Zach Davis: And now we start our show with a very special segment here on Slam.
Freddy Whoa: Hitlery Klingon recorded a sit down meeting with both Natural ICE Beckman and Bobby Cairo earlier this week at the United Nations.
Gravedigger: Two men who are going to blow the roof off the arena at Aftermath for the World Title!
Zach Davis: I am being told the two competitors are working on some sort of negotiations between the rival factions of The Vapor Kingdom and the Poondocks Nation.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa...and what better place for such a thing than at the United Nations?
Gravedigger: Well this sounds too good to wait another moment to see, start the tape people!
A video begins to run on the screen as the entire arena watches it unfold on the big screen. It begins by showing Hitlery Klingon sitting in the middle of a long table that has ICE on one end and Cairo on the other. The two men are keeping their focus on one another as Bobby takes a moment to drum his fingers across the World Title.
Hitlery Klingon: Welcome WCF, I am Hitlery Klingon and I brought these two men together here tonight for a single purpose, so they may find a common ground for their currently warring nations. Gentlemen, thank you for coming here tonight to meet with me. Now onto my first question, can we find some common ground on which to begin to build some trust? ICE, let’s start with you, what do you hope to get from these talks?
ICE: The fucking WCF World Title.
Bobby Cairo: Keep dreamin’ bout that.
ICE: That’s about to be your nightmare.
Bobby Cairo: You need to live in the real world, boy.
ICE: The real world? That's rich coming from a man who lives in a land of make believe.
Bobby Cairo: And what's that supposed to mean?
ICE: You're not the World Champion, Bobby. You did not beat me. You've never beaten me. That belt is mine! It belongs to me!
Bobby Cairo: Listen, Natural, you're really starting to piss me off, OK, man? You've been harping on this "You never beat me" junk for the last two months. You had the same opportunity at Timebomb that I did. You lost. I won. You had the same opportunity at XIII that I did. You lost. I won.
ICE: You've never beaten me!
Bobby Cairo: Who cares? That's a technicality. And at Aftermath I will RECTUMfy that matter all the same.
As ICE darts toward an oblivious Cairo, hands outstretched in a strangulation posture, Hitlery intervenes with the power of her smart and stylish pant suit... and a case or ten of Whoop Ass Beer.
Hitlery Klingon: ICE! Please! We're here to resolve our differences and achieve a peaceable understanding.
ICE freezes in his tracks, admiring the stack of beer that Hitlery had rolled into the conference room upon a conveyable dolly as a diplomatic gesture.
ICE: I-- I understand, Hitlery. I was wrong to take up arms against Goverfagger Caigroan.
Bobby Cairo: ICE, you have been wrong plenty lately, haven't you?
ICE: You are fucking right Bobby, enough about the past, let's talk about the future.
Hitlery Klingon: Now that is the right attitude ICE. Let's talk about Aftermath, which I think we should think of as a place to start a clean slate.
Bobby Cairo: It is just going to be the same old thing, me walking away with the World Title and you walking away with nothing but a disappointed Buddy Roman. Tell me ICE, if you fail this time will Buddy even let you stay in the family?
ICE: Father Roman will never leave me.
Bobby Cairo: You say that, but do you believe it?
ICE: Here is something I believe, you are going to tap out at Aftermath and prove to the world you are nothing but a shit talker who is only above average in the ring.
Bobby Cairo: My title says otherwise.
ICE: I think you mean MY title.
Bobby Cairo: If you need me to knock some sense into you right fuckin' now, keep up that shit...for I got the time to lay you out.
Hitlery Klingon: I think we are getting off track again, guys.
ICE: I think we are right on cue, I am bringing up facts, I get pissed, Bobby gets pissed and then I beat the shit out of him just like I did at ONE.
Bobby Cairo: Listen, I'm pretty Godfatherdamned sure you were on steroids at ONE, my man. I'm not talkin' old school roids, I'm talking that Barry Bonds rocket fuel, son. That reminds me-- I want blood testing done before and after this match! I'm not defending my belt against a steroid cheat!
ICE scoffs at Cairo's remarks as he glugs down an entire case of Whoop Ass in one fell swoop, wiping the foam onto his shirt sleeve.
Hitlery Klingon: Um, Bobby? You do realize that blood testing would show ANY drugs that are in your system, not just performance enhancers, right? I'm talking drugs of abuse: marijuana, cocaine, heroin--
A look of panic hits Bobby's eyes before he tugs Hitlery on her jacket sleeve and pulls her in close.
Bobby Cairo: I cannot and will not allow that man to bully me into blood testing! You tell him that Robert Cairo does not negotiate with terrorists!
Hitlery Klingon: But, Bob-BUH! You're the one who demanded blood testing--
Cairo reaches into his groin and pulls out his Glock.
Bobby Cairo: TELL HIM!
ICE: Holy Fucking Shit! Now we are talking! You brought a gun to a atom bomb war. Pretty fucking boring Bobby.
Bobby Cairo: I could end this bitch right fucking now.
Hitlery Klingon: Please don't.
Bobby Cairo: I am talking about these negotiations, not you Hitlery.
Hitlery Klingon: Oh thank god, I would hate to get blood on my power suit.
ICE: You know what Bobby, you better bring that fucking gun to Aftermath, because without it, you aren't walking out with that fucking World Title.
Bobby Cairo: The gun is only here to scare this bitch; all I need to end you ICE, is my fist and the bottom of my fuckin' boot!!
ICE: Trust me Bobby, there is no end in my future.
Bobby Cairo: Like it or not, if you fall at my feet again, you might as well find yourself at the back of the line for the TV Title.
ICE: Fucking awesome thought Bobby, tell me, does that help you sleep at night? Like maybe if you can slip past me just one more time then I will somehow fucking magically go away?
Bobby takes a deep breath and smiles as he reholsters the Glock upon his thick.
Bobby Cairo: I don't call it magic, ICE. I don't call it magic, I call it logical deduction. We've stepped into the ring and competed against each other for the Worlds Title three times. I've twice emerged victorious.
ICE frowns at Bobby as he glugs another case of Whoop Ass, this time wiping the foam onto Hitlery's jacket sleeve.
Hitlery Klingon: Hey! That's gonna leave a stain.
ICE: I'm gonna leave more than a stain when I'm done with this asshole.
Bobby Cairo: Oh sure, you can threaten me, ICE, but you know as well as I do that the clock is winding down. See, maybe I do sleep better at night knowing that if and when I get the job done at Aftermath, I'm not gonna have to see you again for awhile.
Bobby appears to be pondering those very circumstances as he gazes downward toward the polished veneer of the conference table, whilst rapping his fingers upon it.
Bobby Cairo: But, ICE-- ICE, you gotta remember something, my man: These Worlds Title opportunities don't grow on trees. You can't just roll on down to the nearest liquor store and pick up a case o' them title shots, ya heard? So whatever I might be thinking about as I lay my head upon that bed of poon at night, I know that I do so with the reason and logic of a man who is rightfully assured in his abilities.
Cairo slams his fist unto the surface of the conference table with vigorous aplomb before pointing an accusatory index finger in ICE's direction.
Bobby Cairo: You, sir, you mien child are hoping that you can turn back the clock to that fateful night in December at ONE when you dropped me on my Jewbrainium for the pin. But think about how much has changed--
ICE: Nothing has changed, Bobby. You could not beat me one-on-one at ONE and you still cannot beat me one-on-one as we prepare to battle at Aftermath. I'm getting that belt back, by any means necessary.
Bobby once again flashes that coy Jewsmirk.
Bobby Cairo: Oh really? You must be feeling pretty bold to make such a statement. Pretty bold for a man whose most recent conquest came at the expense of his own girlfriend. See, while you were playing grab-ass with Chelsea at Explosion? I was defending the Tag Team Championship with Kaz, taking them Toronto Bruised Jays to school. And the week after that? I cut down the giant, beCUMming the first man to pin Thomas Uriel Bates.
Cairo clears his throat while casting his Semitic sapphire eyes at ICE. ICE returns fire and the two great superstars find themselves locked in a mutual death stare. Neither man budges. Neither man flinches.
Bobby Cairo: You might think that adding Flash to your group was some kind of a game changer, ICE, but I know the truth. I know that was merely an act of desperation. You, Buddy, ZMAC, your entire crew can read the writing on the wall and it spells D-O-O-M for the Vapor Kingdom. You're panicked just thinking about the consequences of Aftermath and what happens if you lose. What happens, indeed, my man?
Cairo finally breaks from the staredown to send a scowl of derision toward the floor, before turning his back to Beckman altogether.
Bobby Cairo: What happens, indeed? It's all cum crumbling down, hasn't it? First we took your Tag Titles. Then Orbit went AWOL. Then I ended the ICE Age. Then I reaffirmed my dominance at XIII.
Bobby closes his eyes and raises his arms to his sides in that Jam Willy Jesus Christ pose, his POONstripe suit rippling under the strain of his uberthick physique.
Bobby Cairo: If Twenty-Fourteen was all about The Rise of ICE Beckman and His Vapor Kingdom, then Twenty-Fifteen is rapidly proving that Flash... Flash is indeed an appropriate addition to your ranks, because that supposed VK dynasty was nothing more than a flash in the pan, my child.
ICE, undeterred by Cairo's diatribe, rises to his feet, standing so tall and so proud as Paul Bunyan with axe in hand. But it was not an axe that ICE wielded so much as an axe to grind, one that he would love to bury in Cairo's Jew spinal column.
ICE: You should know, Bobby, better than anyone how quickly things can change in this business. You've been in WCF for what, nine years? You talk about seeing it all and doing it all. Yet I'm sure that it just burns you up inside that I've achieved as much in one year in WCF than you have in nine, doesn't it? You never thought you'd see a rival like me emerge. You thought it was gonna be smooth sailing once Fly left.
Cairo turns toward ICE, facing him dead-on with a sudden look of unease about his person.
ICE: Ooh... struck a nerve, did I? Yeah, I know how much beating Fly at WAR meant to you. I know how convinced you were that beating me at ONE would be a cakewalk. I saw how crushed you were when I kicked out of the R-CAIRO three times, Bobby. THREE GOD FADDUH DAYUM TIMES! And then I pinned you in the middle of the ring and ended your championship dreams.
It was ICE's turn to mock with coy smiles and innuendos and he did so with cool glee as he chugged another case of Whoop Ass between his words.
ICE: So you schemed and connived, got yourself a shot at my belt under dubious stipulations at Timebomb. You managed to pin ZMAC, and what a great moment for you that was. But, Bobby, ZMAC ain't me. ZMAC ain't ICE Beckman. Damn good though he be-- he ain't ICE Beckman. NO BODY IS ICE BECKMAN, BOBBY!
ICE nodded his head with a look of supreme confidence on his face as Bobby returned fire with a hateful scowl.
ICE: The score between us? The true score? Is Beckman ONE, Cairo ZERO.
Hitlery abruptly intervenes before things can turn physical.
Hitlery Klingon: Gentlemen, why don't we take a break? Things are... things are getting heated. We have chicken and biscuits and a selection of exotic kush, provided by the Poon Guinean embassy. Let's toke from the peace pipe and gorge ourselves on Popeyes golden crispy, eh? Whattya say? Vote for Hitlery?!
Zach Davis: Kicking things off tonight with some six-way action for your eyes to feast upon!
Gravedigger: Could be a spectacle, could be a debacle, you never know with rookies!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa now! Last week we had an epic battle royal with a few people really impressing. The exact same thing could happen this week!
Kyle Steel grabs his microphone ready to make the final of the introductions as August Frost, Maddox, Imaginary, and Demis Polymeros dotted around the ring, performing various stretches and taunts.
'Night of the Living Dead' hits on the PA system and Sythe appears, instinctively raising the peace sign to the crowd, who give very little response.
Gravedigger: These fans came here for war, not peace. He can take that pacifist bullshit and shove it up his ass!
Zach Davis: He does have one fan cheering his name.
Gravedigger: I have it on good authority that that guy is an alcoholic. Throw me some Jack Daniels, I'll give you a little cheer too!
Kyle Steel: Hailing from San Bernardino, California, the man known state-wide as SCI-THE.
Sythe wanders over and whispers something in Kyle Steel's ear, he moves the microphone back to his lips.
Kyle Steel: I have been corrected. Ladies and Gentleman, introducing, the man known as SKY-TH.
Sythe wanders back to the referee, but he's too late to do anything about it, everyone has moved on.
“I'm just a thorn in your side!”
Walking down the aisle in a Karlsson 65 Ottawa Senators jersey and waving a big Ottawa Senators flag, Randall Kash freely represents Ottawa, to a furious Montreal Crowd.
Gravedigger: The Hockey references run deep in this one!
Kyle Steel: And now, introducing the final competitor. Standing at six feet, four inches, weighing in at 253 pounds, the self-styled 'Bipolar Badass', Randall Kash!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! This kid is huge, and he's tearing up signs. He just tore up a Sythe sign!
Zach Davis: Oh-ho, Skive doesn't look very happy.
Gravedigger: He's not happy? I'm not happy! How can I commentate and not know the pronunciation of his god damn name?
Zach Davis: Well it's quite easy to say.
Gravedigger: Is it? Is it really? Sounds like hard work to me, but I'm a professional so I guess I'll carry on during amateur hour over here. Damn Kyle Steel should do a better job!
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.
DING! DING! DING!
Everyone sizes up everyone, planning their first moves, but it is August Frost who makes the first advance, looking to tie up with Imaginary.
Gravedigger: Course he picks the smallest guy first. Why not Demis? The man is a god damn mountain!
Demis stands aside, as too does Randall, allowing Imaginary, August, Maddox and Sythe to exchange kicks, punches, a couple of slaps, some chops, a suplex or two, and a heart-stopping high kick that sends August crashing to the ground. Maddox gets the better of his exchanges, utilising his sheer strength and brutal power to sap the life from both Imaginary and Sythe.
Zach Davis: Well that ain't very good. Demis and Randall are just watching from the sides.
Gravedigger: Just biding their time, that Greek behemoth will run riot in here soon enough, of that I have no doubt.
Freddy Whoa: I'm with GD on this one.
Randall is the first of the two to get involved in the frenzy, laying Frost and the equally-equipped heap-of-muscle Maddox out with clotheslines, tossing Sythe over the top rope, his body landing awkwardly on the outside. Demis looks to take advantage and hits a big boot on Randall from behind, but Imaginary flies off the top rope with a body press.
Zach Davis: Brilliant high-flying action already, or did I imagine that?
Crash! Imaginary is up again, launching spring-board chops to the heavily armored chest of Mr. Kash, unloading a series of kicks that still are unable to take the big man down. A variant on a shining wizard brings Randall to one knee.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! He looks like he's rocking! Imaginary has got some fight in him.
Zach Davis: And a whole lot of heart!
Gravedigger: You boys might want to not get ahead of yourself.
Temporarily distracted by Frost and Maddox brawling outside, Imaginary takes his time to look for a second shining wizard and gets caught by the throat!
Gravedigger: Oh it's show time now!
Randall rises to his feet, towering over the five foot six inch frame of Imaginary. You had to believe he wished he was right now, as he got spun around, lifted in to the air, and driven down hard with a variant on the Steiner Screwdriver.
Gravedigger: ...and Done!
The referee makes the count...
Imaginary is eliminated!
Freddy Whoa: And we have our first elimination!
Zach Davis: And it looks like maddox might try and take out Skive.
Maddox has taken over from August Frost on the outside, utilising the steel steps to leave Sythe rolling around on the floor. He absolutely launched him in to them. Lifting him back in to the ring, Maddox follows in and looks for the pin fall on the heavily weakened Sythe.
Gravedigger: Chive kicks out! There might be more to this kid yet!
Maddox looked to waste no time in following up on his assault, but found his face making contact with the size sixteen boot of Demis Polymeros. Demis then looks at the two fallen men in the ring, as Randall beats down on August Frost on the outside, who really can't catch a break at the moment. Demis decides that Sythe is the weaker of the two and hauls him to his feet before dropping him down again with a Snap Scoop Powerslam. The pin attempt follows...
Sythe is eliminated!
Gravedigger: Maybe I spoke too soon.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Shiva is out of here!
Zach Davis: We're down to four men, and the more eliminations we see, the more that the six feet eleven inch Greek Colossus standing before us will see his chance to get a very important debut victory in WCF.
Seeing his opportunity, Maddox escapes from the clutches of the hungry giant, and decides to work with either August Frost or Randall Kash in order to take down the Mediterranean Monstrosity and then capitalise on their mistakes; you can never trust people in these matches. Unfortunately for him, Kash decides to nearly remove his head from his body with a huge clothesline, and then plant him on the ring apron with a guillotine, before finally rolling him back in to the ring to await his fate.
Zach Davis: It looks like Kash is feeding the beast in the ring, must be some kind of tactic being employed here.
Freddy Whoa: I don't like those odds for Maddox and Frost if these guys are working together.
Gravedigger: That may be the way of these multi-man matches...sometimes your opponents will team up against you...but it will never last.
Zach Davis: Exactly. Only one of these men can win.
Gravedigger: You call that a man? I call that a walking battalion.
Zach Davis: And what would you call Maddox?
Gravedigger: An anti-aircraft weapon.
The 'walking battalion' impressively lifts Maddox up and readies him for the 'Stone Throw', but he gets cut off by a huge lariat from Randall!
Zach Davis: It worked!
Demis shakes off the hit, wobbling his head, and pulling himself back to his feet with careful methodical machination.
Zach Davis: Damn, maybe I spoke too soon.
Gravedigger: Nevermind that, Maddox with the high-angled DDT on Kash!
Zach Davis: It won't be that easy.
August Frost looks to get himself back involved in the action, but no sooner is he actively in the ring, is he back down, laying in a heap on the canvas. Maddox dodges around Randall in the corner, with Kash unable to land any solid blows. Frost is not quite so lucky, as he gets his bearings and finds himself being stretched backwards with a Camel Clutch.
Freddy Whoa: Camel Clutch! Camel Clutch!
Zach Davis: He's got it locked in tight, and he's too far away from the ropes.
Gravedigger: Thanks for coming August Frost, but it looks like the thaw is here early this year.
Zach Davis: And he taps out!
August Frost is Eliminated!
Maddox is continuing to be a crafty dodge viper, escaping heavy blow after heavy blow, slowing the big man down. Realising he can go toe-to-toe with him is one thing, but winning without threat of losing yourself seemed to be the tactic of the day. The big(ger) man – the Titan of Thessaloniki – saw no such methodology, and just saw his chance to take out his biggest threat in the match. Kicking Maddox in the face, he leaves him with a severely burst lip and lacerations on his face. Maddox staggers, but he throws back, unwilling to give an inch.
The two trade blows, but Demis goes for the kick to the knee, and then plants him with a running boot and puts him down on his ass. Demis then immediately turns around to a big right hand!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Kash landed that one!
Gravedigger: Sure, but what damage did it do?
Another big right hand comes Demis' way, but he reaches out a hand and grabs it from mid-air, crushing it within his own, displaying himself as the unique force of Nature he truly was. A left hand comes from nowhere and connects, but it doesn't even phase the Grecian.
Gravedigger: We might have just found our next big thing.
Zach Davis: …
Zach Davis: Terrible.
Demis continues his relentless pursuit of destruction and drops Kash hard with a spine-on-the-pine Spinebuster, but the cover only gets him a quick two count.
Seizing his moment, Maddox re-appears and looks for more offense, from the second-rope, but he just winds Polymeros with a solid kick to the Solar Plexus, Demis doubles over as he tries to grab for Maddox, but he misses and hurts himself more in the process. Maddox looks for the kick to the head but doesn't hit him cleanly, but the second attempt works.
Zach Davis: Looks like Maddox is pulling out all the stops, maybe Demis isn't the Leviathon before us isn't everything we thought he might be. A few more kicks and he could be knocked unconscious.
Freddy Whoa: Or worse.
Gravedigger: The only thing this animal will have to endure is success. He's impressed me here tonight.
Zach Davis: Oh no...
Maddox gets caught by a big arm of Demis, and the second comes around to meet it, locking him in a bear-hug of epic proportions. Maddox looks to fight it initially, trying to use his hugely muscled arms. He can't break the lock though, and agonizingly cries out for some divine aid, only to find none. Instead he found himself sinking deeper and deeper in to the darkened abyss.
Gravedigger: Looks like it's Maddox that might be going to sleep here tonight!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Out of absolutely nowhere, a Randall Kash delivered superkick knocks the spit flying out of the Grecian's mouth, forcing a glazed over look on his face. Kash wastes no time at all and makes the cover.
Demis Polymeros is Eliminated!
Zach Davis: Impossible! Mr. Morgue over here was wrong?
Gravedigger: Hey, I said he impressed me, but so did that super kick. He just kicked his height, and then some!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa.
Kash looks absolutely delighted with himself, but he gets carried away and the tactically sly Maddox is back on him again. Maddox unloads some heavy forearms on Kash, going toe-to-toe with strike after strike leaving their mark. Kash struggles to keep up with the onslaught and becomes sluggish once more, unable to throw punches with anywhere near the same ferocity or velocity.
Zach Davis: He's wobbly on his feet!
Gravedigger: Maddox is reeling him in.
And he was.
Maddox nailed Kash with a few right hands, a left hand, and knocked him on his ass with a clothesline from purgatory, leaving Kash in a limbo-esque trance-state. Maddox calls for it, and hits his finishing move!
Zach Davis: That's got to be all she wrote.
Randall Kash is eliminated!
Gravedigger: We broke in four up-and-comers last week who are looking to bright futures in the WCF, and it looks like he just found one more.
Zach Davis: Maddox was seriously impressive here.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match, Maddox!
The jumbtron within the arenas comes to life. The audience immediately create a chorus of boos upon seeing who is on the screen; Logan. He appears to be standing curbside of a lovely hotel with the camera on him. He has a microphone in his hand.
Logan: Hello garbage, or otherwise known as the audience. How we doing tonight? Good? Bad? SHUT UP!
A limo pulls up near Logan.
Logan: Right on time. Well, as you can see, Mayhem isn’t a big fan of showing up to work on time, so we’ve decided to pick him up for ourselves just to make sure he is not late for his trip to Connector City. Hate to miss out on that one wouldn’t he.
Mayhem pushes through the front doors of the hotel carrying a few bags over his shoulder, not quite noticing Logan.
Logan: Here he is now. Mayhem!
The Face of Treachery rushes over to Mayhem’s side.
Logan: Mr. Mayhem, your thoughts on tonight’s show? How long do you think you will last against Logan?
He shoves the microphone near Mayhem’s surprised face.
Logan: No comment. Okay. Are you even excited to have your ass kicked tonight?
Marc Mayhem: The only excitement that will come for me is when I hear the sound of your neck snapping.
This causes Logan to nervously laugh a bit, along with adjusting his shirt collar.
Logan: On a scale of one to ten, how big of a piece of shit do you think you are –
He’s had enough. Mayhem grabs Logan by the hair with one hand and sends him backpedaling with the other hand, nailing him in the forehead.
Logan: Easy buddy.
Mr. WCF backs away from Mayhem as quickly as he can.
Logan: This is an interview!
Mayhem chases Logan around the limo while he runs from Mayhem talking into the microphone.
Logan: When you’re not busy losing week after week, what do you with your spare time? We both know it isn’t training for a match –
Mayhem catches up with Logan and jabs an elbow into the back of his skull forcing Logan to stumble into a fall and drop the microphone. Logan scrambles after the microphone with Mayhem right behind him. He manages to pick it up and grab onto it, but is unable to escape Mayhem; Mayhem grabs Logan by the collar of his leather jacket and tosses him back first into the side of the limo. Logan cringes, but quickly regains enough composure to speak into the microphone.
Logan: You know, thi –
The last punch by Mayhem dazed Logan enough to shut him up. Mayhem got a handful of Logan’s hair and slammed his snout into the limos roof, and then yanked him over near the trunk, which was already opened. Shoving Logan inside the trunk, Mayhem hurried over to his luggage, and threw that into the limos trunk space on top of Logan who produced an ‘oof’. Just before Mayhem could close the trunk, Logan’s hand reached out, grabbing Mayhem by the chest of his shirt and pulling him inside. The trunk lid closed and the back of the limo shook. The driver of the limo, Tommy, stepped out and observed the commotion coming from within the trunk. It was his job to get Mayhem to Slam. He would not fail him.
Tommy: Screw it.
The driver hopped back in his seat and headed the limo towards Slam.
Gravedigger: This footage you have just seen was recorded sometime earlier today. No update yet on what happened to those two.
Zach Davis: Actually just getting word now that a limo has arrived outside the arena.
The tron switches to a very familiar site. A limo pulls curbside, the driver steps out with a red carpet and rolls it over the sidewalk.
Zach Davis: Have they made up? HOTDOG KINGS BACK HERE ON SLAM?! MUSTARD 3: 16! OH MUAH GAWD!
Freddy Whoa: Davis, whoa. We just seen these cats duking it out in the trunk of a limo.
Zach Davis: I’M HOLDING OUT HOPE!
Gravedigger: Guy loves his Hotdog Kings doesn’t he, cookie?
Freddy Whoa: Cookie?!
The driver pops the trunk open and out spills Mayhem and Logan. The pair hit the cement, exchanging punches back and forth, fighting their way up the red carpet and into the Slam arena.
Zach Davis: HOTDOG KINGS HAVE ARRIVED! THEY’RE FIGHTING BUT THEY’RE HERE! BUAH GAWD. SLAM JUST GOT HOT AND HEAVY!
Freddy Whoa: …
Zach Davis: AND SWEATY!
Zach Davis: And for our next bout, we have Snapz coming out to take on a returning Mod Deuce...
Gravedigger: Isn't that the big, stupid guy who hangs out with Gonzo?
Freddy Whoa: I remember that guy. I don't know if Snapz is ready for a guy like Mod. Last, and only, match this guy has won was back during Explosion...
Gravedigger: And I'll be pulling for him this time. Gotta love an underdog!
"Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor begins to play, as Snapz makes his way into the arena. He looks as if he's going to interact with the fans, but continues to veer away from them, a smirk on his face as he does so. Kyle Steel speaks...
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He weighs in at 205 pounds. He is SNAPZ!!!
Once he gets into the ring, he raises his fist, then brings it down, as a singular pyro blast is heard throughout the arena.
Zach Davis: Snapz looking quite ready for tonight. If he's worried in any way about Mod Deuce, he's not letting anybody in on that bit of news.
Gravedigger: All the crap about Mod might be just talk, and smart move on Snapz' behalf to recognize that...
"Big Gun" by AC/DC as Mod comes out onto the stage and raises his wrench overhead, as the crowd wildly erupts at the sight of a former fan favorite. As he does this, red, white, and blue fireworks erupt behind him with a definitive "BOOM". As the first verse starts, he runs down to the ring, wrench held high in his hand as he moves. Kyle Steel announces...
Kyle Steel: His opponent, weighing in at 391 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan, MOD DEUCE!!!
As he gets to the ring, he jumps up onto the ring apron while still in a sprint, grabbing the top rope and shaking it wildly, before pressing the rope down and stepping over the rope. After he gets over, he flips his wrench over his hands a few times, as he looks over at Snapz, who still has a poker face, as he looks on...
Freddy Whoa: Look at the two of them stare each other down! Neither man giving an inch mentally!
Mod moves into the center of the ring, as Snapz rushes forward slamming himself into Mod with fists. Mod takes a few shots, before shoving Snapz across the ring, knocking him down in the process. Snapz gets to his feet, and shakes off the toss. He rushes forward again, this time meeting Mod's foot, as he crashes down in the middle of the ring. Mod then drops an elbow on top of Snapz, as he stays down on top of Snapz for the first pinfall attempt of the match...
Freddy Whoa: A quick one-count for Mod, but its still early in the match.
Zach Davis: Snapz already struggling against the size disadvantage already, with Mod making the first pinfall attempt.
Gravedigger: Give him some time, and he'll figure out the giant.
Mod gets to his feet, dragging Snapz up with him, before hitting a hip toss and a leg drop on Snapz, again going for another pinfall...
Zach Davis: Its pretty clear Mod is trying like hell to put Snapz away early!
Freddy Whoa: A two-count registered this time. And Snapz has yet to put together any type of offense that can derail Mod Deuce...
Mod once again goes to pick up Snapz, who hits a low blow on Mod, before scoring a Samoan drop on Mod Deuce! The fans are in shock, as the arena goes silent after the slam. Snapz goes for a pinfall of his own, but it is broken up before the referee could register a count. Snapz doesn't care, as he continues to pound on a downed Mod Deuce, before taking the arm of Mod, and wringing it out in an attempt to keep Mod grounded...
Gravedigger: See? Now he's in control. Let's see what he does...
Snapz continues to hold on to the arm, as he uses his feet to stomp away at the side and legs of Mod. Mod continues to try and regain his vertical position, but is continuously hammered down upon by Snapz, keeping him in a kneeling position. Snapz then lets go of Mod, as he hits the ropes. Snapz connects with a crossbody block that knocks Mod horizontal once again, as he tries for another pinfall...
Zach Davis: Yet another pinfall attempt by Snapz, as he continues to whittle away at Mod!
Gravedigger: So much for all that training in Japan! THIS IS 'MURICA, MOD!
Snapz goes to grab the arm of Mod once again, but is instead struck with a headbutt, courtesy of Mod, that sends Snapz into the ropes. Mod grabs Snapz from behind, and executes a release German Suplex that easily launches Snapz back into the middle of the ring. Mod then stands over the fallen Snapz, and drops a knee into the torso of Snapz, driving the air out of his lungs, as he struggles in the middle of the ring. Mod holds down on Snapz, as the referee falls into position, and slaps the mat...
Mod lifts his knee off of Snapz, and promptly drops it back on top of him. The referee again slaps the mat, but Mod once again lifts himself off of Snapz. Mod then jumps up, and hits a legdrop on Snapz, before rolling over for the pinfall attempt...
Zach Davis: I'll give Snapz credit, he's not giving up!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, but at this point, is it even worth trying to fight Mod? I'd be thinking about survival, at this point!
Mod gets to his feet, as he drags Snapz up with him and sets him up between his legs. Mod then hoists Snapz up over his head with the intention of hitting The Complete Overhaul, before Snapz claps his hands over the ears of Mod. Snapz slides out of the hold, as he comes down with a Whirlwind DDT on Mod! Snapz goes for the cover...
Zach Davis: And Mod just LIFTS Snapz right off of him, and tosses him!
Freddy Whoa: What POWAH, right there!!!
Gravedigger: Mod just proved he has nothing inside of his head. Otherwise, Snapz would be the winner, and this match would be over. Maybe he's too stupid to feel pain...
Mod regains his feet, as does Snapz, who square off once again in the middle of the ring. Mod goes for a grapple, only for Snapz to begin stick and move tactics, as he continues to hit Mod with punches and kicks. This finally infuriates Mod, who grabs a hold of Snapz and Irish whips him into a corner, before slamming into the corner with a full-force Avalanche. Mod backs off, as Snapz falls to the ground. Mod then plants a foot on his chest, as the referee counts...
Freddy Whoa: Rope break, but I don't know if this is really a wise decision on Snapz' part.
Zach Davis: I'm inclined to agree.
Gravedigger: And that is why neither of you are wrestlers. It ain't over till it's over!
Mod drags the body of Snapz out into the middle of the ring, as Snapz remains unresponsive. Mod then slams a few knees into the midsection of Snapz, before finding a turnbuckle to climb. The fans start to make noise, as Mod finds himself on the top of a turnbuckle...
Zach Davis: Oh, no! Please don't tell me...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! AIR MOD!!!
Mod Deuce launches himself from the turnbuckles, and...
Gravedigger: CRUSHING DEFEAT!
Zach Davis: ONE! TWO!
Freddy Whoa: Mod Deuce wins it!
A white Cadilac Escalade pulls into the parking garage behind a black limousine. A big black man gets out of the driver side door. His arms defined through his suit jacket and he walks over to the rear right passenger door and opens it up. A man with salt and pepper hair gets out of the limo.
Jacob Kilconey: See that all the boxes are taken to our dressing room. Then, let everyone know I’m here.
Marcus Stone: Yes, boss.
Jacob Kilconey makes his way to his dressing room as Stone gets a WCF employee.
Marcus Stone: Get the boxes out of the Escalade and send them to Mr. Kilconey’s dressing room.
WCF Staff Member: Who is Mr. Kilconey?
Marcus Stone: He’ll be in Q-Ball’s dressing room.
WCF Staff Member: Okay. I’ll take care of it. What is in these boxes?
Marcus Stone: Just do it.
The WCF staff member walks off and gets a few guys together. Not recognizing him, he goes over to Florian Stark.
WCF Staff Member: Hey, we need to get these boxes out of the Escalade. You need to get in staff uniform. What do you think this is? A gym? Give us a hand with these boxes.
Florian Stark: I-
WCF Staff Member: Get to it, man!
Florian Stark looks at the staff member that doesn’t recognize who he is. He’s mad, but just decides to go ahead and help with the boxes anyway without saying another word.
Kyle Steel: The follow contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall…
The lights go out. The sound of wind can be heard over the PA system.
Gravedigger: And here comes Dark Prince with his amazing entrance…
Zach Davis: It’s not that bad ‘Digger.
Freddy Whoa: It matters not cause we are getting ready for Caraid vs Dark Prince/Q-Ball numbah two!
Zach Davis: That’s right the two teams have faced off before with Dark Prince and Q-Ball picking up the victory. Surely tonight Caraid is looking to avenge that loss.
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. He pays no attention to any of the fans as they watch 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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first…from the deepest pits of your worst nightmare…THE DARK PRINCE!!!
Freddy Whoa: Fans really don’t like this cat! Especially after he and Q-Ball has formed The Movement with Grime along with mysterious susperstar Mystic and the bruiser Maddox.
Zach Davis: And don’t forget to mention the Dark Riders Gang lead by Thomas Uriel Bates, consisting of Caraid, Mikey eXtreme, Danny Anderson, and newest addition Jackson “The Fenix” White.
Gravedigger: Meh DRG is just a cheap imitation of the MS-13.
Freddy Whoa: I would love to see you leave the announce table to go and prove that ‘Digger.
The music finally stops as you hear "Give me the night" by Dragonforce beginning to play. At the pause pyros ignite. The fans begin to cheer.
Zach Davis: Heh this reaction is surprising, the fans have more of a mixed reaction as Q-Ball begins to make his entrance.
Freddy Whoa: It’s gotta be because of Grime, the bringer of the Anti-WCF movement and now leader of a stable with a lot of promising newcomers. It’s a crazy time to be in WCF rite now! Whoa!
Gravedigger: Don’t forget Dark Prince tried attacking Q-Ball with a chair weeks ago…
As the explosions stop Q-Ball runs out from behind the curtain. The fans getting louder. Q-Ball holds that sycamore cane wrapped in razor-wire above his head in his left hand.
Kyle Steel: And his partner…from Denver, Colorado. Weighing in at 255 pounds. The Master of Hardcore! Q-BALLLLLL!!!
The fans cheer a little more as Q-Ball makes his way to the ring giving fives to fans first on his right side and changing hands with the sycamore cane to give the fans on his left fives as well. He gets to the ring, placing the cane in the wooden box placed by the steel steps and slides into the ring. He jumps up onto the middle turnbuckle, then points out to the fans, then to himself mouthing gratitude. He jumps back down, and claps hands with The Dark Prince. The Dark Prince stands center ring as the two of them just wait for their opponents.
Zach Davis: Q-Ball and Dark Prince are teaming under different circumstances now, they are now members of Grime’s Movement.
Freddy Whoa: They were tense teaming with each other their first match, and I wonder if they will be able to work togetha mo’ cohesively.
Loud Harley-Davidson motorcycle engine sounds blare through the speakers, slowly fading into "Stranglehold" by Ted Nugent. Charlie and Connor enter the stage and make their way down the ramp, their eyes focused on their opponents.
Zach Davis: And here comes Caraid!
The crowd pops.
Gravedigger: I don’t know why the crowd is cheering for these guys? They are cowards who attack people from behind. Bobby Cairo was recently a victim as these bullies roam backstage…
Kyle Steel: And their opponents! At a combined weight of 348 pounds. Konstantin “Connor” Noskov and Charlie Anderson! CARAID!!!
As they get to ringside, Charlie walks up the steps and climbs through the ropes, Conner follows. Conner and Charlie stare down their opponents as they wait for the referee to send one to the corner. Connor however acts like he’s about to go after Dark Prince who turns to face both men. He focuses on Connor and starts stepping forward, but the referee gets between them.
Freddy Whoa: Certainly no love lost between these two teams…feel the harsh vibes…
Zach Davis: The air is stiff… Also Gravedigger I have to mention that it has not been proven that the Dark Riders Gang were indeed the ones who attacked Bobby Cairo last week before his World title defense against President Thomas Uriel Bates.
The referee starts trying to get some sort of control early as tells Q-Ball and Dark Prince and Caraid to have one start the match. No one moves. Q-Ball comes up beside Dark Prince and motions that he wants to start the match. The Dark Prince looks at him for a minute, then back at their opponents and slowly moves toward the corner and takes off his black robe.
Zach Davis: Both teams have recently made their debuts as part of the latest wave of competition has swept over the World Championship Federation.
Freddy Whoa: And both teams have had a pretty decent start each having won a few matches and losing some. The mo’ interesting fact is that we have entered the times of what could be called the Stable Wars. We have Pantheon, Vapor Kings, Chrono-Rippers, The Sentinels, The Dark Riders Gang, The Movement, and even The New Freebirds.
Zach Davis: It’s certainly an exciting time here in WCF!
Gravedigger: OK enough talking Charlie is heading over to the corner. Dark Prince and Connor are going to start the match.
The referee calls for the bell and match begins.
DING! DING! DING!
Dark Prince and Connor lock up. Dark Prince slaps on a side head lock. Connor wiggles out and twists Dark Prince’s arm behind his back.
Dark Prince with a hard elbow to Connor’s jaw.
Gravedigger: It’s a good thing Connor can’t speak, after a shot like that he wouldn’t be able to haha!
Connor releases the hold and grabs his jaw. He wipes his lip and then smiles.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Dark Prince and Connor start slugging it out. Right hooks, left hooks, jabs, and a few headbutts here and there.
Zach Davis: These two guys are beating the unholy hell out of each other!
The crowd cheers.
Connor with a huge Uppercut catching Dark Prince square under the chin.
Zach Davis: Dang! Connor just rocked Dark Prince with a nasty uppercut!
Freddy Whoa: But look Dark Prince returns fire!
Dark Prince with a swift Knife edge chop across Connor’s chest.
Gravedigger: Oooh I felt that from way over here!
Dark Prince takes Connor down with a Running Clothesline. Connor is quick to his feet but Dark Prince delivers another.
Zach Davis: Reverse Atomic Drop! Dark Prince nails Connor in the nads!
Gravedigger: That’ll slow down any man, I don’t care how tough you are. If it doesn’t you have a mangina…
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
The Dark Prince hits Connor with a couple forearm shots to the side of the head. The latter connecting much harder than the first.
Zach Davis: The Dark Prince is building up steam!
Connor staggers toward the center of the ropes opposite of Charlie who begins clapping his hands urging Connor to make the tag. Dark Prince throws Connor into the ropes and backs up just a step creating some distance between the two.
Dark Prince delivers a hard knife edge chop.
Zach Davis: DDT! Dark Prince connects with a DDT driving Connors head hard into the canvas.
Freddy: And he follows through with a cover!
Gravedigger: Prince trying to end this one premature…heh heh premature…
Dark Prince snarls at the referee as he pushes himself off Connor and grabs Connor by the head pulling him to his feet. Dark Prince then attempts an Irish whip. As Connor hits the ropes on the opposite side he reaches for the already stretched out hand of Charlie.
Zach Davis: Tag is made! Great team work between Connor and Charlie, Charlie knew Connor would be going for a quick tag!
Freddy Whoa: Good communication between the two considering Connor can’t speak.
Charlie enters the ring in a flurry.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Charlie fires off a couple of Jabs, a Cross, and finishes the combination with a hard right hook. Dark Prince has a dazed look on his face as he staggers towards his corner where Q-Ball is itching to get into the match.
Gravedigger: Dark Prince better make the tag or Caraid is going to take this round!
Dark Prince out of nowhere with a kick out spike DDT!
Zach Davis: Dark Prince creating some separation as he heads for his partner Q.
Freddy Whoa: TAG! Here comes Q-Ball!
Q-Ball ducks a clothesline attempt from Charlie.
Q-Ball ducks another!
Q-Ball flips Charlie on the mat using Charlie’s own momentum with a Snap Powerslam.
Zach Davis: And now Q-Ball with the cover.
Freddy Whoa: And Charlie kicks out! Connor and Charlie have absorbed a good bit of damage in this match but keep hangin’ in der!
Q-Ball pulls Charlie to his feet. Q-Ball pushes Charlie’s head underneath his right arm setting up for a Spike DDT.
Charlie reverses with a back body drop breaking free.
Zach Davis: Charlie able to get to Connor for a tag!
Freddy Whoa: And here he comes! Look how amped up he is! Whoa!
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Connor with a few Hammer punches stunning Q-Ball.
Q-Ball with a huge right hand!
Connor answers with a Headbutt.
Connor Irish whips Q-Ball into the ropes.
Q-Ball sweeps Connor off his feet with a Running STO!
Zach Davis: Q-Ball makes the tag!
Freddy Whoa: And look in Dark Prince’s eyes, he’s coming in for the kill.
Gravedigger: About time, this match has bored me damn near to death!
Dark Prince stalks Connor who is stumbling back up to his feet.
Dark Prince grabs Connor from behind and whispers into his ear.
Zach Davis: It’s about to be over! Prince is setting up the Everlasting Torment!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Reversal!
Connor reverses with a stiff elbow strike as Dark Prince had him lifted in the electric chair position.
Connor goes for a clothesline.
Dark Prince drives Connor face first into the bottom turnbuckle with a Reverse STO!
Dark Prince goes for and connects Everlasting Torment this time and covers.
Charlie hits the ring but is stopped by Q-Ball.
Zach Davis: Ball in the Pocket! Q-Ball hits his finisher on Charlie!
DING DING DING!!!
Kyle Steel: Winners of this match by pinfall! THE DARK PRINCE!!! AND Q-BALLLL!!!
Zach Davis: And it’s over! Dark Prince and Q-Ball have defeated Caraid once again. The Movement continues!
Freddy Whoa: What a match! Whoa great effort from e’r body!
Gravedigger: Aside from Caraid of course…since you know…they lost…again…
“Lucifer in Starlight” by Powerwolf begins to play over the PA system. Q-Ball and Dark Prince stare at a chair for a moment teasing the crowd of repeat events but they clasp hands and have their arms raised together, Dark Prince and Q-Ball then slide out of the ring and make their way to the back.
We cut backstage to find Joey Flash arrive back at what once was his locker room. Since his absence however the name on his door has been scribbled out with a thick purple maker, written in its place is "Katherine and Joeys Sex Dungeon". Joey appears to be furious as he pushes open the door not knowing what awaits him inside.
Joey Flash: Oh for fucks sake. Not the physcho bitch again.
Joey finally steps inside the room to find that it has been transformed quite well. The lights in the room have all been replaced with purple ones, giving the room a nice purple glow and chains and other bandage gear have been attached to the wall and other parts of the room. In the middle of all this sits Katherine Phoenix wearing literally nothing but a Joey Flash top which she has cut down the middle to reveal her cleavage. She has her feet up on the leather sofa she is sat on and grins brightly at Joey as she watches his response to what she has done.
Katherine Phoenix: Heyyyyyy hunnyyyyyy! Do you love what I've done to the room? I figured I'd do something nice for you babe because tonight we get to have some good quality time together! Are you super excited for that? Katherine and Joey! The world's greatest team! Much better than your lame little Vapor Kings group, right? What you were thinking getting involved with THAT I will never know. Oh by the way your... Errrrrr... Fiance? called. I made sure to tell her that you were a little tied up at the moment enjoying some good quality time with your Lil Kathy. I didn't know if she was aware of us or not...
Joey stares aghast at Katherine for a moment, gestures a 'I'm done' movement with his hands and turns to leave.
Joey Flash: Get it fucking cleaned.
He slams the door shut on Katherine as she looks up with tears in her eyes.
Katherine Phoenix: All this work and he just responds to it like that? Well I'm not ready to give up on us quite yet, Joey! You may walk away today... but I GUARENTEE next week you will be ALL mine. And only mine! It's about time I put an end to this playing hard to get nonsense and realize that at the end of the day, one way or another... I ALWAYS get what I want!
Katherine turns around in the chair wiping several tears away from her face as the cameras cut away.
Zach Davis: Up next have we have Florian Stark in action. He must have impressed or angered Seth Lerch last week as this week he's facing three men
Freddy Whoa: You got that completely wrong. The Ironman of wrestling isn't in action the team of Wicked Biowalker is in action! The favorites for the king of trios tournament are going to kill it tonight!
Gravedigger: I didn't hit you so what are you talking about?
Freddy Whoa: Jimmy Wicked gave me a 6 pack if I would hype his new team up!
Gravedigger: You're so cheap!
Freddy Whoa: What would it take to bribe you?
Gravedigger: Someone beats up Logan and Lilith after that hot dog stunt last week I'd sing their praises all night. I'm not singing any of these guys praises though.
Zach Davis: You're in a bad mood.
Gravedigger: I got poisoned last week Zach! You'd be in a bad mood too!
Go With the Flow by Queens of the Stone Age plays as Florian Stark walks towards the ring with little fanfare. He enters the ring and gives the fans a thumb up who reward him with a very small cheer.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That was an exciting entrance!
Zach Davis: So he's focused on the match. That's a smart move for the newcomer. Take care of business than celebrate later.
Gravedigger: IF he can take care of business.
Tom Sawyer by Rush starts to play and at the very same time I Like To Move It by Reel To Reel begins as does Breakdown by Biohazard creating the world's strangest mash up song perhaps. Jimmy Wicked, Biohazard, and Tyler Walker all rush towards the ring getting a massive cult favorite pop from the crowd.
Zach Davis: My ears! That is one painful entrance theme!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! That shows great teamwork!
Gravedigger: Don't make me hurt your kiss up ass Freddy.
The bell rings as Jimmy Wicked and Biohazard both charge Florian Stark at the same time but he gets the drop on them catching their double clothesline attempt and applying a double wristlock before flipping both of them over. However this leads to a Tyler Walker big boot to the face! All three men begin to stomp away on the downed newcomer as referee Kraig Klueless tries to restore order.
Zach Davis: C'mon ref! This might be a three on one match but not all three at the same time! Florian Stark isn't going to have a chance if it stays like this!
The referee finally gets Tyler Walker out as Biohazard and Jimmy Wicked hit a double flapjack on Stark. Wicked finally leaves as Biohazard goes to the top rope and flies off with a frog splash! It connects! Biohazard makes the pin!
Gravedigger: That fool ref finally noticed Stark had the shoulder up and waves off the pin. Biohazard now threatening to ooze the ref! I hope he does!
Biohazard does indeed spit the ooze at the ref but he telegraphed it so much the ref was easily able to get out of the way and the ooze hits the top turnbuckle instead which of course causes it to sizzle as the ooze eats through the padding! However this allows Florian to jump onto the back of Biohazard with a sleeper hold! The former television champion drops to a knee as Tyler Walker sneaks in from behind and rakes his eyes.
Freddy Whoa: Great teamwork!
Zach Davis: Teamwork? All they have done is cheat.
Gravedigger: Not cheating if you get away with it.
Biohazard makes the tag out to Tyler Walker and he lifts up Florian into a heart attack position as Biohazard bounces off of the ropes and connects with a dropkick. Tyler makes the cover but the referee doesn't count as Tyler appears to be doing push ups while trying to make the pin. Tyler gets up and Irish whips Stark to the corner then lets out a howl! The Space Werewolf charges in but connects with nothing but turnbuckle as Florian rolls him up from behind.
broken up by Jimmy Wicked!
Florian quickly grabs Jimmy and snap suplexes him onto the downed Tyler Walker! Biohazard quickly comes in and gets hit with a vicious belly to belly suplex on top of his two partners! Stark bounces off of the ropes and connects with a big splash onto all three of his opponents! He makes the pin trying to pin all three of his opponents at once!
triple kick out!
Zach Davis: You had to think that wasn't going to work. But give it to Stark. He's taking it to all three members of Wicked Biowalker!
Florian pulls up Jimmy Wicked and Biohazard slams their heads together then double clotheslines them over the top rope! He turns his attention back to Tyler Walker but the Space Werewolf spears him down! Tyler then gets a running start and connects with a punt kick right to the head of Stark! He backs off going for the three point stance clothesline but Florian drops down causing Walker to go through the ropes to the arena floor! Jimmy Wicked immediately runs in and starts to choke Florian before he can recover.
Zach Davis: This is not legal at all!
Freddy Whoa: King of Trios is a lucha Libra inspired tournament. In Mexico you dump a man through the ropes his teammate can come on. Maybe that's the rules they are going by.
Gravedigger: I can't believe you know any rules Freddy.
Jimmy atomic drops Stark then connects with a running knee strike knocking down the newcomer. He Irish whips Stark to the corner then connects with the shining wizard following it up with the monkey flip out of the corner! Jimmy's Excellent Adventure leads to a pin!
and a half!
Zach Davis: Jimmy almost had him there.
Jimmy picks up Stark with a body slam. He then picks him up and does a vertical suplex. He climbs to the top rope, then motions for Tyler Walker and Biohazard to enter the ring. He is obviously going for the Splash Or Crash but it looks like he's getting his partners to help with the impact. Biowalker launch Jimmy off the top rope with an even higher angle version of Jimmy's Superfly Mullet Splash but Starks rolls out of the way!
Gravedigger: What are those idiots doing? They just eliminated their own teammate! Jimmy Wicked is down on the mat and not moving at all!
Florian Starks makes a cover.
broken up by both members of Biowalker!
Tyler Walker grabs Florian in a full nelson and Biohazard climbs to the top rope launching off with a clothesline but Florian does a standing switch reversing Walker into his own full nelson and causing Biohazard to take out his own partner with a clothesline into a full nelson suplex! Biohazard goes for a rana attempt but Stark counters this with a perfect powerbomb! Tyler Walker staggers up but he gets taken down with a backbreaker! Florian looks around expecting someone to hit him from behind and sees both Biohazard and Jimmy Wicked getting up both looking stunned. Florian ducks his head and grabs both men in position for twin northern lights suplexes!
Zach Davis: What an impressive move this is going to be for the newcomer! Florian well on his way to his first victory in the WCF!
Florian lifts both men up and even manages to connect with the northern lights on Biohazard but Wicked slips out of his grip. Jimmy dropkicks Florian head first into the corner. Florian lands on the mat in a heap and isn't moving.
Gravedigger: What the hell? How did that knock him out?
Freddy Whoa: Because Jimmy dropkicked him right into the exposed metal buckle because the ooze ate through the padding! Brilliant move!
Zach Davis: You know who you're talking about right? That was lucky.
Gravedigger: I agree with Zach for once.
Jimmy and Biowalker are all up now and Tyler lifts up Stark into the Tyler's Touch his torture rack as Jimmy Wicked and Biohazard each perch on opposite turnbuckle. They each jump off with a Dropkick aimed at Stark's head!
Freddy Whoa: NO! BIOHAZARD MISSES!
Biohazard accidentally overshoots because his high flying skills are so powerful and accidentally Dropkicks Wicked. Wicked flies out of the ring. Biohazard turns towards his partner Tyler but Biohazard is so ashamed with himself that he accidentally spits ooze into Tyler's face out of embarrassment. Tyler is blinded and Stark rolls him up from behind.
Kyle Steel: Your winner of the match, FLORIAN STARK!
Zach Davis: I can't believe it. What an upset! Florian Stark defeated three men!
Gravedigger: Only because Biohazard fucked it up for his teammates, as per usual.
Biohazard accidentally keeps spitting ooze on himself as he runs away, covering his face, embarrassed over his mistakes and ooze spasms.
The WCF Cameraman catches up with Thomas Uriel Bates as he storms through the hallway of the Arena et Maurice Richard. He reaches a door labelled “Vapor Kings” and pushes it open. Inside we find Natural “ICE” Beckman, Zombie McMorris, and Joey Flash.
Joey Flash: What the fuck?
Thomas Uriel Bates: Last week someone attacked Bobby Cairo and pinned the blame on my club. I know that you have issues with him, and I know the two of you are at war with each other. I don’t fucking care, I just want the truth!
Bates points his massive finger right in the face of Natural “ICE” Beckman as Joey Flash and Zombie McMorris watch on.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Did you have anything to do with it?
Joey Flash steps forward, arms up to calm the big guy down.
Joey Flash: It’s clearly fuckin GRIME!
Bates lowers his finger, and turns his eyes towards Flash.
Thomas Uriel Bates: I will get to the bottom of this. When I do, there will be blood. If you, or any of you Vapor Kings did this; then I will turn your whole world into chaos and you will drown in a sea of crimson.
Bates steps out of the room, leaving the Vapor Kings wondering just what exactly happened.
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Storytime" by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth whilst waiting for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: Here comes crazy.
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd. He floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
JOEY FLASH SUCKS!
JOEY FLASH SUCKS!
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.
Gravedigger: Not getting much love here tonight. Ungrateful bastards.
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. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head. He makes his way down the ramp as the digitized words "LOST BOYS" repeat from the speaker in succession. While his eyes remain focused on the ring, his face a mask of determination, he slaps the hand of the occasional fan which is outstretched to him. Upon reaching the ring, he slides in and unzips his sweatshirt, tossing it aside. He lifts the crucifix from his neck and gives it a kiss for good luck before walking to a turnbuckle and pulling himself up. Upon his ascent, he spreads his arms before the crowd in a pose. As the music begins to die, he drops down and walks to his corner. He takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match.
Freddy Whoa: This cat looks ready to go!
“Fancy” by Iggy Azalea begins to play over the PA and Eve Vega walks out onto the stage sipping on her chocolate shake. 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 (usually in his late teens or early 20s) 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 Daddys Little Princess and then drops the towel. Just before the music stops she winks at the camera and blows a kiss.
Zach Davis: Vega enjoying that chocolate shake.
The bell rings. Joey Flash begins for his corner as Howard Black begins for his. Flash and Black are very much focused on one another, circling the ring with cautious eyes locked on. The combatants step in for a lock up, their arms intertwined. Flash doesn’t care for a test of strength, instead vouching to slip behind Black and grip his neck into a sleeper hold.
Zach Davis: Joey applying pressure early.
Howard Black sends a stiff pointy elbow to the side of Joey’s ribs, forcing him to break.
Gravedigger: Howard Black didn’t want a thing to do with that.
Black and Flash once again exchange a square off, eyeing one another out. Joey pretends to prepare for a lock up with Black but sends a stiff right to Black’s jaw instead. Black backs up, his jaw in one hand, his other held up in defense. Joey comes in with a jab, backing up, and then stepping in with another jab on Howard who begins to feel the stun. Without a moment’s notice, Flash takes the match to the ground – arm dragging Black to the floor and locking in a basic yet effective armbar. Howard Black tries his best to squirm out and does, much to the approval of the audience.
Freddy Whoa: These cats both share a lot of technical ability. Seeing dat shit on full display.
Back on their feet, Howard hip tosses Flash and locks in an armbar of his own. Flash quickly rolls himself out of danger, arm drags Black; Black is back up, Flash rushes, and Black arm drags Joey Flash – forcing him to roll out of the ring in frustration.
Zach Davis: Flash doesn’t appear to be too happy.
Gravedigger: Neither is the audience.
The audience has indeed shown their disdain for Joey’s cowardly actions. He talks a mouthful of trash to them before Howard Black flies off the apron with a double axe handle to the back of Flash’s skull. Katherine Phoenix detests with the referee in the background, claiming Black’s move a travesty.
Freddy Whoa: Did you see Joey’s face? Bounced right off dat fuckin’ guard rail. Whoa.
Gravedigger: Hush, cookie.
Freddy Whoa: COOKIE?!
Joey regains himself on the outside, blocking a stiff right from Howard Black, and then irish whipping him into the bone crushing steel steps knee first. The referee begins counting down. Flash rolls into the ring, only to quickly to roll back out to continue his assault onto Black. However, Black has a surprise, which comes with an elbow to Joey’s jaw. Flash stumbles backwards onto the apron, using it as a form of support to nurse his jaw bone. Howard Back is far from done, kicking Flash in the stomach and man handling him underneath the bottom rope back within the ring. Joey plays dead; once Black crawls in for the pin the tables become turned and Flash plays arm bar time once more with Black. This time the pressure is greater and Howard Black is unable to escape, so he reaches out for the ropes and breaks the hold that way. Black and Flash both respectively climb back to their feet, engaging into a quick standoff of punches before Black grabs the upper hand, whipping Flash to the ropes and nailing a shining wizard on the way back. He yanks Flash up by the hair and attempts an DDT, however Flash counters, and throws Black across the ring with a belly to belly. Both men are clearly out and ready for a tag.
Zach Davis: Howard Black is crawling towards Eve Vega while Joey Flash crawls towards Katherine Phoenix. Whoever gets the tag first clearly has the advantage.
Freddy Whoa: Really? It’s two bitches. Ain’t like Katherine or Vega gonna’ stop some male ass here. Them ho tripping.
Gravedigger: Why have you got to be so black?
Katherine Phoenix sticks her rear out through the middle ropes, signaling Joey Flash over for a tag.
Gravedigger: Katherine wants Joey to tag her ass?
Zach Davis: No one ever said she was classy.
Joey Flash looks up at Katherine wiggling her behind between the ropes, urging Flash to slap it and tag her in. Meanwhile, Howard Black has tagged in Eve Vega and she immediately runs over to Flash kicking him behind the knee. Joey manages to stand up, holds his hands up in the air acting as if he has a law against hitting women.
Zach Davis: Joey slaps Eve across the face! That bastard.
The audience boos as Joey cuts a grin and grabs Eve Vega by the hair throwing her into his corner. Joey tags out Katherine, much to her disappointment he slapped her hand to tag, not her butt, and here she comes. She sizes Eve Vega up, waiting for her to fall out of the corner and come into the awaiting arms of a scoop slam. Katherine quickly hooks the leg.
Eve Vega throws a shoulder skyward. Katherine Phoenix yanks Vega up by her blonde hair and whips her into the ropes. Once Eve comes back she counters whatever Katherine had planned and hits a VEGA KICK!
Zach Davis: Eve damn near knocked Katherine’s head off!
Phoenix goes down hard. Vega covers without hesitation.
Flash hops into the ring and interrupts the pinfall by kicking Vega in the back of the head. Howard Black charges into the ring and close lines Flash along with himself over the top rope. Vega, completely dazed by the boot, is rolled up by Katherine into a small package!
Black tries to slide back into the ring but Joey Flash grabs him by the heel.
“Storytime” by Nightwish thunders the speakers. Katherine rolls out of the ring to join Flash and head up the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Flash and Phoenix are coming away with the victory here.
Backstage lights up as we see Hank Brown walking down a hallway towards WCF Owner Seth Lerch's office.
Hank Brown: I'm here and ready to have a quick comment from Seth Lerch.
Hank grows closer as he hears some commotion inside the room, without hesitation he goes for the handle. Too slow to touch it the door opens and Mystic stands in the gap making his way out of the room with the arena popping with mixed reactions.
Hank Brown: Oh hey Mystic, what is going on..
Looking around for anyone lingering..
Mystic: Nothing Hank, Nothing at all..
Hank Brown: Then why were you in Seth's office? Is he in there?
Hovering over the door Mystic pulls it shut and looks at Hank up and down then at the camera and back to Hank.
Mystic: No, he has a bathroom, the others are occupied in this area of the arena.
Hank Brown: All of them?
Sarcastically speaking Hank is a nonbeliever..
Mystic: Yes all of them, what are you doing here?
Hank Brown: Had some question for our Commander and Chief.. I have some questions for you to, do you mind?
Mystic grabs the cameraman and pulls them away from the door down around the corner..
Mystic: Yeah sure shoot..
Hank and the man behind the lens look at one another and finds it odd what just happened.
Hank Brown: Ooookay. First by saying sorry about last week, but now you have Mickey eXtreme, Thomas Bates, and Danny Anderson here tonight, teaming with Occulo and Reginald Dampshaw. Can you guys work together?
Mystic: Sure we can, why not.. none of us have had a conflict in the past and sure maybe this pairing up might actually help someone in the long run. I have no qualms with Occulo after he defeated Dark Prince last week.. hell Grime defeated me and I joined the bastard. So tonight me and Occulo with Reginald we have to work together, pop a few chins, and rock a few brain cells dead. It can be done..
Hank Brown: But DRG is like a brotherhood. There respect for one another will hard to overcome with so much chemistry.
Mystic: Doubtful being you are.. You see Hank.. may I call you Hank now?
Nodding his approval Mystic continues..
Mystic: Hank, Thomas Bates had a lot of questions and brought out a lot of good points about his fear.. his unimpressed mind, his battle plan.. brilliant young lion.. and Mickey eXtreme, the man reminds me of a.. can't put my finger on it.. a freak on a leash.. Then there is Danny Anderson.. a puppet in this biker circus.. the man had his own set of questions and beliefs.. see them doubting me and my compadres only give more reason to bury there heads under the dirt with the nightcrawlers. Be upset because I wave a different flag than you, be even more pissed that I won't even acknowledge the beef between you and Grime. He's not in your face right now telling you to be scared.. I'll tell you to hide it and don't even bother showing it. keep that pokerface, this haunting on your career will only live with you for the rest of your life.. Tonight.. as my partner so perfectly put it.. The United States Champion, The Brit, and The Rubik Cube arriving to devour your actions, your manners, and your minds.. Good luck fellas.. find your Mystery..
Howard Black limped back through the curtain, a hand clutched to the side of his head that Eve had put a boot to. His face tightened into a grimace, his brow creasing and corners of his mouth pulling down into a frown of pain and frustration as his head and body continued to throb with pain. He swiped down to grab his gym bag, tossing his sweatshirt and necklace forcibly into the opening with a low grunt of disgust at himself. He hardly acknowledged the lone figure of Grime, leaning against the wall beside it.
Grime took a long sip out of the can of Pepsi in his hand, the corner of his mouth turned up into a smirk. With his free hand, he clapped himself on the forearm in a mock applause. Howard looked up at him, the furrow of pain creeping towards anger by the gesture as his brow only furrowed deeper and mouth twisted further into a frown.
Grime: You know what your problem is? People like Eve Vega that get to do whatever they please without even a slap on the wrist. Seth Lerch sees people with what he feels are stars by appearances. That's his type of girl. Do you really want to be placed in the background? Think about that...
With that, Grime pushed himself on the wall, slapping Howard on the back and sauntered off deeper into the back. Howard's gaze followed the figure as the frown slowly evaporated from his face, his eyes widening and lips going slack, cocking a single eyebrow in silent curiosity as the figure of Grime walked away.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a standard six man tag team match.
Every single light in the arena comes on at their brightest as “For the Love of Life” by David Sylvian plays. When we hear the lyrics Occulo begins to make his way to the ring through the crowd.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Washington, D.C. Standing at six foot and weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is the W-C-F United States Champion, OOOOOOOOCCCCCCCUUUUULLLLLOOOOO!!!!!!!!!
Occulo climbs over the barrier and stares up at the screen. The music and lights cut off, the screen showing grey CCTV footage of an unknown location for a few seconds before returning to Occulo’s normal video with the music continuing. Occulo slides into the ring and rests on the ropes with his arms outstretched.
Zach Davis: U.S. Champion Occulo in the ring.
Occulo’s music fades out as the words “Dampshaw” come on the screen in flashy, Victorian style lettering. Dampshaw III walks down to the ring with Demis Polymeros on tow while 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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Ryde, Isle of Wright, 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 DDDDAAAMMMPPPPPPPSSSHHHHHHHAAAAWWWW the TTTTHHHHHIIIIIRRRRDDDDD!!!!!
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 on him as the fans boo the hated wrestler. Reginald is uncaring in this reaction, immersed in his own self love.
Reginald snubs Occulo as he taunts the fans more as his music fades. Darkness engulfs the arena with sounds of thunder erupting over the sound systems. Lightning storms across the screen as Distrub’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.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from Tornado Alley, Plainfield Illinois. Standing at six foot four inches and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds. He is “The Mysterious One”, MMMYYYYYYSSSSSTTTTTIIIIICCCCC!!!!!!!!!!!!
Step after step intensity runs through his veins as his hands clinch to a fist and his head rises to therafters 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.
Freddy Whoa: Occulo, Dampshaw, and Mystic now await their opponents.
Gravedigger: Yes, the fans do not like Dampshaw or Mystic right now. Occulo seems to be having some trouble of his own as well.
Occulo moves in the ring, keeping his distance from both Reginald Dampshaw III and Occulo. 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. Thomas Uriel Bates is the first to step up on stage, followed immediately by Danny Anderson, Mikey eXtreme and Freakshow.
Kyle Steel: Introducing, at a combined weight of eight hundred and eighty-five pounds. Consisting of Thomas Uriel Bates, Mikey eXtreme, and Danny Anderson; the DAAARRRRKKKKK RRRRIIIIDDDDEEERRRRSSSS GGGGAAAANNNNGGGGGG!!!!!!!
Bates steps forward first, Danny moving to his left while Mikey moves to his right, Freakshow coming in at the rear. Once at ringside, Bates walks up the steps and climbs over the top rope, entering the ring. Danny Anderson and Mikey eXtreme slides into the ring, quickly standing up and next to Bates. As Occulo, Dampshaw, and Mystic are outside the ring, Bates walks towards them with his arms spread out. He lets out a roar, of which nearly the entire crowd gets behind.
Gravedigger: Look at that! The crowd firmly getting behind Thomas Uriel Bates.
The referee speaks to both teams, asking them to leave one man in the ring. Mikey and Danny step out, leaving Bates. Dampshaw and Mystic step out, leaving Occulo. The bell is rung.
Zach Davis: There is the bell! The match is officially underway.
The two men approach one another, Bates standing much higher than Occulo. Occulo uses his size advantage to deliver a punch to the side of Bates. Another punch, and another. The barrage of punches have no affect on the big man, who simply grabs hold of Occulo’s head and pushes him back, forcing him to slide across the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The power of Thomas Uriel Bates! Whoa!
Occulo stands back up, and walks towards Bates. The two men lock up, allowing Bates to quickly push Occulo into a corner. He holds Occulo at bay with his massive arm on his chest. He raises his hand, and brings it down on Occulo’s chest with such power and speed that sends Occulo’s legs flying up. Bates does it again, and again.
Zach Davis: The referee needs to separate them! Bates is going to kill him!
The referee steps in, and Bates quickly steps back. Occulo simply falls to the ground. Rather than taking quick advantage, Bates turns towards Mystic and points his finger.
Gravedigger: A warning to one of Grime’s lapdogs.
Bates grabs hold of Occulo’s head, and lifts him up. He pushes Occulo against the ropes, and sends him across the ring in an Irish Whip. Bates moves in for a clothesline on the return, but Occulo ducks. Occulo bounces off the ropes again and this time delivers a dropkick to the knee of Bates, sending the big man crashing to the mat with such a force that all four men on the apron nearly lose their footing.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Occulo sends the big man down!
Occulo moves in to take advantage, attempting to apply a submission hold to the big man’s legs. Bates simply shrugs it off, sending Occulo stumbling back. Bates attempts to stand, but Occulo sends a soccer kick to his midsection. Bates grabs hold of the rope and begins to pull himself up. Occulo kicks at the knee of Bates, nearly knocking him back down. He moves in again, but this time Bates catches his head. Bates delivers a headbutt, sending Occulo to the mat hard.
Zach Davis: Headbutt from the powerful Thomas Uriel Bates.
Bates grabs the leg of Occulo, and drags him to his corner. Bates tags in Mikey eXtreme, leaving Occulo laying in the corner.
Gravedigger: Mikey eXtreme tagged in.
Mikey steps in and delivers a kick to the midsection of Occulo. He delivers another, until stepping off to taunt Mystic and Reginald Dampshaw III. Occulo slowly begins to crawl to his feet, as Mikey steps forward and pushes him against the rope, sending him out with an Irish Whip. On the return, Mikey moves in to deliver a cross body slam. Instead, Occulo slides down and pops back up, tagging in Mystic.
Zach Davis: The tag is made!
Mystic moves forward to a surprised Mikey eXtreme. Mystic attempts to deliver a clothesline, but Mikey ducks. When Mystic turns around, Mikey delivers a punch to his face. Mystic returns the blow, causing the two of them to trade punches. Mikey gains the upper hand, and sends Mystic into the corner. Mikey tags in Danny, who quickly steps into the ring and continues the blows to Mystic.
Zach Davis: The Dark Riders Gang are not letting up.
Danny hits with several European Uppercuts before lifting Mystic up to the top turnbuckle. Danny climbs up as well, setting up for a top rope suplex. Danny delivers, and Mystic is sent flying through the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Danny moves in for the pin.
Zach Davis: Mystic kicks out!
Danny grabs Mystic by the arm and drags him to the corner. He tags in Bates, who climbs over the rope.
Gravedigger: Thomas Uriel Bates finally in the ring against one of Grime’s followers. After the promises made, this cannot be good for Mystic.
Bates grabs the neck of Mystic and lifts him up. He keeps his hand on the neck as he begins delivering a series of punches to the ribs of Mystic. The referee steps in, but Bates throws Mystic against the turnbuckle. Bates moves in with another series of punches to the ribs and head. Again, Bates grabs Mystic’s neck and squeezes tight. Bates moves in as to whisper something to him.
Zach Davis: You’ve got to believe that Bates is asking him about the Movement’s involvement on the attack against Bobby Cairo.
Bates keeps his hand on Mystic’s neck, and grabs him at the knee. He lifts him high above his head and walks towards the opposing corner. Bates throws Mystic, sending him into the turnbuckle and crashing into Occulo, but Dampshaw has ducked.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Bates has taken out all of his opponents!
Dampshaw tags himself in, and moves towards Bates quickly. Bates delivers a powerful kick to the midsection, causing Dampshaw to double over and collapse on the mat. He follows up by grabbing Dampshaw’s head and lifting him up. He continues to lift Dampshaw into a military press. He benches the man three times before dropping him on his knee.
Freddy Whoa: The Memphis Giant Slam! The Memphis Giant Slam! Bates could be ending this real soon!
Bates lifts Reginald Dampshaw III in a full nelson. He lifts up, causing Reginald to be suspended in the air for a moment before grabbing his neck and sending him crashing into the mat. The force of the impact has caused Danny Anderson and Mikey eXtreme to lose their footing on the apron. Bates pins.
Occulo slides into the ring and kicks the head of Bates.
Zach Davis: Occulo for the save!
As Bates uses the ropes to climb back up, Occulo drags Dampshaw to the corner and slides out of the ring. He jumps back on the apron just as Bates steps forward, and tags himself in. Bates stands in the center of the ring, waiting on Occulo.
Zach Davis: They started this match together, now it seems they may actually end it.
Bates moves in to lock up with Occulo, but instead is met with a kick to the knee. Bates stumbles, and Occulo delivers the kick again. Occulo pushes Bates against the ropes and attempts an Irish Whip, but the big man reverses and sends Occulo flying through the ring. Occulo jumps on the ropes, and springs forward to deliver a Hurricanrana that sends the big man down fast. Occulo slides over and grabs the arm of the big man. He applies an armlock.
Gravedigger: Occulo with an armlock to Bates!
He strengthens the lock, attempting for force the big man to tap. As Occulo tightens the lock, Bates lets out a monstrous roar. He gets to his knees, with Occulo still locked to his arm. Bates stands, Occulo now hanging upside down attached to the big man’s massive arm.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my....
Zach Davis: The strength of this man!
Bates lifts his arm, all two hundred and twenty pounds of Occulo still attached. He slams him down on the mat, breaking the hold. Occulo lays in the ring, dazed and dumbfounded. Bates grabs his arm, and stands back up. He stumbles back to his corner where he tags in Danny Anderson.
Gravedigger: Bates making the tag, now Danny to wrap it up.
Danny moves forward and lifts Occulo up and places him in a headlock. He sends him forward in a Headlock driver.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! The Comatose!
Danny pins Occulo.
Reginald Dampshaw II slides into the ring, but is met with a tackle by Mikey eXtreme.
Mystic attempts to step forward, but is met with a powerful punch to the head by Bates.
The referee calls for the bell.
Zach Davis: The Dark Riders Gang has won this bout!
Bates, Anderson, and Extreme remain in the ring after the completion of the match. Suddenly 3 men show up at the entrance ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa, it's the vapor kings!
Ice Beckman: Well if it isn't the DRG trying to claim MY ring. I'm sick and tired of seeing this motorcycle gang assert their force in numbers.
Joey Flash: And if you think that Caraid is is going to come out and make this an uneven fight in your favor, you would be mistaken. They are a bit indisposed at the moment
The jumbo screen shows Caraid stuck in their locker room trying to get out. The other side of the door shows it barricaded with Vapor Kings memorabilia.
Joey Flash: So now it's a fair fight...
ZMAC: Well not exactly.
Gravedigger: we should have known the Kings would have something up their sleeves.
The Vapor Kings pull crowbar out from behind them and start marching up the entrance ramp. The DRG stand tall in the ring awaiting their opponents. Flash leaps up to the apron and Anderson rushes toward and knocks him off the apron.
Then ZMAC hooks Anderson's leg with the crowbar and drags him under the bottom rope. ZMAC and Flash start delivering kicks to Anderson as he lay there helpless. Mikey Extreme runs off the opposite side ropes and returns with a suicide dive on top of ZMAC and Flash. He gets up quickly before Beckman delivers a shot to the side of the head with the crowbar.
The three members of Vapor Kings enter the ring as Bates braces himself. Flash runs forward and hits Bates in the midsection with the crowbar. Bates pushes Flash off of him as ZMAC runs in with a brogue kick and knocks Bates off balance. Beckman chop blocks Btes dropping him to one knee and then Flash delivers a perfectly placed punch to the temple of Bates.
Joey Flash: You want to get in my business, Bates? You think you and the DRG are the top team in the WCF.
Flash delivers another punch to the temple of Bates.
ZMAC: We're the Vapr kings mother Tucker. This is our ring, we are the Kings here.
Zach Davis: what's that?
Suddenly Falling Higher by Helloween plays over the loudspeakers and Gemini Battle makes his way down the entrance ramp.
Joey Flash: What's the matter, Gemini. Miss me? You think you can stop us?
Gemini motions from behind him as a trebuchet is rolled out loaded with a net. Gemini then unsheaths a duo of swords, slashes down on the trebuchet launching the net towards the ring, landing on top of Beckman Flash, Bates and barely missing ZMAC. Gemini rushes toward the ring swinging the swords wildly. ZMAC gets Flash and Beckman out as Gemini finally gets the the ring. The Vapor Kings cut their losses and exit the ring and leave through the crowd.
Gemini points the sword at the throat of Bates who has gotten to his feet and has stopped struggling against his restraints.
Gravedigger: These two men aren't exactly the best of friends... And it appears that Gemini has Bates right where he wants him. Somebody better come out to help soon.
Gemini pulls back and Then with a few swift motions cuts away the net from Bates, setting the big man free. Gemini quickly rolls out from under the bottom rope and exits, walking backwards down the entrance ramp. Bates offers a head nod and Gemini reciprocated before turning around and rushing out, leaving the catapult behind.
The camera follows them backstage where Hank Brown is waiting at the Gorilla Position.
Hank Brown: Gemini, what the hell was that all about. Where did you get a catapult from anyway?
Gemini Battle: Trebuchet, 15th century French Issued. Still in working condition. But to answer your first question is payback. Bates unnecesarily helped me last week and if I know anything about motorcycle gangs they always come back to reclaim their favors. Well now we're even, Bates. Now we can go back to the respectful distrust we have for one another.
Gemini walks off leaving Brown alone backstage.
We cut backstage to find Eve Vega walking down the corridor towards the parking lot. Eve is carrying her wrestling gear in one hand and in the other she is holding her mobile phone up to her ear. Eve appears to be in somewhat of a frustrated mood as she tries to speed up the conversation.
Zach Davis: Eve Vega has got to be feeling a little bit frustrated with the way her match went earlier, this is probably the first time I've seen her looking down since she debuted here.
Gravedigger: She still looks hot though.
Eve eventually steps into the parking lot and walks over to her car, unlocking the trunk and placing her wrestling gear inside. Before she has chance to turn around however she hears someone approaching quickly from behind her.
Voice: So you thought you could just check him out and I wouldn’t do a thing about it, huh? You didn’t think I saw you eying him up?! I should have probably made you a bit more aware of this before, Eve, but the fact is… I do not share and I don’t take well to competition. You were practically drooling all over Joey Flash out there and I can’t have that. It makes me look foolish if I just stand back and allow you to do something so unforgivable. I’m sure you understand, right?
Freddy Whoa: Wh-what is this all about? Eve was flirting with Joey Flash? What’s going on here?
Zach Davis: I’m not too sure--- oh god! That’s Katherine Phoenix! This can not be good! Eve better run!
Without warning or hesitation, Katherine grabs a handful of Eve's hair and SMASHES her face into her cars rear window, sending shards of glass shattering everywhere. Eve’s mobile phone drops from her hand as she instictively grabs her head to relieve the throbbing pain shooting through her skull, blood quickly flowing out over her hands. Eve screams out for help, but there is no one in sight. Katherine reaches down and yet again grabs hold of Eve’s long blonde hair, picking her up off her feet. She grabs her around her head and falls back against Eve’s car again, hitting a DDT into the car door… Eve’s skull once again crashing into the hard surface of the vehicle.
Zach Davis: Oh my God no! I can't watch this!
Freddy Whoa: Someone needs to get back there and stop her! That woman is insane! She’ll kill the poor girl!
Katherine picks up Eve’s head up off the floor and slams it back down HARD against the concrete floor. Eve is out cold as Katherine continues to just go mental on top of the girl, sending hard lefts and rights down into her skull.
Zach Davis: This is just sick! We need assistance back there… NOW!
Katherine looks over at a single shard of glass laying on the floor next to the downed Eve Vega and a sick twisted grin forms across her evil face.
Freddy Whoa: No! No! Don’t do it, Katherine! Stop this!
Katherine picks up a shard of glass in her hand is about to cut Eves face up with it when a pair of hands grabs her by her hair and pulls her up off her feet. Katherine looks pissed off until she notices who has just broken up the extremely one sided fight. Joey Flash just stands there looking at Katherine and then down at what she has just done. He wanders over to the fallen Eve and gives here that 'Are you dead?' kick. She is not.
Joey Flash: I saw nothing.
Katherine watches Joey Flash walk away from the scene as she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a single bottle full of a clear liquid. She begins to laugh to herself as she unscrews the top and pours the liquid all over Eve's fallen body.
Katherine Phoenix: Cool yourself off, bitch.
Before Katherine steps away from the horrific scene she reaches down striking something against her boot... a match stick. A sick smile on her face Katherine tosses the match onto Eves fallen body and it ignits her clothing almost immediately. Katherine bursts out laughing as if this was hilarious as she walks off in the same direction Joey Flash had just gone in. WCF medics rush the area with first aid equipment and fire exntiguishers as Eve Vega continues to cry out in agony.
Zach Davis: This is ... I can't even describe this! Why didn't Joey Flash stop her? He had the perfect opportunity to!
Freddy Whoa: I ... I think Joey knew exactly what he was doing, Katherine Phoenix was just the one to light the match.
Zach Davis: This is unbelievable... that... that bastard! Why Eve Vega? She's such a sweet girl!
Gravedigger: Why not? This is the WCF, shit gets crazy sometimes.
Freddy Whoa: All I can say is, Whoa. Just... Whoa. Lets cut to commerical. I can't even believe this right now.
Backstage you find Maddox walking around eating his Gummy Bears. As soon as he turns a corner to head for the parking garage he finds Grime down and unconscious with his TV title over his face. The red tape has been removed from the belt. Maddox rushes over and sets his Gummy Bears over to the side as he grabs the belt to move it off Grime’s face. You see a cut above his eyebrow about an inch long.
Maddox: Grime! Buddy! What happened? Grime!
Maddox tries to revive Grime and begins to shake him as he calls for help.
Maddox: We need help! Q! Brittany! Jacob! Somebody! Grime’s down!
Q-Ball opens the exit door and comes in from the garage to find Maddox with Grime on the floor. Brittany is close behind. Q-Ball rushes over and Brittany squeezes past him. As they get to him they start smacking his face just enough to get him to wake up.
Brittany: Maddox go get medical, now!
Maddox stands up and starts running off to get help. Before they return Grime starts to come to.
Grime: Ah, fuck…
Brittany: Easy baby. Take it easy.
Q-Ball: You know who did this?
Grime shakes his head and then touches his cut. He looks at his hand and sees the blood.
Grime: I didn’t see anyone.
Q-Ball: Where was Maddox? He was supposed to be with you tonight.
Grime: I told him to get his candy and meet me outside.
Grime feels around and he sees his title. He growls as he sees the red tape having been taken off. He starts feeling around for his pack of cigarettes, but they’re missing. He feels one of his pockets has something in it.
Grime: What’s in my pocket?
Grime reaches in and pull out a black DRG MC flag. He crumbles it up in his fist.
Q-Ball: I knew it.
Grime: You know what that means.
Q-Ball: Sure do.
Grime: Time we take out the trash.
Maddox returns with the medical personnel as they rush up. Grime shrugs them off him and gets to his feet.
Medical Assistant: We need to clean that cut, Grime. At least let us clean it up.
Grime: I’m fine! I’m not having you WCF bitches nursing my wounds. I got my nurse.
Grime puts his arm around Brittany as she helps him out to the parking garage.
Q-Ball: Maddox, next time he tells you to go somewhere, you don’t go unless someone else is around.
Maddox lowers his head and nods.
Q-Ball: Damn it!
The arena lights fade out to where the arena is pitch black. A Bald Eagle appears on the WCFtrons and a single white light hits the entrance as the opening cords of "Freebird" begin. When the lyrics kick in white lights begin flying around the arena and the Rebel Flag covers the entrance. Out steps "The Villain" Adam Young in a long Rebel flag robe. He starts turning to show off the robe and then the music stops. The arena goes pitch black again. "Badstreet USA" starts playing and colored lights filter threw smoke and standing beside Adam is "The Freebird" Terry Roberts decked out in a Rebel flag suit, cowboy hat, and boots. They nod at each other and head towards the ring followed by the rest of the Freebird family all decked out in Rebel flag attire. Trash is being thrown at the Freebirds as Adam and Terry climb into the ring and the rest of the Freebirds take their front row seats bought and paid for by Seth Lerch. Adam walks to the middle of the ring and Terry pulls the robe off showing off the new ring gear of Rebel flag tights and boots for Adam Young.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Television Championship. Introducing first the challenger accompanied by Terry Roberts...standing 6 feet 4 inches tall and weighing 240 pounds! From Abilene, Texas! THE VILLLLIANNNN!!!! AAAAADAMMMM!!! YOOUUUUNNNGGGG!!!!
Zach Davis: Adam Young with a new impressive look here.
Freddy Whoa: Very interesting.
Zach Davis: And the Freebirds are here with front row seats courtesy of Seth Lerch apparently.
Gravedigger: This does not bode well for Grime, and it’s about damn time.
Freddy Whoa: We’ll have to see.
Grime walks out onto the stage as Abdullah "The Black Ones" begins to play over the PA system.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…from Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at 270 pounds and standing 6 feet 3 inches tall!
Grime has a black towel over his head and the WCF TV title draped over his shoulder. He stands on the stage for a second before he removes the towel and turns to look at the ring pointing at the WCF logo and flips it off and throws the towel at the WCF logo on the stage. 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.
Kyle Steel: Representing The Movement! He is the current Wrestling Championship Federation Tellllevisssionnnn Championnnnn! GRIIIIIIIMMMMMEEEEEE!!!!
Zach Davis: And here comes Mr. Anti-WCF…
Freddy Whoa: Fans letting him hear it, too.
Gravedigger: I’ll give him something to hear.
Just before Grime reaches the ring you hear "Crying Like a Bitch" by Godsmack start playing over the PA system speakers.
Gravedigger: Oh geez. Not again.
Jacob Kilconey, Q-Ball, and Brittany walk out onto the stage. Grime smiles and shrugs. As they get to Grime the group walks around the ring toward the ring announcers table.
Zach Davis: Last time Grime came this way you got laid out with a chair, GD.
Gravedigger: But Grime has not chair this time, Davis. See what kind of man he is when he’s unarmed.
They approach the table and you can hear Jacob talking.
Jacob Kilconey: That’s great boys, but we’re going to take over the commentating for this match if you don’t mind.
Zach Davis: You’re not part of the WCF staff, Kilconey.
Grime: How you want to handle this, Davis? Get out of those chairs, or else.
Gravedigger stands up. The music stops playing.
Gravedigger: Or else what?
Suddenly the lights go off and you hear a loud bang. As the lights come back on you see Dark Prince and Mystic standing over Gravedigger. Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa hand their headsets to Q-Ball and Jacob Kilconey as Grime hands Gravedigger’s head set to Brittany.
Grime: Have fun.
She smiles up at him as they all sit down and Grime climbs up on the apron and gets into the ring. The lights go out again.
As the lights come back on, Dark Prince and Mystic are gone.
Q-Ball: Ah, now we’ll show WCF how it’s really done.
Jacob Kilconey: Someone has to. They ought to send out some medical staff to get this piece of shit out of here.
Brittany: Woo! Go Grime!
Jacob Kilconey: Grime in the ring and let’s get this match done and over with.
Q-Ball: Adam Young will have no chance here tonight. Grime is going to make an example out of this punk.
The ref calls for the bell as Adam Young and Grime start walking toward each other with their fists closed like in a boxing match. They quickly start exchanging hard rights and lefts as they start brawling from the get go. Young connects with a huge right hook that rocks Grime. Meanwhile, medical personnel rush out to tend to Gravedigger. Blood starts running from the cut again as Young starts hammering away at his head over and over as Grime heads over to the corner. The ref warns Young and begins to count.
The ref gets in between Young and Grime to separate Young from continuing. Grime holds onto the ropes as the ref comes over to look at the cut. Young comes up behind the ref, pushing the ref aside and steps up on the middle ropes and starts pounding away with hard right hands to the head of Grime.
Young hops off the middle rope as the ref warns him not to touch him again.
Q-Ball: Oh man! Come on Grime!
Jacob Kilconey: Grime taking a beating. Not 100 percent here after the attack he suffered earlier tonight. And there go the medical team with Gravedigger. Better check him out good, boys.
Q-Ball: Yeah, DRG will get theirs. Don’t worry about that.
Jacob Kilconey: I have no doubt. Adam Young with the irish whip into the opposite corner.
Brittany: Come on! Fight back, baby!
Grime hits the turnbuckle hard and starts coming forward as he staggers out of the corner. Adam Young picks Grime up and hits a spinebuster. Young goes for the cover.
Q-Ball: That’s it! Roll your shoulder up, Grime.
Jacob Kilconey: Adam Young really taking it to the Television Champion here. This may not have been the best idea to compete without getting looked over.
Brittany: Baby, get up!
Grime is laying over on his side as he holds his head. The is blood still coming out of the cut, now soaking his eyebrow and running down onto his cheek. Young goes up to the turnbuckle that Grime had just bounced out of and gets up on the middle rope. He looks over at the announcer table and chuckles a bit then leaps off hitting Grime with a diving fist drop.
Q-Ball: Damn it. Grime, get with it, now. Adam Young is working him over pretty good and really just focusing on that cut.
Jacob Kilconey: Adam Young brings Grime up to his feet here. Kick to the gut!
Q-Ball: Going for the DDT!
Grime stops the DDT by picking Adam Young off his feet and tossing him off. Adam Young hits the mat on all fours, but quickly gets to his feet for a larger man. Grime stands upright and Adam Young runs and hits a spinning wheel kick. Grime goes down hard. Young goes for the cover.
Jacob Kilconey: NO!!! Grime gets the shoulder up again! That was close!
Brittany: Come on, Grime!
Jacob Kilconey: You are a woman of few words aren’t you, Miss Near.
Brittany does not answer and Jacob Kilconey goes on calling the match.
Jacob Kilconey: Adam Young is not pulling any punches tonight, Q-Ball.
Q-Ball: No but this is not Grime either. He’s got to be dizzy right now. He’s got to be hurting. He’s blinded by blood at this point and that is never a good thing.
Jacob Kilconey: Sure isn’t.
Adam Young goes to the top rope and leaps off hitting a big elbow drop to Grime’s face. He sits on the mat for a bit and waves over at the announcers table. He goes for the cover.
Q-Ball: NO!!! Grime just kicked out at the last second!
Grime instinctively begins to roll toward the bottom ropes. Adam Young gets on his feet to pursue Grime and as Grime reaches the rope, Adam Young grabs the top rope and uses his feet to push to the outside. Adam Young steps through the ropes as Grime is laid out on the ringside floor. Young looks down on him.
Jacob Kilconey: Oh, he’s got that look in his eye!
Brittany: Get out of the way, babe!
Adam Young takes a few steps and leaps off the apron with a diving elbow drop onto Grime. The ref starts the count over.
Adam Young gets up and grabs Grime around the back of his head and pulls him up to a seated position. Grime’s blood is dripping off his face onto his white tank top. Brittany stands up and takes the head set off as you hear her screaming at Adam Young. He just smiles back.
Young pulls Grime back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring and slides in.
Q-Ball: Adam Young goes for the cover!
Q-Ball: NO! Close call!
Jacob Kilconey: Oh, Jesus!
Q-Ball: Sit down, Brittany!
Jacob Kilconey: Grime with his foot on the bottom rope! Adam Young showing some frustration here as he gets back to his feet.
Adam Young stomps on the chest and left shoulder of Grime and then gets him up onto his feet. He begins an Irish whip, pulls Grime back and lifts him up into a Rack Bomb position, but Grime kicks his feet. Adam Young loses his hold and Grime lands on his feet. Adam wraps his arms around Grime to attempt a german suplex, but gets a back elbow to the temple.
Q-Ball: And Grime is coming back into it!
Brittany goes over to the ring and starts beating on the apron. Grime comes up behind Adam Young and rolls him up grabbing his tights. The ref doesn’t see it.
Q-Ball: The cover!
Jacob Kilconey: 1…2…3!!!
Q-Ball: And Grime retains!
Jacob Kilconey: Overcoming what was likely the biggest beating Grime has taken in his WCF career! Scoring the pinfall on Adam Young!
Jacob Kilconey and Q-Ball take off their head sets and get in the ring. Brittany has already hopped up on the apron and is checking on Grime as she helps him up. “The Black Ones” by Abdullah begins to play over the speakers.
Kyle Steel: Winner and…STILLLLL WCF TELEVISION CHAMPIONNNNN!!! GRRRRRIIIIIIMMMMMEEEE!!!
Adam Young is pissed and is telling the ref that Grime pulled his tights. While they argue Grime takes the title and drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. The blood is now rushing down his face as Jacob follows clapping for Grime.
“I Smell a Massacre” begins to play, and Chelsea comes out on stage to a chorus of boos from the fans. It doesn’t seem to phase her this time. She marches down to the ring with purpose.
Zach Davis: Ummm, I’m not sure what’s happening here. This visit from Chelsea isn’t on our run down sheet.
Chelsea grabs a mic and rolls into the ring, wasting no time.
Chelsea Armstrong: Cut my music!
The music dies, but the booing does not.
Chelsea Armstrong: I’m sick of it! I can’t do it anymore! Isaiah Chavis, you have been stalking me, harassing me, and screwing with me since you came back! I’m done dealing with it. I took some time off, thought about what I wanted to do, and I realized, I want this match to happen. I WANT to get my hands around your greasy, dirty little neck! I want to destroy you just like you’ve been threatening to do to me! There’s only room for one of us, you worthless little clown! Get out here! I want to say this to your face!
After a few moments of Silence, Isaiah’s music hits. Chelsea stares at the entrance ramp, but Isaiah enters up at the top of the crowd, mic already in his hand.
Chelsea Armstrong: Great...great. You can’t even come down the ramp like a real wrestler, You have to enter through a side door like the rest of these anonymous nobodies.
Isaiah Chavis: The way I see it, you tacky, blue haired cunt, anything you got to say, you can say to the rest of my family too!
That line gets a burst of applause from the crowd, and an eye roll from Chelsea.
Chelsea Armstrong: Fine! I’m done screwing around! You wanna have a match and end this thing, let’s do it.
Isaiah Chavis: I’m glad to see you’ve finally come around! Now here’s how-
Chelsea Armstrong: Shut the hell up! I’m done listening to you yap! I’m sick of it. Here’s how it goes, it’s going to be at Aftermath, and it’s going to be a last man standing match.
Isaiah Chavis: That’s odd. You’re not much of a man.
Chelsea Armstrong: Well neither are you, so it works out.
Isaiah laughs off the insult, and nods his head.
Isaiah Chavis: Alright, you got it, and you can believe this: once I’m done with you, not only are you not gonna be able to answer a ten count, there’s a good chance you’ll never stand on your own again.
Isaiah drops the mic as his music plays, and Chelsea gives him a death glare from the ring.
Freddy Woah: Well there you have it! Chelsea Armstrong and Isaiah Chavis, Aftermath, last man standing. How do you like that?
Zach Davis: I personally can’t wait. That match is going to tear the arena down.
Gravedigger: I care very little.
“Treachery” by Bleach hits the speakers.
Gravedigger: FINALLY. We’ve been waiting to see this since Explosion.
Zach Davis: Logan betrayed his hotdog comrade, Marc Mayhem, and thus gave Katherine Phoenix the win over Marc.
Freddy Whoa: These two guys were the best of friends.
Zach Davis: Now they’re bitter enemies.
The audience boos upon Logan’s theme music hitting the speakers. However, those boos soon turn to cheers when Logan falls out from behind the black curtain and onto his back with Mayhem in hot pursuit.
Freddy Whoa: Have these guys been brawling backstage the whole time?!
Logan picks himself up, but isn’t fast enough and Mayhem kicks Logan forcing him to roll down the ramp. Mayhem stays on Logan, kicking him down the length of the rampway. Logan climbs to his feet once ringside, grabbing onto the bottom rope to pull himself up. Mayhem grabs Logan by the back of his head and sends him face first into the steel ring post much to the approval of the audience.
Gravedigger: Mayhem isn’t giving Logan a chance to breathe and this match hasn’t even started yet.
Zach Davis: Never quite seen Mayhem this aggressive. You can’t really blame him. Logan thoroughly screwed Mayhem over, along with breaking up WCF’s favorite tag team in the process. I hate to say it, folks, but the Face of Treachery deserves a good ass whooping.
Gravedigger: I disagree. Logan has been about deceit and trickery for over a decade. That’s just who he is. Mayhem’s a fool. He should have seen it coming.
Mayhem rolls Logan inside the ring underneath the bottom rope and follows in. The bell rings. Logan stands up to his feet, putting a hand up a signaling for Mayhem to stop. The audience boos.
Freddy Whoa: Logan offering Mayhem a handshake?
Gravedigger: He’s a classy guy.
The audience continues booing while Logan outstretches his hand to Mayhem, suggesting he shake it and put the past behind him. Mayhem looks around at the booing crowd, and then to Logan. Mayhem approaches Logan; Logan quickly withdraws his hand and sends a right to Mayhem, but Mayhem blocks Logan’s sucker punch, and clocks Logan with a right of his own. The audience explodes with excitement.
Zach Davis: Mayhem didn’t fall for that!
Mayhem punches Logan until he’s leaned back into the ropes, and then with one swift closeline by Mayhem – Logan and Mayhem both go flying over the top rope and crashing to the outside at the same time. The referee begins the ten count, though the two seem oblivious to it. Mayhem picks Logan up, walks him over to the guard rail and goes to slam his head into it, however, Logan elbows Mayhem in the side and rushes him, closelining him down to the outside mat.
Logan talks trash to some of the front row audience members while Mayhem is down, especially one eating a hotdog.
Freddy Whoa: Surprised anyone in the crowd is eating a hotdog after last Sunday.
Gravedigger: Probably trying to set up a lawsuit.
Logan snatches the hotdog from the crowd member and throws it at Mayhem. Logan keeps talking generic trash to the downed Mayhem while picking him up and slinging him back first into the guard rail.
The back hand of Logan slaps Mayhem’s chest red. The audience boo with every sting of Mayhem’s chest heard throughout the arena. Logan turns towards the audience, demanding they shut up.
Mayhem regains composure, grabbing a surprised Logan and throwing him against the guard rail, trading places with him. Mayhem backhand chops Logan’s chest and this time the audience cheers every time the back of Mayhem’s hand smacks Logan’s chest.
Mayhem backs up and spears Logan right over the guard rail into the crowd.
Zach Davis: I don’t even think these two realize they’re in a match right now.
Gravedigger: Or they don’t even care. The only thing they are worried about is hurting each other at this point.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah. Fuck a match.
The two begin stirring to their feet as numerous members of the audience slap at them trying to get some feels. Weird bastards. Logan and Mayhem are up. Mayhem clocks Logan with a right, Logan stumbles further backwards into the crowd.
Mayhem stays right on Logan’s trail. Logan even tries to slow down Mayhem, grabbing a fan wearing a Scarecrow shirt and throwing him at Mayhem.
Zach Davis: Logan using audience members as weapons. Nice. More lawsuits.
Mayhem pushes the Scarecrow fan out of the way and keeps chase after Logan who has now cut through the crowd and pushed his way through the backstage doors. The cameras follow a half exhausted and beaten Logan backstage.
Logan: Security… I said I want security. I’m WCF’s money maker, the diamond, and you boudles are going to let this manic lay his hands on –
Zach Davis: Here comes Mayhem!
And indeed, Logan is cut short when Mayhem finds Logan, grabbing him from behind and throwing him into the backstage wall.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like this match is going to be a no contest. The bell has rang. Not that it matters. They’re nowhere near the ring at this point. Looks like this ended in a double count out.
Gravedigger: I don’t think anything is ending between these two.
The jumbotron follows Logan and Mayhem. Logan has appeared to get the upperhand on Mayhem, standing behind him and choking him with a camera cord.
Zach Davis: Mayhem is turning blue!
Gravedigger: We’d love to follow these two guys all night but we’ve got another match to call. Definitely keep everyone updated on Mayhem and Logan.
Freddy Whoa: Man! We have had some amazing matches already tonight! I can’t believe all that has transpired so far.
Zach Davis: Major stuff going on! Big build up to Aftermath! How’s the head, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger looks at Zach Davis and flips him off.
Gravedigger: How would you like it if I knocked you senseless, Davis?
Zach Davis: I rather you didn’t.
Kyle Steel is in the ring as he is ready to announce the next match.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…
"Killed By Death" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them Lemmy Vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose standing out in the middle section of the area.
Kyle Steel: Standing 6 feet 6 inches tall and weighing in at 260 pounds!
He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the barricade by the fans.
Kyle Steel: Representing the Viper Kings…he is "The Honey Badger", "The Duke of New York", "The Evil Incarnate", "The Coked Up Mad Man"! HE IS ZOMMMMMBBBBBIIIEEEE!!! MCMOOOOOORRRRRRRIISSSSSSSS!!!!
Gravedigger: Yeah, the real Honey Badger! That’s what I’m talking about! That’s the real deal right there! And he’s going to Aftermath to challenge the WCF World Heavyweight Champion, Bobby C! That’s the real deal! Not Howard Black! That’s the Real Honey Badger!
Zach Davis: Definitely a tough competitor and the former WCF World Champion himself. I cannot wait to see that match at Aftermath!
Gravedigger: Bet your ass he’s tough! Whoa, what do you think?
Freddy Whoa: Tough competitor.
Gravedigger: Either you’re a jabbering fool, or you just don’t talk much. Get with the program, Whoa!
ZMac hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
“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 215 pounds and standing 5 feet 11 inches tall… The JUUUUGGGGGALLLOOO WARRRIORRRR!!! ISAIAHHHHH!!! CHHAAAAAAVIIISSSSSS!!!
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.
Gravedigger: Ah yeah! Here we go! Big match going on right here!
Freddy Whoa: The ref calls for the bell. It’s about that time!
Gravedigger: Time for what?!
Freddy Whoa: I was just saying it’s that time…
Gravedigger: Either say something worth saying or just shut up, Whoa.
ZMac and Chavis circle around a bit as they get ready to lock up.
Zach Davis: Elbow and collar tie up. ZMac definitely with the size advantage here.
Gravedigger: Big bulrush from ZMac into the turnbuckle!
The ref gets over to the corner and shouts at ZMac to get him out of the corner. The ref starts to count.
ZMac starts easing up and steps back a bit, and then hits Chavis with a hard right hand.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: ZMac unloading on Chavis in the corner! Another hard shot to the side of the head!
Gravedigger: That’s a predator! That’s a Vapor King! That’s a Honey Badger!
Zmac backs up after another warning from the ref and then comes back and gives Chavis a hard headbutt followed by an eye poke. He opens Chavis up and delivers a huge chop.
Zach Davis: OH!!! That chop just echoed around the arena!
Gravedigger: They heard that all the way in Detroit, Davis!
Freddy Whoa: Look at the chest of the Juggalo Warrior! It’s already red!
Gravedigger: That was a big chop, Whoa!
Chavis doesn’t hesitate after he stands upright and delivers a series of chops to ZMac as he fights out of the corner. Kicking ZMac in the gut and runs to the ropes, causing ZMac to turn around, and rebounds with a huge springboard drop kick taking ZMac off his feet. ZMac rolls to a knee the momentum of the fall helping him get back up quicker. Chavis hits ZMac with a spinning wheel kick sending him back down to the mat. ZMac pushes back to his feet, Chavis shoves him into the ropes and attempts an irish whip.
Freddy Whoa: ZMac with the reversal…
ZMac holds onto Chavis’ arm and pulls him back into a short clothesline.
Zach Davis: OH! Big short arm clothesline there!
Gravedigger: Rocked him!
Zach Davis: He’s going to break his arm keeps giving clotheslines like that. What impact!
ZMac starts stomping away at the Juggalo Warrior. After the 6th stomp he delivers a fist drop to Chavis’ skull. Chavis starts rolling away and grabs the bottom rope, using it to get into a seated position. He shakes his head to shake it off, but ZMac is on his way already. ZMac presses Chavis’ head against the middle rope and uses the rope like a guillotine across the throat of Chavis.
Gravedigger: HONEYBADGER STYLE!!!
Zach Davis: ZMac breaks just before the 5 count and he’s letting ZMac know it. In his face with another warning.
Chavis is still sitting with using the second rope to lean on as ZMac grabs the rope and pulls it back to force Chavis off and onto his back. ZMac begins stomping again and then jumps up with a double foot stomp to Chavis’ sternum. Chavis rolls around in pain holding his torso as ZMac walks around doing a lap inside the ring. He bounces off the ropes as he comes back and attempts a running double foot stomp as Chavis moves out of the way and pushes to his feet. He charges ZMac, ducking under a clothesline hits the ropes and springboards off the second rope, hitting ZMac with a back elbow.
Zach Davis: The Juggalo Warrior trying to get back into this!
Chavis gets to his feet begins stomping on ZMac to give the man a taste of his own medicine. He goes to the corner and climbs to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, what’s he doing here?
Chavis leaps off, but not before ZMac gets to his feet.
Zach Davis: Whoa! Tornado DDT! Chavis with the cover!
Zach Davis: No! Zombie McMorris kicks out!
Chavis puts a side headlock on ZMac but ZMac begins to fight back with a few rib shots with his elbow and pushes up to his feet. He gives Chavis a big closed fist shot to the side of the face and runs to the ropes. As he bounces off Chavis is ready and gives ZMac a Japanese arm drag.
Gravedigger: Chavis to the ropes again!
ZMac lands hard, rolls to his knees. Chavis coming off the ropes hits a diving drop kick to a kneeling ZMac, causing him to lay on the mat on his back. Chavis goes to the top rope. He measures ZMac up and leaps off hitting a diving headbutt.
Zach Davis: Oh, and it pays off! Diving headbutt! The cover!
Zach Davis: ZMac kicks out!
Gravedigger: That’s the REAL HONEY BADGER!!!
Freddy Whoa: ZMac just barely kicked out of that one!
Zach Davis: Frustration shown here in these battering right hands from Chavis to the side of the head here.
Chavis pulls ZMac to a sitting position and gives the bigger man a knife edge chop. He steps through the ropes and climbs back up to the top rope. He wasted too much time going to the far corner and ZMac is back on his feet. Chavis jumps and goes for a flying cross body, but ZMac catches the man in the air using the momentum of Chavis as he spins around.
Gravedigger: He caught him!
Zach Davis: Spinning Power Slam! Oh my god!
Gravedigger: Goes for the cover!
Zach Davis: And Chavis kicks out at 2! What a spinning power slam from Zombie McMorris!
ZMac picks up Chavis as he pulls him to his feet by the head and arm. He pulls Chavis in, but Chavis ducks another clothesline attempt and wraps his arms around the man’s waist, only to get a back elbow in the face. ZMac turns around kicks Chavis in the gut and gives him a snap suplex.
Zach Davis: What a counter from ZMac!
Gravedigger: Honey Badger! Going to up top!
ZMac leaves the top turnbuckle and goes for the fist drop, but his fist only finds the mat as Chavis moves out of the way. ZMac pushes to his feet holding his hand as Chavis kicks him in the mid-section and grabs him by the hair and the waist band of his jeans and tosses ZMac to the outside. The ref yells at him, but Chavis is already grabbing the top rope and using it to sling shot over and hitting ZMac with a springboard leg drop that he’d normally do from the top rope to the opponent in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Big time leg drop to ZMac on the outside. That’s taking a huge risk in this match. Will Zombie McMorris be a hundred percent for Aftermath after this match with the Juggalo Warrior?
Gravedigger: He’ll be fine. He’s the ZMac! The Real Honey Badger! He’s The Duke of York! The Incarnate of Evil! He’s…Zombie McMorris!
Zach Davis: Chavis brings him to his feet here. Right out here in front of us now! This is too close—
Just as Davis is about to say ‘for comfort’ Chavis slams ZMac’s head into the announcers table.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
The announcers stand up as Chavis looks to be thinking about putting ZMac through the announcers table. He whips ZMac so that the man hits the apron, but ZMac puts his hands out to stop the blow. Chavis comes at him, and ZMac picks Chavis up into a scoop and slams him on the ringside floor. The ref’s count reaches 6 as ZMac rolls into the ring and then back out to force the ref to start over.
ZMac grabs Chavis behind the head and half mounts him and starts pummeling him with punches.
Crowd: ZMAC!!! ZMAC!!! ZMAC!!!
Again ZMac gets to his feet and walks away from Chavis and then back to him. He picks the man up and rolls him back into the ring. He slides in as the nearly reaches 9. Both men get back to their feet, Chavis with his back to ZMac. ZMac picks Chavis up onto his shoulders into an electric chair, rather than going back he drops Chavis onto his face for a facebuster.
Zach Davis: Face first! That’s just nasty!
ZMac sits there for a second then gets to his feet. He grabs Chavis by the hair and pulls him to his feet. Chavis fights back kicking ZMac in the gut. ZMac goes for the Falcon Punch.
Zach Davis: Chavis scouted it! He’s got ZMac set up!
Freddy Whoa: Jester drop!
Chavis gets back to his feet and goes to the ropes. He steps through and leaps up, using the ropes as a springboard…
Gravedigger: Carnival of Carnage! He hit it!
Gravedigger: Did that just happen? Did ZMac just lose to Isaiah Chavis?!
Zach Davis: What an upset victory! Definitely not the way Zombie McMorris wanted to go into Aftermath!
Freddy Whoa: What does this mean for ZMac?
Gravedigger: Every man has their night. Isaiah Chavis showed to be a warrior and gets the victory! What a match!
Kyle: Winner of this match by pinfall! THE JUUUUGGGGALLLLOOOO WARRRRRIORRRRR!!! ISAAAAAIAHHHH!!! CHAAAAAVISSSSS!!!!
Zach Davis: Coming up is the WCF People's Championship Match. Scarecrow is about to defend his championship against Zione Redington. Any words, gentlemen.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow... champion of the people. Championship stays with him.
Gravedigger: I too have to agree. Scarecrow retains.
Zach Davis: Who knows guys. Crazier things have happened inside that ring. It's never a guarantee who will win inside a WCF ring.
"Over and Under" is beginning 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. Zione Redington 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...
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 235 pounds.... from Part Unknown this is.... ZIOOOOONE REEEEDIIIIINGTOOOON!!!
Soon enough, Redington 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, before backing away into the corner, a fierce light seen in the eye, while Redington is waiting for his opponent to enter...
Gravedigger: The newcomer Zione Redington is in the ring. All we now need is the WCF People's Champion, Scarecrow.
The house lights die. 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.
A moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as 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, acquiescing to their hero's request:
SCARECROW! SCARECROW! SCARECROW!
A moment passes, then...
“Now you're time has come. The storm of iron in the sky”
Motorhead’s, “Brotherhood Of Man”, kicks in. As the ominous chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; A Murder of Crows delivered to victim after victim in the ring. Kick, Wham, Stunner...they're gone baby, GONE.
A moment later, and Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, hulking silhouette. His countenance eclipsed by blue smoke and light. Beside him appears his manager, Roxxi Chainsaw. Hand on hips. Pouting with playful evil.
“War and Murder come again. Lucky if you die”
The arena lights raise to a huge POP. Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail and depth as he begins his focused procession down the ramp. He's wearing a black, customized hoodie over his fight gear. Roxxi swaggers beside him. That insane grin on her face, a mask of dark pleasures.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds! Accompanied to the ring by The Switchblade Siren, Roxxi Chainsaw! From The lost highways of America! He is the current WCF People's Champion. THIS IS THE DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
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. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before climbing back down and waving his opponent on; leaning back against the ring post as he assumes a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
Zach Davis: This match is underway!!
Both competitors circle the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow and Zione Redington charge one another....
Gravedigger: Enzigiuri by Zione Redington!
Scarecrow stumbles backwards and eventually drops to one knee. The champion is shaking his head.
Zach Davis: That kick caught the champion off guard.
Freddy Whoa: Front kick by Redington!!
Redington charges towards Scarecrow....
Gravedigger: MEATHOOK CLOTHESLINE!!
The impact of the clothesline on Zione Redington, causes the challenger to flip a full rotation, before crashing down to the mat.
Zach Davis: The champion makes a cover....
Crowd: THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.... NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Freddy Whoa: The challenger barely kicked out.
The champion picks up the challenger, Redington fights back in a fury.
RIGHT JAB- RIGHT JAB- LEFT HOOK- RIGHT STRAIGHT PUNCH-LEFT UPPERCUT!!
The last uppercut causes Scarecrow to stumble backwards, bouncing off the ropes...
Gravedigger: Spinning heel kick on Zione Redington!!
The champion picks up his challenger, spins him around...
Zach Davis: Inverted ddt!!
Freddy Whoa: GUILLOTINE LEGDROP!!
Scarecrow picks up Redington and throws him into the ropes....
Gravedigger: WICKED KICK IN THE WEST.
Zione Redington drops to the mat, hard. Scarecrow picks him up.....
Zach Davis: Scarecrow picks up Zione Redington...
Freddy Whoa: MURDER OF CROWS!! Scarecrow is making the pin!!!
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match and still WCF People's Champion... SCAAAAAAAAAAARECROOOOOOOOOOOOWWW!!
Freddy Whoa: Zione Redington tried his best!!
Zach Davis: But, Scarecrow proved too strong and remains still People's Champion!!
"Fuse" by Neruoma begins to play, as Jackson "Fenix" White walks slowly to the ring with his hoody on his head. He carries a Portuguese flag on his back as he looks down to the ring. Kyle Steel makes an announcement...
Kyle Steel: Introducing the next match, for the Internet Title! This match is scheduled for one fall! First, the CHALLENGER!!! He weighs in at 247 pounds and wrestles from New York City, by way of Oporto, Portugal. He is "The Fenix" JACKSONNNNNNNNN WHITE!!!
Zach Davis: Another challenge for gold from Fenix here, tonight.
Gravedigger: Eventually he'll win a belt, right?
Freddy Whoa: Claims to have been training his ass off, and didn't spend a whole lot of time trash-talking like Alex Richards has.
Gravedigger: Well, Alex can trash-talk all he wants. He has the strap, so he makes the rules. Fenix hasn't done anything to warrant any shit-talking.
Fenix 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 posts it up in his corner, as it hangs from the turnbuckle. Fenix does some arm-circles as he warms himself up, as the first bars of "I'm Not Like Everybody Else" by The Kinks begins to play, as Alex Richards makes his way on to the stage, Internet Title in one hand, a doctor's bag in the other. Kyle Steel announces his arrival...
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zima... He is the reigning Internet Champion... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Freddy Whoa: And here comes our Internet champion. Is he drunk?
Gravedigger: Is it even possible to get drunk on Zima? Zach?
Zach Davis: Don't know. I don't drink.
Gravedigger: No wonder you're so boring...
Alex makes his way to the ring, as he interacts with the fans on the way to the ring. After making his way down to the ring, he drops his doctor's bag in his corner, before rolling into the ring, scowling at Fenix as he hands his title to the referee, who raises it over his head to a popping crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Look at these two. They did not exchange many pleasantries over the week.
Gravedigger: Are you surprised? Language barrier aside, its hard to get a word in edgewise with Alex Richards.
Zach Davis: I expect this to have some blood in it, perhaps. Neither of these men have any love for each other, as it stands...
Fenix comes out slow and methodical, but Alex Richards charges across the ring and slams Fenix into the turnbuckles. Alex hammers away at him with a few rights and lefts, before hip tossing him out into the middle of the ring. Richards then goes for a leg drop, but nobody is home, as Fenix recovers his feet and puts some distance between himself and Richards...
Zach Davis: Richards comes out firing, but miscues on the leg drop.
Gravedigger: What the hell is he waiting for? A written invitation? HIT HIM, YOU MORON!
Fenix seems to have heard Digger, as Fenix kneecaps Richards with a low dropkick, before grabbing the same leg and dragging Richards in the ring, keeping him from regaining a vertical position. Fenix first hits an elbow on Richards' knee, before getting to his feet and stomping away at the leg. Fenix then goes to the ropes, dragging Richards along as he does, as he places Richards leg on the ropes and jumps up and down on it. Richards just grimaces, as he raises his other foot, and pushes Fenix out of the ring and over the top ropes. Richards is slow to get to his feet, as is Fenix from his crash landing outside of the ring...
Zach Davis: Already we got a break, as both of these guys have went full bore at each other in this one...
Gravedigger: I'll give Fenix credit. He's a huge underdog in this one, but at least he hasn't been completely steamrolled like Richards' last opponents have.
Fenix recovers, and slides back into the ring, where a waiting Richards cuts him off with an elbow drop. Richards then pulls Fenix to his feet, and whips him into a turnbuckle, before hitting an avalanche splash into the corner, following it up with a Death Valley Driver in the middle of the ring. Richards goes for the cover...
Freddy Whoa: Richards with big power moves! How long can Fenix last?
Gravedigger: Yeah, he must've REALLY pissed off Richards for him to be hitting THIS hard.
Richards continues the abuse of Fenix, as Richards first stomps on Fenix, before pulling him to his feet and grabbing him up in a choke slam position...
Gravedigger: Looks like Richards is tired of him already...
However, Fenix slips the grasp of Richards as he rakes his fingers across the face of Alex. Fenix then hits a front kick on Alex, sending him off the ropes, before hitting a back body drop on Richards, following it up with an elbow drop. Fenix holds position, as the referee makes the count...
Zach Davis: And Richards PRESSES Fenix right off of himself!
Freddy Whoa: Amazing!
Gravedigger: You mean "whoa", right?
No further words are exchanged between the two, as Fenix attempts to regain his control on a recovering Alex Richards, first with a running kneelift, before attempting to slam Richards with a scoop slam...
Gravedigger: NO WAY!
No way is right, as Richards goes crashing down on top of Fenix. However, before the referee can initiate a count, Fenix has already slid out from underneath of Richards, as both men scramble to get to their feet first. Fenix achieves his feet first, before poking Richards in the eye. With Richards' back turned, Fenix sets him up for a belly to back suplex, which connects!
Gravedigger: Well, he got him up, finally...
Freddy Whoa: LOOK TO THE STAGE!
Zach Davis: What the hell is Jay Omega doing here?
Gravedigger: Oh, the guy who won't let Richards fight his own battles? Yeah, total shock he's here...
Omega walks to the ring, as Fenix looks down at him, and starts to shout obscenities in what we assume is in Portuguese. Omega fires back, as he chastises Fenix for his cheap tactics during the match. The referee continues to speak to Jay, as Alex Richards grabs Fenix from behind and goes...
Zach Davis: FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Here's the cover!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: And Fenix kicks out! This match is far from over!
Richards simply gets to his feet, dragging Fenix with him, before slinging him into a turnbuckle. Richards comes in with a running kneelift, before positioning himself onto the turnbuckles. He lifts Fenix up in a powerbomb, before coming off the turnbuckles with...
Zach Davis: SANITY SLIP!
Gravedigger: Yeah, he ain't getting up from that...
Freddy Whoa: The cover...
DING! DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and STILL the INTERNET CHAMPION! ALEX RICHARDS!!!
Zach Davis: One more successful title defense for Richards...
Gravedigger: Thanks to his "buddy" Jay Omega...
Freddy Whoa: What you talking about? He didn't get involved in the match, other than to inform the referee of the blatant cheating going on!
Gravedigger: Yeah, giving Richards the moment to pick up the victory. They call themselves the good guys, but what was good about all of that?
Zach Davis: Well, Fenix can raise his grievances with Mr. Lerch, but it is time now for the next segment of SLAM. We're taking you live, to...
Zach Davis: Got word that Mayhem and Logan are STILL fighting backstage.
The jumbotron catches up with the recent carnation of Mayhem and Logan; Logan is lifted up over Mayhem’s shoulders on top the roof of a car.
Freddy Whoa: Perfect time to tune back in.
Mayhem pulls Logan down hitting his finisher, the Cab Ride!
Zach Davis: THE CAB RIDE! MAYHEM JUST SCORED HIS NEW SIGNATURE MOVE ON LOGAN! AND RIGHT THROUGH THE GAWD DAMN WINDSHEILD.
Logan lays sprawled out, his back slightly sunken into the dented windshield of the car. Mayhem appears to be nursing his ribs from a previous injury endured when the cameras were off them. Mayhem rolls off the car, landing on his feet. Logan twitches a little, his eyes finally opening, though dazed.
Gravedigger: We don’t know how these two ended up in the parking lot, but I’m sure they left a mess to get there.
Freddy Whoa: Logan looks dead. Mayhem can barely walk; he appears to be nursing the left side of his ribs. Maybe they’re cracked.
Zach Davis: They’ve been fighting since BEFORE Slam even began, all the way back to Mayhem’s hotel.
Mayhem is simply resting against the side of the car, while Logan lies out on the hood, a trickle of blood running down the side of his face. Mayhem limps over to the hood and slams his fist down over the face of Logan, who barely moves upon being punched. Mayhem clinches his ribs in agony, falling down to one knee and propping himself up against the limo. Logan hasn’t moved a muscle since being dropped through the windshield.
Zach Davis: Getting reports that earlier while the two were fighting backstage that Mayhem was beaten viciously over his side by a crowbar.
Freddy Whoa: That explains while he’s having trouble moving. Guy probably has a punctured lung. And who the hell knows about Logan. He’s probably unconscious.
Mayhem shouts out in pain, reaching towards Logan, trying to hit him again despite the fact that Logan is lifeless. Mayhem misses Logan, crashes his fist into the hood, and slinks down off the side of the car’s hood. He rolls onto his side, grabbing at his ribs, and eventually his lids close over.
Zach Davis: I think Mayhem has passed out.
Freddy Whoa: You know it isn’t over between these two. I fully expect to see these two again next Sunday.
EMT’s finally arrive to the scene to check on Mayhem and Logan who have both fallen to one another’s horrendous assaults.
Before the Dune V Gemini Battle contest begins, we see a graphic for “Future Bet 2065” appear on screen, the face of Perry Fewel floats over the Arena Et Maurice Richard. Thumping music announces his arrival.
Perry Fewel: Future Bet 2065...odds are 7 to 1 for a Dune win! We’ve got a future shock special: 12 to 1 for Dune to tap! That’s 12 to 1 for an event that’s ALREADY HAPPENED! Bet in play, NOW! Ya fuccin’ mugs!
We return back to the arena, Gravedigger is furiously working his cell phone.
Zach Davis: Graves, what are you doing?
Gravedigger: Didn’t you hear the man, numbskull? Twelve to One for an event that’s already happened! Future shock specials are DA SHIT!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Wait! What if announcing what’s going to happen changes history? Isn’t that a paradox or something?
Graves stops typing...thinks about it...returns to typing.
Gravedigger: The FCC doesn’t allow paradoxes. That’s the GAWD DAMN LAW!
"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.
Zach Davis: Here’s Gemini! Led by the beautiful Vanessa, the man looks focused.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Hell of an uphill struggle for the Gemini man tonight, he’s giving away over a hundred pounds in weight!
Gravedigger: Fuck weight! Make me paper, motherfucker!
Gemini looks straight forward at the ring ignoring the jeers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini as he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get to his feet and removes his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring as he waits for Dune to arrive.
Zach Davis: If Gemini defeats Dune tonight, you’d have to say he’s in with a shot at the world championship belt, such is the power his opponent has over WCF at the moment.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Dune is the elegant monster Zac; the mind of a genius , piloting a juggernaut of power and rage. He’s an unstoppable force right now!
Gravedigger: Yeah, well George Foreman called, he wants his grill back! COME ON, GEMINI! YA FREAK!
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.
Battle wastes no time, knife edge chops followed by Openhand Punches, he’s working that face, trying to remove the mask!
Zach Davis: No fear from Gemini!
Short-arm clothesline by Gemini, tries to hand on and repeat the process, hits a brick wall as Dune swats him down with a Short-arm Clothesline of his own, follows that up with a Haymaker attempt, but Gemini ducks, the speed of Battle is blistering!
Zach Davis: The speed of Battle verses the strength of Dune! This will be catch as catch can!
Gemini locks in a reverse headlock!
Zach Davis: Gemini going for the God’s Paradox early!
Brutal forearms by Gemini, but Dune won’t relent! Gemini with another lift attempt, but Dune powers out! Death Valley Driver by Dune!
Zach Davis: Close! Damn Close!
Dune on the offense now, Scoop Powerslam followed by a Oklahoma Stampede!
Zach Davis: Welcome to planet rag doll, Mister battle!
Gravedigger: Win me paper, Gemini!
Gutwrench Powerbomb attempt by Dune, but Gemini FLOATS OUT! Standing Dropkick!...Dune Staggers...Standing Dropkick: part 2...Dune continues to stagger, but not fall...Standing Dropkick part 3! Finally, Dune topples!
Zach Davis: Whatever you think of Battle, the man has heart!
Standing moonsault splash by Gemini! Goes for the move again, CAUGHT IN MID AIR BY DUNE! Powerslam! Running Powerbomb!
Zach Davis: Gemini will not die!
Gemini heads to the corner, Dune charges, but is SNAKE EYED by Gemini! Dropkick, followed but with a sunset flip roll up!
Jawbreaker by Gemini, goes right back to work on that mask, forearms of fury as Gemini goes totally ballistic! Pounding the face of Dune as he staggers backwards. Gemini is SCREAMING for Dune to fall!
Desperation shove by Dune, Dune charges again, leaps at Gemini who ducks, SPRINGBOARD DOUBLE AXE HANDLE on Gemini!
Zach Davis: MY GAWD! The athleticism of Dune!
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!
Dune to his feet, Jumping Fist Drop on Gemini! Irish whip followed by a massive Big Boot!
Dune begins to stalk Gemini as his opponent staggers to his feet. Gemini turns, GUT KICK! Followed by a Double-underhook Crucifix Powerbomb attempt!!!
Zach Davis: Sandstorrm! Sandstorrm!
But Dune can’t lock in the arms in time as Gemini slithers out of the hold!
Neckbreaker on Dune! Jumping elbow drop! Dune sits up as Gemini bounces off the ropes for added speed as he hits a FLOAT OVER STUNNER on Dune!
Zach Davis: Dune is rocked!
Gemini calls for the end as he signals for the Victory March!
Gravedigger: This is it! Paper time!
Gemini rolls Dune onto his stomach, placing both feet onto the back of Dune’s knees and heaving the monster’s torso up with a scream of focused strength, stretching Dune’s massive arms back behind his spine as it begins to weaken under the cruel weight of the surfboard stretch!
Zach Davis: No way! Victory March locked in!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Impossible strength!
Gravedigger: Tap, Dune, TAP!!!
Gemini pulls back, harder and harder, searching for that elusive reverse headlock, and certain victory.
Zach Davis: Wait! Dune is powering out!
Gravedigger: No, what? FUCK!
Dune staggers TO HIS FEET! Carrying Gemini like some kind of bizarre rucksack! Flips Gemini over his shoulder, and hits a pitch perfect Neckbreaker out of nowhere!
Zach Davis: Incredible counter!
Gravedigger: Yeah, hip, hip, fucking hooray.
Both men are down as Moser begins to count...
Gemini and Dune run headlong at each other, a final clash of titans!
Freddy Whoa: DUST DEVIL!
Dune hits his patented kick!, and Gemini Battle's eyes glaze over.
Zach Davis: BUT HE DOESN'T GO DOWN!
Stunned that Gemini is still on his feet, Dune is slow to react and before he knows it Gemini's brain is able to go into autopilot and grab him.
Gravedigger: GOD'S PARADOX!
Both men fall to the mat, neither moving. The ref begins to count.
Freddy Whoa: Whoever moves first, whoever goes for the pin, gets the win!
Zach Davis: That's IF either of these warriors can move, Freddy!
Gravedigger: They're stirring..
Freddy Whoa: Forget the pin, someone has to get to their feet!
Zach Davis: Who is it gonna be!?
Gravedigger: We have a draw!
The ref signals for the bell!
Freddy Whoa: These two men took each other to the limit here tonight!, and they laid it all on the line.
Zach Davis: Dune is one week away for one of the biggest matches of his career, the finals of the Trilogy Tournament Cup. And Gemini Battle just proved he can go toe to toe with him any day of the week.
Medics show up to check on both men as we go to commercial.
Gravedigger: Semi main event time, ladies and gentlemen!
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.
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. Johnny Reb and Oblivion step out from behind the curtain. Several mixtures of boos and cheers goes up from the crowd. As they walk down the ramp, the cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion and Johnny Reb sneer at the camera. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Some of the nearby crowd continue to rock out, as The Chrono-Rippers proceed to walk down the entrance ramp. Their focus is only on those in the ring.
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. Johnny eschews the steps completely; he leaps 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 crown reacts with a mixed reaction. Both Johnny Reb and Oblivion jump down into the ring.
Zach Davis: Along with Dune last week, the Chrono-Rippers defeated half of Pantheon. Tonight, Reb and Oblivion take on one-third of Pantheon.
Speaking of, the "Mysterious Pantheon Theme" begins playing over the PA system and the crowd comes unglued. Out from the back walk Jayson Price and Corey Black, sending the crowd into a frenzy. They begin singing along with the Mysterious Pantheon Theme, whatever the words may be.
Gravedigger: They're singing the song! Haha I love it Maggle Zach!
Freddy Whoa: I can't make out the words.. can you Zach?
Zach Davis: PANTHEON! NUMBER ONE IN THE LAND! PANTHEON! SOMETHING SOMETHING IN THE BAG! KATE WINSLET IS MY BAE!
Gravedigger: You're just making shit up now.
Price and Black make it to the ring and slide in, standing face to face with The Chrono-Rippers once again to the delight of everyone in attendance. Ref Stan Moser asks two men to leave the ring, Corey Black and Oblivion do so, leaving Jayson Price and Johnny Reb to begin the contest.
DING DING DING
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! There's the bell.
Reb and Price circle, neither man really looking to rush into battle. Price approaches and we get a lockup, side headlock from Price, directly into a small package! The cover!
NO Johnny Reb barely escapes as the crowd gasps in shock! Both men back to their feet, Reb with a hiptoss and falling fist drop right to Price's head. Jayson sits up in pain and is met with a knee to the spine. Reb pulls Price up and tags in Oblivion who overpowers Price with an overhead forearm to the back. Then another. Oblivion pushes Price into his corner and distracts the ref while Reb chokes Price out with the tag rope!
Gravedigger: Classic tag work, well done.
Reb releases Price just as the ref turns around, Oblivion rushes in with a splash that drops Price to his stomach out of the corner. Reb is tagged back in and he climbs to the top rope before hitting a falling elbow drop to Price's spine. Reb guides Price to his feet yet again and runs at him - Price counters into a snap powerslam! Reb lands hard! Both men are back up, Price puts Reb down with a clothesline. Then another. Price is fired up! Reb stands and is met with a punch, punch, kick to the thigh, suplex!
Zach Davis: Price is stringing moves together like it was his job!
It is his job, and business is open! Short arm clothesline to Reb, Price holds on and pulls Reb up to a European Uppercut, still holding on and whipping Reb into Pantheon's corner. Price comes rushing in with a knee to the face! Corey puts his hand up for the tag, Jayson obliges and in comes Corey Black. Corey powerslams Reb to the mat and Price hits a stomp on his way out. Corey off the ropes and low dropkick to Reb's ribcage. Corey goes to hit the ropes again but Oblivion uses his long legs to kick Corey in the back. Corey stumbles forward and gets hit with a jawbreaker from Reb, then a neckbreaker. Reb tags in Oblivion and the monster is ready.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion is looking to kill!
Big time kick to the head, then a choke. Obi isn't messing around. With one hand Oblivion takes Corey Black off the mat and into the air with a chokeslam! Grabbing the legs and lifting again from the mat, powerbomb to Corey Black! Two high impact slams in a row! He's going for a third, but Corey lands on his feet behind Oblivion and tags in Price! Through the ropes with a shoulder block to the stomach, falling front kick to the chest! Jayson rolls backward and comes full speed ahead at the dazed monster with a clothesline that only phases Oblivion! Price goes for and hits a big sleeper slam that finally takes Obi down! Oblivion is back up, though, and is met with a rolling snapmare, which Price transitions into a single leg Boston Crab, trying to keep the monster down. Reb enters the ring after a few seconds and clubs at Price, causing him to not only break the hold, but get Corey Black into the ring. Corey pulls Reb off Price and throws him to the floor, following suit with a torpedo dive through the ropes and to the outside pushing Reb into the barricade!
Gravedigger: Suicide dive by Black!
Price was watching the action and didn't notice Oblivion! Obi with a club and he throws Price to the floor. Oh no.. Oblivion to the top rope?! OBI-SAULT TO THE FLOOR TAKING OUT BOTH BLACK AND PRICE! HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!
Zach Davis: Whoa!
Freddy Whoa: DAYUM!
Everyone is down on the floor, the ref isn't even counting, he's lost control. Oblivion is the first to stir, he grabs Price and tosses him back in the ring, then Reb. Johnny Reb gets his bearings about him and to the top - SOUTHERN STAR! The pin!
COREY BLACK PULLS REB OUT OF THE RING AGAIN!
Gravedigger: Reb had that won!
Corey picks Reb up in a suplex and drops him on the apron in a release! Oblivion rushes and Corey dropkicks him in the kneecap, sending Obi flipping into the barricade! Reb is sitting up now, Corey runs at the steps, leaps off and drives Reb back down to the apron with knees to the chest! Oblivion is back up and kicks Corey's head clean off as he was rushing in!
Zach Davis: Obi cuts Black off!
Order seems to be restored as Oblivion goes to his corner and begs for a tag, but Reb isn't all there. Price has begun stirring, looking around and not seeing his partner. Instead, Price does what Price does best, he walks over to Oblivion and slaps the taste out of the monster's mouth.
Gravedigger: I don't have any idea what that was for.
Oblivion is enraged! He steps through the ropes to get to Jayson but the ref stops him. Price walks over to Reb AND GETS PUNCHED IN THE DICK. Reb with a quick cover, FEET ON THE ROPES! OBI TURNS THE REF AROUND!
NO Price kicks out! Reb is furious, he picks Jayson up and SUPERKICK! PRICE SNAPPED ONE OFF! Reb drops.. RIGHT INTO A TAG! OBLIVION IS IN! Jayson can't do anything but brace for impact as Oblivion puts his shoulder through Jayson's chest sending Price clear across the ring! Oblivion goes to retrieve Price but Corey Black trips him up under the ropes, tags himself in and with another kick to Oblivion's leg takes him down to a knee - SHINING WIZARD! Into a pin!
REB BREAKS IT UP! Corey rolls off as fast as he can and goes to toss Reb over the top, but Reb lands on the apron, scurries up the turnbuckles and hits a diving huricanranna to Corey! Corey rolls through and into the hands of Oblivion - Dirtnap! Double arm DDT! Reb runs at Oblivion, Obi throws him into and air and Reb lands on Black with a senton! Oblivion with the cover as Reb leaves the ring!
FOOT ON THE ROPE! Oblivion is irate, he peels what is left of Corey off the mat. Goozle around the neck again.. OBLIVION THROWS COREY BLACK OVER THE TOP ROPE, INTO JAYSON PRICE! Both men fall hard to the floor! Oblivion follows and grabs them both, stacking them up and lifting both men at once into a sideslam. Johnny Reb climbs to the top rope - NO FUCKING WAY - SOUTHERN DISCOMFORT TO THE FLOOR! OBLIVION SLAMS PANTHEON TO THE FLOOR AS REB COMES DOWN WITH THE SHOOTING STAR ELBOW!
Zach Davis: Good lord this is brutal.
Oblivion grabs Black again from the floor, and throws him back into the ring. Reb and Price are toast, but at least Reb is crawling around to his corner. Price isn't moving at all. Oblivion to the top himself now - OBI-SAULT! - NO - BLACK GOT THE KNEES UP! Oblivion bounces off Black and falls near his corner, where Johnny Reb is getting up finally. Reb tags in, Black is trying to stand, Reb helps him to the corner and sits Corey on the top. Reb climbs up too. Rana - no! Blocked! Reb flips down and lands on his feet, Corey leaps forward with a front dropkick! Corey dives for his corner and tags in Price who runs right at Reb and hits a big rolling elbow! Reb has none of it! Elbow of his own! Jayson spins for another but stops, flips off Reb and ducks, COREY BLACK FLIES IN WITH A BLOCKBUSTER NECKBREAKER FROM THE MAT!
Oblivion is in now, he punches both Corey and Jayson back. Both men rush again, only to be pushed back toward the ropes.
Zach Davis: Everyone in this match is exhausted.
Pantheon comes full speed back at Oblivion who takes them both down with big clotheslines. Jayson Price is pulled up and pressed overhead - OBLIVION THROWS JAYSON PRICE INTO THE SECURITY BARRICADE FROM INSIDE THE RING! Obi turns his attention to Black, he grabs Corey around the neck and picks him off the mat into 5150! Reb off the top with another Southen Discomfort! 5150 proof! The pin from Reb!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Zach Davis: The Chrono-Rippers are triumphant!
The bell sounds as Corey rolls out of the ring. Oblivion and Reb stand tall, an evil grin across the face of Dark Johnny.
Freddy Whoa: I fear we're seeing the Chrono-Rippers become more and more powerful every week, guys. They've now beaten Pantheon themselves! And two long time Pantheon members at that!
Gravedigger: They are a force to be reckoned with, no doubt about it, Freddy. No doubt about it.
Zach Davis: What will happen at Aftermath? We've got our epic World Title rematch between ICE Beckman and the Godfather, Bobby Cairo himself. We've got Jay Omega versus Dune in the Trilogy Cup Finals. I can't wait!
With that, Slam fades to black.
As we come back from commercial, "Crying Like a Bitch" by Godsmack starts playing over the system. The camera sweeps the crowd before landing on the stage, where we see Grime, Maddox, Brittany, Mystic and Q-Ball standing. They move aside, as two more men come out, both dressed in suits. One is about 6'2", with salt and pepper hair, the other is 6'9", and is a large African-American with a bald head and is heavily muscled. The shorter man smiles as he looks around the arena, then heads for the ring, as the others fall in behind him. Grime has his taped up WCF TV title draped over his left shoulder. Q-Ball is carrying his case holding the sycamore cane wrapped in razor wire and Maddox has a package of Gummy Bears that he has been eating since his match.
As they get to the ring, the large black man hops up onto the apron, and spreads the ropes to allow Jacob through. The wrestlers all climb in their own way. Q-Ball goes over, and demands a mic, which is promptly given to him. He hands it to the salt and pepper haired gentleman. As the music ends, he smiles as he waits for a moment before speaking.
Jacob Kilconey: For those of you who don't know me, my name is Jacob Kilconey.
Zach Davis: Everyone part of this group is out here except The Dark Prince.
Gravedigger: I wonder if that means anything. Could that mean Dark Prince had second thoughts?
There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as some actually do recall the name.
Jacob: I have come on the request of Q-Ball and Grime because after Grime having worked here since mid-February and Q-Ball starting the middle of last month it seems they have some grievances that just aren't getting addressed.
Grime goes over to the ropes behind Jacob and looks down at the fans at ringside and telling them to shut up.
Zach Davis: Grievances?!
Gravedigger: I know what Grime can do with his grievances.
Jacob Kilconey: First of all, last week Lilith and Logan poisoned the crowd. Not that any of you really matter to me personally, but I have brought all of you a present…
The camera sweeps the crowd, as we see a lot of men in suits handing out, of all things, barf bags.
Jacob Kilconey: This is just in case. We don't want the floor all messed up. The only reason you need these is because of the incompetence of a man by the name of Seth Lerch. He knows who poisoned the crowd, yet did nothing about it. What do you do when a child does something wrong? You discipline them so they don’t do it again. What kind of business man allows such things to take place? Things that are bad for business. It just goes to show that all Seth is good for is that, week after week, being a disgrace to the wrestling industry.
Crowd: BARF! BARF! BARF!
Freddy Whoa: This Jacob Kilconey guy may be an asshole but he’s getting these fans into it.
Gravedigger: These fans aren’t into what he’s doing. They’re just making things more interesting.
Jacob smiles as he waits for it to die down.
Jacob Kilconey: Now, if I ran the WCF, first of all, the FCC wouldn't be interfering with my shows. Second, I would deal with Lilith and Logan's actions last week, right here and now, and in my own way.
Crowd: You’re fired! You’re fired! You’re fired!
Jacob: And then there's the shoddy ring construction. Last week, we saw Q-Ball get tangled up in a loose bottom rope as he was trying to break up a pin in his triple match. This shows that the man who is supposed to supervise everything in his company sits back in his office, every once in a while he’ll come out and say something. Maybe be a special referee. But, when something like poisoning the crowd happens all he has the guts to do is give a slap on the wrist and say don’t do it. Once again, he’s a disgrace to this business. The problems in the WCF begin at the top with Seth Lerch, and he will soon enough see things as we do. A change will come, is coming, and there is nothing... that anyone can do about. It is because of Seth Lerch that I am here to represent…The Movement.
Jacob Kilconey: As for the Hardcore title, Seth Lerch wants to bore you people. How often do you see it being defended? I recall a time when Q-Ball was defending the NSWA Hardcore title 24/7. Does Jay Omega, the WCF Hardcore Champion, defend that title every week? NO!!! He defends it…once in a blue moon.
Crowd: JAY OMEGA!!! JAY OMEGA!!! JAY OMEGA!!!
Gravedigger: Fans letting them hear it!
Zach Davis: The Hardcore Champion chants resounding through this arena.
Jacob waits for the fans to calm down again before speaking.
Jacob Kilconey: However…Grime does defend his title every week. He even takes on two matches in one night after defending the Television Title. What does that tell you? The Television Championship title is a much tougher belt to hold…because Seth Lerch doesn’t want the Hardcore Champion to get hurt. Now, is that what a Hardcore Champion is about? No. That’s why Seth Lerch has to make a decision. An ultimatum if you will.
Crowd: Ulti-ma-tum! Ulti-ma-tum!
The wrestlers in the ring smile and nod at Jacob as "Crying Like a Bitch" plays again. Stone once again spreads the ropes for Jacob and everyone leaves the ring.
Gravedigger: Yeah, I’d like to get my hands on Grime.
Freddy Whoa: You and just about everyone else in the WCF.
Zach Davis: Well, they better watch out because Grime is still unstoppable in singles competition.
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 motor boated!
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.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the WCF Hardcore Championship! Introducing first, from The Poondocks, weighing in at 225 pounds he is one half of the WCF Tag Team Champions... KAZ MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY!
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 he awaits his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent, from the Imperial Isle of Maritopia...
The steady rhythmic drumming of A Perfect Circle's "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums" starts pounding out through the PA system, and the lights in the arena take on a crimson tone. The stage lights pulse in time with the beat, and a spotlight centers on the curtain when the bass kicks in.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at two hundred twenty-six pounds, he is the Hardcore Champion... The Hardcore Maniac, JAAAY OOOMEEEGAAA!!!
The Hardcore Maniac, Jay Omega steps out onto the stage, and stalks to the top of the ramp. Omega stops long enough to sweep a baleful glare across the crowd, then unfastens his custom Hardcore Championship belt from around his waist and raises it overhead to a mixed reaction. The Hardcore Maniac lowers the title belt after a moment, and heads straight down the center of the ramp; avoiding contact with any of the fans. At ringside Omega rolls under the bottom rope, climbs to his feet, and hands the strap off to the referee before leaning against his corner.
Zach Davis: Not that the introductions are out of the way, let's talk about what a blockbuster of a match we're looking at here for our main event.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega versus Kaz Mazy with the Hardcore Title on the line. I know sometimes people say I say this too much, but...WHOA!
Gravedigger: This isn't going to be pretty. It's going to be a knockdown, all out brawl between these guys. I'm more than excited.
Zach Davis: Easy Digger, we don't need you knocking on the bottom of the table.
Gravedigger: One Grave Marker and I'll leave you drooling and twitching in a hospital bed, Davis.
Freddy Whoa: And with that let's get this going!
Zach Davis: Wait! I didn't get to yell MAIN EVENT T-
Freddy Whoa: NO TIME! LET'S GET GOING!
Referee Zip Wingdinger takes the Hardcore Title from Omega, shows it to Kaz, then to the audience and then one last time to Omega before handing it off to Kyle Steel as he leaves the ring.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Zach Davis: That's the bell and this match is underway!
Kaz comes out to the center of the ring first, followed by Omega. They meet dead center in the ring, eyes burning through each other's skulls.
Freddy Whoa: These two have been at a war of words all week, trading barbs like prize fighters.
Gravedigger: Words are one thing, but when it comes to a fight they don't mean jack.
The trash talking is far from over as Kaz and Omega are still jawing at each other. Kaz apparently finally says the magic words and Omega nods before starting to turn away, only to turn back and throw a right hand. It connects with the jaw of Kaz and rocks him a bit. Kaz though comes right back with a right of his own. Then it's Omega, followed by Kaz.
Zach Davis: Well Freddy, you compared them to prize fighters and they're looking like that now!
The referee can't do jack about all the punches being thrown since it's No Disqualifications, so he just hangs back near the ropes, trying his damndest not to step into the path of the bombs. Omega throws a right just a bit high and Kaz ducks it, jamming his elbow into the gut of Omega in the process. Omega doubled over for just a second but it's enough for Kaz to catch him with a kick to the back of the knees. Kaz with another shot as Omega tries to pop back up, putting him right back down onto one knee. Kaz grabbing Omega by the head and he tries for a snap DDT, but Omega counters, taking Kaz to the mat with a double let takedown.
Freddy Whoa: What a reversal!
Omega with the mount and he grabs two handfuls of Kaz's hair before pulling his head up off the mat and slamming it back down. Omega repeatedly slamming Kaz's head now as the referee is powerless.
Zach Davis: Well this certainly is a different Omega we're seeing!
Gravedigger: We'd heard about this other side of Omega, I suppose it was bound to come out after he won the Hardcore Title.
Omega seemingly intent on driving Kaz's head through the mat until finally Kaz is able to roll him off. Kaz up to his feet and Omega is right up after him. Omega grabs him by the arm and tries to twist him around into a hammerlock but Kaz reverses it and shoves him chest first into the ropes. Omega bounces back and Kaz grabs him in a waistlock. Kaz with the German suplex attempt but Omega lands on his feet. Omega with the waistlock and he tries for a German of his. Kaz blocks it with his leg and surprises Omega with a roll up.
Zach Davis: No! Kickout by Omega!
Both men back up to their feet and Kaz tries for the tie-up. They do it and Kaz gets Omega in a side headlock. Omega powers out of it and sends Kaz into the ropes. Kaz comes bouncing back and Omega goes for a leg lariat. Kaz ducks it and hits the ropes on the other side of the ring. Back comes Kaz and he takes Omega to the mat with a running crossbody. Kaz tries for the pin attempt again but Omega shoves him off before the referee can start the count.
Freddy Whoa: I have to say I'm loving this nonstop action from these two.
Zach Davis: Yes it is rather exhilarating!
Gravedigger: All right, turn down the gay about 5 or 6 notches, okay champ?
Omega the first one back up to his feet and he grabs a handful of Kaz's luxurious locks once again. Omega now painfully bending Kaz backward at the waist before using his free hand to chop him across the chest. Omega with a few more to the delight of the crowd.
Crowd: WOOO! WOOO! WOOO!
Zach Davis: What innovation with this hold!
Gravedigger: What staleness by this crowd. Seriously, don't they know any new cheers?
Omega a bit slow with one of his chops and Kaz is able to get his hands up to block it. Kaz with a hold on the wrist of Omega and he catches him off guard with a pele style kick to the face. Omega knocked back into the ropes and he has to hold himself up for a second to shake it off. Kaz up to his feet and he's clutching his visibly red chest but he runs straight at Omega and clotheslines him over the top rope. Omega sent crashing to the floor right in front of the announce table as Kaz takes a breather by the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: The champ landed hard right here in front of us as Kaz is looking to take control once again.
Kaz hops over the top rope and onto the apron as he's willing Omega to get back up to his feet. Omega grabs hold of the announce table and pulls himself up as Kaz leaps up onto the second rope and then springboards backward with a moonsault. Omega turns around and Kaz crashes into him, sending him backfirst into the table.
Zach Davis: WHOA! LOOK OUT!
All three announcers shove their chairs back as the table rocks just a bit from the impact. Kaz is left laying chest first on the table as Omega stays on his feet briefly before dropping to the ground, clutching his back. Replays are shows as the crowd pops for the action.
Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING! THIS IS WRESTLING! THIS IS WRESTLING!
Kaz pushing himself up on the table as Omega is trying to pull himself to his knees. Kaz grabs hold of him by the head and pulls him roughly to his feet. Kaz trying to get Omega up onto the table but Omega fights back with a right hand to the face. Omega now grabbing Kaz by the ankles and he yanks him down backfirst onto the table. Kaz letting out a sharp cry of pain as a monitor catches him in the lower back.
Gravedigger: My sunglasses! Watch my sunglasses!
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell wears sunglasses insided? At night at that.
Zach Davis: Corey Hart?
Gravedigger: It's sad that you know that.
Omega now grabbing Kaz by the head and he lays into him with a few right hands before leaving him laying on the table. Omega now turning his attention to the ring as he goes under the apron.
Freddy Whoa: What's the champ going for here?
Gravedigger: Can anyone see if my sunglasses are okay?
Omega roots around for a moment before reappearing with a kendo stick. The crowd pops as Omega brandishes it in the air for effect before slamming it down on the stomach of Kaz. Kaz covers up his gut and leaves his chest wide open so Omega cracks the stick over it as well. Kaz rolls off the table and to the ground and gets a shot across the back for his trouble.
Zach Davis: And things are really starting to look bad for the challenger here.
Kaz facedown on the ground as Omega tosses the kendo stick into the ring and tries to pull Kaz up. Kaz lets himself be pulled up just a bit before he turns and jams something into Omega's face. Omega backs off, clutching at his eye in pain as the camera zooms in on Kaz's hand.
Gravedigger: My sunglasses!
Kaz has broken one of the arms of Digger's sunglasses and just jammed the end into Omega's face. The camera zooms in on Omega and we see Kaz barely missed the eye but left a definite cut under it. Kaz rushes at Omega and grabs him by the head, trying his damndest to stab Omega in the eyeball. Omega grabbing hold of the wrist and trying to keep from becoming half blind. Kaz with a kick to the back of the knees, sending Omega to the ground. Kaz now digging that sharp edge into the forehead of Omega, drawing lines of blood right in front of the crowd.
Zach Davis: This has become brutal to watch but the crowd can't seem to get enough of it.
Freddy Whoa: Oh will you stop sulking Digger? You probably have a hundred pairs of those glasses.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but still, those were mine damn it!
Kaz tosses the bloody arm into the crowd to fight over before pulling Omega back up to his feet. Kaz grabbing Omega by the back of his head and he rams him headfirst into the ring post. Omega slumps down to one knee but Kaz quickly pulls him back up and leads him over to the announce table. Kaz bounces him face first off the table not once, not twice but thrice. Omega falls over to the ground as Kaz begins to clear off the table.
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh! This could get a whole lot uglier!
Kaz tosses the last of the three monitors to the side and then pulls Omega up. Kaz now rolling Omega onto the table before climbing up himself. The fans are on their feet in preparation for something big as Kaz lets Omega start to get up on him own before spinning him around.
Freddy Whoa: Kaz is calling for the Lubrication Twist!
As Kaz spins, Omega is able to shove him away!, and Kaz falls right off the announce table. Kaz stumbles up and turns around and Omega jumps off.
Zach Davis: FLYING NECKBREAKER FROM THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!
Kaz's head is planted on the cement! Omega holds his back for a moment before going for the pin!
Gravedigger: Omega retains!
Omega's music hits as the ref tries to hand him the belt, but he's struggling to get to his feet after such a hard fought matchup.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega is one week away from facing Dune at the finals of the Trilogy Cup Tournament at Aftermath, guys. He may've won tonight, but at what cost?
Zach Davis: Exactly. His body went through hell.
Gravedigger: And don't forget, this was Pantheon versus Vapor Kings, and we've got the Trios Cup Tournament coming up soon too. Intrigue all around!
Omega is finally able to get to his feet and thrusts his Title high in the air to a huge pop as Slam fades to black.