Hank Brown is walking down a hallway at a steady pace, muttering something to himself.
Hank Brown: I need to hurry. Hurry I must. This needs to get to the right hands.
Not looking back, Hank Brown continues to shuffle down the hallway, almost crashing into several people. Apologizing as he continues his trek down the hall.
Hank Brown: I hope I can find....
The sloppy interviewer walks past a lockerroom that had a door open. Johnny Reb was talking with The Monster Oblivion. Hank stops and quickly steps back and quickly turns his head to the left, noticing a cameraman eating. Hank loud whispers to the cameraman.
Hank Brown: PSST!! Hey... can you come here, please.
The cameraman holds up his sandwich.
Hank Brown: I know you're eating but I need a cameraman at this moment and you're the only one around.
The camera takes another bite of his sandwich and then sighs before grabbing his camera. The cameraman walks towards Hank.
Hank Brown: Okay just stay behind me and whatever you do just don't stop recording.
As Johnny Reb and Oblivion continues to talk, Hank Brown walks in. Oblivion turns IT's head and sees Hank Brown walking into the lockerroom.
With IT's massive forearm under the chin of Hank Brown, whose feet are slightly dangling off the lockerroom floor, the Monster screams out....
Oblivion: WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN THIS LOCKERROOM?! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?!
Johnny Reb: Don't look at me. I'm not gonna help you. You got yourself in this situation.
Hank Brown: Before you pummel me into a bloody puddle, there is something you might wanna see...
Hank Brown pulls out his tablet and proceeds to show both Oblivion and Johnny Reb and YouTube message from "Superstar" Ace Slaughter.
Slaughter is standing in the Mustang Island Park on Mustang Island at the complete East end of Corpus Christi, Texas.
Ace Slaughter: Oblivion, you call yourself a monster. But, all you are ending up doing is exposing yourself as a coward. I defeated you at Helloween in that horrific Scaffold Cage match. But, of course like usual you attacked me, after the match and I thought it was time to take a little time to reflect. I have been in this wonderful business of professional wrestling all of my adult life. A little set back, caused by you, in my life set everything back. I'm a multi-timed world champion. Every organization I competed in I won championships. I traveled with the very best. I belonged with a very selected few cliques and groups. I know what it take to maintain a successful career. You on the other hand is nothing but a screw up... ALWAYS HAVE BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE. You thought you could take advantage of my situation and live off my success.... MY SUCCESS!! You already took something... two very special people in my life and I will be damned.... I WILL BE DAMNED!! if I allow to continue doing this. Don't know how and I don't when. But, mark my words... I will get my revenge. YOU THAT YOU SON OF BITCH?! I will get my revenge and it will be sweet too. You will not see it coming. And when it does happen and IT WILL HAPPEN... I'll be there laughing in your face. You can take this little information and choke on it....
Screen goes black.
Oblivion proceeds to slams his mighty fist against some lockers.
Oblivion: SON OF A BITCH!! SON OF A BITCH!! SON OF A BITCH!! ACE SLAUGHTER... IT KNOWS YOU CAN SEE THIS... Once the opportunity arises, The Monster is gonna make you wish you never shown your face here in WCF. You think what IT did to your precious lovely was horrific and so morally repulsive, is nothing.... NOTHING compared what IT's gonna do to you!!
Johnny Reb whispers into the left ear of The Monster, who begins to laugh.
Oblivion: But, don't you worry about that Ace Slaughter. I WILL see you around bitch!! But, as for right now The Monster and Johnny Reb here are gonna continue our business discussion. We have big plans for tonight. We have a special message to a certain someone, who needs to be told something very very important.
Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion somewhat snicker, right before Oblivion grabs Hank Brown and proceeds to throw the interviewer out of the lockerroom, then slamming the door behind Hank Brown.
Hank Brown: Well, I never!!
Hank Brown walks away, as the cameraman walks in the opposite direction.
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice: I'll make you famous..
Smoke fills the entrance and colored lights filter threw as "American Badass" by Kid Rock starts playing. Out walks Adam Young in a black"BTJ" t-shirt with purple letters on it. He stands there for a moment and then starts towards the ring with chants of "BTJ" ringing threw the arena. Adam looks around the arena with a evil smirk on his face and a icey stare in his eyes.
Kyle Steel: The following match up is a triple-threat match…introducing first; from Abilene, Texas…weighing in at 235lbs…Adam Young!!
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young making his entrance here and he must fancy his chances here. Ryan Blake, well I can’t see him putting up too much competition so I think we’ve got a 1 on 1 contest here
Zach Davis: I dunno Freddy I wouldn’t write anyone off
A huge burst of pyro goes off back at the entrance as Adam circles the ring. Adam climbs into the ring and throws his tee into the crowd. Black and purple streamers fly into the ring from the crowd.
‘Down and Out’ by Tantric hits the sound system as Ryan Blake army crawls onto the stage
Kyle Steel: And from Trenton, New Jersey…weighing in at 180lbs…Ryan Blake!!
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is he doing?
Zach Davis: Are you actually sitting there asking me to explain the actions of Ryan Blake?
Blake gets to his feet and sprints full pelt towards the ring but forgets to dive in. He simply collides with the ring apron and lies in pain on the floor
“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: And finally; from Phoenix, Arizona…weighing in at 210lbs…Marcus Adams!!
Freddy Whoa: Praise be to Yevon, here is Marcus Adams
Zach Davis: Praise be to who?
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.
The two of them take a corner each whilst Ryan Blake crawls into the ring. The referee stands in the middle with his arms outstretched as if pushing them away from each other. He turns on the spot and signals to the timekeeper to ring the bell.
Adam Young immediately clotheslines Marcus Adams over the top rope and pins Ryan Blake. The referee drops to the mat…
Blake kicks out and rolls into a crossface on Adams!
Freddy Whoa: What a frantic start!
Zach Davis: You’re telling me! A near fall AND a submission!
Marcus Adams reaches for the ropes but the hold is broken by a diving Adam Young off the top rope with a slingshot leg drop. Blake rolls and gets to his feet and is hit by a couple of lefts from Adam, before being planted to the mat with an exploder suplex.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young potentially saving the matchup here.
Zach Davis: He’s taken control here after being flung from the ring early on
Adam Young turns around and is hit by some swift punches by Marcus Adams, followed by a knee to the gut. He pushes him towards the turnbuckle and drills him into it with his shoulder. He then hooks his dropped head into his arm and Reverse DDT’s him to the mat. Marcus then turns his attention to Ryan Blake, lifting him up and running him into the ropes, before using his momentum in a brutal spinebuster.
Freddy Whoa: Marcus Adams now in the driver’s seat!
Zach Davis: Looks like he prayed extra hard before the match tonight
Marcus lifts Blake up again and runs him into the turnbuckle. After a couple of slaps to the face he turns him around and crashes him to the mat with a german suplex. As soon as he is back to his feet though Adam Young knocks the wind out of him with a running swinging neckbreaker. He covers…
Freddy Whoa: That was close!
Zach Davis: Electric neckbreaker by Adam Young there
Kick out by Marcus Adams!
Adam is set upon by Ryan Blake, bombarding him with lefts and rights on his back. Adam Young gets to his feet however, holding Blake in a piggy back position. He runs backwards into the turnbuckle not once, but twice, and then twists his body and slams him to the mat with the first instalment of The Wild Ride. Adam hops onto the turnbuckle and motions to the crowd…
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young is about to depart from the gate!!
Zach Davis: Look at this crowd about to go crazy…
The crowd do indeed go crazy as Adam Young squashes Blake with his patented Moonsault! He covers…
Marcus Adams makes a last gasp attempt to break the hold!
He doesn’t make it however and the bell rings declaring Adam Young the winner!
Freddy Whoa: A spectacular way to end the match. He never fails to entertain!
Zach Davis: Blake’s completely unorthodox and unintelligent approach has cost him this match
We return from a commercial break to see The Scarecrow industriously taping up his right wrist; he continues the process until his whole hand is engulfed in white tape. Cory removes something from a nearby sports bag, its a thick black marker. The Scarecrow begins to write something on his knuckles. In walks Odin Balfore.
Balfore is dressed in a smart black suit, hair tied back. The allfather is in full authoritarian mode tonight as Odin gets in Cory’s face, who proceeds to blank him. The Scarecrow continues to ink his hand with the marker unabated.
Odin Balfore: We need to talk.
The Scarecrow smiles, even as the shadow of Odin casts long above his huge frame.
Scarecrow: Really? What about?
Odin Balfore: No more mind games, Cory. Are you calling me out with that Choke breaker bullshit? A man’s moves are his fingerprints in this business, you know that. So here’s the deal, you get one warning, just one. Ignore that, and consequences will arise, understand?
Cory continues to work on his hand.
Odin Balfore: Don’t blank me son. That’s a path you can’t walk without the outcome leading to crutches. You’re not made of stone. You’re heart isn’t steel. Don’t pretend to be forged from anything other than flesh and bone. I can break you If I choose. Look me in the eye and acknowledge what I’ve just said, or I’ll make good on my promise.
The Scarecrow: What promise is that, to get involved in someone else's business? You want an answer, well...here it is.
The Scarecrow drops the black marker on the floor, raises his clenched fist up to show off his handy work. A single word is written on his knuckles:
Scarecrow smiles as he pushes past a stone faced Odin. The scene cuts to black.
The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.
As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.
CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!
The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.
Kyle Steel: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, Wrestling Championship Federation's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”
Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.
Zach Davis: So what's this Silver Lining Gauntlet thing about anyway?
Freddy Whoa: Who knows, Zach? It's probably one of Speede’s crazy schemes or something.
Speede takes the microphone from Kyle Steel and holds it to his lips.
Roy Speede: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Roy Speede Invitational Gauntlet! Tonight, five superstars will compete in a series of consecutive one on one matches until only one fighter remains. That man or woman will face me next week for a chance to win a prize beyond his or her wildest dreams… Introducing the first two competitors…
The Serial Kicker runs down the ramp, in search of Jay Price.
Roy Speede: The first entrant into the tournament is The Serial Kicker!
“MOTHERFUCKER” by Xzibit plays and out walks Motherfucking Danny.
Roy Speede: And his opponent, ladies and gentlemen, Motherfucking Danny! Ring the bell!
< DING! >
The two lock up, and TSK lands a quick kick before shoving Danny away with his boot. He bounds off the ropes and hide a running dropkick. Cover.
Roy Speede: One! Two!
Danny kicks out, and shoves his way to his feet before taking a kick to the back of the leg. TSK whips Danny into the ropes, and on the rebound goes for a big boot, but can't get his leg up high enough, and Danny catches it! TSK transitions it into a mule kick, and down goes Danny. TSK hurries to the top rope, and goes for the missile Dropkick, but Danny dodges it, and TSK crashes.
Roy Speede: Quality wrestling here, folks! What a dodge by Motherfucking Danny to counter an explosive offiense from TSK!
As TSK gets up, Danny sprays The Moneyshot, his clear poison mist, right in The Serial Kicker’s eyes. He stumbles back, and Danny spears him to the ground before covering.
Roy Speede: One! Two! Three! That's it, bring in the next victim-Uhh I mean, contestant!
Hans Zimmer’s “He's a Pirate” plays, and out runs Captain Sparrow Jackson!
Roy Speede: Captain Sparrow Jackson is up next, and he's got fire in his eyes. Motherfucking Danny is on a roll, but he's out of Moneyshots! What's gonna happen, folks?
Jackson rolls into the ring, and Danny goes right after him, but the Pirate shoves him away and hands Speede his hat before delivering an elbow to the face of Danny. Danny responds with an elbow of his own, and the two trade off.
Jackson gets the upper hand and hits a hurricanrana, and as Danny springs back up, he goes for a DDT, but Danny blocks it and hits Jackson with a neckbreaker. Danny puns.
Roy Speede: One! Two!
Jackson kicks out, and Danny pulls him up, but takes a big boot, and Sparrow follows it up with the Shipwrecker, his Cutthroat Burning Hammer.
Roy Speede: One! Two! Three!
Speede rolls Danny out of the ring and motions for the next contestant, and both Liv3ratt and Mike Lient step out on stag, brawling with one another and trading punches, arguing about who’s next.
Roy Speede: Gentlemen, break it up! Break it up!
Liv3ratt throws Mike Lient off the stage and hits a diving headbutt off the stage with his DJ mask. Speede shakes his head.
Roy Speede: You two are disqualified! Ladies and gentlemen, you winner, Captain Sparrow Jackson!
< DING-DING-DING! >
Speede hands Jackson his hat and watches the captain roll out of the ring. He holds the microphone to his lips.
Roy Speede: Ladies and gents, I've got another big piece of news, regarding yours truly, and affecting quite a few folks in this company… Last week, I competed in one of the best matches of my career, and when I was defeated, I walked back to the back, only to be held back by a couple of goons when I tried to return to ringside to come to the aid of my opponent, who was brutally attacked by The Vapor Kings… So without further ado, I officially announce my allegiance as a part of Team Deuce Murdock. Eric Price, I want to talk to you personally in my office later this evening to work out the details of this arrangement.
He drops the microphone.
Zach Davis: Oh my god! What an announcement!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Oh goodness. What does Seth want?
Seth steps out onto the stage as Speede stands by, in ring, looking towards him intently. Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: Hey there, Roy! How's it going?
The crowd boos. For no real reason since Seth didn't say anything evil, but whatever.
Seth Lerch: Figures. You lose your United States Title match, so instantly you decide to team up with a bunch of losers like Deuce Murdock and Steeltoe Joe.
Seth Lerch: No matter who's waist it is around, I know the United States Title is important to you. It was important to Logan, too, and I know how you look up to him. That's why I was so sad to see you lose the finals of the WCF Classic.
The fans boo once more.
Seth Lerch: Quite frankly, Roy, no one expected you to get that far, least of all myself. There are two kinds of veterans in WCF, Roy. Those that stick around consistently, like Jayson Price or Bobby Cairo... or those that appear and reappear but never amount to much. Your Tortures, for example. Not that you should be mentioned in the same sentence as Torture. Your Frank Venables, perhaps.
The crowd boos Seth dissing FPV, a longtime associate of Roy Speede.
Seth Lerch: I thought you were a Torture, or an FPV. But no, Speede, you proved me wrong.
Speede is intrigued now.
Seth Lerch: You proved yourself better than that. In fact, Speede, you proved yourself worthy of another shot at the United States Title.
The crowd pops!, and Speede himself is excited of course.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: We've got Deuce Murdock vs Roy Speede at One!
Freddy Whoa: You think Seth is just trying to stir the pot, by making two men that have JUST decided to team up fight each other?
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: Not so fast.
Crowd boos! What's up?!
Seth Lerch: You see, there is another man that has ALSO proven himself worthy of another shot at the United States Championship. A man that is part of the most ruthless stable going in WCF. A man that takes things by force. A coked up zombie that I and WCF can do Walking Dead merchandising tie-ins with. A man known as Zombie McMorris.
Mixed reaction from the crowd, and Speede raises an eyebrow.
Freddy Whoa: So what do we have here?
Seth Lerch: The way I see it, you and McMorris are both trying to climb up the WCF ladder. So is Deuce Murdock. So at One, we've got a match. ROY SPEEDE VERSUS ZOMBIE MCMORRIS VERSUS DEUCE MURDOCK... in a LADDER MATCH FOR THE WCF UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP!
There it is! The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: Okay, you can say it again, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Seth Lerch: Good luck, Speede, you're gonna need it!
Seth walks out as Speede celebrates the announcement of his upcoming Title match, while also contemplating the fact he's facing his newest ally.
Zach Davis: I think this next match is going to be something special. This is my surprise “match of the night” contender.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah Zach, I think you might be…
Zach Davis: Hold up. Who is that?
A woman is seen walking out from the back. There’s little fanfare attached. She doesn’t have any entrance music and the crowd is as confused as the commentators on her identity. The woman is middle aged – probably in her 50’s. She has gray hair and appears to be of mixed race. She’s wearing normal clothing, dark blue jeans and a red sweater. There’s just something about her that screams to us that she’s not in the right place. We do notice that she had a microphone already in her hand.
Freddy Whoa: I’ve never seen this woman before. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman over thirty on this show ever.
Zach Davis: Exactly. Maybe she’s lost?
The woman makes her way down the ramp to ringside and uses the steel ring steps to enter. She wastes little time beginning her speech.
Woman: I know that none of you have ever seen me before and are probably wondering who I am and what I’m doing here. That answer is complicated. First off, I’m not supposed to be here. I’ve been petitioning the WCF office for months trying to get time on this show.
Freddy Whoa: Why? I think that’s the question that needs to be answered.
Woman: Unfortunately, my attempts to appear have been rebuffed. I assume that there’s someone who doesn’t want the information that I have to come out. Like my sons, I don’t take too kindly to people that get in my way. So, before the powers that be realize I’m out here and cut off this microphone let me tell you a little about my sons.
Zach Davis: Freddy, I have a feeling that we’re about hear a big bombshell. Buckle up.
Woman: First, they’re both employed by the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Wait, who are they??
Woman: Second, they don’t even know that they’re brothers.
The crowd begins to buzz with excitement.
Woman: In fact, they don’t even know who I am. They’re backstage watching this like everyone else, unaware who I am. I can’t live with that anymore. I have to tell them ------
The woman continues talking, but her microphone has been cut off. We’re no longer able to hear her.
Freddy Whoa: No! I want more!
Zach Davis: Could this actually be true? Are there two individuals on the WCF roster who are brothers who don’t even know it?
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think we’re going to be finding out, Zach. Take a look.
A team of security officials are heading toward the ring. They slide in and take hold of the woman and begin escorting her out.
Zach Davis: This is weird. I have no idea what to make of any of this.
Freddy Whoa: The only thing we know for sure is that this woman has information that someone backstage isn’t allowing her to reveal. I guess we’ll have to see where this goes from here.
Fredd Whoa: Making his debut tonight is Maelstrom.
Zach Davis: Yeah and what a tough way to break in to the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Whadda ya mean. I don’t see the World Champ Ice Beckman Scheduled for this match.
Zach Davis: No he isn’t in this match but he is in a Fatal Fourway with three other very hungry Newcomers. That can be more dangerous than a world champ. These guys are all fighting to make a name for themselves.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah I guess.
The subtle guitar screeches and ominous bass drum beats of "Raining Blood" by Slayer flood the arena, hushing the crowd as the arena lights dim. The drums beat, and fiery-orange uplights flash up to the beat. The anticipation builds as the seconds pass. Then, the stadium, spinning not unlike warning lights. Maelstrom appears with his head bowed and covered with a wet rust-colored towel. He marches to the ring with purpose, hands out to brush the outstretched fingers of the fans on both sides.
With little style but lots of intensity he shakes the towel off his head, and then twisting the other way to crack his neck as he climbs into the ring. Climbing to the second turnbuckle, he greets the crowd by thumping his fist over his heart and bowing his head in salute.
Freddy Whoa: And here comes Tyson Strong.
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. 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, ready to cheer on the new up and comer and the future of pro wrestling.
Zach Davis: He looks like he is all business.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Sin Rostro jr the Lucha Libre. This guy is bringing his own style to the WCF. You can blink when he’s in the ring.
Sin Rostro jr comes out to a classical Spanish beat on the guitar as he high fives the crowd and entertains them with a flip between the bottom and middle rope followed by a pose in the ring.
Zach Davis: Here comes the last competitor Brian Lin.
Freddy Whoa: I wonder if he is related to Jeremy?
Zach Davis: Oh come on will you
Bryan Lin walks out, flashing his braces, as "Star Wars" plays. As he hits the ring, he removes his glasses and puts on his goggles.
Freddy Whoa: now that he has his protective eyewear I think we are ready to go.
Ding Ding Ding
All four men look around at each other sizing each other up. Maelstrom decides he is gonna impose his will and begins to stalk down Sin Rostro. Rostro chops maelstrom in the chest, he keeps coming. He chops him again and Maerlstrom is getting closer. One more chop this time maelstrom blocks it and counters with a big left hand. Sin buckles over in pain. Maelstrom grabs Rostro by the mask and delivers a devastating head butt that sends Rostro to the canvas.
Braceface Bryan Lin is almost in awe of the fight breaking out in front of him. He is waiving his arms to the crowd trying to get the in engaged in the match. Tyson hit him out of nowhere with a standing missile drop kick. Lin is sent reeling in to the ropes and is leaning on them to keep himself vertical. Tyson Strong reaches over to grab Bryan Lin’s hair but is greeted with a boot to the stomach and it is followed up with a quick DDT.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA Now that’s wrestling action
Zach Davis: I don’t know where to watch on this match so much action in this ring.
Braceface leaves Strong on the mat and rushed Maelstrom from behind with a axe handle. Maelstrom arches his back after impact. Sin Rostro gets back to his feet and ties up with Maelstrom. Maelstrom over powers him and lifts him up for a Powerbomb but is countered with a Hurricanrana. Lin is blindsided by Strong and is blasted with a bulldog headlock. Tyson is quick to his feet after the move and begins to stomp Lin. Sin is on top of Maelstrom and is punching away.
Crowd: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9
Stanley Mosher steps in and breaks up Sin from the ground and pound display he was putting on. Maelstrom takes advantage of the break and thumbs Sin in the eye when he comes back from being lectured by Stanley. Locks up with Sin and hits an explosive spinebuster into mounted bullying strike flurry, finishing with a headbutt. He calls that the Strombreaker. Rostro is on the ground and not moving after that. Maelstrom covers for the pin.
Tyson Strong rushes in to break up the pin with an elbow drop. Bryan is waiting for Tyson to back to his feet. He grabs him and spins him around to faces him and hits him with a Beard T.
Freddy Whoa: Oh Whoaa Whoa whoa.
Zach Davis: That look painful.
Bryan covers Strong.
Maelstrom kicks Bryan in the head to break up the pin in the nick of time. He pulls bryan to his feet and sends him reeling to the mat with a vicious head butt. Maelstrom turns around holding his head. Sin Rosta is on the top rope. He jumps and connects with a vicious Reverse Hurricanrana.
Freddy Whoa: NO! Maelstrom drives Sin Rostro Jr. into the mat!
SRJ rolls out of the ring as Maelstrom gets up and goes face to face with Tyson Strong. Maelstrom kicks him in the gut...
Zach Davis: HELLSTORM RISING! WHAT A MOVE!
Maelstrom goes for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Maelstrom picks up the win!
The crowd pops as Maelstrom stands up and gets his arm raised.
Zach Davis: There you have it! Maelstrom with a hell of a victory here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Not to take anything away from the other competitors in this match, Zach. It could've been anyone's win.
The scene opens on Freddy Whoa and Zach Davis sitting at the commentary table.
Freddy Whoa: Well that was interesting...
Zach Davis: Sorry to interrupt you but I'm getting word that something is happening backstage.
The scene changes to a shaky picture as a camera man rushes desperately to the parking lot at the back of the arena, several police cars can be seen pulled up with both their drivers side and passenger side doors open and with half of a dozen police officers standing behind them with the service pistols pointed the camera man pans to see Chase Michaels and Aeryn Carter standing with their arms raised.
Officer: I want you both to slowly lower yourselves to your knees keeping your hands where we can see them!
Michaels and Aeryn slowly get down on their knees keeping their arms raised.
Officer: Now I want you both to lay flat on your bellies and then slowly put your arms behind your crossed behind your backs.
Michaels and Aeryn follow the officers orders and lower themselves to the ground with their hands behind their backs. Several of the officers rush forward with the handcuffs at the ready. They quickly restrain both Aeryn and Michaels in cuffs before pulling them back to their feet and leading them to towards the police cars.
Officers: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney present at questioning. If you can not afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand these rights as I have read them to you?
Chase Michaels: Yeah. And I ain't answering any of your questions without my lawyer present!
Aeryn: Yeah, I'm not answering any of your questions without my lawyer present!
Michaels looks towards Aeryn.
Chase Michaels: Don't worry babe Connors will have out before morning!
Officer: Take them away!
The officers put Aeryn and Michaels in separate cars before driving off presumably taking them to a local police station.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
The scene fades as the police cars disappear out of sight.
Occulo is sat in his dressing room with a cell phone in his hand. He is slowly dialling a number, but with each press of a button he becomes increasingly reluctant. He clears the screen and throws it to the ground.
Occulo: Come on Occulo.
He stares at the phone and picks it up. He dials the number and puts the phone to his ear.
Occulo: Hi. Yes, it’s me. I need to see you. Joey? I have no idea where he is. Don’t worry about him. Meet me outside the arena in half an hour. I’ll be there. Will Joey be there? I hope not. I don’t want anyone to see what I’m gonna do to him. Okay, see you soon.
He ends the call and gets to his feet before throwing a long dark coat on and a grey beanie hat.
Occulo: Abide with me
He exits the room
Kyle Steel: Corpus Christi…the following match is for ONE FALL!
Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring and smiles at all those in Corpus Christi joining the WCF for tonight’s broadcast. That’s when “The Message” by NAS hits the speakers. There are certain fans in attendance that tilt their ball caps to the side and cheer for the man about to step on stage.
Zach Davis: It’s clear that some people are beginning to form an appreciation toward Hardcore Alex over the last few weeks.
Freddy Whoa: He’s still very green, Zack, but I have a gut feeling that when it comes down to getting the job done – Hardcore Alex is the man that’ll be here in the long run.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 175 pounds, and from Rochester, NEW YORK!
Fireworks shoot out from underneath the stage when the beat drops and Hardcore Alex emerges from backstage. He bobs his head and waves his arm toward the crowd – getting involved with the music and enjoying his moment of acceptance with WCF.
Kyle Steel: HAARRRRRRRRRRDDCORRRRRRRRRE…ALLLLLLLLEXXXX
The crowd delivers a brief solid pop for the young superstar.
Zach Davis: Alex defeated “Braceface” Bryan Lin last week in a match that also included newcomer Justin Sane.
Freddy Whoa: Since his most recent flop – Justin Sane is still indecisive and we’re unclear if he’s decided to leave last week’s show.
He has a confident gait which he abandons at the top of the ramp to begin a break dance routine. He uprocks for a minute before dropping into some groundwork, finishing with an elbow freeze before kipping back onto his feet.
Zach Davis: As I mentioned last week – Hardcore Alex proves to becoming one of the more sought out rookies in the industry. His athleticism can only grow stronger.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! YEAH! He’s got some moves, but I bet you could guess who taught him those moves…?
Zach Davis: A profession trainer?
Freddy Whoa: NO! …ME, DUH.
Alex 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.
The music comes to a screeching halt once the infamous battle hymn “Pompeii” by E.S. Posthumus hits begins blasting through the arena.
Kyle Steel: His opponent…
Freddy Whoa: These fans are not fond of the next character heading to the ring…
Zach Davis: Dan Van Slade states that he may be the most mischevious, and devious members of the WCF roster; he’s confident that he’s going to be the most hated man in the company.
Freddy Whoa: See – most people who are hated don’t talk about wanting to be hated. It just happens. In Van Slade’s case – he craves it without remorse or regret.
The epic orchestrated classic by E.S. Posthumus gives an evil vibe for Dan Van Slade as he struts from the back and to the stage carrying a swelling red sack of items to the ring like Santa Clause.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 251 pounds; from Missoula, MONTANA!!
Van Slade wastes no time with theatrics and walks toward the ring. The fans boo, and hiss, from many directions. Some fans don’t care at all.
Kyle Steel: DEVIOUS…DAAANNN-VAANNNN…SLAAAAAAAAAAADE!!
Zach Davis: Van Slade’s carrying with him Santa’s big red bag of weapons, Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: Ever since D.V.S. won at Wednesday Night he’s had his eyes dead set on Steve Orbit and the WCF Hardcore Title.
Zach Davis: And Van Slade doesn’t seem to be slowing down.
Dan drops the bag outside the ring and then immediately slides under the ropes. He does a single push up to stand, and he instantly peers at Hardcore Alex. The young superstar waits in a turnbuckle as the referee speaks with Kyle Steel briefly before the announcer leaves the ring.
Freddy Whoa: There is definitely a door opening for one of these superstars tonight.
Zach Davis: Dan Van Slade is four inches taller than Alex, and outweighs the break dancer by 76 pounds.
Freddy Whoa: History has revealed that quite often size doesn’t matter.
Zach Davis: The referee stands in the center of the ring and Van Slade eases in. Hardcore Alex peels himself from the turnbuckle and this match is just about underway.
Freddy Whoa: Dan Van Slade has to overcome Hardcore Alex and then deal with his next great test – officiating a triple threat tag match later tonight. He’s in quite a conundrum.
Van Slade and Alex are a few feet apart and the Devious one smirks.
Dan Van Slade: Let’s make this as painless as possible. OK?
Hardcore Alex turns to the crowd and slowly nods. He balls his right fist, and then launches it at Dan’s devious grin. Alex nails Dan Van Slade with a vicious right hook and D.V.S. leans to his right and stumbles in the ring. Van Slade nurses his jaw. The referee starts the match with a call for the bell.
Zach Davis: Here we go! The fans are cheering for Hardcore Alex as he takes Van Slade down with a brutal right!
Freddy Whoa: Alex bypasses the referee and he’s not going to waste time on Van Slade. He grabs Dan and then sends an authoritative knee into his abdomen! He follows that with a head butt sending Van Slade back-first to the canvas!
Dan falls on his back and over-sells the flop. Alex taunts in the center of the ring and screams to the crowd to obtain a bit of support.
Zach Davis: Hardcore Alex obtains momentum first, Freddy, and he’s got Van Slade down early.
Alex drops to a knee and grabs Van Slade’s ankle. He immediately locks it in his arms and then twists Van Slade onto his stomach. Dan tried to overcome the ankle lock, but Alex was fast enough to flip him over. Van Slade pounds on the canvas as the referee slides to his knees to talk with Dan during the submission.
Zach Davis: Alex has Van Slade in an ankle lock! He might have outsmarted Dan by immediately going after him! Alex isn’t going to go down that easy.
Freddy Whoa: Dan’s agent told him that Hardcore Alex wouldn’t go down without a fight. Dan’s too stubborn to realize that.
Hardcore Alex: TAP, BITCH! THROW ME A BEAT! TAP!
Alex twists, and pulls Van Slade’s ankle. He yells at his opponent to emphasize his passion.
Hardcore Alex: C’MON VAN SLADE! TAP OUT!
Freddy Whoa: Alex wants to defeat Van Slade, because if he comes out on top – Steve Orbit may have to watch his back for another hot newcomer…
Zach Davis: Dan shuts his eyes and tucks his head to fight the pain. Alex attempts to mutilate Van Slade’s ankle, but Dan is starting to build momentum!
Freddy Whoa: The referee is pleading with Van Slade, but Dan pounds the mat and lifts his free leg…
Dan risks his ankle and twists to kick Alex in the chest and push him out of the submission! The fans’ cheering fades as Van Slade rolls to a standing position and immediately charges for his opponent. Hardcore Alex obtains balance, but Van Slade is already there and smacks Alex in the face!
Zach Davis: Van Slade just bitch slapped Hardcore Alex and the youngster goes crashing into the ropes! DID YOU HEAR THAT!?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He slapped the taste right outta his mouf!
Van Slade pushes Alex against the ropes and then spins around to whip him across the ring. Alex bounces off the ropes following the whip and Van Slade lightly hobbles to meet him in the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: Monkey flip!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Alex front flips and lands his back against the ropes. He falls onto the back of his neck in a heap.
Zach Davis: Van Slade is back up and Hardcore Alex is on his side and he looks to be in some pain, Freddy. The monkey flip was already awkwardly performed considering Van Slade didn’t use much of his left ankle since it’s slowly recovering from the early ankle lock.
Freddy Whoa: Those monkey flips are dangerous as it is, and it’s such a simple move that if you use it like Van Slade did – it’s going to result in a world of pain…
Dan leans forward and lifts Alex to his feet by his head. Alex is on spaghetti legs as he stands before Van Slade and then receives a brutal pounding from Van Slade!
Zach Davis: Van Slade pounds his left fist into Alex’s right shoulder and he falls to one knee!
Freddy Whoa: A right fist pounds into Alex’s left shoulder and he’s now on both knees!
Van Slade takes two steps back and then charges forward to blast Alex in the mouth with a vicious right knee!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA BABY!
Alex flops to the canvas and Dan flies into the ropes. Van Slade grips the top rope with both hands and screams to the Corpus Christi faithful who boo in return.
Dan Van Slade: WOOOOOOOOOO! FUCK TEXAS!
Zach Davis: You won’t win this crowd over that way, sir.
Dan spins around and instantly begins to stomp the soles of his boots into Hardcore Alex. The Corpus Christi faithful jeer with every stomp. Dan is still lightly hobbling, but connects ferocious stomp-after-stomp.
Freddy Whoa: Van Slade is nailing Alex in every body part, and the Hardcore young’n is trying to crawl his way out of this one…
Zach Davis: Van Slade is stomping a gigantic mud hole into Hardcore Alex!
Van Slade follows Alex into the center of the ring and continues to stomp on him. Van Slade then drops an elbow onto Alex and stops the crawl! He goes for the pin…the referee slides onto his knees….
Zach Davis: Van Slade goes for an early pin…
Freddy Whoa: Has he done it already!?
Zach Davis: Alex gets a shoulder up and he’s not going out that easily…
Van Slade appropriately handles the count and doesn’t hold back. He grabs Alex and rolls him up so that eventually both superstars are standing in the center of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Van Slade and Alex are on their feet following the pin…WHOA!
Dan slaps Alex once again and the crowd erupts!
Zach Davis: Van Slade nails Alex again with a VICIOUS slap!
Dan Van Slade: C’mon, ya bitch!
Dan looks at an imaginary watch on his wrist, and then back to Hardcore Alex.
Dan Van Slade: I aint got no time for this!
Alex glares at Dan Van Slade. He takes a few steps forward and then spits in Dan’s face! The fans love it!
Freddy Whoa: Alex spit in Dan’s face – WHOA!
Dan takes a few steps back and wipes the spit off his face, but Alex capitalizes and kicks!
Zach Davis: Dan counters and grabs Alex’s left leg…but Alex counters the counter and leaps off the canvas to nail Dan in the temple with an Enzuguri!
Van Slade flips to his right and lands on his butt. He immediately stiffens, and then falls to his right side. Alex rushes toward his fallen opponent and grabs him. He lifts Van Slade to his feet. He wraps him up in a head lock…runs forward and…
Zach Davis: Bulldog!
Freddy Whoa: BULLDOG!
Alex performs a leaping bulldog that face plants Van Slade into the center of the ring, but Hardcore Alex isn’t done. He break dances after the move and then does a kip up to his feet. The fans eat up every bit of it!
Hardcore Alex: FUCK YEAH!
He runs and scales the turnbuckle. Alex positions himself on the top buckle. The fans are on their feet. The referee steps aside as Alex measures the fallen Van Slade.
Zach Davis: Alex stands tall atop the turnbuckle. He leaps forward….!!!
Freddy Whoa: THERE HE GOES!!
The fans watch Alex leap off the turnbuckle and perform a flying leg drop. The 175 pound superstar comes violent crashing down onto Van Slade. Alex’s leg wraps around Dan’s body and solidly hammers him into the canvas.
Zach Davis: Alex flops around in pain, and Dan doesn’t move. Hardcore Alex needs to gain composure and go for the pin…
Freddy Whoa: He’s got Dan Van Slade where he wants him – really – Alex should finish him off and call this a match…
Alex gains composure and scurries toward his opponent. He flops onto Van Slade for the pin and the referee falls to the mat. He slaps the canvas and fans cheer throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: Alex might have this one, Freddy!!
Freddy Whoa: TWO! AH!!
Zach Davis: This would be a huge win for Hardcore Alex!
Freddy and Zack: THR – NO!!!
Zach Davis: Dan kicked out! Dan kicked out!
Alex doesn’t want to believe it, and he smacks his forehead as he pushes himself off Van Slade. Dan’s arm is raised – his shoulder off the mat – as the referee waves his arms to signal no fall. The fans boo as Van Slade’s raised hand slowly begins to close. Alex turns his attention back to Van Slade and instantly drops a forearm into Dan’s forehead!
Freddy Whoa: Alex is rubbing his forearm into Van Slade’s forehead!
Zach Davis: Van Slade is trying to fight it, but Alex is a powerful little guy and he’s not giving up!
Dan reaches up and grabs Alex by the face. He musters enough power to pull Alex forward and begins to bite the bridge of Alex’s nose!
Freddy Whoa: HEY! HE CAN’T DO THAT!
The referee leans forward and pleads for Dan to stop, but Van Slade gnaws as Alex tries to push himself away.
Zach Davis: C’mon, Ref! That’s not right!
The referee finally intervenes and pushes Alex away as Van Slade ends the charade and lies on his back with a grin of blood stained teeth. Hardcore Alex leans against the nearby ropes and rubs blood from the bridge of his nose, and some runs down the tip and drips off.
Freddy Whoa: Alex has been bitten open! God – let’s just hope none of these men have the AIDS…
Zach Davis: Oh c’mon! That’s just fucked up…
Dan sits forward and then rolls to his feet. Alex aids himself up using the ropes. The referee circles the men as Dan walks toward Alex. He leans forward and rips Hardcore Alex from the ropes. He pulls him into the center of the ring, and doesn’t need an Irish whip to make a spine buster look good…
Zach Davis: Standing spine buster! My God! Van Slade lifted Hardcore Alex up off the canvas with ease and slammed him down like a rag doll!
Freddy Whoa: We knee that Dan’s strength would be a test for Alex in this match, and that may have sealed the deal right there…
Dan doesn’t waste a second and goes directly for the pinfall. He hooks Alex’s leg and the fans are giving Dan a vocabulary lesson in hate.
The referee slides to the canvas. Suddenly – the crowd goes ape shit and directs their attention to the stage.
Zach Davis: ONE! But who’s at the stage? Is that…is that Steve Orbit?
It is. “The Mack” Steve Orbit struts onto the stage and whips open his plum colored suit jacket to reveal the WCF Hardcore title wrapped around his waist. He places his hands on his hips. He slowly paces back and forth as the referee nails the canvas -
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! TWO!
Dan sees Steve Orbit on the stage, and the pinfall is ended. He pushes Alex’s leg and immediately hurries to his feet. The crowd watches Van Slade rush to the ropes and stare down with Steve Orbit as the referee signals no fall.
Zach Davis: Van Slade might have had this one in the bag, although that’s hard to determine – either way he’s got his mind set on getting his hands on Steve Orbit.
Freddy Whoa: I’ve not seen a newcomer with the passion of Dan Van Slade in a long, long time. Well, there’s been a few in recently memory, but – just look at the guy!
Van Slade snarls at Orbit, but then he realizes that he should get his head back into the match until Orbit decides to do anything else. Dan spins around, and notices Alex is slowly getting up after the spine buster.
Freddy Whoa: Alex is back in this match, and no thanks to Steve Orbit, but he’s still got a momentum fueled Dan Van Slade on his tail…
Just as Alex is capable of getting to one knee he’s nabbed by Van Slade. Dan pulls Alex to his feet, but Hardcore Alex nails Dan in the gut with an elbow!
Zach Davis: Don’t count Alex out! Yeah!
Cut to Steve Orbit clapping on stage.
The fans are cheering as Alex nails Dan with another elbow. Then another! He grabs Dan by the arm and then spins…he whips Dan toward the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: Van Slade returns from the ropes and Alex meets him in the center of the ring -
Alex guides Dan with another whip that sends him across to the opposite side of the ring. Dan bounces off the ropes and Alex leaps forward -
Zach Davis: Dan ducks under the clothesline!
Both men slide on their heels and spin around about three feet from each other. Alex confronts Dan -
Zach Davis: KICK TO THE GUT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Van Slade nails Alex in the gut with a VERY stiff kick!
Alex leans forward. Dan grabs Hardcore Alex and wraps his arms…
Cut to Steve Orbit. The clapping has ceased and he tilts his head up as he watches Dan Van Slade set up for his finisher.
Dan lifts Alex onto his shoulders, with his arms wrapped oddly, and in a torture rack position.
Zach Davis: DEVIANT DRIVER!
Freddy Whoa: DEVIANT DRIVER!!!!
Dan holds Alex on his shoulders for about three seconds, and then drops him directly onto the back of his neck! Dan sits on his but as Alex flops onto the canvas – and is then motionless. Dan sits in the center of the ring and blankly stares through the ropes at Steve Orbit.
Zach Davis: Van Slade nails the cut-throat driver and Alex is OUT COLD!
Freddy Whoa: Alex’s body shouldn’t have bent like that, Zack. My goodness…
Dan crawls to Alex and then applies the pin. Steve Orbit watches on stage as the referee falls to the mat. He nails the canvas -
ONE! The fans do not like this at all…
Freddy Whoa: TWO! The Deviant Driver nailed the coffin shut, Zack!
Van Slade watches the referee’s hand fall to the mat for a third time.
The referee signals for the bell and calls the match. Dan Van Slade rolls off of Hardcore Alex and returns a long gland at Steve Orbit. Van Slade slowly nods.
Zach Davis: Van Slade won this one, but it’s apparent that Hardcore Alex was not as easy as he had thought.
Freddy Whoa: And – no matter what – even if Steve Orbit comes to this ring – it’s not going to distract Dan Van Slade…
The referee tends to Hardcore Alex as Dan Van Slade signals Kyle Steel to hand him the microphone. The devious superstar retrieves the equipment, takes a deep breath, and struts to the center of the ring. The crowd’s profuse booing causes Dan to smirk as he takes a moment to pan the crowd and disregard “The Mack” Steve Orbit viewing from the stage.
Zach Davis: It’s obvious that D.V.S. is going to confront Steve Orbit. This has been a predictable clash of the cosmos since Dan first stepped in the WCF ring just a couple weeks ago.
Freddy Whoa: I’d be very happy to witness THAT battle, Zack. I mean – think about it – this isn’t about good versus evil, this is about respect. I think Dan’s crossed a few lines with how much disrespect he’s tossed around the nation lately, but Orbit has earned the respect of this company a long time ago. The fans have their issues with Orbit and the Vapor Kings, but nobody can deny their success.
Zach Davis: You’re saying that Dan could earn respect if he’s capable of maintaining a war against Steve Orbit? I’d agree with that.
Freddy Whoa: I feel like this isn’t just a war. This could erupt into something more catastrophic. This may indefinitely change the fabric of WCF…
Dan looks to the left, and then the right. He interrupts the jeers and yells into the microphone.
Dan Van Slade: Now that that’s over with…
He walks to the ropes that face the stage. He grabs the top rope with his free hand and sends a set of piercing eyes in Orbit’s direction.
The Mack paces back and forth. His hands are on his waist so that they hold his plum colored suit jacket open to display the hardcore title.
Dan smiles at Steve Orbit.
Dan Van Slade: …I’m turning my attention to you.
The WCF faithful fan base transitions, and their disposition turns into an over pour of cheering.
Zach Davis: These fans want to see this fight go down, and perhaps right now!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA, yeah! This is a true Texas showdown!
Van Slade confidently nods after being showered with the crowd’s reaction. The vociferous pop fades after the crowd realizes Dan wants to continue.
Dan Van Slade: I’m certain you’re preparing yourself for what’s to come. I’ve given you a lot to work with, so I don’t expect you to hold anything back. I WANT you to be ready when I confidently come to win that title you’ve got wrapped around your waist.
Dan Van Slade: It’s a shame, it really is. I ideally dreamt that it’d be Odin Balfore, but I’ll take a flashy plum-wearin’ scumbag ANY DAY. I’m going to capitalize on this BOGO special and pummel the pimp right out of you before holding MY hardcore title high. I’ll stand over your body like a metaphor – the affluent towering over plight.
Dan Van Slade: Better yet – deviant justice standing over a fallen and battle-torn, criminal minded, peasant class…
Orbit slowly shakes his head and doesn’t seem fazed by Dan’s verbiage.
Dan raises his arm to act like raising a championship belt. Some witty fans in the crowd chant and mock Dan Van Slade. Their chant is picked up by others in the arena, and the message catches on until most of the Corpus Christi faithful are in unison.
Crowd: DAN VAN SUCKS! DAN VAN SUCKS! DAN VAN SUCKS!
Zach Davis: Texas could care less about Dan Van Slade. After hearing what he said – I’d almost like to join in with them…
Freddy Whoa: Well, the nation may have to get used to the guy – because, I have a slight feeling he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Sure, his filter is thin, but I think this guy has what it takes to defeat everything this company offers…
Zach Davis: I don’t think that’s accurate, but I’d be more than happy to see our legends pound him into dust. Let’s go Mack!
Steve begins to smile, nods, and joins in with the fans. He doesn’t have to say anything – he’s gesturing them to become louder, and to continue their antagonism.
“Devious” Dan Van Slade hurries to the ropes and stands against them. He pushes into the ropes and looks to be growling at The Mack. The Hardcore champion is laughing to himself as Dan interrupts the fans and stays focused on rousing Steve Orbit. He yells into the microphone and overtakes the crowd.
Dan Van Slade: Tear into me! Bring everything you’ve got! I WANT you to fuel the fire…!
He drops the microphone to create a dramatic screeching thud over the P.A., and he grabs the top rope with both hands. He shakes the ropes and can be heard yelling in the ring.
Dan Van Slade: C’mon, bitch! BE A MAN!
The fans turn their attention to Steve Orbit. The Mack opens his suit jacket and removes a microphone from the inside pocket. He flips it over and turns it on, then taps on it twice to hear the muffled thumps returning through the P.A. system.
Steve Orbit: You feelin' pretty tough right now, huh Slade? A couple of wins over some nobodies and you think that gives you the right to come out here and tell Steve Orbit to "be a man"? Call me a bitch and whatever else you poppin' off with? Son... I'ma tell it to you straight-- you're out of your league. I know you got your lil' title shot comin' up... yeah, congratulations, but don't get it twisted-- that don't put you on my level. You know what happened to the last two number one contenders for my Hardcore Title?
Camera switches to Van Slade, seething in the ring.
Steve Orbit: Put it like this, I'd say you could ask 'em... but they ain't around no more. Ain't nobody seen 'em after what I did to 'em in defense of my Hardcore title. So you can stand up there, throw around all the cuss words you want about me-- it ain't phasin' me. I ain't about to let some green mother fucker who just walked in the door last week get under my skin. I ain't got nothin' to prove to you, my record speaks for itself. You the one with somethin' to prove. And when you DO get your Hardcore title match, and I DO embarass you and whoop your dumb ass all over this arena? You the one who's gonna feel pretty fuckin' stupid for callin' out the Mack in the first place. You can believe that.
Orbit puts the mic back in his pocket. Van Slade is shaking and kicking the ropes, yelling obscenities, visibly upset by Orbit's response-- or lack thereof. Orbit grins before leaving the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Steve Orbit, really blowing off the threat of Dan Van Slade tonight.
Zach Davis: I'm not sure how wise that is. Van Slade has the Hardcore title in his sights, and he just might be the toughest challenger that Orbit has faced since he won the title back at Ultimate Showdown in July.
Freddy Whoa: Well, one thing is for sure-- things are just getting started between these two.
Joey Flash held the hand of the little boy as he led him through the halls of the arena. His son was four years old. A mop of black hair held in place by a blue headband, he looked very much a mini-me Joey, a hop in his step as he took in everything about the place.
Joey Flash: Having fun Chris?
Christian Malignaggi looked up at him, a look of wonder in his eyes.
Joey Flash: I’ll take that as a yes.
Christian: Yes! Momma likes it too.
Joey turned to see his fiancee, staring transfixed at her phone.
Joey Flash: Eyes up Al.
Alessandra raised her gaze toward Joey.
Joey Flash: Good girl.
She pocketed the phone and follows close behind Joey and their little one.
Joey Flash: Bored?
Alessandra: Me? Never. Just business, I’m all yours. They can wait.
They rounded the corner to a lounge area where Joey plonked himself into a chair. Reaching into his pocket and withdrawing some change from his wallet, handing it over to the little boy and patting him on the head.
Joey Flash: Go get yaself some candy champ.
Christian tottered off toward the vending machines, punching the air in excitement of just being in this place. Joey turned to Alessandra.
Joey Flash: What ya think?
Alessandra: You’ve impressed me.
Joey Flash: That was uncharacteristic.
She shrugged and ran a hand through her hair.
Alessandra: It happens.
Joey Flash: I’m glad you approve.
Alessandra: THIS is your talent Joseph, it makes me happy seeing you doing what you actually love. To see you actually do something with a smile on your face for once, it’s...nice.
Joey Flash: We-
Alessandra: You’re not the person you think you are, or the person you try to make others think. Look at how happy you’ve made him.
She pointed toward their son.
Alessandra: Life isn’t so bad is it?
Joey Flash: …
Christian returned, his face stuffed with chocolate already.
Christian: Can watch wrestling?
Joey laughed. He made his son happy eh?
Joey Flash: Of course.
"Reach Down" by Temple of the Dog starts playing as the Cartel walk out in black suits, white dress shirts and black long ties. They walk up and climb into the ring where Adam Young is handed a mic.
Adam Young: Tonight we lay to rest the worst thing to ever be born in the WCF the Internet championship.
The lights fade down to a single white light at the entrance where Beau Funk, Stanley Ewing, and Chi-Chi Young walk out carrying the WCF Internet championship on a purple velvet pillow. The single white light follows them to the ring as "Amazing Grace" played by bagpipes plays. They hand the title to Chaz who places it on the table in the ring.
Adam Young: I have single handedly ended this mockery in the WCF. We send it to Hell where it belongs.
Tom hits hit with a ten pound sledgehammer shattering it into multiple pieces.
Adam Young: One mistake down and several to go. You were warned.
The fans start throwing trash into the ring as the Cartel stand in the middle of the ring as "Reach Down" starts playing again and they exit the arena.
Zach Davis: Of course, we DID see Jayson Price take back his Internet Title last week, so Adam simply had a replica.
Freddy Whoa: But his point was made!
Zach Davis: Was it, Freddy? Was it?
Occulo is stood waiting. He looks to his left and right and stays right as a taxi cab pulls up. A figure steps out of the cab and throws a few dollars at the driver. Occulo walks up to it.
The figure looks at Occulo and doesn’t say anything. Except he just stares into his eyes. He nods at him, and Occulo nods back. He wraps his arm around Occulo and pulls him tight. Occulo just looks down and starts to sob.
Zach Davis: Alright ladies and gentlemen, the WCF Television Title match is coming up next.
Freddy Whoa: In their pre match audio, both had very interesting viewpoints. It seems as if Joey Flash is focused, while Ultimate seemed a little distracted.
Zach Davis: Yea. That distraction is The Monster Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: Could YOU concentrate knowing that The Monster.... Oblivion is coming after you? Could YOU sleep, eat or even go to the bathroom, knowing some of the stuff we have seen coming from Oblivion. Knowing what you saw COULD happen to you and Oblivion wouldn't give craps about it. Not even breaking a sweat. Now try to perform in the ring, knowing Oblivion is watching you.
Air raid and police sirens begin to blare out of the house speakers of the American Bank Center.
Kyle Steel: the following match is for the WCF Television Championship!!!!
Ultimate Destroyer comes out running onto the ring entrance and proceeds to run down the entrance ramp.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring.... Hailing from The Wasteland... Weighing in at 400 pounds.... The Challenger The Ultimate Destroyer!!
The Ultimate Destroyer jumps up the ring apron and proceeds to bounce around. The challenger starts to beat the hell out of chest before grabbing a hold of the top ring rope, shaking it vigorously.
A nearby fan: ULTIMATE DESTROYER SUCKS!!
Ultimate Destroyer is slowly getting into the ring, but stops.
Zach Davis: I think that Ultimate Destroyer heard that fan scream out that maybe particularly popular belief.
Freddy Whoa: What? What?! That Ultimate Destroyer sucks. Who knows. With us two we are supposed to be non biased and call the match down the center, with no particular favorites.
The Ultimate Destroyer exits the ring and hops down to the ringside mats and approaches the fan who just scream out that last insult. The fan proceeds to flip off The Ultimate Destroyer.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: UH OH!!! SECURITY!!!
Ultimate Destroyer grabs the fan....
The drunken fan ended up crosseyed and falls back, with a weird look across his face. The fan spills his beer in the process. The WCF Security scurries over to the fallen fan.The Ultimate Destroyer enters the ring.
Zach Davis: Now, all we need is the Television Champion.
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.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From The Bronx... Weighing in at 220 pounds.... He is the current and defending WCF Television Champion.... JOEY FLASH!!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd.
Zach Davis: It looks as if The Ultimate Destroyer is getting slightly agitated.
Freddy Whoa: Wouldn't you? It is obvious that the Television Champion is delaying getting into the ring.
Joey Flash slides into the ring and sits down against one of the ring corners, staring at The Ultimate Destroyer foe with both apathy and disgust.
Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer is charging at a seated Joey Flash!!
Ultimate Destroyer is about to get close to the Television Champion, Joey Flash stands up and with the help of momentum of the running opponent....
Zach Davis: A side kick by Joey Flash into the mid-section of The Ultimate Destroyer!!
Freddy Whoa: A ddt done by the champion!!
Zach Davis: The champion is making a quick cover.
The WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser slides into position....
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEE!!!
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Flash grabs his opponent and whips into the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Destroyer gets whipped into the ropes. The challenger bounces OFF the ropes....
WHOOOSH-WHAM... bounce... bounce...
Zach Davis: A picture perfect quick release belly to belly suplex.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA: The impact that the massive body of The Ultimate Destroyer made with the mat, it caused the challenger's body to bounce twice off the mat.
Flash bends down to pick up his challenger, The Ultimate Destroyer shakes his head and he is picked up.
Zach Davis: Both men are standing...
Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer kicks the champion with a kick to the gut....
Zach Davis: POWERBOMB!! Now, it's Ultimate Destroyer with a quick pin cover.
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEE!!!
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
The challenger grabs the champion, picking him up in the process.
Zach Davis: Possible belly to back suplex...
Freddy Whoa: Atomic drop.
The impact causes Joey Flash to stumble forward and fall back into the ring ropes. The champion uses the monetum of the ropes and bounces off....
Zach Davis: A simple right cross to the face of The Ultimate Destroyer!!
WHAM.... WHAM.... WHAM... WHAM...
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash is taking The Ultimate Destroyer to school. Connecting with two quick right jabs, then follows that up with left hook and finally with a right uppercut.
The big man stumbles backwards, Flash charges ahead, jumping towards the challenger, twisting his body around flinging his right leg around like a whip.....
Zach Davis: A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!!
Ultimate Destroyer stumbles back towards the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: The champion charges towards the challenger.
The crowd: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: Joey Flash misses a spear and falls through the ropes, but lands on the rig apron!!
Ultimate Destroyer grabs the head of Joey Flash. The back of the neck of the champion is being hung across the top ring rope.
Zach Davis: The challenger is literally pulling the head of Joey Flash, over the top ring ropes.
The crowd groans, as the champion legs are dangling over the ring aporon.
Freddy Whoa: The Ultimate Destroyer is literally hanging the Television Champion.
The referee intervenes...
Stanley Moser: Alright Destroyer... ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR....
Destroyer lets go and the champion collapses on the ring apron. Joey Flash slowly gets up and the challenger swings at the champion, but misses. Joey Flash grabs the head of The Ultimate Destroyer and bounces his neck and head across the top ring rope, flinging him backwards. The challenger stumbles back. Trying gain his balance, the challenger is unawarte of the champion standing on the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: The champion is about to take off.
The crowd begins to cheer.
Joey Flash: SHUT UP!!
Flash flies off the top turnbuckle, grabbing the head of the challenger, on the way down. Joey Flash's back crashes hard down onto the mat, as the head of his challenger connect with the mat.
Freddy Whoa: A very unique ddt from the top turnbuckle, for sure!!
Zach Davis: No doubt!! The champion is going for the pin!!
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEE!!!
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Flash grabs his opponent, slapping his knee into the mid-section of the challenger. Causing him to buckle over. The champion creeps behind Ultimate Destroyer....
Freddy Whoa: Nami juji jime!!
Joey Flash has a normal cross lock from the front with his arms crossed grasping the collars of The Ultimate Destroyer with the thumbs inside.
Freddy Whoa: THEY COLLAPSED DOWN TO THE MAT.
The crowd groans.
Zach Davis: As the challenger is too close to the ropes.
Stanley Moser: alright Flash let go of the choke... ONE....
Joey Flash: NOOOO!!
Stanley Moser: TWO!!!
Joey Flash: NO!!!
Stanley Moser: I WILL disqualify you!! THREE!!
Joey Flash: NOOOOOO!!!
The champion tightens the Nami juji jime.
Stanley Moser: FOUR!! Flash I am very serious. I get to five you will be disqualified and possibly stripped of that championship!!
Zach Davis: You know damn well, THAT would never happen. That's just Stanley Moser using leverage to get the participant to listen to his commands.
Stanley Moser: FIV....
Joey Flash let's go of the submission choke. Destroyer rolls out of the ring, trying to gain back his breath. The champion wastes no time as he bolts over to a corner and climb up to the top turnbuckle. Ultimate Destroyer slowly stands up....
Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer stands up... here comes the chmampion about to crash down on an unexpecting challenger....
Zach Davis: OUT OF NOWHERE!! CHOKE SLAM!! THE CHAMPION IS DOWN!!
Freddy Whoa: As the champion was flying down, The Ultimate Destroyer must of caught a glimpse of the descending champion and caught him with a choke slam down onto the ringside mats.
As the champion struggles to get to a simple base....
Joey Flash: UGGGGHH... <choke> UGGGH...
Zach Davis: Ultimate Destroyer's big massive boot stomped down on the neck of thee champion Joey Flash!!
The challenger picks up the champion....
Freddy Whoa: The Ultimate Destroyer is getting ready to piledrive the champion right on those thin ringside mats.
The crowd: NO!!
The challenger tries again....
The crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Flash escapes and nails the left leg and knee of the challenger with a massive hard kick.
Zach Davis: The challenger is down to one knee!!
Freddy Whoa: Mae hadaka jime!!! Front naked lock!!
Zach Davis: Sometimes called The Guillotine.
The challenger is struggling to stay standing.
Freddy Whoa: Ultimate Destroyer turns around....
Ultimate Destroyer stumbles around pushing Flash backwards, in a very rushed kind of way.
Joey Flash: UGH!!! DAMN!!
The champion's back collided with the steel ringside security railing. Destroyer backs away, grabbing Flash by the head and run, screaming along the way.
Zach Davis: It looks like the way are heading towards the steel ring steps.....
Ultimate Destroyer: AHHHHHHHH!!!!
Joey Flash: AHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Zach Davis: DAMN!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! We need to see the replay on that incident!!
Both competitors have a death grip on each other as they head towards the steel ring steps...
Zach Davis: Both competitors fly over the ring steps, falling, colliding with the matted ringside area.
Freddy Whoa: Both competitors look hurt.
Both gentlemen stand up, rather quickly....
Zach Davis: Both champion AND the challenger are fighting tooth and nail in this title defense.
Flash grabs Destroyer....
The crowd: WHOA!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Joey Flash nails The Ultimate Destroyer with a belly to back suplex, nearly folding up the challenger in half against the security railing.
The champion rolls into the ring. Immediately Stanley Moser begin to count...
The referee: ONE!!
Joey Flash: That's right... I'm gonna win this bitch!!
The referee: TWO!!
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer is NOT moving!!
The referee: THREE!!!
The champion rushes towards a nearby corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle taunting at the crowd.
The referee: FOUR!!
The referee: FIVE!! SIX!!
The crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
The referee: SEVEN!!
Zach Davis: the challenger still hasn't....
Ultimate Destroyer begins to slowly get up.
Zach Davis: I stand corrected. Ultimate Destroyer is slowly standing up.
The referee: EIGHT!! NINE!!
The challenger enters into the ring, barely. Ultimate Destroyer stands up....
Zach Davis: The challenger takes a wild swing towards the champion.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash moves out of the way.....
Zach Davis: Sudden Flash, a quick beautifully timed right handed punch!!
That punch rocks the challenger, nearly twisting the head of The Ultimate Destroyer off his shoulders. But the four hundred pounder is still standing, wobbly, but standing more or less. The challenger stumbles around with a slight confused look across his face.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Lightning Bolt!! A brutally hard and powerful German suplex!!
Zach Davis: The champion releases the hold and is... GOING FOR THE PIN!!
The referee slides into position....
The crowd: ONE!!
The crowd: TWO!!
The crowd: THREEEEEE!!!
[DING!! DING!! DING!!]
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLL WCF Television Champion.... JOOOOOOOOOOOEEEEEYYYY FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSHH!!!
Zach Davis: That was a back and forth kind of match!!!
The crowd begins to scream out a mixture of cheers and boos, as Dark Johnny Reb bolts towards the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! HEY!! Dark Johnny Reb just slid into the ring.
The crowd roars out with thunderous boos.
Zach Davis: Here comes Oblivion.
The Monster roars through the crowd....
Zach Davis: Oblivion just ran over an old woman...
Freddy Whoa: ...who had a beer in her hands.
Zach Davis: Oblivion made her spill that beer. At the concession that beer cost her nine dollars.
Dark Johnny grabs the Television Champion, tossing Joey Flash over the top rope. The Ultimate Destroyer is buckling backwards, trying to get to a simple base.
Zach Davis: What the Hell is going on?!
Both The Monster and The Dark Johnny bumrush The Ultimate Destroyer, causing him to collide with a corner and the turnbuckles.
Zach Davis: They are pounding him down in a hurry.
Ultimate Destroyer tries to get away but ends up will crabwalking backwards back towards the same corner.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! LISTEN TO THIS CROWD!! THE RING IS BEING FILLED WITH FLYING GARBAGE!!
Zach Davis: They are tying up Ultimate Destroyer with the ring ropes. Dark Johnny Reb holds back the head, of the Ultimate Destroyer. Johnny Reb grabs Destroyer's head, smirking.
Dark Johnny: What's your damage, Captain Atom?
Reb strikes Destroyer across the face with a backhand, then forces Destroyer to look at him again.
Dark Johnny: Let me tell you something, you insignificant INSECT!! You're meddling in MY everyday personal affairs!! STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!!!
Oblivion proceeds to hold up a piece of paper with big black bold print on it and shoves it into the direction of the camera....
THE FOURTH WALL!!!
Dark Johnny: THAT STOPS NOW!! I could erase you from history itself... but you obviated that option, my fissionable friend.
Reb stops talking and holds out a hand; Oblivion passes him a kendo stick.
Dark Johnny: No, the time has come --
Ultimate Destroyer: NO!! NOOO!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Dark Johnny: To show you and the rest of the WCF locker room...
Dark Johnny: Exactly what happens....
Dark Johnny: When you challenge powers beyond your pitiful understanding and interfere into business that you had no business getting involved with!!!
Oblivion, once again, proceeds to hold up a piece of paper with big black bold print on it and shoves it into the direction of the camera....
THE FOURTH WALL!!!
At which point, Reb proceeds to beat Destroyer mercilessly with the kendo stick, like a nuclear pinata. Reb just throws the kendo stick down to the mat and walks around in a psychotic huff, talking out loud not directly towards anyone.... JUST TALKING OUT LOUD!!
Dark Johnny: WHO IS THIS JACKASS WANTING TO GET INVOLVED IN OUR BUSINESS!! EVERY TIME WE TURN AROUND ULTIMATE DESTROYER IS THERE!!!
Dark Johnny bolts back over to a welted tied up Ultimate Destroyer, screaming at him.
Dark Johnny: STAY OUT OF OUR BUSINESS!!!
Oblivion grabs the face of Ultimate Destroyer and starts yelling at him about how to act properly.
Oblivion: IT TOLD YOU AWHILE AGO... TO STAY OUT OF IT'S BUSINESS!! DO YOU LISTEN NO!!! NOW, YOU HAVE TO GET YOUR ASS BEAT AND LIKE IT!!
Ultimate Destroyer spats at The Monster. The standing wide eyed crowd shouts out....
The crowd: OUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!
The glob of snot drips off the masked face of Oblivion.
Zach Davis: The Ultimate Destroyer spat at The Monster Oblivion!!
Freddy Whoa: That is not a smart move. Especially if you're tied up!!
Oblivion slammed a boot in the face of The Ultimate Destroyer. Taking the kendo stick, choking him in the process.
Oblivion: STAY OUT OF OUR BUSINESS!! IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU!! YOU KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING, THEN YOU'LL KEEP GETTING THE SAME ASS WHOOPING!! SO STAY AWAY!!
Oblivion back away, eventually bouncing off the ropes and bolting towards The Ultimate Destroyer.....
Zach Davis: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MYYYYYYYYY GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWDDD!!! A MASSIVE BOOT TO THE FACE OF THE ULTIMATE DESTROYER!!
Both Dark Johnny Reb and The Monster Oblivion stand in the center, of the ring.
"Synchronicity(Part 2)" by The Police begins to play.
The American Bank Center erupts with explosive cheers.
Zach Davis: The Polar Phantasm is here!! Polar Phantasm and Oblivion, along with Johnny Reb hav had this violent and creepy raivalry going on for years. That is why it's so strange to see this individual who looks exactly like Johnny Reb, but in a more darker persona hanging with Oblivion.
Polar Phantasm walks out clapping his hands, staring right at Oblivion and Johnny Reb with smiles.
Zach Davis: What does this mean?! What the Blue Hell is going on here!! I'm so damn confused!!
Phantasm pulls out his cell phone, holding it up at an angle with his right arm stretched outward. While both Johnny Reb and Oblivion are standing in the middle, of the ring, Oblivion and Johnny Reb pull out their phones and does the same thing. Two blue bright lights, from above, beam down on both Johnny Reb and Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Those beautiful blue light beams are sparkling Freddy. What the Hell is... GOING ON?!?!?! I'M FREAKING OUT FREDDY!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
As the two sparkling light beams continue to engulf both Oblivion and Johnny Reb, Polar Phantasm walks away.
THE AMERICAN BANK CENTER GOES DARK....
A micro-second later the lights come back on. The ring is empty, but the sparkling blue light beam are still there.
Zach Davis: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: What they Hell did we just witness?!
Freddy Whoa: I don't know Zach. I just don't know.
The cameras catch up with Eric Price at a door backstage that reads ‘R. Speede’. He knocks twice and turns the knob, finding it open. He pushes it open and calls out.
Eric Price: Hey Speede, we need to talk, kid.
He waits, and hears no answer, and pushes it wider open, to see Speede lying on the floor, face-down.
Eric Price: Speede, get up off the floor. We aren't getting anything done with you taking a nap.
He steps in and approaches. Speede doesn't move, and Eric grabs Speede’s shoulder, shaking him. His head turns over and the entire left half of his face is coated in blood, still pouring freshly from a wound above his eye.
Eric Price: Oh, son of a bitch…
Eric stands up and whips out his cell phone, dialing a number as he moves to the door and looks out into the hallway.
Eric Price: Yeah, it's Eric. Hey, I'm over here at Speede’s room. We’re gonna need some medical assistance out here.
The lights in the arena go black. The only light is the words "It's time" written in neon green on the titantron. Disturbed "Criminal" starts to play as the entrance lights up green. Out walks Justin Cash who has his back to the crowd. After a few moments green fireworks explodes revealing a money symbol. The lights turn back on. Justin spins around and throws both hands to the sky and then saunters to the ring. As he is walking to the ring he is bad mouthing the fans. He climbs into the ring and walks to a corner post climbs it and raises both middle fingers to the crowd.
The lights go off as the screen goes to static and 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word death as horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp and blood drips onto the screen spelling out Seifer Black Armstrong... Suddenly Babylon AD by Cradle of Filth blasts out from the speakers and from the smoke a hand reaches up with a black light lamp placing it on the stage as Seifer climbs out of the stage his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage.
Kyle Steel: Introducing from Toronto Ontario Canada, representing S-Pac... The Doomsday Prophet Seifer Black-Armstrong.
Zach Davis: God damn it, Kyle. God DAMN it.
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.
Every single light in the arena will come on at their brightest when the music starts. When we hear the lyrics Occulo will make his way to the ring through the crowd. When over the barrier he'll stare up at the screen which at this point the music will shut off, the lights will shut off and the screen will show grey CCTV footage of an unknown location for a few seconds and then go back to his normal video with the music continuing. He'll then slide into the ring and rest on the ropes with his arms outstretched.
Freddy Whoa: Well here we go, Triple Threat time!
Zach Davis: Very interesting mix of individuals here. Occulo, a man establishing himself currently. Justin Cash, a man who has been here for a little bit, and Seifer - a man who has main evented PPV events. Interesting combo.
Freddy Whoa: Not to mention that Occulo is currently slated to face Joey Flash at One. Flash gave Occulo a vicious beatdown last week, hurting him both physically and mentally... to say the least.
Cash, Occulo, and Black circle the ring, glancing at each other. Occulo makes the first move, running at Black and Clotheslining him down. Justin Cash quickly begins stomping away at Seifer as well.
Zach Davis: As you mentioned, Seifer is easily the most accomplished man in this match. Looks like Occulo and Cash want to take him out early.
Cash picks Seifer up and throws him out of the ring. Cash then turns and is met with a Dropkick from Occulo! Occulo now stomps on Cash.
Freddy Whoa: Predictably, that pairing didn't last too long.
Occulo lifts Cash up and throws him to the ropes. As Cash comes back, Occulo executes a Powerslam, right into the pin.
No!, Cash kicks out.
Zach Davis: Too early to put Justin Cash away.
Occulo lifts Cash up and throws him to the ropes once more. This time Cash takes Occulo down with a huge Big Boot!
Freddy Whoa: Oof!
Black rolls back into the ring now and grabs Cash from behind. He drops him with a Reverse DDT. Occulo is up and tries to throw Seifer into the corner, but Seifer reverses it and sends Occulo into the corner instead. Seifer then runs at Occulo and Clotheslines him, squashing him into it. Seifer then rears back and WOOO!, machine gun chop. Chop! Chop! Chop!
Zach Davis: Vicious chops to the chest of Occulo!
Occulo stumbles out of the corner and Seifer takes him down with a Belly to Belly. Seifer is back up and Justin Cash runs at him. Seifer ducks a Clothesline attempt and lifts Cash up for a Suplex, but Cash shifts his weight and lands behind Seifer. Cash puts Seifer into a Full Nelson.
Freddy Whoa: Submission applied!
No!, Cash hits a Full Nelson Slam! Into a pin!
No!, Seifer kicks out!
Zach Davis: Seifer Black didn't make it to World Title contendership by being put away that easily!
Cash gets up and quickly turns to Occulo, who has stumbled to his feet. Occulo runs at Cash and Cash grabs him and hits a Sidewalk Slam, into another pin.
No!, another kickout.
Freddy Whoa: And Occulo didn't make it to Television Title contendership by being put away THAT easily!
Zach Davis: No, he did it the Champion assaulting him. But also by being a damn fine competitor.
Cash stomps at Occulo, then Seifer, then Occulo. Trying to keep both competitors down. Eventually he lifts Seifer up and hits a stiff right hand, sending Seifer flying out of the ring. He then lifts Occulo up.
Freddy Whoa: Cash Drop!
NO!, Occulo shoves Cash off and into the ropes! Cash bounces back and Occulo delivers a stiff elbow to his throat!
Zach Davis: Oh no! You know what's next.
Occulo Springboards off the ropes and plants Cash's face into the mat on the way down!
Freddy Whoa: Oesophagus Bureau!
Occulo goes to drive his knee forcefully into the side of Cash's head but Cash rolls away at the last second! Occulo marches towards Cash to go back on the attack until Cash rolls him up in a rollup pin!
NO!, Occulo escapes!
Zach Davis: So close! If Cash had eaten that Subliminal Message, it would've been over.
Both men get to their feet. Occulo runs at Cash but Cash lifts him up.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no.. here we go!
Zach Davis: CASH HITS THE HEIST!
Cash immediately goes for the pin!
NO!, Seifer Black breaks it up!
Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE!
Seifer quickly picks Cash up and measures him.
Zach Davis: BACKFIST FROM THE FUTURE!
This sends Cash flying out of the ring. Seifer then turns...
Freddy Whoa: ANOTHER OESOPHAGUS BUREAU!
Occulo's elbow goes right into Seifer's throat! Seifer coughs and Occulo quickly plants him onto the mat. Occulo measures Seifer up before hitting his strike.
Zach Davis: KNEE TO THE HEAD! SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE!
Occulo pins Seifer.
Freddy Whoa: OCCULO GETS THE WIN!
The bell sounds!
Zach Davis: Occulo has picked up the victory here tonight!
The bell sounds as the number one contender to the Television Title stands up and gets his arm raised.
Freddy Whoa: Watch out, Joey Flash! Occulo is on the rise!
Zach Davis: Well we were supposed to have Chelsea Armstrong and Chase Michaels versus Polar Phantasm and Jayson Price next, but with Chase being arrested what now?!
Freddy Whoa: I don't know!
Deep Purple's "The Battle Rages On" hits the PA system.
Zach Davis: What is this?!
Freddy Whoa: I still don't know!
Most of the crowd is clueless to what is about to happen but some of the hardcore fans pop in recognition of the music. Spotlights swirl around the crowd before landing on the stage as Jay Price and Polar Phantasm walk out from the back. They wave to the crowd and then give each other a fist bump before making their way down the ramp, taking time to slap outstretched hands and get a quick photo with a fan or two.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined 489 pounds, from the Antarctic...Jayson Price and Polar Phantasm, the Agents Of The Impossible!
Zach Davis: It's not even Thursday but we're getting a throwback to last year as Price and Polar are celebrating Polar's return to WCF by resurrecting their tag team they formed during the days of Cryogenix.
Price will roll in under the bottom rope as Polar takes the ring steps up onto the apron before stepping into the ring. Once inside both will begin discussing strategies for the match while giving the impatient fans the occasional wave, which of course brings thousands of camera flashes.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponent...
"Hit me like a Man" by The Pretty Reckless hits the speakers as Chelsea Armstrong was out onto the stage. Standing at the top she glances around while swinging a chain around in her hand as it becomes securely attached around her wrist.
Kyle Steel:"Hailing from Saint Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 157 pounds, she is the Sweet Nightmare, CHELSEA ARRRRMMSSTRRROOONNNGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!"
Walking down the ramp her eyes cautiously scan the crowd letting them focus over the people in her eye sight before she jumps onto the apron and rolls into the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle she does the same ignoring the reaction she's getting from the crowd before jumping down and turning her attention to Polar and Price.
Zach Davis: Well if Chelsea is nervous about this match after seeing her partner taken away by the police she's certainly not showing it.
Freddy Whoa: It has to be on the back of her mind though. This team of Polar and Price is no easy task for even a great tag team, but alone? This could get ugly and fast.
Zach Davis: Well the referee is checking with Chelsea to see if she wants to do this. She's saying yes so I guess-
"Push Pull Destroy" by Battlecross hits the arena speakers as Corey Black walks out from the back in his wrestling gear.
Zach Davis: What the hell?! Corey Black?
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Corey walks down to the ring, bobbing his head to the music as everyone in the ring looks on in confusion. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope, stands to his feet and throws up the devil horns before taking the hoodie off and dropping it to the floor. He then poses with his right arm up and bent slightly almost in a vertical flex, left hand on his elbow, as Price tries to question his being out here.
Zach Davis: Jayson looks rather confused as to why Corey is out here.
Freddy Whoa: Aren't we all?
With Price still demanding an answer, Black walks over to the other side of the ring and steps out onto the apron by Chelsea's corner.
Zach Davis: Wait...COREY BLACK IS GOING TO BE CHELSEA'S PARTNER FOR THIS MATCH?!
Freddy Whoa: Holy plot twist Batman!
Even Chelsea seems shocked that Corey is helping her tonight. Price is livid as Polar tries to hold him back from going after Black. The referee joins him and they eventually get Price out onto the apron but he's fuming as he stares down Black. The referee signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: Well all plot twists aside, we have a match here as Polar Phantasm and Chelsea Armstrong appear to be starting things off for their teams.
Price is still fuming and demanding to be tagged in but Polar chooses to let him cool off as he and Chelsea circle each other up. They move in for the tie-up and Polar gets Chelsea in a hammerlock, torquing the arm. Chelsea tries to fight out of it but it's Polar with a headbutt to the back of the head. Polar torques the arm one last time and then from out of nowhere releases the hold and catches Chelsea from behind with a schoolboy.
Not even a one count as Chelsea wasn't caught nearly enough off guard. She tries to scramble to her feet but Polar cuts her off with an elbow smash to the back. Polar now going to whip Chelsea into the ropes but Chelsea reverses it and counters with a clothesline that takes Polar to the mat. Chelsea now mounting Polar and she fires off some right hands as the referee tries to get her to stop. It takes a four count but Chelsea finally relents and pushes herself up as Polar gets up as well. Chelsea goes for an arm drag but Polar blocks it and gets Chelsea in a rear waist lock. Polar with a German suplex attempt but Chelsea blocks it. Chelsea with a snapmare and then a kick to the back as Corey is looking to get tagged in.
Zach Davis: Are we going to see Pantheon versus Pantheon?
Freddy Whoa: I think so!
Chelsea obliges as Black enters the ring and allows Polar to get to his feet. They share a look and nod at each other as Price screams from the apron about Black teaming with Chelsea. Polar and Black go for the tie-up and it's Black with an elbow to the face as Polar starts to take control. Another elbow to the face spins Polar around and into the ropes. Black tries for a German but Polar holds onto the ropes and Black falls backward onto the mat. Polar spins around and drops an elbow onto Black's chest before he can get up. Polar with the pin attempt.
A one count is all he gets as Black shoves him off. Both men up to their feet and Black tries for an elbow. It connects but Polar comes right back at him with an elbow. It's an elbow war for the ages as they go back and forth, neither man relenting even as they struggle to stay upright from the shots. Black finally manages to get the better of Polar as he blocks an elbow and catches him in the gut with a kick. Corey backs up and charges at Polar looking for a boot to the face. Polar ducks it and Black stops himself in time before getting caught on the top rope. Black spins around and Polar fires off a Superkick. Black ducks it and Polar connects with Chelsea's chin. Chelsea tries to catch the rope to keep herself up but misses and falls backward, knocking her head on the steps on the way down.
Zach Davis: OH! Wow that looked like it hurt!
Polar looks out over the top rope at Chelsea with a look of concern. Black starts to go after Polar until he sees Chelsea out on the floor and rolls out of the ring. Polar now leaving the ring as Price is left screaming for Polar to get back to to wrestling. The referee starts up a ten count as both Polar and Black are calling for a medic for Chelsea.
A medic rushes out from the back as Polar and Black kneel by Chelsea out of concern. Price hops down off the apron and goes around to where Polar is, telling him to get back in the ring.
The medic reaches Chelsea and all three men are trying to help her sit up. Price grabs Polar and yells in his face that they are a team and Chelsea is the enemy but Polar pushes him off. The medic has Chelsea sitting up and is talking to her as Polar and Black seem relieved.
Both men look toward the ring and finally realize the referee is counting them out and try to get into the ring.
The referee calls for the bell as both men slide in the ring.
Kyle Steel: Due to a double count-out, this match is officially a draw!
Polar and Black both try reasoning with the referee, pointing to Chelsea and the medic and explaining they were trying to help her, but the referee shakes his head. Price is livid outside the ring as he kicks the ring steps.
Zach Davis: Well what was looking to be a great match ends in a double count out after both Corey Black and Polar Phantasm decided to put the match aside and look after Chelsea Armstrong after what looked like a nasty head bump onto the steps.
Freddy Whoa: Let's hope that she's okay after-
Whoa gets cut off as Price snatches the microphone from Kyle Steel at ringside.
Jayson Price: The hell was that?
Both Polar and Black look at Price from inside the ring.
Jayson Price: Polar we were supposed to be a team and you cost us a match because you're worried about our opponent? What kind of bullcrap is that?
Polar starts explaining the situation but we can't hear him without a microphone.
Jayson Price: And you Black? What the hell are you even doing teaming with her? She's not Pantheon, she's the enemy. What, are you trying to be like Orbit and turn your back on us?
Polar grabs Black by the arm to keep him from going after Price.
Jayson Price: Both of you make me sick. Polar you cost me a match and Black...I don't know what the hell you're thinking. And what was it all for? For Chelsea? Trying to be nice because she's a woman?
The crowd boos as Price gestures to Chelsea as the medic helps her to her feet.
Jayson Price: Well here, since you seem to care so much, let me give you a reason to check on her.
Price drops the microphone and grabs Chelsea as the medic tries to lead her past. Polar and Black both rush to leave the ring as Price lifts Chelsea up and drops her headfirst onto the steps with a Pricebuster.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!
Price hops the barricade and into the crowd before Black and Polar can get him. They start to go after him but then stop to check on Chelsea again. Price is in the crowd getting pelted with trash as security tries to keep fans from rushing him. The camera zooms in on him as he yells out "She's the enemy! Deal with it!".
Zach Davis: I have no words for what I've just seen. Polar and Black showed nothing but professionalism and class by trying to help make sure Chelsea was okay. And then for Price to do that? Just because of a loss?
Freddy Whoa: It's not right. Just not right at all.
More medics run out from the back as Slam fades out to commercial with a shot of Chelsea laid out on the steps.
Occulo is sat cross legged in the corner of his dressing room with a cup of water.
Occulo: I’m sorry Frank
Frank: You’ve no need to be. I can tell when someone has been led astray. Thing is you are so far off the beaten track astray would feel like home.
Occulo: I know.
Frank: Thing is Occulo you head into a place like this a vulnerable man you’re bound to let someone in eventually. Shame this guy is on the wrong side of prison bars.
Occulo: Hmm well, I think prison bars are as common as muck to him.
Frank: So how’s the wrestling going? You World Champion yet?
Occulo: Not quite. I’ve been put up against some absolute freaks though.
Frank: Yeah, this place is a bit of a circus I bet
Occulo: Are you okay?
Frank: Me? Ha, Occulo I’ve had much worse than this. you know if you do a connect-the-dot with the bullet holes in my leg it looks just like a stick man.
Occulo: Surprised you can still walk
Frank: Me too.
Occulo: I never thanked you did I? I never thanked you for being the only guy who ever gave a crap.
Frank: No but, you know what don’t worry. I’m just glad you’re okay.
Occulo: Yeah, I think I am…
Frank: You need to know that I never pitied you. How can I pity you when what was happening wasn’t your fault?
Occulo: ...how is he?
Frank: Your Dad?
Frank: He’s okay. He’s alive and well and suited and groomed as he always was.
Occulo: I think it’s time to forget about him Frank. I think it’s time to stop pitying those who are happy and start fighting people who thrive on misfortune.
Frank: I think you’re strong enough to do that. You’re a good kid Occulo.
Occulo: There are some smug faces that need wiping clean. Starting with that Italian cunt.
Occulo throws the cup into the bin and heads quickly for the door. Frank gets up and follows him
Frank: Occulo wait! Stop a minute. Just sit down and think straight
Occulo: Frank this is the straightest I have ever thought. Trust me.
Frank holds his arm but lets it go reluctantly. He follows Occulo out of the room
The scene fades into the packed Slam arena in Chorpus Christi.
The lights die as we hear a cacophony of crows cawing, the sounds warp and twist under duress, a symphony of machine parts now imposing their will; this cumulates with “Reptile”, by Nine Inch Nails ending the chorus and holding court. A red spotlight hits the stage as Cory Scarecrow and Marc Mayhem appear. Cory hisses at the crowd as Marc smirks, fires a single shot from a finger pistol, triggering a rapid fire rat, tat, tat of six short bursts of pyrotechnics. The display creates a wall of red mist that slithers steadily down the ramp way. Cory and Mayhem cut a sinister visage as they march with a purpose, slicing through the descending fog that now encircles the ring. Factory Black soak up the heat, before sliding inside and awaiting their opponents.
Zach Davis: What a huge night it's been so far heading into One in a few weeks!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! And we've got even more action coming to you tonight in the form of a triple threat tag team match. We have Factory Black going up against The Poondock Saints...and also The Vapor Kings!
Zach Davis: That's right! The victor goes home with a shot at the Tag Team Championships!
Freddy Whoa: ...but The VK are already the Tag Team Champions.
Zach Davis: If they win, they've basically defended their titles! They'll knock out the competition in one fell swoop!
The lights in the arena go black. A cheer comes up from the crowd and then mates with a chant, a MASSIVE IRREPRESSIBLE chant from every corner of the arena, from every poon and thick in attendance tonight.
The crowd: POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS!
The excitement reaches a fever pitch. The fans froth at their collective mouths in anticipation of the thick shit that's bout it bout it, ready to cum in mere moments, though they're still shrouded in darkness save for cellphone flash bulbs so y'all can't really see it but y'all can feel it. The giddy aura of the WCF Universe is instantly impregnated by the sound of a gunshot.
"Natural Born Killaz" by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube tears through the PA system like the thickness does the poon. Simultaneously, the lights come back up in full-on strobe mode with red and green flashing all about the building in every which way. White people be dancin' the Jitterbug, but hey-- at least they gettin down to them thick gangsta rap sounds. The entire crowd is vibing, smoking phat blunts, tippin them forties, motorboatin' the biggest and baddest titties.
Kaz Mazy and Bobby Cairo emerge in the crowd, being led toward the ring by their manager Bolts Quackenbush, who's waving that Old Glory Poon Guinean Flag with the hammer and sickle and them fifty stars and thirteen bars.
Zach Davis: The Poondock Saints are in the house!
Freddy Whoa: Thickest entrance in this business today, Zach. Look at them white folk dancin' the Jitterbug. Crazy ass white folk.
Bitches be gettin their twerk on as Dre and Cube pay tribute with homicidal lyrics. Bolts hurdles over the fan barrier, never wavering from that flag but waving it like the proud military veteran that he be. Cairo and Mazy hop over the barrier and present a united front as they wait for their match to begin.
The crowd: POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS! POON-DOCK SAINTS!
Bolts whipping that flag into a frenzy to accommodate the patriotic legions in attendance.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! The Poondocks have been white hot lately!
Zach Davis: Das racist Zac, but none the less, I forgive ya'. Bobby Cairo is on a WARpath to claim the World Championship from the third member of the Vapor Kings...ICE Beckman! A win here would not only be another title shot in the bank for Bobby, but he'll be sending a message to ICE Beckman as well.
Freddy Whoa: And what message is that?
Zach Davis: WE COMIN FUH YOU NIGGUH!
Freddy Whoa: DAAAS RACIS!
The opening sample of "So Whatcha Want" by Beastie Boys fills the arena as the lights dim. When the song kicks in, strobelights flash throughout the arena and a spotlight hits the entrance. Buddy Roman takes the stage, followed by Zombie McMorris and "The Mack" Steve Orbit. Buddy stands before them with a proud smile. The two men taunt the crowd for a few moments until a series of pyros explode and they are led to the ring by Buddy.
Zach Davis: This is hands down one of THE most dominant stables in WCF history. They've been rolling the competition fatter than their joints.
Freddy Whoa: I gotta admit, the other teams in this match have they hands full with this one. Vapor Kings don't think much of their competition. At all.
Zach Davis: Probably that DEVIOUS BUDDY ROMAN!!!
"Pompeii" by E.S. Posthumus begins instantly. "Dan" fades onto the screen above stage and holds for three seconds, followed by a crossfade into "Van" for another three, and then "Slade" ends it with a final three second hold. The beautifully orchestrated theme by E.S. Posthumus engulfs the arena and at about twelve seconds into the vanity appears "Devious" Dan Van Slade who whips the curtain behind him and hurries to the stage. The superstar stops at the edge of the ramp as he is introduced by the ring announcer. He points to his left, and then to the right; he lifts his head and closes his eyes. Pyrotechnics are showcased behind him with a row of flames shooting from the stage floor, and a shower of bright sparks pouring from the rafters above. The pompous introduction comes to a halt, but the epic theme continues as Van Slade arrogantly treks down the ramp with his sights set on the wrestling ring. The devious performer talks with himself while shouting crude remarks toward the crowd. He stops mid-way and then jets toward the ring. He slides underneath the bottom rope until he anchors himself into the center of the squared-circle. He slowly moves to his feet and stares into the crowd with determined eyes and a sadistic grin. His battle tune fades.
Zach Davis: Speaking of DVS...Here's the real wildcard in this match! DVS has no loyalty to any of these teams, so this match can go down in flames pretty quick.
Freddy Whoa: You gotta think that he only took this spot as Special Guest Referee to mess with Orbit. He's gunning for that Hardcore Championship around Orbit's waist!
Zach Davis: Well, he did bring that Santa's Sack O Weapons to the ring with him tonight. Mindgames. DVS mindgames.
Kaz, Mayhem, and Orbit are starting it out as...DVS checks his gmail, Twitter, Instagram...
Zach Davis: COME ON!! WAKE UP SLADE!!!
As DVS calls for the bell and the match begins. Mayhem beelines for Kaz, but Orbit catches him from Mayhem from behind with a right hook and Kaz nails Orbit in the gut with a kick. All three competitors back away from each other as the mood already begins to intensify and the crowd lights up.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! This is gonna be a great match!!!
Orbit and Kaz lock up, but Mayhem charges the two and knocks them both into the ropes, rbit ducks out and Mayhem as Mayhem and Kaz begin to brawl. Mayhem hits Kaz with an uppercut and knocks hin into the ropes...as Orbit drops Mayhem with a back suplex. He gets up and charges Kaz, who flings him onto the apron. He knocks Orbit off with a quick dropkck and turns around...to eat a clothesline from Mayhem! Mayhem lifts Kaz up and drops him with a snap suplex! He covers Mazy...
Freddy Whoa: Broken up by Orbit!
Orbit gains control over Mayhem and whips him into his corner. He charges and splashes Mayhem with a plancha, then tags in ZMAC. ZMAC hits a backbreaker on Marc and Orbit leaps off the turnbuckle with a leg drop, contorting Marc Mayhem up. Scarecrow is on the apron calling out for the tag as ZMAC goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: Marc Mayhem with the shoulder up.
Freddy Whoa: Now Mazy is on his feet!
ZMAC has Marc isolated in their corner and Kaz chargss for a splash, smashing both of them into the turnbuckle. Mayhem hits the mat and rolls away and Mazy rolls up ZMAC for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: McMorris kicks out!
Zach Davis: Now Zombie and Kaz are face to face!
ZMAC and Mazy lock up, and Kaz knees ZMAC in the gut and takes a headlock advantage. ZMAC rushes him against the ropes and bounds off, rushing back and hits him with a shoulder block...but Mazy counters it with a hip toss as Marc makes the tag on a fresh Scarecrow. Acarecrow charges and hits Mazy with a leaping clothesline, knocking him to the ground. He stomps ZMAC and picks Mazy up for a suplex...but ZMAC pulls his leg out from under him. Kaz and Scarecrow both hit the mat as ZMAC stands to his feet. He picks Scarecrow up and hits him with a flapjack, then rolls over him for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: No! Broken up by Kaz!
Kaz lifts ZMAC up by the dreads and Irish whips him. As he comes back, he hits him with a spinning heel kick, then floats over to his corner and tags in Cairo to a huge pop from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Number one contender to the World Championship in the ring now!
Scarecrow charges Cairo and eats a clothesline. ZMAC gets up and eats a clothesline as well. Cairo charges the corner and attempts to knock Orbit off, but Orbit backsteps and Cairo barely misses. Cairo turns around to get a dropkick from Scarecrow!
Zach Davis: Cairo was attempting to clean house, but Orbit threw a xhink in the chain.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow derailed it! He's trying to make himself famous!
Scarecrow lifts Cairo off his feet.,.but ZMAC is up and hits them both with a dropkick. Cairo catches the ropes, but Scarecrow bounces off and gets a german suplex from ZMAC. Cairo comes off the ropes and attempts a clothesline, but ZMAC ducks and tags in Orbit. Orbit leaps on the ropes and springs off, hittinf Cairo with a crossbody. He hooks his leg for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo got the shoulder up!
Cairo rolls away from the situation as Scarecrow.catches Orbit with a leaping axe handle from behind. Orbit bounds against the ropes and eats a kick from the apron by Kaz! DVS takes sleight to this and begins to speak to Kaz by the apron. Cairo is now back on his feet and has control over Orbit. He whips him into the ropes, but Scarecrow hits Orbit before he can even make it to the ropes. Cairo stares at Scarecrow like "Muddafawkah? Dat was my shit." Crow and Cairo lock up in the center, but Mayhem flies off the turnbuckle and hits Cairo with an axe handle, then rolls out of the ring. Scarecrow gains the advamtage just as DVS turns arounDd. Crow drops him with a back suplex and covers him for the pin.
Cairo's shoulder flies off the mat and breaks up the count. Scarecrow lifts Cairo to his feet and attempts a knee facebuster, but Cairo hip tosses him over. Crow kips up and tags in Mayhem. As Myahem charges Cairo, he eats a springboard dropkick from a recovered Orbit. Orbit turns on Cairo and the two lock up. Orbit knees Cairo in the gut and tosses him towards the turnbuckle, tagging in ZMAC for another double team move. They both grab Cairo around the head and go dor a double suplex, but Cairo catches his leg on the turnbuckle. With the motion stopped, Mayhem comes up from behind and grabs both Orbit and ZMAC around their waists and drops them BOTH with german suplexes.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a feat of strength from Marx Mayhem.
Mayhem turns around...
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!!!
Mayhem's head hits the mat and Bobby rolls him for the pin.
Zach Davis: SCARECROW!!! BROKE IT UP FROM OUTTA NOWHERE!
Freddy Whoa: He may have just saved the match for his team!
Cairo turns on Scarecrow...but right as ZMAC and Orbit are both fetting to their feet! ZMAC whips Cairo around...
Freddy Whoa: WORLD TOUR 69!!!
Zach Davis: NO! CAIRO GETS OUT...RCAIRO TO ZMAC!!!
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC pushes him away!
Freddy Whoa: Right into a Honey Dip from Orbit!
Cairo hits the mat and Kaz leaps up on to the second rope, calling for the tag. ZMAC rushes Kaz and Orbit begins fighting Scarecrow. Mayhem recovers and joins the fray against Scarecrow, and the two quickly gain an advantage over Orbit. ZMAC boots Mazy off the rope, but grabs him before he falls off the apron. He holds him by the neck and begins choking him. DVS doesn't even seem interested in controlling the action, he's too busy watching Orbit get pummeled by Factory Black.
Zach Davis: CONTROL THE MATCH REF! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
Freddy Whoa: He's tryna send a message to Orbit right now. He IS in control of this match.
ZMAC is still holding onto Mazy, who appears to be struggling while running out of oxygen. He reaches...and grabs a kendo from DVS's bag of tricks. He pops ZMAC over the noggin with it and ZMAC releases the hold and Kaz crashes to the mat outside.
Zach Davis: THIS IS CHAOS!
Back in the ring, Scarecrow and Mayhem have put Orbit down in a two on one and now have their sights on Bobby Cairo. They move towards him...but Cairo was playing possum! He snips Mayhem with a punch then goes for an RCAIRO on Scarecrow...but Scarecrow dodges. He hits Cairo in the back with a hard knee and Cairo hits the ropes. The crowd is goin fuckin nuts at this point, obviously. Things are getting tense and everybody, including ya momma, wants to see how this match is gonna end.
Freddy Whoa: RCAIRO!
Cairo hits a DOUBLE RCAIRO on both members of Factory Black! Scarecrow and Mayhem roll out of the ring as Cairo gets to his feet... and turns face to face with Zombie McMorris.
Zach Davis: Welp-
Without missing a beat, Cairo drops McMorris with ANOTHER R-CAIRO!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Cairo throws himself on top of Zombie, going for the win.
Zach Davis: THERE IT IS! DVS COUNTS THE PIN!
Freddy Whoa: We've got new Number One Contenders!
The bell sounds as Cairo gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: The Poondock Saints have won Tag Title contendership!
Freddy Whoa: Hell, if this had been a Tag Team Titles match, we'd have new Champions!
Kaz Mazy and Cairo get their arms held high in the air.
Zach Davis: Could DVS' upcoming Hardcore Title contendership have anything to do with him making sure the Vapor Kings lost?
Freddy Whoa: Don't take this win away from the Poondock Saints, Zach. They earned it.
Occulo navigates headstrong through the corridors until he turns a corner to see a 30 something woman with a boy whose resemblance immediately struck Occulo. He stops and simply stares at them for a few seconds. The woman looks up and smiles at him.
Occulo: Hi, are you...are you lost?
Alessandra: No, thank you.
Alessandra: Just waiting for someone. You?
Occulo doesn’t laugh at the irony of the question, he instead just politely responds
Occulo: Oh, no. Just going to get some fresh air. Tough session at the gym…
Christian jumps up and down at the arrival of Occulo.
Alessandra: What’s an Occulo?
He points toward the man in front of them.
Christian: I want picture.
Alessandra sighed and removed her phone from her pocket.
Alessandra: Sorry about this, do you mind?
Occulo takes a deep breath. This is almost a leap of faith for him.
Occulo: Of course not. I think you’re my first fan little buddy
He bends at the knees and motions for Christian to stand with him. Christian poses flexing his muscles as Alessandra snaps the photo. A voice from behind her comes bellowing round the corner.
Joey Flash: Hey I got you the popcorn you wanted-
Joey Flash rounds the corner to see his family...and Occulo stood next to his son, arm around him.
Joey Flash: Huh what’s this? Met another wrestler?
Joey tentatively steps toward his fiancee.
Joey Flash: That’s the name. We wrestled once didn’t we? Sorry I didn’t get a proper chance to say hello.
He steps in between his son and Occulo.
Occulo: We did. Our debut’s I believe. It was a triple threat apparently but I remember only the two of us showing up...so to speak.
Alessandra sensed the tension and pulled her son away.
Joey turned to her.
Joey Flash: Relax.
Occulo: Everything okay? Sorry I hope I haven’t stepped on your toes here. He just wanted a picture.
Christian broke his mothers grasp and stumbled toward them.
Christian: Picture, Daddy and Occulo!
The little boy stepped between them and motioned a camera click to his mother. She looked hesitantly at Joey.
Joey Flash: He just wants a picture right?
The camera flashes once more as both men appear face to face in a boxing staredown pose, oblivious to the outside world. They really must be good at their job, the testosterone was flowing, Alessandra thought. Frank looks at them nervously, dying to step in but not wanting to stunt Occulo’s growth. He simply stands and avoids eye contact with anyone.
Joey Flash: Okay lil man, didn’t you want to watch the wrestling? Go with Mom and I’ll be with you in a jif.
The little boy, still excited toddles off into the direction of Alessandra who shoots Joey a glance. He nods for her to leave and she takes the hand of Christian and leads him away around the corner. Joey and Occulo are alone.
Occulo: Well go ahead, but first let me just stand here and applaud at what a great man you are using your own child as some kind of mind game. Inspired isn’t the word. Or am I wrong? You brought him here innocently as the day is long. Bring your child to work day or something.
Joey Flash: No games.
Occulo: No games. Joey you have more games in your head than FAO fucking Schwarz. Is this the serious Joey now? You’re not going to get your water pistol or bullshit around? Are you mad because I’ve seen you in a light which shows you as a normal human being?
Joey Flash: Can I leave, or are we going to fight right now?
Occulo: Leave? And go where Joey? Back to your little tour of the arena? Sorry if I’m not keeping to your schedule of violence, shall I come back the next time she says no? So you have an excuse to show just how a big a man Joey Flash is?
Occulo SHOVES Joey
Occulo: Come on Joey. I want you to really show me what Joey Flash is all about.
Joey Flash: I’m sorry.
Joey turns from Occulo and begins to walk away...before pivoting and firing a right hand straight into the jaw of Occulo, sending him reeling against the wall. Occulo smiles through the pain and looks up at Joey.
Occulo: You know, I’d sooner be Fatherless than be brought up by the slime of humanity that you are Joey. Come on, hit me a few more times. Be the model that your kid will follow. Be the fucking man. Make sure you wash the blood off before you return to him. Or has he seen this all before? Is blood on your hands just like the black of coal of a miner returning home?
Joey turns from Occulo’s piercing stare.
Joey Flash: There’s no blood on my hands Occy, quick question before I leave, when did you get so one track minded that you didn’t notice your ‘friend’ disappear from behind you?
Occulo turns toward where Frank was stood, to see Frank still stood there incredulously.
Occulo is hammered to the ground by Joey from behind and then stomps on his head once...twice...three times. Leaving Occulo a mess on the floor. Joey turns to Frank.
Joey Flash: Hah! That actually worked two weeks in a row. Silly man. Oh mustn’t forget.
Joey looks at Frank.
Joey Flash: Aren’t you going to help him?
Frank looks down at Occulo. He had seen countless attacks on his Father and not batted an eyelid in emotional response...but this, this was a dagger in his heart. His face grimaced and took a deep breath to hold back a tear. He looks at Joey and clenched his fists. His head an absolute warzone of revenge vs Occulo’s wishes.
Joey removes his phone from his pocket and sizes up Occulo in the picture lens.
Joey Flash: I think I want a picture too.
With a click and a flash, the picture of Occulo’s battered face appears on the phone.
Joey Flash: Picture perfect. See you at ONE.
Joey exits the same way his family did as we…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam and shit. What a huge night so far heading into One!
Zach Davis: We’re only two weeks away from One, and things are definitely heating up!
The arena goes dark, the entrance and stage are start to flicker with neon blue and white lights as “Cells” by The Sevant begins to slowly play through the PA system. Fog fills the entrance area and Steeltoe Joe comes walking methodically to the beat of the music out of the midst of the fog.
Kyle Steel: On his way to the ring from Stockton California…standing at six foot five and weighing two hundred and seventy two pounds…he is the PEOPLES CHAMPION….STEEEEEEEEEEEELTOOOOOOE JOE!!!
The fans are going nuts as Joe pumps his muscles and takes off his sunglasses to look around the arena to the masses of fans cheering and chanting his name. He puts his sunglasses back on and starts to talk down the ramp. He makes his way to the ring steps and walks up them in a slow manner but then explodes through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera. He raises his arms in his presumed victory, points to Heaven and jumps off the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Our People’s Champion has been on a roll since claiming his – what he claims to be – his birthright. He will go to any lengths to retain here tonight.
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd’s “Sweet Home Alabama” hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rain down on the stage.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from Sweet Water, Alabama…standing at five foot eleven and weighing two hundred and five pounds…he is the “Inveterate Confederate” JOOOOOHNYYYYY REEEEEEB!!!
The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Here comes the Inveterate Confederate!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but what Johnny Reb are we getting tonight? The crowd has been lukewarm at best towards him since he started uh…displaying some of his darker tendencies.
Zach Davis: Are you serious? He just won a Fatal Four Way TLC match against Oblivion, Phantasm, and Kaz Mazy! Also, he’s beat STJ before…
Freddy Whoa: In STJ’s first match here in the WCF, no less. Maybe STJ is looking for retribution? That Divine Retribution, perhaps?
Zach Davis: We’ll see…oh, and the action is kicking off!
STJ and Reb lock up as the referee calls for the bell. STJ hits Reb with a gut kick and pops him on the side of the head with a hard right.
Zach Davis: STJ’s looking heated tonight!
Freddy Whoa: Hopefully he doesn’t get overconfident.
STJ with a headlock and he takes Reb to the ground. Mounted punches on top of the Inveterate Confederate, but Reb maneuvers out of it. The two lock up again, and STJ gets another headlock…but Reb drops him with a back suplex. Reb springboards off the ropes and hits STJ with a splash. He hooks the leg for the pin.
Zach Davis: STJ with the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: Reb’s gonna have to do more than that to keep the Pastor down!
Zach Davis: He’s on the right track, though. He just needs to keep the momentum in his favor.
Reb lifts STJ up by the head and drags him to the ropes. He begins hitting the STJ with chest chop after chest chop, each one knocking STJ’s head back. Reb springs off the turnbuckle and hits STJ with a dropkick…but STJ moves and Reb hits the ropes, crashing down to the mat in a heap. STJ rolls Reb over and stomps him a few times before Reb starts to pull himself up using the ropes. STJ begins hitting the Inveterate Confederate with kicks as he’s pulling himself up…but Reb grabs STJ’s leg and lunges into him, knocking them both down to the mat.
Zach Davis: Quick thinking by Reb!
Reb hits STJ with a few mounted punches before lifting STJ to his feet and dropping him with a suplex. He rolls over quickly and covers STJ once again.
STJ tosses Reb away from him and breaks the pin at the same time. STJ quickly recoups and gets to his feet and the two face off once again. STJ locks Reb in yet another headlock, but rolls behind him and switches the hold to an arm lock. STJ holds the lock and Reb begins to look for a way out of the hold.
Freddy Whoa: STJ has that hold locked in.
Zach Davis: This could be it for Reb…
Reb reacts quickly and somersaults forward. He kips up and all of a sudden is out of Joe’s hold. Joe is mildly confused at Reb’s quick thinking, but doesn’t have time to be confused as Reb hits STJ with an enziguiri…but STJ ducks and locks Reb up with an STF!
Zach Davis: Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
Freddy Whoa: You been on a Lord of the Rings binge again?
Reb struggles to move towards the ropes, but STJ has Reb locked up tight!
Zach Davis: Reb’s gotta get the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Wait a minute!
Reb, with all of his might, nails STJ in the noodle with an elbow and STJ temporarily releases the hold. Reb hits him with another and STJ rolls off of the Inveterate Confederate! Reb crawls away and uses the ropes again to climb to his feet.
Zach Davis: That was another quick move by Reb, but is the damage done?
Freddy Whoa: Only time will tell in this heated match for the WCF People’s Championship!
The crowd begins to light up for the two competitors. STJ shakes off the blows and kneels down for another moment before climbing to his feet. They lock up, trading holds once more before Reb gets the upper hand with a german suplex position…but STJ charges the ropes and uses the momentum to push Reb away…but Reb quickly rolls up and hits STJ with a dropkick, knocking him over the ropes and to the apron. Reb charges STJ once more, but STJ perceives it and grabs Reb as he leaps, and then throws him down to the mat. STJ comes along for the ride and now both competitors are outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: What impact!
Freddy Whoa: Who’s gonna get to their feet first.
The question is answered quickly as STJ gets to his feet and the crowd begins to chant.
The crowd: S – T – J! LETS’ GO JOHNNY! S – T – J! LET’S GO JOHNNY!
STJ lifts Reb to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He climbs in after and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Reb got the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: That was a close call for Johnny Reb! How much does he have left in the tank?!
STJ lifts Reb to his feet…but Reb catches STJ with a punch on the way up. STJ is thrown through a loop with that punch, and Reb uses this to his advantage. He leaps to his feet and jumps up and hits STJ with a frankensteiner!
Zach Davis: That was so fast!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Reb was a blur just now!
Reb taunts to the crowd, who eat it up, then heads to the turnbuckle. STJ begins to get to his feet as Reb climbs to the top turnbuckle. Reb leaps, that corkscrew shooting star DDT on the horizon…but STJ catches him and lifts him up…
Zach Davis: STRONGHOLDS! STJ nails it!
STJ covers Reb.
Zach Davis: NO! Reb got the shoulder up again!
Freddy Whoa: And STJ is wondering what the hell he’s gotta do to put Reb away!
STJ lifts Reb up to his feet, who barely seems to be standing. He pushes him against the ropes, gets to the middle of the ring and hits Reb with a knee to the gut. Off the opposite side and performs the same move. Once more STJ hits the knee to the gut before lifting Reb up with a scoop slam…but Reb wiggles out of it and ends up behind STJ. STJ whips around to eat a kick to the gut, then Reb drops him with a facebreaker DDT!
Zach Davis: STJ is out cold!
Freddy Whoa: Reb’s going for the pin.
STJ gets the shoulder up to a huge pop from the crowd. Reb rolls off and they both lay on the ground.
The crowd: S-T-J! LET’S GO JOHNNY! S-T-J! LET’S GO JOHNNY! S-T-J!
Freddy Whoa: This crowd is pumped for the People’s Championship match.
Zach Davis: This is awesome Freddy!
They both begin to stir to their feet, and STJ uses the ropes to balance himself. Reb does the same thing on the opposite side. The two stand and face each other…
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Steeltoe Joe!
Joe runs at Reb and drops him with a Clothesline. Reb stumbles up..
Zach Davis: DIVINATION!
NO!, Reb shoves Joe forward with all his strength. This crushes the ref between Joe and the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Oh goodness.
Joe roars forward and Clotheslines Reb down once more. Reb gets up again and Joe drops him with a Divination!
Zach Davis: DIVINATION! HE HITS IT!
JOE PINS REB!
There is no one to count a legimitate pinfall, since the ref is out!
Freddy Whoa: Come on! Joe had this won!
Zach Davis: Or maybe Reb isn't bothering to use the energy to kick out seeing as he knows the ref isn't counting?
And all of a sudden, Gravedigger is in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! GRAVE MARKER!
Gravedigger hits the Grave Marker on Steeltoe Joe! The crowd boos like crazy and Gravedigger looks down at Steeltoe Joe, who is practically knocked out.
Zach Davis: Come on. We know Joe and Gravedigger have been feuding, but... come on!
Gravedigger drops to the mat and rolls out. Johnny Reb has stumbled to his feet and looks down at Joe, grinning.
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb knows the People's Championship is within his grasp!
Reb jumps to the top.
Zach Davis: Here it comes!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! HE HITS IT!
REB HITS THE SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT! He pins as the referee wakes up...
Zach Davis: WE'VE GOT A NEW PEOPLE'S CHAMPION!
The bell sounds.
Reb stumbles to his feet and quickly grabs the People's Championship before dropping back down and rolling out.
Freddy Whoa: With all this Dark Reb nonsense.... he's captured the People's Championship!?
Zach Davis: More importantly, the greatest People's Champion of all time has lost the belt... and Gravedigger cost him that!
Reb backpeddles up the ramp, clutching the People's Championship, as Gravedigger stands on the outside of the ring laughing. Steeltoe Joe works his way up.... hatred in his eyes.
A Mariachi/martial music mash up begins to play over the arena’s speakers.
Zach Davis: Bah Gawd, that’s….. I don’t know whose music that is.
Freddy Whoa: It sounds familiar though, almost like-
After several moments a big man in a wide brimmed hat stomps out from the gorilla position. Long time followers of the WCF recognize him instantly, and begin to boo.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Stuart Slane!!!
Slane glares at the crowd contemptuously from the stage before quick marching down the ramp.
Zach Davis: Look at what he’s wearing, Freddy. It’s his old Scoutmaster costume-
Freddy Whoa: Uniform.
Zach Davis: Whatever. But I thought Slane wasn’t allowed to associate himself with the Boy Scouts anymore?
Freddy Whoa: I thought he quit the WCF after losing his match at Aftermath against Jonny Fly?
Slane makes a couple of circuits around the outside apron, picking a microphone off the announcer’s table during his second trip. He then assents the steps, slips through the ropes, and enters the ring.
Zach Davis: Stuart Slane isn’t one to keep his thoughts to himself. I’m sure we’ll get an explanation from him now that he’s out here.
Freddy Whoa: Yes, a long, drawn out, self-serving explanation that uses a lot of ten dollar words.
Zach Davis: You might want to get your thesauruses out people.
Once inside the ring Stuart gives the three fingered “scout salute” to all four sections of the stadium’s seating and waits for the jeering to stop. Then he speaks.
Stuart Slane: “Buenos Noches”, WCF Galaxy. Despite your obvious wishes to the contrary, I have returned.
More boos. Slane folds his arms across his chest until its quiet enough for him to continue.
Stuart Slane: Yes, yes, sorry to disappoint you all, but as of tonight I have resigned with the Wrestling Championship Federation and will once again be part of the active roster.
Pause for more catcalls.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What an announcement! Stuart Slane, former Internet Champion, former United States Champion, is back with WCF.
Zach Davis: I’m surprised, frankly. After what happened the last time he was here I never thought we’d see him in WCF again.
As if aware of Davis’s musings, Slane elaborates on the circumstances of his return.
Stuart Slane: It was not an easy decision to make. I was treated shabbily by all parties during my previous WCF tours of duty; all parties with the exception of our munificent leader, Mister Seth Lerch, I should say. Only he has ever given me, the last honest man in professional wrestling, the respect I am due. However, even Mister Lerch’s esteem was insufficient in placating the indignation I felt when cheated out of what was rightfully mine at Aftermath: a fair chance to win.
The fans who remember how Slane’s last match in WCF ended start up a ‘You Tapped Out!’ chant, which antagonizes him to the point that the right corner of his mouth starts to twitch.
Freddy Whoa: Is Stuart Slane implying that his match against Jonny Fly was rigged against him?
Zach Davis: Freddy, are you really surprised? The man has always been deluded.
Stuart paces the ring angrily for a moment before composing himself.
Stuart Slane: Even worse than the injustices done to me in the ring was what occurred outside it. My opponent, I won’t even condescend to utter his name, attempted to assassinate my pristine reputation through slander and cinematic trickery. He painted a character portrait of myself so distorted you’d think he’d studied under Picasso. If it weren’t out of concern of what this monster might have done in retaliation, I would have sued him for every illicitly acquired penny he was worth. But when a man has a family, when he has children, sometimes he must receive the gibes and japes of those moral pygmies that confound him in exchange for the assurance that those he loves will be safe. My daughter should be worried about what dress she will be wearing to her Junior Prom rather than the possibility of being fitted for a pair of cement overshoes by a criminal, I’m sorry, ‘alleged criminal’, out to put pressure on her father.
There are some boos along with chants of ‘Boring!’
Zach Davis: Man, Slane is laying it on thick here.
After wiping at his eyes Stuart continues.
Stuart Slane: So I took the weight, like a real man should do. I accepted the ignominy of defeat, and moved on. As to my destination, well, the Latin flair-
He holds up the red, white, and green neckerchief knotted around his neck.
Stuart Slane: -should provide a clue. I went where I was needed, to help those who cannot help themselves. And I have. Dozens… hundreds… have been saved by my guidance. Once again, I am a leader of men: “Un Jefe de Tropa”.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa… Stuart Slane is a Scoutmaster in Mexico now?!
Zach Davis: There or some other country South of the Border, it seems.
Freddy Whoa: That’s…. that’s not good. Slane shouldn’t be around children no matter their nationality.
The audience seems to agree, as since Stuart made the revelation about his not-so-new lot in life they have been sitting in in stunned silence. He grins maliciously.
Stuart Slane: I have taken the unwashed and unwanted youth of that land and molded them in my own image. An image that itself was forest hewn and mountain forged. In doing so I have not only saved them, but have created a pack a hundred times fiercer than WCF’s own late, unlamented stable of the same name.
There’s a pop from WCF’s remaining Pack marks. Slane ignores it and continues to speak.
Stuart Slane: My success in Mexico was a tonic. It reinvigorated me, and made me realize that if I could enact change even under such dire conditions, that anything was possible. I can save anyone, anywhere. Even here. That is why when Mister Lerch contacted me and beseeched me to once again return to the Wrestling Championship Federation, I had no reason to refuse. I am back, WCF Galaxy, to be your champion.
The crowd doesn’t like that. They boo. They hiss. They chant “We don’t want you!” Slane scowls and produces a matraca from under the sash that displays his merit badges. He begins spinning it while holding the microphone as close to its orbit as he can, flooding the arena with the whirring sound.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That’s annoying!
The fans continue to boo, holding their hands to their ears and gritting their teeth. Slane climbs one of the turnbuckles and keeps working the noisemaker, a grim look of determination on his face.
Zach Davis: Dammit, he’s not stopping!
Freddy Whoa: Stuart Slane is in a battle of wills in the crowd! He won’t stop until they do!
Zach Davis: Why doesn’t some white meat babyface come out here and shut Slane up, helping himself or herself get over with the fans while also setting up a match down the line with him?!
Freddy Whoa: What?!?!
Zach Davis: I said: why doesn’t someone cut off Slane’s mic?!?
Freddy Whoa: Good (bleeping) question!!!
At last someone in the production truck does just that, earning a monstrous cheer from those in attendance. Once Stuart realizes what has happened he becomes enraged. Leaping down to the floor outside, he stalks over to the broadcast table and rips off Zack Davis’s headset to scream into it.
Stuart Slane: The stakes are too high to censor me! They need to know how bad it’s gotten; the toxicity of the Vapor Kings…. the return of old ghosts to haunt us… Creeping Cairoism… my Lord Eric Fudging Price is back!!
Freddy Whoa: Stuart, please, calm down!
Stuart Slane: WCF is lost, and I’m the only one who can put it back on the right track! Me! And I will do it, whether they want me to or not! Scout’s honor!
Slane throws down the headphones and stomps back up the ramp, his face flush and spasming with rage as Slam goes to commerical.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the moment you've all been waiting for... THE MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING. Introducing first...
Born in the U.S.A. by Bruce Springsteen begins to play, as the American flag starts flying on the big screen and smoke starts to fill the ramp area.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, he comes to us from The Borderland, being accompanied to the ring by Eric Price. He weighs in at 228 pounds and is the current reigning United States Champion! GONZO DEUCE MURDOOOOOOOCK!!!
With the flag of the United States draped over his shoulders and the WCF United States Title around his waist, Gonzo walks to the ring, flag flowing behind him. Eric Price walks in behind him, as Deuce extends his hands for the fans to interact with him. The cheers are beginning to reach deafening heights, as Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa say...
Zach Davis: Here we are, ladies and gentlemen! Main Event Time! Champion Vs. Champion, though no title is on the line!
Freddy Whoa: This match has a lot of future implications on it. Some in the back have already dubbed it the unstoppable force of Deuce Murdock against the immovable force that has been Natural ICE Beckman. And anybody who has been paying attention for the last year knows that these two rookies, because that's what they are, rookies, have made the biggest impact in the WCF this year.
Zach Davis: Truer words have never been spoken, as we begin to close out the year 2014. This can definitely be known as the Year of the ICE AGE, but it can also be known as The Year Gonzo Came To Town, as well.
Once inside the ring, Gonzo spins in the middle of the ring, as the flag wraps around him. He takes off the belt and raises it over his head, as he goes to each corner, raising the belt in the air over his head with his right hand. The music fades, and he usually rests on a middle turnbuckle facing the entrance if he awaits an opponent. "ARE YOU DRUNK, YET?" becomes audible, as "Feels Good Inc." by The Gorillaz begins to play. 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. Buddy Roman follows closely behind, as Kyle Steel announces the arrival of Natural ICE Beckman...
Kyle Steel: Now, coming to the ring from Foam Lake, Wisconsin and accompanied to the ring by Buddy Roman. He weighs in at 250 pounds. He is the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!! NATURAL "ICE" BECKMANNNNNNN!!!
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 places his World Title on his shoulder, as he rests against the turnbuckle waiting for the match to begin as he cleans his beard of the beer foam. Both men stare at each other from their respective turnbuckles, as both Buddy Roman and Eric Price eyeball each other from outside of the ring.
Zach Davis: Deuce Murdock, just a week out from winning both the WCF Classic and the United States Title. Biggest moment of his career ruined by Buddy Roman and the Vapor Kings.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Murdock has his chance right now to get even, with the World Champ, no less. And there is the bell, and they are wasting no time!!!
Deuce and ICE meet in the middle of the ring, and commence to pounding away at each other. Murdock get the best of this initial exchange, as he chops ICE back into his own corner, before whipping him into his own corner. However, Deuce misses an oncoming splash, as ICE scores a back drop, before going for the first pinfall...
Zach Davis: Barely a one-count! Looks like ICE wants to get this over with quick.
Freddy Whoa: Good luck with that. This guy lasted over an hour and a half at War. He's got plenty in the gas tank.
ICE gets Deuce vertical, before hitting a snap suplex that leads into a front headlock. Murdock adjusts his body, before getting both of them up on their feet. Deuce pushes ICE off into the ropes, before hitting the ground. ICE comes back again, and Deuce leapfrogs ICE, before hitting the ground again with his feet up, sending ICE crashing to the ground with a monkey flip. Deuce gets to his feet and grabs ICE by the arm, pulling him to a vertical base, before twisting his arm, bending him over. Murdock strattles ICE's arm, and kicks ICE in the face with the heel of his boot, causing ICE to fly backwards to the ground. A cut forms on ICE's cheek, where the blow landed, as the crowd starts to get excited...
Zach Davis: And Jonny Fly has made an appearance at ringside here, right as Deuce draws first blood in the match! And ICE looks furious about the cut.
Freddy Whoa: And its back to brawling for these two, as Buddy is yelling at the referee, Eric is yelling at Buddy, and ICE just hits a German Suplex. He's holding on, but Buddy still has the attention of the referee! He makes the count!
Zach Davis: Barely a two-count, but now ICE is working over Deuce, as he now drives knees into his body!
Freddy Whoa: Deuce with a kick to the midsection of ICE! That tosses him off for now!
Deuce makes it to his feet, only to be met with another assault by ICE. Deuce counters the charge with a hip toss, that leads into a headlock. Deuce gets to his feet with ICE still in the headlock, before tossing ICE down once again with a rolling hip toss. Deuce tries the move once more, but ICE, close to the ropes, grabs them, breaking free of Deuce as he rolls without ICE. Deuce gets to his feet, only to be hit by a dropkick to the face...
Zach Davis: Way for ICE to hang in, take that beating, and have the ring awareness to use the ropes at the right time!
Freddy Whoa: And that dropkick at the end was sexy! Perfectly timed maneuver! And ICE looks to be signaling for something...
ICE signals for the Beer Bong, as he sets Deuce up between his legs. He lifts Deuce up, only for Deuce to counter with a hurricanranna! ICE regains his feet rather quickly, only to be met in the face with a Chuck Norris Special. The blow knocks him into the ropes and back at Deuce, as Deuce connects with the Van Damme Special, this time knocking ICE to the ground. ICE immediately rolls out of the ring before Deuce could go for a pinfall, as he regroups with Buddy Roman...
Zach Davis: That never gets old! Murdock with those highly educated feet, as he connects with ICE's head not once, but twice!
Freddy Whoa: Good ring awareness again by ICE, as he escapes the wrath of Murdock's feet. You ever wonder what his foot is made out of?
Zach Davis: Good question, and one somebody should ask someday, because I have no clue. Is it fair he hits people in the head with it? Is that his edge?
Freddy Whoa: It can't be that hard, if Alex Richards didn't go down to it. There must be an actual technique or a place he hits that does all of this damage.
Zach Davis: The referee up to the count of 5, as ICE comes back into the ring. Deuce just staring at him, daring him to engage once again.
Freddy Whoa: And ICE obliges him, as they both lock up in the middle of the ring.
ICE eventually maneuvers and gets the back of Deuce, before trying for a German Suplex. Deuce blocks with his feet, as he scores a headbutt from behind. Murdock twists the arm of ICE, before scoring a back hook kick to the face of ICE. ICE continues to hold his feet, until Gonzo hits a bicycle kick on ICE, which crumples him to the ground. Deuce goes for his first pinfall attempt...
Zach Davis: About halfway to three, but he couldn't hold him down. And now it's Deuce's turn to work the legs, as he's now slamming the knees of ICE into the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Deuce might be thinking Phantom Itch at this point. And now Buddy Roman is on the ring apron!
Zach Davis: Oh, what the hell!
Buddy has taken the attention of the referee again, before Deuce could lock in any move he could've been going for. Deuce looks over at Buddy, and he drops ICE's leg, before rushing over to Buddy, embracing him with a hug, and pulling him into the ring. Deuce puts Buddy down, before shoving him into a charging ICE, who inadvertantly hits Buddy Roman after Deuce shoves him in the way...
Freddy Whoa: Train wreck in the middle of the ring!
Zach Davis: Well, Buddy was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and he has nobody to blame but himself for that.
Freddy Whoa: Buddy was just talking! It was Murdock who should be punished! Buddy is not a wrestler!
Zach Davis: He got what he deserved. And now Murdock has ICE in a Texas Cloverleaf in the middle of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: The stones on him! And here comes Steve Orbit and Zombie McMorris! And Deuce drops the hold!
Zach Davis: What are they doing out here?
Freddy Whoa: Well, whatever it is, they don't look to be in a big hurry to run into the ring. And Jonny Fly has now adjusted his focus on the stage. You think Steve Orbit knows Fly is out here?
Zach Davis: Does a bear make poo in the woods? ELBOW TO THE FACE BY ICE! AND HE HITS THE BOX WINE HANGOVER!
The fans are now starting to boo at the presence of the Vapor Kings, as opposed to the cheers that ICE had earlier in the match. Regardless, he goes for the pinfall...
Zach Davis: I thought he was done for!
Freddy Whoa: He might be now! ICE is starting to signal for the Hangover DDT! And he has Murdock back on his feet...
As ICE lifts him up for the spiked DDT, Murdock manages to break free of the hold, and catches ICE with a Van Damme Special, knocking ICE to the ground, but Deuce is unable to capitalize on this maneuver, as he himself eats canvas. The referee begins to count, as both Orbit and Zombie meet with Buddy Roman at the bottom of the ramp...
Zach Davis: Both guys are moving, but have not been able to meet the referee's count.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! It looks like the rest of the Vapor Kings are starting to converge on EP! EP is starting to square up, but he's been out of the ring for a few months...
Zach Davis: And Jonny Fly is out of his seat, and here comes Steeltoe Joe from the back!
Freddy Whoa: Both men are back on their feet, but business is picking up outside of the ring!
Both men meet in the middle of the ring, somewhat oblivious to what is going on outside of the ring, and lock up. Deuce manages to win the lock up with a kneelift, before bringing down ICE with an Amputation!
Zach Davis: And now he's going for the Phantom Itch!
Gonzo locks on the move, as he howls at the top of his lungs along with ICE. This draws the attention of the fighters outside of the ring, as Zombie enters the ring to break the hold on ICE. Joe intervenes, and they both begin brawling in the middle of the ring, as both men fall over ICE and Zombie in the process. The referee signals for the bell, but the fighting continues. Both Joe and Deuce start working over Zombie, as ICE start to slowly recover from the effects of the Phantom Itch. Then all of a sudden, there is a commotion in the crowd, as Gravedigger goes over the barricade from the crowd, along with a half-dozen members of MS-13, as they hit the ring and begin attacking both Joe and Zombie. As Gravedigger enters the ring, however, he is met with a recovered ICE, who scores a Hangover DDT on him, before hitting the same maneuver on an unsuspecting and disoriented Deuce Murdock. Both men, as well as the rest of the occupants of the ring, clear out, right as "Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine starts to play...
Zach Davis: Oh, and business is about to pick up! As if we don't have pandemonium already! We don't have an official ruling for the match! Freddy Whoa has ducked underneath the announcers table! People are bleeding! Both Gonzo and Digger split open from Hangover DDT's! But they're all on their feet, and fighting mad!
Bobby Cairo races into the ring, with a half-dozen security officers hot on his trail. Bobby slides headfirst into the ring, as both ICE and Bobby begin to slug away at each other. Security starts handling the MS-13 members, while the fighting has broken down to Jonny Fly and Steve Orbit in front of the ring announcers. Digger and Joe spill into the crowd, but that doesn't prevent them from continuing their fighting. Gonzo and Zombie are fighting up and down the ramp, while ICE and Bobby Cairo continue their slugfest in the ring. More security continues to pour in from the back, as Zach Davis makes his final announcement of the night...
Zach Davis: We're running out of time! Somebody's got to stop this damn madness!!! WE NEED MORE SECURITY!
The scene fades as the WCF logo comes up on your screen, indicating the end of this scheduled program.