Slam opens to none other than Hog Wilder pulling into the underground parking garage of Rupp Arena!
Zach Davis: Hog Wilder has returned, no doubt to defend Circe Cicero against the likes of Legion next week on Slam.
Turning off the 2014 Harley Davidson Fat Boy he had been riding, patting the Hog decal on the side before stepping off the vehicle. Then, with a quick glance around, he makes his way to the entrance of the arena, with the camera ahead of him, capturing each continues forward. Such a cool, yet focused demeanor from the WCF star.
Freddy Whoa: We haven't seen Hog Wilder in a WCF arena in a while. One can only wonder if he is fit to take on Miss Cicero's newest nightmare.
Zach Davis: Let's not discount him yet. What we did see of Wilder tells me he may have a--
Before Zach can finish that thought, the WCF universe is gifted with the sight of Hog Wilder getting slammed off-camera by the front of a Ford Mustang. The camera pans to the left to show Legion slowly get out a car, whistling a little tune to himself as Hog Wilder can be heard writing in pain to the right of the car.
Legion shuts the door to his car, pausing to inspect the front of his car for any dents or scratches, before finally making his way over to the downed Hog. Grabbing both of Hog Wilder's arm and wrenching them back completely, Legion places the bottom of his boot against the back of Hog's head, holding him in place for a moment. Looking at the camera, Legion gives a little grin.
Legion: Welcome to Slam.
And with that, he curb stomps Hog's head to the pavement with a sickening crunch. Dusting off his hands, Legion goes back to whistling his tune while an unconscious Wilder begins to bleed on the pavement like . . . well like a stuck pig.
Gravedigger: Ha ha!
Zach Davis: Well I guess Miss Cicero will have to try again.
Kyle Steel: The following is a tag team match and is set for one fall. Introducing first ....from Nova Scotia, Canada...at a combined weight of 600 lbs...they are ...Clan MacNeill!!!
'Taylor Made' by the Real Mackenzies hits the air and out from the back strides Cormack and Conall MacNeill. Looking resplendent as always in their matching green and gold kilts of Clan MacNeill of Barra. Conall is bare-chested and booted while Cormack has a band shirt on and the aforementioned boots.. They pause for a moment at the top of the entrance ramp, Cormack surveying the crowd and Conall simply staring straight ahead with an unsettling intensity.
With a slap to the chest of his focused partner, they two walk slowly down the entrance ramp, soaking in the mixed reactions from the crowd. Cormack still looks around, shouting back at the cheers and the boos with equal intensity, while his partner simply hauls himself up with one hand onto the apron and straddles the ropes, waiting.
With a final shout to the audience Cormack rolls under the bottom rope as Conall swings his leg over the ropes and into the ring. Both men raise their fists in the air and give a hearty battle cry before retreating to their assigned corner and preparing for the match.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents...introducing first...from Honolulu, Hawaii...weighing in at 125lbs...Sandy Coconutz!!!
Bird is the Word hits the PA system as Sandy Coconutz stumbles out in stage with her dark glasses and over sized sun hat. She has a corona in one hand and a mixed in drink in the other. She staggers and skids her way to the ring, cursing and yelling at the fans telling them to quote " shut up" and that " they don't know me. you don't know me dude." She tries to climb the steps but stumbles forward and falls through the ropes and lays on her back ready to smash or be smashed
Kyle Steel: And her partner...from the wasteland...weighing in at 400 lbs...The Ultimate Destroyer!!
Air Raid Sirens wail throughout the area as Destroyer explodes out of the backstage area and charges the ring, jumping up onto the ring apron and screaming as he shakes the ring ropes violently.
Stepping over the top rope he runs directly at both MacNeills and begins throwing lefts and rights, initially driving both men back as they cover up against the furious onslaught. For her part, Sandy leans back against the turnbuckle in her corner, sipping on her Long Island iced Tea and watching the action.
After the initial shock of the attack, Conall pushes back, with both behemoths trading punches and no clear winner. Cormack slides out of the ring and the referee motions for Sandy to do the same so he can get the match started. After a few minutes of hand gestures and head-tilting language from her, she relents and slides through the ropes to a moderate cheer from the guys who are already drunk. The referee calls for the bell to start the match.
DING DING DING
Conall and Destroyer are still battling away, having slowly moved to the center of the ring. With one final punch, Destroyer staggers Conall and bounces off the far ropes, running back into the equally large man with a shoulder block.
Neither man moves.
Conall charges to the far ropes and comes off with a shoulder block of his own.
Neither man moves.
Both men bounce off the far ropes and come back, Destroyer looking for another shoulder block, but Conall cathes him with a running bicycle kick dropping him to the mat.
He goes for a quick cover.
Conall lifts Destroyer to his feet and whips him hard into the MacNeill's corner. He makes the tag to Cormack, and leans over, planting a forearm on his chest as Cormack delivers several hard short blows to the ribs of Destroyer.
Conall releases and climbs out of the ring as Cormack grabs Destroyer and whips him hard towards the opposite corner, but Destoyer reverses sending MacNeill into the other ocrner. Sandy sees him coming and leans out of the way drunkenly, with macNeill landing hard in the corner and slumping to a seating position clearly winded.
Destroyer tags in Sandy and she immediately takes a drink. And another drink. And another, watching MacNeill struggle to his feet in the corner. Grabbing the top rope, she steadies herself and braces, waiting for Cormack to stumble out of the corner.
He obliges and sandy launches a superkick at his head, but he wisely ducks under it, and she stumbles a few steps before landing in a full split. She holds up her drink to indicate she didn't miss a drop before sipping her drink. Cormack, having cleared his head, moves in to grab her but gets a low blow for his troubles, sending him reeling against the ropes.
Sandy takes another drink, and holds her hands up high as if to say 'Ta-Da' before stumbling back to her feet and right into a right hook from an enraged and sore Cormack. She is knocked towards her corner, but staggers away from the tag from Destroyer and slaps the bald brawler hard a cross the face. And again. And again. While he staggers back to the ropes shaking his head, she polishes off her drink and runs to the opposite corner and launches herself at Cormack, catching him in a hurricanrana and flipping him over for the pin.
She rolls to her feet and pulls her opponent up by his beard. He slaps her hand away, taking a chunk of hair with it, and boots her in the stomach hard.
He reaches over and tags in Conall before grabbing her in a bearhug and squeezing. Conall bounds past them and rebounds with a big boot to Sandy's face, driving her and Cormack to the mat.
Cormack rolls off and charges Destroyer while Conall covers her for the count.
The sound of children laughing suddenly plays through the speakers inside the arena. As the camera pans around you see the audience looking at each other confused of what’s happening. The camera takes a wide shot as the lights turn off and the arena goes black. Two children are shown on the big screen playing with each other. The crowed gives a mixed reaction still not sure what’s happening. Once again the sound of children laughing is heard the screen goes black. A single red light shines in the middle of the ring where you can see a box sitting on a chair.
Riddlebox: Ladies and gentlemen welcome your feature entertainment for tonight’s show…bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha…..ME. Conall Darrow MacNeill last week you were the first entrant in my House of Horrors. How was it? Oh that’s right unfortunately you probably don’t remember, you got kind of sleepy didn’t you? I get it, I really do big man, it’s sad, I mean all week long you have been whining and complaining. I tell you what I’ll do for you. Next week on Slam let me make it up to you. I invite you to come see me face to face and I’ll give you another chance to witness the great Riddlebox up close and personal and I won’t make you sleep this time. I’ll even bring a gift. Come on Conall you can trust clowns right? We are all good people don’t let those movies fool you bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. See you soon!
The red light shuts off and once again the arena as Riddlebox by ICP plays through the arena the lights come back on and the ring is empty.
Zach Davis: More bizarre mind games from Riddlebox. Creepy.
Slam goes to commercial.
“Of Wolf and Man” by Metallica blares out of the arena’s loudspeakers.
Kyle Steel: This contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from wherever he may roam, weighing in at 220 lbs., Wolf!
The song begins with James Hetfield screaming "So seek the wolf in thyself" with the music cut out. Then the song goes to the second half of the first verse (when Lars Ulrich's drums come in) and continues from there. Wolf walks down to the ring with a wide eyed, intense look on his face and breathing hard. He enters the ring by rolling under the bottom rope. He comes to his feet, walks across to the other side of the ring, and leans his chest onto the top rope. He stares at Zach Davis and gives him a little smile and a wave.
Gravedigger: I think he’s waving at you, Zach.
Zach Davis: Yeah, no kidding. He better focus his attention on Cletus rather than me for right now.
Cletus is out next to the tune of “Ride through the Country” by Colt Ford.
Kyle Steel: His opponent, from Little Rock, Arkansas, weighing in at 375 lbs., Cletus T. Clyde!
The Kentucky crowd cheers for their fellow southerner. He walks quickly to the ring raising a fist to the crowd.
However, Wolf meets Cletus in the aisle before Cletus reaches the ring and they start exchanging blows.
Zach Davis: These two are picking up right where they left off last week!
Freddy Whoa: I wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up outside of the arena again.
Gravedigger: I like this strategy by Wolf. He knows he’s at a disadvantage because of Cletus’ size, so he’s got to do whatever is necessary to get a leg up on the big man.
Wolf pushes Cletus into the ring post. Cletus stumbles for a few feet. Wolf grabs Cletus by the hand and looks to send Cletus into another ring post, but Cletus reverses and sends Wolf into the ring post. Wolf collides hard with it and falls to the ground. Cletus picks up Wolf. He takes Cletus by the right arm and wraps it around the same ring post. He pulls the arm back, and then slams Wolf’s shoulder into the post. All the while, the ref is trying to get these two into the ring to start the match.
Zach Davis: Despite what Wolf says, Cletus is no dummy. That’s the same shoulder that Cletus sent into the railing outside the WesBanco Arena last week. If Wolf’s shoulder is hurt, will he be able to hit the discus clothesline that he calls “The Kill?”
Gravedigger: You have some experience with that move.
Zach Davis: Don’t remind me.
Cletus looks at the crowd and throws his fist in the air. The crowd cheers. Cletus gets Wolf into the ring and the ref calls for the bell to finally start the match.
Cletus stands up Wolf in the corner and hits him with a few punches. He Irish Whips Wolf into the other corner and splashes him.
Freddy Whoa: He’s using that weight advantage to his….
Freddy Whoa: (meekly) Yeah.
Wolf falls to his knees. Cletus sends Wolf off the ropes and hits him with a shoulder block, knocking Wolf to the ground. He comes off the ropes and goes for another splash but Wolf rolls out of the way.
Gravedigger: This is good. Wolf can use the extra seconds he has to regroup and then go on the attack.
Zach Davis: He can’t give Cletus too much time.
Wolf picks himself up, hastily walks over to Cletus, who’s trying to get up using the ropes for leverage, and begins stomping on the back of his head. He turns Cletus over and begins choking him up against the second rope. Wolf breaks the choke at the count of four. The ref warns Wolf about the choke but Wolf waves him off. Wolf chokes Cletus again and releases at four. Another warning from the ref. Wolf talks back to the ref. Wolf goes for another choke but Cletus kicks him in the gut. Wolf immediately responds with a knee to the head, which sends Cletus to the outside. Wolf follows Cletus. He slams Cletus’ head into the barricade. Cletus falls to the floor. Wolf jaw jacks with a few of the fans in the front row before rolling Cletus back into the ring. Cletus rolls into the center of the ring. Wolf gets Cletus into a front face lock. He wrenches the hold on Cletus.
Gravedigger: Wolf’s doing the right thing here. He’s got to use moves like this to wear down the nearly 400 pound Cletus. Cletus may be big, but Wolf is carrying a lot less weight.
Zach Davis: And I think it’s also smart because Wolf’s chances of winning are diminished the more he allows Cletus to be vertical.
Freddy Whoa: This is the first singles match between these two, but it seems as if they know each other’s strengths and weaknesses real well already.
A clap begins for Cletus. Cletus responds by slowly getting up to this knees and shaking his arm. Wolf is looking at the crowd and shaking his head. The claps continue. Cletus gets to his feet and runs Wolf into the corner. Wolf releases the face lock. Cletus drives his shoulder into Wolf’s abdomen twice. Cletus backs up. The ref tells Cletus to get Wolf out of the corner. Cletus walks up to Wolf but Wolf gives him an eye rake. He gets Cletus into the corner and blasts him with a ferocious array of forearms. He Irish Whips Cletus into the corner and charges, but Cletus gets a boot up and hits Wolf. Wolf stumbles to the middle of the ring. Cletus runs to the other side of the ring, comes off the ropes, and hits a clothesline on Wolf. Cletus goes up to the second rope and hits a flying headbutt. Cletus goes for the pin.
Wolf kicks out.
Cletus looks at the ref quizzically and holds up two fingers. The ref tells Cletus it was only a two count. Cletus sets up Wolf for a powerbomb. He gets him up but Wolf starts punching Cletus until he can get off of Cletus’ shoulders. Cletus stumbles back into the ropes. Wolf runs at Cletus and tackles him over the top rope, sending both out onto the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Does Wolf even like wrestling in the ring?
The ref begins a ten count. Both men get to their feet at about the same time but Cletus tackles Wolf into the ring post. The ref tells them to get back in the ring and starts the count over. Cletus backs up and charges at Wolf. Wolf catches him in an STO and drives Cletus’ face right into the steel steps. A loud “Oooooo” comes from the crowd.
Zach Davis: My God! He might have destroyed his face!
Gravedigger: Now, Zach, just wait until he gets up. It might be an improvement.
Wolf gets up and poses for the crowd by holding his arms out into the air. The crowd boos. Wolf gives the crowd the Iberian Slap arm gesture. He rolls back into the ring but immediately rolls back out again, forcing the ref to begin the ten count for a third time. Wolf picks Cletus up, gets him onto the ring apron, and sets him up for a ring apron DDT. Wolf looks at the crowd and shouts “Are you ready for this,” but Cletus picks Wolf up and throws him over the top rope and into the ring. Wolf falls right on his chest. Wolf clutches his chest and rolls on the ground. Cletus holds on to the top rope to catch his breath and collect himself. He tries to enter the ring over the top rope but only has one leg in the room when Wolf comes off of the ropes and catches him with a flying clothesline. Cletus falls into the ring. Wolf gets him away from the ropes and goes for the cover.
Cletus presses Wolf off of him. Wolf is incensed. He rains down forearms on Cletus’ back at a ferocious pace as Cletus tries to get up. Cletus gets to his feet and pushes Wolf away. Wolf runs towards Cletus but Cletus kicks him in the gut and hits him with a DDT. Cletus goes for the cover.
Wolf kicks out. Cletus picks up Wolf onto his shoulder for Snake Eyes. Cletus begins to execute the move but Wolf escapes and sends Cletus stomach first into the corner. Cletus stumbles backwards and Wolf sets up for a Dragon Suplex, but Cletus hits him with an elbow. Cletus turns around and attempts a clothesline. Wolf ducks. Cletus turns around and Wolf sets up Cletus for an Alabama Slam. He tries to lift but Cletus is too heavy. Cletus picks Wolf up instead and hits the powerbomb.
Gravedigger: I don’t know how Wolf expected to hit a Dragon Suplex or an Alabama Slam on Cletus. He’s just too big. When it comes to power, Wolf ain’t winning.
Zach Davis: I can’t agree with you more. Wait, is he going to the top rope?
Cletus climbs up to the top rope. The crowd is roaring in anticipation of what’s next. Cletus jumps and comes down on Wolf with his flying leg drop, Southern Hospitality.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
The crowd pops big at the sight of a 375 pound man hitting such a move. A “That was awesome” chant develops.
Zach Davis: How’s that for Southern Hospitality, Wolf?!
Cletus walks around the ring trying to get the crowd even more psyched up. He picks up Cletus by the hair and points to the ropes.
Zach Davis: I think he wants to finish this off with the Country Cletus Clothesline!
Cletus throws Wolf into the ropes and crouches down. Wolf comes off the rope. Cletus jumps for the clothesline but Wolf ducks at the last second. Cletus gets up too slow, which allows Wolf to come off the ropes and hit the running knee lift he calls Easy Prey. Cletus falls back into the ropes and onto one knee. Wolf takes a few steps back and rubs his hand over the tattoo that runs from his right forearm to bicep.
Gravedigger: Zach, don’t look now. Wolf is going in for The Kill!
Cletus gets to his feet and stumbles towards Wolf. Wolf spins to hit The Kill but Cletus catches him by the throat. Wolf grabs Cletus’ wrist and kicks him right in the balls. The ref calls for the bell.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this contest, as a result of a disqualification, Cletus T. Clyde!
Zach Davis: What the hell?!
Cletus falls to one knee, clutching his groin. Wolf comes off the ropes and gives Cletus a running boot to the head. Cletus falls forward. Wolf goes outside the ring and throws the timekeeper out of his seat. Wolf picks up the timekeeper’s chair and heads back towards the ring.
Zach Davis: No, don’t do this, Wolf!
Wolf looks back at Zach.
Wolf: You got a problem with this, Zach?
Zach says nothing.
Wolf: Good, then shut the fuck up!
Wolf gets in the ring. The ref tries to implore him not to use the chair but Wolf motions like he’s going to hit the ref. The ref quickly backs off and gets out of the ring before he gets hurt, too. Cletus slowly gets up. Wolf gets in position, just waiting to use the chair. Cletus gets to his feet. Wolf hits him in the head with the chair. Cletus falls right on his back. Wolf stands over Cletus’ body, holding the chair straight up in the air with his right hand. Wolf winces for a quick second, still feeling the pain from the ring post shot that Cletus gave his right shoulder at the beginning of the match. Wolf puts the chair down and rubs his right shoulder. He bends down, sneering at Cletus. The camera picks him up saying “Seek the wolf in thyself.” He leaves the ring and walks up the aisle, the camera following his remorseless face the entire time.
Zach Davis: These two young guns put on a hell of a match, but Wolf took the easy way out.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but what a statement he made.
Freddy Whoa: Cletus made a statement, too, and he didn’t need a chair.
Gravedigger: Well, everyone’s methods are different.
Zach Davis: I’d think that Wolf would address why he got himself DQ’d, but I’ve learned better than to try and figure this guy out.
The scene opens up backstage in a small dressing room. There’s nothing in the room but a table, a chair, and a lamp. Seated in the chair is WCF Hall of Famer and Best Commentator Ever, Gravedigger. The crowd boos and Digger turns his head almost as if he can hear them all the way in this room. Gravedigger is dressed in his typical biker jacket and jeans with boots on. He reaches a hand up and scratches his closely shaven head and looks up as the door opens.
In walks a man in a neat slender black suit. His pale complexion was ignited by a shock of neat back hair and piercing blue eyes. Intensive and slightly on edge, he tall man steps up to the table and looks at Gravedigger with a polite smile. He reaches out his hand to shake hands with Gravedigger.
Man: Hello, Mr. Borroughs. I am Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Agent Donald Mosely.
Gravedigger starts to shake his hand but pulls his hand back with a mixture of confusion and annoyance spreading across his face. Donald Mosely smirks and shrugs.
Gravedigger: FBI? What the hell is this?
Gravedigger stands up but Donald Mosely holds a hand up and reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet and badge, flipping open the contents to Gravedigger that he’s legit. Gravedigger studies it for a few seconds and takes a seat when Donald gestures to the chair.
Donald Mosely: If you could just take a seat, this won’t take very long.
Gravedigger still has a curious look on his face.
Gravedigger: What’s this all about, Detective?
Donald Mosely smiles.
Donald Mosely: SPECIAL AGENT and I just had a few questions for you about the death of one Corvus Cane or as you and the rest of WCF came to know him…Scarecrow.
A look of relief washes across Gravedigger’s face as he realizes what this is about.
Gravedigger: Why the hell are you coming to me about it? I was sitting there ringside at the commentator table when this took place. I had nothing to do with it.
Donald Mosely: Yes, that may be true, but according to my records…
Donald pulls a small notepad out of his breast pocket, flips through it for a few seconds and then stops and reads from one of the pages.
Donald Mosely: According to my records, you are associated with Mara Salvatrucha aka MS-13. Is that true?
Gravedigger: Look, I know there’s been rumors a few years ago when I was wrestling that my connections with Mara Salvatrucha may have possibly led to some violent incidents. But I’m done with all that. I’m still MS-13 for life, but I’m retired.
Donald Mosely: But that doesn’t mean your connections had nothing to do with this.
Gravedigger chuckles again.
Gravedigger: Yeah maybe they did, maybe they didn’t. I could say the same thing about a dozen guys out there in the locker room or even one of the fans that just didn’t like the guy.
Donald Mosely’s eyebrows raise.
Donald Mosely: Oh so you could name a dozen guys in the locker room that did this?
Gravedigger’s grin fades and he shakes his head.
Gravedigger: I never said that.
Donald sits there looking at Gravedigger for a few seconds before responding again.
Donald Mosely: So you have no idea who could have done this?
Gravedigger leans forward, hands clasped and shrugs.
Gravedigger: I don’t know.
Gravedigger: Even if I did, you think I’m gonna snitch? Who you think you’re talking to here?
Donald Mosely grins.
Donald Moseley: Mr. Borroughs, don’t think of me as an agent of the Bureau, think of me as just another fellow human being. Think of me as a friend on the street.
Gravedigger stares at Donald Mosely for about 10 seconds and then sighs.
Gravedigger: Like I said, I don’t know who did it, but I see things. I hear things. I may be retired and I may be a commentator now, but they still treat me like one of the boys when I’m backstage.
Donald Mosely: What did you see? What did you hear? Any little thing could turn into something bigger and help me put away this killer.
Gravedigger starts to say something but shakes his head ‘no’.
Donald Mosely: Mr. Borroughs, I know how proud you are of WCF and how much you’ve done for this place. I hope you realize that if we don’t catch this killer soon that it could very well affect the company. The media is already blowing this up into something big right now on CNN, Fox News, etc. If you know anything that could help, you’d be doing WCF a service.
Gravedigger: Thomas Uriel Bates.
Donald Mosely’s eyebrow raises. He writes something down in his notepad.
Donald Mosely: Mr. Bates did it?
Gravedigger holds his hands up as if telling him to wait.
Gravedigger: That’s not what I’m saying. What I’m saying is that Bates has been acting suspicious for a while now and more lately ever since Scarecrow’s death.
Donald Mosely: Suspicious how?
Gravedigger waves the question away.
Gravedigger: I’m not the detective. Why don’t you ask him?
Donald Mosely: Special Agent. And maybe I will.
Donald Mosely reaches across the table for a handshake. Gravedigger stares at it for a few seconds and reaches across, shaking Donald’s hand. The scene fades out.
The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo tron. Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain as Pyrotechnics explode up and down the ramp. He pulls a microphone out of his jacket and begins speaking.
Night Rider: Right now I want everyone in here to shut the hell up because I have something to say. Since Angel Fyre had to be stupid and meet an untimely demise. At this time please welcome the new manager for the Angels of Death. The one and only Synn!
Terry Roberts steps out from behind the curtain as the crowd goes wild. The two make their way down to the ring and climb in as the four corner posts explode shooting red pyrotechnics into the air. Synn steps out of the ring as Night Rider
Zach Davis: I... I don't understand. Synn isn't here. Did that just happen? Did I hallucinate?
Gravedigger: Night Rider's entrance is a mystery, Zach.
The house lights go down, as a red lights go over the crowd. Two balls of white light streak through the sky, and hit the stage, exploding into white sparkles that fall onto the back of the stage. The opening for "O Verona" begins to play over the loud speaker only to turn into "Whisper" by Evanescence begins to play over the loudspeaker as the sound of a whinning horse is heard from within the shower of the sparkles. The tron comes to life with scenes from different matches, and fights outside the ring. As the sparkles stop, we see Denise dressed in black and silver, on top of her horse. She taps the horse lightly and it goes into a light canter, as pillars of sparkles explode on either side of her on the ramp way. When she reaches the ring she pulls back in the reigns, and dismounts, handing the reigns off to a stage hand to take the horse backstage. She climbs the stairs and enters the ring, and removes the long black cloak that is over her shoulders, and tosses it in the corner and awaits her opponents.
Freddy Whoa: And Denise D'Evil is no hallucination, here she is!
Voice: Are you ready!
"Get'em up" by Nickelback starts playing as the Big Time Jerks step out into the arena wearing bright pink "BTJ" t-shirts. They look at each other and bump fists before they start towards the ring.
Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!
The BTJ's are just stareing towards the ring as the fans are going nuts as they circle the ringside area. Austin climbs into the ring as Adam his wipeing his feet on the apron before climbing into the ring followed by Myra. The BTJ's stand in the middle of the ring as pyro goes off from all four turnbuckle posts. They throw their t-shirts into the crowd.
Gravedigger: I love Nickelback, I love the Big Time Jerks, I love everything about this guys!
Zach Davis: ...
The bell sounds as Night Rider and Adam Young start the match.
Freddy Whoa: Two WCF veterans here, but Adam Young moreso. He's been in this company a LONG time.
Night Rider runs at Adam Young gets a Dropkick for his trouble. Night Rider goes down and gets back up, only for Young to run at him and hit a Tiltawhirl Headscissors. Young goes for a quick pin.
No!, Night Rider kicks out. Young tags in Adams. Young twists Night Rider's arm as Adams jumps off the top and drops a Double Axe Handle onto it. Night Rider yells out in pain as Young gets onto the apron. Adams then tags in Young and the two men hit a Double Suplex onto Night Rider. Young floats over and goes for the pin.
No!, broken up by Denise D'Evil!
Gravedigger: The referee is yelling at Denise to get out now, even though both Big Time Jerks just double teamed Night Rider...
While the ref yells at Denise, Adams and Young stomp on Night Rider to a chorus of booing begins. Denise quickly realizes what is going on and gets onto the apron as Young drops and goes for another pin.
Night Rider kicks out this time.
Zach Davis: Love them or hate them, very smart wrestling from the Big Time Jerks here tonight.
Young backs off and lets Night Rider fight to his feet on his own. Once Night Rider is up Young hits a Belly to Back Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: The Jerks are taking Night Rider apart.
Young lifts Night Rider up and throws him to the ropes. As Night Rider comes back he goes for a wild Clothesline!, but Young ducks it. He's behind Rider now and he lifts him up on his shoulders...
Gravedigger: Electric Chair Drop! Beautifully executed!
Young pins Night Rider yet again.
NO!, Denise breaks it up once more!
Zach Davis: Denise is doing everything she can to save her teammate!
Young is done toying with Night Rider. He pulls him to the corner and jumps up.
Crowd: BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!
Freddy Whoa: There's the Cut the Cord!
Night Rider gets the knees up!
Young holds his stomach in pain and rolls away towards Adams as Night Rider rolls towards Denise.
Zach Davis: Can Night Rider make the tag?
Both Young and Night Rider tag! The crowd pops as Denise D'Evil enters the ring and begins brawling with Austin Adams. Eventually he gains the upper hand and throws him to the ropes only for her to come back and Spear him down!
Freddy Whoa: What a spear!
Adams stumbles up and Denise D'Evil hits a Dropkick!
Gravedigger: That's her Dismount!
Adams stumbles up yet again and turns into the waiting arms of Denise D'Evil.
Zach Davis: THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE! She hits it!
Denise drops and pins Austin Adams.
Freddy Whoa: Denise D'Evil gets the win!
The bell sounds as Denise D'Evil and Night Rider leave the ring.
Zach Davis: The Big Time Jerks dominated the match but Denise D'Evil pulled the win out at the end!
The classic strings of the Ironside TV theme plays for a few seconds before a #beachkrew reworking of "Gangsta's Paradise" by Coolio kicks in, "I'm spending most my life, livin' in a fuccboi genocide", the track signalling the arrival of Rico Rojas; dressed in his usual wrestling attire, topped off with a half skull faced biker bandanna tied across his mouth. Rico points his index finger at the camera and makes a "pow" sound before swaggering towards the ring with a spring in his step and a ton of arrogance. Massive heat from the crowd as Rico leaps over the top rope, climbs a turnbuckle, and double flips off the incensed crowd. Rico pulls the bandanna down and spits into the crowd before wiping his ass with the skull rag and throwing it at an enraged fan in the front row.
Zach Davis: This man has no respect for the crowd, for the fans, for the WCF!
Gravedigger: And you came up with that based on what exactly?
Zach Davis: Excuse me?
Gravedigger: You know exactly what I mean! A new star shines on the grandest stage of all and this is how you treat him? You're being prejudice to my home-boy RIIIIIICOOOOOO!
Zach Davis: Homeboy?
Gravedigger: Orale! This young man is going places. Know where you're career is going, Zac baby? The exact same place the Wildcat unbeaten streak went. HA!
Freddy Whoa! Whoa!
Zach Davis: Digger. I meant no disrespect towards the Latin American community, I--
Gravedigger: Just concentrate and call your last match!
Rico struts around the ring, he pretends to check an imaginary watch on his wrist as--
BACKSTAGE: Vic is attacked once again by members of the #305mafia; it's Rico's chief lieutenant, Manny Juarez and two other gang members, they beat Vic with night sticks until his head is clearly busted open. Vic manages however to reach the gorilla curtain as inside the ring--
Rico looks shocked, a fake, melodramatic “O” of horror forms across his face as he shrugs at the referee who berates the south beach saint for his crew's actions.
Zach Davis: I can't believe this. Is this how you want to make a début in the WCF? This is a disgrace!
"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, smoke fills the entrance way. Out from behind the curtains comes Vic Venable; he's clutching his ribs as a thin river of blood trickles down from his cut temple. While behind Vic on stage appear Manny and the two goons. The #305 mafia give Vic a mocking slow hand clap as the crowd boos the attack out of the building!
Zach Davis: Vic clearly can't continue. This is a farce!
Gravedigger: No Zac, you are the farce! Why should a fine, upstanding member of #beachkrew be denied their chance to shine just because an obvious rogue splinter group of 'da 305 has attempted to thwart Rico's shot at the big time!
Zach Davis: Splinter group?
Vic heaves as he climbs into the ring. The crowd is booing hawd as Rico holds the ropes for him; patting Vic on the back with mock concern. The referee motions over to Vic and asks if he wants to continue. Vic nods as the bell rings and--
Rico with hard rights and kicks to the stomach; Irish whip into the ropes as Rico delivers a standing drop kick to a prone Vic. Vic wisely rolls out of the ring as he attempts to compose himself. Plancha by Rico! Both competitors cannon onto the steel barrier after the attack. Rico with a head butt attempt, blocked by Vic who goes for a vertical suplex. Vic can't execute the lift as his head is clearly suffering from a mild concussion. Hard rights by Rico and a roll inside the ring, irish whip by Rico. COUNTER! Vic whips Rico into the corner. BREAKS APPLIED! Rico jumps, leaps and rebounds off the turn buckle, delivering a scintillating tornado DDT!
Zach Davis: I might have been impressed if the “splinter group” hadn't attacked Vic.
Gravedigger: Cover him, Rico. Cover!!!
Rico drops to his knees and asks for a microphone.
Rico Rojas: Did you see 'dat move? The execution? ORALE! You worthless puta bitches! CLAP! CLAP AND SHOW RICO ROJAS SOME FUCKIN' RESPECT!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO RI-CO SUX! RI-CO SUX! RI-CO SUX! RI-CO SUX!
Rico Rojas: I only suck...ya girlfriends titties 'cuz she asked nice! PUTA BITCHES!
Rico goes for a standing cover, with one foot pressed down heavy on the prone body of Vic!
Crowd: VEN-ABLE! VEN-ABLE! VEN-ABLE! VEN-ABLE! VEN-ABLE! VEN-ABLE!
Rico shakes his head. The saint lifts Vic up by his hair and delivers a hatch Suplex. Venable has clearly lost a lot of blood.
Zach Davis: Vic doesn't even know where he is. They've really done a number on him.
Gravedigger: I agree, Rico must be beside himself knowing that the splinter group has tainted what was surly to be a momentous victory.
Zach Davis: Splinter group...seriously.
Rico climbs the turnbuckle and...
Zach Davis: Double Rotation Moonsault! Get out of there Vic!
Rico with the cover...
Zach Davis: Foot on the ropes! Foot on the ropes!
Kyle Steel: Your winner....RIIIIIIIIICOOOOO ROJASSSSSS!!!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Rico asks for the microphone again as the entire #beachkrew contingent rush to the ring, Los Tiburones and Wade Moor lift Rico onto their shoulders as Sandy Coconuts throws streamers at Rico who has crocodile tears running down his face. One the stage, “Hacksaw” Jim Thuggin smokes a large stooge and gives a hearty round of applause.
Rico Rojas: I'd, I'd like to think the academy...ORALE!
Zach Davis: Academy?
Gravedigger: Silence! This is his moment! Just listen to those cheers!
Rico Rojas: Thank you, thank you....I'd like to thank my family; my crew, my agent, their agents and most of all...I'd like to finally thank JUSTICE for being done in an age of inequality and mistrust. Thank you. Please give generously to charity. Please give to the “Wildcats will never get over it fund” PUTA BITCHES!
The crowd lose it, throwing beer cans into the ring as #beachkrew wave the pissed off crowd farewell as if they've just won a presidential campaign.
Zach Davis: Disgraceful.
Gravedigger: Magnificent. PUTA BITCH!
The camera cuts backstage where we see Circe Cicero frantically making a phone call. Worry is plainly evident in her voice as the other end of the phone finally picks up.
Cicero: Hello, I need to call in a favor.
Cicero: I'm sure you're aware of the risks, but if there's anyone who can possibly overcome him, it'll be you.
Cicero: You'll do it? Thanks so much! I knew an honest man will take our this cause.
Chatter on the other end. Cicero waves her hand, suddenly annoyed by how long the call was taking.
Cicero: Yes yes, for Hog Wilder and pigs everywhere.
More annoying chatter, Cicero looking at her watch the whole time.
Cicero: Sorry, I have to go now; important business and such stuff. I'll see you next week. Mister Gardner won't know what hit him.
And with that, she finally hangs up before walking off-screen.
Zach Davis: Seems Miss Cicero won't be defending herself next week after all. I wonder who has accepted her request for help?
Gravedigger: Someone else to laugh at, probably.
Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and the chaotic hot crowd that we have enjoyed all night so far has turned to boos. Loud, crazy loud, very loud, yes THAT loud.. of boos.
Zach Davis: I guess it's Hardcore Championship time.
Gravedigger: Oh but we're promised a WCF legend this time!
Zach Davis: I know, Digger, I know. I picked up on the sarcasm.
Gravedigger: If only Kentucky knew how to pick up defenders on the outlet screen, maybe they'd be undefeated. BLADOW!
Zach Davis: You're on a roll, tonight.
Torture leads his Team of Torture down the ramp and into the ring. No jokes, no theatres. Torture takes his Hardcore Championship belt off and hands to Avery. He shoves Tank, he shoves Daniels both to the side and demands whoever it is to come out now! Torture pulls off his hood and unzips his sweatshirt and throws it out of the ring. Torture with hot thick blood is ready to pounce. The crowd is expecting some sort of joke.
Zach Davis: Well who is it! We're promised some sort of WCF Legend!
Gravedigger: If Torture is trolling us again, bah gawd, I'ma break that son of a bitch in half.
Zach Davis: Redneck much?
Torture stares a hole through the jumbotron still waiting. Then. Yes, just then. The greatest music of all time hits the airwaves.
Zach Davis: WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT?!??!
The most majestic of King music plays and the crowd goes fucking BIZERK.
Gravedigger: NO WAY!
Freddy Whoa: OH MY GOD!!!!!
The lights go out and people lose. Their. Fucking. Shit. Flashbulbs a flashin', the spotlights hits a mystical white stallion who slowly walks from behind the curtain with a handsome Prince sitting atop. That's right, folks, Prince Jimmy Dean is here.
Zach Davis: PRINCE JIMMY DEAN IS BACK IN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION!
Gravedigger: A WCF LEGEND IS BACK OH MY GOD I DONT BELIEVE WHAT I AM SEEING RIGHT NOW!
Freddy Whoa: WHHHHHHOOOOOAAAAAAAAA GUYS IM MARKING OUT THIS IS A MARK OUT MOMENT GUYS.
Prince Jimmy Dean hops off the stallion and marches his way down the ramp and high-fives the fans as the lights slowly dim back up and Rupp Arena has lost their god damn minds.
Zach Davis: TONIGHT IS A SPECIAL NIGHT IN WCF HISTORY! PRINCE JIMMY DEAN VS TORTURE FOR THE HARDCORE TITLE!
Gravedigger: ITS ALMOST LIKE A DECADE LATER!
The music fades out and the crowd is chanting "JIM-MY! JIM-MY!". The Prince stands on the apron and steps into the ring.
Zach Davis: It's like Jimmy isn't afraid of Team of Torture!
Gravedigger: Of course not, Zach, he's a Prince god damn it! Why would he be scared?
Freddy Whoa: Because of what Team of Torture did last week?
Zach Davis: Because what this team has done to victims and jobbers, Digger! That's why. This team makes jokes, sure, but they're violent and unpredictable!
Gravedigger: AND RIGHT NOW WE HAVE A PRINCE IN THE RING WHO WILL STAND UP FOR ALL OF THEM! THATS WHAT SLAM IS ABOUT!
The ref rings the bell and just then Torture smirks, takes five steps back and as he does, Daniels and Avery now stand side by side where Torture stood. The 7 foot 6 freak Tank Reaper stands right behind them. The crowd moans before chanting "JIM-MY! JIM-MY!" again. Jimmy looks to his left out at the crowd and they go apeshit. Jimmy slowly looks to his right and that side of Rupp Arena lose their fucking minds. Jimmy nods and throws a right hand knocking Avery back on his heels! Daniels gets kicked in the gut and Avery shoves Daniels back into Tank! Avery runs but Jimmy lands a standing spinning heel kick knocking Avery down! Daniels runs but Jimmy side steps and throws Daniels through the ropes to the outside! Tank runs full-force but Jimmy leans back, pulls that top rope down and Tank crashes over the top rope onto Daniels who was just getting to his feet. They both crash out when Jimmy turns back around to notice Avery running, Jimmy backbody drops Avery over the top rope high into the air and then crashing onto Tank and Daniels to the outside! The crowd erupts as Jimmy quickly snaps back around and faces Torture.
Zach Davis: AAANNDD HEERREEEE WE GGGGGOOOO!!!!!!
Jimmy starts walking slowly to Torture, and Torture walks back toward the rope line into the corner. Jimmy stops standing about 3 feet from Tort. Jimmy looks out at the crowd and gets them all riled up again. Then turns his attention to Torture.
Gravedigger: JUST HIT HIM ALREADY JIMMY!! YOU GOT THIS!!
Torture looks out at the crowd and gets all insecure and pissed off. Torture taunts out of the corner walking right into Jimmy's high-powered right handed offense! Jimmy unloads, punch after punch, the crowd pops to their feet!
Freddy Whoa: WHOOAAA!! HE LOOKS FASTER THAN BEFORE!
Zach Davis: JIMMY!! JIMMY!! JIMMY!! HE HAS TORTURE DEAD TO RIGHTS IN THE CORNER!
Torture is being blasted in the face (heh*) with Jimmy's right hands, finally Jimmy throws Torture into the turnbuckle and as Torture stumbles out, Jimmy Dean calls for the Sausage Breakfast Delight! Jimmy grabs Torture and hits his T-Bone suplex finisher! The crowd goes ape-shit!
Gravedigger: BREAKFAST IS SERVED!
Zach Davis: ITS OVER! ITS OVER! JIMMY HOOKS THE LEG!
Daniels delivers a stiff chairshot to Jimmy Deans back and breaks up the count. The crowd turns to boos.
Zach Davis: Oh my god! It was over! Jimmy Dean had it won!
Daniels picks up the chair again but Jimmy low-blows Daniels! Daniels drops the chair and Avery gets into the ring but Jimmy ducks a clothesline, Avery bounces off the ropes and Jimmy Dean hits a spinebuster straight to hell! Jimmy bounces up and Tank is trying to climb his way into the ropes from the outside but Jimmy Dean bounces a chair straight off his head! Jimmy Dean comes back and the crowd is fucking alive!
Zach Davis: HES FIGHTING THEM OFF!
Jimmy Dean turns around and Torture hits Dean in the face with the Championship belt! The crowd starts to boo again as Torture quickly lifts Jimmy Dean up and hits the Tortures Device! Tort sits on the mat, before reaching for the Hardcore Title and grasping to it tightly. He slides it down in the center of the ring and kicks Jimmy Dean over to his stomach. Torture kneels over Jimmy and picks him up and nails another Tortures Device but this time onto the Hardcore Championship belt. Torture pins.
The crowd boos as the ref signals for the end. The ref goes to grab Tortures hand but Tort declines, and then throws the ref out of the ring! Daniels gets into the ring as does Avery and they both begin to stomp onto Jimmy Dean.
Zach Davis: Okay! Okay! Enough is enough! Come on!
Tank gets into the ring and they lift Jimmy Dean up for Tank. Reaper picks up Jimmy Dean and delivers a stiff chokeslam! Tank doesn't let go and then picks up Jimmy from the ring canvas back into the air and delivers a second chokeslam! That's not all, however, as he does this a third time! Jimmy looks to be about broken in half. It's terrible. Torture picks up Jimmy's near lifeless body now and delivers a Tortures Device. Torture stands up and Avery somehow had a microphone at the ready.
Torture: YOU CAN BRING OUT YOUR LEGENDS.
Torture: AND YOU CAN PARADE OUT YOUR WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION HEROS AND WHITE KNIGHTS..
Torture: BUT YOU WILL NEVER FIND ANYONE TO STOP ME NOR DEFEAT ME! I AM THE GREATEST HEAVYWEIGHT WORLD HARDCORE HEAVYWEIGHT WORLD CHAMPION!!
Zach Davis: I don't.. Even know.. what that means.
Torture: I'll beat every one of these sons of bitches down, and I'm going to keep coming out here and telling you how great I am until WCF realizes that I don't need this place.. THIS PLACE NEEDS ME!
Gravedigger: Well, we don't want ya..
Torture: So I'll keep murderin' these fools in the ring, watchin' as the ghosts of past 'legends' and 'vets' come out one by one to try and step up to me.. This will all end soon. You mark my words, WCF, all of this is going to end soon... The Road to WAR has already started.. and I'm in the fast lane.. the rest of you haven't even gotten into your cars yet. Screw off, Lexington.
Crowd boos as Torture drops the microphone and taunts with his Hardcore Championship belt.
Zach Davis: I don't even know what he was saying there at the end.
Gravedigger: He can be having a stroke, the hell if I know.
Freddy Whoa: Guys, Torture is on another level. He's meta-ahead of the already meta-ahead dudes out there ya know?
Gravedigger: What the hell are you talking about?
Zach Davis: This show is off the rails, we'll be back as Sunday Night Slam rolls on!
Zach Davis: So Freddy, what have you thought of the show so far?
Freddy Whoa: Well I-
The arena goes pitch black.
Gravedigger: Really? Again with this?
The jumbotron flickers to life. There's static at first and then it switches to a photo of a wrestling ring with WCF banners. A trumpet can be heard loudly playing "Taps" as the photo is engulfed in flames, burning until it's reduced to ashes. The ashes are blown away and underneath you see a simple sentence.
"9/27/15 - Your WAR Will Not Matter Once My War Begins."
"Taps" continues to play, slowly fading out until the screen again goes to static. Suddenly the arena lights come back on as the crowd looks on in confusion.
Zach Davis: Well are we going to take bets on who is behind these?
Gravedigger: Why bother? We all know it's going to be the Immortal Lawnmower Jones returning at WAR!
Slam goes to commercial.
The scene opens on a packed Slam arena, and then fades into the tron – where a series of hashtags flash across the screen.
Zach Davis: What a jam packed night it's been so far...and it continues with the Internet Championship Match.
Freddy Whoa: This all goes back to the beginning of the week where the four contenders – ZMAC, Wade Moor, Caliban, and Jackson White – all took each other to task on the WCF Twitter feed.
Zach Davis: WCF's twitter has gained nearly half it's subscribers over the course of the week due to the war of words, memes, and Shia LaBeouf clapping gifs these wrestlers have flamed each other with.
Freddy Whoa: Shia LaBeouf is actually in attendance tonight.
Scene cuts to Shia clapping at ringside, padawan ponytail and all. Buddy Roman sits next to him with two Tuna on Rye. Both for himself. Shia still claps as the scene fades to crowd pan as "Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system and the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the arena. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Davis: Zombie McMorris on his way to the ring now.
Freddy Whoa: He's claimed that he's going to walk away four time Internet Champion tonight. Can he get off the skids and make a comeback here tonight?
Zach Davis: Honey Badger...probably don't give a fuck.
The Arena goes black and only the titan tron shows any light, a bright white circle of it at the end of a tunnel, the screen flickers with some static a couple of times showing a man in black advancing with every break in the video until he is standing before us with his fists raised to the screen with the word's "HERE GOES" tattooed across the knuckles and then A punk fueled bass guitar accompanied by a rough but melodic female voice rings through the arena
"What's your plan, for tomorrow, are you a leada or will yah follow, are you a fighta or will you cower? It's our time take back the power"
Caliban and Sinnesy Rose emerge from the curtain as the rest of the band kicks in. Caliban is calm, his face intense hiding all the egotistical swagger that lies beneath, he drops to a knee and beckons the camera in close before holding up his fists showing the "here goes" tattooed across them, he then jumps up to his feet leaping high into the air and coming down with a massive bang screaming
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, Hailing from Coleraine, Northern Ireland, being accompanied by Sinnesy Rose! HE IS THE ARTFUL DODGER OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING, J.P. CALIBAN!!!!
Sinney stands behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage getting in the face of the crowd, he reaches the bottom of the ramp and Cali runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet in a 3 point stance. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with Sinnesy playing with his hair on the apron.
Zach Davis: Another former Internet Champion in this match as well. Can he make it magic number 3?
Freddy Whoa: Caliban seems different this time around. He doesn't seem to care as much about this belt as he used to. Will that attitude translate to the ring? Or will Caliban shock the world, Zach?
The lights in the arena dim as the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side and that black acoustic guitar strapped to his back - andlumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, from The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….WAAAADE POSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his guitar in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand out to his sides and yells to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin and starts stretching out the ropes, scanning over his opponents in the ring.
Zach Davis: Sickening, Freddy. This man literally stole the championship and is now claiming himself “Champion of Earth Connect Portals”. Disgusting. He stole the belt from a dead man.
Freddy Whoa: You can't deny that Wade Moor has been rather successful lately, even if his tactics are absolutely disgusting...you can't argue the results.
Zach Davis: I refuse to stand behind a murderer. We all know he was GOING to do it.
Neuroma by Fuse starts to play and Jackson White walks slowly to the ring with the hoody on his head. He brings a portuguese flag on his back. He keeps his head down with the hoodie covering his eyes until he enters the ring. Then he climbs the steel steps and enters the ring stretching both of his arms looking up and some red and green pyrotechnics blasts from the corner. "The Fenix" raises the portuguese flag, kisses it and puts it near the ring's corner.
Zach Davis: And the fourth competitor, Jackson “The Fenix” White. He claims to be the “Best Wrestler in the WCF”...and tonight just be the night that “The Fenix” spreads his wings.
Freddy Whoa: According to his competitors, he doesn't even know how to fly yet.
Zach Davis: We'll see who holds the championship at the end of this match.
The four competitors start circling the ring as the ref calls for the bell. The crowd instantly heats up as they stare each other down, willing the others to make a move. Fenix starts in first and blasts into Wade with a huge right hand – crowd POP - which Wade returns with earnest. They start off in a corner as ZMAC and Caliban restart that age old ring rivalry and start blasting into each other with hard fists.
Zach Davis: This match descended into an all out brawl!
Freddy Whoa: These four competitors don't want to waste any time. This isn't just about the Internet Championship. This is about shutting mouths.
Wade goes to blast Fenix with a huge larait, but Fenix ducks and shoves Wade into the corner. He blasts into him with chest chops and gut strikes. He goes to irish whip Wade into the opposite corner, but Wade reverses the whip and sends Fenix hard into the corner instead. He dashes into him with a larait, rocking Fenix. Fenix uses the ropes to stay on his feet and Wade gives chase. Meanwhile, ZMAC is laying the boots to Caliban in the corner, but Caliban slips out under the bottom rope. ZMAC turns his attention to the Wade/Fenix scramble and targets the back of Wade's head with a hard forearm.
Zach Davis: Wade into the ropes now.
ZMAC smashes Wade with lefts and rights, but Wade catches him with a very wattery uppercut and knocks him back. Wade goes for ZMAC, but Fenix rolls Wade up from behind.
Wade rockets out of the pin attempt and shifts his attention towards Fenix. He moves to hit Fenix, but ZMAC rolls Wade up from behind with a pin attempt.
Fenix breaks up the pin attempt before ZMAC can make the 3 count. ZMAC tackles Fenix as he gets to his feet, smashing those hammer fists down on Fenix's face. Wade gets to his feet and grabs ZMAC by the shirt and tosses him into the ropes. ZMAC does that double dip and comes flying at Wade with a lariat, causing Wade to spin around...just as Caliban comes in with that BLAM!
Zach Davis: Wade rolls away...
And Caliban's foot connects with Fenix! Fenix rolls to the apron as Wade grabs Caliban around the throat. The ref yells at Wade to let him go. Wade shoves Caliban into the turnbuckle and moves in to Irish whip him...
Zach Davis: ZOMBIE OUTTA NOWHERE!
Freddy Whoa: Huge double plancha from ZMAC!
ZMAC drops down and goes for the pin attempt on Caliban.
Caliban's shoulder comes flying up and ZMAC lifts him to his feet. Wade is using the ropes to get himself to his feet, same with Fenix, as ZMAC locks up Caliban for that AXE WOUND! He lifts Caliban...but a low strike from Wade saves Caliban. Caliban hits the mat and the three start trading haymakers in the center of the ring!
Zach Davis: Fenix going to the top rope!
Fenix dives off with a crossbody splash, knocking all four men down to the mat.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! The Fenix soars!
The men start slowly getting to their feet, but Jackson is the first one up. He hits ZMAC with a sharp elbow! ZMAC bounds on the ropes. Fenix hits Caliban with a curt uppercut, knocking Caliban back down to the mat. Wade gets to his feet and Fenix pops him across the face with a hard right! Wade absorbs the brunt of the hit and lifts Jackson up on to his shoulders, dropping him with that Oklahoma slam. Wade turns around to catch a dropkick from ZMAC.
Zach Davis: Wade on the ropes again.
ZMAC whips around and eats an enziguiri from Caliban! Both men hit the mat and Caliban goes for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: ZMAC with the shoulder up and this match continues.
Caliban hits ZMAC with a series of punches and then goes for another pin attempt.
ZMAC's shoulder goes up again. Caliban goes for the punches again...but Fenix lifts him off his feet and throws him back with a hard german suplex. Caliban rolls to the apron and Fenix turns around to face both Wade and ZMAC. Wade and ZMAC look at each other for a second, but then turn to Fenix and knock him flat with a duel punch.
Zach Davis: What the hell? Are these two working together?
Fenix hits the ground...and ZMAC and Wade start laying into each other once again!!! Right cross from ZMAC! huge chest chop from Wade! Steel toe kick from ZMAC, knocking Wade to his knees! ZMAC takes a few steps back and rushes at Wade!
Zach Davis: CURB STOMP BY ZMAC!...
But Wade lifts ZMAC up and off of the ground. He catches ZMAC by the shoulders and lifts him into a suplex position, subsequently dropping ZMAC on the mat with a brainbuster! Wade hooks the leg and goes for the pin...
Zach Davis: BROKEN UP BY FENIX!
Fenix drops a hard stomp on Wade's back, knocking him off of ZMAC! Fenix pops Wade a few times with a couple of sharp elbows before turning his attention on ZMAC. ZMAC climbs to his feet but Fenix is lying in wait. He irish whips him into the ropes, but ZMAC hops through the middle and top rope and lands on the apron. Fenix goes to knock McMorris off the apron, but ZMAC dips through and hits Fenix in the gut. He hops over with a sunset flip into a pin attempt.
Zach Davis: BROKEN UP BY CALIBAN!
Fenix rolls away as Caliban catches a standing ZMAC with a kick to the gut. He shoves him into the turnbuckle and knees him in the gut. Caliban climbs up and flips himself onto the turnbuckle. He winds around with a tornado DDT and slams ZMAC's head directly into the mat! Caliban rolls over for a pin.
Zach Davis: BROKEN UP BY WADE!
Freddy Whoa: None of these guys are willing to lose this match!
Wade pulls Caliban to his feet and slams him to the mat with a double underhook suplex. Fenix scrambles into the fray and catches a lariat for his trouble. ZMAC stands to his feet and locks eyes with Wade. A smile creeps across Wade's face and the two lock up for control. ZMAC whips behind Wade and grabs him around the midsection...but Wade pulls ZMAC's arms off of him. He turns around and catches ZMAC under the arms for a belly to belly...but ZMAC catches Wade with a headbutt and pulls him into a northern lights suplex position. He yanks...but Wade doesn't budge. ZMAC pulls again...but Wade stands his ground. Wade transitions and puts ZMAC down on the mat with a snap suplex. Wade gets to his feet...
Zach Davis: Fenix wanting to lock up again.
Wade goes for the BROSEIDON PUNCH!...
Zach Davis: Fenix dips!
Wade turns around and Fenix lifts him with a tough scoop slam, dropping Wade to the mat to a decent crowd pop. Wade hits the mat, nursing his back, and rolls away from the fray. Caliban meets Fenix and the two start scrapping in the middle of the ring. Thigh kicks from Caliban! Fenix reels Caliban with a strike combo! Caliban comes back with a roundhouse!...but Fenix ducks. He catches Caliban around the back with a sit out spinebuster...but Caliban slips out and catches Fenix with a flying knee to the face! Fenix bounds back...as ZMAC comes in and drops them both with a double dropkick! They roll out of the ring.
Zach Davis: This match looks like it's coming to a head!
McMorris glares towards them and runs!
Freddy Whoa: SUICIDE DIVE!
Zombie McMorris crashes into Fenix and Caliban! The crowd roars as Moor looks outside of the ring at the three bodies.
Zach Davis: Is Wade Moor going to fly!?
Moor runs towards his three opponents!
Freddy Whoa: HERE HE GOES!
Nope. He slows down as he nears the ropes and rolls out before hitting a stiff kick to McMorris.
Zach Davis: Welp.
McMorris gets up and fires right back at Moor. The two men trade stiff shots before McMorris kicks Moor in the gut, doubling him over, and DDTs him!
Freddy Whoa: What a DDT! On the outside!... damn.
McMorris grabs the nearby Internet Title and as Jackson White stumbles up... McMorris runs at him and smashes him in the face with it!
Zach Davis: You coked up zombie wrestler, what are you doing!?
Caliban is up too and BOOM!, shot to him with the Internet Title from McMorris! The crowd boos as the referee calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Looks like he's throwing the match out! What the hell!?
The fans boo heavily as McMorris raises the Internet Title high in the air.
Zach Davis: You're not the Champion, dummy. You blew it!
Master of Puppets hits.
Freddy Whoa: Maybe Seth is going to fix this!?
Seth steps out on stage, mic in hand.
Seth Lerch: Well, well, well. I have to say, that was a hell of a match.
The fans boo, just because of the non-finish.
Seth Lerch: That said, I think these fans here.... Deserve a winner!
Seth Lerch: AND THEY'RE GOING TO GET ONE!
Another big pop!
Seth Lerch: ...At War!
Seth Lerch: At War, we'll have a rematch of tonight's Internet Title match. And this time, it'll be No Disqualification, where anything goes! See you gents there!
Master of Puppets plays again as Seth leaves. McMorris throws down the Internet Title onto the body of Fenix as we go to commercial.
The scene opens on the backstage area. We soon see Denise moving through the hall dressed in a short black dress, with her hair styled, and high heeled shoes upon her feet. She stops in front of a door. She knocks and waits for it to open. She flips her hair over her shoulders, and smiles as the door opens. There stood Bates with a look of surprise on his face, as he looks her up and down.
Denise D'Evil: Hello Bates... Can I come in?
Thomas Uriel Bates: That depends, what do you want?
Denise D'Evil: I came to appolgoize to you for acting the way I did. You are a true gentleman for not wanting to hit a woman. I should have let it be but... Well you know how it is when you're in the ring...
She moves by Bates, and he catches a whiff of a sweet vannila scent from her as she passes by. He archs a brow and he closes the door behind them.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Why should I believe you?
Denise looks at him with her dark eyes sparkling in the lights above them. She was actually wearing makeup and didn't ook half bad. Underneath the rough exterior she was still a woman.
Denise D'Evil: You have no reason to, but I thought I would at least try to appologize to you. I mean when you're not in the ring, you're a great guy.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Thank you. But why do I have a bad feeling about...
She starts to cry and sits down on the bench that is in the locker room. Bates looks down at her.
Denise D'Evil: I... I thought someone... someone like you would understand being pressured into doing something that you didn't want to do... I mean.. You and I are a lot alike.... Everyone looks to me to be the strong one, but under it all.... I'm scared and don't always have the answers... I'll go.... I'm sorry I...
Bates sits beside her and smiles. He hands her a tissue and she smiles through the tears that were still falling.
Thomas Uriel Bates: No it's ok. Without all of the theatrics you are a beautiful woman.
She smiles and leans into kiss him. He pulls back and gets to his feet.
Denise D'Evil: I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be so forward. I better go... But please think about what I said... I truly am sorry.
Thomas Uriel Bates: Yeah... It's ok. Take it easy Denise.
Denise gets to her feet, and dries her eyes. Her dark makeup around her eyes smears a bit but it didn't matter. She drops the tissue and bends over, as Bates turns around and he sees there is very little underneath the dress that she was wearing. She picks it up and heads out the door, leaving Bates staring off into nothingness as she closes the door behind her. She pulls out her phone and dials. It is soon answered on the other end, and she smiles as she continues down the hallway.
Denise D'Evil: I think it worked. He seems to be as soft hearted as I expected. No, I'll be there soon though. Love you.
With that she walks off with a smile on her face and turns into a smirk as she disappears around the corner and the scene fades to the main part of the arena.
The obnoxious sound of pig grunts and squeals begin to blare over the PA system as Legion steps out onto the ramp with little theatrics.
Kyle Steel: THIS IS A TAG TEAM MATCH SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! From Paradise, Mississippi. Standing, 6'6. Weighing in at 280 pounds...HE IS LEEEEEEEEEEEEE-GIOOOOOOOOOON!
Gravedigger: OH YES!!! THIS GUY AGAIN!!!
Zach Davis: Legion, who made his debut last week against Fenix will now showcase what he can do in Tag Team action with partner Doug "The Thug" Murdock. Thoughts?
Freddy Whoa: Super impressive against the consistent threat of Jackson White last week, but this is a test against PANTHOEN, and not one to be taken lightly.
Gravedigger: Eh, its not PANTHEON that they should be worried about, but perhaps the recent bouts between Doug Murdock and Oblivion could boil over into this match. Wouldn't be the first time Oblivion has made his presence in a match that's not his.
The track shifts to some generic country song that the techies thought would add to the Redneck vibe, though he does little to encourage the image as he makes his way down to the ring, staring straight ahead and ignoring the outstretched hands and jeers from the crowd. Climbing into the ring via the steel steps, Legion moves straight to the corner, back against the turnbuckle...
The Idiots are Taking Over by NoFX begins to play, as the lights go out in the arena, and white strobelights activate, as the fans go nuts at the appearance of Doug Murdock onstage. Conspicuous by his absence is Vinnie Briggs, as Doug sullenly makes his way down to the ring as Kyle Steel makes an announcement...
Kyle Steel: HIS PARTNER!!! From Upstate, New York! Also standing 6'6", and weighing in at 268 pounds... DOUG "THE THUG" MURRRRRRRDOOOOOOCK...
Zach Davis: Usually a jovial look on Doug The Thug's face coming into matches, but not tonight, it seems.
Gravedigger: Well, I'm thrilled! One night since his debut, and I don't have to put up with that sewer rat sitting next to me and spewing his garbage talk on the air...
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, somebody need to teach him some other words besides the four-letter words...
Zach Davis: Doug in the ring now, as both him and Legion look at each other. Seems to be reluctant partners here, in the face of PANTHEON...
"Mysterious Pantheon Theme" begins to play, as Kyle Steel announces the arrival of Jeff Purse and Alex Richards, as both men with Kari coming in from behind both of them pander to the crowd...
Kyle Steel: AND THEIR OPPONENTS!!! Weighing in at a combined weight of 560 pounds! The represent "THE GREATEST WRESTLING STABLE IN THE UNIVERSE!!! They are JEFF PURSE!!! ALEX RICHARDS!!! THEY... ARE... PANTHEONNNNNNNNNNNNN!
The Rupp Arena begins to shake, as the cheers in the building become deafening when these two finally get inside of the ring. Jeff Purse throws his hands up in the middle of the ring, corner pyros of red and green shoot out, to the shock of both Doug and Legion. He takes off his aviator sunglasses and throws them in the audience, as Alex Richards places his doctor's bag in their corner, before turning and firing a few verbal jabs at their opponents. Zach Davis then says...
Zach Davis: And now to compare the two teams...
Gravedigger: As much as I enjoy the pig farmer, and the strength of Doug Murdock, who has stayed undefeated despite whomever he's teamed with, I would give them the edge almost anytime except against a seasoned team like PANTHEON. I have ZERO LOVE for these guys, but on paper, they look to take this match by a mile.
Freddy Whoa: Well, this is also Legion's first tag match. Who knows what kind of team player he turns out to be. We could have another Doug Murdock on our hands, and he can gel with just about ANYBODY! WHOA! That sounds pretty exciting!
Zach Davis: So barring something spectacular from Legion, who seems to be the Wild Card of the match, the edge does seem to go to PANTHEON. Former World Champ in Jeff Purse, and Alex Richards, a man who has seen success in almost every division he's competed in.
Gravedigger: Speaking of, it looks like Alex Richards is starting off the match for PANTHEON. And Legion steps through the ropes, as Doug remains to face off against the PANTHEON's Resident Weirdo...
Zach Davis: There's the bell, and both men meet in the middle of the ring...
Gravedigger: Elbow and collar lock-up, and Richards easily maneuvering Murdock into a corner...
Freddy Whoa: Murdock uses some leverage, and now its Richards who's caught in the corner!
Zach Davis: Referee calling for a break, and now he's counting...
Doug Murdock releases the grapple, as Richards drags his fingers across the face of Murdock, who goes backwards holding his face...
Freddy Whoa: DIRTY!!! Richards with an eye rake on Murdock...
Zach Davis: Headlock, and now he's dragging Doug's face across the top rope!
Gravedigger: He don't look so pretty now!
Richards then sets up and hits a German Suplex on Doug Murdock into the PANTHEON corner, before tagging in Jeff Purse, who yanks himself into the ring, driving his feet into the midsection of Doug Murdock, before Purse rolls backwards, getting to his feet in the middle of the ring, and rushes forward for another attack aimed at The Thug...
Zach Davis: OOH!!! Knee to the turnbuckle for Jeff Purse, who had a helluva head of steam coming in before Doug ducked a knee coming in at him in the turnbuckles...
Gravedigger: GET OUT OF THERE, DOUG! TAG YOUR PARTNER IN, STUPID!!!
Doug quickly crawls across the ring to tag in Legion, while Purse tags in Richards and slides out of the ring. Both Richards and Legion lock up in the middle of the ring, and Legion comes away with Richards' arm, twisting it before hitting him with a short-arm clothesline that takes Richards off of his feet...
Gravedigger: Look at that power!!!
Zach Davis: And Legion hits Richards, sending the 300-plus pounder spinning in the air before crashing to the ground!
Freddy Whoa: And Legion continues with a fist drop on Richards skull, and now he tags in Doug Murdock.
Doug Murdock pulls himself over the top rope, hitting a slingshot elbow drop on Richards in the process. Doug continues to pound on Richards as he picks himself up off of the ground. Doug takes off into the ropes...
Zach Davis: And Doug with the flying knee...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Chokeslam!!! And Richards back into his corner...
Zach Davis: Tag to Jeff Purse, who came and went after a gaff the last time he faced off against Doug The Thug...
Gravedigger: Purse with a weak kick... Enzuiguri!
Zach Davis: And now he's slamming Doug Murdock's legs into the canvas! And again!
Gravedigger: And this is why Jeff Purse should be feared! Take a Doug Murdock, a huge and muscly guy, and JP just trips them up and makes them look silly!
Freddy Whoa: And now it looks like Purse is settling in on an ankle lock...
Zach Davis: Not so fast, as Doug rolls and sends Jeff Purse running into the ropes. Doug is back on his feet, as he springs over Jeff Purse and starts running...
Gravedigger: WHAMO!!! MURDOCK WITH THE CROSS-CHECK!!! THE COVER!!!
Freddy Whoa: Richards in the ring to break up the count, but Purse able to kick out on his own.
Gravedigger: While it was an excellent shot from Doug, it seemed to surprise Jeff Purse more than anything else. That two-count was a fluke.
Zach Davis: Fluke or not, Doug Murdock has Jeff Purse now lifted up for a brain buster...
Gravedigger: And down he goes!!! And a tag out to Legion, as Legion takes his time coming up on Jeff Purse...
Legion makes a few audible pig noises, as Jeff Purse finds his feet. Legion grabs him from behind and hits...
Zach Davis: Sambo Suplex! And Legion just rolls over, looking at Jeff Purse! Alex Richards trying to rally the fans, now...
Gravedigger: Yeah, Purse has to make a tag, now, or Legion's just going to continue to pick him apart...
Legion gets back to his feet, and pulls up Jeff Purse, who responds by shucking off Legion's grasp on him and chops him across the bare chest...
Legion responds with a chop that sends Jeff Purse back about five feet, followed with...
Instead of another chop, as anticipated, charges in and plants a dropkick into the middle of Legion's chest, sending Legion back into his corner, while Jeff turns and reaches out for the tag...
Zach Davis: Jeff and Richards with the tag, and now Legion tags in Doug Murdock!
Gravedigger: Richards going for the grapple, but Doug Murdock with a shot to the face! And another...
Freddy Whoa: Richards against the ropes, and Murdock sends Richards across the ring... Flying knee to Richards!!!
Zach Davis: Murdock waiting for Richards to get to his feet... Richards turns, and Death Valley Driver for his troubles! The cover...
Gravedigger: A one-count? Really?
Zach Davis: Giving credit where its due, but Richards has been known to be one of the more durable men on the roster.
Freddy Whoa: It ain't stopping Murdock, who's got his fist up in the air, now!!!
Alex Richards slowly gets to his feet, as Doug positions himself behind Alex, waiting for him to turn into the brutality that he has to offer. Alex turns around, as Doug grabs him by the ear...
Gravedigger: Is Dougie gonna serve up some Knuckle Sandwiches?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Richards slips Doug's first punch!!! He's got Murdock from behind...
Zach Davis: FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT ON MURDOCK!!! THE COVER!!!
And Legion stomps away on Richards, as Jeff Purse intervenes and nails Legion with a springboard crossbody from across the ring!
Gravedigger: Both men come tumbling out of the ring! Richards is getting to his feet! Murdock is getting to his feet!
Zach Davis: Wow! And these guys have really hit each other with everything they've got, so far!
Freddy Whoa: AND MURDOCK IS FEEDING RICHARDS SOME KNUCKLE SANDWICHES, RIGHT NOW!!!
Gravedigger: SHORT-LIVED! RICHARDS WITH SOME LOW KICKS! HE MIGHT'VE CAUGHT DOUGIE IN HIS LITTLE DOUGLETTES!!!
Murdock continues to remain doubled over, as Richards picks up Doug and hangs him out on the top rope with a
Zach Davis: Hotshot on Murdock, as he goes crashing down on to the mat...
Gravedigger: Oh, but here comes Legion after brawling with Purse, who is still picking himself out of the crowd!!!
Zach Davis: And a Big Boot from Legion knocks Richards off-course!
Gravedigger: And now Legion to pick up Alex Richards...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! PURSE WITH A FLYING SPRINGBOARD BULLDOG ON LEGION! WHOA!!!
Zach Davis: AND PURSE HAS LAID EVERYONE OUT INSIDE OF THE RING!!!
Gravedigger: TO INCLUDE HIMSELF!!! REFEREE IS COUNTING EVERYONE, AS EVERYBODY IS SCRAMBLING TO THE ROPES...
At the count of three, Oblivion, dragging Vinnie Briggs behind him, comes out on to the stage, as all four men, at some stage of standing, are busy getting to their feet as Oblivion shouts into a microphone
Oblivion: Murdock!!! HEY MURDOCK!!! UP HERE!!!
Zach Davis: Oh my...
Freddy Whoa: Whoa my God...
Gravedigger: Oblivion!!! And he's got Vinnie Briggs!!!
Vinnie: SOMEBODY HELP ME!! HELP MEEEEEE!! BATES!!! BATTLE!!! DOOOOOOOOUG!!! ANYBODY!!!!! THIS ASSHOLE IS GONNA KILL ME!!!
Oblivion backhands Vinnie across the mouth, as he says....
Oblivion: No one is coming to save you, so shut it!!!
Oblivion shakes Vinnie, striking him in the face with his own head, as he reiterates to Vinnie what he said earlier...
Oblivion: SHUT UP BITCH!! MURDOCK... Murdock!!! It seems that you have your hands full, right now, at this moment. Now, don't look at me!! You have a match to pay attention to. With or without AoD, trust this Monster, AoD is strong, but with them or by ITself, Oblivion is going to wage war on you pussy ass wannabes...
Freddy Whoa: And Oblivion is STILL going on!!!
Zach Davis: And Murdock breaks the 10-count, as he rolls out of the ring!!! Oblivion is still talking!!!
Gravedigger: DAMMIT OBI!!! PAY ATTENTION!!!
Oblivion: You can claim to be tough physically. But, when it comes to intelligence you morons fall short. Weren't you ever told never piss off a monster? You little kids...
Vinnie manages to catch Oblivion low in the groin, before jumping into the crowd from the stage. Doug continues charging up the ramp, before he collides with Oblivion...
Gravedigger: AND A CROSS-CHECK INto OBLIVION!!!
Zach Davis: And that knocked him back behind the curtain!!! Doug is STILL going after him!!!
Gravedigger: WHAT IS HE DOING? HE STILL HAS A MATCH, THE IDIOT!!!
Freddy Whoa: Lot of bad blood there, but now its Richards and Purse, they got Legion set up for the 2 Corners Kick here...
NO!, Legion ducks it and Purse hits Richards with the kick!
Freddy Whoa: OOF! That's the same boot that has earned Jeff Purse a World Title or two!
Richards hits the mat and Purse only has a half second to regret it before Legion throws him out of the ring. Legion drops and pins Richards.
Gravedigger: There you have it! Legion picks up the win for his team!
The bell sounds as Legion rolls out of the ring and heads backwards up the ramp as Purse gets back into the ring, attempting to apologize to Richards.
“Buy Me A Boat” by Chris Janson hits the speakers and the crowd hops to their feet as Billy steps out from the back. He takes off his cowboy hat and waves to the crowd, acknowledging the cheers. He places the hat back on his head and walks down the ramp, slapping hands. Every 10 or so feet, he stops and takes a breather due to his immense girth. Eventually he makes it down to the ring and slowly walks up the ring steps. He takes another breather at this point and then finally steps between the middle and top ropes.
Billy walks over to the nearby turnbuckle and tries to climb them to play to the crowd, but he can’t quite get up there. He eventually gives up and just settles for acknowledging the crowd at each side of the ring. The crowd pops as he raises his arms at each side of the ring. He finally walks over to the nearby turnbuckle and takes another breather, waiting for the match to begin.
Music hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light, glances left and right at the crowd, scoffs, then looks and walks straight ahead, not acknowledging anything around him.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" 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: Can Kyle Kemp hold onto the People's Championship? Let's find out!
As the bell sounds, both Billy and Beaver run at Kemp and start beating him down. Kemp immediately rolls out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Wrestling like a Champion!
Freddy Whoa: Uh, it seemed kind of cowardly to me.
Gravedigger: He took the SMART way out, Freddy. You wouldn't know anything about being a Champion, that's fine.
Beaver and Billy quickly turn on one another and begin brawling. Billy gains the upper hand and hits a stiff uppercut, sending Beaver backwards into the ropes. He stumbles forward and Billy lifts him into a Bearhug.
Zach Davis: Kyle Kemp has to be careful here. If Dustin Beaver gave up right now we'd have a new People's Champion!
Kemp quickly reenters the ring and hits a few stiff shots to the back of Billy's head. Billy drops Beaver as Kemp spins him around. Kyle hits a Belly to Belly on Billy!
Freddy Whoa: Belly to Belly on Billy!, say that three times fast.
Gravedigger: I could, easily, because I'm the best commentator in the business today. But I don't feel like it.
Kyle Kemp goes for the pin.
No!, Billy gets the shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Billy may not have a lot of in ring success yet, but he's been around WCF forever. He's got the instincts of a wily veteran without the, uh, skills or accomplishments or anything.
Kemp looks to end things early by backing up and readying for a punt to Billy's face... until Beaver rolls him up from behind!
NO!, Kemp escapes!
Freddy Whoa: Almost had a new Champ!, again!
Kemp is to his feet as Beaver runs at him. Kemp hits a hiptoss. Beaver gets back up and Kyle grabs him for a DDT but Beaver jabs his way out of it. He then kicks Kemp to the gut before dropping him with a Double Arm DDT!
Gravedigger: Dustin Beaver plants the People's Champ!
Beaver drops down and pins Kemp.
No!, Billy breaks it up. Billy throws Beaver to the turnbuckle but Beaver jumps up onto it. Billy runs at him but Beaver gets the boot up!, which Billy runs into. Billy is spun around and Beaver jumps off the top.
Zach Davis: Diving Bulldog! Dustin Beaver hits it!
Beaver pins Billy now.
NO!, Billy kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: The nearfalls coming fast and furious in this one!
Beaver lifts Billy up and pulls him towards the turnbuckle. Beaver hooks him..
Gravedigger: He's finishing him off. Time for the Bass Drop!
Nope!, Kemp grabs Billy from behind and executes a German Suplex!
Zach Davis: From out of nowhere!
Billy rolls out of the ring. Beaver swings at Kemp but Kemp ducks it and slaps Beaver in the face before climbing up with him...
Freddy Whoa: SUPERPLEX!
Kemp pins Beaver.
NO!, Beaver kicks out!
Zach Davis: OOF! Kemp almost retained!
Kemp angrily shakes his head and backs off as Beaver begins crawling to his feet... until Kemp runs at him.
Gravedigger: BACK TO THE MINORS. Kemp hits it!
Kemp drops and pins Beaver.
The bell sounds.
Freddy Whoa: And there you have it! Kyle Kemp retains after all!
Kemp is handed the People's Title as he quickly rolls out of the ring, clutching it. He stumbles up the ramp, torn between celebrating and getting to the back as soon as possible.
Zach Davis: The Championship scene in WCF is crazy, guys, and Kemp just proved he belongs yet again.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall…
"A Little God in My Hands" by Swans BOOMS over the PA system as John Gable walks past the curtain with Lisa following close behind. He stops on the stage and raises his fists in the air with a battle cry that is slightly muffled by the mouth guard.
Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring at five feet and eleven inches and weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds; hailing from Cleveland, Ohio accompanied by Lisa Seymour...King Leukemia!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he sees the booing fans. He walks up the ring steps and takes one last look at the crowd before entering the ring and shadow boxing with the turnbuckle.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent…
he loud sound of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle blares over the PA system. It soon fades, and is replaced with "Midnight Rider" by the Allman Brothers Band as the titron begins showing clips of the Dark Riders Gang MC riding in columns with Bates at the lead. Thomas Uriel Bates steps out on the stage and begins walking towards the ring with a focused 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.
Kyle Steel: Standing six feet, nine inches tall, weighing 430 lbs… Thomas Uriel Bates!
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. There is a tense staredown between him and Gable. Neither man back down until the ref pushes them back.
Zach Davis: You can really feel the tension in this one. This is an old cliche, but there is absolutely no love lost between these two.
The music dies, and the ref signals for the bell. Both men fly forward right out of the gate. Bates tries to end it early with an immediate Bates boot, but Gable ducks under it, bounces off the opposite ropes,and hits Bates in the back with a dropkick. Thomas stumbles forward and bounces off the ropes, falling backward into a quick schoolboy.
...Bates kicks out! Both men jump to their feet and run at each other again, but this time Bates lifts Gable over his head with a six foot nine inch backdrop. Gable hits the canvas hard. Bates turns around and goes to stomp on him, but Gable rolls out of the way, and hits him with three quick kicks to the hamstring. Bates stumbles back into the corner, and Gable hops to his feet. John sprints forward, and jumps into the air, hitting Bates with a vicious kick to the chest. Thomas refuses to fall, so Gable goes back to kicking at his leg. After a number of rapid fire shots, Bates grabs him by the head and shoves him across the ring into the opposite corner.
Gravedigger: These two are ready to kill each other!
Freddy Whoa: I expected no less. These are two vicious fighters, and they’re going to give us one hell of a match tonight.
Gable hops up and runs at Bates again. He lifts the boot again, but Gable baseball slides out of the ring. He spins around and grabs Bate’s leg, dropping him to the mat. Gable scrambles into the ring, and hooks Bates’s leg, going for an STF. Bates desperately pulls them both forward, until he’s draped over the bottom rope. The ref warns Gable to let go, and he eventually does, standing up and screaming at Bates to do the same.
Zach Davis: John Gable is angry tonight. There’s something in his eyes I don’t normally see.
Thomas stands up, and Gable runs at him. Bates hits another backdrop, but this time Gable goes flying over the top rope, and crashes hard to the concrete. Bates quickly climbs out, and lifts Gable up. He put a hand under the barely conscious man’s arm, and hits him with a beal that sends him flying the length of the ring. He crashes to the ground again, and his momentum carries him hard into the steel guardrail.
Freddy Whoa: Thomas Bates taking the advantage in a big way!
Gravedigger: Gable may have the heart, but Bates is huge. It’s not going to be easy for a man of Gable’s size to win this match.
Bates picks Gable up, and slams his head against the guardrail a few times, before rolling him under the bottom rope. Bates follows after and goes for the pin.
...No! Gable gets the shoulder up. Bates picks him up and tosses him into the corner. He then brings his mighty forearm up, and smashes it down onto Gable’s chest. He does this until Gable is seated on the ground. Bates then backs up, and runs forward, going for a knee to Gable’s face. John rolls out of the way just in time for Bate’s sternum to crash hard into the turnbuckle. He stumbles back, allowing Gable to hop up onto the second rope, and propel himself forward, hitting a spinning european uppercut. Both men hit the ground and stay there for a moment, as the crowd gives their back and forth a huge round of applause.
Zach Davis: Hell of a showing by both men already.
Freddy Whoa: The fans sure are loving it.
Gable is the first to stand. He goes to put Bates in a Boston crab, but Bates kicks him bckward. Gable bounces off the ropes, and Bates gets to a knee. On the rebound, Gable jumps onto Bate’s knee and hits him with a shining wizard. Bates hits the ground, and Gable goes for the pin.
...No! Bates kicks out! Gable gets to his feet quick, and starts kicking Bates in the head. He does this a few times before Thomas rolls out of the ring, and drops to a knee. Gable throws his fists in the air, drawing loud boos from the crowd.
Zach Davis: Gable feeling quite sure of himself right now.
Bates gets to his feet, and Gables goes for a baseball slide. Bates dodges it, and grabs him around the legs. With great effort, Bates swings Gable like a baseball bat, and slams him into the steel barrier. Bates lifts him up and rolls him under the bottom rope, following closely behind. He lifts Gable again, and flips him up into a powerbomb position. Out of sheer instinct, Gable starts leveling punches at Bates’s forehead. This causes Thomas to fall backward. Gable hits his feet and bounces off the ropes. By the time he comes back, Bates is sitting up, and Gable hits him with a running dropkick to the back of the head. Both men lay on the mat once again.
Gravedigger: Some amazing back and forth in this match.
Zach Davis: Both men at maximum effort here since the bell rang. The match hasn’t been going all that long, and they’ve both spent themselves and taken quite the beating.
Gable slowly crawls over to Bates, and grabs his arm. He locks him in an anaconda vise, and wrenches back. Bates flails and grabs for the ropes, but can’t quite reach. Bates starts to lose consciousness, and out of desperation he throws a knee that just manages to hit Gable in the back of th head. His grip loosens slightly, allowing Bates to wrench his way out, and rolls to the floor again. Gable slaps the mat, and takes the time to recuperate.
Freddy Whoa: Gable trying for the win, but Bates performs a miraculous escape.
Gable stands up and walks over to the ropes, only to get taken to the mat when Bates yanks on his leg. He drags Gable out of the ring, and irish whips him into the steel barrier. He runs forward and goes for a boot, but Gable drops down, hanging Bates up on the guardrail by his hamstring. Gbale immediately begins kicking at the grounded leg with prejudice. Bates falls to the ground to kepe Gable from doing any more damage to his leg, but this just gives John the chance to stomp on his head. Bates takes a few of these, before leaping up and lunging forward, taking Gable down with a desperation lariat.
Zach Davis: Both men on the ground again, and the ref begins to count.
At five both men start to rise, but they both take until nine and three quarters to roll themselves into the ring. Even then neither stands right away. Bates is the first to get up, and he lifts gable not long after. He hoists the man up in a gorilla press position, and tires to do a few lifts, but the match has left him spent. Instead he just drops him down into the Memphis Giant slam, and goes for the pin.
...3! No! Gable kicks out! Bates looks frustrated, and stands again. He yanks Gable to a standing position, and locks him in a full nelson, he tosses him up in the air, and hits him with a violent chokeslam.
Freddy Whoa: He calls that the badge, and it has ended more than one match. Bates with the cover!
Zach Davis: Bates is mad, and it looks like he’s gearing up for a big Bates Boot!
Bates waits for Gable to stands, and he does, but slowly. Once he is to his feet, BAtes runs forward and goes for the boot. Gable is just quick enough to drop down and hit a dropkick to the front of Bates’s knee. Bates collapses, giving Gable a chance to recover from the onslaught.
Freddy Whoa: Gable drags himself into a corner to catch a breath. Amazing tenacity kicking out of that brutal round of offense.
Gable slowly stands, and waits in the corner for Bates to rise.
Once Bates is on all fours, Gable runs forward and kicks him hard in the side of the head. Bates hits the ground, and Gable immediately starts trying to lift him up. It takes great effort, but eventually Bates is on his feet. Gables locks his arms around the man’s neck, and goes to lift him into a suplex position.
Zach Davis: There’s no way! He’s going for city lights, but can he lifts Bates for the move?!
Gable manages to lifts Thomas just enough to drop into the brainbuster. From there, rolling back into the dragon sleeper is easy. He holds on tight, as Bates flails, but can do nothing Gable waits until the man goes limp in his arms, and immediately pins him.
Gable gets to his knees, and throws his fist in the air in victory.
Kyle Steel: Your winner… King Leukemia!
Gable slowly rises to his feet, celebrating as the fans boo. He rolls out of the ring, and makes his way to the back before Thomas Bates can come to.
Zach Davis: Well there you have it! One hell of a match ends in a decisive win for John Gable!
Zach Davis: We are currently waiting on Gravedigger to get back to the announce table as he was called backstage regarding the investigation over the on-air death of Scarecrow. Earlier tonight, we saw Gravedigger questioned by the FBI.
Freddy Whoa: I always knew he did it. The moment Scarecrow died, I was sitting here at the table and I looked over at him and was like that son of a bitch did it. It was him.
Zach Davis: Wait what? I think it was made pretty clear tonight that Gravedigger isn’t even really a suspect.
A technician appears off to the side of the screen, working with Gravedigger’s headset.
Zach Davis: Anyway. Well ladies and gentlemen, tonight has been action-packed so far and we’re quickly speeding along towards Wa---
Zach Davis is interrupted as the technician puts the headset on and says something into the mic. A spark instantly comes from the headset and the guy jerks uncontrollably. Zach Davis throws his headset off and backs up. Freddy Whoa does as well as people from ringside check on the downed technician. The word “electrocuted” is barely picked up on one of the nearby headsets.
A group of EMTs rolling a stretcher hurry down the ramp and around the side of the ring. As they head over towards the downed technician, they pass by Gravedigger who stands there stunned, eyes wide as he witnessed the entire thing. He gulps and looks around, staring at the backstage area. Slam cuts to a promo for the upcoming War PPV.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 190 pounds, “The Antidote” Spencer Adams!!
The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his right arm high into the air.
Gravedigger: How many times do I have to boo this guy before he realizes nobody likes him and he just goes away forever?
Zach Davis: You just love ripping on Spencer Adams, don’t you?
Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and waiting for his opponent.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Bronx, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds, Joey Flash!!
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.
Gravedigger: This is the perfect match to show you the difference between a schmuck like Spencer Adams and a winner like Joey Flash!
Freddy Whoa: There are a lot of people in the building that would disagree with you there.
Gravedigger: Yeah, the same people who cheer for Jhon Sena probably.
Zach Davis: Well I guess we’ll find out soon as Joey makes his way to the ring, because this one will start shortly!
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.
Freddy Whoa: That’s the psychology of Joey Flash on display before the match even starts. Whether you love him or hate him, he does have a high level of in-ring intelligence about him!
Joey smirks at Spencer who looks from side to side towards the crowd who begin to cheer loudly.
DING DING DING!
Zach Davis: And here we go! Joey Flash versus Spencer Adams!
Freddy Whoa: The two tie up!
Both men struggle to gain control before Joey shoves Spencer back.
Zach Davis: Spencer charging back!
Gravedigger: And a strong uppercut with the right hand from Joey Flash!
Spencer pops up as Joey grabs hold of him and whips him into the turnbuckle. Flash runs at him before slowing down and hitting him with a series of jabs, much to the disdain of the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer slumping down into the corner now!
Zach Davis: Flash with those strong kicks, swinging his leg repeatedly into the midsection!
Gravedigger: Flash is clearly the better man. Why do we even have to have a match like this?
Flash drags Adams from the corner, irish whipping him in the center of the ring towards the announce table.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer holding onto that rope!
Gravedigger: Flash running after him!
Zach Davis: And Spencer Adams pulling down the top rope as Joey Flash goes flying out!
Freddy Whoa: Adams might be looking to do some flying of his own!
Spencer shouts at the crowd as the applause grows. He bounces off the rope and goes leaping over the top with a body splash.
Zach Davis: Flash catches him!
Gravedigger: Belly to belly right on the edge of that announce table!
Freddy Whoa: He could’ve just broken Spencer’s back there!
Gravedigger: I wish.
Zach Davis: Flash may have gained a huge advantage already! That one had to hurt and could seriously slow down Spencer here!
Joey taunts Adams as he picks him up, grabbing him around the waist and ramming him into the turnbuckle post.
Gravedigger: Flash sliding back in and out to break the ref’s count! See, Flash is so good that he’s just toying with Spencer Adams and taking his time to show him who the man is! This is a casual day for Joey!
Flash begins laying into Adams with a barrage of jabs to the gut before throwing him back into the ring and rolling in himself. He waits for Adams to get up.
Freddy Whoa: Flash lifting Adams up straight into the air for a suplex!
Zach Davis: And he puts him back down, instead deciding to go for more strikes to the head as well as the midsection! How disrespectful!
Gravedigger: Disrespectful?! The man is a strategist! Trying to prove that you can wrestle is something for losers like Adams! It’s WCF, everyone can wrestle, Zach! Joey just chooses not to when he doesn’t feel like it.
Flash continues his assault before Adams pushes him back towards the ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Flash catching himself and bouncing towards Adams!
Zach Davis: Pele kick!
Adams falls back to the mat Flash staggers back into the ropes again. He turns his head to the side rubbing his jaw before going back after Adams with a much more aggressive approach.
Gravedigger: Flash laying into him again! This time stomping away at this loser! Spencer Adams should’ve just stayed down and accepted that he is nothing compared to Joey Flash!
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash on top of Spencer Adams now and laying into him left and right with those big blows to the face!
Flash drops down and goes to lock in Pain is Love but Spencer thrashes about to prevent it, quickly dragging himself to the side and wrapping his legs around the ropes. Flash kicks at him and pounds the mat in frustration.
Zach Davis: Wise decision by Spencer Adams to move to the rope before Flash could get him in the armbar!
Flash stands up, continuing to stomp away at Adams before dragging him to his feet and lifting him up in the air.
Gravedigger: Vertical suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Flash keeps him in position, lifting him up again!
Gravedigger: Make that two! Sending that loser to the mat!
Zach Davis: And this could be three!
Gravedigger: And the triple suplex completed as Joey Flash sends his “challenger” down once more!
Freddy Whoa: And the cover!
Zach Davis: More strikes from Flash! A pretty one-sided battle here tonight as Joey Flash just wears down his opponent with an aggressive offense!
Freddy Whoa: Well Spencer Adams isn’t out yet, but he needs to look for an opening to change the momentum in his favor sometime soon!
Flash pulls Adams to his feet again, whipping him into the corner.
Gravedigger: Flash driving that shoulder hard into the midsection of Spencer Adams!
Zach Davis: He mounts the turnbuckle now, hitting the cornered Spencer with another series of rights from just above him!
The crowd boos as Gravedigger can barely contain his fanboy excitement.
Gravedigger: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!
Freddy Whoa: Oh, but Spencer Adams ducking under before Flash could get in his tenth strike!
Adams goes to grab lift Flash up, but once again, Flash counter his attempts at generating offense by kicking back wildly, sending Spencer to the mat.
Gravedigger: Flash going up to the top turnbuckle now!
Zach Davis: Flash goes leaping off with and catches Adams with a big DDT from the top rope!
Freddy Whoa: He goes for the pin!
Zach Davis: And Adams kicks out again!
Freddy Whoa: Flash is up now, waiting for his opponent to get to his feet!
Zach Davis: He grabs the waist!
Gravedigger: Lightning bolt!
Freddy Whoa: No! Adams flips backward to counter and lands on his feet!
Zach Davis: Dropkick to the back from Spencer Adams sending Joey Flash flying against the ropes!
As Flash’s head rests against the second rope, Adams runs and leaps up to the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: Adams looking for the leg drop!
Gravedigger: And Flash moves at the last seconding sending Adams crashing and burning right on the edge of the ring!
Adams flops off the apron, yelling out in pain and grabbing at his back as the ref’s count begins.
Zach Davis: I don’t know if Adams is going to be getting up after that!
Freddy Whoa: Flash has just had a counter to everything that Spencer Adams has tried to throw at him!
Gravedigger: He’s top tier! Of course he’s going to dominate a guy like Spencer Adams!
Zach Davis: Flash sliding out, breaking up that count!
Gravedigger: He’s having fun in this one!
Flash picks up Adams, throwing him back in the ring as he rolls in and waits for Adams to get up again.
Freddy Whoa: Adams on his knees as Flash runs off the ropes!
Zach Davis: Running neckbreaker and the cover!
Freddy Whoa: And Spencer Adams manages to kick out again!
Zach Davis: This match has been almost entirely in Joey Flash’s favor, but Spencer Adams just keeps finding a way to pull through and get the shoulder up just in time!
Flash gets up and stomps away at Adams’ midsection.
Freddy Whoa: Joey Flash is playing it smart here!
Gravedigger: Flash lifting Adams up again, going for that lightning bolt again!
Zach Davis: Adams flips behind once again! He goes for a german suplex of his own!
Freddy Whoa: Flash flipping backwards and countering right back!
Zach Davis: He locks the arms!
Gravedigger: LIGHTNING BOLT!!
Freddy Whoa: Adams just barely rolling to get that shoulder up!
Zach Davis: How the hell?!
Gravedigger: Bullshit! Flash had him there!
Adams flops back to the mat as Joey Flash sits up in disbelief. He screams out in frustration as he steps through the ropes to the apron and taunts for Spencer to stand up. He jumps up, bouncing off the top rope as Spencer gets to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Flying crossbody!
Zach Davis: Spencer catches him!
Freddy Whoa: VACCINE!!
Zach Davis: Spencer with the cover!
Gravedigger: That’s what I like to see! Flash proving that Spencer Adams is nothing to him!
Flash rolls over to the corner as Spencer slowly gets to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Flash in the corner now.
Zach Davis: Running enzuigiri into the corner on Joey Flash!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams finally gaining a bit of momentum!
Zach Davis: Adams stepping back and running at him again!
Freddy Whoa: Flash ducks it!
Gravedigger: Drop toe hold and Adams is sent face first into that turnbuckle!
Zach Davis: And a roll up from behind!
Flash rolls under the bottom rope and pulls himself up on the apron as Spencer falls back to mat. He climbs up to the top and takes off.
Zach Davis: Flash goes for the swanton bomb!
Freddy Whoa: Adams rolling out of the way!
Gravedigger: And flash rolls through and back to his feet!
Spencer rolls closer to the corner as Flash goes running.
Zach Davis: Baseball slide dropkick!
Freddy Whoa: Flash dragging Adams to the center of the ring!
Gravedigger: Pain is love! Flash locks in the armbar!
Zach Davis: Spencer quickly rolling over to that right side and going for the pin!
Freddy Whoa: Smart move there, forcing Joey’s hand and making him let go of the armbar before the damage could be done to the vulnerable right arm!
Flash gets up, pulling Spencer to his feet and lifting him up for the vertical suplex.
Gravedigger: He has him up! Flash goes for the suplex!
Zach Davis: And Spencer somehow managing to land on the top turnbuckle!
Adams tries to shake off the fatigue as he sits on top of the turnbuckle with his back turned to Flash. Flash jumps up, hitting Spencer clean in the back of the head.
Gravedigger: Superman punch!
Adams drops down in a tree of whoa position as Joey smiles wickedly. He rolls out to the outside grabbing the arm and pulling it back as Spencer screams out in pain.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my! Joey Flash just cranking back now as Spencer just hangs there!
Zach Davis: He could break Spencer’s arm in half here!
Gravedigger: Okay everyone! Look in the corner of your TV screens! See that? I want you all to tweet “#Pray4Spencer”, because this idiot is getting bodied right now!
Flash temporarily lets up before he pulls back and slams his opponents’ arm against the post.
Zach Davis: This is not looking good for Spencer Adams!
Flash re-enters the ring and walks back to the opposing corner.
Freddy Whoa: Running clothesline attempt!
Zach Davis: SUPER DUPER KICK!
Spencer falls back on top of Joey.
Freddy Whoa: Holy shit! What a match!
Gravedigger: There is no way this will end in a victory for Spencer Adams! I knew Flash would kick out and so did everyone else in this arena!
Spencer gets to the ropes and stumbles around as he gets to his feet. He turns to the crowd, shouting out as the roar to life.
Zach Davis: Spencer to his feet now!
Freddy Whoa: Goes for a standing moonsault!
Zach Davis: And Joey Flash rolls out of the way!
Adams goes crashing to the mat as Joey gets up this time. Spencer gets to his feet.
Freddy Whoa: Spencer Adams with the clothesline sending Flash toppling over to the outside!
Zach Davis: He runs off the ropes this time!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer going up and over!
Zach Davis: Somersault plancha onto Joey Flash!
Spencer picks up Flash, throwing him against the barricade.
Freddy Whoa: Flash slumped down against the barricade now!
Spencer rolls back in and out now, breaking the referee’s count.
Gravedigger: What is the idiot doing?! Just accept defeat, Adams!
Zach Davis: Spencer takes off running!
Freddy Whoa: SPEAR THROUGH THE BARRICADE!!!
Zach Davis: That did damage to both men!
Gravedigger: Oh, come on! Who does that?! He just destroyed company property!
Spencer comes to and grabs onto the side of the barrier, slowly pulling himself up as he staggers back to the ring and manages to roll back in the ring.
Flash begins to move a bit more as he starts crawling toward the ring.
Gravedigger: Come on, Flash!
Freddy Whoa: It could be close!
Gravedigger: And Joey Flash manages to roll in at the last second!
Zach Davis: And this match continues!
Both men cling to the ropes on opposite sides of the ring, rising to their feet at the same time.
Freddy Whoa: They charge at each other again!
Zach Davis: They trade blows now!
Gravedigger: This is where Spencer Adams shows his lack of intelligence! You don’t try to out brawl Joey Flash! It just won’t end up working in your favor!
Freddy Whoa: Flash whipping Adams off the ropes!
Zach Davis: Goes for the back body drop!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer landing on his feet!
Zach Davis: He turns!
Freddy Whoa: SHENANIGANS!
Zach Davis: Sending Flash face first into the knee!
Freddy Whoa: He drops down for the cover!
Gravedigger: Are you guys still surprised?! Are you really shocked that Joey Flash is staying in this one?!
Zach Davis: The look of pure shock on the face of Spencer Adams!
The two men slowly get to their feet. Flash barely manages to stand up as Spencer once again uses the ropes to pull himself up.
Freddy Whoa: Flash grabbing him around the waist again!
Gravedigger: AND FLASH HITS ANOTHER LIGHTNING BOLT!
Zach Davis: The damage has been done to both men here! It doesn’t appear that Flash has quite enough energy to make the cover!
Gravedigger: Cover him!
Flash crawls over to Spencer, throwing the arm over his body.
Freddy Whoa: Are you serious?!
Gravedigger: You’ve got to be kidding me!
Zach Davis: Neither one of these guys will stay down!
The two once again begin to crawl and struggle to stand up. Both Spencer and Joey continue to trade punches from their knees.
Freddy Whoa: Nobody wants to let up here as they continue to fight even when it seems like they can’t do it anymore!
They wobble around on their feet for a bit as Flash goes for a clothesline. Spencer pops up and is met with another one.
Gravedigger: The momentum back with Joey Flash!
Zach Davis: Spencer gets up!
Freddy Whoa: He just laughs in Spencer’s face now!
Spencer sways from side to side a bit as Flash gets in his face, lightly pushing him around. Flash shoves him back a bit.
Zach Davis: Flashing stepping back towards him again!
Freddy Whoa: Spencer jumping up!
Zach Davis: QUARANTINE FROM THE STANDING POSITION!!
Freddy Whoa: How?!
Spencer goes for the cover as Joey barely manages to roll under the rope and drop to the outside.
Gravedigger: Joey Flash just continues to show off his in-ring genius!
Adams gets to his feet against the ropes and looks on in frustration as Joey makes his way to the barricade to get himself to his feet.
Zach Davis: How much more can these guys take?!
Gravedigger: Flash to his feet and making his way back to the ring!
Gravedigger: And Flash rolls back in again!
Spencer immediately stomps away at Flash as he rolls back in.
Freddy Whoa: Is it fair to call this one a classic already?!
Zach Davis: I have to agree with you, Freddy! These men are giving it their all tonight!
Flash tries to make it back to his feet as Spencer continues the occasional stomp to the body. Flash stumbles back to the corner as Spencer steps back. Joey walks along the ropes as Spencer gets the right leg up.
Freddy Whoa: SUPER DUPER KICK! ANOTHER SUPERKICK IN THIS ONE FROM SPENCER ADAMS!
Zach Davis: BUT FLASH FALLS BACK AND BOUNCES OFF THE ROPES!
Gravedigger: SUDDEN FLASH!!!!!
Freddy Whoa: THE COVER!!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Zach Davis: The crowd showing their appreciation for the performance that these two are giving!
Flash struggles a bit before making his way to his feet again and pulling Adams up with him. He locks the arms around the waist.
Gravedigger: LIGHTNING BOLT!
Zach Davis: FLASH STILL HAS THE ARMS LOCKED!
Gravedigger: AND ANOTHER!!
Freddy Whoa: JOEY FLASH IS STRUGGLING, BUT LIFTS HIM UP FOR ANOTHER ONE!
Gravedigger: AND THAT MAKES THREE LIGHTNING BOLTS!!
Zach Davis: FLASH MAKES THE PIN!!
Zach Davis: What a match!!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, Joey Flash!!!
Flash makes his way to his feet. He lifts his arm high as he climbs to the turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: You are all witnessing greatness right now!
Zach Davis: That we are! Hell of a match here tonight!
Flash rolls out and makes his way to the back as Slam goes to commercial.
Zach Davis: Alright wrestling fans, the much anticipated match, of the night, is coming up next.
Freddy Whoa: This should be great match-up.
Gravedigger: I DON'T wanna be disappointed. So much potential, in this match-up.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. Multiple cameras pan around The Rupp Arena. A sea of home made signs can be seen. One particular sign catches Gravedigger's attention...
Gravedigger: Are you kidding me?! Really?!
Zach Davis: What's wrong?
Gravedigger: We are in The Rupp Arena and what do I see? Some bonehead is holding up a sign that says... KENTUCKY WILDCATS 40-0. We know HOW that ended up. HAHAHAHA!!
Zach Davis: What now?!
Gravedigger: Catch that next to him. He's giving him the stink eye. And get this, he's wearing an 40- OOOOOHHH shirt!! OH Hell!! The one guy just pushed.... NOW THEY'RE FIGHTING!! Here comes security!!! Popcorn flying!! Everyone around them I soaked with beer. With the security there, they are STILL fighting....
The atmosphere is explosive as some of the crowd is cheering. The very familiar sounds of blaring guitars begins to play. That's when explosive boos are heard. 13 seconds after the beginning guitars, the high hats being. Seven seconds later the drums begin. Strobe lights begin to flash. The music continues to thump, two spotlights hit the stage. Some of the crowd continues to thrash and dance to the music, as pyro shoots straight up on the stage and down the entrance ramp. Oblivion slowly slinks out and The Rupp Arena shakes with the mixture of thunderous boos and electro cheers.
Zach Davis: Oblivion sure knows how to get an reaction out of these people.
Gravedigger: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THESE PEOPLE"?!?
Zach Davis: This crowd, you know...
Gravedigger: No!! I don't know. What do YOU mean THESE PEOPLE. Are they like BENEATH you or something?!
Zach Davis: No!! Wait.. What?! No, this crowd has a mixed reaction when it comes to The Monster Oblivion.
Twelve muscular individuals, wearing leather armor are standing six on one aids, if the stage and the other six are standing on the other side, of the stage. They have spears in there right hands.
As Oblivion begins to walk towards the ramp, the twelve individuals slam down the end of their spears, each time they roar out. Oblivion walks down the ramp and passes by a standing cameraman. The Monster sneers as IT walks past. Oblivion walks around the ring before jumping onto the ring. Standing with IT's back against the ropes, Oblivion, with arms extended out, roars out. The Monster enters the ring. Oblivion walks to a nearby corner when...
"Nobody" by Skyndred start to play. That stops Oblivion in IT's tracks, looking, tilting IT's head to the aide staring, with complete sustain towards the entrance ramp. Strobe lights begin to flash as the crowd cheers wildly. Smoke begins to spew out onto the stage. Waylon Cash bursts through, dancing to the music. He reaches out and touches the hands, of the fans. Waylon takes his time dancing down the ramp.
Zach Davis: This Hellbilly surely knows.how to interact with these fans.
Kyle Steel: Hailing from Macon, Georgia... He stand six feet five inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is The Hellbilly... WAAAAYLOOOON CAAAASH!!
Waylon sprints the last few feet and slides under the bottom rope. Cash pops up to his feet and snarl-smiles at Oblivion before running to the corner. Waylon Cash throws his fists into the Air...
Oblivion nails The Hellbilly on the back with a sledgehammer fists. Waylon Cash collapses down to them at, in to which The Monster proceeds to stomp a mudhole into Waylon Cash.
WCF Senior Referee Stanley Moser tries to break up the action. The crowd reacts...
Crowd: FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!! FIGHT!!
Zach Davis: The referee has not even had the match begun yet.
After stomping onto The Hellbilly, Oblivion is pushed back by the referee.
Stanley Moser: Ring that bell!!
Oblivion charges at Waylon Cash pounding down him with thunderous fists.
Zach Davis: The Monster is extra aggressive tonight!
The referee pushes back Oblivion
Stanley Moser: Ring that damn bell!!
Oblivion charges at Waylon Cash....
Freddy Whoa: Waylon Cash nails Oblivion with an inverted atomic drop.
Waylon Cash bounces off the ropes and charges towards a wobbly Oblivion...
Gravedigger: Running high knee!!!
Oblivion staggers back. Cash charges at Oblivion...
Zach Davis: Armdrag by Oblivion
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!!
Waylon Cash gets up an charges at Oblivion...
Zach Davis: Another arm srga from Oblivion.
Freddy Whoa: A scoop slam from Tge Monster....
Gravedigger: An elbow drop attempt and Waylon Cash moves out of the way.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash moved again out of the way.
The Hellbilly quickly stands up as well does Oblivion. Waylon Cash springboards off the ropes...
Gravedigger: Springboard forearm on Oblivion!
Both The Mobster and The Hellbilly quickly stand up and charge each other...
The Rupp Arena erupts as both competitors wail into one another with massive punches.
Oblivion nails Cash with an European Uppercut. Cash staggers back and runs over dropkicking the knees of Oblivion.
Gravedigger: Oblivion drops to the mat.
Oblivion gets to one knee as the Macon, Georgia resident charges The Monster...
Zach Davis: RUNNING KNEE TO THE FACE!!
Waylon Cash runs over to the ropes, leaves the ring, but stands on the ring apron.
Zach Davis: What's gonna happen?! Waylon. Cash is ready to pounce as Oblivion gets to IT's feet!!
Cash springboards off the top top and flies towards Oblivion...
The crowd explodes with cheers and boos.
Gravedigger: Oblivion caught Waylon Cash off guard with a two handed chokeslam. OBLIVION WITH A PIN ATTEMPT!!
Crowd: THREEEEE.... NOOOOOO!!!
Oblivion looks completely shocked. The Monster picks up IT's opponent
Oblivion hits a low kick to the abdomen of Waylon Cash, immediately followed up with another European uppercut, then an spinning back hand fist.
The last hit makes Waylon Cash very angry, stomps Oblivion mid-section before nailing Oblivion with a double arm ddt.
Gravedigger: Oblivion gets picked up Waylon Cash. Oblivion I tossed into ropes.
Freddy Whoa: Oblivion bounces off the ropes. Waylon Cash misses with a clothesline attempt.
Oblivion bounces off the ropes leapfrogs over a leaning Hellbilly, who was attempting a back body drop. Oblivion bounces off the ropes....
Zach Davis: SPEAR!!! SPEAR!!
Cash gets knocked out of the ring. Immediately, The Monster gets to a corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Gravedigger: The 747 Oblivion is ready to take off!!
Waylon Cash slowly stands up as Oblivion flies off the top turnbuckle....
Zach Davis: As The Monster was flying down towards Waylon Cash, who stands up and barely... BARELY catches a glimpse of Oblivion, nails The Monster with a clobbering fist to the gut if Oblivion.
Oblivion flips over from the momentum. Cash pucks up Oblivion and shoves him into the security barrier.
Oblivion nails IT's opponent with a kick to the gut.
Waylon Cash returns the favor...
Freddy Whoa: Waylon Cash follows that front kick with a devastating snap ddt.
Gravedigger: The both of them are very close to the end of the entrance ramp.
Cash grabs Oblivion and whips him towards the steps....
Gravedigger: Oblivion reverses the Irish whip with one of IT's own...
Freddy Whoa: Waylon Cash hits hard against the steel steps!!
Oblivion charges at a steel step leaning Waylon Cash...
Gravedigger: Waylon Cash was playing opossum. Oblivion got close enough for The Hellbilly to drop toe hold The Monster face first... RIGHT INTO THE STEEL STEPS!!
Oblivion turns around...
Zach Davis: MOONSHINE MIGRAINE SUPERKICK!!!
Oblivion stumbles back falls over the steel steps.
Gravedigger: The eyes of Waylon Cash got REAL big!!!
Cash flush towards the steps and jumps off the steps, towards a down Iblivion.
Freddy Whoa: The Monster gets up...
Zach Davis: Oblivion just caught Waylon Cash.
The Monster catches Cash for a micro-second before tossing The Hellbilly in the sir catching him, slamming Cash on the ringside mats with a sit down powerbomb.
Gravedigger: That was devastating!! But, we know Waylon Cash...
Oblivion grabs to pick up Waylon Cash...
Freddy Whoa: JAPANESE ARM DRAG!!
Oblivion charges Waylon Cash...
Zach Davis: SIT OUT NECKBREAKER!!
Gravedigger: Waylon has this match under control as he rolls Oblivion in the ring.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash goes for the pin....
The crowd : THREEEEE....NOOOOOO!!!
Cash grabs Oblivion.....
Freddy Whoa: Crucifix pin!!
Cash stands up and walks over to Oblivion...
Gravedigger: CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!
Waylon Cash collapsed backwards and out of the ring. Cash quickly recovers and gets back up to the ring apron...
Oblivion approaches Waylon Cash, who connects with a forearm on The Monster, who stumbles back.
Zach Davis: Waylon Cash jumps up on the top ring rope and springboards off and nails Oblivion with flying crossbody!!
As Oblivion gets to one knee, Cash flies over and nails The Monster with a running knee.
Zach Davis: Oblivion collapses and The Hellbilly climbs up to the top turnbuckle.
Cash flies off and lands on the mid-section of Oblivion with a flying double boot stomp.
Gravedigger: THE BULL BREAKER!!!
Quickly Waylon Cash grabs Oblivion...
Zach Davis: KILLSHOT DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BRAINBUSTER!!!
Cash makes a cover over Oblivion...
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... The Hellbilly Waaaaaylon Caaaaash!!!
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain. The crowd cheers as he accepts the praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and meditates until it’s time to get up and ready to fight.
The lights flicker to black and the opening chords of Angelo Badalamenti's "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights just beyond the entrance. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune clears the curtain and emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert... weighing in at 276 pounds... DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides into the ring and is quick to his feet. He walks around the inner-perimeter, testing the ropes and stretching a bit, then he makes his way to the center. He grabs the collar of his tactical vest with both hands and looks out into the crowd as each corner-post issues a final hiss of smoke before the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his vest and dropping it outside the ring.
Gravedigger: I don't even know what to make of Gemini Battle right now. Or Livewire, or Grayson Pierce, or... Whatever we're calling him!
Zach Davis: Well, we could be calling him Number One Contender if he manages to beat Dune here tonight.
The bell sounds and something inside Battle's brain clicks, allowing him to focus as he stares down Dune. Dune hands off the WCF World Heavyweight Championship and turns towards Battle, seeing the fire in his eyes, and nods. Both men hop around the ring a few paces before tieing up.
Freddy Whoa: Here we go! Big fight feel to this match here tonight.
Dune gains the upper hand, getting Battle into a headlock. Battle shoves him away and into the ropes. Dune bounces back and as he comes back Battle Shoulderblocks him, sending him to the mat. Gemini quickly drops an elbow but Dune rolls away. Dune goes for an elbow of his own but Gemini rolls away from that. As Gemini gets back to his feet Dune fires off a stiff Superkick, but Battle rolls away from it and in one fluid motion Springboards, coming back at Dune with an Arm Drag. Dune is sent flying half way across the ring and gets back to his feet, realizing he's dealing with a motivated Gemini Battle. He nods and paces a few steps again, as does Battle. The fans applaud their effort.
Gravedigger: The fans appreciative of both men at this point in the match. Good effort from both sides.
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle may be having a bit of an identity crisis, but he knows what he has to do and what a victory against Dune could mean for his career, especially going into War.
The two men slowly work towards each other and are about to tie up.. and engage in a test of strength. Dune gets the early advantage, pushing Gemini Battle down. But Gemini Battle is able to summon the strength to fight back against Dune, pushing him back to a neutral position.
Crowd: LET'S GO DU-UNE.
Crowd: LET'S GO DU-UNE.
The two battle back and forth for a few moments before Gemini Battle starts pushing Dune down. Dune breaks the test and headbutts Gemini, sending him reeling a few steps back. Gemini roars back towards Dune and goes for a Spear but Dune leapfrogs it! Both men turn around and Gemini runs at Dune again. Dune lifts Gemini up and onto his shoulders... and drops him with a Death Valley Driver!
Freddy Whoa: First big move of the match! Death Valley Driver to Gemini Battle!
Dune drops down and pins him.
No!, Gemini Battle kicks out.
Zach Davis: No one is going to go down that easily tonight.
Gravedigger: Except Shannan!
Zach Davis: Uh, Gravedigger, you're a few years behind on that joke, but okay.
Dune quickly shifts into a Cloverleaf Submission, but no!, before he has it applied Battle kicks him away. Dune charges back at Battle but Gemini rolls him up!
NO!, Dune breaks free! Both men to their feet!
Freddy Whoa: We almost had a new Champion!
Gravedigger: Uh, Freddy? This is a non-Title match.
Freddy Whoa: Sorry! I got caught up!
Dune is a bit caught off guard which allows Gemini Battle to rake his eyes unexpectedly. The fans actually cheer this as Gemini Battle follows up with a Bodyslam. Dune gets back up, slightly incredulous, only for Battle to hit him with a Knife Edge Chop. Dune's face contorts with pain as he stumbles away and Battle quickly grabs him, turning him back and executing a Snapmare Suplex! He then quickly climbs up top.
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle, going high risk!
Into the pin.
NO!, Dune kicks out!
Freddy Whoa: Dune may be the World Champion, he's the best of the best, but Gemini Battle is making him prove that here tonight.
Zach Davis: There is no such thing as "best of the best," Freddy. Dune is good, but he's not unbeatable. Gemini Battle is looking to establish that.
Dune rolls out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Smart Champion, taking his time. He needs this match to be on his terms, his pace. And-
Gemini Battle flies out with a Suicide Dive over the top rope!
Battle gets back to his feet as the fans cheer him and quickly rolls Dune into the ring. He pins him once again.
NO!, Dune kicks out.
Gravedigger: He IS the World Champion for a reason, guys. Gemini Battle may have had quite a bit of success but he hasn't been to the top of the mountain. Not like Dune has.
Dune goes to roll out of the ring again but Gemini stops him, grabbing him by the leg. Dune kicks Gemini off and Gemini runs at him. Dune is prepared, though, and lifts Gemini up, tossing him right over the top and throwing him out of the ring!
Zach Davis: What strength!
Dune quickly exits and throws Gemini Battle into the ring steps, which Gemini crashes into with a thud. He stumbles back up and Dune runs at him and Clotheslines him down. Battle gets right back up and this time Dune throws him into the guardrail. Battle hits it and clutches his back before Dune runs at him and Clotheslines him over the guardrail and into the fans!
Freddy Whoa: We've had enough shenanigans tonight!, come on Dune, get back in the ring!
Dune climbs over the guardrail and brawls with Gemini amongst the fans!
Crowd: WCF! WCF! WCF!
After a few stiff strikes, Dune throws Battle back over the guardrail and back into the ringside area. Battle stumbles up, still fighting, as Dune climbs back over the guardrail. Gemini is dazed as Dune grabs his throat.
Gravedigger: Oh boy. On the outside?
Zach Davis: CHOKESLAM!
Gemini Battle is driven into the ground on the outside of the ring! Dune grins as he picks him up and slides him back into the ring. He slides in after him and pins, hooking the leg.
NO! BATTLE KICKS OUT!
Crowd: GEM-IN-I! GEM-IN-I! GEM-IN-I!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle kicks out! I don't believe it, there is life still left after that Chokeslam!
Dune shakes his head and backs off, waiting for Battle to get to his feet. Once Battle is up Dune readies himself as he turns...
Zach Davis: DUST DEVIL!
NO! BATTLE DUCKS AWAY!
Gravedigger: GOD'S PARADOX!
NO!, as soon as Gemini gets the eyes Dune throws his elbows backwards right into his face. Dune spins Gemini around and kicks him in the gut before hooking him.
Freddy Whoa: SANDSTORM. DUNE HITS IT.
Dune drops down and pins Gemini Battle.
Zach Davis: Boom, there it is. Another win for the World Champion.
Dune's music hits as he gets to his feet. The ref hands him the World Title which he raises briefly before seeing that Gemini Battle is coming to. He quickly exits the ring.
Gravedigger: World class showing from Gemini Battle though. You've got to wonder how this match would've gone if Battle was at his best!
Dune backpeddles up the ramp and as he's midway he raises the belt high in the air once again.
Freddy Whoa: We're going into War, guys. Dune HAS to be at his best, because if he's not, well... he could kiss that Title goodbye.
Dune fades behind the curtain.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the WCF United States Championship!
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, with his wife at his side. His eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by the Demoness. Hailing from the Orange County, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs. He is the reigning United States Champion. The Plaaaague, David Sanchez.
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez pauses, receiving the traditional good luck kiss on his cheek from Lady Knives and then slides under the bottom ropes before he leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
Zach Davis: Love him or hate him, David Sanchez is a force to be reckoned with here in the WCF.
Gravedigger: I personally can't get enough of this guy. He's vicious, he's violent, and he's got great taste in women.
Freddy Whoa: I'm more a fan of Jay Omega, myself.
Gravedigger: That's because he bribes you to like him.
Freddy Whoa: And boy does it work!
"Over and Under" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system and green lights strobe in random places throughout the crowd in time with the guitar. A thin layer of fog floats across the stage, and Jay Omega struts out to the top of the ramp.
Kyle Steel: And introducing the challenger; making his way to the ring from the Imperial Isle of Maritopia... JAY OMEGA!
Omega stands on the stage for a moment with his arms spread and a cocky smirk on his face, then casually makes his way down the ramp, crossing back and forth to slap hands with fans. At ringside Jay hops up onto the apron, then vaults over the ropes before crossing the ring and climbing up to the second turnbuckle. Omega poses for the crowd amidst a flickering strobe effect from thousands of cameraphone flashbulbs, then drops down and leans back into the corner to await the bell.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega has had very little to say to or about David Sanchez this past week, though that hasn't stopped David from running his mouth over Twitter.
Zach Davis: That's true, Omega's cohorts in Pantheon have said more about this particular match than Jay has. But based on what David has had to say, this is going to be your kind of ugly, Gravedigger.
Gravedigger: Hold on, what's that supposed to mean? You calling me ugly, pencil neck?
(DING! DING! DING!)
Both men come together in the middle of the ring, David looking for a classic collar and elbow tie up. Omega sidesteps at the last second, pushing Sanchez's hands away, and drives a knee up into the champion's breadbasket. Jay snaps off an elbow strike to the base of the skull as a follow up, which creates some space between the two. David gets over his surprise quickly and takes Omega to the mat with a double leg takedown. Sanchez rains blows down at Jay's torso, but Omega quickly takes control by jabbing his stiffened fingers into David's throat. The Omega Man rolls the two of them over, and drives a measured elbow into the champion's forehead, then a second one. As he winds back for a third, Sanchez manages a stiff shot to the shortribs, and reverses the positioning again. David regains his feet and begins to pull Jay up, only to have Omega throw off the clutch, and blast Sanchez in the face with a solid right hook.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Did you hear that?
Zach Davis: I did indeed! Even over this capacity crowd! What a shot from The Omega Man!
Gravedigger: Somebody check his hand; Omega's so fragile that might have broken his wrist. Then he'll have to take another three months off.
David blocks an incoming left knee, Jay connects with a left jab. Sanchez throws a right of his own, but Omega blocks it, grabs the wrist and ducks under the arm, wringing it. The champion rolls through, and uses the momentum to pull Jay in for an armdrag. Omega rolls with the landing, bounds to his feet, and hits the ropes while Sanchez stands back up. Jay takes to the air for a Busaiku knee attack, which David manages to mostly avoid; his shoulder taking some of the impact rather than his face. Omega starts to rise, and the champion latches on with a front facelock before he makes it fully to his feet. Sanchez starts driving his knee up into The Omega Man's ribs until Jay manages to block one, then tosses David head over heels with a release Northern Lights suplex. Omega rolls to one knee by the ropes, clutching his ribs and catching his breath, while Sanchez gets to his feet and charges at Jay. The Omega Man catches the champion with a back body drop over the ropes, but David manages to snag the top one and save himself from a long fall.
Zach Davis: Great reflexes from the champion there, saving himself from a--OH!
Freddy Whoa: Right in the mouth!
Omega drives a back elbow hard into Sanchez's jaw, dazing him. Jay then runs up the nearest turnbuckle and leaps out of the ring with a diving clothesline on David. The Omega Man's outstretched arm catches the champion across the face on the way down, and Jay lands on his feet on the arena floor. Sanchez is not so lucky, as he lands back-first on the edge of the ring apron. David falls to the floor while Omega slides back into the ring. Sanchez slowly climbs to his feet with the help of the announce table, while inside the ring, Jay rebounds off the far ropes, and comes barreling toward the champion. The Omega Man vaults over the top rope, but David's instincts are finely honed, and he reacts fast enough to catch Omega out of mid-air with a spinebuster that plants Jay through the announce table.
Gravedigger: I'm glad I was holding my mug when that happened.
Freddy Whoa: I'm glad we have, like, a dozen of these tables.
Zach Davis: I'm glad I'm not Jay Omega; that had to hurt like crazy!
Sanchez drags Jay up and rolls him into the ring, then follows in after. David takes a moment to look around at the mass of screaming fans, when Omega takes his feet out from under him with a drop toe hold. The Omega Man quickly takes hold of the champion's lower leg, and applies an ankle lock with all his might. Sanchez thrashes a little, but he's close enough to the ropes that he manages to force a break. Jay drops the hold, but doesn't allow David time to recover, as he lays in a few stomps on the downed man. The ref interjects himself between the two, physically forcing Omega back. The official thus distracted, Lady Knives creeps around the ring, and passes her husband some sort of foreign object which he conceals in his hand. Sanchez pulls himself fully to his feet as Jay pushes past the ref, and David clocks him with his loaded fist. Omega staggers back in a daze but doesn't go down, so Sanchez charges at him with a second, more powerful punch that brings them both to the mat.
Zach Davis: David Sanchez using some kind of concealed weapon there, but I don't think the referee saw him toss it out of the ring. This is a travesty!
Gravedigger: Do you hear yourself? Who talks like that?
Freddy Whoa: You know, I've always felt the same way.
Gravedigger: Don't agree with me, it makes me want to change my opinions.
Sanchez regains his feet, and pulls Jay's limp form up with him. With a firm grip on Omega's jersey, David hits a trio of short elbow strikes to the face, then whips Jay into the corner. Sanchez follows him in, and nails a lariat that takes The Omega Man off his feet. Jay hits the mat and rolls under the bottom rope seeking a respite, but the champion isn't about to allow it. David follows Omega down to the floor and grabs him with a rear waistlock. Jay has a moment of startled realization, before he gets hoisted up and over, and dumped on the back of his head with a German suplex. Sanchez drags him up to a vertical base again, then slams Omega's masked face off the ring apron. The champion grabs a fistful of Jay's hair and walks him toward the ringpost, but a back elbow breaks David's grip. Undaunted, Sanchez throws a quick pair of kicks at The Omega Man's gut, then whips him into the ringpost anyway. Jay avoids making contact with his head, but the impact to his shoulder spins him about, and he then takes a boot to the gut from the champion, which sets him up for a butterfly suplex into the security barricade.
Zach Davis: That's the kind of vicious action the fans have come to expect from the Plague, David Sanchez.
Gravedigger: I know, right? This guy's even better than Torture!
Freddy Whoa: Tomorrow is Bad Joke Monday, Digger.
Firmly in control, David drags Omega to unsteady feet, and hits a European uppercut that leaves Jay bent back over the security rail. Sanchez takes The Omega Man by the head again, aiming to smash his skull on the apron, but Jay comes to his senses and knocks the champion's hand away. David fires off a straight left that does more to bring Omega around than put him down, followed by a right cross which Jay blocks. The Omega Man quickly slips under and behind, hooking Sanchez in a pumphandle hold. Omega lifts, but David wriggles out of danger, reversing Ride the Lightning into a single knee facebreaker. Jay reels back and collapses against the rings steps, while Sanchez measures him for a moment, then rushes in; intent on crushing Omega's head between his boot and the steps. Jay saves himself, though unintentionally, as he slumps further over to lay flat against the floor. David stops himself disgustedly, then just drives a kick into The Omega Man's ribs.
Zach Davis: This has devolved from a wrestling match into a vicious assault.
Gravedigger: Yeah, ain't it great?
Freddy Whoa: Sure, if your name is David Sanchez. Not so much for Jay Omega.
Gravedigger: Yeah, but screw him.
Sanchez climbs to his feet, drags Omega up again, and rolls him into the ring. David slides in behind him, and tiredly makes a cover.
Zach Davis: A near fall there, but The Omega Man is a stubborn fighter.
Gravedigger: He's a piece of sh--
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Sanchez with a hard elbow shot as he breaks the cover!
Both combatants wearily climb to their feet, and David snaps off a roundhouse kick to the softened ribs that causes The Omega Man to crumple to the mat gasping for breath. Sanchez rolls him onto his back and hooks the far leg.
Zach Davis: Omega somehow gets the shoulder up! I can't believe this match isn't over!
Gravedigger: I know; I can't believe Sanchez hasn't put him out of my misery already.
Freddy Whoa: And I can't believe that you actually endorse someone like David Sanchez.
Gravedigger: What can I say? I know what I like, and I like what I see.
Jay and David both climb back to shaky feet, and meet in the middle of the ring to begin trading blows. Sanchez takes the upper hand, and backs Omega into the corner, then fires him across the ring, and chases after. The champion's aggressiveness works against him though, as The Omega Man runs up the turnbuckles, and leaps off with a corkscrew moonsault that lands him on David's shoulders. In a flash, Jay hurricanranas Sanchez over, and hooks both ankles.
David manages to buck free, and Omega flies forward, accidentally headbutting the referee. The champion seems to find a second wind as he pushes himself quickly to his feet, while Jay assumes a Muay Thai stance and faces Sanchez. Both men slowly circle, each tensing and twitching; testing the other's reflexes. Suddenly the tension breaks, and Omega surges forward with a lariat. David dodges to the side, and slaps on a standing rear naked choke. The Omega Man throws a string of back elbows at the champion's ribs, forcing him to release the hold, then Jay spins around looking for a roundhouse kick of his own. Sanchez steps in and takes the kick to his ribs, but also traps Omega's leg in an iron grip.
Zach Davis: This could be bad news for Omega; that leg has been injured several times already..
The champion takes Jay down with a Dragon Screw, and grabs hold of both his legs, trying to apply the Eighth Deadly Sin. Omega has the move well scouted, though, and writhes about; refusing to let Sanchez lock it in. In frustration, David drops Jay's legs, and stomps on his face, causing Omega to go still. Not taking the chance his opponent could be playing possum, the champion muscles Jay up to his feet, and drives him back to the mat with the Tramadol Nights brainbuster. Certain his foe isn't going anywhere now, David staggers to the corner and waits.
Freddy Whoa: I think David is looking to finish this one with an exclamation point.
The Omega Man slowly pushes himself to his feet, facing away from Sanchez. As Jay turns around, David explodes out of the corner; his foot coming up high as he looks for Medusa's Touch. The Omega Man drops to one knee and drives a fist square into Sanchez's crotch. David drops to his knees clutching his giggleberries, and looks up just in time to take a Buzzsaw kick to the temple. Relentless, Omega follows that up with a knee drop to the forehead. David rolls away and staggers to his feet, still a little tender from the blatant low blow. The Omega Man gives him no time to recover though, and backs Sanchez into the corner with a rapid-fire series of Shotei palm strikes to the head and upper torso. David minimizes the damage he absorbs as best he can, even fires back a few return shots of his own, but with no room to maneuver and still suffering from the punch to his lap rocket, the onslaught proves too much and leaves him sitting slumped against the turnbuckle when Omega finally backs off.
Gravedigger: You were right, Zach; this IS my kind of ugly!
Sanchez pushes himself out of the corner on unsteady feet, stubbornly holding on to consciousness, only to receive a superkick that drives him back in. Jay drags David out along the ropes, and fires him across the ring, timing his movements to match. Omega springs into motion and leaps into the air, spinning a full 540 degrees before lashing out with his foot, which meets the head of the rebounding Sanchez in the middle of the ring. David drops like a rock, but rather than cover him, Jay slips out of the ring and grabs the U.S. title belt from the timekeeper. Omega then rolls back into the ring and stands over the immobile champion, his gaze alternating between the belt and Sanchez. Jay reaches down and wraps the championship around David's waist, then rolls him over onto his stomach to do it up. He then flips Sanchez over again, then again, and keeps going until he pushes the champion completely out of the ring with his title.
Gravedigger: Well this looks familiar.
Zach Davis: That it does; we saw Jay Omega do this the last time he challenged for the United States Championship.
Gravedigger: So he hasn't gotten any smarter, it seems.
Omega stalks over to the referee who is just now regaining his senses, and points over at David laying on the outside, loudly demanding that the official start counting him out. The zebra takes a moment to clear his head and collect himself, then does as he's told.
Gravedigger: So why did he even take this challenge if he didn't want to win the title?
Freddy Whoa: I don't know. Maybe he just wanted a good fight?
Gravedigger: See, THAT I can understand.
Sanchez begins to stir on the outside, and slowly rolls onto his stomach.
David weakly pushes himself up to his hands and knees, and grabs onto the apron for support. Jay hits the ropes on the opposite side to gain momentum.
Sanchez pushes himself up to his feet and turns to roll into the ring; Omega drops into a baseball slide kick, but David dodges and rolls under the ropes at literally the last second. Pissed off at Jay's chicanery, Sanchez unstraps the belt around his waist and dives forward as The Omega Man climbs to his feet.
(DING! DING! DING!)
Zach Davis: David Sanchez has just gotten himself disqualified, using the title belt as a weapon.
Gravedigger: That's good strategy right there. A true champion will do whatever it takes to keep his title.
Freddy Whoa: I'm pretty sure a true champion would win cleanly.
Gravedigger: Let's see, how many titles have you held? A hell of a lot less than I have. So I think I know more about how to be a champion than you do.
Not finished with the assault, David clocks Omega with the belt again, then mounts him and begins driving his fist into Jay's face over and over to a chorus of boos from the crowd. The referee tries to pull Sanchez away, but the Demoness slips into the ring behind him, and drops the official with a low blow. The crowd's reaction changes in an instant; a loud cheer rises up as Jeff Purse and Alex Richards run out from the back, and charge down to the ring. Samm leaps on Jeff as he slides into the ring, clawing at his face with a demented grin on her own. Richards knocks David off Omega with a stiff kick, but the Plague rolls to his feet and hits Alex with the Medusa's Touch out of nowhere. The Archduke of Mass Confusion sags against the ropes for but a moment, then shakes it off and goes back on the attack. Now free and somewhat aware, Omega shoves Lady Knives off Purse and kneels beside him. Richards and Sanchez begin to trade blows, but officials and security swarm the ring, separating everybody. Samm grabs the United States Championship on her way out of the ring, and "Out of the Black" plays again as the Sanchez couple walk backward up the ramp.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF Television Title!
The lights go low and a shimmering-water like projection is cast upon the stage. The first notes of the “Jaws Theme” begin as the Titantron lights up with grainy, black and white footage of a shark swimming towards a panicked swimmer. The theme continues to speed and build, the shark getting closer as the swimmer’s face turns to a look of horror! Just as the beast is about to take the hapless man in his jaws, the music crescendos, the lights go out, and “Hot One” by Shudder to Think hits the P.A.
Freddy Whoa: There is only one word for it, Bad Blood. Teo has been extremely vocal about his disgust towards Beach Krew, and Tiburones even more so about his disrespect of Teo!
Zach Davis: You know you’d think Tiburones would be more respectful of the Television Champion, if only because Teo held his own last week.
The curtain bursts open as the 6’1 form of Los Tiburones strides out, a flowing crushed blue velvet cape with faux-ermine lining and emblazoned with sea shells and fake sapphires. The Titantron video is filled with Windows 95-esque graphics of rolling waves, palm trees, and dolphins with the flashing clip-art words “LOS TIBURONES” and several poor quality gifs of sharks atop marble columns flanking the words.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from La Jolla, California, weighing in at 235 lbs…. Los! Tiburones!
Gravedigger: Respect? After what Teo pulled earlier tonight? I’d be surprised if Tiburones can keep from tearing Teo’s head off!
Getting his king walk on, Los Tiburones swaggers down to the ring. Occasionally stops to pretend to slap the hand of a fan but pulls that whole idiot “SIKE” slick-hair-back thing. The exception lies in female fans: he gladly stops to take selfies with them. Perhaps too many, dragging his entrance on. Upon finally reaching the ring, he removes the cape and mantle, sliding in and running straight to the ring post. After pulling himself up, he tosses his arms in the air to a hail of boos, his nose in the air and an undoubted smug smirk on his lips hidden by the mask. He gives the crowd the finger then dismounts, chortling to himself as he leans back in his corner.
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 Television champion holds the title high over his head, and bows to the roaring crowd.
Zach Davis: There he is, the man who WCF fans call Mr. Sunshine! You know, you would be forgiven picking against Teo every week, but he’s made a habit lately of defying the odds!
Gravedigger: I gotta admit, I don’t hate the guy. At least he’s not a Kentucky Fan.
Freddy Whoa: Gravedigger, we talked about this-
Gravedigger: Shut up, Freddy.
The audience goes wild as he points toward the ring 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.
(DING DING DING!)
Teo and Tiburones stand across the ring from each other and begin circling, far less tentative than their first encounter. Tiburones is the first to move and runs towards Teo with his fist pulled back, but Teo quickly dodges underneath the blow, ducking behind Tiburones, Tiburones spins around but Teo connects with a roundhouse to the midsection, the blow lifting Tiburones momentarily off the ground!
Freddy Whoa: OOOOoooh, did you hear that smack?
Zach Davis: Teo is not messing around this week!
Tiburones doubles over in pain and Teo runs towards the ropes, jumping and rebounding into a slingshot body press!
But no! Tiburones catches him in mid-air and hurls him over with a powerslam! Teo thuds against the canvas, the momentum from the slingshot making him hit the ground even harder! Teo rolls towards the apron, hanging onto the bottom rope as Tiburones gingerly holds his midsection, trying to regain some of the air that was knocked out of him. As he recovers, the look of pain slowly becomes a look of anger, and he gets to his feet, approaching Teo and grabbing him by the head.
But Teo suddenly comes back to life, swinging his leg up to kick Tiburones in the head! Tiburones stumbles backwards, stunned by the blow!
Zach Davis: Teo playing possum! And he catches Tiburones with another hard kick!
Teo quickly pulls himself to his feet, and grabs to the top rope, launching over with a rolling senton over the top rope! The move takes Tiburones off of his feet as the two men’s bodies collide!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Did you see that Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: I felt that! Man, something has gotten into Teo this week!
Teo rolls to his feet and looks over his prone opponent, turning towards the crowd, who are all on their feet. He grins and points at Tiburones, holding his hand to his ear as the audience begin chanting. Teo takes a few steps back and rolls forward in a somersault before jumping into the air to connect with a rolling Thunder!
But no! Tiburones lifts his knees up and Teo smacks against them back first! Before he can recover though, Tiburones stretches the luchador over his knees in a backbreaking hold! Teo cries out in pain!
Zach Davis: And a brilliant reversal now from Tiburones! Don’t forget guys, he had Teo’s back hurt in last week’s encounter!
Tiburones applies even more pressure, stretching the luchador to his breaking point! Teo is trapped, unable to do anything, but he arches his back, bridging slowly! He pries at Tiburones’s hands around his neck and manages to break the grip! He pulls himself up to his feet as Tiburones sits up, but Teo turns and delivers a hard roundhouse to the jaw!
Freddy Whoa: Buzzsaw kick to the prone Tiburones! He may be out!
Teo quickly rolls over and covers Tiburones!
No! Tiburones kicks out as Teo looks down at his opponent in frustration. He looks towards the audience, who have reached a fever pitch, and he smiles, rolling towards the turnbuckle! He slowly climbs up to the top rope and looks down at Tiburones, grinning. But the audience suddenly starts booing, catching his attention, at the top of the ramp, Andre Aquarius and Sandy Coconutz, two of Beach Krew’s finest, are slowly making their way to the ring. Teo turns towards them, gesturing angrily.
Freddy Whoa: Oh come on, what are they doing here?
Gravedigger: They’re just here to offer emotional support, I love that kind of team spirit!
Suddenly Tiburones grabs Teo while he is distracted! He grabs from behind in a Crucifix powerbomb! Teo slams down into the mat with a thud and Tiburones turns, offering a thumbs-up to his compatriots, who begin clapping as they arrive at ringside. Tiburones turns his attention once more to Teo, who has struggled to recover, and stomps on the back of his head! Teo rolls over, wincing in pain, and Tiburones grins. He makes a vulgar gesture and turns and jumps on Teo with a hard leg drop!
Zach Davis: Now that is just uncalled for!
Gravedigger: Seth is gonna have to bribe another censor it seems.
Tiburones turns and runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and hurling himself into a running Senton! Teo gasps as the wind is knocked out of him, and Beach Krew can be heard cheering at ringside. Tiburones turns and rolls out of the ring, and Andre produces a water bottle while Sandy rubs his shoulders. Tiburones grins as the ref goes to check on Teo.
Gravedigger: See? You’ll never see support like this in football! You see that Kentucky Wildcats? This is how you craft a winning team!
Freddy Whoa: What are you talking about, Digger?
Gravedigger: Undefeated my ass! You lousy stinking-
Zach Davis: Don’t forget, this is no count-outs! Tiburones can stay out there as long as he wants!
Sufficiently refreshed, Tiburones rolls back under the ropes, grabbing Teo by the mask, and lifts him high in the air with a suplex! He holds Teo suspended in the air as the audience boos, then drops him down with a hard smack! The audience calls out “Ooooh” as Teo rolls helplessly towards the bottom rope. Sandy approaches him from the outside, taunting him loudly, prompting the referee to come and warn her not to interfere!
But while the referee is distracted, Tiburones latches on with an illegal chokehold! Teo kicks helplessly, but the ref fails to notice because of Sandy! Teo begins struggling less and less as Tiburones finally releases the hold and runs across the ring, bouncing off the ropes into a baseball slide!
But no! Teo grabs the middle rope at the last second!! He pulls himself to his feet as Tiburones’s legs slide uselessly under the ropes, then launches himself over the top rope into a slingshot elbow drop!
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Teo with a miraculous save!
Tiburones gasps as Teo rolls into the center of the ring, trying to recover.
Crowd: Teo! Teo! Teo! Teo!
He manages to get to his feet at the same time as Tiburones, but Tiburones runs at him with a lariat!
But Teo ducks it! Tiburones runs across the ring and bounces off the ropes, and Teo grabs him into a running bulldog! The momentum causes Tiburones to collide headfirst! Instead of going for the pinfall, Teo turns and points towards the top rope as the audience explodes!
Freddy Whoa: I think Teo is thinking Habanero High Dive, Zach!
Gravedigger: Receiver is supposed to be the guy catching the ball, but you guys seem to think that-
Teo jumps to the apron and grabs the top rope, gesturing towards the crowd as they all explode! He leans back, preparing to launch himself…
But Andre Aquarius jumps onto the apron! He rushes towards Teo, but Teo ducks and picks him up with a back body drop, hurling him down to the floor! The Referee goes to check on the mayhem as the audience roars, and Teo turns towards the prone Tiburones and launches himself in the air with the Habanero High Dive!
But Sandy is on the other side of the ring, and is holding the Television title! While the referee is distracted by Andre and Teo is still in midair, Sandy slides the belt under the ropes and into the ring, and Teo manages to hit the Habanero High dive, but is unable to stop himself from coming down face first onto it! He rolls over, barely conscious as Tiburones uses his last bit of strength to shove the belt towards the apron, where Sandy quickly returns it to the timekeeper’s table!
Zach Davis: Oh come on! Teo had this match won and then Beach Krew comes and tries to steal it away!
Freddy Whoa: But I think their plan may have backfired, I don’t think Tiburones can get up either!
The referee turns towards the two prone men and, left with no other option, begins a count!
Freddy Whoa: I don’t think either man is going to be able to make it to his feet!
Zach Davis: Are we going to have another draw, guys?
Tiburones puts his hands on the ropes as Teo slowly begins pulling himself up
Gravedigger: Give me five minutes alone with that coach, I’ll tear him a-
Both men are on their knees, trying desperately to make it to their feet!
Zach Davis: I don’t think it’s gonna be enough, Freddy!
The ref looks on as both men collapse almost simultaneously back into the canvas.
DING DING DING
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, as neither man is able to make it to his feet, the Referee has no choice but to rule this match, a draw. Therefore still your Television Champion, Teo del Sooooool!
Zach Davis: You’ve got to be kidding me! Beach Krew manages to weasel another draw out of the Television champion! Teo had Tiburones beat, and then Sandy had to get involved!
Freddy Whoa: What utterly despicable behavior! I bet they’re proud of this!
Gravedigger: Better chance of scoring a touchdown if I launched the ball out of my Ass!
Beach Krew begin approaching Teo, with an utterly malicious intent in their eyes, ready to end the contest whether within the rules or not…
But suddenly “Master of Puppets” plays throughout the arena and Seth Lerch appears on the ‘Tron, looking utterly livid.
Seth Lerch: Twice in a row, really? Two draws in a row! I am not going to have this kind of behavior on my show! You two have wasted enough of my airtime and my advertising dollars with these even matches, next week, we’re going to do this one more time, and I guarantee you there will be no draws, because next week it will be a no Disqualification match!
Zach Davis: No disqualification? But what about Beach Krew?
Seth Lerch: I heard that Zach! Teo had his chance for a fair fight, if it takes an unfair one to get this settled, then that’s what we’re gonna do!
Beach Krew turn and look at Teo, then grin at one another and help Tiburones out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Next week we’re gonna settle this once and for all, but how can Teo overcome Beach Krew if they can’t get disqualified?
Zach Davis: I don’t know Freddy, but I can tell you this, I can’t wait for next week!
The camera slowly fades to black, focusing on the barely conscious Teo before Slam! Draws to a close.