Drunk and Crazy plays as Slam is on the air!
Zach Davis: I still can't believe we are one week removed from one of the greatest pay per views in Wrestling Championship Federation history!
Freddy Whoa: Damn right! I've watched it five times on WCF Network in the last three days!
Zach Davis: Same here! What about you Digger? Did it live up to expectations? Whats your thoughts?
Gravedigger: I thought One was -
Kings of Leon hits the airwaves, and the sold out crowd erupts.
Zach Davis: First slam of 2016 and the stars are already comin' out!
Gravedigger: He was victorious at One, guys, but I don't think that surprises anyone!
Freddy Whoa: Hey, is that a new Torture shirt!
Torture steps out onto the stage and the crowd erupts a second time. Wearing his best dark blue jeans and his brand new Torture shirt which is now being sold on WCF.com, Torture walks down the ramp high-fiving the fans along the way.
Zach Davis: As you were saying Digger, Torture WAS victorious at One against the team of Price and Creeping Death who of which, with no pun intended, tortured his older brother and manipulated Torture into a tag team match with the plan that he wouldn't be able to find a tag partner.
Gravedigger: He literally asked everyone, me included but like I mentioned last week, I really didn't understand what the hell he was asking..
Freddy Whoa: He didn't ask me..
Gravedigger: Well, he was asking talented people obviously..
Freddy Whoa: But dirtsheets reported he asked Logan..
Gravedigger: Ouch, Freddy, Ouch!
Zach Davis: That's when Torture had a plan of his own though and somehow recruited Jonny Fly to be on his team and those two put on a show!
Freddy Whoa: One of my favorite matches at One, guys!
Zach Davis: Torture got revenge for his brother by pinning Jay Price and it was indeed a successful year for Torture in 2015 with winning the Hardcore Championship and being victorious at One again.. but the question remains.. what the hell is he doing here tonight?
Gravedigger: Surprise, surprise, he has a microphone.
The music fades out as the crowd begins to sing "HELLLLOOO FROM THE FAACEE SSIIIIIDDEEEE"
Zach Davis/Freddy Whoa: I GUESSS IM NOT THE HEEEEEEEL THIS TIMMMEEEEEEE
Gravedigger: Stop that.
Torture: Okay, okay..
Crowd continues to sing louder "TO TELL YOU IM SHOCKED.. WOULD JUSS BE A LIEEEEE"
Zach Davis/Freddy Whoa: NOW I KNOW WHY THEY THINK YOUR...
Gravedigger (In his best singing voice): A DIICK KIND OF GUYYYY
The crowd begins to chant "WE ARE AWESOME" clap clap clapclapclap. "WE ARE AWESOME" clap clap clapclapclap.
Torture: Alright..you rowdy sons of bitches.. let's talk about one of the greatest pay per views in the history of WCF, let's talk about ONE!
Crowd cheers as One was purely the best PPV in WCF history from start to finish.
Torture: So many classic moments! Jonny Fly jumping off the top rope! Howard Black returned!
Torture: That TLC Tag Team Match Tho!
Torture: Dat Flash and Dune Doe!
Torture: Seriously Rhode Island let's make some noise for the boys and girls in the back who busted their asses and threw it down for WCF and gave you the BEST pay per view you've ever seen!
Zach Davis: It was a great event!
Torture: It capped off an incredible year in WCF, a lot of great workers are already looking forward to 2016... including this guy.
Tort points at himself as a small reaction from the sold out arena is heard.
Torture: So I look at the next pay per view... and I look at the Champions..
Zach Davis: What is he gettin' at here folks?
Torture: I look at the World Champion..
Torture: I look at the number one contender.. and I see a blank spot..
Zach Davis: No way he's throwing his name in that hat!
Gravedigger: Technically speaking Wade has no true opponent for our next PPV!
Torture: So right here, right now in Providence, Rhode Island!!
Crowd pops big time.
Torture: I officially throw my name in the mix to become Number One Contender to the WCF World Heavyweight Championship!!
Rhode Island goes fucking nuts.
Freddy Whoa: WHOOAA DUDE!
Zach Davis: Talk about a hot start to 2016!
Gravedigger: Oh come on, of course he wants to be number one contender, he's Torture! He's a belt mark, folks!
Zach Davis: Oh don't be jelly, Digger, come on!
Freddy Whoa: Why not! Torture's been legit the last month or so, right?
Zach Davis: I don't see why he wouldn't be number one contender, there are other suitable opponents, yes, but if they're busy, why not Torture!
Torture: And why wait four weeks to build for Fifteen? I say we do this.. RIGHT HERE... RIGHT NOW!
Zach Davis: WELL NOW THATS BIG!
Crowd: TORTURE WINS! TORTURE WINS! TORTURE WINS!
Freddy Whoa: This crowd is absolutely amped!
Zach Davis: All we're waiting for now is the World Heavyweight Champion, Wade Moor, to answer the challenge!
Gravedigger: The only way I see Wade declining this is that he simply has better things to do!
Zach Davis: This is the match of a lifetime! Wade would be a fool to --
"Aquaberry Dolphin" by RIFF RAFF hits the P.A. to a pop from the crowd!
Gravedigger: My boys in #BeachKrew getting the recognition they deserve!
Zach Davis: I think they're cheering because Wade is out here to answer Torture's challenge!
Freddy Whoa: ...or they're happy they're finally getting to see Wade get HIS ass kicked for a change!
Wade Moor - flanked by Dustin Beaver, Kyle Kemp, Johnny Rabid, Jim Thuggin, and Sandy Coconutz - all make their way out to the ramp, the crowds mood shifting from ecstatic to hostile at the sight of them! Wade Moor has a microphone in his hand, the World Championship around his waist, and a shit eating grin nestled underneath his massive beard. The music dies down as he raises the mic to his lips.
Wade Moor: ...
A few seconds of silence from the World Champion.
Wade Moor: FINALLY...
The rest of #BeachKrew flip the crowd off as they reign a chorus of BOOS in their direction. Wade Moor quiets his colleagues, and by proxy, the crowd quells as well.
Wade Moor: THE LEVIATHAN HAS COME BACK...
Zach Davis: It looks like you have your answer Digger, HA HA!
Gravedigger: THEY DON'T KNOW GOOD!!!
Wade Moor: Fine! I guess you guys aren't looking for a grand entrance? Not feeling so hot after One anymore? You're. Fucking. Welcome. So what did you want Torture? Something something title shot, right?
Torture: No games Wade. Just you and me for the World Championship. Right here. Right now.
Crowd pops. Wade hushes them once more.
Wade Moor: I was getting to that, Torture. Did you think I would come all the way out here just to decline your request for a shot at my championship?
Wade scratches his chin.
Wade Moor: Actually, that's precisely what I came out here to do.
Wade Moor: I know, I know...you're upset. Understandably. You obviously want this match to happen...but it wouldn't be in my character to give you what you want. I simply...don't care.
Wade Moor: ...and you Torture? It wouldn't be in my character to start handing fuccbois like YOU a shot at MY World Championship when there's people out there beating guys NOT named Jayson Price for a shot at it! Anyone with a pulse can beat Jayson Price!
Torture's expression changes...his brow begins to furrow.
Wade Moor: So here's what I'm going to do for you...I'm going to let you walk away from all this. I'm going to let you leave the ring...and pretend like this comversation never happened. It's the best I can do for a legend like you.
Torture: Wade, I...
"Master of Puppets" by Metallica hits the P.A. and Seth walks out onto the stage, microphone in hand, and sober as a nun. He holds his hand up and his music dies out.
Seth Lerch: Hey. What's up guys? It seems like you're in a bit of a quandary here. Torture wants a shot. Wade doesn't think he deserves it. It's a classic pickle we've found ourselves in.
Wade shakes his head as Torture listens on intently.
Seth Lerch: As it is, I'm in a bit of a pickle myself...financially, some are saying WCF isn't doing so hot!
Wade and the rest of #BK shoot Seth a "I'll fucking kill you" kind of look.
Seth Lerch: Wait, wait, wait, guys! That's not saying it's your fault...directly! Hold on!...
Rabid pulls Kemp back as he lunges toward Seth. Wade puts a hand on Kemp's shoulder to calm him.
Seth Lerch: It's just... some people say I'm paying you guys way too much money, you know? Despite high ratings...we're bleeding revenue. Absolutely draining! You know how much a paid injury leave costs me!...nevermind! Everything is fine! That's beside the point...the point I'm trying to make is...we're having this match here tonight!
Crowd POPS so fucking hard! Wade waits for them to die down before lifting his own microphone up.
Wade Moor: You want to know why you're bleeding revenue? You want to know where your rainy day fund is going? Look in the fucking ring, Seth.
Torture drops his mic and motions for Wade to make his way up.
Wade Moor: LOOK AT ME! I'M THE FACE OF YOUR COMPANY! NOT THE ONE IT WANTS BUT THE ONE IT DESERVES, SETH! THIS MAN RIGHT HERE? HE DOESN'T CARE! HE'S HAD HIS TIME IN THE SUN, NOW HIS CAREER IS ON LIFE SUPPORT! HE JUST WANTS...
Seth holds his hands up to Wade.
Seth Lerch: Listen man...this is solely for ratings! This is to sell YOUR merchandise. I have more #BeachKrew tanks than I can count! I need to offload em! Need that money! Plus, you already have a World Championship victory in the MAIN EVENT of One! Don't you want to add another win to your already impressive resume?
Wade seems to think it over for a second, pondering the situation Lerch has layed out for him. He reaches back and takes his Hawaiian shirt off to a pop from the crowd.
Wade Moor: This is what you want Torture? You really want this shot? Just remember...I'm not locked in that ring with you...you're locked in there with me!
Wade throws his shirt down and head down the ramp to a massive POP from the crowd!
Zach Davis: This...this is happening! We have a title match! Torture versus Wade for the World Championship...and it's happening now!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!!!
Seth Lerch: WAIT!
Everyone looks towards Seth.
Seth Lerch: WAIT! We need this to get all over social media. We can't do this tonight! We've gotta let it simmer.
The fans boo like crazy. A smile crosses Wade's face.
Seth Lerch: Let's wait one week. Next week, Wade, you've got your Title defense... next week we've got Torture's World Title shot. LET'S GET THOSE HASH TAGS TRENDING, PEOPLE!
With that, Master of Puppets hits and Seth leaves, leaving Torture mildly satisfied. Whenever Seth comes, mild satisfaction is the best you can hope for, after all.
Zach Davis: UNBELIEVABLE! What a World Title match we've got - on SLAM!? This is a match that could main event Fifteen for pete's sake!
Gravedigger: Don't forget, Seth has promised to set up Fifteen's main events tonight - he's promised us our World Title match announcement before the end of the night. He also told me personally he'll be announcing a match never before seen in WCF!
Freddy Whoa: Stay tuned, WCF Galaxy!
Zach Davis: Our next match is from an up and coming superstar not only in WCF but in professional wrestling in general.
Gravedigger: That’s right, but already, despite not having stepped foot into a ring yet, he’s already got a better resume than most of the roster. He’s a Division I national Champion in amateur wrestling, as well as a D1 First Team All Star in Football at Linebacker. The NFL and the Olympic Teams were knocking down his door but he chose us and we should feel honored.
Zach Davis: Did he pay you to say that.
Gravedigger: (counting a stack of bills) Why I never… I’m an honorable journalist and only report the truth… HEY, there was supposed to be another 50 in here.
Never Again by Nickelback plays as newest WCF Superstar Jordan Wolfram comes out and the crowd is mostly indifferent about him. He walks down the ramp and leaps onto the ring apron. He climbs in the ring and goes to the corner, gets on his knees and prays as the announcer makes his… well… announcements.
Kyle Steel: To my right weighing in at 265 lbs from Miami Florida… JORDAN “THE ONE” WOLFRAM!
He gets up and raises his hands in the air. The crowd remains indifferent.
Kyle Steel: And to my left from Brooklyn New York… STG!
Again, another smattering of applause, indifference seems to be running rampant in this audience. The bell rings and immediately Jordan comes running with a vicious spear nearly ripping his already sagging pants off his legs, and his knock off Air Jordans off his feet. He hooks the leg and looks up at God before the ref drops down and counts the pin.
Kyle Steel: The winner of this match… Jordan “The One” Wolfram!
Gravedigger: The power with that spear was devastating; I think we have a true contender on our hands here.
He grabs a microphone, hardly breaking a sweat and addresses the audience.
Jordan “The One” Wolfram: My name is Jordan Wolfram, but you all can call me “The One.” I was actually thinking about making my debut last week, but I didn’t want to distract from the spectacle that is ONE. And besides, by me being there that Joey Flash vs Dune match that everyone was ranting and raving about would have been cast under the shadow of my greatness.
Jordan “The One” Wolfram: It’s a shame that you feel that way. Perhaps you would say that I’m overconfident, but when you have the resume that I have you would be quite confident as well. Especially when you’re forced to wrestle trash like I was forced to compete against this week. People like him should never step foot into MY RING!
Nelly's #1 blares on the PA to a somewhat mixed reaction from the crowd. DeMarcus Jordan comes out, microphone in hand, and stands on the stage. He looks into the ring, his eyebrows furrowed, his demeanor serious. His music cuts and he puts the mic to his lips...
DeMarcus Jordan: Im sorry, and maybe I am out of line...but what do you mean, people...like him?
Zach Davis: There is no way he meant what DeMarcus thinks he meant.
Jordan “The One” Wolfram: N****rs of course.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Looks like he did...
Zach Davis: We allow profanity on here, but blatant racism like that is generally where we draw the line.
DeMarcus starts marching up towards the ring. He stops right outside the ring as Jordan addresses him further.
DeMarcus Jordan: Mother fucker you asking for an ass whooping.
Jordan “The One” Wolfram: Easy there, I don’t want you to try to bust a cap or anything. We have something in common. We both don’t know who our real dads are.
DeMarcus Jordan: Bitch, you don’t know shit about me, or my family, and don’t you pretend that you do!
DeMarcus climbs up to the apron and Wolfram holds up a finger to stop him once more.
Jordan “The One” Wolfram: Ok, son. Look at you, then look at me. I’m a physical specimen carved by the gods themselves. I had a 4.0 in a Division I College and made the all American Team in two different sports. But most importantly of all, I have Jesus Christ, our Savior on my side throughout everything that I do. Me and Tim Tebow are kindred spirits. And then there’s you, straight off the boat from "Africa", skin and bones, no education, no athletic prowess… well unless you count
DeMarcus Jordan: Tell you what...I may not have the 'athletic prowess' that you have, but I have been kicking the shit out of mother fuckers like you since I was 8.
DeMarcus has had enough and climbs into the ring.
DeMarcus Jordan: So now, I am gonna bitch slap you right back to the 1800's where your racist ass belongs, BITCH!
DeMarcus starts laying fists to Wolfram. He kicks "The One" in the midsection and sets him up for the I Rule move, but Jordan powers through by just standing up, sending DeMarcus to the ground behind him. DeMarcus pops up quickly though and begins throwing punches, however, Wolfram covers up and grabs DeMarcus's arm as he falls to the ground and brings DeMarcus down with him. He twists his arm causing DeMarcus to writhe in pain.
Gravedigger: He’s going to break his arm.
Zach Davis: DeMarcus Jordan was not ready to the strength of this man.
Wolfram releases the hold, and spins around to his opponent’s front. He then lifts him with ease and tosses him across the ring. DeMarcus gets to his feet and charges towards Wolfram again. Wolfram side steps him and tosses him into the turnbuckle. When he turns around Wolfram charges down with a Spear knocking him out. He gets to his feet and reaps the rewards of his destruction. He grabs a microphone.
Jordan “The One” Wolfram: The light shines through the darkness, and in his path I will follow.
He spits down next to where DeMarcus lay before exiting the ring.
Zach Davis: Well, I don't think this is the last confrontation between these two.
The cameras cut to one of the hallways backstage and none other than the returning Katherine Phoenix is seen walking towards the locker room. She opens the door and walks in smiling, glad to be back in WCF. She walks across the room towards where her gear is and stops short. She looks down and sees an envelope on her gym bag. The word Lilith is written across the envelope. She looks around and finally reaches down and grabs it up, annoyed, and tears it open and pulls out the card inside. It reads:
“You’re back? Me too!! - S Twilight”
Katherine’s eyes grow wide and she quickly looks around the lockerroom again before the cameras fade out.
Zach Davis: Uh....
Zach Davis: The spin dryer has stopped, and out has popped four shiny and new WCF superstars!
Gravedigger: Please Zac, stop with the enthusiasm. My New Year’s hangover thinks it’s real.
Kyle Steel: Your first match, is a fatal four way bout. Introducing first!
The Legend of Xanadu by Dave, Dozy, Beaky, Mick and Titch, (no words, apparently) plays as The Incredible Minx, hands on hips, walks bravely with blossoming confidence out onto the stage.
Gravedigger: I’m not sure here. Something’s not right.
Zach Davis: Why, whats wrong?
Waverdigger:...That last fan. I dunno, she looks like a plant.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent!
"Kabuki Gomen-Jyo" by Wadaiko Matsuriza hits the PA as a compilation of Nagasaki's past sumo victories is played on the jumbotron. He then lumbers on to the stage and begins the sumo war dance, then bows to show respect to the audience.
Gravedigger: Well fuck me, it’s E.Honda!
Nagasaki walks down the ramp, climbs the steps of the ring, hoists the top rope up and steps between it and the middle rope. Once inside he begins another war dance while Minx shakes her tush and laughs.
Gravedigger: Something not right here man...I can sense it.
Freddy Whoa: You know, Finkle is Einhorn.
Freddy Whoa: Einhorn is Finkle!
Gravedigger: Shut the fuck up, Freddy.
Fireworks erupt from either side of the ramp, finishing with a volcanic sized explosion in the centre of the ring.
Gravedigger: Christ, that shit is loud!
White Cloud slowly struts out into the centre of the stage, greeted by with a wave of cheers. Smiling an arrogant grin, Cloud begins to saunter towards the ring, a lit cigarette burning in between his polished teeth. As he reaches the end of the ramp he dashes around the corner towards the announcers table. Stealing a chair from ringside, he tosses it effortlessly into the ring, following it closely behind. Setting up the chair in the centre of the ring, Cloud relaxes back comfortably, smiling.
Unbeknownst to Cloud; Minx is gyrating her ample tush suggestively behind him. After a few Moments Cloud jumps up out of his chair and spins around facing a “who? Me?” Minx, who just smiles a mischievousness, collagen enhanced grin.
Kyle Steel: And their opponent!
#1 by Nelly blares over the PA system as DeMarcus comes out and does a superman pose on the stage. The fans boo for the most part, minus the small few who try to cheer as much as the ones who are booing. He walks down the ramp, taking his time, not really caring what people think, talking trash to the audience. He walks up the steps and steps in the ring, he does another pose as his music dies out.
Gravedigger: Finally. Now, someone ring the damn bell!
Minx with a collar and elbow tie up on Cloud. Minx with an attempt to a kiss Cloud on the lips as Cloud relinquishes his grip and takes a step back in shock; meanwhile DeMarcus with a Roundhouse Kick on Nagasaki, attempts to follow that up with a DDT but the move is sidestepped as Nagasaki hits a tear-drop duplex.
Quick cover attempt broken up by Minx, who goes for a hurricanrana on Cloud. Cloud eats a face of struddle as he staggers backwards, goes for a power bomb attempt as both competitors go over the ropes. Minx manages however to skin the cat as -
Nagasaki hits a Double leg take down on DeMarcus and begins a ground and pound session on his face with some furious rights and lefts. DeMarcus covers up before rolling Nagasaki onto his belly and hitting a low blow out of sight of the ref!
Zach Davis: Hey!
DeMarcus with a quick cover; broken up by Minx who hits
Zach Davis: Stock Market Tickle! Stock Market Tickle! It’s an exposé of Minx’s true biological sex!
Freddy Whoa: ...Whoa.
Nagasaki and Demarcus just tilt their heads to one side and look for a few moments; the two are transfixed before returning to beating the tar out of each other a second later.
Zach Davis: Well, that worked.
As Minx turns away from the action, she is greeted with a face full of flying boot by Cloud; who lands gracefully after that springboard drop-kick and rolls on top of Minx for the cover!
Broken up by DeMarcus as he hits a Codebreaker on Cloud for the
DeMarcus Jordan has picked up the win!
Gravedigger: Great début by all three competitors there!
“Duality” by Slipknot plays throughout the arena. As soon as the hard music kicks in Grayson Pierce bursts through the curtain. The crowd breaks out in applause and chants his name.
He accepts the cheers of the crowds, and gives a select few a high five as he solemnly walks down the ring.
Zach Davis: After a grueling couple of weeks Grayson Pierce came up emptyhanded at One, and the defeat on his face is palpable.
Gravedigger: Well, he’s a loser, so he should be feeling defeated. No one will ever dethrone BeachKrew, despite how many times they try, they will always fail!
Livewire hops onto the apron and climbs into the ring. HE grabs a microphone and wastes no more time.
Livewire: Shut up!
The crowd laughs as they continue chanting his name. Then his smile fades and a look of earnest crosses his face.
Livewire: No really, shut up. You’re chanting for a loser, that only makes you losers yourself. So if you would please, I have an announcement to make that no one will probably give a shit about.
The crowd suddenly quiets, and a few boos are heard from the rafters.
Livewire: You cheer for winners, you cheered for me because I put it all on the line every week, but there’s only so much a man can take putting what he feels is everything he has on the line week in and week out only to have the other guy’s hand raised 7 out of 10 times. I’m nothing but a glorified jobber that you guys for some reason are deluded enough to cheer for.
You know, when I was in the DRG I thought it meant something. I thought that we were going to do great things. But then Gonzo earned a title match against Dune, and as soon as he lost he fucking bailed on all of us. Then Thomas Bates earned a title match against Dune and once he lost he fucking bailed not too shortly after that as well.
It’s not hard to understand why. We fucking work our asses off for this company. We put our time in just like everyone else. We all do, even BeachKrew, despite their nonchalant attitude fucking break their balls to get where they are. I don’t have to like them, but I respect them. But therein lays the problem.
It seems that respect is not distributed equally. There are a couple of mouth pieces here, and it seems that whoever is favored by these mouth pieces are the favorites by the higher ups. And there’s only one person to blame for all of that. Seth Fucking Lerch.
You’ve allowed this hierarchy of loud mouth assholes to go on for too long. You’ve let the internet run the fucking fed, completely disregarding what’s important to the fans and to the people. You hear cheers when they are booing, you hear the names of people being chanted that aren’t actually there. You’re a delusional drunk with a power complex.
I fucking hate working for you, even more than I hated working for BeachKrew. You’re a useless drunk who couldn’t tell his asshole from his mouth because there’s constantly shit spewing from both of them. You’re a fucking loser who has too much money to know what to do with so you started a wrestling company 15 years ago and somehow, because of the talent, and NOT because of you, it’s successful.
I’m stuck in a job I hate, and unfortunately for me I have nowhere else to go, so I’m fucking stuck here. I’m fucking stuck to bounce around the mid card and fight my way to the top when people like Wade Moor and Dune just open the door to the top, and even fucking Howard Black, the fan favorite, and a man that I respect dearly, comes back from injury and immediately main events the first Slam that he returns in.
There is a lot of hubbub in the locker room about cliques, and people only wanting to work with one another. This is backstage politics that the fans need not to know about, but it can’t be ignored. While some people thrive others falter and not because they aren’t talented, and they aren’t deserving enough, but because they don’t fit in to the ridiculous standards that minority set for the majority.
The crowd remains quiet listening to the man pour out his soul to the crowd. A few jeers are even heard still, but Pierce disregards the fans at this moment. This is his moment to vent, and to get shit off his chest that has been festering inside since losing to Wade Moor at One.
Livewire: I’ve tried to get involved on Twitter, but I find it pedantic and boring. I’ve tried to get involved with the periscope app to get the fans more involved, but to no avail either. It seems that my lack of desire to sit on my phone, or in front of my computer all day and troll the forums to make myself seem like a big man is going noticed by the higher ups who took me from main event to completely off the fucking card.
I’m not Wade Moor; I’m not tired after our fight. He took it to me as hard as I took it for him, and I’m still standing here in the center of the ring asking for another fight. I will continue to ask for fight after fight until I prove to everyone that it doesn’t matter what you say, rather it’s what you do that means everything.
It would be easy for me to follow my DRG brethren and quit after a devastating loss, but I’m not them, I’m better than Thomas Bates, and I’m better than Gonzo Murdock. I’m a true warrior that won’t let trivialities stand in the way of my success.
I lost to Wade Moor last week at One. He punched me in the fucking neck and knocked the shit out of me. But I walked away from that fight. He wanted to kill me but you can’t kill what is already dead. I’ve lost everything, Wade. All I have left is my breath, and you can’t take that away from me. I don’t expect to be meeting you any time soon for the World Title again. I understand how things work. I’ll start back at the bottom and work my way back up to the top where I belong.
Livewire: Jeff Purse and Chelsea Armstrong have parted ways with the WCF after One, and I truly wish them the best in whatever it is that they decide to do, but if any of you thought that the Livewire was going to come out here tonight and say the same thing I’m sorry to disappoint you because even though I’m not the World Champion, I’m still a Champion for the people here in the WCF who don’t have anyone to stand up for them.
There are cliques, be it BeachKrew or the veterans who shit on the new guys, even the New Sentinels of Flash, Black and Occulo, though respected and admired have had their fair share of injustice perpetrated by them. There are a majority of us who fight alone, and it doesn’t have to be that way anymore because the Livewire is here to stay!
Maser of Puppets by Metallica plays as Seth Lerch comes out.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, yeah, boo me all you want, you're going to see a lot of me tonight.
Seth Lerch: You know what Gemini Battle?
Zach Davis: That's not even his name anymore!
Seth Lerch: I was going to come out here and tell you the match I've scheduled for you for Fifteen. But that little speech you just made? I'm too fucking sick to even make the announcement!
Booing. Livewire looks annoyed, clearly in no mood to be messed around with.
Seth Lerch: You hate your job so much? Too fucking bad. Deal with it. I don't like dealing with idiotic wrestlers like you every week but you don't see ME complaining! You'll get your match announcement tonight, but you'll have to sit and wait! That is, if I don't change my fucking mind!
With that, Seth leaves.
Freddy Whoa: Livewire isn't making any friends here tonight!
Zach Davis: Not with Seth, anyway.
Zach Davis: We welcome you back to WCF's Sunday Night Slam..
Gravedigger: It's just Slam now, Zach.
Zach Davis: We welcome you back to WCF's Slam.
Freddy Whoa: And it looks like we already have a ring full of some competitors..
Zach Davis: Ahh yes, the battle royal here tonight..
Gravedigger: That's right, this should be good! What's at stake here?
Zach Davis: .. Nothing..
Gravedigger: Oh that's right, but these are winners from a tournament, yes?
Zach Davis: .. Nope, it's just a battle royal..
Gravedigger: Where the winner will get another match to compete for something, right?
Zach Davis: Nope.
Gravedigger: What the hell?!
Zach Davis: Look who it is! It's Doc Henry!
Freddy Whoa: He's my pick to win this battle royal! Always go with experience!
Dr. Feelgood hits the speakers and as the main riff blasts through the arena, Doc, and Master Ryushi emerge on the stage. Looking around, he raises his fists in the air, the crowd cheering wildly as he then leads the way to the ring. Climbing up the steps, he hops the turnbuckle and 'gets loose' with the other opponents in the ring.
Zach Davis: Doc joins La Gama Blanca and Dexter Radcliffe in the ring..
Freddy Whoa: With Loco and Brao Kitt in the ring as well.
Gravedigger: Who is that person right there?
Freddy Whoa: B' Wana Bludde, that's right, they are also in this battle royal!
Zach Davis: And here comes Bad News Benson.. and surprise, surprise, he's pissed off at the world.
Gravedigger: I love this guy! He's great, Zachy!
Freddy Whoa: Why is he so angry? Has anyone figured that out?
Gravedigger: BECAUSE HES IN A STUPID BATTLE ROYAL WHERE THE WINNER DOESNT EVEN GET ANYTHING, FREDDY! YOU'D BE JUST AS PISSED OFF AS HE IS!
Zach Davis: And here comes Rey de Reyes!
Waits a couple seconds to come out the curtain, then pyro explodes. Walks down to the ring slowly enough for the fans to bask in his glory. Slides gracefully into the ring and Climbs the turnbuckle closest to him and lets the fans bask in his glory once again.
Zach Davis: A lot of basking, each and every week.
Gravedigger: Don't be jealous, Zachy, this is a man who is trying to move up the WCF ladder but for some reason Seth Lerch and the powers to be keep holding him down!
Freddy Whoa: This match is official, theres the bell!
DING DING DING!
Zach Davis: Wow! Look out!
Loco is back body dropped over the top rope by Rey De Reyes!
Zach Davis: Reyes eliminates Loco!
Just as that's said, La Gama Blanca is eliminated by Bad News Benson!
Gravedigger: This just in! Bad News for La Gama!
Freddy Whoa: Check the replay as Bad News Benson just throws La Gama Blanca over like it was nothing!
Dexter Radcliffe tries some punches and kicks knocking down a few opponents before being grabbed by Reyes and thrown over the top rope!
Zach Davis: Dexter is gone!
Reyes is shoved into a corner by Bludde! Doc Henry throws Brao Kitt over the top rope, but Kitt hangs on! Doc turns around and is clotheslined by Benson! Reyes ducks Bludde's clothesline in the corner and turns around with a nice sidekick sending Bludde down! Reyes turns around and hits another stiff sidekick to Brao Kitt knocking him off the apron to the mats below!
Zach Davis: Brao Kitt is eliminated!
Gravedigger: Award for worst Star Wars Character Never Casted..
Zach Davis: Oh would you stop it!
Freddy Whoa: Reyes is lookin' good!
Gravedigger: Of course he is, Freddy, he's tired of being held down!
Doc Henry is picked up by Bensen and thrown over the top rope but he hangs on to the ropes and lands on the apron. Henry grabs at Benson and is dragged over the top rope with both of them on the apron!
Zach Davis: This is dangerous for both men!
Gravedigger: How dangerous can it really be, Zach! There is literally nothing at stake here!
Zach Davis: FOR PRIDE, DIGGER! WINS AND LOSSES MEAN A LOT IN WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP FEDERATION AND YOU KNOW IT!
Gravedigger: Oh don't give me that crap, Torture has hardly won and he's facing the World Champion next week on Slam!
Zach Davis: BECAUSE HE BEAT PRICE AND CREEPING DEATH AT ONE! WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Freddy Whoa: Whoaaaaa guys, check this out!
Doc goes for some sort of wild move before being big booted down by Bad News! Doc lands on the apron then bounces off the apron is eliminated! Bad News gets back in the ring and runs full speed at Bludde who just got to their feet and is back body dropped over the top rope to the outside!
Zach Davis: Looks like Bad News is out!
Bad News notices a ref isn't around and slides back in as quick as possible and the sold out arena begin to boo!
Freddy Whoa: Bad News Benson is eliminated I thought?
Zach Davis: He is!
Gravedigger: A ref didn't see it, and so he isn't! You need a ref to state whether you're eliminated or not, Zachy damn it, you know the rules!
Zach Davis: The rules are you go over the top rope, and hit the floor, you're out and he is out!
Gravedigger: We're 35 minutes in, Zach, and you're pissing me off!
Bad News runs and grabs B' Wana Bludde and throws them right over the top rope and to the outside! The ref says Bludde is eliminated!
Zach Davis: Bludde is eliminated but at what cost here?! Because Bad News is out!
Gravedigger: The hell he ain't!
Bad News has the crowd booing as he stomps around the ring still pissed off at god knows what when Reyes grabs him and hits the Rey Cutter!
Zach Davis: The Rey Cutter! The Rey Cutter!
Gravedigger: Oh come on! He wasn't even looking!
Freddy Whoa: It's a battle royal! This can come from anywhere!
Reyes picks up Bad News and gives him some bad news and throws him over the top rope and eliminates him and is the winner!
Gravedigger: Reyes wins! That's my pick!
Zach Davis: Thought you liked Bad News?
Gravedigger: He had sound strategy, but Reyes is tired of being held down and he's showing you why he deserves to win!
Freddy Whoa: Reyes looked strong here tonight in this battle royal.
Gravedigger: He looks strong every night, Freddy, he just needs to system to get behind him and maybe he'll get a push!
Zach Davis: Whatever you say, Digger, but one thing is for sure; Reyes is the winner! We'll be right back on WCF Sunday Night Slam!
Gravedigger: FOR CHRIST SAKE ITS JUST WCF SLAM..
We cut to commercial.
Zach Davis: What a 2016 this is shaping up to be!
Freddy Whoa: With Fifteen just around the corner, this could be the best year yet for the WCF!
The camera turns to focus on the jumbotron which has gone black and begins to display a cryptic message.
Zach Davis: This again?!
THE END IS INEVITABLE, BUT WHAT ABOUT THE BEGINNING?
The screen returns to normal as the audience begins to buzz. Slam goes to commercial.
Suddenly the distinctive heavy distortion of Slayer fills the arena. Their confusing rendition of Henry Mancini's boogie woogie classic blares over the speakers as Lute Boy emerges, followed by Stampy who laughs maniacally. Lute Boy lingers for but a moment before making his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers of the crowd. He keeps his head down, glancing from side to side occasionally as he stands in his corner preparing for his opponent.
Zach Davis: Now its time for the Alchemist's singles debut.
Freddy Whoa: Well he'll have Greybeard in his corner to help him out.
"Roses" by Outkast plays and the Alchemist emerges alone, looking around with an expression of confusion. Alone, he walks slowly to the ring saying, "Where's Greybeard?" occasionally. He struggles his way into the ring and stands across from Lute Boy, looking apprehensive. The referee signals for the bell.
Lute Boy and Alchemist circle for a moment.
Zach Davis: The Alcheist weighs almost twice as much as Lute Boy, but the speed advantage will be huge!
Suddenly, Stampy reaches inside at Al's leg, successfully distracting him. Lute Boy sprints forward and lands a double knee to Al's back. Al crumples down the ropes and into the corner.
Freddy Whoa: The numbers game already coming into play. That was -quick-.
The ref pulls Lute Boy off of Al after repeated stomps. As he does, Stampy lands a couple hard right hands on the outside that send Al rolling toward the middle of the ring. Lute Boy and the referree seperate. Lute Boy grinds his boot into Al's face, once again drawing a reprimand from the official.
Zach Davis: This attack is brutal, nothing technical about it.
Freddy Whoa: I'm wondering why Greybeard isn't out here with Al?
Zach Davis: I don't know, but the Alchemist could really use his help.
Lute Boy locks in an ankle lock on the prone and defenseless Alchemist, really torquing it.
Zach Davis: I don't know if he has the flexibility to get out of this!
Lute Boy wrenches the hold as long as he can, but the Alchemist will not submit. Lute Boy goes to the outside and grabs a chair, sliding it inside and following right after. He grabs it an prepares to smash the Al's face.
Freddy Whoa: I don't think he cares about the dq at this point, he's out for blood!
The referee stops Lute Boy, drawing his ire. While he argues with the ref, Al staggers to his knees. Lute Boy reliquishes the chair but catches a punch to the dick when the ref gets rid of it. Al rolls him up as the ref turns around for the..
A Lute Boy kickout. He beats Al to his feet and begins stomping a mudhole on him once again by the ropes.
Zach Davis: Looks like that low blow was a wakeup call for Lute Boy.
On the outside, Stampy lets out an elephant noise. Lute Boy nods and heads for the apron. He slingshots himself inside and lands a guillotine leg drop on the Alchemist and he looks out.
The bell rings as the referee goes to raise Lute Boy's hand. He jerks it away and begins booting Al once again. The only difference is now Stampy joins him. The bell rings again, but the beating does not stop.
Zach Davis: Where is Greybeard?!
Freddy Whoa: Is anyone gonna come to Al's aid?
The beating continues as the scene fades away.
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd slams its way through the sound system and the arena ignites in an uproarious and antagonistic reaction. Benjamin Atreyu, if his formal attire, makes onto the entrance ramp waving to Team WCF Galaxy. Making his way down the ramp, he reaches out to high-five fans, they all retract their hands, leaving him hanging.
Not letting the fan's sour attitude ruin his positive demeanor, he continues to wave and gesture as he ascends the steps and enters the ring. He moves to one side of the ring and gestures for a microphone, which is then promptly handed to him. As the music dies, so does the crowd's vehemence. After a moment of silence, Benjamin feels safe to talk.
Benjamin Atreyu: Man, was an amazing pay-per-view last week, am I right?! One, an event like no other, was nothing less than an show for the ages. Great competition, back and forth action, suspense, drama. Some men won while others...heh...didn't.
A big ole' grin creeped its way onto Benjamin's face as he took a moment to recall his match against Vengeance. The crowd aired their displeasure, but he waved them off.
Benjamin Atreyu: Now, now. Lets not be sour about how specific matches turned out. You should all be happy that you got to watch such an amazing spectacle take place. With how shaky the management of WCF have been over these last couple years, it is nothing but a testament to pure will that One took place at all, and thank goodness it did, because it was a night of revelations. Specifically for your's truly. See, I learned a lot about myself last night. First, that I'm still just as good as I used to be. I mean, did you see me, its like I never left! Ring-rust nothin'!
Benjamin gave a hearty laugh, clapping for himself before continuing.
Benjamin Atreyu: Second, that there is definitely no love loss between you guys and myself.
The crowd replies, emphatically reaffirming Benjamin's statement.
Benjamin Atreyu: Lastly, that I am not cut out to be your Head of Talent Relations.
A cheer overwhelms the arena. Benjamin shakes his head, showing disappointment in either the fans or himself.
Benjamin Atreyu: That's right. After working diligently and passionately to do what I believed to be best for the company, I'm hanging it up, but don't worry Team WCF Galaxy, you aren't rid of me yet. See, even though, not to brag, I came out the victor at One last week, it is Vengeance who has gained the last laugh. I may be retiring as an appointed official in WCF, but only because I've decided to retake my old spot as a full time competitor! That's right! "God Given Greatness" has returned to the ring!
The audience, who had be reveling in Benjamin quitting as Head of Talent Relations only moments earlier, was now in a furious frenzy to find he was coming back.
Benjamin Atreyu: Aren't you happy?! Vengeance got his wish! He got me to compete again, and now I find myself in a position where I've found a new momentum of sorts. Am I really to just stop it in mid-swing? That would be a waste of not only my victory, but also of Vengeance's humiliating defeat. Hell, that's not even the best part. While some of you think of me as irresponsible enough to just vacate my old spot and leave an emptiness where I had once stood, I demand that you reconsider your image of me. I would never be so foolish as to leave the company hanging, especially when I plan to re-enter the fray. So, in my absence, I have appointed someone to take my place and continue the job I found I was ill-suited to complete. Ladies and gentlemen, say hello to your new Head of Talent Relations...K! L! HENSON!
Boos erupt through the arena as "Grove Walker" by FLOOR BABA hits and out comes K. L. Henson in his characteristic red suspenders, white shirt and navy blue dress pants with mic already in hand and a wide smile of his own. He quickly rolls into the ring and shakes Mr. Atreyu's hand before addressing the crowd.
K. L. Henson: I would like to thank you, Mr. Atreyu for considering me for such an important position in the WCF company. One that I plan to perform to the best of my ability! Though I don't want to confuse anyone. Unlike the ever-so-modest Benjamin Atreyu, I personally feel that the only way I could truly function as such would be to remain a 'talent' for the WCF! I feel that taking part is the only way I can really 'relate' to the talent...what ever that means! Now I may not know one hundred percent what a position like this actually does but I already have big plans! Big big plans! And I can't wait to enact them! But they happen to be so big that I am man enough to admit that it would be difficult to try and do it on my own. BUT NO FEAR! In case two block busting announcements weren't enough tonight, I have one more for ya. For my position and my plans, I need an assistant. And lucky enough for me I have one person specifically in mind who I KNOW will be perfect for the just and has the same wishes and hopes that I do for the WCF Galaxy...Let me introduce to you! My ASSISTANT OF TALENT RELATIONS! KATHERINE PHOENIX!!!!
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Storytime" by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a white low cut blouse, a black tight miniskirt and black leather stiletto heels. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy. The crowd give her a bit of a mixed reaction, however surprisingly most of them appear to be cheering her.
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and immediately climbs up the steel steps and over the bottom rope. She looks around the ring for a moment and eventually points down at K. L. Hensons microphone asking him to pass it to her, which he eventually does. Katherine takes a moment grinning brightly at the crowd as they continue to give her a mixed reaction.
Katherine Phoenix: You know I have to say that this really is proof that dreams really do come true in America!
The crowd pops quite loudly.
Katherine Phoenix: Just the other day I was living out of dumpsters, eating old discarded food and sleeping under... god only knows what... and now here I am in... whereever I am as the Assistant of Talent Relations! Where exactly are we anyway? Truth is I don't even know...
Katherine starts laughing to herself as K. L. Henson whispers in her ear.
Katherine Phoenix: Really that's where we are?! Oh god that place sucks!
A massive wave of boos hit her as she has just insulted the crowds hometown.
Katherine Phoenix: What?! Oh come on don't be like that, surely you all know how awful this place is? You live here! Anyway where was I? So yeah... I am the Assistant of Talent Relations and Koala Lion, I will not let you down. I even have those pictures you asked for earlier...
Katherine winks at K. L. Henson as she passes Benjamin back the microphone.
Benjamin Atreyu: See, ladies and gentlemen. As I'm sure you can see, I couldn't have, in all good conscience, left the WCF to the less-than-capable hands of management who has never fought a single match in this sacred ring of ours. Especially in such an era of chaos where empires are rising and falling at the flip of a coin, it is important that people with experience grasping for those brass rings are in the spots they need to be. Only the best for you folks as well as the boys and girls backstage.
Benjamin has speak over the constant hissing and jeering of the audience.
Benjamin Atreyu: Yell, complain, scream, and fight it all you want. I've made my decision. I haven't listened to you before, what makes you think that's going to change anytime soon? A great majority had never had to go through the trials and pitfalls of working in this industry, and to those of you who have, there is a reason you're out there instead of in this ring. Do you honestly think your opinion is somehow more valuable than mine? That, just because you by the shirts, bought your tickets, made the signs, and tune in every night, that you should have more leverage? You don't elect a brain surgeon to be president. You don't let an economist experiment with nuclear physics. This is common sense. I've spent a great number of years wrestling, and another great number of years running businesses, and in the WRESTLING BUSINESS, that holds a great deal of importance! Hate it if you want, but despite what you WANT, K.L. Henson and Katherine Phoenix are in charge of talent relations, and I'm going back to competing, so deal with it!
"Suicide Penguin" by Schizoid Lloyd blares once more on the sound system as the three individuals vacate the ring, exiting to the backstage area behind the curtain.
The fans are pretty much enjoying the entertainment WCF is providing so far. After returning from commercial, the cameras cut to the announcers, and the locals inhaling the Dunkin Donuts Center can’t wait for the next match to happen.
Zach Davis: Next up for you folks, we have the Television Title Contendership Match featuring two Torneo Cibernetico competitors from One. Andre Holmes facing off against Lucious Starr.
Freddy Whoa: These two were on the same team but it ended up with Andre Holmes being the sole survivor until losing to Bernard Core. Needless to say that both men provided a great performance, and really made an impact at the biggest stage of them all.
Gravedigger: Yeah, Andre lasted longer than Lucious. It’s not a surprise. We’re wasting our time. We know Andre is going to win.
Freddy Whoa: You’re an Andre Holmes fan now?
Gravedigger: I’m a fan of both but every time Andre’s been in singles competition, he wins.
Zach Davis: Lucious Starr might be the surprise.
The lights in the arena immediately dim as the opening sound effects for the introduction of “Relentless” by New Years Day play. The guitar riffs, and drumming explode the crowd out of their seats to cheer on one of the fastest rising stars in WCF. Andre Holmes walks out from the back, the spotlight directly emulating his entire appearance, and the strobe lights dancing around the arena in synchronization to the music’s rhythm. He’s wearing his hoodie, and/or jacket in pure black with “Relentless” drawn across the back of the jacket in a blood graphic design.
Kyle Steel: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall, and it is to determine the number one contender for the WCF Television Championship! Introducing first, hailing from Houston, Texas. At five feet, nine inches, weighing in at 201 pounds. He is “RELENTLESS” ANDRE HOLMES!
After raising his arms in the air, pausing his stance in the middle of his entrance path, a flash of white fireworks spread in the air in a parallel fashion simultaneously. He keeps walking down to the ring, interacting with a few fans, and even hugging a little kid on the way.
Gravedigger: If you are looking for a new talent who has great in-ring performance, a great gimmick, stands out easily, and championship experience with Hall of Fame. Andre Holmes is the one to look at. This man has defeated Roland Von Erich, Rage Maxx, and even a veteran, Dexter Radcliffe.
Zach Davis: There’s no doubt that Andre Holmes has captured a lot of attention in WCF, and is known for speaking his mind in his WCF Exclusive videos.
Freddy Whoa: Yeah, and now he has to face Lucious Starr who has been equally on the rise since his step in WCF. Remember when the news broke, he’s been blasted through the social media like crazy by our top talent.
Andre stood in the ring, and awaited his opponent. The lights brightened the arena once again, and he was working hard for his little warm up. Instantly, “The Greatest” by Futuristic blasted through the arena’s silence along with the pouring rain of heat from the crowd. Lucious Starr walks out from the back in his ring attire with a black open vest over his body, and the signature cross chain piece hanging down from his neck. He stares at the crowd, and points down to Andre Holmes who wants nothing more to beat him to a blood pulp.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent, hailing from Akron, Ohio. At six feet, three inches tall. Weighing in at 263 pounds, “Hades’ Avenger”, LUCIOUS STARR!
Gravedigger: Lucious Starr the supposedly legend that stepped into the WCF, and immediately got a social media backlash from the locker room.
Freddy Whoa: If you read carefully, Andre Holmes was one of the few who didn’t appreciate his so called news breaking out. This match has some bad blood between them already.
Lucious hops onto the apron, and then hops over the top rope into the ring. He takes off his chain, and open vest before tossing it outside the ring. Standing tall on the middle rope, the crowd are not happy with this newcomer but all he can think about is that Television title for next week. With both men in the corner, everything ready for the match. Here we go!
Ding Ding Ding!
Andre, and Lucious start circling the ring. Both men keeping an eye on each other, none breaking contact. The crowd is chanting “Lets Go Holmes” while in response is “F**k you Lucious”. Ending the space between them, they lock up. Both men are tied in a collar, and elbow. However, Lucious barges Andre’s back against the turnbuckles in the nearest corner, and brushes his hands across his face. The referee counts up till three until Lucious slaps him, and that angers the hell out of Andre.
Gravedigger: A slap to the face by Lucious, and Andre is smirking?!
Andre walks out from the corner, and meets up with Lucious awaiting him in the center. They both lock up, and Lucious barges him again into the same corner. The referee is forced to continue the same count, and it's broken at the four count. Lucious tries to repeat the same slap but Andre utilizes his speed to duck under the right arm, and switch the tides on his own opponent. Lucious is struck with multiple Roundhouse kicks into the chest, each shot stinging him harder, and harder. Tired with the same onslaught, he is forced to sit down on the middle turnbuckle. Andre runs to the corner facing Lucious, and rebounds off the buckles to lariat his arm down into the chest of Lucious. He falls down seated in the corner, and then is met with a knee into his face after Andre bounced his back off the opposing corner turnbuckles again.
Freddy Whoa: “Trapped in the Corner”. One of Andre’s trademark moves. A combination of a Corner Lariat, and a Corner Knee. You gotta appreciate him using his striking, and also his speed against the heavier opponent.
Gravedigger: Agreed. However, Lucious is not going to go down that easy so he needs to stay on him.
He follows up with multiple stomps into his chest, and Lucious is still fighting his way back to his feet. Andre runs into the ropes behind him, and rebounds to deliver a Running elbow into his cheek, only pushing him down into the ropes. Lucious hangs onto the top rope to prevent him from falling, and Andre repeats the same motion by springing off the ropes again to Drop kick his body out of the ring. He falls onto his hands, and knees, and Andre is seeing red.
Zach Davis: I think Andre is ready to fly, and he’s ready to sore!
When Lucious stand, Andre zooms through the middle, and bottom rope for the Heat Seeking Missle but he’s caught in the arms of his opponent with a sick sadistic expression on his face. Lucious drives the spine of Andre over the apron edge, and then carries his stunned body to barrage the back into the steel post before dropping him down the steel steps like a broken toy.
Freddy Whoa: Jesus christ! He just massacred his back. Andre’s literally in pain beyond his wildest dreams.
The crowd is really against Lucious, and now Andre is the one who is in serious trouble. The referee has already counted up to five, and he’s rolled into the ring by Starr. Lucious rolls in afterwards, and goes for the first pin attempt of the match.
Andre kicks out from the pin, and even doing that caused more pain in his back. Lucious helped him back up to his feet, and bent him over after driving a knee into his ribs. He constantly clubbed Andre to his chest with multiple forearms in the spine, and then ran to the ropes behind him. The added velocity to his sprint was enough force to plant all his body weight into Andre’s back with a Senton drop of his own. Holmes yelled out, and panicked around the ring as the torture began. Another pin attempt was made by Lucious.
He kicked out yet again, and Lucious started to get frustrated.
Gravedigger: Give or take. Andre’s heart goes unquestioned by anyone. Lucious has the controlling of the pace, and that’s an advantage to the fast, and high actioned wrestler Holmes is.
Zach Davis: It’s a great match up. You have a Technical High-Flyer against a Hardcore Brawler.
Lucious digged his elbow into the spine, and Andre kept screaming from the pain induced. In the meantime, he picked up Andre, and launched him so quickly into the corner that he was floored by even the overwhelming impact of hitting his back into the turnbuckles. Lucious backed up into the opposing corner, and held onto each side of the top rope.
Crowd: NO! NO! NO!
Andre was back on his feet, and Lucious bursts from the corner to collide his body into him. That was the case until he swooped out of the way, and Starr crashed into the corner chest first. The impact rebounded him into the center of the ring, wobbly legs, and a stunned gesture on his face. Andre quickly ran past Lucious, and hopped onto the middle rope to springboard himself backwards in the air with a Moonsault to land on his opponent. He was caught, and held over the right shoulder of Lucious until spinning his body around to drive Lucious down to the mat with a Tornado DDT.
Zach Davis: Tornado DDT! Lucious is down on the mat!
Andre quickly hopped onto his chest, and went for the pin attempt.
Lucious easily kicked out, and was still in the match. The crowd cheered as loud as their can, their praise, and support to the man who's been with them since day one. Now Andre gets back up firstly, and he’s leaning forward as the pain from his back is really affecting him. Lucious stands on his knees, and Andre decided to take it to the grave. Back to back kicks into the chest, and he’s nearly toppling over.
Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes!
Andre backs up, and yells out to the crowd.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes the finish, the Tornado Kick!
He spins around, and takes off with his other leg in the spinning motion. Lucious caught the leg in his right pit, and quickly Andre was hopping on one leg. One mistake was made. Starr spun Andre around, and gave him the extra velocity to deliver that blow into his temple with that Tornado Kick. The impact was heard all around the arena, and now he dropped to his right knee. Andre quickly rushed behind him to the ropes, and rebounded only to be floored down again with a vicious Superkick into the jaw. He timbered for a moment, and collapsed along with Lucious tired from the multiple head, and chest strikes.
Freddy Whoa: Both men are down, and now it seems they are at an equal.
Zach Davis: They have to give it their all. This is for the Television Title contendership. One man has the chance of becoming the next Television Champion next week!
Both men get back up on their feet, and Lucious strikes Andre first with a forearm. Due to the power behind it, he was nearly toppled over. Instead, he screamed, and delivered a hard blow into the elbow of Lucious. It stung him for a while, and then returned the favor with a hard elbow again. Andre dropped into the ropes, and rebounded to deliver a Running Yakuza Kick into the head that significantly punished Lucious into the canvas with the significant force to bring his heavier weight down.
Gravedigger: Yakuza Kick! Are we going to see it?! Is this it?!
Zach Davis: He’s climbing the top rope for sure, this is going to be the Phoenix Splash.
Perched on the top rope, Andre leaped backwards into the air. He corkscrewed his body into a 450 motion flip only to land on his feet as somehow Lucious slipped away. The harsh landing forced him into a safety roll back up again, and he didn’t wanted to waste any chances. He charged straight into Lucious, and was popped into the air to catch his body seated on his shoulders, and smash the back of his neck with a Pop-Up Powerbomb.
Freddy Whoa: He’s done! That impact, the way his head even bounced off the landing. Please, stop it right there.
The pin was made for the shoulders, and the referee had no choice but to count.
Andre lifted up a shoulder off the mat, and using both his legs, he turned him over into a more Elevated Crab submission that really put down the force on his back. He was trapped in the center, and now in more serious pain.
Zach Davis: “I Claim Your Soul” signature submission maneuver is locked in! Using the weight, Andre has nowhere to go. What will he do?!
The referee is constantly asking Andre if he wants to call the match but he’s shaking his head, and yelling “NO” at the top of his lungs. Lucious is demanding this match be over but the referee is instructing him that he will not submit. Surprisingly, Lucious gets a little too overconfident, and turns himself over to the original position he was. His chin is met with multiple up kicks that forces him off Holmes, and now he’s stepped back with some space. Lucious is preparing, and it might be the end of the match.
Freddy Whoa: Lucious is ready, the look in his eyes says it all. He’s calling for Hell’s Wrath!
Of course he does, Lucious quickly takes Andre by the head, and holds him in that Suplex position before lifting him vertically in the air. His back lands across the shoulders, and Lucious starts to really torque down even more pain. The Hell’s Wrath was locked in, and Andre’s body is becoming lifeless.
Gravedigger: It’s over. Andre’s done for. He’s taken everything on his back, and now the torture is going to make him pass out.
The referee keeps checking for a response on Holmes, and his arm was lifted. It dropped down limpfully. The other arm was checked again twice, and dropped down without any control. The third time it was lifted, and it continued to bash Lucious in the face with multiple elbows despite being bent in half.
Freddy Whoa: How is he still alive?! What kind of man is Andre?!
Lucious needed to finish this so in an attempt to flip him off, Andre activated his high-flying abilities to sit down in an Electric Chair on his shoulders, and flip him backwards onto his neck in a Reverse Frankensteiner. The landing was brutal, and Lucious stood his knees stunned, and dizzy by the harsh crash. Unfortunately, it didn’t end there when he got Superkicked in the jaw knocking him clean, and out from the Thrust Kick.
Zach Davis: Thrust Kick! Thrust Kick! That’s it! Here’s the pin!
Ding Ding Ding!
Kyle Steel: Here is your winner, and the official number one contender for the Television Championship, “Relentless” ANDRE HOLMES!
Andre was on the mat, and he was sweating like crazy. He could barely stand after all the damage was targeted to the back, and somehow he pulled it off.
Gravedigger: You have to give Andre credit, he went through Hell, and still managed to afford another victory on his resume.
Freddy Whoa: This victory was not just another one, this was his ticket to possibly becoming our next Television Champion.
Zach Davis: A great display from both men, and now we move onto commercial.
Kyle Steel: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL...
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: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown... weighing three hundred and twenty-five pounds... VENGEANCE!
Zach Davis: Vengeance is one big, scary guy.
Freddy Whoa: Wouldn't want to meet him in a dark alley, that's for sure.
Gravedigger: Don't worry, he wouldn't be able to see you in a dark alley, unless you smi--
Zach Davis: Moving right along!
Arena goes black as 4 Rustic Horses by Marilyn Manson starts to play over the PA. An explosion and bright blinding white light explodes from the ring corners. KL Henson appears at the top of the ramp, followed by Patrilli, and then Armand Fontaine. One noticable difference is that Patrilli's head is shaved bald. Patrilli and Fontaine follow Henson to the ring.
Kyle Steel: And his opponent, accompanied to the ring by KL HENSON and ARMAND FONTAINE... weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... PATRILLI!
Patrilli appears enraged upon hearing his name. Henson hops into the ring and grabs the mic from Steel.
KL Henson: Patrilli? Who is Patrilli? His name... is Mr. Holden.
Patrilli appears to be calmed by the announcement of his new name. He retreats to his corner as Henson gives him a pre-match talk.
DING DING DING
Freddy Whoa: That was bizarre. Patrilli with a new look and everything.
Gravedigger: Hey-- new look, new attitude, right?
Zach Davis: Patrilli... or, Mr. Holden I guess we are calling him now, some would say he has been brainwashed by KL Henson.
Gravedigger: And some would say you're an idiot, and Mr. Holden's got a great man to manage him and further his career. Good for him.
The two men circle each other for a few moments before locking up. Vengeance quickly overpowers Mr. Holden, wrenching his arm and then clubbing it with his other arm. Holden lunges forward but Vengeance side steps and shoves him into the corner, before hitting him with knife edge chops, several in succession.
Zach Davis: No denying Vengeance's power, that's for sure.
Gravedigger: Those chops are like getting hit with a baseball bat right in the chest, over and over.
Vengeance pulls Holden out of the corner and hits a scoop slam, followed by a leg drop, and he makes the cover.
Freddy Whoa: No! Barely a one count.
As Vengeance climbs off of Holden, Holden grabs his leg and holds on, causing Vengeance to fall forward onto the mat. Vengeance catches himself, and boots Holden in the head with the other foot. Holden rolls away and they both hit their feet at the same time. Vengeance with a running clothesline-- Holden ducks, Vengeance spins around and gets caught by a dropkick! Vengeance is reeling, Holden another dropkick, sends Vengeance down onto one knee. Holden rebounds off the ropes-- running knee to Vengeance's head!
Freddy Whoa: That's one way to bring a big man down, take his head off!
Patrilli drops an elbow, and another-- he pulls Vengeance up, shoves him away and then snaps off a super kick! Vengeance drops flat on his back.
Freddy Whoa: Whoa!
Zach Davis: That could be it, Vengeance has got to be seeing stars right now! Here's the cover!
Gravedigger: Vengeance powers out at two!
Holden rolls to his feet. He kicks Vengeance as he slowly gets up. Holden with another kick to Vengeance's side. Vengeance gets to his feet, Holden with another kick, but it's caught! Holden goes for the enzuigiri spot, but Vengeance ducks it-- Holden falls face-first, but Vengeance grabs him around the waist, steadies himself and destroys Holden with a German suplex.
Zach Davis: What a counter by the big man!
Gravedigger: He's not just "the big man". He's tough, he's experienced. He's versatile when he needs to be. Vengeance is not someone to be taken lightly.
Zach Davis: That's not what I said, Digger, or even implied.
Vengeance whips Holden to the ropes... sidewalk slam on the return. He stomps Holden a few times before pulling him off the mat by the neck--
Freddy Whoa: Uh-oh... CHOKESLAM!
Vengeance pins Holden, hooking the leg.
Freddy Whoa: Patrilli-- rather, Mr. Holden kicks out!
Vengeance gets up, waiting for Holden. Holden gets to a knee, Vengeance charges with a big boot-- he connects, sending Holden through the ropes to the outside. Vengeance exits the ring, dropping down off the apron. As Vengeance approaches Holden, KL Henson creeps up behind him.
Zach Davis: Watch out Vengeance!
However, Henson only moves towards Holden, checking on his protege. Vengeance begins to threaten Henson, telling him to get out of the way.
Gravedigger: Armand Fontaine is just quietly off to one side. I don't think he's said a word or moved an inch this entire match.
Zach Davis: The ref begins a ten count.
Henson finally moves away from Holden. Vengeance goes to grab him...
But Holden with a thumb in the eye! Vengeance rears back, Holden grabs him and slams his head into the guardrail.
Gravedigger: That's right kid! Do what you gotta do to survive!
Holden whips Vengeance into the apron, and then begins rolling him back into the ring.
Zach Davis: Holden realizes the seconds are winding down...
Holden and Vengeance are both back in the ring.
Freddy Whoa: No countout, they're gonna finish this thing in the ring.
Holden pulls Vengeance to his feet and hits him with a right hand, and another. Holden with a roundhouse kick to Vengeance's gut, causing him to double over...
Zach Davis: Holden's trying to lift Vengeance-- is he really going to try this?!
Gravedigger: I think he's going for the Eraser!
Holden lifts Vengeance on his shoulders...
Freddy Whoa: NO! Vengeance slips out!
Vengeance drops behind Holden and grabs his head with both arms-- double-arm DDT!
Zach Davis: LIGHTS OUT!
Gravedigger: You guys know what's next.
He pulls up Holden into a standing headscissors...
Zach Davis: LAST RITES!
And crushes him with the jackknife powerbomb!
Freddy Whoa: It's a wrap.
DING DING DING
"The Vengeful One" by Disturbed hits the PA once again.
Freddy Whoa: Vengeance picks up the win here tonight!
Gravedigger: Holden put up a hell of a fight, and we're all interested to see what KL Henson has up his sleeve and what it has to do with Patrilli. But tonight, Vengeance picks up the victory.
Vengeance raises his arms in victory as KL Henson checks on Holden.
The lights dim as "Turtle Power" by Partners in Kryme hits the PA.
"TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES!"
Green strobelights shower the arena. When the rap kicks in, the members of TMNT Security, Diablo "D-LO C-LO" Calzone and Maurice "Fish Dick" Zangles, appear at the entranceway with the newest addition to their ranks, Colin "The Fire" Marshall, at their side. D-LO pauses at the top of the ramp and sneers into the camera lens from behind his red Ninja Turtle mask. Maurice flexes his muscles while a sparkly pyrotechnics display shoots off behind the trio. Marshall hoots and hollers, taunting to the fans while pumping up his teammates, all the while a confident smile is plastered on his face.
They stride to the ring in lockstep, with Marshall condemning the fans for booing his team, while the ultra-determined Calzone and Zangles keep their eyes focused on the ring.
Zach Davis: This is a huge, HUGE opportunity for these three men right here.
Gravedigger: You're not kidding, Miggal. These three men are mere moments away from embarking upon the biggest match of their respective careers as they prepare to do battle with "The God-Fodduh of Professional Rasslin'" Robert Herk-a-lee Cairo for that Dub-Zee-Eff HorrorGORE Champ-YUM-ship. I've held that belt many times, Miggal. Bled and sweat and damn near died for it. In my humble opinion I am the greatest to ever wear it. But Cairo is a true legend in his own right, and he's not going to let the three-on-one odds that he's facing tonight stop him from taking care of that uberthick bidness that only he can do.
Freddy Whoa: Legend or not, and the man certainly is one, he's one week out from a hellacious battle with ZMAC at ONE, in which he had to give ZMAC a taste of that Thick Chin Music off a hellacoppuh in order to finally pin The Coked Up Mad Man. Now that kinda war has gotta take it's toll, John.
Gravedigger: Yeah it does, but you know what? This man Cairo, this legend, he's got all the tools of the trade on his side. That high octane medicinal shit? You seen them cornfields out there in Colorado, Miggal. And Bubby wuddn't growin corn, ya heard?
Zach Davis: And we saw these three men attempt to burn Cairo's crop to the ground just the other day in video footage that aired exclusively on DubSeaEff-dot-cum. A truly despicable act. I, for one, cannot imagine what they were thinking, butt 4chan it Lee the irrigation system at Cairo's compound was able to thwart off the worst laid plans of the TMNT crew.
Gravedigger: Miggal, from what I've herd, 99.8% of the crop was saved, but that still leaves 0.2% dat deez lil niggles smoked up for free. You know Bubby gonna make em pay for dat 2nite.
Freddy Whoa: There was also damage to the Champagne Room inside of the mansion.
Gravedigger: Yes, Miggal, yes. An American tragedy not witnessed since 9/11. Much poon was scarred beyond smashing. Had to be tossed out like the babeh with the bathwater. Hurrible shits. Jus hurrible.
The ominous cowbell of anarchy hits the PA system and the crowd jumps to its feet and begins to chant--
Crowd: BOB-B! BOB-B! BOB-B!
"Killing in the Name" by Rage Against the Machine kicks into gear. A spotlight singles out "The Godfather of Professional Wrestling" Bobby Cairo as he makes his way through the crowd. The fans react with a loud cheer and chant even louder--
Crowd: BOB-B! BOB-B! BOB-B!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! Bob-buh just snuck up behind TMNT Security and he's wailing on them with that Poon Guinean walking thick of his! He's wearin dem muddafukks out!
Crowd: BOB-B! BOB-B! BOB-B!
Cairo cracks D-LO C-LO over the skull with his adamantium thick, then uplifts the trajectory and pops D-LO right in the gonads. D-LO howls in pain and drops to his knees, clutching both testicles with them Brooklynian clobberin' paws o' his. Cairo jus seizes that opening and wallops D-LO over the head once moe, turnin' dat mofo's lights out.
Zach Davis: "The Lunatic Fringe" Diablo Calzone is being taken to the woodshed by the "Father of God" Robert Cairo! I don't think any of us expected this.
Gravedigger: Zangles and Marshall are beginning to recover their bearings. They're circling Cairo now, circlin' like SHAAAAHKS. Smart. That's very smart. Use the numbers game to yer advantage, gentlemen! You want dat HorrorGORE strap? You gotta JEWcify this man, this god amongs men!
Zach Davis: "The Big Dog" Maurice Zangles just snuck up from behind the THICKfadduh and wrapped both of those ginormous Danish hands a'his around Cairo's neck! And now we see "The Architect of TMNT Security" Colin Marshall climbing the rope-- could this be? YES! The Shaker Maker! They hit it!! We could have an upset!
Freddy Whoa: The ref hadn't even run the bell yet doe! This match hasn't even officially started!
Stanley Moses, in his haste to instill a sense of decorum to the proceedings, was too busy trying to get everybody separated before the match to actually ring the bell. But finally Manly Stanley says fuck it and rings the bell. He knew this shit was gonna end up a shit-show reGAHDless and he resigned himself to that fact.
Marshall and Zangles both make the cover on Cairo.
Zach Davis: Godfather gets the shoulder up! Broad Poon Guinean shoulders of Uzbeki origin! How many bitches you think Cairo can dead lift on them shoulders?
Gravedigger: Shit, son, you thinkin about his shoulders? I'm thinkin about how much poon he dead lift with a single thick. Foe-fye-hunnid-pounds in a single shot?
Freddy Whoa: ZMAC do more dan dat doe, John.
Gravedigger: ZMAC also be smashin dem Bee-Bee-Dubs. Now dat ain't eggzacklee Cairo's forte now is it, Miggal?
Zangles shoots Cairo into the ropes and he and Marshall go high-low on some Total Elimination clap trap, the "you kick him in the face with some spinning shit while I kick him in the cock with my spinning shit" maneuver. Zangles and Marshall cover Bubby again.
Zach Davis: NO! The thick has too much powuh left. It ain't T-U-R-T-L-E POWUH butt it do what it do!
Gravedigger: Do the Dew, his children. Nevuh let da Dew do you.
Freddy Whoa: Baja Blast or Game Fuel?
Zach Davis: Ehh... Code Red.
Gravedigger: Livewiyah.... the uh, bevridge, dat is. Not da Gemini Battle/Grayson Pierce wuheva.
D-LO C-LO has finally recovered from his ruptured testicles.
Gravedigger: They grew back?
D-LO is on his feet and throwing haymakers at his mentor and father while Zangles and Marshall hold Cairo in place.
Diablo Calzone: BOOM! That's for never being there on my birthday! POW! That's for never showing up to my Little League games! BANG! That's for fuckin' all my gurlfrens when I was in high school!
Colin Marshall: Bubby, you did dat shit, holmes? Das fukked up yo!
Calzone, Marshall and Zangles all put the clobbering paws to Cairo, roughing him up about the face and torso before they turn to the boots, stomping him to the ground and then walkin that mudhole dry.
Zach Davis: TMNT Security is a united force and the HorrorGORE Champ-YUM is in a whirled of hurt!
Gravedigger: Yah, butthurt maybe. Did you hear Bob-buh crying before the match about how it's unfair that it got changed from a two-on-one to a three-on-one at the last minute after it was announced that Marshall had joined TMNT Security?
Zach Davis: No, actually. I didn't hear that at all.
Freddy Whoa: Yah, same here. I don't remember hearing that. He actually seemed eager to whoop all three guys' asses.
Gravedigger: I got sauces dammit! Sauces for dippin that gooey cheesy Diablo Calzone into.
Whoa pulls a king-sized Snickers bar from out of his munchies stash and hands it to Digger.
Freddy Whoa: Here ya go, Gravey. Eat a Snickers. You're not yourself when you're hungry.
Cairo kips up to his feet and enjoys a momentary flurry, doin flippy lookin ninja kicks to all three members of T-SEC.
Crowd: BOB-B! BOB-B! BOB-B!
But his momentum is short lived. He's walloped by a Reigns--er, a Zangles Superman punch and cut down in his path before he can build any substantive momentum.
Marshall slides out of the ring and grabs a table. He slides the table into the ring and sets it up with help from Zangles. D-LO grabs a can or turPOONtine from under the ring and douses the wooden folding table with the flammable liquid before lighting it ablaze with the gold Zippo that he stole from Cairo's trousers in the locker room before the match.
Zach Davis: That table's on FIYAH!
Gravedigger: Sing it, Alicia! YES, BABYGURL!
Freddy Whoa: OH WHOAS! It looks like they setting up Bubby for the Triple POWUHbomb! The T-U-R-T-L-E POWUHbomb!
The three T-SEC members hoist Bobby's lifeless body into mid air whilst The Lunatic Fringe says his farewell to his soon to be dearly departed Da-Da.
Diablo Calzone: Goodbye, Father! I told you I would send you straight to Hell! Say hello to Scarecrow for me! Hahahahaha!
Bobby's lifeless body KURRRRR RASHES through the fiery table with a thunderous aplomb. The crowd goes silent in shock and awe. D-LO's maniacal expression speaks a thousand words, his smile brimming from ear to ear.
Diablo Calzone: It's ovuh! It's ovuh! The God-Faddah is dead!
Zach Davis: He kicked out! Bob-BUH kicked out! He kips to his feet!
AWWWWWWW KAAAAAAAAAAAAY ROOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW OUTTA NOWAH!
Gravedigger: Down goes Zangles!
THICK KICK OUTTA SUMWAH!
Freddy Whoa: Marshall just got sent ovah da top rope!
SPINE BUSTAH! SPINE BUSTAH!
Zach Davis: D-LO's down! He's down! Cairo's stalking him now like the alpha male lion stalking his prey on the Sahara plains!
Bobby Cairo: Get da fawk up ya punkazz jobbuh muddafukka!
A dazed D-LO stumbles to his feet. He charges Bobby. Cairo reacts instinctively and catches D-LO with the wrist clutch EXPLODUH outta U-KNO-WAH!
Zach Davis: Wrist clutch exploduh wit duh THICK! Bobby calls that his Mazel Tov COCKtail! He covers D-LO! Will this be it?!
Zach Davis: He did it! Bobby wins! He retains that Dub-ZEE-Eff HorrorGORE strap in his first defense!
Gravedigger: Unbelievable CUMback by da GawdBobbeh! He looked dead to rites but he was jus playin possum the entire time!
Freddy Whoa: Look at Bubby go! He motorboatin all dem big tittied bitches in the front row!
The members of TMNT Security collectively regroup outside of the ring, sulking after their hardfought defeat.
Zach Davis: These men, these brave souls, have nothing to be ashamed of. They took the fight directly to North America's most feared drug lord and they came within an eyelash of capturing the most prestigious belt that this company has to offer. That's something to be proud of right there.
Gravedigger: Only in your world would being a loser be something to be proud of, Miggal.
“The Mysterious Pantheon Theme” hits the PA, and the crowd goes.. wild? Sort of. There’s a lot of Corey Black fans left, but after the last few weeks, some have soured on him. Nevertheless, Corey walks out from the backstage area wearing a black suit. Black undershirt, black tie, the whole nine. With his head down he slowly walks to the ring, slides in and reveals tombstones have been set up bearing the name of every other member of the “Packtheon” group he formed. Corey has a microphone, and as soon as the theme fades, he brings it to his mouth.
Corey Black: It’s been three - three and a half years now, my name has been attached to Pantheon. I did it because I wanted to help the next crop of talent in WCF achieve greatness, and most of them did exactly that. Jonny Fly, Jeff Purse, Steve Orbit, Jayson Price to an extent I guess, Kid Phantasm, they’re all names that will go down in WCF history as some of the best of the best. It was a pleasure to rub elbows with such men. But then it all changed. In a world where you can’t trust anyone, I put my faith into these men and one by one they all put a knife in my back. I didn’t just live Pantheon, I bled for it, too. By the hands of my peers, they all plunged a blade into me all because they thought they ‘outgrew’ Pantheon. There is no ‘outgrowing’ the best of the best.
The crowd doesn’t really know what to make of this situation whatsoever. They’re not sitting on their hands but they aren’t reacting either way.
Corey Black: When the time came, I took the reigns of the stable. Why would I let something I helped build die? I gathered some of the best and brightest young wrestlers I could, and once again, one by one, they all – metaphorically, this time – put the knife in me. Former World Champion Jay Omega, gone. The BEST Internet Champion WCF will ever see Alex Richards, gone. Jayson Price, may as well be dead to me, ol’ Creeping Death seems to like him enough, but that guy is a prick. Chelsea and Jeff, both put themselves out there before they were ready and they’re on the shelf for what could be ever. And who could forget Scarecrow? My crown jewel, the guy that reminded me of myself so much – taken away all too soon. The one guy that didn’t end up fucking me over in the end because he was fucking murdered. Do you know how that feels? Seriously? You surround yourself with people you trust, and one that doesn’t screw you over is the one that died, potentially haunting us all. Unbelievable.
Corey looks to the tombstones. Jay Omega, Jeff Purse, Chelsea Armstrong, Alex Richards. CD lays Scarecrow’s tombstone on the mat, face up.
Corey Black: I put myself out there for these people and the best they could do is run away. I took all the bullshit about Pantheon never being what it could be, knowing full well we could have been better, and they couldn’t take the heat. They weren’t ready for the main event. That’s my fault. I should have chosen better wrestlers.
At this point, the crowd is sort of booing, there’s a couple favorites in there that Corey is trashing.
Corey Black: Boo me? You, the people that cheer when I pull out a gigantic blade to cut a man with, you boo because I’m telling the truth? You’re just as flakey as Pantheon was.
One by one, Corey kicks over the rest of the tombstones. The next more angrier than the last.
Corey Black: Pantheon as you knew it is dead as of this moment. There is nobody else worthy enough of the name. From here on in, I, the King of All Wrestlers, am now THE Pantheon.
As Black pauses inside the ring… ”300 Violin Orchestra” hits over the PA system.
Zach Davis: OH SHIT! HERE WE GO!
Freddy Whoa: WHOA!
In what certainly should be considered a strange occurrence, the crowd explodes into cheers.
Gravedigger: Jonny Fly is here! Corey Black does not look pleased with this development.
Freddy Whoa: After last week, I can’t blame him. This is the last person he wants to be interrupted by right now.
Fly immediately steps out onto the stage, a microphone in hand. He stares down toward the ring, locking eyes with Black.
The scene continues as such for several suspense building seconds. Slowly Fly lifts the microphone to his lips.
Jonny Fly: ARE YOU FUC….
Fly’s words trail off as the crowd continues to cheer. He pauses for a moment, to take in the rare applause. He begins again, but this time he’s a more reserved.
Jonny Fly: You know what, this is a new low for you CD. You get your ass handed to you a week ago in the biggest show of the year, and now you’re out here talking about Pantheon? My friend…look around…
The camera shows shots of the crowd. Black cautiously scans the audience as well, not sure where Fly is going with his comments.
Jonny Fly: Read the signs. Feel the mood. Nobody wants you here. Certainly nobody wants to hear you ramble on about Pantheon.
This is ridiculous. EVERYONE KNOWS Pantheon is dead. Every_single_wrestler who was around at the time knew it died when I left. You are literally just filling air time right now. Corey Black, Creeping Death himself, filling time on Slam just to try and nudge his way under lights that have long turned away from him.
The comment gets a pop from the crowd.
Jonny Fly: There it is, brother. Reality. It’s all around you. Look again.
We scan the audience once more. We see signs for Wade Moor, Dune, Joey Flash, Howard Black, Gemini Battle, and more. We even see signs for Bobby Cairo, Torture, and even Fly himself. There is no Corey Black signage. No little kids wearing face paint. No teenagers or young adults with replica machetes. Black, though, refuses to look.
Jonny Fly: You’ve fought it for so long, CD. You’ve had people like me around to mask your inabilities. But that’s long gone. All you have left at your side is an old gimmick and Jayson Price. Tell me, when you started this career well over a decade ago, did you ever think it would come to this? The old warrior at its end with only PRICE at your side? I tend to find that hilarious. The guy you’ve loved to hate for so long is the only dumb motherfucker still at your side.
Fly smirks, pausing for a moment before continuing.
Jonny Fly: This last year has destroyed you. You’ve spent the last twelve months basejumping without a parachute. Rock bottom should have been last week…but here you are, still alive..sort of, and still boring everyone with a bunch of nonsense. When does it end? Tell me…tell everyone…right now…why do you insist on being here? You can’t wrestle anymore. That’s a fact. You can’t ‘teach’ people, we learned that over the last year and a half. You’re alter ego just joined the expansive list of Flyjobbers. Your boyfriend, Price, will probably be in another coma by springtime. What’s left?
Fly brings the microphone down. It looks like he’s about to give way to Black, but quickly begins talking once more.
Jonny Fly: Oh, and save that stump speech about ‘loving’ WCF and all that bullshit. Nobody gives a fuck. Last month you were torturing people. Your time of playing the noble good guy has long passed. Yeah, you helped build this place. But no, nobody gives a fuck anymore. From one part-timer to another, find a new hobby. Go collect swords or some shit. Spend some of that money you’ve been getting that you haven’t earned in five years. End this charade, CD. Move on. Get the fuck off my television.
…and now Fly is done. But Corey Black is not. He responds.
Corey Black: Get the fuck off YOUR television, Jonny? Tell me, what makes you think this is yours? Because you can beat Jayson Price and Creeping Death in a tag match – where Torture got the fucking pin on Price? Because you can beat me on some random-ass Wednesday Night show that nobody ever gave a shit about? WCF isn’t big enough for the both of us anymore, ‘brother.’ You were there when Creeping Death made your true brother wish his ancestors were never brought to this land on a shitty little boat, you know goddamn well this ring is MINE. And I never want you in it again. You want me off ‘your’ television, I want you out of ‘my’ ring. Forever.
Zach Davis: What is Corey saying?
Corey Black: At Fifteen, I want to be the man that makes it so you never step foot in here again. Corey Black verses Jonny Fly. LOSER. LEAVES. WRESTLING. CHAMPIONSHIP. FEDERATION.
A collective gasp from the crowd and commentators, the mere thought of losing one of these men is insane to fathom. On the stage, Jonny’s face tells the story. He’s confused and intrigued all at once. A hand to the chin, pacing back and forth once. He stops.
Jonny Fly: Do you want death metal played at your funeral?
One simple sentence, Jonny drops the mic and walks to the back. Corey Black, in the ring, fired up beyond belief. He drops his mic and paces back and forth himself.
Gravedigger: I – I think Jonny Fly accepted! Corey Black verses Jonny Fly is set for Fifteen, and if that wasn’t huge enough – the loser will never wrestle for Wrestling Championship Federation again!
As we come back from commercial Gravedigger is admiring a calendar, sighing dreamily.
Zach Davis: What're you looking at there, Gravedigger?
Gravedigger: NEVER YOU MIND!
The camera shifts over the tron as “Kill The Lights” by The Birthday Massacre hits the P.A.
Zach Davis: And we have a Television Championship match!
Freddy Whoa: It was announced earlier this week that the mysterious Celeste would be challenging for Dustin Beaver's TV Championship after her impressive victory against Dexter Radcliffe at One!
Celeste takes the walk up to the ring like a model takes to a runway. Her feet stride with effortless confidence, her chin tilted upwards and shoulders pushed back elongate her neck and expose her jugular to tempt , to dare her appointment to either kiss or mangle her throat. Not a drop of sweat escapes her pours, no fear beats within her breast, almost as if she were not human but a divine creation. She removes her over-sized shades only moments before slinking under the rope, with an elegance so captivating it is hypnotic.
Gravedigger: I'm uh...I'm getting a little hot guys.
Freddy Whoa: Must be all the red!
Gravedigger: What are you doing with your notes over there Zach? Why are they in your lap?
Zach Davis: Uh...
“Where Are U Now?” hits the P.A. as a spotlight shines at the beginning of the entrance ramp, awaiting "The Beavs" to walk into it. He enters the light and points to the Television Championship strapped around his waist. He then points with both hands at the opponent in the ring, he looks and walks straight ahead, smiling at Celeste.
Gravedigger: Wait a minute...got to put on my #BeachKrew hat...
Zach Davis: What?
Gravedigger: That's better! My man Dustin making his way out to the ring! Who knew that when this young man made his debut, he would join one of the most successful stables and be one of the most dominant Television Champions of his generation?
Freddy Whoa: I...I can't argue that, Wavey. I didn't place too much stock in him, but he made a Beavliever out of me.
Zach Davis: I think he's won his matches through deplorable means.
Gravedigger: Keyword: Won.
The referee calls for the bell and the match begins.
Zach Davis: These two are off...and it looks like Dustin is hypnotized by something in the ring.
Celeste approaches Beaver and runs her fingers along his exposed chest. Beaver cracks a smile as she runs her hand along his chest...but her look turns vicious as she drags her nails down his right pectoral, drawing a significant amount of blood. Beaver's expression changes to anger as he pushes Celeste away, who smiles and blows her nails. The two approach the center of the ring and lock up, but Celeste brings her knee into his abdomen. He doubles over as she brings a sharp elbow down on the back of his neck. Dustin hits the ground and Celeste drags her heel along his face.
Zach Davis: She just sent a strong message to the Television Champion!
Freddy Whoa: Talk about disrespect!
Gravedigger: My man Dustin will pull one out on that fine ass bitch!
Celeste goes to drag her heel on Dustin again, but Dustin shoves her leg away! She bounds into the ropes and comes back to meet an uppercut from Beaver! He begins to rock her back and forth with rotating punches. He whips her off the ropes and she comes back with a high kick...
Zach Davis: Beaver dodges!
Freddy Whoa: He caught her!
Gravedigger: BEAVER TO BELLY! HE SAID HE WOULD UNLEASH IT!
Beaver rolls over and covers a rocked Celeste.
Kyle Steel: Your winner and still the TELEVISION CHAMPION...DUSTIN BEAAAAAAAAAVERRRR!!!!!
Zach Davis: It's over! Just like that Beaver retains the Television Championship again!
Freddy Whoa: What happened there?
Gravedigger: He rocked Celeste and caught her off guard! It pains me to see her go down like that, but my man Beaver is a beast!
Zach Davis: Can anybody stop Dustin Beaver's TV title reign?
The house lights go down as colorful lights start flashing all around the area. "Storytime" by Nightwish begins to play, as Katherine Phoenix appears at the top of the entrance ramp. She is wearing a black leather miniskirt, fishnet leggings, an extremely tight low cut tank top and black leather heeled thigh boots. Logan is right behind her. Katherine proceeds to walk down to the ring taking in all of the crowds energy. Logan seems like he might be checking out her butt most of the time.
Kyle Steel: From Los Angeles, California… weighing in at 134 pounds.... she is KATHERINE PHOENIX!!! And he is the Face of Treachery... he is LOGAN!
Katherine quickly reaches the ring and walks around it several times taking the time check out her surroundings. She then runs around to the turnbuckle, grabbing hold of it and bouncing up onto the ring apron, glancing over at the crowd but still not really paying them much attention. She climbs through the ropes and begins to pace back and forth whilst waiting for the match to begin. Logan mostly just checks out her butt.
Gravedigger: LOGAN, FORMER WCF CHAMPION AND ONE OF THE MOST DECORATED MEN IN OUR BUSINESS! HE'S BACK!
Zach Davis: He is, but, uh... He doesn't appear too motivated. I think he's drunk.
Child's Voice: He is One Sick Bastard. He loves to hunt. May God have mercy on your soul for he will not.
The arena goes pitch black. Short bursts of green, white, and orange strobe lights flash multiple times and then stop. A single green light hits the entrance filtering threw the smoke "God is Dead?" by Black Sabbath starts playing and the jumbotron reads "One Sick Bastard". Out steps Adam Young and Myra. Myra rubs her right hand on Adam's chest and then starts towards the ring. Adam takes his gas mask off his head and drops it. He wipes his mouth and then stares into the ring. Myra motions for him to come to her as she stands on the ring apron. Adam slowly makes his way to the ring.
Crowd: Your a sick bastard!
Adam smirks as he climbs up onto the ring apron. Myra holds the ropes open for him as he wipes his feet before kissing her on the lips. Adam slides into the ring and throws he's t-shirt into the face of the ring announcer.
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.
Freddy Whoa: Two huge returns here tonight. Logan and Katherine Phoenix, or Lilith, or whatever name we're using. Some people never thought we'd see these two ever again.
Zach Davis: We're heading into Fifteen, Freddy! Anything could happen!
Logan insists on starting the match for his team in a show of drunken bravado. Adam Young starts for his team. The two circle around and tie up.
Crowd: TOOOOORTUREEEE. TOOOOOORTUREEE. TOOOORTUREEEE.
Gravedigger: The crowd is clearly trying to get under the skin of Logan here.
Whether it is the inebriation or the crowd, Logan is thrown off and Adam Young is able to get return and put him in a headlock. Logan pushes him off, Adam hits the ropes, comes back, drops Logan with a Shoulderblock. Adam drops an elbow before going for a quick cover, but Logan gets the shoulder up. Young transitions into a headlock.
Freddy Whoa: Adam Young is one of the most underrated technical wrestlers in the WCF, and if Logan isn't careful, Young is going to make an example out of him.
Logan is able to work his way up to his feet but Young grabs him and drops him with a Backdrop before he can mount any offense. Young goes for a pin.
No!, shoulder up. Young now lifts Logan and sends him across the ring. Logan bounces back and Young executes a Powerslam into another pin.
Another kickout by Logan.
Zach Davis: Young may be a veteran, but Logan has been in WCF since the very first card. He's as old-school as you can get. He's not going to be beaten easily.
Freddy Whoa: That said, he hasn't been in the ring for a while, and Young is forcing him to use up energy with every kickout. I doubt at this stage in his career Logan is in great shape, so he needs all the energy he can get.
Young doesn't miss a beat and picks Logan up and lifts him in a Vertical Suplex, but keeps him hanging for several moments.
Gravedigger: All the blood is rushing to Logan's head... usually most of the blood in his body is in his Jumbo Hotdog of Treachery. Or so I'm told.
Young backs up and Suplexes Logan right out of the ring! The crowd gasps as Logan spills to the outside. This brings Katherine Phoenix into the ring!
Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!
Phoenix runs at Young and hits a Dropkick. Young goes down, gets back up and gets another Dropkick. He gets back up again and this time Phoenix hits a Jumping Knee to his chin. He's sent flying backwards, where Hatcher tags himself in.
Zach Davis: Katherine Phoenix facing off against Raymond Hatcher now!
Hatcher runs towards Phoenix, but Phoenix rakes his eyes. Hatcher is sent reeling and Phoenix clutches him from behind and executes a German Suplex!, into the bridge pin.
No!, Hatcher kicks out now. Phoenix rolls away and measures Hatcher as he begins getting back up... she runs at him... Spear!
Freddy Whoa: This is a very important match for both teams. Young and Hatcher are coming off a loss at One, and they're looking to rebound from that. That said, this is Logan and Phoenix's return bout, so a win is very important for them too!
Gravedigger: This is WCF. Every match is important, Freddy. Way to state the obvious.
Katherine Phoenix now lifts Hatcher up and grapples him from behind... Dragon Sleeper applied!
Zach Davis: One of the most dangerous submission moves in wrestling! Katherine Phoenix has it locked in!
Hatcher yells out in pain for several moments.. until Young hits the ring and kicks Phoenix off! This brings Logan into the ring next. He runs at Young, but Young ducks and hits a Back Bodydrop, sending Logan flying over the top and spilling to the outside. Hatcher and Young turn their attention to Phoenix, they both kick her in the gut and then hit a Double Suplex!
Freddy Whoa: Young and Hatcher gain the advantage!
Young rolls out of the ring as Hatcher goes for the pin.
No!, Phoenix's shoulder is up!
Zach Davis: Adam Young is also one of the most prolific tag team wrestlers in the company, while Logan, well, he's literally the Face of Treachery, and Phoenix's taste in partners has been... questionable. Young and Hatcher become a better team every week.
Hatcher lifts Phoenix up and hits a Knife Edge Chop. Then another, then another. Phoenix is sent into the corner. Hatcher uses all of his strength to whip Phoenix from one corner to the other, where she hits, back first, and stumbles forward - right into a kick in the gut followed by a Double Underhook Suplex from Hatcher!, into another pin attempt.
No!, kickout again.
Gravedigger: Lots of nearfalls in this match. Both teams are in it to win it.
Freddy Whoa: NOW who is stating the obvious?
Hatcher puts Phoenix into a headlock before tagging in Young. Young Springboards over and drops an elbow on the back of Phoneix. He follows up by running to the ropes, bouncing, coming back and dropping Phoenix with a Running DDT!
Zach Davis: That is one of Adam Young's signatures - he may be looking to end this!
Indeed, he positions Phoenix then jumps up...
Crowd: BEST! MOONSAULT! EVER!
NO!, Phoenix gets her knees up! Young crashes into them and rolls off, tagging Hatcher back in. Not looking to sacrifice their advantage, Hatcher climbs to the top rope quickly and flies off with a Missile Dropkick!, but Phoenix sidesteps that!
Freddy Whoa: Phoenix had both the Best Moonsault Ever and the Missile Dropkick scouted!
Hatcher stumbles up - and right into a huge kiss from Katherine Phoenix. She follows that up with a Spike DDT!
Gravedigger: I know that kiss is part of her schtick, but kissing Raymond Hatcher?! Ew.
She goes for the pin.
Zach Davis: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! Katherine Phoenix and Logan pick up the win!
The crowd roars as Phoenix gets back to her feet.
Freddy Whoa: A triumphant return!
Katherine Phoenix celebrates as Hatcher and Young regroup on the outside. Logan, pretty out of breath, joins Phoenix in the ring.
Gravedigger: Can Logan pull himself together to compete at Fifteen? It seems like he didn't even want to be here!
Zach Davis: Who cares? Don't be sexist. Katherine Phoenix was the star on her team here tonight. What does the future have in store for her?
Backstage at the Dunkin Donuts Arena…
Hank Brown: Hank Brown here with the Livewire Grayson Pierce.
Hank Brown: Livewire, what do you have to say about that incredible announcement that Seth Lerch just made out there a few moments ago.
Livewire: Well, I…
Out of nowhere Oblivion comes out and smashes Grayson in the back of the head with a double fist. He then steals Hank’s Microphone. You can hear the crowd from the arena.
Crowd: YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!! YOU SUCK!!
Oblivion: IT sat in the back for too long, listening to you shooting your mouth off, about Seth Lerch… ABOUT BEACH KREW! The Monster looked around WCF and realized what needed to be done!! That's why IT joined Beachkrew. You, Livewire are NOTHING! Just because you defeated me in some electrified steel cage but did not earn IT’s respect. You took IT’s prized possession, and IT is NOT HAPPY ABOUT THAT!
He pulls out a pocket knife from his pocket, and threaten Hank Brown with it.
Oblivion: IT is tired of your bullshit!
Zach Davis: Someone get out there and stop this. This isn’t wrestling entertainment, this is assault and attempted murder!
He takes a big swing with the knife that Pierce barely evades, it actually slices his shirt open. He gets to his feet and kicks the knife out of Oblivion’s hand. But IT grabs Pierce’s foot with his free hand, pulls him close and delivers a vicious clothesline sending him hard to the concrete below.
Livewire lays nearly motionless, on the floor, coughing from almost getting the wind knocked out of him. Oblivion grabs IT’s knife once more.
Oblivion: IT wants to taste your blood, Livewire… Be invigorated by your life source. It is truly... ELECTRIC!
The God of Insanity crouches down over Livewire.
Freddy Whoa: Here comes Bonnie Blue!!
Gravedigger: Shouldn’t she be preparing for her match against Dune later tonight?
Bonnie Blue runs into the ring and dropkicks Oblivion sending him stumbling backwards, and onto the ground. She grabs a nearby pipe and stands over Oblivion with it, motioning for Oblivion to comes closer.
Bonnie Blue: Get your ass back here!!
A sinister smile appears from beneath the mask, as Oblivion motions, with the knife, across the front, of IT's own neck and points at both Bonnie Blue and Livewire with it. He gets to his feet and shakes his head.
Oblivion: This is not over… IT is not even CLOSE to done with the two of you!
Bonnie Blue turns around and sees Livewire sitting on the ground behind her. She reaches a helpful hand down to assist Pierce and he stalls before accepting the offer and getting back to his feet never taking their eyes off of where Oblivion just walked away to.
The camera pans back to Grayson and Bonnie. Gray has a hand over his neck and Bonnie has a look of determination in her eyes, never leaving the spot where Oblivion just was and no longer is until Livewire addresses her.
Livewire: I just wanted to th…
Bonnie Blue: Don’t mention it.
Livewire: How did you know what I was gonna say?
Bonnie Blue: I’m from the future. Everyone from the future has mind reading abilities…
Bonnie Blue: Nah, I’m just messin’ witcha. You were gon’ thank me for givin' you a hand because you’re a good guy that knows how to 'preciate when a pretty lady helps ya out.
Livewire: Listen Bonnie, I’m married so…
Bonnie Blue: Easy there, tiger! Don’t flatter yourself. Romance is the last thing on my mind. Ain't got nothin' to do with that, it had to do with your message. You were right; us good guys need to stick together. There are too many teams going on for people like you and me to be left out in the cold with no one to count on. Just know that I’ve got your back, I just hope that if and when the time comes and I need backup I know who to call.
Livewire: Bonnie… I would fight side by side with you any day of the week. And you won’t even have to call, I’ll just be there.
Bonnie Blue: Now, that’s what I like to hear…
The door opens to the locker room and they both turn. The camera moves to the door following their eyes as you see Andre Holmes come in fresh off his victory against Lucious Starr earning the number one contender spot for the Television Title.
Livewire: Here comes our next Television Champion now.
Holmes wipes his head with a towel and looks up to see Livewire and Blue golf clapping in his direction. With a confused look he stares at them…
Andre Holmes: Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…
Bonnie Blue: No bother at all, big guy. It’s good to see one of the good guys win, and now that you’re slated to face Dustin Beaver, it seems we all have a natural enemy in BeachKrew.
Andre Holmes stares at Bonnie, and at Livewire, still uncertain of what he walked into.
Andre Holmes: I’ve had a lot of enemies in my day that others have had. I’ve fought my way through all of them and this one won’t be any different.
Livewire: Listen, bro. I’ve seen you out there these past few months. You’ve got promise, but, listen, you’re missing…
Andre Holmes: No, you listen. I don't care if I'm facing one man or the entire world. Nobody is going to get in the way of what I want, and if the #BeachKrew think they waltz into my business, and get away with it, they're sadly mistaken. You guys get in my way too, and you're also going down.
Holmes looks defensive but Bonnie and Livewire laugh it off.
Bonnie Blue: You’re one of the few honorable types, that’s all that we’re saying to ya.
Livewire: And that if shit goes down...
Bonnie Blue: WHEN shit goes down…
Livewire: We got your back.
Andre looks at the two veterans offering up wisdom and assistance, a thing so rarely found in such a competitive environment such as this but still is hesitant to accept any favors, being burned too much in the past for being too trusting. He simply stares at them long enough for the silence to become too uncomfortable for Bonnie and Livewire to bear and they walk away. They get to the door and as they open it they hear the humble voice of Andre Holmes from behind them.
Andre Holmes: Give Dune hell tonight, Bonnie.
Bonnie Blue: You bet your ass I will!
Blue exits and Livewire goes to shut the door behind them as Holmes says one last thing.
Andre Holmes: And good speech out there, Pierce. Glad you’re staying on board with us. We could always use a few extra good men around here.
Livewire: You’ll have to carry me outta here in a fucking body bag, bro. Congrats tonight. Keep it up.
Pierce leaves leaving Holmes alone in the room. He shakes his head, throws his towel down, and begins to unlace his boots as the scene fades.
Aenima by Tool. Titantron plays training clips mixed with images representing his anti-liberal values. He casually walks out, cracks his neck, smirks, and walks to the ring with his arms out taunting the audience. He usually jumps in the ring and grabs a microphone with something incredibly offensive to say to individual audience members.
Zach Davis: Dag Riddik picked up a win at One a week ago can he capitalize on an Internet Contendership match up here tonight?
Gravedigger: He certainly looks the part, he just needs to stay focus!
Zach Davis: Look at you, giving insight for once.
Gravedigger: Shut it.
Freddy Whoa: He's been looking good, but he's going against one of my favorite's here in WCF!
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.
Freddy Whoa: I just love this entrance!
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 Davis: No question about it, Punkin is a strange one.
Freddy Whoa: That entrance though, guys!
Gravedigger: Meh, I think the Entrance is more over than he is!
Zach Davis: Now, now, Digger..
Punkin gets himself off the turnbuckle in the most awkward way possible and gets to his feet and turns around to Dag throwing a few punches and the ref rings the bell!
Zach Davis: Well this Internet Contendership match is under way!
Freddy Whoa: Dag taking the fight to Punkin!
Gravedigger: With you saying Punkin all the time, sounds like you're trying to flirt with me.
Freddy Whoa: No way, punkin.
Gravedigger: I hate you.
Dag throws Punkin to the other ring post where he meets an elbow and stumbles back. Punkin steps to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, jumps to the middle rope dead center of the ring and springboards into a moonsault and hits it on Dag! He goes for the cover but only a two!
Zach Davis: It's going to take much more to keep Dag down.
Punkin picks up Dag and throws him to the ropes and hits a back body drop! Dag gets to his feet and is hit with another back body drop! Dag gets to his feet and goes for a clothesline but Punkin ducks and hits the ropes and comes back with a crossbody! He pins! One! Two! Kick out.
Gravedigger: Incredible sequence for Punkin!
Zach Davis: He needs to keep the momentum and pace in his favor, almost giving up 50 pounds to Dag.
Punkin picks up Dag and throws him to the corner! Punkin runs full speed but Dag side steps and Punkin leaps to the air and lands on his feet on the top rope, he moonsaults again but Dag catches him on his shoulder, Punkin is front flipped but he lands on his feet and hits the ropes, leaps in the air, goes for a crossbody but is caught by Dag again, Dag swings Punkin's legs out but Punkin lands on his feet and hits a Russian Leg Sweep! Punkin goes for the cover!
Zach Davis: Incredible amount of display here!
Kick out at two.
Gravedigger: Punkin' continuing to keep his pace.
Punkin gets to his feet and randomly shouts nonsense at the ref and comes back over to Dag who is kneeling but also waiting for him. Dag hits two stiff shots to the mid-section and shoves Punkin back into the ropes, Punkin comes off the ropes and Dag lifts him up in the air and throws him over the top rope to the outside!
Zach Davis: Well, that's one way to get momentum back in your favor.
Dag goes to the outside and goes for a wild punch but Punkin blocks and kicks Dag in the midsection folding him over. Punkin jumps to the guard rail and comes down with a stomp to Dags back sending him face down to the mats! Punkin slides into the ring, stands to his feet, runs and hits the ropes, upon his return at full speed he suicide dives through the ropes.. and Dag sidesteps and Punkin goes face first into the guardrails!
Zach Davis: OHHHH!!!
Freddy Whoa: Wild ride for Punkin!
Gravedigger: Now focus! Dag needs to take advantange from here!
And he does, Dag picks up Punkin and rolls him into the ring. Dag grabs the head of Punkin and puts him in a sleeper hold down on the mat. The ref asks if Punkin is going to give up as Dag wrenches on it harder.
Freddy Whoa: Slowing this pace down will pay off for Dag!
Punkin gets to his feet slowly as the crowd begins to clap along to get Punkin back into it, he hits a few elbows before breaking free to the ropes but returns to a knee to the midsection flipping him over and back to the mat on his back. Dag goes for a cover but it's only a two count. Dag gets to his feet as Punkin tries to as well, and Dag hits a roundhouse kick folding Punkin over and to one knee. Dag picks up Punkin quick to hit a fisherman suplex! Dag gets to his feet and smirks out at the crowd.
Gravedigger: This! This is what I'm talking about! He needs to focus and put Punkin away!
Dag grabs Punkin and puts in a sleeper hold slowing the match back down again as the crowd boos. Dag shouts vulgarities at the crowd as Punkin is being asked to submit. Punkin doesn't tap and makes it to the ropes with his feet and the five count is being issued. Dag breaks the hold at four and argues with the ref as Punkin gets to his feet. Dag returns to Punkin and whips him into the ropes, upon returning, Dag twirls Punkin around and hits a backbreaker but not before putting him down with a neckbreaker right after!
Zach Davis: A violent combo!
Gravedigger: That's what I'm talking about!
Dag makes the cover but Punkin kicks up at two! Dag gets to his feet and argues with the ref once more before going back to Punkin and putting him on his feet. Punkin comes back hitting kicks to the feet and legs! Punches to the face and neck! Dag is stumbling backwards to the corner. Punkin throws Dag to the other corner where Dag hits back first and stays put. Punkin comes running over for some sort of flying drop kick but Dag escapes out of the ring and Punkin hits the turnbuckles and crashes back down to the mats. Dag grabs Punkin from outside of the ring and drags him out of the ring where Punkin lands back first on to the mats!
Zach Davis: Again, he's slowing down the pace! Dag starting to look impressive here tonight.
Gravedigger: See what he's doing though? He's lost focus once again!
With that being said, Dag is now arguing with local native and popular movie composer Bill Conti!
Zach Davis: Is that Bill Conti!>
Freddy Whoa: WHOOO?
Zach Davis: He created the score for the Rocky movies! He's popular in Providence, Rhode Island!
Gravedigger: Zach, your knowledge for stupid crap like this amazes me.. and not in a good way.
Dag pump-fakes a punch at Bill Conti and the crowd boos. Bill throws a weak slap and connects with Dag on the back of the head, Dag turns around and the crowd roars for Bill, but Punkin hits a dropkick from behind and sends Dag to the mats. Punkin grabs Dag and throws him into the ring.
Zach Davis: I CAN NOT BELIEVE BILL CONTI IS HERE TONIGHT AND JUST SLAPPED DAG!
Gravedigger: You call that a slap? He could barely move his arm!
Zach Davis: He's 73 years old, Digger!
Freddy Whoa: Who the hell is he?
Zach Davis: Oh whatever, wait look at this!
Punkin picks up Dag for the Death Valley Driver move but Dag gets out of it and hits the ropes and returns with a vicious big boot to the face of Punkin! He goes for the cover but Punkin has his foot on the rope! The ref breaks the count. Dag slaps the mat and is clearly pissed off and picks up Punkin hitting the pump handle neckbreaker!
Zach Davis: He could put him away with that move!
Gravedigger: Make the cover, son!
Dag does indeed hook the leg but again it's only a two count!
Freddy Whoa: Punkin not going away that easily.
Dag gets up frustrated once more and picks up Punkin. Dag yells something to him before hitting the ropes for what would be a hellacious clothesline but Punkin ducks, runs forward, springboards off the ropes and flips/turns into the air and hits a springboard blockbuster on Dag! Punkin gets to his feet, springboards into the lionsault knee drop
Zach Davis: Coming For You Guts!
Punkin quickly goes to the middle rope and goes for the Spiralling Death!
Freddy Whoa: Incredible air time..
Dag rolls out of the way and Punkin awkwardly lands on his knees, but it takes him a few seconds before getting to his feet.
Zach Davis: Punkin tries to save it as he noticed Dag was rolling out of the way!
Punkin gets to his feet and stumbles forward into Dag where Dag throws Punkin face first into the middle turnbuckle in the corner!
Zach Davis: Ouch! And Dag takes advantage once more!
Dag turns Punkin around and lifts him up to the top where the sold out crowd stand on their feet.
Freddy Whoa: It's P.I. Time!
Dag grabs Punkin and positions him for the Politically Incorrect!
Gravedigger: NO! Punkin shoves him off!, Dag goes flying to the outside!
Dag crashes hard!, on the cold hard cement. Punkin turns and measures him up.
Zach Davis: No... no. He's not going to-
PUNKIN FLIES OFF WITH A DOUBLE ROTATION SHOOTING STAR PRESS!
Freddy Whoa: DEATH'S HEAD! HE HITS IT TO THE OUTSIDE!
But it did damage to him too. Punkin rolls away, clutching his sides in pain. Dag Riddik is also obviously in pain, holding himself and yelling out in agony.
Gravedigger: Someone has to get up... The ref is counting them out!
The crowd counts along.
Zach Davis: It can't end like this! Not this way!
Freddy Whoa: Come on... Who is going to face SEA-MAC!?
The bell sounds.
Zach Davis: DAMNIT!
Kyle takes the mic.
Kyle Steel: Due to countout, this match has been declared... A DRAW!
The crowd boos like crazy. Medics begin checking on both men.
Kyle Steel: As a result, I'm receiving word that both Dag Riddik and Punkin will be declared Number One Contenders!
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: Well that is huge news!
Freddy Whoa: Both of these men fought tooth and nail - can you IMAGINE when they're both in there with the immortal Zombie McMorris!?
Gravedigger: Will this be at Fifteen? Or Slam? Can't wait to find out!
The cameras cut backstage where we see Lilith walking down the hallway once more. She enters the locker room, looking around everywhere as she makes sure that Twilight is not hiding around the corner. Just as her nerves seem to be settled, the lights go out. A few seconds later the lights come back up and Lilith backpedals and the camera turns to reveal four large men in biker vests bearing the MS-13 logo and markings. They are all wearing Sarah Twilight masks.
The four men jump forward and start beating down Lilith who tries to fight back but is eventually overcome by the numbers game. Once they have her on the floor they start stomping away at her as she gets in the fetal position. WCF security bursts into the room and eventually restrain the members of MS-13 and pull them out of the locker room. EMTs come to check on Lilith who shoves them away eventually, looking confused.
Out in the hall, #BeachKrew's own Jim Thuggin is seen with MS-13's Adrian who hands him a briefcase full of cash. Jim Thuggin grins and nods, shaking hands with Adrian.
Back in the lockerroom, there’s a TV across the room from Lilith and the cameras have switched to the announcers. Gravedigger sits there with a sinister grin while Zach Davis and Freddy Whoa look at him with wide eyes.
Zach Davis: Did you have something to do with this?
Freddy Whoa: What the hell did she do to you?
Gravedigger glares at Freddy and Zach as he responds.
Gravedigger: Just because you two morons can’t remember things from one part of the show to the other doesn’t mean I forget things all the time, too.
Gravedigger turns back to the screen, glaring into the lense.
Gravedigger: I told you I would remember that. Welcome back, bitch!
Gravedigger cackles as the scene switches back to ringside.
One of the most anticipated matches of the week for Slam, and especially the beginning of 2016 for WCF. The United States Championship has been tweeted, and continuously talked around on social media as two winners from One are now facing each other. The Political Patriot against the Psychotic Patriot. Bernard Core versus Mikey eXtreme. Kyle Steel stands in the center of the ring, holding the microphone as the bell rings to capture the attention of the Rhode Island crowd.
Kyle Steel: Ladies, and gentlemen. This match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the WCF United States Championship!
Gravedigger: Oh boy! This is going to be one hell of a match. We have on one side, the political, intellectual, and manipulative patriot Bernard Core who was successful in outlasting seven other men at One to win the Torneo Cibernetico, and instantly received a shot at the United States Championship.
Zach Davis: You’re right. However, he’s facing against Mikey eXtreme. The championship experience will be in his factor, and if you watched One, he is directly responsible for the critical career ending injury of Chelsea Armstrong after literally Choke-Slamming her face first into the steel steps, and choking her almost to death.
Freddy Whoa: Yes. Now everything will be on the line tonight. This is a match about who is more patriotic, more desperate, and more sadistic to represent the United States. Will Bernard Core enforce the Common Core Standardization on Mikey eXtreme to win the United States title or will the champion retain the belt, and continue with his onslaught of destruction from One?
“Wing Fortress Zone” by Masato Nakamura instantly plays on the surround system of the Dunkin Donuts Center sound systems, and the crowd shower the atmosphere with eternal boos. Upon entering the arena, Core stops at the top of the aisle with his hands behind his back, looking around the arena. He walks slowly and reservedly to the ring looking at the ignorant fans with disdain. Accompanying him to the ring is his administrative assistant and son, Jeff Cornelius. Jeff is holding an American flag attached to a regular pole.
Freddy Whoa: I’ve seen that kid around here before. Who is he?
Zach Davis: That’s Jeffrey Cornelius, Bernard Core’s son. He was an intern here in the WCF up until a few weeks ago, but from what I understand, he’s now serving as Bernard Core’s administrative assistant. Congratulations to that young man upon his graduation from college.
When Bernard Core and Jeff Cornelius enter the ring, Kyle Steel hands the microphone off to Bernard Core.
Gravedigger: School’s in session, men. Time to pay attention to Dr. Core.
Zach Davis: Oh God.
The fans are booing even before he says anything. Bernard Core just stands in the center of the ring smirking. Jeff Cornelius stands off to the side with the flag.
Bernard Core: I would like to inform all of you that you are violating one of my First Amendment rights. Oh, wait a minute, I forgot that you people probably don’t know what your First Amendment rights are.
Bernard Core: Let’s review, shall we? First, you have freedom of religion, which means you can practice any religion you want; and believe me, you people need a god to pray to because nothing you’ve done has made your pathetic lives any better.
Bernard Core: Secondly, there’s freedom of the press. Newspapers are free to publish their ideas, but printing anything these days is pointless because you people can’t read.
Bernard Core: Thirdly, you have freedom of petition. That means you can complain to your elected officials when your welfare benefits run out and you’re too lazy to get off of your fat asses and get jobs.
Bernard Core: Fourthly, you have freedom of assembly. You are all practicing that freedom right now, right here in the Dunkin Donuts Center. And you’ll probably assemble later on at an actual Dunkin Donuts, where you’ll stuff your faces with Boston crème doughnuts until your arteries are clogged and you suffer from massive heart attacks.
Bernard Core: And finally, the right that I alluded to before, freedom of speech; and as far as I can tell, this First Amendment right gets attacked more than any other, especially if you tell the truth like I do. Every week, in arenas across this country, I tell you people the way it is when it comes to education in America. And what do you all do? You boo. You shout me down. You tell me that I don’t know what I’m talking about. If I don’t know what I’m talking about, then why do I continue to be successful week in and week out? Why have I not been pinned or tapped out yet? How in the world did I outlast seven other men last week at One in the torneo cibernetico? The answer is simple. I know better than you, so when I say I’m going to do something, it gets done!
Bernard Core: And since I know how to back my words up, I’ve been rewarded tonight with a match for the Championship of the United States. I don’t take this opportunity lightly. I’ve been lobbying for this match ever since I entered the WCF. Even though you people shout me down and expose your ignorance on a weekly basis, I still want the honor of leading you to the promised land of enlightenment. You’ve been following a homeless looking freak for the last month and a half and look at the shape you and the country are in. It’s time to reverse the course of this nation and witness my ascendancy to the throne of Champion of the United States!
Bernard Core: And just to give you a preview of what things will be like when I become the Champion of the United States, I’d like all of you to stand up right now. That’s right, stand up!
Some members of the crowd stand up.
Bernard Core: Before school begins every day, your children recite the Pledge of Allegiance. I’ve heard them try to recite it. It’s pitiful.
Bernard Core: But have no fear. We will recite it together before each of my title defenses. Let’s practice right now. Come on, stand up! What, are you going to sit on your rear ends because you don’t like me? It’s not about me, it’s about your country. Come on, stand up!
The rest of the crowd slowly begins to stand up.
Gravedigger: Hey, stand up and love your country, guys.
Zach Davis: Um, well, he’s got a point there, Freddie. Let’s put our feelings for Bernard Core aside for a moment.
Freddie and Zach stand up.
Bernard Core faces the flag that is being held by Jeff Cornelius.
Bernard Core: Now, put your right hand over your heart and repeat after me: I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the MAN….
The crowd becomes white hot.
Zach Davis: Did he just say “man?!” Give me a break, I’m not standing for this!
Zach and Freddie sit down. Members of the crowd begin to sit down, too. Bernard Core has to shout to finish the rest of the pledge.
Bernard Core: For which it stands, one nation under COMMON CORE, indivisible, with UNIFORMITY and STANDARDIZATION for all!
Gravedigger: What, you didn't like that?
Zach Davis: That is a gross perversion of the Pledge of Allegiance! That flag represents all of us, not just him and his twisted point of view!
Bernard Core salutes the flag and gets ready for the match to start. Jeff Cornelius leaves the ring and goes to his corner. The crowd is really giving it their all to shame Bernard but his focus is tunneled by the capturing of the United States Championship title around his waist.
Kyle Steel: Introducing the challenger. Hailing from Albany, New York. At six feet, two inches. Weighing in at 225 pounds. BERNARD “Common” CORE!
He stood in his corner, dressed in the traditional old school attire as a man who highly puts pride in what he does. Suddenly, a lightning bolt strikes the center of the stage that ignites a chain of parallel pyrotechnics of red, blue, and white of the American flag to rise in the air. The titantron shows the American Flag, and Mikey walks out from the back with the American Flag tied to the tip of his Kendo Stick as “Get Born Again” by Alice in Chains plays. His face is more painted in a horrifying fashion. Graphically designed scars, and demonic mouth colored in the American flag covering his entire face, and neck to represent the psychopathic side ever since he took out Chelsea Armstrong. Accompanying him at his side was Freakshow who looked intimidating, and vomit-inducing.
Kyle Steel: Introducing his opponent. Hailing from Brooklyn, New York. At six feet, four inches tall. Weighing in at 230 pounds He is the reigning WCF United States Champion! “The King of eXtreme!” MIKEY EXTREME!
Zach Davis: If there is anyone who made an impression at One, no other than the United States Champion that ended a career in his own sadistic game.
Gravedigger: Chelsea Armstrong was rushed to the hospital after she was announced to be in a critical condition of her health, and Mikey was directly responsible. He’s an insane person yet he knows how to defend, and retain his championship belt.
Mikey stands in his corner, and is raising the United States championship belt high before handing it to the referee. He raises the championship belt high in the air. Bernard Core with his son, Jeff Cornelius, standing beside his American Flag planted. Facing them, Mikey eXtreme dressed in all American attire with Freakshow holding the Kendo Stick over his shoulders with the American Flag tied to it. Both men are ready, and are about to put everything on the line to either retain or win the United States Championship. The referee ensures all is safe, and now the match is underway.
Ding Ding Ding!
Mikey, and Bernard are circling the ring. They both try to test each other in who will cave first but so far, it’s been equal distance. Bernard who has multiple Amateur wrestling accomplishments on National/Olympic Caliber while Mikey possesses a versatile striking game mixed with high-flying skills. Both men are equally on paper with only Mikey being taller by two inches. They both lock up in the center of the ring, and it’s a stalemate. Neither man is moving or even budging on the fact. Bernard using his grappling skills to quickly secure a Side Headlock, bringing the taller opponent down for better control of the pacing, and movement.
Freddy Whoa: This is what we will have Bernard in the advantage. He’s more of a grappler than Mikey in the match, and can literally escape everything he throws at him. Mikey will have to rely on his striking, and fast paced movement to change the tides.
Bernard sweeps the right leg, and flips him over onto the mat for better leverage of the submission hold on the ground. Keeping control, he continues to torque the neck to his favor with the added weight for better control. However, Mikey reels his legs back around the throat of Bernard to take away his Side Headlock control, and counter into a Scissors Choke. Core keeps his cool, and waits patiently although losing air from the choke. He quickly swoops out from inside his thighs, and gets back up to his feet. Mikey kips back up, and both men are at square one.
Gravedigger: I can already tell, this is going to be a great match.
The two patriotic sadists lock up again, and Bernard quickly takes the right arm of Mikey to apply a Hammerlock position from behind. He torques the arm, and Mikey is already getting frustrated due to being out grappled so early in the match. He’s pushed into the ropes, and he springs back to floor Bernard with a Shoulder Block into his chest, running through him with his larger weight. The King of eXtreme darts off to the ropes at the side, and springs back to Bernard who rolls over his chest in an attempt to trip him. This has failed. Mikey hops over his back, and runs to the ropes ahead of him again to later return to a standing Bernard who is once again taken to the mat with a picture perfect Drop kick into the chest.
Zach Davis: A great Dropkick from the champion that puts Bernard down already. After the exchange of grappling, it seems Mikey is going to utilize the striking to put Bernard off already.
He quickly hops onto the chest for a pin attempt with the leg hooked.
No. Bernard kicks out, and Mikey takes the pace of the match in his own hands. He helps Bernard up, and barrages his cheek with multiple forearms into the jaw. He’s currently in a groggy state, and trying to shake the cobwebs after the multiple strikes from the champion. Bernard is even forced to bend over after getting knee’d in the gut, and Mikey clubs his back all the down to the mat with multiple overhead forearms into the back. Once Bernard is down, he stomps into his back violently, and even finishes with a brutal kick into the side of his head.
Freddy Whoa: Vicious kick into the head of Bernard, and Mikey is just laughing it off.
Gravedigger: If he can laugh off what he did to Chelsea then he can do it to Bernard as well.
He helped Bernard back on his feet, and launches him into the corner where his back is glued into the turnbuckles. Mikey shot the gun as he took off to squash him down but he was hugged, and flipped over as Bernard Belly to Belly Suplexed him into the corner. The crowd moaned in shock as the champion’s back collided into the buckles upside down, and his neck hitting the mat as well.
Zach Davis: Beautiful counter by Bernard. He’s back into the match already.
Quickly Bernard dragged him out, and went for his first pin attempt.
Mikey kicked out, and Bernard needed to continue the grappling game in his favor. He implied numerous holds. He first started out with a Side Headlock from before, and then transitioned into an Arm Bar with his legs locked around his right arm, and torquing the wrist for pleasure. Mikey couldn’t react much to the transfer from submission to submission but eventually dragged himself, and Bernard to the ropes for the rope break. The referee counted up to four until he broke the submission, and got back up on his feet. He dragged Bernard into the center, and helped him back up to deliver a Snap Suplex with a bridging combination to the end.
Mikey kicks out again.
Zach Davis: Bernard is doing his best to wear down the champion, keep him busy with all these suplex variations.
Mikey was found on the apron, lying down his back from the harsh pain he’s receiving. Without any more time to waste, Bernard followed him outside. Both men were on their feet, and finally Mikey fired more shots into the cranium of Bernard who needed the top rope to prevent him from falling off. He cocked back his foot, and tried to unload it on the challenger but Bernard digged his fingers into his eyes, and temporarily blinded the champion to strike. He quickly had both his arms in a Double Underhook, and used his strength to flip him off the apron to the ringside mat while Bernard landed on the apron. Mikey sat up in pain.
Freddy Whoa: Bernard Core delivering a Double Underhook Suplex from off the apron right to ringside. That’ll probably seal the champion’s fate, and we may have a new champion soon.
Bernard managed to roll the champion back into the ring, and follow after him. In the end, he went for another pin attempt.
Mikey kicked out, and Bernard was becoming furious. That title so close, and he decided to wear him down even if it's the last thing he did. He turned the United States Champion onto his chest, and decided to lock in the STF hold. The King of eXtreme was treated like a joker, losing breath every second. The crowd wanted Mikey to fight on, anyone but Bernard to hold the championship. He was stuck in the middle of the ring, and time was running out.
Freddy Whoa: The STF is locked in, and Mikey looks like he’s about to pass out. What will the Champion to do stay in the match?
He drags both their body weights closer to the rope but Bernard releases the hold to drag him by the single leg again. Using this opportunity, Mikey stands on his one foot hopping until delivering a turning Enguiziri Kick into the head of Bernard, stumbling, and stunning him. While he wobbles back and forth, Mikey gets back up again, and cracks him in the jaw with a Rolling Elbow before spiking him on the top of his head with a brutal Snap DDT. Both men were down, and exhausted from the fight they put up.
Zach Davis: You have to enjoy the match they are giving out to try, and win the United States Championship. Bernard Core, and Mikey eXtreme who want everything to go their way in representing America.
Gravedigger: This is a true story for a long time.
Both men managed to get up, and Mikey takes it with multiple knee strikes in the Muay Thai clinch to the gut and chin of Bernard. After finishing up, he is whipped off into the nearest corner for his back to be completely glued again into the turnbuckles. His face met with a Running Elbow, and then he walks out from the completely blurred with nowhere to go. When Bernard turns around, he’s rocketed back into the canvas with a Missile Dropkick from the flying champion. However, he rolls back onto his feet as if the strike was a wake up call to take the match. Bernard charges straight into Mikey who delivers a powerful Superkick into the jaw!
Gravedigger: X MARKS THE SPOT! HE’S LANDED THE SUPERKICK!
Freddy Whoa: Wait, what the hell?!
If you really thought that was going to be it, you’re wrong. Bernard kicked him into the ribs, and quickly lifted him up to drive his neck into the mat with a Fisherman Brainbuster.
Zach Davis: STANDARDIZATION! CALLED IT! HE’S DONE.
Both men are on the mat, and are barely able to move. They need something else to figure out the way, and how can they do it? Freakshow, and Jeff are begging their clients to get into their corner, and simultaneously they are both handed their respective flags. The referee doesn’t know what to do. If both men get involved, this could lead to a double disqualification. Bernard, and Mikey get up, and turn around to find themselves with the same mindframe. A clash between two flags hoisted on different weapons. They stare into each other’s eyes, and the crowd is rumbling.
Zach Davis: This could go bad, very bad. They need to just throw the weapons out of the ring, and just fight it out to the end. Enough guys, don’t do this. You have a bigger prize on the line!
Freddy Whoa: Here they go, they won’t stop!
Mikey, and Bernard are coming to a stalemate as they press their weapons against each other’s. They follow afterwards with parrying, and blocking each other’s attacks until hitting themselves against each other in the former stalemate. Head to head, nose to nose. Bernard core pushes him back, and the referee is struck in the head with his Kendo Stick. He turns around, and cannot believe that the referee was knocked down on accident. Using the opportunity, Bernard strikes him in the back of the head with the metal pole that collapses Mikey face first on the mat, and unresponsive.
Gravedigger: HE STRUCK EM WITH THE POLE! HE’S OUT, HE MUST BE DEAD!
Bernard quickly rolls over the fallen champion, and hooks the leg...but yet the referee is down. What is there to do? Bernard is yelling for something to happen. From the entrance, another referee is sprinting as fast as he can to reach the ring. He slides into the ring, and immediately starts counting.
Mikey shoots up his right shoulder at the last second.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOH! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Freddy Whoa: How did he-- no. Impossible. Mikey was bashed in the skull from behind. He can’t even breathe from a shot like that.
Bernard rolled around, and was screaming at the top of his lungs. He dropped back into the ropes, and was begging for the Lord to help him end it. What shocked him the most was that Mikey slammed his hands into the mat, and pushed himself up to even stand. He barely even moved, and was almost about to pass out. Bernard had enough, and just walked to Mikey to slap him in the face. After a few slaps, Mikey spat in his face, and barraged him with a sick Rolling Elbow into the face. Bernard decided to return one with his own Rolling Elbow, taking one from the Champ’s page. Once his back wasd facing Bernard, he wrapped his arms around his waist, and placed his body on his shoulder to slam their shoulders together on the mat with his High Angle Backdrop Suplex. He bridged up for the pin as both referees started counting.
Ding Ding Ding!
Zach Davis: That’s it! The match is over. I think we have a NEW champion!
The second referee helped Bernard to his feet, and was given the United States Championship to hand to him. He raised his arm, and Bernard was proud to be champion until the first referee that was knocked out snatched the title away from Bernard, and handed it back to Mikey who was on his knees.
Freddy Whoa: Hold on, I think we might have come confusion. I think both referees are having an argument about who really got the victory from that controversial pin.
The two start arguing as they try to determine who really got the win, and both wrestlers are looking confused. They start to argue with the referees until they start arguing with themselves. Bernard shoves Mikey back first, and then Mikey returned the favor. It was only a matter e two got into it, and started brawling in the ring. Multiple officials came down, and separated them from each other who wanted to tear each other apart.
Gravedigger: Separate them! They’re trying to kill each other, and the WCF Board of Directors need to solve this situation before somebody gets killed.
Freddy Whoa: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ll cut to commercial as we get a handle on this situation, and figure out what will happen to the United States Championship.
Master of Puppets hits.
Zach Davis: Geez! Seth again?
Gravedigger: It IS his show, Seth. He let #BeachKrew be in charge leading up to One, but now we're going towards Fifteen. The biggest show, bar none, in WCF's history. Of course he's going to be out here a lot!
Seth steps out from the back, wearing a Fifteen T-shirt instead of his normal plain black. He heads to the ring, slapping a few hands, almost seeming like he's trying to suck up to the fans. He rolls under the ropes and stands up, taking a mic from Kyle.
Seth Lerch: WCF faithful - I just wanted to say.. I love you! I love you all!
The crowd cheers, hesitantly, they're confused.
Freddy Whoa: Okay, he's DEFINITELY sucking up.
Seth Lerch: I'm out here for a few reasons. First, I'd like to address rumors that have been spreading that the WCF is in any financial trouble. We are not.
Mixed reaction. Some fans have heard rumors, some haven't.
Gravedigger: Why would we be in financial trouble? During my time as Wavedigger, I got a 25% pay increase!
Zach Davis: ...You what!?
Seth Lerch: WCF is as stable as we've ever been, ESPECIALLY heading into Fifteen. Earlier tonight, I booked an epic World Title match for next week. Later tonight, I promise to book an equally epic World Title match for Fifteen.
The fans buzz, wondering what the match could be.
Gravedigger: You know, I've been here almost since the beginning. I bet Seth is going to announce that Wade Moor and I are going to fight!, especially because he's seemingly giving out Title shots to his friends tonight.
Freddy Whoa: I doubt that, Gravedigger.
Seth Lerch: That said, I expect EVERY match at Fifteen to deliver, from top to bottom. Which is why I'm announcing WCF's first ever FINAL DESTINATION MATCH!
The fans cheer!, even though they don't know what the match is, it sounds cool.
Seth Lerch: You've all got to be wondering what that means. Well, WCF's ultimate, final destination is the WCF World Heavyweight Championship. This match will allow one WCF star the chance to reach that final destination, at the time and place of their choosing. A minimum of four stars will compete in this match - that number of participants are not yet decided. From each corner will be a metal structure with a wire reaching to the opposite corner - forming an X. In the center of that X will be a briefcase with a contract.. a contract to bypass every other star in WCF and head right to the World Heavyweight Champion! Each competitor is tasked with reaching that contract by any means necessary.
The crowd pops!
Zach Davis: HUGE news! We've never seen anything like this in WCF before! The fans have been asking for it for a LONG time, and finally, it's happening!
Freddy Whoa: This is a mix of an Ultimate X match and a Money in the Bank match, to be clear. And I couldn't be more excited!
Seth Lerch: Now, the only thing more exciting than the match itself must be who is actually going to be in the matchup. I'm here to announce the first four names competing. Firstly.... representing the #BeachKrew, and my personal pick to win it...
The fans boo.
Zach Davis: YEP!, there is that classic Seth favoritism.
Gravedigger: Favoritism? Johnny Rabid was the leader of the #BeachKrew, he's one half of the Tag Team Champions, he's proven himself time and time again!
Seth shakes off the fans booing.
Seth Lerch: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know, you guys don't exactly love #BeachKrew. But I want to make the fans happy - I want to make you guys happy. I want to make the people happy. Which is why, from the People's Choice, the next participant is...
This time the fans pop!
Freddy Whoa: That's more like it!
Seth Lerch: The third competitor is the man that has served WCF valiantly as Head of Talent Relations over the past several weeks, the man that defeated Vengeance at One, and a man who has had quite a bit of success here in WCF - but hasn't won the big one. Not yet. That man is..
Gravedigger: Benjamin Atreyu is a long-time competitor here, and I don't understand why the fans are booing. He deserves the opportunity!
Seth again shakes the booing off.
Seth Lerch: For now, I only have one more man to announce. And I'm tired of being booed so I'm going to cut right to the chase. This man is a WCF homegrown player-
The crowd buzzes like crazy as Seth finishes his sentence.
Seth Lerch: This man is Steve Orbit.
"I CAN'T STOP-OP-OP-OP-OP-OP..."
The lights dim as "Who Gon Stop Me" by Watch the Throne hits the PA. Small pink lasers swirl throughout the arena, eventually converging at the top of the ramp to form a pink spotlight. After an extended delay and with the crowd still roaring... "The Mack" Steve Orbit steps on to the stage. He's wearing a long mink over his custom 'gator skin ring gear, and sporting a feather in his cap.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA WHOA WHOA!
Gravedigger: Yeah! The Mack is back in WCF!
Orbit struts to the ring, greeting the fans along the way. Especially the ladies. Once he hits the ring, Seth passes the mic to Orbit. The two shake hands before Seth exits the ring, leaving Orbit standing alone. The music cuts and the crowd continues to pop.
Crowd: WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!
Zach Davis: This is obviously a huge return. Steve Orbit had a near three-year run here in WCF, holding one title belt or another for nearly his entire run-- including two World titles.
Freddy Whoa: He's been one of the most beloved as well as the most hated men in the company... but right now, these fans are certainly just glad to have him back. One of the most skilled performers EVER in this company.
Gravedigger: Alright, guys. Orbit doesn't need your help getting over. Shut up and listen, he's ready to talk.
The crowd finally dies down and Orbit holds the mic to his lips.
Steve Orbit: You know... a few months ago I wasn't sure if a moment like this would ever happen again.
Mixed reaction from the crowd.
Steve Orbit: But now that I'm here, I gotta tell y'all... IT FEELS GOOD AS HELL TO BE BACK IN A WCF RING!
Steve Orbit: I'ma keep this short. I'm back, and I ain't came back to play around. Y'all know me-- I'm about handling my business whether it's here in WCF or whatever else I do. And see right now, my business is the WCF WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP.
Crowd pops again!
Steve Orbit: I don't like waitin', I'm about that fast money... them fast women, haha... and I'm about to fast track my way BACK to the World Title. Not only that, I'ma take this opportunity to put my name in the record books once again, this time as the FIRST winner of this new Final Destination type thang. And from there it ain't nothing but a matter of time before I reach MY destination... and FINALLY reclaim the World Title.
Steve Orbit: I don't give a fuck about the #BeachKrew. The New Kids on the Block, hangin' tough around here. I was the new guy once-- I was better than them then, and I'm definitely still better than any one of them goofy mother fuckers today. INCLUDING the rookie World Champ Wade Moor. So I don't care if it's him, or anybody else back there who's holdin' on to that belt when it's time for me to get my shot that I'm fixin' to earn in the Final Destination-- my third World title is right around the corner. You can put your bottom bitch on that.
Orbit drops the mic. "Who Gon Stop Me" hits the PA once again as Orbit climbs the turnbuckles, raising his arms and making the title belt motion around his waist.
Kyle Steel: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first… Bonnie Blue!
Smoke covers the stage as the music begins; blue and white strobes flare in time to the beat. Bonnie Blue appears from the haze, clad in a hooded, ankle length coat of azure, a silver star emblazoned on the back. Throwing back the hood, she raises her arms to the crowd, soaking in the cheers for a moment. 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 Davis: Bonnie has been on a roll and truly faces her toughest challenge yet.
Freddy Whoa: She hasn’t faced anyone the size of Dune since she’s entered the WCF.
Gravedigger: Lest we forget she just faced off against my monster Oblivion.
Zach Davis: Whom she easily handled. But let’s be fair, Dune is a completely different monster than Oblivion. His dominance in the WCF this past year is challenged by only one man in Joey Flash and he defeated him at One after a grueling match.
Kyle Steel: And her opponent… DUNE!
The lights fade before the opening chords of "The Pink Room" hit in the darkness. Smoke pours out in front of the deep red lights that glow just beyond the curtain. Two golden spotlights slowly scan the audience as Dune emerges from the smoke. His cold eyes remain fixed on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp.
Kyle Steel: Making his way to the ring...from the badlands of the Mojave Desert...weighing in at 276 pounds...DUUUUUUUNE!
He slides in 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. He makes his way to his corner, where he slides out of his vest and drops it outside the ring.
Zach Davis: He must still be feeling the effects of that Death Match as well as the beat down afterwards.
Gravedigger: He beats Joey Flash and he’s rewarded with a match against a glorified jobber whereas both Occulo and Joey Flash lost last week and they’re rewarded with a Title Shot in the main event. How does that make any sense?
Freddy Whoa: Let’s not forget that Bonnie Blue has a record to be rivaled by few if any since she has come into the WCF. Sure Dune is a monster, but it’s been proven that he can be beaten by smaller wrestlers in both Joey Flash and Grayson Pierce to name the two most recent.
Gravedigger: Don’t try to make this match seem like it’s not completely one sided. Even we as commentators need to realize that we are going to be watching the systematic dissection of Bonnie Blue tonight in our semi-main event.
The bell rings and the referee brings the two competitors into the center of the ring. A large smile can be seen from beneath the mask of Dune as he leans down and motions for Bonnie to take a swing.
Gravedigger: What a nice guy. He’s offering a free shot at him so she can at least say that she mounted some type of offence before he destroys her. What a sweet guy.
Bonnie looks at Dune who continues to point at his chin just begging for Bonnie to take a shot. She smiles and obliges.
A spinning heel kick lands directly on the jaw of the big man sending him hard to the mat. Bonnie drops down and goes for the pin.
Dune barely kicks out and rolls out of the ring and to the concrete below, walks around and holds his chin in agony before slamming his fists onto the mat and pacing below. Bonnie stands in the ring and lines up Dune. She runs off the opposite side ropes and dives through the center ropes.
Dune ducks out of the way, but Bonnie had held on and spun back into the ring and posed in the center to a raucous of applause from the fans.
Zach Davis: It seems that Dune may have bitten off more than he can chew. The young female superstar is proving that she can hang with even the biggest and baddest that the WCF has to offer.
Dune rolls into the ring and gets to his feet as he immediately begins to charge towards Bonnie who evades him with a spin out of the way. He continues stalking her as she continues to evade, and spin and rolls away from the grasp of the larger predator. Eventually he gets his hands on her.
Gravedigger: This doesn’t look good for Bonnie.
He grabs her and tosses her into the ropes. When she returns Dune is ducking down. She leaps over and tries to roll him up with a sunset flip. Dune shakes, nearly losing his balance and Bonnie tugs and the back of the big man’s knees trying to get him to his back… but Dune finally regains balance and drops to his bottom with a sit down splash.
THAT MISSES leaving him with an ass full of mat as reward. He groans in pain as Bonnie runs off the ropes and delivers a low dropkick to Dune’s back. She gets up quickly, runs off the opposite side ropes and delivers a running dropkick to his front knocking him on his back. She gets up and delivers a standing moonsault and goes for another pin.
Dune Kicks out with force but remains on the ground.
Freddy Whoa: Anyone who thought that Bonnie didn’t stand a chance tonight was sorely mistaken. She is proving that a woman her size can take down a man nearly 2 times her weight once again.
Zach Davis: It takes quickness and the necessity of putting your body on the line with high risk moves and she is taking this one to the top rope.
Bonnie quickly leaps to the top rope and sees Dune getting to his feet. She comes off with a flying cross body.
But Dune catches her. She struggles, throwing elbows into the temple of Dune, but he shrugs them off and delivers a powerful black hole slam sending her into the mat and leaving a Bonnie shaped imprint in it. He follows up with boots to her stomach causing her to cover up so he moves to her head delivering vicious shots with his skilled feet until she covers up there. He then steps back and punts her in the stomach like a field goal kicker hitting a 60 yarder with ease sending her hard into the ropes and rolling back into the ring and finally Dune relents for a moment, looking at the carnage he just created.
Gravedigger: For about 5 minutes Bonnie has had her way with Dune but it took only 30 seconds for Dune not only to get back into the match but take over a clear advantage. The size was eventually going to come back to bite her in the butt. Dune just can’t be beaten.
Zach Davis: Do you think that if Dune wins this match that he will be challenging for the World Title sooner than later?
Gravedigger: Well if he does he’s going to feel the full force of Wade Moor and suffer greatly at his hands. All Hail BeachKrew.
Dune turns quickly and looks at the commentators.
Freddy Whoa: I think he heard you.
Gravedigger: Um… I just remembered, I think I left the stove on in my locker room.
Freddy Whoa: There’s no stove in the locker rooms… and you don’t even have a room.
Digger drops his head set and walks back stage to the laughter of the crowd before Dune turns his attention back on the task at hand. He lifts Bonnie Blue to her feet. He shakes her like a ragdoll and then just tosses her to the ground.
Zach Davis: He looks like he doesn’t even know what to do with her. I don’t think he’s ever faced anyone this size before.
Freddy Whoa: Other than the Baby Flash, of course.
Dune puts a boot on her chest and tells the referee to count.
She grabs Dune’s foot and twists it, forcing the big man down. She gets to her feet and starts twisting the big man’s ankle, trying to snap it off. Dune actually screams in pain at the maneuver. He struggles to change positions but is in such an awkward one at the moment he can’t seem to gain any leverage. Bonnie then steps on the back of his knee and twists that same ankle even tighter causing another holler to come from the throat of the large wrestler.
Zach Davis: I don’t think he’s going to tap out, but the aftermath of this move should leave her in a good spot.
Dune struggle and pulls himself towards the rope. Bonnie gets off his knee and tries to pull the big man back, but he overpowers her and continues his elbow march towards the bottom rope and finally reaches his fingertips over it and the referee forces Bonnie to break the hold. He pulls himself to a sitting position in the corner as the referee goes over to check on him. He yells at the referee and gets back to his feet. He punches his leg for letting him down and marches towards Bonnie.
Bonnie runs right towards him as he marches and delivers a low dropkick to Dune’s leg, the same leg she was working on earlier, and takes out his knee sending him hard to the mat. He rolls away from the vicious little woman as she tries to lock on another hold and he rolls into the ropes. Dune yells at the referee to take her away and the referee listens for fear of his life.
Zach Davis: This match is all Bonnie Blue. It seems that everything Dune does Bonnie has an answer for.
Freddy Whoa: She’s faster, and it seems smarter than the big man, which is saying something.
Gravedigger: Once he catches her, which he will, it will be all over for her.
Zach Davis: You’re back!
Gravedigger: Yea, my iron was off the whole time. Paranoid I guess.
Freddy Whoa: Didn’t you say it was the stove?
Dune gets to his feet and reassess the situation. He stands in the corner, far enough away so the referee starts the action, but just out of her reach. She rushes forward but Dune leans between the top and center ropes. The referee pulls Bonnie back and then scolds Dune for slowing the match down.
Dune gets up and then motions for Bonnie again to come over, which she obliges again and again he ducks between the top and middle ropes causing the referee to pull Bonnie away. This time as the referee is pulling Bonnie away Dune gets up, leaps over the referee and nails Bonnie with a Superman Punch to her face knocking her the fuck out.
He drops and goes for the pin.
Barely. Dune stays on top of the woman, and puts her in a headlock. She struggle to get out but the hold is on too tight. He gets to his feet and cinches it in tighter while tossing her around every time she tries to get a few punches in. He spins around and grabs her from behind, then launches her over his head, and over the top rope with a belly to back suplex. She flies over the top rope and lands on the concrete below and Dune follows quickly after her, unrelenting in his pursuit.
Gravedigger: Dune bringing the match to his speed. That high paced action throws him off his game, but this match is now slow, methodical and very painful for Blue.
Dune stalks her, who is slowly getting up. He helps her with that and throws her into the steel steps. She leaps over it and lands on her feet on the other side. She turns around and has no time to react as Dune follows up with a flying clothesline, diving over the steel steps and nearly taking Bonnie out of her shoes.
Still, Dune is unrelenting and he lifts up the woman, and throws her over the barricade into the audience. He climbs over the barricade and finds her, grabs her and tosses her back over to the ring side area. He climbs over and continues pursuing. She is left with nothing, on her butt trying to get away, unable to get to her feet.
Dune slowly walks towards her ans she tries to get up. She rolls over and tried to get to her feet, but Dune grabs her by the pansts and pulls her near. He then delivers another Belly to back suplex crushing her hard on the amt below before rolling in and out of the ring to break the count.
Zach Davis: That’s enough, Dune. Just bring her into the ring and end it!
Gravedigger: He has too much respect for her to do that. Say what you want about him being a monster, he’s not a fucking idiot. He saw what she was capable of and he’s not going to get caught off guard again.
Freddy Whoa: You call this respect. I’d hate to see how he treats those he doesn’t respect.
Gravedigger: Get over there, and he’ll show you.
Bonnie gets to the steel steps and uses it to help herself up. Dune stomps a massive boot onto her hand and she screams in agony. Surprisingly she’s still able to fight, but she’s beginning to feel the ware and tare of this match for certain. She swings at his leg with her free hand hardly doing any damage form this position and finally Dune relinquishes. She gets to her feet quickly and runs away, causing Dune to follow her.
She rolls into the ring, and Dune follows suit. She drops a knee as he begins to roll in but he stops short, lets her drop on top the mat and rolls in, grabbing her leg in the process.
Dune: LET ME SHOW YOU HOW IT’S DONE!
He turns her over and twists her ankle nearly off. She screams in agony and she raches for the rope. But Dune lifts her so high in the air she can’t even reach the floor. Her starts screaming.
Dune: TAP YOU BITCH! TAP!
Bonnie Blue: FUCK YOU!
Dune twists harder, and Bonnie twists her body with it. Dune continues shaking her around and twisting her ankle. But Bonnie has a sadistic smile on her face whil it’s happening.
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue looks like she’s enjoying this.
Freddy Whoa: It looks like with her in the air, the move doesn’t have the same effect as with her body on the ground.
Almost as thgouh he heard Freddy he drops her to the mat and twists her ankle. The sadistic smile turns into a face of agony as she screams clawing her way towards the bottom rope. She finally grabs it and Dune is forced to let go of the hold.
But he doesn’t, the referee begins to count. 1…2…3…4…5
Zach Davis: DQ HIM!
The referee decides instead to get into the action and pries Dune’s hands off of Bonnie’s ankle. She drops to the mat and nurses her ankle as the referee gets into the face of Dune and starts scolding him. The Crowd begins to cheer as the referee motions at his shirt and yells at Dune. Dune yells back at the ref who shows signs of hesitation but stands strong on his conviction. Dune pushes the ref out of the way and storms towards Bonnie, who gets up, grabs Dune by the shorts and uses leverage to toss him out between the top and middle ropes to the ground below.
Dune lands hard but quickly gets to his feet as does Bonnie who shakes off the pain in her ankle, runs off the opposite side and delivers a suicide diver outside onto the big man causing the two of them to crash hard on the barrier behind them. Both wrestlers are down. The referee begins to count.
Zach Davis: Bonnie Blue is taking Dune to the limit here tonight.
Freddy Whoa: And the same with Dune to Bonnie. Just because he’s the favorite doesn’t mean that Bonnie shouldn’t be treated as a main event player here tonight. She is earning that status right now with this performance.
Zach Davis: No doubt about that.
Dune gets to his feet first and rolls into the ring, he lay on the mat waiting for his opponent.
Bonnie rolls in at the last second and the crowd goes wild. They lay in the ring next to each other. Dune begins to get to his feet, and Bonnie kips up!
The crowd erupts as the time breaker delivers a series of kicks to Dune’s previously injured leg, chopping the giant Oak down! He drops to a knee and quickly gets up. Another few shots bring him down to another knee and a kick to the side of the head knocks him to the mat. She drops down for the pin.
Both wrestlers get to their feet quickly. Bonnie runs off the ropes and divers at Dune, who catches her.
Zach Davis: Uh Oh!
He tosses her up onto his shoulders like a rag doll, and drops down with a vicious Samoan drop. He turns around and hooks Blue’s leg.
Zach Davis: UNBELEIVABLE!
Both wrestlers slowly get to their feet. Bonnie goes to run off the ropes again, but again Dune grabs her from the pants and pulls her close. HE lifts her up, going for a third belly to back suplex. She counters by landing on his shoulders, turning around and delivering a Huuricanrans, combed into a pipn and the referee drops down and counts.
Dune kicks out at the last second. He sits up in a sit up position as Bonnie gets to her feet, runs off the opposite ropes and comes back with a knee to his temple. She drops down and hooks the leg again.
The crowd boos.
Zach Davis: What is it going to take to keep this man down?
Dune crawls to the corner and dragged himself up. Bonnie visits the other corner and comes flying over at Dune with a big splash, landing directly on top of him…
And the referee that Dune had pulled in close.
Zach Davis: DUNE DID THAT ON PURPOSE!
Gravedigger: Bonnie splashed the ref, DQ HER!
Bonnie looks down at the motionless referee and tries to revive him as Dune delivers a big boot to the side of her head dropping her hard to the mat.
Dune rolls out of the ring and to the time keeper. He tosses the smaller suited man off his char and grabs the steel chair from beneath him. He closes it and smashes his hand on it. The sound of hand on steel can be heard in the highest rafters of the Dunkin Donuts Arena.
He throws it into the ring and follows the chair. He regains it as he gets into the ring and holds it high above the lifeless body of Bonnie Blue. He smashes it hard into her ribcage waking her up from her near concussed state causing her to roll into the corner.
Zach Davis: Dune with a chair is not a safe man. We need another referee here NOW!
He tosses the chair into the center of the ring.
He grabs Bonnie and places her head between his legs. She drops to her knees, but he forces her back to her feet. He hooks her arms behind her back and delivers a double under hook crucifix power bomb landing directly on the steel chair below. He kicks the chair out of the way and goes for the pin. Miraculously the referee starts to stir at that moment and he slowly counts the 3 count.
Zach Davis: The match can’t end like this. Dune should be disqualified.
Gravedigger: I gotta hand it to the young woman, she put on a hell of an effort, but sometimes it’s just not enough.
Freddy Whoa: WHOA! NO WAY!
Dune slides off her shoulders and his eyes open with shock and disgust. He gets up again, grabs Bonnie in the same position and delivers yet another Sandstorm on Bonnie and drops for the pin.
Dune gets up and forces the referee to raise his hand.
Zach Davis: It took two Sandstorms, one of them being on a steel chair, but Dune finally put away Bonnie Blue in a helluva match.
Freddy Whoa: I didn’t know if he was going to be able to take the woman down, but he proved what everyone has been saying about him again. He truly is a monster.
“The Pink Room” plays.
Dune shoves the referee, who flies across the ring and slams his head against the mat, knocking him unconscious. Dune reaches down and lifts Bonnie Blue up by the back of her hair.
Freddy Whoa: Oh, leave her alone! Was the win not enough?!
As if on cue, he buries her face in his armpit and plants her in the mat with an inverted DDT.
Dune glares at the masses as he rises. He looks down before stomping on Bonnie’s face.
Freddy Whoa: This is not the Dune of old, folks. He’s malicious now. He’s a savage!
Dune lifts Bonnie back to her feet, and the crowd goes wild as she lands an uppercut to his jaw. He stumbles back, and a series of kicks to Dune’s knees keep him moving backward. One misses though, and Dune lunges forward, clotheslining Bonnie down to the mat.
Dune lifts Bonnie up and punches her in the back of the head before locking her in a standing headscissors.
Freddy Whoa: He’s setting her up for a Sandstorm! Please GAWD - somebody save her!!
Dune hooks Bonnie’s arms behind her back, though just before he jerks her above his head, the crowd goes wild.
Freddy Whoa: It’s Grayson Pierce!!
Zach Davis: He’s Bonnie Blue’s guardian angel!
Grayson slides in, leaping at Dune and knocking him to the ground. The three fighters land in a heap, though it’s Dune who’s up first. He locks Grayson’s head beneath his arm and lifts him high in the air.
Freddy Whoa: Hourglass!!
Dune sits out, dropping Grayson’s head onto the mat before he shoots to his feet.
He grabs Bonnie Blue, who struggles as he locks her into another standing headscissors. Meanwhile, Grayson stirs on the mat.
Zach Davis: Get up! Stop him! Do someth -
Freddy Whoa: It’s Occulo! It’s Howard Black! The Sentinels are here!!
Occulo and Howard close on the ring as Grayson finds his feet, and they slide in just as Dune catches Bonnie’s arms in the crucifix position. Rage shows in his eyes as he steps forward, throwing Bonnie at all three men.
Zach Davis: Look out!
He throws her, then charges the mass of humanity and bulls them over. All five bodies lie in a heap near the ropes, though soon the foursome of Howard, Occulo, Grayson, and Bonnie manage to hold Dune on the ground. Somehow, he powers out, and he slides out of the ring before backpedaling up the ramp.
Zach Davis: Dune pointing his finger and shouting at the Sentinels along with Grayson Pierce and Bonnie Blue - he’s lost it!
Freddy Whoa: The newly formed alliance of Pierce and Blue alongside the Sentinels finally ward off Dune! This is the second time in as many weeks that Howard Black and Occulo have had to come to the aid of Dune’s opponent. The fractures in what was once such a solid foundation has been exposed, and when you throw Joey Flash into the mix, there’s no telling what’s in store for those four men!
Howard Black and Occulo step away from Bonnie Blue and Grayson Pierce, and the two teams stare each other down before Bonnie and Grayson exit the ring together.
Slam comes back from commercial with a shot of the announce table.
Zach Davis: Welcome back to Sunday Night Slam! We've still g-
"Hello? It's Me", Torture's hit parody of Adele's "Hello", hits the arena speakers. The crowd immediately begins to sing along.
Zach Davis: What's this? Are we getting ANOTHER appearance from Torture, celebrating his win at One?
As they sing along, the crowd anxiously watches the stage.
Crowd: HELLO FROM THE FACE SIDE!
Gravedigger: I'm never going to get tired of this.
Crowd: I GUESS I'M NOT THE HEEL THIS TIME!
Freddy Whoa: Come on Zach! Join in and do the wave with us!
A wave breaks out as the stage remains empty.
Voice: NOW I KNOW WHY THEY THINK I'M NOT A NICE GUY!
Zach Davis: Uh oh.
The crowd's singing turns to boos as Jayson Price stumbles out into the crowd, nearly crashing into a popcorn vendor.
Freddy Whoa: Is he drunk?
Zach Davis: That's like asking if Bill Cosby likes raping women that he's drugged.
Gravedigger: Well now to be fair, we don't know if Bill only likes raping drugged women. It could be a matter of him not being able to do much at his age.
Freddy Whoa: Are we really debating this?
Zach Davis: You're right. But uh, yeah, Price looks positively trashed.
Jayson Price: YOU HONESTLY THOUGHT THAT I WAS YOUR GUY!
Price shoves a small child out of the way and then grabs hold of a railing to keep himself from falling over.
Jayson Price: You know what? I WAS THE GUY! I'm THE guy. YOU ALL WISH YOU COULD BE AS GOOD AS ME!
Price begins making his way down the steps toward the ring as the fans boo him.
Jayson Price: YOU'RE BOOING ME? ME? YOU FAT SHITS OF SACKS! YOU DON'T BOO ME! I BOO YOU! BOO!
Price stops and begins pointing at random fans.
Jayson Price: BOO YOU! BOO YOU! YOU BOO YOU! BOO YOU BOO! BOOB BOO! I HATE ALL OF YOU FAT FUCKS!
Zach Davis: Well there goes our resolution to not piss off the FCC.
Price continues back down the steps as he points out more fans.
Jayson Price: ALL OF YOU WISH YOU WERE ME! YOU UNSUCCESSFUL AND PATHETIC LITTLE WORMS! LOVE ME! LOVE ME NOW!
The fans continue to boo. Price gives a child the middle finger and then steals her popcorn.
Jayson Price: You don't know anything about popcorn! This doesn't have nearly enough butter!
Price throws the popcorn back in the girl's face. He hops the barricade and faceplants on the floor.
Freddy Whoa: Well this isn't depressing at all.
Gravedigger: I wish I had some champagne right about now. All that's missing is for Corey Black to run out and superkick him back into a coma.
Price remains laid out on the floor, refusing to let a ringside official help him up.
Jayson Price: Seth Lerch! SETH! GET YOUR SCRAWNY ASS OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!
Freddy Whoa: What the heck? Why is he calling out Seth now?
Zach Davis: Because he's the only one that can understand drunk?
Jayson Price: SETH! YOU'VE PROTECTED TORTURE FOR THE LAST TIME! HE'S GETTING A FUCKING WORLD TITLE MATCH!? YOU BOOKED THAT!? NOW I'M GOING TO SHIT DOWN YOUR THROAT AND RIP OFF YOUR FACE AND THEN POOP OUT YOUR NOSE!
Gravedigger: Is auto-tuning still a thing? Because if it is, someone needs to be on this like now.
Jayson Price: SETH! SE-E-E-E-E-E-E-ETH! HEY! DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME I WAS BANGING YOUR SISTER AND FILLED HER UP WITH MY SP-
"Master Of Puppets" hits the arena speakers.
Zach Davis: Thank god. I've never been happier to hear that music.
Seth Lerch walks out, clearly annoyed. Price sits up at ringside and smiles.
Jayson Price: THERE HE IS! HOW'S IT HANGING LERCHYPOO?
Seth Lerch: What in the hell are you doing Price?
Jayson Price: Yeah? WELL YOU'VE GOT A STUPID FACE! BURN BITCH!
Seth begins walking down the ramp, shaking his head in disgust.
Seth Lerch: Get out of here Price, you're drunk. You're not even scheduled to be here.
Jayson Price: I GO WHERE I WANT!
Price pulls himself to his feet using the apron.
Jayson Price: Besides, I have things to talk about to you.
Seth Lerch: Make it fast.
Jayson Price: You. YOU! YOU PROTECT TORTURE! YOU ALWAYS PROTECT TORTURE!
Seth Lerch: Seriously? This old bit?
Jayson Price: SO YOU ADMIT IT! HA! I GOT YOU!
Seth Lerch: Price, you're drunk. You lost at One and you're trying to blame me. It's like deja vu.
Jayson Price: YOU SCREWED ME AGAIN! YOU ALWAYS SCREW ME! BUT I FUC-
Seth Lerch: Price, if you bring up my sister again I'll-
Jayson Price: You'll what?
Seth Lerch: That's not the point. You need to leave my arena, you drunk disgrace.
Jayson Price: NO! YOU SCREWED ME OVER AT ONE WHEN YOU LET JONNY FLY SHOW UP AND BE TORTURE'S PARTNER! IN FACT I BET YOU PAID FLY TO DO IT! IT ALL MAKES SENSE!
Seth Lerch: I played no part in Fly teaming with Torture. I was just as shocked as everyone else.
Jayson Price: LIAR! YOU LIE LIAR LIE! YOU BROUGHT IN FLY TO MAKE SURE TORTURE WON! YOU SCREWED ME OVER AT ONE AGAIN! I DESERVE BETTER TREATMENT THAN THIS! I'M JAYSON FUCKING PRICE! I'M THE LONGEST REIGNING CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION IN HISTORY!
Seth Lerch: Where's your belt?
Jayson Price: SITTING ON YOUR MOTHER'S FACE UNTIL I PUT MY DIC-
Seth Lerch: I'm warning you!
Jayson Price: YOU'LL DO NOTHING! NOW FIX THIS! I DESERVE BETTER AND YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE IT TO ME! BUT NOT LIKE THAT YOU SICK PERVERT!
Seth has lost his cool.
Seth Lerch: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Price is taken aback for a second, but not intimidated.
Seth Lerch: LISTEN HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH. I'm GLAD you're out here. You know why? Because I've got an announcement to make, and it's about YOU, Price. It's about Fifteen.
Price is still angry - but he's intrigued.
Jayson Price: OH YEAH!? I'm tired of your ideas Seth! I-
Seth shakes his head.
Seth Lerch: LISTEN. Listen to me. You think I protect Torture!? Jayson Price, the truth of the matter is... I'VE PROTECTED YOU YOUR ENTIRE WCF CAREER.
Jayson Price almost falls over laughing.
Jayson Price: Really? REALLY, Seth?
Seth laughs to himself, having known Price wouldn't get it.
Seth Lerch: You brought up my sister. That is ancient history, Price, but while we're talking about ancient history, why don't you take a look at the big old screen up there?
Seth points to the jumbotron.... and it is showing footage from five years ago at WCF Ten.
Price kicks Logan out of the ring. Medics have arrived with a stretcher, as Logan is holding his neck in pain and may be seriously injured. Seth has slowly gotten to his feet. He turns, looking at Logan being loaded onto the stretch, and smiles a huge smile.
Seth Lerch: No, Logan.. YOU SHUT UP!
The crowd boos and Seth laughs to himself. He then turns towards Jay.
Seth Lerch: As I was saying.. Logan was the past. Now is the time.. for the future. As such, tonight I introduce to you, THE FUTURE OF WCF AND THE NEXT WORLD CHAMPION... JAAYY PRICE!
Seth raises Jay's arm high in the air, pointing to his waist where the belt would go. The fans boo.
Zach Davis: Price and Seth.. are they still aligned?! After all this?
Shannan Lerch: They're aligned moreso than ever, Zach. Seth just gave Price his seal of approval and called him the future of WCF... that is a BIG deal.
Bobby Cairo: Even more important than that, what did Seth mean by "next World Champion"?
The medics carry the unconcious body of Logan out on the stretcher.
Seth Lerch: Now that Logan is incapacitated.. we need someone to take his spot. Jay, you got what it takes tonight?
Jay, who is already in his wrestling attire, nods.
Zach Davis: What a farce. This was their plan all along!
Seth Lerch: Well then! Time to get this match started! Kyle, announce Price!
Kyle grabs his microphone.
Kyle Steel: Introducing first, standing to my right.. the Future of WCF.. the South Street Menace.. JAAAYY PRRIIIIIIIICEEE!
The footage cuts.
Seth Lerch: Remember that, Price? I pegged you as the future of the company. Hell, the FANS pegged you as the future of the company. A lot of people say I protected Logan too, and I sacrificed him - I sacrificed my best friend in this business - for you, Price. I made an investment.
Seth looks Price dead in the eyes.
Seth Lerch: And it was a mistake.
The fans boo.
Seth Lerch: At Ten, you couldn't win the match, Price. And I gave you opportunity after that, time after time after time... and you could never get the job done. I don't care about XIII. As far as I'm concerned, Price, you've never been World Champion.
Jayson Price, all talk a few minutes ago, has become silent. His rage is building.
Seth Lerch: But Price? I'm not perfect. Unfortunately, I don't learn from my mistakes. Which is why I'm giving you one more chance.
The crowd is buzzing... They can't believe what's coming.
Seth Lerch: At Fifteen, you've got one more shot to complete the path I set you upon five years ago. One more chance to complete your journey to the top of the company. At Fifteen, you've got a one on one match for the WCF World Heavyweight Championship.
Seth Lerch: Now, first things first: I don't know who you'll be facing. Wade Moor, the current Champion...
The crowd buzzes about the possibility.
Seth Lerch: Or Torture.
Price raises an eyebrow.
Gravedigger: COULD YOU IMAGINE? If Torture beats Wade Moor next week and Jayson Price versus Torture for the World Title headlines Fifteen!?
Seth Lerch: But Price, I'm not done. You see, your friends from Pantheon had the right idea earlier in the night. Corey Black and Jonny Fly? Whoever loses their match, they're done, Price. And you're going to be in the same boat. When I said this was your last chance, I meant LAST. CHANCE. If you can't beat Wade Moor at Fifteen, in the single biggest match of your career, YOU CAN NEVER CHALLENGE FOR THE WCF WORLD TITLE EVER AGAIN.
Jayson Price is as emotionless as he was before Seth began speaking, besides his hatred for his boss barely being contained.
Zach Davis: This is... this is huge news. Forgive me for sounding like a teenage girl, but I literally can't even.
Seth Lerch: So there you have it, Price. At Fifteen, you either step up.. or, once and for all, you shut up.
Seth turns to leave.
Seth Lerch: You're welcome.
Price spins him around.
Jayson Price: I never said thanks!
With that, Price pulls Seth in and drops him with a Downfall! Despite Price's earlier words, the crowd pops! Jayson Price pops back up and looks down at Seth, talking all kinds of trash.
Gravedigger: AND THERE YOU HAVE IT! JAYSON PRICE VERSUS THE WORLD CHAMPION SIGNED FOR FIFTEEN!
Seth holds his head and rolls out of the ring as Price also jumps out of the ring - grabbing a beer from an audience member, much to the member's chagrin, and chugging in. Price begins heading up the ramp.
Zach Davis: HUGE implications for next week... to say the least. We've got Corey Black vs Jonny Fly signed for Fifteen, we've got the Final Destination match with Steve Orbit's return, next week we've got Wade Moor defending the belt against Torture... GOD DAMN!
Freddy Whoa: And tonight isn't over! We've still got a Trios Titles match!
Gravedigger: I'll say it for you, Freddy - WHOA!
The arena lights dim as the crowd buzz begins to build to fever pitch. The music begins and lingers for a moment before Joey Flash in all his glory emerges from behind the curtain staring at the crowd.
Zach Davis: JOEY FLASH, JOSEPH MALIGNAGGI, WHATEVER YOU CALL HIM!... He's back on Slam!
Joseph floats regally down the aisle bathing in the atmosphere and stopping to shake the hand of anyone who desires it.
He circles the ring not once, but twice. Delaying his entrance and the match even further riling the crowd before sliding into the ring and sitting down in one of the ring corners staring at his future foe with both apathy and disgust.
The lights in the arena go to black, with only the giant screen above the stage displaying the pattern of a oscilloscope matching the chaotic distortion which begins "Lost Boys" by Death Grips. As the distortion begins to settle into the beat, the words "IT'S SUCH A LONG WAY DOWN" flash over the screen as the emanate from the speakers. As the snare drum hits begin to burst forth, the lights in the arena begin to strobe in blue, white, and gray as the screen begins to show flashing black-and-white images of honey badgers in battle, paired with footage of Howard Black training or waiting in the locker room, preparing for a match. Howard Black makes his way from the back, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head.
He makes his way down the ramp as the digitized words "LOST BOYS" repeat from the speaker in succession. While his eyes remain focused on the ring, his face a mask of determination, he slaps the hand of the occasional fan which is outstretched to him. Upon reaching the ring, he slides in and unzips his sweatshirt, tossing it aside. He lifts the crucifix from his neck and gives it a kiss for good luck before walking to a turnbuckle and pulling himself up. Upon his ascent, he spreads his arms before the crowd in a pose. As the music begins to die, he drops down and walks to his corner. He takes the crucifix from his neck and places it around the turnbuckle for safe keeping during his match.
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...he is the United States Champion...Occulo!!
He walks down the ramp, spotlights following, addressing the fans as he does. He climbs up the steel steps in the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He takes out a microphone and says "Sentinels stand for the fallen. Sentinels stand against the rising". He tosses the microphone to the outside and waits for action.
Freddy Whoa: Seeing Joey Flash team with Occulo is kind of weird to me, but tonight we'll see if they can work together as a cohesive team.
“Death Breath - Toxic Avenger Remix” by Bring Me The Horizon hits as a huge pyrotechnic barrage explodes around the jumbotron. As the smoke clears, we see Johnny Rabid standing tall; arms out stretched as he spins on the spot. Rabid struts down the ramp, snarling and gnashing his teeth at a stray cameraman as Johnny's name appears on a Slam Graphic. Meanwhile, Rabid's 'tron plays in the background; it's Johnny hitting the Kingdom Destroyer on a cavalcade of doomed jobbers, this scene is intercut with footage of Lon Chaney in Tod Browning's "London After Midnight" (1927). Rabid reaches the ramp and climbs the turnbuckle, “smelling” the boo's from the crowd before taking off his black trench-coat and shades and waving his hapless opponent on with a cocky smirk on his face.
The lights go out and a spot light shines on the stage. "Better Than You" by Sam Adams begins to play and gold lights start blinking around the arena. Kemp slowly walks out onto the stage and comes to a stop in the spotlight and crosses his arms. He smiles smugly at the crowd and begins to shake his head up and down. He struts down the aisle glaring at fans and rolls into the ring. The lights all come back on as he extends both of his arms out to his side and begins to laugh. He walks over to the corner and leans on it as the song ends.
The house lights go out, as lighter colored lights come on. The multiple cameras pan around the jam packed Rupp Arena. The fans are holding up various signs. The atmosphere is explosive and some of the crowd is cheering. While, the rest, of the crowd are booing. "Oblivion" by Mastadon begins to play. The blaring guitar begins to play. 13 seconds later the high-hats come through. Seven seconds later the drums are blaring through.
Gravedigger: This match will go beyond all expectations.
The house lights go out. The crowd begins to murmur. Strobe lights begin to flash, as bright white lasers begin to flash. Two bright spotlights hit the entrance stage. The music continues to thump. Some of the fans are thrashing and/or dancing a long with the music...
Explosive fire pyro shoots straight up, on the stage and down the ramp. Then right about that time, Oblivion slowly slinks out. The music continues the blare out and rattled the arena.
I flew beyond the sun before it was time
Oblivion walks down the ramp.
Freddy Whoa: Whooooooooaa!! OblivSEAon looks intense!!
Zach Davis: Exactly. Since joining #Beachkrew, OblivSEAon gas been on fire!! And tonight he could put gold around his waist!
The cameraman gets real close, as Oblivion gives the camera an instant cold hard, but brief stare. Oblivion continues to walk down the ramp. until IT gets to the bottom, of the ramp. The Monster thrusts out IT's massive right arm into the air. Lightning strikes fill the Arena. Thunder rolls.
Gravedigger: Oblivion means business!!
Zach Davis: There's a different look in the eyes of The Monster.
Freddy Whoa: Wade Moor and Oblivion will bring out the best in each other.
Gravedigger: God save us all!!
Zach Davis: When Oblivion gets creepy and demonic, there's no stopping The Monster Guardian of the Brocean!!
Kyle Steel: Weighing in at 305 pounds, from the deepest, darkest part of a sick man's psyche...... OOOOOOOOOOBLIVSEEEEEAAAAOOOOOON!!
The Monster slowly comes down to the ring. Strobe lights continue to flash. Then the arena slightly shakes, as the sound of thunder continues to rumble and mock lightning continues to flash. The majority, of the crowd, jump.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
The music continues to thump out of the arena's speakers, as the screeching, but hypnotic sounds of the guitar comes through, the entire crowd seems to be in a trance and continues to sway along with the music, as some bounce their heads along with the music.
Falling from grace cause I've been away too long
Lightning strikes the four corners, of the ring. The loud sounds makes everyone jump out of their seats, once again. Some, of the people are scared out of their minds. The lights flicker then... POP!! The strobe lights go out!!
The house lights come on, then standing in the center of the ring, is OblivSEAon Half the crowd is cheering, while the other half of the crowd is booing. The music fades out. A screeching sound echoes throughout the arena, as four lightning bolts strike each corner.
The opening riff to Supremacy by Muse hits the PA as strobe lights flicker and a blue smoke fills the stage. As the song picks up, Spencer steps onto the stage and lifts his right arm high into the air.
Gravedigger: #BeachKrew is love, #BeachKrew is life. Can they add the Trios Titles to their already impressive resume?
Zach Davis: Not if the People's Choice have anything to say about it!
Spencer makes his way down the ramp, jumping up onto different spots on the barricade and high fiving fans before charging into the ring and climbing the turnbuckle. He motions for the fans to make some noise before leaping down and waiting for his opponent.
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, 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.
"Struck a Nerve" hits the P.A, as the lights go a dark shade of blue, as smoke fills the entrance way. Out of the curtains comes Vic Venable, his ever so confident smirk on his face, and he begins making his way though the smoke to the ring, as the fans cheer him on. While Vic slaps a few hands on his way down, he doesn't linger among them, focused on the goal at hand. He makes it to the ring and climbs on in, and quickly readies himself in the corner, pounding his chest "Wolf of Wall Street" style, as he waits for his opponent.
Freddy Whoa: That's everyone!
All nine men are antsy, each team deciding who is going to start for their respective teams.
Zach Davis: Let's take one moment to talk about how this match is going to work. Some promotions in this scenario will have two men wrestling at once while allowing them to tag in anyone from any team. That is dumb. There are three active participants at all times, and you can tag in from your team only. First pinfall or submission wins it.
Vic Venable, Oblivion, and Occulo start their match for each team. Venable and Occulo nod at each other for a moment before running at Oblivion. Oblivion sees them coming and runs at them, Clotheslining them both down!
Gravedigger: A bit dangerous to fight with Oblivion, well.. ever.. and these two paid the price.
Vic and Occulo get back to their feet and Oblivion is right on them - he grabs them by the throat and lifts them up, Chokeslamming them!
Freddy Whoa: WHAT STRENGTH BY THE MONSTER!
Zach Davis: We thought maybe #BeachKrew would be at a disadvantage since these two teams are both gunning for them, but with Oblivion on your side, there is no disadvantage.
Oblivion drops down and pins Vic.
No, Vic kicks out. Oblivion immediately pins Occulo.
No!, Occulo kicks out now. Vic Venable has left the ring and Spencer Adams has entered.
Freddy Whoa: This match is being contested under Lucha rules, given that it is a Trios Titles match. That means you can essentially "tag" just by leaving the ring.
Spencer runs at Oblivion and Dropkicks him. Oblivion staggers back, then comes roaring forward. Spencer drops him with a Flapjack. Mid-Flapjack, Occulo grabs Oblivion's head and executes a Swinging DDT!
Oblivion rolls out of the ring now which leads to both Johnny Rabid and Kyle Kemp entering. The ref can't restore order since technically each man has equal rights to being legal - Kemp drops Occulo with a DDT while Rabid takes down Spencer Adams with a Backstabber!
Zach Davis: Both Spencer Adams and Johnny Rabid have been announced for the Final Destination match at Fifteen!, you've gotta know they're gunning for each other here tonight.
Kemp leaves the ring, making Rabid the legal man. Rabid pins Adams.
No!, Adams kicks out.
Freddy Whoa: We KNOW Kemp and Rabid are a great team - they're the Tag Team Champions. With the Monster Oblivion on their side... they're very, very dangerous as a Trios team.
Occulo lifts Rabid up and throws him to the ropes. As Rabid, comes back, Occulo executes a Hurricanrana into a pin!
No!, Rabid escapes. Both men are to their feet and Rabid runs at Occulo - right into a Sleeper.
Gravedigger: Dangerous to take the time to apply a sleeper in a match like this-
Indeed, Spencer Adams grabs Occulo from behind and locks him in a Dragon Sleeper!
Zach Davis: Dual submissions applied!
Occulo isn't dumb. He quickly releases Rabid and then reaches towards the ropes - the ref forces a break. However, Rabid isn't dumb either - as soon as Adams breaks the hold Rabid runs at him and drops him with a Fameasser! Rabid goes for the pin.
No!, broken up by Occulo. Occulo lifts Rabid up and executes a Belly to Back Suplex before stumbling over and tagging in Howard Black.
Freddy Whoa: This is Howard Black's first official match back in WCF in forever! And he's got a chance at the Trios Titles!
Black comes in and waits as Rabid gets to his feet. He grapples him from behind and then hits a big German Suplex!, into the bridge pin!
No!, broken up by Spencer Adams! Spencer Adams hits a few forearm shots to the head to Howard Black as he gets up and then hits a Snapmare followed by a stiff kick to the spine.
Gravedigger: Spinal Tap!
Zach Davis: A lot of people are going to go online and call this match a spotfest or something, but this isn't the case. You've got nine world class athletes in the ring here - moves are going to come fast and furious, because everyone involved is that damn good.
Spencer Adams backs off for a second as Black gets up. Adams runs at Black and takes him down with a Running Neckbreaker. Instead of going for a pin, Adams tags in Teo!
Gravedigger: Here comes Teo Del Sol! He beat Kemp at One, so you know Kemp is going to be out for some revenge. You've gotta wonder who Teo Del Sol is going to face at Fifteen for that belt of his!
Teo Del Sol Springboards in as Johnny Rabid runs at him. Teo takes Rabid down with a Tornado DDT in midair. Teo keeps running, Springboards again, and hits Howard Black with an Arm Drag, sending him out of the ring. Teo gets back to his feet and Rabid runs at him - only for Teo to take him down with a Drop Toehold. However, Occulo is back in and spins Teo around - huge Belly to Belly Suplex now, sending Teo flying out of the ring!
Freddy Whoa: Remember, Occulo, that makes someeone else legal-
Vic Venable Springboards in and Dropkicks Occulo. Occulo is sent flying, turning around and into the waiting arms of Johnny Rabid - who executes a quick Exploder Suplex! Rabid pins Occulo!
No!, Vic breaks it up.
Zach Davis: We alluded to the fact that the #BeachKrew may be at a disadvantage earlier - but that clearly isn't the case. Both the People's Choice and the Sentinels are focused more on winning the Trios Titles than the #BeachKrew and their shenaninigans.
Vic lifts Rabid up and goes to throw him to the ropes, but Rabid reverses it, sending Vic into the ropes instead. As Vic comes back, he goes for a quick kick, but Rabid catches the leg and hits a Dragonscrew Legwhip. Rabid runs, grabs Vic's leg and vaults over Vic's body, snapping the leg backwards and landing in the #BeachKrew corner. Rabid tags in Kemp.
Gravedigger: Here comes the REAL People's Choice.
Kemp enters the ring and before attacking anybody active, he runs to the Sentinels corner and elbows Flash and Adams. Vic crawls towards him but Kemp grabs his head and DDTs him.
Freddy Whoa: Vic is favoring the leg that Rabid was focusing on, and now he's had his head spiked into the mat. Vic Venable isn't doing too hot here...
The crowd is getting restless after Kyle's attack.
Crowd: WE WANT JOEY! WE WANT JOEY!
Kemp mocks them for a few brief moments before slapping around Occulo. Occulo shoves Kemp away, and Kemp runs at him, angrily going for his Punt kick. Occulo sees it coming and rolls away, tagging in Joseph Malignaggi!
Zach Davis: HERE COMES JOEY FLASH!
The crowd pops as Joey enters the match. Kemp gets to his feet and Joey hits him with several quick boxing strikes, before following up with a swift kick to the knee, kick to the gut, and a Vertical Suplex. Kemp is able to shift his weight and land behind Joey, however - and immediately Chop Blocks him.
Gravedigger: Great wrestling by Kyle Kemp!
Kemp immediately climbs to the top rope and jumps as Flash gets to his feet - Flying Crossbody!
Freddy Whoa: NO! Flash catches him!
Flash hits a Fallaway Slam! Until he's spun around by Spencer Adams!
Zach Davis: The Antidote is back in the match!
Spencer Adams hits a few quick jabs to Joey's face!
Crowd: LET'S GO SPENCER!
Crowd: JO-EY FLASH!
Crowd: LET'S GO SPENCER!
Crowd: JO-EY FLASH!
Flash fires back with shots of his own!
Crowd: LET'S GO SPENCER!
Crowd: JO-EY FLASH!
Crowd: LET'S GO SPENCER!
Crowd: JO-EY FLASH!
Kyle Kemp rolls Spencer up from behind!
NO!, Flash breaks it up!
Zach Davis: He almost used the element of surprise to his advantage there!
Flash runs at Kemp but Kemp ducks away and drops Joey with a Scoop Slam. Kemp tags in Johnny Rabid.
Gravedigger: Again, the #BeachKrew are a well oiled machine.
Rabid climbs to the top rope and measures Joseph Malignaggi....
Freddy Whoa: PHOENIX SPLASH!
NO! JOEY ROLLS AWAY! Joseph holds his midsection and measures Rabid as he's getting up - but Spencer Adams once again ruins Flash's plans, grabbing him from behind and dropping him with a Reverse DDT! Spencer Adams senses opportunity and climbs to the top as Johnny Rabid stumbles up, hurt after missing a huge high risk move.
Zach Davis: The Antidote going high risk himself...
FLYING KNEE PLANCHA TO JOHNNY RABID!
Gravedigger: Told you these two were gunning for each other! He took Rabid's head off!
Freddy Whoa: PEOPLE'S CHOICE RETAINS!
NO!, Rabid kicked out! The fans are on their feet.
Zach Davis: What a match this has been! I don't believe Johnny Rabid kicked out of that!
Rabid rolls away and tags in Oblivion.
Gravedigger: HERE COMES OBLIV-SEA-ON! HERE COMES THE MONSTER!
Oblivion steps in over the top rope and Spencer Adams runs at him. Oblivion lifts him up onto his shoulders.
Freddy Whoa: This isn't good for Spencer Adams.
Teo Del Sol knows something bad is coming and Springboards into the match. However, Oblivion is able to catch him... Somehow positioning him on top of Spencer Adams.
Zach Davis: OBLIVION HAS BOTH MEN ON HIS SHOULDERS!
Oblivion drops them with an FU out of the ring! Vic Venable enters the ring and runs at Oblivion but Oblivion catches him with a Hurricane!
Gravedigger: THE BEACH KREW HAS THIS!
Oblivion pins Vic.
NO!, broken up by Joey Flash. Flash hits a swift kick to Oblivion's head, causing him to roll off. Kemp and Rabid both enter the ring and run at Flash - but they're intercepted by Occulo and Howard Black. Joey Flash pulls Vic Venable in grabs him from behind....
Freddy Whoa: ITALIAN SUPLEX!
He keeps it bridged for the pin.
Zach Davis: THE SENTINELS WIN IT! THE SENTINELS ARE OUR NEW TRIOS CHAMPIONS!
The bell sounds... none of the Sentinels music plays. Instead, Seth Lerch's music plays.
Zach Davis: Seth... again?
Gravedigger: YEAH! SETH EQUALS RATINGS!
Seth steps out from the back. Joseph Malignaggi stands, getting his arm raised, somewhat confused about what Seth is doing out here. Seth has a mic.
Seth Lerch: Look, Joseph. To say my allegiances are confusing would be an understatement - I support the #BeachKrew, I support you, I support Jonny Fly, I support Torture - none of it really makes any sense. At the end of the day, the biggest thing is that I support money.
The crowd boos, because they're all liberal jerks who hate money and Ayn Rand.
Seth Lerch: One was an unprecedented success, and I'd like to continue that. Joseph Malignaggi, Joey Flash, whatever you're calling yourself - you're a proven draw. And you're my friend, and I pray for your dead children every chance I get, despite being an atheist - I pray anyway!, that is how much you mean to me.
The Sentinels have been handed their Trios Titles. Occulo and Howard Black are standing with Joey Flash now.
Seth Lerch: You're also a former WCF World Heavyweight Champion. As far as I'm concerned, you're too good for the Final Destination match. But there is another man that the fans have ALSO been clamoring for - World Title rematch this, World Title rematch that. I know you have your issues with Dune, Joey, but I care about you. Let your other two buddies take care of Dune. There are two men that the fans want to see compete for the World Title, and those two men are you, Joey, and ... Grayson Pierce.
The fans pop!
Gravedigger: So THAT'S what Seth was talking about earlier!
Joey looks somewhat annoyed, not quite on the same page with Seth.
Seth Lerch: This is my final announcement for the night. At Fifteen, we've got Joey Flash vs Grayson Pierce, for the Number One Contendership to the WCF World Title!
Master of Puppets plays one last time as Slam comes to a close.
Zach Davis: What a show this is going to be. I can't wait.
Freddy Whoa: So many matches booked with World Title implications - and with historical implications, too. Joey Flash, the last active World Champion before Wade Moor's reign began. Grayson Pierce, the One challenger. Facing off at Fifteen.
Gravedigger: The same show we'll see Jayson Price face either Wade Moor or Torture. The World Title scene is hot, to say the least. Who knows what'll happen?
Zach Davis: We'll find out in the coming weeks. For tonight, we've got new Trios Champions!
Slam fades to black as Howard Black, Joseph Malignaggi, and Occulo celebrate!