Drunk and Crazy by Mogwai is playing as Slam is live!
Wavedigger: Welcome to Slam! To start the show we have.. me slapping the shit out of both Zach Wavis and Freddy Bro for not supporting the Beach Krew at XIII.
Zach Wavis: What the fuck?
Freddy Bro: Don't hit me! Hit Zach!
Wavedigger reaches across and blasts Freddy.
Freddy Bro: Why me, why not Zach?
Wavedigger: You're the one who broke character! Besides I just felt like hitting someone and with my boys the Beach Krew in control I can pretty much do anything that I want to. So now it's time for a long winded rant on..
We never find out what was on Wavedigger's mind however as the sound cuts out, then the picture starts to go snowy. A familiar graphic appears: “WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL ERRORS. ONE MOMENT PLEASE.” The sound cuts back in briefly and you hear the crowd exploding. Then the picture re appears, only this time we see a massive bon fire just to the left of a parking lot, we see men and a women huddled around the bonfire, obviously in a celebratory mood. In the background the camera pans towards the Myth. Then closes in on Alex Richards who is fiddling on a lap top. Alex looks up, grins, and raises the boot he was drinking from, taking a big haul from it before deciding to speak.
Alex Richards: Knew if that tech guy could jam the signal on Friday I could do it tonight. Would have been easier if I wasn't seeing three screens but what the fuck this is a party! It was almost too easy, maybe the WCF tech guys don't like the Beach Krew either I wouldn't blame them for that at all! As the real internet champion I knew I could figure this out. Just one more way I'm better than Zombie McMorris. Now we would be at Slam this week but we decided right outside of the Myth was a great place for a party. So we are here celebrating our success last Friday. But then we thought.. do we really want to leave the fans with nothing but members of the Beach Krew on Slam? Yeah.. no. So we decided we were gonna jam the feed again just to show that, don't matter who is in charge we do what we want.
The cameraman, likely Shaun Zach Richards walks over towards the massive bonfire where a much the worse for wear Jeff Purse is seated in a lawn chair positioned perfectly to avoid the smoke from the blaze. Jeff finishes off one of the chicken wings he has on a plate, a real plate not out of the paper ones everyone else has, takes a sip from the cocktail he is holding, then beams contently towards the camera.
Jeff Purse: Chicken Wings cooked over an open fire. Can't beat that can you? We have a lot to celebrate this weekend. That's why we'll been out here celebrating all weekend. People thought that I was terrified of NVL. People thought that I was out for a long time after Nathan attacked me a few weeks ago. People knew I was out for a long time after Los Tiberones and Andre Aquarius double teamed me on Slam last week. No one thought I was going to make it to XIII, let alone defeat Leibert. I am a founding member of Pantheon? Did you really think I was going to miss XIII? Did you really think I was that easily intimidated? Nathan learned why it's not intelligent to threaten a man and his family. Beach Krew learned why it's important not to fire members of Pantheon, then show up at their show.
Jeff raises his drink in the air to offer a toast. Chelsea Armstrong raises hers up next drinking what appears to be a deep red wine, Alex raises his boot, Dexter Radcliffe raises his glass drinking some top shelf scotch he pilfered from Jayson Price's stock, and Corey Black well if you didn't know he was drinking Diet Coke you have no business even reading this.
Jeff Purse: To life lessons.
The group gives out a cheer then all drink deeply. Dexter Radcliffe decides he has something to say.
Dexter Radcliffe: Everyone thinks I'm pathetic because I'm the greatest fan of Pantheon who ever lived? Did you see what Pantheon did last week? I'm proud to be not only the greatest fan of Pantheon that ever lived but a proud member as well! I used to just cheer for Pantheon. Can you imagine the rush of joining your heroes in that final successful battle at the end of XIII? You guys all laugh at me for being a Pantheon mark. Well tonight after what we did to the Beach Krew I laugh at all of you!
Alex Richards: I think I'm laughing too Dex. People think I'm just some fun loving guy who would rather drink and gorge myself then truly offer any real threat. Well yeah, I do like to have a good time but if you push me... The last two weeks, I sent two people packing Wolf, and Jackson White. People were probably wondering why I sent failed Pantheon recruit Jack Page to BeachMania, simple, it was just a smoke screen, plus it's nice to have someone at the show, let us know what's happening. But what I really did this week was invite the Blue Lady to XIII. You saw what she did.
Alex looks over fondly at his mentor who looks almost lost in thought for a second before offering a wan smile.
Chelsea Armstrong: I would imagine everyone thought I was gone for good. After this week I would imagine The Beach Krew wishes that were true. But as it turns out all you have to do to get a girl back is just hold the right kind of BBQ. That one was for Scarecrow.
Alex Richards: Fucking right it was. For My old partner.
Dexter Radcliffe: Greatest People's Champion of all time? No doubt. I hope that doesn't happen to all of your partners though Alex.
Jeff Purse: The Beach Krew wanted a tribute for Scarecrow. How was that for a tribute?
The unofficial leader of Pantheon, the WCF legend, Creeping Death Corey Black who decked in purple is obviously back to being Corey Black finally decides to speak.
Corey Black: Fitting tribute indeed. Beach Krew... you had the nerve to fire me. You had the balls to fire Creeping Death. But you didn't have the brains to avoid my trap now did you? You only lost one member this week. I said you got off easy. Fuck with me, fuck with Pantheon again.. you won't get off so cheaply. You think I didn't know you guys were going to be there. We had spies at the XIII show, Pantheon has more contacts than you guys could ever dream of. You think I didn't know if we shut down your feed you would be coming. Oh, I knew.. and I banked on it! I haven't talked to Fly in months, even after we had our match, not a fucking word has been said. I couldn't tell you if he was alive or dead... But I had talked to Jonny Fly.. Pantheon is forever. Unlike the Beach Krew we have real loyalty. No matter how you try and spin things tonight everyone is gonna know what we did to you! So we are here, in my home turf, celebrating what we did! So gentleman... ladies.. I ask you one question, the one question everyone has been asking. Is Pantheon dead?
Dexter Radcliffe: From the minute Jonny Fly, The Unstable Elements, Jeff Purse, and Bobby Cairo got together there has only ever been one real stable. There still is only one real stable.. Pantheon is immortal!
Alex Richards: Is Pantheon dead? What the fuck type of question is that. There isn't enough booze and pills in the world for me to ever think that! Pantheon is alive and well! And always will be!
Jeff Purse: There is one one type of person who thinks Pantheon is dead. People wishing it was true because they were stupid enough to challenge us!
Chelsea Armstrong: Everything dies......................... except for Pantheon.
Corey Black: Goes without saying doesn't it? We;re going to celebrate humbling the Beach Krew. We're going to celebrate my win over Steve Orbit, Jeff's win over NVL, Alex's victory over The Fenix. We have a lot of celebrate.
Corey smiles and wraps his arm around Taylor Swift who obviously as also at the bonfire as the feed cuts and we return to Slam.
Wavedigger: You have got to be fucking shitting me!
The crowd boos loudly hearing Bad News Benson's music as he stomps to the ring and grabs a mic. He slides over the ropes and grabs the mic and gives the crowd both middle fingers a dirty look like there something gooey at the bottom of the pig pen they boo continually.
Bad News Benson: You know when I was given a contract in this fed I thought it was hardcore..... and thered be actual wrestlers doing some actual wrestling........ But I was wrong ..... You know whats here ? A freakshow of mental midgets crying cause daddy didn't hug then when he came in their room at night ...... Rejects from the mental ward ....... fools that need to put down the gaylords and dice leave moms basement...........
Of coruse right now the beech kunts are running the asylum and it shows ..............
They had a show about a 3rd rate real freakshow and this fed seems to be a 4th rate copy of that!
more booing from the hostile crowd.......some one throws a soda at him and he picks it up opens the lid spits in it and throws it back at the crowd soda ice and the other showers everywhere.
Bad News Benson: see thing ive noticed if the fans here don't want real men doing real fighting ........because there gay dicks and daggers fans with split personalities that imagine they throw fire themselves and pray to seafood .........
Now tonight here at slam I'm going to throw a clinic on how to wrestle and yet still be a real man ..... something you aren't your selves but don't feel bad neither are the current "heroes" of the wcf ..........
more violent booing and throwing of items and securitys getting nervous.
Bad News Benson: Now I could rant here for hours over my life and do cute little scenes about how bad my life is everyone hates me and other bullshit like that yall lap up like 5 dollar whores on welfare day...
But I like to live my life like a real man and handle it in the ring and not cry to fans expecting them to hold my hand with one arm and my dick in the other like my competition and So be prepared for the last real man in this fed and ill prove it at the match !
he throws down the mic scooping up boxes and cups and everything the fans are throwing at him and throwing it back in the crowd as he waits for his opponents. We go to commercial as Bad News Benson awaits.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall. Already in the ring . . . Bad News Benson, Asesino Luchador, Nick Killam and La Gama Blanca!
Freddy Bro: Am I crazy to say that Bad News may be the favorite in this match?
The referee replaces Kyle Steel in the center of the ring, turning to each competitor individually before, without further ado, he calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
The two luchadores charge each other while Bad News Benson turns his attention to Nick Killam. While Bad News backs Nick Killam into the corner with heavy blows, La Gama is scurrying out of the reach of Asesino’s kicks. The bigger luchador finally does land a blow, stunning Blanca long enough to lift the little guy high into a powerbomb. Gama comes alive up top, though, elbowing Asesino atop the head to delay the technique. Dropping to the ground, Gama begins to kick at Asesino’s legs until he’s brought to a kneeling position before leaping up with a dropkick that catches him clean in the face.
Zach Wavis: La Gama is bringing the fight to his larger opponent tonight.
Meanwhile, Benson has beat Killam down into a seated position where he continued the onslaught with merciless stomps to the downed stoner. He senses a shift in the momentum, turning away from the downed Killam to face La Gama Blanca who waited him in the center of the ring.
Freddy Bro: This isn’t going to end well.
Wavedigger: I can’t wait.
Benson steps forward as La Gama launches at him, kicking at the knees of Benson, who no sells those shots like they’re nobody’s business. Realizing he needed more, Gama shoots the ropes, a charging shoulder block in mind, but Benson meets him with a brutal big boot that turns the mini luchador inside out. Gama rolls to the apron as Benson stands tall in the ring. As least until Killam, who had recovered during his slight reprieve, comes at him with a clothesline to the back. Benson stumbles forward, but turns with rage in his eyes and cold cocks Killam on the bridge of the nose stunning him. Grabbing Nick by the head, Benson spikes him to the mat with a DDT that quickly transitions into a pinfall.
Zach Wavis: Bad News Benson in firm control on this match.
Bad News Benson seemed to have the match until Asesino Luchador dove in to the break up the pin. Enraged further by the interference, Benson whips the masked man into the ropes, following close in behind him to clothesline him over the top rope to the outside. Benson turns his attention back to Nick Killam, only to see a flash of white as La Gama Blanca comes flying in with a springboard hurricanrana that sends Benson to the outside as well! With only Killam in the ring, Gama scales to the top rope as Killam begins to find his feet.
Freddy Bro: The little guy is going high risk.
When Killam reaches his feet, La Gama Blanca launches himself off the top rope, rotating in air before grabbing Nick by the head and driving his head to the mat with a Shooting Star Press DDT.
Zach Wavis: I hear he calls that spectacular maneuver the Fuera Blanco, or White Out.
Wavedigger: Eh, I’ve seen better.
A pinfall follows
Freddy Bro: Awesome debut for La Gama Blanca!
Erock's "Heavy Metal Meets Doctor Who" hits the speakers, and the audience pops as Bonnie Blue appears on the stage and walks down to the ring, high-fiving a few outstretched hands along the way. She slips through the ropes and grabs a mic from a ring attendant, a smile on her lips.
Bonnie Blue: What's up, Topeka?
Another moderate pop, cheaply earned. Her smile blossoms into a grin.
Bonnie Blue: All right, then. Down to business. Y'know, I'm startin' to get the impression somebody up there don't really like me too much. The Powers that Be, an' all. Can't imagine why...
She gives the audience her best "sweet and innocent" expression, which gets her a few laughs.
Bonnie Blue: Honestly, though. Y'all saw what they put me through last week. Reckoned a handicap match would do the trick. An' when that didn't go as planned, they took it a step farther. Thought they'd shut me up. Yeah...that worked... Things are lookin' a little shaky for the Krew, with Oblivion coming off a complete embarassment --
The young woman keeps going for a second before she realizes the mic has cut out. With a scowl, she eyes the offending implement, as if she can will it to work again. A dark presence makes itself felt in the vicinity of the stage; Bonnie's gaze travels up the ramp, her suspicions confirmed with Oblivion steps from behind the curtain, all smugness and swagger.
Oblivion: Not that hard to silence you, after all, little Bluefish...
Bonnie stares at the Monster, lip curled in a sneer, as IT takes a step down the ramp. And then another; approaching with the steady, inexorable quality of a tsunami.
Oblivion: You run your smart mouth TOO MUCH, speaking of things that are far beyond your meager understanding. Just like Johnny Reb -- a slippery little eel. When IT thought you were down, somehow -- SOMEHOW -- you crawl out and find a way to win; IT loses, if it's necessary. But, the savagery continues, no matter what!! Everyone bleeds, especially you, Bonnie Blue.
The Monster gives a shrug of supreme indifference. IT walks up the steps and Oblivion slinks into the ring; Bonnie holds her ground, her eyes fixed on the hulking brute before her. Oblivion shortly moves towards Bonnie Blue. Stalking her in the small amount of space.
Oblivion: BUT...finding ways to continually hurt you -- that's the fun part. So go ahead; call the Monster inconsistent, a loser. Because IT will ALWAYS be right behind you, little fish, no matter how far you go, where you try to hide. Patient. Waiting for just the right opportunity to BREAK YOU down!
By now, the Monster is looming over Bonnie; she tilts her head back to look IT in the eye. Refusing to be intimidated, she lets a smile play across her lips. Oblivion growls. Bonnie laughs -- forced and without mirth. The Monster swings a huge haymaker, which Bonnie ducks. She pops back up with a European uppercut, then unleashes a flurry of fists like some Dragonball Z shit, backing Oblivion against the ropes. She runs across the ring, hits the ropes, then rebounds with a clothesline that spills the Monster to the floor on the outside. And a "You suck!" chant starts.
Crowd: YOU SUCK! *clap-clap-clap* YOU SUCK! *clap-clap-clap*
Her chest heaving with exertion, Bonnie lifts her arms into the air; the audience pops big! She turns, pacing a wide, slow circle around the ring. There is a stir, a commotion from the crowd, shouting, pointing. Bonnie looks puzzled, trying to understand a single message in all the cacophany. Too late, it dawns on her to turn around; a double fist to the back of the head drops her to the mat. Oblivion bends down to lift Bonnie up, then plants her with a Hawaii 5-0! The audience boos. Trash rains down on the ring. The Monster stares down at the fallen Bonnie Blue, then turns around and leaves as she begins to stir.
The Arena goes black and only the titan tron shows any light, a bright white circle of it at the end of a tunnel, the screen flickers with some static a couple of times showing a man in black advancing with every break in the video until he is standing before us with his fists raised to the screen with white tape on his knuckles and the words "DEFO DEAD" written across them in black marker.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to ring at this time, from Goreyville by way of Coleraine, Northern Ireland and the deepest recesses of a broken young man's mind, THIS IS THE PUNKIN!
A screaming laughter fills the arena as the song kicks in and a tall masked man falls out through the curtain almost capering instead of his counterparts Swagger filled stroll, he makes his way to the ring all the while talking either to himself or screaming indecipherable phrases at the crowd, he doesn't waste anytime lifting his battle armour off setting it on the ring apron in front of him. He steps back almost tripping over his own feet sizing up the armour shadow boxing with it in a ridiculous fashion before rolling into the ring and climbing up on the top rope showing off the badly spelled words on his knuckles again before sitting down on the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring, hooks his legs underneath the bolt then lays back in the tree of woe with his arms crossed talking to himself and waiting for the bell.
"Never Gonna Stop" hits the PA system as the arena begins to fill with smoke. Them vocals smash the speakers as the spot light is shown ZMAC whose stand out in the middle section of the area. He begins to walk down towards the ring then gets body surfed down to the crowd barrier. He hops the barrier and slides into the ring. The Honey Badger has arrived.
Zach Wavis: This is a PPV calibur match as far as I'm concerned, the man formerly known as Caliban versus the Honey Badger, here we go!
Punkin and McMorris run at each other in a head on collision and simply start throwing stiff strikes at each other, neither man trying to block, just throwing whatever they've got at the opponent. McMorris takes the advantage, and he's soon able to push Punkin back towards the ropes. McMorris fires off a Big Boot but Punkin ducks it and uses McMorris' momentum to lift him up over the top rope and out onto the cold hard cement!
Wavedigger: What a spill! These men are just getting started.
Punkin yells to a fan to throw him a chair, which the fan does. Punkin quickly sets it up and runs...
Zach Wavis: POLAR STAR PRESS!
Freddy Bro: WHOA! That's a triple jump Shooting Star Press and he just flew outside the ring with it!
Punkin lands on top of McMorris! Both men lay motionless for several moments.
Wavedigger: These two exploding right out of the gate... Goddamn.
Punkin is up first as McMorris pulls himself to his feet using the guardrail. Punkin grabs him..
Zach Wavis: Throat Cutter!
No!, McMorris pushes Punkin away, sending him crashing into the steel steps. Punkin hits them back first and then stumbles away from them, right into McMorris' grasp; the Honey Badger lifts him up into a Gorilla Press and then throws him into the crowd!
Freddy Bro: Dayum!
Luckily the fans are smart enough to move out of the way. Punkin hits a chair face first. McMorris climbs over the guardrail and grabs a chair of his own and smacks Caliban right in the skull with it!
Wavedigger: Z-MAC ain't foolin' around tonight!
Punkin is sent reeling. McMorris chucks the chair at the back of his head which causes him to slump forward. McMorris grabs him from behind and lifts him up onto his shoulders.
Zach Wavis: Electric Chair Drop ! Right into a fan's lap! Jesus, this match is Lawsuit City.
The fans stumbles away as Punkin rolls off of him. McMorris goes in for the pin.
No!, Punkin kicks out!
Freddy Bro: These guys are in this match because they're tough, and Punkin just proved that!
McMorris lifts Punkin up and grabs him by the scruff of his neck and throws him back into the ringside area, the referee following them. McMorris climbs back over the guardrail and headbutts Punkin. Punkin goes down and McMorris immediately begins stomping away at him before backing up and going for a fist drop. He goes for another pin.
Nope!, Punkin kicks out yet again.
Wavedigger: Thus far this match has been all McMorris, but Punkin is managing to hang in there.
Zach Wavis: But for how long?
McMorris lifts Punkin up and rolls him into the ring, leaving his head hanging off the apron. McMorris runs at him... BOOM!, boot to the side of the head!
Freddy Bro: Oof... that was painful to watch. He just knocked his head off.
Not quite off, but enough send Punkin rolling around. Punkin's head still hanging off the apron but face down now, McMorris gets onto the apron and runs at him... hitting a Guillotine Legdrop!
Wavedigger: Another beheading.
McMorris rolls in and lifts Punkin up...
Zach Wavis: He's finishing him off.. TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!
NO!, Punkin is able to reverse it, flipping over so that Punkin has McMorris in the Piledriver position!, Caliban spikes McMorris' head into the mat!
Freddy Bro: WHAT A REVERSAL!
Punkin throws himself over McMorris!
NO!, McMorris kicks out!
Wavedigger: One last piece of head based offense might have concussed Punkin, this was life or death for him! Well, win or loss, anyway.
Both men get to their feet and Punkin runs at McMorris. McMorris capitalizes on this and lifts Punkin up, practically throwing him into the air before dropping him with a Cutter!
Zach Wavis: ZOMBIE DROP!
McMorris rolls out of the ring and goes looking around underneath the ring before pulling out a table.
Freddy Bro: Ruh roh. This isn't looking good for Punkin...
McMorris slides it into the ring and rolls back in. He hits some stiff kicks to Punkin, right in the face, keeping him down before beginning to set up the table.
Wavedigger: What does he have planned?
After setting it up McMorris pulls Punkin in and knees him in the gut.
Zach Wavis: AXE WOUND!
NO!, Punkin reverses it with a Hurricanrana! McMorris is sent flying towards the table and slumps into it. Without taking time for his usual theatrics Punkin runs at him and Superkicks him in the back of the head!, the momentum of which sends him onto the table.
Freddy Bro: That's his "Definitely Dead" Superkick, but SEA-MAC is ALWAYS definitely dead. He's a zombie. Or immortal. Or something? Whichever. Point is, Punkin has a lucky break here, can he capitalize?
Punkin climbs to the top...
Wavedigger: DEATH'S HEAD THROUGH THE TABLE!
Both men seem dead but Punkin is able to throw his arm over McMorris.
Zach Wavis: What a hellacious match!, but Punkin walks away with the victory!
Punkin rolls away as his music plays and the ref begins helping him to his feet.
Freddy Bro: Zombie McMorris controlled this match from beginning to end, but Punkin was able to get lucky and put him through the table. SEA-MAC got cocky bringing that table in and it cost him.
Wavedigger: But he's still the Internet Champion!
We go to commercial as medics begin checking on both men just in case.
Gemini Battle is on his cell phone in the back.
Gemini Battle: I just wanted to thank you for putting XIII together, and give you a special shout out for jumping the shark and putting his ass through a table. That was a killer blow, we have to band together now more than ever.... Alright, see ya later Corey... And tell Richards that all he has to do is get a contract together and he has that US title match.
He hangs up the phone and turns around to see Mikey eXtreme standing there with a chain in his hands.
Mikey eXtreme: They say a chain is just as strong as its weakest link.
Gemini Battle: yep.
He responds unimpressed.
Mikey eXtreme: The same can be said about a mans psyche.
Gemini Battle: What are you getting at, Mikey? You gonna take another cheap shot at me or can I get going.
Mikey eXtreme: Cheap shot? Like you offering Alex Richards a US Totle shot before me?
Gemini Battle: He earned it...
Mikey eXtreme:I EARNED IT! And I'm gonna fucking take it.
Mikey swings with the chain and Genini ducks and hits Mikey with a spartan kick knocking him backwards and the chain out of his hands. Gemini picks it up and threatens Mikey with it.
Mikey eXtreme: Do it, Grayson. Hit me with it. Show me the man that I once knew once more. Show me that dark side!
He looks above Gemini's shoulder.
Mikey eXtreme: Yea I'm talking to you.
Gemini drops the chain and walks away. Mikey yells towards him.
Mikey eXtreme: YOU'RE NO CHAMPION! THAT BELT IS MINE, GRAYSON!
We cut to the ring where we see ring announcer Kyle Steel and referee Rob Livingston.
Kyle Steel: Our next bout is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit and it is for the WSeaF World SeaV Championship!
The crowd boos, seemingly over the fact the belt is being announced as the SeaV Championship instead of its true title. We hear "Chariots of Fire" by Faith No More begin to play, after a few chords, we see Raymond Hatcher come walking through the curtain, he has his hands wrapped in black athletic tape and is wearing a black robe laced with gold trim underneath which are his simple black trunks, kneepads, boots and one elbow pad on his left arm. Hatcher doesn't do his usual pandering to the crowd, instead he has an ice cold expression. Hatcher strolls down to the ring at a steady pace. He heads up the ring steps walking out onto the apron while looking out at the crowd. Hatcher wipes his feet on the apron and climbs through the ropes into the ring.
Kyle Steel: Standing in the ring, weighing in at two hundred thirty-five pounds, he hails from Los Angeles, California...The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher!
Hatcher heads to his corner and begins disrobing. “Chariots Of Fire” fades out and we hear a Child's Voice recite.
Child’s Voice: He's watching over the flock.
The opening notes of "Only Warning" by Moccasin Creek 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 with Adam's big Rottweiler, Shine, beside her. Adam circles the ringside area looking into a dark abyss of nothing.
Kyle Steel: And his partner weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, from Abilene, Texas…”Redneck” Adam Young
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, we can see Raymond Hatcher shaking his head and rolling his eyes in the background. Young kisses Myra on the lips and then walks to the middle of the ring and over 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. Adam, Myra, and Shine take position in a corner next to Raymond Hatcher and "Only Warning" fades away and we hear “Destruction” by Bruce Faulconer blast through the speakers as the arena lights shine at their brightest. A few seconds later Occulo appears on the stage and the bright lights shut off, whilst spotlights illuminate him.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, first, making his way to the ring, he weighs in at two hundred twenty pounds, from Washington, DC, he is...Occulo!
He walks down the ramp, spotlights following, addressing the fans as he does. He climbs up the steel steps in the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He takes out a microphone and says "Sentinels stand for the fallen. Sentinels stand against the rising". He tosses the microphone to the outside and waits for action. “Destruction” by Bruce Faulconer is replaced on the PA with "Where Are Ü Now" by Skrillex and Diplo. A spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light with the WSeaF SeaV Title belt around his waist, he points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. He then points with both hands at the ring, he looks and walks straight ahead, scowling at his opponents.
Kyle Steel: And his partner, weighing in at two hundred ten pounds, he comes to us from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the WSeaF SeaV Champion…Dustin Beaver
Beaver slides into the ring and poses for a moment with the SeaV belt. The music fades out and the ref Rob Livingston orders Beaver back into his corner. Livingston takes the time to pat down Dustin and Occulo just like he has already done to Adam Young and Raymond Hatcher. Next Rob Livingston orders Beaver to hand over the title which he does a bit reluctantly. The ref carries the belt over to Young and Hatcher who are still standing in the ring next to Myra and Shine. Livingston presents them the belt and Young snatches it and proceeds to hold it up in the air as if he already won it, Hatcher simply shakes his head. The crowd boos Young heavily which simply brings a smile to his face. Young returns the belt back to the referee who takes it to the middle of the ring and holds it up for the whole crowd to see.
Wavedigger: And there it is, the WSeaF SeaV Title.
Zach Wavis: That is what these men are here to battle for.
Rob Livingston takes the belt now and hands it to Kyle Steel who exits the ring with it and takes it over to the timekeepers table. At this point Livingston order Myra to get out of the ring and take Shine with her, Myra gives Adam Young one last kiss and whispers something into his ear before obliging. Hatcher is already hopping from one foot to the other looking ready to sprint across the ring at the sound of the bell. Adam Young doesn’t even question who should start first and simply slips out onto the apron. Occulo and Beaver look like they have a little more discussion to do about the matter both men seem to want to start, but after Rob Livingston shouts at them to hurry up, Occulo just yields and climbs to the apron. Rob shows the signal and we hear the bell ring.
Zach Wavis: There’s the bell and we are under way.
Both Dustin Beaver and Raymond Hatcher shoot out to the middle of the ring and lock up in a collar-elbow. They both posture for position, but Hatcher’s weight advantage wins out as he’s able to push Beaver back to the ropes. Livingston climbs between the men to force a break, Hatcher pulls away giving a clean break, but Beaver is less than polite and slaps Hatcher in the mouth.
Wavedigger: Oww, now that’s one way to break.
Zach Wavis: An extremely insulting gesture by the cocky Dustin Beaver.
Hatcher shakes off the slap and calls Dustin back to the center of the ring, the two men lock up once again in the collar-elbow tie-up. The two jockey for position, but once again Hatcher’s weight advantage overwhelms Beaver who is shoved back to a corner. Livingston come in and calls for the break, Hatcher pulls away and this time Beaver is more well behaved as he simply holds his arms up, but Hatcher gets his revenged with a huge slap across Beaver’s face that echoes through the arena.
Freddy Bro: WHOA! Damn!
Zach Wavis: Hatcher giving Dustin Beaver a receipt.
Dustin looks very aggravated by this and Hatcher just steps back to the middle of the ring and calls Dustin out of the corner. Dustin comes out and the two again lock up, this time Beaver is quick to slip behind into a hammerlock.
Zach Wavis: The Beaves is quick to take the advantage.
Hatcher tries to work out of the hammerlock and eventually does by slipping his foot behind Dustin knocking him forward in a drop toe-hold move, Hatcher immediately jumps forward locking a side headlock on Beaver. Beaver forces his way back to his feet and is able to break Hatcher’s grips and twist Hatcher’s arm out into an arm-ringer wrist-lock.
Wavedigger: A bit of back and forth action here between Raymond Hatcher and The Beaves.
Zach Wavis: These two men are extremely proficient technical wrestlers.
Dustin Beaver with the arm-ringer locked in on Hatcher he begins twisting the arm around increasing the tension. Hatcher is in a bit of visible pain as we see him clutching his shoulder. Dustin tucks his foot behind Hatcher’s nearest leg and forces Hatcher’s knee to the mat increasing his own leverage. Hatcher is in trouble here, he reacts by rolling forward and back to his feet untwisting his arm, but Dustin still has a good grip of his wrist. Dustin furthers the punishment by pulling Hatcher’s arm over his should and yanking it down across the shoulder trying to break it in two. Hatcher is desperate to break free after that and just chops down on Dustin’s hands with his free hand as hard as possible to break the hold. Hatcher immediately grabs Dustin’s head and brings him down with a snapmare and into a rear headlock, but Dustin grabs Hatcher’s wrist pulls apart the headlock and in one fluid motion rolls back up to his feet twisting Hatcher’s arm once again into the arm-ringer position.
Zach Wavis: Dustin Beaver down for only a short moment.
Dustin rings down viscously on Hatcher’s arm forcing Hatcher to one knee. Hatcher steps back up to his feet and then starts kicking his foot between Dustin’s legs forcing Dustin to widen his stance more and until he’s getting off balance and Hatcher uses this to yank Dustin forward which causes Dustin to release the wrist-lock in order to stop himself from face-planting. Dustin ends up on all fours and Hatcher immediately takes his back with a waist-lock.
Zach Wavis: A very smart move by Raymond Hatcher by getting Dustin Beaver off balance he was able to reverse out of that wrist-lock and save his arm from any further damage.
Raymond Hatcher pulls Dustin Beaver up off the mat with the waist-lock and goes for what looks to be a dead-lift German, Beaver is able to lock his foot around one of Hatcher’s legs preventing the move. Dustin uses this to pull himself forward to the mat with Hatcher losing his grip on the waist-lock and Dustin attempting a drop toe-hold, but Hatcher’s leg strength is too much and Dustin can’t get him over. This leaves Dustin wide open on the mat in front of Hatcher who drops down on top of Dustin and into a side headlock.
Wavedigger: The Real Deal showing what a thousand squats can do for your physique.
Hatcher holds tight with the side head-lock, but Beaver is eventually able to push his way back to his feet. He nails Hatcher with an elbow to the gut to break-free, but Hatcher isn’t having it as he simply throws Beaver back down to the mat holding tight to the headlock. Hatcher rolls Dustin onto his shoulders on the mat.
Beaver lifts his shoulder up.
Zach Wavis: Dustin Beaver has to be very careful and not only worry about the headlock, but also about where his shoulders are in relation to the mat.
Dustin is trying to dig his fingers in to break the headlock, but Hatcher has it locked in tight. Hatcher forces Beaver’s shoulders to the mat again.
Beaver immediately rolls his shoulder from the mat. Beaver goes for a cheap move and starts pulling on Hatcher’s hair. The referee pries Dustin’s hand from Hatcher’s hair, but this has incensed Hatcher who immediately releases the headlock, hops to his feet and then drops a viscous knee to Dustin’s head. Dustin squirms in pain and Hatcher follows up by quickly lifting Dustin to his feet and throwing him back down to the mat with a double underhook suplex, and then right back into the side headlock.
Freddy Bro: What a devastating series right there from Hatcher.
Zach Wavis: But as you can see, Freddy, he goes right back to that side headlock, keeping close tabs on Dustin Beaver and controlling the momentum of this bout.
Hatcher wrestlers around with Dustin in the side headlock before pulling Dustin to a seated position and maneuvers his side headlock into a rear headlock. Hatcher keeps yelling at the referee to check Dustin, but it is clear Dustin is nowhere near ready to give up. Hatcher releases the headlock long enough to ram his knee into Dustin’s back before reapplying the hold.
Wavedigger: You can see the more viscous side of Hatcher coming out early here in this bout.
Hatcher finally gives up on the headlock, releasing it and then grabbing Dustin by the hair and slamming his head back down into the back. Hatcher steps back into the ropes and rebounds off with a Ric Flair style knee-drop. Hatcher covers Dustin hooking a leg, Livingston drops down for the count.
Dustin kicks out immediately after the two.
Zach Wavis: Only a two count.
Wavedigger: Barely a two count.
Hatcher steps back to his feet and yanks Dustin up, he pulls Dustin over to his corner and tags in Adam Young, which is met with a chorus of boos. Young climbs in and Hatcher holds Dustin’s arms as Young ascends to the middle rope and comes down with a double axe-handle to Dustin’s head.
Freddy Bro: Some double team work, this is exactly why you’re going to see new tag champs at One.
Zach Wavis: Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Freddy.
Dustin dropped to his knees from the blow and Hatcher exits the ring as Young takes over by pounding on Dustin’s skull with repeated rights. Even after repeated blows to the face Dustin hasn’t completely collapsed to the mat, so Adam Young steps back into his corner and then charges forward with a nasty kick to the face, this is enough to get the job done.
Freddy Bro: The Beaves is going to be cleaning boot polish out of his teeth.
Zach Wavis: I highly doubt Adam Young polishes his boots.
Freddy Bro: O’ shut up, Zach.
Young takes his time before continuing his onslaught, he believes he has Dustin right where he wants him. Occulo can only look on from his corner forlorn. Young pulls Dustin, who is almost dead weight at this point, up to his feet and then lifts him up in a vertical suplex position. Young delays the suplex for several seconds before crashing down to the mat. Young floats right over Dustin into a cover not bothering to hook a leg.
Dustin kicks out. Adam Young pulls Dustin Beaver up into a sitting position and the runs to the ropes, rebounds and nails Dustin with a boot right to the face. It’s devastating, Dustin writhing in pain almost instinctually rolls out of the ring, but he rolls out on the wrong side.
Zach Wavis: That’s not where Dustin Beaver wants to be, he’s in Young and Hatcher’s territory.
Hatcher drops from the apron and goes right after Dustin laying in viscous boots to the back. Young slides out of the ring and the duo pull Dustin up to his feet and then flapjack him down chest-first across the commentators’ desk.
Freddy Bro: Up close to the action, this is why I love the WSeaF.
The referee is too busy screaming at the duo from the apron to bother counting anyone out, but the two aren’t done as they pull Dustin Beaver back to his feet and deliver a double suplex on the floor. Hatcher starts pulling up the mats covering the concrete and Occulo has seen enough. Occulo drops from the apron and comes charging around ringside nailing Hatcher with a clothesline.
Zach Wavis: Occulo finally getting into this fight.
Adam Young takes the offense on Occulo and starts nailing him in the back with clubbing blows, but Occulo fights back and shoves Young back-first into the ring steps. Occulo pulls Dustin to his feet and shoves him into the ring before following in himself. Occulo drags Dustin over to his corner and then climbs back out to the apron and reaches in to tag him.
Zach Wavis: And there’s the tag, Occulo has officialy entered this match for the first time tonight.
Hatcher rolls back into the ring as Occulo charges across the ring and nails him with a huge dropkick sending Hatcher flying back into a corner. Occulo starts nailing Hatcher in the corner before backing away and letting Hatcher stumble out dazed Occulo hits Hatcher with SUBLIMINAL MESSAGE! Occulo goes for the cover, but the referee Rob Livingston doesn’t start counting.
Zach Wavis: The Subliminal Message, but what’s this?
Freddy Bro: Hatcher’s not the legal man.
Occulo, confused, climbs to his feet to ask the referee what’s going on, SUPERKICK!
Zach Wavis: Adam Young out of nowhere with the Superkick!
Young stumbles back to the ropes using them for support as he’s still recovering from being driven into the ring steps.
Wavedigger: And just like that Adam Young takes back control of this match for his team.
Hatcher rolls out of the ring as Young continues his assault on Occulo by locking in a camel clutch. While in the camel clutch Young starts slapping the back of Occulo’s heads.
Zach Wavis: God damn it, look at this. Young is a monster.
Freddy Bro: I like it. Hey if you’ve got your man where you want him you can do what you want with him.
The slaps are just intensifying Occulo who lifts Young up on his back and drops to the mat ramming Young down. Occulo gets back to his feet as does Young, but Occulo takes charge hitting Young with a belly-to-back suplex. Occulo pulls Young back up and slaps on a sleeper.
Zach Wavis: Occulo trying to put Adam Young to sleep.
Hatcher hops into the ring and nails Occulo in the back breaking the sleeper, referee Rob Livingstion admonishes Hatcher and forces him back to the apron.
Freddy Bro: Now that’s team work.
Zach Wavis: It’s cheating.
Occulo and Young both get to their feet at the same time and start exchanging rights, Occulo catches Young with a kick to the gut and then forces him back to the ropes, Occulo whips Young across the ring to the ropes, rebound, and Occulo catches Young with a big running powerslam. Occulo lays on Young for the cover.
Young kicks out.
Zach Wavis: A near fall on Adam Young.
Occulo pulls Young up to his feet, but Young rakes him in the eyes before he can do anything. Occulo stumbles around blinded for a moment and Young comes after him, but Occulo scoops Young’s legs from under him and hooks in a Boston crab.
Zach Wavis: And another big submission move from Occulo.
Occulo has Adam Young locked in the crab and Hatcher is begging for him to crawl over to get the tag, but Young is nowhere near his corner. Myra on the outside has seen enough, she reaches in and drags Young to the ropes for the break.
Zach Wavis: Come on now, get this woman away from ringside.
Occulo protests with the referee, but he didn’t see anything. Young uses this chance to crawl to his corner and tag in Hatcher. Hatcher immediately climbs to the top rope, as Occulo turns around he’s caught with a big missile dropkick to the face.
Freddy Bro: He almost took his head off.
Hatcher immediately goes for the cover and Rob Livingston counts.
Occulo kicks out. Hatcher pulls Occulo to his feet for a vertical suplex, but Occulo wraps his foot around Hatcher’s leg to block it. Hatcher tries again to no avail, Hatcher lets go of Occulo and starts pounding him with clubbing blows, but Occulo doesn’t go down, instead he fights back with rights to the face, and runs off to the ropes. Occulo rebounds and hits Hatcher with a flying back elbow. Occulo pulls Hatcher back to his feet and whips him into a corner, but Hatcher reverses sending Occulo to the corner.
Wavedigger: Hatcher taking back control once again.
Hatcher charges into the corner, but Occulo gets his knees up knocking Hatcher to the mat. Occulo hops to the middle rope and jumps off with a double stomp to the chest, but Hatcher rolls out of way. Hatcher gets to his feet in time to be caught with a forearm to the face, and then another. Hatcher stumbles back to the ropes and Occulo whips him across the ring, Hatcher rebounds right into a dropkick.
Wavedigger: That’s one Hell of a dropkick from Occulo.
Hatcher stumbles back to his feet, and Occulo goes for a kick to the gut, but Hatcher catches his foot and then Hatcher dragon screw leg-whips Occulo to the mat and immediately hooks in his devastating STF.
Zach Wavis: Raymond Hatcher with the STF locked in now.
Hatcher is strangling the life from Occulo with the STF, but Occulo refuses to submit.
Freddy Bro: The referee needs to get in there and ask him, Occulo is clearly ready to submit.
Zach Wavis: The ref is right there and Occulo is not giving up.
Occulo fights to the ropess and is able to grab it forcing a break.
Zach Wavis: Occulo gets to the ropes.
Hatcher is frustrated as he climbs to his feet. Occulo uses the ropes to get up, Hatcher comes at him but Occulo kicks Hatcher in the gut, this stifles Hatcher, but only for a moment. Hatcher comes back to Occulo who hits him with another kick to the gut, but Hatcher catches the boot, and Occulo counters with an enziguri.
Zach Wavis: Raymond Hatcher could be out after that kick, but Occulo isn’t able to capitalize.
Occulo starts crawling to his corner reaching for a tag. Hatcher reaches out from the mat and grabs Occulo’s leg trying to stop him from making the tag. Hatcher gets to his feet still holding Occulo’s leg. Hatcher starts pulling Occulo back from his corner, but Occulo catches him with a mule kick knocking Hatcher back into his own corner causing Young to tag himself in.
Wavedigger: Occulo fighting Hatcher off, but giving him the opportunity to get tagged by Adam Young.
Young climbs into the ring and goes after Occulo just as Occulo leaps towards his corner and tags Dustin Beaver.
Freddy Bro: No! Young grabs Occulo by the leg!
Young flips Occulo over and Occulo lands on his feet. Young runs at him and Occulo grabs him in a Powerslam!
Zach Wavis: Reversal there...
Occulo is able to grab Young and hit the Subliminal Message!
Wavedigger: DOES HE HAVE HIM!? Here's the pin!
Hatcher hits the ring to break it up!
The Beavs interrupts him!
Freddy Bro: The unlikely team of Occulo and Dustin Beaver get the victory!
The bell sounds as Hatcher is thrown out of the ring by Dustin Beaver.
Wavedigger: Never doubt the power of the Krew, guys. Even if they are held down by someone like Occulo.
The referee hands Dustin Beaver his Television Title. The team's celebration is cut short as Beaver immediately runs at Occulo and clocks him with the belt from behind!
Zach Wavis: What the.. ?!
Wavedigger: Looks like Dustin Beaver wasn't too happy carrying all that dead weight!
Occulo doesn't stay down for long as he stumbles back up but BAM!, The Beaves smashes him in the face with the TV Title once more! The fans boo as Beaver takes the mic.
Dustin Beaver: You think you deserved to team with the W-SEA-F SEA-V CHAMPION!?
Beaver stomps Occulo's head.
Dustin Beaver: What have you done since you came back, Occulo? NOTHING! You've done NOTHING while the #beachkrew has been taking over the company and I'VE become the Television Champion! I deserve to be teaming with better than you!
Beaver goes to kick Occulo again, but the enraged Occulo grabs him by the foot. Beaver's eyes go wide and he quickly kicks Occulo away before leaving the ring, sensing that Occulo might be ready to come after him.
Zach Wavis: Dustin Beaver's true colors coming through there!, he's a coward!
Wavedigger: He's the DUB SEA EFF SEA VEE Champion!, Zach! Shut your mouth!
Freddy Bro: Either way, I don't think Occulo is going to take this lightly.
Beaver backpeddles up the ramp as Occulo gets to his feet, staring him down angrily.
We go to the ring where we see Kyle Steel standing alongside referee Stanley Moser.
Kyle Steel: Our next bout is schedule for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit.
The lights in the arena go out, "Get Born Again" by Alice in Chains begins to blare over the crowd. A flash of light shoots towards the center of the ring and you can make out the shape of Freakshow. The arena stays blanketed in darkness until a red light hits the stage, a light fog begins to drift out and engulf the stage. Mikey eXtreme walks out as "lightning" begins to crash into the stage. Freakshow, who appeared to be in the ring just moments ago is now slowly following Mikey to the ring.
Kyle Steel: Our first competitor making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds, from Brooklyn, New York…Mikey eXtreme!
Mikey does not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd and ignores their requests for any interaction. Mikey slides into the ring and rolls to the corner where he sits, leaning against the bottom rope. Freakshow circles the ring, staring at the stage where Mikey's opponent will be entering from.
“Get Born Again” is replaced by "Doctor Who Meets Metal" by erock.dff Smoke covers the stage as the music begins; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment.
Kyle Steel: His opponent about to make her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred forthy-three pounds, from parts unkown…Bonnie Blue!
Bonnie sprints down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. Turning to face the audience, she gives them a dazzling smile and shrugs out of the coat before slipping through the ropes into the ring. "Doctor Who Meets Metal" fades out as Bonnie Blue takes position in her corner. The referee pats her down before patting down Mikey looking for illegal objects. Once Stanley Moser’s search is complete he calls for the bell.
Bonnie and Mikey meet in the middle of the ring, they lock-up in a collar elbow tie-up, but Mikey immediately drives his knee into Bonnie’s midsection toppling her over. Mikey grabs Bonnie by the hair and drags her over to a corner ramming her head into the top turnbuckle.
Zach Wavis: Mikey taking the lead here in the opening moments.
Mikey starts pounding Bonnie with rights to the face in the corner. Bonnie fights back by kicking Mikey in the midsection. This only holds Mikey off for a short moment. Mikey starts laying in back-elbows until Bonnie is subdued. Mikey takes a step back and then whips Bonnie across the ring to the opposite corner. Bonnie hits the corner back-first and Mikey charges in with a clothesline, but Bonnie gets a boot up knocking Mikey backwards.
Zach Wavis: Bonnie catching Mikey eXtreme with a boot to the face.
Bonnie charges out of the corner and Mikey catches her with a backdrop, but Bonnie lands on her feet and runs to the ropes.
Wavedigger: Great agility by Bonnie Blue.
Bonnie rebounds from the ropes and Mikey catches her with a hip-lock, but Bonnie blocks and then twists Mikey around into an abdominal stretch.
Zach Wavis: Bonnie Blue showing some great counter-wrestling.
Bonnie Blue only has Mikey eXtreme in the abdominal stretch for a few moments as he is quickly able to overpower her and bring her down with a hiplock. Bonnie is quick to roll back to her feet, Mikey charges at her with a clothesline, but Bonnie slips around behind and rolls him up in a school boy, Stanley counts it.
Mikey kicks out.
Zach Wavis: Bonnie slipping in the backdoor for a quick two count.
Bonnie and Mikey get to their, Mikey charges and Bonnie takes him down with an arm drag. Mikey gets right back up and charges again getting caught with another arm drag. Mikey gets back up and charges in once again and Bonnie hits a dropkick that Mikey swats away. Bonnie gets up to her feet and Mikey catches her with a stiff clothesline to the back of the head.
Freddy Bro: Mikey eXtreme putting a stop to Bonnie’s momentum.
Mikey takes a moment to recover from Bonnie’s onslaught this gives Bonnie time to climb back to her feet, Mikey comes up from behind and hits her with a belly-to-back suplex.
Zach Wavis: A big time suplex by Mikey eXtreme.
Mikey mounts Bonnie Blue and starts laying in rights to the face, much to the chagrin of the referee Stanley Moser who gives him a warning about using closed fists. Mikey climbs off of Bonnie Blue and starts stomping down on her, Bonnie rolls over and tries to crawl away. Mikey yanks her back to her feet and throws her to the ropes, Bonnie comes off and Mikey nails her with a back-elbow dropping her to the mat.
Wavedigger: Bonnie Blue eating a big chunk of Mikey’s elbow.
Mikey charges to the ropes and comes off with a big time leg drop. Mikey goes for the cover.
Bonnie kicks out. Mikey steps to his feet and starts pulling Bonnie up by her hair, Bonnie rights back with some shots to the stomach, this gives her enough time to get away and charge for the ropes, Bonnie comes off and nails Mikey with a hurricanrana.
Zach Wavis: Bonnie fights back with a devastating hurricanrana.
Bonnie heads to the top rope, Mikey gets to his feet and Bonnie dives off with a crossbody block taking Mikey down to the mat, she stays on top for the cover.
Mikey kicks out.
Wavedigger: A quick nearfall, but the number one contender to the US Title isn’t finished.
Bonnie gets to her feet and pulls Mikey up. Bonnie hits Mikey with a springboard bulldog, but no Mikey throws Bonnie off to the outside of the ring, she crashes hard to the floor.
Zach Wavis: A good counter by Mikey eXtreme.
Mikey climbs out of the ring as Bonnie gets back to her feet, Mikey whips her into the ring steps.
Freddy Bro: Oww, a devastating collision right there.
Mikey stomps away on Bonnie a few times before pulling her to her feet and chucking her back into the ring. Mikey slides in a quicky covers Bonnie hooking both legs. Moser counts.
Bonnie kicks out.
Zach Wavis: Even after a devastating ride into the ring steps, Bonnie Blue has fight left in her.
Mikey pulls Bonnie up to her feet and nails her with a kick to the gut followed by a high impact DDT. Mikey just sits on the mat for a moment next to Bonnie Blue as if contemplating what direction his offense should take next. Mikey climbs back to his feet he rolls Bonnie onto her back and then heads for the top rope. Mikey very cautiously mounts the top rope, just as he gets there Bonnie leaps to her feet and charges in shoving Mikey’s feet of the ropes crotching him on the turnbuckle.
Freddy Bro: Oww that’ll ruin your weekend.
Zach Wavis: Mikey gave Bonnie too much time to recover.
Bonnie takes a few steps backwards and then charges into the corner leaping high into the and catching Mikey with a massive hurricanrana off the top rope, the crowd pops.
Wavedigger: Holy shit!
Zach Wavis: Bonnie Blue with an amazing vertical leap.
Bonnie immediately covers Mikey.
Mikey kicks out!
Wavedigger: Mikey just barely kicking out of that.
Bonnie hops to her feet and yanks Mikey up, PARADOX…
NO! Mikey counters and shoves Bonnie Blue off, SUPERKICK! Mikey drops down for the cover.
NO! Bonnie kicks out!
Zach Wavis: That’s about as close to a three as you’re gonna get without the bell ringing.
Mikey’s wide eyes says he can’t believe it. Mikey doesn’t waste much time, getting back to his feet and then lifting Bonnie Blue up, Mikey grabs Bonnie by the back of the neck.
Freddy Bro: The eXplosion!
Mikey lifts Bonnie up, but she catches him with a back kick and he drops her before finishing the move, Bonnie spins around, PARADOX!
Bonnie covers Mikey hooking a leg. Stanley Moser drops down for the count.
The bell rings.
Zach Wavis: That’s all she wrote, Bonnie Blue upsetting the number one contender to the US Title.
Kyle Steel: You winner of the match…BONNIE BLUE!
Wavedigger: A fast-paced match where Bonnie Blue gets the edge over Mikey eXtreme.
The scene opens on a packed Slam arena, panning around the crowd to show off their signs in full force.
Zach Wavis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam...and it's time for our main event!
Wavedigger: You mean it's time for a weekly ritual #BK killing?
Zach Wavis: I don't think so...you have to question #BeachKrew's state of mind after XIII a few nights ago.
Wavedigger: No you don't. They were ganged on at XIII. I would have put a stop to it, but I was getting iced down in the medical room after my unquestioned win against Jayson Price, haha!
"Aquaberry Dolphin" by RIFF RAFF hits the P.A. as Los Tiburones steps out from behind the curtain, nursing his shoulder wrapped in tape. Johnny Rabid follows closely behind him, Tag Team championship around his waist, staring at the ring as they make their way down the ramp.
Crowd: THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN! THIRTEEN!
Tibs looks around, flipping the crowd off as he does so.
Wavedigger: I don't question their state of mind...but that shoulder isn't looking so hot. He's putting himself at serious risk by getting in the ring tonight. He should take the night off. Rest up.
Zach Wavis: Or he can stay. Get his.
Zach Wavis: Huh? Oh, nothing. Nothing at all.
Los Tiburones walks up the steps as Rabid slides into the ring. Rabid holds the ropes open for Los Tiburones, but he shrugs it off and leaps ovee the top rope in a display of fortitude.
Wavedigger: Looks like Tibs is ok after all.
As soon as his feet hit in the mat, Los Tiburones hand immediately flies to his shoulder, nursing it as gently as possible. Rabid approaches Tibs, but Tibs shoves him away in defiance. Rabid holds his hands up and backs away as Night Rider's music hits the p.a. and he makes his way to the ring.
Zach Wavis: This could be a big night for Night Rider. He couls regain some much needed momentum here tonight.
Wavedigger: By beating on an injured opponent? Tell me how that gives you momentum?
Night Rider slides into the ring as Vengeance music hits and he steps out on the stage.
Zach Wavis: Vengeance on his way to the ring now. He's been nothing but dominant since his return! Expect big things from him in the near future!
Wavedigger: Like a Dolphin Driver? I could see that happening.
Vengeance climbs into the ring amd fist bumps Night Rider. Rider takes first spot in the match as Tibs argues with Rabid.
Zach Wavis: It looks like Tiburones wants to go first!
Wavedigger: He's tough. A real mensch!
Zach Wavis: A real fool if you ask me!
Wavedigger: Well, nobody did, so shut ya trap!
Rabid concedes to Tibs and steps out on the apron. Night Rider approaches, but Tibs kicks him in the groin - to a massive BOO - before the ref rings the bell and Rider hits the mat. The ref quickly calls for the bell and Tibs drops down for the cover.
Zach Wavis: Shoulder up from Rider! What a snake move from Tibs!
Wavedigger: He's a man possessed. An injured animal. He's more rabid than Rabid! Don't back him into a corner!
Tibs gets to his feet and starts blasting Rider with stomps. Rider gets to hit feet and Tibs goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Rider ducks and Tibs falls right on his shoulder, yelling in agony as he does. Rider follows up with a stomp to the shoulder and flips Tibs over. He stretches his arm out and drops knee first on the shoulder, which causes Tibs to yell in pain again. Rabid is looking concerned on the apron and calls out to Tibs for the tag!
Rider drops down and starts wrenching the arm from a knealt position. Tibs eyes rocket out of his head as he reaches for the ropes, all while Rabid reaches out for a tag. Tibs maneuvers and closes in on Rabid...but he puts his hand on the rope instead. Rabid gives him a "da feq?" look as Rider backs off. Vengeance claps from his corner as Tibs gets to his feet. Rider approaches Tibs again to eat an uppercut from the corner animal. Rider bounds back and Tibs gives him a gut kick. Rider doubles over and Tibs drops him with a famouser. He rolls Rider over and goes for the cover again.
Another shoulder up from Rider and it continues on. Tibs uses his good hand to lift Rider off the ground...but Rider shoves him into the ropes, grabs him arm, wraps it around the ropes, and wrenches as hard as he can! Tibs positively shrieks in agony! Rider pulls him away and drops him with a firemans carry...but Tibs lands on his feet and hits a pele kick on Rider. As Tibs gets to his feet, Rabid tags himself in from behind.
Los Tiburones: What the fuck are you doing?!
Johnny Rabid: You're struggling. Let me in!
Los Tiburones: Fuck you! I had this shit!
Johnny Rabid: Let. Me. In.
Los Tiburones: Fine fuccboi. Come in.
As if waiting for the invitation, Rabid leaps off the top rope and lands a frog splash on Rider. A few stomps later and Rabid lifts Rider to his feet, flipping him over with a quick snap suplex. Without missing a beat, Rabid rolls over and lifts him into another snap suplex, and then another without hesitation.
Zach Wavis: His strength is almost inhuman!
Wavedigger: That is pretty crazy Zaggry.
Rabid lifts Rider over one more time, lifts him up in a military press, and drops him directly on his knee. The crowd starts to BOO as Rabid takes control of the match. He lifts Rider up...and Rider connects with an uppercut and Rabid's head snaps back. Rider dips backwards and slaps Vengeance's hand on the way down. Vengeance climbs over the top rope and Rabid brings the fight to him, popping off hard lefts and rights, but Vengeance brushes them off and drops Rabid with a big boot! Rabid hits the mat and Vengeance grabs him by the throat and lifts him clean off the mat, throwing him into the turnbuckle. A hard lariat into the corner sends Rabid reeling and Vengeance whips him into the opposite corner! Vengeance slams into him with another lariat and whips him into the corner to repeat the process. As he approaches with the third, Rabid lifts a high knee up, knocking Vengeance away and into the middle of the ring. Rabid hops to the top turnbuckle in one effortless motion and flies ofd with a hurricanrana, dropping Vengeance down hard to the mat. Rabid rolls over and covers him for the pin.
But Vengeance sends him flying off. Rabid lands on his feet and charges Vengeance, who sends him flying over the top rope, but a quick skinned cat brings Rabid right back in...and delivers a superkick straight to Vengeance...but Vengeance ducks! Rabid turns around...CHOKESLAM! Rabid hits the mat and Vengeance goes for the cover!
Rabid's shoulder flies up just as Tibs stomps on Vengeance!
Zach Wavis: Broken up by Tibs!
Wavedigger: Rabid with the shoulder up!
Vengeance gets to his feet as the ref starts arguing with Tibs to get out of the ring. With his back turned, Rabid nails Vengeance with a low blow! Vengeance stays on his feet, but Rabid bounds off the ropes and hits the KINGDOM DESTROYER ON VENGEANCE! He keeps the position for the pinfall and Tibs motions to the ref! The ref whips around and starts counting the pin.
But the lights cut out! For a few agonizing moments the Landon Arena is a sea of mobile phone camera screens; the blinking lights forming a constellation that baths the ring with a pulsating strobe effect. We see a kind of zoetrope version of the WCF unfold now as Rabid stands; he turns to face the stage; his eyes piercing the darkness, straining to see some kind of approaching movement. Rabid is joined by Los Tiburones. Vengeance is helped to his feet by Night Rider. The referee joins the wrestlers as everyone is perplexed by...something, looming on that stage, a huge form; carrying what appears to be a fire axe.
Zach Wavis: Who the hell is that?
Freddy Bro: Oh fuck no...
Slowly, Dune raises the axe above his head. The Sandman turns; and in a flurry of movement, he begins to swing on the jumbo-tron, spinning and delivering blow after thunderous blow onto the structure as a cascade of metal, sparks and circuitry falls onto the gorilla curtain; sealing the wrestler’s entrance to the arena shut.
Zach Wavis: Dear God! Dune’s sealed himself inside the arena!
Wavedigger: And isolated those in the ring! Someone needs to get security down here, NOW!
Dune casually drops the axe and begins to walk slowly, patently, towards the ring. Dune has a microphone in hand; a stick swiped from the pleading hands of Kyle Steel; who’s face has been shoved firmly into the concrete floor by the mysterious Sandman, blood dripping from Steel’s nose as he scurries over a barrier and away to safety!
There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd, not sure how to react.
As this occurs Los Tiburones and Vengeance have both retrieved steel chairs. While Night Rider checks beneath the ring and uncovers a length of steel chain, which he wraps around his knuckles. The referee is now brandishing the ring bell and hands it to grimly determined Rabid!
Dune: #Beachkrew...the all powerful #Beachkrew. Tell me now; who is in control? Do you still believe it’s you? Does that illusion protect you? Can it save you from me? I don’t think so. I’ve run your little faction to ground. And now, it’s time to cut you down, Jared. To cut off the head of the snake, so that MY world title is handed back to me, in a match of MY choosing, as I decimate your oh so precious Wade Moor!
Los Tiburones begins to scream at the top of his lungs as Dune encircles the wrestlers within like a stalking big cat.
Los Tiburones: This is our time, Dune! You child murdering Fuck! You want a match for the title? You get in line, fuccboi! You get in line and wait, just like everyone else. You wait nilla...wait until hell freezes over, then you wait some more, because it’s NEVER GONNA HAPPEN!
Zach Wavis: No...just....just promise him the match, Jared! Just say--
Wavedigger: No. That’s not how you face monsters like Dune, Zac! You can never give into them, you can never give them what they want!
BACKSTAGE we see a mass gathering of the WCF roster teaming up to remove the wreckage; it’s People’s Choice working side by side with Pantheon. Oblivion and Alex Richards using their collective strength to lift huge portions of scaffolding. Even Wade Moor and Kyle Kemp are joining in; coordinating some of the others to help while a collective sense of desperation and dread hangs over the scene.
Zach Wavis: Everyone can sense it, Digger! This isn’t #Beachkrew verses the People’s Choice, or Pantheon verses AOD. This is Dune verses everyone. This is the Sandman verses our entire way of life!
Back at ringside: Dune is poised to strike!
Dune: Poor. Deluded, Jared. What I do now? I do as a warning to others. Only obedience will be tolerated; remember this lesson, Jared Holmes. Remember it, WCF. Take it...to your graves.
Dune drops the microphone and leaps into the ring! Vengeance and Los Tiburones storm forward but are met with a flying double clothesline that sends them both reeling backwards! Night Rider goes for a flying double axe-handle off the turn-bucke, bringing the full weight of that steel chain down on the back of Dune’s skull; it connects! But Dune’s facial harness protects him from the full impact! Dune spins now, and delivers a brutal uppercut that has Rider staggering, Night recovers as a trickle of blood runs from his nose; he ducks an incoming lariat, while delivering an uppercut of his own! Night goes for another shot; but it’s back to the well one too many times as Dune connects with a sickening
Dune turns and faces off with Rabid; Rabid drops the ring bell; cracks his knuckles as he assumes a fighting stance.
Dune: And now for the curiosity. Tell me, Rabid. Do they have any idea what you really are?
Rabid snarls at the accusation.
Johnny Rabid: Why don’t you step forward, Dune. So I can show them.
Dune smirks as ravaged flesh attempts a sinister smile.
Johnny Rabid: I wonder, does the man who was once Dune still exist? Or are you just a husk now for that...infection. That parasite that destroyed Joey Flash’s world? Can the real Dune hear me? Give us one shot, Dune. Give us one chance to put you down, so we end this madness for good!
Dune motions forward, but his step hesitates. He’s thinking; thinking, thinking...
Johnny Rabid: NOW, JARED....NOW!
Jared leaps off the turn-buckle; launched by Night Rider and Vengeance for added elevation; Jared has a length of pipe high above his head as he brings it down in a deadly arch; it’s going to take the Sandman’s head clean off!
Dune leans back, the pipe whooshes past his skull, missing by inches as Dune catches a prone Jared and hits the Hourglass.
Zach Wavis: Brainbuster DDT...on the pipe!
Freddy Bro: Oh My God.
Dune lift up the pipe and swings it down on the back of a reeling Jared, the pipe about to connect as--
Dune’s hand is caught, it’s Rabid. Dune tries to break free from Rabid’s grip, but it’s vice like and almost inhuman; squeezing the life out of Dune’s forearm.
Johnny Rabid: So...shall we?
Rabid and Dune exchange clubbing right hands. Rabid absorbing the impact; Dune swings with the pipe, as Rabid ducks, Dune swings again; connects! Rabid staggers, but holds his ground, clearly shaken. Rabid goes for a uppercut as:
Dune ducks! Sensing an incoming Cliche Kick from Jared; the kick connects with Rabid! Who takes the full force of the attack! Rabid is sent reeling; rolling out of the ring as--
Dune turns, clubs Jared’s shoulder with the iron bar; Jared SCREAMS! Staggers, falling to his knees as--
Backstage: the Locker Room scatter as an INCOMING PICK UP TRUCK CRASHES THROUGH THE DEBRIS!
Zach Wavis: It’s JOEY FLASH!
The debris is ploughed apart as Joseph Malignaggi slams on the breaks! The vehicle screaming to an abrupt stop on the metal walkway as the entire WCF Locker Room clamber though the makeshift Gorilla with steel chairs in hand!
Back in the ring: Dune clubs Jared again on the shoulder! His body is now an absolute wreck as he spits out a mass of blood on the mat. Dune drops the pipe and wraps his hand around Jared’s throat; Vengeance and Night Rider motion forward, ready to make the save.
Dune: Take another step, and I’ll snap his neck.
Vengeance and Rider put on the breaks as Dune lifts up Jared by the throat, admires that Shark mask of his. With his free hand, Dune raps his digits on the top of the fin; playfully, with horrible, sinister intent.
Dune: Do you know Jared...what happens to a shark when you pull it backwards by the tail? It drowns. It dies. Just. Like. This.
Wavedigger: Dune, you sick fuck!
DUNE RIPS AWAY JARED’S MASK!
The crowd are stunned. Then, it begins, finally a chorus of boos; rising in volume and expression. Dune is indifferent however. He is above such things now.
Dune smashes his fist down across Jared’s face; thick blood congealing across his knuckles with the attack. He drops Jared to the mat as he sees:
Joseph Malignaggi: Malignaggi. For. My. Son.
Joseph Malignaggi storms the ring and begins to attack Dune with a boxer's precision; the sandman reels as the assault is joined by the rest of #Beachkrew. Brosideon Punch to Dune! Dune rolls out of the ring with the Los Tiburones mask still in hand; a trophy for a good night’s work.
Dune grabs a microphone.
Dune: Flash...WCF...Everything you are, is mine. This ring, your titles. At ONE; you’ll learn the truth. And it will destroy you. Just as it did Los Tiburones. Just as it did Christian Malignaggi. You’ll learn, but it won’t do you any good. The time for mercy has passed. You all had your chance to embrace it, but tonight you squandered it away..and now? Your lives, all your lives, are forfeit.
Joey makes a slow, menacing cutthroat sign as Dune drops the mic and barges away into the crowd.
Zach Wavis: We need paramedics here now!
Freddy Bro: That...that was fucking intense.
#Beachkrew attend to a fallen Jared; surrounded by a semi circle of WCF alumni. While Joey Flash never takes his eyes of the escaping target as the cameras go off the air.