09/20/2015


Slam Intro

The arena lights dim as a video starts to play on the jumbotron. It’s a wide shot of a vast stretch of barren desert and rolling dunes. Dark, ominous clouds loom overhead, yet as the camera pans slowly across the horizon, the screen flickers with another image: the face of Joey Flash in black and white. It’s gone in a millisecond, though after a few seconds of scanning the dunes, it happens again..and again a few seconds later. When it happens a fourth time, the shot doesn’t revert back to the desert. Flash’s face remains on the screen, and colors rush in to fill the greys as his still image comes to life.

A smile comes over his lips, and his deep blue eyes redden before his face begins to melt away in favor of another that lies beneath it - that of the WCF World Champion, Dune. His icy blue eyes stare through the screen, and we zoom in on them until the screen bursts into flames. Finally, from the depths, three black letters rise:

WAR

The shot fades to darkness, and the arena is silent as the voice of Joey Flash rings out.

Joey Flash: How’s this gonna end?

Hans Zimmer’s “Time” begins its slow ascent as a fast-paced series of still-frame images flicker across the screen. Joey Flash is the centerpiece, and we see him in the early days of his career, first holding up the TV Tile in only his second match, then defeating man after man until his legendary bout with Occulo, which ended with his arm being raised in victory.

The shot then fades to Dune, who would make his WCF debut on the very next program. He steps out from behind the curtain, and the camera pans around him slowly as the packed arena shows little excitement upon getting their first glimpse of him. A montage of Crucifix Powerbombs later, and Dune steps out onto the stage prior to his bout with Alex Richards in the Trilogy Cup to a packed house that goes visibly ape shit at the sight of him, though the rising of the music is all we hear.

The shot fades to Joey Flash once more, shaking hands with the Vapor Kings as he joins their ranks. It only lasts for a moment before fading into Dune charging the ring weeks later in slow motion. He slides in as Flash slides out, and he and the Vapor Kings flee as Dune stands over the fallen Occulo, lending a hand for support. We cut to Joey Flash, who eyes Dune from the ramp with scorn before we cut away.

“Time” continues to build as a montage of the Trilogy Cup unfolds while Joey Flash watches from the locker room. By the time the finals roll around, the unforgettable image of Joey’s interference that fateful night flashes on the screen once more. After smacking Jay Omega with a steel chair, Dune and Flash share a look of pure hatred in the aftermath of what truly started it all.

Flash and Dune go at it in super slow motion in the Trios Tournament, their first and only time doing battle in the ring against one another. It fades to a shot of Dune wrenching a chair away from ICE Beckman and smashing it over the then-Champion’s face, losing his team the bout. Flash smiles at Dune from the ramp, though it fades as he looks at Beckman and considers his chances of retaining the Title in a few weeks.

We fade onto Joey Flash in the locker room at Asesinato de Mayo. He watches a TV screen that displays ICE in the last few seconds of his second World Title reign. We zoom in on the TV before going through to the action live in the ring. Beckman claws at Dune’s mask before the soon to be Champion smashes him to the mat and tears his mask off, revealing his face before Sandstorming Beckman and pinning him for three. The shot fades as the newly crowned WCF World Champion shoots his arm up, holding the belt high for all to see.

Now the music has found its legs, and the montage begins to quicken. Dune continues his streak of dominance, much like the one Joey Flash had enjoyed for so long. Meanwhile Flash’s hatred for Dune grows as he watches him succeed and steal the limelight. He watches with laughter to see Occulo’s own father put him out of commission, knocking out ⅓ of the Sentinels. But he doesn’t stop there, as the clips of Howard Black that begin to roll across the screen remind us.

We cut backstage to see Flash slap the shit out of Dune, which fades into a shot of Flash provoking Dune to come find him the next week. A metal pipe cracks across Dune’s head when he finds him before the shot fades to Black.

Howard Black. His screams are silent but his agony is apparent as a super slow motion shot pans over to show Joey Flash wrenching away at his arm as Dune looks on from the ramp. Suddenly, the brittle bones beneath his soft flesh snap and begin to break through the skin, and the speed of the shot returns to normal speed as Dune charges the ring, narrowly missing Flash before getting blindsided by Fly. The next image shows Dune lifting his fallen Sentinel-brother off the mat, and the next shows him halfway up the ramp. In the final image, the Sentinels are gone.

The shot cuts to darkness as the music falls off a great peak, though it doesn’t end there. The sounds persist, and soon so too does the image.

We open back on the rolling dunes that stretch to the horizon. Panning over, we hear the voice of Joey Flash once more.

Joey Flash: How’s this gonna end?

As the camera pans over, a highway comes into view just before a closeup shot of his face overtakes the screen, though it’s not the devilishly handsome one we’ve come to know. His eyes gleam red, and he dons the mask of his arch nemesis, Dune. The shot goes empty of all color aside from Joey’s red, gleaming eyes as a whisper fills the arena.

Joey Flash: Reduce it all to ash.

The music continues to die out as the image of Flash freezes on screen. Above him, the words “Wrestling Championship Federation” appear. Below him, “9-27-15” fades in before the final addition of “WAR” caps off the unforgettable shot.

As the music dies, the screen fades to black.

Riddlebox Segment

Lights suddenly turn off in the arena. A circus announcer voice plays you hear "Come One, Come all. See the Magical Riddlebox. RiddleBox by ICP starts to play the arena stays dark as a quote appears on the big screen in multiple different colors as the crowd gives a mixed reaction.

“The audience cheers when clowns appear However, to some, they’re objects of fear Behind that make-up, who knows what lies Look at those piercing, threatening eyes Beneath what seems a benevolent disguise Perhaps is concealed a menacing surprise People, clowns may have come to hate For a chance to maim and slay they wait If a balloon they seem to come to give, The person may not have long to live If some evil clown is looking your way, Somebody help me, you’d better say”

As the big screen goes black once again Riddlebox by ICP suddenly stops and the arena lights turn back on. As the lights turn on you can see 4 bloons in each corner of the ring Red, Yellow, Blue. Green are there colors. Riddlebox is standing in the middle of the ring holding a decent sized square box wrapped in Christmas wrapping paper. Riddlebox sets the box in the middle of the ring and pulls a microphone out of his back pocket.

Riddlebox: Ladies and gentlemen tonight your special attraction comes to you live and in person bahahahahahahahahaha ME. A few weeks ago Conall Darrow MacNeill was the first entrant into my House of Horrors and unfortunately he fell asleep and didn’t get to enjoy the trip. This made him whine and complain for the past couple weeks ago and it made me feel bad.

Conall comes out from backstage and stands at the top of the entrance ramp, arms crossed across his bare chest. Staring towards the ring, unimpressed by the display unfolding in the center of the ring

Zach Davis: Looks like Conall is showing his face.

Riddlebox: I'm not doing my job as an entertainer when it causes a person to sleep. With that being said I have gotten this present for you Conall please come down and accept it.

Conall slowly starts to walk toward the ring, obviously cautious of the situation.

Zach Davis: MacNeill has obviously knows first hand about these boxes, him and his cousin had one explode on them two weeks ago. And this isn’t anything new, I’m surprised Conall is even walking towards the ring

Freddy Whoa: Riddlebox is being nice and offering him a gift.

Riddlebox: You see Conall I’m not a bad person I got you a skirt I mean kilt. Its rainbow colored it matches your beard. Please open it

Conall slides under the bottom rope and springs to his feet ready and running. The rage and aggression is apparent by his bard teeth and the amount of blood in his face. If that's not enough of an indication, the deep beastly roar filling the arena makes it very clear he charges towards Riddlebox

The lights suddenly go off in the arena as the sound of children’s laughing is played through the speakers of the arena. A single faded red light shines down on Conall Darrow MacNeill and Riddlebox is gone. Conall picks up the Christmas wrapped present and tears it apart to find a clock inside

Zach Davis: Why would there be a clock inside?

tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

Freddy Whoa: I have no clue Zach but I do know it’s more strange mind games from Riddlebox.

Slam goes to commercial.

Bad News Benson vs Rico Rojas vs Sandy Coconutz vs Dustin Beaver

DING-DING-DING-DING!!!

Kyle Steel: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! WELCOME TO SLAM, LIVE FROM GARRET COLISEUM IN MONTGOMERY, ALABAMA! THE FIRST MATCH IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL!!! INTRODUCING FIRST...

A WELL EVERYBODY'S HEARD, ABOUT THE BIRD!!!

From behind the curtain, Sandy Cooconutz comes stumbling onstage, a Corona in one hand and a Frozen Margarita in the other, as she repeatedly shouts to the crowd to "Shut Up" and implores that "You don't know ME!!!", as Kyle Steel continues to announce her involvement in this upcoming potential Dumpster-fire...

Kyle Steel: FROM HONOLULU, HAWAII, WEIGHING A BUCK AND A QUARTER... SANDY... COOOOOOOOO-COOOOOONUTZZZZZZZZ!!!

Unable to get into the ring under the bottom rope, she climbs the steps, though she trips over the last step, as she stumbles into the ring through the ropes in the process, as she lays on the mat, ready to smash or be smashed.

Gravedigger: Oh-kay!!! Well, Sandy had a pretty good showing not too long ago, despite... Well, that again...

Freddy Whoa: Yeah, this place is a Hazardous Workplace Environment lawsuit just waiting to happen.

Zach Davis: Like Seth Lerch gives a crap! He's trashed half the time, as it is! Speaking to you is Zach Davis, along with colleagues Freddy Whoa and Gravedigger...

Gravedigger: You're barely a colleague, just remember that!

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 signaling the arrival of Rico Rojas; dressed in his usual wrestling attire, topped off with a half skull faced biker bandanna tied across his mouth. Kyle Steel announces his presence in the match...

Kyle Steel: And her opponent, from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 226 pounds! (Rattling tongue) R-R-R-R-R-RICO... R-R-R-R-ROJASSSSSSSSSSSS...

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.

Gravedigger: WOW! I didn't think Kyle Steel could do that with his tongue!

Zach Davis: Waiting for it...

Gravedigger: What? That's it!

Freddy Whoa: I was waiting for something condescending and smart-ass from you about Kyle Steel...

Gravedigger: I like Kyle! He does his job well, and he doesn't have a stupid opinion about ANYTHING! And I really like it when he announces me to the ring in that baritone of his! Real manly-sounding man right there!

Freddy Whoa: And to think Seth Lerch hired this guy off the street years ago!

Zach Davis: Wow, is that true? Where did you hear that?

Gravedigger: I'm kinda curious now, myself...

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. Kyle Steel with the announcement of the arrival of "The Beav"...

Kyle Steel: THEIR OPPONENT! WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS AND ORIGINALLY HAILING FROM TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA! DUSTIN BEEEEEEEEE-VRRRRRRRRR!!!

The Beav continues his stride to the ring, as Bad News Benson comes charging in behind him. Benson grabs The Beav by the scruff of the neck and the back of the trunks, as he starts rushing the ring with The Beav in hand, tossing him into the ring, as Rico stands over the fallen and drunk Sandy Cooconutz as the bell rings. Rico poses over the fallen form of Sandy Cooconutz, as Bad News Benson continues his charge, knocking Rico Rojas prone, before roaring in the middle of the ring, spinning around so every fan can see his rage...

Zach Davis: And with the official start to the match, as we find Bad News Benson standing tall over his opposition early!

Gravedigger: Well, a few of these competitors have already proven themselves in other matches, except for Benson. Looks like he's making his statement early and potentially often in this match, as he continues to stomp away at all the competitors now...

Bad News Benson's assault is short-lived, as Rico gets to his feet while Benson stays a little too long on the practically unresponsive Sandy Cooconutz, catching Benson with

Freddy Whoa: BACKSTABBER!!!

Zach Davis: Well, if he's running with #BeackKrew then he probably is a backstabber, but he executed that move quite well...

Gravedigger: And nice follow-up with a running dropkick on Benson. Rico goes for the cover...

1...

2...

Sandy gets to her feet, and promptly falls on top of Rico Rojas, breaking up the three-count in the process. Rico quickly gets to his feet, before stomping repeatedly on both Sandy Cooconutz and Bad News Benson, until...

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! DIVING BULLDOG ON ROJAS FROM DUSTIN BEAVER FROM THE TOP ROPE!!!

Gravedigger: The Cover!!!

1...

2...

KICKOUT!!!

Zach Davis: Rico beats the count, but the damage may be done...

Gravedigger: Like this kid's attitude, but ugh... A Bieber impressionist?

Zach Davis: I know, I know...

As Dustin Beaver gets to his feet, he is met by Sandy Cooconutz, as she super-kicks him while in the process of gaining his balance...

Gravedigger: YES!!! BEAVER TO THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING!!!

Freddy Whoa: Enter a cleaver sex pun here...

Sandy then starts to scream at Bad News Benson, who himself is recovering from his own assault, and responds by spitting in the face of Sandy, before planting her into the canvas with a DDT...

Zach Davis: Uncalled for!!!

Gravedigger: Hey, THAT was effective!

Benson gets up all pleased with himself, right as Rico regains his feet and gets behind Benson. Right as Benson turns around, Rico yells out really loud into the face of Benson...

Rico Rojas: #BITCHSLAP!!!

WHAP!!!!!

This move sends Benson into the ropes, before Rico grabs him up and hits him with a spinning back kick that knocks Bad News Benson flat, before he rushes to a nearby turnbuckle. He gets to the top and without looking, hits one of the GREATEST PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING MANEUVERS IN THE HISTORY OF PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!!!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!

Gravedigger: WOW!

Zach Davis: A NO-LOOK DOUBLE ROTATION MOONSAULT ON BAD NEWS BENSON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!!! AND NOW HE'S CALLING A TIME-OUT???

Freddy Whoa: IS THAT EVEN LEGAL?!?!?!

Gravedigger: After hitting that move? YOU'RE GODDAMN RIGHT HE CAN CALL A TIME-OUT!!! Oh here he comes!!!

Zach Davis: What the-

Rico Rojas removes the headset from the head of Zach Davis, as he says...

Rico Rojas: UNBELIEVABLE, THE NO-LOOK DOUBLE-ROTATION MOONSAULT ON THAT POOR EXCUSE OF A HUMAN BEING!!!

Gravedigger: I KNOW, RIGHT??? WHO DOES THAT HAM AND EGGER THINK HE IS??? THAT MOVE SHOULD BE ON THE HIGHLIGHT REEL LATER ON TONIGHT!

Rico Rojas: Nice! Oh, the HIGHLIGHT REEL AIN'T DONE YET, SON!!! GOT TO GO!!!

Rico quickly removes the headset and drops them on the ground, before rushing back into the ring, as all three competitors are in various stages of regaining their feet...

Zach Davis: Dustin Beaver ducks a Clothesline from Rico Rojas!

Rico flies out of the ring as Dustin wraps Benson in the That's a Wrap!

Freddy Whoa: Benson quits!

The bell sounds as Dustin Beaver stands up, victorious.

Gravedigger: Some men may take Dustin Beaver to be a joke, and... I'm one of them. What just happened?

Pantheon Segment

The scene opens in the Pantheon locker room. Corey Black, Jeff Purse, Alex Richards and Jay Omega are seated as Dexter Radcliffe and Gunther Blythe stand nervously in front of them.

Corey Black: All right, let's make this quick. You two have basically owned The Cut since the day we started the contest, so it shouldn't be much of a surprise to hear that you two are the finalists.

Alex Richards: I still call bull on the judging in the pie eating contest. There's no way these skinny little boys beat my guy.

Jeff Purse: Oh will you quit complaining already? You backed a loser. Get over it.

Corey Black raises his gavel but there's nothing within reach to hit it with. So he throws it at a nearby locker.

Corey Black: ANYWAY! As I was saying, you two are the finalists. But we need a way to declare a winner and what better way than WAR. So after talking it over with Seth, the both of you are official entrants. Whoever puts on the best performance will be the next member of Pantheon.

Jay Omega: But don't have any ideas about winning. Everyone knows I'm winning WAR.

Jeff Purse: Puh-lease. The only thing you're winning is the right to be the runner-up. You're looking at the soon to be 2 time winner of WAR.

Corey Black: You're both dumb. Now go fetch my gavel!

The scene fades out as Dexter retrieves Black's gavel.

Oblivion vs Cletus T Clyde

Zach Davis: The following match pits a newcomer verses a well established veteran.

Gravedigger: The Monster is gonna get redneck blood on his hands!!

"Ride through the country" by Colt Ford blares through the arena's speakers. Cletus Clyde walks out to the entrance stage...

Kyle Steel: From Little Rock, Arkansas... Weighing in at 375 pounds!!! This is Cletus T. Clyde!!

Cletus walks down the ramp, raises his fist to the crowd. Cletus enters the ring.

Gravedigger: Now, we wait for The Monster Oblivion.

The lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur,as phone lights begin to illuminate the interior of the arena. Cameras pan the arena. Oblivion by Mastadon blares out from the speakers. The crowd roars out with a mixture of reactions. Oblivion slinks out to the entrance stage. Oblivion walks to the edge of the stage and holds up both arms. The Monster walks down the entrance ramp.

Kyle Steel: From the darkest, deepest part of a sick man's psyche... Weighing in at 310 pounds The Monster.... OOOOOBLIIIIVIIIOOOOOON!!!!

Once IT passes a nearby cameraman, Oblivion looks at the camera and snears walking past. Oblivion gets to the ring and jumps up to the ring apron, leans against the ropes looking around the arena, before entering the ring. Oblivion charges Cletus Clyde.

(DING-DING!!)

Zach Davis: And this match is underway.

Oblivion nails Cletus T. Clyde from behind...

WHOOSH... WHAM!!

Gravedigger: T-BONE SUPLEX!!!

Cletus Clyde lands hard, but scrambles up, standing in the corner, as Oblivion charges....

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Cletus Clyde BARELY moved out of the way!!

Oblivion bounces off the corner...

WHAM!!

Gravedigger: Clothesline by Cletus Clyde!!

WHAM!!

Zach Davis: Another clothesline by Cletus!!

Oblivion bounces back up, leaning against the corner. Clyde charges towards The Monster...

WHAM!!

Freddy Whoa: Oblivion moved out of the way!!

Clyde's momentum bounce off the turnbuckles. The crowd reacts as The Monster shows IT's massive strength by pressing Cletus Clyde up in the air.

Gravedigger: Now, that is strength!!

Oblivion drops Clyde...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

Zach Davis: TWO HANDED CHOKEBOMB!! THE MONSTER US GOING FOR THE PIN!!

Crowd: ONE!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEE... NOOOOO!!!

KICKOUT!!

Oblivion reaches down to pick up IT's opponent...

THWACK!!

Freddy Whoa: Cletus Clyde strikes The Monster.

Clyde stomps Oblivion in the mid-section...

Zach Davis: Looks like Cletus T. Clyde is setting Oblivion up for a powerbomb...

WHOOSH...

REVERSAL!!!

...WHAM!!!

Gravedigger: Facebuster by The Monster!!

Oblivion picks up Cletus and drops him with a gutwrench powerbomb.

Freddy Whoa: FALLING DOCTOR!!

Oblivion snears while dragging IT's own thumb across IT's own throat...

Freddy Whoa: You know what that means!!

Oblivion picks up Cletus T. Clyde placing him in a fireman's carry...

WHOOSH-WHAM!!

...into a cutter.

Gravedigger: 5150!!

Zach Davis: Oblivion makes the cover!

Crowd: ONE!!

Crowd: TWO!!

Crowd: THREEEEEE!!!

(DING!! DING!! DING!!)

Kyle Steel: The winner of the match... THE MONSTER OOOOBLIIIIVIIOOOON!!

Zach Davis: As Ace Slaughter, Oblivion had one of the most impressive War debuts that I can remember, several years ago. And we saw a hell of a match from him here tonight... Extremely dominant.

Gravedigger: I've been in the ring with Oblivion many times, Zach, and we could definitely be looking at the winner of War.

Torture Backstage

We open up backstage to Torture sitting with his Hardcore Championship and his Team of Torture 'mates around him.

Chris Avery: This is perfect. We don't have to defend the Hardcore Championship tonight! Our plan is already working!

Ryan Daniels: You hear the boys in the back? Their jealous that we get to do whatever we want with the Hardcore Championship! We get to defend whenever we want! We get to defend against whomever we want!

Torture stands up and clearly annoyed with the conversation decides to leave the arena. The boys follow him out of his dressing room. Before Torture can exit the building our own Kyle Steel catches up with him.

Kyle Steel: Torture! Torture! Sorry, can I ask you a few questions.

Chris Avery: Make it quick, you mark.

Kyle Steel:... Okayyy.. Torture, Who made the decision for you to not defend your Hardcore Championship title tonight?

Torture stares at Kyle with a blank face. Torture doesn't move a muscle.

Kyle Steel: Comments on some of the other wrestlers complaining to management and tweeting about the unfair advantage you have as Hardcore Champion?

Torture, again, stares completely blank, except this time.. just a bit more annoyance shows through his expression.

Kyle Steel: Torture..Tort?

Torture walks away from the interview but towards the gorilla position. Avery, Tank and Daniels try to stop him but Torture is determined. Kyle Steel looks confused as the scene fades out.

The MacNeill Clan vs The Big Time Jerks vs The Topgunners vs Derek Moreno/Denise D'Evil

'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.

Highway to the Danger Zone hits and Ace Iceman and Ace Goose run to the ring.

Gravedigger: These guys aren't here to do a job at all, Zach!

Zach Davis: Huh? I mean, wrestling is their job, so they're kind of here to do a job...

Gravedigger: I was being sarcastic.

"We will not take this anymore.

"These words will never be ignored.

"You want a battle?

"HERE'S A WAR!"

As the opening of "You Want A Battle" hits, Derek Moreno comes rushing out from the backstage area, and stops right in the middle of the entrance ramp, smiling and acknowledging the crowd by pointing out toward them and nodding, a wide grin emerging over his lips. As he stops pointing, he begins to walk down the ramp, clapping the hands of the fans as he passes by them, as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he bounds up onto the apron, and then does the same over the ring ropes. Moreno then begins to step toward the middle of the ring, nodding to himself as he clasps down onto his black t-shirt and takes it off, before placing it over in the top right corner of the ring, he does the same to the golden chain hanging around his neck, kissing it before leaving it there.

Derek Moreno's music begins to fade out, leaving the cheers of the fans to reverberate through the arena, Moreno stops facing the turnbuckle corner, and begins hopping lightly on his feet, performing a few tuck-jumps here and there as he gets ready for the match ahead.

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 opponent.

Voice: Who's the baddest MOFO's in the WCF?

Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!

"The Last Dragon" by Dwight David starts playing as Austin Adams step out into the arena wearing black gees with "Baddest MOFO's" written in black on the back. Laser lights filter threw the smoke billing threw out the arena.

Crowd: BTJ! BTJ!

Zach Davis: Where is Adam Young:

Gravedigger: Guess something happened? Austin Adams is going at it alone tonight.

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: Cormack MacNeill, Ace, Derek Moreno, and Austin Adams are going at it to start things off.

Zach Davis: Which Ace?

Freddy Whoa: Does it matter?

Cormack runs at whichever Ace is in the match and Clotheslines him out of the ring. Austin Adams runs at him next and Cormack executes a Vertical Suplex before tagging in Conall.

Gravedigger: Here comes Conall Darrow MacNeill!, after being taunted by Gigglebox earlier, or Riddlecube, or whatever his name is.

Conall Darrow MacNeill comes in and runs at Adams and Boots him down. Austin Adams then Clotheslines him down. Austin Adams is then taken down by Derek Moreno. Derek tags in Denise.

Zach Davis: Here comes Denise D'Evil, WCF veteran!

Denise comes in and kicks at Adams before backing off... and Spearing him as he tries to get up! Denise goes for the pin.

One.

Two.

No!, Adams kicks out.

Freddy Whoa: Austin Adams is a member of the Big Time Jerks, whether Adam Young is here or not, a legendary WCF tag team. He won't be beaten easily.

Denise D'Evil ducks a Clothesline from an Ace before catching him.

Zach Davis: DISMOUNT!

And both wrestlers get up...

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!

Gravedigger: SHE HITS IT!

Denise D'Evil tags in her partner Derek Moreno.

Freddy Whoa: Derek enters the ring and runs at Ace.

NO!, kick to the gut by both MacNeills! Denise notices both MacNeills are in the ring and runs at them and they throw her out. Derek Moreno is up.

Zach Davis: DOUBLE SHOT!

Both men hit Instant Hangover kicks to Derek Moreno! Austin Adams is up, and the MacNeills grab him...

Gravedigger: THE FINAL SHOUT!

Conall Darrow MacNeill pins Austin Adams!

One!

Two!

Three!

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: And there you have it!

Austin Adams rolls out of the ring as the MacNeills begin to celebrate.

Gravedigger: These two would be darkhorses to win War, but it could happen. Cormack MacNeill is no stranger to this company!, that's for sure, he knows what it takes to be succesful.

Zach Davis: And they won here tonight!

Adam Young comes walking down to ringside not dressed to wrestle with a dark look in his eyes with Myra right behind him. It seems as he is going over to Austin Adams to check on him on the arena floor. He stands over Austin looking down at him and all of a sudden he starts laughing.

Austin Adams: What?

Adam stops laughing and he is shooting daggers at Austin with his eyes. He holds his right hand out and Myra hands over ball ping hammer to Adam.

Austin Adams: No we can work this out!

Adam steps on Austin's left hand and then hits Austin's right knee with multiple heavy blows with the hammer just laughing. Austin is screaming out for help but no one is coming to his aide. Adam then kneels next to Austin and Myra holds a mic close by so everyone can hear what is said.

Adam Young: Did you think there would be no repocusions for your actions. You took my wife you son of a bitch! Enjoy the vengeful one's actions!

Adam pulls Austin up and nails the Hand of God on the concrete floor not once but twice leaveing Austin bloody and beaten on the arena floor. Adam takes Myra's hand and they kiss as "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath starts playing and they leave with Adam licking his fingers of the blood of Austin Adams.

Vic Venable Segment

"Struck a Nerve" by Bad Religion hits the P.A as Vic Venable emerges from the curtain, dressed in his street clothes, a mic in his hand.

Zach Davis: Looks like Vic has something on his mind!

Gravedigger: I hope he's here to announce his retirement. He's been nothing but filler since he joined.

Freddy Whoa: Harsh, much? To be fair to him, most of the time when he loses it's not really his fault. He either gets sadled with a terrible partner or attacked backstage right before the match.

Gravedigger: EXCUSES! A champion should still fight even under the worst conditions.

Zach Davis: Shut up you two, Vic is in the ring!

Indeed, Vic has made his way into the ring, ready to speak.

Crowd: VIC! VIC! VIC! VIC!

Vic Venable: I've missed you too, my friends. I'm all too thankful to be here, especially after the...events of last week.

The crowd boos at the mention of last week's beatdown from Rico's thugs.

Crowd: RI-CO-SUX! (clap-clap-clapclapclap) RI-CO-SUX! (clap-clap-clapclapclap)

Vic Venable: I'm glad you share my disdain for him. But y'know what, that's in the past, and I've got better things to worry about then some cornrow'd motherfucker. I've got WAR to deal with!

WAR POP FROM THE CROWD!

Vic Venable: Y'see, if you're looking at all the dirtsheets, all the pundits who are putting out their predictions for that big ole' fustercluck of a match, do you see my name come up at all? AT ALL? Nope!

The crowd boos at Vic getting dissed by the dirtsheets!

Vic Venable: But yknow what, that's just FINE AND DANDY with me! You know why?

Crowd: WHY?

Vic Venable: I SAID YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?

Crowd: WHY?!

Vic Venable: BECAUSE ONCE I PIN THE SORRY ASS OF WHOEVER'S THE LAST ONE IN THERE WITH ME, I'LL LAUGHING ALL THE WAY TO THE BANK, BITCHES!

The crowd EXPLODES as Vic's confidence builds

Vic Venable: So let let me give you guys my gameplan from now until WAR. Listen closely.

STEP ONE: DESTROY BILLY AND WAYLON TONIGHT. That won't be too much of an issue, Billy probably balls deep in a quadruple bypass burger from the Heart Attack Grill while Waylon is relapsing hardcore on cocaine in the bathroom. This shit will be easy tonight.

STEP TWO: ENTER WAR. Simple enough.

STEP THREE, and this is the most important of all, because in this step, I'm going to surpass merely winning WAR. If i just merely WIN WAR, then that's all well and good, but I have the ability at WAR to do something that NO ONE has done before me! You wanna know what that is?

Crowd: WHAT?!

Vic Venable: STEP THREE...PEOPLE HAVE ELIMINATED THREE PEOPLE BEFORE, FOUR PEOPLE BEFORE, FUCK...EVEN FIVE PEOPLE...

Zach Davis: Holy shit, is he about to say what I think he is?

Vic Venable: STEP FUCKING THREE...ELIMINATE SIX...FUCKING...PEOPLE IN WAR!

The crowd SCREAMS in approval!

Freddy Whoa: WHOA! BIG STATEMENT BY VIC VENABLE TONIGHT!

Vic Venable: Oh, and of course step four: win WAR. Duh.

A sly smile grows on Vic's face, as he basks in the crowd's cheering.

Vic Venable: So to everyone out there in the audience tonight, I IMPLORE you to order WAR on PPV or come see it live. And to all you fucks in the locker room, consider this your official warning.

Struck a Nerve hits the P.A again as Vic drops the mic, exiting the ring and going to the barricade to interact with the fans.

Gravedigger: This was a dumb move on Vic's part, as always. Motherfucker just put a huge target on himself.

Zach Davis: That's very true Diggs, but it was definitely an exciting announcement to make, we'll see if he can make good on his promise LIVE at WAR! Let's cut to a promo for that event...RIGHT MEOW.

Cut to a commercial for WAR.

Legion vs Mystery Opponent

Slam comes back from the commercial break to find Circe Cicero in a pristine knee-length, form fitting white dress and matching heels and WCF attorney Jason Underwood in a slick suit, mics in hand, as the crowd rumbles around them. There is a slight awkwardness of the scene before the sound of pig grunts pierce the quiet in the air.

Zach Davis: To those just tuning in, we have in the ring Miss Cicero, the spokesperson for the organization PETS and our very own legal advisor Jason Underwood. Miss Cicero has recently declared a suit against this company and one of its employees, Patrick Ignatius Gardner, better known as Legion.

Freddy Whoa: As a part of the ongoing developments, Miss Cicero found herself in an agreement with Legion where a match would be conducted between him and an opponent of her choosing tonight. The catch is that if she cannot produce an opponent to represent her, she herself will have to compete tonight.

Zach Davis: Hog Wilder had apparently answered her call, but after—

Gravedigger: After he got his head caved in by Legion’s boot last week.

Zach Davis: --Miss Cicero was without a representative. It is believed someone else has appeared to stand for her cause. But first . . . here comes Legion himself.

Legion steps through the curtain with little fanfare, stopping at the top of the ramp while he stares hard at Miss Cicero and Jason Underwood in the center of the ring. No music, no theatrics . . . just the slow, methodical walk down the ramp as the crowd watches in abated silence.

Gravedigger: Miss Cicero certainly isn’t in the proper attire for a match tonight.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t know; those stilettos aren’t named after a type of knife for nothin’.

Zach Davis: Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.

Using the steel steps, Legion climbs into the ring, stepping into the center of the ring to stare down his adversary of recent weeks, Miss Cicero. The pair stare at each other for a long few seconds before Jason Underwood finally speaks up.

Jason Underwood: As per the agreement made two weeks prior to today, we find ourselves in the ring to do the very thing this company was designed for: wrestle. For the indefinite period, lawsuits and past wrongs will be forgotten for the integrity that this company strives to achieve through their product. Legion, do you affirm this prior agreement that you will be facing the opponent Miss Cicero has chosen for you.

Legion simply nods, no words necessary for such affirmation. Jason Underwood looks over to Miss Cicero.

Jason Underwood: And are you aware, Miss Cicero, that if no competitor is produced on your behalf, you yourself will have to compete in the match agreed upon.

Circe Cicero: I’m well aware.

Jason Underwood: Then call forth your representative.

Miss Cicero glances over at Legion before stepping past him, eyes on the ramp.

Circe Cicero: I call forth a man who believes in the cause that I represent and a cause that Patrick Ignatius Gardner has opposed since arriving here in the WCF. Bryan Worthy, would you be so kind as to rid this company of such filth?

"Superman" by Tevar begins to play over the PA system, but no Buzz Worthy steps through the curtain. Legion begins to chuckle, audible in the near silent arena despite the lack of microphone, as he steps up beside Miss Cicero. “Watch This,” he says to her as the ‘tron lights up, giving viewers a look into a backstage locker room where Miss Cicero’s savior was prone on the ground, bleeding from his forehead and writhing in pain.

Zach Davis: Did Legion attack Buzz before the match began? How could he have possibly known?

Freddy Whoa: I don’t think this was pre-recorded and I don’t think that’s Legion.

From off-screen, hammering blows begin to rain down on Buzz’s skull, a single hand and a stump bashing his head into the concrete. The camera angle remains at ground level, so only the legs of the assailant are visible. The good hand pulls Buzz to his feet, so that there are four legs filling the screen. Only for a moment, though, as Buzz finds himself lifted off-screen for a few tense seconds before he lands head first in a free fall behind the assailant’s legs.

Zach Davis: A missing right hand, a free fall launch . . . there is only one person who that could be.

Freddy Whoa: It’s the God Legion revealed last week, the one who is coming for Jeff Purse, the one who spells his name with three single letters.

The assailant drops to his knees and then, suddenly, the entire screen is filled by a single brown eye. It stares long and hard into the screen before blinking; the video feed cuts immediately following it.

Gravedigger: N. V. L.

Miss Cicero looks mortified at the scene revealed before her, almost unaware that the lumbering beast Legion had stepped up beside her. That is until he grabbed her by her blonde locks, hoisting her into the air kicking and screaming. Jason Underwood only shakes his head as he climbs onto the apron.

Jason Underwood: Bell-keeper . . . start the match.

Legion throws Miss Cicero roughly to the mat as the bells tolls for her.

DING DING DING

Zach Davis: No, not like this. She isn’t even an active competitor.

Circe tries to crawl out of the ring, but Legion snatches her up by the ankle, dragging her kicking and screaming into the center of the ring. He rips the heels off of her feet, tossing them out of the ring as Circe tries to wiggle free of his iron grip, but earns a stomp in the abdomen for her troubles.

Gravedigger: She knew what she was signing up for when she accepted this fight.

Freddy Whoa: Still, I ain’t completely sure this is necessary.

Pulling Cicero to her feet, Legion is surprised when she smacks him right across the face with a resounding slap. That only incites the beast within him though, as he whips the now barefoot Cicero into the ropes. On the rebound, he scoops her up and throws her backwards with a Fallaway Slam that shakes the ring.

Zach Davis: Hog Toss from Legion . . . already Cicero isn’t moving much.

The crowd have finally found their voice as Legion pushes himself to his feet, booing him with genuine hatred as he picks Miss Cicero up with ease by the waist, holding her there in the gutwrench position, like a pig beneath his arm, as he absorbs the feelings of the arena. Then flipping Cicero in the air, he drives her neck first into the mat with a piledriver that sends shivers down the spine of all those watching.

Freddy Whoa: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a piledriver hurt just as much as that one did. Circe Cicero just isn’t moving anymore.

A referee had just arrived to the ring just in time to count Legion’s pin fall, the easiest three count anyone has probably ever had in WCF history. Rising from his conquered foe, Legion walks over to the microphone, picking it up while staring down at Miss Cicero.

Legion: A battle has been won, a war only just begun. A message sent, a wench rent, and single match away from One.

Legion looks up at the ‘tron, where the WCF logo had appeared to replace the video feed.

Legion: Soon. All I can promise is soon.

And with that, Legion gently sets the mic onto the mat before exiting the ring the same way he had entered; meanwhile, medical staff rolled into the ring to attend to Circe Cicero who had not moved since the brutal match with Legion.

Gravedigger: Not sure I’ve ever seen a pig speak recite poetry before.

Zach Davis: No jokes, ‘digger; we just saw a woman get broken by a man more than twice all her size, all to make this statement: Legion intends on winning WAR.

Freddy Whoa: For the sake of women and pigs everywhere, let’s hope that is not the case.

Zach Davis: And then we have the first sighting of a man who has not been seen in the WCF arena in over a year. When will we have the complete picture?

Gravedigger: Soon, Zach, he fucking said it clear as day. Soon we will know.

And with that, Slam cuts to another commercial break while medical personnel load Miss Cicero onto a stretcher.

Attack!

Scene opens on a backstage shot. Caliban is walking down the hall, making his way to his locker room. A door creaks opens from behind him and ZMAC slithers out, holding the IT Championship firmly in his hands.

Zach Davis: OH GOD WATCH OUT CALIBAN!

But before ZMAC can attack Caliban, another door opens up behind him and Wade Moor steps out, locking eyes with ZMAC. Caliban walks off, unaware of the situation unfolding behind him, and manages to slip off. ZMAC and Wade stare each other down before descending into a brawl themselves!

Zach Davis: They're fighting each other?!

Freddy Whoa: THEY'RE PARTNERS TONIGHT! CAN'T THEY CO-EXIST FOR ONE NIGHT?!

Gravedigger: I don't think it matters to them! They only have eyes for that Internet Championship!

ZMAC and Wade exchange blows before Wade shoves ZMAC hard into the wall. He runs ZMAC up and over a table, grabs the IT Championship, and flees down the hallway! ZMAC gets to his feet, fuming as the scene fades out.

Non-Title Match
Wolf vs Spencer Adams vs John Gable vs Kyle Kemp

Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from wherever he may roam, weighing in at 220 pounds, Wolf!!

Metallica’s “Of Wolf and Man” hits the PA system. The song begins with James Hetfield screaming "So seek the wolf in thyself." Then the song goes to the second half of the first verse (when Lars Ulrich's drums come in) and continues to play 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, leans his chest onto the top rope, and gives a one thousand yard stare into the crowd, continuing to breathe hard.

Gravedigger: Wolf looks ready for a fight tonight!

Zach Davis: That he does! Should be a good one for him!

Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, he weighs in at 210 pounds, Kyle Kemp!!

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.

Gravedigger: Unfortunately for guys like Wolf and Spencer Adams, they now have the best people’s champion of all time to deal with! Well..after myself of course.

Freddy Whoa: You were never people’s champion though..

Gravedigger: Just because it’s not official doesn’t mean it’s not true!

Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight with the people’s championship around his waist and a microphone in his hand. He smiles smugly at the crowd as he lifts the mic to his mouth.

Kyle Kemp: What exactly don’t you people get? I’m a champion! I am above a match like this, because I am better than all of you!

Kemp throws the mic off the crowd which manages to fly off the stage and hit a fan with the force of a car door. Kyle Steel appears a bit confused as he goes to introduce the next competitor.

Kyle Steel: Coming to the ring from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 221 pounds, John Gable!!

"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 with a mic in hand.

John Gable: Well, I was thinking for a moment that I would happily come out and murder all three of these guys and pick up the easy win for myself but then I realized with WAR around the corner, I’d rather save my energy...and besides, there is currently other business I need to attend to, so for those reasons, I’m out.

Gable dropped the mic and walked back through the curtain, laughing. Kyle Steel continues to look on with a rather confused expression before calling for Spencer Adams now. Supremacy by Muse hits the PA and drags out for a bit.

Gravedigger: Well where the hell is Adams?!

Zach Davis: Good question.

Wolf looks on with frustration as the music restarts. To Wolf’s disappointment, Spencer still does not walk out.

Freddy Whoa: What’s going on here?

The camera pans over to the big screen to show Spencer Adams brawling backstage with several dozen members of the jobber roster.

Zach Davis: What the hell?!

Chaos continues to unfold as officials try to step in to break up the random brawl, but their attempts are unsuccessful as the camera cuts back to Wolf standing in the ring.

Wolf is clearly angry and begins pacing back and forth in the ring as he turns and shouts to Kyle Steel.

Wolf: Gimme the fucking mic!

Kyle Steel hands the mic to Wolf.

Wolf: So let me get this straight. The douchebag athlete who couldn’t make it in the fucking minors doesn’t want to fight. The failed movie actor with the starfucker girlfriend doesn’t want to fight. And the momma’s boy who needs therapy to talk about his feelings got himself out of this match by staging a fight in the back. Well, after what I did to Cletus last week, I can’t say that I blame any of them, but god damn it, I came here for a fight and I’m not leaving until I fight someone! I’m issuing an open challenge to anyone in the back who’s man enough to step into this ring and fight me!

Wolf throws the mic on the ground.

Freddy Whoa: Wolf is in the War match, too. Maybe he should follow the lead of the other three and just leave.

Zach Davis: Like I said last week, I’m done trying to figure this guy out.

Gravedigger: It’s Wolf’s world, we all just live in it.

Wolf waits a few more seconds before a flabby looking guy of average height, a blond mullet, and red trunks walks down to the ring to accept the challenge.

Freddy Whoa: Who the hell is this guy?

Zach Davis: I don’t know. I’m looking at my notes to see if I have anything him.

Gravedigger: Let’s just call him Red Trunks. I don’t think his name’s going to be very important in about two seconds.

Red Trunks crawls through the ropes but before he even gets in the ring, Wolf kicks him in the head. The ref calls for the bell to start the match.

Wolf sends Red Trunks off the ropes and gives him a Double A spinebuster. Wolf stalks Red Trunks. Red Trunks slowly gets up and is in a bent position when Wolf comes off the ropes and executes the running knee lift he calls Easy Prey. Red Trunks falls to the mat. Wolf backs up and rubs his tattoo. Red Trunks gets to his feet. Wolf spins around and executes The Kill.

Gravedigger: Good night, sweet prince.

1…

2…

3…

Wolf’s music plays. The ref raises Wolf’s arm. Wolf sees Red Trunks writhing in pain on the ground. Wolf stomps on him a few more times.

Zach: Is this really necessary?

Gravedigger: Well, the match was so short, maybe Wolf didn’t get the satisfaction he was looking for.

Zach: I think this kid has suffered enough at the hands of Wolf. He was man enough just to answer the challenge and Wolf is showing him no respect.

Gravedigger: Don’t let Wolf hear you, Zach. We wouldn’t want to get medical attention for you again.

Wolf finally finishes putting the boots to Red Trunks. He walks out of the ring and shouts into the camera.

Wolf: There ain’t gonna be no getting away from me at War, boys!

He walks up the aisle as Slam cuts to commercial.

Attack! Again!

Scene opens on another backstage shot, this time Fenix is walking around the arena, stretching and getting ready for his match. He hooks a right around a corner...where Wade stands, the Internet Championship dangling from his hand.

Zach Davis: Not again!!!

Jackson is about to thrown down when all of a sudden, ZMAC flies on the scene and cracks Wade over the back with a chair and he falls to his knees! ZMAC hits him in the shoulder and then cracks him over the head with a chair! Before Jackson can react, ZMAC picks the Internet Championship up and flees with it as Wade begins picking hinself up...a smile spread across his bleeding face.

Zach Davis: What could that smile mean you guys?

Freddy Whoa: Whatever it is, it isn't good.

Gravedigger: It doesn't mean anything. Wade Moor's just fucked up.

The scene fades out.

Mystery Segment

Zach Davis: I'd just like to say how nice it's been having Slam go on without any-

The arena goes pitch black.

Freddy Whoa: You just had to say something, didn't you.

Gravedigger: Darn it, the lights would go out as I was trying to pour my soda.

The jumbotron flickers to life. The horseman War appears on the screen, surrounded by tall flames. His mighty steed snorts out a cloud of black smoke as the horseman points toward the audience. The screen quickly switches to static before being replaced by a photo of a wrestling ring with WCF banners. The photo is engulfed in flames, burning until it's reduced to ashes. The screen again quickly switches to static before being replaced by an all black screen. Words written in blood red begin to appear.

"9/27/15 - My War Will Trump Your WAR"

The blood red letters drip down the screen until they form the WCF logo. "Taps" begins to loudly play as the screen fades back to black. Suddenly the arena lights come back on as the crowd looks on in confusion.

Zach Davis: I don't even know what to say to that one. Is that a threat against WCF?

Freddy Whoa: I can't tell if it's a threat to the locker room or to the entire company. Gravedigger are you sure this isn't you? It really seems like your MO.

Gravedigger: I'm more the type to show up in a mask or with a bunch of gang members.

Zach Davis: Oh yeah. Well I guess we find out next week at WAR who or whom is behind these messages!

Slam goes to commercial.

Wade Moor/Zombie McMorris vs Jackson White/Caliban

Scene cuts to a panning shot of the crowd as "Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as 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 area. 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: Honey Badger is in the building now! And he's got the IT Championship with him!

Freddy Whoa: Earlier tonight, ZMAC and Wade Moor were involved in two seperate altercations that saw them steal the Internet Championship from each other.

Gravedigger: But what were Moor's intentions here? We saw that creepy ass smile! I want to know what the hell is going on!

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 - and lumbers 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 ringfrom The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs….WAAAADE BROSEIDON 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. He and ZMAC stare each other down as they wait for Caliban/Fenix to come out.

Zach Davis: ZMAC's staring blades at Wade. He probably has no interest in teaming with Moor tonight. He just wants to get his hands on all three of his opponents for WAR!

Freddy Whoa: Bad blood isn't being called into question. We already know these two absolutely despise each other!

Gravedigger: What was that smile about? I want to know! I want to fucking know!

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

INCOMING!

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. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently whispering to each other as the other competitors music starts she kisses him and drops off the apron to the floor.

Zach Davis: Caliban's in the ring now, and he's shown a measure of indifference towards winning this match and the Internet Championship match im general!

Freddy Whoa: That attitude won't carry him very far. He needs to sieze opportunities that arrise, or else people will stop leaving the door open for him!

Gravedigger: Maybe he'll make good on his promise and superkick Fenix in the face?

Zach Davis: If he can! Speaking of, Fenix is on his way to the ring already!

a 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: A very obvious crowd favorite in Jackson White!

Gravedigger: The crowd doesn't win you matches boys.

Freddy Whoa: I guess we'll find out. This match is about to get underway!

Wade urges ZMAC to take point as Caliban and Fenix argue over who is going to go first!

Zach Davis: Just work together! That's the only way to win a tag team match!

Freddy Whoa: Wade is being surprisingly friendly towards ZMAC in their corner.

Scene cuts to Wade/Zmac where Wade is clapping ZMAC on and chanting things like "You can do it!" and "Come on ZMAC!", which Z returns with a look of Honey Badguh Bewildament. Caliban takes the opening spot for his team and the ref calls for the bell!

Zach Davis: This ones off!

Freddy Whoa: ZMAC and Caliban meet in the center of the ring with a flurry of punches!

Zach Davis: Tangled up now trying to gain control!

Zmac wraps Caliban around the head and tries to drop to his knees! Caliban locks in and hits ZMAC with a backdrop suplex! Zmac rolls to his feet and the guys meet up again only for Caliban to hit him with a quick snap suplex and rolls over the pin.

One...

But ZMAC quickly kicks out! Wade claps in the corner as Z and Caliban get to their feet. Caliban goes for a quick leg kick but ZMAC catches and hits him with a spinning heel kick! ZMAC bounces off the ropes with a springboard crossbody and hooks the leg for the pin.

One...
T....

But Caliban kicks out before the count of two! Wade assures ZMAC it's ok as Z pulls Caliban to his feet. He locks him up and lifts him for a brainbuster...but Caliban wriggles out and pushes ZMAC into Fenix's corner! He tags in Fenix and the two of them execute a double suplex to a decent crowd pop! Fenix climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a splash...but ZMAC rolls out of the way. He gets to his feet while Fenix attempts to recover and drops an elbow directly on fenix's back! Z lifts him to his feet and whips him off the ropes. Fenix comes back and ZMAC leap frogs over him. As Fenix comes back, ZMAC jumps in the air and takes Fenix out with a hurricanrana!

Zach Davis: Slick move from ZMAC!

Freddy Whoa: He rolls over the pin attempt!

One...
Two...

Zach Davis: SHOULDER UP FROM FENIX!

Fenix crawls to the ropes as ZMAC unloads on him with a few select stomps. He lifts Fenix to his feet...and Fenix catches him with an uppercut to the chin! ZMAC bounds back and Fenix bounds off the ropes, coming back with a hard fist to the gut! ZMAC doubles over and Fenix drops a quick elbow down on his head! Zmac hits the ground and Fenix mounts him from the back with mounted punches to the back of the head! The ref comes over to stop Fenix and he backs off. He flips ZMAC over for a pin attempt.

One...
Two...

Zach Davis: Shoulder up from ZMAC!

Fenix looks pissed as he lifts ZMAC to his feet. He goes to drop a three piece combo on ZMAC...but Z blocks the second shot and hits him with that steel toe shit kicker to the gut! Fenix doubles over and ZMAC whips him into Wade's corner! Wade calls for the tag but ZMAC pulls Fenix away from the corner! Wade smiles as ZMAC goes for a stall suplex!...but Fenix wriggles free and nails ZMAC in the gut with a kick!

Zach Davis: FENIX GOING FOR THE DESTROYER!!!

But before Fenix hits the maneuver, Wade grabs ZMAC's leg, abrupting the move and tagging himself in at the same time! The move botches out and Wade climbs through the ropes and into the ring. Fenix stumbles to his feet and eats a high impact crossbody from Wade. Caliban gets in the ring to try and get something going for Fenix, but Wade hits him with a hard forearm, knocking him back into the ropes. Fenix comes to and eats a spinebuster from Wade!
Zach Davis: Wade is clearing house right now!

Freddy Whoa: He's 100% fresh right now!

Caliban comes in for a superkick, but Wade sidesteps and ZMAC tosses Caliban out of the ring! Wade turns around to come face to face with ZMAC and the crowd starts heating up!

Gravedigger: Clash of the bad guys!!!

Before ZMAC and Wade can do anything to each other, Caliban and Fenix hit the ring and knock them both from behind. The match starts to descend into chaos! The four men battle it out, trying to gain an advantage for each team! Wade plugs Caliban with a gut punch and he falls back against the turnbuckle! He goes for a splash in the turnbuckle, but Caliban sidesteps! Wade turns around!

Zach Davis: Superkick from Caliban!

Wade stumbles and falls in a sitting position in the turnbuckle! Meanwhile, Fenix is laying boots to ZMAC in the opposite corner! Fenix and Caliban turn to each other for a split second and unite in a moment of split second clarity! They both trade opponents and crash into their opponents with dropkicks to a loud pop from the crowd!

Zach Davis: WHAT A MOVE!

Freddy Whoa: That's how you win a tag match! Bring it home guys!

Wade and ZMAC both stumble to their feet as Fenix and Caliban decide to whip them into each other! Zmac ducks and Wade wipes Caliban out with a huge lariat as ZMAC knocks Fenix down with a flying forearm! Caliban rolls to his apron as ZMAC takes his spot in the corner!

Zach Davis: GREAT MATCH! The crowd is loving it!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Fenix tags in Caliban who is still woozy, and comes in to Wade running at him...

Gravedigger: POSEIDON PUNCH OUTTA NOWHERE!

Wade drops down and pins Caliban.

ONE.

TWO.

THREE.

Freddy Whoa: WHOA!

Zach Davis: Wade Moor and Zombie McMorris get the win!

The bell sounds... as all four men begin brawling.

Gravedigger: These four dudes have an Internet Title match to determine the Champion.. before ALSO entering War. This is going to be insane.

The bell sounds as Wade Moor brawls with his former partner and Caliban jumps at him, only for Fenix to raise the belt into the air to a crowd that pops.

Denise D'Evil/Thomas Uriel Bates Segment

The scene opens on the parking lot area. We see Denise brushing out her horse as the back door opens. She looks up and smiles as she sees Bates heading towards her. She pushes back a piece of hair, and continues to brush down the horse.

Denise D'Evil: What are you doing out here? You still have your match tonight...

Thomas Uriel Bates: I went to talk to you in your locker room, but you weren't there, and when I asked they said you were out here.

Denise smiles and blushes slightly.

Denise D'Evil: Really? Are you stalking me now?

Thomas Uriel Bates: No... I wanted to ask you if you would like to join me for dinner tomorrow night.

Denise D'Evil: Should we be going out? I mean I am a married woman after all, and our people aren't exactly friendly toward each other.

Bates sighs, and leans against the wall as she continues to brush out her horse.

Thomas Uriel Bates: It's just dinner. And it's also my way of officially apologizing for what happened. What do you say?

Denise D'Evil: I would love to. Here...

Denise hands him a small card and he looks down seeing that her number was on it. She smiles softly as her dark blue eyes sparkle in the lights that lined the parking lot.

Thomas Uriel Bates: All right. I'll give you a call then.

Denise D'Evil: I'll be waiting to hear from you.

Bates turns and heads back inside as Denise sets the brush down, and runs her hand along her horse's side, as she looks back toward the door with a smirk, as the scene fades to black.

Waylon Cash vs Billy vs Vic Venable

“Nobody” By Skindred starts to play, and strobes begin to flash as the crowd cheers wildly. Smoke spews forth from the entrance, as Waylon Cash bursts through, dancing to the music. He reaches out and touches hands with some fans as he takes his time dancing down the ramp.

Kyle Steel: Hailing from Macon, Georgia… he stands six feet, five inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds. He is the Hellbilly… Waylon Cash!

Waylon sprints the last few feet and slides under the bottom rope. He pops up to his feet, and runs to the corner of the ring. He leaps onto the second turnbuckle and throws up his fists, headbanging away as the crowd screams for him. As the music fades, he drops down with a grin on his face.

Zach Davis: Here is Waylon Cash. He's a former World Champion, guys. Ain't nobody to mess with.

Freddy Whoa: Billy and Vic Venable remind me of former World Champions too. Not that they are, of course, but they kind of remind me of them for some reason?

Gravedigger: You're on drugs, Freddy.

"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way. Out of the curtains comes Vic Venable, his ever so confident smirk on his face, and he begins making his way though the smoke to the ring, as the fans cheer him on. While Vic slaps a few hands on his way down, he doesn't linger among them, focused on the goal at hand. He makes it to the ring and climbs on in, and quickly readies himself in the corner, pounding his chest "Wolf of Wall Street" style, as he waits for his opponent.

“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.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

The Hellbilly immediately runs at Vic and hits a High Dropkick. Billy runs at Waylon and gets a Dropkick for his troubles too!

Freddy Whoa: Former Champion standing tall!

Gravedigger: Now is the time, guys, now is the time. It isn't just War season - it is ONE season. One will be here before you know it.

Vic has begun getting to his feet and Waylon runs at him, hitting him with a Running High Knee. Billy is up now too. Waylon runs at him and eats a Big Boot for his troubles.

Gravedigger: Thatta boy, Billy.

Billy goes for the pin.

One.

Two.

No!, Waylon kicks out. Vic Venable runs at Billy and hits an Enziguri!

Zach Davis: Oof! Outta nowhere!

Vic drops down and pins.

One.

two.

No!, Waylon pulls Vic off. Waylon picks Vic up and throws him to the ropes before executing a Snap Powerslam. Waylon turns - only to be rolled up by Billy!

One!

Two!

No!, Waylon kicks out!

Gravedigger: A great many nearfalls to start this match!

Waylon gets back to his feet, as does Billy. Waylon runs at Billy again but Billy catches him and puts him into a Bearhug.

Freddy Whoa: I hate to break it to you guys but Billy isn't that big and he utilizes a lot of power moves... He doesn't have the most effective strategy...

Indeed, Billy gets a little worn out which allows Waylon to escape by clapping his hands into Billy's head. Waylon runs into the ropes and comes back, Bulldogging Billy into the mat. Billy rolls out of the ring as Vic spins Waylon around and hits a few quick jabs to Waylon! The former Champ is sent reeling as Vic throws him to the ropes before executing a Frankensteiner into pin!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!, Waylon again escapes!

Vic backs up and stomps his feet a few times

Zach Davis: Watch your head, Waylon!

BOOM!

Waylon ducks.

HEADSHOT!

Gravedigger: VIC HITS BILLY!

Billy drops and rolls right back out of the ring. Vic and Waylon turn back towards each other and Vic takes Waylon to the mat with a Headlock Takedown. Vic keeps Waylon hooked but lifts him up and executes a Snap Suplex.

Freddy Whoa: And he has him hooked...

Another Snap Suplex!, and Vic still keeps him hooked. And he lifts him up again... lifts him in the air...

Zach Davis: BRAINBUSTER!

Gravedigger: What a combination!

Vic Venable pins Waylon Cash!

One!

Two!

No!, Cash kicks out!

Freddy Whoa: Close but no cigar for Vic!

Vic lifts Waylon up and into a Vertical Suplex before executing a Leg Drop!

Zach Davis: He calls that The Duster!

Vic leaves his leg over Waylon for the pin.

One.

Two.

No!, Billy breaks it up!

Gravedigger: Billy just hit one of his trademark moves, the Gimme 5, several times in a row. He's set to win this.

Billy lifts Vic up and hooks him in a Full Nelson.

Gravedigger: HOOSEGOW!

No!, Vic drops away and rolls Billy up!

One!

Two!

No!, Billy breaks away. Both men to their feet-

Crowd: BOOM! HEADSHOT!

VIC SUPERKICKS BILLY! BILLY DROPS!

Gravedigger: Vic Venable with the pin.

One.

Two!

Zach Davis: THREE!

NO!, broken up by Waylon!, hitting a Flying Double Stomp onto both men!

Freddy Whoa: BULL BREAKER!

Vic rolls out of the ring as Waylon pulls Billy in.

Gravedigger: KILLSHOT! WAYLON HITS IT!

Waylon drops down and pins Billy.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ding ding ding!

Zach Davis: And there you have it! The former World Champion has a victory on the go-home Slam to War!

Waylon's music hits as he gets to his feet and gets his arm raised.

Freddy Whoa: Billy and Vic Venable may not have been former World Champions, but in a lot of ways they are former World Champion calibur athletes, Zach. As far as I'm concerned Waylon has cemented himself as a potential favorite to win War.

Waylon's music continues playing as he leaves.

John Gable Segment

"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.

Gravedigger: What is Gable doing out here again? Giving more excuses not to wrestle? Telling us he is stepping out of WAR too? The putz.

Gable and Lisa walked up the steps and Gable pulls the bottom two ropes apart to let Lisa slip throw before jumping over and requesting mics for both him and Lisa. He smiles as he slowly circles the ring.

John Gable: Now some of you might be sour with me for not giving you the spectacular match you were promised but I honestly it is not in my interest to waste my time with such a one-sided match up. As I have said, WAR is my current interest and I am not going to indulge Seth's need to torture his wrestlers with this nonsense booking! In fact something has come up and this something means it is not my prerogative to answer to WCF.

He stops and stands next to Lisa whom also seems to be in a good mood.

John Gable: You see, I received a call from Philip Burger, the executive producer involved in Eye in the Sky. He said to me 'you must have a guardian angel, John. It has come down the latter, we have a proposition for you.' and I told him, 'but Mr. Berger, I'm done with Hollywood. I am done with that part of my life...' and he chuckled and told me this...'No John, this is not about a role. I couldn't promise you something like that, I don't have that power. What I have for you is a chance to get back at that promotion you work for.'

The crowd erupts with boos as Gable waits for it to quiet down. He looks to Lisa as they both shrug before returning to addressing the crowd.

John Gable: At first I was skeptical but I was interested to hear what he had to say and what he told me was very interesting. There is a matter of business that WCF has failed to realize.

Gable turns to Lisa.

John Gable: You want to tell them?

Lisa Seymour: It would be my pleasure.

Gable steps back as Lisa pulls a piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolds it before reading it to the audience.

Lisa Seymour: On behalf of Paramount studios...Yeah, bet you didn't know it was them who produced it...You would if you went to see the movie! Anyways, On behalf of Paramount studios, I announce in light of their breach of contract, failing to fulfill the dates required in John Gable's contract between Paramount and WCF, Paramount will here-by be suing the Wrestling Championship Federation for expectancy interest for the movie "Eye in the Sky".

Boos arise in the crowd again before Gable tries to speak over them.

John Gable: Hold on, hold on! Now, Berger has placed complete trust in me to do this my way...So instead of taking WCF to court and going through months of legal proceedings where both companies keep delaying and delaying where we don't see an end til we are all old and grey, I suggest something more to the taste of this company...I suggest a match! I am pretty sure Seth has had enough courtrooms to last a lifetime so I will give you the chance to give me an opponent. Not for WAR! I have already made it clear I am saving energy! Not for Slam! Not for Helloween! I want it on a big stage! I want to showcase this on WCF's biggest stage! I want ALL the fans to watch the moment I take down WCF once and for all! I want an opponent for ONE!...If I lose, I will drop the lawsuit, I will never speak of it again! But! If I win...which I assure you will happen. You have to award Paramount with everything they ask for from the lawsuit!

The crowd is now drowning Gable in boos. Him and Lisa laugh heartily as they wait for it to die down again.

John Gable: Now Seth, I don't want you to respond now. I will give you until after WAR, when I will be pretty sure who my opponent will be. But, I just want you to know if you do decline my offer, Paramount WILL take you to court and take you for everything you've got so it is wise to consider my option! My lawyers will keep in touch with you!

"A Little God in My Hands" by Swans plays again as Gable drops the mic. Him and Lisa exit the ring as the crowd once again erupts and boos.

War Return

The arena falls into darkness much to the delight of the crowd.

Zach Davis: Another blackout?

Freddy Whoa: I'm getting about sick of these. I wonder if someone is actually coming back for War.

Gravedigger: Well guys...I'm here to announce that I, Grave-

Gravedigger is immediately overpowered by the strains of the very heavily cliche 'War' by Edwin Starr hits across the PA. On the video screen we see the darkness slowly illuminate a figure, inch by luscious porceline inch is brought to light as we finally see the cascading red tresses falling over the shoulders of the one and only Celeste, she gives a thin smile and licks her lips before raising the glass of red wine she has in her right hand toward the camera.

Celeste: Am I to torment you with senseless videos about medicinal cures? Or am I to rule this silken roster with a fist of wrought iron? Poor babies, it's time you all get euthanized, see you at War for your antidote.

CUT.

Handicapped Match
Joey Flash/Seth Lerch vs Logan

The slow march of a drum roll hits the speakers carrying into "Treachery" by Bleach. Logan slowly steps out onto the entrance ramp to a chorus of cheers. He stands at the top of the ramp, slowing looking around at the masses. He's wearing his signature attire, with a black leather sleeveless vest over it. Logan begins walking down the ramp, taking his time, every now and then pointing out to a member of the audience and talking trash to them. Logan hits ringside, climbing the ring steps, and getting inside the ring stepping through the middle rope. Logan climbs the nearest turnbuckle, gazes around at all the WCF fans cheering at him, and he raises his arm up into the air. After a moment, Logan finally steps down, taking off his vest and throwing it to the outside, and then paces the ring while the music fades.

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. Coming up behind him is Seth Lerch, who is carrying both Tag Team Titles.

Gravedigger: Seth Lerch is currently a supporter of the Hardcore Champion, Torture, and the Tag Team Champions, Joey Flash and Jonny Fly. Seth is also a supporter of the number one commentator, me. It just goes to show you that aligning yourself with Seth guarantees success.

Joey Flash floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.

Zach Davis: That may be, Gravedigger, but he's NOT aligned with Dune... the WORLD Champion. In fact, no one on Seth's side has been World Champion in... well, I can't remember how long!

Flash and Seth, looking cocky, circle the ring not once, but twice. Delaying their entrance and the match even further riling the crowd. Seth and Flash slide into the ring, with Flash sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at Logan with both apathy and disgust... while Seth takes a mic and hands off the Titles.

Freddy Whoa: Looks like Seth has something to say!

Seth takes the mic as the fans begin to boo. He instructs the ref not to call for the bell.

Seth Lerch: This, my friends, is historic. This is the first slaughter... The first of many.

Flash cracks his neck, readying himself for the upcoming match as Seth continues.

Seth Lerch: Logan, you and I share quite a history. And I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I'm sorry to see it go down this way. I'm sorry, because after tonight you're not going to make it to War. The man that has won War more than anyone else in history, a man that equals buyrates to me... I tried to talk Joey out of it, but I think once the bell rings, he's going to destroy you. I'm sorry, man. I love you like a brother, but history is marching on without you, and I'm sure not going to say no to Joey Flash.

Logan marches towards Seth, ready to fight, but Seth puts up his arm to stop him.

Seth Lerch: Wait, wait, wait. Give me a chance, Logan. It's appropriate that Flash is going to take you out here tonight, though, it really is. As much as it is going to pain me to watch it. This is the beginning of the end, once and for all, for you and the fucking "stable wars" nonsense that you brought to WCF over ten years ago. You and your Team of Treachery. Tonight? Flash takes you out. Boom, done. At War? He takes Dune's World Title. And about a month from now at Hellimination, this stable wars nonsense ends once and for all, one way or another.

The fans buzz, not sure what that means.

Seth Lerch: But I'm getting ahead of myself. Flash, do your thing.

The bell sounds as Seth gets onto the apron.

Zach Davis: Here we go!

Pissed after all of Seth's nonsense, Logan runs... and bypasses Fly, jumping towards Seth. Seth drops from the apron, escaping Logan, but allowing Flash to grab Logan from behind and execute a Belly to Back Suplex. Logan stumbles up from that only to get a vicious series of kicks from Flash that end with a Neckbreaker.

Freddy Whoa: For all of Seth's words, Joey Flash shouldn't underestimate Logan. Logan is, indeed, a multi time WCF Champion, and he's won War more than anyone.

Flash backs off Logan and lets the Face of Treachery stumble to his feet. Logan turns and Flash hits a STIFF bitchslap, just toying with the former Champion. Logan, angered, goes for a Backhand Chop, which Flash easily ducks. Flash then grabs him from behind.

Zach Davis: ITALIAN SUPLEX!

NO! LOGAN LANDS ON HIS FEET! SLEEPER APPLIED!

Gravedigger: CONNECTOR!

No!, Flash elbows his way out of it and swiftly turns, punching Logan right in the face.

Freddy Whoa: SUDDEN FLASH!

Seth is reaching his hand out, which Flash tags. Logan, who is knocked out, is pulled in by Seth.

Zach Davis: These two men have more of a history than ANYONE in WCF, or really, anyone in wrestling today.

Seth lifts Logan up.

Gravedigger: And Seth hits his signature Crucifix Powerbomb.... I Own You.

Seth rolls on top of Logan, hooking his leg.

One.

Two.

Three.

The bell sounds.

Freddy Whoa: And there you have it!

Seth rolls off of Logan and stands up as Flash joins him. The two men pick Logan up and toss him out of the ring. Seth taunts Logan as Flash climbs the turnbuckle and makes the "belt around waist" taunt.

Gravedigger: Flash could've pinned Logan himself so that he could tell Dune he just pinned the most decorated man in WCF history, but you know what? Flash doesn't need to do that. At War, Joey Flash KNOWS he's going to walk in and beat Dune.

Zach Davis: Dumb question, but what if Joey Flash beats Dune, and Jonny Fly enters War and wins?

Seth and Flash continue to taunt.

Freddy Whoa: ...Jonny Fly vs Joey Flash: Never gonna happen.

Seth and Flash fist bump as the two exit the ring.

Another War Return!

“Destruction” by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers. The crowd erupts in celebration and all look in different directions, not knowing where, or maybe…if it is actually him.

Their prayers are answered as we see Occulo stood under a single spotlight. He is wearing tight white pants and white wristbands, with his short black hair gelled back. He smiles and heads down to the ring, tapping the hands of the fans as he does. He climbs over the guardrail and enters the ring, saluting the crowd and lifting a microphone up to his chin.

Occulo: I hear-

He can’t get a word in as the crowd chant his name.

Occulo: I hear there’s a War coming…

The crowd carry on chanting

Occulo: …the landscape has changed quite a bit since I’ve been gone huh? People have come. People have gone, and Joey Flash has finally got his World Title shot. It’s about time on that one. So what am I doing back? What have I come to achieve? Well, that depends on who you’re asking. Occulo the wrestler is coming back to be the best. Occulo the son…is back for something quite different. John Mullins, I stand here alive, well, and I think to your ultimate displeasure…happy. I’m happy to be back to entertain these people and show them that I can rise up from the desolation of near-retirement to the peak of glory. Our issues between us John will be kept between us two. For now though, WCF, see you at War.

His music blasts through the speakers again and he makes his way up to the ramp, again saluting the crowd.

Television Title Match
Cage Match
Los Tiburones vs Teo Del Sol

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: If you are not looking forward to this match, you cannot call yourself a wrestling fan. Steel Cage, two men enter, one man leaves, and we are finally going to settle the score between Teo and Los Tiburones!

Zach Davis: We have heard nothing but anger from both of these men, and Tiburones has taken every opportunity to bend the rules, so WCF decided, why not throw the rules out at the outset?

Gravedigger: Now that’s a school of thought I can get behind, Zach!

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!

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, our television champion! I tell you, he said from the outset that he wants to be a fighting champion, and he has proved it every single week so far!

Gravedigger: Fighting Champion, right, he’s fought the same guy three times in a row!

Freddy Whoa: Well I mean, he could have just taken the draw and asked for a new opponent.

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.

The referee takes the title from Teo and holds it up, reminding the crowd just what is on the line in the match. Teo and Tiburones lock eyes and stare daggers at one another, almost unable to contain their anger towards one another. Teo del Sol and Tiburones stare at each other tentatively across the ring, the tension in the air palpable.

The referee beckons the two men to the center of the ring to explain the rules, Teo stares daggers at Tiburones, but Tiburones spits right in Teo’s face! Teo angrily tries to push towards Tiburones but the referee holds him back.

Zach Davis: Oh come on! What a show of classlessness from Tiburones!

Freddy Whoa: Tiburones playing mind games early.

The referee pushes Teo back into his corner as the cage descends, Tiburones returns his anger with a cocky smile as the bell rings. As soon as the ref lets go Teo charges across the ring and begins throwing closed fist shots towards Tiburones! Tiburones is caught off-guard, and staggered by the shots, but responds with punches of his own! The two begin recklessly trading closed fist shots as the crowd goes wild!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Looks like there’s some pent-up aggression!

Gravedigger: I’m glad WCF gives these fine men an avenue to work that out.

Despite Teo striking with cleaner form, Tiburones has an unquestionable size and power advantage, and he connects with a solid right that buckles Teo’s knees! He grabs Teo by the back of the head and rams him face first into the steel mesh! The crowd boos as Tiburones laughs, picking the wobbled Teo up into a samoan drop! Tiburones grins and rolls over, grabbing Teo by the sides of his head…

But no! Teo suddenly raises his knee, bringing it against Tiburones’s head! Tiburones is stunned by the shot, and Teo takes advantage with a small package!

1…

2…

No! Tiburones kicks out at 2!

Freddy Whoa: Teo saw that coming, huh guys?

Zach Davis: Well, these two have fought every week, they must have gotten used to each other’s style by now, Freddy!

Tiburones is first to his feet, and goes to stomp on Teo’s face!

But no! Teo catches his boot and rolls over into a drop toehold! Now Tiburones goes face first into the cage wall! Tiburones rebounds to his feet, staggered, but Teo takes advantage with a running bulldog, slamming Tiburones’s face into the steel mesh! Tiburones collapses to the ground as Teo gets to his feet. Teo runs to the ropes and goes for a running senton!

But no! Tiburones raises his knees to catch the luchador!

But Teo sees it coming and rolls over Tiburones with a front flip, landing on his feet! He turns and hits the prone Tiburones with a high elbow drop!

Gravedigger: It’s like these two studied each other’s playbooks before the match got started!

Freddy Whoa: But for now it looks like Teo is adapting better, Digger!

Gravedigger: I was going to say that Freddy, let me finish next time.

Tiburones makes it slowly to his feet, but Teo keeps the pressure on with a dropkick to Tiburones’s knee! Tiburones goes down on one knee as Teo goes to grab a headlock!

But Tiburones suddenly springs up with a burst of strength, grabbing Teo and running him into the cage wall with a running spinebuster! The crowd recoils as the mesh bends under the pressure!

Zach Davis: Ooooh, I guarantee Teo will be feeling that tomorrow!

Tiburones goes for a cover!

1…

2…

No! Teo kicks out at 2! Tiburones is clearly frustrated, but he gets an evil look in his eye and begins yanking at the laces on the back of Teo’s mask! Teo immediately comes to life as he realizes what Tiburones is doing and slaps Tiburones across the face! Tiburones responds with an outraged look, but it slowly turns into a knowing grin, and he gestures toward the mask.

Zach Davis: Whoa, Teo really got mad there, Freddy!

Gravedigger: Can you blame him? This kid’s mask is his life! You wanna hurt a luchador, you go for the mask.

Freddy Whoa: But isn’t that Dishonorable in Lucha culture?

Gravedigger: You think honor matters to Tiburones, Freddy?

Teo goes for a roundhouse kick to Tiburones’s midsection, trying to knock the wind out of him!

But no! Tiburones catches Teo’s leg and throws it to the ground, grabbing him in another samoan drop!

But no! Teo reverses the samoan drop, catching Tiburones’s arms and rolling into a crucifix pin!

But no! Tiburones rolls backwards out of it and goes for a dropkick to his grounded opponent!

But no! Teo kips up out of the way and turns into a buzzsaw kick!

But no! Tiburones dodges out of the way and catches Teo in a back suplex!

But no! Teo rolls over as Tiburones lifts him, landing on his feet! The crowd goes wild at the fast paced series of reversals!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Did you see that? I’ve never seen such fast paced grappling before!

Gravedigger: That’s what you call Lucha Libre, Freddy. Like caged ferrets!

Crowd: Lu Cha! Lu Cha! Lu Cha!

Teo and Tiburones look at the roaring crowd and at each other, Teo stops and bows to the crowd, who respond with an explosive cheer! Tiburones turns and bows to the crowd, who respond with a chorus of boos! Tiburones responds by flipping off the crowd.

Teo shouts angrily at Tiburones who responds with a lariat out of nowhere! But Teo sees it coming and ducks behind Tiburones with a sleeper hold!

Zach Davis: Teo catches Tiburones, and this looks tight!

Tiburones struggles against the suffocating hold, but realizing that there’s no way to break it, he begins desperately clawing at Teo’s face, finally finding something to grab onto as he begins pulling the mask loose! Teo has no choice but to release the hold or risk being unmasked, and Tiburones takes advantage with a thumb to the eye!

Freddy Whoa: Again with the mask! You think Tiburones took offense to what Teo said this week?

Gravedigger: If he didn’t, then he’s a bigger man than I am.

Tiburones goes for a running knee to Teo’s head, but Teo manages to dodge it! Tiburones rebounds off the ropes as Teo goes for a dropkick! But Tiburones manages to hang onto the ropes, causing Teo to crash against the mat, where Tiburones quickly lands a hard elbow drop to his chest!

Zach Davis: That’ll knock the wind out of anyone!

Gravedigger: Like being punched with a jackhammer, Zach!

Tiburones drags Teo over to the ropes and lays him against the cage, propped up by the ropes. Tiburones steps back across the ring and raises his fingers as though he were taking a picture, before charging at Teo with a running senton!

But Teo manages to lean back and catch Tiburones shoulders, catching him midair and pinning his shoulders to the ground! Tiburones kicks his legs helplessly as the ref counts!

1…

2…

No! Tiburones manages to escape with a back roll, and quickly throws a dropkick, knocking Teo’s head into the cage wall! Teo is stunned, and Tiburones sees an opportunity, going to the opposite side of the ring and slowly climbing the cage wall!

Zach Davis: Tiburones sees an opening! He’s going to try to sneak out!

The crowd roars, trying to will Teo back into the match, Tiburones slowly makes it to the top rope, and goes to place his hands on the top of the cage…

But Teo suddenly comes back to life, reinvigorated by the roar of the crowd! He runs across and throws himself at the cage wall, jumping to the top rope next to Tiburones! The two balance on the top rope, holding onto the cage wall for dear life! Tiburones turns towards Teo and connects with a backhand chop!

Crowd: Wooooooooo!

Teo recoils in pain, as Tiburones lands a second, eliciting another “Woo” from the crowd! Teo responds with a kick to Tiburones’s head! The crowd roars in excitement as Teo connects with kick after kick as Tiburones barely manages to block! Finally, Teo jumps off of the ropes and spins, connecting with a midair Habanero Hurricane!

Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!

Zach Davis: What Athleticism!

Gravedigger: ….I’ve got nothing.

Tiburones hangs comically on the top rope before finally collapsing to the canvas in a heap. Teo takes advantage and rolls him over into a cover!

1…

2…

3…

No! Tiburones manages to barely get his shoulder up! Teo looks at his fallen opponent in disbelief, but takes advantage of the opportunity to begin climbing the cage wall! Tiburones slowly makes it back to his feet to give chase, but Teo has already made it to the top and is over the edge!

Zach Davis: He’s made it, all he has to do is fall!

But no! Tiburones reaches over and grabs Teo by the mask! Teo clings to the wall, but Tiburones’s grip is iron, and Teo can’t let go of the cage for fear of the mask coming off! Teo clings desperately, but he has no choice, and climbs back to the top of the cage!

Gravedigger: Oh come on! All he had to do was let go, who cares if the mask comes off?

Zach Davis: But to let Tiburones keep it? That seems almost worse than losing the title.

Gravedigger: Worse than losing- Shut up Zach!

Teo and Tiburones balance at the top of the steel cage, but before Tiburones can take advantage, Teo drives a knee into his head! Then another, and another! Tiburones is unable to block for fear of falling from the cage, but he wilts under the constant punishment and finally collapses back into the ring! Teo looks at his fallen opponent, and looks at the cage wall, then looks at Tiburones, laying in the ring, and looks at the crowd, who begin roaring.

Freddy Whoa: He couldn’t be thinking…

Zach Davis: You know he is…

Teo nods with a grin, turning to make his way to his feet! Using one of the cables for support, he manages to stand on top of the steel cage, crosses himself and points up before hurling himself into the air, coming down off the top of the cage with the biggest Habanero High Dive of his life!

Freddy Whoa: Oh my god!

Zach Davis: Is he crazy? Get a doctor out here! We need a doctor!

Gravedigger: This kid has to be nuts! I mean, he just, and he-

Teo bounces across the ring, rolling into the corner, clearly hurt from the dive, but unable to make a cover! The two men simply do their best to recover from the punishment.

Zach Davis: What a move by Teo! But you have to wonder if it was wise!

Gravedigger: Wise or not, we have a new highlight reel for the WCF opening!

Teo is the first to his feet, and approaches Tiburones with a determined look in his eyes. He reaches down to Tiburones, who is still on his hands and knees, and grabs the laces of his mask, within seconds, Teo his whipped the mask from his face, exposing it!

Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Tiburones is unmasked, Tiburones is unmasked!

But without missing a beat, Tiburones suddenly turns and connects with a low blow! Teo doubles over, dropping the mask, and Tiburones kicks it into the corner! He approaches Teo and grabs him with the powerbomb position, before flipping over into a Dolphin Driver! Tiburones grins, taking a moment to soak in the boos of the crowd, before putting his foot on the fallen Teo!

One…

Two…

Three…

No! Teo barely manages to get his shoulder up, Tiburones looks down at his opponent, shaking his head in frustration, before stomping on Teo’s stomach! Teo rolls over in pain, but rather than going for another cover, Tiburones simply walks towards the cage door, as he approaches it the referee unlocks it, and Teo tries to follow, but the punishment of the match has finally caught up with him, and though he determinedly claws his way towards the exit, Tiburones manages to step out of the cage.

[DING DING DING]

Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and NEEEWWW Television Champion, Los Tiburooooones!!

Freddy Whoa: That’s it guys! Tiburones is our new television champion!

Zach Davis: Yeah, off of a low blow, but why didn’t he care about being unmasked?

Gravedigger: You think Tiburones cares about losing his honor? He has the Television Title Zach, he’s a winner! That’s all that matters.

Tiburones grabs the shining golden belt and turns toward the audience, flipping them off as boos ring throughout the arena and the show cuts to commercial.

Gravedigger: Well-

Master of Puppets hits.

Zach Davis: Zuh?

Gravedigger: Apparently Seth has something to say!

Seth steps out from the back, mic in hand. The ref has handed Los Tiburones the Television Title.

Seth Lerch: Look, guys. Good stuff. GREAT stuff, in fact. But I've gotta be honest. I'm in this for the money, and the fans have been loving this feud. LOVING it.

Los Tiburones taps his foot. For a little bit, until the pain of a hard fought matchup reaches him; he stops.

Seth Lerch: So you two.. you've got one. more. match.

The fans pop!

Seth Lerch: At War, you two will fight once more. Los Tiburones, you think you deserve that belt? We'll see if you can pin Teo Del Sol!

Seth leaves as Los Tiburones flips out.

Zach Davis: Los Tiburones won the belt by escaping, guys, but he can't escape at War! He's got to beat Teo Del Sol!

Freddy Whoa: But CAN he? Can he really defeat him!?

Torture Segment

Kings of Leon hits the airwaves and Torture steps right out from the curtain and his Team of Torture are trying to slow him down. Torture walks down the ramp and right up the steps and right into the ring.

Gravedigger: Not exactly sure what is going on here..

Zach Davis: We'll find out together!

Torture grabs a microphone and the crowd is just booing.

Torture: You backwoods fried mayonaise eating pieces of shit.

Crowd boos.

Torture: You're just like the little bitches in the back who can't keep their mouths shut! What? I'm supposed to bow down for you jobbers? You two timin' hacks? I'm the greatest World Heavyweight Hardcore Champion Wrestling Championship Federation has ever seen!

Zach Davis: Do want to remind you folks at home, he's JUST the Hardcore Champion..

Torture: I was the first to announce that I would be in this year's WAR and I'm guaranteeing you right now I will be the LAST man IN WAR!

Crowd is booing. Avery is trying to calm Torture down. Tort shrugs him off.

Torture: You know what? Listen to me closely.. I'm going to do something no one has ever done in Wrestling Championship Federation history!

Zach Davis: What is he talking about?!

Torture: When I win WAR next Sunday Night.. I will have done so .. by successfully defending my World Heavyweight Hardcore Championship against the entire roster of WCF! You want this ten pound strap!? BEAT ME. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T!

Crowd half-pops.

Torture: So WCF I beg you to send your ghosts of WAR's past. I dare you to send your best. I PRAY.. I PRAY... you send me all you have... because when it's all done.. when the dust has settled.. AT WAR.. TORTURE WILL BE YOUR WINNER.. AND GREATEST WORLD HARDCORE CHAMPION..

Torture throws down the microphone.

Zach Davis: He's going to defend his Hardcore Championship at WAR?!

Gravedigger: That's what he said!

Trios Titles Match
Jay Omega/Alex Richards/Jeff Purse vs Thomas Uriel Bates/Gemini Battle/Doug Murdock

Kyle Steel: The following Main Event is set for one fall and it is for your WCF Trios Championship! Introducing first, the challengers . . .

The Ever Mysterious theme music of Pantheon, indescribable by words, begins to play over the PA system, accompanied by gold and purple fireworks up and down the ramp. Jeff Purse and Jay Omega burst through the curtain first, throwing their arms up energetically while Alex Richards brings up the rear, Doctor Bag in hand and a huge smile across his face. A second set of fireworks explode around them, and then the smaller members of Pantheon charge down the ramp, leaping into the ring; Alex Richards comes back at a more leisurely pace, using the steel steps to make his own entrance. Omega and Purse mount the turnbuckles while Alex Richards stands in the center of the ring, hoisting his bag high.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at a combined weight of Seven Hundred and Eighty-Six Pounds, they are Alex Richards, Jay Omega, and Jeff Purse . . . PANTHEON!

Freddy Whoa: The challengers sure are excited for the challenge ahead.

Zach Davis: This is a chance that Pantheon has never had before; the Trios Championship was not a thing two years ago. To win now would to show everything that they still have it.

Kyle Steel: And their opponents, your Trios Champions . . .

The sounds of several Harley-Davidson motorcycles blare over the PA System. The engines fade away and are replaced by "Call Me the Breeze" by Lynyrd Skynyrd. Thomas Uriel Bates is the first to step out to the stage, followed by Gemini Battle and Doug Murdock, their titles displayed proudly across their shoulders. They all walk down to the ring, with Bates leading the way. Once ringside, Bates pulls himself up to the apron as Murdock and Gemini move around the ring, sliding under the bottom rope to enter; Bates is the last to join the group, stepping over the top rope. Doug and Gemini mount turnbuckles while Bates gives his battle cry in the ring. The crowd goes absolutely nuts at this, basking in the presence of the champions and their glittering gold.

Kyle Steel: Weighing in at a combined weight of Nine Hundred and Eighteen Pounds, they are Doug Murdock, Gemini Battle, and Thomas Uriel Bates . . . DRG!

Zach Davis: The fans here in Alabama absolutely love them some DRG, given the fact that Thomas Uriel Bates lives in nearby Huntsville.

Gravedigger: Who cares? Its Alabama.

The respective competitors pass off their items to the ringside staff, backing into their corners as the crowd awaits rather impatiently for their Main Event. There is discussion had between both teams about who would start the match, before Gemini Battle and Jay Omega step forward to begin the match. The four other men step onto the apron, as the referee holds up one of the three title belts, securing a second big pop from the crowd.

Zach Davis: We cannot forget, though, that DRG beat Pantheon to win the match. They’ve proven themselves already and against the three members, one could debate, who have more storied and more impressive careers than the three in the ring.

Freddy Whoa: I put it this way: there’s only one former World Champion in that ring and he isn’t DRG. This is a challenge to their reign, plain and simple.

Gravedigger: Six superstars in the ring and one on the commentary team. Could we ask for more for our Slam Main Event?

The two competitors step forward, their friends and teammates watching intently from the apron, as the title is passed off to the outside. Then, without further ado, the bell tolls to begin what was sure to be a hellacious match.

DING DING DING

The two men begin to circle each other, sizing each other up as the crowd roils around them. Omega strikes out a few times with some test kicks, hitting only air as Battle dances out of the way. Gemini calls for a tie-up and, after a moment, Omega obliges. They lock up with Jay quickly taking control with his technical skill, putting Omega into a side headlock. This transitions into a quick snapmere with the headlock held on the ground. Gemini weasels out of the hold, popping to his feet and trying to kick the seated Omega across the chin. Omega evades by falling onto his back, only to eat an elbow drop from Gemini who quickly follows up. Both men pop to their feet immediately, watching each other intently as the crowd pops.

Zach Davis: Athletic display from the pair.

Gravedigger: That’s because it’s still a wrestling match. Give it time and soon we’re just going to have a fight on our hands.

Doug starts slapping the turnbuckle beside him, begging to get into the match, to which Battle obliges; Jay Omega does the same for Jeff Purse, who was itching to wet his thirst for the fight as well. The new set of competitors step forward, both full of adrenaline, fueled by the crowd. They lock up, Jeff Purse quickly transitioning it into a standing arm wrench. Doug, finding no usefulness in technical display, simply elbows the former World Champ in the nose. Then, shooting the ropes, Murdock comes back with a clothesline in mind. A drop-toe hold, though, puts Doug on his stomach, which Purse then attempts to turn into an ankle hold. Murdock rolls over onto his back, planting a boot in the chest of Purse, sending him into the ropes. Purse uses the rebound to come back with a punt kick that Doug dodges by kipping to his feet. Murdock claps Purse across the ears before wrapping his arms around Purse, German suplex in mind. Purse nails him with an elbow of his own, knocking Doug onto his back, before attempting a standing moonsault. Doug rolls out of the way and Purse, noticing them in the air, rotates so he lands on his feet, staring the champ down.

Freddy Whoa: This is amazing, given the fact that they haven’t really done anything.

Gravedigger: Give it time.

Both men look back at their corner, the crowd popping as realization passes through them like a wave; then, the big men, Alex Richards and Thomas Bates tag into the match, stepping slowly into the ring. The pair meet each other in the center, chest to chest, as the crowd awaits the onslaught. Richards slaps his chest, yelling loud enough for the crowd to hear, “Hit me! I am no wo-man!” And with a big-wind up, Bates obliges, walloping Richards across the jaw, thus beginning the slug fest. Haymakers from Bates, haymakers from Richards, as the crowd cheers both men with each strike. And then, to many of their surprise, Richards begins to take control with his strikes, topping it all off with a brutal headbutt to the bridge of Thomas’ nose. And then Richards tries to pick Bates up for a Body Slam.

Zach Davis: Things are picking up now.

Freddy Whoa: All except Thomas Bates, who just won’t leave his feet.

Indeed, despite all of Richards’ effort, Bates was not coming off the mat. And then the champ comes alive, nailing Alex with an uppercut before hoisting him up into the Military Press with ease!

Zach Davis: The Memphis Giant Slam this early?

Gravedigger: Give it a second.

One press, two press and then, out of nowhere, Jay Omega and Jeff Purse come flying in with springboard dropkicks!

Gravedigger: And there it is.

Zach Davis: The fight has finally begun.

Despite taking two sets of boots to his face, Bates still doesn’t hit the mat; Richards is able, though, to slip out of the press, landing on his feet in front of the champ. Then, with Thomas still stunned, Alex Richards goes for and succeeds in a ring-shaking Body Slam. The first pin fall of the night follows.

Freddy Whoa: I haven’t seen anything shake that much since Gravedigger’s mother rolled out of the bed this morning

ONE!

Kickout

Bates kicks out without any aid from his teammates, though not from lack of effort on their part. At the completion of the body slam, Gemini and Doug both vaulted into the ring, taking the fight to Purse and Omega. Now with all six competitors in the ring, the referee can do little except watch the chaos unfold. Gemini versus Jeff Purse and Doug versus Omega in two corners while Alex Richards stomps away at Bates on the ground. Omega and Purse take control of their brawls, backing Gemini and Doug into the corners; then, pointing at each other for confirmation, the pair procced to strike with sick superkicks, the clap of boot against flesh ringing in the arena!

Zach Davis: I guess we’re going to have us a Superkick party tonight!

Doug rolls out of the ring to the floor while Gemini drops onto his backside in the corner; calling Omega and Richards over, the three begin to stomp incessantly on the downed Battle. This goes on for a few moments, giving Bates the time to find his feet, unbeknownst to Pantheon.

Gravedigger: Whoops.

Charging into the fray, Bates lays out Omega with a heavy elbow strike to the back of the head, the force of it sending Omega tumbling over the top rope to the floor below. Richards turns to meet Bates, who simply grabs him by the head and tosses him and his three-hundred plus pounds into the center of the ring, before clotheslining Purse over the top rope to the unforgiving concrete below. Thomas pulls Gemini to his feet and still finds the time to turn to catch the charging Richards, lifting him high, and dropping him head first onto the turnbuckle with a sick flapjack.

Zach Davis: Thomas Bates sure knows how to clear a ring, all in the name of helping Gemini Battle in a time of need.

Freddy Whoa: And now the champs have an idea.

With Doug stomping away on Omega outside, and Purse still down, Gemini and Bates have more than enough time to discuss the downfall of Richards, who is stunned in the corner. Moving to the opposite of the ring, Gemini backs into the corner, holding his arm out for Bates to take hold of. Then with the strength of a mountain, Bates whips Gemini across the ring straight into a massive splash that traps Alex between the thinly padded turnbuckles and the missile known as Gemini Battle. The force alone sends Richards stumbling forward into the awaiting arms of Thomas Bates who proceeds to drive him to the mat with a massive belly to belly suplex. A pinfall follows.

Zach Davis: DRG back in control.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout

Despite the series of events, Alex Richards still wasn’t worn down enough for the three count, not that it bothered DRG; Gemini Battle steps onto the apron long enough to legally tag into the match, while Bate exits, surveying the outside. Doug Murdock, meanwhile had Omega against the barricade, lighting his chest up with knife edge chops, while Jeff Purse was still trying to find his feet outside. Indeed, the match was in DRG’s favor right now. So, with the momentum on his side, Gemini tries to end the match right there with his signature modified surfboard.

Zach Davis: The Victory March is locked in!

Gravedigger: But it seems Purse has finally remembered how to stand up.

Jeff Purse, with a burst of speed, leaps onto the apron before springboarding into the ring, breaking the submission with a senton. Kipping to his feet, Purse steps over to the corner, nailing Bates with an enzuigiri before the big man can interfere, sending Thomas to one knee, before turning his attention back to Gemini. Waiting for the champ to reach his feet, Purse rushes in, taking him right back down to the mat with a neckbreaker. Then the former World Champ ascends the top rope, holding up five fingers as the crowd watches in interest.

Freddy Whoa: The Deflator!

Zach Davis: But here comes Doug Mur—Holy Crap!

Doug, noticing the shift in momentum of the ring, climbed onto the same apron that Bates was still kneeling on. Then, charging forward, just as Purse rises to his full height, Murdock uses Bates as a stepping stone, putting him high the air to spear Jeff Purse off of the top! The pair crash into the barricade as the crowd resonates Zach’s exclamation with a “Holy Shit” chant.

Zach Davis: Look at how much these men are willing to put their bodies on the line to claim these titles.

Gravedigger: Eh, I’ve seen better.

The high-impact move caught the attention of the other members of DRG long enough to allow Alex Richards to roll to his corner, tagging in Jay Omega who had returned to the apron after Murdock had left him on the outside. Coming up behind Gemini, Omega tries to steal the match with a roll-up.

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout.

Omega pops to his feet immediately, laying the boots onto Gemini to keep him on the mat. This is to little avail as Gemini still pushes himself to his feet, leading to a slug fest into the center of the ring. Jay Omega goes for a spinning kick, which Gemini ducks under, sending Omega into a rotation that had him land on his feet, back to Gemini. Wrapping his arm around Omega’s head, Gemini spikes Omega to the mat with Omega landing neck first on Battle’s awaiting knees.

Freddy Whoa: God’s Paradox!

A pinfall ensues.

ONE!

TWO!

TH—

Kickout

Despite Gemini’s best efforts, Omega still kicks out, rolling onto his stomach and pulling himself to his corner. Gemini grabs him by the ankle and drags him back to their respective corner, tagging in Doug Murdock who had somehow recovered from the high-impact tumble to the outside; Jeff Purse himself was almost to his feet as well, clutching at his ribs but otherwise unbroken. Still, not Purse nor Richards nor Omega himself stop the springboard knee drop onto the back of Omega’s head, Murdock rolling with the momentum to pop to his feet, arms held high.

Zach Davis: The Thug is enjoying the intensity of the match tonight.

Gravediggers: Thugs have a tendency to smile at the worst of times. Just ask Freddy here.

Purse finally made his way back to the apron, only to eat an elbow from the charging Murdock; Alex Richards gets one as well for good measure, putting both of the members of Pantheon onto their knees on the apron. Then, exploding from that corner, Doug charges into Omega with a massive Cross-Check in mind. But Omega catches him! Using the momentum, Omega spins and drives Doug to the mat with a Scrapbuster Slam. Omega pops to his feet by instinct, before stumbling for a step, clutching his head. Purse rises to his feet, calling for the tag with an aggressive fervor unseen from the former World Champ. He’s clapping, yelling, begging for the tag to the point that the crowd is fully behind him. So Omega, dragging the groggy Murdock along with him, Purse slaps Jay across the back to enter the match.

Zach Davis: And Jeff Purse, after being speared off of the top rope, is still rearing for a fight. If that isn’t WCF wrestling, I don’t know what is.

Pulling Murdock close, Omega spikes the champ into the bottom turnbuckle with a STO before rolling out of the way as Jeff Purse comes in hot with a springboard double-foot stomp onto Doug’s head, squishing him against the steel. Tumbling backwards, Jeff rolls to a crouch, waiting for Doug to roll over, so that he was sitting in the corner, before charging forward, catching Murdock under the chin with a stiff dropkick. Kipping to his feet, Jeff Purse stomps away at the downed Murdock until, to the surprise of many, a five count was initiated by the referee. Purse finally stops at four before grabbing Murdock, tossing his body like a doll into the center of the ring, glazed eyes to the sky. Then pointing to the ceiling himself, Purse holds up the five fingers again before ascending the top rope a second time.

Freddy Whoa: Will we see The Deflator now?

Gravedigger: Nope.

Indeed, Doug Murdock had the ring awareness to roll out of harm’s reach, landing into a crouch as Gemini Battle and Thomas Bates step into the ring to flank him. Jeff Purse stays perched on the top for a moment while Richards and Omega join the ring, before dropping to the mat. The six men stare at each other for a moment as the crowd gives a huge pop before finally charging forward.

Zach Davis: Complete and utter chaos tonight.

Gemini and Doug back Purse and Richards into the ropes, wailing away with blows at any unguarded body part, while Purse is kicking away at Bates’ legs. Double uppercuts from DRG stun the Pantheon members pressed against the edge, followed by double clotheslines that send them flipping onto the concrete below; somehow they land on their feet, only be knocked down by a flying Jeff Purse, who Bates basically tossed out of the ring on top of them. Doug Murdock and Thomas Bates step aside, giving Battle a free lane to shoot the ropes and then leap to the outside with a suicide dive onto the three members of Pantheon. But Omega, Purse, and Richards are still quick to get to their feet after that, so Murdock shoots the ropes as well, taking them back down to the mat with a second suicide dive. But somehow, Pantheon are still stirring, so Thomas Bates, after a scan of the crowd, shoots the ropes . . .

Freddy Whoa: Oh God.

Thomas Bates’ comes back on the rebound, the entire arena expecting him to fly over the top ropes, but instead he simply hits the ropes, bouncing back into the center of the ring with a war cry and one massive fist held high; while not a suicide dive, it still had the crowd rolling. Then, with Doug Murdock feeding him a battered Jeff Purse, Thomas Bates hoists him up overhead, before driving Jeff Purse into the mat with a huge Alabama Slam! Doug Murdock, the legal man, slides into the ring and goes immediately for the pin, hoping to secure the victory for the team

Zach Davis: I’m sure these people here enjoyed that homage more. That has got to be it for Pantheon!

ONE!

TWO!

THR—

Kickout

NO! Jeff Purse, despite it all, still found the willpower to kick out, continuing the match. Even then, Jeff Purse is near lifeless on the map as Bates climbs onto the apron, calling for the tag so he could end this match once and for all; Gemini joins Doug on the apron, with Omega and Richards still down on the outside, to watch their friend finish Jeff Purse. Thomas Bates waits, back against the rope, meaning he had only one technique in mind.

Zach Davis: We’re about to see ourselves a Bates’ Boot tonight, folks.

Gravedigger: Not if Jay Omega has anything to say about it.

Omega was getting to his feet on the outside, forcing Gemini Battle to get creative. Vaulting himself high into the air, Gemini lands gracefully onto Bates’ shoulders before leaping back with a picture perfect moonsault aimed right for Omega. But Jay steps out of the way, allowing Gemini to crash straight into the concrete below.

Freddy Whoa: Gemini Battle crashes and burns with that gravity defying moonsault.

Zach Davis: And now Doug Murdock is coming to the rescue.

Doug drops to the concrete, moving past Alex Richards who was fishing around in his Doctor’s Bag, moving towards Jay Omega with a Cross-Check in mind. But again, Omega has that move well scouted, stopping the champ in his tracks with a sick bitch slap. Omega hit him so hard that Doug did a one eighty straight into a heavy blow from Richards and his, of all things, rubber chicken; Murdock hits the floor like a rock, clutching at his head, where a few thumb tacks were visibly embedded into his forehead.

Freddy Whoa: I thought him so well.

Gravedigger: Was that a reference to the slap or the chicken.

Zach Davis: Does it matter? Alex Richards hit Doug Murdock with a loaded weapon and the referee didn’t see because Purse is on his feet and Thomas Bates is whipping him into the ropes. BATES’ BOOT!

Freddy Whoa: NO! Jeff Purse ducks underneath. And here comes the cavalry.

Alex Richards is the first into the ring, hitting Bates with a heavy big boot as he turned to face Jeff Purse who had somehow evaded the brutal front kick. Thomas barely budges from the strike, though, moving to grab Richards by the throat for a chokeslam. Jeff Purse intervenes and delivers a sick Superkick under the jaw of the big man.

Freddy Whoa: The Spoke!

Zach Davis: But Thomas Bates is still on his feet!

And not only was he on his feet, but he still had the strength to shove Purse and Richards aside. This left Jay Omega, who was last to enter the ring, more than enough space to hit his 540 hook kick that sent the champ crashing to the mat below.

Freddy Whoa: Thunderclap!

Zach Davis: And Jeff Purse, who is still the legal man, ascends the top rope, five fingers held high. He leaps . . . The Deflator connects!

And with Alex Richards and Jay Omega defending him from interference, Jeff Purse crashes onto Bates with a Frog splash that utterly shook the foundation of the arena with its build, a pinfall to follow.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Gravedigger: OH MY GOD!

The bell sounds. The Mysterious Pantheon Theme hits.

Zach Davis: THEY'VE DONE IT!

Jeff Purse, Jay Omega, and Alex Richards stand up as they're given the Trios Championship belts.

Freddy Whoa: This is the first ever Championship change for the Trios Titles, and Pantheon has claimed that right over the Dark Riders Gang!

The fans begin to chant.

Crowd: PAN-THE-ON! PAN-THE-ON!

Gravedigger: Ugh...

Jeff Purse, Alex Richards, and Jay Omega clutch their belts before rolling out of the ring as the DRG is about to attack them. Pantheon backpeddles up the ramp.

Zach Davis: Pantheon claims to be the greatest stable ever in professional wrestling. They've just won the Trios Titles. And we've got War coming up.

Freddy Whoa: Is Pantheon... is Pantheon rising again?

The house lights flicker, as strobe lights flicker as Oblivion by Mastadon blares out from the arena's speakers. Oblivion comes out to the entrance stage to the roar of thunderous boos and electric cheers. The Monster bolts down the entrance ramp.

Gravedigger: Here comes Oblivion!! The Monster looks pissed.

Zach Davis: Oblivion's are still bandaged up. In IT's match earlier Cletus T. Clyde, IT's opponent tried to take off the bandages and do damage to the ribs.

Oblivion races into the ring.

Gravedigger: Oblivion has an aluminum ball bat in hand!!

Freddy Whoa: The Monster swings the ball bat at both Thomas Bates and Doug Murdoch!!

Oblivion misses hitting at both Bates and Murdoch. Bit, once he slithers to IT's right, IT spots Gemini Battle.

Crowd: OUUUUUUUU!!

Gravedigger: RUN GEMINI RUN!!!

Crowd: OBLIVION IS GONNA KILL YOU!!!

Gemini Battle tries to flee, nut throws Battle back into the corner...

THWACK!!

Zach Davis: OH MY GOD!!! OBLIVION JUST NAILED GEMINI BATTLE WITH THE BALLBAT!!

Gravedigger: BATTLE IS DOWN!!

THWACK!! THWACK!! THWACK!!

Zach Davis: Oblivion is trying to kill Gemini Battle!!

Oblivion picks up Battle by the hair and smashes the bat against the bat against the skull of Gemini Battle. Battle slumps down in the arms of Oblivion, who just licks the blood off IT's own hands.

Zach Davis: HERE COMES THOMAS BATES BACK!!

Oblivion rushes over to Thomas Bates, swings the bat at him. The crowd gasps.

Gravedigger: Thomas Bates just caught the bat. Now, he just threw the bloody bat away.

Zach Davis: Paramedics are in the ring, checking on Gemini Battle.

Oblivion and Thomas Bates just stare at one another.

Zach Davis: Thomas Uriel Bates and Oblivion are both entering One!, any of these men could walk out as the War winner!

Freddy Whoa: Or Jeff Purse, Alex Richards, or Jay Omega! Especially after tonight!

Gravedigger: The War winner will face either Dune or Joey Flash, guys. That's the real story. Who walks out between these two? I can't fucking wait.

Zach Davis: I can't remember the last time I was so excited for a show, fans. See you... at War.

Slam fades to black.

Table of Contents

Slam Intro

Riddlebox Segment

Bad News Benson vs Rico Rojas vs Sandy Coconutz vs Dustin Beaver

Pantheon Segment

Oblivion vs Cletus T Clyde

Torture Backstage

The MacNeill Clan vs The Big Time Jerks vs The Topgunners vs Derek Moreno/Denise D'Evil

Vic Venable Segment

Legion vs Mystery Opponent

Attack!

Wolf vs Spencer Adams vs John Gable vs Kyle Kemp

Attack! Again!

Mystery Segment

Wade Moor/Zombie McMorris vs Jackson White/Caliban

Denise D'Evil/Thomas Uriel Bates Segment

Waylon Cash vs Billy vs Vic Venable

John Gable Segment

War Return

Handicapped Match: Joey Flash/Seth Lerch vs Logan

Another War Return

Television Title Cage Match: Los Tiburones vs Teo Del Sol

Torture Segment

Trios Titles Match: Jay Omega/Alex Richards/Jeff Purse vs Thomas Uriel Bates/Gemini Battle/Doug Murdock

 

Of The Week

Wrestler:
Oblivion
Match:
Pantheon vs DRG
Roleplay:

 

Champions

World:
Dune
Hardcore:
Torture
Television:
Teo Del Sol
United States:
David Sanchez
Peoples:
Kyle Kemp
Internet:
Vacant
Tag Team:
Joey Flash/Jonny Fly
Trios:
The DRG