We pan across a shot of the Wells Fargo Center as the pyro explodes to welcome us to the show.
Zach Wavis: Welcome to motherfuckin Slam, I'm Zach Wavis and joining me are Freddy Bro.
Freddy Bro: BRO!
Zach Wavis: ...and our colleague Wavedigger.
Wavedigger: Fuck yeah!
Zach Wavis: Every title in the WCF is on the line tonight, this has such big implications for the landscape heading into One, who will survive as champion, who will fall? Find out now as-
Retrograde by James Blake begins humming through the arena. The crowd first explode into a cheer then join in humming along with the song and slow clapping with the beat, breaking only raise the roof when Joseph Malignaggi steps through the curtain. Wearing his hair tied back, a white T-shirt and pure white wrestling trunks and boots, he looks every big the professional, the exact opposite of his normal ring attire. He holds a hand up to the crowd in recognition.
Zach Wavis: It's Joey Flash, he-
Wavedigger: Joseph Malignaggi.
Freddy Bro: That's his name bro.
Zach Wavis: Joseph Malignaggi is here, he's surprisingly not booked to be here tonight, but the way he is attired it looks like he has every intention of competing tonight.
Malignaggi slaps hands with a couple of fans before sliding into the ring, he approaches Kyle Steel who recoils for a moment before Joseph draws him into a hug and says a couple of words into his ear, the two men converse for a moment before Joey seems to bow his head and then extend a hand to Kyle, who holds the microphone out. Joey shakes his head and grabs Kyle's hand and shakes it much to the delight of the crowd. Kyle hands Joey the microphone and the music dies.
Joseph Malignaggi: First thing is first...
Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
Joseph Malignaggi: ...thank you.
The crowd cheers.
Wavedigger: Malignaggi sucking up to the crowd here.
Joseph Malignaggi: Real talk, for everything, the messages I've gotten, the emails, the post, the donations to the child bereavement fund it's been...it's been...
He holds a hand outward and with glistening eyes regains his composure.
Joseph Malignaggi: ...fucking amazing.
The crowd ripples with clapping and cheers.
Joseph Malignaggi: Fucking humbling is what it is, let me just say right now, I will never ever forget any of you and all the kind words. Thank you, thank you.
Joseph Malignaggi: That being said, this is a wrestling show right? So let's see some fucking wrestling.
He rips his T-Shirt off and throws it into the crowd to the delight of the audience.
Joseph Malignaggi: Seth. Send me my warm up.
Malignaggi drops the microphone and waits in the middle of the ring.
Zach Wavis: Holy shit, might we get to see Joey Fl- Joseph Malignaggi compete tonight?
The anticipation is broken by the opening chord of Master of Puppets by Metallica as Seth Lerch emerges from the back joined by a man in a suit.
Seth Lerch: Joe...
He seems legitimately upset at something.
Seth Lerch: I...I tried.
He hands the microphone to the suited man.
Man in Suit: My name is Christopher Morrell, Mr Malignaggi's Neurologist and it is with great regret to inform you that the concussion like symptoms Mr Malignaggi received in his previous bout have yet to subside and if anything show signs of worsening. Therefore I cannot clear him for action tonight...
The crowd boos Morrell.
Morrell: ...and he is also to be readmitted into my care for the next six weeks making him unable to compete in his match against Dune at One. I am sorry.
He turns to Seth and nods a sombre nod. As the crowd begins booing heavily.
Seth Lerch: I'm sorry, look it's not...
Crowd: LET HIM FIGHT, LET HIM FIGHT LET HIM FIGHT.
Seth Lerch: IT'S NOT MY CALL.
In the ring Joseph looks crestfallen...that quickly turns to fury. He hops over the top rope to the floor and begins stalking up the ramp toward Seth and Dr Morrell, he gestures at Morrell are more likes pleas than anything else. With Joseph's attention all on the doctor he doesn't notice the figure emerge from the curtain-
Zach Wavis: NO!
As smashing Joey straight in the head with a stiff clothesline, whipping his head backward like a crashtest dummy before Malignaggi sinks unconscious to the ground is none other than DUNE!
Freddy Bro: OH COME ON NOT LIKE THIS.
Wavedigger: We had Master of Puppets, why not fuckin Whiplash!
Dune stomps at the head of Joey a couple of times before being wrestled away by WCF Security. Seth Lerch is screaming like a woman watching her husband getting beaten on and the doctor looks on horrified. Dune picks up the discarded microphone.
Dune: He might be joining you for a longer time than you think Doc.
He shrugs the security off with an almighty display of power and steps to a cowering Seth.
Dune: It seems my calendar is clear on December 20th. I want what is mine, I want the head of the Leviathan, I want my fucking belt.
Dune drops the microphone as we go to an enforced commercial break as EMT's see to the fallen Malignaggi.
We return from commercial break with BioWalker Nation already in the ring. Biohazard and Tyler Walker pump themselves up while D’Angelo Hall simply looks at them on the apron in disgust.
Zach Wavis: And here come the trios champs!
Struck a Nerve by Bad Religion hits as The People’s Choice walk out onto the stage, mics in hand as the crowd goes crazy.
Vic: Cut the music.
The song quickly fades out.
Vic: Unfortunately, this won’t be a match. While we enjoy putting on the best performances possible for you all, you’re about to witness a massacre.
Spencer: I told the world that tonight is when we send a message. This is about making a very clear statement.
Teo: The three of us have been terrorized by people like #BeachKrew in recent weeks and it stops now. We are here to represent all of you, to fight for what is ours.
They all drop their mics at ringside and roll into the ring as Vic Venable steps through the ropes for The People’s Choice.
Freddy Bro: BioWalker Nation having a disagreement it looks like over who will enter first!
Tyler Walker and Biohazard yell at D’Angelo Hall for control. Walker gets in Halls face as Hall smacks him straight in his bitch ass mouth before throwing up gang signs and dropping off the apron.
Wavedigger: Oh come on now! He needs to be helping these guys take the titles from these jobbers!
Hall walks to the back as The People’s Choice looked on a bit confused before laughing in BioWalker’s direction.
Tyler Walker steps through the ropes to start the match.
DING DING DING!
Tyler Walker approaches Vic menacingly.
Freddy Bro: BOOM HEADSHOT!
Zach Wavis: Spinning clean around! That was a hard one! He just turned Tyler Walker inside out!
Freddy Bro: Tag to Spencer Adams!
Rather than joining Teo on the apron, Vic runs over and hits another superkick, this time on Biohazard sending him flying off the apron as Vic rolls out and points to his teammates.
Zach Wavis: VACCINE TO TYLER WALKER!
Freddy Bro: Tag to Teo Del Sol!
Zach Wavis: Teo looking to fly!
Freddy Bro: HABANERO HIGH DIVE!
Zach Wavis: and the pin!
Kyle Steel: Your winners and still the WCF trios champions, The People’s Choice!
Freddy Bro: I don’t think they’re done yet!
Tyler Walker is out cold in the ring as Teo motions for the crowd to make some noise.
Zach Wavis: Vic pulling out the table from under the ring! This looks like a message for their opponents in next month’s TLC match!
Freddy Bro: Biohazard climbing up on that apron, trying to get away, but Spencer and Vic look ready to lift him right back down and send him crashing through the table!
Teo approaches Biohazard.
Zach Wavis: Watch out, Teo!
Tyler Walker comes charging at Teo for a spear, but Teo senses him and steps out of the way.
Freddy Bro: TYLER WALKER ACCIDENTALLY SPEARING HIS OWN PARTNER THROUGH THAT THAT TABLE! BIOWALKER IS DOWN!
The crowd pops as The People’s Choice look on a bit surprised.
Zach Wavis: I don’t think that’s what they had in mind, but it will do!
Freddy Bro: They said they were here tonight to send a message and I think they definitely did! The People’s Choice is primed and ready for not only #BeachKrew, but the rest of the roster as well!
Slam goes to commercial as The People’s Choice hoist the trios titles in the air in celebration.
"21st Century Schizoid Man" by King Crimson hits the P.A. to a tremendous chorus of deafening boos as Wade Moor steps out onto the stage against a slew of sea blue and green strobes blanketing the stage. His WHIRLPOOL Championship hung over his shoulder, gleaming against the bright lights flashing on it.
Zach Wavis: Oh no! Not him!
Wavedigger: What do you mean?! What a way to continue Slam: Night of Champions with THE CHAMPION!!! The WHIRLPOOL Champion!!!
Freddy Bro: I can think of a few better things to continue the show...
Wavedigger: What Freddy?!
Freddy Bro: Nothing!
Wavedigger: Swim or drown! Hashtag BEE KAY 4 SEA LYFE!
Wade climbs in the ring and puts a microphone to his lips.
Wade Moor: Now that THE Champion is here.. WELCOME... TO DOUBLE YOU SEA EFF NIGHT OF CHAMPIONS!!!
The crowd BOOS.
Wade Moor: Unfortunately...I won't be defending MY WHIRLPOOL CHAMPIONSHIP tonight.
The crowd boos some more.
Wade Moor: I'm sorry! I know! I hate to rob you 'good people' of what you really paid to see tonight, but the fact of the matter is...there just isn't a man or woman on this roster who can stand one on one with The Leviathan. If you really dig down into that nugget you call a brain, you'll realize that nobody will ever take this belt away from me. I am the WSeaF WHIRLPOOL CHAMPION! I am THE talent!
Even more boos from the Philly crowd!
Zach Wavis: Philly is usually a hot crowd...but this is intense! They must really HATE our World Champion!
Wavedigger: They hate what they don't understand, Zach. Each one of these mindless cretins can't understand the genius that is Wade Moor!
Zach Wavis: A genius...is not what I would call him...
Wavedigger: You're just another one of them then, Zach. Just a mindless hater. Unable to comprehend the complexity of the man!
Wade Moor: Do you think that someone...someone like Dune...
Wade is forced to stop from the amount of boos pouring into the stage in pure vitriol of the recently returned Sandman.
Wade Moor: You think someone like Dune could take this World Championship away from me?! HE COULDN'T EVEN DEFEND “HIS BELT” AGAINST JOEY FLASH!!!
Wade gets cut off for a massive POP for Flash!
Wade Moor: And now he wants to come back and take what's mine?! What I earned?!
Wade spits the last word with venom.
Wade Moor: And let's take a look at some of the other lackluster CHAMPIONS that are here tonight...We have The People's Choice and their gimmickry Trio's Championships!
A nice POP from the Philly crowd!
Wade Moor: The #Fartcore Champion Torture who Andre will undoubtedly sweep tonight!
Pop for Torture, boos for Andre!
Wade Moor: Then you have Jayson Price...
Huge POP for the hometown name! Wade clears his throat to quell the crowd.
Wade Moor: ...defending the Cruiserweight Championship for the first time in five years! Then you have Gemini Battle...
MASSIVE CROWD POP FROM THE CROWD COMPLETELY CUTTING OFF WADE.
Wade Moor: EXCUSE ME! EXCUSE ME! I'm tryi...
But they don't let him continue. They keep popping on.
Crowd: GEMINI! GEMINI! GEMINI! GEMINI! GEMINI!
Wade Moor: STOP! QUIET! I WON'T HEAR ANYMORE OF THIS! Gemini Battle is nothing compared to me! He's just a boy trying to play a man's game! A kid who watched one too many feel good movies growing up, wishing life worked that way! He calls himself the greatest US Champion?! He very well could be the greatest United States Champion, but that still doesn't measure up to THE GREATEST WORLD CHAMPION TO EVER GRACE THIS RING! I AM THAT WORLD CHAMPION AND YOU LISTEN TO ME N...
“Falling Higher” by Helloween hits the P.A. To an even larger crowd POP than before! Wade turns on the spot and looks towards the stage as the music picks up and Gemini steps out to another loud POP from the crowd. Gemini starts making his way down to the ring, smiling and bouncing the United States Championship on his shoulder. He points towards the crowd as he sets his United States Championship on the ring apron and slides in. He hops on the turnbuckle and brandishes the United States Championship over his head to another massive crowd POP.
Zach Wavis: Gemini is in the house...or should I say Grayson Pierce?! He's looking good tonight for his title defense against Mikey eXtreme!
Wavedigger: Are you kidding me? I hope Wade demolishes him, just for interrupting his time out here, and sends him packing back to the midcard where he belongs! This isn't a place for boys!
Freddy Bro: Wade doesn't look too happy to see Gemini if you ask me!
Wavedigger: Nobody WAS asking you Freddy!
Gemini's music cuts and he moves to speak...but the crowd cuts him off with a voracious chant.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
This goes on for a moment before Gemini Battle holds his hand out and the crowd dies down.
Gemini Battle: This is awesome, isn't it! We're in Philly tonight...
Gemini Battle: MORE IMPORTANTLY, WE FINALLY GOT THIS GUY TO SHUT THE HELL UP!
Wade's face contorts in a look of appall and anger.
Gemini Battle: Let me ask you something Wade, a real question if you don't mind? I can tell by the look on your face that you don't, so here goes...did it ever occur to you that these people don't care about you? Did it ever occur to you that NOBODY cares about you? I mean...listen to this crowd and let them decide. Do you like Wade Moor as YOUR WORLD Champion?
Deafening boos in Wade's direction.
Gemini Battle: And what about the GREATEST UNITED STATES CHAMPION EVER?!
Massive POP for Battle.
Gemini Battle: You see Wade...this little game you're playing?! You're the only one clocked in, brotha! You're talking, but nobody’s listening anymore! You're out here all alone because #BeachKrew's becoming endangered! It all started when Los Tiburones, the shark mask fruitcake, got put through that flaming table at XIII...
Pause for a POP.
Gemini Battle: ...And it ends with someone taking that World Championship off of your shoulder.
Gemini steps towards Wade with a serious look on his face to a huge POP, but Wade starts to pace back and forth.
Wade Moor: And you think that you're going to be the one to take it from me, don't you? You...you think I care if anyone LIKES me or NOT?! You think I give a shit what these imbeciles think?! Do you really think I'm playing a GAME GEMINI! Listen up, because you're about to get a life lesson learned the hard way...
Gemini's mouth contorts a smidgen.
Wade Moor: It doesn't matter what these 'people' think, and it never has! You think I won this World Championship off the good faith of a bunch of mindless sheep?! You think their 'strength' was in the ring with me, forcing my fist down Jay Omega's throat with that BROSEIDON PUNCH, or some bullshit like that?! Do you really think these people can 'save' you?
Gemini motions for Wade to continue.
Wade Moor: I used to care what people thought...UNTIL THOSE PEOPLE TURNED AROUND AND CREATED ME! They may love you, but the scorn an-an-and contempt they've held for me since I was ushered into this world is what molded my mind Gemini! I exist as a direct result of these people's emotions. But it's not just the faces in the crowd...it's the one's back home who kicked my ass just for being my father's son! It's the ones who screamed in my face and rapped my knuckles if I even thought about making a move! It's these people that YOU FIGHT FOR that have made me this way! Nobody ever seems to bring that up when they talk about 'these people'!
The crowd BOOS for Wade.
Wade Moor: So I stopped caring about what they think. Instead, I started caring about what I felt. In those years, I horded knowledge, my mind grew stronger, and my fangs became sharper! I came out a different man...but then I decided that ignoring them wasn't enough. I had to take the fight back to them and show this world the very same cruelties it had bore unto me! So I became their WORLD CHAMPION. Now they have no choice but to look at what they created and hate it. By proxy...they hate themselves, Gemini. That's the wicked circle of life, isn't it. Someday...the hate always comes back to you.
Wade gets showered with BOOS.
Wade Moor: So tell me to my face...do you think you're going to be the one to take this belt away from me Gemini?
Gemini moves to speak.
Gemini Battle: No.
The crowd is in shock.
Wade Moor: Then what’s this all about, Pisces?
Wade bears his teeth and steps towards Gemini.
Gemini Battle: Now that we've gotten your little sob story out of the way...I'm going to tell you that I don't care about the World Championship. It's meaningless to me. Because I am, and will forever be the HASHTAG…
Crowd: GREATEST US CHAMP EVER
Gemini Battle: Damn fucking straight!
Another POP for Gemini.
Gemini Battle: But don’t get me wrong… I will be headlining ONE this year, but not to fight for that useless piece of tin that you’re holding. I’ve got bigger fish to fry, if you will.
Wade Moor: What’s more important than the Whirlpool Championship?
He holds the title in the air to a resounding chorus of boos from the crowd.
Gemini Battle: This!
He holds the US Title in the air to a raucous of applause.
Gemini Battle: Philadelphia, who would you all rather see main event One? Would you rather see this fat fuck waddle out in his galoshes and defend that title or would you rather see the… HASHTAG…
Crowd: GREATEST US CHAMP EVER.
Gemini Battle: The people have spoken…
“The Master” by GosT hits the P.A. To a mixed reaction from the crowd. It takes a moment, but Armand De La Fontaine steps out onto the stage, holding on to...something. He yanks and pulls on it...until Preecha Kamon walks out onto the stage - his face filled with rage – attached to a dog leash. Preecha yanks at the collar, but Armand fires a look in his direction and Preecha quells. Armand lifts a microphone to his mouth to speak.
Fontaine: Thank you Gemini for such a glorious introduction.
Gemini Battle: But I didn’t…
Fontaine: My name is Armand De La Fontaine. I am the manager for Preecha Kamon, the man you see tied at the neck. Trust me, I didn't bring him out here against his will...the collar is all for show. A spectacle if you will!
Gemini nods at Wade, holds his title up for the crowd to see and leaves the ring. Armand and Preecha start making their way down the ramp.
Fontaine: You've been running the show, have you? The inmates may be running the asylum...but someone is still in charge of the inmates, aren't they? You see, my client Preecha earned a shot at the World Championship. Signed a contract and everything...Well, I signed a contract considering I am his legal obligate. Man can't even hear for Christ's sake! So that meant I had to roll up my sleeves...and make a telephone call. That call was to Seth Lerch...
Boos from the Philly crowd!
Fontaine: And he told me that you will be defending your World Championship here tonight on Slam: Night of Champions!
Fontaine: Against none other than Preecha Kamon here. But Preecha didn't seem all that interested in a a title match, no. He just wanted to get his hands on you. Of course, I was stricken with anger. I mean, why would Preecha not want his shot at this companies top prize? Could you imagine the wonders that would do for my club? Sales will boost, the crime rate will drop! M and M will become a WORLD famous destination! Why would he pass that up?
Fontaine yanks on the chain as he steps towards the ring apron. Wade stands inside, his face a blanket of contempt.
Fontaine: So, whilst teaching you a lesson, I decided to teach Preecha a lesson. As his legal obligate, I made sure to set this match up under ONE condition...You and Preecha's World Championship match tonight...will be a DOG COLLAR MATCH! I have it in writing. There's no backing out now, Wade. You've made your bed, and now you both are going to lie in it!
Armand points at Preecha and tells him to get in the ring. Preecha, begrudgingly, slides in under the bottom rope and gets face to face with Wade. Wade steps up to Preecha as the crowd starts to get hot for the match brewing. Wade puts the mic to his lips and starts to speak.
Wade Moor: This is what you want, Preecha? This is really what you want to do? You want a Dog Collar match tonight? One of the most vicious, brutal, unsanct matches you could ever compete in?
Wade pauses for a moment.
Wade Moor: Then beg. Like a good little bitch, Preecha.
Preecha takes one look at Wade...then spins around and nails Wade with a kick to the gut. Elbow! Elbow! Knee! Another spinning wheel kick! Wade's title falls to the ground as Preecha gears up for something big...a spinning back fist! But Wade ducks and bounds off the ropes.
Zach Wavis: BROSIEDON PUNCH!...
But a yank from the chain by Armand pulls Preecha to the ground. Armand pulls Preecha out of the ring and quells him as Wade motions for him to get back in. Armand moves to speak.
Fontaine: Not now! Later! This match happens later! And if you try to attack each other before the match tonight...then I'll have you stripped of that World Championship!...and that might not even be the worst thing that happens to you. Let's go Preecha.
Armand yanks the chain as he starts making his way back up the ramp. Preecha wants to get back in the ring, but Armand pulls him away and they leave the ring area.
Zach Wavis: And just like that...we have a World Championship match for Slam: Night of Champions! And Preecha just might be the one to take the belt away from him.
Wavedigger: Wade almost had him before Armand saved his little lap dog! If it was up to Wade, he wouldn't even be defending against Preecha. He's so far beneath him that this match is just a formality! Armand put Wade over a barrel! They put him between a rock and a hard place! This is a sham!
Zach Wavis: We'll find out later as Wade defends the World Championship tonight!
Slam fades out as Wade picks his belt up off the ring mat and slips in back on his shoulder.
The arena fades to black.
Child's Voice: He's watching over his flock.
"Symphony of Destruction" by Megadeth starts playing and red strobe lights filter threw smoke coming from under the entrance. Out steps Adam Young in the new black "1 Sick Bastard" t-shirt and jeans with a rebel flag bandanna on his head.
Crowd: You Sick Bastard!
Adam walks up to the ring with a big cigar in his mouth puffing away as he smiles.
Adam Young: I've told you son of a bitches for years to not mess with me, put you didn't listen did you. You've already seen what I did to that pussy Spencer Adams and now at ONE you will witness the beginning of the Revolt when Raymond Hatcher and I become the new WCF World tag team champions in a little ole TLC three way dance. The People's Mistake and the Beach Krew will be the very first idiots to feel what it's like to be in the ring with MutherFuckers! Its been told for centuries those who don't learn history are doomed to repeat it, welcome to the Revolution in the WCF.
Adam blows his nose on the center of the ring mat and exits threw the crowd to chants.
Crowd: You Sick Bastard!
Freddy Bro: We’re back! Time for some six man tag action!
Jason Xavier is in one corner checking out the female half of the audience, Hunter Ryan in the other minding his own business and
Greybeard is outside the ring going over his inventory of potions with The Alchemist when “Wing Fortress Zone” by Masato Nakamura hits. Out come Bernard Core, Craven Blackwood, and Terry McGuire.
Zach Wavis: Here come three newcomers to WCF!
Kyle Steel: The following contest is single fall with a fifteen minute time limit!
He jestures to those already assembled in and near the ring.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, the team of Hunter Ryan, Greybeard, and Jason Xavier!
The crowd lets out a modest amount of applause. Core, McGuire, and Blackwood close in on the ring, taking time to let the fans know their disdain along the way.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents, the team of Craven Blackwood, Bernard Core, and Terry McGuire!
A few jeers and boos fill the place as the bell rings.
Freddy Bro: It looks like Greybeard and Core are gonna start us off here, not sure what to expect.
Zach Wavis: Indeed, there is a lot of unknown factors going into this match, anything could happen!
The two tie up with both men looking for an opening. Core backs Greybeard into the corner and we get a clean break at the referee’s instruction.
Zach Wavis: Alright, looks like we’re gonna have a clean match here.
The two tie up again, this time Greybeard moves Core into the corner and we get another break, this time Greybeard backing away. His good will is met with unfortune though as Core lands a hard slap across his bearded face sending him spinning. Core quickly slaps on a standing chin lock. Greybeard ducks behind with a reversal, turning it into a waist lock. While he looks to chain something together, Core hits a switch and moves behind into a hammerlock, wrenching it mercilessly. Out of necessity, Greybeard scores an elbow to the gut and a snapmare and makes the tag to Jason Xavier who comes in to a mild pop.
Freddy Bro: Here comes Xavier! Looks like he has been itching to get in!
Jason Xavier comes in hot and gets hit with a drop toe hold immediately. Core floats over into a side headlock.
Zach Wavis: Maybe a little too eager?! Core is really impressing me with his game tonight
Jason Xavier manages gets to his feet and fires Core into the ropes and hits a textbook dropkick that scores right on the jaw of Core. He rolls to his corner and makes the tag to Craven Blackwood.
Freddy Bro: We were talking about this match earlier and these were the two guys we were really interested in seeing square off.
Zach Wavis: Indeed, styles make fights and this should be a good one!
The two circle for awhile before locking up. Blackwood lands a solid punch from the clinch followed by a kick to the gut and executes a devastating double underhook gutbuster and Jason Xavier is on the ground in pain. Blackwood finds the camera and checks himself out for a second before making the pin.
ONE, TWO, Kickout
Zach Wavis: We all know you can’t get away with that.
Blackwood locks in a single legged boston crab and sits back as Xavier reaches for his corner in Vain. Greybeard and Hunter Ryan both stretch for the tag but aren’t even close. Blackwood transitions into a bow and arrow, instructing the ref to ask for a submission that is declined. He releases the hold and finds the camera once more, ranting about something you can’t even hear over the commentary.
Freddy Bro: This is getting strange now, he has Jason Xavier in a world of trouble but it seems like he’d rather lecture the audience about who knows what.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Jason Xavier lands the X Kick on Blackwood as he turns around and he is out cold!
ONE, TWO, THR…NO!
Terry McGuire makes the save! This gets Hunter Ryan into the mix and the two start a vicious brawl that spills to the outside.
Blackwood crawls for his corner, Xavier to his and they both make the tag and roll to the outside!
Greybeard and Bernard Core enter the ring hot! Core goes for a clothesline but its ducked under and Greybeard lands a neckbreaker. Core gets up and eats a headbutt that knocks him down which is followed by another headbutt to the groin. The referee isn’t pleased but Greybeard’s personal lute boy dances on the ouside with glee. Core slowly gets up and Greybeard begins the slow process of winding up his right arm for the critical strike!
Freddy Bro: I’ve been told he can do this for hours!
Once the windmill reaches peak speed, Greybeard lands a jab with his left that sends Core to the ground. Greybeard climbs to the top to land the Magic Missile Dropkick when B’wana Bludde runs down and shoots Greybeard with a tranquilizer dart! Greybeard tumbles off the top rope and a groggy Bernard Core moves for the pin slowly.
Kyle Steel: The winner of the match! The team of Terry McGuire, Bernard Core, and Craven Blackwood!
"Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and Kyle Kemp saunters down to the ring. He is wearing a blue suit with a white dress shirt and a blue tie with brown dress shoes. He climbs into the ring as the crowd boos him loudly.
Freddy Bro: Kemp with a standard #BeachKrew crowd reaction.
Wavedigger: These people don't understand greatness when they see it! Now hush! He's gonna speak!
Kyle Kemp: Ladies and Gentlemen last week you saw Teo Del Sol pull off the travesty of a lifetime. You saw him steal the People's Title from me and I have to admit, I was very upset earlier this week. I kept wondering how all of you backwoods morons are gonna handle not getting the proper display of what a champion and top tier human being. We all know that Teo Del Sol can't touch me when it comes to being the proper example of what a man should be. I mean just look at last week. He ran away when I ripped off his little mask!
The crowd boos as Kemp laughs and he reaches into his pocket and pulls the mask out.
Kyle Kemp: Now after the match and I was sitting at home I couldn't help myself but wonder why Teo would run out like that just because we could see his face. What was under the mask? Was it a giant disgusting birthmark? Maybe a weird rash? Or maybe he just wants to be different because he just has that standard face. You know the one. The one that can't be picked out from a crowd because there is no start quality or shine from it. It's nothing more than a slightly pale average guy face. It's not like mine which sines through in any situation.
Zach Wavis: He's always so damn full of himself.
Kyle Kemp: So it dawned on me. He needs this mask. He needs it to continue to have something about him that stands out which is why there is only one decision for me when it comes to this mask…
I must destroy it.
Now, With that said....
Kemp climbs out of the ring and walks over to the announce table where Wavedigger hands him a blowtorch that he was stashing there. Kemp winks at him and takes it back into the ring. He lights the torch and holds it up in one hand and the mask in the other.
Kyle Kemp: You all wanna see if masks burn?
Without warning, Teo explodes from the back, running full speed towards the ring! He slides under the ropes and stands up, while Kyle Kemp slowly backs up, holding the flames barely inches from the mask.
Kyle Kemp: Whoa whoa there cowboy! Let’s not do anything hasty! I’d hate to see what happens if my hand were to slip.
Teo glares furiously at Kemp, his hands clenching angrily into fists over and over, but he stands his ground, unable to advance.
Kyle Kemp: I was hoping you’d come, Mr. Sol. You see, I actually was getting kind of thirsty. Tell you what, why don’t you get me something to drink?
Kyle gestures with his head towards the announcer’s desk, where the announcers have several bottles of water stashed.
Wavedigger: He better not think about taking mine.
Teo’s lip curls into a snarl as he stares at the smirking Kyle Kemp, but he acquiesces, slowly stepping out of the ring and walking over the announce table, where Freddy offers him one of the water bottles.
Wavedigger: That’s coming out of your paycheck, Freddy.
Zach Wavis: Not now, ‘digger.
Teo turns back towards the ring and begins walking up the steps.
Kyle Kemp: This is the part where you throw the water on the torch, right?
Teo stops dead, staring at Kemp.
Kyle Kemp: Yeah, you’d better stay right there. See, I just wanted to test something out, and you’ve shown me exactly what I need to know. Don’t worry, your mask will be safe…for now. But only if you walk back up that ramp.
Teo, the look of fury barely describable in his eyes, turns and slowly leaves the ring as Kyle Kemp laughs arrogantly. Teo makes it about halfway up before Kemp holds up the microphone again.
Kyle Kemp: Oh, and before you go, these fans look thirsty, why don’t you pour that bottle on one of their heads?
Teo stops and looks at Kyle in outrage, but Kyle simply holds up the mask threateningly. Teo stares down at the floor for a few moments, but looks over to see one fan removing his baseball cap to expose a bald head and saying “go ahead man”. Teo, with a pained look, removes the cap and empties the bottle over the fans head, who holds his arms up excitedly as his friends and family take pictures.
Kyle Kemp: Not bad, Teo, not bad. Alright, get out of here, I’ve had my fun.
Teo turns and apologizes to the fan briefly, who pats him on the shoulder and gives him a thumbs up as he turns and walks to the back.
Zach Wavis: Did you see that? Teo did everything Kemp asked!
Freddy Bro: He didn’t look happy about it though.
Wavedigger: Happy? Who cares! Kemp has a bargaining chip most people would only dream of! Teo has to do anything he asks, Freddy!
The audience boos the grinning Kemp as Slam cuts to a commercial.
Zach Wavis: We’ve got a great singles match coming up to break the tedium of these Championship Match ups.
Wavedigger: Both of these guys could be thrown into any title match and it would make sense.
Freddy Bro: Whoa, G? You just said something nice about someone.
Wavedigger: I’ll piss in your IV bag after I put you in a coma.
Freddy Bro: AAAAANNNNND there it is.
The lights in the arena begin to flash on and off as 'Orion' by Metallica begins playing on the Jumbo tron. Night Rider steps out from behind the curtain as Pyrotechnics explode up and down the ramp. He pulls a microphone out of his jacket and begins speaking.
Child's Voice: He watches his flock..
The opening notes of "Symphony of Destruction (Extended Gristle Mix)" by Megadeth 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 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.
Wavedigger: Let’s take it to Kyle Steele for the introductions.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first… ADAM YOUNG!
Kyle Steel: And his opponent… NIGHT RIDER
Zach Wavis: The bell rings and the crowd does not seem to be into it. They are booing these two men out of the ring. But the reaction doesn’t seem to faze them as they lock up.
Adam Young gains the advantage and puts Night Rider in a headlock. Night rider lifts up Young and delivers a suplex. Young smashes hard into the mat but doesn’t let go of the headlock. He wrenches it in even harder. Night Rider struggle to release himself from the hold but to no avail.
Freddy Bro: That nicca got that shit locked in!
Wavedigger: I’ve never seen a man lock in a headlock that tight before. Say what you want about Adam Young, but he has his basics down better than anyone in the fed.
The crowd continues to boo merely watching a man in a headlock for nearly 3 minutes.
Eventually Night Rider gets back to his feet. He delivers punches to the kidney of Adam Young who shrugs off the blows and cinches in the headlock even tighter. Night Rider runs full speed with Young into the turnbuckles but Young STILL holds onto the headlock.
Zach Wavis: Adam Young is maintaining this hold and eventually it’s going to wear down the big man.
Freddy Bro: That nicca has a lot more energy left than you think, Wavis.
Night Rider tries to pry away the hands of Adam Young who cinches in the hold refusing to relinquish even the slightest bit, and it does appear that Night rider is losing speed. A few more blows to the kidneys seem to do nothing. Night Rider drops to one knee and Adam Young gets on his tip toes to really wrench in this headlock tighter.
The crowd begins to quiet down seemingly paying closer attention.
Zach Wavis: Young has had this hold on now for about 5 minutes. He’s slowly making it harder and harder for Night Rider to breathe and finally he is down to the ground. Adam Young has a look of determination and frustration on his face, he really wants to do damage and he is doing just that.
The referee drops to the mat and checks on Night Rider. HE lifts up the big man’s arm and it drops to the mat. The crowd cheers.
Zach Wavis: 2 more times and Night Rider will have lost this match.
The referee drops down again and lifts up Night Rider’s limp hand and it immediately drops hard to the mat.
Zach Wavis: Night Rider seems to be out on his feet. Is it possible that Adam Young could defeat Night Rider with a Headlock?
The referee drops down again and raises Night Rider’s hand once more. He holds it up in the air and the crowd begins to stir wildly.
Wavedigger: My man, Adam Young may win this match in Epic Fashion! In all my years I’ve never seen anything like it!
The referee drops Night Rider’s hand and…
Zach Wavis: NO! Nightrider keeps it up and he’s getting to his feet. He’s summoning the strength of the Night and he’s lifted Adam Young off his feet!
Night Rider lifts Adam Young like he’s going for another suplex. But instead he walks over to the rope and tosses himself over the top rope along with Adam Young. Both men fall to the ground in a crumbled mess.
BUT ADAM YOUNG MAINTAINS THE HEADLOCK!
Crowd: THIS IS WRESTLING (CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP)
Zach Wavis: Ladies and Gentlemen at home, the crowd here in Philadelphia was animatedly against this match when it started yet Adam Young has gotten over with the harsh Philly crowd with a simple headlock. This is indeed wrestling, folks.
Even though they’re on the ground Adam Young maintains the hold. The referee begins to count slowly as the men lay outside.
Night Rider gets to his feet again with Adam Young still holding tight. HE runs forward and Smashes Adam Young into the ring apron, he still doesn’t let go.
HE crashes Adam Young into the apron again… and again, Still Young refuses to let go of the hold.
Finally Night Rider slides under the bottom rope, dragging Adam Young along for the ride like a rag doll, but instead of getting up he rolls over and pins Young’s shoulders on the mat. The referee is in perfect position.
Young rolls over and stops the pin, but only momentarily as Night Rider gets him in perfect position again.
Young rolls over again just momentarily as Night Rider pins him to the ground again but bridges this time, quite athletically for a big man.
Young kicks out, and finally relinquishes the hold to a huge pop from the crowd.
Zach Wavis: Nearly 10 minutes has gone by in the match with Night Rider hunched over in a headlock the whole time, that type of position has to do damage on a man that big.
Both men slowly get to their feet and Night Rider kicks Young in the gut and lands a flying cutter shortly after.
Freddy Bro: End of times, motha fucka! This one is ova!
The referee drops for the pin.
Both men lay on the ground wiped out from the match.
Zach Wavis: Night Rider is just trying to get oxygen back to his brain as Young desperately tries to regain his composure after that devastating cutter.
Freddy Bro: Neither man can get up!
Wavedigger: They gave each other their all..
Zach Wavis: Whoever gets up first is gonna be the winner!
The bell sounds.
Freddy Bro: That's it! We've got to consider this match a draw!
Both Night Rider and Adam Young were nearly up after a hell of a match, but both collapse after hearing the bell.
Zach Wavis: You've got to know the fight isn't over after this! Not between these two!
Row upon row of cars fill the parking lot behind Philly's Wells Fargo Arena. The last rays of crepuscular light cast weird shadows across the pitted asphalt. Something rattles the chain-link fence that wraps around the lot; a chill air stirs the dried grasses poking through cracks in the pavement. A soft susurration picks up, like cicadas in the summertime, and is borne aloft on the biting wind. Loose gravel rattles along the ground, kicked up by the passage of a lone woman hurrying toward the arena. Her gaze pans from side to side as she goes, searching the growing darkness for the danger she can sense.
The cicada sound grows louder, discernible now as audible clicking. Somewhere nearby, a low groan can be heard. Another rustle in the grass is followed by a long, slow hiss. In the suburbs some distance from the arena, dogs begin barking in earnest. Bonnie Blue draws to a halt as a moan of ecstatic lust -- or carnal terror -- joins the orchestra nocturne. A bulky shadow looms behind her, seeming to reach for her, something like bat wings spread wide...
Headlights from a passing truck illuminate a tarp blown partially free of its moorings on the back of a semi. And at that moment, all the sounds stop, save for the traffic moving along the streets. With a sigh of relief, Bonnie starts toward the building again. Then she stops. A single footstep seems to echo through the unnatural quiet, followed by another. Bonnie turns to see a figure, slightly hunched, face hidden beneath a cowl, moving toward her with an unsteady, shuffling gait. Her first instinct is to haul ass, but something familiar about the figure makes her stay. Beneath the glow of one of the few working lights, the hood is cast back. Bonnie gasps.
Bonnie Blue: AJ? What the hell?
AJ looks back at Bonnie, a shadow on his face, dark and sinister, his eyes like fire. His gaunt face twisted in anger as he shuffles toward her with a sinister purpose.
Bonnie Blue: AJ?
She's more guarded now, setting herself into fighting stance while smoothly and slowly picking up anything nearby that can be construed as a weapon, a nice piece of heavy wood she notices, that'll do.
Bonnie Blue: Don't come any closer!
AJ ignores this and carries on shambling toward her, moaning and now hissing, an other worldly hiss, like a million snakes in chorus, building up to a crescendo of noise. His head tilts to the right as he reaches out for Bonnie's throat.
Jenson lunges forward in a sudden burst of speed and momentum, almost catching Bonnie off guard. She deftly manages to dodge his clumsy advance and cracks him over the head with the wood, shattering it into pieces. He moans and crumples to the floor. Bonnie warily looks down at AJ, looking him over, eyes firmly fixed on the body, a face full of concern. Another groan comes from the floor near her feet, this time it sounded much more human.
AJ: Oooooow! What just ran over me?
He sounds croaky, and confused. As if he's just come down from a massive high and is massively hung over. He looks up at her, squinting and trying to keep his brain in his cranium through the method of pressing his hands against his temples while lying on the floor.
Tossing aside the remnant of wood, Bonnie gives Jenson the once-over; he seems sane enough, so she reaches for his hand and helps him up.
Bonnie Blue: Wanna tell me what that was all about? You went kinda berserk... Get hold of a bad health potion, or somethin'?
Jenson gives her a look of supreme befuddlement. He scratches his head, trying to think through the pounding in his brain.
AJ: I... don't know...
Bonnie Blue: I mean, I expect this kinda shenanigans from Oblivion, but --
Suddenly, there is a great commotion as every bird in the area lifts into the twilight sky, panicked voices melding into a cacophany. Bonnie and AJ look around, quarrel temprorarily forgotten. AJ points at the ground, indicating a number of rodent carcasses, broken and headless. Leading away from them is a trail of very large, bloody footprints that disappear behind a half rusted van.
Bonnie Blue: Maybe we better continue this discussion inside.
Slam fades to commercial as the two hasten into the arena.
Destruction by Bruce Faulconer blasts 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: From Washington DC...weighing in at 220lbs... 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.
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.
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: Making his way into the ring, weighing in at 237lbs, he hails from Los Angeles, California...The Real Deal Raymond Hatcher!
Hatcher heads to his corner and begins disrobing.
Zach Wavis: These are three men that, honestly, could've been placed into any Championship match tonight. You've got to think that each one of them is probably slightly grumpy they weren't, but they also know there are Championship opportunities up for grabs at One.
The bell sounds. Legion runs at Occulo and Occulo catches him in a Powerslam! He gets back up and Hatcher runs at him next, Occulo hits him with a Powerslam too!
Freddy Bro: Those were two huge dudes! Amazing feat by Occulo!
Occulo follows up by kicking Legion out of the ring. Hatcher is able to grapple him from behind and hit a German Suplex!, into a bridge pin!
No!, Occulo kicks out. Hatcher gets to his feet as Occulo gets up and gets him in a Half Nelson before lifting him with a Backbreaker. Before he can go for another pin, Legion enters the ring and spins Hatcher around. He grabs Hatcher by the throat and goes to lift him, but Hatcher makes himself dead weight before kicking Legion away. Legion runs at Hatcher and Hatcher hits an Arm Drag. Legion gets back up and Hatcher executes a Shin Breaker before backing up a few steps and running at Legion, hitting a knee drop to the face. He goes for a pin.
No!, broken up by Occulo! Occulo lifts Hatcher up and slips into a Sleeperhold.
Crowd: LET'S GO HATCHER!
Crowd: LET'S GO HATCHER!
Legion is up and he grabs Occulo from behind. He hits a Half Nelson Suplex! Occulo rolls out as Hatcher runs at Legion. Legion hits him with an elbow before spinning him around and locking him in for a Sambo Suplex. Hatcher elbows his way out of it and hits a series of knife edge chops before Legion rushes him. Hatcher executes a Kneeling Fireman's Carry and then locks in Rear Chinlock.
Zach Wavis: This man will wear you down, Freddy. He'll wear you down until you're easy pickings.
Occulo is back in the ring, however, and pulls Hatcher in. He goes for a Swinging DDT, breaking up the hold, but Hatcher jabs him away. Hatcher hits him with a Double Underhook Suplex!, onto the body of Legion. Hatcher pulls him in and pins him.
No!, Occulo kicks out. Hatcher picks him up and instead of tossing him out of the ring, tosses him headfirst into the turnbuckle.
Freddy Bro: Oof!
Hatcher then runs at Occulo at Chop Blocks him. Hatcher grabs his leg and Occulo desparately kicks him away. Hatcher is kicked into the waiting hand of Legion, who grabs his throat and lifts him up with a Chokeslam!
Wavedigger: What strength! Out of nowhere!
Legion drops down and pins Hatcher.
No!, broken up by Occulo. Legion stumbles up and Occulo grabs him.
Zach Wavis: Belly to Back Suplex!
Occulo goes for the pin now!
No!, Hatcher dives and breaks it up.
Freddy Bro: What a back and forth matchup we've had!
Hatcher lifts Occulo and grabs him for a Dragon Suplex!, executing it, without going for the pin. He gets back up and ducks a pin from Legion before hitting him with a Missile Dropkick.
Wavedigger: Hatcher climbing to the top now, this is rare for him...
Legion gets to his feet as Hatcher reaches the top; Raymond jumps.
Zach Wavis: MISSILE DROPKICK!
Hatcher goes for the pin!
NO!, broken up by Occulo! Hatcher gets to his feet and Occulo runs at him but Hatcher ducks that, kicks Occulo in the gut and lifts him-
Freddy Bro: BRAINBUSTER!
NO!, Occulo shifts his weight and lands behind Hatcher. Hatcher turns and Occulo delivers an elbow straight to his throat!
Wavedigger: OESOPHAGUS BUREAU! He hits it!
Hatcher rolls out as Occulo turns towards Legion. He grabs him...
Zach Wavis: THE EPITOME! EPITOME APPLIED!
The crowd roars....
Freddy Bro: IS LEGION GOING TO TAP!?
He has no choice.
Wavedigger: OCCULO WINS IT!
The bell sounds!
Zach Wavis: What a contest! Occulo walks away with the victory here tonight!
Occulo's music hits and he gets to his feet, getting his arm raised.
Freddy Bro: As we said earlier, anyone in this match could've been in a Title match here tonight - and Occulo took a step towards getting one in the future.
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 Wavis: Rarely do we have Cruiserweight Title defenses, but it seems the #beachkrew have demanded it here tonight.
All of the lights in the arena drop as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold hits the arena speakers. The crowd immediately bursts into boos of the most hated variety as a spotlight shines on the stage. Minutes pass until Jayson Price emerges from the back, taking his time as he soaks in the hatred from the crowd. Chants of "Fuck You Price" and "Die Price Die" start up as Price gestures to the crowd to get even louder.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and weighing in tonight at 220 pounds, he is the longest reigning WCF Cruiserweight Champion in WCF history and the only man to win 9 different titles in WCF history...JAYSON PRICE!
Price finally begins the walk down the ramp toward the ring, moving slowly to anger the crowd even more. At times he stops to egg on a random fan, daring him to hop the barricade. Sometimes he'll grab a bag of popcorn or a beer from a fan before dumping it on the ramp, remarking how poor they are and how that food probably cost half their paycheck. Finally Price rolls in under the bottom rope and heads for his corner where he'll stay until the start of the match.
Wavedigger: We'll see Torture defend his Fartcore Title later tonight. But now, can Price defend a belt that #beachkrew didn't even think was important enough to try to fight for? Let's see.
Price glares at Patrilli until a familiar voice rings throughout the arena.
Distracted by the video, Price is rollen up from behind by Patrilli!
Zach Wavis: NO! Price escapes it right before the three count!
Freddy Bro: That was SO CLOSE - Price was too worked up and almost didn't catch his wits in time to kick out!
Both men to their feet, Patrilli runs right into a boot from Price. Price angrily hits him with The Downfall before pinning him.
Wavedigger: A Cruiserweight Title match without a single high flying move. Fantastic.
The fans boo like crazy as they wanted some fast placed indy flip flopping shit. Price flips them off and stomps angrily to the back.
Zach Wavis: Despite the lyrics to the song, I'd rate that dick troll a 10/10.
Wavedigger: I've been in the ring with both Torture and Jay Price, and there is no better big match wrestler than Torture... but there's no better pissed off wrestler than Jayson Price. Honestly? I have no idea what happens when they collide.
Bad News Benson stomps down to the ring without any music.
"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: McMorris is, without a doubt, the greatest Internet Champion that we've ever seen. He's been competing in hardcore matches week in and week out, and he's got to be hurting - this could be Bad News Benson's chance at history!
Bad News Benson runs at McMorris and goes for a Big Boot, but McMorris ducks it. He hits Benson with a Big Boot of his own! Bad News stumbles back and McMorris runs at him and Clotheslines him over the top.
Freddy Bro: This match is spilling to the outside nice and quick!
Bad News stumbles up and Zombie McMorris executes a Suicide Dive! Bad News hits the guardrail as McMorris crashes into him. McMorris gets to his feet and roars as Bad News stumbles up as well.
Wavedigger: No matter which way you look at it, Bad News Benson doesn't need anything except the body he was born with - he's impossible to keep down.
Bad News Benson roars towards McMorris, and McMorris goes to lift him up - but he can't, Benson is too big. With McMorris having hurt his back Benson is able to irish whip him into the guardrail. McMorris stumbles forward and Benson hits another irish whip, using all of his strength to send McMorris crashing into the stairs.
Freddy Bro: Anything goes!
McMorris rolls away towards the announce table, where there is, conveniently, a chair propped up with no one sitting in it. McMorris picks it up and chucks it at Benson's head! Benson is hit square in the face. He's stunned enough to give McMorris time to pick the chair up and swing it at Benson, cracking him across the skull! McMorris slides the chair into the ring before clubbing Benson in the head and sliding him in as well.
Zach Wavis: Back in the ring, but we've got a chair involved!
Benson is already up as McMorris slides in and grabs the chair. McMorris swings for the fences yet again but Benson ducks it this time and Big Boots the chair into McMorris' face!
Benson drops and pins McMorris.
No!, McMorris kicks out.
Benson picks the chair up and places it in between the top and second ropes. He picks McMorris up to throw him into it - but McMorris reverses the throw and sends Benson headfirst into the chair instead!
Zach Wavis: OUCH. Metal straight to the skull. No matter how big you are, that's gonna take a toll.
The chair falls onto the mat as Benson stumbles away. McMorris hits him with a kick to the gut for good measure, doubling him over before HITTING THE AXE WOUND!
Freddy Bro: INTO THE PIN!
Wavedigger: McMorris retains!
The bell sounds as McMorris gets to his feet. He's handed his Internet Title, which he raises high in the air.
Zach Wavis: Zombie McMorris wins this hardcore match! It doesn't get much more hardcore than a coked up undead wrestler if I do say so myself.
McMorris drops to the mat and rolls out, heading to the back.
The giant screen changes to Benjamin Atreyu sitting in a chair in front of the WCF logo with "Via Satellite" in the bottom right hand corner.
Benjamin Atreyu: Ladies and gentlemen, many of you might currently be wondering about my recent absence from many WCF related events like last weeks Beachmania and subsequent Slam.
Benjamin pauses for a moment as he adjusts his tie, giving himself a moment before he continues.
Benjamin Atreyu: Well, as I'm sure you all saw just a few weeks ago. A member of the Wrestling Championship Federation roster took it upon himself to bring harm to my person, leaving me injured and bruised. Mow, while none of the injuries were serious, it has left me worried about my well being in the company.
Benjamin takes a deep breath, steadying himself. The crowd cheers during the pause, praising the attack on him.
Benjamin Atreyu: In a place where a talent can just come up and attack any innocent staff member he chooses, I feel the atmosphere is far too hostile for me to attend any WCF related events for the foreseeable future. That is why, from now until further notice, all my business will be handled at a distance, which is why, unfortunately, I cannot be there tonight.
The crowd cheers once more and Benjamin pauses until they quiet down once more.
Benjamin Atreyu: To any wrestler who wishes to see out my services, you have my contacts, feel free to use them at your own discretion.
Benjamin pauses once more, letting out a sigh, looking at the ground for a moment before turning his gaze back to the camera.
Benjamin Atreyu: Before I depart, I would like to give a quick message to not only the roster, but to #TeamWCFGalaxy. Despite the fact that I was brutally attacked, despite the fact that Vengeance has show great interest in getting me back into the ring and has made it clear he will stop at nothing to do so, I want it known that I will not retaliate, I will not seek revenge, and I have no plans of ever bringing harm to any roster member in this company. I am a reasonable man with patience and a professional demeanor, which is what puts me above all that. Vengeance and many other wrestlers may solve their problems through violence and mind games, I am a staff member of this great company, and I will compose myself with dignity and respect. The only punishment that will come Vengeance's way will be that of a corporate variety; a week of team building exercises and a hefty fine. Thank you all for your time, feel free to enjoy the rest of the show.
The screen fades to black.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Television Championship!
The music that plays after one dies in Mario breaks out over the PA system, followed by the opening track of "Game Over" by Lil' Flip as La Gama Blanca of all people steps out on the stage, his little fists held high; when he drops them to his side, white and green fireworks shoot up around him, filling the air with a green haze that hangs while he makes his way down to the ring. Using the steps to climb onto the apron, Gama scales onto the nearest turnbuckle as the chorus hits, pumping his fists along with each chant of the name Flip. On the final one, unsurprisingly, he flips off the top to land in the center of the ring, as "Game Over" is uttered one final time before silence takes over. La Gama Blanca moves to his corner following that to await the start of the match.
Zach Wavis: You know, I gotta admit, I like this guy’s energy! He’s only been here a short while, but he has definitely put on a show for the fans.
Wavedigger: Psssht, like that’s going to be enough to overcome the Sea-V champion Zach. Dustin Has got this.
The cheers erupt into boos as Dustin Beaver’s music echoes throughout the crowded arena. The Sea-V champion walks out, holding the belt high over his head with a cocky but perfect smile.
Freddy Bro: Speaking of our champion, there he is! Dustin Beaver is in the building.
Wavedigger: Insightful as always Freddy.
A spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light, points to the crowd on the left and then to the crowd on the right. He then points with both hands at the opponent in the ring, he looks and walks straight ahead, scowling at the opponent.
Zach Wavis: Beaver does not look happy with his opponent for the evening.
Wavedigger: Maybe he considers La Gama…Beneath him.
Freddy Bro: Come on, Digger, that’s cold.
Wavedigger: Don’t get short with me Freddy!
Zach Wavis: Someone ring the bell before Wavedigger gets us any more angry letters.
The referee holds the belt over his head to signify the start of a title match and calls for the bell. Dustin looks across the ring at his opponent with a look of arrogant disbelief. He places his hand on his head and then holds his other hand at La Gama Blanca’s height, before letting out a piercing laugh.
Dustin walks across the ring, holding his hand out to La Gama Blanca like a child, offering a friendly handshake-
And La Gama Blanca takes advantage, grabbing Beaver’s outstretched arm into a flying arm drag! Beaver’s condescending face turns into a look of surprise as he crashes head over heels into the corner!
Freddy Bro: What athleticism from La Gama Blanca! Beaver needs to take this opponent more seriously if he wants to keep his title!
Beaver tries to make his way to his feet, but La Gama Blanca runs forward, connecting with a flying headscissor! He keeps his legs wrapped around Beaver’s head, spinning around and around before finally using the momentum to send Beaver to the other side of the ring with a crash!
Zach Wavis: Serious pressure early from the challenger! Beaver is in trouble here!
Beaver staggers back to his feet, clearly dizzy from the move as La Gama Blanca runs forward with a flying crossbody!
But Beaver recovers just in time! He catches La Gama Blanca in midair and jumps, using the momentum to land a devastating Powerslam! The momentum causes the move to hit that much harder, and Beaver goes for a pin on the stunned luchador!
No! La Gama Blanca gets his shoulder up! Beaver glares angrily at the ref, holding up three fingers, but the referee waves him off, signifying a two count. Beaver shakes his head impatiently and grabs onto a headlock on his prone opponent, holding La Gama Blanca down on the mat!
La Gama Blanca tries desperately to reach out for the ropes as Dustin cranks down on the move! The referee goes to check on La Gama Blanca, and as he does, Beaver places his foot on the middle rope, using it to exert that much more pressure! The referee, checking the helpless luchador, fails to notice!
Zach Wavis: Oh come on ref! Turn around!
Beaver keeps his foot on the rope just long enough to apply serious pressure, but manages to remove it before the ref notices! La Gama Blanca, trapped helplessly in the hold, begins to go limp! The referee, with little choice, picks up his arm…
It falls once as the crowd boos Dustin’s cowardly tactics.
The ref lifts it again…
And it falls once more as Beaver cranks down for the las time.
The ref lifts it again…
But it doesn’t fall! La Gama Blanca, through sheer force of will, has managed to stay in the match! Beaver stares at his opponent in disbelief, but Gama Blanca’s hand has begun shaking, and he begins crawling towards the rope! Beaver tries desperately to hold on, but every moment La Gama Blanca inches closer and closer, his hand outstretched…
Freddy Bro: Come on, you can do it!
Wavedigger: There’s no way, pull him back Dustin!
Dustin yanks as hard as he can, trying to pull his opponent back to the center of the ring...
But he is unable to maintain control, La Gama Blanca pushes desperately towards the bottom rope…
And he makes it! He grabs onto the bottom rope! The ref begins counting for Beaver to release the hold, and at four and a half, Dustin has no choice and lets go. He runs his hand through his hair in frustration and stares in disbelief at the luchador clinging desperately to the bottom rope, but he bends over, waiting for his opponent to get back to his feet…
Zach Wavis: What’s Beaver thinking here?
La Gama Blanca manages to push through the pain, pulling himself up with the second rope…
But Beaver goes for a superkick before he can make it to his feet!
But no! By luck or skill, or maybe both, La Gama Blanca manages to grab Beaver’s leg, pulling it through the rope! Beaver is carried by his momentum and momentarily tangled, and La Gama Blanca takes advantage, springing over the top rope and catching Beaver with a hangman! Beaver clutches at his throat as La Gama Blanca quickly capitalizes…
La Gama Blanca makes his way to the top rope, measuring his opponent carefully. Dustin, still reeling from the hangman, slowly makes his way to his feet, and La Gama Blanca prepares to go for the Fuera Blanco…
But no! Beaver at the very last second runs into the ropes, shaking the turnbuckle! La Gama Blanca loses his balance and crashes into the turnbuckle, barely hanging on!
Zach Wavis: Wow! What quick thinking from the champion!
Wavedigger: I don’t think he’s done yet!
Beaver quickly approaches his helpless opponent, grabbing him into a pedigree position…
Freddy Bro: I think it’s time!
Beaver jumps from the top turnbuckle, hitting a Bass Drop! La Gama Blanca is driven down into the mat all the way from the top rope as “The Beavs” grabs a cover!
DING! DING! DING!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and Still! WCF TV-
Kyle Steel: Champion, Dustin Beaver!!
Dustin rolls out of the ring, grabbing the title and retreating up the ramp. He taunts La Gama Blanca, but his face reveals he’s happy to be out of the ring.
Zach Wavis: A lot of heart shown here by the challenger, but Beaver was just too much for him!
Freddy Bro: I get the feeling we haven’t seen the last of La Gama Blanca.
The show cuts to a commercial as La Gama Blanca rolls out of the ring.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is set for one fall and will be for your WCF People’s Champion. Introducing first . . .
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.
Zach Wavis: This new mindset of Caliban has seemed to be working. Definitely his biggest match since donning the mask.
The lights go out in the arena Vengeance appears on the titantron in red and black letters as pyros go off on the stage then red and white strobe lights flash on the entrance ramp aand red lights fill the arena the Vengeful one by disturbed starts as Vengeance slowly makes his way down to the ring as he approachs the ring he stops and looks in the ring before making his way to the ring steps. Vengeance slowly climbs the ring steps entering the ring through the second rope he walks to the center of the ring. Vengeance stops in the center of the ring the arena lights go out as a single red light shines over Vengeance stands there looking at the camera the arena lights slowly turn on.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at three hundred and twenty five pounds, he is VENGEANCE!
Freddy Bro: We cannot overlook this man either, not that you can physically could. Vengeance has been on a tear as well since he returned to the WCF.
Kyle Steel: And finally, your WCF People’s Champion . . .
The Screen Suddenly cuts to a news desk, where a very serious News Anchor shuffles his papers impatiently. After a few moments he turns towards the camera.
"Good Evening Ladies and Gentlemen, we Interrupt your regularly scheduled program to bring you the following important broadcast..."
The News Anchor falls silent as the opening riff to "Kickstart my Heart" suddenly blares. The Screen crashes to static before bringing up the view of the entrance ramp, which is engulfed with a burst of Pyro as Teo del Sol, His trademark white Jacket and white mask shining like the sun itself, steps through the curtain. The corner of the screen bears his wrestling mask with the logo TEO TV emblazoned across it, and he holds one hand high over his head, with a camera in the other. The feed then cuts to a live broadcast from the camera, encompassing the screaming fans all around the arena, waving as they appear not only on the TV screen, but on the large 'Tron above Teo. He begins walking down the ramp, reaching out to shake fans hands and sign autographs, though a little more cautiously than usual, all seen from the viewpoint of the camera, at last he makes it to the ring and the view cuts back to the regular feed.
The audience goes wild as he steps through the ropes, taking a deep bow, before running into the corner to raise his hands victoriously! He claps his hands in gratitude, applauding the audience that applauds him, and rolls with a quick backflip, 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 He removes the jacket and hands it to one of the ring crew before settling into his corner, bouncing back and forth in anticipation. He passes the People’s Title to the referee next, as he stands there waiting for the match to begin.
Wavedigger: He’s . . . He’s white. I feel so betrayed.
Zach Wavis: For those of you unaware, Kyle Kemp stole Teo del Sol’s mask at XIII last week, preventing him from wrestling with it tonight.
Freddy Bro: You think being a champion, he’d have enough money to buy a new mask.
Kyle Steel: From Houston, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds, he is Teo del SOL!
The three competitors stare each other down as the referee holds up the People’s Title for all to see. Handing it off, he looks at the three competitors before calling for the bell to start this encounter.
DING DING DING
Vengeance slowly steps into the center of the ring, looking left at Punkin, right at Teo. He’s well aware of how this match was to begin and embraces it beckoning the pair forth to begin the assault. Punkin is the first to rush forward, throwing kicks at the thick leg of the big man. With a single hand, Vengeance shoves Punkin away from a moment before Teo comes in from behind, kicking hard at the other leg while he was distracted. Turning to face Teo, Vengeance grabs him by the throat as Punkin continues the assault. With Teo caught, Vengeance reaches out and grabs Punkin by the throat as well. He heaves them both up in a double chokeslam but they both lash out with kicks to the side of the head forcing the big man to drop them both.
Zach Wavis: Vengeance with an early target on his back.
Kicking the big man in his gut to double him over, Punkin and Teo both shoot the ropes together, rebounding in the direction of Vengeance. Punkin stops in his tracks, though, allowing Teo to attempt a solo Sunset Flip that is countered into a back body drop from Vengeance, sending Teo crashing and burning. Punkin finds himself behind the recovered Vengeance, allowing him to strike out with a leaping bulldog that sends Vengeance crashing to the mat followed up with the first pinfall of the night.
Freddy Bro: Vengeance still has a lot of fight left.
Practically throwing Punkin off of him, Vengeance is quick to push himself to his feet as Punkin does so as well. Shooting the ropes, Punkin comes rebounding in with a dropkick aimed for Vengeance’s head, but the big man sidesteps and uses his hands to just shove the airborne masked man to the mat. Following up with a leg drop, he transitions into a pin attempt of his own.
Wavedigger: Do they honestly think these early pin attempts are going to do anything.
Vengeance rolls onto his knees, immediately eating a sharp kick to the head from Teo del Sol who found his own feet. Grabbing the former Hardcore Champ by the hair, he somehow whips the big man into the ropes, but Vengeance stops his momentum by grabbing onto them. Teo expected this, though, following immediately after the big man, vaulting over him and latching onto his head as he lands in the skinning the cat position.
Freddy Bro: We saw Teo do this against Jonny Fly when he won the Television Championship! What an impressive feat of strength.
And just like two months ago, Teo del Sol begins to pull himself back into the ring with only Vengeance’s neck holding him up. What wasn’t in the ring last time, though, was the high flying Punkin, who leaps and spears Teo del Sol when he is fully vertical in the handstand, sending them both crashing to the outside!
Zach Wavis: Holy Crap, that was impressive.
Vengeance rubs at his neck as Teo and Punkin lay writhing on the outside of the ring, taking his sweet time to climb to the outside. Punkin is the first to reach his feet, but Vengeance nails him with a heavy forearm, stunning him long enough to whip him into the steel steps; Punkin hits the steps at the knees, flipping over and crashing hard onto the concrete. With him out of the way, Vengeance grabs Teo by the hair and rolls him into the ring, climbing in behind him. He wastes little time to pull Teo up and hoisting him into a sidewalk slam that quickly becomes a pin fall.
Vengeance doesn’t look too upset by the two count, rising to his feet as Punkin still lays on the outside. Pulling Teo to his feet, Vengeance throws the champ into the powerbomb position before heaving him up.
Zach Wavis: Vengeance looking for the Last Rites.
But the champ counters into a hurricanrana, throwing the big man to the mat! Teo kips to his feet as Vengeance quickly finds his feet. Leaping high, Teo lands on Vengeance’s shoulders once more, throwing him back down with a second hurricanrana. Again they’re on their feet, this time Vengeance whipping Teo into the ropes. The champ leaps, though, into a handstand, bouncing back into the wheelbarrow position. Then, rolling forward, Teo goes between Vengeance’s legs, sweeping the big man down and locking into an ankle lock with a leg grapevine.
Freddy Bro: A rarely seen submission from the champ after his usual flashy style.
Vengeance tries to claw his way to the ropes with Teo trying to weigh him down as much as possible, but neither get a chance to one up the other as Punkin finds himself on the apron. Pulling against the ropes, Punkin breaks the submission with a shooting star press that gets a decent pop from the crowd.
Zach Wavis: All men giving their all for the chance to be called champion.
Punkin pulls Teo del Sol to his feet, only to eat a heavy uppercut from the champ. Then it was his turn to be whipped into the ropes, Teo following close behind. The Irish lad had a trick or two up his sleeve as well, though; leaping into the ropes, Punkin lands on the middle ropes, leaping back into the charging Teo and spiking his head to the mat with a huge Ace Crusher!
Wavedigger: I swear, these masks give these men superhuman ability.
A pinfall follows.
Vengeance wasn’t going to let these little guys take the victory, practically pulling Punkin off of Teo del Sol into a gutwrench position. Stepping into the center of the ring, he throws Punkin backwards with the suplex. But Punkin lands on his feet! Charging back at Vengeance, he leaps high to land in the hurricanrana position, but Vengeance had smartened up as the match went on. Grabbing ahold of Punkin, he spikes him to the mat with the huge sit-out jackknife powerbomb.
Freddy Bro: Last Rites!
Before the referee can even begin the three count, though, Teo del Sol comes flying in with his spinning back kick!
Zach Wavis: Habanero Hurricane! And Vengeance has rolled onto the outside.
Indeed, it was only a stunned Punkin and a rejuvenated Teo del Sol inside the ring. With the fans cheering him on, Teo forgoes the pin attempt and climbs onto the apron.
Freddy Bro: Teo looking to secure the victory.
Wavedigger: But Vengeance has found his feet on the outside. He’s moving towards Teo . . . wait, someone has vaulted the barricade.
Zach Wavis: That isn’t just someone: That’s Benjamin Atreyu! Ooh, Spear!
Indeed, the former United States champion comes flying in, spearing Vengeance to the concrete the very moment Teo launches into the springboard. From apron to turnbuckle, turnbuckle into a huge body splash that lands perfectly on the downed Punkin.
Zach Wavis: And the Habanero High Dive! Pinfall to follow.
Kyle Steel: This match is for one fall, and is for the WCF TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS
“Doctor Who Meets Metal” hits the PA as smoke covers the stage; 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.
Kyle Steel: The challenger, from unknown, BONNIE BLUEEEE!
Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. Then, she 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.
Zach Wavis: Well, this is gonna be one hell of a match for the Tag Team titles.
Kyle Steel: And her partner…
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Master Ryushi emerge on the stage.
Kyle Steel: From Griffen Georgia, DOC HENNNNNRY!
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.
Freddy Bro: Doc The Cock is in the building my friends.
Kyle Steel: And their opponents…
Mysterious Pantheon Theme hits the PA as Jeff Purse and Alex Richards appear on the stage, pandering and whatnot to the crowd.
Kyle Steel: JEFF PURSE AND ALEX RICHARDS, THEY ARE PAAAAANNNNNTTTTTHHHHEEEEEOOOONNNN
Jeff and Alex pander all the way down the ramp and into the ring where they throw their arms in the air to a pop from the crowd. They look Bonnie and Doc up and down.
Wavedigger: Fuck those guys.
Kyle Steel: And the champions…
Riff Raff by Aquaberry begins to play. But the extravagant entrance for the champions is interrupted by Jeff Purse and Bonnie Blue, who have run down the ramp and met BeachKrew halfway down with punches. Alex and Doc Henry shrug, look at each other, and start to brawl in the ring. The bell does sound though, as Alex and Doc were slated to be the first in the match, and the match is underway. Though the ref is trying to get a handle on what is going on in the ring AND on the ramp. BeachKrew gets the luck of the draw on the outside as they get the upper hand on Bonnie and Jeff, and are able to fight them off by running the two into each other. BeachKrew then takes their place in their corner on the apron.
Zach Wavis: BeackKrew got the best of Jeff and Bonnie, but right now in the ring Alex is taking the fight to Doc.
Wavedigger: Did you see how Rabid and Kemp ran Bonnie and Purse into each other? Classic!
Alex knocks down Doc and looks to his corner for a tag, but Jeff is crawling up the steel steps. So smirks and kicks at Doc on the ground a bit. He tags in Kyle Kemp, however, and rolls out of the ring quickly to help Jeff up to the apron. Kemp enters and runs at Doc who is down in the opposite corner, but Doc, with a jolt of energy jumps forward and spears Kemp to the ground. He pins
But Kemp kicks out rather quickly and Doc makes his way to his corner and tags in Bonnie Blue.
Freddy Bro: Here comes Ms. Blue!
She comes in, firing left and rights into Kemp. Kyle quickly drops to the ground and rolls out of the ring. He points to his head, signaling how smart he is…but not that smart as he turns around and Bonnie flys over the top rope and takes Kemp down with a suicide dive. Johhny Rabid drops to the floor and goes to tackle down Bonnie, but is met by Doc who is there brawling with him. Kemp and Bonnie are up now and brawling. Jeff and Alex look at this and nod to each other, then climb in the ring through the middle ropes. Jeff stands on the other side of ring as Alex bends down. Jeff runs, jumps onto Alexs back, who stands up and launces Jeff a couple feet higher, and Jeff twists and comes down hard on the four brawling outside the ring. All five competitors hit the ground. Jeff rolls away and Alex Richards looks to the four others stirring on the ground. The crowd goes wild.
Zach Wavis: Is the big man gonna fly?
Wavedigger: He is too fat.
Freddy Bro: I would like to see it.
Alex slowly climbs up the turnbuckle as Jeff is getting up. The four others are pulling themselves up on each other as Alex reaches the very top. But out of nowhere, Jim Thuggin runs out and jumps on the apron, pulling Alex’s foot from under him. He falls, balls first, on the first turnbuckle and falls in the ring. Jeff sees this and runs after Jim Thuggin, clotheslining him to the ground as Bonnie and Kemp roll back in the ring. Bonnie crawls over to the only man standing on the outside, Jeff. He reaches in for her to tag him…..and she slaps his hand. Jeff comes in and goes after Kemp who is working his way to his feet. Jeff battles Kemp into the corner. He goes opposite ring and runs at Kemp, jumpin in the air, and hitting nothing but turnbuckle because Kemp moved out of the way. Kemp grabs Jeff on the rebound and hits a belly to belly suplex. Jeff splashes down onto the ground. Johnny Rabid is now up in his corner, and Kemp tags him in. Johnny Rabid came in and stomped on Jeff a couple times, as Doc and Alex climb back up to their corners.
Zach Wavis: BeachKrew gaining some momentum.
Wavedigger: Thats HASHTAG Beachkrew
He picks Jeff up and Jeff swings at Rabid, who ducks the swing and grabs Jeff from the back. He drops Jeff down on the other side with one German Suplex, however he does hook the hands around Jeff's waist. Rabid picks Jeff back up and slams Jeff back down with another German Suplex. Struggling a little this time, he picks Jeff back up and drops him on his head again with a third German Suplex. Alex is stomping and screaming on the ledge while Johnny picks Jeff up once again and drops him again on his head, finally releasing Jeff.
Freddy Bro: He got FOUR suplexs on Jeff.
Wavedigger: Here is the end.
Johnny Rabid pins.
But Alex Richards runs in and breaks it up. The ref returns Alex to his corner, as Rabid picks up Jeff and then looks over at Bonnie. He looks her up and down and reaches his hand out for her to tag him in. She reaches to tag but he moves his hand at the last second. Laughing at her, he drops Jeff back to the mat with a ddt and tags in Kemp. Who comes in, talking shit to Alex Richards and watching Jeff Purse. As Purse stirs, Kyle Kemp runs and...
NO!!! Jeff jumped up before he could get punted. Kemp circles a bit, Jeff dashes toward Alex but Kemp clotheslines Jeff to the ground and then begins pounding on him. He runs back and as Jeff is getting up....
Wavedigger: BACK TO THE MINORS! JEFF IS DEAD!!!
Freddy Bro: The PIN!!
THRRRRRRRRRR--NO! Bonnie Blue this time dives in and stops the count. She turns and walks out of the ring to her corner, and Kemp, pissed, smacks her back when she gets on the apron, tagging her in.
Kyle Kemp: DO IT BETTER THAN BITCH!
Zach Wavis: Kemp shouting at Bonnie to do it better.
Freddy Bro: He wants to prove he could beat Jeff better?
Zach Wavis: I don't know.
Kemp goes back to his corner and waits. Bonnie watches him and slowly enters the ring through the second rope. As soon as she is in, however, Doc smacks her ass and tags himself in. Bonnie turns and looks at him and gives him a 'what the fuck' look. Doc shrugs and moves toward Jeff. Bonnie shakes her head and gets out of the ring. He walks to Jeff BUT JEFF OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE SPOKE!! Doc's head snaps back and falls to the ground. Jeff begins crawling toward Alex. Doc is down and out. Alex is reaching out, Jeff is crawling slowly, and Doc is stirring. Doc is pulling himself up the ropes. Alex GETS THE TAG from Jeff and Alex charges Doc. But Doc turns and thinks quick!
Freddy Bro: GAMBLERS HAND!!! ITS OVER!!
Zach Wavis: Damn!
Doc bounces up, but he gets a little too close to BeachKrew's corner. Rabid reaches out and tags himself in and jumps in the ring. He heads toward Alex but Doc comes at him. Bonnie comes in the ring too. Kemp, however, runs forth and double clotheslines Bonnie and Doc out of the ring, also leaving the ring himself. All three of them fall to the ground below, but Kemp rolls away. During all of this, Rabid is watching, and Alex gets up. Rabid turns around...RIGHT INTO THE FINAL ENLIGHTENMENT!!!
Zach Wavis: DAMN!!
Freddy Bro: HE IS PINNING!
Kyle Kemp runs in to break up the pin. He runs up AND PUNTS ALEX IN THE HEAD!!
Wavedigger: OH YEAH!!
Jeff runs out though and its a Spoke on Kemp, sending him out of the ring. Jeff sees that Bonnie is standing on the outside, he runs over, bounces off the ropes, and hits her with a 720 DDT. Rabid has since made his way to his feet, and Doc comes in the ring. He runs toward Doc...
Wavedigger: YES!!! KINGDOM DESTROYER!!! ITS OVER!!!
Zach Wavis: Doc isn't the legal man!
Freddy Bro: The ref doesn't remember, Rabid pins, ref is counting...
BeachKrew retains their titles. The losers roll out of the ring, recoupe and look angry. Rabid helps Kemp in the ring and hands him his belt back. The two throw their hands up in celebration. Pantheon stands on the outside, signaling that BeachKrew won't have the belts for long, but BeachKrew dances around in celebration.
The scene opens on the ring.
Zach Wavis: Slam, Night of Champions is already hot...but now we have a United States Championship match ahead of us!
Freddy Bro: This match is two former brothers in the DRG duking it out for the United States Championship! This one is going to bring the roof down!
Wavedigger: If I have to tell you guys its the Atlantis Championship one more damn time...
“Falling Higher” by Helloween plays throughout the arena as Gemini Battle makes his way through the entrance curtain.
Zach Wavis: Here comes the United States Champion now...and he looks amped up!
Freddy Bro: He has to be...he has probably the toughest defense of his title reign coming up...and he made an enemy tonight in Wade Moor when he refused a shot at the World Championship.
Wavedigger: You know more than anybody that Gemini DOES want a shot at the World Championship, right? He's just playing coy. That's a snake in the grass if I've ever seen one.
The crowd cheers as he accepts the praise of the fans by slapping their hands, but never smiles as he heads to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and slithers like a snake into the corner where he sits in the corner and meditates until it’s time to get up and ready to fight.
As 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. 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 Gemini Battle as Mikey stands and starts fixing his arm bands.
Zach Wavis: Look at them...the animosity these two have towards each other is intense. No less than six months ago, they were brothers. They rode together. The fought together and had success together...how could that change?
Wavedigger: When you put a belt on the line, everything changes. Whatever you had goes out the window on the path to being the top shark in WSeaF. These two have one long night ahead of them...
Before the bell even rings, Mikey is on top of Gemini, beating him into the turnbuckle! The ref calls for the bell as Mikey pops off an elbow, knocking Gemini's head back and sending him reeling. A quick whip into the opposite corner and Mikey flies into him with another elbow pot shot! Mikey does this once more before pulling Gemini into the middle of the ring and dropping him with a stalling suplex. He quickly rolsl over for the pinfall.
Gemini gets a quick shoulder up and kips to his feet. Mikey charges him, but a quick takedown puts Mikey on his stomach and Gemini rolls over with a headlock! A small wrench, but Mikey is able to roll out of it, locking his legs around Gemini's head. Mikey wrenches, but Gem shoves out and they both quickly get to their feet and start trading lefts and rights. Gemini goes for a hard overhand right, but Mikey dodges it and plants his knee into the gut of Gemini and rolls him up for a pin.
Zach Wavis: Gemini kicks out, but that was a close call!
Gemini gets to his feet and is met with a foot to the gut. Mikey whips him into the ropes, but Gemini springs off and catches Mikey with a tornado DDT. He quickly hooks the leg for the pin.
Zach Wavis: Shoulder up from Mikey!
Mikey sits up and shakes off the DDT as Gemini gets to his feet and bounds off the ropes, coming back with a basement dropkick and knocking Mikey back down to the mat. He climbs the turnbuckle, signals, and the crowd pops as he leaps off with a moonsault!
Zach Wavis: HIGH RISK!...
But Mikey brings his knees up at the last minute, knocking the wind out of Gemini's sails. Mikey takes control, lifts Gemini to his feet, and throws him shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Gemini comes back and falls into a seated position in the turnbuckle. Mikey climbs the turnbuckle and hits a pendulum dropkick to the seated Gemini's gut! Gemini rolls out of the corner as Mikey climbs to the top rope and nocks Gemini's signalling as he goes for a moonsault of his own!
Zach Wavis: OH GAWD!!!
Gemini rolls away as Mikey hits the ground to a fat crowd POP! Both men lay on the ground, barely able to move. Gemini starts to sit up, followed by Mikey. A strong right hand from Mikey, but Gemini come back with his own. They start trading hits as they get to their feet, both trying desperately to gain control of the match. Mikey goes for a spinning wheel kick!
Zach Wavis: Whiffer!...
Gemini catches the leg...but Mikey rolls through with an enziguiri!...but Gemini ducks that and dumps Mikey to the outside of the ring into the waiting arms of Freakshow! Freakshow sets Mikey down as Gemini gears up in the ring, bounding off the ropes and flying over the top rope with a suicide dive! Freakshow pushes Mikey out of the way and both he and Gemini go crashing into the announce table!
Crowd: GEMINI! GEMINI! GEMINI! GEMINI! GEMINI!
Gemini stumbles to his feet, but a quick kick from Mikey gives him control. He throws Gemini into the ring and hops on to the apron. He flips over with a leap frog plancha and lands directly on Gemini. He stands up and boots him in the head, gaining complete control of the match.
As Mikey lifts Gemini to his feet, Gemini catches him with an uppercut and Mikey's head snaps back! Gemini comes in with a rush of offense, knocking Mikey to and fro! He hits Mikey with another uppercut, knocking him into the ropes...but Mikey comes blasting back with an X Marks The Spot!...
Zach Wavis: Gemini ducks!...
Gemini grabs Mikey's head!...
Zach Wavis: GODS PARADOX!!!
Freddy Bro: IT'S OVER!
But before Gemini can lock in a pi., Freakshow pops up on the apron, distracting both Gemini amd the referee. The ref is trying like hell to keep the big man down, but Gemini isn't having anything to do with it. He turns around...
Freddy Bro: WAIT WHAT?!
Zach Wavis: BROSIEDON PUNCH!!!
Freddy Bro: WHAT THE HELL IS WADE DOING OUT HERE?!?!
Gemini hits the mat as Wade slithers out of the ring and away from the match. Mikey gets to his feet and lifts Gemini up for the eXplosion, hooking the leg as they hit the ground.
Zach Wavis: Wait...no!
Freakshow hops off the apron, turns back to Mikey and begins his count.
Wavedigger: WE HAVE A NEW ATLANTIS CHAMPION!!!
Zach Wavis: That wasn't fair! What was that coward Wade doing out here? He screwed Gemini.
Wavedigger: That's why you don't mess with the ELITE!!! Wade made Gemini pay for his comments earlier. Greatest "US CHAMP" my ass!
Zach Wavis: I don't even think Mikey knew Wade was ever out here! He just screwed him out of a chance to win this match square!
The scene fades as Freakshow lifts Mikey on his shoulder - holding that US Championship high - and Gemini rolling to the arena floor.
Andre's music hits and he walks down the ramp to a mixed reaction. He stands in the ring and awaits Torture.
Zach Wavis: The Hardcore Champion Torture will defend his title tonight, and one has to think after a crazy match up with Doc Henry, and then Jay Price turning on his own partner, how will Torture be mentally tonight?
Kings of Leon's Crawl hits and Torture steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction. A lot more cheers than we're used to. Torture in wrestling gear with the Hardcore title on his shoulder has a microphone in hand.
Torture: Cut my music! Andre, listen. You're a respectable opponent, but I think.. I think it's time this Hardcore Championship to be defended the right way!
Torture: No more jokes, no more trolling, it's time I do what's right by this Championship gold and put it up for real.
Freddy Bro: Whoa!
Zach Wavis: You're telling me, Freddy. This is big!
Torture now walking down the ramp, climbs up the steps while still cutting his promo.
Torture: Doc Henry was solid in our match and made me realize I can do this on my own, and what Jay Price did opened my eyes further to the lies I was living. It's time I step up, drop the shit, and do this for real.
Tort hands the ref the Championship gold and Torture ducks Andre's clothesline, but grabs him and hits a Tortures Device. Tort kneels down and shakes his head and pins.
Wavedigger: ANDRE KICKED OUT! I SAW IT! ANDRE AQUARIUS SHOULD BE THE FARTCORE CHAMPION! Well, we'd think of a different name then, but-
Zach Wavis: Sorry, Wavedigger. Torture wins that one against Andre!
Freddy Bro: I thought the jokes were over?
Torture grabs the microphone.
Torture: Seriously, I'm done with the jokes. Right now as your current HARDCORE CHAMPION, I'm doing what is right, what is owed to all of you, and what is owed to every one in the back. I'm issuing an OPEN Hardcore Championship Challenge..
Crowd pops. Torture smiles and nods with them.
Freddy Bro: WHOOAA!
Zach Wavis: Who will answer!?
Torture: So, in all respect, just like I'm going to kick Jay Price's ass soon enough, I'm willing to kick someones ass in a fair and respectable match! Let's do this! Come on down, the Hardcore Championship Open Challenge starts.. RIGHT.. NOW!
Crowd pops again.
Zach Wavis: WAIT WAIT LOOK!
Corey Black slides into the ring from behind Torture and decks him with an elbow to the back of the head! Torture drops like a sack of potatoes.
Zach Wavis: WHAT THE HELL?!
Corey Black looks out at the crowd who is mostly booing. Corey picks up Torture and mocks him for a second before picking his ass up and hitting a Burning Hammer!
Freddy Bro: WHOAA!
Zach Wavis: What the hell is this all about?!
Wavedigger: Is it a Man Made Gods thing? Corey Black and Torture were the original Man Made Gods, followed by Corey Black and Rick Mad in a different company, and Torture and Jayson Price most recently.
Corey stands over Tortures body and stares blankly at the crowd. Almost like a sociopath killer stalk. Corey doesn't give two shits about the booing and picks up Torture one more time hitting a second Burning Hammer!
Zach Wavis: NO NO COME ON!
Freddy Bro: DATS NOT COOL MAN!
Corey stands again over Torture but this time he yells "GET UP BITCH.." and then "THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.." and then Corey spits on Tortures body and rolls out of the ring to a chorus of boos. The ref tries grabbing Torture but he ain't movin'.
Zach Wavis: What the hell was that about?! First Jay Price, now Corey Black?!
Freddy Bro: Torture done pissed off the wrong people, my brotha.
Zach Wavis: And look at Corey, just as smug as can be, doesn't even look back at the mess he just made in that ring! What the hell was that about, Freddy?
Freddy Bro: I don't have all the answers.
The crowd slows down on the booing as Torture still isn't moving. The ref is trying to wake him up.
Freddy Bro: I guess that's it for the Open Challenge.
Never Gonna Stop by Rob Zombie hits!
Crowd has a mixed reaction as ZMAC comes from behind the curtain with a purpose.
Zach Wavis: What the hell?!
Freddy Bro: WHOA WHOA WHOA YOU DONT THINK HES GOING TO RIGHT?
Zach Wavis: WAIT.. THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP OPEN CHALLENGE IS STILL OPEN IS THAT WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?!
Freddy Bro: I THINK ITS WHAT ZOMBIE IS THINKIN'!
Wavedigger: He's been parading around here as a fake Champion for weeks now! Is he really going to try to take Andre Aquarius' belt?!
The ref stops ZMAC as soon as he enters the ring and the two have a small power-struggle push. The ref backs up ZMAC in the corner and tells him some instructions, the ref then bends through the ropes and informs Kyle Steel a cue.
Zach Wavis: WHAT IS GOING ON?! TORTURE IS TRYING TO GET TO HIS FEET WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!
Freddy Bro: Kyle Steel has some info!
Kyle Steel: Ladies and Gentlemen, I've been informed, Zombie McMorris is answering the Torture Open Challenge for the Hardcore Championship.. therefore.. THIS IS FOR THE HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!
Zach Wavis: WHAT?! NO WAY! TORTURE AS DAMN NEAR OUT OF IT.
Freddy Bro: NO ZACH HES ALMOST TO A VERTICAL BASE BRO CHECK IT OUT.
Torture is using the turnbuckles slowly to get to his feet as the ref rings the bell and the crowd all stands on their feet. Torture slowly turns around and ZMAC hits a spear!
Zach Wavis: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
ZMAC opts not to pin and taunts to the crowd. Mostly booing, the rest just in awe in what the fuck is happening. ZMAC picks up Torture and hits the AXE WOUND.
Zach Wavis: AXE WOUND! THATS IT! THATS IT!
Freddy Bro: NO WAY!! TORTURE CAN KICK UP FROM THIS..
Zach Wavis: WHAT?!
Freddy Bro: WE HAVE A NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION!
Zach Wavis: WHAT?!?!
Freddy Bro: ZOMBIE JUST BEAT TORTURE!
Zach Wavis: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!
ZMAC stands up and grabs the Hardcore Championship from the ref and rolls out of the ring and the crowd is just half-stunned-half-going-crazy. ZMAC with a serious face holding the Hardcore Championship and heads up the ramp.
Zach Wavis: HE WAS A TV CHAMP AND A US CHAMPION, HE'S THE INTERNET CHAMPION, AND NOW HES OUR HARDCORE CHAMPION AND HE JUST PINNED TORTURE!
Freddy Bro: I CAN NOT BELIEVE WHAT I'VE JUST SEEN.
Zach Wavis: WHHHHAAATTT THE HHEELLLLLLLLL?!?!!??
Freddy Bro: This is bizzaro-world all of a sudden, bro!
Wavedigger: Andre Aquarius will be avenged!
Zach Wavis: And don't get it twisted, Freddy, this was all set up because of Corey Black dropping Torture on his head twice with those Burning Hammers, but I don't think Corey was here to answer the challenge and I really don't think he's helping ZMAC!
Freddy Bro: ZMAC took advantage and answered the call! Torture was blindsided for the second week here in WCF!
Zach Wavis: He's still out and our officials are checking on him, but what the hell is going on right now? Jay Price turns on Torture and ends the Man Made Gods, Corey Black attacks Torture, ZMAC pins a WCF Hall of Famer and oh yeah, Freddy WE HAVE A NEW HARDCORE CHAMPION FINALLY!
Wavedigger: Somewhere, Seth is crying. First everything with Joey earlier tonight, now the most protected man in WCF history has his Title taken from him. Corey Black better watch out, does Adele have any new singles coming any time soon? I hear you're a huge fan, Zach.
Zach Wavis: Shut up.
Freddy Bro: This is why you can't skip a Slam, folks, we're ON THE ROAD TO ONE bro, this is huge!
Zach Wavis: We'll be right back here on Slam Night of Champions!
Zach Wavis: Alright, ladies and gentlemen we're coming up to a match...
Freddy Bro: ...a very interesting match.
Wavedigger: No one is safe. Bolt down everything!! These two crazy monsters are gonna tear up everything, in the process of destroying each other.
Zach Wavis: Expect a war of all wars. Two former world champions going into battle.
Freddy Bro: WCF GALAXY!! GET READY FOR A GOOD ONE!!
Wavedigger: Not just a good one... A devastating tsunami of a match!!!
The lights inside the Wells Fargo Center fade out before the opening chords of "The Pink Room" hit the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtains. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience, as Dune emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring, as Dune makes his way down the ramp...
Zach Wavis: Dune looks intense.
Freddy Bro: On paper, this an ultimate dream match.
Wavedigger: Thus match might just steal the show.
Kyle Steel: Making his way down to the ring... From the badlands of the Mojave Desert... weighing in at 276 pounds... DUUUUUUUUNE
Dune slides into the ring and shoots to his feet. The ring glows amidst the darkness as he walks around the inner-perimeter, looking out at the crowd and testing the ropes before he makes his way to the center. There he grabs the collar of his light-armor vest with both hands and tilts his head up as the lights come on again. He makes his way to the corner, sliding out of his vest and dropping it on the outside of the ring.
Freddy Bro: Up next, The Monster Oblivion
Wavedigger: That's OblivSEAon!!
An ear piercing tornado warning siren blares out, as the beginning guitar chords of "Oblivion" by Mastadon begin to play. The siren fades out as the songs slowly speeds up. Smoke slowly pours out on the entrance stage. Six dark cloaked druids slowly walk through the smoke and down the ramp. A cold chill overcomes the Wells Fargo Center.
Zach Wavis: Is ever one feel chilly.
Freddy Bro: Whoa bro!! Yeah, it's starting to get cold in here.
Wavedigger: The Monster of the Brocean.
The druids stop at the bottom of the ramp, taking off their hoods, exposing skulls with red eyes. The song kicks in harder, as OblivSEAon slinks out onto the entrance stage.
Zach Wavis: Wow!!
Freddy Bro: WHOA!!
Wavedigger: That's OblivSEAon alright!!
Oblivion gets to the edge, of the stage, looking down the ramp, head back arms out to the side. OblivSEAon roars out right as he begins to walk down the ramp. The Monster spots a cameraman, as IT walks past. OblivSEAon smears at the cameraman. OblivSEAon walks past the druids, who drop to their knees and bows down, as The Monster walks past. OblivSEAon walks around the ring as IT gets close to the commentary table, both Zach Wavis and Freddy Bro flinch, jumping out of their seats. Oblivion walk up the ring steps, sneering at the crowd, with arms outward. The Monster walks into the ring...
BOTH DUNE AND OBLIVION CHARGE AT ONE ANOTHER!!!
Zach Wavis: Oblivion and Dune just collided into one another. Nailing each other with rights and lefts.
The crowd in the Wells Fargo Center begin to stand up and scream.
Oblivion grabs Dune...
Freddy Bro: Dune just bitch slapped Oblivion!!
Wavedigger: Dune got nailed with a spinning backhand.
Dune shakes it off and charges at Oblivion...
Freddy Bro: Massive clothesline from Dune!!
Dune grabs Oblivion...
Wavedigger: Short-arm clothesline!!
Dune dips down, grabbing The Monster...
Zach Wavis: Dirty son of a...
Wavedigger: Awesome scientific thumb to the eye!!
Dune spins around and checks on his own eye.
Wavedigger: OblivSEAon doesn't waste any time by charging after Dune, clubbing him on the back, if the head.
Oblivion slams the head of Dune down onto the top turnbuckle. Dune roars out...
Freddy Bro: Kick to the gut, of Oblivion.
Zach Wavis: Spinning roundhouse kick!!
Oblivion spins around dropping to one knee.
Freddy Bro: Dune has OblivSEAon reeling!!
Dune charges at Oblivion...
Zach Wavis: Dune misses with clothesline attempt.
WHAPP... WHAPP... WHAPP...
After third jab, Oblivion grabs a double fist of IT's own crotch, before...
Dune drops to the mat. Oblivion boots to the ropes, bounces off the ropes...
Oblivion flies off the ropes, jumps in the air...
Zach Wavis: Massive legdrop in Dune!!!
Freddy Bro: OblivSEAon quickly makes a pin cover.
Stanley Moser slides into position...
Crowd: On-.... NOOO!!
Dune roars out, pushes Oblivion away. The Monster charges at Dune...
Wavedigger: Dune nailed OblivSEAon with a spinning neckbreaker!!
Dune drops an elbow.
Zach Wavis: Dune misses with an elbow.
Oblivion quickly stands up, Dune charges...
Freddy Bro: Quick release belly to belly suplex!!
Dune lands hard, but slides out if the ring.
Wavedigger: OblivSEAon charges to a nearby corner, quickly climbing up to the top turnbuckle. Dune slowly stands up...
Zach Wavis: OblivSEAon flies towards Dune...
Wavedigger: Dropkick by Dune.
Dune grabs Oblivion...
Zach Wavis: Dune threw OblivSEAon against the security structure.
Wavedigger: Badass combo!!
Dune grabs Oblivion...
Oblivion jammed a full hand finger thrust into the throat of Dune. Dune staggers around.
Zach Wavis: OblivSEAon charges Dune...
Freddy Bro: Dune caught OblivSEAon... FACEBREAKER ON THE STEEL STEPS!!
Oblivion collapsed on the mats. Dune stands on top of the steel steps...
Crowd: HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!
Freddy Bro: Flying elbow if the steps!!
Dune grabs Oblivion's left leg...
Oblivion kicks Dune away and quickly gets up. Dune charges Oblivion...
Oblivion caught Dune and nails him with a running powerslam.
Wavedigger: ATLANTIS POWERSLAM!!
Oblivion mounts Dune and proceeds to pound down on Dune.
Dune: Get off me!!
Dune pushes Oblivion away and quickly stands up.
Zach Wavis: Double arm ddt!!
Dune mounts Oblivion and pounds down on Oblivion's head. The Monster pushes Dune away.
Both Dune and Oblivion trade massive fists.
Oblivion kicks Dune with a gut kick.
Zach Wavis: T-Bone suplex.
Dune lands hard, but is extremely enraged and slams his hands down onto the ringside mats.
Freddy Bro: OblivSEAon roars out and charges a fallen Dune.
Dune quickly stands up and catches The Monster...
Wavedigger: Tiger suplex!!
Oblivion lands hard, but also slams IT's own hands on the ringside mats. Oblivion charges Dune...
Zach Wavis: PENDULUM BACKBREAKER!!
Oblivion arches IT's back, screaming out in pain. Dune looks down grins as he proceeds to stomp down on Oblivion.
Zach Wavis: Dune rolls OblivSEAon onto his face...
Freddy Bro: CAMEL CLUTCH!!
Oblivion screams out, as Dune mock screams back at Oblivion. After a couple of minutes, Dune let's go, grabbing Oblivion tossing him into the direction of the commentary table.
Dune hits the side of the commentary table. Oblivion charges at Dune, who is leaning against the table.
Zach Wavis: Um, guys... I think we better start thinking about moving.
Oblivion charges at Dune...
Wavedigger: Dune just back body dropped Oblivion onto our commentary and surprisingly, it didn't collapse.
Freddy Bro: OH SNAP!! We better move!!
Dune gets onto the table and Oblivion slowly gets up. Dune grabs Oblivion...
Freddy Bro: DDT!!
Dune bounces off the commentary table, but that just enrages Dune.
Zach Wavis: Uh-oh Dune is mad!!
Dune, on his back, thrust kicks Oblivion away who slips off the table. Dune gets up quickly...
Freddy Bro: MISSILE DROPKICK FROM DUNE ONTO OBLIVSEAON!!
Dune grabs The Monster and throws IT against the steel edge of the ring apron. Dune grabs Oblivion and throws him against the commentary table.
Wavedigger: This match has been full of action, as promised!!
Dune charges Oblivion...
Wavedigger: Uh-oh!! Guys watch out!!
Zach Wavis: OblivSEAon back body dropped Dune onto the table.
Oblivion climbs up on the commentary table, grabs Dune...
Freddy Bro: Double underhook...
Zach Wavis pauses then says....
Zach Wavis: Uh-oh...
The commentary table explodes into several dozen big pieces and several small pieces as Oblivion drops Dune with a double underhook ddt.
Zach Wavis: SURFNAP!!
Crowd: This is awesome<clap-clap> This is awesome!! <clap-clap> <clap-clap-clap>
Oblivion grabs Dune and throws him into the ring...
Dune is thrown into the ring, Oblivion follows. The Monster grabs Dune, picks him up to his feet...
Wavedigger: Out of nowhere... DUST DEVIL!!
Dune nailed Oblivion with a tornado kick to the face.
Zach Wavis: Dune with the cover...
Kyle Steel: Winner, of the match.... DUUUUUUUUUUUNE!!!
We return from the break with a shot of Andre Aquarius backstage as he is blindsided out of nowhere by D’Angelo Hall and his goons, who are mobbin’ deep on their hoverboards with paintball guns in hand.
D’Angelo Hall: Hey, Andre!
As Andre turns around, he is blasted by Hall and his squad, covering him in assorted colors as he falls to the ground.
D’Angelo Hall: Looks like you got gotten, lil’ nigga!
D’Angelo and his mob ride off as Andre grabs at his gut in pain.
The scene opens on a panning shot of the arena, before centralizing in the ring where Kyle Steele stands, microphone in hand.
Kyle Steel: The following contest is a DOG COLLAR MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL!...and is for the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
"The Master" by GosT booms violently over the PA system as lights flash to the pulse of the aggressive music. Preecha steps past the curtain followed closely behind by Armand, that dog collar around his throat, before hyping him up to the audience. Slowly they walk down to the ring and climb the steps. Armand sits on the second ropes as Preecha steps through.
Zach Wavis: Ever since Preecha won the Disruptor Battle Royal, he has been a consistent thorn in the side of our "World Champion". And since then, Wade has been ducking and dodging him at every turn!
Wavedigger: Are you insane Zach? Wade was trying to save him from the beating he's going to give him. But Preecha didn't want that...he wanted this match. And did he ever get it!
Freddy Bro: A Dog Collar Match is one of the moat brutal match types in wrestling history...and I don't expect this one to be any different. Both men have their hands full tonight!
Preecha stares toward the stage as the lights in the arena dim and the opening to “21st Century Schizoid Man” by King Crimson starts playing over the P.A. Wade Moor slips out from behind the curtain – Hacksaw Jim Thuggin by his side, the World Championship slung over his shoulder - and lumbers out onto the stage. He stares out to the hot “booing” crowd, eyes always scanning, never relenting. A smile creeps up the side of his face, blaring with deep blue strobe lights, as he starts his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring from The Everglades, weighing in at 280 lbs...He is the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...WAAAADE BROSEIDON MMMOOOOOORRRRRRR!!!!!
Wade puts his hand on the apron, slides his belt in, and then slides in himself, slithering towards the center of the ring. He hikes up on one knee and holds his hand and belt out to his sides, yelling to the crowd.
“UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!”
He removes his straw hat and hands his effects to Hacksaw Jim Thuggin. He approaches the center of the ring to meet Preecha face to face. The referee grabs the other end of the chain and snaps the collar on around Wade's throat.
Zach Wavis: Both men are intense...they know what's on the line. It's not just the World Championship. It's the main event at One. It's pride. It's all on the line tonight!
Wavedigger: Wade will defeat Preecha with ease.
Freddy Bro: Don't count Preecha out just yet! He had Wade reeling earlier in the night!
Wavedigger: That was an ambush! A cheap shot! Preecha was lucky Wade didn't knock his head off right then!
Wade and Preecha test the elasticity on the chain as the ref calls for the bell and the match begins! They both immediately start pulling on the chain, trying to pull the other towards them, both testing the strength of the other. Wade yanks the chain hard, pulling in Preecha, who catches Wade with a quick spin kick to the hip. Wade shoves him away and they both take position again! Wade pulls again, Preecha goes for a back fist, but Wade ducks and nails a gut punch of his own! Preecha shoves himself away with a light kick and take position again! Wade pulls the chain again...but this time he barrels forward and tackles Preecha to the ground.
Zach Wavis: Oh no!
Wavedigger: GET HIM WADE!
Wade grabs a length of chain and brings it down towards Preecha's face...but Preecha holds his arm up and the chain wraps around, which Preecha then uses to sock Wade in the face! Wade reels off, blood slowly seeping from his forehead!
Zach Wavis: FIRST BLOOD! AND THIS MATCH IS JUST BEGINNING!
The blood trickles down Wade's face, but he wipes it away and gets to his feet. Preecha uses the momentum to nail Wade with a series of hooks and jabs, before going for another spin fist...but it bounces off of Wade's shoulder. Wade wraps a length of.chain around his own hand and pops Preecha over the noggin with it and blood starts to seep through his messy hair.
Wade grabs Preecha around the mid and tosses him uo in the air, blasting him with an uppercut on the way down! He drops down and goes for the cover!
Zach Wavis: Shoulder up from Preecha!
Wade wraps the chain underneath Preecha and uses it to lift him to his feet. Preecha struggles against the chain as Wade starts dropping forearms into his back, pulling him back each time with the yank of the chain. He twists it and tosses him into the turnbuckle, barreling towards him with a huge lariat!...but Preecha dodges and smacks thr chain against Wade's back. Smack! Whack! Over and over again with that brutal metap chain. He wraps ot around the turnbuckle and climbs up to the secondr middle rope. He pulls it as tight as he can and jumps back, whipping Wade's back against the post. As Wade bound forward, Preecha drops him with a hig knee and goes for the cover.
Zach Wavis: Shoulder up from Wade!
Preecha pulls Wade to his feet and whips him into the ropes...but yanks the chain back before he hits them and Wade falls to the ground. Preecha approaches and drops down with a length of chain under his knee on to Wade's head...but Wade rolls out of.the way and Preecha connects with the mat and chain! He rolls around in pain, nursing his knee as Wade shakes off the hit from earlier. As Preecha gets to his feet, Wade nails him in the head with the business end of his boot, knocking him back down to the mat! Preecha stumbles to his feet again as Wade plants him down with another punch...but Preecha keeps getting back to his feet.
Zach Wavis: What will it take to keep him down?! It seems like nothing can!
Wavedigger: Looks like Wade's gearing up for the BROSEIDON...
Wade bounds off the ropes and comes back with a BROSEIDON PUNCH!...but Preecha dodges and kicks Wade in the back of the head! Wade goes flying into the ropes, leaning over the tope rope by his arms and neck. Preecha immediately uses the momentum to run and jump over the top rope, connecting with a hard elbow on the way to the arena floor! Wade bounces, but Preecha pulls on the chain, using it to choke Wade against the top rope! Wade struggles to get free, pulling on the chain to get free of the ropes...Preecha pulls harder back...but Wade finally gets the advantage and pulls Preecha hard into the ring apron. A dazed Preecha stands outside the ring...Wade gears up...he catches as much as air as possible and leaps over the top rope and lands right on top of Preecha with an unholy suicide dive! They both clatter to the ground, bleeding from their heads, fucked out of their minds.
The ref starts counting, not for them being outside the ring, but because neither competitor seems to be able to get back to their feet.
Wade uses the ring apron to pull himself up.
Right before the ref calls for the bell, Wade gets all the way to his feet and grabs Preecha by the dog collar. He lifts him up and tosses him back first into the ring apron. Preecha falls to his knees as Wade grabs him by the collar again and bounces his head off the steel steps! He pulls him up yet again and throws him into the outside turnbuckle...but Preecha dodges the post. Instead, he whips in the opposite side of the ring and rolls back out again, wrapping the chain around the ring post! Wade pulls the chain, but its lockes tight against the post. Wade instead approaches Preecha, but Preecha's ready with leg kicks! Elbows! Closed fist punch! Wade starts reeling as Preecha jumps and bounces off the apron, performing a roundhouse kick to Wade's head on the way down! Wade collapses against the barricade as Preecha slides into the ring to unlock the chain! He comes back and and approaches Wade, delivering stiff kick after stiff kick to the World Champion!
Zach Wavis: Wade is in dire straits now!
Wavedigger: Wade always has a plan!
One last kick, but Wade grabs a hold of his leg. He climbs to his feet as Preecha goes for an enziguiri...but Wade ducks the move and drops Preecha right on the barricade with a german suplex! Preecha lays against it, wrapped around the barricade like a human hot dog bun. Wade grabs him by the collar and slides him under the bottom rope. He slides in after and goes for a cover.
Zach Wavis: SHOULDER UP! PREECHA SHOULDERS OUT!
Wade looks like he's in disbelief. He slaps the mat as he lifts Preecha to his feet. He whips him off the ropes and follows the chain, catching Preecha with a crossbody on the way back! He keeps Preecha covered for the pin.
Zach Wavis: ANOTHER SHOULDER UP OH MY GAWD STOP THE DAYUM MATCH ALREADY!!!
Wade slaps the mat even harder, becoming frustrated that Preecha just won't stay down. He lifts Preecha to his feet once more. As Preecha comes up, he socks Wade in the nose, wraps a bit of chain around his fist, and clocks him once more. Blood sprays across the mat as Wade opens up even more.
Preecha starts wailing on Wade with the chain, accentuating every hit with a low kick! Wade, reeling and face a mess, falls to his knees as Preecha winds up...
Zach Wavis: KAMON KANNON!...
Wade dodges at the last second and Preecha hits the ropes. As he turns around...
Zach Wavis: BROSEIDON PUNCH!!!
Preecha stumbles back and Wade dumps him over the ropes, catching him around the neck with the chain. Preecha hangs from the apron, trying his best to catch his footing...but the loss of oxygen causes him to weaken...his foot catches the apron...but it slips...Preecha stops moving and the ref finally calls for the bell.
Zach Wavis: That...that was...oh my...
Wavedigger: When you're in the ring, fighting for the WORLD TITLE, you win by any means necessary. This isn't what Preecha wanted? Well, it's what he got. This one's over.
Kyle Steel: The winner...AAAAAAND STILLLL....WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...WAAAAADE MOOOOOOOR!!!
"21st Century Schizoid Man" hits the P.A. and Wade grabs a hold of his dog collar.
"UNLEASH THE LEVIATHAN!!!"
Zach Wavis: Wade Moor defended the belt tonight, but I've gotta say, Preecha Kamon never gave in, he never gave up. Wade Moor took him to the edge of his body's ability, but his heart never let him lose.
Wavedigger: Sounds like excuses to me, Zach. #beachkrew forever and ever!
Wade yells and rips the collar from his neck as the referee hands him the World Championship. Armand tends to Preecha on the outside of the ring as a few ringside doctors rush over to him. Wade holds the World Championship high into the air as Slam fades to black.