs hold of him in a gutwrench before slamming him to the mat. Price tries to get back up to his feet but Joe catches him with a gut kick before pulling him in for the Divination.

Zach Davis: Is he going to hit it this early?

Joe goes to start spinning when Price slips his head loose and shoves Joe away. Price now dropping to the mat and he rolls out of the ring. The referee tries to stop Joe from leaving the ring but Joe pushes past him and climbs out onto the apron. Price grabs him by the leg and yanks it out from under him, causing Joe to crash to the apron. The referee starts up a ten count as Price grabs Joe by the head and begins laying into with right hands. Price finally pulls Joe off the apron to the ground before sliding back into the ring.



Joe getting back up to his feet and Price bounces off the ropes, charging across the ring. Price through the ropes with a suicide dive, driving Joe into the barricade.


Price back up to his feet, dragging Joe up with him. Price with a chop across the chest, drawing a shout from Joe. Price with another chop to the chest as the crowd "WOO'S" in delight.


Price pulls Joe away from the barricade by the head but Joe fights back with an elbow to the face. Joe now grabbing Price and lifting him up in the air before dumping him chest first onto the barricade.

Freddy Whoa: OOF!

Joe pulls Price off of the barricade and turns him around before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him toward the ring post. Price bounces off of it shoulder first and ends up getting spun around before bumping into the announce table. Price leaning against the table to keep himself upright as Joe comes after him.


Joe with a forearm to the face before grabbing hold of Price and lifting him up for a spinebuster. Price counters with an elbow to the top of the head and ends up on top of the table. Price with a knee to the face that sends Joe stumbling backward. Price launches himself off of the table, driving Joe back into the ring apron.


Price rolls back into the ring as Joe tries to keep himself upright using the apron. The referee continues the count as Price yells for Joe to stay out.



Joe now using the ropes to pull himself up onto the apron. The referee just starts to say "NINE!" as Joe gets up, but Price is right there to pull him into the ring. Price goes for the Downfall but Joe shoves him off. Price turns around and Joe cuts him in half with a spear. Joe with the pin attempt.



Zach Davis: KICKOUT!

Price with the kickout at two and Joe gets up to his feet, holding his back. Joe pulls Price up and sets him up for The Baptism. Joe lifts him up and starts to spin when from out of nowhere Price counters with a DDT. Price with the pin attempt.



Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT!

Both men down on the mat as the referee is forced to start up a ten count.

Zach Davis: How is this one going to end?




Both men begin to show signs of life.



They're fighting to work their way up.



Halfway there.




Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE!

Both men throw sluggish rights and lefts at each other. The Internet Champion and the People's Champion, fighting with all they've got. Eventually Steeltoe Joe gets the upper hand, and begins gaining momentum with every punch he throws. Price is sent reeling. Joe rears back and fires off a huge Clothesline.




Price drops and pins Joe, hooking the leg.





The bell sounds as Price rolls off Joe. The referee hands Price his belt, which Price clutches before rolling out of the ring, holding his head in pain.

Freddy Whoa: Incredibly hard fought match there and incredible match by Steeltoe Joe, even in loss.

The Pack Lives On!

The scene cuts backstage where Deuce Murdock can be seen making his way to his locker room when all of a sudden he turns a corner and spots a woman standing blocking the corridor. Murdock smiles as he cautiously makes his way towards her checking doorways and blind spots as he goes. As he approaches the woman is Aeryn Carter, she stares at him with a dark and empty stare.

Deuce Murdock: Pardon me, please...

Murdock quickly turns around and comes face to face with Chase Michaels who stares at him with an evil look in his eyes.

Deuce Murdock: Ah I wondering when you chicken-shits would make an appearance. So what? you and the little lady here to send me a message or make an example of me seeing as I took out your “brother” Omega?

Michaels just smirks as Murdock turns around only to get hit with a field goal like kick right to the groin which causes him to drop to his knees as he struggles to catch his breath. Before he can do anything to defend himself, Aeryn blasts him with a round house kick right to the back of the skull which drops him to the floor. Michaels crouches down beside him and smiles before he waits for Murdock groggily to get back to his hands and knees before viciously jumping up and curb stomping Murdock's face into the cement floor. Michaels crouches back down again beside the fallen Murdock and slaps him in the face. Cormack MacNeill and Alex Richards appear on the scene.

Cormack MacNeill: You guys are hogging all the fun. I want a piece of the action.

Chase Michaels: By all means.

Cormack mounts Deuce and starts to reign down heavy blows on the former soldier.

Alex Richards: I have an idea.

Deuce Murdock: You guys go fuck each other?

Cormack and Alex nod at each other obviously on the same page as Cormack lifts Murdoch for a vertical suplex holding him up in the air for a long time. As he brings him down Alex connects with a big boot to the head. The members of the Pack look concern until Chase speaks.

Chase Michaels: We really shouldn't keep her waiting.

Alex Richards and Cormack MacNeill pick Murdock up to his feet and drag him down the corridor with Michaels and Aeryn following behind them. A few seconds later Richards and MacNeill can be seen dragging Murdock out to the parking lot area where Chelsea Armstrong can been seen waiting. As they drag him over, Murdock comes to, struggles, and manages to break free and nail several shots on both MacNeill and Richards, but get blasts from behind by a wicked lariat to the back of the neck by Chase.

Chase Michaels: You ain't getting over on us that easy!

Alex Richards: I think he's still got some fight left in him.

Cormack MacNeill: We can fix that.

Richards and MacNeill nail a few stiff knees and elbows to Murdock before the pick him up and drag him over to Chelsea who smiles as she pulls out a set of metal handcuffs and with a bit of help from Richards locks Murdock's arms behind his back.

Chelea Armstrong: That should hold him for now.

Richards puts Murdock onto to his knees and slaps him in the face and Murdock snaps back to reality.

Alex Richards: This is for Omega...

Deuce Murdock: Kiss my ass!

Out of nowhere Chelsea blasts him with a shinning wizard which floors a helpless Murdock. Richards picks up Murdock and pulls on his wrists snapping the chain of the handcuffs before lifting Murdock up into a Pumphandle drop before dropping him into a double knee back-breaker.

Alex Richards: Jay sends his best!

Cormack pulls Murdock back to his feet.

Cormack MacNeill: Bet that hurt laddie!

Murdock spits in MacNeill's face, and MacNeill drops a knee on Murdock's head. Murdock chuckles, as he says...

Deuce Murdock: Is this the best you fuckers can do? No wonder Omega went down like a two-dollar hooker...

Murdock starts to laugh until Michael blasts him with a Busaiku Knee strike, which turns Murdock's laugh into a groan. Michaels then says...

Chase Michaels: Pick his arse up!

Richards and MacNeill pick up Murdock before dragging him over to a parked car and hoisting Murdock into the air and powerbombing him on to the hood of the car. Chelsea climbs up on the car beside him and leans over him.

Chelea Armstrong: Listen to my voice Deuce, and listen carefully...You want to put us down? You want to try to get rid of us? You're going to have to try a lot damn harder!

Richards and MacNeill help Chelsea down off of the car's hood and the five start to walk away until Michaels looks back and sees Murdock rolling on to his front and trying to push himself up. Without a word Michaels runs back and in one fluid motion jumps up on the trunk of the car before hoping up onto the roof of the car and launching himself in the air before curb stomping Murdock’s head through the car's windscreen.

Chase Michaels: Now we're done!

Michaels jumps back down and plants a passionate kiss on Aeryn's lips before the five of them walk off leaving Murdock with his head driven through the car's windscreen and as the camera pans up a message is spray painted on the wall “That which does not kill us makes us stronger. The Pack Lives On!”

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Jeff Purse vs Doc Henry

Zach Davis: This WCF Classic tournament match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first: from Griffin, Georgia-- weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds, being accompanied to the ring by his lovely wife Mary, here is DOC "THE COCK" HEN-RY!!

Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises a fist in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he pops the crowd drawing more cheers as Mary poses on him seductively.

Zach Davis: There he is, Doc the Cock with the beautiful Mary! Doc would love to get his hands on the United States Championship once again. He's been champion before and he's proved there ain't nothing like a Southern Rogue representing these here United States as its champion.

Freddy Whoa: You'd love that, wouldn't cha, Zach? Doc takin' us back to the Confederate States, huh? Pop a cap in Abe Lincoln--wut? That's what you're all about, Zach?

Zach Davis: That's right. I'm a card carrying member of the Tea Party, Freddy. You know that. Don't hassle me. I'm exercising my constitutional rights, man.

Doc motorboats them Mary titties while his music continues to play over the PA. Abruptly, the song changes as Doc's opponent makes his way to the ring.

Kyle Steele: And his opponent: From Venice Beach, California-- weighing in at two-hundred and fifteen pounds, he is accompanied to the ring by Father Terry Andrews and Abaddon, here is "THE RAP-TURE" JEFF PURSE!!

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

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

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


Zach Davis: This crowd is showing no love and no respect to Jeff Purse tonight.

Freddy Whoa: It's well-known that Morons--I'm sorry MORMONS are hostile toward non-Mormon denominations of Christianity, Zach.

Zach Davis: Yeah and you know they're gonna be all over the Dub See Eff Facebook and Twitter chewing your ass out for that mistake, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: You think I fear white people, Zach? I own seven of 'em. They do my laundry and cook my meals for me. Sometimes they even leave a mint on my pillow.

A cheer goes up in the crowd.

Zach Davis: What in the hell? JONNY FLY IS HERE IN SALT LAKE CITY! HE'S HERE!

A heavily bandaged Jonny Fly appears on the stage behind Purse and Abaddon, wielding a ladder. Fly clobbers Purse and Abaddon with the ladder in a pseudo-double clothesline maneuver utilizing the ladder as an extension of his mortal vessel.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Fly just knocked Purse, Father Terry and Abaddon off the stage! This is crazy! Jonny Fly is here to exact vengeance upon the men who put him out of action-- and he's gettin 'er done!

Not yet satisfied--


Fly sets up the ladder on the stage and gradually makes his way to the top, although he's obviously still feeling the effects of the steel chair assault by Purse last week at Helloween.

Zach Davis: NO! He's not gunna--Fly, don't do it! It's not worth it! You'll kill yourself and them--

Without any further delay, Fly launches himself off the ladder.


Freddy Whoa: Fly just took out Purse's whole crew-- and hisself! Father Terry... oh snap. Father Terry's busted open. I see brain goop pouring out his ear, Zach. Oh this shit nasty, dawg. This be some Walking Dead type of crazy right here.


A klaxon sounds across the arena as medics and road agents swarm the area around the stage, tending to the injured parties. Doc Henry takes all of this in from the comfort of the ring, not knowing what the heck to make of the situation.

Kyle Steele: The decision of the referee... this match has been declared a NO CONTEST!

"Master of Puppets" hits the PA system. The crowd's frenzied cheers instantly turn to boos. Seth Lerch appears on the stage.

Seth Lerch: DAMNIT!

Seth kicks at dirt on the stage, showing how angry he is.


Zach Davis: What is Seth so mad about?

Seth Lerch: Don't you idiots know what this means? One of you was supposed to be the one to take out Jayson Price if he advanced past Steeltoe Joe! WHICH HE UNFORTUNATELY DID.

Mixed reaction from the crowd.

Seth Lerch: But the match couldn't even happen! What am I supposed to do, give Price a bye in the tournament?

Seth paces back and forth, not sure of his options.

Seth Lerch: No.

Mixed reaction from the crowd yet again.

Seth Lerch: Jayson Price isn't my only enemy. You see, I was starting to think that maybe The Pack was done for. However, after what we've just seen, that is clearly not the case. The Pack may be down, but they're not out. So I'm going to hopefully kill two birds with one stone.

Zach Davis: What is he thinking?

Seth Lerch: I'm retroactively declaring Simon Jacobs versus Chase Michaels a WCF Classic Tournament Match. Which Chase advanced in! Next week we've got JAYSON PRICE VERSUS CHASE MICHAELS!

The crowd pops!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Pantheon versus The Pack!

Seth Lerch: But like I said, I'm trying to KILL two birds with one stone. I know the Pack wants to be successful, and I know Price wants to too, so they'll do anything to win this match. As such, it'll be a HARDCORE MATCH!

The crowd pops, as they love violence.

Seth Lerch: To quote Mick Foley, have a nice day!

Seth waves and walks off, leaving Doc Henry angry he lost his chance.

Darkness Will Fall

Zach Davis: We've had an awesome night so far, and Helloween was even better.

Freddy Whoa: That it was.

The lights start to flicker, as a laugh echos through the arena. The tron above the stage comes to life once again. All that is seen is a pair of deep blue eyes glistening from underneath a cloak hood.

Zach Davis: Who in the hell is that?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know, but once again they have made their presence known.

Figure: Last week I made my presence known, and warned you that Darkness will fall again. None of you have heeded my warning and soon the true darkness will fall once again.

Zach Davis: the voice sounds familiar but how could it be her?

Freddy Whoa: What are you talking about Zach? I mean this could be someone entirely different, but then again it could be someone already here.

The figure laughs and looks out over the crowd.

Figure: I've been away for to long, but that will change soon enough. My coming has been foretold by the creature of Darkness and there is nothing that you can do to stop me. Death comes on gilded wings, and soon the Darkness will spread once more, just as it has before.

The screen soon changes to a fire burning brightly and a strange symbol appears.

The symbol soon bursts into flames on the screen, and the screen goes black once again, as the arena plunges into darkness. The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos as they come back up.

Zach Davis: I don't know who this person is, but they have shown up twice so far. I wonder when they are going to show their true face?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know, but when they do, I have a feeling it's going to be one hell of a surprise for all of us.

Zach Davis: I think you're right... We'll be back after this.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Gravedigger vs Roy Speede

Freddy Whoa: The first round of the WCF Classic 2014 continues with our next bout!

The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.






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


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

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

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

Freddy Whoa: Roy Speede made his long-awaited return to WCF at War 2014.

Zach Davis: That's right-- and now he's here in the first round of the WCF Classic, no doubt hoping to win and take home the United States belt.

The lights go out. They stay off for about 15 seconds or so before "Change" by Deftones starts playing throughout the arena. A spotlight hits the entranceway and out from the back walks Gravedigger, escorted by Adrian and JJ.

The crowd boos heavily and the trio stops on top of the ramp as Gravedigger looks around smiling. They then walk down the ramp and over to the ring steps. Adrian walks over to the side of the ring, reaches up and pulls himself up onto the apron with one of the ropes and then climbs into the ring. Gravedigger climbs the steps first and turns to JJ, pulling up the middle rope and stepping down on the bottom one, as she steps through the gap into the ring.

Kyle Steele: And his opponent, from Phoenix, Arizona... weighing two hundred and fifty-eight pounds... THE EPITOME OF HARDCORE... GRAVEDIGGER!

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.

Freddy Whoa: And of course Gravedigger. WCF legend, Hall of Famer. Also made his formal return last month with an impressive outing at War 2014.

Zach Davis: He defeated the long-standing Television champion, John Gable-- only to lose the belt to Zombie McMorris of the Vapor Kings, last Sunday at Helloween. He'll be looking to make up for that with a win here tonight, and he's undoubtedly got his eyes on that United States belt as well.


Freddy Whoa: These are two huge WCF household names, ready to do battle in the first round of the WCF Classic. I have to admit, this is one of the first-round matches I've really been looking forward to all week.

Zach Davis: No doubt about it, we're in for a treat.

Gravedigger stands toe-to-toe with Speede, their eyes locked. Each man daring the other to make the first move. Finally, Gravedigger shoves Speede-- and Speede retaliates with a fury of left and right hands. He backs down Digger before he lays in with kicks to the leg and thigh, and a big kick to the gut. GD is doubled over and Speede floats over for a DDT!

Freddy Whoa: Roy Speede is bringing it tonight.

Digger is quick to his feet after the onslaught. Speede hammers Digger with some forearms before whipping him to the ropes-- he leapfrogs GD on the return, and then plants him with a clothesline. Speede hits a double leg drop before pinning Digger.


Zach Davis: No, Digger kicks out before the two count.

Both men get back to their feet and Speede charges with a shoulder block. Digger barely budges, and Speede hits the ropes for another shoulder block, which has Digger reeling. Speede hops up for an enzuigiri-- Digger ducks it, shoving Speede away. Speede hits the mat but bounces up quickly, only to get floored by a big boot from Digger. Speede again gets up, this time he's dropped by a clothesline. Speede gets up, a little slower this time-- Digger grabs him and hooks him for a Russian legsweep. Digger rolls to his feet and balls his fist, dropping it on Speede's skull. He mounts Speede and hits him with big right hands, Speede tries to shield his face but the fists are connecting with his head. Digger gets up and throws his arms in the air as the crowd boos.

Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger has come back to WCF with a vengeance. You might think of Digger as somebody who has nothing left to prove, but maybe he still has something to prove to himself. Maybe he wants to prove that he's still got it.

Zach Davis: I don't doubt for a second that he's still got it.

Digger pulls up Speede and elbows him in the head. He whips Speede to the corner and charges towards him-- Speede ducks, and he dumps Gravedigger over the ropes to the outside!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Digger lands hard on the outside. Speede takes the opportunity to catch his breath. He eyes Digger as he gets back to his feet... and Speede runs to the ropes, springboarding off for a corkscrew crossbody at ringside! Both men crash into the guardrail.

Zach Davis: High risk move, paying off for Roy Speede.

Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger has to find a way to, well, slow down Speede.

Digger is laid out as Speede slowly gets to his feet. Speede takes a moment to breathe but the referee starts the ten count.



Speede rolls into the ring and then rolls back out, breaking the count.

Freddy Whoa: Speede is looking to do some damage here on the outside.

Speede grabs Digger as he gets to his feet. He walks him over to the announce table and slams his head into the table. The ref starts another count.



Speede whips Digger into the ring apron-- no, Digger reverses and Speede goes head-first into the ringpost! Speede stumbles around, holding his head in a daze... meanwhile, Digger grabs a chair.




Speede turns around-- Digger runs towards him, hitting a clothesline from hell with the chair!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Grave Marker with the chair!



Speede is laid out. Digger slides back into the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: I'm sure Gravedigger wouldn't mind advancing via countout.

Zach Davis: A win is a win, and in a tournament like this, it's all that matters.

Since Digger broke the count, the ref starts ANOTHER ten count for Speede.

Freddy Whoa: Is that how the countout thing works?

Zach Davis: I think so.

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, makes sense to me.



Digger paces the ring, resting up. Speede has barely moved since the Grave Marker.



Freddy Whoa: Speede is starting to move around, but can he make it back to the ring?



He gets up, but falls back down to his knees. We can see his forehead is busted open.


Zach Davis: Speede could have a concussion. I think Gravedigger is about to win.



Speede rolls into the ring! But he's met by some vicious stomps by Gravedigger. Digger kicks and stomps Speede, who tries to shield himself-- Digger puts Speede in a standing headscissors and absolutely destroys him with a huge powerbomb.

Freddy Whoa: Here's the pin!



Zach Davis: NO! Speede barely gets the shoulder up!

Digger pulls up Speede and throws him over his shoulder.

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh, Gravedigger could be looking for the Death Driver.

But Speede slips behind GD and shoves him away! Before Digger can even turn around, Speede dropkicks him in the back. Digger stumbles forward... he turns around and eats a spinning roundhouse kick!

Zach Davis: Finally, Roy Speede with some offense! But he's weakened. You can tell he's hurting.

Speede drops to a knee. Digger shakes off the kick and charges towards Speede with a clothesline-- Speede ducks, and hops onto the ropes for a springboard pele kick!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! High-Speede Impact!

Digger is down and Speede runs up the turnbuckles. The crowd pops.

Zach Davis: Roy Speede is in position for that Speede Bump--

Speede leaps off with the shooting star frog splash!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! SPEEDE BUMP! He nails it!

Speede covers Digger.





"Hear Me Now" by Hollywood Undead plays over the PA.

Freddy Whoa: Roy Speede defeats Gravedigger and advances to the semi-finals!

Zach Davis: What a great match this was.

Speede celebrates as Digger rolls out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Unbelievable!

After the bell rings and the match is over, Gravedigger is in the ring trying to catch his breath. He is getting up from a rough match, but a solid match. He gave it everything but in an instant the lights in the arena go out and then “Cells” by The Servants begins to play through the P.A. system.

Zach Davis: Uh oh. It's Joe time.

The fans are going crazy and cheering as Gravedigger looks intently on the stage area as it flickers with neon blue and white lights. Fog fills that same area but while everybody is looking at the stage Steeltoe Joe and Eric Price jump from the ringside fan area, over the barricade and knock Gravedigger down from behind.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Eric starts kicking Gravedigger while he is down on the mat. Gravedigger is allowed to get up just enough to be on all fours but then BAM!!! Steeltoe Joe punt kicks him in the skull. The fans are going crazy as Eric and Joe are tearing into Digger. Eric motions to Joe, nobody knows exactly what he is trying to say but it seems as if Joe knows what Eric is saying. They both pick Gravedigger up and Joe grasp him into his arms and hits a Thunderous BAPTISM on Gravedigger that leaves him knocked out cold in the ring.

Zach Davis: BAPTISM! JOE HITS IT! What revenge!

Joe and Eric climb the turnbuckles facing the cameras and raise their arms but as soon as they see Gravedigger starting to come back into consciousness they roll out of the ring and escape through the crowd. Gravedigger is up and he is staring down Joe and Eric who stare back at him with enormous smiles on their faces. Joe and Eric high five each other and celebrate with some fans.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Johnny Reb vs Oblivion

Zach Davis: Alright, ladies and gentlemen it's time for the main event, off the evening.

Freddy Whoa: That is right. This is the final round one match for the WCF Classic Tournament.

Zach Davis: These two have had a storied rivalry over the years.

Freddy Whoa: And it seems as if it won't stop!!

Zach Davis: Looks like it. There is pure hatred between the two. One of the most interesting feuds in the past five years. That's for sure.

Freddy Whoa: No doubt!!

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


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

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

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

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

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

Zach Davis: It looks as if Oblivion is ready for IT's match with IT's long time nemesis.

Oblivion walks around the ring taking long, but forceful steps.


Freddy Whoa: The Monster looks ready to go to war with The Inveterate Confederate.

The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans. A cascade of sparks rains down on the stage.

Kyle Steele: From Sweet Water, Alabama weighing in at 205 pounds. This is The Inveterate Confederate.... JOHNNY FLY!!!

Johnny Reb gets to the end of the entrance ramp when Oblivion slides out the ring.

Zach Davis: Looks like this match is gonna start early.

Stanley Moser singles for the bell...


Oblivion charges at Johnny Reb.



Th nearby crowd, that is near the entrance ramp are on their feet, screaming and yelling encouragement.

Zach Davis: The Monster and The Inveterate Confederate are landing punch for punch.


Zach Davis: Oblivion lands a solid knee into the mid-section of Johnny Reb!!

Oblivion grabs Reb and tosses him into the security railing...


Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb reverses the Irish whip....


Oblivion lands hard into the railing.


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb takes the advantage of the situation and lands a few quick blows to the skull of The Monster Oblivion.

Reb grabs Oblivion whips him...

Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb whips the massive Oblivion towards the metal ring steps....


Zach Davis: NO!! Oblivion reverses the Irish whip!!


The Inveterate Confederate collides with his back against the steel steps.


Freddy Whoa: The Monster has gone completely off the deep end as IT stomps down against IT's opponent.

Oblivion takes a few steps back.

Zach Davis: Oblivion charges at Johnny Reb!! This might end badly for the southern gentleman from Sweetwater, Alabama!!


Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

The crowd cheers as Reb moves out of the way, as Oblivion collides into the steel steps and flips over the steel steps. Reb takes the advantage and flies to a corner, climbing up the turnbuckles, getting to the top.

Zach Davis: Oblivion is slowly getting up, looking around for Johnny Reb.

Reb flies off the top turnbuckle....



The double fists to the top of the masked cranium of The Monster, sends Oblivion down to the ringside mats.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb is not quite finished.

The Inveterate Confederate grabs The Monster in a side head lock, the runs towards the steel ringside barriers.

Freddy Whoa: The resident of Sweetwater, Alabama leaps up springboards off the ringside barrier, with a side headlock of Oblivion....


Oblivion lands head first on the ringside mats. Johnny Reb leaps up to the ring apron flies off and lands with a flying fist drop. Reb picks up Oblivion and slams IT against the steel railing. Reb flies to the ring and stands on the ring apron, flying off....


Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!

Crowd: WHOA!!

Oblivion catches Reb....




Oblivion stomps down onto IT's hated rival.

Zach Davis: Oblivion has that sick look across IT's face, as it viciously pushes the face of Johnny Reb into the bottom of the steel security railing.

The Monster grabs the head of Reb and rakes it across the steel bars, of the railing.


Freddy Whoa: Just nailed Oblivion with a back elbow to IT's mid-section.

Johnny Reb quickly gets up and goes behind Oblivion....


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb just dropped The Monster with an inverted Frankensteiner!!

Oblivion grabs IT;d head.

Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb flies towards to a nearby ring corner.

Reb climbs up to the top turnbuckle and without any hesitation, Reb leaps off....



Zach Davis: Johnny Reb misses with the moonsault.

Oblivion roars out and grabs for a nearby camera cable.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! That should be an automatic disqualification.

Zach Davis: I think that Stanley Moser is just letting these two fight it out at no cost. But, within the limitation of the loose rules.

Reb flails his arms around. Oblivion turns around, grabbing the cable over IT's own right shoulder, having Reb hang by the camera cable. The crowd is going absolutely crazy ringside.

Half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!

Other half of the crowd: NO!!

Half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!

Other half of the crowd: NO!!

Half of the crowd: OBLIVION SUCKS!!

Other half of the crowd: NO!!

The Monster drops the cable but grabs behind ITself, grabbing Reb by the neck.


Freddy Whoa: INVERTED NECKBREAKER!! Oblivion is taking it to the air.

Oblivion stands on the top turnbuckle. The Monster leaps off....



The Monster goes to grab for Johnny Reb....


Freddy Whoa: A quick kicking strike to the head of Oblivion by Johnny Reb.

Oblivion stumbled back, but charge at Reb....


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb drop toe hold Oblivion head first into the ring apron.

As Oblivion shakes off the effects, Reb is already on the top turnbuckle. Reb flies off the top turnbuckle crashing a dropkick into the side of Oblivion, causing The Monster to crash down to the ringside area.

Zach Davis: They spent the majority of the match outside the ring than inside the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Did you expect anything more by these two?

Zach Davis: No. Not really.

Reb stands on the ring apron, looking down at The Monster. Reb flies off, The Monster quickly moved out of the way, but grabbing Reb...



Oblivion picks up Johnny Reb....


Zach Davis: Musclebuster!!

The Monster grabs Reb and quickly picks him up....


Freddy Whoa: GUTWRENCH NECKBREAKER!! Just in these several seconds, Oblivion has taken over this match!!

Oblivion looks around at the snarling and booing nearby crowd. Oblivion flips them off as he bolts over to the ring corner and quickly climbs up to the middle turnbuckle and flies off...



Zach Davis: An out of nowhere facebuster ddt on Oblivion!!

Johnny Reb flies to the ring apron, then onto the corner turnbuckles, climbing all the way to the top. Reb standing, with his back to the crowd, points up then flies off...



Instantly the crowd shows it's approval.

Crowd: This match is awesome!! this match is awesome!! This match is awesome!!

The Inveterate Confederate grabs Oblivion and rolls IT into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb is making a pin attempt.

Stanley Moser slides into position...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: Tw-.... NOOOOOO!!!


Zach Davis: Not even a two count on The Monster Oblivion.

Oblivion lays there on the mat, slowly moving. Johnny Reb flies to the corner, where withing seconds he is on the top turnbuckle, flying off as The Monster stands...



Zach Davis: Another pin attempt by Johnny Reb.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

The crowd THR.... NOOOOOO!!!


Freddy Whoa: That was almost three!!

The Inveterate Confederate snapmares The Monster....


The referee checks on The Monster, who almsot falls down to the mat, but IT's boot catches on the middle rope.

Stanley Moser: Alright Reb, release the sleeper!! ONE!!


Stanley Moser: You know the rules.... THREE!!! FOUR!!

Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb releases the sleeper.

Oblivion falls, but leaves the ring. Johnny leaves the ring to....


The Monster catches Reb under the throat with an undercut chop in the throat.

Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Johnny Reb and tosses him....


Zach Davis: ...right into the security railing.

Reb leaning against the railing, Oblivion comes rushing towards IT's opponent.

Crowd: Johnny watch out!!



Oblivion charges at Reb...


Freddy Whoa: CLOTHESLINE....


Freddy Whoa: ....into a bulldog!!

Oblivion flies towards the ring, climbing up to the top turnbuckle. also, with any hesitation, The Monster flies....


Crowd: WHOA!!


Oblivion picks up Reb...


Johnny Reb nails Oblivion with a hard fist to IT's midsection. Reb grabs Oblivion and throws him into the Spanish announce team desk table.


Oblivion nails Reb with a right cross.


Reb nails Oblivion with a knee to the gut!!


Zach Davis: There is a lot of action over at the Spanish announce team area. Johnny Reb just slammed the head of Oblivion onto the announce table.

Reb grabs Oblivion very quickly....


Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb just tossed Oblivion over the Spanish announce table.

The Monster lands hard in between the table and the security railing. Johnny Reb stands on the announce table and flies off towards The Monster....


As Reb flies off, Oblivion catches Reb under the chin.


Oblivion picks up Reb and drops him throat first across the security railing. Reb strikes at Oblivion, The Monster buckles and stumbles back into one of the spanish announce team.

Spanish announcer: Excueme Olvido!!

Oblivion just grabs the Spanish announcer and SWINGS HIM AROUND KNOCKING HIM INTO JOHNNY REB!!

Zach Davis: I don't believe I just saw that!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! I know!! Oblivion picks up that Spanish announcer by the legs and swings him around like a baseball bat, crashing him into Johnny Reb!!


Oblivion plans on removing the protective covering of the announce table.

Spanish speaking announcer: Creo que tenemos que avanzar . Olvido Johnny Reb planea estrellándose a través de esta mesa!!

Zach Davis: What did just say?!

Freddy Whoa: I think they just said they need to move Oblivion is gonna crash Johnny Reb through the table!!

Oblivion has Reb on the announce table in an inverted position. Oblivion picks up Johnny Reb, whose body falls backwards....


Table collapses, splintering into several pieces.

Zach Davis: SOULTAKER!!


Oblivion takes an almost broken Johnny Reb towards the ring....


Johnny Reb pushes Oblivion into the ring post. The Monster collides into the post. Oblivion drops to one knee. Reb gets busy as he turns around and removes the protective covering onto the other announce table.

Zach Davis: I think we need to move.

Freddy Whoa: You don't have to tell me twice.

Both Davis and Whoa move out of the way, as Reb removes the protective covering. Reb walks over to the Monster, who knees Reb in the mid-section. but, Reb grabs Oblivion's skull and smashes it into the ring post....


Zach Davis: I think Johnny Reb just busted open The Monster Oblivion.

Reb grabs Oblivion double underhooking his arms.....


Zach Davis: Underhook ddt!!

Reb grabs a bleeding Monster, placing him onto the announce table. Reb flies and quickly gets to the top turnbuckle. Reb screams out...


Reb flies off and flies in the air, as camera phones flash....


The table explodes into several several pieces.


Freddy Whoa: SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT!! Shooting Star Elbow drop!!

But, that move ends up with both Oblivion and Johnny Reb not moving!! The refere has no choice, as Stanley Moser shakes his head.

Stanley Moser: ONE!!

Zach Davis: This will be just devastating if this match ends with a double countout.

Stanley Moser: TWO!!

Freddy Whoa: But these two men have fought valiantly throughout this match.

Both Reb and Oblivion are still not moving.

Stanley Moser: THREE!!

Crowd: C'mon Johnny, get up!! YOU CAN DO IT!!

Stanley Moser: FOUR!!

Half of the crowd: LET'S GO JOHNNY!!

Other half of the crowd: LET'S GO OBLIVION!!

Half of the crowd: LET'S GO JOHNNY!!

Other half of the crowd: LET'S GO OBLIVION!!

The Marriott Center shakes with the shouting crowd.

Zach Davis: This place is going absolutely crazy for this match!!

Freddy Whoa: No doubt!! Wouldn't you?! This match is between two of the very best!!

Both men are slowly rising...

Stanley Moser: FIVE!!

The Monster slowly stands up.

Stanley Moser: SIX!!!

Johnny Reb stumbles as he slowly stands up.

Stanley Moser: SEVEN!!

Zach Davis: The referee is now up to seven!! This match could end up as a double count out.

Both competitors slowly move, as Johnny Reb faces Oblivion....


Zach Davis: HOLY HANNAH!!

Johnny Reb spears Oblivion through the ring announce protective barrier, crashing through knocking down the entire barrier. They are now, mingled in with the crowd.

Stanley Moser: EIGHT!!

Zach Davis: FREDDY!! WE ARE GONNA GET A COUNTOUT, IN THIS MATCH!! Both competitors crashed through the ring announcers protective barrier, knocking them into the crowd.

Stanley Moser: NINE!!

Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion are NOT moving.

Freddy Whoa: It looks like this match will unfortunately be a countout!! Despite the dislike of everyone and the crowd.

Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion are motionless.

Stanley Moser: TE...


The lights of the Marriot Center go out. the arena in completely black.

Zach Davis: AHHH!! WHAT THE HELL?!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! WHAT'S GOING ON?!

The lights immediately come back on. Oblivion, Johnny Reb and Stanley Moser are motionless, in the center, of the ring.


Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED. Even Stanley Moser has been knocked out!!

Oblivion and Johnny Reb finally come to their senses and they both see the referee knocked out. Without blinking, they both bolt out of the ring. The Monster grabs for a kendo stick wrapped with barbed wire. Johnny Reb grabs for a chair.


Oblivion smacks Reb with the barbed wired kendo stick on the back of his legs and back.

Reb turns around. Oblivion grabs Reb in a side headlock. The Monster digs the barbed wire into the scalp of Johnny Reb.

Johnny Reb: UGH!! AHHHHHHHHH!!


Blood flies everywhere, as Reb grabs for his own forehead.


Reb slams the chair into the mid-section of The Monster....


The chair gets slammed across the head of The Monster Oblivion.


Freddy Whoa: Both competitors have now spilled blood. Look everywhere. It looks like a bomb exploded everywhere!!

After the chair shot, Oblivion stumbled to the ring and entering it. Stanley Moser is slowly standing up. Both Oblivion and johnny Reb looks at the referee right as they begin smashing one another with their weapons. Blood flies everywhere. Oblivion drops the kendo stick, as Reb drops the chair.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb grabs Oblivion, whipping the Monster into the ropes.

Oblivion flies off the ropes, Reb nails him with a high kneelift. The Monster spins around. Reb grabs The Monster....


Freddy Whoa: A double knee lift!!

Oblivion falls back down to the mat. Reb doesn't waste any time a she climbs up to the top turnbuckle...


Johnny Reb executes an shooting star senton.


Freddy Whoa: It looks as if The Monster Oblivion is completely knocked out!!

Reb spats down at Oblivion before climbing to the top turnbuckle, flying off....


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb missed with Southern Discomfort!!

Oblivion rolls up as he grabs for Johnny Reb.

Freddy Whoa: Look at that evil smirk of The Monster. After this match, we can see why people have called Oblivion, The Monster!!

Oblivion places Johnny Reb on his shoulder. The Monster knocks the legs off IT's shoulder and crashing down to the mat with a cutter...

Zach Davis: 5150!!

Oblivion grabs Johnny Reb and rolls him up for the pin.

Stanley Moser slides in and proceeds to make the count....

Crowd: ONE!!

Zach Davis: That's one!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Freddy Whoa: That is two!!


The crowd leap to their feet with cheers.

Kyle Steele: The winner of the match.... The Monster Oblivion!!

Freddy Whoa: That was one Hell of a match!! One Hell of a match!!

The fans stand up and proceed to clap towards both competitors.

Zach Davis: I too have to stand up. That was one heck of a match-up!!

Freddy Whoa: What'll happen next week when the WCF Classic continues?

Zach Davis: This tournament features the best of the best, Freddy, both newcomers and rookies alike. I can't wait!

With that, Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Jack Lawson vs Vincent Hewson

Cory Scarecrow vs Marcus Adams

Simon Jacobs vs Chase Michaels

Television Title Match: Louis Bartkowski vs Zombie McMorris

Steve Orbit Segment

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Marc Mayhem vs Kaz Mazy

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Ultimate Destroyer vs Cormack MacNeill

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Deuce Murdock vs Ryan Blake

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Alex Richards vs Seifer Black

The Phantastic Return

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Jayson Price vs Steeltoe Joe

The Pack Lives On!

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Jeff Purse vs Doc Henry

Darkness Will Fall

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Gravedigger vs Roy Speede

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Johnny Reb vs Oblivion


Of The Week

The Pack
Jayson Price vs Steeltoe Joe



ICE Beckman
Steve Orbit
Zombie McMorris
United States:
Steeltoe Joe
Jayson Price
Tag Team:
Vapor Kings