We cut to a view of a random backstage hall, the shot bouncing along as the cameraman sprints toward a fire exit. The tech monkey bursts out into the parking lot, and the shot pans left then right as though searching for something. Excited cheers are heard nearby, as well as angry shouts, and the camera heads in that direction, weaving through the parked cars. We come around the side of a large black pickup truck just in time to see a denim-clad Jay Omega slam into the rear fender of a white Cadillac. Omega's spine is still arching when Kaz Mazy, also in street clothes, comes charging into the frame. Jay steps into the charge and catches Mazy with a powerslam onto the trunk of the Caddy, and starts driving the point of his elbow into Kaz's sternum. Kaz blocks the third shot and knees Omega in the face to get a little breathing room, then hits The Omega Man with another knee to push him away. Mazy kips to his feet on the car's trunk, spins around, then leaps off with a flying elbow smash that takes both men to the ground.
Both men fire off a string of punches at each other; fists swinging wildly, trying to find purchase wherever they may. Jay manages to roll Kaz off to the side, winds back, and throws a straight right hand. Mazy shifts his head to the side, causing Omega to hit nothing but asphalt. While The Omega Man cradles his hand, the KazMonstuh grabs him by the back of the head, and smacks Jay's face into the pavement as well. Kaz pushes himself to his feet and throws a kick at the dazed Omega's ribs, which seems to energize The Omega Man. Jay rises into a crouch as Mazy attempts to knee him in the face, but Omega catches the leg, and takes Kaz down with a Dragon Screw. Before Jay can capitalize, KazMonstuh kicks him off and rolls backward to his feet. The Omega Man shakes his head to clear it, then charges at Mazy; ducking low and tucking his shoulder. Kaz leaps into the air in order to jump over the telegraphed spear, when Omega pops up and catches him with a jumping spinebuster instead.
Jay takes hold of Mazy's leg, and begins dragging the winded Kazmonstuh toward the production truck. Omega tries pulling Kaz to his feet, but Mazy breaks free, and slams The Omega Man's head into the truck's grille once, twice, three times before Jay's knees just give out, and he slumps into a kneel, supporting himself with a one-handed death grip on the grille. Kaz backs up in order to get a running start, then connects both feet to the back of Omega's head with a front dropkick that dents the truck's grille. Favoring his right leg just a little, Mazy begins to climb the side of the truck. He looks down at The Omega Man, weakly pawing at the air as though looking for something to pull himself up with. Kaz shakes his head, then climbs higher, onto the roof of the truck's cab. Jay rolls onto his stomach and pushes up to al fours, then manages to get one foot under him, when a somewhat familiar-looking meth head pushes through the crowd of onlookers, and uses Omega as a springboard in order to jump up onto the hood of the truck.
The newcomer charges at Kaz, who simply hits a hip toss onto the trailer of the production truck. On the ground, The Omega Man stands up straight, angered by someone else getting involved, and also climbs up onto the truck. The meth head bounds to his feet and runs at Kaz, who catches him in a Stun Gun type maneuver, when Omega leaps up and spins in the air, taking the meth head out of Mazy's grip with the Thunderclap. The interloper lands awkwardly along the edge of the trailer before limply falling out of sight. From the other side of the trailer comes the sounds of screeching tires and a car's horn blaring, implying that whomever that was had nearly been hit.
Random Prostitute: Holy shit! Was that Al Envy?
On top of the truck's trailer, Jay blocks a punch from Kaz, then boots him in the junk before hitting a snap DDT. Mazy rolls onto his back and drums his heels while holding his face, then rolls off the side of the trailer to avoid a knee drop from Omega. Jay wastes no time and drops down after KazMonstuh, and his wounded knee buckles upon landing. The Omega Man stumbles to the side, which is the only thing that saves him from taking a Yakuza kick to the face. Both men are off-balance, but Jay recovers first, and simply shoves Mazy toward the trailer. Omega cinches in a rear waistlock as the KazMonstuh rebounds, but Mazy blocks an attempted German suplex, and throws a barrage of back elbows with both arms that manages to get through even The Omega Man's thick skull. Kaz turns around with a roundhouse kick to the side of Jay's head that causes him to stumble again, but Omega quickly retaliates with a superkick that drives Kaz back against the trailer. Mazy pushes off from the trailer and takes The Omega Man down with a football tackle, and the two begin throwing poorly-aimed punches once more.
Neither man seems able to keep the upper hand for long, when a shrill, wailing tone pierces through the cheers and jeers of the assembled onlookers. Flashing lights begin to fill the parking lot, and half a dozen police cruisers pull in, making a bee-line for the brawl. Both Kaz and Jay stop mid-punch, and throw identical glances over at the approaching cops, then back at each other, then back at the cops. No words are spoken, no truce or agreement struck, but both men release each other simultaneously, and take off in opposite directions. It's unlikely the cops could have done anything, but neither Kaz nor Jay seem keen on the idea of missing Slam while chilling in a holding cell. The cameraman watches as several uniformed officers begin speaking to the crowd, taking statements and such, before we fade out to a commercial.
The scene opens up to an office, as "Gonzo" Deuce Murdock and Seth Lerch are engaged in a heated conversation. Michael Steele and Mod Deuce are also present, as Gonzo and Seth speak...
Gonzo Murdock: What the hell do you mean I'm not cleared to wrestle? We had an entire week to get this shit in order!
Seth Lerch: Its not my fault the doctor found yet ANOTHER problem with you. And we have to get a Cruiserweight contract for you, now that you've dropped a weight category...
Gonzo Murdock: Oh what the fuck ever! You're the one calling my lawyer, threatening me to complete my contract! My EXISTING contract! And now you're the cause of me not being able to complete my contract, while I bet you're setting me up for a lawsuit!
Seth Lerch: Don't be absurd! I can't sue you if you're unable to perform your duties stated in the contract. Trust me, I've looked...
Gonzo Murdock: Of course you did...
Seth Lerch: In the meantime, I don't have time to dick around with you and hold your hand. So do us both a favor and do something else.
Gonzo Murdock: Like what? Throw another backstage party? I'll do it for $500!
Seth Lerch: Here... (tosses Gonzo a microphone...) Go around and find wrestlers to talk to! Perhaps you'll find a story worth a damn tonight to talk about! God knows Hank's getting to be about as useful as a set of extra nipples on my testicles!
Gonzo Murdock: Nipples on your testicles...
Mod Deuce: What about my contract?
Seth Lerch: Someday, maybe. Until then, you guys are the new interview crew! So get the hell out there and find me some stories! Here's some press badges, too! Now get the hell out of my office! I don't want to see you again, you bother me! OUT!!!
Everyone not named Seth Lerch gets to their feet and departs the office. All three guys stand outside of the office, as Gonzo holds up the microphone. He then says...
Gonzo Murdock: Alright, fuck it! Let's go find some people to interview.
Mod Deuce: I call the production van!
Gonzo Murdock: Mike, do you even know how to use a camera?
Michael Steele: Do I look retarded?
Mod Deuce: Would you like me to answer that?
Michael gives Mod a dirty look, as the scene changes to...
The scene opens up, as we pan into the ring, as we already see three competitors standing in the ring. We then pan in to the announcers, as "Go With The Flow" by Queens of the Stone Age plays, and Florian Stark walks up the steps and steps through the ropes, giving an un-wowed crowd a thumbs up as he sets foot for the first time in a WCF ring...
Gravedigger: God! That kid wreaks of N00B!
Zach Davis: Well, this kid is from Ontario, recent college drop-out, but won a tryout with the WCF. He has an amateur background, and tape on this kid is he's fast. Like Roy Speede fast.
Freddy Whoa: Like Roy Speede fast about getting up outta here? With no goodbye?
Gravedigger: Nice! You may grow on me, yet!
The lights in the arena go to black, with only the giant screen above the stage displaying the pattern of a oscilloscope matching the chaotic distortion which begins "Lost Boys" by Death Grips. As the distortion begins to settle into the beat, the words "IT'S SUCH A LONG WAY DOWN" flash over the screen as the emanate from the speakers. As the snare drum hits begin to burst forth, the lights in the arena begin to strobe in blue, white, and gray as the screen begins to show flashing black-and-white images of honey badgers in battle, paired with footage of Howard Black training or waiting in the locker room, preparing for a match, as it is apparent that the female fans are JEERING Howard Black. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head.
Gravedigger: I guess chivalry IS dead! I HAD IT RIGHT ALL ALONG!
Freddy Whoa: Man, I told my Momma I'd be wrestling a girl, and she'd whip my butt! Even if it was Chelsea Black or some other crazy bitch up in there!
Zach Davis: Well, the ladies are apparently taking issue with "Honey Badger's" view on this subject.
Gravedigger: Wait, "Honey Badger"? Do you see Z-MAC out there at all?
Zach Davis: That's what it says on the paper. "Honey Badger". Along with a "Grappling Specialist".
Gravedigger: So not only does he infringe on gimmicks and names, but he's also in a match where THROWING is more important than GRAPPLING.
"LOST BOYS" continue to repeat from the strobe, as he enters and immediately stalks the ring in a calculated manner, eyeing his opponents with a sneer of contempt and rage. He retreats to his corner, takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match, as “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea begins to play over the PA... as Eve Vega walks out onto the stage sipping on her strawberry shake.
Gravedigger: At least Seth got a "hot" one, this time...
Freddy Whoa: Eve Vega is her name, and milkshakes are her thang! WHOA!
Zach Davis: Eve Vega, from Beverly Hills, California, and she looks the part!
Freddy Whoa: I didn't know Chanel made wrestling tights.
Gravedigger: Yeah! That bitch makes EVERYTHING!
She makes her way to the ring walking sensually while enjoying the arousal of the men in the audience watching her walk to the ring. She holds the white embroidered towel in her left hand and hands a young man that is obviously a college student her shake and grabs the straw and slowly pulls it out of the cup and licks the remainder of the shake on the straw off. She smiles at him and then turns to climb the steel steps. Getting into the ring she uses the bottom rope to spring herself over the third and lands with a smile. She grabs the towel and holds it up so you can see the pink embroidery of Daddy"s Little Princess and then drops the towel. Just before the music stops she winks at the camera and blows a kiss, then blows one to Howard Black, as he just sneers...
Freddy Whoa: You see that? She's already playing head games with "Honey Badger"...
Gravedigger: No, FUCK THAT! NOBODY but NOBODY gets called Honey Badger, except for "Honey Badger" Zombie McFuckinMorris! I don't want to hear that combination of words AGAIN, unless "Honey Badger" decides to grace us with his presence!
Zach Davis: Well, its obviously working, as we can see his displeasure with being in the same ring as Eve Vega!
"Over and Under" by Egypt Central begins to to blare through the arena, and the crowd is starting to pick up, Zione Redington is seen walking out onto the front entrance ramp, a determined look sprawled over his face. He is looking out to the huge crowd in attendance... before pounding a lone fist into the middle of his chest. Zione is now stepping deliberately down the ramp leading down to the ring...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! WHAT WRONG WITH HIS EYES?
Zach Davis: Well, THAT is different!
Gravedigger: Obviously, he's in the wrong building. He's dressed like a boxer, not a wrestler! Does nobody wear tights anymore?
Zach Davis: Well, Eve is wearing tights...
Gravedigger: And they're nice tights! See that triple stitching right up to the inseam of her leggings...
Freddy Whoa: Perv much?
Gravedigger: WHAT!? I'm admiring quality work!
Soon enough, Zione is up onto the apron and stepping gracefully into the ring. He is now moving over to the turnbuckle corner, and holding up one fist into the sky in a triumphant show, a fierce light seen in the eye, before he steps down.
The bell sounds, which goes off as soon as he steps off the turnbuckle, and he finds himself piled on by the three original wrestlers in the ring at the start of the program, as Howard and Eve stare each other down...
Zach Davis: Pack tactics on Zione Redington early, while Florian does not rush to engage anybody. Howard and Eve just look at each other!
Gravedigger: NO WAY!
Freddy Whoa: Eve engages Black, and Black just stepped out of the way!
Zach Davis: And she landed face-first on the canvas! Meanwhile, Chris Moody grabs Howard from behind and tries to...
Gravedigger: OH, NICE SUPLEX, HOWARD!
Eve looks over at Florian, before she grabs a hold of one of Zione's assailants, and starts hammering away at him, first with a front kick, that leads into a crescent kick, before hitting a spinning hook kick on the poor bastard, who goes flying over the top rope...
Zach Davis: And first elimination to Eve Vega! And to think, she almost was not able to make her flight to Anchorage!
Gravedigger: She almost missed out, but instead eliminates... Alex Ruler. Alex Ruler? Who comes up with these names?
Freddy Whoa: Like "Gravedigger" is so original...
Gravedigger: Hey, I'm the reason why everybody wanna be "Gravedigger", and don't you forget it, son!
Freddy just grits his teeth, as we swing back to Zione, who is still being worked over by his sole assailant. Meanwhile, Howard's continued assault on Chris ends abruptly, as we see Chris Moody frantically slapping the mat in an effort to make the pain go away, as Howard has the Kimura Lock planted deep on Chris Moody.
Gravedigger: AIN'T THAT KINDA MATCH, GUY!
Zach Davis: And Howard Black is not letting go at ALL!
Gravedigger: And he doesn't have to. He's latched on tight like-
Freddy Whoa: A "Honey Badger"?
Gravedigger threatens harm to Freddy, but restrains himself, huffing and puffing as he does. Meanwhile, Chris Moody has managed to break the hold after rolling himself and Howard out of the ring. The referee directs both men back into the ring, but Chris Moody is in no shape to return to the ring, as the referee's call for his elimination...
Gravedigger: I gotta hand it to the guy. Only person I've ever seen get an elimination in an over the top rope battle with a submission that doesn't even put the guy over the top rope!
Zach Davis: I gotta say, pretty impressive and brutal.
Freddy Whoa: Fo' Sho! Fo' Sho! WHOA!
Florian Stark, who has been a bystander for most of the match, is all of a sudden assaulted by Eve Vega with a snapping front kick, followed by a crescent kick, which Florian deftly moves inward towards her, knocking her off balance as he falls to the mat, a slightly embarrassed look on her face, as she grimaces back up to a vertical position. Florian has a look of confusion on his face, as she gets angry and charges...
Zach Davis: Oh WOW! Florian Stark just caught Eve's leg and hits a Dragonscrew Legwhip! And now he's got her in an ankle lock!
Gravedigger: IT'S NOT THAT KIND OF MATCH!
Freddy Whoa: WE HEARD YOU, ALREADY!
Gravedigger: WELL, I'M SAYING IT, AGAIN! YOU GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?
Freddy backs down, as the former paint from Gravedigger's nose would've obviously rubbed off on to Freddy's ebony skin. Meanwhile, in the ring, Zione Redington tosses his assailant over the top rope, as the latter rushes him near the ropes, and Zione Redington easily back drops him over...
Zach Davis: And there goes Cyanide Johnson...
Gravedigger: Now THAT'S A FUCKING NAME!
Freddy Whoa: Gotta admit, pretty damn catchy name!
Gravedigger: Too bad he was boring as all of Hell! How long can you hold a guy in an armbar? And how many variations can you do of the armbar?
Zach Davis: Well, there was the the rolling armbar...
Gravedigger: Oh, give me a break, man...
Meanwhile, Eve easily kicks out of the hold Florian Stark has on her, as she rolls away from the oncoming Florian Stark. Florian is intercepted, however, by Howard Black, who hip tosses him, before slapping a sitting armbar on top of Florian's arm. Howard easily walks him over to the ropes, before driving the heel of his boot into the chin of Stark. Honey Badger then clamps his arms around Starks in a double underhook, before picking him up, and suddenly driving Stark into the mat...
Zach Davis: TREE OF NO CARE!
Zach Davis: That's what he calls that maneuver?
Gravedigger: Don't be a smart-ass! I call it wasted energy. Why didn't he just suplex that asshole over the top rope?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
The match shifts focus, as both Eve Vega and Zione Redington put on an incredible display of boxing, kickboxing, and various other striking martial arts, as Zione first charges in with a jab combination, which Eve dodges and catches Zione with a roundhouse kick to the torso, driving him back enough.
Zione immediately charges, and Eve counters with a hip toss that Zione holds on to, slinging Eve across the ring, where she lands on her feet, and already charging, as she flies in with a side kick that Zione ducks, before getting floored by Zione's own shuffling side kick. Zione goes in for the kill, as Eve finds her vertical, as he hits first with a spinning back kick, that leads to him grabbing a hold of her head, while driving both of his knees into her face...
Zach Davis: CODEBREAKER!
Gravedigger: ...and she was so pretty...
Freddy Whoa: Girl got some moves, though...
Zach and Digger: Uh-huh...
Howard dispatches of Florian Stark, while Zione disposes of Eve in a similar fashion, eliminating both from the match. It boils down to the final two, as the crew says...
Gravedigger: This match hasn't been a total bust, so far...
Zach Davis: We're getting more and more martial artists...
Freddy Whoa: Time for them to bring it home!
Howard Black runs at Zione who ducks and hits a Back Bodydrop, sending Black over the top and to the outside!
Gravedigger: WE'VE GOT OUR WINNER!
The bell sounds as Zione Redington gets the arm raised.
Zach Davis: Zione Redington gets th win here tonight!, but great effort by lots of the competitors here.
Freddy Whoa: These were all newcomers but I definitely expect we could see great things from many of them.
A side door swings up and the wind blows a chill gust shaking the cameraman filming just as Mystic walks through the door slamming it shut.
Mystic: This thing on? .. Is It On?!?
Cameraman: Yea, Yes!
Freddy Whoa: Mystic has arrived.
Mystic: To everyone in attendance and to the ingrate I'm meeting tonight.. I'm here..
Mystic walks past the view and storms down the hallway as the fluorescent lights above him begins to flicker all the way down till he turns out of sight.
Gonzo and Michael are walking around backstage, as they have already missed opportunities to speak to some members of the WCF who have already competed this evening. Gonzo and Michael are talking about their lot in life as they continue to hunt down members of the roster to interview...
Michael Steele: Never thought I'd miss the day...
Gonzo Murdock: Miss what day?
Michael Steele: Days where I was getting shot at. How many people have you tried to interview?
Gonzo Murdock: Oh, this isn't so bad. At least we're indoors. You remember getting into the arena, yes? Behind a fleet of snow trucks?
Michael Steele: That's true. I'd hate to be the outside security officer for this event...
Both guys continue to walk and talk, when they see Danny Anderson, member of the "Dark Riders Gang", wrapping his wrists for his upcoming match against "The New Freebirds". Gonzo looks at Michael and says...
Gonzo Murdock: Is he an active wrestler? Its really embarrassing to keep running into inactive guys and asking them for an interview.
Michael Steele: He's gearing up for something. Why don't you ask what for, reporter?
Gonzo Murdock: Get the camera ready...
Gonzo and Michael walk up to Danny Anderson, as Michael gets the camera operational. Gonzo then starts off the interview with...
Gonzo Murdock: Hey you! Yeah, you! You got a match later?
Danny Anderson: Yeah, I got a match later! What does it look like?
Gonzo Murdock: You about to go up against those New Freebirds?
Danny Anderson: "New" Freebirds... But definitely not improved! The DRG is going to roll all over those clowns, and there might even be a Hate Crime tonight, if Adam Young and his sad sack of wrestlers don't find their place quick tonight in this match, and that's face-down on the mat, pretending to be dead so they don't have to get their asses kicked by us anymore!
Gonzo Murdock: I see. So I take it you're already looking past this match. What are you looking forward to after this match?
Danny Anderson: I'm looking for what everyone else is looking for, and that's to make my name. And just like everyone else here in the WCF, I guess I get to make my bones against Adam Young...
Gonzo Murdock: I don't think I ever faced Adam Young, have you?
Michael just shakes his head, as Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: What about you, Mod?
Mod Deuce (Audible): Once... He don't want none of me after that once, though...
Danny Anderson: And that is my goal for tonight. Make sure Adam Young wants none of me, I repeat, NONE OF ME, after tonight. And after tonight, Young and his morons can take a long walk off of a short pier, for all I care! This is just the beginning of what the DRG is all about! Tonight we make our mark!
Gonzo Murdock: Well, good luck with that. I know Tubs has a World Title match tonight against Cairo, and I wish him good luck. And with any luck, I'll get to talk to him before he goes on to challenge for the WCF World Title. So yeah...
The feed still continues, as Gonzo stares into the camera. Gonzo then says...
Gonzo Murdock: Have you cut it yet?
Michael Steele: WHAT THE FUCK, CAMERA?
Mod Deuce (Audible): Press the red....
Static and snow as the feed cuts. This is replaced quickly by the next segment...
Kyle Steel: The following match is for one fall.
The words “Dampshaw” comes on the screen in a flashy, Victorian style lettering. Dampshaw III walks down with Demis Polymeros in tow. Dampshaw’s self created International Championship wrapped around Reginald’s waist.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Ryde, Isle of Wight, England. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds and standing at six foot three inches. He is the Duke of Gold, and the self proclaimed International Champion. Reginald DDDAAAAMMMMMMPPPPPPSSSSSHHHHAAAAAWWWW the TTTHHHHIIIIRRRRDDDD!!!!!!!
Dampshaw III walks down, arrogantly waving his hands not unlike the Queen.
And did those feet in ancient time
Dampshaw looks around at the crowd while walking, giving the people looks of disgust as he truly believes that he is above them.
Bring me my Bow of burning gold
Reginald slowly enters the ring and lifts his arms up in the air, looking around the arena at all the fans, a look of pure contempt and dislike on his features. Gold smoke and gold sparks come tumbling down onto him as the fans boo the hated wrestler. Reginald is uncaring in this reaction, immersed in his own self love.
Dampshaw III’s music fades away, leaving him to turn his attention to the stage. “Eye of the Tiger” begins to play as Snapz slowly walks to the stage, glaring through the crowd.
Kyle Steel: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Standing at six foot five inches, SSSSNNNNNAAAAAPPPPZZZZZ!!!!!!!!!
As he walks to the ring, he approaches fans on the aisles as if to interact, but then turns to a camera with an evil grin and slides into the ring. As he stands in the middle of the ring, he raises his fist. He suddenly brings it down right as a large bang of pyro goes off.
Zach Davis: Reginald Dampshaw III facing off against Snapz in this singles bout with referee Jefferson Davis Bates officiating.
Freddy Whoa: Don’t forget, Reginald Dampshaw III is the W-C-F International Champion.
Referee Jefferson Davis Bates calls for the bell as Reginald Dampshaw III and Snapz steps towards each other in the ring. Reginald goes to tie up, but Snapz kicks him in the gut instead. Snapz grabs Reginald, attempting to go for a gutwrench move. Reginald instead grabs the leg of Snapz and sends him down to the ring, keeping his leg in his grasp.
Zach Davis: Reginald Dampshaw the third is not going to simply let Snapz do what he wants. He is reminding Snapz that this is his ring.
Reginald sends an elbow drop right on the knee of Snapz, and applies pressure to the knee. Snapz raises his other leg, and sends it crashing down on Reginald’s head, and applying a scissor lock. Snapz grabs the ropes, but Dampshaw keeps the lock applied. Referee Bates warns Dampshaw, but is ignored. Jefferson begins the count.
Jefferson steps in and pulls the two apart. Dampshaw and Jefferson argue as Snapz recovers in the corner. Jefferson raises a finger, indicating one more chance.
Zach Davis: The referee is not backing down. Finally, we have a referee not afraid to enforce the rules of the match!
Dampshaw turns, and is met with strong clothesline from out of the corner. Snapz picks Dampshaw back up, and lifts him for a spine buster, but Dampshaw delivers an elbow strike to the shoulder blade. Snapz drops Dampshaw, who delivers a powerful European uppercut, sending Snapz backwards. Dampshaw delivers another European uppercut, this time sending Snapz into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: Snapz back in the corner!
Snapz bursts forward ready to deliver another clothesline. Dampshaw drops him with a drop toe hold and applies an ankle lock. Snapz quickly turns, and pushes Dampshaw to the ropes with his legs. Dampshaw returns just as Snapz is getting back up. Snapz moves in with a right hook.
Dampshaw catches the arm of Snapz, and sends him to the ground, applying a painful armlock. Snapz reaches for the ropes, but comes up short. Dampshaw applies the lock with more force, causing Snapz to scream in pain. Snapz quickly taps, causing Referee Jefferson Davis Bates to move in, and break the hold. Snapz crawls out of the ring holding his arm, as Jefferson raises Dampshaw’s arm.
Zach Davis: Reginald Dampshaw the third wins!
Freddy Whoa: And retains his W-C-F International Championship!
Backstage five WCF security members are walking toward Seth Lerch's office. Turning down the last hallway they find Bobby Cairo beat up and unconscious. They rush to him.
Security Guard #1: We need some help here!
Three guards stick with Bobby Cairo as another looks out and the other runs to get the medical personnel. Moments later the security guard returns with the medical staff and the other security members back away to let them do their job.
Medical Assistant: It looks like he got pretty banged up here.
Two others turn Bobby Cairo over on his back and find the cut just under his hairline with a bruise.
Medical Assistant: Damn! I hope this isn't a concussion. BOBBY!!! WAKE UP MAN!!!
As they continue to try and revive Bobby, the medical assistant notices something under Cairo's left knee.
Medical Assistant: What the hell is that?!
He reaches for it and pulls it out from under Cairo's knee. It's the DRG flag.
Medical Assistant: Damn, looks like DRG left their calling card.
Security Guard #1: Looks like TUB isn't wanting to take any chances of losing tonight.
Medical Assistant: BOBBY!!! BOBBY CAIRO!!!
Bobby Cairo starts coming to as the medical assistant gets his attention. Bobby Cairo touches the cut on his head and tries to get to his feet.
Bobby Cairo: What the--
Medical Assistant: Hate to tell you this, Champ. But, we found this under your knee.
The Medical Assistant shows the DRG flag to Bobby Cairo.
Bobby Cairo: I'm going to murder that fool.
Medical Assistant: Looks to me like you don't have a concussion but let's go ahead and get you checked out and stitched up for tonight.
Bobby Cairo nods and follows the medical staff to the trainers room as the door closes behind them.
Mullins watches Occulo prepare for the night from the door of the gym, standing back as he pushes through it.
Mullins: Excuse me, can I request an audience with the US Champion?
Occulo turns around with a sigh
Occulo: What do you want? If it’s not an apology I have nothing to say or hear from you.
Mullins holds his arms out with a blank expression
Mullins: Apologise? For what exactly?
Occulo: Bringing all this shit down on me. Okay, I lost that match against Jay. I felt shit about it. Of course. What did you do? Get wasted and attack me, then not only blame me for the loss but also that I let Mom down. I failed to bring you glory so that’s it, you just gave up. Went back to the scum you were before you arrived here.
Mullins: Son, I love you, you know tha-
Occulo: No. You love me as a wrestler. You love the fact you could be recognised as a great manager because you could never, EVER be recognised as a great Father. If I wasnt’ here, if I was just a shelf-stacker in a store you’d still be in Chicago doing god knows what. That’s a fucking fact, and you know it. I’m a goose laying a golden egg for you. That’s it. Then you had the gall to make ME feel like the bad person in all this. Well, fuck it. I don’t need you. You’re fired.
Mullins: I’m fired??
Occulo: That’s right. We are completely detached business wise. Now let’s see if you stick around shall we? See you around.
Occulo disappears around the corner leaving Mullins seething.
Mullins: That...that prick. Nobody fires me.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a six-man tag team match.
The lights fade down to where a single white light hits the entrance way. The light turns upward where it hits on a Rebel Flag and then "Freebird" starts playing. As the drums kick in different white lights fly around the arena. Out walk Adam Young, Jim Beam, and Jefferson Davis, the New Freebirds all wearing rebel flag t-shirts. The fans are booing and throwing trash at the trio as they make their way towards the ring. Adam stops half way and rubs his wrists as he puts on his trademark icey stare. Adam begins laughing as they climb into the ring and the arena lights fade back up.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of seven-hundred forty pounds, they are “The Villian” Adddamm Younnngg…”White Trash” Jimm Bubbaaa Beeamm…and “Kinfolk” Jefferrrsonnn Daavis…the New Freebirds!
The sounds of several Harley-Davidson motorcycles blare over the sound system, slowly fading out. After a brief pause “Call Me the Breeze” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play. Danny Anderson is the first to step up on stage, followed soon by Charles “Charlie” Anderson and Konstantin “Connor” Noskov. Danny steps forward first, Charlie moving to his right, and Connor moving to his left, forming a V formation. Once at ringside, Danny walks up the steps and steps through the middle rope, entering the ring. Charlie and Connor climb up the steps, through the ropes, and enter the ring as well.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at a combined weight of five-hundred and seventy-three pounds, they are “The Unpredictable” DDDannnyyy Anndderrrssson…Charlles “Charrlie” Anndderrrssson…and Konnstatinn “Connnorrr” Nosskovv…the Dark Riders Gang!
The two teams are huddled up in opposite corners talking amongst themselves deciding who is going to start the match and who’s going to sit out on the apron.
Zach Davis: It looks like Danny Anderson will be starting for The Dark Riders Gang and Adam Young will be starting for The New Freebirds.
Danny Anderson and Adam Young walk to the center of the ring. The referee calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Danny and Adam circle the ring, sizing each other up. After a few moments Danny decides to make the first move and goes to lock up with Adam.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young makes a quick tag to Jim Bubba Beam! He doesn’t want nothing to do with Danny at this moment in time. Whoa!
Danny looks on with a sick smile on his face as Jim enters the ring and Adam heads out onto the apron.
Gravedigger: That’s why they call Adam “the Villian” he does what he wants to. Besides this Danny guy seems like a nutjob.
Danny and Jim lock up in the center of the ring. Danny is quick slapping a side headlock on Jim and squeezes hard as possible to restrict as much air flow as he can. Jim reverses and gets behind Danny with an arm lock. Danny counters using his other arm to grab Jim by the back of the head and flips him over with a snap mare transitioned into a head lock. Danny locks in the sleeper wrenching Jim’s neck and leaning back trying to apply more pressure.
Zach Davis: Danny Anderson is trying to pop off Jim Beam’s head like a bottle cap!
Gravedigger: Heh I see what you did there. Nice…
Jim manages to power out of the sleeper hold and makes it back into his feet. Danny goes to Irish whip Jim but counters Irish whipping Danny towards the ropes into a waiting Adam Young who kicks Danny in the back of the head.
Zach Davis: Oof Adam catches Danny off guard with a kick to the back of the head staggering him.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Jim follows through the cheap shot from Adam dropping Danny with a dropkick!
After Jim drops Danny with a dropkick, Adam is hollering at Jim and reaching out asking for a tag.
Gravedigger: And now Adam is going to come in for the scraps!
Jim grabs Danny by the head and drags him over to the Freebirds corner as Charlie and Connor looks on. Jim throws Danny into the turnbuckle and hits a few right hands to keep Danny down in the corner. But Danny starts fighting back like a rabid bull firing shots off to Jim, Jefferson, and Adam. Danny manages to knock Jim down to the mat, Jefferson to the floor and goes to clothesline Adam who reverses grabbing Danny’s head and jumping to the floor making Danny’s head bounces off the ropes stunning him. Adam then climbs back onto the apron and slaps Jim’s back tagging himself in.
Jim crawls out onto the apron under the bottom ropes as Adam climbs the turnbuckle. Adam waits for the right moment and leaps off the turnbuckle and goes for a double axe handle drop but Danny counters with a big shot to the gut causing Adam to flip in the air crashing and burning. Danny falls to the mat after as well.
Zach Davis: Danny needs to make the tag to his team!
Charlie and Connor start walking back and forth on the apron trying to will Danny on. Danny starts crawling for his corner and Adam tries crawling after Danny trying to grab his foot to stop him. Danny connects with a few stiff kicks, kicking Adam off him and inches closer and closer to Charlie. Adam sees this and crawls for his corner.
Freddy Whoa: And he does!
Gravedigger: And so does Adam!
Danny finally makes it to Charlie jumping off the mat and slapping Charlie’s hand who enters. Adam makes it to Jefferson who enters. The two meet in the ring and engage in a slugfest. After a few rounds neither man is letting up beating the holy hell out of each other. Jefferson gets a good hit and manages to Irish whip Charlie into the ropes and drops Charlie with a spine buster. Charlie holds his back in pain as Jefferson gloats to the crowd.
Zach Davis: These two teams are beating the snot out of each other trying to come away with the win.
Charlie kicks out! Jefferson is angered by this and grabs Charlie by the head and pulls him to his feet. He then applies a front facelock and drapes Charie’s arm over his shoulder. Jefferson stomps down hard and hits a stiffly, quick snap suplex on Charlie. Jefferson stays linked up and pulls Charlie to his feet with the intention of hitting another snap suplex but Charlie counters with a few hard shots to the gut. Charlie then grabs Jefferson pushing his head underneath his legs and turns him upside down and drops to a sitting position driving Jefferson’s head into the mat with a pile driver. Charlie covers.
Adam Young hits the ring and breaks up the count. Danny tries coming in as well but the referee stops him. Jim Beam uses the distraction to enter the ring as well. Adam and Jim wait for Charlie to get to his feet and hit the Mason Dixon Line.
Zach Davis: 3D! 3D! 3D!
Gravedigger: Um Zach…don’t you mean the Mason Dixon Line. Idiot.
Adam pulls Jefferson, who was still recuperating from the pile driver, over Charlie making the cover and him and Jim bail the ring.
Connor hits the ring kicking Jefferson in the back of the head breaking up the pin. Connor then taps Charlie on the shoulder trying to motivate him to make the tag. Connor heads back out onto the apron as Charlie crawls to make a tag, and Jefferson is crawling to make a tag as well.
Zach Davis: Charlie made it as well as Jim. Danny and Adam are on their way in!
Freddy Whoa: But did you notice Danny tagged himself in before Charlie could tag in Connor.
Gravedigger: Heh Danny snubbed him.
Danny hits the ring in a flurry and charges Adam. Adam goes for a clothesline but Danny ducks underneath and hits the ropes. Danny then connects with a running knee lift to the gut of Adam bowling him over. Danny then gets behind Adam and applies a side headlock before dropping down on his knees and driving Adam's head down to the mat forehead first, with the side headlock connecting with his finishing move Comatose.
Zach Davis: Comatose! Newcomer Danny Anderson has just hit the veteran Adam Young with his finisher Comatose!
Freddy Davis: Did you see Adam’s head crash into the mat. Whoa it was sick!
Gravedigger: I wanna see it again! It was awesome!
Danny makes the cover.
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners...Thheee Daarrkkk Riiidderrrsss Gannng!
Freddy Whoa: Jim and Jefferson fail to make the save!
Zach Davis: Adam takes another loss and The Dark Riders Gang Wins!
Gravedigger: Like it really was a surprise…we all knew Adam and his cronies would lose. The surprising thing though is when Danny snubbed Connor tagging himself in and getting the win.
Zach Davis: Yeah ‘Digger, I wonder if there will be any repercussions for that.
Gravedigger: Just not tonight, as the Dark Riders Gang walk away tonight with the victory.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
“Call Me the Breeze” by Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play as Danny and Charlie celebrate the win. Connor looks on in anger.
Gonzo and Michael are still milling around in the backstage area, as both guys are talking about the unfolding events of the evening, but more so about Michael's failures with the camera, as Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: So you figure out that camera, yet?
Michael Steele: Yeah, I got it! I kept pressing the wrong red button. Does he realize how many red buttons there are on this particular model of camera?
Gonzo Murdock: I have no clue what his knowledge of cameras are! All I do is stand in front of them and talk! That's my job!
Michael Steele: Yeah, don't remind me... Hey, isn't that the guy who's supposed to face that guy who punched you in the face last week?
Gonzo and Michael look down the corridor to see Mystic, who is closing a door behind him quietly, as he makes his way into the corridor. Gonzo motions for Michael to turn the camera on and follow, as they make the approach on Mystic. As they close in, Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: You challenging for the Television Title tonight against Grime?
Mystic just looks at both Gonzo and Michael, as he nods that he is indeed facing Grime tonight...
Gonzo Murdock: Well, good luck with that. Fucker cheap-shot me last week and I planted my foot right square into his nose! Hope like hell you have something similar planned for him.
Mystic: Oh, I do. Don't you worry about it. And I'm going to take that title, too, and show everyone here in the WCF how to defend it, as well.
Gonzo Murdock: Well, I think most people in the WCF would be happy with just about ANYBODY other than Grime with the Television Title. Are you bringing that anger out here with you when you face him?
Mystic: Anger? Anger resides with me no matter where I go or what I do. But tonight Grime gets to suffer my anger, my wrath, as all other bullies and fools suffer when they cross me. When tonight is over, all Grime will be is a bad memory to the Television Title. And that change begins tonight!
Gonzo Murdock: Well, I wish you the best of luck in your match tonight. All I request is that win, lose, or draw, you crack Grime a good one across his smug face. Are we cool with that?
Mystic: Oh, I'll be "cracking" one across his face tonight, alright. Though they will be more for me than they will be for anybody else. I could not care less about your issues with Grime.
Gonzo Murdock: Fair enough. So win this match for you, then. What am I talking to you, for?
At that point, "Meaning to Life" by Disturbed begins to play, as Mystic begins to head towards the arena. Gonzo and Michael hang back, as they watch him leave. Gonzo then says...
Gonzo Murdock: Well he had tons of personality!
Mod Deuce (Audible): I know, right? Hey Mike? You can cut the feed anytime, now...
Michael Steele: DAMMIT!!!
The feed cuts off immediately, as we go to the next segment.
"Treachery" by Bleach hits the arenas speakers.
Zach Davis: Here comes garbage.
The audience displays a heated reaction to the appearance of Logan and Lilith, who casually walk out onto the stage. Logan is wearing a smart leather jacket, black tank top with the word "Treachery" written across the front of it and a pair of scuffed up looking jeans. Lilith on the other hand looks smarter than she ever has before, wearing a tight black mini dress, shiny black heels and a large pendant necklace which is settled nearly upon her cleavage.
Gravedigger: Garbage? Guys a legend. Show some respect.
Zach Davis: I don't care who he is. He should have never taken Marc Mayhem under his wing if he was going to turn on him. The kid never deserved that. And that Lilith... pure annoyance.
Logan and Lilith proceed down the rampway, Logan appearing to be a little confused by the negative audience reaction. Logan climbs the steps, Lilith hurries ahead of him and sits on the middle rope to support Logan's entrance into the ring. The pair, now inside the ring, look around at the booing audience. Lilith snatches two microphones from an outside official, giving the official an extremely fake looking smile, and hands a microphone to Logan. "Treachery" theme cuts, but the booing does not.
Logan: This is a celebration. Quiet please.
Logan: Really? That's how you're going to treat us?
A 'Lo-lith' sucks chant begins. Logan and Lilith confusingly share a look.
Logan: What was that?
Lilith is shaking her head at the crowds response.
Logan: It's okay. I get it. You would have rather watched me slouch around with Marc Mayhem, eat hotdogs, make fart jokes. I get WCF's audience. I really do. But, honestly, if it wasn't for you guys none of us would have a job. So... this just isn't a celebration for Lilith and I, but for you as well.
Zach Davis: What?
A catering service hits the rampway. They're professionally dressed, wearing chef hats, and pushing carts of beautifully made platters of hotdogs to the ringside. They set up near the front row of the audience, passing out hotdogs to fans who readily accept them.
Logan: And you call me a bad guy? See... I'm not so bad. Enjoy those hotdogs guys. That's all for you.
Lilith: You see -
Logan gently pushes the microphone down from Lilith's mouth, shaking his head at her.
Logan: I'm not done yet.
She nods, then just kind of hangs her head a little.
Logan: So, while you fine fans are filling up on our behalf, let's talk about the elephant in the room, Marc Mayhem.
A few cheers at Mayhem's name being mentioned between eating hotdogs.
Logan: You guys get it right? I'm all about the wins. Marc Mayhem kept preventing that from happening.
Zach Davis: Actually, the Hotdog Kings only lost a single match, and that was against the tag team champions no less.
Logan; It's like an old favorite shirt. You really loved that shirt, but it begins getting faded, gets a hole here or there. Do you continue to wear that - walking around with that shirt looking like a bum?
Zach Davis: Comparing Mayhem to a t-shirt. No respect.
Logan: Of course not. Would you wear that shirt, Lilith?
Before she can answer, Logan continues.
Logan: Of course not. Nobody wears that shirt. Can you blame me guys?
Booing in between hotdog munching fills the arena.
Logan: Taking that as a agreement. Anyway, let's not wait any longer... ladies and gentlemen, and Jayson Price, because he loves records - last Sunday this woman, this warrior standing to my left, she defeated Marc Mayhem, not only pinned him, but broke the record for quickest win in WCF history.
Logan tucks the microphone within his arm to clap at Lilith.
Zach Davis: That's bullshit. Lilith didn't even lift a finger during that match.
Logan: During which she not only solidified her legacy here within the WCF but she also achieved more in 20 seconds than Marc Mayhem had during his entire career.
Lilith happily smiled at Logan as he continued to praise her. Growing slightly tired of waiting to talk though she simply crossed her arms and pushed out her chest to distract the WCF legend so that she could finally add her piece to the story.
Lilith: All week long I have had people come up to me on the streets, in airports, in my imagination... All of them asking to me "Lilith how could you do that to Marc Mayhem?". How could I do that to him? Let's get one thing clear right now. I didn't do a thing to Marc Mayhem, Marc Mayhem did this to himself. My history with Logan, our history... is legendary. Everyone who is anyone knows that Logan and Lilith were destined to be together yet Marc Mayhem tried his hardest to prevent that from happening. He tried to inject his venom into my relationship with Logan for no other reason than the fact that he was jealous. I know you fans are all a bunch of fat ugly losers and so you either don't have another half or they're too blind or stupid to be with you... But can you imagine if someone tried to do that to you?
More boos hit Lilith and Logan but they simply do not care.
Lilith: Here's a better example for you losers. Imagine if after spending years sat on your fat asses eating your junk food in fast food restaurants some skinny little asshole came up to you and told you that you could no longer eat what you wanted to eat or sit where you wanted to sit... And that you had to share everything that you had. Let me let you into a little secret... I do not share. Never have, never will. You'd all feel my pain then right? And yet you boo me? You make me out to be the villain in this situation? Fuck you! Fuck each and every one of you! I'm no villain! Marc Mayhem was the cancer within the WCF! I was simply the one who put an end to him!
Lilith stormed around the ring looking as if she was about to lash out at the entire crowd who just continued to boo her.
Lilith: Marc Mayhem should be thanking me! He really should! He should get down onto the ground and lick the dog shit from the bottom of my shoe! You know why? Because because of me putting an end to his mediocracy he has had more publicity and had more of you pathetic fucking loser fans talk about him than he had EVER had before! And you all god damn well know it! I stopped people being all like "Marc Mayhem? Who's that?" and now you all know who he is because of me! Where's my fucking thank you?!
Logan: I didn't hear one. Obviously we're not appreciated here. But here's the real secret, Mayhem. Do you know why I joined up with you to begin with only to turn on you? It wasn't because of Lilith, even though she did put a bit of wedge in, but I did because Marc... I liked it. I built up a friendship with you for the sole purpose of ruining it. That's what gets my rocks off. And people may wonder, well, what's stopping Lilith from trusting someone named the Face of Treachery?
He lovingly stepped into Lilith, hooking a piece of her hair and moving it off her cheek.
Logan: Lilith is the closet thing to a real friend I have ever had. She gets me. I get her. We're cut from that same blood stained cloth. Give me some sugar, toots.
The two shared a quick peck on the lips. He pushes her away afterwards and she falls down onto her rear.
Logan: Not too much, honey. Let's not get carried away. These people are here to see me talk, not make out with a brat.
He looked down over to her.
Logan: Get up, Lilith. We're doing a promo. No time for naps. Unbelievable.
Lilith lifts her arm up into the wait waiting for Logan to help her up off the floor, which he doesn't do. Annoyed and a little upset Lilith grabs hold of the ring ropes to pick herself up. She quickly looks around the arena and then back up at Logan.
Lilith: Ummmmmm Logi Bear, I know all the fans are enjoying the gifts we have given them but I see that there is someone out there watching us who looks kinda moody. You don't mind if I go and give him a hotdog, right? It might cheer him up. I don't like it when people are moody, it sure does get me down.
Logan: Sure do what you have to do sugar pants.
Excited Lilith bounces around the ring for a bit and then climbs through the ropes and jumps down onto the floor outside the ring.
Zach Davis: What do you think she's doing?
Gravedigger: I think I know and I hope I'm wrong.
Lilith quickly bounces over to the caterng cart, grabs hold of one of the hotdogs and covers it in ketchup. The brunette quickly runs over to the announce table and climbs on top of it, sitting cross legged right in front of Gravedigger smiling brightly at the Hall of Famer.
Lilith: Hi Digger! You looked a little moody sat out here next to that trashcan Zach Davis so I thought I'd be nice and fetch you one of these. You're welcome sugar.
Zach Davis: I think you have a fan, Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: Errrrr yeah. Thanks Lilith, I guess.
Lilith watches as Gravedigger grabs hold of the hotdog, inspecting it a little and then taking a fairly large bite out of it. The brunette claps her hands excitedly as she watches him finish every last part of it. Lilith looks up at Logan who is still stood in the ring watching what was going on, a smirk covering his face.
Gravedigger: Damn this is good.
Logan turns back to the attention of the audience, a few people in the front row have turned pale and begin vomiting.
Logan: All that talk about Marc Mayhem making you sick?
Matter of fact, everyone in the audience holding a leftover wrapper from the hotdogs that were served are all bent over in their seats, puking their guts out.
Lilith: Good boy, Digger. Good boy.
She playfully patted Gravedigger on the head after he finished the hotdog. The arena began to reek of vomit.
Logan: Welp, that's my cue.
"Treachery" by Bleach hit the speakers. Logan rolls out underneath the ring and heads to the back with Lilith, who has hopped off the announce table.
Zach Davis: It appears that everyone who ate a hotdog is becoming majorly ill.
Gravedigger groans, holding his stomach.
Zach Davis: What the hell is going on?!
The scene begins, 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.
Gravedigger: I love his matches, but I still don't know what to make of him.
Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: How the hell does he do that?
Zach Davis: I don't know, I just call the matches.
Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Mikey's opponent/the stage where Mikey's opponent will be entering from.
'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...
Gravedigger: Hey, 1980 called! They want their song and hair back!
Zach Davis: What's wrong with his hair?
Freddy Whoa: Where do we begin?
He gets to the ring, and Wicked slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, playing to the crowd and hitting the air guitar solo, before turning to face his opponent, still with that big grin. Mikey just glares at Wicked, who just continues to smile that cheese-eating smile.
Suddenly, "Give me the night" by Dragonforce plays, with pyros going off at the pause at the beginning. As those explosions finish, Q-Ball runs out from behind the curtain to the cheers of the crowd, hold a razor-wire wrapped sycamore cane above his head. He walks down the ramp, taking fives from the fans.
Zach Davis: And here comes Q-Ball, who has already began making a name for himself by trying to curb the attitude of Grime...
Gravedigger: Why would anybody want to do THAT?!
Freddy Whoa: Are you kidding? Spitting on the TV Title? Dumping on the WCF? Attacking "Gonzo" Deuce...
Gravedigger: Oh, fuck that psychotic blowhard! I don't trust him! One day, he's going to snap, and kill everyone in the locker room. Mark my words!
Zach Davis: Highly doubtful. If anything, he'd probably kill the guy killing all the people.
Gravedigger: Whatever, man...
As he gets to the ring, he places the cane in a wooden box set by the stairs, and slides into the ring. He jumps up onto a turnbuckle, pointing out at the fans and then to himself, mouthing gratitude. He jumps down and awaits the beginning of the match...
The bell sounds, as Q-Ball explodes forward, catching both Mikey and Wicked down to the ground with a very quick double clothesline, before he puts boots to BOTH men, before they could even consider regaining their footing!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Q-Ball fast as Hell!
Gravedigger: Whatever! My money's on Mikey! C'mon, Mikey! Got a few 'k' riding on this one!
Zach Davis: Gambling on wrestling matches? Really?
Gravedigger: I'm already in the Hall of Fame! And this ain't no Major League Baseball! Gotta keep the 13 rolling somehow, right?
Both Zach and Freddy roll their eyes, as the action goes back to the ring, where it appears that Q-Ball has isolated on Mikey, which gives Jimmy the chance to break out, you guessed it, a dropkick on Q-Ball, which has sent him tumbling into the ropes, which he catches before falling out of the ring! However, before Jimmy can mount an offensive on Mikey, eXtreme catches him low with a straight, before driving his head up into the chin of Jimmy, before executing a sitout jawbreaker on Wicked...
Zach Davis: Well, we knew this wasn't going to be a pretty match-up from the start.
Gravedigger: Nothing but brawlers and hardcore specialists out there right now. Damn shame this isn't a hardcore match.
Freddy Whoa: Have to agree. Gotta let these guys flourish in their natural environment!
Zach Davis: Well, this is rare, but I'm in agreement as well. Too bad we save all that stuff for the Pay Per Views...
Gravedigger: Oblivion doesn't.
Zach Davis: Oblivion is special, and you know that.
Q-Ball and eXtreme engage each other, and it starts out a grapple-fest, before eXtreme catches Q-Ball in the face with an eye rake, before following up with an elbow that knocks Q-Ball into a corner. eXtreme Irish-whips Q-Ball, who reverses it and follows up with a clothesline into the corner. eXtreme stumbles out, and Q-Ball runs opposite of him, before trying to catch eXtreme in a Running STO, which eXtreme ducks, and instead grabs Q-Ball by the waist, trying in vain to suplex him, only to find that Q-Ball has blocked the suplex attempt! Q-Ball swings backwards with an elbow, slamming it into the face of eXtreme, who breaks the hold. Q-Ball turns around, and grabs eXtreme by the crotch, before picking him up over his head with a military press, and dropping him just as quickly as he raised him...
Zach Davis: That knocked the wind out of him...
Gravedigger: And there's Wicked with another dropkick to Q-Ball!
Q-Ball lands in the middle of the ring, as eXtreme crawls away from the conflict. Jimmy is quick to capitalize on his advantage, as he quickly whips Q-Ball into a corner, before hitting a knee into the chest of Q-Ball. Jimmy then grabs Q-Ball by the head, before hitting...
Zach Davis: Jimmy's Excellent Adventure!!! (The Michael Buffer Voice version costs extra...)
Freddy Whoa: Ooh! Whoa...
Gravedigger: Looks like Q-Ball's going to be digging his pants out of his backside for awhile, and that was a hell of a monkey flip! And outside he goes!
Zach Davis: And here comes Freakshow!
Freddy Whoa: He's gross.
Gravedigger: Why don't you tell HIM that!
Meanwhile, while Jimmy plays to the fans, eXtreme recovers, and readies himself for when Jimmy turns...
Zach Davis: Oh, wait! Wait for it...
Well, Jimmy turns...
Zach Davis: ExTINGUISHED!
Gravedigger: WITH PREJUDICE!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Mikey wastes no time scaling the nearest turnbuckles, as he gets up to the top, quickly measures up Wicked, before taking flight, and hitting...
Zach Davis: ExIT STRATEGY!!!
The referee hits the mat, as he counts. Q-Ball sees this, and quickly scrambles into the ring...
Q-Ball gets caught on one of the ropes, but pulls himself free...
The bell sounds, as the referee goes to raise eXtreme's hand in victory, only for eXtreme to snatch his hand away, as he yells in the face of the referee!
Gravedigger: Never seen a guy so angry about winning!
Freddy Whoa: He ain't wrapped too tight!
Zach Davis: You winner, in another flash of violence, Mikey eXtreme...
We cut backstage to find Joey Flash walking down the corridor checking the time on his watch. He quickly hurries down to the room he was looking for and stops outside, reading the door on which says "Doctor K. Phoenix - Sex Therapist" written in pink crayon. Joey opens the door and steps inside finding it to be nothing more than a typical janitors closet, which has somehow managed to fit a desk inside of it. Sitting behind the desk, with her hair tied back in a pony tail wearing her usual business suit and dark rimmed glasses is none other than Katherine Phoenix, AKA Lilith.
Doctor K. Phoenix: Take a seat please, Joey. I'll be with you in a moment. I just need to finish this important paperwork.
Joey hesitates and then decides to just take a seat opposite the brunette woman. Katherine finishes coloring in her picture book, which she classed as the important paperwork and then looks up at Joey who looks to be quite frustrated.
Doctor K. Phoenix: Frustrated are we Joey? I'm assuming thats because you're a little... Ummmmmmm... short in the manhood area? You know you don't have to feel so alienated with this issue hunny. Plenty of men have small penises. Just look at Corey Black for example. I mean I've not seen it... but I think we can both agree that its pretty much a known fact around here that the guy is microscopic. So you can relax, theres no need to be all stressed out, okay?
Joey Flash: What in holy fuck even is this? Why do I continue to subject myself to these ridiculous fuckin scenarios with you bitch? I need to shoot myself.
Joey hangs his head in his hands. Katherine notices that Joey is seemingly getting even angrier than he was when he first came into her "office" and begins to rummage through her purse.
Doctor K. Phoenix: Now, now Joey. Here take two of these. They'll make you feel muuuuuuuch better.
Katherine passes Joey a couple of small orange capsules to try and defuse the situation.
Joey Flash: What the fuck are these?
Doctor K. Phoenix: Ummmmmm... I believe the correct medical term for them is Skit-tels. But that's not important right now, Joey. What is important is that we get your anger sorted out, okay? Penis envy is not a good thing to have, Joey. It can really start to screw with your head and then where will you be? We can not have that now can we.
Joey Flash: I do not have penis envy! What the actual fuck!
Doctor K. Phoenix: Joey, Joey... I'm a girl and even I have a bigger penis than you. Okay? So leave the lies at the door!
Joey Flash: Calm the fuck down Sarah, we know you do. Motherfucker I do NOT need an excuse to pop some pills though, if I die of cyanide poisoning who do I sue?
Joey knocks back the pills and relaxes.
Joey Flash: ...and this is supposed to do what, turn a nine incher into a twelve. God fuckin dayum.
Katherine ruffles through a couple of her colorful pages, on which she has drawn pictures of happy looking unicorns and eventually comes to the one she was looking for. Happy she looks back up at Joey.
Doctor K. Phoenix: Now... according to this you've just joined a new group of men called the Vapor Kings. And since doing this you have seemingly become a lot angrier. I don't think this is just a coincidence, Joey. If I have read your files correctly... Which I'm pretty sure I have... I'm fairly certain that you've become angrier due to feeling inferior stood next to these other men... most likely when you're stood next to them at urinals. So I ask you as your doctor, Joey. Do you think that there is anything we can do about this little temper of yours? Are you being fully satisfied in your love life? I know you always mention your fiance, yet I've never met her or even seen her. Is she imaginary? Do we need to put you onto stronger medication? Whats the deal?
Joey Flash: Become angrier? Bitch you ain't understanding what's going on here, see Joey Flash is the person you want to be here, the person that every cocksucker wants to see get crushed. You've destroyed Marc Mayhem, then Oblivion. Now you're stood here like you have some kind of control about the situation. See, problem you've had is you've been dealing with Joey Flash playing ya'll for idiots.
Joey puts a hand into his mouth and produces the two pills, dropping them to the floor.
Joey Flash: Time for some medication of ya own, think this is gonna be very fuckin satisfactory you daft bitch.
Doctor K. Phoenix: Hey! HEY! Woah just woah, Joey Flash. What is with all the anger? Why does everything you do have to be about fighting? You remember how I came to see you last week, Joey? Well what if... and bare with me here. WHAT IF at that moment in time... I realize that I am in love with the crazy duck guy and that I want to have his crazy duck children! Huh? You ever thought about that? You ever thought that maybe just MAYBE I am trying to help you? Hmmmmmmm? Maybe you should, Joey. Think of your children hunny... little Joey Junior! What would he think if he saw you acting like this? Huh? You really need to learn to control your temper before you end up getting hurt, Joey. Because that would just break my heart... it really would!
Katherine just sat and stared across the table straight at Joey, a look of curiosity in her eyes.
Joey Flash: On one hand control my temper...
He holds his left hand up and stares at it.
Joey Flash: On the other hand smack an annoying psycho bitch up.
He holds his right hand up and stares at it, balls it into a fist and blasts it straight into her face.
Joey Flash: Oh this is gonna be cathartic.
He hops over the desk and begins putting the boots to Katherine, dragging her by her hair and flinging her over the table. She struggles to her feet only to be attacked again and smashed into the cameraman who falls out of the room. Joey steps over the prone Katherine, smiles at the camera.
Joey Flash: Five minutes alone with this daft cunt is all I'll need...nah fuck it, I'll be out in two.
He smiles as he closes the door as we cut!
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play as Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody on his head. He brings a portuguese flag on his back. He looks down until he enters the ring. Then he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring stretching both of his arms looking up and some red and green pyrotechnics blasts from the corner. He then raises the portuguese flag, kisses it and puts it near the ring's corner.
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Oporto, Portugal, currently living in New York City, New York, weighing in at 247 pounds… JACKSOOOOON “THE FEEENIIIIIIX” WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!
Zach Davis: Jackson White was close to win the TV title match at Explosion, but Grime retained the title.
Freddy Whoa: Well now he has another tough challenge.
The arena goes black and Hail to the king by avenged sevenfold plays over pa. A spot light lights up the center of the ring. Marc walks out from behind the curtain. he runs down the ramp while red pyros go off following him down. he slides under the ropes and warms up in the spotlight while he waits for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent, from Madison, Wisconsin, weighing in at 220 pounds… MAAAAAAAAARC MAAAAAAAAAAAYHEEEEEEEEEM!
Gravedigger: Marc Mayhem was betrayed by his former partner, Logan, at Explosion. Let’s see how he reacts after this.
DING DING DING!
Marc Mayhem quickly runs towards Jackson punching him many times on his face.
Zach Davis: Marc unleashing his rage on Jackson!
Marc forces Jackson to go against the corner and continues to hit him in the head. Jackson manages to reverse it and hits a few punches on him too.
Freddy Whoa: Well, Jackson seems angry too.
Jackson pushes Mayhem into him and hits a strong Clothesline. He goes near Marc that is on the floor and starts an Arm Lock.
Gravedigger: “The Fenix” is punishing Marc’s arm!
Marc hits his elbow on Jackson’s belly and reverses the maneuver throwing Jackson to the mat and starting a Crossface Crippler. Jackson screams in pain trying to reach the ropes but Marc continues to apply the maneuver.
Zach Davis: Marc Mayhem is a specialist in submission holds. It will be really hard for White to get out of it!
Jackson crawls really slowly and finally reaches the ropes. The referee orders Marc to break the hold but he continues to apply it.
Mayhem breaks the submission but drags Jackson to the center of the ring and applies the Crossface Crippler one more time. Fenix screams despairingly trying to reach the ropes again but he can’t.
Freddy Whoa: Jackson may tap-out!
Jackson grabs Marc’s finger and bites it really hard. Marc breaks the hold and screams in pain, bleeding from his finger. Jackson takes advantage and stomps it.
Gravedigger: Oh my god! That must have hurt!
Jackson gets Mayhem up, pushes him into the ropes… Huge Big Boot! Cover!
Mayhem gets his shoulder up! Jackson starts a Sleeper Hold. Marc tried to get out of the hold and gets up slowly hitting his elbow twice on Jackson’s stomach. He breaks the hold, Mayhem runs to the ropes…
Zach Davis: Back Body Drop by Jackson White!
Marc gets up slowly with his back in pain and Jackson hits a Toe kick and applies a Vertical Suplex, punishing Marc’s back! Cover!
Mayhem lifts his shoulder! Jackson gets mad, gets him up, tries to apply a Belly to Back Suplex…
Freddy Whoa: Marc Mayhem reverses it… Pumphandle suplex!
Jackson stays down and Marc covers him.
Jackson kicks out! Mayhem starts a Clover Leaf. Jackson screams and struggles to get out of the submission hold but can’t do it. Marc although breaks the hold and throws White outside and leaves the ring too. Marc applies an Irish Whip…
Gravedigger: JACKSON HITS THE STEEL STEPS!
The referee starts to count and Marc gets Jackson up and hits a Belly to Back Suplex on the outside. Jackson is barely conscious.
Marc sends Jackson to inside the ring and covers him.
Zach Davis: NO! White lifts his shoulder at the last second!
Marc tries to start a Crossface Crippler but Jackson grabs Marc’s hurt finger and pressures it. Both of them stay down, Jackson resting and Marc grabbing his finger screaming.
Freddy Whoa: The referee starts to count.
Jackson gets up slowly and lifts Marc applying a Scoop Slam. He grabs is arm and starts another Arm Lock and pressures Mayhem’s finger too.
Gravedigger: I can’t imagine Marc’s pain right now. Jackson is torturing him.
After a lot of screaming Marc manages to reverse the hold and kicks Jackson in the head! Mayhem starts to stomp Jackson furiously and climbs the turnbuckle. White gets up, punches Marc a few times and climbs the corner… Superplex!
Zach Davis: And now Jackson White is climbing the turnbuckle again!
Jackson is trying to balance himself but Marc gets up.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! MAYHEM HITS A DROPKICK ON WHITE THAT SENDS HIM TO OUTSIDE THE RING!
Jackson gets up slowly and enters the ring. Marc quickly punches him.
Gravedigger: Marc didn’t even give time for Jackson to breathe!
Mayhem continues to punch Jackson and hits a Dropkick on his face. He gets him up, kicks him in the belly… Jackson reverses the Lights out! Toe kick by Fenix… THE DESTROYER OUT OF NOWHERE! Cover!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: Here’s your winner… JACKSOOOOON WHIIIIIITE!
As the referee raises Fenix’s arm, Marc Mayhem rolls out of the ring. As he stumbles towards the stage, the sounds of loud motorcycle engines stop him in his track. “Call Me the Breeze” Lynyrd Skynyrd begins to play as Thomas Uriel Bates, Charles “Charlie” Anderson, Konstantin “Connor” Noskov, Mikey eXtreme, and Danny Anderson steps out to the stage. Bates leads the way, as the rest follow him to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Dark Riders Gang are coming to the ring! Who are they after? What are their plans? Whoa!
Gravedigger: Thomas Bates, a man who could be the new W-C-F World Champion by the end of the night, is leading the way.
As Bates gets closer to Marc Mayhem, he turns his eyes from the ring to Marc. As Marc’s eyes widen, Bates simply nods in respect. Bates and crew continue to the ring, leaving Marc to stumble to the back in confusion.
Zach Davis: Jackson White may be in trouble here. As Bates is coming up the steps, the rest of the gang circles the ring.
Jackson White looks around the ring, standing in the center, trying to be ready for whatever might come. Bates simply steps over the ropes and walks towards Jackson White. The Fenix looks up at the big man as the rest of the gang slide into the ring.
Freddy Whoa: It’s a heel turn! I knew the Dark Riders Gang would be bad!
Bates simply wraps his arms around Jackson’s body, embracing him with a smile on his face. The rest of the club smile, as does Jackson “The Fenix” White.
Zach Davis: Wait a minute...
Charles “Charlie” Anderson pulls the three piece DRG patch, and hands it to Jackson. Bates and Charlie raise the Fenix’s arms in victory.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Jackson “The Fenix” White joins the Dark Riders Gang!
The jumbotron opens up to a puked filled arena. The camera is settled in Seth Lerch's office. He sits behind his desk, Hank Brown seated in front.
Seth Lerch: Twenty people?!
Hank Brown: So far.
Seth Lerch: You're telling me twenty of the audience members had to be rushed to the hospital?!
Hank Brown: Apparently most of everyone who had a hotdog during Logan and Lilith's celebration has become ill.
Seth Lerch: Jesus.
Logan nonchalantly passes the doorway whistling with Lilith following behind, skipping to Logan's tune. Lerch notices the two.
Seth Lerch: LOGAN! LILITH!
Seth Lerch: Come here.
Logan: Nearly gave me a heart attack. Calm down, buddy.
Lilith and Logan stroll into Seth's office.
Logan: Excuse me.
Logan yanks Brown out of the office chair and throws him towards the doorway. He then takes a seat in the chair. Lilith hops up on Seth Lerch's lap, twisting a lock of hair in her finger.
Lilith: Whatcha need, mistah boss man?
Seth awkwardly blinks at Lilith in his lap.
Seth Lerch: What'd you guys do to those hotdogs?
Logan: Serve them...?
Seth Lerch: Don't play dumb. Everyone who ate one is becoming sick as hell, and some people have been rushed to the hospital.
Lilith: Oh right. Yeah that was probably my fault. You know the wrappers which were covering the hotdogs? Well I kinda accidentally put a picture of your sister on there, Seth. Well... I say accidentally...
Seth Lerch: What?!
Lilith: Geez is it really that hard to understand? Logan asked me to put something gross in the hotdogs, your sister was the grossest thing I could think of, I put a picture of her on the wrapped, people saw the picture, people got grossed out, people threw up. Honestly people nowadays can't understand the simplest of things...
Logan smiled and nodded his head at Lilith as if to say that he understood what she was saying, Seth however looked like he was about to blow up.
Seth Lerch: Lilith, Logan... This whole situation is NOT funny!
Logan: Really? I thought it was hilarious.
Seth now looked even angrier than before. Lilith just burst out laughing.
Lilith: Sethykins, Sethykins relax! I didn't really put a picture of your sister on those wrappers. Honestly what do you take me for? No we just put some rat poison in the ketchup. If I had put a picture of your sister on the wrappers I think we both know that there would be a lot more than twenty people throwing up out there. Don't you feel silly turning into a Mr Moody Pants for no reason now, huh?
Seth Lerch: Rat poison in the ketchup?!
Logan: WHO DID THAT?
Lilith: Someone poisoned the hotdogs we gave to fans? Gimme some names, Sethy.
Logan: NAMES. WE DEMAND NAMES.
Seth Lerch: You just said you two put rat poison on the ketchup.
Seth Lerch: Just now.
Lerch shoved Lilith off his lap.
Logan: Take it easy, Lerch. Geez. Yeah... so we poisoned the hotdogs. So what?
Seth Lerch: So what?!
Lilith hiked over Seth's desk and joined Logan's side.
Lilith: It's not like hotdogs are good for you. Poison or no poison.
Seth Lerch: Logan. You paraded around with hotdogs for years.
Logan: Only to gain the trust of fans for a day like this to come. Totally worth it.
Seth Lerch; You're more nuts than I thought. You too, Lilith. What if someone died over this? And even if they don't, do you know how many lawsuits are going to come my way? After people get wind of this incident our concession sales are going to be at an all time low. Nobody will want to eat or drink anything in a WCF arena again.
Lilith: But, Sethy, we're just trying to teach them a lesson.
Seth Lerch: Which is?
Logan: That hotdogs are bad for your health!
Lilith squeezed Logan's side and the two shared a quick snicker.
Seth Lerch: I have to let you go over this. You both understand that right? I really don't understand what happened to you; especially you, Logan.
Logan: Let us go you say?
Lilith practically skipped over to Seth's chair.
The Face of Treachery drug his thumb over his own throat, mimicking a slitting motion.
Lilith: Okey dokey.
Lilith reached into her bra and popped a switchblade near Seth's throat.
Lilith: Let us go, huh? Let us go. Do you know who we are? Do you know who HE is?! He's Logan! Logi Bear! Mr WCF! The best wrestler to EVER step foot in this company. He should be RUNNING this company Sethy! Why isn't he running this company? He should be we both know it. Logan should be main eventing! He is the face of the WCF AND the face of treachery! So you know... we could do this the easy way. or... OR!!! We could do this the hard way... which is of course my personal favorite!
Seth Lerch: Wh-What are you going to do to me?
Lilith: No, Seth. NO! You're asking the wrong questions! It's always the same with you isn't it. The right question is... what can YOU do for us. You know what I mean Mr Boss Man?
Seth attempted to answer Lilith and swallowed hard feeling the knife against his neck.
Seth Lerch: Okay, okay. I'll give you whatever you want just don't hurt me!
Lilith: Pinky promise it?
Seth Lerch: Yes!
Lilith: Double pinky promise it?
Seth Lerch: Yes! Yes! Just let me go, Lilith!
Lilith looked over at Logan who simply nodded his head at her to give his approval to let Seth go, which Lilith happily did. Seth fell back into his chair breathing extremely heavily and looking extremely pale.
Logan: Triple pinky promise?
Seth Lerch: SECURITY!
Lilith and Logan share a smirk, and begin to exit Seth's office. Stopping at the doorway, Logan turns back to Seth, unzips his pants, and proceeds to urinate on his carpet while Lilith cheers him on. After zipping up, Logan idly extends his hand out and Lilith wipes his hand clean with a wet wipe she had in her bra. She stuffs it back into her cleavage.
Seth Lerch: Son of a bitch...
Seth looks on at the piss stain on his floor which spells out, 'LL'. Logan and Lilith leave and cameras fade.
Gonzo and Michael are inside of the catering corridor, as they both take plugs of chewing tobacco from a can of Copenhagen shared between the two men. Neither man seems motivated to speak to any of the wrestlers in the area, though Gemini Battle comes into the catering area, with Vanessa in tow, as he keeps saying this line over and over again...
Gemini Battle: I'm good enough...I'm strong enough... And dang nabbit, people like me....
Gemini repeats this mantra over and over until...
Voice: Who are YOU kidding? No one likes you!
Gemini Battle looks as if someone just sprayed him down with a fire hose, as he turns to see who spouted that off, only to see "Gonzo" Deuce Murdock and a cameraman he had never seen before. The blowhard then says...
Gonzo Murdock: Ha, I'm just kidding, bromego! Deuce Murdock, and I'm here to interview you before your impeding defeat at the hands of the Vapor Queefs. Haha. Just kidding again, because everyone knows they totally suck!
Gemini Battle: Obviously you don't know me because if you did you would know that I don't take kindly to reporters.
Gonzo Murdock: Oh, I know who you are, Battle, and I saw how you treated one of my own this week during your shoot. All I gotta say is you try that shit with me, and you'll be spitting gum out of the back of your head, because I will kick you a new mouth to spit and suck out of. Are we clear on that?
Gemini looks at Deuce and laughs before bumping into his shoulder and walking past him. Deuce watches him turn the corner and out of sight.
Gonzo Murdock: Ass!
Michael Steele: So does this mean I don't have to turn the camera on?
Deuce Murdock: Yes. And thank God...
Michael Steele: Good...
Michael sits back down where he was, as Gonzo spits into a Gatorade bottle, waiting as more wrestling and action happens inside of the ring.
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid blares over the PA system as the camera searches the crowd. It find Isaiah entering from behind the audience, as they erupt in applause. He pulls his clown face goalie mask down, hops up onto a hand railing, and dives into the crowd. They catch him, and surf him around a bit before passing him down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, he hails from Detroit Michigan. Weighing at two hundred, fifteen pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall… The Juggalo Warrior Isaiah Chavis!
Isaiah slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, lifting the mask so he can see the fans better. He takes it off and tosses it to a fan in the front row before throwing up his hands in the shape of a “W” and a “C” and shouting “Whoop Whoop!” The fans shout it back at him, bringing a smile to his face as his music dies.
Freddy Whoa: A returning Isaiah Chavis, the Juggalo Warrior. Lots of Juggalos in the house tonight.
Gravedigger: Fucking clowns.
Freddy Whoa: Wicked clowns, actually.
Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena as all the lights shut off, minus a gaggle of blue and green on the stage. They all aim at the tron which is showing an unorthodox entrance video. It shows WCF Superstar Kaz Mazy performing daring feats all in Super Nintendo fighting game graphics ala Mortal Kombat.
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring as lights explode throughout the arena and the words growl sending a shiver up every collective spine in attendance. The battle cry makes men sprout thick and poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their chest and they reach for the nearest bong and start tokin' up!
Spotlights center on one of the entrances in the crowd where Kaz stands, kendo holstered to his back, Tag Team Championship around his waist, and Bolts Quackenbush waving that Old Glory PG Flag with the Ham' n' Sick' and the Fitty Stars and Thickteen Bars.
Zach Davis: It's Kaz Mazy!
Freddy Whoa: The only thing that would make this entrance thicker is titties being motorboated!
As if on cue, Bolts motorboats the baddest set of titties in attendance on that instant transmission shit as Kaz starts making his way down the steps, throwing his hands in the air with each cry of his name.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Zach Davis: The Kaz Movement has begun! Can anybody stop it?
Freddy Whoa: Naw dude. I don't think so.
Kaz leaps the barricade and slides into the ring. He taunts to the crowd from the second rope and they explode in Kaz cheers once again.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Kaz unstraps his Tag Team Championship and his kendo and hands his effects to Bolts who guards them with his life. Kaz leans against the turnbuckle as his music fades and awaits the start of the match.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent... representing the POONDOCK SAINTS... weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds... he is one-half of the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... KAZ MAZY!
DING DING DING
As the bell sounds, both men collide in the center of the ring, locking up. Kaz gets Isaiah into a side headlock-- but Chavis slips out, going behind Kaz with a waistlock. Kaz reverses the waistlock into an armbar, causing Chavis to front flip his way out, landing on his feet. Kaz jabs at Chavis, connecting on the chin. Chavis throws a right hand but Kaz ducks it and goes behind Chavis for a waistlock takedown-- but Chavis rolls over for an unconventional pin attempt!
Freddy Whoa: Kaz shoves Chavis off at one.
Chavis rolls to his feet, with a boot to Kaz's head as he gets up. Kaz drops to a knee, and Chavis works him over with kicks to the chest. Chavis pulls Kaz up and whips him to the ropes, catching him with a Japanese arm drag on the return.
Gravedigger: Chavis might be a sissy, but he's a tough sissy. He's from Detroit, the D is about as tough as it gets.
Freddy Whoa: That's a Gravedigger-style compliment, ladies and gentlemen.
Zach Davis: I thought a "tough D" joke was coming next, but I'm glad we didn't go there.
Chavis goes outside to the apron... as Mazy gets to his feet, he springboards off with a dropkick! Kaz goes down, and Chavis with another pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout at two, the boy Chavis trying to end it early.
Zach Davis: He's not missing an opportunity, that's all. You've got to realize that this is a big opportunity for Isaiah Chavis. Kaz Mazy is one of the hottest rising stars in the company right now, and that's something Isaiah has got to want for himself. Beating one-half of the Tag champs is one way to achieve that.
Chavis pulls Kaz to his feet but Kaz shoves him away. Chavis with a right hand but it's blocked, and Kaz throws a right hand of his own. Kaz with a kick to the thigh. The two men circle each other, Kaz with another kick, and another. Chavis answers with a kick of his own but Kaz catches the leg, sweeping the other leg for a takedown. Kaz with a jumping knee drop to Chavis' head.
Freddy Whoa: We've talked about it already, but I just can't say enough about this kid Kaz Mazy. He's truly come into his own this year, and as much as people talk about him being Cairo's sidekick, or that he's stuck in Cairo's shadow-- Kaz is learning so much from Bobby Cairo, and what better teacher to have than the World champion.
Zach Davis: Kaz Mazy is the future of WCF-- although Chavis has the potential to be a top name in the company as well. Let's not forget he had a pretty nice run his first time around last year.
Chavis and Kaz are both on their feet. Kaz with a high kick catching Chavis on the side of the head-- Mazy runs to the ropes, and rebounds off with a dropsault! Chavis gets knocked flat on his ass, sitting up-- and Mazy rebounds off the ropes once more... catching Chavis with a running knee to the face!
Freddy Whoa: Hanging Dong! Mazy with the cover.
Freddy Whoa: Chavis with a shoulder up at two!
Mazy stomps out Chavis and the climbs the turnbuckles-- front-flip mushroom stomp!
Freddy Whoa: WARM SUN--
Gravedigger: Nobody home!
Zach Davis: Isaiah Chavis rolls away!
Mazy lands on his feet. He turns around bends over to pull Chavis up-- but Chavis with a kick to the head! Mazy is stunned, Chavis gets up and puts him in a side headlock... and spikes his head with a DDT!
Gravedigger: Chavis mounting a comeback here-- I don't really care about either one of these guys, but I'd like to see somebody, anybody knock Mazy off his high horse. And prove what everybody knows, he ain't nothing without Bobby C.
Chavis pulls Isaiah up and whips him to the ropes, then hits the ropes on the opposite side-- springboard back elbow to Mazy on the return! Chavis rolls to his feet and grabs Mazy by the head, walking him into the corner. He climbs the turnbuckles-- tornado DDT!
Freddy Whoa: Beautifully executed by Isaiah Chavis!
Quickly, Chavis hops back up to the top turnbuckle-- he leaps off with a 450 splash!
Zach Davis: The Tempest! This could be up, Chavis with the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Kaz Mazy isn't going down without a fight, we've come to expect that from this young man!
Chavis pulls Mazy up and throws him into the corner. He hits him with a left hand, a right hand-- European uppercut, and another. Chavis with an arm drag out of the corner. Mazy is slow to his feet, Chavis with a high kick-- Mazy ducks! He swings a right hand, but Chavis ducks-- Chavis with a Pele kick!
Gravedigger: Mazy is stunned!
Chavis grabs Mazy and hooks him for a Side Effect--
Freddy Whoa: Setting up the Jester Drop!
But Mazy slips out and reverses into a backslide pin!
Zach Davis: Two count! Chavis rolls out!
Both men to their feet, Mazy kicks Chavis in the gut-- Northern Lights suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Chavis kicks out again!
Chavis is slow to his feet. Mazy heads to the apron-- and springboards in with a crossbody!
Freddy Whoa: CHAVIS ROLLS OVER, REVERSING THE PIN!
Zach Davis: Mazy kicks out!
Gravedigger: These guys are putting on a show. I gotta admit it, they're trying to steal the show here tonight at Slam.
Chavis and Mazy roll to their feet. Mazy with a roundhouse kick, Chavis ducks. Chavis with a superkick, Mazy ducks. Frustrated, the two men lock up. Mazy puts Chavis in a side headlock. Chavis shoves forward into the ropes, but Mazy hangs on. Chavis stumbles back-- Mazy with a mule kick! He hops onto the top turnbuckle--
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: REPTILIAN!
Mazy plants Chavis with the Asai DDT. Mazy with the pin--
Zach Davis: Chavis kicks out!
Mazy grabs Chavis as he starts to get up--
Freddy Whoa: LUBRICATION TWIST!
Mazy plants Chavis AGAIN with a spinning Unprettier!
Zach Davis: Pin him, Kaz!
Freddy Whoa: Mazy looking to finish this thing off-- he's heading up top!
Kaz leaps off with a corkscrew shooting star press!
Freddy Whoa: WHY WON'T CAN'T LET ME?! WHOA!
Zach Davis: Always impressive, here's the pin!
DING DING DING
"2nd Sucks" hits the PA once again.
Gravedigger: Kaz Mazy picks up a hard faught victory against The Juggalo Warrior.
Kaz celebrates in the ring as Chavis rolls to the outside.
Mullins arrives at the door of an old friend and raps his fingers on it. He tenses himself up as he hears footsteps approach. The door opens and King Joseph, towel around his waist gives him a surprised, yet humoured stare.
Mullins: Good evening.
Joey Flash: Don’t attack me, I’m defenceless!
Mullins: Shut up. Put some pants on and pour something strong. I want to talk to you about something.
Joey Flash: Hold the fuck on.
The door slams shut and we hear some rustling, Joey returns with some yoga pants and a T-Shirt.
Joey Flash: Enter.
Joey motions for him to enter and sits himself down on the floor.
Mullins: Would it a surprise to you if I said how relieved I am to see the Joey Malignaggi I knew all those years ago back to his normal self?
Joey Flash: Fuck you, stop playin man.
Mullins: So be it. Your week is about to get even better. How would you like to kick the shit out of someone? Someone you haven’t laid into for too long. As a favour for me, for a nominal fee.
Joey Flash: Why ain’t you doing shit yourself, you ain’t no little guy.
Mullins: Oh I’ll get my slice of the cake don’t worry. I just want to see the familiar look of fear in his eyes. So, you gonna do it or not?
Joey Flash: Who?
Mullins smirks, and punches himself in the mouth. He immediately starts bleeding, and he wipes a drop onto his finger, which he then sticks in Joey’s mouth, and then pulls out again.
Mullins: Recognise that taste? Mullins Vintage 1989.
Joey Flash: Keep the money. It’ll be my fuckin pleasure.
The two men share a handshake and a smile as we cut.
I'm Not All Everybody Else by The Kinks begins to play and we see Alex Richards walking towards the ring ramp towards the ring announcer carrying three boots filled with his usual Zim-Quila. He hands out to Freddy and one to Zach. Gravedigger looks slightly offended.
Gravedigger: No drink for me? I'm the best part of the announce team by far!
Alex Richards: Jayson Price told me not to give you shit and with what you've been saying about me lately I'd inclined to agree.
Gravedigger: Why are you out here anyways?
Alex Richards: Grime said he could beat me and The Omega Man in a hardcore match. So I figure I have the week off I'd come out here and see if there's any hope in Hell of him pulling that off. And drinking some Zim-Quila of course that's every day.
Gravedigger: I'm shocked you actually came out during the right match.
Freddy Whoa: I am for am excited about this match. Grime, in spite of his bad attitude has been undefeated in singles match so far in the WCF. Mystic however was very impressive at Explosion and will provide a tough test for the champion.
Zach Davis: The television title already had one major upset last month as Grimes knocked off the undefeated Joey Flash. I'm hoping for another tonight with Mystic returning the television title to respectability with the way Grimes is disrespecting the belt.
Alex Richards: Grimes tried to forfeit the belt but he hasn't yet. You know why?
Gravedigger: I'm sure you're gonna tell me even if I don't want to know.
Alex Richards: Grimes keeping trying to throw out the TV title into a dumpster but he's always forgetting he also sleeps in dumpsters so every time he wakes up he thinks the television title has followed him!
Freddy Whoa: I'm with you guys. I've have enough of Grime defacing the title belt and claiming he doesn't want it!
Gravedigger: You don't get it Freddy, you've never won a belt in your life. It's Grime' title. He can do what he wants with it until someone is man enough to take it from him
Darkness engulfs the arena with sounds of thunder erupting over the sound system. Lightning storming across the screen as,Disturb's "Meaning Of Life",begins to,climax,with lighters and phones flashing over the sold out crowd. As the foggy mist begins to roll out from behind the curtain Mystic slowly walks out and stands at attention with a cold gaze over the land he stands upon, when lightning crashes and the thunder pounds he throws his hair back and proceeds to make his way down to the squared circle. Step after step intensity runs through his veins as his hands clinch to a fist and his head rises to the rafters his motion stops as he reaches the ring. Words are spoken right before he reaches for the middle rope and pulls himself up the battlefield.
Zach Davis: Mystic this week played some mind games with Grime over whether or not he would join his new group. Seems to me he might have a psychological advantage over Grime.
Alex Richards: He has a lot of advantages over Grime. He didn't name himself after dirt. He wasn't stupid enough to call out the Pantheon. He doesn't pass out after two drinks. He's definitely my pick to win tonight!
Freddy Whoa: I doubt most of that is true. Butt Mystic does have a good shot at pulling off the upset.
Grime walks out onto the stage as Abdullah "The Black Ones" begins to play over the PA system. He has a black towel over his head and stands on the stage for a second before he removes the towel. He looks at the ring points at the WCF logo and flips it off and throws the towel at the WCF logo. He then turns his back toward the ring to look where he came out onto the stage from, walks backward a couple steps and then turns back around and makes his way to the ring. As he reaches the ring he climbs up the steel steps walks toward the middle point of the apron. [If opponent is in the ring] He points to his opponent and then gives him a breaking motion with his hands and then enters the ring. He enters the ring and goes to the ropes on the side where the announcers table is and flips off the announcers and then leans up in the corner waiting for his opponent.
Gravedigger: Ha! He showed you Alex! Just flipped you off like that!
Alex Richards: If I wanted to show someone I was serious I'd moon him!
Gravedigger: Please don't.
Zach Davis: For once I agree with Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: Shut up Zach. You don't get to agree with me.
The opening bell sounds and the two men circle each other then lock up, Mystic goes behind with a hammer lock then drop toe holds and begins to stomp the life out of the downed Grime.
Alex Richards: If Grime was facing me this would already be over. It's been more than six seconds after all.
Grime rolls out of the ring and motions for Mystic to follow. As Mystic goes through the ropes Grime kicks him in the head then pulls him out of the ring and body slams him on the arena floor! It is now Grime' turn to stomp Mystic He lifts Mystic up and hip tosses him from the floor into the ropes when he bounces off landing face first back onto the floor!
Freddy Whoa: Grime is really taking it to Mystic here. He must want to show Mystic what's it like if he's against him instead of with him. Even you have to be impressed with him so far Alex.
Alex Richards: Not really. Actually I'm sort of bored and my drink is empty. I think I've seen enough to know he isn't going to beat me or Jay or even Pantheon's personal assistant Jade so I think I'm going for more booze now.
Zach Davis: You're finished already. And you're finished that? I took one sip sorry dude, I can't stand Zim-Quila.
Alex Richards: Then that means you don't mind if I take it for the road. Help get Grime' idea of wrestling out of my mind.
Alex stands up and starts to walk away as Grime notices and flips him off again talking trash to the archduke of mass confusion screaming at him to fight. Alex just drinks his boot and walks away. Meanwhile Mystic rolls back into the ring and back out to break the referee's count then sneaks up on Grime and applies a sleeper hold from behind! Grime fights the hold but it appears Mystic has it locked it well and Grime might be fading but Mystic instead pushes him off into the ring post then rolls Grime back in the ring and makes a cover.
Freddy Whoa: Referee Frank Winehouse says it was only two and a half! I think with how slow he was counting on the floor that could be suspect.
Gravedigger: I'm glad he kicked out. If he didn't that idiot Richards would claim he helped Mystic win the title or some non sense!
Mystic however continues his advantage mounting Grime in a thesz press and hammering away on the defending champion! Mystic gets up then drops a series of three elbow drops onto Grime. He then exits the ring and goes up to the top rope. He launches himself and connects with a perfect superfly style splash from the top onto the biker! He hooks a leg.
3...no, shoulder up!
Mystic looks a little shocked and questions the referee about his count. He doesn't really give Grime a chance to recover through he quickly pulls him up and tosses him into the far corner then charges in connecting with a vicious spear into the corner he then pulls the stunned champion out of the corner and lifts him up into a jack hammer position and connects with the move! Grime looks completely out of it as Mystic makes another pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: New champion! Whoa! No, foot on the ropes! Mystic almost pulled off a huge upset here tonight!
Zach Davis: He still could!
Grime slowly drags himself to his feet as Mystic bounces off of the ropes several times getting up a good start of steam. He attempts to connect with a massive clothesline from hell but Grime ducked then executes a quick forward leg sweep! Grime recovers from his knees as Mystic gets up looking a little stunned. He stagger towards Grime and eats a headbutt to the midsection. Grime then rakes the eyes of Mystic across the top rope then uses the ropes to choke him before forearming him hard across the back of the back causing Mystic to collapse to the mat.
Gravedigger: I like that out of Grime. No wasted actions there. Uses the ropes to do maximum damage with minimum effort.
Grime back off and immediately soccer kicks Mystic in the ribs hard! He backs off and then does it again! Grime yells at Mystic to get the fuck up. But when Mystic gets back to his hands and knees again he soccer kicks him to the ribs yet again! Grime then stands directly on the neck of Mystic continuing to lay the bad mouth on him. He drags Mystic to his feet and then whips him hard to the corner. He follows him in and whips him hard across the ring to the other corner then follows it in with a running kick to the skull! He then follows this up with a hard series of punches to the body of Mystic really staring to lay a beating on the challenger.
Freddy Whoa: Grime calls this the Wheels of Pain! I think he might be able to end things here and look out! Did he ever connect with the European uppercut! Whoa! I think Mystic might have spit teeth into the second row on that one!
Grime backs off and connects with a running body attack into the corner. He then drags Mystic to the middle of the ring and makes a cover.
3.... kick out from Mystic!
Grime gets up and agues with the referee. However this is just a ruse as he uses the fact he's distracting the ref to kick Mystic in the nether regions. He turns around and lifts up the stunned newcomer onto his shoulders executing a vicious Samoan drop! He makes another pin try.
Zach Davis: Mystic is starting to show me something here. He obviously really wants the win here with the amount of punishment he is taking.
Gravedigger: Only a matter of time until Grime finishes it now though.
Grime seemingly has complete control of the match at this point as he sets Mystic on the top turnbuckle then climbs up after him lifting Mystic for a fallaway slam attempt off the top! However Mystic shifts his weight in mid move landing on top of the television champion!
barely got the shoulder up!
Grime gets up and clotheslines the life out of Mystic then starts to slam his head off the mat obviously furious about how close Mystic just came to victory. He drags the dazed Mystic up and hits the ropes looking to end him with a running STO but Mystic sees it coming and counters with a t bone suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Great desperation move from Mystic there! Both men are down! What a competitive match this has turned out to be!
Both men are down on their hands and knees and see each other at the same time and immediately begin trades rights and lefts fighting their way to the feet. The brawler Grime seems to get the advantage though and stuns Mystic with a left cross then uses his advantage to hook in a full nelson but it is just as quickly reversed by Mystic into a full nelson of his own and then a full nelson suplex! Grime staggers to his feet and is immediately taken down again with a belly to belly suplex! Grime tries to roll out of the ring but Mystic stops him and pulls him to his feet instead whipping him off of the ropes and this time connecting with a clothesline from hell! He makes the pin!
Zach Davis: No! No! No! He barely kicked out there. Mystic should have hooked his leg there.
Gravedigger: After the beating he took earlier he might not have the strength to.
Grime again staggers to his feet and this time eats several hard forearms from the challenger. He whips Grime off of the ropes and picks him up into a tilt a whirl right into the tombstone piledriver! Mystic makes another cover.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! I can't believe he didn't get him there! Give Grime credit this guy is a one tough mother.
Zach Davis: So is Mystic! Both of these men are going places. Although in Grime' case I wish he wasn't.
Mystic drags the television champion up once more and this time gives him a northern lights suplex and bridges holding it as the referee counts the 1...2... another kick out. He maintains his hold out shimming back to their feet and this time uses his hold to execute a overhead release belly to belly suplex!
Mystic doesn't give Grime a second to recover. He quickly lifts Grime up onto his shoulder and spins him with the Into the Unknown connecting with the F5!
The referee is almost about to raise Mystic's hand when he notices Grime' foot outside of the ropes. Mystic can't believe it! He's arguing with the referee claiming that Grime perhaps got the foot under the ropes after the pin.
Zach Davis: I can't blame Mystic for being frustrated about that. Although I noticed just before the pin Grime did get his foot outside the ropes. That was too close though. Mystic now lifts him up. He's going to do it again!
Mystic goes for the second F5! But this time Grime counters with a reverse DDT on the way down! Both men are laying on the mat obviously nearly spent after the war they have been in. Grime is closer to the ropes however and he uses them to pull himself up slowly. Mystic meanwhile tries to shake off the effects of the DDT in the middle of the ring and manages to get up first shaking his head. He charges Grimes but the champion sees him coming and backdrops him over the top rope causing Mystic to land flat on the arena floor!
Freddy Whoa: Holy shit! Whoa!! What a counter move! That Mystic dude isn't moving!
Grime rolls out of the ring and lifts up Mystic and tosses his dead weight back into the ring. He lifts up the nearly unconscious Mystic for a back suplex into the front face crusher! The Bad Wreck! Grime however backs off and shakes his head smiling.
Zach Davis: That's his move! The Bad Wreck! Why is he not covering him?
Gravedigger: This is called sending a message! He wants to let Mystic know what he's in store for if he turns him down.
Grime walks over to Mystic and cross his legs then grabs onto the neck applying his dirty clutch! Mystic surprisingly refuses to quit and attempts to fight his way free with some punches. He continues to try and fight the hold refusing to give up however eventually he stops fighting having given in to the pain and referee Winehouse notices this and calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match as a result of a technical submission, and STILL Television Champion, Grime!
As Grime is celebrating his win Q-Ball and Maddox come out. Maddox grabs a microphone and they get in the ring. Maddox hands Grime the microphone.
Grime: Stop the music!
The music stops as Grime, Q-Ball and Maddox stand side by side with Grime in the center, TV title draped over his shoulder. They approach Mystic who is getting to his feet.
Grime: Mystic. I give you one last chance. Either you're with us or against us.
Mystic looks at the three men and then focuses on Grime. At that point the lights go out. The howling of "Lucifer in Starlight" by Powerwolf plays over the PA. As the lights return the music stops and Dark Prince is standing in the ring next to Mystic. Dark Prince steps forward nearly face to face with Grime. Mystic and Q-Ball approach each other and Mystic holds out his hand to Grime as he stares at Q-Ball. Grime hands him the microphone and goes back to the stare down with Dark Prince.
Mystic: I'm in.
The Dark Prince smiles at Grime and nods.
Mystic: Seth, as you know...everything comes to an end and your end has begun.
Mystic drops the microphone as not another word amongst the group takes place as they begin to leave the ring together.
Gravedigger: After seeing that match you know these guys are gonna be dangerous. And they hate Pantheon. This is gonna be great!
Zach Davis: I don't agree with their ideals but I do have to agree that they are definitely going to make an impact around here. Even more then they have so far.
Gonzo and Michael find themselves in the boiler room of the Sullivan Arena, as both of them are glistening with sweat as they pursue the one requested interview of the evening, rather than pursuing words with passer-by wrestlers. The unfortunate part of this assignment is that the wrestler requesting the interview is none other than Oblivion, WCF's Resident Monstrous Humanoid. The two talk to each other as they look for Oblivion in the most ominous area of the arena...
Gonzo Murdock: Oh, this fucking bites, man! Its all hot and shit down here!
Michael Steele: I know! And the fucking cobwebs! They're EVERYWHERE!
As Gonzo and Michael continue walking. They look around. The two proceed to hear Clicking, moaning, hissing and groaning. They hear scatter of little feet. Both Michael and Gonzo look around. Screeching by long nails being scraped against pipes echo out.
Gonzo Murdock: Why can't this asshole be normal like everyone else, and NOT have their damn changing room in the boiler room?
All of a sudden, a screeching sound of escaping steam can be heard echoing throughout the room, as both Gonzo and Michael jump inside of their skin at the unfamiliar noises. Michael then says...
Michael Steele: I almost miss the catacombs in India going through this creepy-ass room!
Creepish laughter is heard....
Melissa: Come find us, if you can.... BITCHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSS!!
Gonzo Murdock: Yeah, a mass grave has more appeal than this, right now...
Oblivion: AND YOU MAY YET FIND YOURSELVES IN SUCH A PLACE, AND SOON!!!
Michael Steele: I hear him, do you know where he is?
Gonzo Murdock: No fucking clue, though I would if you would shut the hell up!
Michael Steele: I'm your motherfu--
The sound heavy breathing can be heard all throughout the room, and grows heavy enough to drown out Michael. Michael then looks up and spots him on a catwalk just above Gonzo, as Michael says...
Michael Steele: DUCK!
Gonzo Murdock: What? Is Joey Flash behind me...
Oblivion swings down from the catwalk by a chain, swinging past a shocked Gonzo, before slamming down on the ground in front of both men. The Gathering slithers past, hiding through the shadows. The Vixen skips pat Gonao and Michael, pulling down their topes, exposing their breast for just a few seconds. Oblivion then walks up to Gonzo and says...
Oblivion: Takes BALLS OF STEEL to walk into MY domain! And IT'S hungry!!! My children are hungry.
The Gathering: CHILDREN HUNGRY!! CHILDREN HUNGRY!!
Gonzo Murdock: There's food at catering, though I don't think they prepared the food the way you like it, in particular...
Oblivion: How do you know how IT likes ITS food? Are you spying on IT, Gonzo? Have you been watching every moment of The Monster. People have gone missing for less. Do you have a death wish or at least enjoy pain?
Gonzo Murdock: Just an educated guess. You look like you take your meat raw.
Michael Steele: Wasn't this supposed to be a Chrono-Rippers interview?
Gonzo Murdock: Yeah, where's Johnny? You know, the guy on your team that DOESN'T creep me out?
Oblivion: Reb has other, more important matters to discuss, rather than spend time with you.
Gonzo Murdock: You really know how to get to the heart of the matter, don't you?
Oblivion: IT just know how to get to the HEART of EVERYTHING! Just like when IT gets into the ring, and tears into the soul of what is left of PANTHEON... Oh, how IT longs to feel the blood of PANTHEON rush over ITS hands and face, as IT tear apart their bodies and souls of those already lost, and they just don't know it, yet! To have the opportunity to lick the glittery red goo off IT's fingers.
Gonzo Murdock: Oh yeah. You got that match with PANTHEON tonight. Yeah, they totally told me they are totally going to own the Chrono-Rippers and that Dune guy. And they were not nice about how they said they were going to own you, either.
Oblivion: LIES! ALL OF THEM!!! NOTHING BUT A BUNCHES OF BITCHES!!
Gonzo Murdock: Not really, dude.
Michael Steele: Yeah, and that Scarecrow guy said you're a fraud that has never even consumed a person, let alone ever defeated a person.
Oblivion proceeds to grab the right hand of Michael and proceeds chew on his fingers, hard.
Michael Steele: Hey!! OW!! WHAT THE FUCK... OW!! ASSHOLE! SHOOT!! OW!! THAT HURTS!! SON OF A BITCH!!!
A small amount of blood trickles down the hand of Michael Steele.
Gonzo Murdock: Yeah, and Jay Omega also said that the only reason you guys are even remotely relevant is because you guys have been here, for, like, ever!
Oblivion: NONSENSE! I'VE WON MORE TITLES THAN JAYSON PRICE!!! And since you're reminding Oblivion of what Omega said, I'm gonna hold you two responsible for THEIR actions.
Gonzo Murdock: Wait!! That's SO NOT COOL, man! We didn't say those things. Don't kill the messenger, man!
Oblivion: It doesn't matter. Someone is gonna spill blood. Let's just hope it doesn't have to be you two.
Mod Deuce (Audible): Speaking of Jayson Price, he's curious as to what Oblivion refers to as "IT", since JP claims to have seen Oblivion in the showers before, and says there's nothing to speak of when Oblivion refers to "IT"...
Oblivion: Oh, they're about to find out what IT is going to do to THEM! Tonight will be a BLOODBATH! Just you both WAIT!!! Then when we're done. Oblivion will come back to you two....
Michael and Gonzo looks worried, as they exchange looks in a somewhat comical fashion.
Oblivion: ....with some blood in buckets for you to consume. You'll watch Oblivion consume some blood of Pantheon!!
Oblivion goes to storm out of the boiler room, as he turns and says...
Oblivion: DON'T YOU TWO GO ANYWHERE!!! I WILL NEED A LARGE SNACK WHEN I'M DONE WITH PANTHEON!!!
Gonzo Murdock: Oh, don't worry! We'll be right here, waiting to interview you when your match is done, man!
Michael Steele: For sure!
Gonzo Murdock: Do you mind if I do a J?
Oblivion: You two are gonna have to pay for your insults against Oblivion. So, don't believe what Mod Deuce is telling you. Oh, you didn't know. Tell Mod Deuce to shut the Hell up!!
Oblivion looks at both men, then he leaves the boiler room. Once the door closes, something from the other side of the door slams against it, before it becomes silent once again. Once both men are certain that Oblivion is gone, Gonzo turns to Michael and says as he lights his J...
Gonzo Murdock: Well, that went well...
Michael Steele: Yeah, now that Oblivion has locked us inside of the damn BOILER ROOM!!!
Mod Deuce (Audible): I'm already on the way, guys. I'll have you out shortly.
Gonzo Murdock: Thank God for the little miracles. At least we didn't die!
Michael Steele: There is that to be grateful for. I just hope this is it for us tonight...
Mod Deuce (Audible): Mike, for the love of GOD, can you quit transmitting, already?
Michael presses the "Off" button on the camera, as Gonzo observes...
Gonzo Murdock: Dude, you really suck at technology, don't you?
As the crowd settles in for the next match, whatever they thought would happen is cut off by what can only be described as a royal procession. Knights are walking out from the backstage area, fully clad in armor and carrying spears. Dozens and dozens line the entryway down to the ring, almost like clockwork they thrust their spears into the air and form a covered path to the ring. A couple jesters come out, cartwheeling and juggling much to the confusion of everyone in the building. Trumpeters arrive on scene, and a regal looking gentleman with a microphone joins them.
Regal Fella: Here ye here ye! On this day, the 12th day of April, 2015 - it is my designated honor to announce the Royal Court of Wrestling Championship Federation! I speak not of Dark Prince nor the Vapor Kings, I proudly announce to you ... PANTHEON!
The trumpeters begin playing the Mysterious Pantheon Theme, albeit a brass version. Out from the back, all clad in purple versions of their ring attire, is most of Pantheon. Corey Black, Jayson Price, Alex Richards, Jay Omega and Chelsea Armstrong - no sign of Scarecrow. Nevertheless, Pantheon makes their way down to the ring, led by the jesters and as they pass a knight duo, they drop their spears to the ground. Pantheon enters the WCF ring to the delight of the crowd, who by now are chuckling at the absurdity of the whole segment.
Regal Fella: Behold, PANTHEON! Absent from the party is Baron Murder, the one called Scarecrow. His feelings about this procession are not favorable, he however wishes the best to his fellow royal wrestlers in their battle tonight. Allow me to announce first, the Archduke of Mass Confusion, the behemoth Alex Richards! Welcome to royalty the Emperor of Entertainment, Jay Omega! Chelsea Armstrong, dubbed Lady Nightmare! King Internet, Jayson Price! And finally, King of All Wrestlers, Corey Black!
Gravedigger: This whole thing is silly.
Pantheon all bow and exchange old-timey pleasantries, gesturing with their hands toward the crowd and everything.
Zach Davis: This is just Pantheon asserting their names over the Vapor Kings. Not with violence, but with flashy silline- OH GOD WHAT WAS THAT!?
One of the jesters slammed his forearm across the head of Jayson Price, which was largely no-sold. Jay Omega was the first to strike the jester, a spinning backhand blow knocking him into the corner.
Gravedigger: Typical Price mouthing off.
The second jester takes off, not wanting any part of whatever is about to happen to the other guy. All the knights have been filing out while the announcements happened anyway, the traitor jester is left alone with most of Pantheon. Alex Richards grabs the jester by the bells (on his hat, I must interject) and holds him in the middle of the ring while the other four each take a corner.
Zach Davis: Could it be?
Alex with a big chop to the top of the head of the jester, he turns to bounce off the ropes while Corey, Jayson, Jay and Chelsea all come firing off with superkicks to every part of the jester's head! Four Corners Superkick! As fast as the superkicks were fired, Pantheon is out of the way because Alex Richards is coming back toward the jester at full speed! Before he can even fall Alex takes his goddamn head clean off with a running big boot! The crowd explodes as Pantheon begin bowing and gesturing all knightly once again, trumpet version of the Mysterious Pantheon Theme playing.
Gravedigger: Solid show of a cohesive unit from Pantheon tonight, even with the missing Scarecrow.
Slam goes to commercial with Pantheon laughing with each other.
Zach Davis: We're back to an EXPLOSIVE edition of Sunday Night Slam!
Freddy Whoa: Couldn't have said it better myself Zach! There are some huge, huge implications coming off of Explosion, and now everyone's trying to get their piece!
Gravedigger: A bunch of no good slouches, if you ask me.
Zach Davis: We weren't asking you, Digguh.
The lights in the arena begin like a strobe light flashing blue and red with some white mixed in as “Lucifer in Starlight” by Powerwolf begins to play. The Dark Prince doesn’t walk out onto the stage until the hard part of the song hits after the guitar intro. He stands on the stage for a moment looking around the arena before making his way down the path to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first…from the deepest pits of your worst nightmare…THE DAAAAAAAAAAAARK PRINCE!!!
He pays no attention to any of the fans as they watch the him making his way to the ring. There are boos, but most of the fans are just watching the freak as he enters the ring.
Zach Davis: We have a United States Championship match coming up, and the challengers in the ring.
Gravedigger: These are our number one contenders? What has this fed come to when our champions are forced to defend against a bunch of one month rookies? I thought that's why we had Television Championships and stuff like that?
Freddy Whoa: Dark Prince is coming off a big win at Explosion and he deserves a shot just as much as the next guy!
“For the Love of Life” by David Sylvian hits the P.A. as every single light in the arena comes on at their brightest. When we hear the lyrics Occulo will make his way to the ring through the crowd. When over the barrier he'll stare up at the screen which at this point the music will shut off, the lights will shut off and the screen shows grey CCTV footage of an unknown location for a few seconds and then go back to his normal video with the music continuing.
Kyle Steel: Coming out next...hailing from Washington, DC...standing at six feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds...he is the UUUUUUUNITED STATES CHAMPION...OCCCCCCCCCCCCUUUUULOOOOOOOOOOO!
He then slides into the ring and rest on the ropes with his arms outstretched.
Zach Davis: Occulo is coming off a bitter disappointment at Explosion...you know he wanted to win the Trilogy Cup but...
Gravedigger: The Omega Man stuffed his ass. Yeah, we were there. We all saw what happened, Zach.
Freddy Whoa: It was a hard fought man, but Jay Omega is a tough motherfucker, and anyone who steps into the ring with that guy has their hands full.
Zach Davis: You know he's looking to regain some momentum here tonight, which means he needs to defend his US Championship with aplomb! Leave no questions asked!
Occulo is barely in the ring for a second before Dark Prince rushes on him. He tackles him into the turnbuckle as the referee calls for the bell and the match officially begins. Prince pops off left and rights in the corner, going for a hard swing...
Zach Davis: Occulo ducks!...
Freddy Whoa: Now he has an advantageous position on Prince!
Occulo hits Prince square in the gut with a knee before whipping him into the opposite turnbuckle! Occulo charges and hits Prince with a plancha! Prince bounds out of the corner and whips around as Occy springs out of the corner and goes for a hurricanrana! On the whip around, Prince gains control and drops Occulo into a huge reverse atomic drop! Occulo bounces off holding his ass and falls against the ropes.
Zach Davis: You know that hurt!
Freddy Whoa: Being dropped right on your tailbone can't be a pleasurable experience!
Gravedigger: It was a pleasurable experience to watch.
Occulo crawls away as Prince comes after him. Occulo makes it to the turnbuckle as Prince comes up on him. Occulo whips around and tries to shove Prince away, but Prince is able to shove an elbow right into Occy's face! Elbow! Gut punch! He grabs Occulo around the head and throws him away from the corner and to the mat. Occulo rolls a few feet but whips himself up to a standing position as Prince charges after him. Occulo rolls behind him and Prince comes to a halt! Occulo grabs Prince around the midsection and drops him backward with a heaving German Suplex!
Zach Davis: The bigger you are!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What a move from Occulo!
Occulo floats over and hooks Prince's leg for the pinfall as the ref drops down.
Zach Davis: Prince got the shoulder up and the match continues!
Prince shoves Occulo away as they both get to their feet. Occulo goes on the offensive and taps Prince in the gut with a kick. He goes to drop him with a famouser, but Prince lifts him up onto his shoulders!
Zach Davis: EVERLASTING TORMENT!...
Freddy Whoa: No! Occulo landed a hard punch to Prince's head!...
Prince starts to wobble as Occulo whips around to the front and lands a hurricanrana! Prince flips over to the mat as Occulo gets to his feet. Occulo drops a stomp on Prince's chest and springs off the ropes, going for a moonsault!...but Prince flys to his feet and catches Occulo on his shoulder! He drops the champion with a huge powerslam and goes for the cover!
Freddy Whoa: Occy gets the shoulder up!
Zach Davis: That was close! Prince caught him by surprise there!
Prince gets to his feet and pulls Occulo up by the hair. He shoves him into the ropes and whips him off. Occulo comes flying back and Prince catches him with a huge clothesline! Occulo does a flip mid air and lands on his stomach and Prince drops down. He shoves his knee into Occulo's back and lifts his head up, wrenching a submission move!
Zach Davis: Prince has that locked in tight!
Freddy Whoa: Occulo needs to pull out of this quick!
Occulo struggles to get to the ropes as Dark Prince wrenches the submission move even harder! Occulo moves toward the ropes!
Gravedigger: Dark Prince is about to rip Occulo's head off!...
Zach Davis: We may have a new champion!...
Occulo's hand catches the ropes! Dark Prince drops the hold immediately and moves toward the center of the ring. He stands there with his head hung low, eyes closed, as Occulo climbs the ropes, nursing his throat and choking all at the same time. Occulo barely gets to his feet as Dark Prince opens his eyes and flips around, a slight smirk adorning his face. He charges Occulo and knocks him over the top rope, but Occulo barely hangs on and lands on the apron.
Zach Davis: Caught it by a hair!
Freddy Whoa: Prince is coming back!
Prince goes to knock Occulo off the apron, but Occulo nails Prince in the gut with his shoulder through the ropes! Prince doubles off and Occulo catches him in the face with a knee and Prince falls to his back towards the center of the ring! Occulo sees an opportunity and jumps to the top rope! He bounces off and leaps passed Prince and smashes his elbow down on him! Prince holds his solar-plex and Occulo crawls over him for the pin!
Zach Davis: NO! PRINCE SHOULDERED OUT!
Prince shoulders out, barely able to stand to his feet. Occulo approaches him, but Prince jabs Occy in the throat out of desperation! His move connects and Occulo stumbles back! They turn to face one another as the match comes to a standstill!...Prince charges Occulo!...but Occulo comes up and nails Prince in the throat!
Zach Davis: Prince is out of it!
Freddy Whoa: Occulo bounces off the ropes behind him!
Zach Davis: OESOPHAGEUS BUREAU!
Gravedigger: That hurt!
Occulo lands and grabs a hold of Prince's head. He brings his knee down directly on top of it!
Zach Davis: SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE! IT CONNECTS!
Occulo flips Prince over for the cover.
Zach Davis: He's done it! Occulo retained!
Freddy Whoa: After an incredible match from both participants!
Gravedigger: Incredible match or not, the only thing that matters is standing there, with your championship and your hand raised in victory! Everything else is inconsequential.
Occulo is celebrating in the ring with his belt while Prince still lays on the ring mat. The referee's check on Prince...
Heavy guitar distortion cuts through the arena to a HUGE POP from the crowd, cuz lets face it...they know who's on their way to the ring.
"2nd Sucks" by A Day To Remember starts blaring throughout the arena as Kaz steps out on the ramp, different from his normal crowd entrance. He's wearing his street clothes (leather jacket, holey jeans, and a pair of black boots), his jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail, and his Tag Team Championship is slung over his shoulder. He's holding a microphone and golf clapping in an obviously condescending manner.
Back in the ring, Occulo looks pissed that his victory over Dark Prince is being interrupted by the KazMonstuh, but Kaz don't suffer no fools. He puts the microphone to his lips as his music cuts out.
KazMonstuh: It's great to see...
The crowd cuts him off with voracious cheers.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
Kaz stops for a moment to take it all in. Though a lot of people were cheering Kaz, Occulo fans were taking rancor to Kaz interrupting their favorites triumph. The crowd starts to die down and Kaz lifts the microphone up to his lips yet again.
KazMonstuh: It's great to see our "United States Champion" in the ring, defending that strap like a tried and true champion should...is what I should be saying right now, but I just can't bring myself to do it. Do y'all wanna know why?
Kaz waits as the crowd cheers and some of the crowd boos.
KazMonstuh: It's because I look at someone as pathetic as Occulo, and I can't see a REAL Champion. I see someone who was given a chance, someone who was given the ball, and they dropped it. Not once!...but twice! I see that belt around your waist and see just a paperweight Occulo. That's about the extent of prestige you've brought to that Championship. You were given a golden opportunity to prove yourself as a champion and a competitor at XIII...and you backed out of your match?! What kind of shit is that, Occy?!
Kaz fans cheer, Occulo fans boo. You know how it is.
KazMonstuh: You backed out of your match against me, for reasons unmentioned, and you failed to ascend the ranks of the Trilogy Cup...does that sound like championship material to any of you? What about you Occulo...imagine yourself on the outside looking in...can you see a champion from that point of view?
Kaz waits for an answer, but Occulo just gives him a glare.
KazMonstuh: I didn't think so, Occulo. Now I see guys like Prince getting title shots at my belt...and it makes me fucking sick! What did he do to earn his shot at MY belt? Whose brass balls did he suck for this opportunity? Huh, Prince? Answer me!!! Oh wait...You can't. You're too busy getting pinned by this broke azz, philandering, impotent excuse for a champion!
More boos from Occulo fans! More cheers from Kaz fans!
KazMonstuh: Now I've told ya once and I'll tell ya again, I'm coming for that belt Occulo. I know how to take a championship and make it something to be proud of. (Kaz lifts his Tag Team strap in the air to a pop from the crowd) I, along with Cairo, resurrected a dead division and I can do it with the United States Championship. I know how to make it a prestigious belt once again...and that's something that just isn't in your skill set, Occy.
Now, if I were you, LAWD WILLY FORBID IT, but if I were you...I'd beg Seth to book this match. That's your only chance at gaining any semblance of respect from me and prove you have a set of nuts dangling between those legs! I'll be waiting for your answer Occulo.
Kaz drops his mic as "2nd Sucks" plays over the speakers and Kaz holds his Tag Team Championship up to another crowd pop, then goes back behind the curtain, leaving Occulo in the ring with an angry gleam in his eye as the scene fades.
As we come back from commercial, Occulo salutes to the crowd as he steps from the ring, the crowd cheer as loud as they have all night, but Occulo’s progress to the back is quickly halted by the presence of Natural ICE Beckman and Zombie McMorris stood at the top of the ramp. Occulo cracks his his knuckles in preparation to defend himself, however both Vapor Kings simply point a ‘behind you’ to Occulo, as Occulo turns he takes a chair directly to the face from Joey Flash.
Zach Davis: Oh for god’s sake not again…
Freddie Whoa: I guess Joey’s a smart businessman after all.
Gravedigger: YES! I’ve been waiting for this, good shit.
Joey grabs Occulo by the hair and rolls him into the ring, with The Vapor Kings in tow heading up toward the ring joining their brother. Joey is already laying into the fallen Occulo with repeated chair shots and stomping his head into the bottom turnbuckle. When happy with the damage done Joey rolls out of the ring and collects a microphone from Kyle Steel.
We see making his way from the back is John Mullins Sr, a smirk on his face.
Joey Flash: I’m sorry Occy, I guess daddy is finally gonna spend some time with you.
Mullins slides into the ring and begins laying into Occulo himself, lefts, rights, boots and all.
Mullins: You disrespectful prick, I should have left you a stain in a fucking sock.
Mullins continues to batter the unconscious Occulo.
Mullins: Where you are now, a bloody mess unconscious laid on the ground is where I should have fucking left you in the hospital when Clare spat you out. Do you realise how unbelievably selfish you are? It’s always been about you hasn’t it? Poor little Occulo. Always the victim. Night after fucking night we had to put up with you and your endless screaming. You broke up an entire marriage from the comfort of your bedroom. So I left. I couldn’t take it anymore. Then I heard you were making a name for yourself here. Alright I admit it. I did see some kind of profit from you. Perhaps I expected something BACK from you. But what happened, I began to like you. John fucking Mullins growing attached to that little bundle of love. I built you up to the man you are today, I saw the World Title shot in the distance. What a cash cow that would be. I’d finally be able to do whatever I wanted in life and escape this shit with you. But you lost didn’t you. You fucking lost. Back to square fucking one. So fuck you. You’re useless. Always have been. Always will be.
Joey Flash: You fucked up Occulo. You ruined every fucking thing. I pushed my little pawn across the board this year, you got that US Title, you won almost every match you were in and you got to the semi-finals of the Trilogy cup.
Joey begins clapping.
Joey Flash: Then I had the lovely idea, let’s have Occulo get to the final of the Trilogy cup, let’s wait until the last minute and...fucking destroy him.
The crowd goes wild with boos, ZMAC and ICE laugh and taunt the crowd while Mullins continues to assault his son.
Joey Flash: This was how shit was supposed to work, I guess I can’t trust faggots like you to do the work for me huh? Can’t even beat Omega, you stupid cunt. Now I’m in a bit of a quandary, what do I do from here? I thought long and hard, I could attack Jay Omega, but this guy is just too well protected, even if we three go to war with Pantheon, it’s still a two to one advantage. Even a victory for us wouldn’t be without casualties. So what should I do now? How does a man get his way in this federation? a) Force b) Smarts, so we either attack the man with five others protect him...or we destroy the little desert dwelling loner faggot and remove him from competition. How does that sound?
The crowd goes wild with boos and whistles...which quickly turns to cheers as the lights are killed in the arena and a draining hourglass appears on the large screen. The final grains of sand filter through to the bottom and a familiar voice booms across the PA.
Dune: That sounds like one hell of a dream.
The lights hit to find Dune standing directly behind Joey Flash, baseball bat in hand, with one crack of the Louisville slugger he sends Joey to the floor, The Vapor Kings look at each other and decide whether or not to continue the fight but decide quickly to conserve themselves for their upcoming match. Beckman grabs Flash and they escape out of the ring and down the aisle.
Mullins, though, finds himself alone in the ring. He crawls backward into the corner away from Dune, a look of fear and regret plastered to his face. Dune walks over to Mullins and bends down when he reaches him.
Dune: Looks like your business partners have abandoned you. Things are a bit different without them by your side, no? All that power…gone, just like that.
Dune snaps his fingers. A nervous sweat covers Mullins’ face, and he follows Dune’s hand as it points toward Occulo.
Dune: That your son?
Mullins’ nervously shakes his head yes. As soon as he does, Dune slaps him across the face as quick as a rattlesnake strike. He doesn’t draw back to do it, but based on Mullins’ reaction there was plenty of force behind it.
Dune: You like beating on him when he’s backed into a corner?
Half of Mullins’ face is beet-red. He begins to shake his head ‘no’, but Dune slaps him with a hard left, reddening the other side of his face. Dune slaps him again with his right hand, but this time Mullins strikes back with a slap of his own. His has no effect other than pissing the masked man off. He grabs Mullins by the throat and lifts him high into the air as he gets to his feet. Occulo is still dazed, but he’s standing now, and he turns around to see his father for the first time since the betrayal.
Dune looks over at Occulo, who gives the slightest of nods. Dune then hits Mullins in the gut with a heavy knee and slams him onto the mat face first. Mullins writhes in pain, but only until Occulo runs at him and hits him with the Subliminal Message. Then he is still – unconscious in the ring, as his son had been only moments ago. But his ordeal is not over. Dune picks him up and goes to powerbomb him before catching his limp body in the crucifix position. He walks over to the ropes and delivers a Sandstorm onto the floor below.
The crowd cheers as now only Dune and Occulo stand in the ring. They look at each other for a moment before Dune begins to speak.
Dune: There’s some legitimate talent back there in that locker room, but a lot of it dwells inside men who I’d never put my neck out for in a million years. You don’t fall into that category. I’ve been watching you for some time now, Occulo. I realized early on that not only were you one of the greatest fighters in the WCF, but that you’ve got a good head on your shoulders – one that’s not likely to betray.
I’ll put it to you straight – I’m looking for a partner. I know all too well that there’s strength in numbers, and that rings true in this business more than any other. I’m looking for someone who will have my back, just like I had yours tonight. What do you say?
Occulo gives Dune a thoughtful stare and nods his head
Occulo: There’s nobody in this entire company who I would be more honoured to shake the hand of and walk amongst this battlefield alongside. There’s a war coming, that much is clear. I think….I know together we can remain strong in the fog. Two Sentinels watching over each other, and those who they seek to use as mere instruments of their own sadistic pleasure. I am ready if you are, Dune
He holds his hand out and they shake hands. The crowd go absolutely ballistic and chant
Crowd: Sentinels!! Sentinels!! Sentinels!!
Occulo nods and addresses the crowd
Occulo: We won’t be cast aside. There are powerhouses in this company that are going to engage in an all-out war and we won’t play the part of the rubble their destruction leaves behind. As Sentinels we will stand when they demand us to fall and we will sing when they demand silence.
Occulo salutes the pumped crowd and The Sentinels exit up the ramp
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a six man tag team match.
The opening sample of “So Watcha Want” by Beastie Boys fills the arena a the lights dim. When the song kicks in, strobelights flash throughout the arena and a spotlight hits the entrance. Buddy Roman takes the stage, followed by Natural ICE Beckman, Zombie McMorris, and Joey Flash. Buddy stands before them with a proud smile. The three men taunt the crowd for a few moments until a series of pyros explode and they are led to the ring by Buddy.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, with a combined weight of seven hundred and twenty-five pounds. Accompanied to the ring by Buddy Roman, Natural ICE Beckman, Zombie McMorris, and Joey Flash. The VVAAAAAPPPPOOOOORRRRR KKIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGGGSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
The Vapor Kings enter the ring, and turn towards the stage, waiting for their opponents. The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into “Treachery” by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of boos. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowly looking around at the masses of garbage booing him. He’s wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Lilith walks out to the stage and kisses Logan on the cheek.
Kyle Steel: With a combined weight of five hundred and seventy-nine pounds. Introducing first, LLLOOOOGGGGAAAAAAANNNNN and LLLLIIIIILLLLIIIITTTTTHHHHH!!!!!
Logan begins walking down the ramp, with Lilith behind him, taking their time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the stupid WCF fans booing at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.
Kyle Steel: Now their partner, from Centereach, New York. GGEEEEEMMMMIIIINNNNIIII BBBAAAATTTTLLLLEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays through the Arena as it goes black with only a spotlight shining at the entrance curtain. A Duo of tattooed men burst through and take a look around. When they think the coast is clear they open the curtain and Vanessa Williams, a beautiful and tall black woman wearing a skin tight red dress, walks through. She motions towards the entrance and Gemini Battle walks through to a series of boos from the crowd.
He looks straight forward at the ring ignoring the jeers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini as he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get his to his feet and remove his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring.
ICE Beckman and Zombie McMorris climbs through the ropes, allowing the newest Vapor King to start the match. At the same time, Logan and Lilith have climbed the ropes allowing Gemini Battle to start the match. Both legal men are turned facing their own partners, discussing last minute strategy. The referee calls for the bell, and both men turn and face each other. Once they see they face each other, both men throw down their hand in frustration. Flash tags in McMorris, while Gemini tags in Logan.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash and Gemini Battle must be getting sick of fighting each other week after week. It’s no wonder they want a break from it.
McMorris and Logan walk to the center of the ring. They start to lock up, but Logan’s hand goes in and pokes McMorris in the eye. McMorris steps back holding his eye, as Logan kicks out the back of his knee. McMorris is quick to get back up to his feet, although holding his knee. Logan raises his hand again, challenging for a lock up. McMorris moves in and delivers his own eye poke to Logan. As Logan steps back, McMorris charges in for clothesline, but Logan sidesteps and guides McMorris into the turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Logan grabs hold of McMorris, and pushes him to the ropes. He sends the Honey Badger to the opposite ropes with an Irish Whip. When McMorris returns, Logan hits him with a European Uppercut, sending McMorris flying back to the ropes. When he returns this time, Logan drops him with a bulldog.
Zach Davis: Logan with the upper hand so far.
Logan stands up, and drags McMorris to the corner. Logan tags in Lilth, who quickly climbs in and drops her knee on the spine of McMorris. She stands up, only to drop the knee on the same exact spot. She stands up again, and drops once more. This time, McMorris has rolled away, leaving Lilith to drop her knee on the mat. She grabs her knee in pain and sits at the corner, holding her knee. McMorris crawls towards his corner. Lilith steps forward and grabs McMorris, who turns around and delivers an eye poke, once again sending Lilith back to her corner. McMorris moves in to make a tag, just as Lilith tags in Gemini Battle.
Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle tagged in!
McMorris tags in Joey Flash.
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris tags in Joey Flash!
As the two men enter the ring with a burst of fresh energy, the meet in the center, only to see each other and throw their hands down in frustration again. The two begin arguing with each other in the ring. Gemini pushes Flash, who pushes back. Gemini pushes again, and Flash returns it with a punch to Gemini’s face. Gemini returns it with another punch, leading the two to engage in a trade of blows.
Zach Davis: Once again Joey Flash and Gemini Battle are facing each other in that ring.
Flash sends out another punch, but this time Gemini returns it with a knife chop to the chest, sending Flash backwards. He delivers another knife chop, pushing Flash back even further. Gemini stops, and points to Joey’s partner, telling him to tag out. Flash points to Gemini’s partners, saying the same thing. The two move to their own corners, and makes their individual tags.
Freddy Whoa: They are really tired of facing each other.
Gemini tags in Lilith, while Flash tags in ICE. Beckman moves forward, and locks up with Lilith. She surprises him with a hip toss, and locking on a sleeper hold. ICE breaks out of the hold, and stands back up. He tries again to tie up, but Lilith ducks underneath and jumps to give a high knee shot to the ribs.
Zach Davis: Lilith is taking the fight to the Vapor King.
Flash is seen talking to Buddy Roman as Lilith hits ICE with a rolling wrist lock. Lilith continues her assault on ICE, landing elbows and knees in various places on Beckman’s back, knees, and arms. Lilith tags in Logan, who rushes to the injured Beckman. Logan begins his own series of kicks just as Buddy Roman walks over towards Vanessa, causing Gemini Battle to jump down from the apron. ICE grabs hold of Logan’s waist, sending him crashing into his own corner’s turnbuckle. Logan’s arms accidently hit Lilith, who flies off the apron. ICE tags in Flash, who moves in to the injured Logan, and spins him around. When Logan turns around, Joey Flash hits him with a quick beautifully timed right hook that lays out Logan.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The Sudden Flash!
Flash moves in for the pin as Gemini is now arguing with Buddy Roman and ICE Beckman, with Vanessa behind him.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Joey Flash pins Logan for the win!!!!
Outside the ring, Gemini notices what has happened. Gemini runs in and pushes Joey Flash knocking him to his ass. From the side Beckman delivers a right hook to the head of Gemini sending him back. ZMAC runs forward and delivers a big boot to Gemini sending him to his ass. ZMAC and Beckman stand around Gemini and start kicking down on the man.
Gravedigger: Gemini not happy with the result of the match went to take his frustration out on Joey Flash and look what happens when you mess with the Vapor Kings.
Lilith and Logan roll out of the Ring after there grueling match. Both are exhausted from the match as the start to walk down the aisle toward the locker rooms .
Crowd: We want Hotdogs Clap clap clap
Crowd: We want Hotdogs. Clap Clap Clap
Crowd: We want Hotdogs Clap Clap Clap
Freddy Whoa: Whoa can you believe this? It sounds like the crowd doesn’t like Logan with Lilith
Gravedigger: Well it sounds like the crowd is stupid to me. They obviously have no clue what it takes to be successful in this business. Logan does and he knows that Marc Mayhem wasn’t the answer.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah I don’t know Zach What is your Opinion?
Zach Davis: WE WANT HOTDOGS!
Gravedigger: Oh Jesus I am surrounded by idiots.
Lilith notices a fan in the front row with a sign.
Lilith: Will you suck my Hotdog?
Lilith walks over to the fan.
Lilith: Who the hell do you think you are? I will Kick your ass!
Fan: Oh Come on Sweet tits suck my hotdog. You can call me Logan if you want!
Lilith slaps the fan across the face and grabs the sign from the crowd. Just then Marc Mayhem Pops up from behind the sign with a cup in his hand. Lilith starts to back track from Marc!
Marc Mayhem: Hey sunshine you still want to break me?
Lilith holds her hands up but she can defend herself Mayhem throws the contents of the cup in t her face. She drops to the ground in pain holding her face.
Freddy Whoa: HOLY BEEEPPPPP WHOA Thanks FCC I almost slipped.
Zach Davis: OH MY GAWD it is Chaos Incarnate himself MAYHEM. He looks pissed.
Gravedigger: I don’t care what he looks like. The sick bastard just threw battery acid in Lilith’s Face. That is… Well you know come to think of it I like it.
Mayhem jumps the barricade and runs to the ring and begins to lift the apron.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think Logan has even noticed what has happened.
Zach Davis: We Want HOTDOGS! WE WANT HOTDOGS
Gravedigger: Son of a Bitch Zach do you eat paint chips No one is even chanting that anymore.
Logan notices that Lilith is on the floor rolling around in pain and screaming. He runs over to her aid. Mayhem pulls a chair out from under the ring.
Crowd: This is awesome Clap Clap Clap
Crowd: This is awesome clap clap clap
Crowd: This is awesome. Clap Clap Clap
Mayhem walks over to Logan with the chair in tow. He taps on Logan’s shoulder as logan turns around he sees Mayhem has the chair raise above his head.
Mayhem strikes Logan in the forehead with the chair and Splits his forehead wide open. Logan falls backwards next to Lilith. A gaggle of refs and security come running out from the back. Mayhem begins to Assualt both downed wrestlers with alternating chair shots and they lay helpless on the ground.
Gravedigger: Man I can’t put my finger on it but Something about Mayhem I like.
Freddy Whoa: I tell you I am almost disgusted. I mean sure Logan double crossed him last week. But Battery Acid and being beaten with a chair? Uncalled for.
Mayhem slides in to the ring and calls for a Microphone.
Marc Mayhem: HEY BABYGURL!!!!!!! Hahah Sorry Logan I don’t think Lilith will be in the Mood Later. She might have a headache. Logan I told you, If you want to be with the Bitch then you’re gonna be treated Like a bitch. Now look at you! Knocked out laying on the ground. I told you Lilith you guys can’t hide from my challenge! I will do this every single week until you accept.
Mayhem slides out of the ring and begins to push the refs away from Lilith. Mayhem puts his foot on her chest and orders the ref to count.
Mayhem raises his arms over his head then walks back over to the barricade and climbs over and leaves the arena by climbing up the stairs.
Freddy Whoa: Really What did that just prove! He had to pin her?
Zach Davis: WE WANT HOTDOGS CLAP CLAP CLAP
Gravedigger: I need a raise I cant work with these idiots. Lets see what’s going on in the next match while they clean this mess up.
Meanwhile in the ring Flash has gotten to hit feet and Gemini is being held by both arms by Beckman and ZMAC alike. Flash clenches his fist and ‘blows the dust’ off of it. He reels back and delivers a perfectly placed punch on Gemini dropping him to the ground.
Joey Flash: Pick him up again!
ZMAC and Beckman oblige and lift the fallen warrior back to his feet.
Gravedigger: Joey Flash stepping into his role in the Vapor Kings very well. This is not pretty.
Gemini spits out blood and yells
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! What foul language!
Joey dusts off his fingers again when suddenly the sounds of motorcycles is heard. Vapor Kings look towards the entrance ramp as the DRG led by Thomas Bates make their way down the entrance ramp and towards the ring.
Joey delivers a quick last punch to Gemini, perfectly placed as normal, for good measure before ZMAC and Beckman drop him and the three men exit the ring. Buddy Roman clears a spot in the crowd as the bikes inch closer. Vapor Kings escape through the crowd as the bikes circle the ring with their ear shattering roar.
Gravedigger: The number one contender for the World Champion, Thomas Bates is entering the ring. What the hell is he doing out here anyway?
Thomas Bates gets in the ring as Gemini begins to stir again. Bates helps lifts Gemini to his feet and Gemini pushes Bates off of him. He looks around the ring and sees the team of Caraid as well as Danny Anderson stalking around the ring. Gemini exits the ring and pushes past Anderson. He turns around, never taking his eyes off the ring as Bates stands tall in the center of it never taking his eyes off Gemini.
A slight head nod can be seen from Gemini as he walks backwards up the entrance ramp and out of sight.
Gonzo and Michael had just finished escaping the Boiler Room that Oblivion had locked them in several minutes ago, thanks to the help of Mod, who was in the production van and in a position to save the two from becoming ITS next meal...
Gonzo and Michael talk about the situation, as they wander through the corridors of the arena, saying...
Gonzo Murdock: Dude, its all for show! There's no way that the WCF would allow a serial killer to compete here...
Michael Steele: Do you live in a fantasy world? This place is nuts! We got Gods, the Undead, people with Time Machines, and I'm certain there's a guy here who shoots laser beams out of his fingertips. WE WERE IN REAL DANGER!!!
Gonzo Murdock: In all that time in the Army, did you not face down assassins and other murderers?
Michael Steele: Yeah, but they're professionals, not psychopaths!
Gonzo Murdock: The line is fine when it comes to killing. Hell, deep down inside, we're probably psychopaths, too. Considering all the people we've killed...
Michael Steele: Well, when you put it THAT way...
Gonzo and Michael continue their stroll, when they see Corey Black moving in their direction. Gonzo waves, and says...
Gonzo Murdock: Corey Black!!! How goes the night?
Corey Black: Did I hear that you got locked in the Boiler Room by Oblivion?
Gonzo and Michael laugh, as Corey looks on bewildered. Gonzo then says...
Gonzo Murdock: Can't keep a secret around here for long!
Corey Black: Why are you laughing? You guys were in some serious danger!
Gonzo and Michael laugh even harder, as they say...
Gonzo Murdock: Our van guy heard the whole thing, and came to get us out. No big deal. Hope your PANTHEON brothers do break off a foot in his ass for even thinking that we're that easy of a meal for him.
Corey Black: Yeah, they're in the ring right now. I should be getting to a monitor...
Gonzo Murdock: Before you go, I do have a few questions that I think everyone would like answered. Like what's the situation with PANTHEON and Trios Cup?
Corey Black: What about Trios Cup?
Gonzo Murdock: Well, you guys have enough members to justify two teams, and I was curious if we are going to see two teams go into Trios.
Corey Black: Good question, but I'm going to have to say for the interim, there will be only one PANTHEON Team competing in the Trios Cup. We got Jayson Price, Alex Richards, and Scarecrow representing us, with plenty of alternatives should something happen between now and the tournament.
Gonzo Murdock: Gotta say that there are going to be some fans questioning why the proclaimed "heart and soul" of PANTHEON is sitting this one out. Is this due to injury? Or are you really ready to hang it up?
Corey Black: I don't think I'll ever completely "hang it up", but I know my place in PANTHEON, and right now, its about getting the future of PANTHEON ready for when myself and other founding fathers are no longer around. And as far as I'm concerned, that is what is more important right now, not me adding more accolades to my name, which are rather sizable already.
Gonzo Murdock: You don't have to tell me that. I know how to read. What about the rest of the contenders for Trios? How do you feel about the chances of the Vapor Queefs in Trios? Or what about the Poonglorious Asshats? Got anything for them come Trios?
Corey Black: Something, something, we're PANTHEON! Something, something, we built the WCF to what it is now, and something, something, none of those teams can do anything about it! PANTHEON have dominated the Trios Cup since its inception, and I don't foresee that changing anytime soon.
Gonzo Murdock: Yes, but this is a different PANTHEON we're now seeing from a year ago. At this time last year, you had Jonny Fly and I believe Steve Orbit was still a member of PANTHEON as well. Two solid veterans who will probably go into the Hall of Fame down the road. And now you've got the remnants of The Pack, who I've had plenty of experience with. Never mind what I have to say about The Pack, what do you have to say about them? What makes them worthy of PANTHEON now?
Corey Black: The Pack were a bunch of kids with zero direction and a penchant for causing trouble. Everyone knew that, but nobody did anything about it, other than beat the hell out of them. And you were no exception. But now that they have a direction, and a good one, I don't see why they cannot accomplish what they want in PANTHEON. And they all bring something valuable to the table. All of them are multiple championship winners, and as I said before, they are the future of the WCF.
Gonzo Murdock: Well, I know you've been around for a bit, and they probably do benefit from your experience more so than they would have as members of The Pack. And while this is a new and different PANTHEON, it is safe to say that this is not a less effective version of PANTHEON going into the Trios Cup.
Corey Black: That's a pretty accurate statement. I'm not going to stand here and claim we're going to win it all, because there are some issues that do need to be addressed. However, I'm certain that PANTHEON will be in this thing right until the very end. And with any luck, Trios will stay right with PANTHEON, right where it belongs.
Gonzo Murdock: Alright, then! Well, I hope the current version of PANTHEON are doing well against the Chronic Window-Lickers, er, I mean, the Chrono-Rippers in their match right now...
Michael Steele: Dude, Thomas Bates! Your 6 o'clock!
Gonzo Murdock: And now to interview our potential next World Champion! Thank you, Corey Black, for answering my questions and being a classy guy about it!
Corey Black: Not a problem. Just keep clear of Obi. He hates it when his food escapes...
Gonzo Murdock: Duly noted! You have yourself a wonderful evening... BATES!!!
Michael Steele: SHIT! I don't think I had the microphone on!
Mod Deuce (Voiceover): No. You. Didn't.
Michael Steele: WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING? YOU FU-
Gonzo Murdock: HEY! QUIT FUCKING AROUND! BATES JUST ROUNDED THE CORNER!
Gonzo and Michael shuffle off to interview Thomas Bates, as Corey Black just shrugs his shoulders and continues on with his evening...
Zach Davis: Alright!! It's for one of two HUGE matches, of the evening.
Gravedigger: This Alaskan crowd is amped up for this next match.
Freddy Whoa: This match features Pantheon verses The Chrono-Rippers and Dune. This match will be the match to watch!!
The arena lights dim as a keytar with a distinctly 80's sound begins tapping out a beat, and "Holding Out for A Hero" by Bonnie Tyler begins playing in full. The intro winds down, and as Ms. Tyler asks "Where have all the good men gone?", Jay Omega steps from behind the curtain, and a spotlight hits him center stage.
The sound of crows cawing echoes throughout the arena. Blue spotlights dancing across the screaming faces of those in attendance as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful cry:
“Dub Cee DEAF...Let the world hear you SCREAM!”
The crowd breaks into cheers.
Crowd: SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
“Brotherhood Of Man” by Motorhead kicks in. As the ominous chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath the jumbotron.
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Explosia" by Gojira kicks in over the arena speakers. When the vocals kick in, pyro explodes from the stage and from around the jumbotron as it fires to life with a video montage of all of Jayson Price's greatest moments. A spotlight comes on and shines on the stage as Price steps out from the back to a massive pop from the crowd. Price pauses at the top of the ramp to let the crowd get themselves a good look.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at a total weight of 724 pounds... THIS IS PAAANTHEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!
As Pantheon walks down the ramp, Price grabs a beer from a fan trying to get a high five. Roxxi chainsaw walks next to Scarecrow. Jay Omega throws his arms up and out in an Orton-esque pose, then slaps his left shoulder twice before he begins skipping down the ramp. Strobe lights flicker throughout the crowd in a multitude of colors ranging from deep violet to neon green, as Omega crosses back and forth down the ramp waving his hands indiscriminately, slapping hands and faces in equal measure. Price downs the beer and tosses the can into the crowd. Price then rolls in under the bottom rope. He heads for the corner, climbs up to the second rope and gives the fans the finger before hopping down to the mat. He'll pull off his shirt and throw it to the crowd before warming up for the match in his corner.
At ringside, Jay Omega takes a moment to force snot out of his left nostril and dances a little jig. Omega rolls under the bottom rope, and kips up to his feet. Omega crosses the ring and hops onto the second turnbuckle with his left foot on the top one, throws glow sticks and does a few pelvic thrusts. at the crowd for a few moments, before he backflips back into the ring.
The Scarecrow soaks up the cheers from the crowd before entering the ring, adjusting his taped right hand once again as a way of foreshadowing his finishing maneuver. Roxxi follows, snarling at the camera.
Scarecrow removes his hoodie and hands it to Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post and hits the crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. The Scarecrow soaks up the adulation for a moment before climbing back down and leaning his back against the ring post as he assumes a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
Zach Davis: Now we wait for their opponents....
The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, testing the ropes and stretching a bit, then he makes his way to the center of the ring. He grabs the collar of his thick vest with both hands and looks out into the crowd as each corner-post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his tactical vest and dropping it outside the ring.
Zach Davis: Now, all we have to do is now just wait for The Chrono-Rippers.
The house lights dim, as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers. Lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around a jam packed arena.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes The Chrono-Rippers.
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!!
Hushed anticipation falls over the crowd, as the crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin as a spotlight illuminates the stage. Fog slowly rolls out. Strobes proceed to flash. Johnny Reb and Oblivion slowly move low to the entrance stage, almost to the point where it looks as if they are creep-crawling. Their bodies are rocking to the music. Their heads bob to the thumping music. Oblivion's facial paint is black and white flames, that blends into each other, without any lines. The paint is crisp, but the surrounding edges are blurred. Oblivion's eyes are outlined with red.
Dark Johnny Reb facial paint is designed as the Confederate Flag. Paint is also crisp, but the outer edges are blurred and looked unfinished.
Zach Davis: Who would of thought about Johnny Reb, even besides his attitude change, Oblivion and him jelling well together like this!!
Gravedigger: Yea!! But, this time they are facing off against Pantheon.
The fog continues to roll out thick. The bodies of The Chrono-Rippers can be seen in the fog. They slowly stand up with wicked and serious stares on their faces, as they look around the Sullivan Arena. Several mixtures of very explosive boos and cheers goes up from the crowd.
Zach Davis: I know I have said this before, but The Chrono-Rippers can get the WCF Galaxy to react in ways THEY want them to.
As Dark Johnny Reb and Oblivion walk down the ramp, the cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion and Johnny Reb sneer at the camera. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Some of the nearby crowd continue to rock out, as The Chrono-Rippers proceed to walk down the entrance ramp with Dune. Their focus is only on Pamtheon.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... with a combined weight of 517 pounds... this is The Monster Oblivion and The Inveterate Confederate Johnny Reb..... THE CHRONO-RIIIIIPEEEEEERRRRSS!!
Oblivion and Johnny Reb circle the ring staring daggers at Jayson Price, the Scarecrow and Jay Omega. Johnny eschews the steps completely, leaping onto the ring apron and climbs the turnbuckles. Oblivion enters the ring, walks to another corner and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Both Oblivion and Johnny Reb extend out their arms. The crowd reacts with a mixed reaction. Both Chrono-Rippers jump down and proceeds to speak strategy with Dune.
Freddy Whoa: With all the match participants inside the ring....
Gravedigger: Let this match being. This will be a bad ass match!!
Zach Davis: It looks like that Dune and the WCF Hardcore champion is starting off this match.
Both competitors circle the ring. Omega stops and grabs the top rope.
STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Jay Omega stops down with his right boot, as the crowd clap their hands along with the stomping boot. Omega circles around Dune, slightly popping and locking before locking up with Dune.
Freddy Whoa: A knife edge chop by Dune on Jay Omega.
Gravedigger: A haymaker from Dune, drops Jay Omega to one knee.
Omega stands up and Dune nails Omega with a knee to the mid-section.
Zach Davis: Jay Omega strike dune with a back fist.
Freddy Whoa: Two quick jabs by Jay Omega.
Freddy Whoa: Short-arm clothesline!!
Zach Davis: Omega gets dropped to the mat by Dune.
Dune grabs Jay Omega.
Gravedigger: Jay Omega kicks Dune in the head, while still on his back.
Dune stumbles back...
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega strikes Dune with an European uppercut.
Omega grabs dune and throws him into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Dune bounces off the ropes...
Gravedigger: SPINNING HEEL KICK!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!
Freddy Whoa: Dune hits the mat hard!!
Zach Davis: The Hardcore Champion is going for the pin!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Gravedigger: Not even a one count.
Omega grabs Dune and spins him around....
Freddy Whoa: Butterfly back-breaker.
Omega quickly bolts for the nearest corner and quickly bolts up to the top turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: We know that Jay Omega loves to fly.
Gravedigger: Dune is motionless.
Jay Omega proceeds to dance on the turnbuckle before quickly flying off the top turnbuckle....
Freddy Whoa: FLYING ELBOW DROP!!
Omega proceeds to make a pin on dune.
Zach Davis: Pin attempt!!
Crowd: TH..... NOOOOOOOOOO!!
Gravedigger: That's almost two and a half.
Omega picks up Dune...
Freddy Whoa: HEADBUTT BY DUNE!!
Jay Omega smiles back and turns around and smashes his own head against the turnbuckles before grabbing Dune...
Zach Davis: Headbutt by the hardcore champion!!
Freddy Whoa: Headbutt by Dune!!
Gravedigger: HEADBUTT BY JAY OMEGA!!
Both competitors wobble in the center of the ring...
Zach Davis: Both Dune and Jay Omega collapse down in the center, of the ring.
Jayson Price and Scarecrow yells encouragement for Jay Omega, as Oblivion and Johnny Reb yell for Dune.
Zach Davis: It looks as if Dune is getting real close to tag in The Monster Oblivion!!
Jay Omega turns around and struggles to stand up and flies to stop dune...
Freddy Whoa: Dune tags in Johnny Reb.
Dune throws Jay Omega into the ropes. Omega bounces off the ropes....
Gravedigger: FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!
Reb grabs Omega and tosses him into the ropes....
Gravedigger: I don't think Johnny Reb saw that tag from Scarecrow!!
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb has been wanting to get his hands on Jay Omega!!
Reb attempts to clothesline Omega, but the Hardcore Champion slips under the bottom rope. Johnny Reb looks behind himself....
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow nails Johnny Reb with a spinebuster.
Scarecrow waits as Johnny Reb stands up and goes behind The Dark One....
Gravedigger: GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: Scarecrow going for the pin....
Zach Davis: Not even a one count!!
Scarecrow grabs Johnny Reb and throws him into the ropes. Reb bounces off the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow misses with a clothesline!!
Johnny Reb jumps and bounces off the second ropes colliding with Scarecrow...
Gravedigger: Springboard arm-drag!!
Scarecrow rolls and immediately stands up, but Johnny Reb is already perched on the top turnbuckle...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Johnny Reb leaps off the turnbuckle and bounces off the top ring-rope, spring-boarding off....
Zach Davis: SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG!!
Johnny Reb goes for the pin, by covering Scarecrow.
Freddy Whoa: Pin attempt!!
Crowd: Tw-.... NOOOOOOOO!!
Gravedigger: ONE AND A HALF!!
Reb grabs Scarecrow.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow grabs Johnny Reb's right leg.
Reb swings at The Scarecrow but misses. Still having a grip on the right leg of Johnny Reb...
Scarecrow picks up Reb and slams Reb's right leg against Scarecrow's own right thigh.
Zach Davis: WHat's Scarecrow doing next?
Scarecrow rolls Johnny Reb over....
Reb screams out in pain...
Stanley Moser: You wanna call it a night, Reb?!
Johnny Reb: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Reb scoot crawls towards the ropes.
Scarecrow: Oh Hell no!! Scream bitch scream!!
Johnny Reb scoots closer to the ropes.
Scarecrow: Ask him!!!
Stanley Moser: Wanna submit Johnny Reb?!
Johnny Reb: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Reb scoots closer, to the ropes....
Stanley Moser: That's it, let go Scarecrow!!
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb made it to the ropes.
Reb quickly stands up. Scarecrow lunges at Johnny Reb.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb ducks out of the way and bolts towards the ropes.
Reb leaps in the air and springboards off the second rope....
Gravedigger: MEATHOOK CLOTHESLINE!!
Scarecrow grabs for a shaky Johnny Reb....
Freddy Whoa: ROLLUP!!
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb rolls up Scarecrow...
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Reb bolts for the ropes, spring-boards off the ropes...
Freddy Whoa: SPRINGBOARD HURRICANRANA!!
Scarecrow rolls into his corner.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow tags in Jayson Price!!
Price and Reb bolts to the center of the ring...
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
Gravedigger: both competitor and nailing each with punch for punch.
Gravedigger: Jayson Price nails Reb with a knee in the gut!!
Zach Davis: SNAP SUPLEX BY THE WCF CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION!!
Price picks up Johnny Reb.
Freddy Whoa: Short-arm clothesline!!
Johnny Reb bounces back up and charges towards Jayson Price....
Zach Davis: QUICK RELEASE BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!
Price smirks and the crowd cheers.
Crowd: PANTHEON!! PANTHEON!! PANTHEON!!
Price walks over to a down Johnny Reb....
Reb yanks Price, by his trunks, crashing Price, face first into the second turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: Johnny Reb grabs Jayson Price....
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb catapults Jayson Price's entire body into the turnbuckles.
Price bounces off the turnbuckles. Reb spins Price around....
Zach Davis: Facebreaker DDT!!
Gravedigger: Johnny Reb doesn't waste any time....
Freddy Whoa: You can't, especially with a great competitor in Jayson Price.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb is already on the top turnbuckle!!
Reb flies off....
Gravedigger: It's gonna be a flying legdrop. Price is not moving!!
Johnny Reb's body falls towards a prone Jayson Price....
Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price moved.
Zach Davis: Price grabs Reb in a cravate.
Both competitors move around....
Gravedigger: CRAVATE SUPLEX!!
Zach Davis: Jayson Price is going for the pin!!
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion breaks up the pin!!
Freddy Whoa: That match would of been over, if it wasn't for The Monster Oblivion.
Price picks up Reb and throws him into the ropes.
Zach Davis: Johnny Reb bounces off the ropes. Jayson Price misses with a clothesline attempt.
Reb bounces off the ropes, Price spins around, looking for Reb....
Gravedigger: INVERTED FRANKENSTEINER!!
Reb stands up and proceeds to walk to his corner...
Zach Davis: Jayson Price grabs Johnny Reb's right foot!!
Jayson Price: AHHHHHHHHHHH!!
Freddy Whoa: Johnny Reb stomped down onto Jayson Price's right hand.
Reb lunges ahead, leaps....
Freddy Whoa: OHHHHHHHHHH..... MYYYYYYYYYYYYYY....... GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDD!! Johnny Reb tags in The Monster Oblivion!!
Price runs towards The Monster....
Zach Davis: Jayson Price runs towards the ropes, spring-boards off the ropes....
Gravedigger: KNEE TO THE SKULL!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion is down!!
Immediately Price goes after the left leg of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion has had that brace on his left knee since he gotten here in WCF.
Gravedigger: Single leg crab!!
Stanley Moser: YOU WANT TO SUBMIT OBLIVION!!!
Oblivion: FUCK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU PRICE!!! YOU'RE GONNA DIE!!
Jayson Price: Shut up!! You're not gonna do no such thing!!
Price proceeds to rip away the knee brace and use extra leverage....
Freddy Whoa: The Monster was too close to the ropes!
Stanley Moser: Let's go Price.... ONE!! LET GO OF THE SINGLE LEG!! NOW!! TWO!! THREE!! FOUR!! FIV....
Price lets go of the hold...
STOMP!! STOMP!!! STOMP!!! STOMP!!!
Gravedigger: The Cruiserweight Champion is stomping down on The Monster Oblivion's knee.
Oblivion gets IT's dirty filthy nails into the eyes of Jayson Price. Price back away. Oblivion struggles to stand up. Price charges at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: TILT A WHIRL BACKBREAKER!!
Price rolls over to his left....
Freddy Whoa: Jayson Price tags in Scarecrow!!
Oblivion and Scarecrow stare at one another.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Gravedigger: Now, we're talking!! Scarecrow verses Oblivion!!
Both men bolt over to each other....
WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!! WHAM!!
Both Oblivion and Scarecrow fall out of the ring, still connecting punches with one another!!
Zach Davis: Scarecrow throws Oblivion into the ringsteps.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow charges at The Monster....
Gravedigger: RUNNING YAKUZA KICK!!
Oblivion crumbles against the ringsteps.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow picks up Oblivion...
Oblivion jams IT's fingers in the throat of Scarecrow...
Freddy Whoa: The Monster throws Scarecrow....
Scarecrow collides with the ringside security railings. Oblivion takes his massive boot and presses IT's massive boot against the back of the skull of Scarecrow.
Gravedigger: The face of Scarecrow is getting masked up against the bottom of the security railing!!
Oblivion picks up Scarecrow and throws him up and....
Zach Davis: Oblivion drops Scarecrow, throat first against the top of the security railing!!
Oblivion grabs Scarecrow....
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow ddt's Oblivion against the railing.
Gravedigger: UH-OH!! OBLIVION HAS BEEN BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!
Oblivion notices his head has been busted open!! Oblivion roars out!!
CLANG!!! CLANG!!! CLANG!! CLANG!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion smashes Scarecrow's head against the railing!!
Gravedigger: Now, Scarecrow is bleeding buckets. Wow!! This is getting crazy!!
Both Scarecrow and Oblivion are digging their nails into each other head lacerations.
Freddy Whoa: Blood is just everywhere!!
Zach Davis: Yakuza kick to the head of Oblivion!!
The Monster stumbles back... but bolts forward....
Gravedigger: SPEAR!! SPEAR!! SPEAR!!! SPEAR!! Oblivion just speared Scarecrow straight down to Hell. They ended up under the ring.
Oblivion and Scarecrow fight under the ring....
Zach Davis: We are hearing screaming, blood curdling screams. Metal clanging!!
Oblivion and Scarecrow crawl out from under the ring, covered in more blood than before.
Freddy Whoa: Both competitor barely crawl inside the ring. Oblivion is making a pin attempt!!!
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Zach Davis: Jay Omega breaks up the pin!!
Gravedigger: A bloody as Hell Scarecrow tags in Jay Omega.
Omega immediately climbs up the turnbuckles and quickly flies off....
Freddy Whoa: FROG SPLASH!! Jay Omega is going for the pin!!
Jay Omega: STAY DOWN!!!
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap> THIS IS AWESOME!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Omega picks up Oblivion...
Oblivion jabs IT's fingers into the throat of IT's opponent.
Zach Davis: Oblivion grabs Jay Omega in an inverted suplex....
Zach Davis:....right into a stunner!!
Freddy Whoa: The Monster tags in Dune!!
Dune grabs Jay Omega....
Zach Davis: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB ON DUNE!!
Omega flies to the corner, climbs up to the top and instantly flies off....
Gravedigger: CORKSCREW MOONSAULT!! Jay Omega is going for the pin on Dune!!
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEE!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Jay Omega: DAMN IT!!
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega tags in Jayson Price!!
STOMP!!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!! STOMP!!
Price picks up Dune and throws him into the corner.
Zach Davis: Dune slams hard into the corner!! There goes Jayson Price!!!
Gravedigger: The Cruiserweight Champion connects with a running knee to the face of Dune!!
Price picks up Dune....
Freddy Whoa: ATOMIC DROP!!
Zach Davis: RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Price picks up Dune and tosses him into the ropes....
Price gets tossed into the ropes....
Gravedigger: OKLAHOMA STAMPEDE!!
The Sullivan Arena erupts with thunderous boos and cheers!!
Zach Davis: HERE COMES OBLIVION!!
Oblivion slams a big boot to the mid-section of Jayson Price.
Oblivion nails Jayson Price with a double underhook ddt!!
Zach Davis: What is Oblivion doing?!
The Monster climbs up to the top turnbuckle...
Oblivion moonsaults in the air. Camera-phones flash throughout the Sullivan Arena.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Jayson Price moved out of the way!!
Price waits for Oblivion to stand up...
Jayson Price: GET UP!! GET UP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!! GET UP!!!
Oblivion slowly stands up. Price pounces onto The Monster...
Zach Davis: SLEEPER!! Jayson has it hooked deep!!
Stanley Moser watches as Oblivion flings himself around, as Jayson Price hangs onto the head of Oblivion.
Gravedigger: Oblivion drops to one knee!!!
The referee gets into position and checks on The Monster. Oblivion right arm drops.
Freddy Whoa: That's one!!
Gravedigger: Oblivion drops the other leg!! The Monster is on IT's knees as Jayson Price squeezes hard against the carotid artery!!
Zach Davis: Stanley Moser check again.... YES!! The arm of Oblivion drops for a second time!! Oblivion looks as if IT's out!!
Oblivion begins to wobble. The referee check again. the arm of Oblivion drops...
Freddy Whoa: WHAT?!
...but the arm stops halfway. Oblivion begins to shake, then eventually violently shakes. Oblivion stands up, with Jayson Price on IT's back.
Gravedigger: Oblivion stumble back...
Gravedigger: Jayson Price gets squished against the turnbuckles, but he is still hanging on with the sleeper.
Zach Davis: Jayson Price gets squished against the turnbuckle and The Monster Oblivion!!
Jayson Price still hanging on.....
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion slammed Jayson Price against the turnbuckles one more time!!
Zach Davis: Jayson Price let's go of the sleeper!!
Gravedigger: OUT OF NOWHERE OBLIVION PLACES JAYSON PRICE IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY!!!
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!! 5150 ON Jayson Price!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! Oblivion makes the cover!!!
Stanley moser slides into position...
[DING!! DING!! DING!!]
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
The Sullivan Arena is going absolutely crazy!!!
Kyle Steel: THE WINNERS OF THE MATCH DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUNE AND THE CHROOOOOOOONOOOOOOOOOO RIIIIPPEEEEEEEERS!!
Gravedigger: What a Hell of a match!!
Zach Davis: ONE HELL OF MATCH!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! THAT'S ALL I GOTS TO SAY IS WHOA!!
Gonzo Murdock: BATES! WAIT UP!
"Gonzo" Deuce Murdock can be seen running down a corridor behind the monstrous Thomas Urial Bates, as he continues to keep himself warm for his upcoming match with Bobby Cairo for the World Heavyweight Title. Bates turns to see Gonzo and his cameraman, whom he believes they call "Michael". Gonzo catches up and says real quick...
Gonzo Murdock: World Title Match, getting ready, I know. But you had to know SOMEBODY was going to ask you some questions about tonight.
Thomas Bates: Yeah, I knew it was coming. Didn't know it would be you, though. Who did you piss off?
Gonzo Murdock: Who do I NOT piss off, and it'll be a very short list. Mike, you ready?
Michael shoots a thumbs-up, as Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: I'm standing live with Thomas Urial Bates, all 6'9" and 400-plus pounds of Southern home-grown, corn-fed madness, as he sets himself up to take on "The Gawdfadda of Professional Wrestling" Bobby Cairo for the Big One. The Strap. The World Heavyweight Title. Everyone is waiting to see how this goes down, and I'm no exception! Because let's face it, I might be facing one of these guys later on...
Michael coughs and interrupts Gonzo, and Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: Cliche question one! How do you feel going into this match?
Thomas Bates: Well, I'm not going to lie and say I'm completely ready for this opportunity. I mean, I made my debut, and I put a few people on the canvas, but I did not anticipate this match. However, it is what it is, and just like every other wrestling match before me, I will compete in it, and I'll be as ready as I'll ever be.
Gonzo Murdock: How do you train for someone like Cairo? Yes, he's a loudmouthed asshat, but he's been able to back up his mouth for years. Have you let what he's had to say get to you in any way?
Thomas Bates: His talk, just like everyone else's in the WCF, is just that. A lot of talk. Will I say that I don't respect Bobby Cairo? No. I respect him for the fact that he had to ascend that mountain to get where he is. Now do I respect what he has to say on the matter of me facing him? Not at all. I did not push for this match, but I will fight in it. And if Bobby has a problem with that, well, he can sit his spoiled, little, rich ass in his locker room and bother not coming out. I get paid either way...
Gonzo Murdock: Bobby might be all of those things, but I can guarantee that he will meet you in the middle of the ring. Hell, I got a lot to say about Bobby Cairo, and coward is not one of those things I could say about Cairo. Now here's a question, how do you feel he feels about stepping into the ring with you?
Thomas Bates: If you listen to what he says on the matter, this isn't the first big man he's had to deal with, and I will probably not be his last. With that said, I don't think he's going to enjoy his time in the ring with me as much as he does with, say, Natural "ICE" Beckman or perhaps an Oblivion. Because unlike those guys, who are great, don't get me wrong, I bring something else with me. And that's will. The will to get the impossible done, because I was built to take on the impossible. Look at me! I'm fucking six foot nine, and 430 pounds! I graduated from a Southern Ivy! I pick up weight on a regular basis that would make most mortal men cringe and make even the Gods go "wow"!
Gonzo Murdock: Yeah, I saw the YouTube video. You're a sick man...
Thomas Bates: The fact I want to put out there is this. Bobby, you're the champ, for now. Ten minutes from now, that may very well be a different story. You got what I want, and you don't want to let it go. But now its time to get into that ring, and deal with what is coming to you. I'm not going to cover this in sugar and tell you sweet little lies. I'm going into this match to take that title from you, no more or less. And if you got a problem with it, well there's no time like now do something about it. I'll be waiting for you in the ring, Bobby.
Gonzo Murdock: Before you go, there is one more question I HAVE to ask.
Bates glares at Murdock, knowing what's coming.
Gonzo Murdock: Were you and the DRG behind the attack on Bobby Cairo earlier tonight?
Bates glares at Gonzo without answering as he walks down the hall.
Zach Davis: Here we go Main Event time this should be a hell of a match-
“Feels Good Inc.” by the Gorillaz hits the PA and the fans all shot to their feet in surprise.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa now, what is he doing coming out here now?
Gravedigger: You know what he is doing! He is being a King and doing whatever the hell he wants!
Natural ICE Beckman appears from the fog created by the blasts of fake snow, a microphone in his hands and a disgruntled look upon his face. ICE makes a cut motion for the person in the back to stop his music as he stands on the entrance ramp, pacing back and forth like a caged lion as he speaks on the mic.
ICE: We all know why I am out here! But for all those morons who sit in the WCF front office who have their heads so far up their own asses their burps sound like fucking farts, I will make it fucking clear. Thomas Uriel Bates is getting My Rightful World Title Shot here tonight! And that is fucking Bullshit People! Fucking Bullshit! Now I get it, be a fucking man, wait your fucking turn, don’t act like a whiny bitch and all that shit, but fuck around here, you have to go get what you fucking deserve or they will be more than happy to make you just another doormat or stepping stone for new, fresh talent. So fuck it. I am here, I am protesting this match and I want Seth to know, next week, it is going to be more than this little fucking outburst, or me harassing him on tweeter, next week I am going to start a true campaign to make Seth's fucking life more miserable than it already is...and it is going to get worse and worse until I get what I fucking deserve! A One on One Match with Bobby Cairo for MY World Title! And that is not fucking guarantee, or promise, that is just the truth now, for my past speaks for itself, if I want something, I fucking get it!!!
ICE Beckman soaks in the reaction from the people, before sneering at the camera.
Zach Davis: Oh, that look is for sure meant for Seth.
Freddy Whoa: ICE did his part at Explosion; he took down Pantheon’s Chelsea Armstrong.
Gravedigger: He sure fucking did and now the ball is in Seth’s court and if he doesn’t hit it back, ICE is going to ram is down his throat!
Zach Davis: Now maybe we can get our main event started.
Master of Puppets hits.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: Looks like Seth is going to address ICE head on!
Seth steps out from the back, microphone in hand. ICE glares at him from the ring while Seth paces back and forth for a few moments before speaking.
Seth Lerch: You know, ICE, you're an evil man. Ever since your stupid SuggestionsForSeth internet campaign, my poor secretary has had a massive workload dealing with all of these letters, tweets, Facebook posts, LinkedIn messages, MySpace adds, AIM messages, ICQ messages.. everything!
Zach Davis: How outdated is WCF's social networking team? Jesus.
Seth Lerch: All because you started it, ICE. I promised online that tonight I'd make good on ONE of those suggestions, just to shut everyone up... and you know what? You hit the nail on the head.
The crowd pops, knowing what's coming. ICE's eyes light up.
Seth Lerch: At Aftermath, WE'VE GOT ICE BECKMAN VERSUS THE WORLD CHAMPION!
The crowd pops!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Seth Lerch: There are a lot of questions surrounding the World Title. Will Cairo retain tonight? Who will win the Trilogy Cup Tournament finals and face the Champ in May? That could be Jay Omega. And if it is Jay Omega, there is only one man I want the belt on in that case... and that man is you, ICE Beckman, the Pantheon Killer.
With that, Seth makes his leave. Beckman plays to the crowd a bit, making the belt motion around his waist.
Gravedigger: How about that. If Cairo retains tonight, we've got a One rematch at Aftermath!
Zach Davis: And if Thomas Uriel Bates wins, he's got his first challenger lined up. Wow.
Freddy Whoa: I can't wait!
The loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the titron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead. Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage and begins walking towards the ring with a focused and angry look.
Zach Davis: And here comes the challenger Thomas Uriel Bates!
Freddy Whoa: And he does not look happy.
Gravedigger: Can you blame him? Something went down tonight and he knows that everyone is looking at DRG being behind that attack on Bobby Cairo.
The titron ron shows the motorcycle images replaced with images of Bates fighting in the ring, highlighting his power moves from his previous matches, ending with Bates throwing Gemini Battle thirty feet in the air and into the fifth row of the crowd. As Bates arrives to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks to the center of the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring. He starts getting ready for the match earlier than usual as he waits for Cairo to make his entrance.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I think he knows there is about to be a fight tonight.
The ominous cowbell of anarchy hits the PA system and the crowd jumps to its feet and begins to chant--
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Zach Davis: And here come the WCF World Champion! “The Godfather of Professional Wrestling”! Bobby Cairo!.
"Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine kicks into gear. A spotlight singles out "The Godfather of Professional Wrestling" Bobby Cairo as he makes his way through the crowd. The fans react with a loud cheer and chant even louder—
Freddy Whoa: The champion looks good tonight, despite those stitches
Zach Davis: And he does not look happy. He is looking at Thomas Uriel Bates like he’s about to become a serial killer!
Gravedigger: Yeah, but I don’t think Bates is just going to lay over here. And he looked just as upset coming out here tonight as Cairo about what went on earlier tonight.
Zach Davis: You have to wonder what is going through their minds here. Cairo was down. A DRG flag was found.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, that’s going to be a tough one to explain.
Zach Davis: There may be no explanation needed if DRG was indeed behind the attack.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Freddy Whoa: Here is Bolts Quackenbush coming with Bobby Cairo.
The "BO-LIEVE IN BOBBY CAIRO!" signs are out in full force as Bobby slaps hands with his supporters, gropes tits and asses, and generally makes a spectacle of himself while navigating his way through the audience. Cairo reaches the fan barrier, hops over it and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Bates stares down at Cairo stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins in, amplifying the thunderous effect. Cairo does not appear intimidated but just stares at Bates with an evil glare in his eye. He climbs the turnbuckles and salutes the fans, soliciting another loud cheer, before hopping down and readying himself for the match. Bolts Quackenbush stands at ringside clapping his hands as Kyle Steel waits to announce the main event.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for Wrestling Championship Federation Slam’s main event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall and it is for…THE WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challenger, representing the Dark Riders Gang MC: WCF Chapter! Weighing in at 430 pounds! Standing 6 feet 9 inches tall! From Huntsville, Alabama! He is…THOMMMMMMMAAAAAS!!! URRRIELLLLLLLLL!!! BAAAAATESSSSSS!!!
Crowd: TUB! TUB! TUB!
The crowd chants on as Bates and Cairo are standing only 5 feet from each other on either side of Kyle Steel. The ref stands behind Steel waiting for the end of his introduction. The chanting stops.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent! Representing the Poondock Saints! He is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions! Standing 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 226 pounds! Currently residing in Poon Town, Federal District, Poon Guinea. He is the WCF WORRRLLLLDD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE GODFATHER OF PROFESSIONALLLLL WRESTLING!!! BOBBYYYYY CAAAAAAIIIIIIRRRRRRROOOOO!!!
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
The champ holds the title in the air as he and Bates continue to glare at one another. Cairo hands the referee the title as Steel gets out of the ring. The ref holds the title up for all to see and quickly hands the title to the ringside staff. He calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: The world title on the line!
Gravedigger: Cairo looks small compared to Bates in there, but this isn’t his first time facing a much larger opponent.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo is going to have to be smart. He has to bring Bates down to size here tonight.
Gravedigger: That isn’t impossible for Cairo. He is the World Champion for a reason.
Bates and Cairo continue to glare at one another. Cairo points to the cut on his head and points to Bates. Bates shakes his head. Cairo nods.
Zach Davis: Yeah. We knew it’d come up and it has. Cairo showing Bates he saw the DRG flag.
Freddy Whoa: Bates seems to be denying he had anything to do with it.
Cairo immediately rushes in connecting with multiple stiff straight kicks to Bates’ midsection.
Zach Davis: And here we go!
Gravedigger: Vicious! Just vicious kicks from Cairo!
Bates temporarily is phased from the kicks and can’t prevent Cairo from connecting with a variety of hard rights and lefts. Cairo is punching away like a windmill on Bates as Bates slowly backs away into the corner. Cairo jumps up to the middle rope over Bates, but Bates shoves Cairo off. Cairo pops back up to his feet as Bates comes out of the corner. Just as Bates comes within reach, Cairo hits a dropkick to the left knee of Bates. Bates goes down to one knee, and pushes back up and grabs his knee. Cairo runs to the ropes, bouncing off
Freddy Whoa: Cairo with a head full of steam!
Zach Davis: Running lariat!
The big man stumbles around from the impact but isn’t knocked off his feet as he grabs the top rope. The impact does cause Cairo to hit the mat, but he’s back up to his feet quick. Cairo follows up with a series of knife edge chops with Bates up against the ropes. With each chop you hear the echo and the fans reaction to the sound. Bates holds his chest in pain after every chop. Cairo backs away and runs at Bates and hits a running enziguri.
Bates staggers, using the top rope to keep him up as he makes his way toward the corner once again.
Gravedigger: Oh man, Bates’ head has got to be spinning from that loud shot!
Zach Davis: Man, Cairo is hot after that attack! He’s on fire here tonight! Cairo believes DRG was behind his attack and he’s giving it to Thomas Uriel Bates here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Cairo is standing in the opposite corner! What’s he doing here?
Cairo charges at Bates and goes for a running knee smash in the corner.
Gravedigger: Oh, right into the big boot of TUB!
Cairo is down and begins crawling away from the corner as Bates shakes the cob webs out. He looks down on Cairo and begins to follow up.
Freddy Whoa: It’s the challengers turn, now.
Gravedigger: Yeah, it could be that Cairo wasn’t thinking straight here. He made a mistake that he doesn’t usually make. Bates is now on the offensive going for the World title.
Bates stomps on Cairo’s back, then drops an elbow on the same spot. He gets back up and stomps once again, followed by another elbow drop. Bates grabs Cairo around the waist and roars as he lifts the man like a rag doll and walks with the man in his arms before repositioning the man.
Gravedigger: What’s this?!
Zach Davis: Oh, man! Reverse fallaway slam!
Cairo hits the mat face first, rolling around holding his torso in pain from impact. Bates gets to his feet, grabbing a handful of Cairo’s hair and letting go picks the man off the mat by the back of Cairo’s neck. He scoops Cairo up into a body slam and tosses Cairo out a couple feet more than a regular body slam, showing his power.
Freddy Whoa: TUB is definitely making his presence felt with raw power!
Gravedigger: Big slam!
Zach Davis: Bates is definitely targeting the back of the champion. But, have you guys noticed that he has not gone after Cairo’s head?
Gravedigger: You’re right. Had DRG been responsible for attacking Bobby C earlier tonight, you would think that would be the target.
Zach Davis: Bates with a standing elbow drop to the upper torso! Man that hit right on target.
Bates follows up with a second elbow drop as he gets to his feet and goes for an early cover.
Zach Davis: Bobby C kicks out at 2.
Freddy Whoa: Bates perhaps just letting Bobby C know that he has the ability to take the title.
Bates grabs Cairo behind his neck and starts pulling him up to his feet slowly. As soon as Cairo gets to his feet he throws Bates arms off his head kicks Bates in the gut.
Gravedigger: And oh man what a European uppercut from Cairo. Great set up with the kick and then wham! Raw in the chin!
Freddy Whoa: Bates didn’t see that coming.
Zach Davis: Cairo seems to be getting back in the saddle once again here.
Cairo runs to the ropes, bounces off, ducks under a clothesline from Bates and bounces off the other side. Bates goes for a back elbow but Cairo stops before the big man can connect.
Zach Davis: Again a kick to the gut! Swinging neckbreaker! And Cairo brings Thomas Uriel Bates down!
Gravedigger: Smart, smart move.
Zach Davis: Cairo just one step ahead of Bates in that exchange.
Cairo grabs Bates left leg and drops an elbow across the knee. He hooks Bates’ knee and a leg lock submission.
Gravedigger: Now Cairo working on the leg. That’s how you control the big man, Bobby. Take the legs out from him. Don’t let the big man stand above you, champ.
Zach Davis: Some sort of knee lock here as Cairo is putting a lot of torque to Bates’ left knee.
Freddy Whoa: He’s letting go! What’s he doing here?
Cairo still holds onto the leg as he stands up and puts on the spinning toe hold. Bates hits the mat with his fist as the ref checks.
Ref: Come on, Bates! What do you say? Do you give?
Bates shakes his head as Cairo continues to apply pressure. Bates reach up and pulls Cairo’s hair down.
Zach Davis: Oh what a hard right hand to the chin forcing Cairo to break the hold.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Bates can deliver quite a punch.
Freddy Whoa: At Explosion, it was Grime that hit you over the skull with a steel chair, and it was Bates who came out and took that chair out of Grime’s hands.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Bates and DRG came out last week to bring order to what was going on. Grime needs to be watching out because I may just return the favor one of these nights.
Freddy Whoa: Someone needs to put this new movement in check.
Zach Davis: Meanwhile, Cairo back on the attack here stomping away at the left shoulder of Bates. Bates still pushing up to his knees.
Cairo hits Bates with a hard knife edge chop and then pulls the big man up to his feet. Cairo attempts an Irish whip back into the corner, but Bates reverses it and then pulls Cairo back.
Zach Davis: Oh up close and personal with the shoulder block there. Bates continuing to hold onto that arm as Cairo goes down.
Gravedigger: Oh, Bates isn’t done, yet.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: Did you see the height on that leg drop?!
Bates goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: No! Kick out at one this time from Bobby C!
Gravedigger: Bates back in control. Not good for the Godfather!
Bates grabs the back of Cairo’s head with a little bit of hair as he starts pummeling Cairo with hard right forearm shots to the side of the head.
Gravedigger: Oh, rocking the champ with big forearm shots! Those aren’t just any forearm shots! That a big ol’ TUB forearm to the side of the head!
Freddy Whoa: Look at Cairo’s head whipping around from every one of those massive blows!
Bates finishes Cairo with a hard right hand and covers him again.
Zach Davis: And the champ kicks out again!
Bates looks over at the ref who is holding his hands in the air letting everyone know it was only 2. Bates shakes his head grabbing Cairo again by the back of the head and pushes to his feet bringing Cairo slowly up with him. He whips Cairo into the corner and Cairo hits the turnbuckle hard. Bates follows up moving Cairo’s arms over the rope and hits Cairo with a hard back elbow in the corner.
Gravedigger: And a second big back elbow in the corner from TUB!
Freddy Whoa: Bates really taking it to Cairo here.
Zach Davis: Yeah, you have to wonder if Bobby Cairo is 100% after that brutal attack early on in the show.
Gravedigger: Oh, Bates lifting Cairo up to the top turnbuckle here. What’s he got in mind?
Bates goes to step up on the middle rope, but Cairo hits TUB with a big elbow to the top of his head stopping Bates in his tracks. He kicks Bates in the shoulder and then pushes Bates back a bit with his legs. Bates comes back only to be hooked around the head. Cairo leaps off spinning with Bates head still hooked in his clutches.
Zach Davis: Big Tornado DDT out of the corner!
Gravedigger: Back and forth here. TUB felt that!
Zach Davis: Cairo is slow to his feet, now. Bates is down, but Cairo can’t make the cover.
Cairo sees Bates is just beginning to push up from his back. He measures Bates up and runs at Bates who is sitting up.
Gravedigger: OH!!! KICK TO THE BACK!!!
Zach Davis: The sound of that kick echoed through the arena, guys.
Cairo stoops to a knee and locks Bates in a sleeper hold.
Gravedigger: Time to wear the big man down. Sleeper hold applied. He’s got it locked on good. TUB has nowhere to go.
Cairo wrenches as Bates tries to fight out of it. Cairo realizing that the big man is too powerful to be held for long tries to pull Bates from a seated position to laying on his side. Bates doesn’t allow for it and grabs Cairo’s elbow under his chin and starts moving to a knee instead. Cairo shakes his head and wrenches harder, but to no avail. Bates continues pushing up to his feet. With all his power, Bates stands, bringing Cairo off his feet. Bates swings Cairo into a side slam and drops.
Zach Davis: Oh, sideslam! Bates powering out of the sleeper. And now has Cairo in good position to cover.
Rather than go for the cover Bates gets back up to his feet. He stumbles back and leans on the ropes for a bit to rest as Cairo is slowly rolling the other direction. Before Cairo can reach the ropes, TUB follows grabs the man by his hair and lifts him to his feet again. He puts Cairo into a bear hug and squeezes as Cairo screams out in pain.
Gravedigger: Big Bearhug from TUB!
Zach Davis: Bates is really bringing it here tonight, fans. He wanted this title shot. He earned this shot. He’s going for it all and putting everything he’s got into this match.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but will it be enough?
Gravedigger: Cairo in trouble. The Godfather’s ribs are being crushed by the huge arms of and body of big TUB.
Cairo knowing he’s in a bad situation begins trying to fight out of the bear hug early. He smashes his elbow into the neck and shoulder and then locks on a guillotine choke as Bates continues to hold on with the Bear Hug. In a desperate attempt to free himself from the guillotine Bates slams Cairo to the mat, but in the processing receiving the DDT for his efforts.
Freddy Whoa: Man, that’s one way to do it. But, both men are down as the ref begins the count.
Both men are barely beginning to move.
Cairo is pushing himself up to his hands and knees, Bates and rolling toward the ropes and he grabs the bottom rope.
Cairo is on his knees and you can see the pain from that last slam on his face. Bates to a knee as he grabs the top rope.
Cairo pushes to his feet slowly as the ref reaches a count of 9 and Bates follows. Cairo turns finding Bates against the ropes and rushes in. Bates explodes with a running clothesline turning Cairo inside out. Bates’ momentum brings him down to the mat as well, but he moves as fast as he can back to his feet. He roars to the crowd.
Gravedigger: The WCF loves TUB! Listen to that! And Cairo had better look out.
Bates signals for the Memphis Giant Slam. He turns grabbing Cairo and brings the man to his feet. He lifts Cairo up high over his head. He presses him in the air once, but as he begins to do so again, Cairo kicks his legs and fights free from Bates’ clutches. Bates loses his grip causing Cairo to fall. Cairo lands on his feet, runs to the ropes before Bates can turn around, bouncing off comes back with a huge spinning wheel kick. Bates stumbles back, nearly falling this time, but manages to stay up. As Bates leans against the ropes, Cairo charges.
Zach Davis: Yakuza kick!
Bates bounces off the ropes only to fall to his knees. Cairo backs away and goes for a super kick to the kneeling Bates and hits it. The back of Bates hitting the middle rope and then falls face down on the mat. Cairo starts to roll Bates to his side, but with more effort than any normal sized man. He covers.
Zach Davis: No! Bates’ foot found the rope. That was close!
Gravedigger: Oh! The Godfather about had it in the bag!
Freddy Whoa: Good awareness from Bates finding that out to break the 3 count.
Gravedigger: This is just one hell of a match!
Cairo gets to his feet. He bends over holding his ribs, still feeling the effects of the bear hug and multiple slams from earlier in the match. Bates begins rolling to the center of the ring and Cairo points to the top rope and goes to the corner climbing the turnbuckle. It takes Cairo more time than he wants as Bates is getting to his feet. Cairo leaps off going for a flying double axe handle. Bates catches him around the throat. Bates lifts Cairo into the air but Cairo gets free. Bates goes for another running clothesline, Cairo ducks. Bates turns around. Cairo goes for it.
BOBBY CAIRO VICTORY
Zach Davis: R-CAIRO!!! HE HIT IT!!!
Cairo goes for the cover.
Zach Davis: And BOBBY CAIRO RETAINS!!!
Kyle Steel: Winner and STILLLL WCF WORLLLLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!! THE GODFATHERRRR OF PROFESSIONALLLL WRESTLING!!! BOBBY CAIRO!!!
The "BO-LIEVE IN BOBBY CAIRO!" signs are out in full force as Bobby receives the WCF World Championship back from the referee. The ref holds Cairo’s arm in victory as he clutches the title and is holding his title in the air, but quickly brings his arms down to brace his ribs.
Crowd: BOBBY C! BOBBY C! BOBBY C!
Zach Davis: Thomas Uriel Bates gave it all he had tonight. Bobby Cairo came out the better man!
Freddy Whoa: But is Bobby Cairo done with the DRG after that attack earlier in the night?
Gravedigger: More importantly, is Bobby Cairo ready for ICE Beckman and our epic One rematch at Aftermath?
Slam fades to black.