Slam Intro

We open our show with Bryan "Buzz" Worthy already in the ring, mic in hand. He lifts up the mic.

Buzz Worthy: So last week, Slam ended with a tag match between Gravedigger and Steeltoe Joe against the TV and World Champion, Vapor King members Zombie McMorris and ICE Beckman respectively. As you all saw, the show went off the air right after a violent confrontation between Gravedigger, MS-13 and Steeltoe Joe. Tonight, I have the honor to speak with one of the men involved in that confrontation. I present to you, the legendary...GRAVEDIGGER!

"Changes" by Deftones hits the speakers and out from the back walks Gravedigger, uncharacteristically all by himself. He stops at the top of the ramp and smirks, acknowledging the crowd as if they love him despite the boos. So massive are they that they nearly drown out Gravedigger's music. He basks in their hatred for a few more seconds before making his way down the ramp. Once there, he walks up the steel steps, dips between the middle and top rope and stands back up in the ring.

Gravedigger grins at Buzz as he walks up to him. The two men shake hands. Buzz is then handed a mic and gives one to Gravedigger. He lifts the mic up as he speaks.

Buzz Worthy: First I wanted to thank you for this opportunity to be in the ring with one of WCF's most well-known legends in company history.

Gravedigger lifts his mic.

Gravedigger: No problem, Buzz. Thank you for doing this interview. You're the only interviewer here who doesn't piss me off. So I'm glad your schedule was open.

Buzz Worthy: As am I. So, let's get down to business, shall we? You've been back competing actively in WCF for around two months now. How would you grade your recent run?

Gravedigger ponders the question for a moment before responding.

Gravedigger: Honestly not as well as I wanted it to go. Holding the TV title for the first time in my career was nice, but I seem to have hit a rough patch here as of late. I'd have to say that I'm not too happy with my recent run.

Buzz Worthy: Speaking of the TV title, last week in the main event at Slam you had the chance to win back the Television Championship you lost to Zombie McMorris. It didn't work out that way, however, largely because you and your tag partner, Steeltoe Joe, were not able to work together. Can you tell the WCF Universe what exactly was going on between you and the People's Champion during the match?

Gravedigger: Obviously our issues with each other were surfacing and we couldn't really get past that. The Vapor Kings clearly took advantage of that in our match. Had Joe not left me in the ring, this could have turned out very differently. I could be standing here right now with the TV crown back on my head.

Buzz Worthy: You have targeted Joe for weeks now; either going after him yourself or ordering your allies in the Mara Salvatrucha to attack him. What's the motive behind these assaults?

Gravedigger grins which causes the crowd to start booing. He waits a few seconds for the boos to start dying down before responding.

Gravedigger: That's been the question on everyone's minds these last few weeks. Why did I attack Steeltoe Joe? It's simple. The man has fallen.

Buzz Worthy: What do you mean he's fallen? He's the People's Champion once again. He's been sucessful as of late. He's looking better than ever.

Gravedigger: I mean he's fallen as in he's catering to these scum-sucking leeches.

Gravedigger points out at the crowd as he makes that statement causing another loud round of boos.

Gravedigger: Yeah, you're right. He's successful right now. He's the People's Champion, but in case you've forgotten. Joe was at his best in Bravado when he turned his back on the people. When he was evil, vicious, down right dirty. Joe is my target because he needs to wake up and realize that pandering to these people will only get him so far. Eric Price, Deuce Murdock and the rest of the shit brigade aren't going to get him anywhere.

Joe, you need to remember your days in Bravado and all the success you had. I'm here to set Steeltoe Joe on the right path to greatness. He can't do that if he panders to these people who are below him!

Buzz Worthy: Steeltoe Joe's confidants Eric Price and Deuce Murdock became involved in this feud recently, attempting to defend their friend. Do you plan on going after these men as well?

Gravedigger: As always, I will go after anyone who gets in my way. Eric Price knows what I'm capable of and he believes that with STJ and Deuce by his side, that he has got what it takes to meddle in my business. Eric Price, you are not safe after what you did to me the other week with Joe. Deuce, you too need to watch your back. You don't have the experience with me like Joe and Eric do, but you're soon going to gain that...the hard way. You have been warned!

Buzz Worthy: How far are you willing to go in your campaign against Steeltoe Joe? What is it going to take to end this feud?

Gravedigger steps up to Buzz and gets close as he lifts the mic.

Gravedigger: I do not have limits to how far I will go. Ask Seth Lerch what happened years ago when he crossed me. Joe will do as I tell him to do or el---

Gravedigger is interrupted as "Born in the USA" by Bruce Springsteen starts playing. Gravedigger and Buzz both turn to the entryway. Buzz has a look of surprise on his face while Gravedigger's look is that of annoyance. Behind Gravedigger, Deuce Murdock hops the guardrail. The crowd goes nuts and Gravedigger turns as Deuce slides into the ring. Gravedigger drops the mic and dives forward going for a Grave Marker. Deuce just narrowly ducks the attempt, turns and nails Gravedigger with the Chuck Norris Special. Digger goes down and rolls with it out of the ring. He lands on his feet, holding the side of his head and is livid.

Deuce gestures for him to enter the ring for some more. Gravedigger is kicking chairs over at ringside and starts to come back in but thinks better of it. He smirks as he walks around the ringside area and starts backing up the ramp. He mouths "you messed up now" to Deuce as the show goes to commercial.

Doc Henry vs Seifer Black vs Tom Joad vs Bryan Worthy

The Bell Rings.

Kyle Steel: The following match up is scheduled for one fall and is a FATAL FOURWAY MATCH!

Zach Davis: It is time to get things started Whoa!

Freddy Whoa: That is correct Zach and what a way to get things started! A Fatal Fourway match with some of the best competitors in WCF!

Kyle Steel: Introducing first from Griffen Georgia. He stands at 6'5 and weighs 245 pounds, Doc Henry!

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.

Freddy Whoa: This man has to be my favorite Zach! Henry is the veteran and he is one mean son of a bitch!

Zach Davis: Can't fault that logic Whoa, Henry is one of those men you will find in a bar room brawl on a Saturday night. He is big, he is mean, and he wants to hurt someone.

Mary steps out of the ring and returns to the locker room. 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 next from Toronto Ontario Canada. He stands at 6'7 and weighs 250 pounds, The Doomsday Prophet, Seifer Black!

Grabbing the light with his mouth he crawls through the smoke for a moment before standing up and taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp 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: The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black looking to bounce back from the upsetting loss from last weeks Slam at the hands of Marcus Adams.

Freddy Whoa: That match was firmly in his hands Zach, but then Adams was able to sneak in with the roll up to beat him. Now Adams is facing Steve Orbit for the Hardcore Championship later tonight and Seifer is looking for some retribution by means of an ass whooping on his competitors.

Kyle Steel: Introducing next from Santa Fe New Mexico. He stands at 5'10 and weighs 250 pounds, he is “The Ghost” Tom Joad!

"The Ghost of Tom Joad" by Rage Against the Machine starts playing as Tom Joad steps out followed by Adam Young. The Ghost has a blank stare as he walks towards the ring. Adam Young is laughing as the duo climb into the ring. The Ghost stands in the corner and then Adam motions for him to begin and he lets out a blooding screeching yell.

Zach Davis: “The Ghost” Tom Joad!

Freddy Whoa: This guy is mean!

Zach Davis: He is 5'10 and weighs 250 pounds of pure muscle!

Freddy Whoa: He is real mean!

Zach Davis: And he is hear to whoop some ass!

Freddy Whoa: He is meaner than mean!

Zach Davis: And the man has the backing of Adam Young. This could be a deadly combo Freddy.

Kyle Steel: And finally from Apache Junction Arizona. He stands at 6'4 and weighs 236 pounds, he is Bryan “Buzz” Worthy.

"20th Century Boy" by T-Rex plays. Buzz bounds out on stage and encourages the fans to cheer louder. He jogs down towards the ring. Once he reaches the apron, he turns back, drops to one knee and points at the fans on both sides of the ramp, nodding his head to the music. Then he rolls under the ropes and has his arms outstretched spinning taunt before heading to his corner.

Worthy takes his corner and the bell sounds to signify the start of the match.

The four opponents circle the ring, sizing up their competition. Each one hesitant to make the first move. Henry and Worthy lock up in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Seeing the tie up, Joad and Black take advantage of the two wrestlers, Joad going low with a chop block to Henry's knee and Black with a clothesline on Worthy. Henry grabs his knee in agony as he rolls on the canvas and Worthy's body slams hard onto the mat.

Zach Davis: What a vicious chop block from Tom Joad.

Freddy Whoa: This man did not come to mess around Zach, this man came to hurt someone and it looks like he picked the big dog in the fight to take down!

Black and Joad seem to work in tandem as they pick Henry and Worthy off the mat and Irish whip both opponents into opposing turnbuckles. After a series of quick closed fists to Henry and Worthy, the two Whip the two opponents at each other who collide head first, in the center of the ring, and fall to the mat.

Zach Davis: Joad and Black working as a team here. A divide and conquer like tactic seems to be the plan.

Freddy Whoa: It is a good plan Zach. Remember, one fall ends this match! It is a simple tactic Black and Joad are taking out two competitors and then the two of them can duke it out to see who picks up the win.

As the last syllable passes Freddy's lips Joad delivers a stiff kick to the abdomen of Seifer Black followed by a vicious belly to belly suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Well so much for that.

Black attempts to make it to his feet but Joad is waiting for him who scoops him up for a powerful power slam. Joad goes for the pin.



Doc Henry, sensing danger leaps onto Joad to break up the pin.

Zach Davis: Excellent job from Doc Henry! Sensing the match was in danger, was able to get up and keep this from ending quick!

Henry begins to rally. He makes it to his feet. He does not bother with tactics, he delivers stiff right hands to the face of Tom Joad.

Zach Davis: Look at those punishing right hands right into Joad's puss!

Freddy Whoa: I'm surprised he still has all of his teeth at this point!

Bryan Worthy stands up from the apron as Seifer Black begins to slowly get to his feet. Worthy reaches the corner turnbuckle and steps to the second rope as Joad and Henry continue to trade blows. Henry gives a stiff kick to the gullet of Joad who Irish Whips Joad towards Worthy. Worthy, waiting patiently perched on the second turnbuckle delivers a clothes line to the propelled Joad.

Zach Davis: Oh my! What a clothesline! That could be it Freddy!

Worthy goes for the pin.


Black and Henry both descend upon Worthy to break up the pin.

Freddy Whoa: You still got to eliminate more wrestlers to win this match Zach. That was vicious but it wasn't the conclusion.

All four men find themselves upright and in the center of the ring. Black is working on Worthy, Joad and Henry battling on the opposing side. Worthy attempts to put Black in a front headlock for a DDT, but Black is able to counter, spin behind Worthy and hit a hard German Suplex.

Zach Davis: Oh that was difficult to watch! Seeing Worthy dropped on his head, thrown around like a rag doll.

Freddy Whoa: Worthy may be concussed! He may be out of this match!

Worthy lays on the mat motionless, eyes staring towards the ceiling. Joad and Henry find themselves locked in a vicious battle reminiscent of a bar room brawl. They trade fist after fist, hard shots to the gut. Henry is able to gain the upper hand as he DDTs Joad hard on the mat. Quick to act, he picks Joad up by his legs and sends him flying with a catapult over the top ropes and onto the mat below. Black, seizing an opportunity, clotheslines Doc Henry outside the ring who lands on Tom Joad. Seifer Black, leaps over the top rope.

Zach Davis: Oh my! We may see Seifer Black fly here Freddy!

Black leaps onto the second rope, propels himself upwards, and flips into a perfectly places Asai Moonsault to the outside of the ring onto Joad and Henry.

Zach Davis: What a move! It looks like a train wreck outside of the ring!

Freddy Whoa: We may not be done yet Zach!

Worthy on his feet propels himself into the ropes and flies through the second rope onto the three waiting wrestlers.

Zach Davis: My goodness! We have all four men on the outside! What a move!

Tom Joad and Doc Henry are the first two to the their feet and roll back into the ring. Joad is first in, he runs into the ring ropes and back to Henry for the clothesline, however Henry counters with the spear.

Zach Davis: Spear! Spear from Henry! This could be it! We could be seeing the ALL IN!!!

Henry goes to the top rope. He stands but before he can execute the flip Adam Young grabs Henry's leg.

Zach Davis: No! Ref get him out of there! Get Adam Young off the damn canvas!

As the referee forces Adam Young off the canvas, Joad snaps up, taking the legs out from under him, Henry lands on the top turnbuckle. Joad picks up Henry preparing him for the GHOST BOMB!

Zach Davis: We could see the GHOST BOMB here folks!

Joad executes the Ghost Bomb perfectly. Henry slams with authority into the mat.



NO!, Seifer breaks it up. He picks Joad up and throws him out of the ring. He then grabs Henry...


Within seconds Henry is forced to tap out!

The Bell Rings

Kyle Steel: The winner of this match; SEIFER BLACK!

Black stands up as Adam Young and Tom Joad regroup on the outside, furious.

Zach Davis: At either rate, we start off Slam in grand fashion and tonight we have one hell of a show for you. The Television title is on the line Zombie McMorris putting his title on the line against Joey Flash. Not to mention the semi finals of the WCF Classic Tournament with the winner obtaining the prestigious US Championship. Kaz Macy vs. Deuce Murdock and Roy Speede, Chase Michaels, and Jayson Price in three way action! Stay tuned everyone for more Sunday Night Slam!

Steve Orbit/Polar Phantasm Segment

Backstage, we see "The Mack" Steve Orbit walking with Buddy Roman. Orbit is wearing his long mink over his 'gator skin ring gear. Buddy Roman is carrying the Hardcore belt and Orbit's Tag Team belt. They round a corner and run into... the Polar Phantasm. There's a brief silence-- uncomfortable silence?-- until Polar smiles and puts his hand out for Orbit to shake.

Polar Phantasm: It's been too long, my friend.

Orbit looks at his hand. He seems unsure. But after a moment, he grabs Polar's hand a shakes it, leaning in for a hug. Buddy hangs back, rolling his eyes.

Steve Orbit: Shit, welcome back, Kid. Good to see you back doin' your thing.

Polar Phantasm: Yeah--

Buddy pulls Orbit aside.

Buddy Roman: What are you doing? Do you know who that is?

Steve Orbit: Yeah, he's my homeboy, I ain't seen him in a hot minute--

Buddy Roman: He is not your friend! You can not trust him-- he's palling around with Corey Black, Jonny Fly--

Polar Phantasm: I can hear you, you know.

Phantasm chuckles. Orbit wants to laugh but he catches himself, noting the seriousness on Buddy's facial expression.

Buddy Roman: He is nothing like us. He could never be a Vapor King. If he's not with us, he's against us-- he would stab you in the back in a heartbeat, just like the rest of them. Do you understand me, son?

Orbit nods, seemingly convinced by Buddy's words.

Polar Phantasm: I'm still me, Steve. Ain't nothin' changed.

Steve Orbit: Let's go.

Orbit and Buddy begin to walk past Phantasm.

Polar Phantasm: Uh... guess I'll see you around, Mack.

Orbit bumps into Phantasm with his shoulder as he walks by. The act brings a smile to Buddy's face. Polar is left shaking his head, looking disappointed with his former friend.

Hardcore Alex vs Tyson Strong vs Xander Kincaid

Kyle Steel: Our next match is a three way dance!!

Freddy Whoa: Jive, Mothefunsters!

Zach Davis: Imagine the recipe, Freddy. Take a little pinch of strong, mix it with a serving of Hardcore. Now, add a dash of Kindcade, and what do you get, Whoa?

Freddy Whoa: You mom’s super secret bar mitzvah video?

Zach Davis: No, no.

Freddy Whoa: How about one of your wife’s extra famous key swap slumber parties?

Zach Davis: Ahem...no. A triple threat contest, tonight on slam!

Freddy Whoa: Kyle just said that...Jesus.

High energy music plays with a quick succession of drums followed by a powerful guitar rift. The lights slam on in the arena and Tyson Strong runs onto the entrance ramp as he pumps his fist into the air.

Kyle Steel: Introducing our first challenger...The one...TYSOOOOOON STRONG!

The high impact music blasts over the PA system as Strong makes his way down the entrance ramp, giving high fives to the crowd.Strong, being a traditionalist at heart climbs up the ring steps and steps into the ring through the bottom rope. He runs across the ring and climbs the first turnbuckle that garnishes a loud pop from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: I expect a Viennese Waltz of pain from this guy, I wanna see destruction on a grand, sweeping scale gawd damn it!

Zach Davis: Speaking of destruction, we have a returning veteran, back for another tour.

NAS' "The Message" hits the P.A. When the beat drops, red fireworks blast off in an x and, through the smoke, Hardcore Alex emerges, bobbin his head and waving his arms to the beat. He has a confident gait, which he abandons at the top of the ramp and begins a little routine. He uprocks for a minute before dropping into some groundwork, finishing with an elbow freeze before kipping back onto his feet.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 175 Lbs, From Rochester, New York. HARRRRDCORE ALEX!

He resumes his confident strut down the aisle, bobbing his head and bouncing to the beat. He slides under the bottom rope, rolls onto his back, and windmills up to his feet. After dancing around to the beat, he climbs a turnbuckle and throws up the horns before jumping down in a 180 to a seated position in the turnbuckle.
Alex and Strong size each other up and it’s obvious who has the greater psychical presence. Still, Tyson is wary of his opponent, offers a cautious handshake. Accepts, a small smattering of applause from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: No! I don’t wanna hear no Ring o’ Horror Shit! Breakdance, bitches!

Zach Davis: Is tonight’s theme, dance?

Freddy Whoa: Read the Wrestler notes, Davis...Jesus.

Kyle Steel: Our third and final challenger...

The booming horns of Drake's “Trophies” start playing through the arena and the fans cheer, recognizing familiar music. As Drake starts rapping over the beat, Xander Kincaid comes swaggering out from the back. He pauses on the ramp, bouncing lightly on his toes and warming himself up before taking a step forward and pumping his fist in the air with a yell and twisting around to face Alyssa Paige as she heads down the ramp to follow him.

Kyle Steel: Accompanied by Alyssa Paige, weighing in at 235LBS, From New York, New York...XANDER KINCAIDDDD!

Freddy Whoa; Wouldn’t mind turning a Page in her book. Zing!

Zach Davis: Watch yourself, Freddy. This woman has some serious moves of her own.

Freddy Whoa: I bet she does. Cha-cha-cha!

He grins at her and spins back around, jogging lightly to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. He heads to the ropes and balances one leg on the middle rope, shouting abuse out at the crowd and waiting for the match to begin. Tyson pulls Kincaid down from the ropes and administers a hard right as the bell goes...


Freddy Whoa: East Coast Swing!

Kincaid and Tyson with a lock up. Kincaid is stronger and sends Strong barrel rolling back to the ropes. Strong back up on his feet, shakes off the power struggle and barges forward once again. Alyssa Screams for Kincaid to counter.

Zach Davis: Kincaid dwarfs both Strong and Alex here, it’s a classic big guy, smaller guy tussle with some loosely made alliances to stay in the game.

Spinebuster on Strong by Kincaid. Alex tries to take advantage of the distraction and goes for a springboard moonsault. Caught in mid air by Kincaid, turned into a piledriver!

Quick Cover




Tyson with hard rights on the back of Kincaid, Alyssa grabs the foot of Strong who turns. Rookie mistake by Strong as Kincaid is now up and locking in a half Boston crab! Strong crawls to the ropes. EYE POKE OF DOOM by Alyssa.

Zach Davis: Hang in there, kid!

Submission move broken up by, Alex with a thunderous clothesline to Kincaid! Fast and furious now as Alex springboards off the ropes for another clothesline, Kincaid ducks, Alex misses, who rolls with it and is up to dodge a dropkick from Kincaid. In steps Strong, tries to lock in an inverted DDT...THE ONE AND ONLY. Kincaid powers out, snap suplex to Strong! Kincaid turns and takes a dropkick to the face from Alex! A faltering Kincaid is caught by Strong as he stumbles, release German suplex to Kincaid. Who bounces back up to his feet, out of it, DOUBLE DROP KICK by Strong and Hardcore! Kincaid is finally down on the mat. Alex goes for the cover.

The pin.




Alex walks over to strong, peeling him off of Kincaid and hits a DDT!

Zach Davis: The Hardcore Entree!

The pin.




Freddy Whoa: It's broken up by Kincaid!

Kincaid gets to his feet as Alex gets up and eats a spining wheel kick

Kincaid: YOU'RE DEAD!


Freddy Whoa: Kincaid with a super kick!

Strong sneaks with the roll up.

The pin..




Kincaid rolls out of it as the two men get to their feet and connect with a double clothesline. Alex gets up and picks up both Kincaid and Strong and hits them with a double headbutt. Both men stagger Alex hits clubbing blows to both men an they head turnbuckle. Kincaid gets on the middle buckle and hits a few right hands to strong who mounts the bottom ropes and connects with a punches of his own.

Zach Davis: Alex scoops Strong up on his shoulders.

Freddy Whoa: And Kincaid has Strong in a side head lock... All three men are now on the turnbuckle.


Zach Davis: Oh dear God!

Freddy Whoa: Kincaid hits a flipping cutter to Strong but the momentum sends Alex off that bottom rope. Strong basically can him a reverse hurricanrana. All three men are down.

The ref counts.


Alex is able to roll over and throw his arm over Kincaid.




Freddy Whoa: Hardcore Alex wins it!

The bell sounds.

Zach Davis: A hell of a match, but Hardcore Alex was able to get the pin!

Alex struggles to his feet and gets his arm raised.

Freddy Whoa: One second difference and the match could've been Strong's. Great effort by both men here tonight.

Oblivion/Ace Slaughter Segment

Zach Davis: That match was exactly what we all hoped it would be.

Freddy Whoa: Who would of thought, the way he won.

Zach Davis: Exactly.

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Market Square Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...


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 Market Square Arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder rumbles and mock lightning flashes. The majority, of the crowd, jump.

Zach Davis: Oblivion doesn't look to happy!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! The Monster is never happy!! Unless IT is ripping a limb off or tearing and ripping flesh off someone!!

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.

Oblivion: ALRIGHT!! ENOUGH!! CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!! Ace Slaughter!! It knows that your back there!! Get your ass out here now!! Let's get to it, before our tag match. I know you want to get your pathetic hands on The Monster!!

There is a huge pause.

Oblivion: Just like IT thought!! You're too much of a pussy....

"Click... click.... boom" by Saliva begins to blare out from the Arena's speakers. The fans in the Market Square Arena begin to cheer wildly. J.J. Anderson slowly strolls out...

Zach Davis: Well, there's J.J Anderson. You know what that means.

Freddy Whoa: "Superstar" Ace Slaughter should be walking out at any second. Would you come out here after what Oblivion said?

Zach Davis: Absolutely!!

As J.J. Anderson makes his way off the entrance stage and down the entrance ramp, Ace Slaughter rushes out and immediately turns to his left and goes to near the edge of the entrance ramp. Slaughter slightly squats down, as he points, to the cheering crowd, in several directions. Slaughter then stands up and charges to the other end, of the entrance ramp and proceeds to point to the crowd.

Zach Davis: Despite coming out here just to give the fans what they wanted, Ace slaughter looks extremely very angry!!

Slaughter walks off the entrance stage and proceeds to run down the entrance ramp.


Ace Slaughter slides into the ring, where Oblivion is there waiting for him.

Zach Davis: The Monster is there waiting for Oblivion, stomping down on The Superstar as he slides under the bottom ring rope!!

The Superstar stands up...


The ring shakes as both men strike one another with thunderous shots!!

Zach Davis: Freddy Whoa!! This place is going absolutely crazy!! Everyone is on their feet!!


Slaughter nails Oblivion in the gut with a knee.


Oblivion slaps Ace Slaughter.

Ace Slaughter: YOU SON OF A BITCH!!


Several WCF officials come running down to the ring, as the Market Square Arena begin to boo.

Zach Davis: Apparently this crowd want to these two go at it!!

Freddy Whoa: For years, we have heard the stories between these two!! Now we get to see these two go at it!! We saw a little bit at Helloween...

Zach Davis: What a fantastic scaffold match inside a cage!! Talk about imagination!!

Freddy Whoa: Now these WCF official want these two to stop fighting, before their match.

The officials are doing their best trying to keep Ace Slaughter and Oblivion apart. The officials are holding back Ace Slaughter.


Oblivion charges towards a held back Ace slaughter....


Freddy Whoa: The Monster just got Ace Slaughter right in the face with a simple right cross!!

Oblivion is getting pushed out of the ring, by the officials. The Monster is laughing.

Zach Davis: What a sick and twisted individual. I would call Oblivion a person. But, that would be an insult to all humans.

Oblivion has a mic in hand, as Ace slaughter checks his face.

Oblivion: Later on, be prepared for a little surprise. That reminds me.... Wasn't Stephanie's birthday two days ago?

Ace Slaughter begins to freak out, but the officials are holding back The Superstar.

Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen!! This match between Oblivion and Ace Slaughter is gonna be one to watch!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! I'm sure not gonna miss it!!

Zach Davis: You can feel the extreme energy in the air. I can feel it!!

Freddy Whoa: I CAN feel it!!

Zach Davis: I know this Indianapolis crowd can feel it. Expect an explosive tag team match between the team of The Ultimate Destroyer and Oblivion against Johnny Reb and Ace slaughter!!

Freddy Whoa: We'll be right back....

People's Title Contendership Match
Occulo vs Taz Taylor vs Ryan Blake

“Down and Out” by Tantric swamps the arena to a chorus of absolutely no reaction whatsoever. Ryan Blakes steps through the curtains and walks to the top of the ramp laughing to himself.

Kyle Steel: The following is a triple threat match for the no.1 contendor’s spot for the People’s Title! Introducing first…from Trenton, New Jersey…weighing in at 180lbs….Ryan Blake!!

Zach Davis: Well here he is, Ryan Blake. This guy is like a pokemon with the obsession he has with his own name

Freddy Whoa: Too right, he’s definitely an electric type

Zach Davis: How so?

Freddy Whoa: He’s shocking

Zach Davis: Jesus…

Ryan crawls into the ring and does a forward roll to get to his feet. He then rests against a turnbuckle awaiting his opponents.

“You think you know me” by Alter Bridge drowns out the awkwardness of Freddy’s joke and Taz Taylor runs out on to the stage.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York…weighing in at 215lbs…Taz Taylor!!

Zach Davis: Taz Taylor got his ass handed to him on a plate by Joey Flash and his last opponent tonight Occulo last week. Occulo looked like he had the win sewn up after delivering the subliminal message but Flash took advantage by disposing of Occulo and pinning Taz for the win

Freddy Whoa: You know you can say it was stealing a win but I just put it down to good old fashioned taking your opportunity. Smart move by Flash.

Taz jumps through the ropes and riles the crowd. He shouts at Ryan a couple of times and awaits Occulo.

There is quite a long pause as Taz’s music carries on playing, in fact the song has now reached a second playthrough. Taz motions to the officials asking where Occulo is but they shrug their shoulders.

Zach Davis: I think someone’s forgot about their match

Freddy Whoa: Just start it without him. We don’t need any pretentious rubbish. Captain Birdseye and well…Ryan Blake are all we need

Just then, the lights become extremely bright and we hear the first couple of bars of Occulo’s theme music

Zach: Finally!

However the lights and music shut off. There is a dark silence for about ten seconds. The titantron then flashes a couple of times. We hear whispering but it is too quiet to understand. A spotlight then flashes from the ceiling directly down on to Ryan Blake. He looks up and squints his eyes. The whispering becomes louder and we hear that it is saying “Ryan Blake” over and over again. Ryan nervously twiddles his fingers and looks around. The titantron carries on flashing intermittently.

Freddy Whoa: What is this? Better call an electrician or something…

Zach Davis: Or Ghostbusters

The whispering becomes louder and it sounds like everyone in the arena are repeatedly saying his name in a low, monotone voice. However faintly we see that they are not. Ryan looks increasingly uncomfortable and is sweating under the heat of the light. The voices suddenly become deafening shouts. “RYAN BLAKE!!”. Ryan now has both of his hands on his head and looks like he is silently screaming.

The titantron then shows Occulo’s face. He too shouts “Ryan Blake” and the lights flash on for a second, long enough for us to see Occulo appear behind Taz Taylor and throw him straight onto Ryan Blake. The lights shut off again for a second, and then back on. Occulo is sat on the turnbuckle. Ryan is furiously battering Taz with left and rights. A wide grin on Occulo’s face. The bell rings to start the match.

Zach Davis: There he is!! Looks like Occulo kept his word

Freddy Whoa: What an absolute freak! My God Taz is getting absolutely slaughtered here!

Slaughtered indeed. Ryan is now slamming the back of Taz’s head against the mat by his throat. His hands are already scarlet. The referee tries to lift him off, fails and starts to count. Occulo rolls his eyes and hops down from the turnbuckle. He then shoves the referee out of the way and grabs Ryan before hitting him with a couple of lefts of his own and DDT’ing him to the mat.

Zach Davis: I’m not sure Ryan would have taken any notice of the count there. He’s in a dark place at the moment

Freddy Whoa: Poor Taz. It looks like Occulo didn’t want this match to go down to a simple DQ.

Occulo wanders over to Taz and rolls him onto his back. He stares at him for a few seconds and waits for him to open his eyes. He shouts something at him but is attacked from behind by Blake. He grabs him around the waist and german suplexes him. Occulo lays on the mat and is stomped a couple of times by Blake.

Zach Davis: Great move by Ryan, although he already looks a little lethargic from the early bombardment of Taz!

Freddy Whoa: Oh god there he goes again!

Ryan lifts Taz to his feet and slams him to the mat with a sidewalk slam followed by some more punches to his face. Occulo walks around the back of them and climbs the turnbuckle.

Zach Davis: Time to go high risk!

Freddy Whoa: Occulo has them exactly where he wants them. The guy’s a total goof but he has conducted this orchestra majestically.

Occulo leaps off the turnbuckle, and with an outstretched leg slams Ryan Blake’s face straight into Taz’s.

Zach Davis: My God!! Yowch!

Freddy Whoa: This will be over soon.

Ryan rolls off Taz clutching his face and eventually gets to his feet. Occulo runs at him with a clothesline but Ryan ducks. He bounces off the ropes and gets a knee to the gut from Ryan. He swings around and grabs him by the waist.

Zach Davis: It’s suplex time again!

Freddy Whoa: Ryan is going to have to muster up some serious energy here. Especially if he’s going for the three!

Ryan hoists Occulo into the air for the german suplex but Occulo manages to ride it and land on his feet. All of a sudden Taz smashes Blake to the ground with a diving spear.

Zach Davis: Taz out of nowhere!! He’s back in the game!

Freddy Whoa: Great spear by Taz. That would have knocked the red mist out of Ryan who could do with this down time.

Taz covers Ryan and the ref hits the mat…



Occulo delivers a swift boot to Taz’s head and breaks up the pin. He lifts him to his feet and throws him towards the ropes. He bounces off and misses Occulo with a forearm smash, Occulo grabs the flailing arm and pulls him towards him, using the momentum he drives his elbow into Taz’s throat…

Zach Davis: The oesophagus bureau!! The oesophagus bureau!!

Freddy Whoa: The fat lady’s humming a few bars…

Occulo bounces off the ropes, somersaults through the air and crashes Taz’s face to the mat. Just then though Ryan Blake charges at him and attempts The Causality shining wizard. Occulo dodges this and drives his elbow into Blake’s throat. Blake bends over clutching his throat. Occulo then grabs him and says something to him with a very sinister and hateful look on his face. He then bounces off the ropes and plants him to the mat with another Oesophagus Bureau.

Zach Davis: Another one from Occulo who has this match won!!

Freddy Whoa: Game over, and what game he has played

Occulo delivers the subliminal message to Taz, but instead of doing the same to Blake, he lifts Blake up and delivers another Oesophagus Bureau elbow drive to his throat, before again slamming him to the mat.

Zach Davis: Yet another one by Occulo!! He’s relentless!

Freddy Whoa: He said he was gonna destroy Ryan Blake. This is the bite to his bark

Occulo bounces off the ropes and delivers the Subliminal Message to Ryan. He then goes down and hooks the leg




The bell rings and Occulo’s music plays. The referee lifts Occulo’s arm but he swipes it away.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and the no.1 contendor for the people’s title…Occulo!!!

Occulo leaves the ring and grabs a steel chair, he re-enters the ring and positions the chair on the head of Ryan Blake. He looks at the crowd who are booing him. He then looks at Blake with great malice and delivers the Subliminal Message, driving his knee and chair into his skull.

Zach Davis: No! There’s no need for that!! Why the hell?

Freddy Whoa: Sickening display of violence by Occulo. Somebody call the medical staff!!

Occulo asks for a microphone and cuts off his music. The lights brighten.

Occulo: My word was kept Blake. When you eventually wake up I hope you remember the man who did not tolerate your behaviour. The man who didn’t accept your forcefulness in your insanity. Lay there Ryan, lay there and bleed, because whilst you are silent you are accepted.

The crowd are all booing Occulo and someone throws a plastic bottle at him. Occulo simply turns around and gazes at them all

Where were you? WHERE WERE YOU?

Just then Flash saunters down the ramp and dives into the ring.

Zach Davis: It’s Flash!! It’s Flash!!

Freddy Whoa: Just like last week Joey wants the final word!!

Occulo throws the mic down but Flash manages to catch it in mid-air and kick it back up into Occulo’s face. He then wrestles him to the ground and hits him with couple of lefts and rights. He then relents and stands back a couple of paces waiting for Occulo to stand. He licks his lips and sends Occulo crashing to the mat with the Lightning Bolt.

Zach Davis: Lightning Bolt!! Lightning strikes twice for the no.1 contendor!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like the moulding has begun.

Flash picks up the mic and looks down on Occulo’s still body.

Flash: I warned you, prey.


Factory Black Segment

Reptile from NIN starts to play over the PA and a red spot light hit’s the stage. Marc Mayhem and Cory Scarecrow walk out from behind the curtain. They look all business not showboating the walk at a furious pace to the ring. Marc and Cory both slide in to the ring armed with Microphones.

Freddy Whoa: What are these two doing down here they aren’t scheduled until later tonight.

Zach Davis: Here’s a better question why do they look like the are ready for a fight

Marc and Cory stand in the middle of the ring looking around at the crowd.


Freddy Whoa: I’m not a doctor but I don’t think the fans are happy to see them.

Zach Davis: Really what gave you that impression.


Marc and Cory both turn and face the ramp waiting for Seth’s Arrival.

Master Of Puppets starts to play over the PA System. Seth Lerch walks out with a mic in his hand. And stands at the top of the ramp.

Seth Lerch: Who the hell do you think you are. You two new punks come in to this company and hold my show hostage. First you attack me back stage. Then you attack the event staff last week. Then I had to keep your sorry asses out of jail, which I am quickly starting to regret, and now this!

Cory Scarecrow: I don’t care what your issue is right now. Seth you think you stop us. You set the wheels of progress in motion. Factory Black is here and we will not be stopped. You know it all makes sense now. At first look the attack by the motorcycle gang and the shoot out could have been a random act. It could have been the wrong place at the wrong time. But now we see it.

Marc Mayhem: Yeah Seth it all makes sense now why else would we have a match against another Biker. You think you can hire muscle to beat us in to submission. Well I got news for you. That biker gang couldn’t do it and the immortal bimbo Denise D’Evil and the Village People reject Nightrider aren’t gonna.

Seth Lerch: We will see about that.

Night Rider/Denise D'Evil vs Factory Black

Factory Black is in the ring after their altercation with Seth Lerch. When the lights in the arena dim as Pyrotechnics explode along the runway and from the four corner posts. 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the jumbo-tron as Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain and makes his way towards the ring. He gets down to ring side and then The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker only to turn into "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles. The tron comes to life with scenes from different matches, and fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of her on the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage.

Night Rider and Denise D’Evil look at each other give a nod and slide under the ropes to engage Factory Black. Marc Mayhem and Cory Scarecrow meet them with stomps and kicks as they slide in. Night Rider fights his way to his feet and begins to trade punches with Marc Mayhem. Night Rider whips Marc in to the turn buckle with incredible force causing Marc Mayhem to instantly fall and reach for his back in pain as he rolls out of the ring. Denise D’Evil never got to her feet being stomped and she was kicked out of the ring underneath the bottom rope. Cory Scarecrow turns and finds himself alone with Night Rider.

Stanley Mosher comes running down the aisle and slides in to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: This match was scheduled for tonight but I don’t think it was supposed to happen now.

Zach Davis: I don’t think they care because it is happening now. I just want to see it. These two teams don’t know each other but there is no love lost here. So Johnny who do you see winning this one?

Freddy Whoa: Factory Black is coming hot off a win last week, but I am going with the former Tag Team champs. You can not bet against their ring experience.


Cory Scarecrow and Night Rider Size each other up before rushing in. They lock up in the middle of the ring. Night Rider walks Cory back to this corner. Denise reaches over the top rope and wraps up Cory’s arms Night Rider starts punching away.

Crowd: One TWO THREE

Stanley Mosher gets in there and breaks them up. He turns his back to the action to reprimand Denise D’Evil. Night Rider Capitalizes on the opportunity and rakes Cory in the eyes. Cory Scarecrow holds his eyes and walks backwards. Night Rider gets a little aggressive and walks right in to a springboard lariat. Cory gets back up to his feet and tags Marc Mayhem in. Marc ties up with Night Rider, he counters with a bear hug. Night Rider turns his bear hug in to a belly to belly slam. He grabs marc by his leg and drags him over to his corner. Denise D’Evil is tagged in.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa this is some match.

Denise Pulls marc up by his hair. Marc starts punching Denise in the mid section on his way up. Denise bends over in pain. Marc Mayhem hits her with a gut wrench suplex.
He goes for the pin.


Night Rider runs in and breaks up the pin with an elbow to Marc’s head. Stanley Mosher starts escorting Night Rider back to his corner giving him an ear full. Cory comes in to the ring. Marc picks Denise up he is trying to load her up on his shoulders. She counters hit’s the under the bridge. Marc is rolling in pain holding his head. Cory hits her with a drop kick both legal wrestlers are down as scarecrow exit’s the ring. Stanley Mosher starts to count.


Denise gets back up to her feet. She grabs marc by the hair and helps him to his feet. She throws his against the ropes. Marc thinks quickly and tags Scarecrow’s extended arm before he is returned to Denise. D’Evil unaware of the tag spears marc. Cory climbs the top rope and wait for the unexciting Denise to get back to her feet. Cory hits Denise with a missile drop kick. Cory gets back to his feet and hit’s a falling head butt, D’Evil is rolling in pain on the canvas. Cory turns and runs at Night Rider to clothesline him. Night Rider quickly drops and pulls the top rope down sending Cory crashing to the mat out side the ring.

Crowd: Death Bringer
Crowd: Death Bringer
Crown : Death Bringer

D’Evil gets back to her feet and sees Night Rider and Cory trading punches outside the ring. She runs and hit a splash from over the top ropes. Cory is down.

Stanley Mosher: one

D’Evil picks up Cory and slides him it to the ring. She tags Night Rider in on her way up. Night rider climbs the ropes now and waits for Cory to stand. It looks like he is going for the Guillotine. Marc Mayhem runs around the apron and shakes the top rope causing Night Rider to fall and give him self a crotch shot on the turn buckle. Cory slowly turns and makes a diving tag. Marc comes running in hit Denise with a drop kick while Night Rider is still on the ground. Night Rider gets back to his feet. Mayhem quickly whips him in to the corner. Night Rider stagers out of the corner in pain. Marc ties up with him and ducks under his arm and gets behind him while Cory sneaks in to the ring. Marc hit’s a German Suplex and Cory completes a sit out Pile Driver.

Zach Davis: What the Hell was that?!??1

Freddy Whoa: That is the Omega Three and here is the three count.

Stanley Mosher: ONE TWO THREE.

Zach Davis. I don’t believe it Factory Black just beat the former world Champs!

Steve Orbit Segment

It’s a wooden brown door. In the middle of said door is a golden plate that reads ‘Vapor Kings.’ This door is approximately one hundred times more delicious than all others doors in the arena, because an adolescent delivery boy has just smeared some leftover Asian Zing sauce on it. He’s at his deliveries final destination and knocking on the door. Of course, what do you do when you work at a wing place? You fuckin’ eat wings, that’s what – hence, the smeared sauce fiasco.

Anyway, it appears the Vapor Kings have ordered wings. It was probably that Steve Orbit guy’s doing. He’s a hot wing fiend, you know. We hear some sounds from inside the room as (most likely) Orbit springs to his feet in expectation of receiving his sweet and spicy deliciousness. ‘Clean it up with’ Orbit flings the door open. He eyes up the delivery dude.

Steve Orbit: ‘sup. Got the stuff?

Delivery Dude: Yeah, I got the stuff.

He holds up a plastic bag that’s holding two boxes of wings.

Steve Orbit: What do I owe you?

Delivery Dude: $33.48.

Steve Orbit: What? My man, those are hooker prices. High end hookers. My brand.

Delivery Dude: Sorry, sir. I just deliver them.

Steve Orbit: Whatever man. Give me the goods.

Orbit looks down as he pulls out two twenty dollar bills from his pocket. Just as soon as his eyes are diverted, the hot wing delivery guy is pushed to the side and Jonny Fly explodes into the room. He violently thrusts (not with his pelvis) his hand onto Orbit’s throat before he even knows what’s happening.


With just his one hand attached to Orbit’s gullet, Fly forces him all the way back against the far wall. Orbit slams into the wall and crumbles down to a sitting position. Fly strikes with several stiff right hands to the temple followed by sharp kicks to the stomach.

Prior to Fly’s intrusion, Zombie McMorris and Natural ICE Beckman were in the corner of the room getting changed. Startled by seeing Fly being attacked, they spring into action. McMorris is the first one there and manages to pull Fly off Orbit. As he’s being turned around, Fly swings his fist wildly, barely missing Beckman. ICE manages to sneak behind him and lock Fly into a full nelson, leaving him at the mercy of the rest of the group. Zombo sends a couple of suppressive shots to Fly’s head as Orbit shakes off his attack and gets back to his feet.

Steve Orbit: You dumb shit, Fly. You’ve done it now!

Orbit circles around in front of Fly and immediately sends a boot to his stomach.

Steve Orbit: Are you so arrogant that you thought you could come into this locker room and take on ALL of us?

Another kick to the stomach.

Steve Orbit: I tell you what, homie – we’re gonna give you an excuse to call off the match at One.

Yet another shot to the stomach.

Steve Orbit: Grab his finger, guys. Motherfucker can’t even finger a bitch without getting hurt. What’s he going to do after we…

Before Orbit can finish his statement, a shadow emerges from the open doorway.

???: Gentlemen, excuse me for just a moment, I’m looking for…

Orbit and McMorris turn to see the one, the only, THE Polar Phantasm standing in their doorway.

Polar Phantasm: …Jonny Fly.

With Orbit and McMorris turned toward him, Phantasm’s line of sight toward Fly is no longer being blocked.

Polar Phantasm: Hey, there he is! What are you doing in here, Fly? Who’s that guy behind you? You doing some stretching?

Phantasm smirks, knowingly.

Steve Orbit: This don’t have nothin’ to do with you, Polar.

Polar Phantasm: Actually – it does.

There’s a moment of silence in the room. Orbit and Phantasm exchange an extra-long stare down, each waiting for the other to make a move. Finally, it’s McMorris that breaks the monotony. He runs at The Polar Phantasm, but meets the side of his arm and is clotheslined to the ground. Orbit takes off toward Phantasm, but is kicked in the gut and immediately DDT’d onto the ground. As that’s going on, Fly breaks the hold from Beckman, spins, and hits him with a European Uppercut. Beckman stumbles backward and falls against the wall. With the three members of the Vapor Kings grounded, Fly looks over to Phantasm and gives him a nod.

Polar Phantasm: You’re welcome.

Fly and Phantasm ‘pound it,’ just as Jayson Price and Corey Black walk into the room – Black holding a box of the wings seen moments ago.

Corey Black: What’s all this about?

Jonny Fly: The Polar Phantasm just introduced himself to The Vapor Kings.

Corey Black: Oh. Well then to celebrate, have a wing!

Black holds the box out in front of Polar.

Corey Black: Eat up, all of you!

Phantasm takes a wing first, followed by Price and Fly. As Black takes a wing in one hand, while holding the box with the other, he raises the lone wing into the air.

Corey Black: I believe another toast is in order.

Fly holds his wing up as well.

Jonny Fly: To…

Before he finishes, he looks toward The Polar Phantasm.

Jonny Fly: …Pantheon?

Polar nods his head.

Polar Phantasm: To Pantheon! The dream will never die.

With that, the four men begin eating their wings and the scene cuts away.

Oblivion/Ultimate Destroyer vs Ace Slaughter/Johnny Reb

Zach Davis: Well. After what we saw earlier, this next match will be very interesting.

Freddy Whoa: That is an understatement, for sure.

Zach Davis: What I'll be waiting for is what kind of surprise Oblivion has for Ace Slaughter.

Freddy Whoa: Knowing The Monster, it could be anything.

Air Raid sirens begin to blare throughout the Market Square Arena. As the Air Raid sirens begin to go quiet, police sirens ring out. Ultimate Destroyer comes running out to the ring. Ultimate Destroyer jumps up to the ring apron, grabbing a hold of the top ring rope, shaking it vigorously.

Zach Davis: Looks like Ultimate Destroyer is ready for this match!!

The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed Market Square Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Breathe" by Prodigy begins to play. The bass like synth begin to blare out. 14 seconds later the drums come through...


Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!

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


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

Breathe the pressure
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 Market Square Arena 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, as The Monster stares right down the entrance ramp.

Zach Davis: I wish Seth Lerch would of had some extra security around, when Ace slaughter comes down to the ring.

The house lights begin to flicker.

"Click... click.... boom" by Saliva begins to blare out from the Arena's speakers. J.J. Anderson strolls out...

Zach Davis: Here comes JJ Anderson

Freddy Whoa: "Superstar" Ace Slaughter should be walking out at any second.

As J.J. Anderson makes his way off the entrance stage and down the entrance ramp, Ace slaughter rushes out and immediately turns to his left and goes to near the edge of the entrance ramp. Slaughter slightly squats down, as he points, to the cheering crowd, in several directions. Slaughter then stands up and charges to the other end, of the entrance ramp and proceeds to point to the crowd.

Zach Davis: This... this REAL "Superstar" Ace Slaughter can sure excite a crowd.

With the crowd full of excitement, Ace Slaughter proceeds to walk down the ramp, with a slight bounce to his step. the crowd bounce to the music as they cheer for the "Superstar".

Kyle Steel: From Tampa, Florida.... weighing in at 285 pounds... this is The Superstar.... Ace Slaughter!!


Slaughter points to the crowd, as the lazers and strobe lights flash, the crowd continues to dance. Slaughter races down to the ring....

Freddy Whoa: What is Oblivion doing?

Oblivion leaves the ring and runs towards a running Ace Slaughter.


Zach Davis: These two are going at it already. We still have Johnny Reb to come to the ring.

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. Reb sees Ace Slaughter and Oblivion fighting, he races down to the fighting twosome.


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb has joined in the fracas.


Destroyer bolts towards Johnny Reb.


Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer just nailed Johnny Reb with a double fist, to the back of his head.


Freddy Whoa: Ace Slaughter just connected with a European uppercut!!

The Monster stumbles back, until the security railing stops his momentum.


Zach Davis: Oblivion with a poke in the eye by Oblivion.


Freddy Whoa: Oblivion nails Slaughter with a knee to the mid-section.


Oblivion throws Ace Slaughter into the metal security railing.


Zach Davis: WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser is having a hard time gaining much control over this match early on. Johnny Reb nails Ultimate Destroyer in the gut with a boot.



Crowd: WHOA!!

Freddy Whoa: HEY!!

Oblivion steps back...


Zach Davis: The Monster charges at The Superstar.


Freddy Whoa: CLOTHESLINE!! Ace slaughter just got shalacked!!

Ace Slaughter's eyes crossed, as he slowly slides down, with his back towards the security railing.


Zach Davis: It looks as if all four of them are ignoring the referee.

Johnny Reb picks up Ultimate Destroyer.


Ultimate Destroyer catches Reb under the throat with a four finger thrust.

Zach Davis: Lucky for Johnny Reb, it wasn't a five finger death punch or it would of been all over The Inveterate Confederate!!

Freddy Whoa: Five finger death punch? I don't get it.

Zach Davis: Well, Fiver Finger Death Punch is....

Ultimate Destroyer uses his massive weight to push Johnny Reb towards the ring.

Zach Davis: Oblivion is pushing the face of Ace Slaughter, with ITs bare hands, against the steel ring barrier.


Freddy Whoa: Ace Slaughter kicked Oblivion in the mid-section before quickly getting up and nailing Oblivion with a spinning forearm.


Slaughter slams the masked head of Oblivion down across the steel barrier railing.

Zach Davis: The Superstar grab The Monster and they stumble towards the ring!

Slaughter tosses Oblivion....

Freddy Whoa: It looks as if business is about to pick up.

Zach Davis: It looks like Ace Slaughter is gonna toss Oblivion into the steel ring steps!!

Slaughter whips The Monster....



Freddy Whoa: Oblivion reverses the Irish whip!!


Zach Davis: The Superstar Ace Slaughter collided with the steel step really hard.


Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Ultimate Destroyer just pushed Johnny Reb into that rough and almost sharp edge of the ring apron.

The back of The Inveterate Confederate collides with the edge of the ring apron.


Ultimate Destroyer nails Reb with a boot to the gut.

Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer rolls Johnny Reb into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer is rolling up Johnny Reb for the pin!!

Stanley Moser slides into position....

Crowd: On-..... NOOOOOOOOO!!

Zach Davis: Not even a one count!!

Ultimate Destroyer picks up Reb and tosses him into the rope.

Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb bounces of the ropes. Ultimate Destroyer takes a wild swing at the resident of Sweetwater, Alabama.

Johnny Reb ducks the errant clothesline attempt and bounces off the ropes, charging right at Ultimate Destroyer....


Zach Davis: What looked like an attempt of a spinebuster. Ultimate Destroyer slams down The Inveterate Confederate with a powerbomb!!

Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer is going for another pin attempt!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!



The resident of a wasteland of a classified military base cannot believe it was not a three count.

Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer is arguing with the referee.

Ultimate Destroyer gets in the face of Stanley Moser, pushing him in the process. Moser shows Destroyer his referee shirt.



Ultimate Destroyer pushes Stanley Moser.



Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Remind me to not touch Stanley Moser. He just pushed the 400 pounder backwards. WAIT!!

As Ultimate Destroyer stumbles back, Johnny Reb catches him off guard by rolling him up.

Zach Davis: SCHOOL BOY!!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TW-.....


Ultimate Destroyer kicks out and quickly stands up.



Reb smashes a double axe-handle to the top of Ultimate Destroyer's head, causing the 400 pounder to crash down to the mat.

Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer crashes down to the mat.

Johnny Reb flies to a nearby corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: You knew Johnny Fly was going to exactly that.... FLY!!

Reb flies off the top turnbuckle....


Camera Zach Davis: The phones flash as Johnny Reb executes a picture perfect moonsault....


Zach Davis: LEGDROP!!

The Inveterate Confederate makes a quick cover over The Ultimate Destroyer...

Zach Davis: The referee slides to make the pin count.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!


Crowd: WHAT?!?!?!


Oblivion slithers slowly towards an temporarily discombobulated Ace Slaughter, who is leaning against the steel steps.

Freddy Whoa: The Monster Oblivion grabs Ace Slaughter.


Zach Davis: Ace Slaughter kicks the right knee of The God of Insanity!!

Oblivion: DAMN IT!!

Ace Slaughter struggles to stand up, kicks Oblivion in the mid-section...


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

As soon as Oblivion landed....

Oblivion: HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA!!

Zach Davis: Oblivion is definitely The God of Insanity. He is laughing at Ace Slaughter right after being T-Bone suplexed!!

Ace Slaughter slowly walks over to The Monster, which The Monster was waiting...

Zach Davis: Stanley Moser is preoccupied with Ultimate Destroyer and Johnny Reb.



Slaughter grabs for his eyes, screaming in pain.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! BLUE HAZE MIST!!

Slaughter stumbles around, Oblivion quickly stands up...


Oblivion nails Slaughter in the gut with a right hand.


The Monster connects with a right fist to the jaw of The Superstar.

Zach Davis: Oblivion places Ace Slaughter....



Freddy Whoa: Samoan Drop against the security railing!!

Oblivion grabs the masked head of Ace slaughter and bounces it across the steel railings, of the ring side barrier. The Monster grabs Slaughter....

Zach Davis: FULL NELSON!!

Oblivion is shaking Ace Slaughter around, as The Monster drags Ace slaughter to the steel steps.

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion still has Ace Slaughter in a full nelson and they are standing on the steel ring steps!!


Zach Davis: OBI-BOMB!!

Oblivion grabs Slaughter and tosses him into the ring.

Zach Davis: Oblivion is making a pin on Ace Slaughter.

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!



Freddy Whoa: A quick save by Johnny Reb!!


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb kicks Oblivion....



Reb flies to the nearby corner and quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle.


Camera phones flash as Johnny Reb floats in the air...


Zach Davis: Johnny Reb floats in the air and lands hard with a shooting star senton!!

Freddy Whoa: Here comes Ace Slaughter picking up Oblivion and whips him into the corner.


Ace Slaughter strike Oblivion against the turnbuckles with multiple strikes.

Zach Davis: It looks as if Ace Slaughter is backing away.

Freddy Whoa: Slaughter is charging towards Oblivion!!



Oblivion staggers out as Ace slaughter grabs the 300 pounder....

Freddy Whoa: Ace Slaughter picks up Oblivion with almost with ease. Slaughter runs....




Zach Davis: Johnny Reb is perched on the top turnbuckle...



Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! FROGSPLASH!!


Freddy Whoa: Where in the heck he come from?!

Ultimate Destroyer grabs Ace Slaughter and throws him out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer grabs Johnny Reb.


Crowd: WHOA!!

Freddy Whoa: CHOKESLAM!!

Oblivion stumbles to get up, as the crowd cheers.


Slaughter taps the shoulder of Ultimate Destroyer....


Freddy Whoa: CUTTER!!



Oblivion nails Ace Slaughter from behind.

Zach Davis: The Monster whips Ace Slaughter into the ropes.

As Slaughter bounces off the ropes as Oblivion followed right behind.

Zach Davis: The monster takes a swipe at Ace slaughter...


Freddy Whoa: CUTTER!!



The Monster places Slaughter on his shoulders.

Zach Davis: UH OH!!

Oblivion knocks the feet of Slaughter off of IT's shoulders...


Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! 5150!!

Oblivion grabs IT's head and staggers, Johnny Reb comes up...

Zach Davis: Where did he come from?!


Freddy Whoa: A drop toe hold!!


Oblivion scratches and claws the mat. The Monster screams out.



Zach Davis: From out of nowhere, Ultimate Destroyer kicks the holy crap out of Johnny Reb's face!!

Ultimate Destroyer picks up Johnny Reb....


Freddy Whoa: CHOKESLAM!!

Ultimate Destroyer picks up Reb and...


Zach Davis: A very very nasty and most devastating piledriver!!

Ace Slaughter staggers around.

Zach Davis: WHOA!! The only reason why Ace Slaughter is standing because of the ring ropes.

Ace Slaughter taps the shoulder of Ultimate Destroyer...



Ace Slaughter grabs his own head before staggering around then drops to one knee, then finally falls face first down to the mat.

Zach Davis: All four competitors are all on the mat.

Reb summons all his strength and jumps to the top...


Reb pins Destroyer, hooking the leg.




Reb slowly stands back up and gets his arm raised.

Zach Davis: What a victory!

Freddy Whoa: It was anyone's match, but Reb was the one that was able to summon the strength to climb up top and hit his finisher.

Zach Davis: Ace Slaughter and Johnny Reb are shaking hands with their victory.


Zach Davis: WHAT?!?!

Johnny Reb kicks Ace Slaughter with a low blow.



Oblivion grabs Ultimate Destroyer into an inverted suplex....


Crowd: WHOA!!

Zach Davis: Soultaker!! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Oblivion and Johnny Reb walk to the center of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Now The Monster and The Inveterate Confederate are gonna fight one another.

The Market Square Arena gasps in shock. Oblivion and Johnny Reb start to shake hands.


Isaac Salinger Segment

We cut backstage. Isaac Salinger's face open the scene. He has a cell phone to his ear and an agitated look on his face; a face that hasn't felt a razor's blade in a month, the ever-graying whiskers stand in unison with his tired eyes but stark contrast with the still dominant black hairs and the buzz around him.

The camera continues to pull back. Isaac stands in a busy access hall under the stands with his head resting wearily on his arm that's propped on the wall. If the wall were suddenly to vanish, before falling over Salinger would resemble a celluloid southern belle in the throws of a fainting fit. But as we are, he shakes a nonplussed head.

Isaac Salinger: That's fine. Do that. I don't care how, just get it done. I want a status update ASAP. I'm rudderless, here.

He disconnects the call, takes a deep, steadying breath, then opens them just as someone crashed into him, knocking Isaac and the tackler to the ground.

Tyson Strong: Sorry, bud! I didn't see you there. My bad. I thought I saw Chelsea Armstrong! What a day! I saw the World Champ get out of his car! I was like 10 feet away from him. We even made eye-contact! I watched the ring get built... sat through the sound check... and oh my gosh! I'm having a conversation with Isaac Salinger!

Isaac Salinger: Conversation might be a step too far, kid. Simple assault is more like it.

Tyson hops to his feet and offers a hand to Salinger. A pause later, Isaac allows the assistance.

Tyson Strong: I really am sorry. I'm a bit over-whelmed at the moment. I'm glad I decided to come into work - listen to me! I'm a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER! I get paid to do this stuff!...

Isaac Salinger: It's a veritable dream world.

Tyson Strong: After my first match I'm nearly too excited to contain myself!

Isaac Salinger: I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you've got to watch yourself. This may be some 'dream come true' but if you you're not up to it, it could be a nightmare. We wrestle each and every match knowing that we are one mistimed leap away from a blown knee or worse. And that's not to mention the wrestlers themselves! You'd be surprised by the number of unprofessional louts that grace the inner sanctum of this sport - dog-eat-dog at the core. But congrats. You're mother must be proud - a real life professional wrestler in the family.

Tyson Strong: I don't remember you, but my Dad said you were quite a wrestler before I was born...

Isaac Salinger: Before you were born? I'm not that old, you silly get.

Tyson Strong: Can I have your autograph? I bet my Dad would love it!

Isaac Salinger: My autogr... Look, kid. Listen really close to what I'm about to tell you. It's a bit of advice you'd do well to head.

Salinger tries to collect his thoughts but Tyson interrupts him.

Tyson Strong: I really appreciate this! You're the first person that has sighed, yelled, and scoffed at me all night. I'm listening.

Isaac looks directly at the camera with a can you believe this guy? expression.

Isaac Salinger: One... Even if you haven't, act like you have; even if you can't, act like you can. You'll be in the majority.

Tyson nods, eyes squinted in concentration. Isaac is relieved to see he's listening and not talking anymore.

Isaac Salinger: Two... never bite off more than you can chew , whether than is with opponents, obligations, meals. Sometimes someone is simply better than you at that moment in time, all you can do is follow through with your commitments... and choking seems a terrible way to die.

Speaking of choking... three - avoid cafeterias, locker rooms, and blind alleys in and around the arena when you're trying to work. More often than not, bad things happen in these places around here with even the best of intentions. You should do all that before or after the event.

Fourth, respect the champions, the top contenders, the stalwarts, the legends, and your opponent, but don't give them too much credit. Peaks and primes don't last.

And finally, if you only remember one thing that I've told you, remember this: if you have ever have to shower before, during, or immediately after a pay-per-view or Slam, never, ever, ever - under any circumstances whatsoever - drop your soap.

Isaac adjusts his askew tie, straightens his jacket, takes a long, deep look into Tyson's eyes, pats him on the shoulder, and smiles.

Isaac Salinger: Good luck, kid. You're gonna need it.

Salinger leaves Strong to grin blithely.

Tyson Strong: This day just gets better and better!

Cormack MacNeill vs The Polar Phantasm

Zach Davis: WCF viewers are in for a treat tonight. For the first time since his return, we get the Polar Phantasm in singles action! Last week, we saw him take on former teammate Johnny Reb when Polar and Corey Black faced off against the New Confederacy.

Freddy Whoa: That's right, Zach -- and the boys from Pantheon absolutely embarassed them cracker-ass redneck fools! Which is kinda ironic, since I ain't never seen a dude whiter than Phantasm.

Zach Davis: ...yeah. So, without further ado...

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE fall! First to the ring... From Antarctica, Louisiana; weighing in at two-hundred and forty-nine pounds...

The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "Iceberg-Seven online... accessing WCF big screen. Access granted... running program 'Entrance'." The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen clears itself once more. Then, two words appear: "POLAR PHANTASM". "Synchronicity (part 2)" by The Police begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts... and out comes the Polar Phantasm.

Kyle Steel: THE... POLARRR... PHAAAN...TASM!!!!!

Polar slaps a few audience members' hands on his way through the arena, then slides beneath the bottom rope and into the ring. Polar takes a quick look around the crowd... and then waits patiently for his opponent.

Freddy Whoa: So.. he's one of those albinos, right? They have spooky powers.

Zach Davis: Are you high?

Freddy Whoa: That's racist, Zach.

Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by his manager James Church....fighting out of Halifax, Nova Scotia...weighing in at 275 lbs...Cormack MacNeill!!!

The drone of the pipes fills the air as MacNeill and Church slowly walk out onto the entrance ramp. Both men stop, and look around at the raucous crowd who are cheering and booing them in equal numbers. A sneer is etched into Church's face as he surveys the screaming masses and MacNeill's is set in a hard grin.

As the drums kick in, both men walk slowly down to the ringside, with Church stopping at the end of the ramp to adjust his suit jacket, with MacNeill stopping and waiting, eyes scanning the crowd.

Church climbs up the steps to the ring, and with a flourish holds open the top and second ropes for his charge, who slides between them and heads for the nearest corner.

Church steps down and moves behind MacNeill's corner as the bearded brawler stretches on the ring ropes and waits for the bell.

Zach Davis: And referee Spanky O'Shaughnessy now patting both fighters down.

Freddy Whoa: "Spanky"? Where do we find these people?

Zach Davis: Homeless shelters, mostly. And Polar extends the hand of good will... Never gonna meet a nicer guy, Freddy.

Cormack stares at the outstretched hand for a moment, brow furrowed. Slowly, he brings his gaze up to meet Phantasm's. MacNeill smiles, ignores the hand, and slaps Polar across the face!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Apparently MacNeill doesn't share that opinion, Zach.

Polar reaches up to touch the big, red handprint on his face. He looks MacNeill over in a contemplative way for just a second; then, with a lopsided grin, he nods. This is immediately followed by an overhand strike that catches Cormack completely by surprise. Not for long, however, as MacNeill comes back with a punch of his own. And then the two are trading blows; back and forth, matching shot for shot, almost dead even. Cormack presses his size advantage, backing Polar up a pace every so often. Not ignorant of the danger, Polar suddenly draws back -- and smashes his head into MacNeill's face!

Zach Davis: Oh! I don't think that did either man any good! I'm guessing the Scotsman's head was a lot harder than he was counting on!

Indeed, even as Cormack stumbles away from him, the Sub-Zero Spectre is obliged to take a moment to shake it off. Just a moment too long... MacNeill comes in with a running knee lift that takes the Phantasm off his feet! Momentum spills him outside the ring, where James Church is waiting.

Freddy Whoa: Oh, look... isn't that nice? MacNeill's manager is checking to make sure Polar is ok! And you said those guys were complete as--

Zach Davis: Wait for it... And there it is! Church helps Polar to his feet, then nails him with a sucker punch! Now Church is backing off as O'Shaughnessy starts yelling at him. Too little, too late.

But it's going to take more than that to keep Polar down. Something like Cormack jumping from the ring, impossibly light on his feet for a man of his size, to join the Phantasm on the outside. He grabs Polar by the arm and whips him toward the guardrail. Instead, Polar plants his feet and reverses it! MacNeill crashes against the railing, to the delight of the cheering crowd.

Freddy Whoa: I can't believe it! The Icy Manipulator just narrowly avoided disaster!

Now he's after MacNeill, ignoring the exhortations of referee Spanky O'Shaughnessy to get back into the ring. Polar lifts the Scotsman up... then brings him back to the thick floor padding with a German suplex! Meanwhile, the ten-count has begun.

O'Shaughnessy: ONE! ...TWO! ...THREE! ...FOUR!

Polar hefts MacNeill again and hastily rolls him into the ring, stopping the count. Cormack is up in an instant, and starts stomping the Phantasm every time he seeks ingress, until Spanky O'Shaughnessy backs him off. As soon as Polar is in the ring, Cormack snatches him by the arm and whips him at the ropes; then catches him on the rebound with a scoop slam.

Zach Davis: Nice recovery by MacNeill, but now the Polar Phantasm starts to look a little worse for wear.

Cormack capitalizes on the moment, pulling Polar upright. He positions his shoulder under the other man, and begins to lift... but Polar resists, hooking one leg behind MacNeill's to take away his leverage. MacNeill tries again, but again the Phantasm stops him. Frustrated, Cormack shifts into a collar-and-elbow; Polar denies him a third time! A knee to the midsection weakens MacNeill enough for a gutwrench powerbomb.

Freddy Whoa: And a quick roll-up by Polar!

O'Shaughnessy: ONE... TW-- No!

Zach Davis: MacNeill kicks out at one and a half! It's going to take a lot more than that to keep the bearded brawler on the mat...

The Polar Phantasm pulls Cormack MacNeill to his feet. Keeping a firm grip on his opponent, Polar runs him into the nearest corner. He backs off a few paces, then hits a running back elbow. MacNeill slouches in the corner, but doesn't go down. Polar backs up again, farther this time, then rushes at Cormack...

Freddy Whoa: Step-up enzuigiri -- NO! MacNeill moved out of the way, and now the Phantasm is hung up on that top rope! MacNeill wasting no time here. He climbs up behind Polar... Is he doing what I think he's doing, Zach?

Zach Davis: I really hope not...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He did! Superplex off the second turnbuckle! I don't think it went quite the way he expected, though.

Both men lie on the canvas, panting with exertion. MacNeill rises to his knees, then sits on Phantasm's chest and just starts wailing on him with punches. Spanky O'Shaughnessy hovers nearby; Polar covers his face with his forearms. As soon as there's a lull, he lashes out with a strike of his own. It's enough; he manages to escape the bulkier man. Not for long, however. Cormack is after Polar in seconds, lifts him up...

Zach Davis: Powerslam! But he was definitely straining that time. MacNeill drops down for the pin.

O'Shaughnessy: ONE... TWO...

Just as his hand is about to hit the canvas for a third time, Polar's arm shoots into the air.

Freddy Whoa: And Polar gets his shoulder up! Is there no end to the abuse this man can take?

Zach Davis: He's just getting warmed up, Freddy.

Freddy Whoa: I told you albinos had spooky powers.

Phantasm allows himself to be pulled to his feet. But as MacNeill tries for a facelock, Polar suddenly explodes into action. Moving so fast, he's almost a blur, he grabs MacNeill's head, twists, and drops him.

Zach Davis: Swinging neckbreaker! Business is picking up!

Polar waits for Cormack to struggle upright, hits the ropes, and bounces off with a springboard dropkick. This time he doesn't waste another second; Polar drags MacNeill to a standing position, wraps an arm around his waist, lifts, and releases.

Freddy Whoa: Northern Lights!

Zach Davis: Well, technically, he calls that a Southern Lights suplex.

Freddy Whoa: Is he another one of them jive turkey Confederate types?

Zach Davis: ...No. And it looks like he's not done, yet, either! Polar's got Cormack up again, and... side scoop piledriver!

Freddy Whoa: Looks like that one took a lot out of him, though. MacNeill's got a good twenty-six pounds on the Polar Phantasm, and those repeated throws have got to take a toll.

Zach Davis: He may have one more in him, Freddy...

Sure enough, it looks like Polar is setting up another, this time applying a front facelock.

Freddy Whoa: This match has been a suplex-fest Zach, and Polar's going for yet another variant -- the fisherman! But... he's not done...?

Instead of releasing his opponent, Polar pulls a winded MacNeill to his feet again.

Zach Davis: Not by a longshot, Freddy. Fisherman's suplex into a brainbuster. ICE CAP! That's it! This is officially over!

Spanky O'Shaughnessy drops to the mat.

O'Shaughnessy: ONE... TWO...

For that brief, intervening moment, you could almost hear a pin drop.

O'Shaughnessy: THREE!!!!

The ref raises Polar's hand in victory as the audience bursts out in an uncontrollable outpouring of adulation. "Synchronicity (Part 2)" hits the speakers as the Polar Phantasm celebrates in the ring, a triumphant grin on his face.

Television Title Match
Joey Flash vs Zombie McMorris

Zach Davis: We grow ever closer to crowning a new US champion, the WCF classic advances tonight.

Freddy Whoa: But right now we have the Television title on the line. Joey Flash, one of WCFs newest prospects takes on Zombie McMorris; WCFs brawler elite.

Zach Davis: Well both men are brawlers but then again who isnt now a days but Flash seems to have some really good technical skills. It might be enough to cause the upset tonight.

Freddy Whoa: There is only one way to find out.

The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.

He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.

Freddy Whoa: He wants that belt, Zach. You can see it in his eyes.

“ Gods Gonna Cut You Down.” Hits the PA system. Buddy Roman makes his way out onto the stage with a micrphone.

Buddy Roman: Josephine, Josephine; apple of your fathers eye. How proud you must be to be standing in that ring, the world in front of you but also at the foot of your grave. Just take a good look at where you are and what those letters stand for above your head. Now you will meet the man who personifies the meaning of Wrestling Championship Federation. He is the leader of the Vapor Kings. The Coked up Mad Man, the Honey Badger. Joey Flash.. He is.. and forever will be the Television Champion... 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.

Both men stand in the middle of the ring. Flash pie faces ZMAC.ZMAC returns the favor by just pummeling Flash into the canvas. The near seven feet, near three hundred pounds, steel toed boot Honey Badger just beats Flash into the dirt.


Zach Davis: Not the best way Flash wants to start off the match.

Flash is quickly able to recover himself, rolling backwards, into a crouching position but backs up into the turnbuckle. ZMAC throws a haymaker buts its blocked and counterd with a hard right hook then staggers ZMAC. Flash grabs ZMAC and throws him into the turnbuckle.

Freddy Whoa: Now its Flashes turn to unload on the champion. He's hitting him with everything. Hooks, jabs, straights, boxing combination after boxing combination. Flash is connecting with each shot.

ZMAC throws a hand but its counterd.

Zach Davis: Sudden Flash!

ZMAC is rocked as he staggers out of the corner. Flash tries to lock in an arm bar and bring ZMAc down but ZMAC counters with a rake to the eyes. ZMAC comes back an hits a toe kick, then a full on boot to the stomach then a knee to the gut. Flash is back in the corner as ZMAC takes a turn to unload with crude over hand hammer fists, elbows and knees to the mid section. ZMAC sets flash up on the top turn buckle and sets up for a super-plex but Flash fights it off and headbutts ZMAC off the ropes and he lands with a thud.

Freddy Whoa: Flash looks unbalanced. His head might be swimming after that beat down just a moment ago.

ZMAC gets to his feet and rushes towards the turn buckle. He leaps up and hits a modified capture suplex on Flash.

Zach Davis: Flash is out in the middle of the ring.

ZMAC stalks Flash, waiting for him to get to his knees.


Zach Davis: NO! Flash sidesteps it. He goes behind ZMAC and hits a German suplex and goes right into the hat trick.

Freddy Whoa: ZMAC rolls out of the ring.

Flash gets up andwalks over to the ropes, he goes between them and tries to pull ZMAC back into the ring. ZMAC is gets on the apron as Flash struggles to pull him back through the middle rope.

Zach Davis: Flash accidentally trapped himself trapped himself between the top and middle ropes.

ZMAC slips the blade of his arm under the chin of Flash and chokes him in a side head lock. The ref doesn’t see it however as hes trying to pull the men apart and get them in the ring. ZMAC leans back, apply the pressure as Flashs body slides out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: World Tour 69' off the apron!

Both men hit the ground in a heap as ZMAC gets to his feet and climbs back into the ring.

The ref starts to count Flash out.


Zach Davis: Whats ZMAC doing?

ZMAC hits the ropes and launches himself out of the ring with a suicide dive.

Freddy Whoa: Flash catches him!


Zach Davis: Thow away suplex threw the table! ZMAC goes through the spanish announce table.

Freddy Whoa: no! The table didnt break!

Zach Davis: Thats right! Our Japanese announce team is out here tonight. Those Japanese tables never break. Botchamania is running wild!

ZMAC gets to his feet and falls over the crowd barrier behind the table. Flash gets up on the table, looking to follow ZMAC, he dives at the champion!


Freddy Whoa: Zombie Drop onto the guard rail.

ZMAC crawls over the guard rail and makes his way back towards the ring, breaking the count then rolls back out onto the floor to drag Flash back into the ring.


Zach Davis: Another Sudden Flash. ZMAC is on the floor.

Flash climbs over the guard rail and picks up ZMAC and rolls him back into the ring.

The pin..




ZMAC gets to his feet as Flash hits the ropes. ZMAC goes for a side slam but Flash counters into a an arm bar!

Zach Davis: Pain is Love!

Freddy Whoa: Flash locks in that Arm bar but ZMAC is struggling.

Zach Davis: Here comes Buddy Roman. He slips the brass kuckles into the ring as he starts to argue wit h the ref.

Flash lets go of the hold and starts arguing with the ref and Buddy Roman. ZMAC gets the knuckles on. He turns Flash around and cracks him with them. ZMAC ditches the brass as Roman gets off the ropes.

The Pin.



3 ..


Near fall. Flash kicks out.

Zach Davis: Flash somehow kicks out.

ZMAC gets to his feet. He takes out that coke vial from his pocket and snorts it.



Zach Davis: This time it connects!

Flash gets hit so hard he lands crouched in the corner again. He shakes the cob webs away as ZMAC runs at him. Flash lifts a boot then comes back with a series of piston like punches. Straight, powerfull and deadly. He nails ZMAC over and over again.

Freddy Whoa: I'm sure any one of these punches would be enough to put ANYBODY away but ZMAC is all coked up. Hes not going down.

Flash doesnt give up as he continues those shots.

Crowd: 5..6..7..

ZMAC falls to one knee.

Crowd: 8..9..10..

ZMAC on the mat.

The pin.

Crowd: one.... TWO.... THREE !!! NOO!!!

ZMAC kicks out!

ZMAC gets to his feet the same time as Flash. Flash cant believe it. Flash throws another punch but ZMAC just eats it on the chin. ZMAC steps forward.


Another shot to the chin but ZMAC steps forward.


Another shot and ZMAC adanvances.

Zach Davis: Joey can't believe it right now. And if it was anybody but ZMAC, I wouldnt be able to believe it either. Any other human being would be dead right now.

Joey tries another punch but ZMAC kicks through it. Joey is doubled over in pain.


Zach Davis: World Tour 69'!

ZMAC goes for the pin.





Freddy Whoa: Flash kicks out!

ZMAC picks up joey back to a vertical position but Flash goes begind and hits another series of German Suplexs.

Zach Davis: The Lightning Bolt! He caps it off with a spike German!

The pin...



Freddy Whoa: Hes got the tights. He wants to make sure ZMAC does kick out..

3 !!!!

Zach Davis: He's done it! We have a NEW TV CHAMPION!

Freddy Who: I can guarentee that he hasnt heard the last of ZMAC and the Vapor Kings!


Flash grabs the TV Title and quickly rolls out of the ring as his music plays. McMorris is up in a matter of seconds, livid, as Buddy Roman is already in the ring and arguing with the referee.

Freddy Whoa: It's too late, Roman! One of your precious Titles has finally slipped through your grubby little fingers!

Joey Flash backpeddles up the ramp, stil not believing he's won the belt.

Zach Davis: Joey Flash reminds me of a young Jonny Fly in a lot of ways, Freddy. And Jonny Fly made his first big splash by winning the TV Title. Could Flash capitalize in the same way? Only time will tell.

Tyson Strong Segment

It took Tyson time but he had found his way to the locker room where he was able to set down his stuff and take a moment to relax and catch his breath. It began to set in for him, he was a professional wrestler. This was the big time. He was now a Wrestling Championship Federation wrestler.

Still jittery and uneased, Tyson decided to go to the catering in the cafeteria for a sandwich and maybe some coffee to relax. It was a somewhat crowded area with different stage hands and employees taking their much deserved breaks. He approached the woman at the table.

Just give me a sandwich and a cup of coffee, black. He said and within moments the woman brought him back.

Lunch Lady: You are new, aren't you?

Tyson smiled.

Tyson Strong: What gave you your first guess?

Lunch Lady: Well I haven't seen you on TV before, first off. Second, you just seem a little out of sorts.

Tyson Strong: Very observative.

Tyson said with a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

Tyson Strong: Yeah I'm fresh out of school. Just ready to make my mark in the industry.

Lunch Lady: Well good luck.

Tyson nodded, finally a friendly face.

Tyson Strong: Thanks. I think as long as I don't step on anyone's toes then I should be fine.

Just as the last syllable slipped past Tyson's lips, the young man spun around and crashed into WCF superstar Alex Richards, the red hot coffee splashing onto Richards chest.

Tyson Strong: Oh sorry about that bud. My bad.

Richards grabbed the young wrestler by his shirt, nearly lifting him off his feet.

Alexander Richards: You are sorry?! You damn right you're sorry!

Hey! Tyson said, going on the defensive. It was just a mistake dude!

Richards pushed the young wrestler into the table behind him, sandwiches and drinks went everywhere. The attention of everyone in the cafeteria was on them.

Alexander Richards: Hey, kid, I have something for you on your new life.

Richards punched the Tyson in the face sending him backwards, rolling over the table and onto the ground. Tyson stood up, his face was killing him. It was one hell of a punch. Tyson grabbed the table and flipped it over attempting to tackle Richards. The two wrestlers began to grapple as fists and food went flying everywhere. Security and other superstars quickly descended on to the warring wrestlers, attempting to pull them apart.

Alexander Richards: Why does this always happen to me in cafeterias?

Alex screamed, trying to rip away from the security holding him back.

Tyson Strong: Jesus Christ. It was just some coffee you psycho.

Tyson said as he began to straighten himself out.

Richards began to calm himself and step out of the cafeteria, cussing and cursing the young wrestler.

One Security Guard: Maybe you should take a walk bud.

Another Security Guard: And stay away from Alex Richards.

Tyson straightened his shirt, brushed some of the food off his clothes, and stepped out of the cafeteria.

Tyson Strong: One hell of a first day.

Hardcore Title Match
Marcus Adams vs Steve Orbit

Kyle Steel: The following HARDCORE match is for the WCF HARDCORE TITLE...

“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.

Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... from Phoenix, Arizona... weighing two hundred and ten pounds... MARCUS ADAMS!

When he gets closer to the ring he gets a running starts and slides in. He gets up and goes to the nearest turnbuckle and practices his punching combos, getting himself pumped up for the match ahead.

Zach Davis: Marcus Adams has been here for a short amount of time, but he's made an impact, that's for sure.

Freddy Whoa: He's 2-0, undefeated... but this is his real test, tonight. He's been in the ring with rookies, but tonight he's facing Steve Orbit-- one of the biggest and most successful names the last few years.


The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as Buddy Roman steps out from behind the curtain, followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent... accompanied to the ring by Buddy Roman, and hailing from Oakland, California... weighing two hundred and thirty pounds... he is one half of the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... he is the HARDCORE CHAMPION... THE MACK... STEVE ORBIT!

Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, before Orbit struts towards the ring, followed by Roman, ignoring the boos from the crowd. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and strategizes with Roman in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

Zach Davis: Here is a man who truly needs no introduction.

Freddy Whoa: He spent the first half of this year as World Champion, and the second half as Hardcore Champion, picking up the Tag Team titles with fellow Vapor King Z-MAC along the way. This man has held WCF gold for nearly his entire three-year career.

Zach Davis: But tonight, he puts the Hardcore Title on the line against the number one contender-- newcomer Marcus Adams.


Orbit and Adams circle each other for a few moments before locking up. Orbit goes behind Adams with a hammerlock. Adams reverses into a waistlock. Orbit tries to elbow his way out, but Marcus tries a waistlock takedown-- he lifts Orbit off his feet, but Orbit shifts his weight and he's able to counter the move, landing back on his feet with the waistlock still applied. Orbit elbows Marcus in the face and quickly reverses into a half-nelson--

Freddy Whoa: Hooking for the Honey Dip already!

Orbit lifts Marcus for the half-nelson suplex, but Adams somehow escapes before the release and lands on his feet.

Zach Davis: What an amazing sequence to open this match!

The two men circle each other once again. They lock up, Adams puts Orbit in a side headlock. Orbit shoves Adams off and when Adams spins around... Orbit low blows him!

Zach Davis: What the heck, Orbit? Uncalled for!

Freddy Whoa: Hardcore rules, Zach. The man is trying to keep his title.

Adams doubles over, and Orbit grabs him from behind and hooks him in a half-nelson-- he executes a half-nelson suplex into the corner!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Honey Dip into the turnbuckles!

Zach Davis: Adams never had a chance. Look at that grin on Steve Orbit's face. Here's the pin, what a shame.



Zach Davis: NO! Marcus Adams kicks out!

Freddy Whoa: Even the Mack is surprised.

Orbit hits Adams with a couple of right hands, and then pins him again.



Zach Davis: Adams kicks out again!

Freddy Whoa: He's not going down without a fight. He's proving that right now.

Orbit rolls to the outside and meets with Buddy Roman. Adams slowly gets to his feet in the ring. After speaking to Buddy, Orbit searches underneath the ring... and he takes out a steel chair. He tosses it into the ring and then slides in after it, as Adams is coming to his senses. Orbit swings the chair at Adams-- Adams ducks it-- and he superkicks the chair right into Orbit's face!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Orbit stumbles back into the corner. Adams climbs the turnbuckles and begins hammering Orbit with rights and lefts. With Orbit dazed, Adams takes a few steps back-- and hits a running knee to Orbit's head! He pulls Orbit out of the corner and walks him to the center of the ring, where the steel chair is laying on the mat. Adams hits a reverse DDT onto the chair!

Zach Davis: Marcus Adams is bringing it to the Hardcore champion!

Freddy Whoa: I wasn't expecting this. I KNOW Steve Orbit wasn't expecting this.

Adams drops down and pins Orbit.



Zach Davis: Orbit gets the shoulder up!

Adams pulls Orbit up but Orbit thumbs his eye. Adams rears back, holding his face. Orbit rolls out of the ring and regroups with Buddy once again. Adams watches Orbit and Buddy, rubbing his eye. Orbit breaks from Buddy and slides back into the ring-- he's met by stomps from Adams. Adams with a series of kicks, stomps and elbows keeping Orbit from getting to his feet. With Orbit worn down, Adams grabs both of his legs and attempts to apply a Sharpshooter!

Zach Davis: Marcus Adams with a submission hold-- yes, he's got it locked in, center ring!

Freddy Whoa: If he gets Orbit to tap out... let's just say, that's a hell of a way to kick off a career here in WCF. Getting Steve Orbit to submit with the Hardcore title on the line.

Orbit struggles to make it to the ropes... the referee reminds him that under Hardcore rules, there is no rope break. Orbit screams in pain as Buddy watches from the outside.

Zach Davis: Buddy Roman has got to be concerned for his client-- er, his son, whatever.

Orbit struggles to hold on as Adams leans back, applying more pressure. Orbit starts to fade.

Freddy Whoa: Orbit may not be able to hold on much longer.

Suddenly, Buddy Roman enters the ring with Orbit's pimp cane-- he sneaks up behind Adams and CRACKS him across the back with it.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

Zach Davis: What a slimeball.

Freddy Whoa: Hardcore rules, Zach! It's all legal.

Buddy whacks Adams in the head with the cane, causing him to break the hold and fall to the mat. Buddy drops the cane and scurries out of the ring. Orbit and Adams are laid out.

Zach Davis: Buddy Roman did some damage with that cane, but Orbit has been getting worked over by Adams for a while now-- they both look out of it.

Orbit slowly gets to his feet, on shaky legs. Marcus Adams begins to stir on the mat, holding his head. He slowly gets up. Both men eye the pimp cane in the center of the ring.

Zach Davis: They both want to use that weapon!

Orbit and Adams both dive for the cane. Each man gets a hand on it and they wrestle around for it, fighting each other with their free hand. They roll around on the mat, each man trying to get an advantage and gain control of the pimp cane...

Freddy Whoa: Orbit's got it! He's got the cane!

Before Marcus can get to his feet, Orbit grabs him from behind and chokes him out with the cane.

Zach Davis: Marcus Adams is in big trouble here.

Orbit lays behind Adams on the mat, with the cane across his throat. Adams struggles to break free, trying to pry Orbit's fingers off, but he's fading fast.

Freddy Whoa: I don't think Adams has a way out.

Adams holds on for as long as he can... until he is out cold. Satisfied, Orbit rolls to his knees. The ref checks Marcus... and calls for the bell.


Zach Davis: That's it, Marcus Adams is unconscious and the ref has ended the match.

"Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z hits the PA once again.

Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit retains the Hardcore title!

Zach Davis: But Adams was not pinned, and technically he did not submit. He's got plenty of reason to argue for a rematch-- and he put up a hell of a fight tonight.

Buddy Roman joins Orbit to celebrate in the ring.

Adam Young Calls Out Pantheon

The arena goes pitch black.

Voice: I'll make you famous.

"Born Villain" by Marilyn Manson starts playing as the lights turn up slightly and smoke filters threw the entrance. Out steps Adam Young in a black Armani suit and dress shirt with a purple tie on. The fans begin the "BTJ" chant as he walks towards the ring carrying a briefcase. He climbs into the ring calling for a mic.

Adam Young: Indianapolis the home of fakest football team of all time the Colts. Now where I come from we have America's Team the five time Super Bowl champions also known as the Dallas Cowboys. Now like the Cowboys I'm meant for championships. Theres one person in WCF walking around what should of been mine years ago, the Internet championship. So Jayson Price I'm out here to make it public that for a once in a life time offer of twenty thousand dollars you can go ahead and hand over that championship to me. If you refuse this one time offer your life in WCF will be over faster than a bottle of Ripple is around Doc Henry. You have one week to decide your fate. Take the money or risk living the rest of your life in a wheel chair courtesy of the Villain Adam Young.

Adam starts to walk out of the ring but turns back towards the middle of the ring.

Adam Young: Corey Black you and I sir have a date with destiny real soon, real soon. Finish your business with that yellow bellied egg sucking dog Torture and then we shall finish ours. I got a hit list and your public enemy number one. I'll make you famous.

"Born Villain" starts playing as Adam Young leaves the ring headed back towards the back with his trademark icey stare.

ICE Beckman vs Jahani al-Reb

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

Kyle Steel: From Baghdad, Iraq, weighing in at 247 pounds, JAHANI ALLLLLLL-REB!!!

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

Zach Davis: And after a long hiatus, Jahani al-Reb makes his return to the ring.

Freddy Whoa: He's done a few impressive things, but after War, he seemed to disappear for a little bit. Perhaps he can turn things around here.

Zach Davis: And that'll be a tall order. While this is a non-title match, al-Reb faces World Champion ICE Beckman, who did not have any kind words for al-Reb.

Freddy Whoa: I don't think anybody has any nice words for al-Reb here tonight.

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

Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, from Foam Lake, Wisconsin. Weighing in at 250lbs. He is the WCF WORLD CHAMPION...Natural ICE Beckman!!

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

Zach Davis: And here he comes! Drinking beer! Slapping hands with fans! Beckman can easily be one of the most popular WCF Champions in recent memory!

Freddy Whoa: I don't like to agree with you on much, but this is one subject that we both share the same view. ICE has been on fire since he's arrived in WCF.

Zach Davis: Both men are standing in the middle of the ring. Both exchanging some words. Probably something about cookies. But its getting heated!

Freddy Whoa: And the bell rings as both men start slugging it out in the middle of the ring! Neither men giving up any ground!

Zach Davis: Both men are almost equal in physical matching, and al-Reb strikes first! Clawhold STO on Beckman!

Freddy Whoa: Beckman escapes the claw, and he's back on his feet! al-Reb gets to his feet, and he gets a German Suplex for his trouble! Beckman's back on the attack, and drops a knee across the chest of al-Reb! He's now pulling him up to his feet!

Zach Davis: And Beckman whips al-Reb into the ropes, and al-Reb connects with a crossbody block! He hooks the leg!



Freddy Whoa: And a kickout! al-Reb rains down a few rights and lefts on Beckman! And now he's maneuvering for a cross armbar!

Zach Davis: And Beckman reaches the ropes! al-Reb is still locking on the move! Referee is counting!





Zach Davis: And al-Reb lets go! Kicking Beckman in the process!

Freddy Whoa: Its still fairly early, but al-Reb is holding his own against Beckman here tonight! Perhaps that time off has done his in ring abilities some good.

Zach Davis: Well he has had some success here, mostly against Murdock, and he likes to wave that flag. But he seemed to almost mail it in at War, which prompted WCF to take him off the card for awhile. It looks to be a good call now, as al-Reb still has control of the World Champ.

Freddy Whoa: And al-Reb is pulling ICE to his feet... And ICE with a swinging neckbreaker out of NOWHERE! So much for al-Reb maintaining control...

Zach Davis: And ICE drives his head into the fallen al-Reb, and now he's setting him up between his legs, ICE lifts him up...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Looked like ICE was going for The Beer Bong, and al-Reb somehow stopped the momentum! al-Reb with a hurricanranna! The fans are booing wildly!

Zach Davis: He must've gouged ICE or something, but he's back in control with a crossface chickenwing! And ICE is forcing himself towards the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: al-Reb releases the hold, and he just bitch slaps ICE in the middle of the ring!

Zach Davis: ICE goes down! And al-Reb going for the Arab Deathlock!

Freddy Whoa: NO! ICE breaks free and takes down al-Reb! COCKTAILED CROSSFACE!

Zach Davis: How long can he hold out? al-Reb is now making his own move towards the ropes...

Freddy Whoa: ICE breaks the hold, and drags al-Reb further into the ring, and the Cocktailed Crossface is back on...

Zach Davis: It's over! al-Reb is tapping! ICE wins this non-title bout, and Kyle Steel with the results...

Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, your result for the match. Natural ICE Beckman wins by submission!

Zach Davis: And the fans are cheering wildly for this one. Jahani al-Reb is on his feet and chastising Beckman! What stones on this guy...

Freddy Whoa: Well, someday he may make an impact, but not today, and not against ICE Beckman. Moving on...

But al-Reb starts swinging on ICE, and ICE starts firing back lefts and rights of his own. al-Reb rears back and tries to slap ICE, but this time, ICE counters with a Hangover DDT for al-Reb's troubles...

Zach Davis: Wow! Iceman just cometh all over Jahani al-Reb...

Freddy Whoa: Eww...

Bobby Cairo vs Alex Richards

Freddy Whoa: We've had a great show tonight and we're closing in on our WCF Classic tournament brackets.

Zach Davis: Absolutely. We are one step closer to crowning a NEW US champion. However, before that we have Alex Richards taking on Bobby Cairo.

Freddy Whoa: And what an upset it would be if Alex Richards beats the number one contender for the WCF World title. It'd be a great win for The Pack.

Zach Davis: Indeed it would.

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.

Announcer: 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.

Freddy Whoa: Richards is a big, big man.

Zach Davis: He might pose an issue for Cairo but Cairo is an old vet.

Freddy Whoa: True but I bet that Richards wants this win more than Cairo does.

The ominous cowbell of anarchy hits the PA system and the crowd jumps to its feet and begins to chant--


"Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine kicks into gear. A spotlight singles out "The Godfather of Professional Wrestling" Bobby Cairo as he makes his way through the crowd. The fans react with a loud cheer and chant even louder--


The "BO-LIEVE IN BOBBY CAIRO!" signs are out in full force as Bobby slaps hands with his supporters, gropes tits and asses, and generally makes a spectacle of himself while navigating his way through the audience. Cairo reaches the fan barrier, hops over it and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans, soliciting another loud cheer, before hopping down and readying himself for the match.

Freddy Whoa: Well this is do or die for Alex Richards. He can really boost him and his stable if he can beat Bobby Cairo.

Zach Davis: We'll see in a few minutes.


Cairo and Richards meet in the middle of the ring and lock up with a collar and elbow tie up/ Cairo is able to slip behind Richards but Richards is able to flip him over in a modified hip toss and kicks Cairo with a stiff boot to the chest. Cairo clutches at his chest as Richards continues the assault. Cairo is able to get to his feet as Richard irish whips him into the ropes. Richards ducks for a back body drop but Cairo flips over for a sunset flip.

Freddy Whoa: Cairo cant seem to bring Richards over.

Zach Davis: Richards trying to keep his balance.

Richards tries to crush Cairo with a big whoopsy but Cairo moves out of the way in time. Both men get back to their feet as Cairo hits an eye rake into a face wash. Richards staggers away but turns around into a super kick.

Freddy Whoa: Richards still isnt off his feet.

Cairo starts with knife edge chops but Richards returns with more of his own. Cairo clutches at him self in pain as Richards grabs him for a bear hug. Cairo tries to peel himself away but Richards grip is too strong.

Zach Davis: Cairo with those headbutts, trying to shake himself loose.

Richards lets go as Cairo kicks him in the gut then hits the ropes for a spring board leg lariet.

Freddy Whoa: Cairo misses the lariet.

Richards picks Cairo up by the collar and sets him up for a stalling suplex.

Zach Davis: Brain buster by Richards.

The pin.




Zach Davis: Cairo kicks out at two.

Richards gets to his feet and picks Cairo up and grapples him. Cairo fights his way out with knees to the gut into an atomic drop then scoops Richards up for a death valley driver!

Freddy Whoa: Death Valley Driver connects!

Cairo with the pin




Both men to their feet again as they start exchanging blows but Richards gains the advantage with those heavy hands. He rattles Cairo and gets him up against the top rope. Richards runs off the oppisite ropes, looking for a clothesine but Cairo with the low bridge; Richards is dumped out to the floor.

Zach Davis: Cairo talking with the ref now, saying that Richards had closed fists.

Freddy Whoa: Whats Bolts Quakenbush doing?

Zach Davis: He's got Alex Richards up... Cutthroat Piledriver!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: And Bolts just slinks away like nothing happened.

Cairo turns away and heads out of the ring on the other side from Richards. Richards starts to get up as Cairo round the corner but gets taken out by a meat hook clothesline by Richards! Richards picks up Cairo and throws him into the barricade.


Richards goes for a punch but its blocked by Cairo who retunrs a few shots of his own before hooking Richards into a suplex.

Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo hanging Richards out to dry on the barricade.

Richards falls to the floor on the ring side as Cairo starts laying the boots to him. Richards gets to his feet as he pushes Cairo away, warping his hands around him and connect with a two handed choke slam to the outside.


Richards goes back into the ring and breaks the count before rolling back outside to stay on Cairo. Richards walks into Cairo who scoops him up for a Samoan drop then starts kicking away at Richards again.

Zach Davis: Cairo heading for the top rope. I think hes going for a moonsault.

Cairo tries for the moonsault as Richards gets to his feet.

Freddy Whoa: Caught! The Power of Alex Richards!

Zach Davis: And Richards just slams the back of Bobby Cairo into the steel post before dumping him back into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Richards lifts Cairo up. I think hes going for the Zim-Quilla Hangover!

Zach Davis: He hits it!

The pin



3 !!!


Zach Davis: Bobby Cairo with the shoulder up!

Richards picks up Cairo again and choke tosses him into the corner. Richards goes for a running spear but Cairo moves out of the way. Richards recovers as Cairo charges at him but Richards leans in with a should to the gut. Cairo is doubled over as Richards goes for a choke slam.

Zach Davis: Cairo floats over.

Cairo turns Richards around but gets scooped up for a press slam!

Freddy Whoa: Richards going for the Unconcious Truth!

Zach Davis: NO! Cairo is able to shove himself off. Richards turn around!


Freddy Whoa: Richards goes down.

Zach Davis: Cairo locks on the Cairopractor!

Freddy Whoa: Richards is struggling but hes got a long way to go before he reaches the ropes. Can he hang on?

Zach Davis: NO! Richards taps out to the Cairopractor!

Freddy Whoa: No shame in that. Richards put up a good fight but Cairo was just able to get the better of him tonight.

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Roy Speede vs Chase Michaels vs Jayson Price

Zach Davis: And it's time for the first of our two WCF Classic Semi-Final Matches!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa!

"Face Everything And Rise"" 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 Steel: 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.

Zach Davis: And there's Chase Michaels, one week removed from a rather controversial no contest in his match against Jayson Price last week. Seth really seemed eager to end that match before anyone could get the pin, wouldn't you say?

Freddy Whoa: Some people have said Seth has taken a shine to Chase Michaels, others have said that it was purely done to keep Price from winning. I don't know which to believe, but it seemed rather obvious that Seth had some ulterior motives.

Zach Davis: Well let's hope tonight's match goes off without a hitch.






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 the crowd waits for Roy Speede to come out. Except he never does. The music continues to play as the words on the jumbotron are erased and replaced with a live feed of the backstage area. Roy Speede is attempting to go through the curtain but a stagehand sweeping the floor keeps getting in front of him.

Zach Davis: What's this?

The music cuts as we can hear a frustrated Speede trying to get past.

Roy Speede: Hey, boudle, get the hell out of the way.

The stagehand continues to sweep, bee-bopping to the music in his headphones. Frustrated, Speede pulls the headphones from the man's head and Taylor Swift's "Shake It Off" can be heard.

Roy Speede: What's the big idea? I have a match to get to!

Stagehand: No hablo ingles.

Roy Speede: Well maybe you'll hablo this!

Speede grabs the broom from the stage hand and cocks it back, ready to hit him with it, when suddenly it's pulled from his hands. A confused Speede turns around and catches a broom handle to the forehead. The camera pans over to a grinning Jayson Price, who tosses the broken broom handle to the side and flashes the stagehand a thumbs up.

Jayson Price: Thanks for the solid Manny.

Stagehand: You owe me new broom!

Jayson Price: Yeah well, shit happens.

Speede gets to his feet, holding on to his forehead, and Price pulls him in before dropping him with a Downfall onto the concrete. The crowd boos as Price gets to his feet, brushes himself off and heads for the curtain.

Zach Davis: Roy Speede is down! What does this mean for the match?

Freddy Whoa: I don't know!

All of the lights in the arena drop as "Explosia" by Gojira kicks in over the arena speakers. Price steps out onto the stage, an especially large grin on his face as he makes his way down the ramp. He rolls in under the bottom rope and springs up to his feet as the referee moves to keep Michaels back. Price heads over to his corner and leans back against the turnbuckles as his music fades out.

Zach Davis: Well what now?

The referee looks to the stage, waiting to see if Speede is going to come out, before shrugging his shoulders and signaling for the bell.


The bell sounds and both Price and Michaels come out of their corners and circle each other up. They tie-up in the center of the ring, fighting for control. Michaels ends up getting Price from behind and tries for a German suplex. Price with the block and then the counter, catching Chase with a snapmare. Price now grabbing Michaels by the head and whipping him backward, bouncing his head off the mat. Price with a bit of showboating as he plays up the crowd's boos.

Zach Davis: Well despite the unwarranted attack on Roy Speede a few minutes earlier, we have a WCF Classic Semi-Final match going on here.

Freddy Whoa: A Hardcore match nonetheless!

Zach Davis: That's right! Last week when he announced this match, Seth said he wanted to see a Hardcore match for the ages. Let's see if these two can deliver that without Speede, one of the longest reigning Hardcore Champions in history.

Michaels getting up to his feet and Price cuts him off before pulling him in for a suplex. Michaels with the block and counters with a roll-up.


Price quick to kick out as both men scramble to get to their feet first. Michaels up before Price and he goes on the offensive with right hands. Price backed up to the ropes as Michaels continues to hammer away at him. From out of nowhere it's Price with a rake of the eyes before he drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos as Price waves them off.

Zach Davis: Sometimes I swear he wants the crowd to eat him alive.

Price lifts up the apron and goes under the ring in search of a weapon. He drags a table out and lifts it up, intending to slide it into the ring, when Michaels hits a baseball slide into the table, smacking it off of Price's face. Price knocked back into the barricade as Michaels pulls himself up and steps out onto the apron. Price pushes himself off the barricade and Michaels dives off the apron, catching Price flush in the face with his knee and dropping him.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a knee!

Michaels now going under the apron and he comes out with a steel chair. He eyes up Price as he tries to get up and slams the chair across his back. Price drops back to the ground as Michaels tosses the chair to the side and goes back under the ring. This time he comes out with a cookie sheet. Price sits up, looking a bit disheveled, and Michaels winds up before slamming it into the side of Price's head.

Zach Davis: A few more shots like that and we may end up seeing Price going back to having two personalities.

Price wobbles but remains upright until Michaels hits him across the other side of the head, bending the cookie sheet in half. Price falls over and Michaels turns and eyes up the steel steps. Michaels walks over to them and pulls off the top half as Price tries to push himself up. Price gets upright and Michaels takes a step forward before launching the steps at Price's head. Price ducks the steps and they smack off the ring post behind him. Price back up and Michaels catches him with a running superman punch to the jaw. Price falls facefirst onto the steel steps and Michaels gets on him, locking him in a crossface.

Freddy Whoa: Crossface!

Zach Davis: But it's not going to do any good if Price taps! It needs to be in the ring!

The referee yells out to Michaels that he needs to get Price in the ring but Michaels isn't letting up as Price begins to slap the steps, trying to tap out. Michaels continue to apply pressure with the hold until Price stops tapping and he goes limp. Michaels releases the hold and shoves Price's body off of the steps before getting to his feet. The referee gestures to Michaels to bring it into the ring and Michaels waves him off. Chase now grabbing the table from the ground and he slides it under the bottom rope. He grabs the steel chair from ringside and tosses it in as well.

Zach Davis: Chase Michaels could have ended this match by now but it looks like he's not even close to done. Is this all about showing the dominance of The Pack?

Freddy Whoa: Or it could be personal. Price has said some rather unflattering things about Chase recently, as well as The Pack.

Chase turns his attention back to Price and pulls him up to his feet before rolling him into the ring. Chase slides in and, as Price tries to pull himself up using the ropes, Chase busies himself with setting up the table. Price is up and Chase goes after him. Chase tries for another superman punch but Price ducks it. Price with the roll up.


Chase quick to kickout and he gets to his feet while Price is slower to get up. Chase goes for the Chaser but Price shoves him off. Michaels stumbles forward but stops himself before he runs into the table. Chase turns around and it's Price with a cutter of his own.

Freddy Whoa: Downfall!

Price starts to crawl toward Michaels for the pin when from out of nowhere "Hear Me Now" hits the speakers. The crowd pops as Roy Speede comes staggering out from the back, one hand holding his bandaged forehead and the other dragging a trash can full of weapons.


Freddy Whoa: And he looks pissed!

Price looks shocked to see Speede coming down the ramp and quickly throws a hand on Chase's chest for the pin.




Zach Davis: KICKOUT!

Speede reaches ringside and throws the trashcan and it's contents into the ring before sliding into the ring. Price tries to get to his feet but Speede tackles him right back down. Speede to his feet and he drops an elbow right across the face. Speede now on his knees, hammering at Price's face with right hands. Speede back up to his feet and he stomps down on Price's chest before turning his attention to the stuff he brought with him. Roy turns the can upside down and dumps out everything before grabbing a light tube. Price is stirring and starts to sit up when Roy breaks the light tube over the back of Price's head. Blood begins running from Price's head as Speede turns to grab another weapon. Chase, still partially out of it from the Downfall, sees Price laid out and crawls on top of him for the pin.



But Speede breaks it up with a stomp to Chase's back before pushing him off. Roy, with a kendo stick in hand, rolls Price over onto his stomach and puts him in a modified camel clutch, choking Price with the stick. Price gasping for air as he tries to get free.

Freddy Whoa: Will he tap?

Price looks ready to tap when Chase dives into Roy, knocking him backward. Price rolls away from them both, coughing up blood as he tries to recover. Speede and Chase both up to their feet and they begin arguing, both men pointing at Price and telling the other to back off. Speede with a right hand. Chase with a right hand. They lock up and Speede gets the better of Chase before whipping Chase into the ropes. Chase comes back and Speede lifts him up and over with a back body drop. Chase somehow lands on his feet and steadies himself before running into the table. Speede hits the ropes behind him and runs straight at Chase before hitting him with a running connector. Chase driven through the table as the crowd pops but can't seem to settle on a chant.


Speede up to his feet as Chase is left rolling in the debris of the table, holding his chest and ribs. Speede goes for the pin when from out of nowhere he gets spun around by Price. Price with a chair in hand and he drives it into Speede's ribs. Price now drops the chair to the mat and he wraps up Speede before hitting him with a Downfall onto the chair. Price with the pin attempt.




Freddy Whoa: KICKOUT!

The crowd come unglued as Price sits up, shocked that anyone could kick out of that. Speede still down as Price crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up. Price looks to the corner and scales the turnbuckles. He gets to the top and leaps off with a moonsault.

Zach Davis: WTF Maneuver!

But Speede had it scouted and bounces up in time to catch Price on his shoulders.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!


Zach Davis: Extra impact from Price's momentum! Speede hits it!

Speede drops down and pins Price, hooking the leg.





Speede's music hits as he struggles to his feet.

Zach Davis: Not taking anything away from Speede, but given the names in this tournament, I'm not sure if we expected him to make it to the finals... but The Silver Lining has proven us wrong!

Speede gets his arm raised.

Freddy Whoa: Speede has always been a force to be reckoned with when he puts his mind to it, Zach. And he's been proving it in the WCF Classic.

Zach Davis: But who will he face in the finals? We find out... next!

WCF Classic Tournament Match
Kaz Mazy vs Deuce Murdock

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! We’re coming to you live from the Bankers Life Fieldhouse at The Crossroads of America here in Indianapolis, Indiana!

Zach Davis: What an exciting night it’s been so far and we still have an explosive main event coming up!

Freddy Whoa: This match will determine who goes to the finals of the WCF Classic Tournament…with bragging rights and the United States Championship on the line!!!

“To Be The Best” by Tenacious D begins to blare throughout the arena to a pop from the crowd as Bolts Quackenbush steps out waving the Old Glory Poon Guinnean Flag with the hammer and sickle and the fifty stars and thirteen bars! “The Poondock Saint” Kaz Mazy leaps out from behind the curtain to a large pop, a kendo stick sheathed on his back, and stands on the stage. The crowd is going nuts for this old school duo, jumpin’ up and down and partyin’ like its 1988 n’ shit.

Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall with the winner advancing to the finals of the WCF CLASSIC TOURNAMENT!!!

The crowd pops.

Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring…from The People’s Republic of Poon Guinnea…he is one half of The Poondock Saints…KAAAAZ MAAAAAAAAAAZY!

Kaz runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, uberthick-like, to a large pop from the crowd. He moves to the corner and leans against the ropes before awaiting his opponent and the start of the match. Bolts stands on the outside of the ring, that flag still unwavering as he motorboats a set of titties in the front row.

Zach Davis: Last week on Slam, Kaz Mazy advanced in this classic tournament by putting down a member of The Pack!

Freddy Whoa: But don’t forget…later that night, The Pack was tryna’ gangbang Bobby Cairo and Kaz was like “Naw…I ain’t gonna stand for that shit.”

Zach Davis: Kaz might pay the price for that tonight…he better watch his back with The Pack on the loose.

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. Deuce Murdock walks onto the stage – American flag in hand and Eric Price in tow - and looks around the crowd as they cheer wildly. He then breaks into a light jog to the ring.

Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, via The Borderland…Weighing in at 228 pounds…DEEUUUUUUCE MUUUURDOOOOOOCKKK!

Zach Davis: Here’s another man who is no stranger to The Pack’s style of beatdowns…

Freddy Whoa: Yes…but they inadvertently saved his life at the same time.

Zach Davis: That’s true, I suppose. The doctors were able to find an operable form of cancer…so by beating down Deuce, they put him in the very same hospital bed where they were able to find this and put a stop to it.

Freddy Whoa: I guess Deuce should be thanking The Pack then…

Zach Davis: Well…he might not be thanking them if they show their faces at ringside tonight.

Deuce – that thick cocked American – walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring, that American flag flowing in the wind. He walks up to Kaz, then turns and waves the flag to a large pop from the Indiana crowd. Kaz turns to Bolts and trades his kendo stick for the Poon Guinnean flag. Kaz moves to the middle of the ring and waves the PG flag to another massive pop from the crowd. Deuce steps forward and waves the American flag again to another pop from the crowd.

Freddy Whoa: This capacity crowd is going insane for this display!

Zach Davis: They love it!

Kaz waves the PG flag again as Deuce continues to wave the American flag. Back and forth this goes until the two finally turn and face each other and the crowd pops even louder.

Freddy Whoa: They’re ready to get this one started!

Zach Davis: Everyone – me included – wants to see who’s going to the finals of the WCF Classic!!!

They each move and hand off their flags to their respective managers and turn to face the each other once again.

Freddy Whoa: These two have met in the ring once before, so they aren’t strangers to each other’s styles…but also, there’s word that these two have both been training harder than normal.

Zach Davis: They wanna win this tournament! This should make for an exciting match-up between these two! It’s kind of strange how these two fought in Kaz’s debut and now it’s coming full circle here tonight…

Freddy Whoa: Can it nerd! This match is about to start!

The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. Kaz and Deuce begin to circle each other in the ring, testing the waters and seeing if the other is going to strike first…but they both strike first, locking up in a collar and elbow tie up in the center of the ring. Kaz drops to his knees and ends up behind Deuce. He trips him up and locks him in a leg lock…but it’s the wrong leg. Deuce plants his foot into Kaz’s face and the two separate. Kaz charges Deuce…but gets an arm drag. Deuce keeps his arm locked up, but Kaz wiggles free and crawls quickly to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: This is going to be technical…low down and dirty on the mat.

Deuce walks towards Kaz…and eats a recovery elbow to the face. Kaz plants his kickpad into Deuce’s side…his thigh…his arm…anywhere the kickpad will land, Kaz plants it. He irish whips Deuce into the corner and charges after him…

Zach Davis: PLANCHA!

They both bound off the turnbuckle as Kaz climbs to the top, launching off with a moonsault…and lands perfectly on Deuce. They both hit the mat and Kaz hooks the leg for the pin.


Zach Davis: But a kickout after one!

Freddy Whoa: Kaz is going to have to do a lot more than that to put Deuce down…and vice versa. This one is gonna be sick!

Kaz lifts Deuce to his feet and rolls Deuce with a snapmare. He hooks his knee into Deuce’s back and wrenches the hold. Deuce struggles for a minute before getting the knee out of his back and planting the back of his head into Kaz’s face, knocking Kaz away. Deuce scrambles to his feet as Kaz charges him for a clothesline…but Deuce dodges it. Kaz bounces off the roeps and comes back to eat a high knee from Deuce!

Zach Davis: KAZ GOES DOWN!

Freddy Whoa: Deuce is going for the pin!



Freddy Whoa: Barely a two count!

Deuce stands and stomps Kaz a few times before going for another pinfall.



Kaz’s shoulder flies up again, breaking up the pin. Deuce goes for another stomp…but Kaz rolls away and trips Deuce again, this time locking in the figure four…but Deuce gets his hand on the rope! Kaz looks frustrated as he stands to his feet, but quickly shakes the look away.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Kaz has something on his mind in the ring tonight!

Zach Davis: He better shake it off before Deuce gets one over on him.

Deuce is standing to his feet…and Kaz plants his foot into his head with an enziguiri! Kaz pulls Deuce away from the ropes and climbs the top turnbuckle…

Freddy Whoa: He’s signaling!


Kaz leaps off with his signature corkscrew shooting star press…but Deuce rolls out of the way! Kaz stumbles to his feet and turns around…



Deuce plants a stumbling Kaz to the mat with a shoulder tackle and drops down with a leg drop, driving that prosthetic into Kaz’s throat. He hooks Kaz’s leg for the pin.



Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Shoulder up!

Deuce lifts Kaz to his feet and pulls him to the turnbuckle, lifting him up into the air and driving him face first into the turnbuckle. As Kaz stumbles for a moment, Deuce lifts him up and drives him down into the mat with a spinebuster! He instantly locks legs with Kaz and flips him over in a Texas cloverleaf!

Freddy Whoa: Deuce has it locked in tight!

Bolts stands at the side of the ring, motioning for Kaz to move towards the ropes. Eric cheers on Deuce as he wrenches even harder on the cloverleaf!

Zach Davis: Kaz has to get to the ropes!

Kaz moves an inch at a time trying to get to the ropes, bring his hand to his face every so often from the sheer agony the hold has him in. He crawls…Deuce wrenches…Kaz inches closer to the rope, his fingers barely grazing…Deuce wrenches…

Freddy Whoa: HE GOT IT!

Zach Davis: KAZ GOT THE ROPES!!!

Freddy Whoa: Deuce had that hold locked in tight!

Kaz rolls out to the apron as Deuce lets go of the hold. Deuce stands and moves towards Kaz on the apron, lifting him by the hair on the outside of the apron…but Kaz hits Deuce in the gut with a shoulder tackle, knocking Deuce back to the center of the ring…Kaz jumps to the top rope and springboards off in a front flip!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! COLD SUN!


Deuce falls to the ground and Kaz falls on him, attempting the pin.





Deuce kicks out to a loud pop from the crowd. Kaz squints, making sure that really just happened. He rolls off of Deuce.

Zach Davis: This one continues!

The two start getting to their feet, albeit slowly, and they lock up in the center of the ring again. Deuce uses his strength to push Kaz to the turnbuckle. He goes for a short arm clothesline…but Kaz ducks and nails Deuce with a forearm, kick, kick, kick…Deuce grabs Kaz’s leg and brings his elbow down hard on it and Kaz falls to the mat holding his injured leg. Deuce moves in to capitalize, wrapping Kaz’s leg up in a leg lock. He pushes off of Kaz’s knee with his foot, wrenching the hold…but Kaz wiggles and writhes and grabs the ropes again. Deuce holds it for a second but releases the hold. Kaz begins to crawl away…but Deuce pulls Kaz back in. He wraps Kaz’s leg up again…but Kaz shifts side to side and brings his foot up into Deuce’s chest, knocking him back into the ropes. Kaz charges Deuce…but Deuce flips Kaz over the ropes. Kaz lands on the apron…and brings his foot up high into Deuce’s head.

Zach Davis: Deuce is going through a loop right now!

Freddy Whoa: Can Kaz capitalize?

Kaz climbs to the top of the turnbuckle…but Deuce recuperates. He jumps in the air…


Zach Davis: Deuce hits that move on Kaz, who’s still up on the top turnbuckle!

Kaz hits rictus on the top turnbuckle and falls stiff as a body to the mat. Deuce covers him for the pin…




Freddy Whoa: NO! NOT YET!


Freddy Whoa: How did he do it?!

Zach Davis: Both Deuce and Kaz want to win this. There’s no losing side to it. There’s only win, and the drive to do it!

Freddy Whoa: Deuce is right back on the attack.

Deuce drops his knee onto Kaz’s injured leg, then stands and proceeds to stomp it.

Freddy Whoa: Stomp after stomp on that injured leg!

Kaz crawls once again to the apron, where Bolts awaits to give him some thick advice. Kaz stands to his feet and Deuce moves to hit Kaz with a punch, knocking him upside the head. Kaz answers with a punch of his own. Deuce with a punch. Kaz with a punch. Deuce hits Kaz with a hard right, sending Kaz through a loop. Deuce pulls Kaz through the ropes and hits him with a DDT off the ropes, driving Kaz’s head into the mat. Deuce moves behind him and drops an elbow into Kaz’s injured leg, hurting it even more.

Freddy Whoa: Deuce is doing the smart thing by working Kaz’s leg. He’s keeping him grounded and putting the hurt on em.

Zach Davis: That leg could spell curtains for Kaz.

Crowd: LETS GO MAZY!!! (clapclapclapclapclap) LETS GO GONZO!!! (clapclapclapclapclap) LETS GO MAZY!!! (clapclapclapclapclap) LETS GO GONZO!!! (clapclapclapclapclap)

Zach Davis: The crowd is eating this match up Freddy!

Deuce lifts Kaz to his feet…and eats an elbow to the gut! Kaz hits the back of Deuce’s leg with a sharp kick, dropping Deuce to his knees. He then begins to plant kick after kick into Deuce’s chest…but Deuce grabs Kaz’s leg and whips him away. Deuce is standing as Kaz bounces off the ropes and hits Deuce with a lariat, knocking them both to the ground as the crowd goes wild.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know who hit who. They’re both on the ground.

Zach Davis: The referee’s starting his count…




They both stir.




Deuce to his knees.


Kaz gets to the ropes and starts standing, stumbling a bit.



They’re both standing now, stopping the refs count.

Freddy Whoa: These two almost took each other to the limit!

Zach Davis: What a main event! What a tournament!

Deuce and Kaz are now in opposite turnbuckles…but Kaz charges and hits Deuce with a dropkick! He runs back to his turnbuckle and comes back at Deuce with another dropkick! He charges up again and flies back towards Deuce…eating a hard clothesline for his trouble!

Freddy Whoa: Down goes Kaz!

Zach Davis: Cover him Deuce!

Deuce hooks his leg for the pin.





Kaz looks like he’s down…but the crowd goes insane as Kaz kips up to his feet.

Zach Davis: Where did that come from?! How did he do that?

Deuce is still lying on the ground as Kaz leaps off with a splash…but Deuce brings his leg up and hits Kaz in the leg midair, dropping Kaz down to the ground. Kaz holds his leg in agony as Deuce wraps him up with yet another figure four leglock.

Freddy Whoa: Deuce is wrenching that figure four!

Zach Davis: Eric Price is going nuts!

Freddy Whoa: Kaz needs to get to the ropes!

Kaz struggles, reaching for the ropes… and he makes it!

Zach Davis: SO CLOSE!

The ref forces Deuce to let go of the hold, which he does. Deuce backs off as Kaz slowly stumbles to his feet, favoring his leg.

Freddy Whoa: The damage may be done, Zach. The damage may be done.

Deuce runs at Mazy and Mazy catches him and uses all the strength he has.


KAZ HITS IT! Deuce bumps halfway across the ring and seeing his advantage, Kaz marches to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs to the top.

Freddy Whoa: Kaz Mazy going high risk here.. is he thinking Cold Sun!?


Zach Davis: COLD SUN!


Freddy Whoa: MAZY HITS THE MAT!, and his leg buckles! The previously weakened leg of Mazy buckles!

Before Mazy can fall down Deuce scoops him up and then drops him.


Deuce drops across Mazy.




Freddy Whoa: Deuce did it!

Zach Davis: He’s going to the finals! He’s on the last step to the United States Championship!

Freddy Whoa: But what a surprise showing from both of these guys here tonight! They both wanted it bad!

Eric Price slides into the ring and raises a beaten Deuce Murdock’s hand into the air as “Born in the U.S.A.” by Bruce Springsteen begins to play throughout the arena. Kaz nurses his injured leg as he uses the turnbuckle to climb to his feet. He struggles to stand as Deuce moves towards him in the corner, holding out his hand for a shake. Kaz looks at his hand, then back to Deuce…he shakes Deuce’s hand and the crowd goes insane!

Freddy Whoa: These two have earned each other’s respect here tonight.

Deuce pulls Kaz out of the corner and holds his hand up as well to another massive pop from the crowd.

Zach Davis: Kaz’s chance at the WCF Classic Tournament win may be over…but he’ll have another chance at gold yet!

Freddy Whoa: These guys are the future of WCF, Zach, and the future is now.

Kaz slides out of the ring and lets Deuce and Price finish their celebration as he and Bolts move up the ramp and to the back.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Doc Henry vs Seifer Black vs Tom Joad vs Bryan Worthy

Steve Orbit/Polar Phantasm Segment

Hardcore Alex vs Tyson Strong vs Xander Kincaid

Oblivion/Ace Slaughter Segment

People's Title Contendership Match: Occulo vs Taz Taylor vs Ryan Blake

Factory Black Segment

Night Rider/Denise D'Evil vs Factory Black

Steve Orbit And Friends Segment

Oblivion/Ultimate Destroyer vs Ace Slaughter/Johnny Reb

Isaac Salinger Segment

Cormack MacNeill vs The Polar Phantasm

Television Title Match: Joey Flash vs Zombie McMorris

Tyson Strong Segment

Hardcore Title Match: Marcus Adams vs Steve Orbit

Adam Young Calls Out Pantheon

ICE Beckman vs Jahani al-Reb

Bobby Cairo vs Alex Richards

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Roy Speede vs Chase Michaels vs Jayson Price

WCF Classic Tournament Match: Kaz Mazy vs Deuce Murdock


Of The Week

WCF Classic Tournament Finalists
Joey Flash vs Zombie McMorris



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