Slam Intro

Zach Davis: Well before we get started with this week's Slam, we have some major news regarding the retirement of one of WCF's legends.

Freddy Whoa: Who is it? Creeping Death? Logan? Bobby Cairo?

Zach Davis: NO!! We were informed earlier today that over the weekend Seth Lerch sat down with the Epitome of Hardcore himself, Gravedigger, who told him he was retiring officially from in-ring competition.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! That is BIG news! Didn't he retire over 10 years ago back in his earlier days?

Zach Davis: Apparently so, but this time according to Seth, it seems to be a final decision.

Freddy Whoa: Well I'm kinda suprised he didn't come out here and give a big speech or something.

Zach Davis: So am I, Freddy. You'd think with someone as arrogant as ---

"Changes" by Deftones starts playing on the speakers, interrupting Zach Davis. The crowd starts raining down boos upon Gravedigger as he steps out from the back with Adrian and another member of MS-13 in tow. Gravedigger smirks and looks out at the crowd in attendance. He waves at them mockingly before walking down the ramp. He starts to walk up the ring steps, but stops and glances over at the commentary table.

Freddy Whoa: Uh oh.

Gravedigger turns and walks over towards the commentary table, his eyes locked on Freddy and Zach.

Zach Davis: What is he doing?

Gravedigger walks right up to the table and stands next to Zach Davis who gulps. Gravedigger looks down at Zach and gestures for him to get up.

Zach Davis: What?

The camera gets in close enough to pick up their comments.

Gravedigger: Get out of my seat.

Zach Davis: What are you talking about? This is my seat.

Gravedigger smirks and shakes his head.

Gravedigger: No, that's my seat now. Get out of my seat.

Zach Davis: No, what the hell are you talking about?! This is my seat. I'm a commentator, you aren't.

Gravedigger glances over his shoulder at Adrian. Adrian steps over and slaps the headset off Zach Davis' head. The crowd starts booing as Zach is lifted up by his shirt out of his chair and shoved to the mats outside. Freddy Whoa stands up.

Freddy Whoa: HEY! Leave him alone!

Gravedigger looks over at Freddy Whoa as the other member of MS-13 steps up to the table. Freddy Whoa quickly sits back down. Gravedigger steps around the table and takes a seat in Zach Davis' chair, grabs his headset and puts it on his head. He glances over at Freddy.

Gravedigger: Hello, Freddy. How's it going?

Freddy Whoa: What the hell is this all about?

Gravedigger: I'm introducing yourself to your new co-worker.

Freddy Whoa: My new WHAT?

Gravedigger: Seth decided to expand the commentary team. Seems the commentary by you and Mr. Davis wasn't very balanced. I'm here to keep you two scum-sucking leeches in line!

Adrian walks over and shoves the timekeeper out of his chair and carries it over to the commentary table and puts it beside Gravedigger. He grabs the confused, yet furious Zach Davis and forces him into the chair. He takes another headset and jams it on Zach's head. Gravedigger turns and grins at Zach Davis.

Gravedigger: Looks like we got an Epitome of Hardcore sandwich in this bitch. Gentlemen, I am your newest co-worker. The WCF commentary team is now Zach Davis, Freddy Whoa, and Gravedigger. Zach, I'll ignore that arrogant crack I heard backstage before I interrupted you. Let's get down to business. Welcome WCF fans...THIS IS SLAM!!!

Dr. Psycho vs Stuart Slane vs The Ultimate Destroyer

A sweeping camera shot over the crowd as it glides above a hive of Poondock fans cheering their team on tonight. The fans are carrying large signs, some gloved with giant green foam hands, which they wave frantically for attention.

“Poon-Dock! Poon-Dock! Poon-Dock!”

This nest of fans are in their early teens, most are wearing Bobby Cairo tees that proclaim, “The Liberation: is now!” While a lucky few are dressed in a tee inspired by the Beastie Boys, “Fight, for da right, ta Pooooon Bash!” Gravedigger isn’t amused by the spectacle, He shakes his head in disgust.

Gravedigger: Why is the camera squandering air time on da downs kids? Cut dat noise!

Freddy Whoa: Graves, you can’t say...

Gravedigger: Unbridle ya tightie whities from your ass cheeks Freddy. You two jaw jackers make me sick! You, Elmer Fudd!

Zac Davis looks around, wondering why Gravedigger’s gaze is aimed squarely in his direction.

Zach Davis: Erm...sup, Graves?

Gravedigger: Yeah you...ELMER FUDD! Bring me some damn violence!

As if by magic, the bell rings and Kyle steel announces our first match of the night.

Kyle Steel: The following, is a tripe threat bout!!!

Gravedigger: The following, is a dumbass Serial killer show with Kevin Bacon.

Zach Davis: That show may have killers, but this one has a Destroyer!

Gravedigger: Shut your piehole, Fudd!

Kyle Steel: Standing at Seven Feet Tall! Weighting in at over four hundred pounds!!!!

Air raid sirens sound, signaling the arrival of..The Ultimate Destroyer!

Gravedigger looks around, eyes scouring for the origin of the booming noise. Slightly perplexed by the madness around him.

Gravedigger: You hear that, Freddy? It’s your Mom. Another prostitution charge!

Freddy looks a little uncomfortable, shifts in his seat as Zac jumps in to fill the dead air:

Zach Davis: Look Freddy! It’s the steel box!!!

Ultimate destroyer is encased in a large steel box, wheeled down to the ring by two psych ward attendees that look suspiciously like pay role jobbers.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Destroyer’s made defcon four this week, Zac!

The box reaches the ring apron. The psyche ward attendees scatter as the box explodes apart! It’s like a classic Houdini trick; and out runs the Destroyer to the ring, he rolls inside and starts to frantically shake the ropes.

Gravedigger: Somebody, feed him human flesh!

Kyle Steel: His challenger!

A mariachi version of "Follow Me, Boys!" plays as Slane marches from gorilla. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring, which he continues to power walk around before stomping up the steps.

Kyle Steel: "El Jefe de Tropa" Stuart Slane!

He wipes his feet on the ring apron and then enters the ring between the ropes. After moving to his corner and removing his hat and sash, Slane loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics (Indian twists, deep knee bends, etc).

Gravedigger: Now at this man right here! Touch of damn class! Look what he’s doing, Fudd! That’s a text book warm up, right there! That’s a real man, preparing to fight!

Slane walks up to the Destroyer and eyeballs him. He salutes the Destroyer with an intense vigor. Destroyer smirks, takes a few steps back as:

A SHAPE darts from the crowd, it’s Buddy Roman...no, wait! It’s actually, Dr. Psycho! This demented Physician’s dimensions are hidden by speed, grace and power. But we know he can move when he wants to. Dr. Psycho attacks Destroyer as the bells rings to start the bout.

Zach Davis: And here we go! The first bout of Twenty Fifteen everybody!

Destroyer with clubbing right hands over the back of Slane, who falls to his knees and baseball slides between the legs of the monster. Psycho with a leaping clothesline, that bounces off the beast. Slane with a dropkick. Which once again has no effect, it’s as if Destroyer is made of iron!

Zach Davis: Destroyer’s tactics are simple, just wait until his opponents drain away their energy, then attack!

Destroyer has Psycho’s head in an iron grip, beals him away like swatting a fly. Slane with a sleeper attempt. Gets rag dolled by Destroyer who hip tosses the annoyance to one side.

Gravedigger: It’s like Blaster never left, Thunderdome!

Destroyer drags Dr. Psycho by the skull over to the turnbuckle and slumps him up against the corner. Climbs to the second rope and prepares to dump his weight on the newcomer!

Zach Davis: Psycho’s grey anatomy is about to be an ugly stain across the ring!

Slain’s eyes widen, turns to the crowd and makes an “o” of horror with his mouth. Prepares to make the save!

Gravedigger: True hero, right there! Be careful, Slain!

Slain with the run up, then..

Slams on the breaks, smiles as Destroyer unloads four hundred pounds of Destroyer ass on Psycho’s prone body!

Zach Davis: Slain, that son of a--

Slain with the drop kick on Destroyer, follows up with a DDT! Connects! Destroyer has been taken off guard. Pin attempt


Kick out, with authority! Psycho back into the frey now; low dropkick to Destroyer’s knee, tries to unravel the monster’s centre of gravity. Follow that up with a Shining Wizard! Destroyer falters!

Freddy Whoa: The Doctor’s about to call time on his patient!

Doctor Psycho with a running leg lariat. He leaps!

Caught in mid air by Destroyer! SIT OUT PILEDRIVER!


Tyler Walker comes out of nowhere and rolls Dr. Psycho up from behind.





Walker raises his arms in the air for the hardfought victory and runs away before he can be attacked.

Scarecrow Segment

Slam returns from the commercial break to see footage of Odin Balfore hitting the Ragnarok on various opponents, Oblivion, Steve Orbit, Remus, Gravedigger. Over this we hear, “Turn”, by Therapy?

“You turn...face the strange. You turn...face yourself”

The footage has been treated with a post production scratch effect so it appears faded and ancient. As Odin is about complete the manoeuver, it’s suddenly intercut with Scarecrow hitting the same move. His footage is untreated. New. Raw. As the editing team perform miracles, it’s evident there’s a clear comparison in height, technique and power. Both men perform the lift, the stall, the slam. One mirror imaging the other.

“This is yours to take control...this is yours, now hold your own”

The images change; we see exclusive footage from ONE; Scarecrow lifting up Kaz Mazy, hitting the Ragnarok. A close up shot on Odin, eyes wide, in shock. Close up on Scarecrow, smiling. Ready to seize his moment. The Music stops. The footage stalls, we’re in slow motion mode now. Just a heartbeat is heard as we see.

Moser admonishing Scarecrow for a closed fist strike. Scarecrow frowns, what the hell is the referee on about?

We hear a Seth Lerch sound bite, he’s saying the same sentence over and over again:

“Scarecrow will face Kaze Mazy in a Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match."

Seth Lerch. Smiling from the stage. The proverbial Cheshire cat. His head peering out from behind the gorilla curtain.

"Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match."

Footage from earlier on in the contest. Scarecrow searching beneath the ring for weapons. None can be found. He starts to scream at the time keeper. The keeper backs away, refusing to make eye contact.

"Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match...Hardcore Match."

Scarecrow backing into Odin now. Was the all father waiting? Odin with the double team on Scarecrow. We hear a set of orchestral strings slowly down tune as the footage changes. The murder machine’s world turning upside down. Kaz on the turnbuckle. The dive. The pin.

Close up shot as Odin smiles. Slow motion hand clap from the all father. The Poondock’s embrace. Scarecrow gets to his feet, he’s pissed. Crow stares at Moser. Who looks away. Is that shame? Embarrassment?

Scarecrow walks up the ramp as the Poondocks celebrate. Cory shaking his head. Snarls as he passes a grinning Seth, then freezes. The Scarecrow turns slowly back towards Seth. Seth’s eyes dart left and right as he alerts security to remain vigilant.

Scarecrow leans in on Lerch, cups his large taped hand around Seth’s ear so that his words reach the boss over the cacophony of noise around them.

Scarecrow: See you next Sunday.

Scarecrow smiles as he walks away. Seth’s face turns to stone.

The video package ends as we see Hank Brown Standing next to the Scarecrow in the interview Paddock; Crow is dressed in his new wrestling attire, he’s also conveniently wearing his new, “Red Right Hand” Tee Shirt. It’s black with a close up monochrome print of the Scarecrow’s face, his taped right arm in shot with the word “Murder”, conspicuously scrawled in red across the back of the knuckles. The fans cheer:


Hank Brown: Crow, your hardcore match with Kaz Mazy clearly didn't go down for you as you expected. This week you've made comments on twitter about the circumstances--

Scarecrow interrupts. Raises his taped right hand to issue a stall in questioning.

Scarecrow: It’s not often that I issue an apology, but one needs to be said. On the 28th of December last year, a Hardcore match at the ONE pay per view, between myself and Kaz Mazy was scheduled. It was announced as such as I and Kaz approached the ring. The bell rang, and the audience were still under the impression that such a match was taking place. Yet right before their eyes, things changed. The certificate was downgraded, from rated R to PG. Our location changed, from the Beaver Stadium to the set of Kindergarten Cop. Kaz Mazy was quickly wrapped in bubblewrap and escorted via a Poon Guinea presidential motorcade to a safe zone, a green room with other like minded, fragile entertainers such as Justin Beber and the corpse of Joan Rivers. The match that I promised never materialized. It was gutted and left to die under the lights in Pennsylvania. Losing hurts like a sumbitch. But what’s worse is shirking your responsibility to your audience, to the people. Kaz Mazy said he didn’t care about the people. Kaz Mazy made it clear in Pennsylvania that he’s a prissy boy, hiding behind his big poppa Odin. He takes the fans money and takes a dump in their faces. He can con his pre teen crowd. But not the wrestling fans. They know the score, I heard them, you heard them. Right Hank?


Hank Brown: They did seem upset.

Scarecrow: Damn right they were upset. And with good reason. Stealing the victory isn’t the worse crime Kaz and “Old-Dong” Balfore committed. They stole the match. From the fans. From the people. That shame lays at their door. That stench of cowardice won’t go away. I should have gone out there on my own, Hank. Gone out there and done a Kenny Omega and wrestled the entire match with one of Logan’s old rubber dolls and put on an actual show for the fans, instead of the absolute crap a hundred and seven thousand people had to endure at the hands of an ancient Norse douchebag who’s about as relevant as a fanny pack with two tickets for the L.A Raiders and a tamagotchi stuffed inside.


Hank Brown: Will you be looking for a rematch?

Scarecrow: Rematch? Where’s the first bout, Hank? Languishing between Odin’s saggy ass cheeks, that’s where! What happened is clear, Hank. Odin gave his pet bitch, Kaz a free pass at ONE so that tonight, they can be at top speed for the tag team contest. Some might call that smart. News flash ladies and gentlemen...

Scarecrow turns from Hank’s gaze and stares into the television camera. Focused. Assured.

Scarecrow: Kaz. I promised you a fall. That little tickle you felt as your body crashed through the announce table was nothing. You probably think you’ve been through a war. Not yet. Not by a long shot. Your day will come, Kaz. When there’s no communist junta to hide behind, or old Norseman to hold your hand. And in that moment, when your voice echo’s and the stage is set. You will fall. Harder and faster than you ever have before. It will be like a lightening bolt, fired from Jam Willy’s own mighty thick. It’s gonna be the worst, most painful experience of your life. And when you look up from the mat into the eyes of your killer, and say, “But, but how can someone experience such pain and survive?” The answer will be a sinch for all the actual wrestlers there to answer. “That’s simple, Kid. It’s Tuesday. Today, it’s arm drag training”


The camera closes in.

Scarecrow: I gave you a shot at ONE to prove that you’re a man and you blew it. Tonight, Bobby C will hold your hand and lead you to the dance for a shot to gaining those precious tag team titles. While I’m fighting for a chance at the People’s championship. You know what it means, Kaz? To be the people’s champion? It means I DO give a crap about the fans, about the matches I compete in, about the legacy I leave behind in this business. It means I care, and you don’t. It means, your nothing, to this sport and to the people who watch it. You’re a cautionary tale for others to learn by. A whatever happened to. Current location? Shining up Odin Balfore’s boots with your tongue!


We cut back the announce team.

Warpath Segment

The camera opens up backstage with long-time WCF interviewer Hank Brown standing in front of a Slam backdrop. The crowd simmers down slightly as they await the impending commencement of the message.

Hank Brown: Hello there everyone, Slam is looking as fantastic as always. Joining me right now is a man who in just mere moments, will be fighting in his first match as a WCF wrestler. Please welcome… WARPATH!

A small cheer goes up from the crowd at the mention of the new WCF superstar. The camera pans slightly to the left as Warpath walks into frame, already dressed in his ring attire and ready to rumble.

Hank Brown: First of all, congratulations on getting signed by the WCF, Warpath. How are you feeling right now?

Hank passes Warpath a spare microphone.

Warpath: Thanks Hank. Well, I’m more than fine right now. I’m ready to go, I’m pumped, and I’m ready to get my first victory here tonight as a WCF wrestler. I’m going to go out there tonight and make a name for myself right from the start. It’s gonna get wild out there, you just wait and see.

More cheers emerge from the stands. Hank looks impressed at that bravado.

Hank Brown: Well, I certainly wish you the very best. Any last words for your teammates, opponents, or fans before you head out there to wow them tonight?

Warpath folds his arms and exhales softly.

Warpath: Tonight may be a six-man tag team match that could be won or lost in an instance. But make no mistake, I have all intentions of winning this match for my team. Collins, Wolverina, and myself may be little more than strangers this week, but I’m sure we’ll cope just fine with one another. What’s bound to happen will happen. And what I know will happen is that one way or another, I’ll be on the Warpath tonight. Something my three opponents will be very aware of.

Satisfied with his statement, he nods, before walking off-frame. The camera fades out to black to a chorus of loud cheers as a Hank Brown watches the masked wrestler go.

Jackson White/Demetrius Jones/Dune vs Caleb Collins/Wolverina/Warpath

Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody looking down then he enters the ring and stretch both of his arms looking up (like he was looking at his father) and some red pyrotechnics blast from the turnbuckles.

Demetrius Jones shows up out of nowhere!

The lights fade and “Heat Miser” begins in the darkness. Smoke pours out just beyond the entrance as two beams of golden light move slowly around the arena. Dune appears as the last burst of smoke issues, walking upright and determined. His cold eyes scan the audience, raising an upturned hand if there are cheers and scowling if there are boos. He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet in the center, where he raises his head to the rafters as each corner post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again.

The lights in the house go dim as laser lights begin to swirl around the entry way, and from behind the curtain leaps Caleb Collins, who drops down to a knee on the stage as the fans give him a positive ovation! Collins has his hands folded and his eyes closed, mouthing a prayer to himself before punching the stage as his theme reaches the point where the vocalist begins screaming "FEARLESS!" from there, Collins is leaping up again, this time thrusting his fist into the air as he makes his way down the entry way.

Collins rushes to the ring, leaping and sliding feet first under the ropes and slipping under them, running to the turnbuckles and raising his fist to the crowd as he looks out from under his hooded entrance wear. Collins flips the hood backwards and off of his head, smiling to the crowd before doing a back flip off of the buckles and landing on his feet. Collins leaps in circles a couple of times with his fist raised, smiling to the crowd before backing into his corner and proceeding to remove his sleeveless hooded vest as he prepares for the upcoming match up.

"Kick in the Teeth" by Papa Roach plays and the crowd goes bonkers with cheers as their lady storms out from behind the curtain. She is clad in her usual black and white themed attire, complete with heart stopping smile plastered across her face. The People's Princess belts out a lour she-wolf howl and it is returned to her by the cult like following that has formed. From here she begins her romp to the ring tagging hands and hugging fans. Once near the ring she kisses a small boy on the cheek, causing him to blush and almost pass out. Wolverina hops onto the apron then slides into the battle square and emits one more loud she wolf howl to rile up the fans.

The lights in the arena turn slightly brown as “Tip The Scales” by Rise Against starts blasting from the arena speakers. The WCFTron starts displaying static, while the crowd murmurs excitedly, eager to see the debut of a new WCF wrestler. The lights start flickering before all of a sudden, their brightness level goes up to a million, illuminating the entire arena with a very vivid mahogany colour and temporarily stunning some of the fans in the stands, eliciting even more screams in the process.

At the exact same time when the vocals kick in, the stage effects burst into effect. A huge ‘W’ explodes from the stage in the form of pyrotechnics, much to the pleasure of the fans. The fireworks fade, but the imprint of the W stays in the air for several long seconds. Simultaneously, the WCFTron stops showing static, and instead starts displaying a montage of Warpath’s training in the gym as well as a few match highlights he had put up during his time at WCF’s development federation.

A loud cheer goes out from the crowd as Warpath steps out from the back, dressed in his ring attire. He stops for a moment at the top of the ramp, before running down the ramp at top speed, bursting through the smoke imprint and sprinting down the ramp.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

The bell sounds as all six newcomers get ready. Each team decides who is going to start; Dune starts for his, Collins for his.

Gravedigger: If anyone knows talent and who's got it, it's me. And I'm telling you right now, none of these newbies do.

Freddy Whoa: Oh shut it.

Dune and Collins pace around each other a few times before tieing up. Dune gets the advantage, putting Collins into a headlock. Collins shoves him off and Dune is sent into the ropes. He bounces back and takes Collins down with a Flying Clothesline. Collins gets back up and Dune follows up with a Sidewalk Slam! Into the pin.



No! Kickout.

Zach Davis: Great move by Dune but not enough to get the win this early.

Dune lifts Collins up and and knees him in the gut before putting him into the Pumphandle position. He then lifts him.. Pumphandle Suplex! Collins rolls out of the ring and Warpath immediately enters, clobbering Dune from behind.

Freddy Whoa: No tag made!

Gravedigger: Maybe I was wrong. Taking advantage of the rules like that shows some promise for these guys.

Zach Davis: Taking advantage of the rules... what? You mean breaking them?

Warpath spins Dune around and takes him down with a Scoop Slam. Warpath then drops an elbow, but Dune rolls away. Dune gets to his feet and Warpath goes for a Clothesline but Dune ducks it and then applies a Full Nelson.. into the Slam!

Freddy Whoa: Dune dominating this match so far!

Dune then tags in Jackson White.

Zach Davis: Here comes The Fenix!

Warpath has gotten to his feet once Fenix gets in. Fenix runs at him and goes for a Big Boot, but Warpath ducks that. Warpath fires off a stiff European Uppercut before taking Jackson down with a Snap Suplex. Warpath floats over and goes for the pin.



No!, Jackson White kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Second nearfall of the match but no such luck for Warpath.

Warpath lifts Jackson up but Jackson fires off with some stiff shots, breaking free. He takes Warpath down with a Russian Legsweep before tagging in Demetrius Jones.

Zach Davis: Lets see what Jones brings to the table.

Warpath has reached his corner and tagged Collins back into the match. The two meet in the center of the ring and Collins hits a series of palm strikes, stunning Jones. He then runs to the ropes, Springboards, and takes Jones down with an Enziguri!

Gravedigger: Stiff kick! Impressive.

Collins follows up with a Standing Moonsault into the pin!



No!, broken up by Dune.

Zach Davis: Dune could've just saved this match for his team!

Dune gets back onto the apron as Collins gets back to his feet. Collins measures Jones as Jones works his way up, hits him with a kick to the gut... BOOM! Lifting Single Underhook DDT!

Freddy Whoa: He calls that Bloody Sabbath! This match could be over!




NO!, broken up by Dune again! Collins angrily gets to his feet and Dune takes him down with a Running Bulldog before getting back onto the apron.

Gravedigger: Rules are made to be broken, I say. Do whatever you can to win!

Both Collins and Jones crawl to their respective corners... and both make it at the same time! Jones tags in Fenix while Collins tags in Wolverina!

Zach Davis: Time for some fresh faces!

Fenix and Wolverina meet in the middle of the ring and Wolverina kicks Fenix in the stomach. She goes for a Stunner!, but Fenix shoves her off. She hits the ropes and as she comes back Fenix hits a kick to the stomach... then applies a Lifting DDT!


Jackson White goes for the pin!



NO!, Warpath and Collins both break it up!

Zach Davis: That was almost it!

Warpath and Collins get back onto the apron as White gets back up. He tags Jones back into the match as Wolverina crawls towards the ropes and tags in Warpath!

Gravedigger: Lots of tags, everyone in this match is in it to win it.

Warpath meets Jones and Clotheslines him down. As Jones is getting back up Warpath fires off a high speed roundhouse kick to his head!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! OUCH!

Warpath quickly runs to Jones' corner and decks his partners, sending them flying onto the apron. Warpath turns back to Jones and lifts him up...


Warpath pins Jones.




Gravedigger: And there you have it. Warpath is able to get the victory for his team!

The bell sounds as Warpath gets his arm raised in victory.

Freddy Whoa: Great debut for Warpath, Wolverina and Caleb Collins!

Gravedigger: Wolverina and Caleb Collins didn't get the win! Don't give them any credit!

Zach Davis: Oh come on, Gravedigger, it was a team effort. Anyway, good debut for the likes of Dune and Fenix as well, I expect great things from all involved.

Marc Mayhem/Justin Cash vs Oblivion/Johnny Reb

Zach Davis: Alrighty folks....

Gravedigger: Alrighty?! Who says alrighty anymore?

Zach Davis: The highly anticipated tag match pitting....

A visual is being displayed showing Marc Mayhem standing next to a visual of Justin Cash next to a group display of Oblivion standing next to Johnny Reb.

Freddy Whoa: The team of Justin Cash and Marc Mayhem going up against The Inveterate Confederate Johnny Reb...

Gravedigger: Who has shown a meaner and darker side lately.

Zach Davis: Some say that the Johnny Reb that we are seeing is just a time traveling doppleganger, while the REAL Johnny Reb is trapped in some mirror.

Freddy Whoa looks at Gravedigger, as both laugh.

Zach Davis: No, seriously.

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.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... From Boston, Massachusetts... Weighing it at 235... THIS IS JUSTIN CAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!

As Justin Cash 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.

Gravedigger: This guy has the right idea!! FORGET THEM FANS!!

Freddy Whoa: All we need is Marc Mayhem!!

The arena goes black and Hail to the king (by avenged sevenfold) plays over the PA System. A spot light lights up the center of the ring. Marc walks out from behind the curtain. He runs down the ramp while red pyros go off following him down.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring from Madison, Wisconsin.... weighing in at 220 pounds.... THIS IS MARC MAAAAAAAAAAAYHEEEEEEEEEMMM!!

Mayhem slides under the ropes and warms up in the spotlight when glances over to Justin Cash, who walks over and they bump fists.

Gravedigger: It's like the lamb waiting for the slaughter.

Zach Davis: Well, they are waiting for Johnny Reb and Oblivion, not Ace Slaughter.

Gravedigger facepalms.

Gravedigger: IDIOT!!

Freddy Whoa: Now we are waiting for the new tag team of Johnny Reb and Oblivion.

Gravedigger: Now, who would of thought that Johnny Reb and Oblivion would one day to sweep their hatred for one another and decide to tag up.

Freddy Whoa: Now, once you put it THAT way. What Zach said earlier about the Johnny Reb we see NOW, COULD be a doppleganger. This time traveler.

Gravedigger: WHAT?! WHATEVER!! Not you too!!

Zach Davis: SEE!! It IS true!!

Gravedigger: Whatever. Well, it seems that we have that dork, Hank Brown, backstage with... with....

Gravedigger looks over his papers.

Gravedigger: Oh, whatever. Take it away Frumpy Hank!!

Hank Brown stands with Oblivion and Johnny Reb.

Hank Brown: At this moment, I'm standing with Johnny Re... WHOA!!

Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion just stares at Hank Brown who just hands over the mic and quickly scatters out of the way. Both Justin Cash and Marc Mayhem walk up to the ring ropes, leaning up against them, pointing towards the Titantron, yelling.

Oblivion: I can see right now, that you two are leaning up those ring ropes. Don't worry. you two will get the opportunity to get your asses kicked in, just any second. Let us reintroduce ourselves. This is The Inveterate Confederate and of you know IT as The Monster Oblivion!! We are about to end you two. Once we step inside that ring, your little insignificant careers inside WCF won't mean spit. The only thing you two will enjoy doing is looking up that the pretty flashing lights.

Melissa and the rest of The Vixens continue to skip around, As the creepy shadowy Gathering slide on past.

Oblivion: With nothing else that needs to be said.... YOU CAN JUST CHOKE ON.... THAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!

Melissa skips back up to the mic, grabs her self by her decent sized breasts, turning her head to the left and screams....


Oblivion tosses the mic back to Hank, as Johnny Reb tips his hat. Melissa just skips behind them, as her short skirts continues to flips up.

As the Titantron turns dark, both Marc Mayhem and Justin Cash are now visibly angry.

Zach Davis: We wait, as Oblivion and Johnny Reb make their appearances for this match up...

The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. The music begin to slowly blend with Breath by The Prodigy. as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed arena.


Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd, as the crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb and Oblivion step out from behind the curtain. Several mixtures of boos and cheers goes up from the crowd. As they walk down the ramp, the cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion and Johnny Reb sneer at the camera. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. They proceed to walk down the entrance ramp, with their focus only on Marc Mayhem nad Justin Cash.

Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... with a combined weight of 517 pounds... this is The Monster Oblivion and The Inveterate Confederate Johnny Reb!!

Oblivion and Johnny Reb circle the ring. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Oblivion enters the ring and climbs up to the second turnbuckle and both Oblivion and Johnny reb extend out their arms. The crown reacts with a mixed reaction.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb and Oblivion COULD end up being a formidabile tag team.

Gravedigger: They could end up ruling the tag team division... Well, that's if they do not implode first!!

Both johnny Reb and Oblivion jump down into the ring.


Oblivion and Johnny Reb are quickly discussing match strategies.

Freddy Whoa: It looks like Johnny Reb and Justin Cash will start this match off.

The two circle the ring, before lunging at one another.


Mayhem charges at Reb, but The Inveterate Confederate nails his opponent with a dropkick.

Gravedigger: Johnny Reb wastes no time, taking care of business as he nails Justin Cash with a dropkick.

Zach Davis: Johnny Reb bolts to a nearby corner, climbing up the turnbuckles.

Cash stands up as Reb leaps off the top turnbuckle.....


Freddy Whoa: ...with a double axehandle to the top of his head.

Justin Cash drops down to the mat, hard.

Gravedigger: Looks like Johnny Reb thinks he has this one in the bag.

Johnny Reb makes a pin cover.

Crowd: On-.... NOOOOO!!


Zach Davis: Not even a one count!!

Reb picks up Cash and proceeds to whip in to the ropes.

Freddy Whoa: Irish whip to the ropes....


Gravedigger: Justin Cash reverses the Irish whip.

Reb bounces off the ropes....


Zach Davis: Out of nowhere dropkick from the newcomer Justin Cash.

Cash quickly stands up and spins around to a barrage of boos, coming the crowd, as he extends him arms up.

Gravedigger: DUMBASS!! Should of stayed on the crafty veteran such as Johnny Reb!!!

Mayhem slowly turns around...



With the body of Marc Mayhem laying there completely lifeless, Johnny Reb picks up the lifeless torso of Mayhem and Oblivion bolts into the ring.





Zach Davis: That clothesline knocks Marc Mayhem a few feet backwards.

Gravedigger: That clothesline nearly tore the head off of Marc Mayhem!!


Johnny Reb proceeds to pull back on the hair of Justin Cash, as both Oblivion and Reb proceed to lick the neck of Justin Cash, as their eyes proceed to have a crazed look overcome them.

Justin Cash: OW!!!! OOOOOOOOOWWWW!!!

Cash proceeds to thrash around, as not only are Reb and Oblivion lick the neck of Justin Cash, they are biting all over Justin Cash!!

Zach Davis: It's about time that Stanley Moser, WCF Senior Referee step in.

Gravedigger: NO!! THIS IS AWESOME!!!

Stanley Moser grabs Oblivion and gets IT back to IT's corner.

Freddy Whoa: As Stanley Moser tries top get thing sin order in this match.... Marc Mayhem gets into the ring and helps up Justin Cash.

Both Cash and Mayhem grab Reb and whips him into their corner....



Gravedigger: Business is picking up for Justin Cash and Marc Mayhem.


Zach Davis: Cash tag in Mayhem!!

Mayhem grabs Johnny Reb....



Mayhem picks up Reb


Gravedigger: Picture perfect dropkick done by Marc Mayhem!!

Mayhem stands up Reb once again...


Zach Davis: PUMPHANDLE SUPLEX!!! Marc Mayhem is going for the pin...

Stanley Moser slides into position for the count...

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!




The replay shows Oblivion flying into the scene with a flying legdrop across the back of Marc Mayhem.

Gravedigger: THAT WAS A NASTY FLYING LEGDROP FROM THE MONSTER!! I know what THAT feels like. That's been done to me a few times!!

Marc Mayhem rolls out of the way, as Oblivion helps up johnny reb.


Freddy Whoa: Justin Cash just nailed Oblivion, in the back with a big boot....

Oblivion spins around and lunges at Cash, picking him up with a gutwrench....



Both Oblivion and Johnny Reb charge at their opponents who choose to scatter out of the ring, to get their barrings straight. Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion squats down with their forearms resting on their thighs, staring an evil sneer at both of them.

Gravedigger: Looks like Oblivion is leaving the ring and walking to Kyle Steel and grabbing for a mic.


Those words enrage both Justin Cash AND Marc Mayhem as both of them bolt into the ring, as does Oblivion and Johnny Reb.

Zach Davis: The action gets heavy, in the ring as everyone is now fighting tooth and nail....


Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Oblivion just ceremoniously tossed Justin Cash out of the ring and right in front of us.

Oblivion slides out of the ring and grabs for Justin Cash and.....



Zach Davis ends up screaming like a little grade school little girl!!!

Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!! I JUST GOT this haircut!!!

Justin Cash gets tossed over the commentary table, as he lands hard in between the table and the steel security guard rails. Oblivion and Johnny Reb toss Marc Mayhem into a corner.

Zach Davis: Oblivion whips Johnny Reb into the corner....



Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Johnny Reb whips Oblivion into the corner!!

The Monster roars out and leaps into the air....


Zach Davis: OBI-SMASH!!

...right into a waiting Marc Mayhem.

Zach Davis: Oblivion goes for the pin!!

Stanley Moser slides into position.



Oblivion gets picked up.

Freddy Whoa: Justin Cash misses with a Cash Drop cutter!!!




Mayhem flies up and lands on The Monster jumps up and attempts a scissor takedown, as Mayhem tries to land he tries to pull the foot of Oblivion to IT's head.



Oblivion yellss out a screeching roar, to where the nearby crowd are holding their ears. The Monster readjusted ITself and places Mayhem on IT's shoulders...


Zach Davis: 5150!!


Gravedigger: in coming here comes Johnny Reb!!!


Reb lands with a shooting star elbow drop.

Zach Davis: they call that the 5150 PROOF!!!

Johnny Reb makes a pin cover....

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Johnny Reb is making a pin cover.

Gravedigger: No he's not, here comes Justin Cash!!!



Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!



Both Johnny reb and Oblivion stand up and stand in the center, of the ring with Stanley Moser.

Kyle Steel: The winners of the match... JOHNNY REB AND THE MONSTER OBLIVION!!!

Zach Davis: What are those two doing?!


Oblivion and Johnny Reb proceed to kick a downed Justin Cash AND a down Marc Mayhem!! Oblivion stands over a downed Marc Mayhem while Johnny Reb continues his assault on Justin Cash. The bell continues to ring as Reb looks under the apron and finds a noose, he throws it into the squared circle, promptly picked up by IT; who snatches a microphone from Kyle steel.

Oblivion’s voice is dark and fearsome, booming from the microphone with vicious intent.

Oblivion: Once there was a Scarecrow tall, a hero dressed in black...He fought the demons in his soul, but those demons, they fought back...He stared into an Oblivion, the sun it duly set...For the Scarecrow fell on that day, a noose around his neck.

Oblivion starts to put the noose around Marc’s neck as...

Scarecrow runs down to the ring!

Scarecrow barges past Reb, he ain't stopping as he climbs a turnbuckle and hits a flying clothesline on IT! Oblivion is caught off guard, falling backwards from the strike as Scarecrow is up and charging, but Crow catches a big boot from Oblivion, IT motions towards Crow, has hold of the noose.

Oblivion: Do you like to play with fire, little man of straw?

Oblivion pulls out some lighter fluid in a small canister; IT ignites the noose, which burns in Oblivion’s hand, but IT remains unaffected!

Oblivion: Your future...Your future...Your future...

Scarecrow stares at Oblivion, the fire is almost hypnotic. Crow is up from the kick, wipes away a slither of blood from his mouth. His gaze completely focused on IT as suddenly:

The lights in the arena go out. We only see the burning noose now, suspended in blackness. a slight pendulum shift, left and right, left and right. Then--

The lights return, EMT’s are with Marc and Cash as Scarecrow looks around, both Reb and IT are gone. The noose lies extinguished at Scarecrow’s feet.

Freddy Whoa: That, was intense!!!

Gravedigger: Hell yeah! Oblivion’s gone back to being the old testament monster I knew IT could be, way to go Oblivion!

Zach Davis: The bell is completely ringing off the hook. Several referees have come down to the ring to restore order. At the same time, Johnny Reb and Oblivion is proving to WCF, that they are a REAL tag team ready to dominate the tag team division, it looks like there is some issues between Oblivion and this newcomer The Scarecrow!!

Johnny Reb and Oblivion are slowly walking up the ramp, backwards, they are smirking a their little handy work and at The Monster little violent display towards The Scarecrow.

Gravedigger: Let's go to a commercial break, while we get this mess straightened out!!

Joey Flash/Occulo Segment

We open up just behind the curtain to the stage. We hear the excited roar of the crowd as the show is in full swing. Occulo is seated rotating his arm as a final check with a medic. Joey Flash, just passing through, notices the seated Occulo and plucks at the opportunity. He takes a seat on the same bench and watches Occulo try his arm.

Joey Flash: How is it?

Occulo spins round to see his arch rival slumped forward looking at him.

Occulo: Oh just dandy. Thanks for asking.

Occulo shoots his good arm toward Joey’s face, fist balled full of resentment. It connects and snaps Joey’s head back, sweat flying in a beautiful pattern toward to the roof. Joey slumps even further forward. He looks through his hair at Occulo once more, a thin smile on his face.

Joey Flash: Good.

Occulo looked at Flash, but sensed no malice at all...Joey see Occulo, Joey attack Occulo eh?

Occulo: You just about recovered from our match yet?

Joey Flash: Nope.

Occulo: You’re human after all then.

Joey holds his hands out.

Joey Flash: That’s subjective.

Joey looks Occulo up and down, focusing his gaze on Occulo’s arm.

Joey Flash: You’re going to lose tonight, you know.

Occulo: How nice of you to appear and tell my fortune. How many gold pieces do I owe you for your services?

Joey Flash: You can have that one for free. Look...don’t fuckin push it, I understand what you’re feeling now cockhead, but it’s not a smart move to wrestle tonight. If I have to smash your head in to stop it, I will.

Occulo: I’m more worried about your uncharacteristic concern than my match to be honest

Joey laughs then punches Occulo in his injured arm.

Joey Flash: Can’t a father be worried?

He raises off the stool and takes a few steps away from Occulo, turning back toward him.

Joey Flash: Real talk though, it’s too soon. You will lose tonight if you fight.

Joey raises a hand and waves goodbye as he disappears down the hall.

Occulo watched as he disappeared. The minor twinge of his arm was now dwarfed by a sense of confusion. Of all the people in the world he had expected some kind of concern from...but then it made sense to him. Occulo meant something, whatever the hell it was to Joey, and Occulo had no need to deny that Joey meant something to him also. They both wore a badge of respect, emblazoned by a seal of approval from each other that only they saw. Occulo felt a tad of comfort from Joey, and this made him laugh, he didn't know whether that made him either insane or stupid, maybe a mix of both. He got a nod from a guy in a black t-shirt and headset and he stood up. Joey was wrong, he would compete tonight and he would win. He felt he owed the people who cheered him that night, his career was certainly a little closer to the edge of the cliff tonight, but if it meant for a better view of the tens of thousands who carried him through the biggest test of his life…

...then Occulo refused to disappoint.

People's Title Contendership Match
Scarecrow vs Occulo vs Roy Speede

The ring crew clear the debris as Scarecrow runs the ropes, attempting to focus his mind on the upcoming match.

Zach Davis: Scarecrow with something of a disadvantage here, Graves. What with Oblivion’s mind games.

Gravedigger: Yeah, ain’t it amazing? Look at Crow, squirming like a yellow brick toad!

Freddy Whoa: Man looks hungry for War to me, Gee.

Gravedigger: Your peekholes are busted, “F”. Oblivion’s in his head now. You don’t shake that off easy!

The lights in the arena suddenly hit full burn as the audience shields their eyes from the glare.

Zach Davis: The man may have a busted wing, but he’s not running from a fight...it’s Occulo!

For the Love of Life by David Sylvian blasts out over the speakers as a shape (No, not Buddy Roman!) Maneuvers through the crowd. Scarecrow shields his eyes from the lights and directs his attention towards the barrier as Occulo vaults over. Stands at the foot of the ring.

Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, from Washington D.C...OCCULO!

Occulo blanks Crow and instead points towards the Jumbotron, the music is killed, as is the lights in the arena; the venue is plunged into darkness, we see CCTV footage of:


Occulo looks confused, he whispers something to a member of the ring crew; the lights abruptly return as Occulo enters the ring. Crow shoots Occulo a suspicious stare, Occulo shrugs, mouths the words, “Not Me”.

Gravedigger: See? See! That’s Oblivion! That’s the whirlwind the Crow will have to reap! Good luck, Straw donkey!

Scarecrow’s face has turned to stone. Grim. Determined. Occulo rotates his shoulder, flexes the muscles in his busted arm.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Zac! Looks like Joey’s got Occulo’s best interests at heart. Occulo might be taking on too much, too soon here after that last bout at ONE!

Zach Davis: It was a hellacious encounter, Freddy. But Occulo doesn’t back down from a fight. It’s just not in his DNA.

Gravedigger: Yeah, like winnings not in his DNA.

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






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

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers. 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!!

Gravedigger: Yeah, Silver lining on a two dollar shirt.

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: Fascinating match up this; the contrasting styles of Scarecrow and Occulus verses the veteran skills of the silver lining, Roy Speede.

All three combatants begin to encircle each other. Arms reaching out to make the first hold. Occulo tucks his damaged arm away from the action. Instinctively protecting it from harm.

Freddy: Occulo’s no dummy, Zac! He knows that arm’s gonna be the focal point for attack. This is gonna be good!

Gravedigger: Yeah, right. YAWN! None of these guys have an interesting bone in their body. It’s gonna be like watching three layers of paint dry.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa, Graves! I gotta disagree with you there.

Gravedigger: Nah son, what’cha gotta do is continue breathing...unfortunately. So wise up!

The bell rings for the start of the contest:

Zach Davis: And...here...we...GO!

Dropkick by Roy on Occulo who rolls with it and backs off to the ropes, Scarecrow with a clothesline on Roy who collapses beneath the attack, Clothesline attempt by Crow on Occulo who’s ready for the assault and front forward rolls out of the way, into a clothesline from Roy. Roy catches a Yakuza boot from Scarecrow as Occulo delivers a jumping lariat onto the back of Crow’s skull. Crow is down, as Roy is back up, and on him for a quick cover.


Thrown off with authority as Crow is back to his feet. There’s a spattering of applause from the crowd for that series of maneuvers.

Zach Davis: This one’s gonna have plenty of action people, we’ll try and keep up!

Roy with a T-Bone Suplex attempt on Occulo, countered with a headbutt as Scarecrow wraps his arms around Roy’s waste with Occulo struggling to break free, Crow’s going for a Release German Suplex, Scarecrow lifts up BOTH MEN and HITS THE MOVE!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That’s crazeeee powahhh!

Scarecrow with a cover on Occulo!




Roy with a float over DDT on Crow, follows it up with a Standing star press! Goes for another, but is caught by Occulo who wraps his arms around Roy’s waste, and hits him up into a spinning sit-out facebuster! Occulo goes for a cover!




Zach Davis: Amazing action, right Graves?

Gravedigger is jawjacking on his cell.

Gravedigger: Yeah, that’s...two pizza’s, no, no, hold the anchovies. What you say, Fudd?

Occulo goes for the cover again, as Roy reaches up from the floor and locks in an Armbar! Occulo slips out, tries to shake the feeling back into his arm as he turns into a Arm Wrench Takeover from Scarecrow!

Freddy Whoa: Ouch!

Occulo snarls in pain as Scarecrow goes to work on the arm. Leg drop, followed up by another, locks in a Kneeling Arm Breaker. Occulo reaches out with his good arm, desperately trying to connect with the ropes...closer...closer. Occulo’s almost about to tap when.

Roy takes the bottom rope, pulls it taught, and wrenches it into Occulo’s grip!

Zach Davis: Smart move by Roy there.

Scarecrow breaks the hold. Roy goes for the Fireman’s Carry Cutter on Crow! But Crow powers out at the apex. Turns Roy around, goes for a MURDER OF CROWS ace cutter! Roy kicks out! Roy hits an uppercut on Crow, follows it up with an Enzuigiri!

Zach Davis: Roy’s gonna fly!

Roy climbs the turnbuckle, points at the downed Scarecrow and goes for a Frog Splash!

Occulo is up! Mid air dropkick on Roy!



Occulo gets to his feet, makes a cover.



Scarecrow with a Pendulum Elbow on Occulo, follows that up with a Grounded somersault Cutter! Occulo rolls, but has the fortitude to get to his feet as Crow goes crazy with a series of KENTA style martial art kicks and punches, Occulo backs off, getting overwhelmed by the attack as... Roy hits Scarecrow with a Striking Spear! Kip Up’s to his feet and roars!


Roy hooks Occulo’s arms for an Angels’s wings, Occulo tries to power out but his arm is faltering. Occulo instead lowers his centre of gravity. Buying Scarecrow enough time to get to his feet, hits a swinging neckbreaker on Roy!

Crow wraps his hand around the throat of Occulo, lifts him up:

Scarecrow: CROWBREAKER!!!!

Scarecrow hits a Chokebreaker slam on Occulo ...

Zach Davis: What's this?!

Scarecrow is attacked from behind by Oblivion! Johnny Reb is in the ring as well, stomping away at Roy Speede!

Freddy Whoa: What the hell!?

The bell sounds.

Gravedigger: Huh. That woke me up. Is this match over? Is my pizza here?

Occulo rolls out of the ring as Oblivion stomps more on Scarecrow. Johnny Reb lets Speede get to his feet, then uses his People's Championship to smash him right in the face!

Zach Davis: Great. There was a day when Johnny Reb would have been a fantastic People's Champion, but this whole thing with Oblivion... it hurts to see.

Freddy Whoa: And what about the contendership to Reb's belt?

Kyle Steel: Your winners, by disqualification... SCARECROW AND ROY SPEEDE!

The crowd buzzes with confusion.

Kyle Steel: As such, BOTH Scarecrow and Roy Speede are being declared #1 contenders to the People's Championship!

Now they cheer! Reb, however, looks angry. He takes the People's Title and aims it at Kyle, ready to attack him, but Kyle drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring quickly. Scarecrow has stumbled up and Oblivion holds him from behind. Reb runs at Scarecrow and smashes him in the face as well.

Zach Davis: Oblivion and Johnny Reb have taken apart Roy Speede and Scarecrow here tonight.. vicious attack by these two men.

Freddy Whoa: We'll see what happens at Payback, because it looks like we've got Scarecrow vs Roy Speede vs Johnny Reb!

Television Title Contendership Match
Seifer Black vs Joey Flash

Zach Davis: Up next is a match that’s sure to be a firecracker! Joey Flash has been impressive ever since he won that Television Championship from Z-Mac in September. He is sure to be looking to carry this title for as long as he can, trying to create a legacy for himself.

Gravedigger: Nah. That guy’s good. It takes more than luck to defeat a member of the Vapor King. He’s everything I like about the current breed of wrestlers in the ring, let me tell you that. If there’s anyone who SHOULD be Television Champion, it’s him. Not anyone else, and certainly not his opponent.

Zach Davis: Do you mean Seifer Black?

Gravedigger: Is there another participant in this match, idiot?

Zach Davis: ...

Gravedigger: Sometimes you need to think before you speak, cause your ridiculous commentary has been on my nerves for long enough. Now that I'm on the team, things are changing around here.

Freddy Whoa: He he… but I do have to disagree with you Gravedigger. Seifer was most impressive last week at ONE. Sure, a little hiccup happened, and he didn't quite manage to seal the deal to defeat Jayson Price for the WCF Internet Championship. But hey, I think he more than deserves this opportunity.

Gravedigger: Anyone in their right mind should be beating a dead beat loser like Price. Accidents occur, yes, but not against Jayson Price. Seifer gets a chance to redeem himself by taking that title away from that Joey Flash, and if I were him, I better treasure this opportunity.

Freddy Whoa: Betting against Joey Flash does seem to be a fool's choice. He has been on a roll to say the least. But hey, Seifer didn't earn his reputation as one of the stiffer wrestlers for nothing. His strikes sting, let me tell you that! This is going to be a great one! Woah!

The lights go off as the screen goes to static. 515 by Slipknot soars around the arena as a voice shouts the word DEATH! Horrific imagery flashes across the screen till everything goes black and black smoke covers the stage and ramp. Blood drips menacingly onto the screen spelling out the words '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. Seifer climbs out of the stage with his face paint and parts of his clothing glowing under the black light as he kneels on the stage. The crowd starts making a hooplah at his entrance.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Introducing first... from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 250 pounds... he is the Doomsday Prophet... Seifer Black!!!

Grabbing the light with his mouth, he crawls through the smoke for a moment and stands up, taking the lamp in his hand before slowly walking down the ramp. Reaching the bottom of the ramp, he turns off the lamp and while 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. He climbs up, placing one foot on the top turnbuckle while keeping one on the second and making the sign of the cross with his arms before tipping his head back and spitting luminous liquid in the air. Leaping off the top turnbuckle into the ring, as he hits the ground fire erupts from the turnbuckles and ground creating fire crosses on each side of the ring. As the fire fades, the lights go back to normal and Seifer walks into the corner of the ring and sits there waiting for the match to start.

Zach Davis: You two are right. It seems that Seifer Black is more than ready to rumble tonight. He's all business.

Gravedigger: Wrestling does that to you. I speak from experience.

Freddy Whoa: He is out to prove his worth tonight, and one can only begin to fathom what thoughts are running through his head right now. Seifer knows that this is his chance to avenge that loss at ONE, and I can bet my left arm he is going to make the most out of it. Joey Flash needs to be careful.

And speaking of Joey Flash, the man of the hour has arrived. The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. "Mile Zero" by Periphery starts playing throughout the arena. 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: And his opponent... from Bronx, New York... weighing in at 220 pounds... he is the current WCF Television Champion... Joey Flash!!!

He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust. He drops back down and approaches Seifer. The two men stand tall in the ring, each serious about tonight's bout.

Zach Davis: Both men look focused as all heck tonight. Do you think he will be able to defeat Tek tonight though?

Gravedigger: It's for the gold, of course they will be riled up! Two opponents, waiting to see who will prove to be superior.

Freddy Whoa: Seifer got that size advantage, standing at six foot seven. But his bulk could lead to him presenting a bigger target to Flash, whom as we all know, packs quite the punch! That Sudden Flash of his doesn't discriminate, you know!

Referee Isaac Pein calls for the bell, and the two men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring. The larger Seifer quickly gains an advantage as he forces Flash against the turnbuckle. The official pays close attention to the grapple, before finally deciding that the two wrestlers have to break it up. Flash immediately puts some space between himself and Seifer Black, before the two men start circling each other, each waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The circling continues for a while before Seifer decides to move in again. He attempts to catch Flash in another grapple, but this time, the champion manages to dodge the grasp! He takes advantage of Seifer's overzealousness, quickly bringing the big man to his knees with a series of fists and kicks. Tek then continues to hammer Gravedigger with a series of swift kicks, before taking a breather and smirking. The crowd is booing at both men.

Zach Davis: Wow, such arrogance. He better make the most of the opportunity though.

Freddy Whoa: This crowd is not happy. Not happy at all Zach.

Gravedigger: Gah, this match has just started. Can it, will the both of you? Just call the action!

Joey Flash then kicks Seifer in the gut. He doubles over and Flash follows up with an Irish whip, throwing Seifer across the ring, snapping off a beautiful belly-to-belly suplex as he returns. Seifer quickly recovers, a little groggy at the intensity of the pace, and sits up. Flash stares at him for a moment or two, before running to the ropes and delivering a running dropkick to the head of Seifer. The Doomsday Prophet crumples to the mat stomach-first, clearly dazed by the superior speed of his opponent. Seifer doesn't let up though, as he immediately hoists him up to his feet, and throws him back to the ropes.

Zach Davis: The champion looking very good from the get-go. Seifer's in a little bit of a bind early on.

And Seifer returns on the rebound. Joey lowers his head, ready to perform a back body drop. But Seifer is more than ready, and instead strikes with a BRUTAL spinning backhand to the jaw, spinning the New Yorker around like a rag monkey! Joey clutches his jaw in agony.

Freddy Whoa: WOAH! What a shot! Flash's jaw might just be broken! Backfist From The Future!

Gravedigger: Heh. That's what I like to see. Good, solid brawls. None of that bullshit technical stuff some of the greenhorns at the back like to do. This is what real wrestling is all about.

A slight frown on his face, Seifer goes for a pin.




No! Flash manages to get his shoulder up before the third count!

Zach Davis: Good effort there. But I think that momentum has fully shifted to Seifer Black now.

Now his turn to smirk, Seifer waits for Joey Flash to get back to his feet. As he does, the big man grapples him from behind and delivers a HUGE sleeper suplex! He immediately follows it up with stomp after stomp after stomp to the exposed body of Joey. The crowd starts booing loudly again as the referee is forced to split the two men apart. Shaking the official off, Seifer picks Flash up, before hitting a quick dropkick! He goes for the pin.




No! Flash manages to survive again!

Shaking his head, Seifer then picks the champion up and throws him into the turnbuckle. Seifer charges, but Joey manages to get his boot up in time, reversing the charge attempt. Shaking his head to clear the cobwebs, Joey then takes advantage of the opening to grab Seifer's head and sits himself up on the top rope... before hitting a PAINFUL top-rope neckbreaker!

Gravedigger: Oh yeah that's gotta hurt!

Zach Davis: What an unorthodox move by the champion!

Joey Flash quickly gets on top, hooking the leg. Referee Isaac Pein at the ready.




No! Seifer manages to get his arm up in time! But Flash isn't done just yet. He backs up, playing to the angry crowd as Seifer struggles to his feet. Once the Doomsday Prophet is up, Flash shifts behind him, and executes a WICKED GERMAN SUPLEX, landing Seifer on top of his head!

Zach Davis: My god! He hits the the Lightning Bolt! This must be it!




But NO! Seifer kicks up just milliseconds away from defeat!

Gravedigger: Two huge nearfalls right in a row. I'll give Flash credit though. Not many can catch a man like Seifer off guard for such a long time.

Freddy Whoa: I agree, but he's nowhere near able to pin him thus far though! What is Flash going to do now to finally put away Seifer?

Frustrated but nonetheless determined to seal the victory, Flash kicks Seifer in the head a few times before making some distance between the two. Though hateful of him, the crowd still rises to their feet to witness what could potentially be a game-changing move.

Gravedigger: And this is where he is at his most dangerous! With space to do some decent brawling, and he got Seifer right where he wants him!

But Gravedigger recovers in time! As he gets to his feet, and as Flash charges in with a huge punch, Seifer ducks, and runs to the ropes! He rebounds, and as a disoriented Flash turns around, he is is immediately met with a charging giant! Seifer grabs Flash in a falcon arrow, and executes the manoeuvre while spinning it!

Zach Davis: What a move! This is it!

He slams Flash down on the canvas HARD! And goes for the pin!




No! Somehow, Flash kicks out, his face still groggy at the effort. The crowd is going wild - despite their dislike for both men. Seifer is in disbelief, but firmly shakes his head to retain his composure.

Freddy Whoa: My goodness! What will it take to keep either man down?

Zach Davis: I have no idea! But this is so intense! I can feel the end coming!

Gravedigger: Good show from both man, good show indeed.

Seifer calmly hoists Flash to his feet, fully intend on destroying the man. But the champion isn't going down without a fight, countering with numerous kicks and boxing combinations, separating the two with sheer force! Coughing with the effort it takes to subdue him, Seifer has no choice but to let him go. The champion takes full advantage, and kicks the Hall-Of-Famer in the gut HARD, sending him to one knee. He then follows it up with a WICKED DDT, knocking Seifer flat on his face!

Zach Davis: Ouch! Wait, what's happening...?

Gravedigger: Ahh... no way Seifer is able to escape now.

Freddy Whoa: Flash is getting pumped! He seems to be picking his spot, aiming to hit that dreaded crossbar of his! Will he succeed?

Indeed, Joey pulls himself up yet again, signalling to the crowd that his trademark submission manoeuvre is going to be locked on once more! He taunts them and preps himself, before preparing to end the match. He jumps onto an unsuspecting Seifer, determined to lock on that move and force him to tap out!

Zach Davis: PAIN IS LOVE! PAIN IS LOVE! Will Joey Flash hit it!?

The New Yorker is on Seifer, rotating wildly as he tries desperately to force him into the position. The noise in the building is getting to an absurd level, everyone eager to see if he will hit it.

Freddy Whoa: He's going to lock it in!

Zach Davis: NO!

And indeed, Seifer manages to power out of that move. Using SHEER force, he pushes a frantic Joey Flash off him. Rage in his eyes, Seifer turns towards Flash and grabs him.


Freddy Whoa: He is! He's lifting Flash off the ground already!

But with Flash struggling in mid-air, hitting shot after shot on Seifer's exposed face, the Canadian is forced to let go, sending the champion tumbling behind. Smarting from the cheap shots to his nose, Seifer shakes his head to clear himself, before turning.

Freddy Whoa: WOAH!

Gravedigger: Ah, the Sudden Flash. Was wondering when it would pop out.

As Seifer turns, a reinvigorated Flash strikes with the precision of a viper! One beautifully-timed right cross to the temple of Seifer, and the giant slumps to the mat! The last of his strength expended, the champion collapses on top of his opponent.





The WCF Galaxy restart their incessant booing as an exhausted Flash's arm is raised in victory. Clutching his head in pain, Seifer slowly rolls out of the ring and makes his way backstage, still hobbling in agony.

Zach Davis: Flash wins in what can only be described as an unexpected fashion! No one expected that punch to come out of nowhere, that's for sure!

Freddy Whoa: What a match! What a match! Both men did their best tonight, and there is no shame from either competitor! Joey Flash may have retained that championship, but I am sure Seifer still has his eyes on that gold! Prepare to see more from both men in the future!

Gravedigger: Maybe, but tonight, the champion reigns supreme. Beautiful strike by Flash, and an equally nice victory to boot.

Joey rolls outside the ring to collect his belt, gazing at a fallen Seifer in the ring. He collects his belt and throws it into the ring…Kyle’s microphone and throws it into the ring…then Kyle’s chair and slides it under the bottom rope. He follows the chair and grabs it with one hand, staring down at Seifer.

Gravedigger: Fucking finally.

Freddy Whoa: That’s my line.

Zach Davis: Would both of you shu-

As Seifer Black valiantly tries to get back to his feet he is immediately blasted by Joey Flash with the chair. Once…twice…three times. Joey walks toward the ropes and begins jawing with an audience member who is shouting for him to stop, only to turn round to find Seifer staring him dead in the face. Joey swings the chair once more, blasting Seifer straight in the face…no effect. Seifer takes a step toward him, blood gushing down his face with a smile on his face he simply shakes his head.

Zach Davis: Good god, what on earth…

Joey swings once more for the chair to be caught by Seifer, he grabs Joey by the hair and begins talking to him inaudibly.

Freddy Whoa: This is unreal what could he be saying?

Joey backs up even further toward the ropes before wrenching the chair free and blasting Seifer once more with the chair. Seifer Black sinks to one knee. Joey looks anxious and peers around him to ensure no one is going to appear before smashing Seifer once more. Unperturbed Seifer gets straight back to his feet, even more blood streaming from his head and continues talking to Joey.

Zach Davis: This man…


Joey cuts ‘digger off with an almighty crack of the chair on Seifer’s skull sending him finally reeling to the mat. Head…head…head…arm…arm…leg…leg…gut…gut…gut…head…head. The chair shots rain down like hail onto the prone Seifer. Joey finally satisfied Seifer Black will be no more trouble for him tonight opens the chair out and sits on it, picking the microphone up.
Joey Flash: Well here we are. It came to this.

The crowd boos voraciously.

Joey Flash: Oh I’m sorry; I didn’t give you a cue to fucking interrupt. You cunts are to listen. I told you, I fucking TOLD you what would happen here…

Crowd: Boooooooooooooooo!

Joey Flash: You fuckers didn’t believe, you didn’t think I’d do it. ‘Oh Seifer has mixed it with the best he’s going to march right through Joey Flash’ Motherfucker look at him now.

Joey stands and stomps on Seifer’s head once more.

Joey Flash: It didn’t happen. I’m still here, I’m still champion.

Crowd: Boooooooooo!

Joey Flash: But what am I champion of? I defend every week; I massacre these no marks without a blink of the eye. This was the one chance for someone to take my title, and guess what…nothing happened. The perennial World Title contender got summarily crushed…scratch that…

Seifer Black is stirring, he looks toward Joey Flash, still smiling through the blood and still talking to him. Joey rears back and cracks Seifer over the head with his chair…again and again until Seifer is no longer moving. The paramedics from the back begin pouring out and quickly secure Seifer to a stretcher. Joey stands back as they slide him onto a trolley and begin rolling him up the aisle.

Joey Flash: There he goes, look…are you seeing this? This, this man was your last fucking chance to deal with me. I told you, and I told him, this match was going to show everyone where Seifer’s place in this world was and where Joey Flash existed, about five planes above every fucker else.


Joey Flash: What to do, what to do? Shall I just sit back and wait my turn like a good boy?


Joey Flash: Or should I shake things up a little bit?


Joey Flash: You fuckers are no help; I’m ignoring you for now.

Crowd: BOOO-

Joey Flash: FUCKING SHUT UP! I don’t care for your opinion. I’ve bided my time long enough, I thought I’d just sit back and let my skill by its own reward, but seeing Adam Young’s smarmy face end up with the chance to gain a world title shot just flipped my switch. What would happen if he faced me? What would happen if his opponent, fucking god boy climbed through those ropes with me?

Vapor Kings…Armageddon Inc…two sides of a different coin. Cuntheads and Cuntails. Fucking no marks, we even have these Poondock cocksuckers clawing about for relevance. Good job fuckers, losing a world title match and beating a mongoloid. That’ll do you. Fuck all of ya’ll.

I’m under no illusions none of you want to face me, you’ve laughed and you’ve gotten fat here but here’s the part I’m taking the bounty from your lips. I don’t care to face any of you for your titles or for your accolades; I’d fuck you up regardless. Bring it you shower of shit. I’m going nowhere; you want to show you have a scrotum amongst you? Come face the man spitting in your face and calling you cowards, my belt is here, my undefeated streak is here, come take it. Send me packing like the coward I am.
Beckman, yeah motherfucker I’m talking to you. I find it funny that in the entire time I’ve been I’ve seen nothing but mediocrity from you and your opponents. You better hope, you better fucking pray you’re not still champion if I’m ever allowed to a chance at the main belt here. I will lick the tears from you and your Vapor King brothers.

In my second week I took the head of your leader. Was that not warning enough? Do you think if he came at me again anything would change? Whoops, nope. If I was given the shot I’d massacre Orbit as easy as I did Z-Mac, Beckman? Even easier, faggot you’re nothing but a parlour trick. Armageddon? You are a group of subservient cunts who do everything to try to counter the VK's, they control you through whatever they do. Fuck you. Poondocks?

Cairo? Faggot. Loser.

Mazy? Faggot. Not enough to be considered a loser.

Where was I? Yes. Fucking all of you circle jerking motherfuckers, you keep your little circle of people who can each beat each other with the odd exception who can have a decent ratio of wins against other members of you group of spastics. Occulo could beat every one of you, Scarecrow could beat every one of you, Dan Van Slade could beat every one of you, yet uh uh that’s not what happens, you make them jump through hoops to get to any one of you motherfuckers. That’s not happening any more.

They might not have the voice to do it, shit they might not have the skill to do it, but they’d do enough. Me? I have everything, it’s sad really, you people think that anyone new here will just take a loss and slink back to the bottom of the card saying ‘YES MASSA’. Well where’s my loss? Where’s my ‘yes massa?’ Oh sorry to disappoint. I’m coming for every title in this federation. ICE, I could turn you to slush and take your title next week, but no, that will wait.

Joey throws his hands up.

Joey Flash: I’m talking to dead ears, but what I’m going to do in the next few weeks will ensure every ear is listening intently to every fucking word I say.

Joey smiles.

Joey Flash: Enjoy your last week of comfort cunts. I’m coming.

Joey throws the mic back to ringside and slides out as we…


Dan Van Slade vs Maelstrom

"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.

Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first; from Missoula, Montana…weighing in at 251lbs…Dan! Van! Slade!!

Freddy Whoa: Well Dan Van Slade was the man on the receiving end of a powerbomb which won Price the Clockwork Orange House of Fun match at One, he’ll be looking to put things right here against Maelstrom who also competed in that match

Zach Davis: He got so close yet so far

Gravedigger: Who cares?

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 Sladearrogantly 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. Heslowly moves to his feet and stares into the crowd with determined eyes and a sadistic grin. His battle tune fades.

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 hard thrash guitar roars to life as a renewed gout of fiery orange orange spotlights flare around the stadium, spinning not unlike warning lights.

Just as all this is happening Maelstrom appears, wearing a dark metallic chrome mantle with flame pipes and spikes rising from his shoulders. He marches to the ring with purpose, hands out to brush the outstretched fingers of the fans on both sides.

Kyle Steel: And his opponent; from Buffalo New York…weighing in at 300lbs…Maelstrom!!

He stops short of the ring and turns to the crowd, pausing a moment. Then he rears back and roars to the heavens as twin ten-foot jets of fiery blood-red sparks erupt from his shoulders. The crowd roars back with deafening approval in return.

Climbing to the second turnbuckle, he thumps his fist over his heart and bows his head in salute to the fans and the arena.

Freddy Whoa: Both men with something to prove here tonight

Zach Davis: Yeah, a reclaim of pride after they both lost at the Pay Per View

Gravedigger: Two losers. Great.

The bell rings and the two men immediately adopt a look of concentration. DVS stands slightly to the left and looks behind Maelstrom towards the ramp with a confused look on his face. Maelstrom turns around and is a second later pinned to the mat in a school boy roll up…



Kickout! Maelstrom kicks out and responds with a heavy boot to the chest of DVS

Freddy Whoa: The Devious DVS using his strengths right from the off there and it ALMOST paid off!

Zach Davis: Maelstrom showing a lack of focus so early on might cost him here

Gravedigger: What an idiot. A 300lb lump of idiot. Shame it didn’t end there

Maelstrom continues hammering DVS with some heavy boots until the referee steps in and allows him some breathing space. He gets up and charges at Maelstrom, who sends him back to the mat with a powerslam. He lifts him to his feet and floors him yet again with a headbutt. He repeats this a couple of times until DVS grabs his leg on the way down and rolls him to the ground. He covers…



Kickout! Maelstrom gets up, wondering how he has been pinned twice despite his utter domination.

Freddy Whoa: Well DVS looks the closest to winning so far

Zach Davis: Maelstrom needs to fell him in one big move otherwise DVS will continue finding a loophole

Gravedigger: Yeah just finish him off already

DVS and Maelstrom stand up facing each other, ready to start “round 2” so to speak. Maelstrom lands a heavy left punch, but DVS spins around, taking advantage of his slighter and more agile build to behind Maelstrom. He stabs a kick at the back of Maelstrom’s knee and hooks his head under his arm, crashing him down with a DDT. He quickly follows it up with a legdrop. Another cover…



Kickout! Maelstrom kicks out with so much force DVS is sent a couple of feet into the air and almost over the top rope. A livid Maelstrom gets up and wraps his massive hands around the throat of DVS before smashing him into the canvas with a chokeslam.

Freddy Whoa: Wow! So much anger behind that chokeslam by Maelstrom!

Zach Davis: I’m surprised there isn’t a smoking crater around DVS’s lifeless body at the moment. Bang!

Gravedigger: You want a smoking crater? Give me three seconds with these two chumps

Maelstrom covers for the first time in the match



Kickout!! Maelstrom shakes his head and throws DVS into the ropes before planting him with great applause by the crowd with a Stormbreaker. He roars in response to the crowd’s reception and covers DVS once more.



Kickout!! Maelstrom punches the mat and signals to the crowd that this match ends NOW!

Maelstrom lifts DVS to his feet and throws him towards the ropes again, this time DVS grabs onto the ropes instead of bouncing off them. He uses them as leverage to kick Maelstrom in the face, he then follows this up by a couple of kneelifts to his midsection, then a vicious one to Maelstrom’s face. As Maelstrom shows signs of anger, DVS skips around him delivering quick jabs and dodging his punches. Maelstrom finally catches him though, and lifts him up to deliver a Hellstorm Rising. But DVS counterbalances it and the two men tumble to the mat. DVS quickly takes advantage and locks in the E.G.D submission hold.

Freddy Whoa: A classic counter by DVS! This could be it!

Zach Davis: Can he keep a man of his size down though?

Gravedigger: He’s not even trying. Come on man at least apply some pressure!!

DVS applies as much pressure as he can. Maelstrom reaches for the ropes with all his might and manages to brush one with his fingertips. DVS looks around and takes note of their proximity to the ropes. He releases him and pulls him towards the centre of the ring before Maelstrom can get up. He lands an elbow drop to Maelstrom’s spine and again locks in the E.G.D. The elbow drop seems to have opened up a pocket of pain for Maelstrom and he finally taps out.

The bell rings.

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner….Dan! Van! Slade!!

Freddy Whoa: DVS was mentally razor sharp here tonight. Outsmarting Maelstrom all over the park. Superb performance and response to his Pay Per View defeat!

Zach Davis: Maelstrom will wonder how he’s lost this though, physically dominant in parts.

Gravedigger: Extremely average. Utterly dire. Expectedly poor. When do the professionals start?

Jayson Price vs The Polar Phantasm

Zach Davis: Well now it's time for a match that's going to be more than a bit personal. Jayson Price versus Polar Phantasm in a contest between two members of the Pantheon stable.

Gravedigger: Here's to hoping that Polar breaks that glass neck of Price's and ends his pathetic career.

Freddy Whoa: Kind of harsh, don't you think?

Gravedigger: Hey I said end his career, not his life. What more do you want from me?

All of the lights in the arena drop as "Explosia" by Gojira kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive pop from the crowd.

Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 240 pounds...JAYSON PRICE!

Price pauses at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get themselves a good look before heading down the ramp, grabbing a beer from a fan trying to get a high five. He'll down the beer, toss the empty cup into the crowd and then roll in under the bottom rope. He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before hopping down to the mat. He'll pull off his shirt and throw it to the crowd before warming up for the match in his corner.

Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...

The big screen flashes to a blank screen... with a cursor? Suddenly, text appears... "Iceberg-Seven online... accessing WCF big screen. Access granted... running program 'Entrance'." The cursor moves across the screen slowly, as if loading something... and then the screen clears itself once more. Then, two words appear: "POLAR PHANTASM". "Synchronicity (part 2)" by The Police begins playing over the loudspeakers as two white spotlights train on the entrance. The curtain parts and... nobody comes out.

Zach Davis: Uh, what's this?

Polar's music continues to play as everyone waits for him to come out. Finally it fades out and the big screen goes back to black.

Freddy Whoa: Anyone know where Polar Phantasm is?

Zach Davis: Not a clue.

Price is clearly annoyed in the ring as the referee walks over to Kyle Steel, pointing to the earpiece he has in. They have a discussion and Kyle nods his head.

Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed that Polar Phantasm is not in the arena. Therefore, the winner of this match by...

Kyle is cut off as Price knocks the microphone from his hand and storms out of the ring.

Zach Davis: Well Price wins the match by way of forfeit, but he's clearly not happy. We heard earlier today that he was looking forward to getting some payback after Polar disrespected him.

Gravedigger: Boo hoo, the guy brought it all on himself. I hope the rest of Pantheon eventually does the same as Polar and then kick him out of the group. Maybe then he'll finally get the hint.

Slam goes to commercial as Price disappears backstage.

World Title Contendership Match
Steeltoe Joe vs The Cartel

Zach Davis: And here we go, time to find out who is next in line for the WCF World Championship.

Freddy Whoa: A title still held by Natural ICE Beckman somehow; even after he was hit by three R-Cairos at ONE.

Gravedigger: The power of the ICE Age, I suppose.

Freddy Whoa: Whatever the reason, here we are in need of a new World Title Number One Contender, a positon we are just about to fill with our next match-

“Feels Good INC” by The Gorillaz hits the PA system and the fans all quickly stand up and look towards the entrance in anticipation for the man that music triggers...

Zach Davis: Here comes Natural ICE Beckman!!

ICE Beckman walks out from a cloud of fake snow being blasted into the fans with the World Title over his shoulder and his trademark smile on his face.

Freddy Whoa: What is he doing here?

Gravedigger: What do you mean by that? ICE cares more about this outcome than anyone else in the world.

Beckman makes his way to the ring while taking the time, as usual, to soak in the negative heat and drunken love that comes with the mix reaction from the crowd.

Zach Davis: The WCF World Champion at SLAM!!!

Freddy Whoa: And looks like he has something to say.

Natural ICE gets a microphone handed to him by Kyle Steele and soaks in those moments after his music ends and the voice of the fans rings clear for everyone in the arena and at home to hear. ICE then slowly brings the mic to his mouth as he lets the World title drop from his shoulder and dangle in the other hand.

ICE: You know what, I was just about to talk about my HUGE win at ONE, but I don’t think I can do that without someone else in the ring...a true WCF Star....please welcome my special guest...

Zach Davis: Who is this? One of his strange Foam Lake friends?

Freddy Whoa: Maybe the lovely Chelsea Armstrong?

Gravedigger: I got a feeling who this is going to be...

ICE: Everyone now rise, for my role model, my mentor...My Father....BUDDY ROMAN!!!

The crowd begins to rain down Boos as ICE Beckman smiles at the loving face of Buddy Roman. Buddy is rolled out from the back by a WCF executive.

Zach Davis: Look how many casts and injuries he has, whoa.

Freddy Whoa: Hey, that is my line.

Buddy does his best to placate the fans with small waves, but they only last a few seconds before he has to pull his arm back due to his massive injuries. Buddy makes his way to the ring where a group of security guards help him out of his wheel chair and into the ring.

Zach Davis: Come one now, he seems find to me.

Gravedigger: Well he is wearing all those casts and bandages, so I am sure something is wrong.

Freddy Whoa: Something is wrong, but I doubt with his bones and body.

Buddy is all set up in the ring with his wheel chair under him and a proud look upon his face. Both him and the World Champ have mics now.

ICE: I couldn’t be more happy to have you here...Father.

Buddy Roman: I couldn’t be more proud of you with that title still on your strap knowing that somewhere in the back Bobby is still grinding his teeth over his failure at ONE.

ICE: Another proud moment in the Vapor Kings history, right Father?

Buddy Roman: One of the best my son, one of the best. For you see when men like Bobby Cairo sit on a throne and run their mouths it is up to the true Kings of the industry to help them find their place. Something you did at ONE, something the rest of the Vapor Kings will do later tonight.

ICE: But Father, what is Bobby now? For he is the dusty winner of WAR, the loser of ONE and the partner of a wrestler he must carry...so tell me what is Bobby Cairo now?

Buddy Roman: He is just another failure in this the time of the Age of ICE, the Era of the Vapor Kings and a man who finds himself behind the likes of Steeltoe Joe and whores of the Cartel.

ICE: Are you saying he is nothing now that I have defeated him?

Buddy Roman: Why ICE, my son, I was going to put it nicer, but since the phrase is out of the bag, then yes, Bobby Cairo is no longer a wrestler of importance, for he deals with fresh jobbers and waits behind wasted piles of garbage...you my son, have become the true hero of the WCF. You have squashed what once as and redefined it in the name of the Kings, the ICE Age...the true lifeblood of the WCF.

ICE: And as for this match tonight? The one to determine my next victim?

Buddy Roman: Even I, the smartest person in the wrestling business, will be interested to see the crazy amount of delusion of whatever two bit shit star walks out of this match wanting to be the next in the line to lose to ICE Beckman, my beloved and cherished son.

(ICE leans down to give his father Roman a hug as a chorus of boos takes over the crowd of fans at Slam.)

ICE: You know I am into this place known as WCF and I am already being thought of as one of the greatest ever, the World Champion who can pin hall of famers, the World Champion who can make legends hide in the shadows, the man who has brought an new era into the world of the WCF where no longer is half-assed or sorta trying acceptable. No Longer do we have Paper Champions who rely on what they have done, but now we have real Champions strong with respect and honor and they are wrestlers who take pride in that gold around their waist, rather than just clowns in the ring that caused the WCF to look like nothing more than a ridiculous circus act!! And I am here to announce, to declare, to put it in stone that my WAR on the weak will continue well past the second rate talent coming out here to become next in line For MY WORLD TITLE!!!

The smiles on the faces of the Vapor Kings in the ring are enough to get the crowd back to their feet to boo them louder.

ICE: Now, say we go ahead and get this match started?

Buddy Roman: Sure, for the sooner it begins, the sooner it ends and you can teach all these lesser contenders what Bobby Cairo has already learned...the ICE AGE is extremely hard to melt!!

ICE Beckman smiles and shakes Buddy’s hand as the Boo’s increase to their loudest peak.

Zach Davis: What the crap is this? A fucking love fest for ICE and his “father”?

Freddy Whoa: Relax Zach, for while it might be annoying to you and I, it is hard to argue that they don’t deserve it at this point of the Vapor King’s dominance.

Gravedigger: Well put Freddy.

Buddy is helped from the ring and ICE watches him go as the fans continue to give the father and son duo tons of heat. As Buddy finally makes his way behind the curtain ICE does a U-turn and heads to the announcers table with his trademark cute smile in his face.

Zach Davis: What are you doing here?

ICE: I figured the World Champ deserves a front row seat for this, now back off Zach.

Freddy Whoa: This should be interesting.

ICE Beckman sits down with the other three as the announcer’s table.

Gravedigger: Welcome ICE man, might I say, it is a pleasure to have you.

ICE: Thanks Digger, I wish your two peers thought the same of me.

Gravedigger: First off these two are not my peers and second, they are probably just in awe of the great WCF World Champion.

A double sigh can be heard as The Arena Goes Dark, the entrance and stage area start to flicker with neon blue and white lights as "Cells" by the Sevant begins to slowly play through the PA system. Fog fills the entrance area and Steeltoe Joe comes walking methodically to the beat of the music out of the midst of the fog. The fans are going nuts as Joe pumps his muscles, takes of his sunglasses to look around the arena to the masses of fans cheering and chanting his name. He puts his sun glasses back on and starts to walk down the ramp. He makes his way to the ring steps and walks up them in a slow manner but then explodes through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera. He raises his arms in his presumed victory, points to Heaven and jumps off the turnbuckle.

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the World Title Number One Contendership...Coming out first, from Stockon, California and weighs in at 272 pounds...he is the Holy Flame...Steeltoe Joe!!!

Zach Davis: And look at Steeltoe look down here at you ICE, he seems like a man on a mission.

ICE: Yeah, he is has been on that impossible mission before, but didn’t fare as well as Tom Cruise.

Kyle Steel: And his opponents...

“The Bullet” Chaz James, “The Ghost” Tom Joad and “The Villain” Adam Young walk out to a chorus of disliked cheers from the fans as “Reach down” by Temple of the Dogs plays through-out the arena.

Kyle Steel: “The Bullet” Chaz James, “The Ghost” Tom Joad and “The Villain” Adam Young...Together they make up....The Cartel!!

Freddy Whoa: Three against one? Seems unfair...

Gravedigger: Don’t worry Joe has Jesus on his side.

ICE: Really? From what I’ve seen of Joe’s career, I always thought Jesus was against him.

Gravedigger and ICE share a laugh as Chaz James is picked to start out for the Cartel by Adam Young and the bell dings.

Zach Davis: And here comes Steeltoe!!

Freddy Whoa: He just plowed over Chaz like a runaway train and he keep up this quick start pace.

Steeltoe kneels over Chaz and begins to rain punches down into the side of his skull. STJ then pulled Chaz up, throws him against the rope and plants him with a massive back body toss upon return.

Zach Davis: Did you see how high Joe just tossed Chaz James?

Gravedigger: That is nothing, I bet ICE is higher than that right now.

ICE chuckles as STJ drops a leg drop onto the throat of Chaz and goes for a pin.

1...2...kick out.

Zach Davis: Maybe too early for that; but you can see the passion in Steeltoe with every move he makes.

STJ pulls James up and flips him high into the air for a powerbomb, but Chaz is able to slip over past Joe and knocks him to a knee with a chop block. James nails Joe in the back of the head with a forearm before lugging into his corner to make a tag to Tom Joad.

Freddy Whoa: And here comes Joad with Adam Young barking orders behind him.

ICE: When the hell is Young going to start doing his own dirty work?

Gravedigger: Probably as soon he stops finding morons to do it for him.

Joad begins to stomp STJ with his boots as the bigger man begins to get back to his feet. Joad grabs Joe by the waist and runs him towards the ropes to start a roll-up pin attempt.

Zach Davis: Steeltoe holds onto the top rope, Joad only rolls himself back and springs back to his feet-

Freddy Whoa: Only to get a big boot to his face from Joe!!! WHOA! Cover by STJ!!!

1...2...kick out!!

Gravedigger: Adam Young sure doesn’t seem happy with his team so far.

ICE: They are getting beaten by Steeltoe Joe, can you blame him.

Steeltoe sees Young yelling at his team mates, smiles and tosses Joad back into the ring corner in which he came.

Zach Davis: Look at this move, Steeltoe is demanding Young get into the ring.

Freddy Whoa: These seem like actions of a confident man.

ICE: Oh they are those sorts of actions; they remind me of the confidence I feel when in the ring facing Joe.

Adam Young instructs Chaz to tag back in instead of himself.

Gravedigger: Look at that, Young is truly the boss of this team.

Zach Davis: He may be keeping clean, but at what cost to his cause.

STJ throws James off the ropes, waits for him to return and plants him with a sidewalk slam!

Freddy Whoa: Wow, is Steeltoe on fire here tonight!!

Gravedigger: Look at him bark at Young, he needs to focus on-

Zach Davis: James grabs him from behind and...school boy pin attempt!!

1...2...Kick Out!!

Gravedigger: Joe might have kicked out like a beast, but he almost lost it like a goat.

ICE: Not the first time I have seen Joe’s enthusiasm get ahead of his reality.

Joe is quick to roll to his feet and clothesline the breath out of Chaz James.

Freddy Whoa: Steeltoe skips the cover, rather getting James to his feet in order to slam his head into the top turnbuckle.

The crowd counts along...1...2...3...4...5...

Zach Davis: And here comes number six via Joe’s own fist!!

But James blocks the right hand, pokes Joe in the eye and brings him down with a tackle.

Gravedigger: James is on the offensive now, look at him punch Joe in the face, over and over, now we are talking!

Freddy Whoa: James is looking for reinforcements and finally he comes Adam Young.

Like a snake Adam Young stalks around Steeltoe until he strikes with a big time swinging neck breaker!

ICE: Has this ever been said before?...Nice move by Adam Young.

Gravedigger: No, but this has...Steeltoe is down!

Zach Davis: And The Villain seemingly wants to keep Joe down as he has applied a headlock to his larger competitor.

Freddy Whoa: Smart move by the Villain, good way to wear out a stronger opponent.

ICE: Plus it has the bonus effect of not letting Joe speak.

The ref begins to check Steeltoe to see if has passed out...arm raised...arm falls...arm raised...arm falls- then stops!!

Zach Davis: Joe is back in business people!!

Gravedigger: Can you please stop being so biased Zach?

Zach Davis: You have- I mean You and ICE have been super- I mean- URGH!

Steeltoe is back on his two feet which causes Adam to slide off his back. Joe turns to clobber Adam, but the quick thinking Villain slides under his legs to find help.

Freddy Whoa: Adam Young tags in Tom Joad!

Joad runs at Joe and gets nailed with a shoulder block, but springs back up for another, and another!

Zach Davis: Joe is on a rampage!!

ICE: And here he comes again!

Joe knocks Tom Joad with such force that they both go spilling over the top rope and out of the ring.

Freddy Whoa: Now that was a mass of humanity spilling ringside!! WHOA!!

Joe throws Joad into the ring side announcer’s table with authority and reason.

Zach Davis: That seemed like a message to you ICE man.

ICE: You can throw a jobber at my feet, I am used to that, no big deal.

Joe picks Toad up and drops him throat first on the ringside steel guard railing.

Gravedigger: And here goes Joe trying a body slam on the outside...but where is Adam Young?

ICE: Look Penishead is distracting the ref.

Zach Davis: Penishead? Don’t you mean Adam- nevermind.

Freddy Whoa: But look the distraction on the ref is working.

James low blows Joe from behind and like vultures on a fresh kill the two members of the Cartel are ganging up to stomp STJ to the ringside mats.

Gravedigger: Now they are thinking like a team.

ICE: Do I need to even point out that I have between Joe multiple times without such an advantage?

Crickets seem to come from the rest of the announcer team and Joad and James roll STJ back into the ring. Joad slides in behind him just as the ref looks back at the action to drop for a count.

1...2...KICK OUT!!!

Zach Davis: Again, The Cartel cannot keep Steeltoe Joe down for the 3 count!

Freddy Whoa: He is a man possessed! Like I said before.

ICE: You know, no one listens to you Freddy, right?
Gravedigger: OH Yeah, thanks for the helpful tip ICE.

Meanwhile James is tagged in and him and Joad drop a pair of sharp elbows into the sternum of The People’s Champion before Chaz goes for the pin chance.

1...2....KICK OUT!!!

The fans in the arena begin to get to their feet as The Cartel begin to dance around the ring like soon to be winners.

Zach Davis: Look at these fans get to their feet in support of their champion!

ICE: I can tell they love me Zach, but thanks for pointing it out for the people at home.

Freddy Whoa: I think Zach was talking about Joe, ICE.

While Joe is continued to be beaten down in the ring the ref takes control and makes one of the two tag out and that is when Adam Young comes back into the ring.


Freddy Whoa: Whoa. That was sudden.

Gravedigger: What a tricky move there by the sneaky handed Joe.

Joe and Adam Young are both standing, eye to eye in the ring while a tension runs through the entire arena of people.

ICE: Here comes Adam punching!!

Zach Davis: Here comes Steeltoe punching back!!!

Freddy Whoa: STJ ducks under a shot and takes time to knock James and Joad to the ground with a pair of massive right hands...the man is on fire.

Gravedigger: I have seen him be the flame before...only to burn out in the end.

STJ begins to wail on Adam, before grabbing him...

ICE: This is going to be bad for Adam Young.

But Adam is quick to reverse the situation for he is in control.

Zach Davis: Here comes the Baptism!!

But Steeltoe throws Adam off him and like a beast on a mission throws him to the mat before grabbing him again and quickly planting him with the Baptism after all.





Zach Davis: The rest of the Cartel tries to stop the pin, but not in time.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a match...and now Steeltoe is the Number One Contender!!!

ICE: Don’t you mean the next frozen victim of the ICE Age?

Zach Davis: No, he doesn’t ICE, he means your next major concern.

ICE Beckman and Steeltoe get locked in a death stare as the fans in the arena feel the buzz charge in the atmosphere of intensity in the air.

Gravedigger: Both these guys seem ready for another fight.

Freddy Whoa: Whoa.

Tag Team Titles Match
The Poondock Saints vs The Vapor Kings

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 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.


Bolts whipping that flag into a frenzy to accommodate the patriotic legions in attendance.

Zach Davis: Godfatherdamn, I'm proud to be a Poon Guinean.

Freddy Whoa: Me too, Zach. Me too. Ain't no Poon Guineans ever held my ancestors as slaves. Just smashed that molten nigress poon, and that's alright with me. Hell, I do the same Godfatherdamn thang. Not with my ancestors, but you catch my drift.

Zach Davis: Yeah I do, Freddy. Yeah I do, and I wish I was as thick as you.

Freddy Whoa: Someday, Zach. Someday you will be. Sorry-- that was a lie.

Gravedigger: You guys done? Did somebody pay you to read all of those exact words?

Zach Davis: Something like that!


The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Kanye West & Jay-Z plays over the PA. A pink strobe light flashes rapidly throughout the arena-- pink lasers swirl around the entranceway and eventually converge into a big pink spotlight, as Buddy Roman steps out from behind the curtain, followed by "The Mack" Steve Orbit. Orbit's wearing a long mink over his ring gear, which consists of alligator skin wrestling shorts and matching boots. He's also got his pink hat with a feather, a thick gold chain with a diamond-coated Jesus peice, and a jewel encrusted cane. Buddy and Orbit embrace in a hug, before Orbit struts towards the ring, followed by Roman, ignoring the boos from the crowd. At ringside, he removes his hat and coat, and kisses the cross on his chain before handing it to Buddy Roman. Upon entering the ring, he climbs one of the turnbuckles and gyrates his hips. "OR-BIT SUCKS" chants can be heard throughout the arena. He climbs down from the turnbuckle and strategizes with Roman in the corner, waiting for the match to start.

Gravedigger: Here are the Tag Team Champions. The Vapor Kings. The most dominant force in WCF since MS-13.

Freddy Whoa: You even like Steve Orbit, Gravedigger?

Gravedigger: Why wouldn't I?

Freddy Whoa: Well word on the street is that you hate-

Zach Davis: Anyway! This match is about to start.

Orbit and McMorris stand in the middle of the ring, not intimidated. Kaz Mazy and Bobby Cairo march toward them and look intently at their opponents. McMorris and Orbit raise the Tag Team Titles in the air, taunting the Saints.

Freddy Whoa: Really though, the Vapor Kings are on a roll to say the least. Steve Orbit is a double Champion and defeated Jonny Fly at One... Orbit may not be the World Champion but this has to be a high point in his career.

Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy is coming off a One victory of his own, but Bobby Cairo on the other hand... Cairo failed to regain the World Championship and was unable to defeat the Vapor King at One. That loss will either fuel him here or distract him and be his downfall.

Cairo and Mazy are ready to fight! They each fire off lefts and rights at the Vapor Kings, who immediately drop the Tag Titles, getting their arms up to go on the defensive.

Gravedigger: Boo! Classless, honorless act of violence from the Poondock Saints.

Freddy Whoa: Earlier in the night you were all about breaking the rules. But when the Poondock Saints do it, it's bad?

Gravedigger: It just goes to show you that you have to take short cuts to have any chance of beating the Vapor Kings, clearly. The Saints know they don't have what it takes.

McMorris and Orbit are sent reeling. Mazy and Cairo whip McMorris and Orbit across the ring and each Saint executes a Back Bodydrop as the Champs come back. The Champions get to their feet and Cairo and Mazy hit Dropkicks to their respective opponents now!

Zach Davis: The Poondock Saints are perfectly in sync, Freddy! That's for sure!

Both McMorris and Orbit roll out of the ring to collect themselves. The Saints won't let up - they run towards the ropes and dive through them!

Gravedigger: YEAH! The Kings move out of the way!

Mazy and Cairo both crash into the metal guardrail, headfirst. McMorris and Orbit grab Cairo and pick him up, throwing him into the ringpost, where Cairo again hits his head before falling to the ground. Next the Kings roll Mazy into the ring before climbing in and stomping away at him.

Freddy Whoa: We saw Beckman target Cairo's head at One, and the Vapor Kings have done the same tonight. Now they have Mazy alone.

The Kings pick Mazy up and execute a Double Suplex before Orbit floats over and goes for a pin.



No! Mazy kicks out.

Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy has yet to taste gold here in WCF and he doesn't want to lose his chance!

Finally the referee forces one of the Kings to leave the ring. McMorris does, leaving Orbit alone with Mazy. The bell finally rings. Orbit stomps Mazy several times before letting Mazy work his way up. Once Mazy is to a vertical base, Orbit runs at him and takes him down with a Bulldog! He then tags in McMorris.

Gravedigger: We can expect lots of quick tags from the Champions. That's why they're the best.

McMorris comes in and cockily stomps at Mazy who is trying to get up. Cairo has shaken off the cobwebs and is on the apron, awaiting a tag. McMorris turns towards him and decks him out of nowhere.

Freddy Whoa: Cheap shot!

Cairo drops down and McMorris turns back to Mazy, who is finally up. Mazy runs at McMorris and goes for a Dropsault but McMorris sidesteps him, and as Mazy gets back up McMorris pokes him in the eye before taking him down with a huge Big Boot!

Zach Davis: Adding insult to injury with that eye poke! Vicious Big Boot to follow it up!

McMorris tags Orbit back in. Orbit Springboards over the top and drops an elbow onto Mazy. He gets up, runs and Springboards and hits a Moonsault. He doesn't go for a pin; instead he turns towards Cairo and takes another cheapshot!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Cairo saw it coming and ducks it!

Cairo then grabs Orbit's head and drops down, snapping Orbit's jaw onto the top rope. Orbit is sent reeling and into a Hurricanrana into pin by Kaz Mazy!



NO!, McMorris breaks it up!

Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings' dastardly tactics almost cost them the Championships!

Mazy works his way up but Orbit is up just as quickly. Orbit rakes Mazy's eye before hitting a Snapmare followed by a stiff kick to the spine. Orbit tags McMorris back into the match.

Gravedigger: Told you so; lots of quick tags. Best tag team in the business today.

McMorris comes in and runs at Mazy, hitting a Senton Splash. He goes for a pin.



No!, the crowd roars as Cairo breaks it up! The referee admonishes Cairo and tells him to leave. As he's doing so McMorris is able to hit Mazy with a Low Blow.

Freddy Whoa: Oh come on.

McMorris grins as he yells to the ref to pay attention and goes for another pin attempt. The ref turns as Cairo begrudgingly gets back onto the apron.



No!, Mazy kicks out! McMorris gets up and stomps him before tagging in Orbit.

Zach Davis: Mazy NEEDS to make the tag here. The Vapor Kings are just taking him apart.

Orbit enters the ring and he and McMorris execute another Double Suplex. Orbit waits for Mazy to work his way up... Scissor Kick!

Freddy Whoa: NO! MAZY AVOIDS IT!

Mazy gets to a vertical base as the crowd roars! Orbit turns right into a Dropsault by Mazy!

Gravedigger: NO! No!

Orbit stumbles back and into the ropes, Mazy grabs him and twists his arms...


NO! Orbit shoves Mazy off and towards Zombie McMorris. McMorris punches Mazy as he flies into him. Mazy turns and Orbit executes a T-Bone Suplex!

Freddy Whoa: Perfectly executed! And Orbit goes for another pin.




Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy has taken a hell of a beating but he won't give up!

Orbit won't give up either. He grabs Mazy and puts him in a Sleeper.

Gravedigger: That's right, Orbit. Slow it down, make Mazy fight at your pace. Put 'em out of his misery.

The crowd begins chanting.


Mazy reaches his arm towards the heavens, fighting out of the Sleeper! He works his way up and elbows out of it!, much to McMorris' chagrin from the apron. Mazy escapes and runs to the ropes, Springboards...


Mazy stumbles away and tags in Bobby Cairo!


Bobby Cairo enters the ring as Steve Orbit stumbles up. Cairo runs at him and hits a Yakuza Kick! McMorris throws the rulebook out the window yet again and enters the match, running at Cairo. Cairo grabs him and executes a Belly to Belly Suplex!, sending McMorris right out of the ring!


Orbit is up again and Cairo drops him!

Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!

Gravedigger: NO!

Orbit pushes him away! Cairo stops short and turns-

Freddy Whoa: PIMP SLAP!

STEVE ORBIT PIMP SLAPS BOBBY CAIRO! Cairo doesn't go down but Orbit rolls him up in a schoolboy pin!



NO!, Cairo kicks out!

Both men get to their feet and Cairo, head of steam, runs at Orbit. Orbit drops him with a Spinebuster! Both men lay on the mat, Orbit catching his breath.

Gravedigger: These fans thought that once Bobby Cairo got into this match, it'd be over. But they're underestimating Steve Orbit. This man just DEFEATED JONNY FLY AT ONE. No amount of fan response or momentum from the Saints is going to take down the Tag Team Champions.

Both men stumble to their feet and begin trading blows. Cairo is a bit fresher and gets the advantage, sending Orbit reeling. He throws Orbit to the ropes but Orbit reverses it, sending Cairo flying instead. Cairo hits the ropes and jumps, Springboarding, and goes for a Dropkick!, Orbit was thinking Dropkick too and the two men Dropkick at the same time!

Zach Davis: New twist on an old spot!

Both men get to their feet and Cairo takes Orbit to the mat with a Headlock Takedown. Orbit gets back to his feet and kicks Cairo; Cairo grabs his leg and executes a Dragonscrew Legwhip.

Gravedigger: Cairo attempting to permanently injure the leg of Steve Orbit. What an evil, malicious man.

Freddy Whoa: ...what? He just hit a wrestling move!

Cairo grabs Orbit's legs and goes to twist him for a Texas Cloverleaf, but Orbit kicks him away. Orbit gets to his feet and Cairo runs at him, floats over and hits a DDT!

Zach Davis: We're witnessing a battle between two World Championship calibur athletes, guys. Orbit's head spiked into the mat!

Cairo pins Orbit, hooking the leg!



NO! Orbit kicks out!

Gravedigger: YEAH!

Cairo gets up and tags in Mazy, who climbs to the top as Orbit stumbles up...

Freddy Whoa: Here it comes...

Mazy flies off the top with a Crossbody as Cairo runs at Orbit and hits the Backstabber!







Freddy Whoa: Is THAT what you're calling it now?

McMorris begins brawling with Cairo as Orbit is up and brawls with Mazy!

Zach Davis: All hell has broken loose in this Tag Team Championship contest!

McMorris is able to kick Cairo in the gut, doubling him over and lifting him up... CORKSCREW TOMBSTONE!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Gravedigger: AMAZING.

Cairo rolls out of the ring as McMorris turns his attention towards Mazy. Orbit kicks Mazy, doubling him over... grabs his head...

Zach Davis: ORBITAL DDT!


NO!, Mazy ducks the Boot Party and rolls McMorris up!




Freddy Whoa: SO CLOSE! If it wasn't for Orbit he may've had McMorris thanks to the element of surprise!

Cairo is back in the ring and runs at McMorris, Clotheslining him and sending both men flying out!

Zach Davis: Cairo back in and right back out!

Orbit and Mazy are both up. Mazy ducks a Lariat attempt from Orbit and catches him...



The crowd is on their feet as Mazy climbs to the top.

Gravedigger: Come on, Orbit!

Freddy Whoa: Kaz Mazy is able to put this one away! He has the Cold Sun and the Why Won't Can't Let Me?!, and he's gonna go for one of them!

Mazy is up top. He looks around for a moment before flying off...

Zach Davis: COLD SUN!


Gravedigger: Yes!


Gravedigger: YES!





Gravedigger: WHAT?!

The bell sounds.


Mazy's music starts playing as Orbit sits up, his eyes wide.


The referee grabs the Tag Team Titles and hands one to Mazy. Bobby Cairo enters the ring and takes his Tag Team Championship as well.

Gravedigger: What awful officiating. Unbelievable. I didn't want my first show as commentator to end this way.

Zach Davis: This isn't about you, Gravedigger! Shut up.

Gravedigger: Don't bring Logan into this.

Orbit rolls out of the ring as Cairo helps Mazy up. The two embrace briefly before both raise their newly won Tag Team Championships high into the air.

Freddy Whoa: The Poondock Saints have done it. Unbelievable!

Each Saint climbs an opposite turnbuckle and raises his belt high into the air.

Zach Davis: The Vapor Kings have been taken down a peg... but only a peg. ICE Beckman is still the World Champion.

Freddy Whoa: But he's got Armageddon, Inc. gunning for him! Is this the first chink in the Vapor King armor?

Gravedigger: No. A temporary setback, and a fluke. Goodnight, WCF fans.

Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Dr. Psycho vs Stuart Slane vs The Ultimate Destroyer

Scarecrow Segment

Warpath Segment

Jackson White/Demetrius Jones/Dune vs Caleb Collins/Wolverina/Warpath

Marc Mayhem/Justin Cash vs Oblivion/Johnny Reb

Joey Flash/Occulo Segment

People's Title Contendership Match: Scarecrow vs Occulo vs Roy Speede

Television Title Match: Seifer Black vs Joey Flash

Dan Van Slade vs Maelstrom

Jayson Price vs The Polar Phantasm

World Title Contendership Match: Steeltoe Joe vs The Cartel

Tag Team Titles Match: The Poondock Saints vs The Vapor Kings


Of The Week

The Poondock Saints
Poondock Saints vs The Vapor Kings



ICE Beckman
Steve Orbit
Joey Flash
United States:
Deuce Murdock
Johnny Reb
Jayson Price
Tag Team:
The Vapor Kings