Slam opens as "Home" by Three Days Grace hits the arena speakers. The crowd begins to boo with absolute hatred as Jayson Price and Torture step out from the back.
Zach Davis: Welcome to Slam ladies and gentlemen. As you can see it looks like we're going to be opening the show with the two men who tried to ruin Jay Omega's big moment last week at WAR.
The jumbotron shows a replay of the end of the WAR PPV when Torture, Chris Avery and Ryan Daniels came down to the ring to attack Omega after he won the WAR Match. We then see Price come out to help Omega to his feet, only to hit him with the Downfall and align himself with Torture. The crowd watching the replay boos in disgust as Torture and Price watch their handiwork from the stage. They then make their way to the ring.
Freddy Whoa: And if it hadn't been for Jeff Purse and Alex Richards racing to the ring when they did, who knows how badly Torture and Price would have injured the new World Champion.
Zach Davis: But now tonight it's all about the answers to the questions that fans have been asking since WAR. Namely, why? Why is Jayson Price aligning himself with Torture after years of feuding? Why attack Jay Omega? Is is simply because he spoke out against Torture's Hardcore Title reign for so long?
Freddy Whoa: From the sounds of this crowd it seems like they don't really care about answers, Zach. It sounds more like they want to see Torture and Price pay for what they did.
Zach Davis: Digger you've been awfully quiet so far. What's your thoughts?
Gravedigger: Huh? Oh, sorry, I was posting something to Twitter.
Zach Davis: What could be so important that you're tweeting during a live show?
Freddy Whoa: 'Jayson Price sux lol'.
Gravedigger: Yeah, that.
Torture and Price take the ring steps up onto the apron and then enter the ring. Both grab a microphone and then walk to the center of the ring as the booing continues.
Zach Davis: Is it just me or does it look like they're smiling?
Freddy Whoa: Of course they're smiling, Zach. These are two guys that love to be hated by the crowd. They take pride in getting booed like you or I would getting recognized for our announcing.
Gravedigger: You two recognized for your announcing? Yeah, like that'd ever happen.
Price goes to raise his microphone but the booing only intensifies. He turns to Torture and they share a laugh.
Jayson Price: Oh come on Honolulu, is that all you have for me? I haven't been around in months and that's all you can manage?
More booing. A water bottle comes flying into the ring and barely misses Price.
Jayson Price: Well that's a little more like it. Now I know all of you out there have been asking a lot of questions over the last week. Why did you guys attack Jay Omega? Why did you align yourself with Torture? I thought you hated Torture? What are you going to do when Pantheon comes after you? Blah, blah, blah, more annoying questions that should be obvious. But you know what question I haven't been asked? Hey, Jayson, how you feeling after that coma? That hurts you guys. It makes me think you don't care.
Price fakes a sad look as Torture pats him on the shoulder.
Jayson Price: Thanks man, I needed that. But you people, you cheered when I got triple superkicked into a coma. You cheered louder than any crowd has ever cheered as you watched me drop to the mat. Because you all thought I had it coming. I had spent weeks trying to do what needed to be done and oust Corey Black from Pantheon for the better of the group and I nearly got murdered in the process. And you people freaking cheered for it.
The crowd starts up a "PAN-THE-ON" chant. Price smiles.
Jayson Price: That's right, you all sounded just like that. You all thought it was the greatest moment in history watching me get my skull caved in by three men at once. Hell, I bet there was even a few of you out there wishing those kicks put me down for good. But not only am I alive, I'm back to doing what it is that I do best.
Price points up to the jumbotron and an image of Price hitting Omega with The Downfall appears. The crowd boos.
Jayson Price: That..that was only a preview of things to come. Pantheon put me into a coma because I broke Corey Black's arm. They escalated our little war because they thought that they could end it. But Pantheon, you don't get to end it. I am going to be the one to end the fight when I put each of you six feet under and erase the name Pantheon from the minds of everyone. And, let me just take a moment to send out a personal thank you to whoever it was that killed Scarecrow.
The crowd loses their shit as more trash gets thrown at the ring.
Jayson Price: Seriously, whoever you were, I wish I knew your name so I could send you a Thank You card or some flowers or something. When I came out of my coma and found out that someone had gone ahead and made my life just a little bit better, I shed a tear because I was just that happy.
Torture leans over and whispers something to Price.
Jayson Price: What? People think I did it? But I was in a coma, how the hell could I have killed him?
Torture shrugs his shoulders.
Jayson Price: Well people are morons, what can I say. But let me get to the real question that you people won't stop asking. Why did I align myself with Torture? Why am I teaming with a man that I've spent four plus years hating with a passion? The answer is simple. We have a common goal and we have common enemies. WCF needs Torture and I. And whether you people will admit or not, he and I putting an end to people like Pantheon is what is best for this company. But you know what, I'm out here doing all the talking and I know Torture has plenty to get off of his chest. So Torture, please explain to these people just why we're here.
Torture takes the microphone from Price.
Torture: I've beaten Omega like two hundred times in the last few months to retain this World Heavyweight Hardcore Championship. Omega is a nobody. I've beaten every single Wrestling Championship Federation World Heavyweight Hardcore Number One Contender every single week because I'm the god damn best! My point is this: I just successfully defended my World Heavyweight Hardcore Championship against the entire roster of WCF! NOW CHANT MY NAME BECAUSE IM THE GREATEST WRESTLER OF ALL TIME!
Crowd boos. Torture scowls at the hot crowd booing them.
Torture: You people are idiots. You're just like the rest of the little bitches in the back complaining and bitchin' about this and that. You know I'm the greatest wrestler of all time. Who else has defended the Hardcore Championship against 49 other men at WAR and LEFT WITH THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP?! All while...
Crowd is booing.
Torture: ALLL WHILLEEE...
Crowd is booing.
Torture: SHUT UP SO I CAN FINISH MY SENTENCE!
Torture drops the mic to his side and Price is calming him down.
Torture: ALL WHILE I WAS THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER FOR THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP! THAT'S RIGHT! I DEFENDED MY HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP AGAINST FORTY NINE OTHER MEN AND COMPETED FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP AT THE SAME TIME! LET ME HEAR YA FOLKS, TORTURE IS THE GREATEST!
Crowd is booing.
Freddy Whoa: In a way guys.. he has a poin-
Zach Davis: Shut it, Freddy.
Gravedigger: These guys bore me to death.
Torture: Jay Price and Torture, the single greatest tag team this place has ever seen. The greatest Champions this place has ever witnessed. Price and Torture.. the two greatest wrestlers in the god damn world!
Crowd boos again. Prices raises his microphone back up.
Jayson Price: That right there, that's why Torture and I have set aside all of our issues and teamed up. You people booing us right now. You're no better than the little scumbags parading out to this ring...OUR RING...and proclaiming themselves as being the best. You are looking at two wrestling gods right now, people. TWO. MAN. MADE. GODS. And yet you boo us like we're common trash. Well we're here to show you all just how wrong you are to boo us.
Price pats Torture on the shoulder as he calms down.
Jayson Price: And Pantheon, the so called Earth's Mightiest Stable, celebrate Omega's World Title win for as long as you can. Because soon enough you little piss ants are going to come face to face with two gods that are going to cave in your skulls. And believe me, you're going to wish we just put you in a coma. Now Kyle Steel, get in this ring and introduce us the right way.
Price flips his microphone to the mat as Kyle Steel enters the ring.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, introducing the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT HARDCORE CHAMPION TORTURE and the LONGEST REIGNING CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION OF ALL TIME JAYSON PRICE...THE MAN MADE GODS.
Kyle lowers his microphone, looking rather disgusted at himself for saying all that.... and Master of Puppets hits. Torture and Jayson Price turn towards the entryway.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa! Here comes Seth!
Seth Lerch steps out from the back... A sad and broken man. He's absolutely depressed looking as he walks to the ring.
Zach Davis: Well, we know a few things. We know that Seth Lerch has been aligned with Torture, Joey Flash, and Jonny Fly. Torture and Fly/Flash had no kind of alliance, of course, but.... Now that Torture is with Price....
Seth slides in and Torture and Price don't really know what to think of him as he takes a mic.
Freddy Whoa: I'm not sure who Jayson Price hated more, Torture or Seth, but... all bets are off at this point.
Seth is practically in tears as he raises the mic to his lips. He looks at Torture, then at Price.
Seth Lerch: I just have one thing to say to you two.
The crowd buzzes...
Seth Lerch: Hug me.
Seth collapses into Jayson Price, who catches him out of instinct only. Price glares at Torture, who simply shrugs, as Seth bawls into Price's shoulder. Price pats him on the back once or twice before pushing him away and telling him to pull himself together.
Seth Lerch: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just... I'm a fucking mess. I... I have one thing to say to the WCF universe. PRAY FOR JOEY FLASH!!
Booing. So much booing.
Seth Lerch: You people are monsters! MONSTERS! I haven't talked to Joey since War, I don't know what's going on with him, but I KNOW HE NEEDS YOUR PRAYERS. Please, please pray for him. And while you're praying, visit http://www.wcfwrestling.com and contribute to the Joey Flash Prayer Fund.
Gravedigger: These fans are horrible.
Zach Davis: Seth might just be trying to turn this whole thing with Dune and Flash into a money making opportunity. Or he's really depressed. Or both? I don't know.
Seth Lerch: Look, guys, I'm out here for two things. One, I need to announce the main event of One, and two, I need to announce the main event stipulation of Hellimination.
The crowd pops before Seth continues.
Seth Lerch: This isn't going to surprise everyone... Hell, it might as well have been my plan from the start. Forget the rumors you've heard about Los Tiburones, Gemini Battle, or Wade Moor after their War performances. Only one man deserves a World Title shot against Jay Omega at One.
The crowd goes silent.
Seth Lerch: And that man... IS TORTURE.
The crowd goes apeshit.
Crowd: BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT.
For a second Seth comes alive.
Seth Lerch: I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! I don't care what ANYONE thinks. TORTURE IS WCF!, Torture has ALWAYS been WCF! And all of you morons may boo me here and now, but you'll buy that show! You're going to buy that show to see Torture win the WCF World Title one more time!
Torture raises his arms, gloating, as the crowd keeps booing.
Seth Lerch: From the start, Jay Omega wanted Torture. Jay Omega wanted Torture's Hardcore Title. Well, at One, Jay Omega is getting his wish. It's going to be a Title versus Title match!, and TORTURE IS TAKING HOME ALL OF THE GOLD!
Seth Lerch: THIS MAN BEAT SLICKIE T! This man is One personified. And there is only ONE man that can referee such a contest... JAYSON PRICE!
Zach Davis: ...What.
Freddy Whoa: Jay Omega JUST won the World Title for the first time in his career. We saw several career defining performances at War... NONE of them from Torture or Jayson Price. And Seth Lerch is setting Jay Omega up for a mugging at his biggest show of the year!? From THESE two clowns!?
Seth contorts his face in anger.
Seth Lerch: STOP BOOING! YOU'VE BEEN BEGGING FOR THIS! Don't you BELIEVE in Jay Omega!? Don't you want to see the almighty Pantheon shut Torture up once and for all!? Either way.. I DON'T CARE.
Crowd: Bullshit! Bullshit! Bullshit!
Zach Davis: Well... the main event of One is set, guys.
Gravedigger: And what a main event it is! Historic.
Freddy Whoa: Torture vs Jay Omega. Hardcore Title versus World Title. One.
Seth Lerch: BUT WAIT! I'm a nice guy. That can't be Jay Omega's first World Title defense. At Hellimination, we'll have a Battle Royal, and the last man standing in that match will face Jay Omega at Slam in Omega's first official World Title defense! It'll be called a Disruptor Battle Royal, because the competitor that wins could disrupt all of my carefully laid War plans. And because we'll have weapons hanging from the ceiling, and whenever weapons are involved, you need a special name for a match!
Zach Davis: Jay Omega's first Title defense announced! It'll be on Slam, and it'll be against whomever wins a Battle Royal at Hellimination!
The crowd pops for that.
Gravedigger: I already entered one huge match this year, I'm not entering another one.
Zach Davis: I don't think Seth is done.
Seth paces, the adrenaline draining from him.
Seth Lerch: I'm glad I've gotten that out of the way. Because next, I have to announce the main event stipulation of Hellimination. As you know, four teams will compete. The Angels of Darkness, #beachkrew, Pantheon, and the Team With No Name.
Zach Davis: That would be Vic Venable, Spencer Adams, and Teo Del Sol. After tonight, they could all be Champions!, if Venable and Adams are able to defeat Wade Moor and Los Tiburones.
Gravedigger: AND if Teo Del Sol defends against Dustin Beaver.
Seth Lerch: Two of those teams will advance to the finals, where they battle. Obviously they won't be battling for a World Title shot or anything like that, instead.... They'll be battling for control of WCF.
A hush sounds over the crowd.
Gravedigger: WHAT!? Seth pays me! I told him not to sign away any control of WCF bullshit unless he lets my lawyers look the paperwork over! What is he thinking!?
Seth Lerch: The truth is, after Dune versus Joey Flash... After witnessing what happened to Joey Flash, and the toll it took on his personal life... I've lost my passion. Besides making sure Torture gets the rightful Title shot he deserves, I don't care about One. I don't care about WCF. I don't care about any of it anymore.
Booing. The fans don't care.
Seth Lerch: I'll hang on until Hellimination, but after that, I'm done. After that, either Pantheon, the Angels of Darkness, #beachkrew, or Adams, Vic, and Teo will be running things. I don't care.
And with that, Seth drops the mic. Torture and Price seem to look concerned as depressed Seth heads to the back.
Freddy Whoa: ...whoa.
Zach Davis: This may seem old hat, but it has actually been quite a long time since Seth wasn't in control. But now whichever team wins Hellimination... they're going to be in charge? Leading up to our biggest show of the year?!
Gravedigger: This is a big deal. I'm going to make sure that whoever wins can't touch me or my contract, but yeah, this is huge. And I feel bad for Seth. WCF is his life, so for him to give it up? Now? You know he's hurting. He's surely heading to the back to do some serious thinking.
Freddy Whoa: I think you meant to say serious drinking.
An instrumental version of "The Mysterious Pantheon Theme" begins to play throughout the arena as Dexter Radcliffe comes out from the back, arms raised into the air, to a pop from the crowd. He lowers his arms and then takes off down the ramp at full speed before sliding under the bottom rope and popping up to his feet.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Sub-Level 5 of Pantheon Tower, weighing in at 210 pounds...DEXTER RADCLIFFE!
He'll then run over to the nearest corner and hop up onto the second rope before gesturing to the Pantheon logo on his t-shirt. Then he'll climb up onto the top rope and back flip to the center of the ring as his music fades out.
Kyle Steel: And introducing his opponent...
The opening notes strike like lightning and the lights in the arena go out, causing the fans to erupt in boos. The lights around the entrance begin to strobe and Kenny Drake strides out, head down, hood up. Kenny slowly raises his head and looks around at the jeering fans, before racking his neck and knuckles. He removes his hood and stares at the ring as he begins his slow walk down.
Kyle Steel: From Portland, Oregon, weighing in at 200 pounds...KENNY DRAKE!
A fan at ringside isn't paying attention to Kenny, which angers the psychopath beyond recognition. Kenny dives at the fan, but the security, thankfully, blocks him in time and hold the enraged wrestler back. Kenny rips off his bandana and begins to cackle as he turns back to the ring and slides in. He quickly stands and climbs the turnbuckle to the very top and takes it all in as the music slowly fades.
Zach Davis: So we've got the debuting Kenny Drake going up Dexter Radcliffe, who made his official in ring debut last week at WAR. Should be an interesting one to watch.
The referee signals for the bell.
[DING! DING! DING!]
Freddy Whoa: And here we go!
Both Radcliffe and Drake come out of their corners and circle each other up once before moving in to lock up. Radcliffe ducks under and gets Drake from behind with a rear waistlock. Radcliffe trying for a suplex but Drake blocks it. Drake with the reversal and he gets Radcliffe in a hold from behind. Drake with a belly to back suplex, lifting Dexter up off his feet. But Radcliffe with the reversal, flipping himself backward and landing on his feet. Dexter with a kick to the back of the legs that drops Drake to one knee before he follows it up by running to the ropes, bouncing off them and hitting a running dropkick to the chest.
Zach Davis: What speed!
Dexter quickly following up with a pin attempt.
Freddy Whoa: Kickout at one and a half!
Radcliffe right back up to his feet and he gets himself into position before he tries for a standing moonsault. Drake gets his knees up and Dexter hits them chest first and rolls away.
Gravedigger: Kid got cocky there, trying to show off for the crowd.
Drake up to his feet and he catches Radcliffe with a clubbing blow to the back of the head as he tries to get to his feet. Radcliffe drops to one knee and Drake hits him square in the side of the head with a running kick. Radcliffe falls over and rolls to his side, trying to push himself up.
Zach Davis: Oh man that was a stiff kick to the head.
Drake grabs him by his hair and yanks him up as the referee warns him about the hair. Drake ignores him and throws Dexter into the ropes. Drake trying for a lariat but Dexter ducks under it. Drake turns around and Dexter fires off a superkick. But Drake catches the foot! Drake throws Dexter's leg to the side, spinning him around in a full 360 before catching him with a superkick of his own.
Freddy Whoa: Another big kick!
Dexter falls to the mat and Drake hooks the leg for the pin.
Gravedigger: No! Kickout at two!
Drake rolls over onto his back, grabbing the arm of Dexter and trying to lock in an armbar.
Zach Davis: Armbar in the middle of the ring, this could end it.
Drake trying to pull the arm down but Dexter is fighting back. Dexter rolling onto his side and contorting his body in a seemingly possible way as he hooks his legs around the head of Drake.
Freddy Whoa: I don't even know what to call here. How the heck is he that bendy?
Dexter trying to choke out Drake with his legs as Drake is forced to let go of the arm. Radcliffe slams Drake backward onto the mat and continues the leg scissor submission hold. Drake pushing up with his arms and legs, bridging his body. Drake quickly rolling himself backward, leaving himself on his feet but bent over with his head still caught between Dexter's legs.
Zach Davis: I don't know what Drake is trying to do here to get out of this move but he better hurry before he passes out.
Drake grabbing hold of the legs of Radcliffe and he starts to pull upward. Dexter turned a bit and Drake pushes back down, getting Dexter's shoulders on the mat flat.
Freddy Whoa: Pin attempt!
Dexter quick to realize what's happening and shoves Drake off of him to avoid getting pinned. Drake falls back into the nearby ropes, his face red from the hold.
Zach Davis: Bit of a genuis counter to that headscissor submission, basically forcing Dexter to break his own hold or get pinned.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah with these two I was really expecting a lot more high flying, but this has been a technical match with holds and reversals galore.
Drake holding himself up on the ropes as Dexter gets up to his feet. Dexter heading straight for him and Drake comes off the ropes with a back elbow to the face. Dexter spins around and Drake gets him from behind with a german suplex. He bridges it for the pin.
Zach Davis: No! Kickout at two and nine tenths!
Dexter rolls out of the ring wisely as Drake sits up, trying to figure out how Dexter kicked out. Drake up to his feet and he's looking at Dexter outside the ring. Drake hits the ropes and then tries for a suicide dive through the bottom rope. Dexter sees him coming and hits him with an elbow to the skull. Drake hits the ground hard as Dexter clutches at his elbow.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus! That sounded like a baseball bat hitting a ball.
Dexter still holding the elbow as a clearly dazed Drake clutches the apron and tries to pull himself up. Dexter lets him get to his feet before shoving him up against the ring post. Dexter with a superkick to the face!
Zach Davis: Superkick! Right out of the Pantheon wheelhouse!
Drake falls over and lands on the top of the ring steps. Dexter quickly grabs hold of him and rolls him into the ring. Dexter up onto the apron and then up onto the top rope.
Freddy Whoa: What's he going for here?
Dexter pointing to his tights proudly bearing an image of Jay Omega before he jumps off with an Imploding 450 Splash.
Zach Davis: An homage to our new World Champion!
Dexter hits it and goes for the pin attempt.
Zach Davis: And Dexter Radcliffe wins in his Slam debut!
"The Mysterious Pantheon Theme (Acoustic Version)" hits the speakers as the referee raises Dexter's arm in victory.
Freddy Whoa: Well tonight it would appear that Pantheon didn't make a mistake recruiting this kid. It's yet to be seen if he's going to rise to the level of the others, but he looked good tonight.
Gravedigger: Oh come on, it was just one match. Talk to me in a month about this kid and we'll be discussing how he's about to get kicked out.
Slam goes to commercial.
Gemini Battle sits in his dressing room; apparently Seth assigned one to the DRG because he doesn’t pay attention to the house shows. Yes folks, the DRG has disbanded once and for all… at least for now. Gemini is the last member of the group still active full time in the WCF. He is lacing up his boots getting ready for his upcoming US Title Match.
Gemini Battle: Maniac, is that you?
The scene widens and you can see the WCF World Champion Jay Omega standing in the doorway. The crowd cheers from the stage.
Jay Omega: Nope, just Omega. The Maniac has been... disposed of. Anyway, I just wanted to congratulate you on breaking the elimination record, and wish you luck on your title match. We’ll both be holding gold, soon, right, we've come a long way since...
Gemini turns around with anger in his eyes. His eyes look red, his face is sweaty and he grinds hit teeth as Omega approaches him, almost like the closer he gets the more wrath he feels.
Gemini Battle: It’s useless to try hiding him from me. The world doesn’t want to see Jay Omega hold the title; they want the Hardcore Maniac that used to rule this fed with an iron fist. They want the man who will stop at nothing and is willing to put his own life on the line to get what he feels he deserves. That’s not who you are now. You’re just a pathetic shell of a man that you once were, and I vow to spend every waking hour hunting you and bringing the Maniac out once again!
Jay Omega: You can't understand the consequences of that happening. Not that it matters; you can poke and prod all you like, but the Maniac is gone. He's never coming back. But I don't need him to end you.
Omega looks at Gemini with rage in his eyes, he turns around and sees Oblivion, Denise D’Evil, and Nightrider standing behind him. He regains his composure and smiles. Omega pats Oblivion on the back…
Jay Omega: Go ahead, boys…
He looks at Denise… then walks away.
Jay Omega: I stand by my statement.
Meanwhile the AoD slowly enclose on Gemini in his room.
Denise D’Evil: So you’re all alone now… no big bad Bates, or little Dougie to protect you any more…
Gemini Battle: Now’s not the time, Denise. You do NOT want to fuck with me right now.
Night Rider flips over a table and gets in Gemini’s face.
Night Rider: Well Bates isn’t here to suffer for trying to steal my woman from me… somebodies gotta pay!
Gemini pokes Night Rider in the eyes, and then hits him with a low blow. He gets up and takes a defensive stance as Oblivion approaches, stopped only by the outstretched arm of Denise.
Gemini Battle: Oh, don’t stop now… I’ve still got some unfinished business with IT!
She shrugs and puts her arm down, and as she does the door closes too.
Sounds of mayhem come from inside the room. Suddenly, the door opens and Gemini emerges with a torn shirt, a look of anxiety and rage, but otherwise unscathed. He looks both ways then runs off, slams the door behind him and runs off screen.
Then the door bursts open again and the maniacal grinning face of Denise D’Evil is seen, wiping the blood that is dripping from her lip with a look of both impression and revulsion at the same time.
Lights begin to flicker all over the arena, as an orderly dressed in all white steps out to hold back the curtain. Dr. James Watson emerges from the back, dressed in a 3 piece suit with his signature grin across his face. He bows to the crowd, and in the same motion, turns towards the curtain, extending his hand...
2 other orderlies appear, walking backwards with a cart. After walking through the curtain, they turn to reveal Joseph Vacher. Who is restrained, his face covered, as he frantically searches around the arena...eyes wide. Dr. Watson approaches him, placing his hand on his shoulder. This calms Vacher down, as Watson releases the restraints.
Dr. Watson motions the orderlies away, as he and Joseph Vacher begin making their way to the ring...
The song “Classic Man” blares throughout the loud speakers as Marcus Peters walks out onto the stage with a lollipop in his mouth and his shades on his face. He stops and looks out into the arena and then cracks a little smile. He walks down the ramp smiling to himself and jawing with some fans as he makes his way down towards the ring. He stops right in front of the ring and heads (either left or right; writer’s choice) to a female sitting ringside. He looks at the guy she is with smiles before planting a big kiss on the girl’s lips. He then places his lollipop in her mouth as she blushes and smiles. He then hops up onto the apron gets on one knee faces towards the crowd and does a few crotch thrusts into the air before finally entering the ring.
A deep voice booms from the PA system "In the world of the fantasy land of Kem begot a new type of warrior, one which was created from the fires of the star Elume and forged in the great battles of the third age. A warrior so daring and so brave that King Dennis the maker himself would try to destroy him and fail. This man is more than man, he is legend"
Some sort of fantasy based music then starts to play as mist slowly rolls up the entrance ramp while Andre Jenson appears from behind the curtain. Andre looks around to the crowd with a stoney stare before meandering to the ring while waving the weapon he is brandishing today.
He enters the ring after looking under the ring, presumably for a secret door via rolling under the bottom rope. When in the ring he kneels and attempts to summon something, of course nothing happens, but he looks happy enough with himself that something is going to help him later on.
Arena goes back Sober by Tool starts to play over the PA. An explosion and bright blinding white light explodes from the ring corners. Patrilli walks out from the back stage and walks down to the ring.
Zach Davis: Well here we go! We saw all four of these men at War, while only Jenson was able to get an elimination.
Joseph Vacher runs at Peters and Patrilli and Clotheslines them both down. They get back to their feet and Vacher grabs each of their throats with one hand.
Freddy Whoa: Oh my. What power!
BOOM!, Vacher lifts them both up and Chokeslams them down! He then turns and goes face to face with Andre Jenson.
Gravedigger: Andre Jenson looks confident... Maybe he's envisioning Joseph Vacher as some kind of dragon, and himself as a dragonslayer. But that's fantasy, which he's about to find out.
Gravedigger might be right as Vacher hits several overly dramatic strikes, as if he's beating down a mythological beast. Vacher roars and throws Jenson to the ropes before executing a Spinebuster and rolling into a pin.
No!, Jenson kicks out! He gets back up as Peters and Patrilli re-enter the ring. They both run at him from behind and start pounding away at him. He elbows backwards, sending Patrilli reeling, before he grabs him and drops him with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Patrilli runs at him and lifts him up for an F5.
Zach Davis: That's his Eraser! As far as I can tell that is the only move that he knows!
And Vacher counters it. Vacher elbows his way out and lands behind Patrilli. Patrilli turns and Vacher executes another Spinebuster. Patrilli stumbles up and backs into a corner, but Vacher runs at him and hits a Splash! Patrilli drops and rolls out of the ring.
Freddy Whoa: Joseph Vacher has been dominant thus far.
Marcus Peters goes for a Sweet Chin Music!, but Vacher catches his leg and flips him over. Peters lands on his feet and Vacher hits him with a Big Boot!
Gravedigger: Big Boot! That's his thing! That's the Superkick of the big-man world!
Andre Jenson is back! He runs at Vacher and Dropkicks him, sending him stumbling back. He then hits a Spinning Heel Kick before backing up a step... and hitting a Shining Wizard!
Zach Davis: Whoa! Andre Jenson out of nowhere!
Vacher rolls out of the ring as Jenson turns towards Peters. Jenson runs at him...
Freddy Whoa: CRITICAL HIT!
Jenson pins Peters.
Gravedigger: Andre Jenson wins it! He wins his first non-War match in WCF!
The bell sounds as Jenson rolls out of the ring, backpeddling up the ramp.
Zach Davis: This is no fantasy - Andre Jenson scored an elimination in the biggest War in history, and now he's gotten his first pinfall victory. Big things are coming for this young man!
We go to commercial.
Zach Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to take you now to some pre-recorded comments from Wolf, who has a message for Occulo.
The video starts with Wolf pacing back and forth in front of a fenced-in abandoned lot during a dark night while a camera moves in on him. Wolf stops and speaks directly into the camera, never taking his eyes off of it.
Wolf: You know, Occulo, I had to look on the internet to find out what you’re name means. I found out that it’s Latin for “hide.” That sounds appropriate for you, seeing as you like to hide and sneak up on people just like you did to me at War. I was about to have my fourth elimination and move one step closer to winning the WCF World Championship when you attacked me from behind like a common coward and eliminated me.
You want to play hide and seek? Well, I don’t play that game. I play seek and destroy; and when I seek you out and find you, I’ll make sure that you see me coming. And in the last few moments before I strike you down with The Kill, I want you to think about how you would have done things differently if you could go back and do War all over again. I would have been mad, whether you had attacked me like a man or not; but since you chose the latter method, I’m even angrier and the punishment I’m going to give you is going to be more severe than even you can imagine.
So while you sit there and wait for me to come and give you the absolute worst beating of your life, you might want to take that extra time to prepare and try to seek the wolf...in thyself.We go to commercial.
Kyle Steel: The following match is a TAG TEAM match and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, the team of Denise D’Evil and Nightrider, THE ANGELS OF DEATH!
The AoD come to the ring! Night Rider and Denise D'Evil! They're taunting fans, telling them they're gonna win Hellimination!
Zach Davis: Welcome back, folks, to Slam. We’ve got a tag team match coming up and boy can this one be important.
Freddy Whoa: That’s right. With the tag team titles vacated the division is wide open. Though BeachKrew and the newly formed team of Spencer Adams and Vic Venable are fighting for the titles tonight the winner of this match can put their names on the short list of contenders for that title in the near future.
Gravedigger: And the AoD look pissed tonight and ready to fight. I would be pissed too if I dominated the tag division for months only to be booked in a lower card match while a team like Spencer Adams and Vic Venable somehow slide their way into the title picture… you know those two never even teamed up before?
Zach Davis: When don’t they look pissed?
Kyle Steel: And their opponents Cormack and Conall… CLAN MACNEILL!
Zach Davis: You want to talk about dominating; ever since Cormack came back he’s had a renewed mean streak unlike one I’ve ever seen before.
Freddy Whoa: And Conall isn’t what you would call a nice guy either.
Gravedigger: Expect blood to be shed here tonight, folks.
The bell rings and the match begins.
Nightrider starts off against Conall. Nightrider stands a few inches taller but the size difference other than that is minimal. Rider laughs as he stares down at Conall who replies with a head butt in the sternum. Rider staggers back but Conall grabs rider by the shirt and tosses him into their own corner. He follows up with a running shoulder tackle into the corner and then tags in Cormack.
Cormack continues the onslaught with another shoulder tackle sending Nightrider to the ground sitting in the corner. He stomps down on Rider repeatedly until Conall tags himself in. Then he continues the stomping down on the big man until Cormack tags himself in and continues stomping.
Zach Davis: The crowd is going nuts at this. The Clan is relentlessly punishing Night Rider.
Conall tags himself in and stomps down on Nightrider.
Cormack tags himself in and stomps down on Night rider.
Conall tags himself in and stomps down on Nightrider.
Gravedigger: This is tag team wrestling at its finest. Neither wrestler is getting too tired and Night Rider may not be able to walk after this one.
Eventually Denise jumps over the top rope and jumps on the back of Conall, pulling him off of Night Rider. The referee tries to break up the two and behind his back Cormack gets into the ring and puts a big boot across the throat of Nightrider who struggle to get free and grab a gulp of air.
Denise jumps off and starts pointing towards her partner. The referee ignores her pleads and continues scolding her instead, telling her to get in her corner.
So she pushes away Conall and the referee and lunges towards Cormack, spearing him through the ropes and to the ground below. She mounts him and starts clawing away at his face, Cormack can do nothing at this point but cover up. Conall looks down at his partner and starts shouting in Scottish at them. Denise completely ignores any pleads from Conall until he climbs through the ropes and confronts her. She, like a cat jumps off of Cormack and directly onto Conall, clawing away and fighting like a woman possessed.
Zach Davis: This fight is getting way out of control here!
Conall pushes Denise off of him and delivers a big boot to her, knocking her back, but not quite off her feet. Then he gets grabbed by the head by two massive hands and gets lifted to the ring apron. Then Nightrider tosses him like a rag doll into the ring over the top rope, launching him to the other side. Conall gets up quickly but is met with a hand around the throat and dropped with a chokeslam by Night Rider. Meanwhile outside the ring Denise delivers a low blow to Cormack dropping him to all fours, then she jumps up off his back and dives through the bottom and middle ropes into the ring. She gets to her feet and starts directing Night Rider to lift up the opponent. He does and drapes Conalls feet on the top rope. He drops a massive DDT while at the same time Denise Springboards and delivers a leg drop and Night Rider goes for the pin.
Denise kisses Nightrider on the lips and the two of them raise their hands in victory.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match… THE ANGELS OF DEATH!
Zach Davis: What an impressive victory by two future hall of famers in this company.
Gravedigger: And I imagine they’ll be looking to take on whoever wins the main event tonight!
Scene fades into a panning shot of the hot Hawaii crowd! Before the commentary can begin, "Aquaberry Dolphin" by Riff Raff hits the P.A. to a tremendous BOO! Wade Moor, Los Tiburones, and Hacksaw Jim Thuggin walk out from behind the curtain to another chorus of BOOS!
Zach Davis: What do these guys want? Isn't seeing them once a night enough?
Wavedigger: They're obviously out here to address the cowardly Pantheon, retrieve the WHIRLPOOL Championship, and put The People's Choice on notice!
Freddy Whoa: What?! The World Championship belongs to Pantheon! Wade came in second in War! No questions!
Wavedigger: That's subjective! Jay Omega used a cowardly tactic to "win" and commeupance needs to be paid! Wade Moor is the rightful winner and the classiest WHIRLPOOL Champion the WCF had ever seen!
# BeachKrew hit the ring and call for a microphone. A stage hand brings one to Wade and Los Tiburones pantses the stage hand to a BOO from the crowd once again. Wade goes to speak but the HOT BOOS continue to reign down!
Wade Moor: Shut the fuck up, please!
Wade Moor: The butthurt is strong in Hawaii isn't it? I didn't know you guys were so hard up since Pearl Harbor?!
Even louder BOOS!
Wade Moor: You still never recovered from that, huh? The oceans here still smell like dead people!
BOOS even louder!
Wade Moor: Hacksaw, please take this from me. There's no talking to these people!
Wade hands the mic to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin while Los Tiburones flips off the crowd.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: The message my Earth Child was trying to convey - before he was rudely interrupted by you simians of below average intillect - is that he is here to retrieve his WHIRLPOOL Championship. He told Jay Omega he would ask nicely ONE time!...but he found it in his heart to reextend the olive branch. Jay Omega, kindly bring my Earth Child's belt to the ring and leave with dignity...or he will be forced to use more violent methods.
Everyone in the arena waits to see what happens, but no Mysterious Pantheon Theme plays. Wade paces back and forth, scratching his beard as he does so. Los Tiburones shakes his head with his arms folded.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin: Fine. You were offered reprieve Omega and this will be your only warning. Watch what happens to Spencer Adams and Vic Venable tonight as my Earth Children utterly dominate them and capture the Hashtag Bromance Championships. Their fate is what awaits you now. It is written in the stars. The Galactic Prophecy will be foretold. It is only a matter of time now.
Hacksaw Jim Thuggin drops the mic as Aquaberry Dolphin hits the P.A. once again.
Zach Davis: Short warning from #BeachKrew tonight.
Wavedigger: They came out and made a kind gesture to Omega! It was an absolute slap in the face for him to ignore them! What scum Omega is!
The scene fades out as #BeachKrew walk up the ramp.
Child's Voice: He's watching over the flock.
The opening notes of "Welcome Home" by Metallica starts playing and the arena goes pitch black. A single white light hits the entrance threw the smoke rising from the entrance and then "Adam Young" appears on the WCFtron and the arena lights fade back up with red lights flying around the arena. Adam holds up his trusty kendo stick and then starts towards the ring with echo chants of "You Sick Bastard" threw out the arena with Myra right behind him. Adam circles the ring side area looking into a dark abyss of nothing. He reaches the ring steps and climbs up on the apron as Myra crawls under the bottom rope to open up the ropes for him. He stands there and wipes his feet before he climbs into the ring and leans into Myra's cleaveage and then kisses her on the lips. He walks to the middle of the ring and then to the other side of the ring and holds up the kendo stick again. He walks over to the corner places the kendo stick down and takes his black vest. Adam stands in the corner as Myra crawls on her hands and knees over to him and kisses all over his body before Adam pulls her hair back as he licks her neck.
Gravedigger: Adam Young got what some would consider a surprising amount of eliminations at War, he really proved himself, I'd say.
The obnoxious sound of pig grunts and squeals begin to blare over the PA system as Legion steps out onto the ramp with little theatrics. The track shifts to some generic country song that the techies thought would add to the Redneck vibe, though he does little to encourage the image as he makes his way down to the ring, staring straight ahead and ignoring the outstretched hands and jeers from the crowd. Climbing into the ring via the steel steps, Legion moves straight to the corner, back against the turnbuckle waiting for his match to begin.
Zach Davis: We thought Adam Young and Legion were aligned for a short while, it didn't last. Hence tonight's grudge match.
The bell sounds and the two men circle. They tie up. Adam Young quickly outwrestles Legion, taking him to the mat with a variety of chainwrestling moves before dropping the elbow on the back of Legion's head. Legion rolls away but Young grabs his foot and pulls him back in. As Legion is pulled in he kicks Young away. Adam runs at Legion who rolls him up with a schoolboy pin.
No!, Legion breaks away. Both men to their feet.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young is a veteran wrestler, guys, and a veteran of this business. You can't take anything away from him.
Legion runs at Young and Young counters it into a Powerslam. Young then turns him over and puts him into a Camel Clutch.
Zach Davis: The fans are divided on who to root for here.
Gravedigger: I don't think they want to root for anyone!
Legion powers his way to the ropes and grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break, which Adam Young only breaks at the last second. Young releases the hold and Legion runs at him - only for Young to catch him in a Belly to Belly!
Freddy Whoa: Redneck versus Redneck!, and Adam Young just hit a vicious throw.
Young floats over and pins Legion.
No!, shoulder up.
Zach Davis: Close, but no cigar!
Young backs off and waits for Legion to stand before running at him...
Gravedigger: Running DDT!
No!, Legion shoves him off. Young runs back at him and Legion gouges him in the eyes. The fans boo as Young reels and Legion spins him around, pulling him in...
Freddy Whoa: TO THE SLAUGHTER! For my money, one of the most devastating finishers in WCF today!
Legion drops and pins Young.
Zach Davis: And there it is. Legion picks up the victory.
Legion's music plays as he rolls out of the ring, heading to the back.
Gravedigger: What does the future hold for Legion?
Freddy Whoa: Only time will tell.
Bad News Benson stomps down like he's pissed off at men, women, children, animals, and Gods. He harasses fans occassionally.
Zach Davis: He's got issues.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
Freddy Whoa: And here is the People's Champion! Here is #beachkrew's Kyle Kemp!
Kemp runs at Benson as the bell rings. Benson gouges his eyes, sending him reeling, but Kemp turns back. Benson rushes him and Kemp gouges HIS eyes!
Gravedigger: It's gouge-a-palooza!
Bad News Benson goes to kick Kemp in the groin before Kemp grabs the foot. Kemp spins Benson around and Scoop Slams him before dropping an elbow. Benson rolls away so Kemp hits the mat. Both men are to their feet and Benson drops Kemp with a Clothesline. Kemp stumbles back up and Benson kicks him in the gut, doubling him over. Benson lifts Kemp up.
Zach Davis: Powerbomb!
Kemp punches Benson several times before dropping away from him, landing on his feet. Benson turrns and Kemp drops him with a Reverse DDT before going for the pin.
Freddy Whoa: No!, Benson kicks out!
Kemp puts Benson in a Chinlock.
Crowd: YOU BOTH SUCK! YOU BOTH SUCK!
Kemp releases the hold out of anger.
Zach Davis: Most times the crowd urges the face up and so he can break away... this time it seems like they just pissed one of the guys off.
Kemp yells at a particularly loud, obnoxious individual in the front row... before turning and eating a boot to the groin from Benson!
Gravedigger: THERE IT IS!
Kemp yells out in pain and drops before Benson pins him.
NO!, Kemp kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: He's the People's Champ for a reason!
Benson picks Kemp up and throws him to the turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: He's ready for the Ghetto Bomb!
Benson runs at Kemp but Kemp gets the boot up, which Benson runs into. Benson turns and angrily runs at Kemp.
Gravedigger: Kemp lifts him... SHOW OFF! He hits his Flapjack!
Benson hits the mat and with one fluid motion Kemp runs at Benson and drops him.
Freddy Whoa: Back to the Minors. Into the pin.
Zach Davis: Your People's Champion is victorious.
Kemp gets up and raises his belt high in the air as we go to commercial.
“Destruction” by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers as the fans express their elation. Occulo appears through the curtains on the top row and silences the music immediately. He speaks as he walks down the steps.
Occulo: Hello Hawaii!!
The crowd cheer.
Occulo: You know, I’ve been back for one week and someone already has a damn problem with me. Wolf, you bitched about my name, then you had a bitch about me eliminating you from War. I mean, I quite like my name, don’t you Hawaii?
They cheer again in agreement.
Occulo: As for eliminating you from War, well, shit.
He holds his hands up.
Occulo: I sincerely apologise from the bottom of my heart. I mean what was I thinking? Actually eliminating a competitor from a rather important match.
The crowd boo sarcastically.
Occulo: I’m messing with you Wolf. You didn’t like how I eliminated you. Well, alright. You want to face me one on one? You got it. I’ll look you in the eyes and beat you just as easily as I did at War. If you have a problem with me Wolf, then hell, lay it all on me. Come on. I’m absolutely itching for a fight and if it’s with a guy who is looking for revenge then that’s perfect. Make it happen Seth.
He reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope
Occulo: Going back to War, sadly I didn’t manage to pull through for you guys. It was one hell of a jump back in to the deep end and I enjoyed every minute of it. Jay Omega, congratulations on your win. Very, very impressive.
The crowd applaud his graciousness in defeat.
Occulo: So what now? I go next week and I beat Wolf and I remind you all what I can do. I remind everyone in the back what I can do, and I’ll do it all and more with a big smile on my face. I am ready for whatever challenge is thrown at me. The belts, well they’ll come later. But right now, Wolf, you come at me next week with everything you’ve got and leave nothing behind. Don’t hold back. Hell we’ll even fight under a full moon if you want. Every cut and every bruise will be reminders of why I’m here. Do your worst Wolf, because my philosophy remains as it always was…
He raises one arm in the air and shouts to the crowd
Occulo: BLEED, FOR WHAT..YOU…LIVE FOR!!!
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts through the speakers as Occulo brings his arm down with a nod to the crowd and exits up the ramp.
Gravedigger: Our next match is for the WCF Television Championship! Here comes our challenger.
“Where Are You Now” by Skrillex and Diplo hits, then a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" Dustin Beaver to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. Beaver heads into to the ring and waits for the match to begin.
Zach Davis: I’m going to guess Dustin earned this TV Title match based on his fairly surprising performance in War, lasting over twenty minutes with many of WCF’s best in the ring.
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 wearing the WCF Television Title!
Freddy Whoa: Another decent showing in War, Teo Del Sol. His night began by winning back the TV Title, but War was just too much for him.
The audience goes wild as he points toward his opponent 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 TV Title and hands them to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation.
DING DING DING, the match begins. Teo and Dustin circle one another, not wanting to be the first to initiate contact, and potentially make a mistake. They eventually lock up as the crowd cheers them on, Teo grabbing a side headlock. Dustin tries to fight out but Teo has it locked in tight. Teo transitions into a hammerlock and then a crucifix pin!
Beaver slides out before the count of one, but Teo is back on the attack with that side headlock. Dustin fights out of this one, sending Teo off into the ropes and going for a clothesline which Teo ducks. On the return Dustin throws Teo into the air with a tilt-a-whirl but Teo changes it around mid move and armdrags Dustin over. Dustin Beaver rushes into another armdrag. Teo kicks the legs out from under Dustin and hits a short running senton! Another pin!
Gravedigger: He’s not going to get Dustin with that one.
Nooo not even close, Dustin pushes Teo off and slams his fist into the mat in frustration. Dustin gets up and Teo clinches him up in a Northern Lights but Beaver blocks it, instead picking Teo up in a suplex of his own. Dustin floats over, but instead of going for a pin, lays some punches in Teo. Dustin stands and pulls Teo up to his feet, throwing Teo to the corner. Dustin charges in with a forearm shot that rattles Teo enough to give Dustin time to climb up to the middle rope and fly off with a bulldog! Dustin spikes Teo hard but Teo rolls out to the apron. Dustin reaches through the ropes and pulls Teo to his feet, hitting another forearm. Dustin off the opposite ropes now and goes to shoulder Teo in the gut but Teo jumps and stomps on the back of Dustin’s head driving him face first into the apron! Dustin is seeing stars. Teo measures him and executes a headscissors through the ropes to the floor, pulling Dustin out! Teo is inside the ring, Dustin on the floor – TIME TO FLY! Teo Del Sol leaps over the top rope in a flip crashing down onto Dustin Beaver to the delight of the crowd! Teo rolls Dustin back in the ring, and heads to the top rope. Teo flies off with a senton – Beaver gets the knees up! Teo hits hard and rolls to his knees, Beaver is up and drops Teo down hard with a double arm DDT. Teo flops to his stomach and Dustin slides in for a pin!
Zach Davis: Incredible action, is this enough to take town Teo?
NO Teo kicks out, the crowd is happy about that one. No hesitation, Dustin Beaver locks in That’s a Wrap! Teo calls out in agony as he tries to fight his way out of the move. It isn’t looking good, Teo is fading.
Not fading enough though, Teo rolls over to his back and then executes a backward roll to his feet! But Dustin Beaver is still locked in, hanging off Teo’s body! Teo lunges for the ropes to break the hold. Dustin doesn’t break though. Instead he uses his hands to climb up the ropes and then swings his body around taking Teo over in a huricanrana going in a cartwheel! Teo is dumped right on his head!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA Teo got spiked! What a move from Beaver!
Gravedigger: I never thought I’d see Dustin Beaver throw such a technical move at Teo Del Sol. Kid is showing me something tonight.
Zach Davis: Showing bad tattoos, as well.
Dustin signals that this is it, he’s going for the Bass Drop. Teo is placed on the top turnbuckle, Dustin Beaver climbs up to the middle rope after him. The crowd isn’t impressed. Dustin hooks the arms but Teo slips a hand out and hits a palm strike on Beaver. Dustin fires back with an elbow to the top of the head. Teo drops to the mat, hooks Beaver in a powerbomb but swings his legs up to hook the arms!
Teo flips forward and takes Dustin Beaver off the middle rope in a sunset flip powerbomb, keeping the shoulders down as he pins!
Gravedigger: Teo Del Sol retains!
The bell sounds as Teo rolls away.
Zach Davis: Fast match!, but Teo Del Sol got lucky by my estimation.
Teo takes his belt and rolls away as Dustin Beaver is up and incredulous. He can't believe Teo got the win there.
Freddy Whoa: I can see Dustin Beaver coming for that belt again, Zach. He pushes himself to another level here tonight.
Kyle Steel: THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL, AND IT IS FOR THE WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! INTRODUCING THE FIRST CHALLENGER, FROM MIAMI, FLORIDA!!! WEIGHING IN AT AN INCREDIBLE 475 POUNDS!!!
“Buy Me A Boat” by Chris Janson hits the speakers and the crowd hops to their feet as Billy steps out from the back, as Kyle Steel finishes saying...
Kyle Steel: BILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLY!!!
Billy 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, as the commentators speak about the upcoming match...
Zach Davis: Well, the first contender here is Billy. Coming in first for his shot at the United States Title...
Freddy Whoa: Good thing he comes to the ring first, so he can rest before the beginning of the match...
Gravedigger: I don't even know what to say. Can't believe he's even in this match...
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.
Gravedigger: Now that the tubby bastard is in the ring, its time for the clown...
Kyle Steel: AND HIS OPPONENT, COMING TO US FROM CENTEREACH, NEW YORK, AND WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS!!! HE IS THE RECORD-SETTING, HEART-BREAKING, AND SOUL-CRUSHING GEMINIIIIIIIIIIII BATTLE!!!
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain. The crowd cheers as he accepts the praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring.
Zach Davis: The newest and co-holder of the record for most War eliminations in one night, Gemini Battle earned this shot by taking out David Sanchez at War...
Freddy Whoa: Gemini's had a few shots at titles and glory, but not while he's been on this tear. Ever since the loss of the Trios Titles, he has really stepped up his game and has emerged past the expectations of the fans!
Gravedigger: Some are even so bold as to say he has now outshadowed even his partners Bates and Murdock! Not like that's anything to brag about, since neither of them have ever won the World Title...
Zach Davis: Well, Gemini Battle gets a shot to get one step closer to that group tonight, as he sees if lightning can indeed strike twice upon David Sanchez.
Freddy Whoa: Of course, Sanchez does not need to be pinned to lose the titles, so there is that to keep in mind, too...
Gemini slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and watches Billy across the ring from him for any indication of treachery.
The arena falls into a tepid silence as the opening guitar riff to Royal Blood’s “Out of the Black” begins to trickle out of the PA system, starting quiet and building to a thunderous din as the words kick into action. The crowd are perplexed at first until the titantron does the legwork in identifying who is coming to the ring by showing highlights from the career of David Sanchez’ various matches in other companies mixed in with what little vignettes and matches he has had here in WCF.
So don’t breathe when I talk,
‘Cause you haven’t been spoken to.
The song play on as the audience erupts into a sea of distasteful chants and a rapture of hissing, gesturing and miscellaneous disapproving noises. David Sanchez appears centre stage, with his wife at his side. His eyes unblinking as he soaks in the loathing. Dressed in his simple wrestling gear of purple cage-fighting shorts, taped wrists, Black and purple boots, capped with fingerless black gloves he appears a much different man than he does behind the curtain. In contrast to his drug-addled antics of promos both past and present this impressive specimen wears only one additional item to approach the ring, a T-shirt he had launched through his wives’ online fashion outlet. The slogan branded on this simple black garment reads “[FEAR] Fuck Empathy” in purple font.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring being accompanied by the Demoness. Hailing from the Orange County, California. Weighing in tonight at 233lbs. He is the reigning United States Champion. The Plaaaague, David Sanchez.
Zach Davis: And here is the reigning United States Champion, ready to defend his title...
Freddy Whoa: Well, we assume he is. Nobody has heard much of anything from the champ in the back. As if he's keeping his distance from the WCFVerse.
Gravedigger: I think he's finally figured out that the fans suck and he doesn't need to placate to them and their requests. Good for him! Don't take no guff from these assholes!
David’s emotionless stare at the crowd turns into a grimace at hearing the words “self-proclaimed” as a prefix to his accolades and he begins a slow pace to the ring. No pyrotechnics are launched, nor do the lights flicker. He believed simplicity was more intimidating than flashing strobes, smoke and fireworks. As he walks he removes the aforementioned T-shirt, an action which draws a slight stirring from the fans closest to the ramp who believe they may be given this item of clothing. Instead, upon acknowledging this optimism, Sanchez simply hangs the T-shirt over the optical lense of the cameraman who had been documenting his walk to the ring causing a momentary fault in focus which is quickly dealt with as the low hissing turns into a tidal wave of boos by those disheartened by his inability to share.
I’ve got a gun for a mouth,
‘Got a bullet with your name on it.
A the music shifts back to a heavy guitar solo David Sanchez pauses, receiving the traditional good luck kiss on his cheek from Lady Knives and then slides under the bottom ropes before he leaps back to his feet, staring down the ring announcer without so much as batting an eyelid at the audience. With this final blatant disregard for showmanship he turns back to the stage, awaiting his opponent whilst stretching out his limbs in a warm-up. He acts as though the arena is empty, as if this was simply a practice run. A slightly troubling smile appears on his previously void of emotion complexion as the music ceases and the crowd’s obvious resentment for his presence surrounds him like a warm blanket of hate.
He pulls his belt off of his waist, as the referee Stanley Moser grabs it and holds it up in the air for everyone to see. Gemini is back on his feet, Billy is either leaning or sitting on the middle turnbuckle across from him, as David Sanchez has a corner perpendicular to both men, looking at both men with a combination of paranoia and murder in his eyes, before Moser calls for the bell...
David Sanchez is just in the ring holding up his United States title belt to jeer from the crowd when the opening notes of Dangerous by Shaman's Harvest begin to play and the crowd erupts knowing what's coming.
Zach Davis: Alex Richards is not scheduled to be in this triple threat match. What's he doing there?
Wavedigger: That's Pantheon. Always sticking their nose where it doesn't belong.
Freddy Whoa: Sounds more like the Beach Krew to me.
Wavedigger: You shut your lying mouth Whoa before I shut it for you!
Alex Richards does step out into the ring ramp carrying a massive American flag which he waves back and forth to massive cheers and massive annoyance from Sanchez who shouts at him from the ring. Alex just grins and places his flag in a flag holder than begins to speak.
Alex Richards: I am just out here for my United States title match but.. oh wait.. you are still ducking me! This is not my United States title shot at all! So why I am out here eh Davey? Simple, I'm not going to let you think you can ignore me and I'll go away! This is not fucking high school, or a crappy job you don't want, or an income tax audit or jury duty. I am not something you ignore! I am not something that's going to go away! In fact if not for Gemini Battle offering me the title shot if he wins tonight I would hit that ring right now and give you the thrashing you deserve. A good old, red, white and blue American style ass kicking! You absolutely deserve that, but I'm not gonna take someone else's title chance away from them. I'm not gonna be just like you. In fact, unlike you, I even have a gift..
Alex raises his hands to the heavens.. and the sky falls over the ring. Well it probably looked like that to David Sanchez as thousands of black and white photos of the Archduke of Mass Confusion flood the ring hitting David, covering the canvas. Alex grins and picks up his flag before getting in one last verbal jab.
Alex Richards: Ignore me now David.
Zach Davis: Obviously we're going to go to a commercial break...
Gravedigger: FUCK THAT SHIT! START THIS FUCKING MATCH!!!
All three competitors do indeed ignore Richards, as security comes to escort him out of the arena. The three men square off at each other in the middle of the ring, as Billy rushes Sanchez, trying to use his girth to corner him in the ring. Sanchez sidesteps Sanchez, though he gets caught with a...
Zach Davis: Crossbody by Gemini on Sanchez. The cover!!!
Freddy Whoa: One count!
Gravedigger: Oh, you're going to have to do better than that!
Freddy Whoa: Gemini gets off of Sanchez, but Billy grabs him and slings him into the ropes...
Gravedigger: And a toss from Billy. Billy goes for a splash...
Zach Davis: Gemini rolls out of the ring. Good ring awareness to get out of a bad situation...
Gravedigger: And now Sanchez is on the offensive, with a chop block to Billy's knee from behind! And Sanchez now has Billy's arm...
Zach Davis: OUCH! And Sanchez has some variation of an arm vice around his leg, while he pounds away at the face of Billy...
Freddy Whoa: What would you call that?
Gravedigger: A BAD IDEA!!! BILLY JUST LAUNCHES SANCHEZ INTO THE AIR!
Zach Davis: Down he goes! And Sanchez is rolling out of the ring, as Gemini comes back in!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! SPRINGBOARD PLANCHA INTO THE RING ON BILLY!!!
Gravedigger: Listen to that ring shake under the weight of Billy!!! And I thought Bates being the ring was taxing to the structure!!!
Zach Davis: Gemini is back on his feet, as he grabs Billy's huge legs, and he looks to try and turn him for a Boston Crab!
Freddy Whoa: AND BILLY KICKS HIM OFF!!! GEMINI OVER THE TOP ROPE, AND BILLY IS IN THE RING BY HIMSELF YET AGAIN!
Gravedigger: Jesus, Billy looks winded already, but he has the upper hand for now!
Zach Davis: His conditioning has to be a concern, especially if Billy does wind up pulling off the upset and walking out the Champion.
Freddy Whoa: Well, not if that guy has anything to say about it, as Sanchez slides back into the ring, and Billy turns to face him, before holding his hand up to the referee!!!
Gravedigger: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!
Freddy Whoa: Looks like Billy is Asking for 5! Billy Asking for 5!!! AND I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!
Zach Davis: Sanchez is backing off! Unusual character change for Sanchez, and even Gemini is surprised, as he finds himself back inside of the ring. Sanchez and Battle look at each other, and there they go!!!
Gravedigger: Sanchez gets out of the grapple with an arm...
Freddy Whoa: Gemini rolls through to get out, and an armtwist of his own on Sanchez!
Zach Davis: Sanchez rolls through himself, and Gemini lets go of Sanchez. And another grapple...
Gravedigger: Gemini with a hiptoss on Sanchez! Gemini to his feet...
Freddy Whoa: Sanchez with a drop toehold on Gemini Battle, as he barely misses the bottom turnbuckle with his face!
Gravedigger: Sanchez with the ankle as he tries to pull Battle into the ring, but Moser telling Sanchez to let go with Gemini having a hold of the ropes. Moser's starting to count, and Sanchez lets Battle go, and stomps on him instead!!!
Zach Davis: That didn't endear him to Moser, who's now shoving off Sanchez... Uh-oh...
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! Billy just spun Sanchez around like a top and planted his forehead right into the face of Sanchez!!! And an uppercut that knocks Sanchez flat in the middle of the ring!!! Billy walks over and puts a foot on the middle of Sanchez's chest! Moser counting...
Gravedigger: Good! That was a bullshit pin attempt, as it was! If you want it, you gotta work for it, fat man!!!
Zach Davis: Looks like he plans on it, as he's got Sanchez up in what might be the Mamma Jamma Slamma...
Freddy Whoa: Dropkick from Gemini Battle hits Sanchez, and knocks Billy backwards into the ropes... Is Sanchez going to take Billy over the top ropes?
Gravedigger: NO!!! BILLY HITS THE MAMMA JAMMA SLAMMA AFTER TRIPPING OVER HIS OWN FEET STAYING INSIDE OF THE RING!!! MOSER FOR THE COUNT!!!
Zach Davis: AND BROKEN UP BY GEMINI BEFORE A COUNT COULD EVEN BE MADE!!! SANCHEZ THE CHAMPION IS IN TROUBLE! BILLY LOOKS WINDED AGAIN! CAN GEMINI SNAG UP SINGLES GOLD AFTER A RUN AS A TRIOS CHAMPION?
Gravedigger: God, I hope not!!!
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle is back on his feet, and Billy is struggling to his!
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and Sanchez doesn't look like that boded well for him in that last go-round. He's rolling out of the ring.
Gravedigger: Veteran move, considering that Gemini and Billy are hammering away at each other. But he's got to get back into this match if he wants to keep that title around his waist!
Zach Davis: Gemini Battle with an attempted Irish Whip into the ropes, but Billy easily reverses it...
Freddy Whoa: FOREARM TO THE HEAD OF BILLY!!! That looked to have stunned him a bit... Gemini hitting the ropes again... Crossbody...
Gravedigger: MAMMA JAMMA SLAMMA ON GEMINI BATTLE! MOSER FOR THE COUNT!!!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!! AND BILLY ALMOST STOLE THIS ONE FOR THE RECORD BOOKS!!!
Gravedigger: And it looks like Sanchez is leaving!!! What the hell?
Zach Davis: Maybe he really did hurt something bad. Mistress Demoness or whatever she's calling herself is with him now, but Billy's got Gemini up, and he's launching him into the turnbuckles!!!
Gravedigger: HERE IT COMES!!!
Zach Davis: WILL HE HIT THE DEAD MAN'S DIVE AND TAKE HOME THE UNITED STATES TITLE!?!?!?
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Gravedigger: HOLY SHIT!!!
Zach Davis: JESUS CHRIST ALMIGHTY!!!
GEMINI ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY! Billy's huge gut crashes into the turnbuckle, BREAKING IT!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
Gravedigger: I didn't even know that was possible!
Billy holds his gut in pain as Gemini Battle drops down onto him.
Zach Davis: HERE'S THE PIN!
Freddy Whoa: FOR THE TITLE!
Gravedigger: NEW CHAMPION! TAKE THAT, SANCHEZ!
The bell sounds as the referee hands Gemini Battle the United States Title.
Zach Davis: GEMINI BATTLE HAS DONE IT!
Freddy Whoa: United States Title! Whether he's calling himself Livewire Grayson Pierce or Gemini Battle, this is his first singles title in the company!
Gravedigger: He's worked at it for a LONG time, guys. At War, he broke records!, as much as I hate to say it. And tonight, he's United States Champion.
Battle climbs up onto the turnbuckle, raising his newly won Title in the air as we go to commercial.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a six-man tag team match and is set for one fall. Introducing first, your Trios Champions . . .
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. And then the lights cut; darkness on the set for a few moments that are then broken by three spotlights on the top of the ramp where we see Alex Richards and Jeff Purse flanking Jay Omega in the center, their collective four title belts reflecting the light across the closest fans. The mysterious music hits its crescendo as the trio make their way down the ring as brothers until they reach it. Jeff Purse slides under the bottom rope while Alex Richards and Jay Omega use the steel steps. Then, standing in the same sequence as it had been on the stage, the three men hold their titles high, a wall of gold that was Pantheon.
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at a combined weight of Seven Hundred and Eighty-Six Pounds, they are Alex Richards, Jeff Purse, and your WCF WORLD CHAMPION Jay Omega . . . PANTHEON!
Freddy Whoa: Trinidad James would be proud of all this gold.
Zach Davis: And Zombie McMorris’ Internet Title will make five belts in a pile. Our timekeeper is going to feel like Smaug sitting on that rich pile.
Gravedigger: I don’t know which of you two I hate more.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents . . .
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Master Ryushi emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises his fists in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he hops the turnbuckle and 'gets loose' awaiting his opponent.
Kyle Steel: First, from Griffen, Georgia, standing at six foot five inches and weighing in at two-hundred and forty five pounds, accompanied by Master Ryushi . . . he is Doc HENRY.
Zach Davis: What we don’t see tonight is the Confederate Champion that Doc Henry used to carry all the time. That would’ve made six belts.
Gravedigger: Guess he finally wanted to distinguish himself from Adam Young and the Texas Heavyweight Championship he won.
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. He stares hard at Pantheon as he moves slowly into his corner.
Zach Davis: Oblivion doesn’t seem to like Pantheon.
Freddy Whoa: Honestly, Zach, does he like anyone?
Kyle Steel: And their partner, your Internet Champion . . .
No fanfare, no fireworks, nothing but Zombie McMorris and a single trombonist in a black suit step out onto the ramp. Mic in hand and Internet Title strapped around his waist, Zombie McMorris points down to the ring, a wicked grin on his scarred face.
Zombie McMorris: This one is for you, Oblivion and Doc Henry. Come find me when Jonny Fly wants a real fight.
And waving his finger around in a circle, the trombonist begins to a play a slow funeral dirge. Zombie closes his eyes, grinning to the music for a few moments, before exiting to the back, the trombonist following suit, still playing the music as he disappears behind the curtain.
Zach Davis: I guess Zombie has given up on this match already.
Gravedigger: The Honey Badger don’t give a shit.
Five men stand in the ring for a moment, confused by the sudden turn of events.
Freddy Whoa: So what, are we going to have us a Handicap match, then?
With a battle cry, Oblivion charges across ring and sends Jay Omega and Alex Richards over the top rope to the outside of the ring. The referee, with little else he could do, calls for the bell.
Freddy Whoa: I guess we will.
DING DING DING
Alone in the ring, Jeff Purse brings the fight to the towering Oblivion with sharp kicks to his knees. They don’t seem to faze the Monster, who puts both hands in the center of Purse’s chest and shoves him back. Purse goes with it, tumbling backwards so he rolls to his feet, only to eat a massive running headbutt. A skull on skull collision that puts a dazed Purse to the mat, with Oblivion towering over him in the ring. Only for a moment as IT shoots the ropes, coming back on the rebound with a huge splash that quickly transitions into a cover.
Zach Davis: Oblivion has shown early on that he doesn’t need a team at all. Can he single handedly defeat our Trios Champions?
Despite the onslaught, Jeff Purse slips a shoulder out from under Oblivion after a single slap of the referee’s palm on the mat. Oblivion, unfazed by the resistance, grabs Purse by the head before he can find his feet and pulls him closer so that they’re both in a seated position. Oblivion sticks his thick knee into the center of Purse’s back before inserting two hooked fingers into Jeff’s mouth and wrenches back with a double fish hook. The referee immediately begins a five count for the obvious illegal technique.
Freddy Whoa: I don’t know if Jeff Purse can handle four seconds of those grimy fingers in his mouth. Think of the germs!
Alex Richards is to the rescue, though, sliding into the ring and charges forward with a big boot that rock’s the seated Oblivion. Releasing the hold, Oblivion falls to the mat while Richards stomps away at him until Purse can find his feet. Then, with his hands cupped low, Alex gives Purse an assist as The Future leapt high in the air with a standing moonsault that has the flash photography going here in the Stan Sheriff Center. A pinfall follows.
Zach Davis: And the Monster literally tosses Purse off of him as he rolls over to his corner and tags in Doc Henry.
While the referee forcibly pushes Richards out of the ring, Doc Henry steps into the ring; meanwhile Jeff Purse, who had been tossed across the ring, tagged in the Omega, who spring boarded into the ring to a pop from the crowd (because fans in Hawaii will pop for just about anything). The ring clear for the two men, they step forward, locking up with a collar and elbow. They wrench back and forth, technical ability against veteran experience, until finally the champ takes control. Twisting Doc into a hammerlock submission, Omega ducks the back elbow from the Confederate and threw him to the mat with an arm drag, maintaining control of the arm as he wrenches at it with a standing armbar. Doc, not to be overcome, reaches up and jabs Omega in the eye to break the hold.
Freddy Whoa: Doc Henry hasn’t gotten any mellower over the years. Dirty to the bone.
Omega stumbles back, hand over his eye, as Doc rolls to his feet, shooting the ropes. Henry has a shoulder block in mind, but a standing dropkick halts the momentum he had been building. Grabbing Doc by the head, Omega drags him stumbling back to the Pantheon corner, tossing him roughly into the turnbuckle while Richards tags in by slapping Omega on the back. Then, grabbing Doc by the arms, Alex holds him there while Omega tears into him with rapid Shotei palm strikes into the abdomen, concluding the onslaught with a heavy European Uppercut.
Zach Davis: Pantheon showing some of the same teamwork they had going when they defeated DRG for those Trio titles three weeks ago.
Gravedigger: Meanwhile, Oblivion is almost frothing at the mouth. How that is helping Doc Henry, I’m not quite sure.
Richards holds onto the groggy Henry as he steps into the ring. Pulling the Southern Gentleman closer, Alex tosses him up and over with a T-Bone suplex that had Doc arching his back high to alleviate some of the pain. Richards gives him little time to recoup, though, as he goes for the pin immediately.
Zach Davis: Doc still has some fight in him.
Gravedigger: That’s what the other Confederates thought by boy Sherman wrecked shop.
Freddy Whoa: You are old enough, ‘digger, to have known Sherman I guess.
Gravedigger: Yeah, and I specifically remember him leaving your grandpappy to swim in the Ebenezer Creek, too.
While the announcers trade their barbed words, Alex Richards locks in a High Angle Boston Crab in the center of the ring, wrenching hard at Doc’s head, hoping to put stress on it and Henry’s already tweaked back. Oblivion begins to climb into the ring, though, right in Alex’s line of sight, forcing a break of the submission as The Archduke releases the hold to defend himself against The Monster. The referee bravely steps in between the two, stopping Oblivion from entering the ring; with his back turned, he doesn’t see Doc reach under Alex with a shattering low blow.
Zach Davis: Doc Henry went mining with that arm and found some jewels with that blow.
Gravedigger: Wavedigger approves of that homage to #BeachKrew.
Richards stands there for a moment, clutching at his manhood, allowing Doc to reach his feet and wrap his arms around the champ. A Russian leg sweep follows with Doc rolling through with it, reaching his feet immediately. Then, leaping high, Doc Henry goes old school with an elbow drop across the nose of Richards. Alex’s in ring awareness kicks in as he rolls over onto his stomach immediately, taking away the chance for the quick pin.
Zach Davis: Most people don’t realize it, but you waste precious seconds when you have to roll someone as big as Richards onto his back.
Freddy Whoa: It’s like trying to sleep with Gravedigger’s mom: Not worth it.
Doc Henry didn’t appear to be in the mood for sleeping with anyone’s mom as he reaches his feet, standing over top of the supine Richards. Reaching down, Doc clinches at the champ’s waist, a deadlift German Suplex in mind. He heaves, finding the strength to get Alex to a standing position, but the big man’s weight proved too much. Alex plants his feet before planting a heavy elbow across the side of Doc’s head; then, with the Confederate stunned, he shoots the ropes. Jeff Purse reaches out and barely slaps Alex on the back as he hits the ropes, but stays on the apron as Richards rebounds, a big boot in mind. Doc surprises him though with a spinning heel kick, sending the big man to the mat. Doc lands on his feet facing the Pantheon corner just in time to eat a Springboard DDT with its two signature rotations.
Zach Davis: The Future strikes with The Future!
A pinfall ensues.
Freddy Whoa: But Doc Henry shows he can still hang with the newer generation of wrestlers.
Gravedigger: By a thread.
Doc rolls onto his side, clutching at his head as Purse climbs to his feet. Oblivion is reaching his long arm out, trying to tag into the match with the downed Doc Henry. Purse grabs Doc by the arm and drags him away from his corner, holding the arm high before falling to the ground, wrenching and slamming at the appendage in the process.
Zach Davis: Pantheon is trying their hardest to keep Oblivion out of this match. Sound strategy in my book.
Purse rolls to his feet and stomps away at the downed Doc Henry, hoping to keep the man down. Despite the onslaught, Doc begins to push himself to his feet. Purse shoots the ropes just before he does, though, and takes him back down to the mat with a running neckbreaker once he does. He rolls back to his feet again, going straight back to the stomps. Doc starts crawling towards Oblivion, until Jeff Purse leaps high, coming down onto the back of Doc’s head with a double foot stomp that stuns the former tag champ.
Gravedigger: This aggression we’re seeing from Jeff Purse . . . I like it. Especially since Doc Henry suffers for it.
Purse backs into the corner adjacent to his own, waiting as Doc began to stir. The Spoke on his mind, Jeff Purse can only wait until Doc Henry reaches his feet to end this match. And then a woman’s scream pierces the arena over the PA system, accompanied by a red hand on the titantron.
Zach Davis: That scream, that hand . . . I can only mark the arrival of one man!
And Jeff Purse knows exactly who that man may be, stepping over the stirring Doc Henry to stand on the side of the ring closest to the entrance ramp, awaiting the arrival of his oldest foe. But no figure steps out from backstage beneath the glowing hand, which is soon replaced by a four digit sequence that is read aloud over the PA system by the familiar voice of Legion.
Legion: Six three, three six.”
And then it all fades away, the numbers, the voice, the suspenseful anticipation . . . all replaced by a standing Doc Henry who turns the enraged Jeff Purse around to face him. Grabbing ahold, Doc lifts the trios champ up high before planting him with a one-handed powerslam into the center of the ring.
Zach Davis: Gambler’s Hand from Doc! But he’s still groggy from the stomp and doesn’t go for the pin.
Indeed, the fans here in Hawaii began to stir as they know what is coming next; both Doc and Purse crawl to their respective corners as the crowd’s anticipation begins to build. Then with bursts of energy, both men leap to tag in their partners to a huge pop, as World Champ leaps into the ring against the Monster. Oblivion meets Omega’s running charge like a brick wall, taking the sharp kicks from the champ like a . . . well, like a champ. Grabbing Omega by the throat, Oblivion lifts him high for a chokeslam, but that only puts Omega at Oblivion’s height to kick him clean in the jaw. Oblivion drops the champ, who wrenches at IT’s arm in attempts to Irish Whip him.
Freddy Whoa: It’s like trying to uproot a tree.
Indeed, Oblivion barely budges at the champ’s attempt to whip him, instead reversing it into a whip of his own. Omega rebounds off the ropes straight into the awaiting arms of Oblivion, who throws him up and over with a high, high back body drop. So high that Omega can rotate over and land on his feet to a pop from the crowd. Shooting the ropes on his own accord this time, Omega comes back with a leaping crossbody into the surprised Oblivion who, despite it all, catches the World Champ. Then, with a feral yell, IT slams Omega back first onto his awaiting knee, pushing down on the legs and chin of Omega afterwards, stretching him out over his thick leg.
Zach Davis: After that lightning quick display of reversals, Oblivion finally comes out ahead over the World Champion.
Grabbing the Pantheon member by the air, Oblivion hoists Omega up into a bear hug, further grinding away at the spine and back of the champ. Oblivion turns long enough to taunt Purse and Richards in their corner before breaking from the center of the ring, ramming Omega’s back into the adjacent turnbuckle. Then, in a modified form of the Oklahoma Stampede, Oblivion proceeds to carry the ragdoll Omega to the opposite corner, slamming him again into the ruthless steel. Knowing the Pantheon corner to be unsafe, he chooses his own corner to be the final place to charge into. But right before he reaches the corner, Omega free’s his arms long enough to ring Oblivion’s skull with a resounding bell clap. A second such strike from the champ frees him from Oblivion’s grasp, dropping him in the corner between Oblivion and Doc Henry. Grabbing the Monster by the head, Jay Omega proceeds with an STO into the corner, driving Oblivion’s already ringing skull into the bottom turnbuckle.
Zach Davis: We saw that same move from Omega against DRG and it is no less devastating.
Gravedigger: Last time, though, it had been in his own corner, and against someone who wasn’t Oblivion.
Omega stumbles out of the corner, trying to reach Richard’s outstretched hands, but Oblivion somehow grabs onto his ankle; unbeknownst to all save the referee, Doc Henry tags himself into the match and vaults into the ring, landing on the middle rope while Omega tries to shake Oblivion off of him. The champ finally frees himself from IT’s grasp, only to eat a leaping spear from the Southern Gentleman. A pinfall follows.
Freddy Whoa: The Confederate Rocket! Who knew the South had such artillery?
Gravedigger: Anyone who ever opened a book once in their lives, Freddy.
The champ slips the shoulder out from under Doc at the last moment, but stays there on his back. Doc takes a look at the top turnbuckle closest to him; the crowd pops at this too, even though Doc had been despicable the whole match. Ascending the top, Doc perches high, about to go All-In. And then he leaps, a Shooting Star Press in mind.
Freddy Whoa: But Jay Omega rolls out of the way, sending Doc crashing into the canvas!
Zach Davis: Jay has reached his corner and has tagged Alex Richards in.
The Archduke of Mass Confusion barges into the ring, meeting a rising Doc Henry a stiff lariat that sends Henry back to the ground again. Then reaching down, Alex Richards shows Doc Henry what a real deadlift is, hoisting the Southern Gentleman to his feet by his neck. Holding him high in a chokeslam position, Richards falls back, slamming Doc’s face to the mat before immediately transitioning into a crippler crossface.
Freddy Whoa: Zim-Quila Hangover into the submission! Doc Henry has surely taken a beaten tonight.
Gravedigger: They’re too close to the ropes though, within reach of The Monster, who has found his feet out on the apron.
Indeed, Alex’s head was within reach of an Oblivion stomp from the apron, breaking the submission. Richards drops the stunned Doc Henry, rising to meet the monster perched on the apron. A stare down ensues, with only the ropes separating them, until Oblivion breaks it with a heavy uppercut to Richard’s jaw. The champ responds with a chop that sparks a slugfest there in the center of the ring, while Doc slowly finds his feet behind them. The brawl is even until Richards lands a heavy chop across the throat of Oblivion, giving him a breath of respite. Grabbing Oblivion by the head, Alex heaves, hoping to suplex Oblivion over the top rope onto the prone Doc (though, Doc was nearly already to his feet), but Oblivion wouldn’t budge. Then, just as Doc reaches his feet, Oblivion counters by grabbing Alex by the head and dropping off the apron. Alex suddenly finds himself slingshot up and backward into the awaiting arms of Doc, who uses the momentum to finally connect with that bridging German Suplex he had attempted earlier.
Zach Davis: Despite the handicap from the onset, Oblivion and Doc Henry have stayed a part of this match. Could this be the deciding pinfall?
Gravedigger: That Springboard Leg Drop from Omega begs says no.
Indeed, the World Champ with his in-ring awareness, leapt over the ropes with a leg landing in Doc’s abdomen to break the crucial pinfall. Richards rolls across the ring and tags in Jeff Purse who vaults into the ring at the moment Doc finds his feet and grabs onto Omega. Doc turns, a second Gambler’s Hand in mind, only to eat a well-placed superkick from Purse
Freddy Whoa: The Spoke!
Oblivion, watching all of this unfold, climbs back onto the apron, where Jay Omega was waiting for him. Five Hundred and forty degrees later, Omega lands a hook kick that sends Oblivion crashing down to the concrete below.
Freddy Whoa: Thunderclap!
The three men of Pantheon, standing over the body of Doc Henry, all share a look and a collective nod. Then, while Jeff Purse ascends the top rope and Jay Omega steps onto the apron, Alex Richards pulls Doc to his feet and puts him into the powerbomb position. Hoisting the Southern Gentleman up high, Richards holds him there long enough for a springboarding Omega to fly in, sending him forcibly to the match with a busaiku knee strike. Omega rolls with the momentum, sliding out of the ring, to make space for the flying Jeff Purse who, after holding those five fingers high, came crashing down with a frog splash.
Freddy Whoa: And The Deflator! What a trifecta.
Zach Davis: This should very well be the final pinfall of the night.
A pinfall indeed does follow
Gravedigger: Nope. Oblivion went and pulled an Oblivion.
Having recovered from the hook kick, Oblivion had the wherewithal to dig under the ring and grab a chair, sliding into the ring. Before Alex Richards, who had stayed in the ring, could react, Oblivion slammed the chair down hard onto the back of Purse, leaving the referee only one thing he could: he calls for the Bell, disqualifying the team of Oblivion and Doc Henry.
Zach Davis: After all of that, we are left without a definite victory by Pantheon.
Freddy Whoa: Veteran move by the WCF veterans! That said, Oblivion could end up facing Pantheon again at the finals of Hellimination!
Gemini Battle is seen walking backstage, coming off the high of his US Title match. He looks like a ball of energy as he walks past the team of Spencer Adams and Vic Venable who give him a reassuring head nod.
Gemini Battle: Good luck, fellas. Fucking get ‘em tonight!
He continues on and sees something in the distance. He runs forward.
Gemini Battle: Omega man, wait up!
He runs forward, but Omega ignores him.
Gemini Battle: Hey! I haven’t seen you since War… just wanted to congratulate you and give you the ol’ I’m coming for ya! Ha!
Jay Omega: What the fuck are you playing at, Pierce? Haven’t seen me all day, what kind of bullshit is that? You don't think I'm onto your fucking game? I know what you’re doing, trying to lure me in, to suck me into your abyss. It didn't work when you tried to pull that shit with Hyena, it's not going to work this time, it's not EVER going to work on me!
Omega leaves and Battle stands alone backstage looking stunned and confused.
Gemini Battle: You could have just said no to the title shot…what the fuck?
The scene pans into the titantron!
Zach Davis: It's time for our main event! It was announced earlier this week that - due to injury - Joey Flash and Jonny Fly were forced to vacate the Tag Team Championships!
Wavedigger: And my boys in #BeachKrew are going to bring home the gold!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Let's not forget MY CHOICE, THE PEOPLE'S CHOICE, SPENCER ADAMS AND VIC VENABLE!
Wavedigger: Are you on the rock, Freddy? Those two don't stand a chance against the combined might of Los Tiburones and Wade Moor! They're vicious alone...but together?!
Zach Davis: Only time will tell Freddy. Both teams are coming HOT off of War! We'll see which one brings home the gold tonight!
The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA, to a huge POP from the crowd, as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer Adams and Vic Venable step onto the stage and lift their arms high into the air!
Zach Davis: Here come the fresh team, The People's Choice! You have to wonder how they will fare against the proven team of...OH MY GOD!
Zach stops short as Wade and Tibs come flying out from behind the curtain, knocking Spencer and Vic on the back of their heads! They both hit the ground as the two from #BeachKrew rain boots down on them! The crowd is BOOing at the horrendous actions!
Wavedigger: Why is the crowd booing them? That was a smart move by #BeachKrew! Spencer and Vic should have thought of it first!
Zach Davis: What are you talking about? They're trying to gain an early advantage in this Tag Team Championship match!
Wade and Tibs grab a hold of Spence and throw him into the barricade! Vic gets to his feet and hits Tibs in the gut with a right hook and doubles him over, but Wade hits Vic with a heavy lariat over Tibs back! Vic hits the ground again as Wade points towards Spencer! Tibs regains his composure and the two refocus on Adams!
Zach Davis: Somebody needs to postpone this damn match!
Wavedigger: No way! This is the most interesting thing I've seen all night!
Wade picks Spencer up by the throat and holds him in place! Tibs comes flying out of nowhere and dropkicks Spencer directly in the knee! Spence hits the ground, holding his damaged limb as #BeachKrew go to work on it! Tibs points to the ring and asks Wade to get a chair! Tibs kicks Spence in the knee a few times and Wade comes back with the foreign object! Tibs points at Spencer's knee and as Wade brings the chair up, Vic flies out of nowhere with a dropkick, knocking Wade off his feet. Tibs refocuses on Vic and the two start duking it out! Hard hits back and forth before Vic gains the advantage and pushes Tibs into the apron! Tibs nurses his back as Vic rolls out of the way for Spence to nail Tibs with a hard dropkick! Tibs hits the ground and Spence starts holding his knee in pain!
Zach Davis: That knee is looking bad now! You have to wonder if he'll be able to compete!
Vic checks on Spencer! Spencer tries to warn Vic but Wade grabs him from around the throat and tosses him into the barricade! Wade picks Spencer up and rolls him into the ring and slides in afterward as the ref calls for the bell! Wade tosses Spence into the turnbuckle and crushes him with a hard plancha splash. As Spence bounds off the turnbuckle, Wade slams Spence to the ground with a huge spine buster! He grabs Spence's injured leg, kicks him under the knee, and drops down with a huge elbow! Spence writhes in pain as Wade goes for the cover!
Zach Davis: Shoulder up from Spencer!
Freddy Whoa: Tiburones and Vic take their spots on the apron!
Wade tags in Tibs and holds Spencer's leg as Tiburones does a spinning kick to it and knocks Spencer to the ground! Spencer continues to yell in anguish as Tiburones repeatedly stomps on Spencer's leg! Tiburones with a quick tag to Wade and he lifts Spencer off the ground and drops him leg first on to his knee! Wade hits a few quick stomps to Spencer's leg and quick tags in Tibs! Tibs grabs Spencer's leg and does a quick floatover, extending Spencer's leg even more!
Zach Davis: Spencer can't even combat this! Wade and Tibs are controlling him in their corner and working that leg!
Wavedigger: They saw their opening and they took it! They aren't letting these belts get out of their grasp!
Tibs quickly tags in Wade, who lifts Spence off the ground and suplexes him leg first into the corner! Spencer hits the turnbuckle and grabs his knee, biting his fist in sheer agony! Wade tags in Tiburones and holds Spencer's leg over his knee. Tibs does a leap frog elbow drop to Spencer's leg who's face is conpletely red in pain! Vic is calling for the tag, but Spencer can't move! Wade tosses Spence into the corner and Tibs starts jacking him with hard boots to the chest and leg! He lifts Spencer up and goes to tag in Wade!...but Spence clocks Wade with an elbow and he falls off the apron! Tibs goes to check Spencer, but Spencer blocks it and brings his leg up for a high kick, knocking Tiburones away! Spence hits the mat and crawls toward Vic...but Wade flies in the ring and drags Spence away! Tibs gets to his feet and takes control of Spencer as Wade takes his spot on the apron! Tiburones locks in a one legged crab lock and Spence grabs the ropes! Wade kicks his hand off before the ref can see it and Tiburones dragsbhim out to the center of the ring!
Zach Davis: This could be it!
Wavedigger: We have new tag team champions!...
Spencer crawls towards the ropes as the crowd claps him on! He reaches...reaches...
Zach Davis: He got the ropes!
Tiburones drags Spence back out to the center of the ring...but Spence hangs on to the ropes and performs a flip, getting himself up right and nailing Tibs with an enziguiri! Tibs hits the mat and Spence stumbles to his corner, tagging im Vic to a POP from the crowd! Tibs tags in Wade and the two meet in the center of the ring! They trade bombs, but Vic nails one across the head that causes Wade to stumble back! Vic hits a knee to the gut and whips Wade off the ropes! He comes back and eats a dropkick for good measure! The crowd starts lighting up as Vic pumps them up!
Zach Davis: Watch out VIC!
Vic turns around to eat an uppercut from Wade! Vic bounds off the ropes and gets a belly to belly suplex from Wade, which hits the ref and causes them both to fall down!
Zach Davis: Just like that the tide has turned!
Freddy Whoa:...wait, who's that?!
Wavedigger: ITS BAD NEWS BENSON! And he has a chair!
Bad News Benson hits Tibs in the back with the chair, causing him to fall off the apron! He slides in the ring and Wade whips around to eat a chair to the head! Both members of #BeachKrew are out now!
Wavedigger: What a slimey tactic! Did Spencer Adams and Vic Venable hire him to come out at an oppertune time and do what they couldn't?!
Zach Davis: Don't be ridiculous! #BeachKrew has made plenty of enemies, and it wasn't long before they brought the battle to their shore!
Bad News Benson slides out of the ring as Vic and the ref come to! Vic throws his arm over Wade as the ref starts to count!
Zach Davis: They did it! We have new Tag Team Champions!
Wavedigger: What a scam! Wade and Tibs had that match in the bag before BNB made his way out here! Go to footage! Restart the match! This is a travesty!
Freddy Whoa: It's a bittersweet victory, but a victory none the less for The People's Choice!
The ref hands the tag team championships to Spence and Vic, who celebrate in the ring. #BeachKrew recoups on the outside of the rimg, trying to figure out what the hell just happened!
Zach Davis: We know that at Hellimination, the #beachkrew, if they defeat the AoD, will face either the Adams/Vic/Teo team OR Pantheon. And we know that whoever wins that finale will be in control of WCF.
Gravedigger: Is this shades of things to come? Could this Team With No Name end up in control of WCF?
The scene fades on Spence and Vic celebrating with their belts!