The scene opens with a close up shot of the People's Championship. The strap gleams with a golden hue, dulled only by a slither of dried blood. Over this we hear Scarecrow's gravel laced voice.
Scarecrow: I want you all to take a good look at this. This is my Championship, my title. The People's Championship. Last week on Slam, I was attacked. For this belt. The dried blood that you see smeared upon it, represents the utter frustration of my enemies, their capitulation, and finally...their failure. It is a symbol, the changing of the guard this industry is constantly undergoing. For I bleed the new blood, the new order. For I am the future. Those that I face? Stand in the shadow of progress. Those that attempt to disrupt my path to becoming the next WCF world heavyweight champion at Ultimate Showdown? Will only learn the one true lesson this belt can provide. Look upon my blood. For as much as you can make me bleed? You cannot make me submit. Or alter my course. For It is plotted. It is set. Ultimate showdown shall be my crowning achievement, my masterpiece. I will unravel the cosy exceptions of this industry and blow this insular little world wide open. My time, if you haven't already noticed, has begun. I headline tonight's show. I hold court over the destiny of the U.S. Championship. The fate of that belt rests now in my hands.
The camera pans out. We discover we're inside a dressing room, there appears to be some shattered furniture scattered about. Crow is dressed for combat, with a pair of cut off jeans over his wrestling drunks. And a new black and purple Scarecrow Tee shirt for company. He's holding his title aloft.
Scarecrow: We live in a world of bikers, Sentinels, and imperious soldiers. But most of all? We live in a world of Pantheon. The fulcrum that holds it all together. When Corey Black chose me to join Pantheon, he saw the old Creeping Death staring back at him, and while he may have left that chapter of his life behind, he can still recognize the need for it's legacy to remain. For someone to assume the duties a Creeping Death represents. See, Vulgar...Kyle Kemp. Last week on Slam, your frustration, your failure to gain an upper hand on the People's Champion? On the Internet Champion? Well, that comes with penalties. With retribution. And since today is my birthday? Well, I decided to make sure to give myself a few gifts. Manly, your broken bodies, lying still at my feet.
The camera pans out even further now, we see that Kyle Kemp and Vulgar have been attacked, they're out cold.
Scarecrow: Tonight, time runs out for Mikey eXtreme. As it did for Kyle Kemp and Vulgar. As it will for all those that stand between myself and ascension to the highest echelon this company can provide, the World Heavyweight Championship. At Blast, I shall defend the People's title, and at Showdown? I will combine it with the Heavyweight title, to create a true belt for the people. An ultimate accolade that shall shine with blinding brilliance for the world to marvel and remunerate over for decades to come. The People's Heavyweight Championship. Consider it my gift to the world, on this, my birthday. Now, if you'll excuse me, I think there's cake.
Crow steps over the still bodies of Kyle Kemp and Vulgar as he motions off camera. All the while singing a sinister, off key rendition of a familiar song.
Scarecrow: Happy Birthday...to me. Happy Birthday...to me. Happy Birthday, Mister ScarrrrrreCrowwww. Happy. Birth. Day. To......Me.
Scene fades to black.
Born in the USA begins to play, as the crowd loses their minds, and scenes of Gonzo are seen on the big screen executing the Chuck Norris Special on several WCF stars in beat with the song, past and present, on the big screen, as smoke starts to fill the ramp area. Gonzo then appears on the top of the ramp, dressed in his usual black long-sleeve turtleneck, cargo shorts, and shooting vest with DRG patches on it, to include indication as a "Nomad". The Trios Title rests around his waist, before moving to the ring, as several fans try to go over the guardrails in an effort touch his outstretched hands...
Zach Davis: And Baltimore seems to be fully behind Gonzo, as he comes to the ring before going into Blast next week!
Freddy Whoa: And after last week, there are a lot of questions that need to be answered, such as Gonzo's attack on John Mullins, Sr. and maybe even some insight on what went down with Bobby Cairo!
Gravedigger: Maybe. Gonzo seems to know a lot about everyone and everything. Its slightly unnerving...
Once inside the ring, he spins in the middle of the ring, as he takes his Trios Title and holds it above his head, as he goes to every corner, and the crowd gets louder and louder as holds the title up for them to see their champion. After the last corner, he hops down from the turnbuckle, places his title over his shoulder, as he calls for a microphone from the ring attendant, as "Born in the U.S.A." begins to fade from the speakers. The crowd is still cheering wildly, as Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: It's fucking great to be back in the Chesapeake Bay area!
And the fans lose their minds some more, as the noise manages to drown out the voice of Gonzo, who was continuing, but laughs at the futile effort of speaking over the loud and excited Baltimore crowd. The fans calm down again, as Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: And now, for a few words. As most of you saw, I did indeed attack John Mullins, Sr. after he attacked all of The Sentinels, to include Occulo, who I understand has been severely injured. My only regret is that I didn't hurt that fucking evil bastard more than I managed to do before Dune dragged me off of him...
The fans agree, as they pop loud at the statement made about the attack on John Mullins, Sr. Gonzo then says...
Gonzo Murdock: As for the match last week? Well, it was wild, to say the least. I never saw that coming. Only for him to retire right after the match...
The fans start to chant "BOB-BY, BOB-BY, BOB-BY" over and over, despite his status as a heel prior to his departure...
Gonzo Murdock: I cannot speak for Bobby, or Kaz for that matter, in what went down. All I can say is I wish you the best, Bobby. And if you ever want that scrap, you know where to find me...
Zach Davis: The sudden retirement of Bobby Cairo. Nobody saw it coming!
Gravedigger: I did, but then again, I've been around for awhile.
Gonzo Murdock: Now despite all of this, I still got static with Sentinels. Got Howard Black thinking he's better than me, for some strange reason. Because Dune is your partner? You know what? I stood toe to toe with him, and walked away. More than what most could say, isn't it? But don't worry, Dune has been VERY vocal about that point that we will finish our business at Blast up the road in New Jersey...
The crowd pops a bit at the mention of Blast, Gonzo, and Dune all meeting in a week. Gonzo then says...
Gonzo Murdock: But enough about Howard. Hell, I don't want to hear any more of his lip until maybe NEVER! Rather, I want to hear from Dune, rather than the self-appointed mouthpiece that is Howard Black. So Dune, be so kind as to grace your loving masses with your presence. I await you...
Gonzo lowers his microphone, as the fans start to chant "DUNE, DUNE, DUNE!!!" as Gonzo eggs on the fans to cheer louder for the World Champion and his appearance on SLAM. The cheers become deafening, and they remain so while Gonzo stands in the ring staring up at the entranceway. However, after sustaining their roar for nearly half a minute, the crowd begins to die down a bit. Disappointment marks the faces of the WCF Faithful as the camera pans through the sea of them, each one staring at the curtain in eager anticipation of an appearance by the WCF World Champion.
Gonzo raises the microphone to his mouth and his about to speak when the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit and the lights in the arena dim. The crowd erupts at the sound of Dune's theme, and when they see him emerge through the curtain the roof nearly explodes. He makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the screams of fans as he descends the ramp. He slides into the ring and shoots to his feet as the lights come back on. He gestures for a mic, and one of ringside workers tosses one to him. He catches it and looks into Gonzo's eyes as he speaks.
Dune: You rang?
Gonzo glares back into the ice-blue eyes of Dune with the glare of his own charcoal-black eyes. Neither would budge an inch, but Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: Nice to see you! Last I saw of you, you interrupted me from doing you guys a solid, but I forgive you. That is your business to handle. My only business was to ensure you didn't come to me at Blast damaged. Otherwise, the squabble is yours, and I apologize for interfering.
Dune nods, as Gonzo continues holding the microphone up, saying...
Gonzo Murdock: But I won't lie, I have a vested interest in your well-being. At least until the match, when I can show everyone that regardless of that title, I will kick your ass. Just making sure that point has been driven home. Because you didn't walk out of that ring the same way after your encounter with me, did you?
Dune: No, Deuce - I didn't walk away the same. I left the ring after squaring off with you a week ago with a far better understanding of just what I'll be up against at Blast.
Dune takes a step toward Deuce.
Dune: And I'd never been more confident that I'd retain my Title since watching you pin Corey Black to become the #1 Contender for it. You talk about kicking my ass - sure, you might do a bit of that. But every match I've won saw me getting my ass kicked at least a little bit. I take no shame in a few bumps and bruises. After all, this is a fighting sport, Deuce. What it comes down to is who gets their ass kicked worse and eats the pin, and only fools and Gonzo Murdock believe that won't be you.
Dune: You put up a fight against The Sentinels and managed to escape with a win last week, but keep in mind our injured partner, Occulo. His Father may have done a number on him after the fight, but he was damn near done in before the opening bell. So don't get cocky, Deuce - you've got a win over The Sentinels because you were lucky enough to be booked alongside Bobby Cairo. You know it; I know it; the entire world knows it.
Gonzo smiles as he shakes his head, as he says...
Gonzo Murdock: Oh yeah, Cairo saves the day, before he disappears and retires! Cairo wouldn't have been in a position to do what he did if it wasn't for me. Its called doing what is necessary in order for the team to win. I had no idea kicking you in the face after trying to hit the Sandstorm on Bobby would play out so well, but I guess I'm a lucky guy like that. But you don't have to worry about anybody on my end come Blast. Hell, you get to leave Howie and Occulo in the locker room, so you'll have nobody to blame on your loss but yourself when the bell sounds and Blast comes to a conclusion, as I take that belt from you and hoist it over MY HEAD!
Gonzo Murdock: Yeah, you want to guarantee a victory over me? Do you know where you are? Have you been paying attention? EVERYBODY'S BEEN TRYING TO MURK MY ASS! YET HERE'S MY CRACKER-ASS, IN YOUR FACE, AND YOU'RE SCARED!!! You didn't expect someone like me, or rather, someone like YOU, to come into this ring and face you so soon after your conquest, did you?Determined, skilled, cold-blooded, calculating. I'm not someone you can just throw around and crush because you want it to be so! YOU'RE going to find out, just like every other asshat in the back who's tried to put me down for good, what happens when your mouth writes a check your body can't cash! Win or lose, you're never going to want to set foot in the ring against me again!
Dune: You're right, after Blast I won't want to step foot in the ring with you again. Why would I? As the Champ, it's a true challenge I'm after, and while you can certainly hold your own, you'll never hold the World Title so long as you have to get through me to attain in it. I'd rather fight someone who's got a fighting chance...and that's not you, Gonzo.
Gonzo Murdock: Well, you're going to find out at Blast that I am the man, and you're just a placeholder. As far as I'm concerned, you're just a guy who got lucky against ICE, after he broke his ass holding that title for almost a year. Congratulations, you beat a very tired guy who needed the help of Buddy Roman to hold that belt to begin with. Some "champ" you are. Meanwhile, I've paid my dues, I've took my time, and I know the scene. You think your size, cunning, or arrogance is going to save you against me? You're sadly mistaken...
Gonzo's face then wrinkles, with Dune right in his face, as Gonzo says...
Gonzo Murdock: Oh, and I hate to break it to you, but your mask and your mouthwash ain't quite cutting it when it's coming to your breath! You need to step out of my face...
Gonzo shoves off Dune, who looks a bit surprised that Gonzo could shove him back a few steps as the crowd reacts loudly. Dune comes back and shoves Gonzo backwards hard enough to send him into the ropes, which Gonzo uses to springboard into Dune, as he drives a fist into the head of Dune.
Zach Davis: AND GONZO HITS DUNE!
Dune goes backwards and off the ropes, and comes back to hit Gonzo with a nasty clothesline that takes him off his feet.
Gravedigger: DUNE RETALIATES!
Zach Davis: BUT GONZO’S RIGHT BACK UP!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Dune turns and rebounds off the ropes once more, but Gonzo ducks another clothesline and hits Dune in the gut with a spinning heel –kick.
Gravedigger: Van Damme Special on Dune!
Zach Davis: Not quite, ‘Digger…technically that was a bit low to be called a –
Freddy Whoa: HOLY MOTHER OF – !
Gonzo has Dune’s bent-over head in a standing scissor-lock before he signals with both arms out to his side in a crucifix position.
Gravedigger: Is he…he can’t be….
Zach Davis: He’s going to put the Sandstorm on Dune!
But before he can lock his arms around Dune’s waist, Dune reverses it and tosses Gonzo off him with a back body-drop. Gonzo is quick to his feet, and Dune spins…
Freddy Whoa: CHUCK NORRIS SPECIAL!
But Gonzo ducks it in time, and he spears Dune to the mat as the crowd erupts. Dune gains the upper hand on the ground and gets a couple punches and a hard elbow to the face before Gonzo flips him over and begins to strike.
Zach Davis: This is out of control! These two are going to kill each other before a week before they’re scheduled to meet for the World Title!
Gravedigger: What the hell is Seth doing right now! He’s letting the Main Event of Blast go down right here, right now! If he doesn’t -
"Master of Puppets" by Metallica begins to blare from the speakers, as a sea of yellow bodies rush from behind the curtain to the ring with zero pretense as to what their job will entail. The security guards hit the ring as Dune whips Gonzo into the ropes, with the first security guard grabbing Dune paying for it with a hip toss, before Dune elbows the second security guard, who goes stumbling out of the ring. Gonzo hits the third and fourth security guards with a cross body block on his way back to Dune, before getting on his feet.
Both men look at each other, as the ring is scattered with the bodies of four security officers. Both men rush at each other, before we hear...
Seth Lerch: ENOUGH!!! I WILL SUSPEND OR FIRE BOTH OF YOUR ASSES RIGHT NOW IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS SHIT STIRRING!!!
And a rain of boos come down from the crowd, as both Dune and Gonzo refrain from striking each other after hearing Seth's voice over the PA system. Both men look disappointed, but they turn towards Seth, as he continues to speak to the wrestlers and the fans...
Seth Lerch: I DID NOT EXPECT THIS FROM YOU WHEN YOU BECAME THE WORLD CHAMP, DUNE!!! I EXPECT THIS SHIT FROM BOBBY CAIRO OR NATURAL 'ICE' BECKMAN, BUT YOU???
The crowd boos loudly, as you can visibly see Dune roll his eyes in the ring, as Gonzo laughs. Seth then says...
Seth Lerch: WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT, GONZO? YOU'RE FUCKING LUCKY TO EVEN HAVE A JOB! IF YOU DIDN'T WIN THAT CONTENDERSHIP, I WAS SERIOUSLY GOING TO CONSIDER FIRING YOUR ASS!!!
Gonzo's eyes go wide, as Dune looks at Gonzo sideways. Gonzo runs off some inaudible obscene dialogue, before Seth continues on...
Seth Lerch: Quit talking about.... MY MOM!
Crowd: MUSCLE MAN! MUSCLE MAN!
Seth Lerch: ONE FUCKING WEEK! JUST ONE FUCKING WEEK! EVERY GODDAMN TIME THE WORLD TITLE GOES UP, YOU ASSHOLES ALWAYS WANNA TAKE IT ON THE STREET, MAN! Y'ALL HAD YOUR SHOT AT EACH OTHER LAST WEEK. WAS THAT NOT GOOD ENOUGH?
Both Gonzo and Dune both shake their head to Seth, who just looks flabbergasted as he says...
Seth Lerch: You know what? You're both suspended for the night. Security! ESCORT BOTH OF THESE MEN OUT OF THE BUILDING!
Zach Davis: WHAT?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: THE WORLD CHAMP AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER HAVE BEEN BANNED FROM THE BUILDING!
Zach Davis: Oh WOW! The fans are just PELTING Seth with garbage!
Gravedigger: And there's a middle finger from Gonzo. Just letting Seth know how he feels, I guess.
Freddy Whoa: Dune don't look too thrilled, either!
Zach Davis: Folks, stick around! We've got a ton of action coming up in a bit! I'm afraid we have to go to commercial! Stick around!
Freddy Whoa: Man, what the hell!
Kyle Steel: The following is a six man tag team match scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 180 pounds, Teo Del Sol!
The lights go out, and spotlights begin swirling, dancing along the stage as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment of silence, the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" rings throughout the arena, causing an eruption from the eager crowd. The spotlights continue swirling about as the anticipation grows, a shadowy figure in a golden cape appears on the entrance ramp, the spotlights converge on the figure, causing him to shine like the very sun itself, just as the music hits its peak, the figure throws the cape off to reveal himself as Teo del Sol!
The audience goes wild as he points toward the ring (or his opponent depending) after a moment of silence, he sprints down the ramp and slides under the ropes, landing in the center of the ring. He pushes down with his hands and springs to his feet, bouncing off of the ropes running to the turnbuckle with a gesture towards the sky! He removes the cape and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is “The Dark Atom” Adam Blake!
The lights go dim. You can still see those around you, but just barely. A dark fog flows over the entrance ramp as Adam Blake enters from the back wearing a black hooded shirt. He just looks down towards the ground as he walks across the stage and down the ramp. He walks up the steps and into the ring. He stands in the middle of the ring and raises one hand arm into the air with his hand in a fist. As he looks up towards the crowd the lights brighten and the fog clears.
Kyle Steel: And their partner, weighing in at 235 pounds, The American Prophet!
As the lights go out we hear kid rocks american badass over the PA. The lights come on, fireworks burst over the ring, and the american flag is drapped over the entrance tron. The national anthem dubstep mix starts rocking the arena as the crowd chants us fn’ a.
The crowd begins buzzing with excitement, as the three men await their competition.
Kyle Steel: And now, their first opponent, weighing in at 270 pounds, Hog Wilder!
The "War Pigs" remix from 300: Rise of an Empire plays as Wilder tromps out from gorilla. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring, which he continues to power walk around before stomping up the steps. He wipes his feet on the ring apron and then enters the ring between the ropes. After moving to his corner he loosens up by engaging in some old time calisthenics
Kyle Steel: And his partner, standing 6 feet 2 inches tall, he is “The Last True King of Wrestling” David Sanchez!
David Sanchez appears in the ring out of nowhere!
Kyle Steel: And their partner, weighing in at 267 pounds, Petrov!
Petrov's voice can be heard over the PA saying in a calm but intimidating voice "Total. Fucking. Badass." as Blind by Korn starts to play. The crowd begins to talk amongst themselves in anticipation as the intro plays out before the words "ARE YOU READY!?" are shouted and the song drops in as Petrov emerges from the curtain and leans back and let's out a deep voiced shout and walks to the ring with a serious look on his face. He runs up the steps and climbs between the ropes as he paces about while shadowboxing and waiting for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Freddy Whoa: About to kick things off as the men argue in their respective corners about who will start off the match!
Zach Davis: Looks like Teo Del Sol will start the match off for his team!
The three men in the opposing corner try to come to an agreement as Petrov stares down his partners.
Freddy Whoa: And it seems as though Petrov decided that one for them!
Teo and Petrov stare each other down as the crowd begins to chant loudly.
Half the crowd: Let’s go Teo!
Half the crowd: Fuck you buddy!
Half the crowd: Let’s go Teo!
Half the crowd: Fuck you buddy!
Teo taunts Petrov by jumping into the turnbuckle and backflipping off.
Petrov: Fuck you pussy fuck! Petrov will kill you!
Teo smiles as he goes to do it again.
Zach Davis: Petrov catches him!
Petrov gets Teo between his legs, catching him in powerbomb position.
Crowd: Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
Zach Davis: He just killed Teo with that big Fuck You Powerbomb!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Petrov throws a limp Teo Del Sol into the corner as he motions for one of his other opponents to tag themselves in.
Zach Davis: And The American Badass tags himself in!
Petrov backs up into his corner, preparing to charge at The American Badass.
Freddy Whoa: And David Sanchez tags himself in!
Petrov stares angrily at Sanchez as he begins shouting. He goes to climb to the apron, but hesitates and steps back into the ring.
Referee: Hey! Get out of here! You’re not even th..
Zach Davis: And Petrov with yet another Fuck You Powerbomb! The ref is out cold!
Crowd: Fuck you buddy! *clap clap clap clap clap*
The rest of the men jump into the ring as a brawl begins.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Fists are flying everywhere! This match is out of control!
A team of various WCF employees runs down to seperate the brawl as the non legal men reluctantly retreat into their respective corners.
Zach Davis: Looks like order has been restored!
Freddy Whoa: How did that ref not call for the bell!?
Zach Davis: I don’t even know where the original ref went! I think he disappeared while the brawl was happening!
The American Prophet and David Sanchez tie up. After a short struggle, Sanchez gets the advantage and whips The American Prophet to the mat, applying a hard headlock.
Freddy Whoa: The crowd clapping here in support of The American Prophet!
The crowd claps loudly as The American Prophet gets to his feet, breaking up the hold as he delivers a stiff kick to the gut.
Zach Davis: The American Prophet with a series of punches! He whips Sanchez into the corner!
The American Prophet runs to the opposing corner, charging at Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: And Sanchez ducks it as he begins stomping away at his opponent!
Zach Davis: He drags him to the corner and we see the tag to Hog Wilder!
Hog Wilder picks up The American Prophet, body slamming him back to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: That was a close one!
Hog Wilder drops to his knees, pulling his opponent up into a bearhug. The American Prophet grabbing at the air. He begins to strike back at Wilder with a series of elbows, as the hold is broken up and both men fly back to their respective corners.
Zach Davis: And Petrov and Adam Blake tag themselves in!
The two men charge at each other as Blake hits a clothesline knocking Petrov to the ground. Petrov gets back up as he hits another one.
Freddy Whoa: And a big running knee to the face of Petrov!
Zach Davis: Blake bouncing off the ropes once again!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Atom Smasher!
Zach Davis: I was sure he had him there!
Blake goes to lift Petrov up for his finisher.
Freddy Whoa: Petrov gets behind him!
Zach Davis: German Suplex!
Petrov delivers a couple more germans for good measure as he staggers back to his corner and David Sanchez tags himself in.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez stomping away at Adam Blake! Really trying to take him out of this match up!
Sanchez pushes Blake into the corner!
Zach Davis: Sanchez with the uppercuts to Blake!
He whips Blake off the ropes, but Blake leaps for it and hits the tag to Teo Del Sol who has finally regained his form.
Freddy Whoa: Teo Del Sol leaping into the ring with a burst of energy!
Zach Davis: Hurricanrana to David Sanchez!
Freddy Whoa: and Sanchez pops back up as Teo Del Sol hits a big crossbody! The crowd is coming to life here behind a new favorite in the WCF!
Crowd: Let’s go Teo! *clap clap clap clap clap* Let’s go Teo! *clap clap clap clap clap*
Sanchez retreats to the outside as Petrov and Wilder go to lift him back to his feet.
Zach Davis: Teo Del Sol bouncing off the ropes!
Freddy Whoa: It looks like he’s about to take flight
Zach Davis: Sol jumping up and bouncing off that top rope!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Big moonsault off the rope from Teo Del Sol and the opposing team is down!
Teo Del Sol slides back into the ring motioning for the crowd to make some noise. Petrov and Hog Wilder both get up, grabbing the back of their heads and looking pretty pissed off. They stare down Teo Del Sol as they both roll into the ring, neither of them the legal man. Teo looks up realizing he’s outmatched. He goes to run off the ropes at them.
Zach Davis: And Wilder and Petrov with the double boot to Teo Del Sol!
David Sanchez comes to, seeing his partners arguing with the ref about their presence in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez arguing his partners back into the corner!
Zach Davis: And the distraction allowing Teo Del Sol to roll over into the tag to The American Prophet.
The American Prophet stares intensely at the opposing corners as the arguing continues. Sanchez, Wilder, and Petrov tag in back and forth. Each of them wanting to be the legal man, but not able to agree on who. Wilder making the final tag in, backs into the ring as Petrov backs off the apron.
Freddy Whoa: A little confusion starting up here! Petrov seems to be getting pretty angry at his tag Partners!
Zach Davis: What’s he doing here!?
Petrov grabs David Sanchez off the ring apron as Sanchez tries to wiggle free.
Freddy Whoa: He lifts him up for the gorilla press!
Zach Davis: He drops him and swings that leg right across the midsection! That’s Petrov Kill, his signature move!
Sanchez grabs at his midsection on the floor as the rest of the field looks on, still confused. Hog Wilder slides to the outside and pushes Petrov, who gets in his face now.
Wilder: What’s your problem!?
Petrov: Fuck you match!
Wilder swings at Petrov, who lifts him up and tosses him into the barricade. Petrov lets out a loud battle cry as his face grows red. He lifts up Hog Wilder, rolling him into the ring. Petrov slides in as well staring at his opponents.
Petrov: Fuck you!
The American Prophet charges at Petrov who delivers a strong elbow across the jaw.
Freddy Whoa: He just layed his opponent out cold!
Teo Del Sol flies in to stop him as he gets caught.
Zach Davis: Lifting Teo Del Sol up and giving yet another Petrov Kill right across the midsection! Petrov has gone berserk!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think he cares about this match at all anymore!
Petrov walks over to exit the ring as Adam Blake begins shouting at him. Petrov picks him up as well, dropping him with a hard scoop slam on the outside.
Zach Davis: Petrov just laid out all five men here! Absolute chaos! What a poor sport!
Petrov looks on as he begins up the ramp. The crowd chanting in support of good old fashion violence.
Crowd: Fuck you buddy! *clap clap clap clap clap*
Petrov retreats through the curtain as the focus is turned back to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Looks Sol, Blake and The American Prophet vs. Wilder and Sanchez now!
The American Prophet and Hog Wilder slowly get to their feet as they sluggishly approach each other and start trading strong back and forth right hands.
Zach Davis: This match has been out of control since the start, but it finally looks like the focus is back on the match itself!
The two run at each other.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Big double clothesline!
The crowd begins stomping in anticipation for the hot tags to be made as they chant “This is awesome!”
Zach Davis: They leap to their corners!
Sanchez and Adam Blake recover and get to their corners as the two legal men leap for a tag.
Freddy Whoa: And the tags made to David Sanchez and Adam Blake!
They charge at each other as Sanchez ducks a clothesline from Adam Blake and clotheslines The American Prophet off the ring apron.
Zach Davis: Adam Blake charging back a second time!
Freddy Whoa: David Sanchez with the small package pin!
Zach Davis: Adam Blake turns him over!
He did it! Adam Blake scores the pinfall in what has become a chaotic, handicap match of sorts!
Kyle Steel: Here are your winners, the team of Teo Del Sol, The American Prophet, and Adam Blake!
Zach Davis: Nice victory here for this team in an exciting opener!
We are taken backstage to the WCF interview area, a Slam banner dangling in the background and Frank Manor holding a microphone standing next to Raymond Hatcher who is still dressed in one of his stylish three-piece suits not yet dressed for his match later tonight.
Frank Manor: I’m here backstage with Raymond Hatcher who will be part of a big four-way match later tonight. First off let me thank you for joining me here, Raymond.
Raymond Hatcher: Thanks for having me, Frank, it’s always a pleasure.
Frank Manor: Let me ask you a bit about your opponents here tonight. You’ve go—
There is a blood curdling scream from off camera. The interview is ground to an immediate halt. The camera swings away from Frank and Hatcher and starts heading towards the scream. We see one of the WCF make-up girls standing next to a fallen Zombie McMorris. McMorris is out cold on the ground in the middle of a hallway.
Frank Manor: What the happened?
Frank questions the make-up girl.
Make-up Girl: I…I don’t know. I found him like this.
It seems Zombie has been the victim of some sort of attack, but there are no culprits in sight.
Frank Manor: Folks, we have a developing story here, Zombie McMorris has been attacked!
Hatcher leans over Zombie McMorris.
Raymond Hatcher: Hmm, I guess he should be more careful around here.
Frank Manor: Raymond, do you know anything about this?
Raymond Hatcher: Hey, I’ve been with you this whole time.
Frank Manor: Imperium is not going to be happy about this. Let’s send it back out to ringside for our next match and we’ll give you more information as it comes.
Hatcher has a crooked smile on his face as the scene cuts away to ringside where we see Zach Davis, Gravedigger, and Freddy Whoa.
Zach Davis: Well, this is a big story here folks. Zombie McMorris is out cold.
Freddy Whoa: I wonder if this is going to jeopardize his match later tonight.
Gravedigger: I’m sure Hatcher would be very happy with that. I don’t care how long Hatcher has been with Frank Manor, you can’t convince me he had nothing to do with this.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know, Z-Mac has been talking a lot of trash this week it could have been any of his three opponents.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to another exciting edition of Sunday Night Slam!
Gravedigger: Welcome to another edition of generic ass commentary by Zach Davis!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa...
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Comin' Up" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp has been on a down swing lately. He's cost his odd tag partner Vulgar plenty of matches, and I'm sure Vulgar would be fed up if he was capable of emotion.
Freddy Whoa: Lets see if Kemp can bat a tousand tonight...for his own sake.
Darkness floods into the arena like air rushing into a vacuum. For several moments the crowd is left vulnerable; skittish women cling to their purses, lest some opportunistic monster comes to tear them away. Before anybody can be truly afraid, however, a blinding, ethereal light bursts from the entranceway and unnerving music begins to fill the air. The crowd sees a figure emerge onto the walkway, silhouetted against the glaring fluorescence. As he creeps his way along to the ring, several fans in the front row are able to make out his features and recoil in disgust.
He’s a monster, but of a much worse variety than the women were worried about.
Zach Davis: He's the man and monster himself, Vulgar.
Gravedigger: This is one of the most...interesting motherfuckers I've seen in my day.
Freddy Whoa: Hopefully Vulgar can pull these two together as a team and leave with a W...I can't believe I just said that.
"Children of God" by Andrew Jackson Jihad plays on the PA system. After the opening drum fill, Henson blasts past the curtain laughing. Mouthing the words to the song as he walked down the ramp with a little spring in his step with his arms spread out to either side. He rolls into the ring then stands upon the second rung of a turnbuckle, slapping himself in the face, getting himself pumped.
Zach Davis: I feel like Hensons inside my head right now.
Freddy Whoa: He's not even looking at you Zach.
Zach Davis: ...but why? Why won't he look at me? Don't you ever wonder that?
Gravedigger: Alright ya fruitcake.
“Reinventing Axl Rose” by Against Me plays over the sound system and Jack Coston bursts forth onto the entrance ramp with his arms in the air, his manager Frank Manor follows behind a good distance.
Jack quickly moves down the ramp, high fiving the fans, moving with the energy song before darting over to the ring and sliding under the bottom rope. His manager walks along the ring over to Jack's corner. Jumping to his feet, Jack runs over to the far corner and leaps onto a far turnbuckle, motioning to the crown by beating his chest and raising his fists once more. He jumps down and moves into his corner where Frank is standing on the apron, speaking words of encouragement into Jack's ear.
Gravedigger: Damn, even this guy has me questioning my sexuality.
Zach Davis: Really?
Gravedigger: No ya fuckin' faaaaaaaag. I oughta slap ya for sayin' some shit like that...
The sound of a scuffle is heard as Kemp steps up to the plate he's starting for his team and Coston steps in the ring. The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.
Zach Davis: You know...booking these odd teammates together is a little baffling for me.
Freddy Whoa: I love it. It puts the competitiors in a do or die situation...takes them outta their comfort zones.
Gravedigger: I don't think any of these guys have a "comfort zone"
Kemp locks up with Coston, but Jack whips behind him and hains control. Kemp tries to struggle out, but Jack drops him with a hard back suplex. They both whip to their feet and face each other.
Zach Davis: Quick clothesline from Kemp...
Freddy Whoa: But a speedy reversal from Coston puts him back in control....
Kemp whips around to eat a JAB! JAB! KICK! ENZIGUIRI!
Zach Davis: Kemp eats the mat!
Freddy Whoa: Costons on top of him with a headlock!
Kemp fights out and Coston goes for a gut kick! But Kemp reverses it and trips Coston out from under his legs. Coston hits the mat, and Kemp goes to lock him in a Boston crab! Jack fights his way to the rope and breaks the hold!
Zach Davis: Kemp is pissed!
Kemp moves to swing at Coston, but Jack ducks it and drops Kemp with another explosive suplex! Coston rolls to his corner and tags in Henson, who flies into the ring with quick offense! Boot stomps to a fallen Kemp! Quick elbow drops! Kemp's reeling!...but shoots up with a quick uppercut, knocking Henson into the ropes! A flurry of offense from Kemp and an irish whip!
Zach Davis: What a rebound elbow!
Freddy Whoa: That took Henson off his feet!
Zach Davis: What's he doing? He should tag im his fresh partner while he has a chance!
Freddy Whoa: Kemp telling Vulgar he doesn't need him...
Gravedigger: Does Vulgar feel...dejected?
Kemp lifts his knee into Henson's face...but Henson guards it! He lifts Kemp over his back with a hip toss! Kemp hits the mat and Henson starts laying boot to Kyle's torso! He lifts Kyle to his feet, irish whips him, and hits him with a rebound flying knee! Kemp hits the mat and now Vulgar is begging for the tag! Kemp looks up and ignores him once again.
Zach Davis: What is Kemp doing!?!?
Freddy Whoa: This is ridiculous!!!
Vulgar drops down off the apron and stands with his elbows propped on the apron. He throws his head in hands and looks dead on at Kemp. His face is contorted im a way you can't exactly tell what emotion he's feeling at this point in time. Henson lifts Kemp to his feet again and positions Kyle...
Zach Davis: Spinal Tap!!! Henson hits it!
Henson drops down and covers Kemp while Vulgar watches.
Zach Davis: This ones over!
Freddy Whoa: You've got to feel for Vulgar! He didn't get a chance tonight!
Gravedigger: What kind of moron wouldn't use their tag team partner?! They can take all the punishment and you can take the pin! IDIOTS!!!
Zach Davis: Commendable, yet idiotic, performance from Kyle Kemp here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: Hensom and Coston were gelling as a team though...I wonder what this means for the two guys moving forward? I wonder if their match last week had anything to do with it?
Zach Davis: I guess we'll find out what it means if they team in the future.
The scene fades out on Vulgar making the same face he was earlier.
"Over and Under" by Egypt Central hits the speakers, and Jay Omega walks out onto the stage holding a microphone, dressed in his ring gear despite not being booked.
Jay Omega: Hey guys!
Omega waves cheerily, then begins to make his way down to the ring, casually slapping hands with fans as he passes by.
Jay Omega: I just wanted to come out here tonight...
Jay rolls into the ring, climbs to his feet, and begins to pace around the canvas in a slow circle.
Jay Omega: To talk about the Hardcore scene. The obvious starting point would be Marc Mayhem; the current champion, if you want to call him that. I certainly don't, because the little punk took the coward's way to the title. That's not the mark of a champion, Hardcore or otherwise. But it IS about what I expect, since there's not a single man in the back who could own the division like I do. You all know that once I get my hands back on that title, it won't be out of my grasp until I trade up at Ultimate Showdown, whether this year's or the next. And I'm going to get MY title back, even if I have to rip Mayhem's arms off and beat him unconscious with them. Well, to death, I suppose, 'cause he'd bleed out real fast... Either way, he's not going to stop me from reclaiming my place as the king of the Hardcore division.
Omega stops his pacing and smiles into the camera, then turns to face up the ramp.
Jay Omega: And neither is anyone else. The fact that I'm standing out here shooting my mouth off instead of having a match is proof enough of that.
Jay shakes his head and resumes his slow, circular pacing.
Jay Omega: I laid down a challenge last week to the remaining members of Imperium; I'll take any one, or even all four of you in a Hardcore match. I then expanded on that, because why let them have all the fun? Besides, I've already taken Kazzle Dazzle and Zee Macklemorris out behind the woodshed. So I expanded on the challenge, and invited anyone to step up and face me in my element if they have the courage, fortitude, balls, whatever you want to call it. And yet, do you see my name on the card anywhere? No. Fuckin' disgrace, I tell ya. Then I figured, well, how many of these self-absorbed jackholes actually stick around for the entire show? Half these chumpstains show up, wrestle their match, get paid, and bail. The fuck kind of dedication is that? I'm one of the first guys in the arena before the show starts, and one of the last to leave after it's over. Because I love this sport, and I love this company.
Omega glances around at the cheering crowd with his usual half baked half grin, an dresumes once they quiet down.
Jay Omega: Anyway, I figured, since so many people might have missed my challenge the first time, I'd come out here, and lay it down again. Shit, I'll come out here and repeat the challenge every week if I have to. Now I understand that it's a daunting prospect; I'd say I wouldn't want to face me either, but since I have a time twin who likes to fight just as much as I do, I fight myself all the time. And I'm pretty damned good if I do say so myself, so I get why nobody wants to step up. But somebody, please do. Please? I am literally begging somebody in the back to go digging through their purse to find their sack, have it reattached, and meet me down in the ring once it starts working again. Or backstage in the hallways. Or in the parking lot. Or at your mom's house, I really don't care. In the meantime, I guess I can take a few more minutes to bring up what's going on with Pantheon.
A very small section of the crowd starts up a "Jayson Price" chant, and Omega stops pacing in amused bafflement.
Jay Omega: Holy shit, Price has fans, you guys! We're not that close to Philly, are we? But yeah, about Price. Sorry to the little fan club over there, but he's out of the picture. Now Pantheon is looking to bolster our ranks with some new blood; preferably with a lower BAC. We're setting up our own little tournament in order to find out who the next member will be, involving hand-chosen entrants competing until only one remains. I'd like to take this time now to introduce all of you to my prospect; a man whose martial arts mastery mirrors my own, and no, it's not my buddy CTK. He refused when I offered him the spot. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce Jack Daniel Case!
No music plays or anything, and a wiry brunette man standing 5'10" walks out from the back wearing a Taco Bell manager's uniform, complete with stupid visor. Case climbs into the ring and stands beside Jay in the middle of the ring.
Jay Omega: Thanks for being here, Jacky Boy. So tell us, do you think you have what it takes to make... The Cut?
Jack leans in toward the microphone..
Jack Case: Well I--
Jay Omega: Whoa, hey, hold on. You don't get to talk on your first TV appearance. You've got to earn that shit. Win a match first, then we'll see if you can cut a promo. Combat ability is the first thing we're judging, since it is the basis of the sport. All right, well this has been fun. Riveting conversationalist, that Jacky Boy is. Be sure to tune in to Slam each week to see who else is going to be vying for a spot in Earth's Mightiest Wrestling Stable, and don't forget to vote for your favourites! I mean, the voting doesn't matter because this isn't a popularity contest, but it makes you feel involved, right? Some charges may apply. And on that note, we're out of here. Enjoy the rest of the show, people!
Omega claps Case on the shoulder, drops the mic to a burst of static, then the two men exit the ring, and head backstage once more.
"Kill The Lights" by The Birthday Massacre hits the arena speakers as Celeste takes the walk up to the ring like a model takes to a runway. Her feet stride with effortless confidence, her chin tilted upwards and shoulders pushed back elongate her neck and expose her jugular to tempt, to dare her appointment to either kiss or mangle her throat.
Kyle Steel: The following match is The Juggalo Warrior's Hardcore Open. Introducing first, the challenger. From Paris, France, weighing in at 130 pounds...CELESTE!
Not a drop of sweat escapes her pours, no fear beats within her breast, almost as if she were not human but a divine creation. She removes her over-sized shades only moments before slinking under the rope, with an elegance so captivating it is hypnotic.
Zach Davis: So did we ever get any clarification on how Celeste was put into this Hardcore Open? Did she volunteer or was she put in it by Seth or did Chavis pick her to have a walk in the park?
Freddy Whoa: Hell if I know, nobody ever tells me anything.
Gravedigger: Well why should we?
Freddy Whoa: You only say that because I'm black.
Gravedigger: Hey you figured it out finally!
“Whoop Whoop” by Twiztid blares over the PA system as the camera searches the crowd. It find Isaiah entering from behind the audience, as they erupt in applause. He pulls his clown face goalie mask down, hops up onto a hand railing, and dives into the crowd. They catch him, and surf him around a bit before passing him down to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Now coming to the ring, he hails from Detroit Michigan. Weighing at two hundred, fifteen pounds and standing five feet, eleven inches tall… The Juggalo Warrior Isaiah Chavis!
Isaiah slides under the bottom rope and pops to his feet, lifting the mask so he can see the fans better. He takes it off and tosses it to a fan in the front row before throwing up his hands in the shape of a “W” and a “C” and shouting “Whoop Whoop!” The fans shout it back at him, bringing a smile to his face as his music dies.
Zach Davis: And I just got a text message from Seth Lerch, apparently he heard us questioning how Celeste was placed in this match.
Freddy Whoa: And what did he say?
Zach Davis: 'Don't ask questions or I'll have you working the bathrooms'.
Freddy Whoa: Wait, does that mean cleaning them or "working"
Zach Davis: Let's not find out!
Senior Referee Zip Wingdinger calls for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Chavis comes out of his corner looking like he's ready to go but Celeste quickly moves behind the referee. She taps him on the shoulder and then begins having a conversation with him.
Gravedigger: What the hell is this? We're supposed to be having a match here!
Freddy Whoa: Is she...flirting with the referee?
Gravedigger: Well don't go asking Zach, he hasn't had a girl sweet talk him since his grandmother died.
Zach Davis: I miss Nana.
Celeste really talking up the referee at this point and Chavis' is blowing his lid. Chavis marches right up to the referee and tries to get his head back in the match but he gets ignored as Celeste reaches out and begins running her fingers around his collar.
Zach Davis: All right, this is getting ridiculous. If I wanted to see a hot girl seduce a guy on the job I'd watch porn.
Chavis more than angry now and he forces himself in between Celeste and the referee. The referee getting an earful from Chavis as Celeste reaches between her breasts and pulls out a piece of rope. Celeste quickly wraps the rope around the throat of Chavis and begins to choke him with it.
Freddy Whoa: Oh snap!
Zach Davis: The Nothing! What a stroke of genius on the part of Celeste to get the drop on Chavis.
Chavis trying to pull the rope from his neck as Celeste gets pulled up off her feet as she continues to try to choke the life out of Chavis. Chavis finally able to get a handful of hair and he yanks Celeste over his head and drops her to the mat. Chavis throws the rope to the side as he begins to rub at the bright red rope marks across his throat.
Freddy Whoa: Chavis not looking happy at all about being made to look like a fool.
Chavis grabbing Celeste by the hair and he yanks her face up from the mat before slamming a knee into the side of her head. He does it a second time before slamming her face back down to the mat. Chavis now stepping over Celeste and heading for the ropes before rolling out to the floor. He lifts up the apron and grabs hold of a chair before tossing it into the ring. The he throws in a second one, followed by a pair of kendo sticks.
Zach Davis: Well I guess things are going to get Hardcore early.
Chavis not done as he grabs hold of the end of a table and begins to pull it out. Back in the ring Celeste has pushed herself up and she's wiping away a bit of blood coming from her nose. She spots Chavis busy outside the ring and she hits the ropes. She comes back as Chavis is trying to stand the table up and she baseball kicks it right into his face.
Freddy Whoa: OOF!
Chavis pushed back into the barricade with the table resting on him. Celeste back on her feet and she pushes her whole body into the table, trying to crush Chavis against the barricade with it. Chavis shoves back against it and wiggles out from behind it. The table falls to the side as Celeste charges Chavis, trying to shove him headfirst into the ring post. Chavis counters it and slams Celeste head first into the post. Chavis now catching Celeste before she can fall over and he whips her toward the announce table.
Zach Davis: Watch out!
All three announcers scramble from their seats as Celeste slams stomach first into the table. Chavis stays on her, grabbing her by the head and he tries to slam her face first into a monitor. But it's Celeste with the counter this time as she rakes him across the eyes. Celeste now with the fish hook before she yanks backward, pulling Chavis' head right back into the edge of the table.
Freddy Whoa: Oh damn! That's going to cause a headache.
Celeste with a well placed boot to the ribs before she pulls Chavis onto his back and tries for a pin.
Zach Davis: And Chavis quick to kick out there. Celeste is going to need to do a lot more to win this match.
Celeste back up to her feet and she heads for the timekeeper. She shoves him aside and grabs his chair as Chavis starts to pull himself up using the announce table. Celeste waits for him to turn around before swinging the chair. Chavis ducks it and Celeste connects with the table. The sound echoes throughout the arena as Celeste drops the chair. Chavis with a kick to the gut before pulling her in. Chavis lifts her up and suplexes her right onto the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: My Grape Fanta!
Freddy Whoa: Don't even say it!
The table rocks a bit but stays in one piece as Celeste grabs at her back. Chavis looking at Celeste and then at the ring before heading for the apron. Again he lifts he as he grabs another chair. He sets that one up before grabbing the chair Celeste had and setting it up beside the first one. Celeste trying to roll over on the table before Chavis slams a forearm into her head. Chavis now climbing up onto the table, pulling Celeste to her feet by the hair as he does it.
Freddy Whoa: What does Chavis have in mind here?!
Chavis pulling Celeste in and setting her up for a suplex. He tries for it but Celeste blocks it. Celeste with a shot to the throat and then a kick to the knee. Chavis doubled over and Celeste pulls him. Now Celeste going for a DDT but Chavis blocks that. Chavis now with a back body drop and Celeste goes back first through both chairs set up at ringside.
Zach Davis: Holy hell! That sounded like a car wreck!
Celeste rolling on the ground, clutching at her back, as Chavis hops off the table. Chavis shoves her back down onto the ground and goes for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: And it's Celeste kicking out!
Chavis up to his feet and he grabs for one of the chairs Celeste crashed through. It breaks in half and Chavis tosses it aside. He grabs the other one and it does the same. Chavis looks to the ring and sees the weapons he threw in earlier. He pulls Celeste up to her feet and leads her to the ring before rolling her in under the bottom rope. Chavis slides in after her and grabs a kendo stick before getting to his feet. Celeste tries to sit up and Chavis whacks her across the back. Chavis with another shot to the back before he hits her in the back of the head with the handle. Celeste falls over and Chavis breaks the stick over her back.
Zach Davis: Those shots are just absolutely brutal.
Chavis heads for the ropes and steps out onto the apron. In one fluid motion he leaps up onto the top rope and springboards into the ring with a Phoenix Splash.
Freddy Whoa: Carnival Of Carnage!
He hits it and then goes for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And there you have it, Isaiah Chavis has won this Juggalo Hardcore Open!
"Whoop Whoop" hits the speakers as Chavis gets his arms raised by the crowd.
Zach Davis: I’m being told we have situation brewing backstage.
Freddy Whoa: What’s new?
Zach Davis: Okay, we have a camera back there now.
We jump backstage to the parking lot were see Oblivion bloodied laid out on the ground. There are WCF doctors standing around trying to revive him.
Zach Davis: That looks like Oblivion, it seems he’s been attacked.
Gravedigger: I see a pattern forming here guys.
Oblivion comes to and throws off the WCF doctors before climbing to his feet.
Gravedigger: He’s awake now.
Oblivion is raging and storms off, the camera follows him, but Oblivion is having none of it and he shoves the camera to the ground, it shatters and all we see is static.
DING DING DING !
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a tag-team match scheduled for one fall!
"Falling Higher" by Helloween plays through the Arena as it goes black with only a spotlight shining at the entrance curtain. Vanessa Williams, a beautiful and tall black woman wearing a skin tight red dress, walks through. She motions towards the entrance and Gemini Battle walks through to a series of boos from the crowd.
He looks straight forward at the ring ignoring the cheers of the fans as Vanessa slaps away the hands that reach out towards him. She plants a huge kiss on the lips of Gemini as he slithers under the bottom rope and slides backwards towards the corner of the ring. He uses the ropes to get to his feet and removes his overcoat and hands it to Vanessa on the outside of the ring as he waits for the match to begin.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, from Centereach, New York, weighing in at 195 pounds… GEMINIIII BAAAAAAAATTLEEEEE!
Assassin by Muse comes on as strobe lights flicker at the entrance way and a blue smoke fills the stage. "The Antidote" Spencer Adams pops out and charges to the center of the stage and holds his arms out in an "X" motion and swipes them downward away from his body. He then charges down to the ring, vaulting quickly in and playing to the crowd on the turnbuckles.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his partner, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 190 pounds… He is “The Antidote” SPEEEENCEEEEER AAAAAAAAAADAAAAAAAMS!!!
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.
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.
Kyle Steel: Introducing their opponents, first, from Bronx, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds… JOOOOOEEEY FLAAAAAAAASH!
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.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, from Lincoln, NE weighing in at 215 pounds… HOOOWAAAARD BLAAAAAAAAAACK!
DING DING DING!
Joey Flash and Spencer Adams start the match. They go for the lock up and Flash takes advantage by grabbing Adams’ back and throwing him to the ground.
Zach Davis: Joey Flash quickly trying to gain control of the match!
Joey Flash starts a Headlock but Spencer reverses it with some elbow strikes and hits a strong clothesline.
Freddy Whoa: Payback for Adams!
Spencer applies a Snapmare, Flash falls, he runs to the ropes… Running knee on Joey’s gut! Cover!
Flash kicks out! Adams tags with Gemini Battle, pushes Flash into the corner… Gemini Battle hits a Splash into the corner!
Gravedigger: Flash is being punished! How long can he hold the pressure?
Spencer Adams climbs to the turnbuckle, Battle lifts Flash… Diving Clothesline while Joey was on Gemini’s shoulders! Cover by Gemini Battle!
Howard Black interrupts the counting! He punches Battle many times, pushes him into the corner… ADAMS WITH A MISSILE DROPKICK ON BLACK’S FACE!
Zach Davis: Howard Black rolls to outside the ring!
Flash notices that Adams is getting up and punches him in the belly, lifts him up… Vertical Suplex! But Gemini Battle takes control again with a nice Short-arm Clothesline!
Freddy Whoa: And Battle starts an Abdominal Scretch.
Joey screams and tries to get out of the hold. Gemini manages to hold it for a few seconds but Black returns to the ring and interrupts the maneuver by punching Gemini Battle. Joey Flash lifts him… Belly to Belly Suplex!
Gravedigger: Howard Black returns to the corner and Flash gets up slowly, still damaged by that brutal Abdominal Scretch.
Flash gets Gemini up and applies an Irish Whip against the corner. He goes near Battle and chokes him. The referee counts…
Flash breaks the hold and grabs Gemini’s head and applies a Swinging Neckbreaker.
Zach Davis: Tag made with Howard Black!
Black quickly runs to Battle and stomps him many times. He gets him up, pushes him into the ropes… Hip Toss! Armbar connected.
Freddy Whoa: Nice offensive move by Howard, he didn’t let Gemini breath after that choke followed by the Neckbreaker and now punishes his opponent’s arm.
Battle manages to get up with some hits on Black, but he hits a Dropkick on his knee.
Gravedigger: Oh my god! What a kick on Gemini Battle’s head!
Howard hits the Shining Wizard and covers Battle.
Thr-No! Battle lifts his shoulder when Spencer was about to enter the ring. Howard climbs the ring ropes, Adams enters the ring, runs to the ropes…
Zach Davis: CROSSBODY ON HOWARD BLACK!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! That maneuver sent Black to outside the ring!
The referee starts to count as Spencer Adams and Howard Black are unconscious outside the ring.
Flash tries to help his partner, but Battle appears… Spear on Joey! Everyone is down!
Zach Davis: The referee restarts the counting since Gemini Battle exited the ring too.
Gravedigger: Useful information, Zach. You should do that more often.
Zach Davis: Shut up Gravedigger. I’m just doing my job.
Gemini gets up and puts Howard Black inside the ring. He covers him.
Black kicks out! Battle grabs his legs… Boston Crab!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer and Flash are still outside the ring trying to recover! The match can end right here!
Howard screams and tries to crawl to the ropes. Gemini Battle drags him again to the center of the ring and continues to pressure him. Flash gets up slowly and tries to enter the ring but Spencer intervenes, gets him on his shoulders…
Gravedigger: FLAPJACK FROM THE RING’S BOARD TO THE GROUND!
Black manages to reverse the maneuver, hits his knee on Gemini Battle’s gut…
Zach Davis: THE SEVENTH SEAL! COVER!
Freddy Whoa: NOOOO! HOW THE HELL DID BATTLE KICKED OUT?!
Gravedigger: Freddy, because WCF has the best wrestlers in the entire universe. It doesn’t have the best one anymore though, I retired...
Spencer Adams enters the ring and tries to attack Howard but he lifts him up hitting a Gutwrench Suplex. Flash is on the corner and Howard Black tags with him.
Zach Davis: Flash mounts Battle and punches him many times on the face. Cover!
Battle lifts his shoulder. Flash continues the attack but he is choking Gemini.
Freddy Whoa: Now Flash is getting him up… Implant DDT!
Joey tags with Howard again, this one locks Battle and Flash punches him on the belly many times.
Gravedigger: The crowd is not enjoying this beautiful boxing lesson.
Joey Flash stops punching Battle because Spencer Adams appears and hits a Running Shoulder Block on Flash. Howard tries to help Joey but Gemini Battle rakes his face. Adams goes to the corner… Tag made! Adams runs to Howard and punches him many times. Flash gets up and goes to his corner. Spencer gets Black up and applies an Irish Whip… Joey touched Black’s back! Adams didn’t realize the tag was made! LIGHTNING BOLT BY JOEY FLASH! COVER!
Zach Davis: It’s over! Howard and Joey Flash win!
DING DING DING!
Kyle Steel: The winners of this match… Howard Black and Joey Flash!
The camera is seen shaking while it maneuvers through the backstage towards a loud commotion. It arrives on a scene of several WCF crew including doctors and referees standing around in a circle. As the camera pushes through the crowd we see in the middle of them is Night Rider who is sitting on the ground looking angry as Hell but also a little out of it.
Gravedigger: Something’s up backstage.
Zach Davis: Not again, this is the third time tonight.
Freddy Whoa: This time it looks like they got Night Rider.
Gravedigger: What in the Hell is going on around here?
Night Rider is holding the back of his head, he removes his hand and looks at it, it’s covered in blood. One of the staff member reaches out to help Night Rider only to get smacked right across the face for their trouble. The smack it’s so loud that it echoes and leaves a massive red mark instantly.
Zach Davis: Night Rider vehemently rejecting any help.
Nobody makes a move toward Night Rider after that, it would clearly be a foolish idea.
We see Diablo walk into the scene eating a sandwich looking very non-chalant about the whole ruckus.
Diablo: Oh shit, dude, that looks like it hurt.
Night Rider: You think, damn it.
Diablo takes a bite of his sandwich as if he’s just watching his favorite TV and offers no real assistance.
Night Rider: Give me a hand, dude.
Diablo takes another bite before reaching out and helping Night Rider to his feet, the staff all back away as Night Rider gets to his feet.
Night Rider: Someone is going to pay for this shit, grab my knife.
The WCF staff all begin to flee after hearing Rider’s request, no one wants to be anywhere near him when he gets that knife.
Diablo: Hang on.
Diablo reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a knife, he then hands it to Night Rider.
Night Rider: Lets go.
Night Rider and Diablo walk off before the scene cuts out.
The arena goes pitch black as the first few bars of “Enter Sandman” begin. Once the music really hits its stride, a bright red pyro goes off, revealing Abaddon standing at the top of the stage.
Zach Davis: This guy is scary.
Gravedigger: He is.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa brothers, whoa.
He begins his descent down the ramp as the vocals of the song begin. Small candles on either side illuminate, very dimly, his path. He gets in the ring over the top rope and stands menacingly in the middle of the ring.
Kyle Steele: From Unknown, standing 7 feet 3 inches and weighing 425 pounds, The Monster of The Abyss: Abaddon The Destroyer!!
The loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the titron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead.
Gravedigger: This man is also scary.
Zach Davis: Two very evenly matched opponents, at least where size is concerned.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa Zach, you are right. The strength of Bates makes him look even bigger than he is.
Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage and begins walking towards the ring with a focused look. The titron shows the motorcycle images replaced with images of Bates fighting in the ring, highlighting his power moves from his previous matches, ending with Bates throwing Gemini Battle thirty feet in the air and into the fifth row of the crowd. As Bates arrives to the ring, he climbs up the steps and walks to the center of the apron. He steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Bates looks towards Abaddon, stretches out his arms, and roars. The crowd joins him in the roar, amplifying the thunderous effect.
Kyle Steel: Stand-
But he can't get all of it out, because Abaddon and Thomas Bates are already going at it. Bates charges at Abaddon and begins throwing rights and lefts, Abaddon responds by throwing his own rights and lefts. Bates decides to go a different route and hits the ropes, coming back with a running clothesline. Which bounces off of Abaddon. Bates stands there for a moment in disbelief, and thats when Abaddon goes to work. He sends a few uppercuts Bates way, then hits the ropes himself and sends a running clothesline off at Bates...but it just bounces off of him too. Abaddon stares on.
Zach Davis: I have never seen this before.
Gravedigger: Both of these men are powerful, powerful men.
They begin circling each other. Bates puts up his hand, trying to bate Abaddon into a strength contest. Abaddon reaches up to grab Bates's hand, but instead he kicks very hard into the midsection. Bates doubles over and Abaddon puts him in powerbomb postition. He lifts Bates up, but Bates fights him while he is up on Abaddon's shoulders. He drops down off the Destroyers shoulders and lands on his feet, and gives Abaddon a kick in the midsection. He sets Abaddon up for a DDT, but Abaddon fights out of it, shoving Bates off of him.
Freddy Whoa: Who is going to take the upper hand here?
Gravedigger: I don't think I have seen two men as equally matched since I have been here.
Zach Davis: That has been a really long time, too.
Gravedigger: What are you trying to imply, Zachary?
Zach Davis: ...nothing.
This time Abaddon challenges Bates to the strenght competition, and Bates accepts, reaching out, which Abaddon takes advantage of and kicks hard into Thomas's mid section gain, Bates doubles over, and Abaddon brings his hands up into an Axe Handle and smashes it down, hard on Bates's back. Bates lets out a small yelp, as Abaddon begins to pound on his back. Finall, Bates falls to the ground, and Abaddon quickly gets up to the top turnbuckle.
Freddy Whoa: Big man is going way up top. What is he going to do from there?
Bates staggers to his feet and tries to shake the cobwebs out. He begins to turn as Abaddon comes flying off the top rope and hits Abaddon squarely in the chest with a flying clothesline. Bates goes down. Now Abaddon takes this chance to stomp on Bates's head while he is on the ground. Finally, Abaddon picks Thomas up, and picks him up into the air, both men forming a perfectly straight line. After about ten seconds of holding Bates up, Abaddon drops him to the mat with a thunderous boom.
Gravedigger: That shook the whole arena!
Zach Davis: Well, not the whole arena...
Gravedigger: ...god damnit Zach. I will hit you.
Zach Davis: GULP
Abaddon gets Bates up and puts him in the corner. He begins taking shots at Thomas's head. The ref counts and tries to break it up, he grabs Abaddon's arm, and Abaddon shoves him to the ground. He backs up into the opposite corner and comes charging at Bates, who recovers at the last second and ducks down, and lifting up he throws Abaddon out of the ring over the turnbuckle. Abaddon comes crashing down onto the floor below, landing on his head. Bates falls to the ground and rolls out under the bottom rope. The ref begins the count as Thomas picks Abaddon up off the ground. He smashes Abaddons head into the metal ring post. He does it twice. Three times. Finally he tries to toss Abaddon into the stairs, but Abaddon reserves the throw and tosses Bates into the stairs. Bates hits them with a bang and pretty much goes right through them. Abaddon slides in the ring and then out of the ring, to restart the count. Abaddon pulls the stairs over and gets Bates up for a powerbomb. Bates slides out of it again, however, and slides out of the hold, bringing Abaddon down into a DDT right into the ring steps.
Bates stands up and slides in the ring, then out, restarting the count. He pics Abaddon up and gets him ready for a powerbomb. He tries to lift Abaddon, and he gets him off the ground, but not quite as Abaddon's feet touch the ground again. He stands up stright, and sends Bates on his back onto the metal steps. Abaddon walks around to the time keeper table and grabs a chair. He walks back over to where Bates is.
He swings the chair at Bates, who ducks it and hits Abaddon in the mid section with a punch. Finally, he tosses Abaddon back into the ring, sliding in after him. He hits the ropes quick and drops a heavy leg drop on Abaddon. He hits the ropes and hits another one. He picks Abaddon up of the ground and hits him with a quick DDT. Bates picks Abaddon up who quickly shoves Bates off of him and then places his big hand around Bates's neck. Bates, seeing what is coming, kicks Abaddon in the mid section and chops Abaddon's hand off of his neck. He tosses Abaddon to the ropes, swings his big arm as Abaddon comes back trying to hit a clothesline, Abaddon ducks it though and hits the ropes on the other side. Coming back at Bates, Abaddon throws his arm up to clothesline Bates, but Bates sees it and ducks, and Abaddon inadvertantly hits the ref down to the ground.
Freddy Whoa: This is about to get interesting.
Gravedigger: This is my favorite part of matches, when there are no rules.
Zach Davis: Yeah, you would say that.
Gravedigger: You know what...
Zach Davis: OW! Freddy sit between us.
Freddy Whoa: No, I am ok over here.
Abaddon has gone over the top rope to retreve a chair as Bates checks on the ref. Abaddon comes back in the ring with the chair and stands waitinig for Bates to turn around. Finally, he does, and Abaddon swings the chair at Bates, who ducks it and runs at the ropes. He hits Abaddon with a clothes line which finally brings him to the ground. Bates gets up and waits...Abaddon makes his way to his feet, a tiny bit dazed.
Bates comes at Abaddon, looking for the Bates Boot. Abaddon takes it right to the chin. Both men go down from the force. Bates lays for a second breathing, catching his breath. He uses the rope to get himself back up, and as soon as he gets to his feet, Abaddon shoots straight up. Bates stares in disbelif, watching the monster get to his feet.
Zach Davis: HOLY SHIT! Nobody has ever kicked out of the Bates Boot, let alone just sit up right after it.
Gravedigger: This man is a beast!
Zach Davis: A big one.
Bates runs at Abaddon, hitting a running Bates Boot. A huge impact as both men go down again. The ref starts to stir. Bates jumps onto Abaddon, not wasting any time. The ref counts slow...
Zach Davis: BATES DID IT! IT TOOK TWO BATES BOOTS BUT HE DID IT!!
Gravedigger: What a crazy show of power in this match.
Freddy Whoa, I am in shock.
The ref raises Bates's hand and hands him his belt. Abaddon rolls out of the ring and grabs the ring bell. He rolls back up and comes up behind Bates who is leaning on the corner turnbuckle. Abaddon smacks Bates in the back of the head with it, and Bates falls into the turnbuckle. Abaddon begins kicking Bates in the back of the legs. Finally he puts him up on the turnbuckle following Bates up. He gets Bates around the neck and chokeslams him out of the ring onto the other ring steps. Thomas bounces off of them like a giant rag doll. Abaddon rolls out of the ring and stands Bates up, leaning on the ring. Abaddon grabs a steel chair and smashes it over Bates head, busting him open immediatly. Abaddon throws the chair down and begins peeling up the padding on the outside.
Zach Davis: What is he doing, what is going on here?
Abaddon picks Bates up, and brings Bates down hard on the cement under the padding with a thunderous Soul Stealer. Abaddon then picks up the chair and begins hitting Bates over and over again with the chair, the man a bloody mess. Members of the DRG come running out to help Bates out. Abaddon sees this and drops the chair. The lights in the arena go off right before the DRG get to Abaddon, and come back on about thirty seconds later. Abaddon seemingly has vanished, and Bates lays with his DRG guys around him, he is a bloody mess.
The entire arenas lights are turned off and everything is dark.
Zach Davis: What’s going on?
After a few seconds of suspense there is just a small light inside the ring that makes possible for the crowd to see a man with a hoodie looking down. He has a microphone on his hand.
Gravedigger: Who the hell is he? Can any of you see his face?
Unknown man: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I am here to talk about a very old country. It is a country of brave and humble men that has centuries of history and has been conquering the entire world piece by piece. The truth is, nowadays, that country doesn’t have the same possessions it had a lots of years ago but I see a bright future for that ancestral imperium. It’s my country I am talking about. I’ve been trying to reclaim the Earth’s throne that was once ours but it’s a hard task considering that I am probably the only man trying to do that.
Freddy Whoa: What the hell is he saying?
Gravedigger: I don’t care about your stupid little country! Just tell us who you are!
Unknown man: But I don’t give a shit that I am the only one doing that. I have enough motivation to do the impossible. I’ve already shut up many mouths that were saying bullshit about me. I’ve impressed them by showing that I am a man of my word. I keep my promises. You see WCF fans… You know perfectly who I am.
The crowd gets confused and some murmur can be heard through the entire arena. The man takes off the hoodie and slowly raises his head for the shocking of everyone. He receives a mixed reaction by the crowd.
Zach Davis: Holy Sh…
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOAAA!!
Gravedigger: Oh my god! It’s Jackson White! “The Fenix” has returned to the WCF!
Jackson White: That’s right! I’m back and this time everything will be different. I’ll elevate my country’s name by being the first Portuguese wrestler to conquer gold in an American wrestling company. I don’t care which title it is, but I’m sure that it won’t take long for me to have a belt on my waist. I think about it every morning and I think about it when I go to sleep. I’ll make not only my country but my father proud of me by making a statement here in WCF. The Fenix has not burnt this time. I’ve fucking exploded!
Jackson White’s theme starts playing while he leaves the ring and goes backstage.
Zach Davis: We are up to the four way match-up.
Freddy Whoa: This should be a very interesting match.
Gravedigger: This could be a very interesting match!!!
The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing over the giant new Slam-tron video screen. Angel Fyre exits from the back wearing a black satin evening dress that left nothing to the imagination. Night Rider followed in his black leather jacket, trunks, and boots. He strolls towards the ring...
Kyle Steel: The following match is a four way match. Coming down to the ring.... From Chicago, Illinois... Weighing in at 340 pounds.... THIS IS NIIIIIIIGHT RIDEEEEERRR!!!
Night Rider makes a stop at the announcers table. After grabbing a microphone he jumps into the ring and the four corner posts explode with pyrotechnics.
Night Rider: Well, well, well. I look around here and I see the same old nasty ass faces that I see everywhere else. Your nothing but a bunch of fat, out of shape losers spending your kids welfare money to come and see me! That's the reason you are all here. To see the beast they call Night Rider. F##K ALL OF YOU!! Have fun watching as I beat the s##t out of these three losers, just like yourselves.
Night Rider throws the microphone down and yells towards the entrance ramp. Waiting for the next competitor.
Zach Davis: It looks like Night Rider is ready for competition.
Gravedigger: I'm excited to see who is about to come out next!!!
"Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play. After a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, with a big smile plastered across his face. He's wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm, he also has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape. Hatcher panders to the crowd, none seem too happy about it, his expression seems less than genuine. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace.
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... from Los Angeles, California weighing in at 236 pounds.... Here is "The Real Deal" Raymond Hatcher!!!
Hatcher heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher gives a little wave, before wiping his feet on the apron and climbing through the ropes into the ring. With the big smirk still smeared across his face, Hatcher steps out to the middle of the ring and gives another half-hearted wave to the crowd. He then heads to his corner and begins disrobing.
Freddy Whoa: Ouuuuuuu.... the look that Night Rider is giving Raymond Hatcher!!
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. The vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring...
Kyle Steel: Coming down to the ring... weighing in at 220 pounds.... "The Evil Incarnate" Zombie McMorris!!
McMorris gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Gravedigger: We have three out of four... all we need now is The God of Insanity Oblivion!!!
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed American Airlines Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: YES!! Old school Oblivion!! Here we go. This is gonna get nasty!!
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out wearing gray stone colored psuedo-armor. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
There are twelve HUGE muscular individuals on each side of the entrance ramp. They look like as if they were carved out of stone. They are wearing leather armor and they have their left arm across on their chests. They hold, at an angle a long metal spear, at their side. As Oblivion walks down the ramp, The "Monster Troop" roars out...
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Freddy Whoa: Whooooooooaa.
Zach Davis: Exactly.
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion gives the camera an instant cold hard, but brief stare. Oblivion continues to walk down the ramp. until IT gets to the bottom, of the ramp. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm into the air. Lightning strike fills the Arena. Thunder rolls.
Monster Troop: AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO... AH-WHOO!!
Each time they roar out, they slam down their spears. The sounds echo throughout the arena.
Gravedigger: Oblivion means business!!
Zach Davis: There's a different look in the eyes of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: Scarecrow has brought something evil from deep inside Oblivion.
Gravedigger: God save us all!!
Zach Davis: When Oblivion gets creepy and demonic, there's no stopping The Monster... The God of Insanity!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... O-O-O-OBLI-I-IVI-I-I-I-O-O-O-O-NN-N-NN-N!!!
The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder continues to rumble and mock lightning continues to flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the screeching, but hypnotic sounds of the guitar comes through, the entire crowd seems to be in a trance and continues to sway along with the music, as some bounce their heads along with the music.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!! The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is Oblivion. Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
Freddy Whoa: This is going to be one epic battle!!
Zach Davis: A battle for the ages. Four competitors ready for war!! What do YOU think Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: Rip their fucking heads off Oblivion!
All four competitors charge one another. Night Rider and Raymond Hatcher collide into one another. Zombie McMorris and Oblivion crash into each other.
Zach Davis: All four individuals are throwing hay makers at one another.
Night Rider nails Hatcher with an arm-drag. Rider struts around, gloating of his actions.
McMorris and Oblivion hook up with a collar and elbow tie-up...
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC knocks down The Monster with a short-arm clothesline!!
Oblivion immediately gets up...
Gravedigger: Oblivion connects with a swinging neck breaker on Zombie McMorris!!
Freddy Whoa: Raymond Hatcher connects with a knife-edge chop!!
Night Rider winces in pain for a micro-second, charges at Hatcher....
Gravedigger: Night Rider knocks The Real Deal down with a clothesline!!
Oblivion picks up McMorris and whips him into the ropes...
Zach Davis: McMorris bounces off the ropes and charges towards Oblivion, who drops down, to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC bounces over Oblivion....
Gravedigger: AND JUST LIKE THAT.... NIGHT RIDER NAILS ZMAC WITH A DROP KICK!!
Raymond Hatcher grabs Oblivion...
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher nails Oblivion with two forearm shots.
Freddy Whoa: A PICTURE PERFECT EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!
The Monster quickly stands up and Hatcher charges at Oblivion....
Zach Davis: Oblivion picks up Raymond Hatcher with two hands, up in the air....
Zach Davis: ...and right now into a sit-down powerbomb!!!
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion goes for the pin....
Stanley Moser slides into position for the pin count...
Crowd: TW-.... NOOOOOOOO!!!
Zach Davis: That's one and a half!!
Raymond Hatcher rolls out of the ring.
The crowd is going absolutely crazy with Night Rider and Zombie McMorris striking one another with chops, uppercuts, shin kicks, forearm smashes, headbutts and eye gouges.
Gravedigger: NOW!! THIS IS WHAT I CALL ACTION!!
Night Rider charges at Zombie McMorris and connects with a running clothesline....
Zach Davis: Night Rider just knocked ZMAC out of the ring!!
Gravedigger: McMorris lands right next to a kneeling Raymond Hatcher!!
Night Rider keeps looking out of the ring as he slowly walks backwards to the center, of the ring. He bumps into something...
Freddy Whoa: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAA!!!
Crowd: OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU!!! OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU!!!
Zach Davis: FALLING DOCTOR!!
Freddy Whoa: Gutwrench powerbomb!!
Out side, of the ring ZMAC grabs Hatcher and whips him...
Gravedigger: Raymond Hatcher reverses the Irish whip...
Zombie McMorris collides into the ring steps.
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher charges towards Zombie McMorris....
Hatcher charges at his opponent, but ZMAC moves out of the way and Raymond Hatcher flies over the ringsteps and lands hard on the ringside mats, near the security railing.
Freddy Whoa: McMorris walks over to The Real Deal....
While hanging onto the security railing, Zombie McMorris stomps down onto Raymond Hatcher.
Oblivion grabs and picks up Night Rider, who just stands there and looks right in the face of a staring Oblivion....
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME..... THIS IS AWESOME..... THIS IS AWESOME!!
Night Rider takes a swing at Oblivion, but misses. Oblivion tries to hit Night Rider but misses...
Gravedigger: Oblivion nails Night Rider in the mid-section with a boot in the gut!!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider nails Oblivion in the mid-section with a boot in the gut!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!! DDT!!
ZMAC grabs Raymond Hatcher....
Gravedigger: Zombie McMorris nails Raymond Hatcher with a snap suplex into the security railings!!!
ZMAC picks up Hatcher, slowly...
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher connects with an European uppercut....
Hatcher moves around behind McMorris...
Freddy Whoa: RAYMOND HATCHER JUST THREW ZOMBIE MCMORRIS INTO THE SECURITY RAILINGS WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX!!
Night Rider grabs Oblivion and whips Oblivion into the ropes. The Monster bounces off screaming from the ring ropes....
Oblivion nails Night Rider with a kneelift to the face.
Gravedigger: Oblivion flies to a corner and quickly climbs up to the top turnbuckle....
Freddy Whoa: HEY THAT'S MY LINE!! WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion connects with a twisting splash!!
Night Rider rolls out of the ring. Oblivion climbs back up to the top turnbuckle....
Gravedigger: Oblivion flies into the air....
Zach Davis: HOLY COW!! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT!! ZOMBIE MCMORRIS JUT DROPKICKED OBLIVION, AS HE FLEW HIS WAY DOWN.
All four competitors are on the ring side mats.
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider stands up and stumbles around....
Zach Davis: Flying off of the ring apron... Raymond Hatcher nails with a flying clothesline!!
Gravedigger: Oblivion catches Raymond Hatcher with a Dirtnap DDT on the ringside mats....
The crowd roars out....
Freddy Whoa: WORLD TOUR '69!!!
Zach Davis: Double-arm spike ddt!!!
All four competitors slowly stumble, battered and bruised into the ring...
Gravedigger: Raymond Hatcher grabs Night Rider....
Zombie McMorris spins Hatcher around...
Freddy Whoa: GUTWRENCH POWERBOMB!!!
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher is down with the AXE WOUND!!!
Oblivion nails Zombie McMorris from behind...
Gravedigger: OH THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD!! Oblivion spins McMorris around... kicks him in the gut with a massive boot. The Monster lifts up The Honey Badger up to a fireman's carry...
Freddy Whoa: 5150!!!!
Zach Davis: But... wait!!! HERE COMES NIGHT RIDER....
Night Rider drags Oblivion to the turnbuckles and takes him to the top rope....
Gravedigger: Drop of Death!!
Zach Davis: Night Rider just dropped Oblivion with a face first DDT from the top rope!!
Gravedigger This crowd is going absolutely bonkers!!! I can barely hear myself think!!
Crowd: THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!! THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!! THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!! THIS MATCH IS AWESOME!!
All four competitors are all motionless, not able to move. All right in the center, of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: I think all four of these competitors just killed one another!!!
Zach Davis: All four of these competitors gave out 100percent of effort!!!
Hatcher is able to sling his arm overtop of Oblivion.
DING DING DING!
Gravedigger: RAYMOND HATCHER WINS IT!
The bell sounds as Hatcher's music plays.
Freddy Whoa: What an amazing match!
Zach Davis: Raymond Hatcher walks away with a win over three WCF veterans! Wow!
As Night Rider goes to leave the ring, the lights start to flicker around the arena. They go out as a loud whiny of a horse is heard. The tron comes to life with an over view of the grand cities in the world, as "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speakers once again. Night Rider searches the crowd and then looks at the entrance way expecting to see her, but nothing.
Freddy Whoa: Night Rider looks like he's expecting to see someone.
Zach Davis: I think you're right on that one... Could it be her?
Freddy Whoa: No one has seen D'Evil in a while... Who else would it be?
Zach Davis: Someone that may know where she is, or someone that wants to get back at Night Rider.
Voice: Tick tock, Tick Tock... The time is starting to dwindle my children. The Phoenix will once again rise from the ashes of one life and come into another. Fires will always burn, and shadows will always linger, but death... Death will never be an end, at least not to one. The time, this time, darkness will reign no matter how much the light tries to conquer it. The light has come to an end, and darkness has come. What is dead shall rise again. You have been warned mortal fools! Soon the Reaper of Souls will rise!
With that the scene on the tron explodes,
and all that is left is two swords ablaze, and then fade away into the darkness, as the lights come back on.
Freddy Whoa: I think we maybe dealing with someone else!
Zach Davis: I don't know... This seems familiar, and yet kind of creepy. I guess we'll find out soon enough who this mystery person is. We'll be back after this.
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays through the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way out to the ring alone. He still has a slight limp from last week’s attack, but seems to be doing far better than when we last saw him. He holds his Trio’s Title over his shoulder and slaps the outstretched hands of the fans surrounding him. He slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake to the center of the ring where he stands up with microphone in hand. The crowd chants…
Crowd: We Fear Gemini (clap clap clap clap clap)… We Fear Gemini (clap clap clap clap clap)…
Gemini Battle: My name is Gemini Battle and I am here to call out the cowardly piece of shit that attacked me last week in my locker room.
Zach Davis: For those of you who are not aware Gemini Battle was attacked in his locker room prior to his match against Spencer Adams for the number one contender spot for the People’s Championship. His match was certainly affected by the attack but he has thus far made no excuses for the loss.
Gravedigger: But what he has done is vow to exact revenge on the guy who messed him up.
Gemini Battle: I don’t care who you are, or why you did it. Just come out here and meet me face to face like a man.
No one comes out.
Gravedigger: In my experience anyone who attacks a man from behind won’t come meet them face to face.
Gemini stands alone in the middle of the ring waiting for his attacker to come out.
Gemini Battle: Listen, I’m here exposed in front of a crowd of thousands. I’ve still got a bum knee, your sneak attack on me last week gave you the physical edge on me so by coming out you will still be at an advantage so show yourself and lets deal with this like men!
The lights go out and a spotlight shines on the entrance ramp which fills up with smoke. A silhouette of a person shows up behind the smoke.
Gemini Battle: Who are you?
The person speaks and is sounds as though it’s being mechanically altered in some way. The voice almost resembles that of a robot.
Person: Mr. Battle. The time will come when it is time for us to meet face to face. And when that time comes I fully expect my comeuppance. I expect you to treat me like the vile and sadistic animal that I am. And when that time comes we both will be satisfied.
Gemini Battle: Let’s satisfy this now!
The crowd cheers as they hear the voice of Gemini Battle and can see the silhouette of a person, ready for them to do battle.
Person: Now now now… this is not the moment. Before we finally meet I just want to ask you a question… why?
Gemini Battle: What the fuck do you mean why? Why what?
Person: Why, Mr. Battle? Why?
Gemini Battle: Why what? What are you talking about?
The spotlight turns off. The arena is pitched black. Then just as suddenly the arena becomes unbearably bright, just as blinding as the darkness. Then just as suddenly the lights return to their normal level.
Zach Davis: Well it seems that we have more questions than answers after that… what the hell?
The camera turns to Gemini Battle lay motionless in the center of the ring. His shirt is ripped open and the word ‘WHY’ is spray painted on his chest.
Gravedigger: And that’s the burning question right there… why?
The opening bars of I'm not Like Everybody Else by the Kinks begins playing on the Slam a Tron as Alex Richards walks towards the ring with a huge smile on his smile. He holds his doctor's bag in one hand and with the other he takes turns slapping hands, hugging, signing autographs, high fiving, and occasionally delivering a more good natured then used to hard slap to a fan's hand. He wears the Internet Championship over his left shoulder.
Kyle Steel: Currently on the way to the ring, weighing in at 345 pounds and hailing from anyplace that needs pain, suffering, pills, or Zim-Quila... "The Archduke of Mass Confusion" Alex Richards!!!
Alex eventually enters the ring after killing a few good minutes amusing himself.
"Destruction Overdrive" by Black Label Society hits the P.A. System and the lights flicker in accordance while the tune plays through the airwaves. Danny Anderson walks out onto the stage and adjusts his wrist tape before sprinting down the ramp as his theme song picks up.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at a lean two-hundred and twenty three pounds, he is DANNY AN-DURR-SON?!!?!?
Anderson looks out into the WCF Galaxy who greets him with a mixed reaction. Danny responds with a grin before walking up the ring steps onto the apron. He dusts his feet off and then enters through the ropes. Once in the ring he cracks his knuckles and smiles crazy style playing to the crowd one last time before preparing for the match.
Zach Davis: This should be quite a match up right here.
Gravedigger: Oh really, Do you think so? Of course it will be! It's a US Title Beat the Clock Challenge Match. Both of these wrestlers are going for a chance to compete for the US Title.
Zach Davis: It looks like the action is getting hot and heavy already.
Both wrestlers come out exchanging rights and lefts. Richards with a knee to the stomach followed by an uppercut that staggers Anderson. Richards grabs Anderson and sends him flying into the ropes. Anderson ducks a clothesline attempt and comes off the other ropes with a crossbody. He hooks the leg trying to end this one quickly but Richards powers out before the referee can even get into position.
Gravedigger: I don't believe Anderson was actually trying to end it there. It was more trying to get his opponent to exert more energy having to kick out. One tactic used to wear your opponent out quicker.
Zach Davis: Sounds plausible to me.
Gravedigger: Of course it is. If it wasn't I wouldn't have said it.
Meanwhile in the ring Anderson picks up Richards and slams him to the mat. He climbs to the second rope and comes off with a knee on the chest of Richards. Anderson picks Richards back up and sends him into the turnbuckle. Anderson dives in trying to spear him in the gut. Richards drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring as Anderson hits the steel post and drops out to the floor. The referee begins counting both of them out.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
Richards makes his way over to the steel railing and uses it to help him get to his feet. Anderson gets to his knees and grabs the ring apron as he starts to get up.
7, 8, 9,
Anderson slides under the bottom rope at about the same time that Richards does. Richards rolls back out and walks around the ring to where Anderson is at. Richards climbs the ropes and comes off with an elbow smash just as Anderson is getting to his feet. Richards picks up Anderson and connects with a Death Valley Driver. He goes for the pin as the referee slides into position.
Freddy Whoa: No, Anderson gets the shoulder up!
Richards complains to the referee about a slow count before picking up Anderson and throws him outside the ring. After going out after him Richards picks up Anderson and drops him over the railing. Richards sets himself and waits for the perfect moment before hitting Anderson with a Hot Shot sending Anderson into the steel railing. Richards grabs Anderson and throws him back into the ring. He climbs in after him and picks Anderson up, carrying him as he climbs to the top rope. He sets Anderson up preparing to suplex him off of the top rops. Anderson blocks it and hits Richards with a suplex of his own. Richards hits the mat with a loud thud as Anderson falls to the mat himself. With both men down the referee begins counting.
Anderson slowly begins getting to his knees as he grabs the bottom rope for leverage. Richards rolls towards the corner and grabs the bottom turnbuckle.
Anderson gets to his feet just in time to see Richards coming towards him. Anderson blocks the elbow and connects with a left staggering Richards. Anderson kicks Richards in the groin and hits him with an uppercut followed by a clothesline that sends Richards to the mat. Anderson picks up Richards and hits him with the Stillmatic. Anderson with the cover as the ref slides into position.
No, Richards somehow gets his foot on the ropes. Anderson begins arguing with the referee Richards grabs him from behind and flips him over pinning his shoulders to the mat. Richards grabs the trunks and uses the ropes for leverage as the referee slides in to make the count.
Zach Davis: Richards gets the win here tonight. What a battle that turned into!
Gravedigger: But was it fast enough? This was our first match of the Beat the Clock Challenge to determine next Sunday's stipulation!
Adam Young is in a black muscle tee and jeans standing in the parking lot when a figure starts walking towards him.
Amos: So you sure you want to do this?
Adam Young: Bring your yankee ass on son.
From behind Adam comes Kin Caid who hits him in the back with a 2x4.
Amos: How long have you known us?
All of a sudden Amos is nailed in the back with a steel trash can.
Adam looks Amos in the eyes as Kin Caid is helping Amos up.
Adam Young: Longer than I care to admit.
An all out brawl begins as any and everything that isn't nailed down is used. Bodies slam threw car windows and off the side of the arena. Fans outside are cheering as Adam and his buddy are destroying the FIST. Amos is out cold on the hood of a Chevy Malibu as Adam and his pal nail a double flapjack onto the unforgiving pavement. Adam stands over Kin Caid.
Adam Young: Now take your asses back to California or you'll get an ass whoopin your daddy should of given you when you turned ten.
The duo walks into the arena to finish watching SLAM sending FIST on their merry way getting revenge for the car wreck in Mexico for Adam.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam and we're knee deep in this Beat The Clock challenge for the chance to choose the stipulation at Blast next Sunday!
Freddy Whoa: Our mathemiticians and ring tech are busy punching the numbers for the previous match, so we'll find out at the end of the night who Beat The Clock later tonight! Who do you think the favorite is Digger? Who's got time on their side?
Zach Davis: He's eating a Cantina Power Bowl from that dat Taco Bell right now Freddy...
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 all the baddest of poons wet. Every child in attendance grows hair on their ballsack 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, his Tag Team Championship in his hand, and Bolts Quackenbush waving that Old Glory PG Flag with the Ham' n' Sick' and the Fitty Stars and Thickteen Bars.
Zach Davis: It's Kaz Mazy!
Freddy Whoa: The only thing that would make this entrance thicker is titties being motorboated!
As if on cue, Bolts motorboats the baddest set of titties in attendance on that instant transmission shit as Kaz starts making his way down the steps, throwing his hands in the air with each cry of his name.
Crowd: KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ! KAZ!
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 hands his effects to Bolts who guards them with his life. Kaz leans against the turnbuckle as his music fades and awaits the start of the match.
Zach Davis: Kaz has been on a warpath ever since losing the championship at ADM, and if he wants the odds stacked in his favor at Blast, he's going to have to beat his opponent in record time tonight.
Freddy Whoa: He doesn't look that worried Zach.
Zach Davis: He better start getting worried. Look who his opponent is...
The arena goes black and Hail to the King by Avenged Sevenfold plays over pa. A spot light lights up the center of the ring. Marc walks out from behind the curtain. He runs down the ramp while red pyros go off following him down. He slides under the ropes and warms up in the spotlight while he waits for the start of the match.
Zach Davis: Marc and Kaz are not short on history inside of that squared circle.
Freddy Whoa: Kaz seems pretty confident against the Hardcore Champion tonight, lets see what Mayhem has up his sleeve for this contest.
The two circle each other for a minute as the bell rings.
Zach Davis: And this match is off...
Just as Marc and Kaz are about to lock up, "Crawl" by Kings of Leon blasts over the P.A and Marc whips around to face the stage.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: ITS TORTURE! TORTURES HERE TONIGHT ON SLAM!
Gravedigger: Oh god...
A few seconds pass, but nobody comes out. Marc hops out between the middle and top rope and takes off down the entrance ramp. The referee starts counting along with the crowd.
Zach Davis: Come on Marc! Get back in the ring!
Freddy Whoa: He doesn't care about this match! He wants Torture's head on a pike!
Zach Davis: This ones over!
Freddy Whoa: Record time too! A distraction from Torture and that's all Kaz needed!
"2nd Sucks" by ADTR starts playing, but Kaz calls for a microphone and his music cuts off.
Kaz Mazy: The time to beat...is thirty seconds!
Mixtures of cheers and boos from the crowd.
Kaz Mazy: I guess I should be thanking Torture...You really helped a brother out man, but none of the credit for this most impressive victory can go to Torture. I earned this...ME!!!
Another cheer/boo mix from the crowd.
Kaz Mazy: I guess I could thank the ring techs...why don't you come on out you guys?! Take a bow, why don't ya?
"Maggies Farm" hits the P.A and ZMAC and Joey Flash come walking out on to the stage flanked by Buddy Roman. Buddy is clappin' so hard he's losing weight.
Kaz Mazy: I couldn't have done this without you guys...well, I could have beaten Marc, but not in record time like I just did. Thank you! Take a bow gentlemen!
ZMAC and Flash bow up on stage to a tremendous chorus of BOOS from this hot crowd.
Zach Davis: Oh my god...what a despicable trick from Imperium.
Gravedigger: That wasn't despicable, that was smart. A real intellectual move by "The Godson of Professional Wrestling". He said he didn't HAVE to beat Marc. He just had to Beat The Clock.
Kaz heads out of the ring and up the ramp to stand with Imperium as the scene fades to black.
Daft Punk's Flynn Lives comes over the speakers.
Zach Davis: What is this!?
Gravedigger: We can't go one week without him, can we?
The lights go out and a spotlight grows bigger on the top of the ramp as smoke fills the space and a shadowed figure is elevated from underneath the stage slowly to the ramp. The spotlight shows Torture wearing the ten piece of gold called the Hardcore Championship. He's flanked to his left and right with Chris Avery, Ryan Daniels and Tank Reaper. They walk down the ramp in their finest suits, and their top notch bling. The crowd is of course booing their loudest because Torture is a dick, and they hate dicks.
Zach Davis: Well, this isn't on the schedule, so this should be interesting..
Gravedigger: I don't have the patience for this right now.
Zach Davis: Easy, easy.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, Digger, calm down.
Torture grabs a microphone and he waits for the crowd to stop booing.
Torture: Oh Baltimore, how I missed thee.
Torture: If there ever was an award for the dirtiest, smelliest, big piece of shit for a City, Baltimore would win it every year. Buwahaha.
Zach Davis: That's out of line.
Torture: Why is Wrestling Championship Federation even coming here still? To boost your shitty economy? To give you a real hero to look at?
Crowd boos as Torture turns his attention to some familiar faces in the front row.
Torture: Maybe it's because Baltimore Ravens know they're not real Champions like I am!
Crowd cheers for Steve Smith Sr. and Terrell Suggs who are sitting front row putting a thumbs down motion to Team of Torture. Suggs and Smith Sr. mouthing and talking shit while Avery and Daniels motion for them to try their best and get in the ring.
Zach Davis: It's very awesome that Baltimore Ravens players are spending their night with us, but Torture is out of line here.
Gravedigger: I think Suggs wants to get his hands on Torture!
Crowd is chanting for Suggs to jump the guard rail. Suggs nods in agreement and jumps over the guardrail and Torture gets back on the mic.
Torture: WHOA! SECURITY! SECURITY! NOW!
Suggs gets on the ring apron but ten security guards grab him and take him off the apron and the crowd is in nuclear heat mode.
Zach Davis: What the hell!? Suggs was going to get in the ring with Torture and Tort asked for security!
Freddy Whoa: This is crazy!!
Torture: Sorry Suggs! You can't just jump the guardrail and try to fight REAL Champions like me! GET HIS ASS OUTTA HERE!
The crowd booos hard as Suggs is getting handcuffed and taken up the ramp.
Torture: HASHTAG HANDS UP DONT SHOOT! Buwahahahhaha HASHTAG BLACK LIVES MATTER buwahahahaha!
Crowd boos hard.
Torture: Baltimore, you're dealing with a REAL Hardcore Champion now! You guys know how to make a legend welcome! I say I do something that Dune, or Bates won't do! I'm ready to fight! Unlike Mayhem's jobber loser ass, I actually know how to win matches. I know how to compete at a high level! Sure, I'm in a twenty five thousand dollar suit, but that doesn't mean I'm not a fighting Champion! So as YOUR Hardcore Champion, I'm issuing an OPEN Challenge! and I'm putting my Hardcore Championship on the line!
Zach Davis: He's not the Hardcore Champion..
Gravedigger: (Sigh) patience level is getting low, Zach.
Torture: Ryan, you be the ref tonight! Tank and Avery, please clear my ring, I'd like this to be as official as possible.
Crowd is booing as Daniels takes off his suit jacket and long sleeve shirt to show his refferee shirt he was wearing this entire time. Torture takes off his suit jacket and hangs it on the top rope and rolls up his sleeves. He asks for a challenger.
Crowd is chanting MAYHEM. MAYHEM. MAYHEM. MAYHEM.
Torture is pointing out to the crowd chanting with them, mouthing "MAYHEM MAYHEM MAYHEM" but in a sarcastic tone.
Zach Davis: Well, you think this is it! It's Mayhem time!
"Criminals" by Big B hits the P.A. system! Crowd erupts.
Zach Davis: WHAT!?!
Gravedigger: WAYLON CASH IS HERE?!?!
Zach Davis: WOW!!!!
Freddy Whoa: WWWHHOOOAAAAa!!!!!
Yuo steps from behind the curtain and taunts at the top of the ramp.
Zach Davis: Oh come on!
Gravedigger: What the-
Zach Davis: Oh you got to be kidding me!
Torture is laughing as the crowd is booing.
Yuo walks down the ramp as Torture is in the ring playing air guitar and enjoying the music. Yuo gets to the bottom of the ramp where a steel chair is decked across his face from Chris Avery. The crowd gasps at the stiff shot.
Zach Davis: OH MY GOD HES GOTTA BE DEAD.
Tank lifts up Yuo's lifeless body and slides him into the ring where Yuo rolls to his back. Torture dances around and then the music stops so he walks over and pins Yuo. Daniels hits to his knees and counts 1...2....3..
Zach Davis: This isn't official, so I have no idea what's going on, but Yuo might be out cold..
Gravedigger: That was the hardest chair shot I've seen in quite some time.
Torture grabs the microphone.
Torture: BALTIMORE.. IF ANYONE ELSE IN THE BACK WANTS TO FIGHT LETS DO THIS!
Torture throws down the microphone as LL Cool J's Momma Said Knock You Out plays through out the speakers. The crowd erupts. Torture turns his attention to the stage.
Betty Adams steps to the top of the ramp. She taunts to the Baltimore crowd.
Zach Davis: Oh my god.. Don't do it Betty! Don't do this!
Gravedigger: She's got big balls, Zach, bigger balls than that coward Torture!
Zach Davis: If he lays a hand on her, Digger.. I .. I don't know what I'd do..
Betty Adams walks down the ramp slowly, and Torture starts to bark orders to Avery and Tank on the outside telling them to let her through. Tank and Avery turn to the side as Betty takes a deep breath and walks through them and walks up the steps and crawls between the ropes. Torture tells her to stop and then slowly hits his knees and puts his hands behind his back. "YOU TAKE THE FIRST SHOT! YOU GO FIRST!" Torture winks.
Betty looks out at the crowd... both sides.. cheering for her to throw an attack of some sort.
Zach Davis: Just get out of there Betty! What the hell are you doing?!
Betty clenches her fist and looks down at Torture on his knees.
Gravedigger: She's going to punch him! Yes! Do it Betty!
Betty kisses her fist and Ryan Daniels hits the stiffest sidekick to Betty's chin WCF has ever seen! The crowd gasps and boos so loud.
Gravedigger: THAT SON OF BITCH!
Gravedigger tries to get his headset off but Tank and Avery run over and stand between him and the ring. Digger begins to yell at Tank and Avery. Whoa and Davis are grabbing Digger to calm him down and sit him down. Torture turns his attention back on Betty who is out cold. He pins her and hooks the leg. Daniels counts.. one.. two.. three.
Crowd is still booing. Torture kisses Betty on the forehead as officials grab her and slide her off the ring onto a board and carry her to the back. Torture stands up and taunts as if he's just beaten half the WCF roster. He high fives Daniels and grabs the microphone.
Torture: IM NOT DONE!!! LETS KEEP THIS GOING! ANYONE ELSE?!
The Serial Kicker comes out to the top of the stage and the crowd erupts. He has a microphone.
Serial Kicker: TORT! YOU KNOW WHERE JAY PRICE IS?!
Torture: Uh... no?
Serial Kicker: I'M LOOKING FOR HIS ASS!
Torture: Have you tried the clearance bin at your local shit-mart?
Serial Kicker: Ha! That's a good one. I gotta write that down.
Torture: In fact, when you do find him, kick him right in the pussy.. and tell him this.. Tell him his Daddy's home. He'll know what you mean.
Serial Kicker: You got it!
Kicker runs back through the curtain. Announcers are still dealing with Gravedigger who wants to get in the ring bad. Digger finally sits back down as Zach and Freddy are trying to get this show back on track. Avery pulls out a table and sets it up on the outside of the ring. Avery grabs another chair and slides it into the ring.
Sing by My Chemical Romance plays and a few girls in the crowd cheer. Cryboy McEmo steps out, looking around, wondering if tonight is the night he makes history and finally gets a victory.
Zach Davis: Oh boy! Cryboy is back!
Gravedigger: I hope he gets in there and beats their asses!
Cryboy runs down the ramp and slides in, and as soon as he does, Daniels hits a leg drop on the back of his head. Avery slides into the ring and picks up the chair. Daniels picks up Cryboy and throws him to the ropes, upon his rebound, Avery hits a sick chair shot! Torture grabs CryBoy and hits a vicious Tortures Device. Torture hooks the leg and Daniels counts again. One! Two! Three!
Freddy Whoa: Torture has defended the Hardcore Championship three times!
Zach Davis: No Freddy, He's not the Hardcore Champion.. Mayhem is, and you HAVE to wonder where he is right now.
Torture picks up the microphone as the crowd chants Mayhem! Mayhem! Mayhem!
Torture: SHUT UP! I'm the real Hardcore Champion and you losers know it! Look at this! No one can do what I do! I'm a GOD! I'm a LEGEND! Stop chanting his name!
Zach Davis: Torture's furious over this crowd chanting for Mayhem!
We cut backstage to a camera running down a hallway and some WCF officials yelling next to a forklift. They're trying to move it. The camera pans and shows the forklift blocking a door that says "Mayhem's Locker Room". The officials can't find the keys to move the forklift and you can hear Mayhem banging through the door trying to get out and get his hands on Team of Torture. We cut back to the ring where Torture is smiling holding a key. He begins to laugh as nuclear fucking heat comes down upon him. Everyone in the arena is booing as loud as possible.
Torture: What?! You think Mayhem is going to save these pieces of fat shit losers? You think Mayhem is going to get his hands on a true Legend like myself!? You think YOU DESERVE MAYHEM AND ME IN THE RING TOGETHER! YOU KIDDING ME!? MAYHEM DOESN--
"I Like to Move It" by Reel 2 Reel plays over the sound system.
The crowd. Fucking. Erupts.
Zach Davis: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYY GAAAWWDDDDDD
Tyler Walker steps out onto the stage and the crowd goes crazy. Torture swallows whatever spit he had in his mouth and drops the microphone. He tells Tank, and Daniels and Avery to get into position. Clearly, not prepared for this.
Tyler stands for a few seconds and Biohazard steps through the curtain and joins him at the top of the ramp. The crowd cheers some more. They run down the ramp and slide into the ring! Torture steps back into the ring corner as Avery and Daniels trade rights and lefts with Biohazard and Walker! Walker throws Avery over the top rope! Daniels is thrown through the middle rope to the outside! They both turn around and the crowd is cheering like maniacs Tank grabs both of them by the throats and it all switches to boos.
Zach Davis: Well that was fun while it lasted!
Tank, the seven foot five monster tries to pick them both up but they both kick Tank in the nuts!
Gravedigger: ALRIGHT! YEAH!!
Tank bends to one knee and they both sidekick Tank to the face! Tank goes down and Walker and Biohazard inch closer to Torture. Tort puts his hands up slowly and is trying to talk them down. He backs up against the ropes. Walker and Biohazard inch closer when Daniels and Avery hit both of them from behind! Torture grabs Walker and starts laying rights into his forehead! Vicious rights into Walker! He's busted open. Daniels and Avery grab Biohazard and throw him into the corner where a chair was set up in between the ropes.. Hazard slams headfirst into the chair and then is clotheslined over the top rope! Torture demands Tank to stand up and chokeslam this fool! Walker is busted open. Tort picks him up, slaps him across the face and spits on him. He turns him around and Tank picks him up by the throat and chokeslams him OVER the top rope through the table on the outside!
Zach Davis: OH NO!! HES BROKEN IN HALF!
Gravedigger: He's out! He's gone! He's dead!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA MOMMA THAT HAD TO HURT!
Medics and officials rush to Walker and Biohazards sides on the outside of the ring. The crowd boos as Torture grabs the microphone.
Torture: You think I don't deserve to be here? Let me tell you, I'm not taking a roster spot, I'm taking the whole damn roster! No one here can beat me! I'm the greatest god damn wrestler that's ever lived!
Crowd starts cheering.
Torture: What the?!
Zach Davis: LOOK! ON THE BIG SCREEN!
Officials are trying to move the forklift until they all turn around.
Oblivion steps into frame and pushes the forklift out of the way. The crowd erupts. Mayhem busts the door open. Mayhem looks at Oblivion and they both turn their attention to the hallway. The crowd starts cheering! Torture is beside himself!
Torture: SECURITY!! SECURITY!!! GRAB THEM!!!
The cameras are trying to keep up with Oblivion and Mayhem who are running down hallways. They turn the corner and the camera stops. We come back to inside of the arena where Mayhem and Oblivion run through the curtain and the place fucking blows it's lid!
Zach Davis: MAYHEM!!! MAYHEM AND OBLIVION ARE HERE TO BEAT TEAM OF TORTURE ASSS!!!
Freddy Whoa: BALTIMORE IS GOING CRAZY!!!
Oblivion and Mayhem run into ten security guards at the bottom of the ramp, but lefts, rights, kicks, throwing some of them into the guardrails, Mayhem and Oblivion turn their attention to Team of Torture! They run to the ring and slide in just as Torture grabs the Hardcore Championship and scatters out! They jump the guardrail and run up through the crowd! Team of Torture runs up the stairs to the top of the first bowl and Torture turns back clenching the Hardcore Championship. Mayhem and Oblivion are furious inside the ring.. Mayhem is demanding Torture to come back down. The crowd begins to chant MAYHEM! MAYHEM! MAYHEM! MAYHEM! MAYHEM!
Zach Davis: WHAT A COWARD! WHAT A DAMN COWARD!
Torture is stressing out and Tank grabs Torture from behind and drags him through the isle-curtain and they're out of sight.
Gravedigger: They're leaving Baltimore! What a douche! What a dumbass douche!
Zach Davis: MAYHEM WANTS TO GET HIS HANDS ON TORTURE!
Gravedigger: He's going to be able to do it next Sunday Night, Zach!
Zach Davis: THATS RIGHT! AT BLAST! MAYHEM VS TORTURE AND MAYHEM IS GOING TO WRECK SHOP ON TEAM OF TORTURE!
Freddy Whoa: I can't Wait Zach!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! It's main event time!
Zach Davis: Welcome back, folks. During the break we were joined at ringside by tag team champion Kaz Mazy, sort of. He's refusing to actually speak to any of us, so I'm not sure what he's up to.
Gravedigger: Look who's in the match, Davis; the Godson has damn good reason to want to be as close to the action here as he can get.
Zach Davis: Fair enough. But with all that's been going on with Imperium lately, I just don't think Kaz's motivations are that simple.
Freddy Whoa: I think we'll find out soon enough; Kyle Steel's taking the ring.
The house lights die. Cawing crows echo throughout the arena, deep blue and purple spotlights dance across the screaming faces of loyal fans as the ear splitting sound reaches a crescendo. There's a moment of Silence, shattered by a wave of cheers as Scarecrow’s disembodied voice recites, with gravel laced tones, his vengeful credo. The crowd joining in:
“A Murder of Crows is gathering, the fields are ripe to reap. The days of sin, follow the wind, with promises to keep.”
“And in those fateful hours, when my dawn shall duly rise. The Scarecrow shall guard you, from the prince of lies"
“Men of straw, they cower, fall and fear the flame. Yet I am the one, who embraces the sun. Let darkness know my name.”
The crowd breaks into cheers, acquiescing to their hero's request: SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW! SCARE-CROW!
A moment passes, then “Red Right Hand”, by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds kicks in. As the melancholic chords snarl, a purple spotlight appears on stage beneath a jumbotron of break neck imagery; Kick! Wham! Stunner!...The unworthy fall victim before The Murder Machine. A Murder of Crows! A vicious Roadkill! It's a glorious car crash of jobbers and victories. A moment later, The Scarecrow emerges from behind the gorilla curtain, his massive form cutting a dark, brooding silhouette beneath the spotlight, a form eclipsed by red smoke and light.
Still masked in shadow, Scarecrow adjusts his right taped hand and steps forward, only now gaining detail as he slowly begins his procession down the ramp. We realize now that he's wearing a customized black hoodie over his fight gear. The words, "The Scarecrow", are emblazoned across the back in dark grey.
Kyle Steel: Standing at six foot six! Weighing in at two hundred and fifty eight pounds! From The Lost Highways of America! He is DAHHH MURDAHHH MACHINNNE, DAHHH SCAREEE-CROWWW!!!
The spotlight above follows Scarecrow at a measured pace, his tall frame navigating around the squared circle.
“You're one microscopic cog, in his catastrophic plan. Designed and directed by his red...right...hand.”
The Scarecrow saunters over the top rope and enters the ring. Crow removes his hoodie and throws it at Kyle Steel. The Murder Machine climbs the ring post now and hits a sinister crucifix pose to a MASSIVE POP. Crow soaks up the adulation for a moment before waving his opponent on. Crow leaps down and leans his back against the ring post, assuming a demeanor of nonchalance tinged with cold menace.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow, the People's Champion, has been on a tear in recent weeks and after what we saw earlier tonight, I can't help but worry for Mikey eXtreme's sake.
Gravedigger: Well, somebody probably should, since Mikey isn't worried at all.
As the lights in the arena go out once more, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring. Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at Scarecrow.
Gravedigger: See? Confidence right there.
Zach Davis: Well, it remains to be seen whether or not he can back that confidence up.
(DING DING DING!)
The final ring still hangs in the air as eXtreme explodes up out of the corner, and Scarecrow meets him halfway. The two champions lock up in the middle of the ring and jockey for position; Scarecrow takes advantage with a knee lift and grabs Mikey in a front headlock. eXtreme retaliates with a heavy right hand into Crow's ribs, then grabs the arm around his neck and pries himself free, wringing Scarecrow's arm in the process. Mikey drives the point of his elbow in Crow's shoulder, but Screcrow fires off a side kick to eXtreme's gut, wrenches out of the grip, then throws a back elbow in Mikey's direction. eXtreme ducks under and shoots the ropes then ducks again on the rebound as Crow comes at him with a lariat. Both men hit the ropes on opposite sides of the ring and meet up in the center, each going for a shoulder block. Scarecrow's weight advantage overpowers Mikey's momentum and drops the eXtreme one flat on his back.
Zach Davis: Scarecrow follows up with a quick elbow drop on Mikey eXtreme, and Mikey now rolling out of the ring to gain some breathing room.
Gravedigger: It's a good strategy; slow the match down, and work it at your pace. Both of these guys are brawlers, but you don't want to stay close to Scarecrow for too long. Stick and move.
Freddy Whoa: That was my motto in college, too. And now Scarecrow's acting like the crazy bitch during my sophomore year, and stalking Mikey outside the ring. And I don't think a restraining order is gonna work on the Murder Machine.
Crow catches up to Mikey as he rounds the corner of the ring, and lays a hand on eXtreme's shoulder. Mikey spins around and quickly jabs Crow, before sliding back inside of the ring. Mikey hits the ropes on the other side of the ring, as Crow pulls himself to the ring apron. Mikey goes for an attack, but Scarecrow lunges through the ropes, hitting Mikey in the midsection, before pulling himself over the ropes and Mikey, hitting a sunset flip on eXtreme. The cover...
Zach Davis: Kickout at two, after using a move you don't see often in professional wrestling...
Gravedigger: Because its a wimpy move used by pip-squeaks who barely get wins over real men like me.
Freddy Whoa: You've fallen victim to a sunset flip before, have you?
Gravedigger: I don't want to talk about it...
Meanwhile Mikey and Crow continue to grapple, after coming to several stalemates on the ropes. Mikey finally gains the upper hand, after using a thumb to the eye of Scarecrow, eliciting boos from the fans, but its effectiveness is apparent, as he follows this up with a kick to the midsection and a DDT, followed by a cover...
Mikey stays down, as he grinds his forearm into the face of Scarecrow, who fights back by getting his feet in between himself and eXtreme, getting distance between them as he kicks Mikey in the face. Crow uses the distance to regain his feet, while Mikey finds his feet, as well.
Gravedigger: Back to Square One.
Zach Davis: Yeah, and both of these guys looking sharp this evening. Neither one giving the other much to work with, as far as gaining or losing advantage right now.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, Mikey may have caught the short end when he got this match to Beat The Clock. Sure, Marc Mayhem is a brick that can take punishment, and so is Alex Richards, but Scarecrow has stamina to go right along with you for hours.
Gravedigger: And they lock back up, and Scarecrow with the arm of Mikey eXtreme. Armbar being torqued, and again, and again!
Scarecrow leads Mikey around by the arm, before Mikey does a front roll to escape the armbar. Mikey then kicks Scarecrow's hand holding on to Mikey, before Mikey connects with...
Freddy Whoa: X MARKS THE SPOT!!!
Zach Davis: NO! Scarecrow ducks, and now he's got Mikey in an ankle lock!
Mikey struggles at first, before Scarecrow straightens himself up, and really applies leverage to Mikey's ankle. Freakshow begins to move at ringside, drawing the attention of Scarecrow, as he pulls himself up on the ring apron. Distracted by Freakshow, Scarecrow misses Mikey's free foot, as it swats him across the jaw, prompting him to release the ankle hold. Mikey rolls out of the ring, while both men assess the damages.
Zach Davis: And now the numbers game has involved itself into this match.
Gravedigger: I know Freakshow rarely gets involved, but he is a rather ominous presence, if I do say so myself.
Freddy Whoa: You won't hear me disagree on that point...
Mikey returns to the ring at the count of six, while Scarecrow hangs back to allow him to enter the ring. Both Mikey and Scarecrow meet in the middle of the ring, as they both grapple with an elbow and collar tie-up...
Zach Davis: And another thumb to the eye!
With the separation, Mikey winds up and hits...
Gravedigger: AND NOW X MARKS THE SPOT!
Freddy Whoa: Mikey's hitting the ropes, and Crow is moving...
Mikey scores a dropkick on the recovering Scarecrow, as Digger says...
Gravedigger: And Scarecrow has been eXtinguished! And Mikey has taken himself to the top ropes...
Zach Davis: And it looks like Mikey is looking for his...
Freddy Whoa: EXIT STRATEGY!!! THE COVER!!!
"Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to play, as he recovers and gets his hand raised by the referee, as Digger says...
Gravedigger: MIKEY WINS! BUT DID HE BEAT THE CLOCK?
Zach Davis: We still have the official time's to get in, but officially, Mikey eXtreme has won! We're now awaiting the final results...
"Master of Puppets" hits.
Zach Davis: OH GOOD! Here comes Seth.
Freddy Whoa: ...He said, sarcastically...
Gravedigger: You shut your mouths, the both of you. I want to know who is going to get to pick the stipulation for the US Title match!
Seth heads to the ring, ignoring the fans as usual and sliding in. Once inside he takes a mic from Kyle.
Seth Lerch: Welp, fans, I can't wait for Blast and the United States Title match. Can you?!
The fans pop.
Seth Lerch: Tonight, the three competitors in that match fought to be able to decide the stipulation. I'm going to announce the winner of the Beat the Clock challenge shortly.
Gravedigger: We all watched the show... We know who it is!
Seth Lerch: That said.... There is one part of this match I DIDN'T mention. You see, Occulo was supposed to be part of the match before his injury. And he will STILL be part of the match!
Zach Davis: What does THAT mean?
As if hearing Zach...
Seth Lerch: That means that at Blast, Occulo will be the Special Guest Referee!
Mixed reaction from the crowd again!
Freddy Whoa: We've got a Sentinel member as the special guest ref?!
Seth Lerch: THAT SAID... I can't argue with the facts. Kaz Mazy was clearly the winner of tonight's challenge!
Zach Davis: COME ON! Imperium cheated their way to tonight's victory!, they totally screwed over Marc!
Seth enjoys the crowd's booing.
Seth Lerch: So, Kaz, feel free to tweet me and let me know what kind of US Title match you want. But onto other matters. Jonny Fly matters.
The crowd pops!
Crowd: JONNY FLY! JONNY FLY!
Seth rolls his eyes.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look. Let's be real. In the past few weeks I've managed to make sure that ICE Beckman and Bobby Cairo were run out of this company - do you think Jonny Fly is going to last much longer?
Crowd: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
Seth Lerch: What? You miss those Imperium fuckwads?
Crowd: WE WANT BECKMAN!
Crowd: BOBBY C!
Crowd: WE WANT BECKMAN!
Crowd: BOBBY C!
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: Well too bad. THEY'RE GONE!
Seth Lerch: Much like after Blast, Jonny Fly is going to turn his tail and run, too. Torture is the only worthwhile legend this company has ever produced - and that's because he had me backing him. Jonny Fly, much like Beckman and Cairo... Jonny Fly is a nobody. That said, I DID agree to give him a match at Blast for the chance to enter Ultimate Showdown. Why? Why would I do that to my arch nemesis?
Seth Lerch: To embarrass him.
Seth Lerch: The problem is that when I booked that match, I had no idea who Jonny Fly's opponent should be. The man certainly doesn't have any friends - his bro Steve Orbit took his ball and went home REAL quick once he got his Trios payday, and Corey Black is more interested in the Television Title apparently.. leaving the whole rest of the WCF roster as people that would love to knock Jonny Fly's block off. As I was sitting in my office contemplating, however, the phone rang. And as it turns out, the best pick for Jonny Fly's opponent isn't even a member of the current WCF roster.
The crowd begins to buzz.
Zach Davis: Is it you, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: Not me!
Freddy Whoa: Uh oh. Who is coming in just to fight Fly?
Seth Lerch: The man on the other line was a man I didn't expect to hear from any time soon - but I'm glad I did. Because there is no one more worthy of ending Jonny Fly's WCF aspirations once and for all than this man. Introducing now... JONNY FLY'S OPPONENT AT BLAST....
Survivor by Eminem begins to blast throughout the arena as Jeff Purse appears on the stage to a standing ovation.
Seth Lerch: JEEEFFFFFFFFFF PURSSSSEEEEEEE!
Jeff makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the audience and rolling in the ring. He gets up on one turnbuckle as Pyro's go off, scaring Seth a little bit. Jeff grabs a mic from the timekeeper, and waits for the audience to die down.
Jeff Purse: I was sitting with the Pantheon guys talking about The Cuttheon when I heard the announcement that Jonny Fly would have to beat someone in order to go to Ultimate Showdown. I started going over people who would even be able to compete with him, who would even have a chance to beat the guy. I thought, like all of you did right away, ICE Beckman.
A big pop from the crowd.
Jeff Purse: I also though, hey, Bobby C would also be a good test to Jonny Fly.
Jeff Purse: But then I thought about it even harder. Who has come up through the company right along side Jonny Fly? Who has been a big part of Jonny Fly's career here in WCF? Who looked up to Jonny Fly as a mentor, as a friend, and as a competitor? Me. I am the answer to all of those questions. Who took the title when Jonny went to jail? Me. Who was Jonny supposed to fight before he sold the company to Eric Price? Me. Who has wanted to have a good one on one match with Jonny Fly for the past two years? Me.
The audience is a little confused now, still cheering, but on edge. To them, Jonny Fly and Jeff Purse are on good terms.
Jeff Purse: I know what you all are thinking. And no, I am not doing this because I hate Jonny Fly. I am not doing this because I want to end Jonny Flys chances at going to Ultimate Showdown or because I don't want to see him succeed. Actually all the exact opposite. I am doing this because I respect Jonny Fly. Jonny Fly is one of my best friends. I truly, truly believe that Jonny Fly is one of the best competitors to come through this company. And I plan to give Jonny Fly the best match he has ever had at Blast, and I plan to prove to him that I can finally beat him. I am doing this because damn it, its like two motherfucking worlds that have been waiting to collide colliding.
The audience cheers at all this. They are excited now.
Jeff Purse: So Jonny, don't think you are going to have it easy getting to Ultimate Showdown. You have to go through me, and you should know more than anybody that I am no easy wall to break down. I look forward to this match, and you need to know that I am not going to hold back, and I know you won't either.
The audience cheers some more.
Jeff Purse: And Seth, I know you are looking for somebody that wants to end Jonny Fly's career. While I am going to end his chances at Ultimate Showdown, I want you to remember what happened the last time I was in the ring. I want you to remember that there is a lot of bad karma coming your way for stealing that win at XIII.
Jeff stares Seth down. Seth looks a bit confused, a bit worried. Jeff jumps at him and Seth falls to the ground. Jeff laughs.
Jeff Purse: Haha. You are such a wuss Seth. Jonny Fly, I hope you are preparing. Because this match just got real.
He drops the mic as his music hits the PA, he jumps up on the turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air.
Zach Davis: After what everything has gone on tonight.....
Female voice: HEY!!! HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLPP!! NOOOOOOOOO!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHO IS THAT?!?
The First Mariner Arena erupts with thunderous boos mixed with some cheers.
Zach Davis: WHAT THE HELL?!?!
Oblivion walks out to the entrance stage, dragging Katherine Phoenix by the hair. Katherine Phoenix is kicking and screaming.
Katherine Phoenix: LET ME GO.... YOU PEANUT BUTTER BITCH!!! YOU GOD DAMN PSYCHO!!
Oblivion: You should talk... you half witted bitch!!
The Monster keeps at a steady pace, while continuing to drag Katherine Phoenix, by the hair, to the ring. Oblivion violently tugs on her scalp as Katherine yelps in horrific pain.
Zach Davis: Gentlemen... do you see the expression on Oblivion's face.
Freddy Whoa: IT looks as if The Monster is annoyed and pissed off!!
Gravedigger: I think Oblivion has had enough of Katherine Phoenix's bullshit, attitude and antics!!
Oblivion picks up a tied up Katherine Phoenix and tosses her in the ring. Oblivion pulls out a knife.
Zach Davis: THE MONSTER HAS A KNIFE!!!
Freddy Whoa: NOOOOOOOOOO!!! IS OBLIVION GONNA CUT UP KATHERINE PHOENIX?!
Gravedigger: Noooo... I don't THINK so. But, this IS Oblivion we're talking about here. IT does look pissed off and The Monster does have that LOOK in IT's eyes.
Katherine Phoenix tries to scurry backwards, as Oblivion approaches Katherine with the sharp blade....
Oblivion cuts the rope, from around her wrists....
Oblivion handcuffs Katherine's wrists to the ringropes next to the turnbuckles.
The Monster backhands a kneeling Katherine Phoenix!!
Oblivion: YOU ARE GONNA GET AN ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT BITCH!!
Katherine Phoenix: SCREW YOU!!
Katherine Phoenix spits on Oblivion....
Zach Davis: OH SHI....
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Oblivion proceeds to stomp down onto a handcuffed Katherine Phoenix.
Oblivion spits then blows a greenish yellow gooey snot rocket on the face of Katherine Phoenix. Oblivion leaves the ring.
Gravedigger: Where is Oblivion going?!
Oblivion looks under the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe The Monster is looking for a toy to play with!!!
Oblivion pulls out a yellow hard plastic janitor mop bucket, with a thick gooey substance inside the bucket.
Zach Davis: EWWWWWWW!!! What is inside the bucket?!
Oblivion pulls the bucket, with mop closer to a seated Katherine Phoenix. IT pulls out the mop, dripping with a thick wet, brownish substance.
Katherine Phoenix: DON'T YOU DARE!!!!
Katherine Phoenix: <gurgle-gurgle!!> STHO.... <gurgle-gurgle!!>
Oblivion continues to slaps the mop, sticky with peanut butter against the face and skull of Katherine Phoenix.
Oblivion slams the handle of the mop against the sticky skull of Katherine Phoenix!!
Oblivion: HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT NOW, KATHY?!? DO YOU LIKE THAT?!?!
The sticky peanut butter begins to turn a shade of red, as blood begins to trickle down the head. Katherine Phoenix screams out....
Katherine Phoenix: SCREW YOU... YOU PEANUT BUTTER BIIIIIIITCH!!!
Oblivion sneers at Katherine Phoenix....
Oblivion: You sit there, with peanut butter dripping off your face. Blood streaming down your face and you act like you have a dick bigger than Logan's. No wonder Logan freaked out. The Monster bets Logan got a huge look at your surprise.
Katherine Phoenix: FUCK YOU!!!
Oblivion swings the mop....
Oblivion nails Phoenix right between the legs....
Oblivion: IT bets you enjoyed that... large piece of wood between your legs.
Katherine Phoenix: WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME WHEN YOU WERE RELEVANT IN WCF, OBI BEAR?!?!
Oblivion swings the mop.....
Oblivion makes contact with Katherine Phoenix's skull. Phoenix slumps forward with blood flowing furiously on the ring mat. Oblivion drops the mat in anger and leaves the ring.....
Oblivion begins to rip the ring apron covering completely off. The Monster grabs the ringside mats and proceeds to rip them away from the floor and throws them aside.
Freddy Whoa: OBLIVION IS COMPLETELY CHECKED OUT!!!
Zach Davis: There is word that WCF Security and the paramedics are afraid to come down to the ring to check on Katherine Phoenix.
Gravedigger is sipping on some soda and eating some popcorn.
Oblivion: This.... this is awesome!!
Oblivion rushes over to a nearby ringsteps, picking up the top part and tossing it....
Gravedigger: OH SHIT!!
Zach Davis: OBLIVION IS COMING OVER THIS WAY!!
Gravedigger: I don't want to spill my drink and popcorn!!!
Oblivion rips off the commentary table covering. The Monster proceeds to rip the monitors away from the table and throwing them to the side.
Oblivion: YOU THREE MOOOOOOVE!!!
Oblivion goes to look under the ring and pulls out a container and proceeds to squirts a substance on the table. The Monter walks back around the ring and grabs a semi-conscious Katherine Phoenix, who is dripping in peanut butter and spitting up blood.
Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix doesn't look o hot.
Gravedigger: When has she ever looked hot?!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Oblivion drops Phoenix in front of the commentary desk.
Zach Davis: OBLIVION HAS SET THE TABLE ON FIRE!!!
Oblivion grabs for Katherine Phoenix....
Freddy Whoa: NO!! DON'T DO IT, OBLIVION!! NOT LIKE THIS!! NO... DON'T DO THIS!!!
Zach Davis uses a fire extinguisher to partially put out the majority of the fire.
Gravedigger: DO IT!! DO IT!!! DO IT!!!
Oblivion drops Katherine Phoenix on the partially burning table. The Monster grabs for a ladder, from under the ring and climbs up the turnbuckles. The crowd is in a loss for words, as they watch in horror, as a bloody Katherine Phoenix lays on a burning commentary table. Oblivion stands on the top turnbuckle, holding a steel ladder.....
Zach Davis: HERE COMES OBLIVION!!! SOMEONE GRABS KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!
Freddy Whoa: The table is still on fire!!!
The table explodes into several several pieces as Oblivion lands on top of a sticky, bleeding Katherine Phoenix, breaking her with a steel ladder crashing down on her....
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!
Several paramedics and WCF Security comes out, The Monster slowly crawls out of the way continuing IT's demolition of the ringside area, destroying the timekeeper's area. Kyle Steel scurries out of the way. But, not in time....
Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Oblivion grabs Kyle Steel and throws him back into the broken down time keeper area. The paramedics tend to Katherine Phoenix, as Oblivion crawls to the ring and proceeds to rip apart a corner and the turnbuckles.
Gravedigger: Oblivion has a wrench and it looks as if Oblivion is unscrewing the turnbuckles.
Two sides of the ringropes begin to slump down, as the WCF Security begin to rush the ring...
Freddy Whoa: WCF Security has their weapons drawn...
Gravedigger: They have tazers!!!!
WCF Security: GET DOWN!!! GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES!! WE WILL ZAP YOU!!! GET DOWN ONTO YOUR KNEES!!
Zach Davis: Oblivion is actually getting down onto IT's knees!!
Oblivion continues to smile as gets down onto IT's knees and the WCF Security gets closer.....
Oblivion: KISS MY ASS FUCKERS!!!
The house lights flicker....... THE LIGHTS GO OUT!!!!
Zach Davis: NOOOOOOOO!!! THEY HAD HIM!!! THE LIGHTS GO OUT!!!
Gravedigger: YES!!! RUN OBLIVION RUN!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
The lights come back on....
Zach Davis: The Monster has disappeared!!
Gravedigger: KATHERINE PHOENIX IS GONE!!!!
A camera pans around the ring and the ringside area. The destruction is overwhelming....
Zach Davis: Look at all what The Monster has done!!!
Gravedigger: ISN'T IT ALL WONDERFUL?!?!
...And with that, Slam fades to black.