"Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits the PA.
Freddy Whoa: AWWW SHIT!
Gravedigger: Don't you mean "whoa"?
Zach Davis: This is it! The rumors are true! But who is the new Panthoen? Is Jonny Fly back? Jeff Purse? KID PHANTASM?!
The crowd is on their feet in anticipation... when Tyler "T-Pain" Walker and biohazard appear on the stage. They throw up their Pantheon gang signs, which don't actually exist, but they think it looks cool. They have the replica tag team belts.
Gravedigger: Give me a break. No way. No way did Corey Black have to stoop this low to reform Pantheon.
BioWalker make their way to the ring and grab a mic. T-Pain speaks first as the music cuts.
Tyler Walker: thats right hoes the T-Pain walker and b-hazard are here and when we speak thats when you listen.
crowd boos and biohazard threatens to ooze the front row
Tyler Walker: Look we are just messing around and having a good time. thats what biowalker does we mess around with each other. and have a good time with each other.
Tyler pats b-haz on the ass
Tyler Walker: but seriously on the real tip my dogs. I just want to save corey Blacks some trouble because I know he is making parthenon reunited tonight. you know I was in Panthenon when I was rolling on dubs with Jonny Flys every day in the ghetto. well guess what Blacks I must have missed your phone call Blacks or the invitation got lost in the email, maybe you didnt get my email right its dick lover 69 at yahoo dot com.
the crowd thinks thats weird
Tyler Walker: no its the only name they had left available when I signed up. dont worry about it FAGS I'll come out there and beat every one of your ass and put my fist right up your ass til you squeal and you like it and your all like "t-pain put the fist in again and punch my ass hole". get your mind out of the gutter or I put your body in the gutter with the rats bitches. here bio talk to these loser homoes
T-Pain gives the mic to biohazard
biohazard: you know I always hated johnny fly and pantenon!!!! but then I lerrned a valuble life lesson when tyler was gone and was best friends with johnny fly!!! I learned that panteon is ok now that there is no johnny fly and pantheon is great when tyler walker and biohazard are part of pantheon!!!!!! SO COREY BLACK... WE ACCEPT YOUR OFFERS
T-Pain grabs the mic
Tyler Walker: THATS RIGHT THE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS BIO WALKER IS PANTHEON NOW! so you can run and tell that to your momma you fifty cent jerk off artists.
"Mysterious Pantheon Theme" hits once again.
Freddy Whoa: ... No way.
The music cuts. Corey Black appears on the jumbotron to a huge ovation. He's just shaking his head, laughing.
Corey Black: No. Just no.
Black's face fades from the jumbotron. Tyler and biohazard stand in the ring, confused.
Gravedigger: What part of "no" don't you understand, boys?
Freddy Whoa: Well... hopefully that wasn't the Pantheon reunion we've been hearing about all week.
Gravedigger: Might as well be. Bunch of pretty boys. Pantheon sucks anyway.
Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai plays and Slam is on the air!
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam! I'm Zach Davis, here with Freddy Whoa and Gravedigger.
Freddy Whoa: We're coming off of a huge Timebomb, heading towards an Explosion, and-
The crowd reacts, cutting Freddy off. As Drunk and Crazy continues playing, Seth Lerch heads out from the back. He's wearing an all black tuxedo and doing his best to look serious, despite having a bottle in his hand.
Gravedigger: No Master of Puppets tonight?
Seth is carrying a bottle of his favorite liquor, Bicardi 151. Unusual for him, it's actually full. And also unusual for him, he's actually sober. The ring is covered in a black carpet, and contains.. a black coffin.
Zach Davis: Before the show starts, we announcers have been talking about what this coffin could be about. I guess we're going to find out now.
Gravedigger: No shit.
Seth slides in as Drunk and Crazy continues playing. He opens up the bottle of 151.. and takes a chug, drinking it straight.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Seth smiles as he takes the bottle off his lips. He recaps it, sets it down, and grabs a mic.
Seth Lerch: Welcome.. to the end.. of the ICE Age.
The crowd boos!
Zach Davis: Is THAT what this is about!?
Seth Lerch: As such, this, tonight, is a funeral. A funeral not just for ICE Beckman, but a funeral for the ICE Age.
Seth Lerch: For a long time I was known as the resident drunk around here. Then Jayson Price came around and tried to steal my thunder, but no. I outdrank him. I proved to be a bigger drunken asshole than even he is. Jayson, all those matches I interfered in last month? I DON'T EVEN FUCKING REMEMBER. I was piss-ass drunk!
Seth picks up his 151 and takes another swig.
Seth Lerch: And then... ICE Beckman came on the scene. A cheap wrestler named after a cheap beer. And somehow he was able to get to the top of the mountain.
The crowd begins to chant.
Crowd: ICE! ICE! ICE! ICE!
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: And like every other flash in the pan in WCF, ICE Beckman thought he was the real deal. He thought he was hot shit. Just like men such as JJ Biggs, Jay Williams, FPV, Nathan von Liebert and Waylon Cash... ICE Beckman thought that he was ushering in an era.
Seth looks straight into the camera.
Seth Lerch: But he wasn't.
The fans boo!
Seth Lerch: At Timebomb, ICE Beckman proved he's exactly who I've always known he was. He's not as good of a wrestler as the best of the best, and he's not as good of a drinker as I am. At Timebomb, ICE Beckman proved he's nothing better than second best... at best.
The fans boo for a brief second - UNTIL FEEL GOOD INC. BY THE GORILLAZ HITS!
Zach Davis: HERE WE GO!
Freddy Whoa: HERE COMES NATURAL ICE BECKMAN!
ICE Beckman walks out onto stage, his eyes ringed with darkness, his glare stuck on the ring, his grip on the mic in his hands tight enough to dent the handle. The fans are on the edge of their seats waiting for the former World Champion to speak.
ICE Beckman: I have never been a man to focus on the past...it is what it is and the future is the only thing that matters...but Seth you tainted that philosophy last Sunday.
ICE begins to walk towards the ring as Seth users a few security members into the ring as his back-up.
ICE Beckman: Yet while you have tainted my philosophy...you didn’t destroy it...no, rather you gave fuel to the fire. Father Roman speaks of the power of hate...hate feeds the Vapor Kings; hence I say, thanks to you Seth, I am Full.
The fans cheer ICE’s words, for they ring of hate, they ring passion. ICE climbs the steps and takes his time to get into the ring as the buzz of energy from the people in attendance seems to spread through-out the people.
Zach Davis: You know a lot of people find ICE to be a funny man.
Freddy Whoa: But not tonight, I think comedy is the farthest thing from the former champ’s mind right now for sure.
Gravedigger: Who can blame the man...I mean what other World Champion that had ICE’s run at the top lost it by not even being pinned?
ICE walks over to Seth. Seth holds his ground, for being the WCF Boss means dealing with pissed off assholes, even ones as pissed off as ICE right now. ICE brings the mic back up to his stern face.
ICE Beckman: You talk about drinking like that is what defines a man Seth. Which is funny to me...for I drink for fun, hell life is a shit show, might as while be shit faced in order to deal with it...but my drinking doesn’t define who I am; for I am funny, creative, tough, intense, unpredictable, interesting....oh and I am a better drunk than you.
ICE takes the bottle of 151 from Seth and chugs what remains of the bottle as the fans cheer him along.
Zach Davis: Holy cow, ICE is going for it!!
Gravedigger: Of course he is; what better way to deal with a shit situation but to get fucked up?
Freddy Whoa: What about facing your problems with a positive attitude?
Gravedigger: Damn Freddy, you are such a nerd.
ICE Beckman finishes off the bottle, stumbles back a bit, but finds his drunken feet before handing the bottle back over to Seth, whose face is a mix of shock and frustration.
ICE Beckman: Here you go...Boss.
Seth Lerch: You think you win this little drinking contest ICE?
ICE burps in the face of Seth.
ICE Beckman: Fucking shit, I know I did.
Seth Lerch: Well smile all you want, for you win this stupid game, but that doesn’t matter for in the end I am the true drinker of the WCF, and I am the true boss, while you ICE are nothing more than a title lacking hack whose luck streak finally ran out.
ICE Beckman: REALLY?!! Really SETH!? Tell me did I get Pinned!!! DID I GET PINNED TO TAKE MY WORLD TITLE?!!
ICE turns his back on Seth as he speaks to the crowd.
ICE Beckman: Seth seems a little tongue tied tonight People...so please WCF fans tell Seth the right answer to this question...DID I FUCKING GET PINNED AT TIMEBOMB?
ICE Beckman: Oh but add a little flare people...more like...FUCK NO....FUCK NO!!
Crowd: FUCK NO!!! (clap clap clap) FUCK NO!!! (clap clap clap)
ICE Beckman: See, Seth, even they-
ICE turns back to face Seth with his trademark smile when Seth answers his expression with the empty bottle of 151 to the head of Natural ICE Beckman!!
Zach Davis: HOLY CRAP!!! ICE BECKMAN IS DOWN!!
Gravedigger: Seth is a True Drunk!! What a crazy man!!
Freddy Whoa: But he gets the results he wants...doesn’t he?
Seth begins to smile as ICE begins to try and stir to his face.
Seth Lerch: What is the problem ICE? Drinking got you down? Haha...or maybe it is the DEATH OF THE ICE AGE?
Seth motions for the coffin to be lead to the ring.
Zach Davis: What is this? Is this Seth’s big plan? To put ICE in that coffin, to truly end the career of Natural ICE Beckman?
A group of security men begin to roll the coffin ringside.
Gravedigger: That group of thugs; that is his plan.
ICE Beckman begins to use the ropes to get to his feet, as blood begins to rain down his face like a red waterfall. ICE finally stands on his own and despite the crimson mask he looks at his boss with hate in order to speak these simple words.
ICE Beckman: Fuck...YOU!!!
The crowd goes nuts.
Seth Lerch: No ICE, haven’t you noticed, the ICE AGE is dead...meaning...Fuck YOU and fuck it!!!
The wave of security guards swam over ICE Beckman with series of deliberate strikes and blows that bring ICE Beckman to the mat. ICE tries to fight back but loses the numbers game as the guards stomp him like they are putting out a fire.
Gravedigger: What the hell is this? Seth using others to do his dirty work?!!
Freddy Whoa: I hate to say this, but whoa using others is sort of Seth’s thing, right?
Zach Davis: I would agree, but I really like my job and my paycheck.
As they crew of Seth’s henchmen begin to drag ICE towards the open coffin Seth finds his courage and one last great thought.
Seth Lerch: You can’t beat ME, ICE, you can’t beat Bobby or Kaz... Fuck, ICE, I am ready to gamble not only is the ICE AGE dead... BUT YOU ARE!!!
The crew of security rolls ICE into the open coffin and slams the door down to the displeasure of the fans.
Seth Lerch: Why are you idiots all booing?! You should be cheering me... don’t you see, I just gave you back your WCF!!! I Killed the ICE AGE!!! I made this place interesting again... for ICE BECKMAN IS NO LONGER!!!
Zach Davis: What is going on here?
Gravedigger: Well, as an expert. I think Seth is ready to find ICE a grave forever...and by the redness of his face, I think he means it.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa...what is going to happen here tonight? ICE is in a coffin?
Gravedigger: Don’t let Cairo know, he will be the first man to throw the dirt onto his grave!
Kyle Steel enters the ring as the bell rings twice. He steps to the center of the ring and begins to announce the match.
Zach Davis: That sound means it is time for the next match. We are going to see the debut of three men that will try to do their best to make a statement here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Hopefully we will see something interesting here. But we definitely will be seeing some great matches later on.
Gravedigger: Can't wait to see what these three guys have to offer WCF.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first, from Glasgow, Scotland. Weighing in at 245 pounds and standing 6'0". He is Collin "The Grado" McGowan!
The arena lights fade down as two purple lights hit the entrance threw the smoke as "Like a prayer" by DJ Redbi starts playing. Out steps Collin "The Grado" McGowan with his backwards ball cap and fanny pack on. He starts clapping his hands getting the crowd going.
Crowd: Grado! Grado!
He starts dancing around the entranceway and then all of a sudden Adam Young steps out and slaps him in the back of the head. Adam begins yelling at him and then walks towards the ringside area to have a seat at the time keepers table. Collin picks up his ball cap and starts dancing again down the aisle. He circles the ring high fiveing the fans and having a good time. He slides into the ring and climbs up to the second rope where he takes off his fanny pack and throws his ball cap into the crowd.
Gravedigger: What's this guy wearing a fanny pack on? What's this supposed to be exactly?
Crowd: Grado! Grado!
Zach Davis: The fans seem to enjoy themselves.
Gravedigger: I don't get it...
Zach Davis: Well, you know what they say about judging a book by its co--
Gravedigger: Don't finish that.
Kyle Steel: And his first opponent, from Concord, New Hampshire! Weighing in at 198 pounds and standing 5'11". He is the New Hampshire Cheetah, the Wrighteous One! Garrett Wright!
The lights get brighter, as "Elastic Heart" by Sia blares around the arena. The fans start to cheer a little. The titantron shows a 10 second film of a cheetah chasing a gazelle. The film stops, and the lights dim. A spotlight turns to the stage, where Garrett shows up and raises his arm with an applause. The lights turn back on, as Garrett walks to the ring, high-fiving fans. He steps on the steel steps, and enters the ring from the second rope. He raises his arm again. He sits on the second rope, waiting for his next opponent to enter the ring.
Gravedigger: I think Wright is having the same impression about Grado as I am, guys.
Zach Davis: Wright and Grado definitely looking each other over and probably trying to guess weaknesses.
Freddy Whoa: We'll know some sort of weaknesses in this match. Tonight we'll probably see some first match jitters.
Gravedigger: Probably. Go figure, huh? But looks are deceiving. Who knows we may just be impressed with these guys before the match is over.
At that moment the lights in the arena start going into overdrive as “Been There Done That” by Dr. Dre plays through the speakers. When the vocals kick in, a cloud of fog emerges from both sides of the ramp, as Donovan Sharp walks out menacingly from the back and starts making his way to the ring.
Gravedigger: Oh my!
Zach Davis: Look at the size of this guy Donovan Sharp! The fans already letting this new comer know what they think of him.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent, standing 6'11" he is from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 325 pounds, he is the Black Attack… Donovan Sharp!
His eyes glancing around the arena and the heavily booing crowd, Sharp walks slowly towards the center of the ring. He raises both hands and flips the double-finger salute with an ugly sneer, inciting the fans even further. The big man then casually turns away and retreats back to his corner, fully intent on warming up for the match.
Before the referee can even call for the bell, Garrett Wright charges across the ring and attacks Sharp. Kyle Steel quickly exits the ring and as Wright hits a few hard fast punches to the chest of Sharp, McGowan is not far behind him. The two try to pummel Sharp in the corner, but Sharp finally pushes them off as Garrett Wright hits the mat and Grado is thrown off balance. Sharp explodes out of the corner with a huge left arm lariat to Grado flipped him inside out.
Zach Davis: Massive lariat out of the corner! Wow! What power!
Freddy Whoa: This is interesting already. Grado and Wright can't match this guy's power together and that may be a big factor in this match.
Gravedigger: Got to admit. I love watching that. Big men showing their power. That is impressive. Just not so much when it's two guys about half your size.
Zach Davis: Grado alone is giving almost 100 pounds advantage to Sharp, and Wright will have to figure out how to take this big man off his feet with speed and high impact air assaults. We'll see what happens...
As Sharp stands above Grado he sees Wright getting to his feet. Wright scrambles to the corner as the big man pursues him. Wright cuts Sharp short with a kick to the gut, then follows with a series of kicks to the left leg. The big man is stunned for a moment as Grado is getting to his feet slowly. Sharp goes to clobber Wright with a huge right overhand chop, but Wright drops and crawls under Sharp's legs to avoid the shot. He hops back to his feet as Grado charges Sharp in the corner from behind with a hard blow to the back. Sharp slowly turns around to face Grado as the blow hardly fazes him. Grado backs away and as Sharp's focus is on him, he doesn't notice Wright running in from the side.
Zach Davis: These two seem to be working together which is good. They just might have a chance if they can catch this big man off balance. Wright's speed is doing that! BIG DROP KICK!!!
Freddy Whoa: Oh that rocked Donovan Sharp!
Gravedigger: The Black Attack just received a Wrighteous Attack! Heheh..
Freddy Whoa: Did you just...say Wrighteous attack?
Gravedigger: Sure as hell did.
Zach Davis: That drop kick didn't take Sharp off his feet, but he definitely feels that.
Freddy Whoa: Grado! What's he doing? Grado is actually dancing! He's dancing in the center of the ring during the match?
Zach Davis: At least this young man enjoys his fair share of fun.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but if he keeps dancing, he's going to lose focus on what really matters and that's getting that victory here.
Sharp looks at Grado dancing. Wright sees that his drop kick didn't take Sharp down and runs to the ropes and bounces off and hits Grado with an inverted reverse hurricanrana. Grado's hits the mat head first. Grado's momentum brings him back up to his feet almost immediately, but he falls face down to the mat dazed. The fans cheer as they are impressed with the move.
Garrett Wright: I won't stop till everything is Wrighteous!
Wright turns to find that Donovan Sharp is right behind him. He can't react in time as Sharp starts a variety of boxing blows to the the ribs and sternum, and finishing with a few left jabs and a hard right hook. Wright is wobbling as Sharp kicks him in the mid-section, and sets him up.
Zach Davis: Looks like he's going to power bomb him. Goes up!
Freddy Whoa: Oh, what a powerbomb!
Zach Davis: He's not done yet! There's a second!
Sharp lifts Wright for a third time, but Wright starts clubbing away at the top of Sharp's head. Sharp is forced to let go as Wright lands on his feet. He goes for a kick, but Sharp catches it. Grado is getting up and he looks behind him to see Wright's leg trapped in the clutches of Sharp. Sharp lifts Wright and hits a spine buster. Wright lays there with his hands sprawled out to the sides.
Zach Davis: Sh--
Freddy Whoa: It was a huge spine buster! What a impact!
Gravedigger: This guy's power is pretty impressive. Like him or hate him, mostly hate him, but man what a move.
Zach Davis: What will it take to beat Donovan Sharp?
As Sharp mocks the crowd Grado goes for the cover.
Gravedigger: Grado may steal one here!
Zach Davis: Oh man! Wright kicks out at the last second. I don't know if Donovan Sharp realizes it yet, but he could have lost this match.
Gravedigger: Only takes three seconds of gloating about yourself to lose a match or make a huge mistake. Maybe he'll take that into consideration from now on...
Zach Davis: I can't believe that Wright kicked out of that. He appeared to be out cold.
Freddy Whoa: Just instinct. Instinct to survive coming into play and that may be what Wright needs in order to come through in one piece if he keeps taking that kind of punishment from Sharp.
Sharp grabs Grado and pulls him to his feet. He turns him around and no matter how much Grado resists, Sharp still manhandles him and hits a huge back breaker. Grado rolls on the mat holding his back and kicks his feet in pain. Sharp grabs Wright around the head and straps on a full nelson lock.
Zach Davis: Full nelson applied! WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: Not a full nelson submission! A Full Nelson full impact slam! That's gotta feel just wonderful!
Freddy Whoa: I never want to experience that!
Gravedigger: Oh you'd love it Freddy. Put some hair around your balls and keep 'em warm for ya.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Donovan Sharp continues to go to work on the young Garrett Wright here. And guys that's way too much information...
Gravedigger: What just giving the guy some advice. Sue me...
Zach Davis: Hardly...
Sharp picks Wright up and carries him into the corner. He steps back, flips off the crowd and charges in with a huge big boot to Wright that catches him right in the nose.
Freddy Whoa: Dayum.
Wright stumbles out from the corner and Sharp is ready. He lifts him up...
Freddy Whoa: BLACK POWER!!!
Gravedigger: I hate it.
Sharp goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: Donovan Sharp wins his debut match!
The bell sounds as Sharp stands up, victorious. The crowd begins to boo.
Freddy Whoa: If he can build on this momentum we can expect great things from this young man.
The lights dim as a lone spotlight clicks on at the top of the ramp and out from the back to raucous boos walks the Television Champion Joey Flash.
Zach Davis: Again?! Does this guy ever stop?
Gravedigger: Do you ever shut the fuck up, hey Zach, shut the fuck up.
Joey stands for a moment and soaks in the atmosphere.
Joey Flash: I’m out here this evening folks for one reason; the reason has been slammed home in your faces, in the boys in the back’s faces and it’s probably the reason half of you crawled from your hovels to come here tonight.
Joey Flash: Pantheon.
Joey Flash: Yes, Pantheon-
Crowd cheers even louder.
Joey Flash: Let’s get this straight right now; Corey Black and Jayson Price suck a dick. Pantheon is dead and gone, get over it. Your time has run out in relevancy here, you’ve been surpassed and put to the back burner by superior talents. It makes me sick, like almost physically to see the pair of you jokers hanging on to your past glories here by using the name of a decrepit shell of a stable that let’s face it, wasn’t much to begin with. It’s interesting, this has been a big talking point for the past month or so, who is going to be the new Pantheon, who will it be?! I’ve had people even asking me on the street if I was going to be part, I laughed after I beat the shit out them just for being so ridiculous.
Joey Flash: Why would anyone of worth want to attach their name to such shit? What you’re doing now is like Axl Rose collecting a whole different group of musicians and calling em Guns n Roses. Who’s it gonna be guys? Is it going to be Occulo? Is it gonna be Scarecrow, maybe Dune? Or are you going to waste everyone’s time with Stryker and Reb? Maybe you’ll pull a rabbit out the hat and it’ll be to everyone’s surprise the two biggest fucksticks Fly and Orbit coming back to save the day! Who will it be? Who fucking cares.
I’m performing tonight, so the fact that the main billing is the reformation of the dullest collection of faggots in the entire federation makes me shake my head in amazement. Fuck Pantheon, fuck everyone associated with them, even remotely, fuck anyone who supports them and fuck me for being stupid enough to think that the fuckin thing was long dead.
I told the Vapor Kings the same thing when I arrived, and I’m telling you spastics now that it doesn’t matter, there can be a billion of you and it wouldn’t equal my talent. If I want your heads on a platter I will collect, so do the wise thing, stay in the background, shut the fuck up and just slink back into obscurity. Before I put you there for good.
Joey sneers as he drops the mic, flips off the crowd to massive boos and heckles and heads to the back.
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
Kyle Steel is in the ring as the next match is about to begin. The fans know that every match they'll be seeing will get better and better as the night goes on. They can hardly wait.
Zach Davis: Man, listen to these fans going wild already here tonight. They know tonight will be one hell of a show.
Gravedigger: Eh, maybe we won't be too bored.
Freddy Whoa: Sarcasm, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: Bet your ass, this is going to one hell of a night. I mean, first Slam since Time Bomb! Think...we got two men going head to head later on without a loss in their record. We just saw an interesting battle between three new comers.
Zach Davis: It can be hard to tell how good a man or woman can be in the ring when you got a triple threat match going on. It's more about making the best of every opportunity you have--
Gravedigger: Yeah, whole lotta luck. Hard to break a pin fall or submission when you're out on your back. You're not really the one beat down and made to look bad, but the deal is that you lose the match even without being beaten.
Freddy Whoa: Never easy to lose when you aren't the one that really gets beat.
Gravedigger: We're about to see a man that knows all about that. Gemini Battle.
Zach Davis: That's right. And Kyle Steel is in the ring and I guess waiting on us to shut up.
Gravedigger: Like to see him try to shut me up.
The camera changes to Kyle Steel.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a triple threat and scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...accompanied by Vanessa...standing 6'1" and weighing in at 195 pounds. Coming from Centereach, New York. He is Gemini Battle!
"Falling Higher" by Helloween plays through the Arena as it goes black with only a spotlight shining at the entrance curtain. A Duo of tattooed men burst through and take a look around. When they think the coast is clear they open the curtain and Vanessa Williams, a beautiful and tall black woman wearing a skin tight red dress, walks through. She motions towards the entrance and Gemini Battle walks through to a series of boos from the crowd. He looks straight forward at the ring ignoring the jeers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini as he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get to his feet and removes his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring as he waits for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent...
"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play as Kenneth "The Duke" Raidon comes out. He gives a good scream from the ring entrance stage and begins his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: From New York City...standing 6'4" and weighing in at 225 pounds...
Kenneth "The Duke" Raidon is slapping high fives with fans and the camera zooms in with him leaning against the barricade with his back so the fans can get into the view of the camera with him.
Kyle Steel: He is Kenneth "The Duke" Raidon!
The Duke takes a look at Vanessa before he gets into the ring. He looks up at Gemini Battle and slowly climbs up the steel steps and stands on the apron ready for anything before he gets into the ring. Gemini Battle gives him a frustrated look and points at him then at Vanessa and shakes his head. Vanessa says something to Gemini Battle and then claps her hands as the Duke enters the ring. The music fades out.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent...from Brooklyn, New York...standing 6'4" and weighing in at 230 pounds. Apparently accompanied by Doc. He is Mikey eXtreme!
As "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to play throughout the arena, the lights dim low. Red lights begin to flash on the stage as Mikey eXtreme slowly walks through the curtain. Making as little eye contact with the crowd as possible and talking to himself/"Doc," he makes his way down the aisle and slides into the ring. He starts to run his hand through his hair, tugging and pulling every so often as he leans and bounces on the ropes. Mikey doesn't pay too much attention to either man as he gets ready for the match to begin. Kyle Steel exits the ring and the referee gets the attention of all three men making sure they are ready before he rings the bell.
Zach Davis: Well about time we're ready for this one to get started.
Freddy Whoa: Let's see how this one pans out.
Mikey eXtreme looks at both men and all three start coming closer together as the bell sounds. Mikey eXtreme goes after Gemini Battle with a flurry of punches. The Duke doing the same thing as Gemini swings at both men trying to fight them off. As he hits the mat he rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope.
Gravedigger: Ha! Already started booing Gemini Battle tonight.
Mikey eXtreme attempts to go after him but the Duke cuts him off with a knife edge chop.
Zach Davis: I never thought I'd see these two teaming up on Battle right away!
Freddy Whoa: And there's another knife edge chop to eXtreme's chest. Man those sound like they hurt!
Gravedigger: Oh that's nothing. Would you like to feel some pain? Here let me show you how those feel Freddy.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think so...
The Duke whips eXtreme into the ropes and tries hitting a running clothesline, but eXtreme ducks underneath. He stops in his tracks and hit The Duke with the shining wizard. Duke staggers toward the ropes where Gemini stands watching the two go. Gemini looks at Duke and points at Vanessa and hits Duke with a huge right hand. He walks around the ring as the referee yells at him to get back in Gemini pays no attention to him and gets up on the apron. Mikey looks like he's talking to Doc for a moment as Gemini gets into the ring.
Zach Davis: Oh, the referee's back was turned as Vanessa slaps the Duke in the face.
Gemini looks over at Vanessa and shakes his head.
Gemini Battle: How many times do I have to tell you, Vanessa?
Freddy Whoa: Battle better keep his attention on Mikey eXtreme! He's going up top!
Gravedigger: You remember the last time he went up? Didn't end so well...
Zach Davis: I do remember...eXtreme off the top rope! Hits the spear! Gemini Battle can't seem to get things going his way just yet!
Freddy Whoa: Told you he needed to focus on eXtreme...
Gravedigger: Yeah well, we got a couple nut jobs in there. There's a lot of those here in the Wrestling Championship Federation. I might just be one of them and probably the better looking of all.
Freddy Whoa: Uh..keep telling yourself that.
Zach Davis: The Duke back to his feet now, eXtreme getting Gemini Battle to his feet. I don't think Mikey realizes the Duke is getting back into this one. Oh double axe handle to the back of Mikey!
Gravedigger: Never turn your back in a triple threat match.
As The Duke continues to pummel on eXtreme, Gemini Battle gets to his feet holding his lower ribs. He watches again as the Duke and eXtreme go at it once more. He leans in the corner enjoying the fight going on as he has hardly had to do anything yet. He mock yawns the Duke gives eXtreme a few high knees in the opposite corner.
Zach Davis: Every time. Gemini Battle sits back...he watches...he calculates.
Freddy Whoa: Counting down the minutes until he strikes.
Gravedigger: I don't think it will be long, looks bored to me, guys.
Gemini Battle goes up behind The Duke as Duke is winding up for a good punch to the head of eXtreme. He grabs the crook of his elbow and delivers three knife edge chops of his own to the Duke's chest. Kicks Duke in the gut...
Zach Davis: DDT! DDT! The cover
Zach Davis: Almost a three count as Mikey breaks it up. Mikey eXtreme stomping at the left leg of Battle, a handful of hair as the referee gives him warning.
Freddy Whoa: Elbow to the gut from Battle. Battle's getting into this match now!
Gravedigger: He's no slouch. He may end up in the laps of some fans here and there, but he's a fighter.
The Duke gets to his feet as he shakes the cob webs out from the DDT he was just served. Battle hits a snap suplex on eXtreme and as he gets to his feet dodges a spear from the Duke.
Zach Davis: Battle gives Duke the old olay! Out of the ring goes Duke. Better watch Vanessa! She's lurking around!
The Duke hits the floor outside the ring hard as Gemini Battle turns around.
Zach Davis: X Marks the Spot!! He hit it!
Freddy Whoa: The cover!
Crowd: Yeah! No....
The referee motions to everyone that it was only a two count.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme about had it!
Gravedigger: That could have been a huge victory for Mikey, guys! Man he looks happy don't he?
Freddy Whoa: Looks scary to me...
Gravedigger: You were born scared Freddy.
Zach Davis: Mikey eXtreme back on Battle here. Lifting him by his head with a handful of hair. Referee giving him some words...
Mikey eXtreme looks over as if Doc's yelling something to him and gives a nod. He gives Battle a few hard rights and knife edge chop, whips Battle across the ring into the ropes. Battle grabs the top rope and stops himself and exits the ring. Duke slides into the ring behind Mikey eXtreme and grabs him by the hair.
Zach Davis: Big reverse DDT! The cover!
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle breaks up the count just in time.
Freddy Whoa: Close call.
Gravedigger: G Battle could have had a deja vu from Timebomb! Can you think of anything that might piss him off more than that tonight?
Freddy Whoa: Maybe The Duke looking Vanessa up and down again?
Gravedigger: Ha! Yeah that could be worse.
Vanessa walks in front of the announcers table and smacks Freddy Whoa in the face.
Vanessa: Keep that mouth of yours shut!
Gravedigger starts cracking up as Vanessa stares a shocked Freddy Whoa in the eyes. Freddy Whoa holds up his hands and signals that he'll zip it shut.
Gravedigger: Better throw away the key, Freddy. Best not to hear your mouth anyways.
Zach Davis: Back in the ring, Gemini Battle with a rakes Duke's eyes. Irishwhip into the corner. Measuring!
Gravedigger: Splash in the corner...Duke staggering...
Zach Davis: Battle runs to the ropes, comes back....SPEAR!
Gravedigger: Oh that hurt! Possibly some internal injuries for Duke?
Zach Davis: That could be...
Vanessa: Yeah! Serves him right! Cover him, baby!
Battle goes for the cover. But before the referee can count eXtreme breaks it up. He starts beating away on Gemini as Duke tries to regroup crawling over to the corner slowly. Mikey rakes the eyes of Battle and Battle holds his face as he staggers toward the ropes. He claws back at air as Mikey eXtreme starts to get close. Mikey eXtreme kicks the back of Gemini, Gemini grabs his back and eXtreme kicks lower this time connecting hard with Battle's left ass cheek.
Gravedigger: Boots to ass cheeks! I've always wanted to say it. Boots to ass cheeks! Boots to ass cheeks! Come on guys join the fun!
The crowd behind the announcers table begins the chant as it flows slowly around the arena.
Crowd: Boots to ass cheeks! Boots to ass cheeks!
Zach Davis: Yes, boots definitely got Gemini's left cheek.
Gemini hearing the crowd chant in agreement to what just took place begins to get enraged. He kicks eXtreme, spits out at the crowd and gives eXtreme a big DDT. The Duke comes from behind, but only gets a rake to his eyes for the effort. As The Duke turns away, Battle grabs the man from behind.
Zach Davis: Reverse DDT? NO! GOD'S PARADOX!!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He hit it!
Gravedigger: Keep it shut Freddy, Vanessa might hear ya...
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle covers...
Zach Davis: No, The Duke lifts his shoulder!
Freddy Whoa: Resilience shown from this young kid!
Gravedigger: That's just going to make the next move from Battle that much more agonizing...
Mikey eXtreme gets to his feet and sees that Battle has his focus on The Duke. He goes to the corner grabbing the top rope and looks out at Doc. He nods and says something and jumps to the top turnbuckle. He screams at Battle and as Battle turns to look he sees Mikey eXtreme flying off the top rope for a cross body. Gemini moves out of the way as Mikey eXtreme hits the mat hard. The Duke crawls and lays his arm over eXtreme.
Zach Davis: Battle breaks the cover!
Gravedigger: Haha! The Duke trying to pull a fast one on Battle to get a victory here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Anything to get a win here tonight. G Battle has had the control pretty much the entire match with a few exceptions.
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle looks angry...and here it comes. Gemini Battle attempts the Victory March..
Gravedigger: Oh look at that torque he's putting into this move!
Zach Davis: The referee checking and the Duke has nowhere to go. Mikey eXtreme is barely moving and has no idea that this is going on as he's trying to regroup!
Freddy Whoa: And The Duke taps!
Zach Davis: The Duke taps out and Gemini Battle wins here tonight! What a way to get the win.
Gravedigger: The Duke isn't going to be very comfortable tonight I'll tell you that. Did you see how Battle wrenched back hard with that Victory March, guys?
The referee calls for the bell and grabs the arm of Gemini Battle as Battle pulls it away. Vanessa enters the ring clapping and flips The Duke off as she celebrates the victory with her man.
Kyle Steel: Winner of this match by result of submission...GEMINI BATTLE!!!
Zach Davis: Fans, later on tonight we have a big Television Championship match up between two men without a loss in their record. Grime a new comer to WCF has earned his shot at the champion Joey Flash!
Freddy Whoa: How well do you think Grime is really going to last? With the footage we have seen this week, Flash has verbally abused Grime's family. Resources tell us that Grime will do anything to hurt anyone who will try to pry into his past. Joey Flash did exactly that.
Zach Davis: Well I think Grime pretty much brought up the past of the Television Champion as well...
Gravedigger: All I'm saying is this got personal real fast. Grime makes his way to the match, who knows what Grime was going to say. But there is going to be a fire in that ring tonight.
Zach Davis: Yeah...maybe a nuclear blast while their at it.
Gravedigger: Exciting and it makes my nipples perk for the pleasure of watching a beat down.
Zach Davis: Y-Your nipples?! Okay well...moving on...
The camera scans from the announcers to a group in the seats a few rows back. It shows Grime's family. Father, mother, and three uncles who have come in their unexpected support of Grime.
Gravedigger: Oh looks like we got two families in WCF now. Grime's family has shown up to see their son possibly win here tonight. I bet they'll go home early.
Zach Davis: Well, there is nothing that we can say about Grime in a negative manner. He arrived here in WCF and has made a statement as being one of the biggest names amongst the new talent. We'll see what he can do with Joey Flash in his first title match here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Hope Flash doesn't go over to them. This won't be a match, a fight, or a war...it'll be an world ending event. The brining on of the last plagues of the apocalypse. Skip over the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Flash goes over there tonight, they won't have any comparison to what would happen.
The words "Dampshaw" come on the screen in flashy, Victorian style lettering. Dampshaw III walks down, arrogantly waving his hand not unlike the Queen.
And did those feet in ancient time
Dampshaw looks around at the crowd while walking, giving the people looks of disgust as he truly believes that he is above them.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
Reginald slowly enters the ring and lifts his arms up in the air, looking around the arena at all the fans, a look of pure contempt and dislike on his features. Gold smoke and gold sparks come tumbling down onto him as the fans boo the hated wrestler. Reginald is uncaring in this reaction, immersed in his own self love.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Ryde, Isle of Wight, England, weighing in at 225 pounds… REGINALD DAMPSHAAAAW III!!!!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Mary emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises his fists in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he holds the Ropes for Mary, who slinks lithely through. Doc steps trough the ropes and grins proudly as he hands T'e Confederate Championship to Mary.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Griffen, Georgia, weighing in at 245 pounds… MERVIIIN “DOC” HEEEENRYYY!!!
Freddy Whoa: Well, in my opinion “Doc” Henry will make Dampshaw’s life really hard.
Gravedigger: We are about to watch a very nice match.
DING DING DING!
They quickly start the lock-up as Dampshaw gains the advantage with a knee in Henry’s stomach. He punches him twice, but Henry reverses it and kicks him in the belly. He applies an Irish Whip… Reginald hits the corner! Mervin runs… His opponent dodges the attack!
Zach Davis: They look at each other while walking in circles…
Freddy Whoa: Lock up again!
Gravedigger: Dampshaw breaks it with an European Uppercut!
He takes advantage of “Doc” Henry being down and starts a Koji Clutch. Henry crawls to the ropes slowly… Reginald puts him again in the center of the ring! “Doc” fights to break the submission hold, punches his opponent a few times… He stops the hold! Both of them get up… Spinning Heel Kick by Henry! Dampshaw gets up, “Doc” runs to the ropes… Crossbody! Cover…
Reginald gets his shoulder up! Mervin Henry gets Dampshaw up, punches him a few times and pushes him into the corner! He grabs the british’s head and hits him against the turnbuckle! Puts him in the center of the ring… DDT! Another cover!
Zach Davis: Reginald kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: “Doc” Henry is giving the English wrestler a hard time!
Gravedigger: Henry is climbing the turnbuckle… Diving Elbow Drop!
Mervin gets his opponent up, punches him, pushes him into the ropes… Reginald dodges a Clothesline! He runs again… Chop block by Henry! He starts to stomp Dampshaw. This one gets up slowly, kicks him in the belly, runs to the ropes… Bulldog! Both of them get up, Reginald runs and hits a Running Clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Nice impact by Reginald!
Zach Davis: He lifts his opponent up…
Gravedigger: Snap suplex! And Dampshaw goes for the cover!
Henry lifts his shoulder! Dampshaw starts a Indian Deathlock! Henry may tap-out… He is screaming in pain... Reginald holds the maneuver for a while… Henry starts to punch Reginald… He breaks the submission hold! Henry gets up, goes behind his opponent…
Zach Davis: “Doc” Henry is trying to apply a German Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Reginald reverses it…
Gravedigger: A strong German Suplex applied!
He gets Henry up and hits another German Suplex. He tries to apply the third one but Henry grabs his arms and punches him. Mervin goes behind Reginald… German Suplex! And another one! And a third one!
Zach Davis: Reginald Dampshaw is down…
Freddy Whoa: Henry gets him up, puts his head between his legs…
Gravedigger: He is trying to hit the Pedigree!
Reginald reverses it and pushes him. Henry tries to punch his opponent but Dampshaw punches him three times, kicks him in the belly and applies a Vertical Suplex. Cover!
Henry kicks out! Dampshaw gets him up, applies a Irish Whip… Henry hits the corner, his opponent runs… Clothesline against the turnbuckle! Reginald puts his foot on “Doc”’s throat and chokes him! The referee starts to count…
He breaks the maneuver. Dampshaw tries to do it again but Henry reverses it, kicks him… Rope Burn!!! He is dragging Reginald’s face along the ropes! And he throws him outside!!! Reginald falls, gets up slowly, Henry runs…
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOAAA!! DIVING SPEAR THROUGH THE ROPES!
Zach Davis: Dampshaw’s back hit the barrier!
Gravedigger: What a maneuver! The referee is counting…
Henry gets up slowly, puts Reginald up, pushes him… He hits the steel steps!
Henry puts Reginald inside the ring, covers him…
Th-No! Reginald kicks out.
Zach Davis: How the hell did he lift his shoulder?
Freddy Whoa: Henry gets him up, kicks him in the belly…
Gravedigger: Reginald reverses it… DDT!
Both of the wrestlers are down. Reginald gets up really slowly with the ropes’ help, gets his opponent up, puts him on his shoulders… RUNNING POWERBOMB! COVER!
Zach Davis: IT’S OVER!
Freddy Whoa: NOOO!!!!! HENRY KICKS OUT!
Gravedigger: Nice move by Dampshaw!
Reginald gets Henry up, kicks him in the belly… He reverses it and hits a Clothesline on Reginald! Henry runs to the ropes… Spear! Dampshaw is down… Henry climbs the turnbuckle… ALL-IN! COVER!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Here’s your winner… MERVIN HEEEENRYYY!!!!
The camera closes in on a hand, wrapped with white tape. Written across the knuckles is the name, “Silas”. The hand appears poised to administer a choking maneuver. The scene is illuminated by a singe spotlight, that casts heavy shadows across all dimensions. Whilst a flickering orange hue, forces those same shadows to flutter in opposing directions.
Scarecrow: Odin Balfore, the all father. Father to all...except one. My guidance comes from another. My legacy is written in my own blood, and my own kin. You will not cast heresy upon it. You will not challenge it with tainted pride, or desperate schemes. Your allegiance to Seth Lerch is of two conjoined snakes, swallowing each other’s souls. You’re damned Odin Balfore. Damned by your own actions, when you sided with Oblivion. Damned by the hand of vengeance, that seeks now restitution. The hand, that will lift you up, so that your world can be remade upon the anvil. Even Gods can have their worlds judged by the strike of the hammer. And so it shall be the case with you. One Month, Balfore. One month to find a sense of solace and peace. One month to say goodbye to everything you know. All the hate. All the jealousy. In one month, an Explosion will rip and tear asunder your pitiful future, and extinguish an exalted past. The legend of the all father. Father to all...except one.
The hand closes and makes a taunt fist.
Scarecrow: The one that has the power, to crush your will in its hand. And let it’s dust, scatter upon the wind.”
The camera pulls back, it’s The Scarecrow. He’s dressed for battle. The murder machine stands in a burning ring, the ropes smouldering, as bodies lay scattered; security personal, referees, ring announcers. All the domino’s of the WCF, fallen in a row.
Scarecrow: For I am the one, who embraces the sun. Listen, for you should know your jailer’s name.
Crowd: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
Slam comes back from commercial with a shot of Skyler Striker in the ring. "Hands" by The Almost is playing over the PA system as Striker is posing for the adoring crowd.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Slam!
Freddy Whoa: As you can see Skyler Striker is in the ring which means that it's time for our next match!
The house lights dim, and the intro to Lynnyrd Skynnyrd's "Sweet Home Alabama" hits the speakers. Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Johnny Reb steps out from behind the curtain. A cheer goes up from the audience at his appearance. As the he walks down the ramp, a cascade of sparks rains down on the stage. The Inveterate Confederate circles the ring, slapping hands with the fans at ringside. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles, posing for the cheering crowd for a moment before he jumps down, ready for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: And we should mention that this match is actually a bit of a blast from the past. Striker of course was a part of the WCF first way back in 2006 and since then he's had a few runs here and there. And Reb here has been around over 6 years.
Freddy Whoa: With all the great new talent in WCF sometimes it's easy to overlook the veterans on the roster.
Gravedigger: Tell me about it! Damn whippersnappers getting all the TV time and always walking on my lawn.
Zach Davis: ...whippersnappers?
Gravedigger: Shut up and call the damn match, Davis.
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Explosia" by Gojira kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive pop from the crowd. Price pauses at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get themselves a good look before heading down the ramp, grabbing a beer from a fan trying to get a high five. He'll down the beer, toss the empty cup into the crowd and then roll in under the bottom rope. He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before hopping down to the mat. He'll pull off his shirt and throw it to the crowd before warming up for the match in his corner.
Zach Davis: And you know, not only is this a battle of veterans, but it's also a battle of former World Champions. All one time World Champions to be exact.
Gravedigger: Yeah but Price's reign really only counts as a half.
Freddy Whoa: You really don't like Price, do you Digger?
Gravedigger: I hate him almost as much as I hate blac-
Zach Davis: And let's get this match going!
[DING! DING! DING!]
The referee calls for the bell and almost immediately Reb goes at Striker, catching everyone off guard.
Zach Davis: What the heck? What's gotten into Johnny Reb?
Gravedigger: I don't know but I like it. A lot.
Price seems content with hanging back and watching as Reb backs Striker into the corner with a flurry of punches. Striker tries to cover up and it's Reb with a boot directly to the gut. Striker doubled over and Reb pulls him out of the corner before unloading with a powerbomb right back into the corner. Striker left sitting in the corner as Reb backs up, preparing for something.
Freddy Whoa: I'm going to agree with you Digger, whatever has gotten into Reb is working. Striker had no idea what was coming and he looks out of it.
Reb starts to run at Striker when suddenly Price spins him around. Price from out of nowhere with a Downfall.
Zach Davis: Oh wow! Downfall!
Price pops back up to his feet, dusting off his hands as the crowd boos. But rather than go for the pin, Price eyes up Striker still in the corner. Price now pulling Striker up and lifting him for the Pricebuster. Price now heading for the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Oh no, we've seen this before.
Price tosses Striker to the outside of the ring with a Pricebuster and Striker is laid out at ringside. The referee leaves the ring to check on him as Price laughs.
Zach Davis: Does the man have no soul? He's going to kill somebody one day with that move.
Behind Price, Reb is sitting up on the mat. Reb sees Price with his back turned and quickly crawls over behind him. Reb with a quick low blow and down goes Price. Reb now screaming for the referee to get back into the ring as he tries to lock in the Southern Cross.
Freddy Whoa: Cross Kneelock! Will Price tap?
Gravedigger: I hope his knee breaks and then he taps.
Reb torquing the knee and leg of Price as the referee asks him if he wants to tap. Price is shaking his head no adamantly but he's looking around like he knows he's in a bad spot. Price now using his arms to drag both him and Reb toward the ropes but it's a long distance and the pain is excruciating.
Zach Davis: How can anyone last this long in this hold?
Freddy Whoa: Not very long and Price is starting to look like he's ready to throw in the towel.
With a final bit of desperation Price throws out his arms and his fingertips touch the ropes but he can't grab them. Reb sees it and relaxes the hold enough to drag Price away before putting it back in.
Zach Davis: It's over. No way Price is going to be able to do that again.
Price looking desperate to get out of the hold when he suddenly grabs the referee by the shirt and pulls him into Reb. Reb is surprised by the referee falling into him and he lets go enough for Price to wiggle out.
Freddy Whoa: What in the hell was that?
Gravedigger: Where's the damn disqualification?
Reb and the referee get themselves untangled as Price scurries on the mat to the ropes and hooks his arms around them. The referee is demanding answers and Price is trying to say that he slipped and accidentally grabbed the referee out of instinct.
Zach Davis: Oh come on ref, don't believe that crap.
The referee doesn't seem to be buying it at all but Reb isn't giving him a chance to think it over because he goes right after Price. Reb diving on top of Price and raining down lefts and rights. Price holding onto the ropes still and the referee gives Reb a five count. He gets to four and Reb relents and Price quickly rolls out of the ring. The referee tries to keep Reb in the ring but Reb just runs to the other side and hits the ropes. Reb now sprinting back as Price grabs Striker's lifeless body and pulls him up. Reb launches himself over the top rope and Price steps aside, causing Reb to crash into Striker with a plancha.
Freddy Whoa: What air with that move!
The crowd applauds the athleticism of Reb as Price falls to a knee by the apron and catches his breath. Striker and Reb are both laid out, Striker though appears to still be completely out of it while Reb is stirring. Price pulls himself up and grabs hold of Striker before shoving him back in the ring. Price now quickly sliding into the ring and he hooks the leg for the pin.
No!, broken up by Reb! Price gets to his feet and kicks Reb in the gut before throwing him angrily over the top rope. Striker has stumbled up and Price grabs him-
Zach Davis: DOWNFALL!
Price lands on top of Striker, hooking the leg.
Gravedigger: Price wins it.
Price rolls off of Striker and struggles to his feet, raising his arm in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price defeats the two former Pantheon members.
Zach Davis: But is Jayson Price a current Pantheon member himself... or a former one? We'll find out later tonight.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
Sound of motorcycle engine starts up as the lights go out. From 'Down With the Sickness', "Do you feel that?" is heard as 'Down With the Sickness' begins to play. As the lights come on, Grime comes out with a black towel over his head and makes his way to the ring not paying any attention to the fans. He uses the steel steps the opposite side of the ramp to climb onto the apron and waits on the apron for his opponent to enter the ring. Stays there until the match is about to begin and takes his jacket off. When the bell ring he throws the towel towards the referee.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the challenger... from Denver, Colorado... weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds... GRIME!
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. "Mile Zero" by Periphery 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 the Bronx, New York City... weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds... he is the 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.
Zach Davis: Current Television champ, Joey Flash.
Freddy Whoa: When you talk about the future of WCF, this is a name that has to be in that conversation. The man has come in and been dominant since his debut.
Gravedigger: He's really done it by the numbers. You get here, you win the Television title, you remain undefeated. Joey Flash is on his way to greatness, for sure-- but this new guy, Grime, he's got potential.
Freddy Whoa: But does he have what it takes to dethrone Joey Flash? We'll see.
DING DING DING
Flash and Grime waste little time, grappling as the bell sounds. Grime backs Flash into the corner and hits a few knees to the gut, but Flash reverses and puts Grime in the corner. He breaks the grapple and hits Grime with a right hand, and another-- he goes for a third, but Grime ducks and hits Flash with a stiff shot to the ribs. Joey doubles over, Grime grabs his head and hits knee strikes to chest, finishing with one big knee to the face.
Gravedigger: This should be a good brawl. A couple of tough brawlers in the ring right now. Nothing fancy in this bout.
Flash stumbles back and Grime hits a running STO! He pins Joey Flash.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout at one.
Grime pulls up Flash and hits him with jabs-- but Flash blocks them, hitting back with his own punches. Grime throws a big right hand but Flash ducks and goes behind him with a waistlock. Grime with a back elbow, but it misses it's mark and Flash takes him down with a hiptoss. Grime rolls to his feet, Flash takes him down with another hip toss. Grime gets back up again, Flash with a dropkick-- but Grime side steps it, and he stomps Flash in the head as he gets back up.
Zach Davis: The Television championship is so important. Some people view it as a newcomers' belt or a lower-tier belt--
Gravedigger: It is. That's exactly what it is, a lower-tier belt for newcomers.
Zach Davis: Can I finish my point?
Freddy Whoa: I think what Zach is trying to say is that people gotta look at the fact that the TV title is defended every week. The Television champion is tested every single week, and when a guy can come into the company and hold it for months, that's when you know you've got a future star.
Zach Davis: ... Yeah, that's basically what I was going to say.
Gravedigger: Sometimes. Sometimes it's just easy to beat bottom-feeders every week. Flash is good and all but let's see what happens when you put him in the ring with an ICE Beckman or a Bobby Cairo.
Grime throws Flash into the corner and stomps him out. He puts his foot across Flash's throat and holds the ropes for leverage, choking him out. The ref starts a five count, but Grime takes his foot off at four. Grime pulls Flash up and throws him out of the corner with an overhead belly-to-belly!
Freddy Whoa: Forget about ICE and Cairo, Grime is in complete control of the TV champ right now!
Grime rebounds off the ropes and hits a running senton! He covers Joey Flash.
Freddy Whoa: NO, two count.
Grime pulls up Flash but Flash with an elbow to the ribs. Grime reaches again but Flash with a kick to the gut, then an enzuigiri! Flash gets to his feet and hits Grime with a left jab, right jab, headbutt. Left jab, right jab, headbutt. He grabs Flash and whips him to the ropes-- Flash with a huge belly-to-belly suplex!
Zach Davis: TV Champ, turning things around here!
Flash grabs Grime as he gets up-- DDT! Flash with a cover.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout at two!
Flash with an elbowdrop-- and another. Flash drops down and tries to lock in a rear choke... but Grime rolls over and throws Flash off with a judo flip! Both men roll to their feet and Grime floors Flash with a roundhouse kick.
Gravedigger: Nice escape there by Grime.
Zach Davis: He's doing a great job of keeping Flash at bay tonight.
Flash rolls to his feet, holding his jaw. Grime with a running lariat-- but Flash ducks, and hits a rabbit punch!
Gravedigger: Damn! Nice shot, ref didn't even see it.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe a little desperation by Joey Flash?
Zach Davis: Desperation? No, that's just Flash being Flash.
Flash works over Grime with stiff kicks. He takes Grime over with an armdrag takedown-- and goes to lock in the armbar!
Freddy Whoa: Pain is Love-- no!
Grime is able to escape. Both men get to their feet, Grime ducks a right hand-- he lifts Flash, over his shoulders--- Alabama Slam!
Freddy Whoa: Big move by Grime! Here's the pin, TV title on the line!
Zach Davis: No, Flash kicks out!
Gravedigger: Close one.
Grime rolls to his feet, pulling Flash with him. He tosses Flash in the corner and begins working him over with rights and lefts to the body. Grime backs up for a running start-- he charges for a corner splash!
Freddy Whoa: NOBODY HOME!
Grime gets back to his feet, Flash with a kick to the gut! He doubles over, Flash puts him in a standing headscissors--
Zach Davis: Maybe a powerbomb coming up--
Freddy Whoa: Grime blocks it!
Grime with a double-leg takedown. He stomps Flash in the midsection and then steps through like a Sharpshooter.
Gravedigger: What's this?
With Flash's legs crossed, Grime doesn't turn Flash over as expected. He reaches around the back of Flash's neck and slowly falls to the mat on his side.
Freddy Whoa: Grime with a crazy submission hold! I've never seen this before!
Grime is wrenching on the back of Flash's neck with his legs crossed and locked. Flash yells out in pain.
Freddy Whoa: I don't see any way out for the TV champ!
After several moments of pain... Flash passes out.
DING DING DING
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Grime wins the Television title with what I assume is his new finisher!
"Down With the Sickness" hits the PA.
Zach Davis: Not only that, Grime is the one who has finally ended Joey Flash's undefeated streak. Unbelievable.
Freddy Whoa: What a night for Grime! But let's not take anything away from Joey Flash. He's heading on to bigger and better things here in WCF, for sure.
Grime celebrates with the TV belt.
Gravedigger: Joey Flash wasn't pinned and he didn't submit... but he couldn't get out of that hold.
Grime turns around to celebrate towards the opposite end, but Flash has struggled to his feet. He appears... humbled.
Zach Davis: Wow. I don't believe it.
Holding himself in pain, Flash offers his hand.
Freddy Whoa: Has actually losing the Television Title changed Flash's attitude? He's never lost here in WCF before. Maybe all the cockyness of being undefeated that went to his head has been deflated.
Grime nods, seemingly agreeing. He shakes Flash's hand to a huge pop.
Gravedigger: I hate to say it, but what a moment.
UNTIL FLASH PULLS GRIME IN AND CLOTHESLINES HIM DOWN!
Zach Davis: WHAT!
The crowd boos as Flash stomps the new Champion viciously, direct head shots. Flash picks up the fallen Television Title and looks at it before dropping it onto the body of Grime, tossing the weight of it onto Grime's head. Flash spits on Grime as he turns to leave, still in a lot of pain.
Freddy Whoa: Sore loser or not, we've got a new Television Champion here tonight. Wow.
Gravedigger: Doesn't matter. Joey Flash is still the Wildcard Trilogy Cup entrant, a much grander prize.
Seth Lerch is walking backstage, somewhat hurriedly towards whatever his destination is. Hank Brown runs up to him.
Hank Brown: Seth! Seth!
Seth stops, clearly annoyed. He turns.
Hank Brown: Seth, I-
Seth stops him.
Seth Lerch: Look. That bottle was supposed to last me the whole night. And now, thanks to ICE, may God rest his soul, it's gone. I'm grumpy, okay?
Seth turns to keep walking.
Hank Brown: I just wanted to get your thoughts on the return of Pantheon.
Seth stops dead in his tracks. He turns.. laughing to himself.
Seth Lerch: The return of Pantheon!?
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: What a joke. The only thing Pantheon is good for is popping the ratings, which they damn sure better do tonight. That's the ONLY thing. At one point, they were a mighty stable. But I know for a fact Jonny Fly ain't here tonight. I know the Polar Phantasm is a joke, he sure as hell isn't here. I know that Jeff Purse's glory days are behind him. Steve Orbit, the only Pantheon member worth a damn, was smart enough to turn his back on them. Johnny Reb and Skyler Striker, former Pantheon members, are fighting Jayson Price here tonight, one of the last men to try and act like the name Pantheon meant anything besides that delusional asshole Corey Black.
Seth, a little fired up now, stares Hank in the eyes.
Seth Lerch: Hank, if I thought "the return of Pantheon" was worth my attention, I would have addressed THEM in the opening segment, not ICE Beckman. But the fact of the matter is, no matter whichever has-beens have been brought back to try and relive the glory days of a once great stable, this is the year 2015. The year the ICE Age ended. It will NOT be the year Pantheon was resurrected, I can guarantee you that, Hank Brown. I guarantee you that.
Seth turns his back to Hank, walking away.
Hank Brown: And if you're wrong?
Seth stops for one second.
Seth Lerch: I can't be, Hank. I can't be.
Seth continues down the hallway.
Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena as all the lights shut off, minus a gaggle of blue and green on the stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows WCF Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance. The battle cry makes men sprout thick and poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their chest and they reach for the nearest bong and start tokin' up!
Spotlights center on one of the entrances in the crowd where Kaz stands, kendo holstered to his back, Tag Team Championship around his waist, and Bolts Quackenbush waving that Old Glory PG Flag with the Ham' n' Sick' and the Fitty Stars and Thickteen Bars.
Zach Davis: It's Kaz Mazy!
Freddy Whoa: The only thing that would make this entrance thicker is titties being motorboated!
As if on cue, Bolts motorboats the baddest set of titties in attendance on that instant transmission shit as Kaz starts making his way down the steps, throwing his hands in the air with each cry of his name.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Zach Davis: The Kaz Movement has begun! Can anybody stop it?
Freddy Whoa: Naw dude. I don't think so.
Kaz leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He taunts to the crowd from the second rope and they explode in Kaz cheers once again.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Kaz unstraps his Tag Team Championship and his kendo and hands his effects to Bolts who guards them with his life. Kaz leans against the turnbuckle as his music fades and awaits the start of the match.
Freddy Whoa: This is obviously a man that needs no introduction. He was in our HUGE main event at Timebomb last Sunday, and he brought it in more ways than one.
Zach Davis: Even though he didn't walk out AS the WCF World Champion, he proved that he's cut from that cloth. We may just see him as World Champion in the future.
Gravedigger: Would be a little awkward, what with his friend and mentor Bobby Cairo holding the strap and everything.
Freddy Whoa: Wouldn't be weird. We've seen great friends fight for that belt before and have great matches.
Gravedigger: But how long do they remain friends? That gold can put blinders on a man, and The Poondock Saints are no exception.
The house lights die. The sound of crows cawing echoes throughout the arena, red spotlights dancing across the screaming faces of those in attendance as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo.
A moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as The Scarecrow’s disembodied voice begins to recite, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful credo. The crowd joining in:
“A murder of crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request:
SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
A moment passes, then “Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds begins to play. As the ominous chords sing, a red spotlight appears on the stage beneath a jumbotron of strange occult symbology; Snakes slithering across the sand, a Joshua Tree bursts into flame, Wicker Men are set on fire by hooded occultists. The Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, hulking silhouette, eclipsed by red smoke and light. Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail and depth as he slowly begins his procession down the ramp. He's wearing a black, customized hoodie over his fight gear.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds! From The Bowery, New York! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The spotlight above follows Scarecrow at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle. Crow sizing up the opposition within with a steely, unwavering glare.
“You're one microscopic cog, in his catastrophic plan. Designed and directed by his red...right...hand.”
The Scarecrow soaks up the cheers from the crowd before sliding inside the ring, adjusting his taped right hand once again as a way of foreshadowing his finishing maneuver. Scarecrow removes his hoodie and hands it to Kyle Steel. With a casual arrogance, Crow slumps up against a post and waves his opponent on, arms draped over the ropes in a crucifix pose, a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
Freddy Whoa: Another man who's rapidly making a name for himself around here. He's our current People's Champion. He fried Oblivion crispy at Timebomb and now he has a match with Odin Balfore at a to be determined time.
Gravedigger: Is that a match he wants though? A match against The All Father? Something tells me he's regretting it.
Zach Davis: Absolutely not. Scarecrow is the voice of the every man. He wants to be heard, and the best way to be heard is to go after one of the toughest dudes in the yard. Actions speak louder than words guys.
Gravedigger: He'll be lucky to even be able to speak at all after that match Zach.
Kaz and Scarecrow begin to circle each other in the ring.
Zach Davis: This match will come down to it. Kaz and Scarecrow seem to be on the same page here. Sources indicate that Scarecrow helped Kaz Mazy with a little clean up after the disaster that occurred in Poon Guinnea last week.
Gravedigger: Oh what? Are they best friends now? Maybe they should go make shrinky-dinks and bake some fucking cookies together. A wrestling ring ain't no place to be friends.
Freddy Whoa: Someone didn't love you enough when you were little, did they Digger?
Zach Davis: The match is starting!
The referee calls for the bell and the two lock up. They chain link for a minute before Scarecrow gets Kaz in a headlock. He goes for a judo throw takedown, but Kaz lands on his feet and slips away. Scarecrow charges young Mazy for a blasting clothesline, but Mazy ducks and bounds off the ropes. Scarecrow bounces off and hits Mazy with a shoulder tackle. Mazy hits the mat and rolls to his feet. They both bounce off the ropes again, but this time Kaz comes back with a flying crossbody...
Zach Davis: Scarecrow catches him midflight!
Freddy Whoa: And a huge fallaway slam by Scarecrow!
Gravedigger: Mazy hits the mat hard on that one!
Mazy rolls to the apron and pulls himself up on the ropes. Scarecrow comes for a hard overhand right, but Mazy ducks and hits shoulders his midsection through the ropes. Mazy flies over with a sunset flip, but Scarecrow grabs the ropes as Mazy slides over his back. Mazy lands on his knees and whips around...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHAT A KICK TO THE FACE BY SCARECROW!
Zach Davis: Kaz goes down again...
Scarecrow drops on Mazy with the cover.
Zach Davis: Shoulder up by Kaz!
Freddy Whoa: This one continues!
Scarecrow lifts Kaz to his feet and pulls him towards the turnbuckle. He starts unloading with left and right hands, blasting away at his torso and head. The Murder Machine goes for a hard chest chop, but Kaz ducks it and pushes Scarecrow into the turnbuckle. Kaz runs up the ropes and hits Scarecrow with a springboard enziguiri, knocking him down to the mat and Kaz goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: Foot on the rope!
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow gets out of it!
Scarecrow tosses Mazy off of him, effectively escaping the pinfall attempt. Mazy leaps to his feet as does Scarecrow and the two lock up in the center of the ring again. Scarecrow goes for a pump handle but Kaz wiggles and lands behind him. He grabs Crow around the midsection, but Crow nails Kaz with an elbow to the top of the head and breaks up the hold. Crow goes for an uppercut, but Kaz leans backwards and avoids it.
Freddy Whoa: Lots of effective chain maneuvers being used right now!
Gravedigger: What are they dancing? Powerbomb Kaz or something! Ninja kick the damn Scarecrow!
Zach Davis: These are two very proficient technical wrestlers, and they're showing off their stuff right now!
Kaz leaps off of Scarecrow's knee and goes for another enziguiri, but Crow ducks it and catches Kaz around the mid section. Huge release German suplex...but Kaz lands on his feet. He dropkicks the Scarecrow in the back, who uses the momentum to propel himself off the ropes and blast Mazy with a huge clothesline...but Mazy ducks! He springs off the ropes and goes for a crossbody!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Crow catches him!
Gravedigger: That's what I'm talking about!
Crow goes for a huge swinging slam!...Mazy wiggles free and lands on his feet. The crowd POPS huge for both competitors!
Freddy Whoa: This is amazing!
Zach Davis: The crowd is showing their respect for both men! What a match we just landed ourselves in!
Shoulder and collar tie up. Crow with a knee to the gut and he pushes Mazy up to the ropes. Mazy fights off Crow's hold and kicks him in the gut. Crow gets pushed back and bends over as Mazy goes to the apron. He springs over the ropes with a hurricanrana...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Huge powerbomb to Mazy...
Crow goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: Kaz with the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: This match continues!
Zach Davis: Crow can't believe it!
Scarecrow lifts Mazy to his feet and takes him to the turnbuckle. He lifts him up to the top and climbs up afterwards.
Zach Davis: Crow's trying to go for something big!
Freddy Whoa: He wants to do something big that will put Mazy on his ass.
Gravedigger: Wise decision by Scarecrow.
Scarecrow starts to lift Mazy up...but Kaz catches the turnbuckle with his leg. Scarecrow lifts again, but Kaz hooks on one more time. He lands a few hard rights to Kaz's head, but Kaz reverses. He socks Crow under the chin and Scarecrow lands on the canvas below. Kaz goes up on the turnbuckle and leaps off with a flying headbutt.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: Their heads collided!
Gravedigger: Both men are down!
They both roll around on the ground in pain, holding their noggins. Kaz goes to the ropes and starts pulling himself up while Scarecrow has a little bit of a harder time getting up. Kaz turns as Scarecrow is almost up and charges him. He catches his head with his leg and goes for a famouser...but Crow catches him and lifts him up into a powerbomb position. He runs at the ropes...
Zach Davis: OH NO!
Crow goes to toss Kaz, but Kaz holds on and they both go flying over the top rope and land hard on the canvas outside! They both roll to their feet and go after one another. Scarecrow with a hard right. Kaz with a kick to the leg. Crow pushes Kaz into the step and starts planting hard forearms into Mazy's back. He grabs him and tosses him into the barricade.
Zach Davis: What's Crow doing?
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he's going under the ring!
Gravedigger: This isn't a no disqualification match! He's trying to get out of this match the easy way!
Zach Davis: I don't think so...he's got a ladder!
Freddy Whoa: He wants to beat Mazy at his own game, I think.
Zach Davis: I think it might be more of a sign of respect. Like he wants to do this on equal footing.
Crow pulls the fifteen foot ladder out from under the ring and sets it up with relative ease. Kaz is clambering to his feet. He clumsily slips back down to his knees as Scarecrow grabs him by the head. He drags him to the announce table and bounces his head off like it's nothing. People around the table begin to scatter as Crow rips the video monitors from their places.
Zach Davis: I think this is about to be a hazardous area.
Gravedigger: I thought he respected him Zach. Would you do this to someone you respect?
Zach Davis: I wouldn't be able to do this to anybody.
Crow goes to toss Kaz onto the table, but Kaz puts his hands out and stops the manuever. He pops Crow in the gut with an elbow, and then hits him with a falling Pele kick and they both hit the mat hard. The crowd is starting to roar for both of the men in this match. Kaz shakes off the bump on the mat and gets to his feet. He picks Crow up and slides him onto the table as Kaz climbs the ladder. His foot slips on a rung or two on the way up, giving Crow time to get to his feet. The crowd pops as he steps onto the ladder.
Zach Davis: They're duking it out at the top of that ladder now.
Freddy Whoa: Only one of them is coming down from there!
Kaz and Crow trade hard rights and lefts at the top of the ladder. Kaz goes for a hard right...but Crow grabs his fist. He comes down with a hard left just as Kaz brings his leg up and kicks Crow in the noggin. They both fall off the ladder and through the announce table below. Mazy bounces away from the wreckage as most of it crashes down on top of Crow.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: What a mess!
Freddy Whoa: Can they even walk anymore?
Kaz looks like he's about to get up, holding his hand out to grab on to something...but he quickly falls back down to the mat. Crow is still lying in the wreckage like a god damn beast. The pieces of shattered table begin to move as Crow comes to. He tries to lift himself up but there is way too much stuff on top of him at this point in time. He starts shoving some of the stuff away as Kaz desperately crawls towards the ring apron. He grabs a hold of it as Crow moves most of the wreckage away and begins to stand to his feet. He makes it a step out of the wreckage and falls to his knee as Kaz lifts himself up using the ring apron. Crow uses momentum to lunge towards the apron.
Kaz and Scarecrow look around at the desolation; whilst slumped up against the base of the ring, chest cavities working overtime. The crowd screams for more as the two competitors inhale precious gasps of oxygen.
Yet over the deafening cacophony of screams, can still be heard Gravedigger, launching yet another tirade on the microphone.
Gravedigger: And what the fuck is this? A time out at after forty five minutes? I once went forty eight hours straight in ONE MATCH! That’s no piss break, ladies and germs. You ever suplexed a man with a bladder full of stale piss, Zac? No fucking joke! And yet these worthless fucks wanna take a powder? Fuck Dat! Get up! Get up and kill each other! You, Scarecrow!
Crow glares at Gravedigger. Gets up and leans over the table. Right in the eyes of a standing Gravedigger, who spits out his words with vile venom.
Gravedigger: You little prick! You RUINED my BBQ! And you RUINED the legacy of my boi, Oblivion! And you, Karen Mary!
Kaz Gets up, mouth the words, “Karen Mary? What the fuck?”
Gravedigger: Yeah you, what da holy fuck did you think you were doing at Timebomb? Shoving that ref back into the ring? Don’t you Saints pricks know, it takes a KING to hold dat title?
Kaz gets up and moves in on Graves, but Crow extends his arm and forms a barrier. He turns to Kaz and says, “I got this”, waves at Zac for his headset. The commentator duly obliges.
Crow puts on the headset. Tests the mic with a tap of his finger before speaking.
Scarecrow: Hello, is this thing on? Good people of Colorado Springs, this is the Scarecrow!
The crowd screams: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
Gravedigger: They know who the fuck you are, asshole!
Scarecrow: Asshole?...ASSHOLE?! OH, FUCK YOU, DOUCHEBAG! Week after week, all I get is shit from you on the mic! What’s da matter, Digs? You gotta soiled tampon because you can’t compete no more? Cause you gotta sit here with yer thumb up yer ass and make out like it doesn’t BURN? Tell you what, how about I lodge a boot up there for company? It’s a black boot, I’m sure you’ll LOVE IT. YA RACIST MOTHERFUCKER!
Freddy Whoa: Go Scarecrow! MY NIG-GAHHHHH!
Gravedigger SWINGS at Crow, who ducks! Crow signals to Kaz to run as Digger throws his headset down and chases the pair up the ramp and though the gorilla curtain!
Backstage we follow Kaz and Scarecrow as they run past the pyrotechnics crew, past the EMT’s, past Seth, past The pack. All the while they have Digger in hot pursuit, who is now carrying a FLAMING STEEL CHAIR!
Kaz Mazy: What are we going to do?
Scarecrow: I don’t fucking know!
Gravedigger: YOU TWO...ARE GOING...TO DIEEEEEE!
Digger turns a corner at speed as....
A taunt steel electrical cable catches Digger across the chest! The legend is launched into the air! His body performs a three sixty spin before gravity catches up, and Digger hits terra firma face first. While the flaming chair is catapulted skyward towards the camera, almost decapitating it’s operator! Kaz and Crow drop the cable and lift a startled Digger up to his feet, locking the dazed legend in a nearby janitor’s closet!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: Looks like it’s just us two for the foreseeable!
Back in the arena, a few moments pass, then the gorilla curtain parts as Kaz and Scarecrow re-enter to a HUGE POP!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!...THIS IS AWESOME!...THIS IS AWESOME!
Crow walks back to the announce table and HIGH FIVES Freddy! The murder machine picks up Gravedigger’s headset, and speaks.
Scarecrow: Thank you kind ladies and gentlemen for your patience, normal service will now resume.
Crow drops the headset and rolls back into the ring as the match reconvenes.
Zach Davis: Both men are desperately – DESPERATELY – trying to get something going for themselves.
Freddy Whoa: After that pile up, I'm surprised they can even stand let alone finish this match.
Gravedigger: Right. Surely, it's a valiant effort from both men, but seriously...they're going to shorten their careers by months for the sake of one Slam match.
Zach Davis: Have you been watching Freddy? This isn't some garbage match on Slam. These two are taking each other to the limit here tonight.
Crowd: LETS GO SCARE-CROW! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) LETS GO MAY-ZY! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) LETS GO SCARE-CROW! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP) LETS GO MAY-ZY! (CLAP CLAP CLAPCLAPCLAP)
They both lock up in the middle of the ring once more as Kaz goes for a knee to the gut. Crow catches it and whips him around for a lariat!... Kaz somersaults underneath Crow's lariat and comes back up with a spinning heel kick. Crow catches it once more and kicks Kaz underneath the leg. Kaz falls back holding his leg as Crow grabs him around the throat! He stares Mazy in the eyes before turning him around and lifting him with an inverted suplex. He drops Mazy down!
Zach Davis: WHAT?! Crow just hit the SOULTAKER!
Freddy Whoa: That's Oblivion's move!
Kaz hits the mat and Scarecrow goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: NO! MAZY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
Freddy Whoa: How did he do that?!
Crow has a look of disbelief across his face. So does Mazy for that matter. That move looked like it took a lot out of him, and he struggled to stand as Scarecrow lifted him to his feet. Crow hits Mazy in the gut with a hard right hook and Mazy falls back down to his knees. Crow lifts him again and sets him up in the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow's winding up...
Freddy Whoa: He charges Mazy!...
Zach Davis: Mazy ducked it!
Crow bounces off the turnbuckle and Kaz catches his head. He springs off the ropes...
Zach Davis: Wait...was that?...
Freddy Whoa: That was the Orbital DDT! I'd know that move anywhere Zach. What's Mazy doing using “The Mack's” move?
Zach Davis: It's symbology or something...
Freddy Whoa: Symbolism.
Zach Davis: Whatever! It's like they're bringing every victory to the table here. Every conquest they've ever made in the WCF.
Freddy Whoa: That's dangerous water they treading right now. It's almost like they're calling out everyone in the WCF right now.
Zach Davis: No...they're telling a story damn it. It's playing out in front of our very eyes, so watch!
Mazy recovers and goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Crow gets the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: They're digging down deep in this match.
Mazy gets to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle. Crow is still trying to access where he's at as Kaz prepares to leap. Kaz leaps off with a five star frog splash...
Zach Davis: Speede Bump. I know that one.
But Scarecrow leaps to his feet and catches Kaz. He whips him around...
Zach Davis: That Full Nelson Slam...that's the Silver Bullet!
Freddy Whoa: They're both going for a...Speede – EY finish hahahahaha.
Zach Davis: I didn't know you were a pun man?
Freddy Whoa: What's a pun?
Crow crawls slowly towards Mazy and goes for the cover.
The referee stops the count because Mazy has his foot on the rope. Crow punches the mat and lifts himself to his feet. He lifts Kaz up and moves him to the center of the ring. Kaz looks like he doesn't know which way is up...
Zach Davis: Crow lifts Mazy up!
Freddy Whoa: That powerbomb backbreaker! Kaz ain't in Kansas anymore, you guys.
Kaz hits Crow's knees and fall to the side. He looks like he's passed out as Crow makes the cover.
The crowd pops hard as Mazy gets the shoulder up. Crow is in pure disbelief. He's not even sure if he's in this match anymore.
Zach Davis: I can't believe it! After everything, Mazy kicks out again!
Freddy Whoa: This is incredible! What a match from these two guys! I bet the people who bought tickets tonight know that money's well spent!
Zach Davis: This match is an instant classic. Two men who put it all out there are putting each other through the wringer. This is better than their match at One!
Freddy Whoa: They're both a helluva hand, that's for sure!
Mazy crawls to the ropes and holds on to the bottom as if it was the only think keeping him afloat.
Zach Davis: Mazy looks like he's out to sea right now. Atlantic Ocean turmoil.
Crow approaches Mazy and lifts him up once again...but Mazy comes up with a palm strike to the face. Crow's face opens and blood pours from his eyebrow region. The ref tries to check on him, but Scarecrow pushes him away and goes after Mazy...but Mazy grabs Scarecrow around the head and runs off the turnbuckle with an Asai DDT.
Freddy Whoa: REPTILIAN! Kaz hits it OUTTA NOWHERE!
Zach Davis: That's what he does. He's going for the cover on Scarecrow...
Zach Davis: CROW GETS THE SHOULDER UP! CROW GETS THE SHOULDER UP!
Freddy Whoa: This one continues! How much longer can they keep it up!
Zach Davis: We've been out here for twenty minutes now. They gotta be cutting into someone's segment time.
Freddy Whoa: Wait...hold on. I just got word that Slam is going to be extended tonight to run later than expected. All you people will be missing is that lame ass reality show about that gay dad and his three kids.
Zach Davis: Wait...isn't he married? God I love that show. No way he can be gay. I'm married and I'm not gay.
Freddy Whoa: Stop it! Just stop it right now Zach! That is not cool. Of all the shit you've said...
Zach Davis: And this match continues in the ring...
Kaz and Crow are both on the blink in the ring now, trying desperately to stand to their feet. Kaz gets to one knee, shaking wobbly on his arm as he does so. Crow tries to shake off the impact from that Asai, using the turnbuckle to hold himself up as he does. Kaz sees his opportunity and moves on Scarecrow in the corner.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
The crowds chant continues into the match with Kaz and Crow as Kaz whips Crow around in the ring. He slaps his chest black and blue before tossing him into the opposite turnbuckle. Kaz charges and nails Crow with a flying crossbody and Crow bounds off the turnbuckle. Kaz is now on the apron and he springs off once again with a huge plancha splash, going headfirst into Crow. Camera bulbs light up as the event seems to happen in slow motion. Kaz hits Crow...
Zach Davis: Crow catches his throat!
Freddy Whoa: CROWBREAKER! THAT IMPACT WAS SICK!
Zach Davis: I felt it from over here!
Kaz bounces off of Crow's knee and rolls away as Crow hits the mat face first.
Zach Davis: Both competitors are down...Neither one of them are stirring right now...
Freddy Whoa: The ref starts to make a count...
Neither of them move.
Crow leaps on top of Mazy for the three count.
Zach Davis: NO MY GAWD! MAZY GOT THE SHOULDER UP!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT THE HELL?! STAY DOWN KID! STAY DOWN!
Zach Davis: You can't blame a man for not giving up...even though it's a career risk. These men are tired and they're gonna get sloppy eventually. One of their moves is gonna go off wrong, and BAM! You got a broken arm or leg...or worse!
Mazy opens and closes his eyes to make sure he is where he is. He's still in the Slam arena listening to a raucous crowd and curing a helluva hangover or something. He nurses his head as Crow charges up for something in the corner. He barely sees it coming as Crow goes for a massive boot to Kaz's face...but Kaz ducks it and locks up behind Crow...
Zach Davis: Wait, what's he doing?
Freddy Whoa: LUBRI...LUBRI...LUBRICATION TWIST!
Zach Davis: He hits it and Crow is down...
Freddy Whoa: Where did he pull that from?! He didn't even know which way is up a few seconds ago...
Kaz covers Crow.
Zach Davis: CROW KICKS OUT! CROW KICKED OUT OF IT!
Freddy Whoa: What?...why?...when?...WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: How are they doing it? Are those actual human beings in there?
Freddy Whoa: All I know is this match is an instant Pay Per View classic, and it's happening on Wednesday Night Slam!
Zach Davis: The WCF Loyal are a lucky crowd tonight! Wait, what do you mean Wednesday Night?
The arena is rumbling with the roaring chants from this Colorado crowd! The energy from it shakes Kaz and Crow to their cores. They both begin to stand to their feet...They lock up, exchanging a series of left and rights, each trying to gain the upper hand over the other. Kaz kicks Crow in the leg and knocks him to his knees. Kaz grabs Crow around the head...but Crow hits Kaz with a roll up.
Zach Davis: No! Kaz reversed it into a pin of his own!
Zach Davis: Crow kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: He's on his feet...
Zach Davis: Kaz grabs Crow under his arms with another roll up from behind!
Freddy Whoa: Crow flips him into another reverse pin!
Zach Davis: Kaz lifts himself up into another pin!
Freddy Whoa: When will this end?
Zach Davis: Crow kicks out again!
Freddy Whoa: They're passed the wire now! There's no going back!
The two lock eyes, charge up, and bound at each other with lightning fast superkicks...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
They connect with one another. Kaz and Scarecrow both hit the mat in a clump and the ref starts a ten count.
The crowd waits in anticipation.
Both men stir.
They both fall back down to the mat.
The crowd pops at the enormous finish to an incredible match.
Kyle Steele: This match has been ruled a no-contest via double KO!
Zach Davis: Oh wow...neither man can continue. They put every last inch of themselves into that match, and it shows.
Freddy Whoa: What an incredible ending to this match! What a fantastic story they told. These two men are on very similar paths in the WCF, and it looks like they're both ready to take that leap into the Main Event.
Zach Davis: I don't think they're going to leap into anything too soon...unless it's each others foot. Both of these men are going to require medical attention after that match.
The medical staff works their way out to the ring and begins to check on both Kaz and Crow as the crowd erupts in a serious chant for both of them.
Crowd: THANK YOU SCARECROW! THANK YOU KAZ! THANK YOU SCARECROW! THANK YOU KAZ! THANK YOU SCARECROW! THANK YOU KAZ!
Kaz and Crow do the impossible...they stand to their feet and look at each other one more time to a huge POP from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Is this about to be back on?
They stare at each other for a long time...before Kaz grabs Scarecrow's hand and holds it up to another huge POP from the crowd. I gotta have my POPS.
Zach Davis: This crowd is showing a tremendous amount of respect for Kaz Mazy and Scarecrow.
Freddy Whoa: They're showing tremendous respect for each other. You have to respect anyone who's willing to come out here and take you to the limit like that. On a Sunday Night Slam no less. Both men were in career threatening positions here tonight, but they made it out with their neck in tact...and a new found respect for each other.
The crowd continues to congratulate and pay respect for the two as the arena shot fades out.
The arena lights dim as a keytar with a distinctly 80's sound begins tapping out a beat, and "Holding Out for A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler begins playing in full. The intro winds down, and as Ms. Tyler asks "Where have all the good men gone?", Jay Omega steps from behind the curtain, and a spotlight hits him center stage.
Kyle Steel: From Sativa City, in the Imperial Isle of Maritopia, weighing in at two hundred twenty-six pounds, he is the Omega Man... JAAAY OOOMEEEGAAA!
Jay throws his arms up and out in an Orton-esque pose, then slaps his left shoulder twice before he begins skipping down the ramp. Strobe lights flicker throughout the crowd in a multitude of colors ranging from deep violet to neon green, as Omega crosses back and forth down the ramp waving his hands indiscriminately, slapping hands and faces in equal measure. At ringside, Jay takes a moment to dance the Cha-Cha Slide before he rolls under the bottom rope, and kips up to his feet. Omega crosses the ring and hops onto the second turnbuckle with his left foot on the top one, and sends the females in attendence into a frenzy with some suggestive pelvic thrusts aimed at the crowd for a few moments, before he backflips back into the ring.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them Lemmy Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area.
Kyle Steel: From wherever he damn well pleases, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds...THE COKED UP MAN ZOMBIE MCMORRIS!
He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponent...
“Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as the titron begins showing clips of Bates working at his father’s training center, with a focus on his in ring training. Thomas Uriel Bates walks through the curtains and walks towards the ring with a focused look.
Kyle Steel: From Huntsville, Alabama, weighing in at four hundred and thirty pounds...THOMAS URIEL BATES!
As he reaches the ring, he walks up the steps and climbs over the top rope, entering the ring. Bates looks towards his opponent as he stretches out his arms and roars.
Kyle Steel: And introducing their opponent...
RZA hits the poetry to a dubstep remix of 'Biochemical Equation', a collaboration with MF Doom. The fans' heads drift toward the stage where they see the image of Dan Van Slade deviously grinning on the screen. The screen flickers as a mask fades on-and-off Dan's face. Suddenly, his voice blasts through the speakers - 'EL TAIMADO!' Dan shouts as the thirteen second mark hits and RZA begins the epic clash between Dub trance and street slingin' Suddenly - Dan Van Slade - dressed in his best Lucha Libre threads - walks intensely slow from behind the curtain. There is no love for this man. Fans boo, and react appropriately. He's wearing a black and white luchadore mask - his hair pulled through an opening in the top, the jaw cut out so that his chin and mouth are displayed; it looks like an evil Mexican clown with it's red nose, nothing elaborate. He's in an all black tight suit separated by a white leather belt that keeps it together at the waist, and that's behind the WCF Hardcore Championship. The pants are tucked into shin-high white leather boots with black skulls air brushed on the ankle. 'EL TAIMADO' is read in bold white printed down the sides of his pant legs. There's a T printed in the Superman logo instead of the Super D once proudly displayed. The top is sleeveless. He dons white elbow pads and black tape around his wrists. The costume is topped with a bright, extremely thick, gold chain around his neck where brass knuckles proudly hang. There's a fresh tattoo on his left bicep, and underneath the bright yellow smiley face that says 'Harass A Nice Day!' The ink reads: 'EL TAIMADO!' in a plain, bold, black text.
Kyle Steel: Heading to the ring - and weighing in at 251 pounds! He is from MIS...
Kyle pauses as Dan Van Slade slowly walks toward the ring. If we could see his eyes under the mesh covers - they'd be direct and attentive. He eyes the ring as Steel corrects himself.
Kyle Steel: ...He is summoned from Dan Van Slade's INNER DEVIANT...
Steel extends an arm toward Dan's direction, and the Hardcore Champion pauses for a brief moment to slap the faceplate of the WCF Hardcore Title twice, and then his chest three times. Dan points forward toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: ...The WCF Haaarrrrrrrrrrdcoorrrrrrrrrrrrre CHAMPION...
Dan then shouts the following in unison while simultaneously jabbing his index finger toward the ring.
Kyle Steel: ...ELLLLLLLLL TAIMADO...DAN...VAN...SLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAADE!
Boos. A mass eruption of hate. The now masked hardcore champion walks methodically slow to the ring, and pauses at the apron while 'Biochemical Equation' continues to spit raw lyrics. El Taimado leaps and lands feet first onto the ring apron with ease, and without needing assistance. He then grabs the top rope and slingshots himself into the ring as Kyle Steel backs up - El Taimado dives, tucks, and rolls onto his feet as he stands in the center of the ring. He unbuttons the Hardcore Championship and whips it into the air. He then rips off his thick gold brass knuckle necklace and whips it into the air with his opposite hand.
El Taimado Dan Van Slade: EL TAIMADO!
Dan shouts as he displays his title proudly. He relishes in the moment, showered with disgust, as he then walks over and hands his title and chain to the referee.
Zach Davis: Well now that the introductions are out of the way, let's get some final thoughts in before the bell. Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: My thoughts? Well I don't know about thoughts, but I'm definitely hoping that we don't see somebody die tonight. Between the size of Bates, the outright 'I don't give a flying F' attitude of McMorris and the report that Omega apparently has a titanium skull since he can't get knocked out, I don't know what it's going to take for anyone, including the champion himself, to win this match.
Gravedigger: I'm actually going to have to agree with Freddy on that one. All week we've heard nothing but nonstop trash talking from all three of the challengers and they're ready to rip each other's heads off. Surprisingly, the champion has remained quiet for reasons nobody seems to know.
Zach Davis: My guess is he was in training or watching tape. But yes, I'm also going to agree with you both. I'm expecting a bloodbath tonight and can only hope everyone can walk out of the arena on their own power. But enough talk, it's time for this match to start!
The referee shows off the Hardcore Title to everyone in the ring and then to the crowd before handing it off. He then calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
All four men stay in their respective corners, eyeing one another up. DVS is the first to make a move, coming out to the center of the ring as he looks around.
Zach Davis: Well it looks like DVS is challenging someone to come out and try to take him on. What a fighting champion!
The three challengers exchange looks and then all take a step out toward DVS, who suddenly looks a bit less confident. ZMAC and Omega advance on DVS, who in turn spins around to escape but end up running face first into the chest of Bates.
Gravedigger: I think you meant to say 'What a dead champion!'.
DVS cocks back his fist and takes a swing at Bates, connecting with his jaw. Bates laughs it off and then shoves DVS back and right into a Falcon Punch from McMorris. DVS on his feet still but he's rocked. He stumbles a few steps and Omega lines him up before connecting with the Thunderclap. Down goes DVS but Bates catches him by his curly hair and roughly pulls him back upright. McMorris now outside of the ring and he's got a table out from under the ring. He starts to set it up as Bates wraps one of his baseball glove sized hands around DVS' throat and pulls him to the ropes. McMorris has the table up and Bates lets out a roar before lifting DVS up and chokeslamming him over the top rope and through the table.
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap! I think the champion is out cold!
The referee quickly slides out of the ring to check on DVS and then throws up the signal to the back to send out help. In the ring Bates is laughing as Omega sees his opportunity. With Bates standing by the ropes, Omega charges right at him and connects with a rolling wheel kick to the back. Bates sent tumbling over the top rope and to the mat as McMorris has to rush to get out of harms way. Omega right back up to his feet and he's running again, this time to hit the opposite ropes. Omega hits them, scrambles back across the ring and launches himself outside the ring and into McMorris with a suicide dive that drives him into the barricade.
Zach Davis: And Jay Omega is saying to hell with waiting for the medics, there's a match going on!
Bates getting up to his feet and he catches Omega from behind as he tries to untangle himself from McMorris on the ground. Bates pulling Omega up by the head but Omega fires off a back elbow. Bates shakes it off and then delivers a massive headbutt to Omega. But Omega shakes it off like it's nothing as well.
Gravedigger: Well I guess Omega really does have a skull like Wolverine. A headbutt from somebody that big should knock out just about anyone.
Bates looks a bit shocked that Omega could take a shot like that so easy but does it a second time. Omega stumbles back a step but then charges at Bates, driving him backward into the ring apron. Omega takes a step back and then charges again, looking for another shoulder tackle. Bates cuts him off with a high knee to the face. Bates now with a gutwrench, picking Omega up off the ground like a rag doll. Bates takes him over to the barricade and drops him chest first onto it before shoving him over into the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Well I guess those people are getting their money's worth.
Bates admires his handywork for a moment and then turns around right into a blast from a fire extinguisher. McMorris emptying out the entire canister into the face of Bates before swinging and connecting with the side of his head. Bates sent back into the barricade and manages to keep himself upright. McMorris right back on the offensive, charging Bates and connecting with a big boot to the chest. Bates doubled over holding him onto his chest when Omega appears from out of nowhere, using the back of Bates to launch himself into McMorris with a forearm smash. McMorris sent into the apron and Omega kicks Bates square in the face with a Pele kick.
Zach Davis: And the Omega Man is back!
Omega grabs the empty fire extinguisher from the ground and takes a swing at McMorris' head. McMorris ducks it and catches Omega in the gut with a knee. McMorris pulls him in and then takes him to the ground with a suplex. McMorris back up to his feet and he's going back under the ring. McMorris pulling out a variety of weapons like a trashcan, a kendo stick, a steel chair and a broom handle. McMorris with the handle in hand and he puts it across the throat of Omega as he tries to get up. McMorris trying to choke the life out of Omega when Bates takes them both out with a running splash.
Gravedigger: And the big man is back in it!
Bates grabbing the chair and he slams it into the ground, begging for someone to get up. McMorris is the first to do so and Bates slams the chair into his gut. McMorris doubled over and Bates cracks him over the back. Omega up to his feet and he leaps up onto the back of Bates and puts him in a sleeper hold. Bates stumbles a step but then takes the chair and swings it up, cracking him in the skull. Omega drops off and Bates hits him over the head a second time. Omega still on his feet but looking a bit wobbly.
Zach Davis: What the hell is this guy's skull really made of?
Bates swings a third time but Omega ducks it. Omega with a forearm to the face but Bates shakes it off. Omega goes for the better option and kicks Bates square in the groin. Bates drops the chair and Omega catches it before connecting with Bates head. Bates drops to a knee and Omega drops the chair before pulling Bates in and dropping him headfirst onto it with a DDT. Omega doesn't have much time to celebrate though as McMorris cracks him over the back with a kendo stick. Omega wincing in pain as McMorris spins him around and slams the handle of the stick into his face. McMorris with a shot to the face a second time. A third time. A fourth time and blood is starting to run from the nose of Omega. McMorris winds up the kendo stick like a baseball bat and swings, connecting with the head of Omega. Omega finally drops to the mat as McMorris raises the kendo stick to a chorus of boos.
Gravedigger: Well we finally know how many licks it takes to get to the center of Omega's skull.
McMorris starts to go for the cover when the referee tells him he's got to take it in the ring. McMorris with a finger to the referee but he pulls Omega up to his feet and shoves him toward the apron. McMorris starts to lift him up to get him in the ring when Bates grabs him from behind. Bates with a release German suplex that sends McMorris crashing into the barricade with enough force to scare those in the front row.
Freddy Whoa: Holy crap what impact!
Omega struggling to keep on his feet as he grabs for the broomstick. With Bates' back turned, Omega swings and connects with his back. The stick shatters on Bates' back but he doesn't drop. Bates turns around and Omega lets out a sigh before throwing a right hand. Omega with right hand after right hand, trying to drop the giant. Bates takes a few before returning the favor with a headbutt. Omega staggered and Bates scoops him up in a bearhug. Bates squeezing the life out of Omega as he tries to escape.
Zach Davis: How long can Jay last in this hold? There's no ropes to break it up and he's already taken his fair share of lumps.
Omega clawing at the face of Bates to no real effect. McMorris pulling himself up to his feet using the barricade and he's looking to the ring steps. He grabs them up and runs at Bates before slamming them into his back. Down goes Bates, all his weight dropping on top of Omega. McMorris now planting the steps on Bates' back and climbing up onto them. McMorris jumping up and down on the steps, squashing both Bates and Omega under them.
Gravedigger: Well there's interesting offense and then there's this. But hey, whatever works.
McMorris finally hops off and pulls the steps off of Bates. He shoves Bates off of Omega and then grabs the smaller Jay before pulling him to his feet and leading him to the ring. McMorris shoving Omega into the ring and then he slides in after him. McMorris with the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: And Omega with the kickout at 2 but he's not looking great exactly.
McMorris looks at the referee and then gets to his feet, pulling Omega up with him. McMorris hooks Omega in a double underhook and then drops him with a DDT.
Zach Davis: World Tour 69!
McMorris with another pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And another kick out!
McMorris looking agitated as he glares at the referee, demanding he learn how to do his job. Bates it up on his feet outside the ring and now he's sliding in. McMorris getting to his feet, pulling Omega up with him. McMorris tries for the Axe Wound when Bates gets him from behind in a full nelson. Bates lifts him up and then drops him with a massive chokeslam.
Gravedigger: He calls that The Badge! We got ourselves a new Hardcore Champion.
Bates with the pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC with the kick out!
Bates up to his feet when it's Omega with a Thunderclap from out of nowhere. Down goes Bates but Omega collapses to the mat as well. All three men down and looking spent as the referee doesn't know what to do.
Gravedigger: There's no ten counts in this match, whoever can move first may end up winning this match.
Zach Davis: So who wants it more?!
DVS! BACK IN THE RING! HE PINS BATES!
NO!, Bates kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! DVS is alive!
DVS gets back up and goes to stomp The Omega Man, but Omega grabs his foot. Omega struggles up and as DVS begs off. Omega flips DVS, who lands on his feet. Omega whips DVS to the corner, but DVS reverses it, sending Omega to the corner instead. Omega uses the momentum to hop up onto the turnbuckle and turn, facing the Hardcore Champion. DVS runs at him..
Gravedigger: FLYING NECKBREAKER!
OMEGA HITS IT! Looking to end this match once and for all, Omega jumps up once more, back facing the ring.
Zach Davis: IMPLODING 450!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WE'VE GOT A NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
The bell sounds as Omega rests. Elsewhere, Bates and McMorris are still coming to, but hear Omega's music and each cringes, realizing the match is over.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega has won the Hardcore Championship! He's formerly a United States Champion, and he's now added another Championship to his list of accomplishments here in the WCF!
Zach Davis: Our second Title change here tonight! I can't believe it. Truly a PPV quality Slam, that's for sure.
Omega is too injured to celebrate. He simply clutches the Hardcore Title and rolls out of the ring, stumbling to the back.
As we come back from commercial, everyone is in the ring... except one.
Zach Davis: Here comes the first US Champion, over a decade ago. Here comes Logan!
The heavy drum roll to "Stop When The Red Lights Flash" by Green Day rumbles the arena and brings the audience up from their seats. Some of them cover their ears, the music playing excessively louder than anything else produced from the speakers thus far. Logan marches out from behind the black curtains and is greeted with a very warm reception despite he himself being such a heel bastard. Logan shuffles his feet in place at the top of the ramp, elegantly bouncing in rhythm with the music while maintaining a focused and determined posture. With the audience screaming his name through the roaring guitars and drums of the music, Logan begins his walk down the ramp way. A fan or two will reach out to grab at Logan every so often and in return he will raise his backhand and threaten to slap them all the way into Connector City, or so one could assume that's what he's mouthing. Logan swiftly climbs up the ring steps and slips through the bottom rope into the ring. He paces the ring, eyeing the audience, and then finally picking a turnbuckle and simply standing atop of it to gaze over all his trashcan fans. The music briefly pauses, but just as soon as it picks back up... Logan throws both arms skyward and the enthusiastic audience replicates his taunt. Letting his arms fall patiently back down to his sides, Logan hops down from the turnbuckle and paces the ring like a starved wolf ready to be fed until the music stops.
Freddy Whoa: We saw an epic Title run from Jay Omega. We saw an inspirational Title win from Deuce Murdock. Who wins the Title here tonight?!
The bell rings and everyone begins brawling with everyone. Jackson White immediately tosses out Logan.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Logan hits the ring outside and jumps up, livid. He tries arguing with the nearest referee but the referee confirms that he was eliminated. Both men have Marco Valintine land on top of them!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Valintine gets up, hopping on one leg, not eliminated. UNTIL THE MOUNTAIN OF A MAN NAMED STEELTOE JOE IS TOSSED OUT TOO!
Freddy Whoa: WWHHOOAA!!
Joe lands on top of Logan, Valintine, the ref, and Joe.
Zach Davis: Valintine was eliminated by Marc, angry that his partner was eliminated; Joe was eliminated by Oblivion. Hot damn.
Gravedigger: Those were some favorites to win the match. Who will be the new US Champion?
With that, the remaining five competitors begin brawling. Oblivion pairs off with Occulo. Chelsea Armstrong fights Marc Mayhem. The Fenix backs off, waiting to see what'll happen.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go. This match has began in earnest.
Oblivon throws Occulo into the ropes. Occulo comes back and Oblivion lifts him up.
Zach Davis: Gorilla Press! Oblivion is known for leading into a Backbreaker.
No!, Occulo drops behind Oblivion. Occulo Dropkicks him, sending him into the waiting arms of the Fenix. Jackson White rams Oblivion with a Big Boot.
Gravedigger: OBLIVION HITS THE ROPES!
But he doesn't go over. Oblivion rebounds off and into the waiting arms of Fenix; White hits a Belly to Black Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: What a Suplex!
Fenix gets up and is met with a Clothesline from Chelsea Armstrong! Chelsea sends White down and as he stumbles up, she throws him to the ropes. He comes back, she hits an Arm Drag. He gets back up and she runs at him. He grabs her and hits a Big Boot! Chelsea stumbles away, gets back up, and Fenix meets her and takes her down with a Russian Legsweep.
Zach Davis: Great wrestling by Jackson White.
Chelsea stumbles up and White tosses her over!
Gravedigger: CHELSEA ARMSTRONG ELIMINATED!
NO!, Chelsea grabs the ropes and holds on! She skins the cat, into the ring, as Oblivion runs at her. She grabs him with her legs and uses her leg strength to pull him over the top and to the outside!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Chelsea eliminates Oblivion!
Oblivion flies out and hits the outside. Chelsea gets back into the ring and is immediately Clotheslined by Marc Mayhem.
Zach Davis: Mayhem lost his tag team partner, but he's an awesome star in his own right.
Chelsea goes down but she struggles right back up. She runs at Marc, who hits a Back Bodydrop, sending her over the top.
Freddy Whoa: CHELSEA ELIMINATED!
NO!, she AGAIN lands on the apron! This time she Springboards into the ring and into a Lou Thesz Press onto Occulo! She hits him with a bunch of punches before getting up and getting a kick to the gut from Marc Mayhem.
Gravedigger: Marc Mayhem, back on the attack!
She's doubled over. Marc Mayhem lifts her...
Zach Davis: Pumphandle Suplex!
Marc lifts her up and tosses her over!
Freddy Whoa: CHELSEA ELIMINATED!
NO! She hangs on for half a second then rolls in, sliding between Marc's legs. She gets back to her feet and Marc runs at her. She uses all of her strength to lift him up... turn.. AND TOSS HIM OVER THE TOP!
Gravedigger: THERE GOES MARC MAYHEM!
Marc is sent over the top!
Zach Davis: We've still got Chelsea Armstrong, Jackson White, and Occulo! One of these wrestlers will be the new United States Champion!
Occulo runs at Chelsea but he eats an Arm Drag. Fenix next, and he gets a jumping Lariat for his troubles. Occulo is up. Chelsea throws him to the corner and runs at him.
Freddy Whoa: Splash!
Gravedigger: THE LAST GOODNIGHT!
Chelsea trips Occulo and locks him into the Buffalo Sleeper STF! The crowd roars... until Fenix breaks it up!
Zach Davis: Submission, broken up by Jackson White!
Jackson White picks Chelsea up and the referee checks on Occulo. Jackson White low blows Chelsea.
Freddy Whoa: Oof?
Gravedigger: SHE NO SELLS IT!
Chelsea turns and goes for an Enziguri but White ducks the attempt. She gets back up and White pokes her in the eyes before hitting a Russian Legsweep!
Zach Davis: Jackson White in the driver's seat!
White gets back to his feet and Occulo runs at him, hitting a Running Knee Strike.
Freddy Whoa: FENIX ELIMINATED!
The match is down to Chelsea Armstrong and Occulo!
The crowd roars.
Crowd: LET'S GO ARMSTRONG!
Crowd: LET'S GO OCC-U-LO!
Crowd: LET'S GO ARMSTRONG!
Crowd: LET'S GO OCC-U-LO!
Both wrestlers get to their feet and begin brawling!
Gravedigger: One of these men will be the new United States Champion!
Zach Davis: Chelsea Armstrong isn't a man...
Gravedigger: That makes my boners less awkward, that's for sure.
Occulo gets the upper hand. He throws Chelsea to the ropes. As she comes back he elbows her in the throat.
Freddy Whoa: OESOPHAGUS BUREAU!
No!, she sidesteps the somersault! Both wrestlers face one another and Occulo runs at her. She catches him...
Zach Davis: DEVIL'S WING!
Chelsea hits the Spinning Fisherman Neckbreaker! She quickly grabs his leg...
Gravedigger: LAST GOODNIGHT! LAST GOODNIGHT APPLIED!
Occulo screams in pain but he refuses to give up.
Freddy Whoa: Well, he CAN'T give up, he has to get thrown over the top, but hey.
Eventually Chelsea releases the hold, once Occulo is broken. She grins, waiting for Occulo to get to his feet.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Occulo is up, Chelsea runs at him from behind.
Gravedigger: BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!
NO! OCCULO TOSSES HER OVER THE TOP!
Freddy Whoa: CHELSEA ARMSTRONG... IS ELIMINATED!
Freddy is right this time! The bell sounds.
Kyle Steel: The winner, and your NEW United States Champion.... OCCULO!!!!!!
The crowd roars as Occulo stands up, panting.
Zach Davis: What a night!
Gravedigger: What a night indeed, Zach! We've got a new US Champ, and his name is Occulo!
Freddy Whoa: You can't discount anyone in this match, a battle royal is about luck. Chelsea Armstrong had Occulo dead to rights in any other match, guys.
Zach Davis: But this was a battle royal, and Occulo pulled out all the stops. Wow.
Occulo gets to his feet and is handed his first WCF Championship. He clutches it close to him as Slam goes to commercial.
The ominous cowbell of anarchy hits the PA system and the crowd jumps to its feet and begins to chant--
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Zach Davis: The World Champion is here! He's at the World Arena and you know he's tokin' that Mile High Chronic!
"Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine kicks into gear. A spotlight singles out "The Godfather of Professional Wrestling" Bobby Cairo as he makes his way through the crowd. The fans react with a loud cheer and chant even louder--
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
The "BO-LIEVE IN BOBBY CAIRO!" signs are out in full force as Bobby slaps hands with his supporters, gropes tits and asses, and generally makes a spectacle of himself while navigating his way through the audience. Cairo reaches the fan barrier, hops over it and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans, raising the WCF Worlds Championship high above his head, soliciting another loud cheer, before hopping down.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo looks like a million rubles tonight-- that POONstripe suit, silk scarf, two-tone leather loafers... and most importantly of all, that Shiny Gold Belt he's wearing over his broad, Poon Guinean shoulder.
Gravedigger: It's no secret that I haven't always seen eye-to-eye with Bobby, but ya know something? It's damn impressive to see a long-time veteran of this company turn back the clock and show that he's still got some fight left in him. In fact it's GODFATHERDAMN impressive. Makes me think I should lace up the boots one more time, fellas.
Zach Davis: You sayin' you wanna contest for that Dub See Eff Worldz Champ-yun-ship, Digger?
Gravedigger: I'm sayin' you should shut up and do your damn job, Davis. Don't put words in my mouth or I'll break ya off something properlike.
The Godfather drops to his knees and spreads his arms in that Jam Willy Jesus Christ pose, the Worlds Championship draped from his shoulder as if juice flowing from the RiRi poonboggle.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Bobby reaches into his Cairomel colored overcoat and produces a microphone.
Bobby Cairo: Yes, my children-- YES!
Cairo rolls onto his back from that knelt position and then kips up to his feet, the electricity coursing through his body and jizzing into each and every Loyal in attendance tonight.
Bobby Cairo: The dream has been realized! That Magnum Opus: Liberation is in full swing! The Godfather is YOUR WCF Worlds Champion! Nine long years-- NINE LONG YEARS of toil and sacrifice have been validated. And do you know something? I wouldn't change a moment of it. I wouldn't change losing in my first WAR match against Skyler Striker waaaaay back in 2007. I wouldn't change being incarcerated as a political prisoner of the Amurrican government. I wouldn't change the HIGH-ANUS pain of divorce from my first wife.
Cairo shakes his head in the negatory.
Bobby Cairo: I wouldn't change any of that heartache and misery because all of it contributed to making me the man that I am today-- and that's one hell of a thick muddafukka.
Bobby looks down at the shiny gold faceplate of that WCF Worlds Championship and he smiles. His face beams with pride as the cheers rear up amongst the Loyal.
Bobby Cairo: That's right, my children. In order to reach the highest highs in this world, you must survive the lowest lows. And looking back, I can even say that I wouldn't change losing to ICE Beckman at ONE. I wouldn't change it because it made me that much stronger. Maybe I wasn't ready to end the ICE Age on that fateful December night at the Beaver Poon Stadium in Sanduskyville. Maybe not. But on a throbbing Sunday eve in Dallas, TexAZZ?
The smile brims across Cairo's ruggedly masculine Jew facade.
Bobby Cairo: The Thickness erupted, my children! The Poondock Saints was runnin' roughshod over some Vapor Queenz and we would not be denied. All of the critics were silenced. All of the dissenters were murked as the treasonous scum they were. And the hilarity of it all is that Beckman himself wanted no part of the deciding pinfall of the match. He rolled-- HE ROLLED OUTTA DA RING to avoid taking any further punishment from A Robert Cairo and A Kaz Mazy.
Cairo shakes his head whilst stroking his Revolutionary Style Beard.
Bobby Cairo: What a disgrace. This is the man who was deemed unbeatable? This is the man who had an entire era of WCF history named after him? "The Ice Age"? The Poondock Saints took Albert Gore's Inconvenient Truth and set a raging GLOBAL WARMING inferno to that ICE Age joint. It wuddn't no thang but a Poondocks wang, homie. Them thick dicks set shame and defeat upon that toppled and toiling Vaporz Queendom. A monarchy in ruins... damn shame Black Steven didn't live to see it all go down.
Cairo Jewshrugs and grimaces.
Bobby Cairo: Oh well. Das life. Everything The Kaz Monstuh and The Godfather said turned out to be absolutely prophetic, my children. The Vapor Kings really were just another half-baked trio of mid-card shoeshine boys. Nothing more. They was basically The Pack three-point-oh or two-point-five or whatever the mathematics reveal. Ain't no real importance to me. Bottom line is them VAY-PUHZ spit the bit only to bite the dust, and if ya thought it was gonna end any differently-- ya done goofed, my child.
Cairo scowls as he glares directly into the camera lens.
Bobby Cairo: They got GAWT cuz they gotz tah. Only way it could've ended. Ain't nobody else was gonna step up to that Natty ICE joint and give him the business. You think a Joey Flash had the nuts to bust a move? Oh really? Then why didn't he? Jay Omega? Devious Dan Van Virgin-Man? Nah? I didn't think so. That muddafukka is on the side of a milk carton right about now. You look at all of these so-called bright and hopeful talents, these SUPAH STAHS of the future that a Seth Lerch been pushin' down our throats like they was some kinda thick--
Bobby sneers derisively as he gestures toward his expansive groin.
Bobby Cairo: And it's plain to see they don't measure up to Them Poondock Saints. The only nigguhs in the Dub who pose a challenge to Robert Hercules Cairo are my fellow thicks, A Kaz Mazy and An Odin Balfore. Anybody else is perpetratin' some kinda farce upon the Dub See Eff Loyal. That's why I shit all over this Trilogy Cup because it ain't nothing more than a marketing ploy: You gotz a competition between a contingent of second-string garbage collectors to see who gets the privilege of gettin' straight mollywopped by The Fadduh of Gawd at Asesinato De Mayo. Talk about an exercise in frivolousness.
A Legion of Loyal hold up a sixty-nine-by-sixty-nine-foot banner that reads "AND THAT'S REAL TALK-- ON THE UP AND UP" in affirmation of The Godfather's words. Bobby slams an Uzbeki clobberin' paw over his HAHT in recognition of the homemade pooncraft.
Bobby Cairo: That's a Tee-Shirt slogan right there, my children. Thank you from the bottom of my HAHT. BEST SELLAH. Beats the shit out of that HOT GAHBAGE them Pack Rats be pushing. "HEY! LOOK AT US! WE'RE BACK! YEAH! REMEMBER US? PLEASE REMEMBER US? PLEEEAAA-ZZEEEEE!" They had to crop that shit-- too many words for a single shirt. Had enough fabric to cut Jay Omega's tissue box, Chelsea Armstrong's douche wrap and Alexander Richards' sweat rag. That muddafukka be perspirin' like an A-RAB chicken at a Republican Popeyes convention, but I digress.
Bobby brushes the riffraff off his shouldah and pops his collah.
Bobby Cairo: Unthickness like a mawdafawk up in the Dub, but that's why WE--
Crowd: THE POON-DOCKS!!
Bobby Cairo: Had to drive a stake through the HAHT of that Ice AGE GAH-BAGE. Now we got these Pantheon nigguhz claimin' relevance. Convenient how they crawl outta the woodwork AFTAH the Poondocks do what Pantheon could not-- CRUSH THE VAYPUH KINGZ MONARCHY.
Cairo rolls his neck and POP POP POP's that shit into place whilst gettin' his scowl on once again.
Bobby Cairo: Pantheon think they're gonna ride the Poondocks wave back to the main event scene? Corey Black, you trippin', son. You can't even hold onto control of ya own damn gimmick. Seth Lerch done pulled that XIII rug right from undah ya feet. Then Jayson Allen Price gave Seth the ol' whirlybird special in the arena lavatories and claimed XIII for his own shit. You lost XIII. You lost your Cruiserweight Championship. You see Pantheon in utter shambles and so you get to thinkin'-- "Well, me and Bobby go waaaaaay back. Maybe he'll toss me a bone, huh? I know he won't rejoin Pantheon, but maybe he'll let me and my boyz play foil to his Poondock Saints?"
Cairo shakes his head in the negatory as if to say NO FAWK NO HEY-YELL NO.
Bobby Cairo: Ya losin', Corey. And ya foolin' ya-self. Ya done. Ya finished. Ya wanna WAR with Them Poondock Saints? We already know how that story ends. There's a reason why that footage from "XIII: Pantheon versus Team Thickness" done went missin'. Government seizure is a muddafukka, Corey, but even my boy Eddie Snowden couldn't track down them files. Pantheon is dead and buried. The Vapor Kings are dead and buried. And if The Pack wants to get crushed under The Godfather's Gold Shitkicker Boots for the second GODFATHERDAMN time-- THEN BRING IT.
Bobby nods his head with a look of determination on his face as he pats his Uzbeki hamhock unto the shiny gold faceplate of his Worlds Championship. The crowd picks up its cheer once more--
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Bobby Cairo: That's right, my children. I'm not gonna hold this belt hostage like a bum ass ICE Beckman did for lo those many months of mediocrity. Anybody and I mean ANY DAMN BAWDY who wants a piece of the Dub See Eff Worlds Champ-YUN can march their ass down that aisle right the fawk right now and get their head taken off clean at the shoulder.
Cairo lowers his mic and stalks back and forth in the ring waiting for someone, ANY ONE to reply to his call out.
Zach Davis: Robert Cairo is issuing a challenge to the entire locker room! Who, if anyone, will respond to the Worlds Champion?
Freddy Whoa: A lot of people been talkin' a big game lately, poppin' off at the mouth with that BRAVADO. Will anyone care to back up their words?
Gravedigger: Bobby is pacing a hole in that ring--A GODFATHERDAMN mudhole, as it were. Cum on, what's the hold-up in the back? Nobody wants a free crack at the champ? Somebody better nut up or we're gonna be waiting here all night.
Cairo shakes his head in disgust and disappointment before raising the mic to his lips.
Bobby Cairo: That's just as I thought--
"TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!"
Zach Davis: What the hell is this? Diablo Calzone and Maurice Zangles are answering The Godfather's call-out?!
Freddy Whoa: We haven't seen them since their failed ambush of the Saints a few weeks back. You know they want revenge against Cairo, and I'm sure they wouldn't mind getting their hands on that Worlds Championship, by hook or by crook.
Gravedigger: And look at this-- they've got BioWalker with them! Biohazard and T-Pain Walker are standing shoulder to shoulder with D-LO C-LO and King Zangles!
All four men are wearing TMNT Security tee shirts. D-LO C-LO wears the Ninja Turtle shell upon his back, while BioWalker wear their replica Tag Team Title belts. The crowd boos the intrusion to The Godfather's speech, though a "BI-O-WALK-ER!" chant does briefly break out amongst the smarks in attendance. The TMNT crew makes a beeline toward the ring, though Calzone and Zangles ultimately pull back before reaching the ring, leaving Bhaz and T-Pain to do their dirty work-- unbeknownst to the BioWalker members.
Biohazard is the first to reach the ring. He leaps onto the apron and springboards off the top rope, only to get snagged from the airways with that--
/AWW KY ROWWWW OUTTA NO-WYAH!!
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO! R-CAIRO! Bhaz just got R-CAIRO'd!!
T-Pain charges into the ring, trying to avenge his partner's death, but he gets hamstrung, jacked up and planted with that--
Gravedigger: SPINE-BUSTAH!! T-Pain Walker just got his spine busted!
Freddy Whoa: He got spine busted outta his boots!
T-Pain's boots lie next to his crumpled form upon the ring canvas, a plume of smoke lifting toward the rafters from inside each of them.
Zach Davis: Look at D-LO and Zangles, they're trying to get the jump on Bobby-- BUT NO HE THREATENS BOTH MEN WITH THAT R-CAIRO POSTURE!!
D-LO and Zangles slip off the apron after having narrowly avoided tasting the wrath of Bobby's itchy R-CAIRO fin-guh. They appear incensed as Bobby stands over the fallen BioWalker members with Worlds Championship firmly in his grasp.
Gravedigger: Nice try, boys, but it's gonna take a LOT more than that to catch A GawdFawtha offguard when he's on top of his game.
Freddy Whoa: Nevertheless, Bobby has gone from hunter to hunted. He waited nine years to regain that Worlds Championship and now that he has it, the bull's-eye is squarely on his chest.
Zach Davis: I'm not so sure that Bobby has a problem with that, Freddy.
Cairo taunts the members of TMNT Security, holding the ropes open for them and daring them to climb into the ring. "Killing in the Name" hits the PA system once again and the crowd gives up a cheer for their Worlds Champion.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
D-LO and Zangles slither up the ramp as Bobby climbs onto the turnbuckles once again to accept his due from the Loyal.
Zach Davis: It's time for the main event!
Freddy Whoa: This match is gonna be one for the ages, and can you believe that it's for the Internet Championship? This title's come a long way from my original home on Wednesday Night. Over the past few months it has seen some epic battles being fought over it and now look at it...being defended in the main event on Slam right after Timebomb?
Zach Davis: It's true, it's true. The Internet Championship has gone a long way and this match up between the champion, Dune, and his challenger, Alex Richards, is sure to raise the prestige of this title even further here tonight.
Gravedigger: Still a piece of crap championship. Ain't the World Championship.
Zach Davis: Always so negative Digger.
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins and Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile and a huge pop from the crowd. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears his rusty bed spring, or as he calls it hardcore title over his shoulder as a memorial to the days he was champion.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards has been on fire since his return. Winning Seth Lerch's XIII Interwebz Cluzterfuck and earning his right to face Dune for the Internet Championship.
Freddy Whoa: And that match was filled with slouches. We're talking Johnny Reb, Logan, Scarecrow...all names to be taken seriously.
Zach Davis: I'm sure our champion Dune has been taking this match completely seriously. He lives in the desert, you know? Eating triscuits and snake skin sandwiches.
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, with the Internet Championship held above his head, as the last burst of smoke issues. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
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.
Zach Davis: Dune is one of the hottest newcomers in the business today. He won that Internet Championship at Payback and he's been on fire ever since.
Freddy Whoa: That's not entirely true. Their was that little three on three debacle with The Pack where Scarecrow refused to work with Dune.
Zach Davis: There is some speculation on whether or not Scarecrow threw the match for The Pack and allowed them to get the pinfall over his teammate, but it has yet to be proven true or false. We'll leave that as it is.
Gravedigger: Am I the only one who sees the truth? Dune is a weak champion and he always blames his mistakes on other people.
Zach Davis: We'll find out in this match, won't we Digger?
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins. The two lock up in the center of the ring and Alex Richards pushes Dune toward the turnbuckle, using his superior bulk to weigh down the Internet Champion. He raises his hand up and chest slaps Dune, impacting him even through his tactical vest. Dune holds his chest as Alex throws his knee into Dune's gut, knocking him over. Alex brings that club of a right arm down on Dune's back and knocks him to his knees. Alex rushes Dune and goes for a knee to the head...
Freddy Whoa: Dune swerves!...
Zach Davis: And he catches Richards with a roll up!...
Zach Davis: Richards powers out and this one continues!
Richards climbs to his feet as Dune tries to take control of the match. Powerful right fist to Alex's noggin swaggers the monster, but he continues to stand. Stomp to the leg, but he keeps coming! Dune is throwing left after right into Alex Richards stomach, but he seemingly ignores every hit. Dune goes for a massive lariat, but Alex catches him in a full nelson and drops him with a full nelson bomb which shakes the entire ring. Alex rolls on Dune for the cover.
Zach Davis: Dune gets the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: But you know that did some damage! Dune's gotta find a way to take control of this match up!
Alex lifts Dune to his feet by his head and irish whips him into the ropes, but quickly brings him back with a knee to the gut. Dune doubles over, but Alex whips him again and hits him with the same knee to the gut! Dune doubles and Alex plants a stomp on his back that puts Dune back on his stomach. He lifts Dune up again and irish whips him to the ropes. Dune comes back and Alex swipes him with a lariat!...
Freddy Whoa: Dune ducks!
Zach Davis: The Archduke of Mass Confusion is confused!
Gravedigger: Dune just clobbered him from behind with a crushing axe handle!
Zach Davis: Richard's is on his knees now.
Dune brings his leg up and kicks Richards right in the back of the head and Richards falls to the mat. Dune quickly flips him over and hooks his leg.
Zach Davis: Richards with the shoulder up!
Freddy Whoa: These are quite frankly two very large men and it's going to take a lot more punishment from either of them to get the three count.
Gravedigger: Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll knock each other out. Right guys?
Dune lifts Richards up and hits him with a sharp right elbow to the face. Alex bounds back and Dune comes in heavy with his offense, knocking Richards through a loop and eventually off balance. Alex stumbles to the right as Dune brings up his right leg for a roundhouse kick...but Richards catches his leg and lifts Dune off of his feet. He brings him over his left shoulder and drops down to the mat with a shoulder backbreaker...but he doesn't let go of Dune. Instead he stands to his feet and begins clutching Dune's ribs and wrenching a submission hold!
Zach Davis: That over the shoulder backbreaker looked absolutely devestating. It doesn't matter how strong you are...if your back gives out, you give out. It's biology.
Freddy Whoa: Time and time again these superstars have defied the laws of science and gotten back up when they weren't supposed to. Something's telling me this won't be any different.
Gravedigger: It looks like Dune's about to tap...we could have a new Internet Champion!...
Alex is wrenching the hold as hard as he can...but Dune begins to wiggle around.
Crowd: LETS GO DUNE! LETS GO DUNE! LETS GO DUNE!
Dune breaks free and lands on his feet in the ring. Alex turns around as Dune unloads with a hard right that knocks Alex into the ropes. Dune falls to his knees and holds his back, and Alex uses the opportunity to close the distance and really fuck Dune's shit up...but Dune catches Alex underneath the legs and lifts the giant of a man clean off his feet and slams him hard into his right knee. Both men fall to the ground nursing their injured body parts. They both start to stand at the same time...
Zach Davis: Both competitors getting to their feet at a crawl!
Freddy Whoa: That move took a lot out of both of em. Sometimes a move can hurt you just as much as your opponent, and it's in those instances that the tide of the match can go either way.
Dune gets to his feet as Richards gets to his knees. Dune smashes him in the noggin with a hard right hook, a hard left! Alex is still coming! Dune and Alex start trading fists back and forth once more, but Dune unloads with a quick gut kick that pushes Alex away. Dune comes in with a flying forearm...but Alex catches him and drops Dune with a swing slam! They both crash to the mat and Alex lazily covers Dune.
Zach Davis: Dune get's that massive shoulder up again!
Freddy Whoa: He knocked Alex clean off of him that time!
Dune rolls to his feet, holding his back the entire time as Alex gets up and charges the champion. Dune hits his chest with a boot, knocking Dune into the ropes. Alex charges Dune and hits him around the midsection with a shoulder tackle and they both spill out of the ring and hit the floor below.
Zach Davis: This match was too big for the ring!
Freddy Whoa: They look like two trains that just collided!
Gravedigger: This is about to get bloody...and I like it!
Alex pulls himself up using the barricade and lifts Dune to his feet. He picks him up and hits the snake eyes off of the barricade. Dune hits the ground and moves towards Alex, who lifts him up again and snake eyes him off the steel steps. Dune crashes to the floor with his head now soaked in blood. Alex eyes light up at the sight of it, and he pulls Dune to his feet again. He picks him up and goes to shoulder slam him into the barricade, but Dune escapes and Alex crashes into the barricade himself. Dune begins stomping Alex who is now on the ground. Stomp to the shoulder! Arm! Head! Alex is crawling away from the wreckage, trying to get something going for himself.
Freddy Whoa: Alex can't get up. Dune is strategically laying stomps on Alex, and he can't seem to get any traction out there.
Dune lifts Alex to his feet and slams him into the barricade once again! Alex bounces off and Dune lifts him up and charges him into the announce table!
Gravedigger: Damn it! They just rebuilt this thing! Come on guys!
Alex is leaning against the announce table, holding his back as Dune unloads on him with chest chops! Each one reverberates throughout the arena and is quickly followed by crowd chants!
Crowd: WHOA! WHOA! WHOA!
Freddy Whoa: They're paying homage to one of the greats...Freddy Whoa!
Dune grabs Richards around the head and slams it into the announce table. It bounces off and now Richards has his own crimson mask to boot. Dune hits Alex in the chin. Alex comes back with an uppercut of his own, knocking Dune away. Dune charges Richards, but Alex ducks and sends him over with a hip toss! Dune lands on the table...but it remains in tact!
Gravedigger: OH GOD!
Zach Davis: That was close wasn't it?!
The announcers begin to clear out from the table as Richards climbs up after Dune.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Richards lifts Dune clean off his feet in a powerbomb position...he goes to drop him...but Dune starts wailing on his head with hard right fists, holding on to his neck for dear life. Richards falls and Dune lands on his feet...Dune almost loses balance on the table...but he recovers! Dune gets into position as Alex starts climbing to his feet! Dune lifts Alex...but an uppercut from Alex sends Dune reeling again!
Zach Davis: Oh my! What's going to happen?
Dune almost steps off the table again!...but Richards catches him by the vest and swipes him into the air, holding him above his head with a press slam! Alex drops him!...on the floor below!
Zach Davis: THE UNCONSCIOUS TRUTH OFF THE TABLE!
Gravedigger: Surprised he didn't go through the table!
Alex leaps off and hits Dune with an elbow drop on the way down!
The announcers go back to sit in their chairs...and the table collapses in front of them.
Zach Davis: Damn...that's just damn.
Richards lifts Dune to his feet and slides him into the ring. He slowly crawls in after him and goes for the cover.
Freddy Whoa: We could have a new champion...
Zach Davis: DUNE WITH THE SHOULDER UP!
Gravedigger: Wait, how did Dune kick out of that?!
Richards is as equally shocked! He lifts Dune and drags him to the turnbuckle. Quick right hand to Dune's neck and Dune is dazed! Alex lifts him to the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him!
Zach Davis: Oh god!
But Dune punches Alex in the gut and Alex steps down. Another punch to Alex's head from Dune and Alex bounds back. Dune climbs to the top rope and drops down with a dropkick to Alex's head and they both crash to the mat! Alex stands to his feet, as does Dune, and Alex goes for a quick lariat...but Dune ducks! Dune trips Alex's legs up...
Zach Davis: QUICKSAND!
Freddy Whoa: Dune has that move locked in tight!
Dune wrenches the submission on Alex's torso, pulling back as hard as he can...but Alex starts crawling! Alex crawls a few inches and Dune wrenches even harder...The crowd starts to stomp their feet as Alex moves closer and closer to the ropes. The stomps grow louder and louder as Alex is now an inch away from the rope. Dune wrenches harder...
Zach Davis: This could be it!
Alex's hand is over the rope. The stomps get louder and louder. Alex grabs the rope to a huge pop from the crowd. The ref forces Dune to relent on the hold. He lets go but pursues Alex anyways, clubbing and stomping away at the small of his back as he attempts to climb to his feet. Alex uses the ropes to stand...but Dune grabs him around the torso and hits the German suplex...but Alex holds on to the ropes with one arm and Dune falls backwards instead. As Dune sits up, Alex crashes his boot directly into the champion's face!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a shot!
Gravedigger: Dune has to be seeing stars now!
Alex falls down on the Dune man and covers him for the three.
Zach Davis: Dune got his foot on the rope. Alex was an inch away from being the new Internet Champion!
Freddy Whoa: Alex has Dune around the head! He's gonna take him to school!
Richards whips Dune into the turnbuckle, but Dune reverses it and catches Alex with an uppercut in the corner. Dune lifts Richards up to the top turnbuckle and climbs up after him...but Richards catches him in the head with a hard right fist, knocking Dune through a loop. Richards grabs Dune and pulls him up to the top rope after him...
Zach Davis: Oh god, what's he gonna do?
Richards put Dune's head between his legs and lifts him up into a powerbomb position. He leaps off and drops Dune on his knees with the lungblower!
Zach Davis: SANITY SLIPS! RICHARDS CONNECTS!
As they hit the mat, the ring collapses beneath them, and everything comes crashing down around them.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
They lay like this for a good minute before Alex starts to recover. He covers Dune as the ref comes to.
Freddy Whoa: We could have a new champion!...
Zach Davis: HE DID IT! ALEX RICHARDS IS THE NEW INTERNET CHAMPION!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! What a match! I'm absolutely speechless! What an episode of Sunday Night Slam! This show was pay per view quality! An instant classic! And it ends with Richard's hand held high as the NEW Internet Champion!
Alex starts to celebrate as someone hands him the Internet Championship! He holds it up high for the world to see! Dune begins to stir as Alex turns around. The crowd goes deathly silent as Dune gets to his feet, holding his head and his back. The two stare at each other, wondering what's going to happen...Dune moves towards Richards...they shake hands to a huge pop from the crowd!
Zach Davis: What a show! What a show of respect from the former Internet Champion! Thank you for joining us for this edition of Sunday Night Slam!
Gravedigger: Is Dune gonna pull a Joey Flash? Fourth Title change of the night!
Dune holds Richards' hand high in the air.
Freddy Whoa: What a show of class.
Zach Davis: And the show ain't ever yet, folks.
The lights in the arena drop to black, on the Jumbotron video of the Pantheon in Rome is shown. It is all broken down, every pillar knocked down. Shadowy figures in fast forward rebuild it to better than before standards. One of the figures rush toward the bottom of the Jumbotron and a spotlight hits the stage, showing Corey Black standing there. He's wearing black dress pants, a black suit jacket, black business shirt under that and a white tie over the business shirt, but tucked into the jacket itself. Black and white Chuck Taylors on his feet, he's not entirely classy. Corey walks down to the ring to the most thunderous ovation in the history of the universe. He slides in and calls for a mic. A microphone is granted.
Corey Black: For a long, long time, Pantheon has been a broken unit. We lost Jeff Purse and Steve Orbit, we have essentially lost Jonny Fly and well - what has been happening with Jayson and I is pretty obvious. When I joined Pantheon, it wasn't because they asked me. No, I asked them if I could lend a hand and build the future of WCF. My time is and was very much done. Not that I can't beat the ass of basically every person on the roster.. its that I can't consistently do it. I am a busy guy, WCF has treated me well for most of my life. Such a weird thing to say. I've been associated with this company for more of my years on this planet than not. Hence why I went to Kid Phantasm and Jonny Fly, I wanted to preserve this place for when I stepped back. And it worked like a charm. Pantheon went on, I let them have the spotlight and helped out when they needed me to. That's what someone who cares for WCF does.
Crowd politely claps.
Corey Black: And this is why it is now my job to rebuild Earth's Mightiest Wrestling Stable. I looked at this roster we had and had to pick who would be the next crop of greats. It wasn't easy. I didn't ask many. In fact, I wasn't turned down at all. That says a whole lot about their faith in me and in themselves. This is exactly what I look for in members of Pantheon. They may not be the very best right now, but in a short time, you will not be able to have a WCF main event without a member of Pantheon in it. Just as it was, so it will be. Allow me to introduce you to the first member of the resurrected Pantheon - no it isn't BioWalker- it's JAYSON. PRICE.
A collective gasp comes over the crowd as Jayson Price steps out onto the stage. He walks down to the ring, up the steps and then steps through the ropes to a handshake from Corey Black.
Jayson Price: Now it's no secret that Corey and I have our issues with each other. We've had a mutual dislike for each other since I started here in WCF and with our personalities it's likely that he and I will be trading jabs until one of us retires or dies. But, as much as I hate this son of a bitch, I still respect him.
Black nods his head in approval.
Jayson Price: Now don't get all sappy, it's just a tiny bit of respect. I still think you're all elbows and flippy shit and that you're one Pricebuster away from needing a nurse to change you, grandpa.
No more nodding in approval, Black is now pointing to his elbow and telling Price he could knock him out right now. Price smiles and continues on.
Jayson Price: But the respect that I have for Corey Black is based on the knowledge of this business that he has. He's been doing this since the Millennium, almost exclusively for WCF except for that brief period in IWF that nobody wants to remember, and if there is anyone that can spot talent it's him. After all, if it wasn't for Corey Black, there would never have been a Jayson Price in Pantheon. There would have never been Jayson Price versus Jonny Fly at XIII and no World Title reign for me.
A "COREY BLACK" chant starts up as Price pauses to let Black acknowledge it.
Jayson Price: Now I know that I've been busy trying to plan XIII and that we haven't exactly been keeping in touch much while you were doing this recruiting, but I trust whoever it is that you've brought on. So what's say we get this show on the road.
Price flips the microphone back to Black.
Corey Black: While it wasn't my favorite thing ever, the battles Jayson and I shared fortified this team. We know where we stand, we know each other better, and we can lead the new members of Pantheon with level heads. Well, hopefully level heads. Now for the meat and potatoes of this whole mess. The next member of Pantheon is - don't call him Cory because that's my name, it's The Scarecrow!
Another gasp from the crowd, then cheering. Out from the back comes relative newcomer The Scarecrow, an extra little pep in his step. He slides on into the ring and accepts the microphone from Corey Black. Jayson Price smiles and claps along his approval.
Scarecrow: Why do this? Why join Pantheon? To save lives. Oblivion has murdered innocents in my name, to gain my attention. To set himself up with a new stage to play upon. Because that’s what IT does. It chooses it’s targets carefully, with patience. Searching for an elusive new world IT can vivisect and dismantle; live on air, because he’s a showman, a desperate soul that wants the limelight and the greasepaint. All the fun of the fair, intermixed with blood and filth. Would IT have murdered that Woman If I been with Pantheon? No, because a straight up coward like Oblivion is a vermin scurrying in the shadows; he picks on the stays, and the outcasts. I can’t afford to be that man anymore, because there’s innocent blood spilled in my name because of it. Signing up with Pantheon takes my name off the board. You all need to know the truth. Because the truth of it all is easy to understand; nobody fucks with Pantheon. We are an army now; we are dedicated and we are tenacious. You mess with one? You mess with all. And that, is something nobody can survive. Not an Oblivion. Not a Seth Lerch. Not even an Allfather. This company, this world that we inhabit? The doomsday clock just moved; it’s seconds to midnight now. Just time for one last inhale of breath, one last glance at a loved one. We’re on the precipice of the end, and only those that stand before you now can avert the tide.
Scarecrow Exchanges smiles with the other members of Pantheon. This is their stage now.
Scarecrow: We are Pantheon. We shall silence the calls of Armageddon. We shall end the path of counterfeit Kings, and the cries of false Saints. We will break the backs of the deceitful and allow those with good heart and worthy purpose to flourish. We shall be benevolent with our power, but terrible with our vengeance. We are the alpha and the omega of this land; know the faces of your saviors. Bow before them if you wish. Yet we do not crave your servitude, only your respect. But if respect is not given? Then we shall take it from you, ripped from your dead hands if necessary. The choice is a simple one; If you heed our words, if you understand and agree with their purpose, then you are welcome to compete against us in fair competition. But if you do not? Then you face us all. The tide of Kings has arrived. The age of the Monarchy of violence. I am King Murder, these are my brothers and sister. My equals, my mentors, my friends. This is the first day of the new Pantheon. Your kings have arisen. Order born from chaos. Now, bring forth the monster, the vermin know as Oblivion, so that I might burn this fucking abomination to death once and for all; and leave it’s keeper, a shriveling, wailing fool, at feet of the future.
Finished, Scarecrow hands Corey Black the mic and they engage in a handshake.
Corey Black: I wasn't kidding when I said I went out and got the future of WCF. I look at Scarecrow here and I see a loner that didn't really need us. He is me thirteen years ago, he doesn't like being told what to do or how to do anything. But he accepted the offer and I'm elated to be able to help him in his journey just as he will help us with ours. That's the thing about Pantheon - we don't have a 'leader.' I don't ever want anyone to assume I'm ranked any higher than either of these men in the ring. Pantheon treats everyone as equal. We intertwine ourselves to make the group as a whole, and us as individuals better. That being said, the next member of Pantheon -
Suddenly, Corey Black is cut off by "Cynics & Critics" by Icon for Hire! The crowd pops and then kinda fades into confusion as spotlights hit stairways in the audience, standing at a different part of the arena is Chelsea Armstrong, Jay Omega and Alex Richards - collectively known as The Pack. Inside the ring, the members of Pantheon sort of huddle up as The Pack make their way down to the ring, hopping the barricade and standing up onto the apron. Jayson Price breaks from the huddle only to be held by the wrist by Corey Black, who pulls him back in. Scarecrow steps to the side in case a foot is about to fly to Jayson's head - it isn't. A microphone flies to Corey Black's mouth.
Corey Black: Allow me to introduce you to the rest of Pantheon - Armstrong, Richards and Omega - The Pack...theon!
Massive pop the likes have never been heard, outdoing the one from earlier. The Pack, now Pantheon, all step into the ring and shake hands with Corey and Crow, but each member is dissed by Price. Corey walks over and puts a hand on Jayson's shoulder, whispering something into is ear as he passes the microphone to Chelsea.
Chelsea Armstrong: To say this comes as a bigger surprise to anyone but me might be a lie, but then again it was merely weeks ago when I was presented with this interesting proposition. I know a lot of people will see this action as an act of betrayal or simply being a coward but no one will truly understand my situation. Pantheon will send me to heights I haven't yet been able to grasp since I've been in WCF, they will give me more than anyone else ever could. But don't think this was an easy situation for me, it's been no secret that I haven't seen eye to eye with Pantheon since I joined this place but when you see the accomplishments they have racked up and the prestige that comes with that name...it's too good to pass up. So when I was then told that they were interested in my brothers...it then became clear of the decision I was to make. The Pack was to get an upgrade, we were going to be more powerful than anyone could have ever imagined! Pantheon has given us that opening, we are Pantheon...and this is only the beginning.
She hands the mic to Alex Richards.
Alex Richards: People are gonna say I joined Pantheon because the Blue Lady and the Omega are in. And it's true! People are gonna say I joined Pantheon because I wanted to see if I could drink my liver dead by getting hammered with Jayson Price. And it's true! People say if you want to be a real champion... if you want to be real elite... if you want to be one of the greats around here you join Pantheon! And that... that... is absolutely true! And the biggest reason I joined Pantheon! You guys remember how excited I was when I thought I could get in Pantheon by teaming with Jeff Purse? How excited do you think I am now... when I'm a real member! Only one way to show you... YOLO ADRIAN! I GOT IT! BOOOOOOOOOOOOM! I didn't do that all week saving it for this moment!
Alex passes off to Jay Omega, big smile on his face.
Jay Omega: First of all, hot damn, I did not see this coming. This is a plot twist straight out of an M. Night Shamammallama movie! Only less retarded. Now, it wasn't all that long ago the three of us were laying the smack down on Corey Black and Jonny Fly backstage, now we're standing here, all buddy-buddy. Some of you are gonna call us hypocrites, I know. But those same people don't understand the nature of this business, and they clearly didn't listen to what the Pack had to say back when we were first drawn together. I recall an impossibly handsome bastard saying that we were the next wave of legends, that we would do whatever was necessary to cement our names in the minds of the people. And when the greatest wrestling stable in the world's greatest wrestling promotion offers you the chance do to just that, you don't say no. You say "habba, habba, habba, okay!" What you see before you, are all the elements of the dynasty of the future. What you see before you is Pantheon, stronger than ever.
Jay Omega tosses the microphone back to Corey Black, just to switch up all the handoffs.
Corey Black: Here you have an already built team, and you're adding it in to Pantheon. To say these three aren't ready to break the glass ceiling and take over the main event is an understatement. The performances week in and week out speak for themselves. They know each other almost as well as I know Price, a well oiled machine capable of getting the job done in any combination you can put them in. Alone, tag, six man and woman, it doesn't matter. The heart and soul of Pantheon will be these three individuals. Jayson, Crow and I are the odd men out, oddly enough - but in due time it'll be a smooth six person wrecking crew. In theory, The Pack simply evolved. The next level has been achieved - they, along with Jayson Price, The Scarecrow and myself - are Pantheon.
Stewing the entire time and now angered, Jayson Price drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring as the "Mysterious Pantheon Theme" plays across the arena. The five members of Pantheon inside the ring soak in the cheers from the crowd. Corey Black can be seen mouthing 'he will be okay' to everyone in the ring, stopping at Chelsea and conversing with her just a but longer considering the history the three share. Nevertheless, Pantheon has reformed - potentially stronger than ever.
Zach Davis: What have we just seen? Do you have anything to add, Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: ...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Seth stumbles through the back, half empty bottle of 151 in his hand.
Zach Davis: Guess he found another one...
Seth stumbles towards a coffin. A coffin that is, bizarrely, sitting backstage at a wrestling show, in the middle of the backstage environment. The coffin is locked, and we can still hear banging, as if someone is fighting to get out from inside of it.
Zach Davis: ICE is STILL locked in that coffin!
There is a padlock overtop of the coffin, which is wrapped in chains, making absolutely sure no one could escape. Seth drunkenly pulls a key out of his pocket and... drops it. He picks it up and tries getting it into the keyhole like an anal virgin ramming his dick into a dry asshole, until finally it clicks and slips inside. Seth turns the key. Instantly, the door bursts open, chains flying to the sides. ICE sits up, enraged.
ICE Beckman: What the FUCK!?
ICE turns towards Seth, hatred in his eyes.
ICE Beckman: You fucking IDIOT. Why would you let me out!?
Seth stumbles back as ICE steps out of the coffin.
Seth Lerch: ICE! Wait... wait.
ICE doesn't wait. He keeps advancing.
Seth Lerch: WAIT!, goddamnit. Have you talked to that bitch Chelsea Armstrong lately?
ICE stops for a second.
Seth Lerch: You want to know why the fuck I'd let you out!? I've got bigger problems than you, ICE. Take a fucking look.
Seth motions towards a monitor. ICE turns to see Chelsea Armstrong celebrating in the ring with the likes of Corey Black as the Mysterious Pantheon Theme is playing.
Seth Lerch: ICE Age or the Era of Pantheon? WCF doesn't win either way. But my money is on ICE over these assholes any day.
Slam fades out as Seth backs away for ICE, simply watching the monitor as Pantheon celebrates in the ring.