Master of Puppets hits.
Gravedigger: We're starting Slam off with our glorious leader, Seth Lerch!
The lights dim, and the Jumbotron reads...
KING OF XIII
Zach Davis: Oh good God.
A visibly battered and bruised Seth Lerch hobbles onto the stage, aided by a set of standard issue crutches. He’s flanked by on either side by several, “Medical personal”, who look suspiciously like developmental jobbahs in medical scrubs. One of the scrubs wheels along an oxygen tank and hands Seth a mask. Seth snatches the mask from the Med’s grasp and deeply breaths in. His venomous lungs sucking on the precious gas. The Personal fireman carry Seth into the ring and Hand him back his crutches and an accompanying microphone.
CROWD: YOU FUCKING SUCK! YOU FUCKING SUCK! YOU FUCKING SUCK!
Seth smiles, he puts the gas mask to his face and breaths in deep, smiling he does so.
Seth Lerch: Yes, I do suck. And it tastes of Victory.
OFF THE CHARTS HEAT for Lerch as he smiles, bruised cheek bones reveal chipped teeth.
Seth Lerch: Last Friday night at the ECW arena a God, a man, and a goombah stepped into a nightmare and walked out a dream. A sweet smelling dream. A dream that could re-thaw an ICE AGE if it wanted to. A dream that carries on it’s soaring wings the promise of restored order to this, the most hallowed of grounds. The cornerstone of humanity itself. Seth Lerch’s Dub..Cee..Eff.
Seth Lerch: Before I talk about me, let's talk about YOU. You boo me, yet you still brought MY tickets. To MY arena. You watch the show, on MY network ($8.88 A month)You still buy MY merchandise (talent still get a very generous 15 per cent per shirt). You still eat MY hot dogs. And troll me on MY web site. That makes you, all the very definition of the term: hypocrite.
Seth Lerch: No, no, seriously. I can wait.
Seth Lerch: You know what?! I CAN'T wait. As you saw during my entrance, I've now become something even more impressive than the WCF World Champion. I've surpassed the great Bobby Cairo. I've certainly surpassed every member of Pantheon. I've become... THE KING OF XIII!
Massive heat, once more.
Seth Lerch: I may look weak now, but at XIII, I was a GOD. And I was a God that smote the unworthy. If any of you can afford an iDroid I suggest you punch it in right now and check out the accompanying picture of one, Cory Scarecrow.
CROWD: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
Seth Lerch: See, I know now why you cheer him, because you UNDERSTAND him. Just like you, he feels entitled. Just like you, he rages, against what we don’t know. Just like you, he bites the hand that feeds him. Just like you, he is TRODDEN UPON BY HIS BETTERS.
Massive heat for this.
Seth Lerch: Just like you all right now, in this arena. He’s watching me, and seeing HIS BETTER. The man that pinned the Scarecrow.
Seth takes a big gulp of air from the tank.
Seth Lerch: Roll...MY...victory!
We see the last few moments form the match; the powerbomb, the lift, the pin.
Seth Lerch: Play it again.
Powerbomb. Lift. Pin.
Seth Lerch: And AGAIN.
Powerbomb. Lift. Pin.
Seth Lerch: AGAIN! AGAIN!
“I FOUGHT THE LAW...AND THE LAW WON!”
As the clash tune continues on, Scarecrow and Roxxi Chainsaw appear on stage dressed in civilian clothes. Crow looks battered, but focused. Roxxi blows some gum and smiles. That grin could kill giants. Probably has.
Seth whispers to one of his Medical staff, who promply jumps out of the ring and into the jeering crowd.
Seth Lerch takes a big gulp of air from the mask.
Seth Lerch: You’re...not...BOOKED!
Scarecrow says nothing. Crow and Roxxi circle the ring as the music continues to play. Sizing up the jobbahs.
Seth Lerch: You’re nothing but a THUG! Last night, I made your nightmare MY reality. Last night...
Scarecrow jumps onto the apron and into the ring.
The Jobbahs circle Seth. Scarecrow smiles.
Seth Lerch: The match is over. You have Explosion to think about. You don’t need to do this!
Scarecrow nods his head.
Seth Lerch: Yes! You know I’m right! You don’t.
He wasn’t nodding at Lerch.
Roxxi ATTACKS the Jobbahs with STEEL CHAIR! CRRRRRRACK! Skulls are quickly and efficiently split open as the medical staff fall like dominos. Roxxi saves one for Crow, who hits the MURDER OF CROWS!
CROWD: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
Seth Lerch: I...I have a condition.
HITS SETH WITH THE MURDER OF CROWS!
Seth is CONVULSING on the mat. Crow calmly leans down and grabs the microphone.
Scarecrow: Last Friday, I lost my match. I lost on Friday. Then I got up on Saturday. Now on Sunday? The Machine FIXES things.
CROWD: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
Scarecrow: See Seth, looking at your busted azz body on the mat, popping around like a jelly bean. I suddenly get to remind myself why I love my job. It’s moments like these. These precious, awe inspiring moments. Moments you just want to share with the world.
Scarecrow take out his iDroid and films Seth writhing around in agony.
Scarecrow: Smile at the camera, BITCH. I SAID SMILE!
Scarecrow kicks Seth over and over. Stomps a mud-hole in him.
Scarecrow: No security, Seth. Took care of them earlier. What did you think would happen Seth after the chamber? Did you think this would be settled? That this would be over? Odin Balfore had you pin me. Know what that means in MY WORLD? He knew. It means you’re a legitimate target. It means you’re azz is dead. You signed the contract. You’re a wrestler now, in the trenches again. Not an owner who can lawer up an sue me. See, that dog don’t hunt no more. But I do, I’m the hunter an you are the quarry. Every Slam, for the rest of your natural fucking life. Every slam, can be SCARECROW’S SLAM. Get used to pissing your pants and looking over your shoulder, that’s your new normality, for a VERY LONG TIME.
With Oden on our side hits, Balfore runs down the ramp and hits the ring, charges past a startled Roxxi and wraps his large Norse hand around Scarecrow’s throat! Crow follows suit, out to hit the Crowbreaker. But Odin is quick, lifting Crow up for the Ragnarok.
Crow counters like lightening. Bringing his knee up for a blistering jiu jitsu attack, catching the move clean under Odin’s chin! Dazing him! Crow follows this up with a MURDER OF CROWS OUTTA NOWHERE! Odin hits the mat, knocked out!
CROWD: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Roxxi hands row a steel chair. Scarecrow looks at the downed Odin, lifts the chair up, thinks about it.
CROWD: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
Crow freeze, drops the chair and picks up the microphone.
Scarecrow: You’re not worth shit, Odin Balfore. When you wake up, I want you to remember this moment. You’re not as fast as me. You’re not as strong as me. You won because you dreamed you could be Robert Cairo. But you? You’re no Robert Cairo. The better half of the thickness holds a strap you will NEVER KNOW AGAIN. Look at you, just an old fool who got lucky. Had a shot of adrenaline, because he saw his name in lights and it made him feel young again. Tell me now, Odin, tell me, how young do you feel now?
Scarecrow puts the microphone to Odin’s face. Nothing.
Scarecrow: Time ran out, Odin. It always does. It ran out for that poor girl you watch die next to dipshit here (points at Seth) And it’s gonna run out for you at explosion. Your career is over Balfore, but the nightmare? It’s only just begun.
Scarecrow drops the microphone as he leaves the ring with Roxxi to the sounds of the clash’s, “I fought the law”
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Gravedigger: Scarecrow just attacked an injured man! As far as I'm concerned, Seth is still the King of XIII!
From outside the ring, Seth, barely conscious, has grabbed a mic.
Seth Lerch: HEY... HEY CROW!
Seth can barely speak.
Seth Lerch: NIGHTMARE, huh?! Was the Nightmare Chamber not enough for you? You think Explosion will be Odin's nightmare?! It'll be yours, Crow. Because at Explosion... I'M DECLARING MYSELF THE SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE!
BOOING from the crowd. Crow and Roxxi are unphased.
Zach Davis: What a twist!
Freddy Whoa: The stakes at Explosion have just been raised, as have the odds... and not in favor of the Scarecrow.
Zach Davis: Welcome to another explosive episode of Sunday Night Slam! I'm Zach Davis sitting here with my broadcast partners, my thick nigguh Freddy Whoa and the always “entertaining” Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: What the hell's that supposed to mean Zach?
Zach Davis: You always giving me shit, so I had to bust ya chops ya muddfukkin we...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Our opening match is kicking off!
Final Countdown hits the PA as Lazer Johnson Runs out onto the stage and down the ramp, hihgh fiving and embracing the fans and especially the kids. Lazer jogs up the steps, and jumps over the top rope and rushes towards the opposite corner and cheers on his loving fans
Zach Davis: Here comes new signee Lazer Johnson and the crowd seems to be behind him already!
Freddy Whoa: They love him!
Zach Davis: He has a story the crowd can get behind. He was a local circuit legend but he's been out of action for over a decade due to a near crippling neck injury. He's lucky to walk again, let alone be in a wrestling ring! We're lucky to have him here in WCF!
Gravedigger: I hate him.
Traditional Middle Eastern music begins to play. A spotlight illuminates the stage. As a heavy drumbeat cuts into the music, four gorgeous women in camo shorts and halter tops step through the curtain, each carrying an orange-tipped plastic AK-47, and make a show of "securing" the immediate area. The lyrics begin, a rhythmic flow of rhymes unintelligible to anyone not fluent in Arabic. Jahani al-Reb emerges onto the stage, where he makes a brief show of loosening up neck and shoulders as the women close in to flank him.
Without wasting a moment more, al-Reb makes his way down the ramp, pointedly ignoring the crowd. Two of his personal guard hop onto the apron and pull down the middle rope as Jahani climbs in. A third removes his satin robe and other accoutrements, while the fourth gives his shoulders a quick rubdown. The ladies exit while al-Reb leans across the ropes, his back to the ring, taunting a couple of fans at random.
Zach Davis: That's the lecherous Jahani Al-Reb! What's the deal with the mask Freddy?
Freddy Whoa: My sources tell me either it's because he suffered some kind of hideously disfiguring injury to his face...either that or he's just tired of his ugly as shit mug.
Gravedigger: I always say never trust a man wearing a mask.
Mad Man” Hits the PA ssystem as smoke and sparks fill the entrance way. The Mad Man walks out onto the stage, punching and slapping himself in the head to psyche himself up. The crow chants “ Mad Man” as Kyle Steel introduces him.
Kyle Steel: From Cleveland, Ohio. Standing five foot ten inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and ninety pounds.. The Cleveland Mad Man !!
The Mad Man walks up the steel steps and into the ring, posing in front of a large “ M “ that flares up in fireworks.
Zach Davis: Louis Bartkowski! The Cleveland Mad Man!
Freddy Whoa: Thickest dropkick in da bidnezz today!
Gravedigger: Thickest skull in the business...Fuck this wannabe crackuh ass jobbuh.
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system. Tyler Walker emerges from the back with white pyros at the entrance. He's wearing his black and gold letterman jacket with "TW" embroidered in the front, "TY WALKER" on the back. He's also wearing black shades, a white tank top and his black shorts with "TW" written around the belt line. Black boots and has his wrists taped.
Zach Davis: Tyler Walker! That's my man, right there! T-PAIN BAE!
As he's about to walk down the ramp, “Breakdown” by Biohazard begins to play and Bhaz walks out on the stage.
Zach Davis: And his best friend Bhaz!
Freddy Whoa: That's the most innocent friendship in the WCF today. They may have had their problems leading up to One, but they worked them out like real men do. Like Thick men.
Gravedigger: How are they gonna be best friends when the bell rings huh? This ain't no tag team match and those two fruitcakes need to figure this one out real fast.
Tpain and bhaz walk down to the ring together hand in hand waving to the fans like best friends do. They slide into the ring and the referee calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: Here we go!
Freddy Whoa: Bartkowski and Walker lock up!
Zach Davis: Bhaz hits Bartkowski in the neck and now they're double teaming him!
Tpain hits Bartkowski in the face with a knee. Meanwhile, new fan favorite lazer johnson is approaching al reb. Reb goes for some funky ass lariat but Lazer dodges it, bounces off the ropes and knocks him down with a dropkick!
Zach Davis: Nice move by Lazer Johnson! Expert precision like a true wrestler!
Lazer johnson sees what tpain and bhaz are doing to Bartkowski. He runs across the ring as bhaz turns and eats a crossbody from Lazer! Bhaz goes down and tpain turns his attention to Lazer. Tpain wails Lazer across the head with a hard right hook and Lazer hits the mat. Tpain turns back around to Bartkowski and eats a spinebuster! Tpain hits the mat hard as Al Reb clocks Bartkowksi in the back of the head. Bartkowski goes down on his knees and Al Reb clumsily bounces off the ropes and does a botched knee to the face. Bartkowski sells it like the good businessman he is and hits the mat! Al reb drops down with an elbow drop and goes for the cover on Bartkowski!
Zach Davis: Broken up by Lazer!
Lazer Johnson picks Al Reb up and whips him to the turnbuckle. Bartkowski stands to his feet and assist whips Lazer into Al Reb and Lazer plows right through him! Lazer ends up on the outside apron and springs off the ropes and plants on Al Reb with a crossbody! He rolls up his legs in one clean motion and goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: Broken up by Bartkowski!
Freddy Whoa: Hey, they might have to help each other, but they both want to win! Sorry Lazer!
Bartkowski shrugs at Lazer as they both lock up going for some friendly competition! Lazer gets Bartkowski in a headlock hold, but tpain and bhaz cut them out with a leg chop and a spinning wheel kick respectively. Lazer and Bartkowski hit the mat in a heap as bhaz climbs to the top turnbuckle. Tpain picks Bartkowski up off the mat and holds him in place as bhaz leaps on him with a mushroom stomp! Bartkowski falls to the mat as Lazer climbs to his feet using the ropes...
Zach Davis: Lazer's outnumbered!
Tpain reaches for lazer, but Lazer dips under his arm...but bhaz is waiting on the other side. He kicks Lazer in the back of the leg, giving him a stinger in his calf! Lazer falls to the mat holding the back of his leg!
Zach Davis: What a disgusting move by bhaz! I thought he was one of the good guys!
Bhaz falls down next to lazer
bhaz: im sorry lazer! Im so sorry!
Tpain grabs bhaz and asks him what the heck he's doing? Bhaz apologizes for his indiscretion and the two start planting stomp after stomp on lazer! Bartkowski's had enough! He runs off the ropes and nails tpain...
Zach Davis: BEST DROPKICK IN THE BUSINESS TODAY! HE HITS TPAIN WITH IT!
Tpain hits the mat as bhaz turns to face Bartkowski! Bhaz charges with a lariat!...
Zach Davis: Bartkowski ducks it!
Freddy Whoa: A spinebuster to bhaz!
Gravedigger: Wait look!...
Al reb comes up behind Bartkowski with a low blow! Bartkowski falls down holding his thick!...
Zach Davis: Oof.
Next al-Reb grabs Biohazard...
Freddy Whoa: WRATH OF ALLAH!
Jahani pins B-Haz.
Gravedigger: And there you have it!
The smoke clears! Lazer and Bartkowski are about to exit the ring as Al reb, tpain, and bhaz all attack them from behind. Lazer and Bartkowski hit the mat hard and the three start planting stomp after stomp on any surface they can find!
Zach Davis: WHAT'S GOING ON?! THE MATCH IS OVER DAMN IT! THIS IS SICK!
Freddy Whoa: SOMEBODY PUT A STOP TO THIS PLEASE!!!
DEE DEE DEE DA DEE DEE!
“GO GO POWER RANGERS” starts blaring throughout the arena as BIG TRAIN comes out on the ramp to a huge crowd POP!
Zach Davis: ITS BIG TRAIN! MY MAN!
Gravedigger: WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING OUT HERE?!
Freddy Whoa: HE GOT HIS POWER RANGERS LEOTARD ON! THAT LOOK LIKE A MASTUH-DAWN TO ME!
BIG TRAIN: BEEP BEEP!
Train runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Al reb comes at him and eats a clothesline and slides out of the ring. Tpain and bhaz go for a double clothesline, but BIG TRAIN ducks underneath their arms and turns around. Tpain and bhaz turn to face him!...
BIG TRAIN: BEEP BEEP! ALL ABOARD BIG TRAIN!
Train runs at them and plows through them both with a SPEAR! They both hit the mat and slide out next to Al Reb! The three of them all point and shout at the ring as Train starts to help Lazer and Bartkowski to their feet. Lazer and Bartkowski shout back as the scene fades to black.
We see Katherine Phoenix warming up for her debut match in her locker room; she finishes her routine of stretches and pushes her door open. On the way out of her room, she collides with a man in a baseball cap, cap pulled down covering most of his face who scurries aside.
Man: Sorry sorry!!!
Katherine Phoenix: Watch yourself idiot.
She feints a right hand toward him and he cowers away, she turns and walks away with a triumphant smile. The camera remains on the man who pulls the baseball cap up to reveal Joey Flash stood with his own triumphant smile; he pushes the door of her locker room open and steps inside.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a six-man tag team match.
The arena lights go out as “This Means War” by Avenged Sevenfold hits the speakers. The lights flicker on and off in tune with the drums for the first thirty seconds of the song as Hayden Haggard steps past the curtain. Hayden stands on the stage with his arms spread and his head down until the song picks up then he forcefully drops them and makes his way to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds and standing at six foot, one inch. HAAYYDEEEN..... HAAAAGGGGAARRRDDDD!
At ringside, Haggard removes his aviator sunglasses and his bandana before tossing them into the crowd. He climbs the steps slowly the steps between the ropes. He spreads his arms again and circles the ring, screaming “This means war!” along with the song.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds and standing at six foot, four inches. From Rock City, JIIIIIMMMMYYYYYY.... WWWWIIICKKKKEEEEDDDD!!!
“Tom Sawyer” by Rush hits the speakers in the arena, and Jimmy Wicked bounces out to the stage, playing air guitar in time to the music. He heads down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans and having a great time. When he gets to the ring, Wicked slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, playing to the crowd and hitting the air guitar solo, he turns to face the stage with a big grin.
Kyle Steel: Their tag team partner, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds and standing at five foot, eleven inches. From Concord, New Hampshire.... GAAARREEETTTT..... WWWRRRIIIIIGGHHTTTTT!!!!
The light gets 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 opponents.
Kyle Steel: And now their opponents. Introducing first from the deepest pits of your worst nightmare, standing at six foot and three inches, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, THE DDDAAARRRKKK PPPRRRIIINNNCCCEEE!!!!
A high pitched scream of a woman and the lights go out. You hear the sound of wind and when the lights come back on The Dark Prince is standing in the ring staring at the WCF cameras.
Kyle Steel: His tag team partner, from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in at one hundred and thirty four pounds and standing at five foot, weight inches...... KAAATTHHHEEEERRRIIINNNEEE PHOENIX!!!!!
The house lights go down as colourful lights start flashing all around the arena. “Storytime” by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowd’s energy. Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time to check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth whilst waiting for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: Now introducing their tag team partner. Weighing in at three hundred and ten pounds, and standing at six foot eight inches. He has no home to speak of..... MMMAAAAADDDDOOOOXXXXXX!!!!!
The lights go out as “The Night” by Disturbed begins to play over the speakers. Maddox walks out as a blue hue fills the arena. He stops at the stage and stares at the ring for a second, pops his neck with just a quick jerk of his head, then begins to walk to the ring. The closer he gets to the ring the brighter the arena becomes, yet still having a blue hue. He uses the middle rope to pull himself up onto the apron. He stands on the apron and looks at the referee before he enters. Once entering the ring he takes off his blue and black flannel and beanie, and passes them off to Kyle Steel with his back turned to his opponents.
Zach Davis: This match is about to get started.
In one corner, Maddox is attempting to intimidate Dark Prince and Phoenix, pointing at both to get to the corner. Phoenix starts to move towards Maddox, but Dark Prince pulls her back. As Maddox turns to face his opponent, Dark Prince puts his index finger to his mouth and whispers “Shhh”.
Freddy Whoa: Tension already forming between Prince, Phoenix and Maddox.
Zach Davis: If they’re not too careful, it may cost them the match.
Hayden Haggard walks towards the center of the ring, prompting Maddox to do the same. The referee calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: The match is now on the way.
Freddy Whoa: Yes it is, I can’t wait to see what happens.
As Hayden gets closer to Maddox, Maddox strategically moves towards his own corner. Dark Prince taps Maddox on the shoulder, tagging himself in. Maddox turns and looks furious, the two begin to get into it.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, looks like Hayden and company won’t have to do much today, Maddox and Dark Prince are going to do it for them.
Hayden rushes over to both Dark Prince and Maddox, delivering a double clothesline to both of his opponents.
Zach Davis: Hayden not letting an opportunity go to waste.
Dark Prince is pushed into the corner by the clothesline, while Maddox is sent flying through the ropes. Hayden picks up Dark Prince, and pushes him to the ropes, sending him across the ring with an Irish whip. As he comes back, he ducks a clothesline from Hayden and bounces off the rope again to deliver a devastating clothesline of his own.
Zach Davis: Clothesline after clothesline here!
Gravedigger: What are they doing, drying clothes?
Dark Prince lifts Hayden to his feet, and delivers a knife chop to the chest, sending Hayden stumbling back. Dark Prince follows, and delivers another knife chop, this time sending Hayden into an empty corner. He kicks Hayden in the gut, he then grabs his arm for an Irish whip. Hayden reverses it, sending Dark Prince into the corner instead. Hayden follows with an attempted running elbow slam. Dark Prince instead dives out of the way, sending Hayden flying into the turnbuckle. Dark Prince delivers a series of knife chops, punches, and kicks to Hayden in the corner.
Zach Davis: Dark Prince is wearing out Hayden in the corner.
Dark Princes stops and carries Hayden to his corner by the head, sending him into the turnbuckle. Prince feigns a tag to Maddox, but instead tags in Phoenix. Dark Prince and Maddox start to exchange words as Phoenix climbs through the ropes and enters the ring. She picks up where Dark Prince left off, delivering an explosive array of punches, chops, and kicks.
Zach Davis: Hayden needs to get away and tag in a partner.
Freddy Whoa: It doesn’t look like Hayden will be able to tag anyone in at this point.
Gravedigger: Not if Phoenix has any say in the matter.
Phoenix lifts Hayden to the ropes, setting up a superplex. Hayden blocks it, prompting Phoenix to begin punching him in the ribs. She tries the superplex again, but is once again stopped. Hayden slips out of the setup and delivers a headbutt, sending Phoenix to the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: Hayden Haggard now fighting back!
Hayden quickly gets off the rope before Dark Prince or Maddox can react. As Phoenix is trying to get back up, he delivers a kick to her ribs. Hayden stumbles over to his own corner, and quickly tags in Garrett Wright.
Freddy Whoa: In comes Garrett Wright, ready to finish the job on Phoenix!
Zach Davis: I wouldn’t be so sure, Phoenix had a chance to recover.
As predicted, Phoenix quickly jumps up and hits Wright with a high knee to the ribs, sending Wright right back into his corner. Jimmy Wicked tags himself in, only to be met with a belly to belly suplex. Phoenix gets back up, dragging Wicked along with her. She carries him to her corner where she tags in Dark Price, much to Maddox’s frustration.
Gravedigger: They’re just not going to let Maddox into this match are they?
Freddy Whoa: It doesn’t look like it.
Dark Prince takes over and sends Wicked into the corner. Dark Prince begins to deliver Knife Chops to Wicked before pulling him away from the corner and setting him up for a snap suplex. Jimmy Wicked blocks it and tries to push towards his own corner. Dark Prince pushes back, and finally delivers that snap suplex.
Zach Davis: Wicked trying to tag out.
Freddy Whoa: Just not able to do it.
Dark Prince jumps back up, and grabs Wicked by the legs, drawing him closer to the center of the ring and places Wicked in a single leg crab.
Zach Davis: The single leg crab.
Freddy Whoa: We could have a tap out!
The referee checks on Wicked, asking if he taps out. Wicked shakes his head, but is in obvious pain. Before Wicked can tap, Hayden Haggard rushes in with a back kick to Dark Prince’s face, breaking the hold and sending Prince back to his own corner. Phoenix quickly climbs through the ropes and delivers a jumping knee to the chin of Hayden.
Freddy Whoa: This could get interesting!
Gravedigger: Not likely.
As Phoenix is kicking Hayden out of the ring, Wicked tags in Garrett Wright. The high flyer jumps to the top rope and jumps, delivering a flying dropkick to Dark Prince, sending him once again back into his own corner. Taking advantage, Maddox tags himself in to a surprised for Dark Prince and Phoenix.
Zach Davis: Maddox finally getting to participate in this match!
Freddy Whoa: Finally!
Maddox runs full speed at Garrett Wright and delivers a devastating clothesline that nearly takes the smaller wrestler’s head clean off. Not stopping, Maddox rushes to the corner and sends the just recovering Jimmy Wicked and Hayden Haggard to the floor with a double clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! He’s taking them all out!
Maddox turns and mounts the fallen Garrett Wright and starts delivering powerful elbow strikes to the head. The referee jumps in, trying to separate the two. Maddox stands and faces his own partners, Dark Prince and Katherine Phoenix, none of them are happy.
Freddy Whoa: Maddox sending a message to his partners.
Gravedigger: He will not be shut out of this match.
Maddox lifts Wright off the ground by his head and delivers an uppercut, sending the smaller wrestler into the empty corner. Maddox begins delivering punches to the ribs of Wright before grabbing his arm and sending him flying across the ring with an Irish whip. Wasting no time, Maddox follows behind ready for a powerful corner attack. Seconds before connecting what would clearly be a devastating move, Garrett Wright ducks out of the way, sending Maddox crushing into the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, the ring shook with that one!
Zach Davis: We may have an injury here with Maddox. That was hard collision.
Garrett Wright kicks the back of Maddox’s knee several times, sending the bigger wrestler to the ground. Wright climbs through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle. After a moment of taunting, he jumps and delivers a near perfect 420° Senton to a pop from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: The 420° Senton!
With the remainder of his energy, Garrett Wright jumps and tags in Hayden Haggard, who rushes to Maddox and grabs his head. He leaves the groggy Maddox in the middle of the ring and rushes to the ropes, bouncing off to deliver a running bulldog to Maddox. Hayden calmly walks to an empty corner and waits patiently for Maddox to get back up. As Maddox begins to get up, Hayden rushes forward and connects with a powerful Superkick to Maddox’s jaw.
Zach Davis: He calls that “The Jaw-Jacker”, his own trademark spin on such a powerful move.
The kick sends Maddox to the ground, which Hayden quickly pins him.
Freddy Whoa: We could have a winner!
Freddy Whoa: Phoenix with the save!
Phoenix jumps into the ring and kicks Hayden in the face, breaking the pin. As Hayden recovers, Phoenix drags Maddox to their corner, where the waiting Dark Prince tags himself in again.
Gravedigger: Dark Prince is back, Maddox isn’t going to like this!
Dark Prince approaches Hayden and grabs him by the head, delivering an uppercut that sends him to an empty corner. As Dark Prince closes in on Hayden in the corner, Hayden jumps out of the way and throws Dark Prince in the corner instead. Attempting to take advantage, Hayden rushes towards the corner, but Dark Prince counters with a reverse STO to the bottom turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: The Samael! Dark Prince’s trademark move! This could soon be over!
Zach Davis: Remember, there are two other opponents that could change that for Prince.
Dark Prince drags Hayden to the center of the ring, grabbing from the back and whispering in his ear.
Freddy Whoa: It’s the Everlasting Torment!
Zach Davis: Again, remember that Prince must make the pin with two other opponents ready to break up anything.
As if reading his mind, Phoenix has rushed to her opponent’s corner, grabbing the legs of both Garrett Wright and Jimmy Wicked, sending them crashing to the floor, colliding their heads with the mat.
Gravedigger: Think again Zack, Phoenix has taken care of that.
Dark Prince picks up Hayden into an electric chair position, and pushes forward in a face crusher as he drops down. Rather than going for the pin, he heads for his corner, where Phoenix has just arrived and a barely recovered Maddox is waiting. Dark Prince goes to tag Phoenix, but Maddox tags himself in. As Maddox climbs through the ropes, Dark Prince begins arguing with him.
Zach Davis: This could be trouble. If they’re not careful, Hayden, Garrett, or Wicked could steal the win!
The arguing escalates before Dark Prince kicks Maddox in the gut and hits a DDT.
Freddy Whoa: Dark Prince is taking apart his own team!
Phoenix takes advantage and tags herself in, rushing towards Hayden who is attempting to crawl to his corner, only to find it empty with Garrett Wright and Jimmy Wicked laid out on the floor. He turns to find Phoenix waiting. She grabs him around his face, and plants a long hard kiss onto his lips, sucking the air out of his lungs.
Freddy Whoa: The Kiss of Death!
Hayden’s knees begin to wobble, causing Katherine Phoenix to hit them with a hard spike DDT, following quickly with a pin.
Freddy Whoa: We have our winners!
Zach Davis: Dark Prince, Katherine Phoenix, and Maddox take the win! The Dark Prince and Maddox are battling hard outside the ring! The match is over...
Gravedigger: These two couldn't stay on the same page from the get go. We had to expect this turn out.
Maddox tries to use his power to ram Dark Prince into the barricade. It appears Dark Prince is off balance.
Freddy Whoa: OH MAN!!! SAMAEL INTO THE BARRICADE!!!
Gravedigger: Oh, that's gotta hurt!
Dark Prince gets to his feet with a sinister smile on his face. He looks back to the ring. He walks back and lifts the apron grabbing a chair from underneath the ring. He makes his way back to Maddox who is holding his head as he slowly gets back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Maddox better look out here.
Gravedigger: He's got a chair, Maddox. Watch out!
Freddy Whoa: Oh, that's a chair shot right to the face! He didn't go for the top of the head. He went right to the face with that chair.
Zach Davis: Someone needs to put a stop to this. He's looking back to the ring where Phoenix is looking on. Haggard still moving slowly.
Gravedigger: Oh no...
Dark Prince gives a sinister smile and makes his way back to the ring. Katherine Phoenix backs up a bit and as Dark Prince enters the ring he stares at her. She backs away tot he opposite side of the ring and slowly exits the ring. The Dark Prince stands over Haggard who was just pinned by Phoenix and he picks him up to his feet grabbing him around the head. He whispers into his ear and then drags him over to the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Another Samael in the corner to the middle turnbuckle pad! Someone put an end to this!
Zach Davis: Oh here come Wicked and Wright to give Haggard some help.
Wright and Jimmy Wicked start pounding on the back of Dark Prince. For a moment it appears the numbers have caught up with The Dark Prince, but he turns back from being down to one knee and hits Wicked with a thrust to the throat. Wright kicks Dark Prince in the chest, and Dark Prince goes down. Haggard rolls out of the ring and hits the floor, appearing unaware of what's going on. Wright picks Dark Prince up from the ring mat. Jimmy Wicked comes over to help, but Dark Prince cuts them both off. He hits Wright with a huge forearm chop to the face and then kicks Wicked in the mid section. He hits a DDT on wicked and rolls back to his feet with amazing speed as he hadn't yet shown during the match.
Zach Davis: The numbers don't seem to match up here...
The bell continues to ring as Wicked crawls over to the corner. Wright receives a rake to the eyes then a low blow. A drop toe hold causes Wright to find himself draped over the middle rope across his chest. The Dark Prince runs and bounces off the ropes using the top rope as a spring board as he comes crashing down on the back of Wright's head with a Dragon's Eye.
Gravedigger: Oh a Dragon's Eye!
Zach Davis: Somebody is going to be hurt tonight! The FCC is not going to like this.
Gravedigger: I hope they're not paying too close attention to this first match.
Freddy Whoa: Uh...guys I don't think that he's done.
The Dark Prince is making his way around the ring back to Haggard who is barely conscious on his feet. He's leaning up against the ring post holding his head. The Dark Prince runs and hits a drop kick to the back of Haggard causing his head to hit the ring post hard. He's knocked out and falls over onto the steel steps. Jimmy Wicked is trying to crawl out of the ring to try to escape after seeing what Dark Prince has done to both of his partners. He's in the very center of the ring when Dark Prince sees him trying to get away. The Dark Prince grabs another chair. The ring bell sounds a few more times as The Dark Prince slides under the bottom rope stalking Jimmy Wicked.
Gravedigger: I think you're right. When is this going to stop? This guy needs to figure out that FCC is probably going to have a lot to say about this match.
Zach Davis: Yeah, Seth Lerch will not be having any fun phone calls from this.
The Dark Prince steps on the back of Wicked's ankle and brings the chair down hard on the back of Wicked. Finally WCF officials start coming out as the Dark Prince drops the chair on the back of Wicked and slowly backs away. The lights go black and the sound of wind is heard. When the lights come back on The Dark Prince is nowhere to be found.
Zach Davis: Thank goodness that's over.
Gravedigger: And he sent a message at XIII to everyone in that WCF Television title contenders match. I wonder if we could see him during that title match tonight?
Freddy Whoa: Hope not.
Zach Davis: We're sorry folks. Apparently we got one guy who has arrived in the WCF sending a very clear message to anyone that stands in his way. We have got to get things back to normal out here before our next match.
Zach Davis: I'm getting word that we're now going backstage for an unscheduled interview with Hank Brown. Hank?
Cameras cut to the parking lot, where we find Hardcore Champion Jay Omega standing with Hank Brown, an eager look on Hank's face since Omega generally actively avoids interviews. Though not booked to compete tonight, Jay is fully dressed in his ring gear nonetheless, with his custom Hardcore title belt slung over his shoulder. The moment the scene settles, Brown begins conducting an interview he's waited months for.
Hank Brown: Thanks Zach. As you can see, I'm standing here with Hardcore Champion, the reigning King of Pain, the one and only Omega Man, Jay Omega. Just two days removed from that hard-fought Triple Threat match at XIII, most people would be at home recuperating. What brings you to Denver, Colorado tonight?
The crowd pops at the mention of the city, like crowds tend to do. Jay waits a few moments before answering, allowing the crowd he can't hear to die down.
Jay Omega: Most people might be recuperating, but most people aren't The Omega Man. A couple of health potions, and I'm back up to my usual hundred and twenty percent. But as for what I'm doin' here tonight, well, I'm a fighting champion, Hanky Panky; any time, any place, anyone, remember? I'm here to acknowledge the newest loud mouth pulling the same old rookie mistakes; calling out champions like it's going to do you any good. Whatzizface, Spaz, or Snipes, or Snape. Snape? Like Severus Snape, the dude from Harry Potter? Well sorry, but one wizard is more than enough, thank you very much, and we already have Odin Balfore. So, if Spinz or whatever wants to come out here to the parking lot for a non-title Hardcore match in order to "prove" himself, I'll be more than happy to help him prove that he's nothing more than the perfect example of what not to do when you get called up from the little leagues...
Omega's half grin fades away, and his gaze breaks from the camera as he turns in a quarter circle. The shot pans across the packed parking lot as we turn in the same direction, to find Jahani al-Reb looming between a dark blue sedan and a red sports car a few feet distant; a wickedly curved scimitar sword clutched in his white-knuckled grip. Al-Reb points the sword at Jay, and lets out a soul-jarring baritone growl full of clicks and hard consonants; like a baby Wookiee trying to speak Klingon around a mouthful of crickets.
Jay Omega: My, what a lovely singing voice you must have! We should hang out, I know this great karaoke bar nearby; place is called Chormum Zahoor. That's Croatian, I think.
The Omega Man quickly turns to face Hank for a moment and grabs a handful of his shirt, pulling the intrepid reporter in close.
Jay Omega: Sorry Brown Nose, interview cancelled. You might want to retreat to a safe distance; first three rows are a splash zone.
Omega sends Hank reeling with a one-armed shove, then turns to face Jahani once more. Not one to let grass grow under his feet, al-Reb advances while raising the scimitar overhead in a practiced motion. Jay coils like a tightly wound spring; ready to move in any direction at a moment's notice. Jahani speeds up as he approaches, charging into a powerful overhand strike that would likely have bisected The Omega Man if he hadn't dove off to his right. Jay rolls through and comes to his feet, then begins edging his way toward a silver Aston Martin parked four or five cars distant. Al-Reb continues with his assault, flourishing his curved sword twice before taking a sidelong swipe that Omega barely avoids by leaping backward. Jahani lets out another skin-crawling utterance, this one clearly tinged with anger and frustration.
Jay Omega: No no no, I could only interfere if I weren't already involved. Although I will agree that I'm disrupting his plans; that's kinda what the good guy does, isn't it?
Al-Reb advances with a flurry of twisting, goring thrusts; the orange lights of the parking lot glinting off the scimitar as it flickers this way and that. Jay manages to weave in between the strikes, taking only minor lacerations from glancing blows, until his retreating leg catches on an extended trailer hitch, causing him to stumble back and catch himself on the trunk of a black Impala. Jahani quickly reverses his grip on the hilt of his weapon, and drives the point toward Omega's chest. Jay slips out from under the blade by a fraction of an inch, drives a solid Muay Thai kick into al-Reb's kidneys, then grabs the Baghdadi Mack by the back of the head, and slams his face off the hilt of his own stuck scimitar. The Omega Man seizes the moment to pop open the trunk of the Aston Martin.
Jay Omega: It's a good thing I try to be prepared for any scenario, no matter how unlikely. They laughed when I said I might someday find myself facing a crazed not-man with a sword in a parking lot, well WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?!? AAAHAHAHAHAHA!
Omega stands tall as he slams the trunk closed, then thrusts his own blade skyward; a full-size, fully-functional replica of Lion-O's sword from Thundercats. Meanwhile, Jahani wrenches his scimitar free.
Jay Omega: By the power of Greyskull-- wait, wrong sword... Sword of Omens; give me strength beyond strength!
Jay takes the sword in a two-handed grip, displaying the flat of the blade, as well as the black silhouette of a snarling feline head in a red gem set into the crossguard. Thunder! Thunder! Thunder! Thundercats!
Jay Omega: HOOOOO!
Omega and al-Reb rush forward and swing at each other simultaneously; the ring of steel on steel fills the night air as blow after blow is blocked, parried, or otherwise turned aside. Neither man is able to get a clear advantage, despite the differences in their weaponry and fighting styles. Jay blocks a particularly vicious diagonal cut, and Jahani turns his blade over; the curvature of the scimitar allowing him to slip around the block, and send the tip of his sword toward Omega's heart. Jay twists to the side, knocking the scimitar away with his crossguard, and throws a kick at al-Reb's exposed ribs. The Omega Man takes a swing at Jahani's neck, but the Baghdadi Mack ducks under the blade, losing a few hairs to its keen edge. The follow through sends Omega staggering toward the cameraman, and Jay pulls himself up short.
Jay Omega: You are waaay too close to the action, dude. You could get hurt, y'know.
Omega peeks over his shoulder, then spins out of the way as al-Reb steps in with a straight thrust. A wet tearing noise is heard, followed by a pained gasp of shock. Jahani's eyes stare into the camera showing only vexation, no remorse over the life he's just taken. Over al-Reb's shoulder we see Jay slice diagonally across Jahani's spine. The Baghdadi Mack drops to his knees as he releases his scimitar, allowing the lifeless cameraman to slump to the ground as well. The camera tumbles away, leaving us with an inverted view of the arena's loading bay, though we still get audio, and hear al-Reb's piercing voice once more.
Jay Omega: That's cool. He can send whomever or whatever he wants. If you're an example, then I'm not worried. Make sure you let him know that when he and I meet next, there must be an end to either him, or me. There can be only one.
We hear another fleshy tearing sound, followed by a pair of thumps; one squishy, one more solid. Then we hear footsteps, accompanied by the sound of metal dragging on asphalt. An upside down Omega Man walks into view, and retrieves his dropped Hardcore Championship; the Sword of Omens dangling loosely from his left hand. Bolts of electricity begin to snake about inexplicably, seeming to crawl toward Jay from al-Reb's last known direction. The electrical storm builds in intensity, and we see a single bolt of blue strike Omega in the chest before an errant arc connects with the camera and shorts it out. After a moment of static, we cut back to ringside.
Zach Davis: Well that was, uh--
Freddy Whoa: Better than Highlander: Endgame?
Gravedigger: Not difficult.
Katherine Phoenix is seen walking back toward her locker room after her hard fought match, wiping the sweat from her brow she pushes her door open and we hear a scream from inside. Following her in we see her stood incensed as her locker room is totally destroyed…with cute animal pictures and a crayon scribble on the wall:
'HELLO! LEARN TO SMILE MOTHAFUCCA, CUTE ANIMALS....BITCH!!!!'
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall.
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. Upon seeing the man, the fans in the stands start booing heartily.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first…from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at 325 pounds, he is the Black Attack… Donovan Sharp!
Sharp’s glances around the arena and the heavily booing crowd, Sharp walks slowly towards the centre 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.
Gravedigger: Oh man, here we go. Big boys are gotta battle next.
Zach Davis: Yes. And we will see how Donovan Sharp fares against another big power house in Thomas Uriel Bates.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…standing 6’9” and weighing in at 430 pounds. From Huntsville, Alabama! Thomas Uriel Bates!
“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. 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.
Zach Davis: I wouldn’t want that across the ring from me if I had to face him in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: No spank you.
Gravedigger: Really? Did you just say, ‘No spank you’?
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, so?
Gravedigger shakes and his head and the referee calls for the bell. Bates and Sharp walk to the center of the ring. They’re staring face to face. Sharp backs up and goes for a tie up. For a few moments they test each other’s strength, then Bates gives Sharp a big shove causing him to stagger backward.
Zach Davis: Sharp doesn’t like that.
Gravedigger: Looks like a blow to his ego.
Sharp goes and grabs the ropes. He screams and shakes the ropes infuriated by what just took place. He turns back. He goes for a right hook, but Bates blocks it. Bates returns one of his own. The two start exchanging blows, then Sharp cuts Bates short kneeing him in the mid-section. With a bulrush he pushes Bates into the corner. He starts unloading with right hands. The referee starts the count, and Sharp backs off at the count of 4. Acting as if to back all the way off he runs toward Bates.
Gravedigger: OH!!! BIG BOOT MISSES!!! BATES MOVED!!!
Sharp slowly bring his foot back down to the mat, holding his quad. Bates delivers a clobbering forearm onto Sharp’s back and pushes Sharp into the corner. This time Bates deals his own series of punches. The referee counts to 4 as Bates backs off. He roars as he did when he entered the ring.
Zach Davis: Ohoho…Bates letting him know he’s not dealing with a smaller man. He’s dealing with power that may match or even surpass his own. Sharp looks dazed.
Gravedigger: Irish whip across the ring to the other turnbuckle!
Bates charges close behind and hits a big lariat to Sharp. Sharp drops down to a knee holding the back of his neck. The referee checks and backs Bates away for moment. The referee seems to be checking to see if Sharp is hurt.
Zach Davis: That looked like Sharp suffered some whip lash.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Yeah, he took a huge lariat from Bates! I bet that hurts!
Gravedigger: No thanks. I’ll sit right here. Watch the action. No lariats from Bates for me right now.
The referee backs off and seems to be allowing the match to continue. Bates goes and grabs Sharp by the neck but receives a rake to eyes for his efforts. Sharp stands up, still holding the back of his neck and tries to stretch it out. He pursues Bates from behind and grabs Bates’ shoulder. He delivers a short arm clothesline to Bates, but the big man only staggers back and uses the ropes to keep himself on his feet. Sharp looks frustrated. He continues his pursuit and hits Bates with a few double axe handles to the man’s back. As Bates remains on his feet, Sharp goes for a back rake.
Gravedigger: Haven’t seen that in a long time! Going old school here.
Zach Davis: Dirty but effective. Bates is on the defensive. Still has yet to be taken off his feet.
Sharp pulls Bates to the center of the ring. Kicks him in the gut. Goes for a body slam, yet struggles to pick the big man off his feet. Finally Sharp gets him up and slams Bates. Sharp goes down on one knee and holds his back.
Gravedigger: Picking a man up is much different than lifting dead weights in the prison yard, D-Sharp.
Zach Davis: I can’t believe he actually got the man up!
Zach Davis: Oh he’ll need to do more than that to win here tonight!
Sharp pushes himself to his feet. He grabs around Bates’ head to pick him. Bates suddenly throws his hands up jarring Sharp’s from around his head. Swings big, connecting with a heavy haymaker punch. Sharp staggers backward. Bates grabs Sharp’s arm, whips him into the ropes. On the return, Bates lifts Sharp up into a military press.
Zach Davis: WHOA!!! He’s got him up!
Gravedigger: What impressive strength Bates is showing us here!
As it’s much tougher to hold the taller big men up for any period of time, Bates presses Sharp only twice before Sharp wiggles around. Bates loses his hold and Sharp drops down. Sharp lands going down on one knee due to the height. He stands back up as Bates turns around. Sharp attempts an irish whip, but Bates reverses it. Bates takes a few steps forward.
Zach Davis: BATES’ BOOT!!! BATES’ BOOT!!! Bates goes for the cover!
Gravedigger: Oh Bates with the victory!
“Midnight Rider” by the Allman Brothers Band blares over the PA system as Bates gets to his feet. He begins to celebrate as Connor and Charlie come out to the ring to celebrate with him. Suddenly the music stops and the lights go out.
Freddy Whoa: What the—
The sound of wind blowing over the PA can be heard.
Gravedigger: Oh no. What’s going on? I know that signal. It could get a bit bloody in that ring.
The lights come back on as The Dark Prince is nowhere to be seen. Bates, Connor and Charlie look around the Pepsi Center irritated. The fans booing that the Dark Prince seems to only be messing with Bates tonight.
Kyle Steel: And your winner as a result of a pinfall…THOMAS URIEL BATES!!!
The arena loses power as the darkness overcomes the masses when a deep sigh is let out over the arena's sound system.
"They've cried for what you've done..
Echoing throughout the arena the screen pans to the outside of the arena, a small walkway with the night's sky being shown with a man standing in the shadows. Solid build of a man he stands against a brick wall and stares up at the sky when we hear him speak to the masses in attendance.
Man: I don't expect you to care or even pay attention to what is happening right now for you don't know what is coming.. what is here. For many moons they all neglected what is so important in life.. they've trample the very ground we walk on, they plague our land and show no respect to the value nature truly brings. I don't expect you to fully understand right now.. but you will. They all will.. WCF.. Wrestling Championship Federation.. the history is well documented. Many have come and many have gone, yet you have a steady few that simply stamped this place.. Home! I once had a home.. I saw it demolished by nature and it took so much from me, but left me behind.
Heavy sigh is let out as everyone has a story.
Man: This a warning.. this is simply a siren blaring over the land right now WCF.. I'm not the reaper that lurks and strikes when you least expect it.. No no.. that's not me. I'm something different.. I'm something far beyond your imagination and something far more unpredictable. Maybe it's just your time.. maybe it's just WCF time to finally be graced with retribution for all that you've done throughout the years of disgracing what gives you so much.. Many years I have done this bidding and many years she has stayed dormant building the rage to unleash.. Dred our time together, but understand it's for your own good! Salvation Lies within you all.. and only I know who can be saved! As of now.. Tonight.. Slam.. WCF.. The Mystery Begins..
Without a warning a bright flash of light emerges just as we pans back in to the arena with a rumble from the crowd inside with uncertainty.
Gemini Battle walks out to the center of the ring to no music. The crowd boos him.
Gravedigger: There he is, one of the brave men who support the FCC in its endeavor to keep the WCF a wholesome family friendly environment.
Zach Davis: Let’s see what this turncoat has to say this time. He wasn’t met with too much affection at XIII.
Gemini Battle: Ladies and Gentlemen I am not here to discuss my position as Deputy Representative of the FCC as it coincides with the WCF. I am here as one of the wrestlers in the Main Event of tonight’s SLAM! I know some of you may be disappointed that your favorites aren’t competing tonight. Wrestlers like Kaz Mazy… wrestlers like Logan… groups like Pantheon… Big Train… the list goes on and on. But you all don’t have to sift through the crap to get to the main even tonight because you will be watching three of the hungriest, three of the fiercest, three of the best superstars that the WCF has to offer beat the ever loving crap out of each other for the right to show who is the best!
The crowd offers a smattering of applause.
Gemini Battle: I didn’t say that to get your pandering applause, I really don’t care what any of you think, I’m not here to make you all feel better about wasting your money here tonight on our 8 dollar hotdogs and 15 dollar Pabst Blue Ribbons. I’m here to call out the winner of the Television Title Match. Doc Henry, or Grime, whoever has the fortitude to win that match later tonight, as you well know you have a target on your back. As you also know you have a lot to live up to. Joey was no flash in the pan champions… see what I did there?
I don’t do this often, I don’t demand much, and I’m not demanding a shot here tonight. I’m putting my name on the very long list of people who will compete for the Television Title. I am merely giving you the heads up for when one of you all ultimately gets the opportunity to face me one on one. Because when I finally get out of triple threat hell and can start really showing what I’m capable of.
The Television Champion always has a target on their back. But this time you’re in my crosshairs…
And I don’t miss!
At that moment rather than hearing “Falling Higher” by Helloween, the sound of a motorcycle engine comes on over the PA system. “Down With the Sickness” by Disturbed begins to play and Grime comes out onto the ring entrance stage with a microphone in hand and the WCF Television title around his waist.
Grime: Hey, knock that shit off. Cut the music.
The music stops. The crowd is beginning to chant.
CROWD: Grime! Grime! Grime!
Grime: Ya, ya, ya. Give me a second to speak here. Gemini Battle, you want a shot at this title? Seems everyone all the sudden wants to face Grime. I’m the first loss for Joey Flash. Tonight, you learn a bit more about what that man can be like in the ring. Tonight, Doc Henry learns what it’s like to face me. Tell you what Gem…if Seth has no problem with it…and I’m sure he won’t mind me taking out the FCC wannabe trash, I’ll see you and Mikey at Explosion. If that match for Explosion is set in stone…meet me in the parking lot at the United Center in Chicago…
Zach Davis: Oh wow.
Gravedigger: This guy is not Occulo. This is a fighting champion.
Zach Davis: Yeah, but can he beat Doc Henry tonight to go to Explosion to defend that title again?
Grime stands there as the crowd begins to chant again. He still has the microphone to his mouth.
Grime: And that goes for anyone else! If you want a shot at this title, then better come find out if you got what it takes! And Gemini …you had better not be all talk. You want to flap at the mouth? Better find yourself a set of dentures.
Grime drops the microphone and just walks off the stage back to the locker room area. Gemini stands in the middle of the ring swearing and yelling towards Grime as he walks off.
Freddy Whoa: Next up we’ve got a relative newcomer squaring off against an experience veteran.
Zach Davis: That’s right, Freddie – Mikey eXtreme and “The Villain” Adam Young are set to go at it
The arena goes pitch black.
Voice: Good guys don't win in the real World.
Smoke fills the entrance and white lights filter threw as "Super Villain" by Powerman 5000 starts playing. Out walks Adam Young in a black"Villain" t-shirt with white letters on it. He stands there for a moment and then starts towards the ring with boos ringing threw the arena. Adam looks around the arena with a evil smirk on his face and a icey stare in his eyes.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring…weighing in at 240 pounds…ADAAM YYYYOOOOOUUUUNNNGG
A huge burst of pyro goes off back at the entrance as Adam circles the ring. Adam climbs into the ring and throws his tee into the crowd. Black and purple streamers fly into the ring from the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: The veteran Adam Young looking to prove his worth here tonight.
Gravedigger: You and I both know he proved his worth a long time ago.
Zach Davis: What’s that supposed to mean?
Gravedigger: Was I talking to you?
Freddy Whoa: Cool it boys. We’re awaiting the -
As the lights in the arena go out, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow is now slowly following Mikey to the ring. Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…weighing in at 230 pounds…MIIKEY EXXXXTREEEEEMMMMEE!
Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Adam Young. The lights come back on.
Freddy Whoa: And we’re off!
Boos rain down on the ring as Adam Young taunts Mikey eXtreme from his corner.
Freddy Whoa: Young wasting no time in taunting his inexperienced opponent. Mikey eXtreme’s coming off two straight losses – what does he need to do here tonight to pick up a much needed victory?
Zach Davis: Well, I’ll tell ya, Freddie – he’s got to buckle down and prove he’s capable of overcoming a loss or two, because -
Gravedigger: Oh will you two shut up?
The two opponents circle the ring as the boos continue to fly. Adam Young approaches eXtreme and reaches up his hand. Mikey eXtreme follows suit. When they lock, Young kicks eXtreme in the gut and clotheslines him to the mat. He’s quick to his feet, where he taunts his opponent to the sound of more boos.
Zach Davis: That crowd is not happy with The Villain. Not diggin’ him…huh? Not diggin’ him?
Davis nudges Gravedigger’s shoulder, who stares coldly ahead in an attempt to control his rage.
Freddy Whoa: That’s enough, Zach. If you want to be a comed – WHOA! Look out! Mikey eXtreme with the textbook DDT and Adam Young is down.
Mikey lifts Young to his feet and dropkicks him to the mat. The crowd cheers as Adam clutches his chest and writhes in pain. Mikey lifts him up again, knocking him back down with a clothesline. He drops the leg down on Adam and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: And a kickout at two.
Zach Davis: I thought he had him there, Freddie.
Gravedigger: Did you?
Mikey lifts Young back to his feet and goes for another clothesline, but Young ducks it and trips eXtreme as he runs past him. Young is quick to his feet and lifts Mikey up by his back. He wraps his arms around his waist and German Suplexes him in the center of the ring. Young rises and approaches the downed eXtreme. He grabs his legs and puts him in a Figure Four Leglock. Extreme flails about in pain, looking at the ropes that seem so far away. He grips the mat at inches toward them…slowly…slowly….
Young drags eXtreme back to the center of the ring. Mikey begins screaming intelligibly. The ref slides down and asks if he submits. He shakes his head no, no…then he begins screaming some more, his wild eyes fixed on Adam Young who is becoming more confused and impatient by the second.
Freddy Whoa: Young’s got him locked up in that Figure Four…this one could be over soon, folks.
Zach Davis: I don’t know, Freddie. Look at Mikey eXtreme – he’s a madman! What’s that he’s saying? Dot? Dod?
Gravedigger: He’s saying “Doc” dumbass.
Freddy Whoa: I think you’re right Digger. Mikey eXtreme is calling out to his manager “Doc” – and not the manager you see here at ringside. That’s someone they call Freakshow. This “Doc” is a figment of eXtreme’s imagination, it would appear, because no one but Mikey can see him.
Gravedigger: What is this, The Shining? That eXtreme got the shine to him? Well that’s all well and good so long as I get to see a little –
Freddy Whoa: REDRUM! REDRUM! REDRUM! Mikey just powered out of the Figure Four and raked the eyes of his opponent! Blood is draining from Young’s eyes as he wanders aimlessly around the ring!
Zach Davis: Holy shit…
Gravedigger: Holy shit…
Mikey climbs to the top rope and drops Adam with a missile dropkick when he stumbles too near. With Young on the ground, Mikey runs back over to the corner and climbs to the top. He leaps off and hits a devastating Frogsplash that sends both men rolling around the ring. Mikey fights through the pain and slides on top of Adam.
Adam kicks out. Mikey gets up and hits a leg drop, then another…Young dodges the third though and Mikey holds his leg in pain. Adam utilizes the moment and wipes the blood from his eyes and face, shaking his head as he regains his sight. It’s still blurry, but he’s able to see eXtreme’s 6’4” frame charging at him in time to leap up and perform a Frankensteiner on the big man. Mikey goes flying into the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young showing that veteran skill right there.
Gravedigger: He’s been around the block, I’ll give him that.
Adam lifts Mikey up, knees him in the gut, then Gutwrench Suplexes him. Adam heads to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He dives off and headbutts eXtreme right in the face. Young is quick to his feet. He runs back to the corner, hops on the top rope, and dives off for another headbutt to eXtreme’s now bleeding face…but at the last second Mikey moves to avoid it. Young smashes his face into the mat, then writhes around a bit much to the crowd’s delight.
Mikey gets up and sits on Young’s back, hooking his leg in a Boston Crab. The crowd cheers as Young lefts himself from the mat, shaking his head at the ref nearby. Mikey’s eyes are wild as he wrenches on Young’s leg. Young is able to inch toward the ropes though, and he finally gets a hand around the bottom one. The ref gets to four when Mikey finally lets go of Young’s leg.
Zach Davis: Who’s the villain now, Freddie? Mikey showing no class by holding the lock for so long.
Gravedigger: Shut up Zach. What do you know about villains? What do you know about class? What do you know about anything? You know what? Fuck you Zach. Yeah that’s right - FUCK YOU!
Freddy Whoa:….well, that escalated quickly. Back to the action –
Mikey eXtreme lands a blow to Young’s head, then another. Mikey goes for a clothesline but Adam catches his head and DDTs him into the mat. Young lifts Mikey up and hits him with an Inverted Suplex. The crowd boos as Young taunts the crowd. Young circles the ring, looking out at the crowd as he continues to taunt them. Meanwhile Mikey is back on his feet. He climbs the top rope and hits a Crossbody on Young when he turns to see him. Both of Adam’s shoulders are down.
Adam flips Mikey eXtreme around and reverses the pin.
Mikey kicks out just before the ref’s hand touches the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my! Young almost pulled a fast one on the newcomer there.
The two men are back on their feet and begin exchanging blows in the center of the ring. Young gets the upper hand, ducking two of Mikey’s shots and slapping his hand around his throat. He picks eXtreme up and Chokeslams him to the mat. Young drops an elbow before getting up and looking out at the crowd. They boo him immediately.
Zach Davis: This crowd does not like Adam Young.
Gravedigger: Thank you for that hard hitting insight, Zach.
Young lifts the dazed eXtreme up and whips him into the ropes, connecting a clothesline to eXtreme’s neck when he comes back around. Mikey goes down hard and is slow to get up. Young helps him. He punches eXtreme in the gut and steps over his head, lifting him up by the waist and Powerbombing with force onto the mat. The crowd goes silent for a moment, then the boos pick up again.
Young lifts eXtreme up and once again steps over his head. He lifts him up for the Piledriver, but leaps into the air before dropping eXtreme on his head.
Freddy Whoa: Black Betty! Good lord!
Zach Davis: It’s over folks – no way eXtreme’s getting up from that.
Freddy Whoa: NO! He kicked out! He kicked out!
Zach Davis: Ooh Black Betty, bamba wham! Huh-uh! Not so fast!
Gravedigger: Bamba wham? Did you really just – ah, god damnit. Just shut the fuck up and watch the match.
Adam Young is pestering the ref about his count as Mikey gets up from the mat. He stands behind Adam at a considerable distance and waits for him to turn around. As he begins to turn, Mikey shuffles forward. He connects with a Superkick to Young’s jaw.
Freddy Whoa: Can you say “X Marks the Spot”?
Zach Davis: Oh man, did you hear that smack?
Gravedigger: Mmm – did I ever…
The crowd cheers as Mikey lifts Adam to his feet. He talks to himself for a moment before nodding in agreement. He spins Adam around, locks his hand around the back of his neck, lifts him up, then slams him down face-first into the mat.
He turns him over and covers.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner...MIIIKEY EXXXXXTREEEEEMMMMMMMEEE
Freddy Whoa: That’s it! It’s all over folks! Mikey eXtreme hits the eXplosion on Adam Young to send the veteran packing.
Zach Davis: Adam Young is not going to be happy after the loss here tonight. Plenty to be happy about for the up and comer Mikey eXtreme though. He picks up the win after dropping two straight so he should sleep well tonight.
Gravedigger: Ok, great, he'll sleep well – now let’s get to some real wrestling.
Hank Brown: Marc, I'd just like to congratulate you on your victory at XIII. That was quite a performance I must admit. You're now the #1 contender for the hardcore title, how do you feel?
Marc Mayhem: Thanks Hank. That was one hell of a match and sure it was a bit weird not having Logan in my corner but at the end of the day, I was the better man and I am very much looking forward to facing Jay Omega.
Hank Brown: How does it feel to be going alone as a singles competitor into such a big match?
Marc Mayhem: Logan and I will remain very close of course and he will continue to give me his full support leading into this match. This isn't my first match on my own and it won't be the last. This is just the beginning for the Hotdog Kings we will continue to grow strong as a team and will one day become the Tag Champs.
Hank Brown: Earlier today we witnessed Katherine Phoenix going a bit, for lack of a better word, crazy in Logans locker room. She seems to have set her sights onto you, what are your thoughts on this?
Marc Mayhem: Hank listen, I’ve dealt with girls like Lilith or Katherine or whatever she wants to call herself now before. She's just a crazy girl who wants a piece of the Hotdog Kings---
Suddenly a pair of hands appear behind Marc Mayhem, which immediately wrap around his neck causing him to choke and gag quite a bit. The camera pans out and Katherine Phoenix is shown choking out Marc who desperately tries to fight her off him. Katherine then throws him hard across the corridor, slamming him straight into a wall and laughing at him as he collapses onto the floor.
Katherine Phoenix: What’s that, Marc? You think I'm just some crazy girl? Some fangirl of yours? Is that it? You think I'm harmless? Weak? Pathetic? Let me get one thing through to you right now, Marc... You? Everything about you... is easily replaceable TRASH! Logan is MINE! He was never yours! And he will never be yours again! The Hotdog Kings are DEAD! Do you understand me?! I said do you fucking understand me?!
We see Occulo seated at a table just having some downtime after training. He is unlacing his boots before getting up to stretch, he looks up and his eyes seem to follow something behind the the camera. He sits down and lets out a sigh.
Occulo: No way I’m bending over when Adam Young is strolling about.
Voice: Not quite.
The camera pans to Joey Flash sitting down at the same table. Joey looks disappointed at the table.
Joey Flash: I wanted sausages.
Occulo gives Joey a confused glance
Occulo: Sausages? Are they for one of your many cute animals?
Occulo looks over his shoulder wondering if Joey had actually ordered some sausages to appear at the table. Everything okay Joey?
Joey Flash: Hang on…
A waiter approaches with a plate.
Waiter: Sausage sandwich?
Joey Flash: Yep, Yep. Me.
Joey grabs the sandwich and begins munching on it.
Joey Flash: You know...since I lost the Television title my only progression is to beat the shit out of someone and take their place in the Trilogy Cup right?
Occulo: Sure. Losing that title was the best thing you could have done. As much as I’d resent having to face you again in this tournament it seems almost inevitable.
Joey Flash: Fate huh?
Joey Flash: You’re not a bad guy, and I don’t hate you. Don’t worry this ain’t no bullshit, no one is hiding ready to attack you. Good luck, that’s all.
Joey takes another munch on his sandwich.
Joey Flash: Not gonna wish me good luck?
Occulo: Don’t worry. I don’t believe what you are saying to be bullshit. But I do wonder if the truth in what you are saying is coming from you are through you from your therapist. You’re difficult to read at the moment. Oh, and good luck Joey. Great job in kicking the shit out of the Pantheon. I’ll tell you what, I have no real reason to doubt you as we haven’t exactly been at each other’s throats recently have we? So yeah, I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt here. Although I do resent you at the moment because you’re making me fucking hungry.
Joey Flash: It’s shit anyway.
He places the remainder of the sandwich on the table.
Joey Flash: I’ll take that as good luck for tonight.
Joey turns and walks away from Occulo. Occulo watches Joey walk away and frowns his eyebrows. He wasn’t on the ground bloodied, beat up and covered in petroleum, but his perception of Joey was in a world of hurt.
Occulo: Oh Joey, winning the world title would be a good achievement, but getting and understanding just what the fuck is going in that head of yours, that is one fucker of a mission.
We cut backstage to see Hank Brown quietly awaiting the arrival of his guest. Eventually Marc Mayhem steps beside him looking quite tired.
Marc Mayhem: You just made a huge mistake!
Marc charges at Katherine and wraps his arms around her waist, spearing her into the wall on the other side of the corridor. Marc grabs hold of a monitor and throws it at Katherine, narrowly missing her head. He then charges at the brunette and sends a knee flying into her face, which connects and appears to break her nose, blood immediately pouring down her face. Marc just stands there and looks down at the fallen Katherine, blood now covering her whole face in a crimson mask.
Marc Mayhem: I suggest you leave me alone and don't try and mess with me again you crazy bitch.
Katherine looks up at Marc and just starts laughing a hilarious laughter.
Katherine Phoenix: hahahahaha good! Good! There is some fight in you after all, Marc. Who knew, huh? Shame we can't really put it to any real use, huh? I just want you to know that it really isn't anything personal. Who am I kidding? It is personal. It is extremely personal.
Katherine pushes herself up off the floor and Marc immediately tries to throw a hard right hand at her, but she dodges and grabs hold of Marc around his arm and throws him through a nearby window, glass shattering all over the corridor and completely covering Marcs body, cutting him in several different places. Katherine jumps through the window after him and begins to kick him hard in his side just taunting and mocking him to death.
Katherine Phoenix: Get up! Come on Hotdog King! Lets see what you've got you worthless little bitch! If you're going to go out you may as well go out fighting! Come on! GET UP!!!
Still with it Marc tries to dodge one of Katherines kicks and rolls away from the glass, managing to pick up a piece and throwing it hard at Katherine slicing open her forearm. Katherine screams out in pain and jumps back clutching at her arm and staring at Marc in disbelief. Marc quickly grabs another piece of glass up off the floor and once again tries to charge straight at Katherine, but she dodges the move and grabs him around her head… throwing him straight through another nearby window. The window shatters as Marc falls unconscious in the corridor, covered in even more shards of glass. Katherine steps through the door this time and begins to laugh at a now unconscious Marc. Katherine prods Marc in the side to check if he's still with it, there is no response. He is out cold.
Katherine Phoenix: You know, Marc. You should be unconscious more often. You're actually somewhat tolerable like this. I don't know how Logan put up with you as long as he did, but don't worry. I'll make sure that he never has to deal with you ever again and then he'll be far more happy. You want Logan to be happy, right? Come on I'm sure you do.
Katherine touches her face and then brings her hand in front of her eyes, looking down at her blood getting even angrier that Marc did that to her. She looks down at the floor, near her foot lays a large piece of glass which she picks up with a wicked grin on her face. She boots Marc one last time in his face to check if he was with it yet or not. Still no response.
Katherine Phoenix: Shame, he would have enjoyed this. Nevermind...
Katherine was just about to lean down and do unthinkable thinks to Marcs fallen body with the piece of glass in her hands just as security arrives. They grab her around her waist and force her to drop the glass. Katherine continues to yell as loudly as possible at Marcs fallen body as the security proceed to pull her away from the scene.
Ding Ding Ding!
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.
Kyle Steel: The following match up is scheduled for one fall! And it is for the WCF Television Title! Introducing the challenger; from Griffen, Georgia…weighing in at 245lbs…Doc Henry!!
Freddy Whoa: Well Doc Henry was one of the many dominoes that Joey Flash knocked down during his incredible winning streak and he’ll be looking forward to this second bite at the cherry
Zach Davis: He’s been a strong performer since and has definitely earned this second shot at the belt
Gravedigger: If both dominoes could be knocked the fuck out in this match I’d be happy.
The sound of a 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.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent; from Denver, Colorado…weighing in at 270lbs, he is the WCF Television Champion…Grime!!
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.
Freddy Whoa: Grime in his first title defence since he finally knocked Joey Flash off his pedestal.
Zach Davis: Grime hasn’t been here long but my word what an impact he’s made. He’s got a long, long way to match Joey’s reign but I’m sure that’s irrelevant to him
Gravedigger: Given that he’s going to lose today, I’d say, yep. A long way.
The referee holds the belt up and hands it to a ringside official. As this happens Andre Uriel Bates saunters down the ring and takes a seat ringside with a piece of paper attached to a clipboard on which he starts scribbling.
Ding Ding Ding!
Doc Henry immediately goes straight after Grime and lands a few punches to the gut followed by a stiff knee. Grime responds with a headbutt, causing Doc to stagger backwards and be floored with an elbow to the back of the head. Grime goes down and drives his knee into Doc’s side a couple of times, before rolling him over and grabbing him by the throat. He chokes him for a couple of seconds but Doc manages to roll him off and get to his feet. He bounces off the ropes and floors Grime with a flying clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Very scrappy start here with Doc winning the opening scuffle
Zach Davis: Yeah Grime with what looked like an illegal choke on Doc there
Gravedigger: The only thing that should be illegal is the level of shitness in this match.
Grime is lifted up by Doc, he lifts his head and rotates so they are both facing the ceiling, before slamming him down with a neckbreaker. He covers and the ref drops…
Grime goes to get up but Doc grabs him and holds him in a headlock. Grime manages to get up on one knee, driving his elbow to Doc’s gut allowing him to wriggle free and plant Doc with a DDT. He lifts him up, throws him to the ropes and belly to belly suplexes Doc over his head and crashing to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: Grime back in control here, great suplex!
Zach Davis: Must take a lot of strength to lift a guy of Doc’s size over your head like that!
Gravedigger: I could bench press both these guys at the same time.
Grime fist pumps the air, bounces off the ropes and soccerball kicks Doc in the gut. He bounces back and does this again. He flips the winded Doc over and pins him
Grime looks at the ref and shakes his head before getting up, but Doc grabs his leg and gets to his feet. He stomps furiously on the gut of the downed Grime, lifts him to his feet and irish whips him off the ropes, Grime ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposite ropes but this time runs straight into the Gambler’s Hand! This connects and Grime is slammed into the mat. Doc quickly covers…
Freddy Whoa: Gambler’s Hand!! That was two and seven eighths!
Zach Davis: Gamblers Hand almost a worthy...gamble by Doc Henry!!
Gravedigger: I feel like cutting my own fucking hand off to alleviate the boredom.
Doc looks incredulous and walks over to the turnbuckle, he climbs it and the crowd cheer in anticipation. He leaps off the turnbuckle for the All-In but Grime gets to his feet and hits Doc with the Wrecked spear as he lands. He covers…
Freddy Whoa: Great counter by Grime!! The All-In was nearly All over for Doc!!
Zach Davis: Error made by Doc there, if you wanna hit your opponent with a move from the top turnbuckle you gotta make sure yo-
Gravedigger: You don’t fuck it up in such a pitiful manner.
Doc Henry is winded by the spear and is lifted to his feet by Grime, who grabs Doc’s legs and locks in the Dirty Clutch!! Doc stretches for the ropes but the spear took too much out of him and he taps out.
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner and STILL the WCF Television Champion....Grime!!
Freddy Whoa: Well it was a quick but scrappy match with Grime retaining his title!
Zach Davis: It was that one big error by Doc Henry that cost him
Gravedigger: For fucks sake, I was looking forward to some title ping pong.
Katherin Phoenix is walking the hallways backstage as she is paying more attention to her phone than where she is going. As she turns a corner she bumps into a dark figure. The Dark Prince is standing there as if he had been waiting for her. He looks into her eyes. She seems almost frozen as she looks back. He leans down and smells her neck for a moment.
Gravedigger: Run lady. Run.
Freddy Whoa: Oh man, this can't be good for Katherine Phoenix.
Zach Davis: She can't seem to be moved. Like she's in some kind of trance.
The Dark Prince puts his middle and index finger under Phoenix's chin and lifts it so she's looking up at him. He nods his head and walks by her without a word. She watches him walk away.
Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix has got to consider herself lucky there.
Gravedigger: This guy is a bit of a nutcase.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, spooky.
“I Smell a Massacre” begins to play, and the crowd boos loudly as Chelsea slowly walks out onto the ramp showing signs still from her match at XIII with Jayson Price. The look on her face is one of concern as she makes her way down to the ring. She grabs a mic and begins to shout.
Chelsea Armstrong: Cut the music! I’m sick of this! Some asshole wants to mess with my mind and refuse to show his face?! I don’t have to take this! Get out here you coward! Face me!
Zach Davis: What is Chelsea even doing out here, there's no way she's in condition to be in the ring after her match Friday, it looks like she's barely able to get herself in the ring.
The lights go out, and the arena grows silent. Faint calliope music drifts through the speakers, and maniacal laughter can be heard. Once again a piece of parchment appears on the giant screen, words burning their way across the paper.
The time has come, my myopic nemesis. You can not hide behind your faux angst. You can not hide behind your friends. You can not hide behind a shield as you always have. You have been called into the open battlefield to die. What’s worse… your fate is to be bested by a jester.
The screen shuts off, and the lights come back on. While Chelsea is busy staring at the blank screen in confusion, the crowd sees Isaiah Chavis standing on the apron, and explodes.
Zach Davis: That’s… That’s Isaiah Chavis! The Juggalo Warrior! He’s back!
Chelsea stares at the entrance ramp for a moment, before turning around and getting hit with a springboard dropkick to the face. The momentum sends her rolling out of the ring, and scrambling back up the ramp holding her face as one of the cuts caused Friday night was easily busted open causing blood to drop down her face. Falling to the ramp Genevieve runs out from the back having to help Chelsea up as she backs her up the ramp both of them keeping their eyes on the ring. Isaiah pops to his feet and celebrates as the crowd erupts.
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis is back and he has taken a big shot at Chelsea, the woman who put him on the shelf for over six months! I have no idea what’s going to happen, but I can’t wait to see it play out! It sounds like these fans feel the same way!
Zach Davis: Alright, we're coming up to the main event. A triple threat match pitting Joey Flash, Gemini Battle and Steeltoe Joe going against one another.
Gravedigger: This will be an awesome match. With these three, anything could and will happen!!
Freddy Whoa: All we need to do is get this match underway.
"Falling Higher" by Helloween plays through the Pepsi Center 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.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: Who are they?!
Gravedigger: Does it matter?
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.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring with Vanessa... Weighing in at 195 pounds. From Centereach, New York. This... is... Geminiiiiii.... Baaaaaaaaattllllle!!
Vanessa 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.
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle looks ready.
Freddy Whoa: Vanessa looks great!!
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle looks creepy!!
Zach Davis: Like WCF needs another creepy wrestler .
Freddy Whoa: Vanessa looks awesome!!
Gravedigger just looks at Freddy and shakes his head with disgust.
The lights, of The Pepsi Center dim down, the crowd buzz begins to build up to a fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
Kyle Steel: Approaching the ring, from Bronx, New York... weighing in at 220 pounds.... THIS IS.... JOOOOEEEEY FLAAAASH!!
Flash circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further.
Zach Davis: What is he doing?!
Gravedigger: Anything he does well pleases!!
Flash riles up the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foes with both apathy and disgust.
Freddy Whoa: I think Mr. Happy Go-Lucky is ready for the match.
Gravedigger: Ha! Mr. Happy Go-Lucky. That's priceless!!
The Pepsi Center goes dark. The entrance and stage area start to flicker with neon blue and white lights. "Cells" by The Sevant begins to slowly play through the PA system. Fog fills the entrance area and Steeltoe Joe comes walking methodically to the beat of the music out of the midst of the fog. The fans are going nuts as Joe pumps his muscles, takes of his sunglasses to look around the arena to the masses of fans cheering and chanting his name.
Crowd: JOE!!! JOE!!! JOE!!! JOE!!! JOE!!! JOE!!! JOE!!!
Steeltoe Joe puts his sun glasses back on and starts to walk down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Walking down the entrance ramp from Stockton, California.... weighing in at 272 pounds.... THIS IS THE HOLY FLAME... STEEEEL TOOOOOOE JOOOOOOOOE!!
STJ makes his way to the ring steps and walks up them in a slow manner but then explodes through the ropes and climbs the turnbuckle facing the camera. He raises his arms in his presumed victory, points to Heaven and jumps off the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: We have all three competitors in the ring,
Freddy Whoa: Let's get this main event started!!
All three competitor charge to the center, of the ring.
Gemini Battle pokes the eyes of Steeltoe Joe.
Zach Davis: An open handed slap to the face of Joey Flash!!
STJ charges at Gemini Battle...
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle moves out of the way, avoiding the charge of Steeltoe Joe!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Gravedigger: SPEAR!! SPEAR!!
Zach Davis: SPEAR ON JOEY FLASH!!
Gemini Battle grabs STJ....
As Steeltoe Joe rolls away, just through instinct, Battle pushes STJ out of the ring, using his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle grabs Joey Flash....
Zach Davis: Short-arm clothesline!!
Gemini Battle picks up Flash...
Zach Davis: Short-arm clothesline!!
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle tosses Joey Flash into a nearby corner.
Battle goes charging towards Flash...
Freddy Whoa: CORNER SPLASH!!
Joey Flash takes a stutter step before collapsing down and landing with his back against the bottom turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle takes his right boot and proceeds to place it under the chin of Joey Flash. Flash thrashes around, as if he is choking.
Stanley Moser: Alright Battle get off of him!! ONE.... TWO... THREE.... FOUR...
Battle walks away from a coughing opponent.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Gemini Battle just sneers at the crowd, but doesn't truly pay attention to the crowd. Battle turns around.
Zach Davis: Why is this maniac getting in the face of WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser?
As Battle and Moser have a not so subtle conversation, Vanessa rushes over to Steeltoe Joe and kicks him in the side. Vanessa helps help Steeltoe Joe and pushes him into the ringside barrier. STJ notices Vanessa and slowly approaches her...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Zach Davis: She has no right... no right at all, to get involved. He just scratched the eyes of Steeltoe Joe!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! OW!!
Gravedigger: Steeltoe Joe just had his BELLS rung!!
Zach Davis: That low-blow was not necessary.
As STJ falls to hus knees, Vanessa slaps Steeltoe Joe on the face. Vanessa walks away. Gemini Battle sees Vanessa walk away and Battle laughs and sneers at the referee.
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle needs to pay attention to his opponent.
Battle walks back to Joey Flash....
Zach Davis: Joey Flash grabbed the trunks of Gemini Battle and pulled him into the turnbuckles.
Battle hits face first on the middle turnbuckle. Flash charges at Battle....
Freddy Whoa: Battle moves out of the way and exits the ring. The crowd boos.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Gemini Battle: Shut the fuck up!!
Random nearby fan: Yo!! HEATH LEDGER DIED, DUMBASS!!
Gemini Battle lunges towards the fan and just roars out towards the fan. The fan just laughs. Battle turns around, takes a few steps....
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!
Joey Flash runs across the ring apron and flies towards Battle....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Flash nails Battle with a flying clothesline. Flash picks up Battle....
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle was nearly bent in half with that quick and excellently executed belly to back suplex!!
Zach Davis: Steeltoe Joe nails Joey Flash, from behind with a double sledgehammer to the back.
STJ picks up Flash....
Gravedigger: Scoop slam!
STJ picks up Joey Flash in a suplex position and holds up Flash for more than a few seconds...
Zach Davis: Here comes Strongholds....
Steeltoe Joe: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!!
Gemini Battle clips STJ from behind, as Joey Flash drops down. Battle grabs STJ...
Battle throws STJ into the corner of two adjoining section of ring barriers. Battle turns around....
Flash grabs Battle in an armbar...
Gravedigger: Armbar ddt!!
Joey Flash grabs Gemini Battle and tosses him into the ring.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash is going for the pin!!
The referee slides into position....
Crowd: THREE-EEE-EEE... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Joey Flash grabs Gemini Battle...
Freddy Whoa: Battle gets tossed into the ropes.
Gravedigger: Flash runs to the other end of the ring.
As both Battle and Flash meet in the center, of the ring, from opposite directions...
Zach Davis: Swinging neckbreaker!!
Gravedigger: Gemini Battle is down. Joey Flash goes for the pin.
STJ flies in the air....
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Steeltoe Joe, flying in the air.
Zach Davis: Very unusual for STJ!!
STJ quickly stands up....
Zach Davis: SUPERKICK!!
Freddy Whoa: STJ IS DOWN!! STJ IS DOWN!!
Joey Flash grabs to pick up STJ...
Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle nails Joey Flash from behind!!
Gemini Battle grabs Joey Flash in a reverse headlock. Battle then picks Flash off the ground, Joey Flash slips through and drops to the mat....
Zach Davis: Joey Flash lands hard on the mat!!
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Gemini Battle!!
A quick beautifully timed right hand counter punch nails Gemini Battle. It renders Gemini Battle incapacitated. Joey Flash drops down.
Gravedigger: Joey Flash is going for the pin....
[DING!! DING!! DING!!!]
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match.... JOEEEEEEEY FLAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH!!
Zach Davis: This match could of ended either way!! Great match up!!
Gravedigger: Joey Flash is the only man in this company with a one way ticket to the Trilogy Cup Tournament whenever he pleases. And he's won yet again. Alex Richards, Dune, Jay Omega, and Occulo? You're all on notice.
Slam flades to black.